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Akuma

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Main 6,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Human,Adventure,Comedy,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Violence

Alicorn Awakening: Lost and confused

What if four siblings and a horse were isekai'd to the show? What if it wasn't the first time for them?

incomplete

<p>Bellona Abel, Abbaddon Bor, Rowan Surena, Veliomoure Ravenclaw, and Solarius. Four siblings and an animal friend stuck together, as OverPowered as they can be.</p><p>In a story of reincarnation and transmigration, they find themselves thrust into a world they once regarded as mere fiction: the vibrant and enchanting realm of My Little Pony. However, their arrival brings a startling twist as they awaken in new equine bodies, far removed from their familiar bipedal forms. </p><p>Faced with the daunting task of avoiding altering the history they know of, or triggering unforeseen consequences that are unpredictable. They must think and act carefully, concealing their true identities while adapting to their new lives in this enchanting, animated world.</p><p>Welcome to the enchanting realm where the lines between reality and fiction blur.</p><p>Thankfully, our main characters won't be easily caught. Such a shame there's something different in the history books though...</p><hr/><p>(FIRST FEW CHAPTERS WILL FOCUS ON HOW THEY WILL ADAPT TO PONYVILLE BEFORE THE FIRST EPISODE)</p><p>(UPDATES APPEAR RANDOMLY)<br/>(Changed it to T-rating)</p>

teen

2024-02-16T13:45:37+00:00

2024-02-16T13:45:36+00:00

Snap! Tik! Solarius used her newfound magic to snap some small branches, and put them inside her folded wing. She looked around, she wasn't exactly smart just like her friends, but with her new and better intelligence— she can guess this wasn't what her human friends would say as a "comic book" of such. Manga or whatever they call it, she'll just call it a comic book. She already found a source of water, but she doesn't know if it's safe to drink. She already saw a lot of wildlife in the odd forest while looking for food and branches for the campfire she's trying to light up. There was an odd creature that didn't exactly look like an animal, what did they call it? A manticore? She almost thought it was a cartoon version of a sphinx. And then the bear that saw her, she just waved a wing at it before continuing her work, it was oddly docile. Alright, as far as I know, the only actual danger around here are the wooden wolves that reform, I'd know if they're near because of the disgusting smell they have. I don't know about the manticore and the natural ones though. She thought, her body getting goosebumps just by thinking of it. She needed to ask Veliomoure to teach her how to cast a very controlled fireball that won't spread to the trees, because she's pretty sure these trees are flammable, even the scary ones (Why are there trees with scary faces? She does not know.) A few minutes later, she was back at the side of the odd abandoned castle, throwing the sticks and branches at the small fire she casted before she went out to look for more fuel. The forest felt familiar, not familiar as in reincarnated as someone important like her friends, but it was like she saw it before. Or maybe it was one of those reincarnations where she died as a young child in a ridiculous death that it embarrassed her enough to forget. Solarius clicked her tongue and looked at the four sleeping equines around the campfire. Hmm.. well, at least I know who is who because of their fur coat color and hair, or is it mane now? She thought. She looked at their unicorn horns, wings, and tails, each was definitely different than the last. She levitated some water. It's a good thing Vel thought me this when he was bored, even though I still can't talk just like them though. The forest murmured with life, a symphony of rustling leaves, chirping birds, and the gentle babble of a nearby stream. The wind whispered secrets through the branches, while the occasional snap of twigs underfoot added a hint of mystery to the air. In the distance, the haunting call of an owl echoed through the trees, punctuating the tranquil melody of the forest as creatures roamed, hid, and slept. Splash! Splish! Multiple short screams were heard for a split second, followed by loud expletive cursing, and someone punching the first thing they see; a tree. Bellona choked on the water that accidentally went through her nose, earning a hard pat from Solarius, who looked quite worried for the human-turned-equine. "Th—" She wheezed, before letting out a final cough, "Thanks Sol, but where are we?" She asked, the horse just waved around, flapping her newfound wings in confusion... Wait a second. Bellona looked at Solarius' wings, there were two pairs; one was the main wings, and underneath the main wings were smaller wings. She also appeared to be in a cartoonish style now, and her mane and tail was a mixture of lilac and black. Oddly enough, Solarius also appeared to be more of a monstrously strong horse now, which was horrifying because she was bigger and taller now. The horn just looked like a weapon now. 'Oh sweet fuck the super soldier horse became a mythical creature' Bellona thought, her eyes wide as she just stared at Solarius like she grew a second head. Abbaddon groaned, sitting up, a hoof on his head. "Ugh... My head... How hard was the fucking explosion? I—" he cut himself off once he realized he couldn't feel his fingers, and felt that he had wings. Again. "Oh for fucks sake what did we transform into this time? Horses?" Solarius made an odd choking sound, gesturing to herself. "Ah, so definitely not horses, foals?" Abbaddon asked, Solarius just shook her head. Rowan was looking at her own new body, noticing that her wings were a bit larger than theirs (except for Solarius), along with her horn. She looked at the tip of her feathers, noting that the tip of her feathers were sharp like a knife, probably not enough to hurt, but enough to only get hurt if stabbed or properly sliced. "Huh.. I thought I'd be a tiger again, or an elk. I didn't expect to become an odd pegacorn.." Rowan mumbled. Her coat color light pink, while her mane and tail being (neon?) pink, she was tall, lean, and had scars all over her new body. "You also have more fur than we do! But I have more fur on my chin, so I think I have a stubble? Or is it a goatee? I'm not good at facial stuff.." Vel muttered, noticing that the shoulder(?) joints of his new legs also had more fur, or is it feathers? He also had a shorter tail. Abbaddon just glared at his own flank. "What fucking tattoo is this? A target and a locator of sorts? And why do I have a cow tail!?" He screeched, before Solarius threw a large branch at him to shut him up. Vel slowly stood up, before looking at the wall beside himself. "Looks like Solarius made us get outside of the shelter instead being inside it. Row, are there any monsters nearby?" He asked. His oldest sister shook her head, "Right now? No, Solarius is currently drawing on the ground with her wings, and all I can understand right now is that there are wooden wolves made of sticks." She stated, looking at her friend who was still drawing on the ground, adding swirly lines above her drawing. "And apparently they stink, and there are manticores too." She continued, her eyes narrowing. "Do you think we can still use our uh— screens? We gained powers while reincarnating and transmigrating, right? Does it work here?" Bellona asked, Abbaddon just muttered something before a loud "ding!" was heard. He nodded. "Yeah, it works, we're lucky we can still open the game screen." He responded. He tapped an icon with a hoof before scrolling, "Lets see... items are still there, food, tools, notebooks, fountain pens, clothes— ah, there it is." He clicked an icon and selected something. Poof! he was wearing his black coat once again, Rowan facepalmed— or facewinged. "Stop admiring yourself you idiot! We need to see if something can be found in this building." Vel shouted at them, already at the entrance of the abandoned castle. "And how do you know? We don't even know how to use our horns and—" "We used to reincarnated as birds and literal unicorns! And I already casted a damn detection spell! Our magic is still the same as ever you fuckass!" Vel interrupted, earning a grumble from his older brother and a snicker from his oldest sister before all five walked through the entrance of the abandoned castle. Bellona looked around, noticing banners of a sun and moon, along with a white winged unicorn and a dark blue one. "Castles have libraries, right? We need some information first." She stated, before stopping infront of a kitchen of sorts. "I'll try to see if I can find some old kitchen stuff inside, we can probably renew it since we still have our System of sorts. Who knows? Maybe we need to cook!" She told her siblings, before trotting towards the kitchen. Abbaddon walked past his siblings, "I'll try to find the armory, I'll collect the weapons that I see. Vel, look into our shared Inventory if we still have our packed outfits and those weird sewing kits or stuff related to it. We might need to create new clothes for ourselves, lil' dude." He stated, his little brother rolling his eyes. Rowan glanced at the floor before finding an old helmet. Picking it up with a hoof (and noting that she can pick up stuff with her hooves), she dusted off the dirt covering it using her wings, a visible layer of rust. A blue screen appeared in her vision with two smaller boxes underneath it, after reading the text it showed, she clicked the smaller left box. All of a sudden, a blinding blue light engulfed the helmet, making her hiss and close her eyes tightly from the sudden brightness in the middle of the night, before the brightness was suddenly gone. "Holy shit Row, you were supposed to polish it, not upgrade it!" Vel hissed at her, pointing at the helmet, he was far away because he was exploring the castle as much as he can. The newly upgraded helmet glimmers with an eerie iridescence, casting shadows that dance menacingly across its surface. There were horns on its sides, curving upward twistedly, adorned with jagged spikes that seem to defy gravity. Crescent moons etched with ancient runes embellished its sides, emanating an ominous aura. The visor, obsidian black and gleaming with malice, conceals the eyes, leaving only a hint of glowing, malevolent energy seeping through the cracks if worn. The helmet went from a high grade steel metal into that of the highest adamantine, reflecting the moonlight from a window, it covers the the whole head, except for the eyes, which had the odd visor. Rowan's blank expression slowly turned into a grin. "Oh it did more than that, it's gleaming." She stated, before opening her and her siblings shared Inventory, a screen that can be found from a game. She could already see the items both Bellona and Abbaddon found. She clicked on one of them, before glancing at Vel and seeing his expression of worry, "Do not fret dear brother, this will not take up any of our Points— Shards for this matter." She stated, before she quickly clicked a smaller box, which was likely [Yes]. Meanwhile, Solarius was watching something through her "screen", her eyes slightly squinting in confusion before going back to normal, she then looked around before watching her screen again. If this is like one of those reincarnations we've been into, I'd say this alternate universe is a lot more weird. I'd better hope we at least have an identification card that exists here, not appearing out of nowhere. She thought. Actually wait— scratch that, it's better if we just appeared out of nowhere rather than explaining to some people we don't know about that we actually don't know them, or this is the "right" place.. damn, looks like actually watching children shows became helpful for once. "Aha!" Abbaddon exclaimed while smiling, lifting up another armor piece he found before chucking it inside his Inventory before seeing it upgrade into something better, Rowan's doing. He quickly looked for more of the odd armor, picking up a small arrowhead and chucking it into his Inventory too. "Okay, I already picked up all the stuff I can find," he lifted up an odd holster, which held a smaller version of a pistol crossbow, although the arrows where no where to be seen. "Those small arrowheads were probably some of the parts.." he muttered before walking around. There was something glistening on the floor. Walking towards it, he picked it up and inspected it. It was a necklace and it had a tiny sheathed dagger attached to it. "Oh damn I'm keeping this." He stated, putting it over his neck. Meanwhile, Bellona was carefully putting the items she found to her Inventory, occassionally seeing it being upgraded by Rowan, which was literally just the item suddenly being covered by a flash of light and it being better than before. She glanced at an odd object; it looked like brass knuckles, but for wings. She quickly put it in her Inventory, waited for Rowan to upgrade it, before wearing it, seeing that it looked good on her, it strangely had her weird punching bag tattoo, but it didn't matter. "Microphone, record." She mumbled, before a sudden microphone icon suddmely appeared infront of her, being inside a screen, it was also recording. She lifted up a very rotten apple before speaking, "Hey, do you think the [Polish and Upgrade] button can be used to food and not just normal objects?" She asked, before tapping the microphone icon, ending the recording and chucking the rotten food in the shared Inventory. A few seconds later, a loud "NOPE!" was heard a few hallways away after she just saw the apple make small red explosion and just disappear. The yell startled her for a bit, but it definitely sounded like Abbaddon being the one yelling instead of Veliomoure. ...why do they even have a halberd in the damn kitchen? Eh, she'll take it anyway. She quickly walked towards the main area, seeing Veliomoure walking towards them too, he was holding a paper that had a drawing. "Is that the map of this castle?" She asked, earning a nod. "Sort of, I haven't exactly measured the distances yet, but yeah, it's the map, the blueprint currently." Vel stated, before looking at Abbaddon, who was outside the entrance of the castle now. "We've been in this fucking castle and forest already, we need to fucking explore!" He complained, earning multiple eyerolls from four of them. As they finally got out of the castle, they followed a large space, although Solarius looked like she knew where everything was. "Familiar, Sol?" Bellona asked, earning a nod from the mute horse, who made her "game screen" appear, showing an intro theme song of a show. ... "I fucking knew it, it was the stuff Vel here used to be obsessed with—" "My Little Ponyyy! My Little Pony~ AHHHHAA—" Vel's singing was interrupted as Rowan pushed a hoof at his mouth, making him gag and spit out saliva after she removed it. "Gross! Your hoof is being used on the ground you know!?" He exclaimed at her, glaring. Rowan just rolled her eyes, "Dude, if you've noticed, we're in a cartoon, and we literally don't have dirt right now." She gestured at everyone and then herself as they walked, a few bunnies and squirrels looking at them, one was even on Bellona's head. "Wait— Sol, are there any timberwolves nearby?" I don't know, use your damn detection spell, not my nose! They're not even nearby! Solarius thought, before shaking her head. She looked at him before trying to sign language with her wings before realizing she couldn't do it. "Well, at least we didn't encounter any monsters or people, that'd be confusing to explain." Rowan stated, clicking something in her game screen, before a small flash appeared and she was already wearing her clothing, black tank top and sweapants. She looked at everyone else, "You all should do the same, we need to look normal, not alicorns." Veliomoure and Bellona looked at each other, before shrugging and activated their game screens, "I'll wear my iconic shirt of sorts, along with my cargo pants." Bellona stated. "Well, I guess I'll wear my coat—" "Isn't your fur white just like your coat—" "It'll be obvious I'm wearing a coat, you damn brute." Vel hissed at Bellona, who looked offended as she was just called a "brute". ...Well, she's the brawn, so.. "Use your game screens inside your clothes, Bellona, hide your horn, you're a thestral and the wings make it obvious." Rowan gestured at her horn. "Oh! You're right!" Bellona exclaimed, before clicking something at her game screen, a fedora appeared ontop of her head, covering her horn. Solarius clicked her own screen, a fern green jacket covering her torso, mostly importantly her wings. "What'll be our cover story then? We're from Canterlot but we're staying in Ponyville?" Abbaddon asked, Bellona just shrugged. "Or Manehattan, but we know Canterlot better." She replied. Solarius paused her walking, before looking behind her and glancing at them. Hey, we're here. She thought, moving her head towards the front, the four siblings quickly understanding it. They looked at the town, it was vibrant and colorful, buzzes with activity and warmth. There were sounds of laughter and chatters, ponies seen greeting each other, along with fillies and colts having fun in a nearby playground. They all stared ahead, before Bellona broke out the silence, "So what are our pony names going to be?" She asked, Rowan just shrugged. "We'll figure it out, I already thought of mine."

Akuma

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Main 6,Original Character,Alternate Universe,Human,Adventure,Comedy,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Violence

Alicorn Awakening: Lost and confused

What if four siblings and a horse were isekai'd to the show? What if it wasn't the first time for them?

incomplete

<p>Bellona Abel, Abbaddon Bor, Rowan Surena, Veliomoure Ravenclaw, and Solarius. Four siblings and an animal friend stuck together, as OverPowered as they can be.</p><p>In a story of reincarnation and transmigration, they find themselves thrust into a world they once regarded as mere fiction: the vibrant and enchanting realm of My Little Pony. However, their arrival brings a startling twist as they awaken in new equine bodies, far removed from their familiar bipedal forms. </p><p>Faced with the daunting task of avoiding altering the history they know of, or triggering unforeseen consequences that are unpredictable. They must think and act carefully, concealing their true identities while adapting to their new lives in this enchanting, animated world.</p><p>Welcome to the enchanting realm where the lines between reality and fiction blur.</p><p>Thankfully, our main characters won't be easily caught. Such a shame there's something different in the history books though...</p><hr/><p>(FIRST FEW CHAPTERS WILL FOCUS ON HOW THEY WILL ADAPT TO PONYVILLE BEFORE THE FIRST EPISODE)</p><p>(UPDATES APPEAR RANDOMLY)<br/>(Changed it to T-rating)</p>

teen

2024-02-19T13:16:52+00:00

2024-02-19T13:16:51+00:00

Ponyville, a vibrant and colorful town nestled in the heart of Equestria, buzzes with activity and warmth. Its winding streets are lined with quaint houses and busy shops, each adorned with cheerful pastel hues and adorned with colorful decorations. In the town square, ponies of all shapes, sizes, and colors gather to socialize and celebrate the magic of friendship. The sound of laughter fills the air as residents go about their daily routines, exchanging smiles and starting up conversations. And amidst the bustles streets and colorful medieval buildings, the four siblings and the horse-turned-alicorn found themselves in the front of Mayor Mare's office, inside the building after they told someone they needed to ask the mayor a question of sorts. "I'll do the talking." She took a deep breath as she steeled herself for the conversation ahead, as much as they didn't want to interact with anyone, they were in desperate need of a place to call shelter, or else they might interfere with the mane six and spike to much. "We've been in the damn town for a whole hour.." Abbaddon grumbled, a glare on his face. Rowan knocked on the door, "Miss Mayor Mare? We– my siblings and friend have a question to ask you, we're new to Ponyville." She asked, a bit confused on how she should respond afterwards. She could hear some shuffling — papers perhaps? Or folders — before a muffled response of "Of course! Come in!" was heard. Rowan quietly pushed open the door to Mayor Mare's office, the bell above announcing their arrival with a soft chime. The mayor looked up from her paperwork with a warm smile. "Hello! Welcome to Ponyville, What brings you here this evening, dearies?" Rowan shifted her stance, her request on her mind. "Well, Mayor Mare, I wanted to inquire about any vacant houses in Ponyville. You see, my siblings and I need of a place to stay along with my friend." She moved her head to point behind her where her siblings and friend are. "Hi!" "Hello!" "Sup." Solarius was the only one that waved. Mayor Mare's expression perked up, understanding the request. "Of course! We do have a few vacant houses available, would you like a house that's large of sorts?" She asked, looking through a folder and flipping through some papers. Rowan nodded, "Yes, preferrably one that has large rooms too." "Hmm..." Mayor Mare hummed, before nodding. "Ah, yes, we do have a large vacant house at the outskirts of town, although the inside may need a bit of a fixing," Mayor Mare said, pointing to a location on a nearby map. "It's been empty for quite some time, but it should be suitable for your needs, all you need to do is sign this document first." She continued before showing a document along with an ink and quill. Rowan carefully read it, before realizing she needed her own signature and names of the ones who will live in it first. Rowan blinked, 'huh, free house, I guess?' Rowan nodded again, "Alright, the location is perfect." She stated, levitating the quill and dipping it in the ink. 'Hmm.. so the document needs the name of the pony who will own it of sorts..' She thought, glancing behind her, she made a hand sign— or something similar, all she did was move a hoof around in a specific pattern. Vel perked up after realizing what she was signing, he nodded his head. Rowan wrote her pony name, and signed her signature. "Finished." She stated, handing the document to Mayor Mare, who delightfully took it. "Wonderful! Please, allow me to show you the location of the house." She stated, smiling as she clapped her front hooves together, she walked towards the door, signaling the others to follow her. While they walked, they could see ponies laughing and having fun, up above in a cloud, a blue pegasus with rainbow mane was sleeping, while an orange earth pony mare with a cowboy hat was selling apples nearby. The earth pony looked at them, "Howdy!" She exclaimed, waving a hoof. Abbaddon nodded at her, "Howdy." He stated. Vel could see a few ponies looking at them, before half of those few whispered to other ponies and pointed at them. "We need to hurry, fast. Our appearance isn't exactly like a normal canterlot pony." He hissed at Rowan, who nodded. "Miss Mayor Mare? Is it alright if we hurry our tracks? We're a bit, erm, impatient sometimes when walking." Mayor Mare blinked at her question, before nodding, "Of course! We shall speed walk there instead." "Wow, it's..." Bellona started, looking at the building in awe. "Surprisingly bigger than we imagined." Abbaddon finished the sentence, looking at the front of the house, the building itself was similar to a certain fashionista's boutique, but it looked fancier, it was certainly large enough to house a dozen ponies, but they were only five. Why wouldn't anyone be in the house? It was literally bigger than every building in the town! And all they had to do was sign a document! It had three floors and a balcony! Rowan looked at the retreating earth pony who was going back to the Town Hall, she then looked at the door and opened it. And was immediately enveloped in dust. "WHAT THE FUCK—" "MY EYES, MY EYES! IT HAS DUST!" "It's in my fucking lungs—" most of them exclaimed in shock, while Solarius covered her nose with a hoof. "Maybe we should've brought masks," Vel violently coughed as the dust finally settled, he looked around the room before going inside. "I must say, it's very spacious, we can probably add a billiard, no wait— a giant TV screen! And some video games!" Vel exclaimed, grinning as he explored the house excitedly. "I'll make a blueprint for you guys so we could know where to put stuff!" Abbaddon simply grumbled before pointing at an area, "Okay, the kitchen is obviously there because of the counters, along with the dining tables— why's it fuckin' dusty as hell here!?" He complained, waving a hoof around to swat away the dust near him. Rowan rolled her eyes before casting a specific spell, a bright pink flash covering everything before it settled. Abbaddon blinked, "...Oh, there's no dust anymore." He said, looking around as Rowan huffed. They could hear Vel on the upper floor, "It certainly needs some work done in here, guys!" His sentence was muffled by the walls as he went back down from some stairs. "Alright—" he produced a paper of sorts, which had the blueprint of the building. "So! I think I figured out the reason why no one bought this house (I have no idea why we got it for free) but one of its problems is that the bathrooms do not properly work, there are cracks in the walls, and there is a racoon in one of the rooms. Also I found some stuff we can sell to gain money from—" he levitated a dusty camera towards them before Bellona suddenly snatched it and used her game screen to renew the camera. As Vel kept talking, she glanced at her siblings, who nodded at her and pointed at the door. She looked at Solarius, "Hey, was there a building where we can sell this?" She asked, Solarius just rolled her eyes. There was a building that had a sign that said "Trade 'N' Tails", we can go there, she thought, signaling Bellona to follow her through the door. "Hey guys! Make sure to put my room near the stairs! We also need food, so I'll give Abbaddon the bits!" "Excuse me WHAT—" "Hey! Sol! Wait up!" Bellona yelled after Solarius, who was walking too fast. Since Solarius was the tallest and biggest one amongst the group, her walking was faster. 'Why is she even taller than EVERYONE anyway!? Is it because she was an actual horse?' She thought, pouting as she caught up with Solarius, walking right next to her — or trotting. Solarius chuckled when she saw Bellona pout, unfortunately, they had to walk fast, an extremely tall war horse isn't a good sight to see, especially with the scar she had at her chest and nose. She sighed, she was thankful that the streets of the town were bustling more than usual, probably because it dismissal time for the kids— children? Kids are technically goat babies or something. As they approached a quaint shop known for its collection of goods, Bellona's new wings fluttered with excitement, while Solarius remained silent. Pushing open the creaky door, they were greeted by the sight of various trinkets and more displayed on shelves. There was a blue blur that went by after it bought a book. "Wow.." Bellona gaped, her expression full of awe seeing the stuff on the shelves. Solarius glared at her, oh so you're amazed at this, but you don't appreciate my collection of weapons in my game space? She glanced to her left, seeing some old books. Ah, limited editions, who is this Star Swirl? His clothes look like a stereotypical wizard. Behind the counter stood a unicorn with a dusty brown coat and a perpetually bored expression, looking at the floor. This guy's probably the resident trader and seller of trinkets in Ponyville. Solarius thought, she glanced at a few shiny objects, before poking each of them lightly. A loud "ding!" was heard inside her mind and a blue system screen appeared infront of her everytime she did it, although it seems like she was the only one who could see it. The unicorn glanced upwards before staring back at the floor, he then did a double-take, realizing he had customers. "Ah! Welcome, welcome! I apologize for ignoring you both, I didn't expect anypony today since I have nothing new!" called out the owner, a nervous expression in his eyes. "My name is Barter Hoof, what can I do for you today?" Bellona flashed a mischievous grin and nudged Solarius forward. "We've got something old of sorts, we want to sell it for some bits. A real beauty." She exclaimed, earning a raised eyebrow from Solarius as she showed the camera. The unicorn's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the device Solarius held in her hoof. He took it in his magic, examining it from angles. "Goodness! How did you both find this? It's a relic from a bygone era, but remarkably well-preserved! It's possibly older than somepony I know.." He looked at the two mares, "How?" He asked, his jaw agape. 'Wait.. these two mares aren't normal, one is a– sweet Celestia, a thestral! In the day time too! Their skin is sensitive in the sun! And the other is... oh good gravy this one looks scary under the cloak—' his brain short-circuted after realizing two things. ... Oi. Solarius thumped the counter with her hoof, almost snarling after it had been a minute of him short-circuting his own brain. I know ya can't hear me, but the money? Hello asshole? Barter Hoof stuttered, walking away before grabbing a large pouch and thrusted it to Bellona's hoof. "Thank-you-for-going-to-Trade-'N'-Tails-nice-meeting-you-come-again!" He hastily responded to them before politely pushing them outside the door and shutting it. They blinked. "Uh.. at least we have money now? And judging by the weight of this pouch, it's a lot!" Bellona laughed, showing it to Solarius right at her face. The light-cream colored pony took the large pouch and opened it, counting the bits inside. She smirked. Looks like the camera was quite rare.

Babycord

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Original Character,Other,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

The need to win

Speed is only half of the game

complete

<p>Car. </p><p>Tires. </p><p>Engines. </p><p>Cars. </p><p>Thees four things can either make your car or make you look like a rookie.</p><p>Blue star wasn't a rookie.</p>

everyone

2024-02-10T04:32:52+00:00

2024-02-10T04:32:52+00:00

The midday sun beat down relentlessly on the faded hills surrounding Ponyville. Not a cloud marred the vast blue sky stretching to the horizon. Blue Star wiped his brow and peered out at the dusty flatland ahead, tracking a plume of dirt kicked up in the distance. "I see 'em," he called to Sweetwater in the passenger seat of their battered Ford pickup. She lowered her binoculars and shielded her eyes from the glare. Blue eased off the gas and let their truck coast, letting the trailing vehicle close the gap. It was a souped up model with gleaming custom panels, built more for show than the workaday grime that coated Blue and Sweetwater's truck. As it pulled alongside, the driver revved his engine obnoxiously. Blue ignored him, keeping his eyes forward. But the stallion persisted in trying to goad a reaction, peeling out recklessly to block their path. Blue braked and downshifted smoothly to avoid a collision, fighting to keep his anger in check. "Just let it pass, Blue," warned Sweetwater quietly. He couldn't afford another altercation, not with the derby a week away. Their financial future depended on finishing that race. He eased off and leaned back silently as the shiny truck roared ahead, music pounding. Sweetwater shook her head as its taillights receded into the haze. "Show-offs. Think bits buys skill." "Skill'll be what matters on race day." Blue nodded determinedly. But behind his stoic facade roiled doubts. Their ten-year-old Ford was long past its prime, held together by duct tape and prayer. While others spent freely modifying for speed, Blue and Sweetwater had been paring back expenses for months to cover the hefty derby entry fee. Their meager home on the edge of town came into sight, little more than a ramshackle collection of trailers joined together. As they rumbled up the long dirt driveway, Sweetwater spotted a mess of tools and car parts strewn across the yard. "Looks like someone's been workin’." Blue cut the engine with a sigh, peering through the windshield. "That'd be Cletus from down the road. Said he'd fix our brakes while we was out practicin'." Climbing stiffly down from the cab, the siblings walked over to survey Cletus' progress. Wrenches and rags littered the ground around their truck's open front end. The mechanic himself leaned against the bumper, swigging from a warm beer. "Well?" demanded Blue impatiently. Brawn grimaced and wiped his hooves on a filthy rag. "Sorry kids. She's in rough shape. Brake lines rusted through like wet tissue paper." He gestured at the engine compartment strewn with frayed metal tubes and fluid-stained parts. "Got 'er stopped for now but there's no way she'll hold up for racin’.” Sweetwater's face fell in dismay. "You mean...we can't compete?" Blue stepped forward, jaw set tightly. "What's it gonna take, Brawn? Money ain't no object, we gotta make this derby." His eyes burned with desperation as he awaited the answer that could determine their fate. Brawn lit a cigarette thoughtfully, blowing smoke up at the darkening sky. "Replacement lines alone would set ya back near a month's wages. But..." He glanced meaningfully at their dilapidated truck. "I might know a fella'll do the full works cheap, if ya help provide...inspiration." His sly smirk spoke volumes about the nature of such "inspiration." Blue plants hir hoof into the ground, frustration mounting. But they had no other choice. He exhaled heavily. "...Alright, Brawn. Set it up." Sweetwater rested a gentle hoof on his, calming him. "It'll be okay, Blue. We'll figure somethin' out." He nodded wearily, knowing the days ahead would test their resolve to its limits. But if it took bending rules to keep their derby dreams alive, so be it. Nothing was getting between Blue Star and that prize money now. Morning light streamed through cracks in the trailer's walls as Blue Star slowly woke. His body ached dully, each movement reawakening scratches and bruises accrued over days of grueling labor. He glanced beside him at the narrow twin bed where Sweetwater still slept soundly, hair splayed across her face in tangled strands. Despite his exhaustion, a surge of pride swelled in Blue's chest at the sight of their newly repaired truck waiting patiently outside. The work had drained them to the bone, but their battered Ford now ran smoother than ever before thanks to Brawn's' contact. And so the Midlands Derby was still within reach. Sweetwater stirred as Blue dressed quietly, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Mornin'. You rest at all?" She smiled gently at his tousled appearance. Blue grinned back weakly. "Enough. Now c'mon, derby's startin' soon and I wanna do some practicin’ first.” The open flatlands surrounding Ponyville were steadily filling with vehicles of all shapes and sizes as the siblings arrived. Thick plumes of dust rose into the air wherever trucks peeled out, showing off engines tuned to the max. Blue circled their truck slowly, eyes scanning opponents for any sign of vulnerability. Sweetwater watched his focus intently from the passenger seat. "What d'you see?" Blue nodded toward a gleaming pickup bearing a familiar gaudy paint job. "That Red fella's drivin' looks overconfident. Bet he makes mistakes.” His eyes narrowed. “Also, that old Dodge over there's wearin’ badly. Might torque under hard turns.” As the first heat began, Blue navigated their dirt track with caution, observing competitors’ strategies. Red gunned his engine brashly from the start in an attempt to overtake the field in one bold maneuver. But his hasty driving caused him to lose control on a sharp turn, spinning recklessly across another racer's path. A grinding crash sounded as the vehicles collided, triggering a chain reaction pileup. Blue stomped the brakes just in time to avoid the chaos. “Toldja he was reckless,” he muttered to Sweetwater grimly. Their truck idled at the sidelines as the mound of twisted metal was cleared, both competitors’ trucks totaled. Shaking his head, Blue eased back onto the track once it was reopened. His smooth driving soon had them near the front, passing the laboring Dodge. Sweetwater cheered each position gained until they pulled into first just before the checkered flag. As they exited their battered truck, a brusque voice called, "Well look who it is, the Ponyville Paupers." Blue turned to see Ricky approaching, face livid beneath a freshly bandaged forehead. "That was my heat you stole, dirtbags. Shoulda been me in first," he spat. Blue said nothing, expression stony. But Sweetwater stepped between them, eyes flashing defiantly. "We earned that win same as anyone. If you can't control your ego on the track, that's your own fault." Red scowled down at her petite form. "Watch it girly, before someone teaches you respect." He stalked off, muttering obscenities under his breath that made Blue's blood boil. Their quiet celebration was cut short as the overhead speakers crackled to life. "Will all participants please report for driver check-in and final registration before the main event." Blue swallowed his simmering anger and followed Sweetwater to the announcer’s booth, steeling himself for the trials ahead. The sun blazed overhead as Blue's pickup idled in the starting line, grille facing the sweeping expanse of the dirt track ahead. Dust had long since permeated his clothes and skin, clinging stubbornly despite repeated washings. He wiped it from his eyes distractedly, focusing on the gravelly voice booming through speakers. "Racers, start your engines!" Engines roared in response all around as Sweetwater settled into the passenger seat beside him, handing over a flask of cool water. Blue nodded gratefully and took a quick swig before capping it and returning it to her, ready for battle. The qualifying heats commenced in a chaotic flurry of flying dirt and peeling rubber. To Sweetwater’s anxious encouragement, Blue carved strategic passes around the perimeter, assessing drivers' tells and weaknesses under pressure. By the semifinal heat, only a handful of trucks remained. Up ahead, Red revved menacingly toward a more battered pickup that had outmaneuvered him on the last turn. With no room left to pass cleanly, he jerked the wheel aggressively, slamming his flank into the weaker truck. It careened off course out of control, flipping end over end in a massive cloud of dust. Blue frowned as the crumpled vehicle was towed off, Red facing no penalty. "That wasn't no accident. He done it on purpose." Sweetwater gripped the door handle tightly, eyes wide. "You think he'll...try something?" Blue nodded grimly. "Wouldn't put nothin' past that snake in the grass." They finished the heat in third, securing a place in the championship round. But the threat of sabotage now loomed over every maneuver. As the final started under another blazing sun, Blue kept his pickup tucked securely amidst the pack, hyper-alert for any treachery. On the opening lap, Red roared up directly behind their bumper, engine revving intimidatingly. Blue ignored the provocation, keeping his focus ahead. But as they approached a sharp hairpin turn, Red gunned forward abruptly, slamming into their rear fender with a deafening crunch of twisting metal. The impact sent Blue wrestling for control as their truck spun out into the loose gravel. Sweetwater cried out wordlessly in panic beside him. After what felt like an eternity, Blue managed to regain control just before careening off the edge, breathing heavily. When he glanced back through the settling dust, Red smirked viciously before peeling ahead unpunished once more. Sweetwater grasped Blue's hoof firmly. "Forget him! We're still in this.” Her eyes shone with fierce determination. Growling deep in his throat, Blue shifted gears and stomped the accelerator, diving back into the race with renewed ferocity. The grueling final laps blurred past in a maelstrom of flying grit and pounding engines. Blue clung stubbornly to third position despite Red's increasingly brazen attempts to sabotage them from behind. Each impact shook the weakened truck's frame, but Sweetwater's steadying words and Blue's iron will kept them on the perilous trail. Finally, a daring pass around the outside surged them into second heading into the last stretch. Just the aging Dodge ahead stood between them and victory now. Blue hammered the gas, straining every beaten system for precious extra speed. hoof by hoof they gained, Sweetwater cheering maniacally beside him. With just a quarter mile to go, their battered grille pulled alongside the Dodge's fender. Its driver fought back ferociously, slamming into their flank in panic. Blue grit his teeth against the wrenching collision, refusing to lose ground. As they accelerated neck and neck toward the finish, Sweetwater glimpsed Ricky rocketing up behind in their dust. His snarling face was set with murderous intent, ready to destroy anything in his path. Sweetwater screamed a frantic warning, but it was too late. Red ploughed directly into their rear end at full velocity, launching their pickup into a spiral through the air. Blue seemed to fly weightlessly for an eternal moment before brutal impact shattered the driver's side window around him. Glass and twisted metal rained down as their vehicle rolled violently across the torn earth, coming to rest in an inverted crumpled heap a hundred yards back. Silence fell over the desolate track as spectators watched on in horror. Sweetwater moaned dazedly and tugged desperately at her trapped seatbelt, tears streaming down her face. Blue hung limply above her, blood trickling from a gash on his forehead. Please...she sobbed. Please be okay.. A strangled gasp suddenly escaped Blue's throat, his body jerking spasmodically back to consciousness. Sweetwater's weeping turned to elated laughter as he peered around in confusion, finally gaining focus on her relief-stricken face above. His mangled side of the cabin glared ominously around them with jagged shards and dangling wires. Through the distorted scraps of the roof, both siblings saw Ricky’s truck celebrating its undeserved victory in the distance. A deep growl rumbled in Blue's chest at the unfair sight. With shaking hooves, Sweetwater helped him carefully free from the wreckage. Blue's back hoof buckled under his weight as they crawled clear, twisted at an unnatural angle. Sweetwater's panicked eyes searched his grimacing face. We need help NOW. Please, just hold on..! Despite the agony pulsing through his body, Blue shook his head determinedly. He grit his teeth and hauled himself back up on Sweetwater's shoulder, refusing to give in. His burning gaze remained fixed ahead at Ricky's retreating truck. Not...done yet, he ground out through clenched jaws. Sweetwater realized with a start what he intended. Blue, no, you're hurt too bad! But her protest fell on deaf ears. With blind determination, Blue lurched toward the engine compartment, inspecting the damage. By some blessing, the motor remained intact. He gripped the gnarled steering column fiercely. Help me in, Sweetwater...one last run. Tears welled again in her eyes but she nodded, assisting him into the cabin. The tortured pickup’s final reserves were called upon as its engine roared angrily to life once more. With Sweetwater’s aid, Blue jammed the gearstick forward, heedless of the shrieking protest from his mangled back hoof. Their vengeful return to the track caught the crowd utterly by surprise. Red saw them approaching in his mirrors just as the checkered flag waved, face contorting with panic and rage. But it was too late for him to avoid the righteous retaliation now bearing down at 150 miles per hour. Blue aimed their crumpled front end precisely, launching their pickup into a final desperate collision with Red’s smug machine. The catastrophic impact caused an eruption that flung both twisted wrecks end over end in a smoking aerial somersault. They crashed to earth in an apocalyptic heap, coming to rest side by side in a mangled parody of their former selves. Paramedics swarmed the scene, extracting the unconscious drivers from the ruins. All attention turned to Blue as his battered body was carried off on a stretcher, unresponsive but still alive through sheer grit. In the chaos, Red's unscathed figure slipped silently away into the dusk, escaping justice once more. But as the ambulance doors closed around Blue, Sweetwater clasped his flagging hoof tightly in hers, tears of anguish turned into triumph. you did it brother, you did it".

Flarescale

551269

Soarin,Thunderlane,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Two Colts One Bed

A story about two stallions who end up sleeping together in the same bed.

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<p>Soarin and Thunderlane have been sent to the city of Baltimare to educate young pegasi there about the Wonderbolts for a couple of days. Due to the latter messing up the hotel room reservation, the two friends end up spending the night together in the same bed and discovering new sides about each other.</p><p>Cover art drawn by SEfastpone.</p>

teen

2024-02-14T18:21:14+00:00

2024-02-20T11:32:36+00:00

"So, do you think they liked us?" Thunderlane asked Soarin, who was flying alongside him. "I stuttered a little at first, but nopony seemed to mind." "You did great!" the blue pegasus replied cheerfully. He flapped his wings a few times to gain more height and went on: "No—we did great! Didn't you see how excited they were by the end? I'm sure we're going to meet some of them again in a few years." The two stallions had been sent to the city of Baltimare to inform and educate young ponies about the Wonderbolts, in hopes of attracting new recruits into their ranks in the future. They had just finished their first presentation at a local school. It ended in a display of coordinated flight, where the two pegasi showed the students what sort of things they would learn if they decided to join. Now they were on their way to the next destination. "I always get stage fright whenever I have to speak in front of a big crowd," the gray pegasus said bashfully. "But I guess it turned out alright, even if I was slightly out of my element in the first half. Flying together was the easy part." "They're just foals. They aren't gonna hold your delivery to a standard as high as adult ponies anyway." "Foals will not hold back their laughter if I mess something up, either." "Stop worrying so much," Soarin said nonchalantly as he started to glide towards the ground. "We still have two more presentations to give today—and another three tomorrow. It's only going to get easier from here." A cloud of dust got kicked up in the air when he landed in front of the building where their next show was about to take place. "You'll be fine, trust me." Just like Soarin had predicted, the two remaining presentations for that day went off without a hitch. He and Thunderlane were free to do whatever they wanted for the rest of the day. They decided to spend their free time doing some sightseeing around the city of Baltimare. Even though it wasn't one of the largest towns in Equestria, it had more than enough interesting places to keep them occupied during their visit. The sun was already setting when the ponies finally arrived at the hotel. Thunderlane had reserved a room for them in advance. The gray pegasus checked them in at the lobby and then entered the elevator with his light blue colleague. Soarin admired the mirror-like reflection on its finely polished floor. "This place looks pretty fancy," he said as they got off the elevator. "I hope the room you got wasn't too expensive. Spitfire is going to have you gelded if she finds out you've been splurging too much on our accommodations." "It was only one hundred bits per night," Thunderlane assured. "That's unusually cheap for a hotel like this. Oh, here it is." He unlocked the door and stepped aside to let Soarin enter the room first. "Uh, Thunderlane? There's only one bed here." "That can't be right," the pegasus said as he stepped into the room. His coat blended smoothly into its dark gray walls, almost making him look like a pair of amber eyes and a turquoise mane floating in the air. "I told them there would be two of us coming here." "See for yourself." Thunderlane stared at the small bed in the middle of the room. "Since when have hotels had rooms with only a single bed in them?" he asked bewilderedly. Looking around the room, he could only see a table with two small wooden chairs and a lush green potted plant in the corner. Soarin shrugged his shoulders. "I'll go back down and ask what's going on," Thunderlane huffed. He promptly turned around and left the room. The pegasus hopped off the balcony in the main hall and flew down to the lobby instead of waiting for the elevator. He quickly stated the bed situation to the receptionist. The smiling mare behind the counter gave him a simple explanation for his problem. "Our hotel provides small single-bed rooms for a lower price," she said. "They have been very popular with ponies traveling by themselves. We knew that you would have company, but then again, couples sometimes book those rooms as well to save money. Maybe we should have made that more clear when you reserved it." "I guess it's my fault for not paying attention. Can we switch to a room with two beds, please?" "Unfortunately, we are almost fully booked at the moment. The only room we have available right now is the celestial suite—at 450 bits per night, it is the most luxurious hotel room in the entire city! You can switch to that, if you like." Thunderlane considered for a moment. He knew that Soarin had been joking earlier but the mental image of Spitfire taking away his stallionhood made him shudder nonetheless. If she ever found out that they had stayed in the most expensive hotel room in town using the funds of the Wonderbolts, she would not go easy on them for sure. Ultimately, he rejected the offer. "There's another hotel a few blocks away, but I'd imagine it is also full," the mare continued. "This has been a busy day since there are lots of big events going on in the city this week. I'm sorry, but there's nothing else I can do." "Oh well—thanks anyway." Disappointed, Thunderlane returned to the room they had and repeated to Soarin what the receptionist had told him. "They did offer me another room," he said wistfully, "but it was way too pricey. I think Spitfire wouldn't be too happy about it." "Good call. The boss lady can have a real temper at times. Back when I was just a recruit, she once threatened to make me lick her toilet clean after I had done a slightly more serious screw-up." "Did you have to?" "She did make me clean all the bathrooms for a week, yes," Soarin muttered. "Just not with my tongue, thankfully." He turned around and looked questioningly at the bed. "So, what are we gonna do now?" "The fault is all mine," the gray pegasus sighed, "so you can have the bed to yourself." "But where will you sleep?" "Right here, I guess..." Thunderlane laid down on the carpet in front of the door. "I've made my bed—now I have to sleep in it," he chuckled, realizing the irony of what he had just said. "Well, good night." Soarin slept restlessly and woke up around midnight. He tossed and turned for some time trying to fall asleep again before sitting up on the bed and turning his head towards the door. A pale beam of light was cast between the curtains on the pegasus curled up in front of it. The blue stallion started to feel sorry for his friend. "Thunderlane?" he whispered. "Y-yeah?" the gray pegasus uttered weakly. "Have you got any sleep?" "No, not really..." Soarin turned on the lights and exhaled deeply. "Listen... How would you feel about sleeping in the same bed with me?" "It's not big enough for both of us." "Well, I think it just might be... if we spoon each other, that is." Thunderlane looked at the blue pegasus with a blank expression on his face. "It doesn't have to mean anything," Soarin continued. "We are only sleeping, that's all. Since we're both single, I thought it wouldn't be an issue." The gray stallion looked away hesitantly. "If you're not comfortable with that, I get it. I just feel bad for you, watching you shiver on that cold and drafty floor. You're not getting any rest lying down there, and we both need to have a good night's sleep to be at our best tomorrow." Letting out a sigh, Thunderlane finally got up from the floor and climbed into the bed, laying down on his side. Soarin, being slightly taller, cuddled up behind him and pulled the blanket over them. The stallions wriggled around a little, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. A moment later, Soarin had wrapped his front legs snugly around Thunderlane's chest. "Is this okay with you? I can't find any other place for my hooves to go. I'm gonna fall off the side otherwise." "Yeah, it's fine. Sleep tight, Soarin." "You too, Thunderlane." Sunlight was already seeping into the room between the curtains when Thunderlane woke up in the morning. Soarin was still holding him safely in the embrace of their blue hooves, snoring quietly in their sleep behind him. The gray pony didn't want to wake the blue one up yet. He raised his head up slightly to see what the time was. Their next presentation would take place at noon, which was still several hours away. The pegasus closed his eyes again and enjoyed Soarin's warmth. The blue hoof started stroking his stomach. The gray pegasus hummed faintly as the sleeping stallion caressed his belly, sweeping gently across it back and forth. Thunderlane suddenly felt his face redden when Soarin's leg brushed lightly against his morning wood. "Uh, Soarin?" he asked awkwardly. "What are you doing?" The blue pegasus snapped awake, promptly pulling his hoof back to his side of the bed. "Sorry about that," he said sheepishly. "Force of habit, I guess. I'm just used to sleeping with a plush toy every night." "Plush toy? Like that big giraffe you had when you were a small colt?" "The very same, actually. I still have it, you know, after all these years. It's just that in a group like the Wonderbolts, where everypony always acts all tough and serious, I feel the need to have something warm and soft in my life. It's silly, I know." "I don't think it's silly. Sometimes I feel the same way..." Thunderlane paused and thought for a moment. "Soarin, can I ask you something personal?" "Sure." "I was just wondering—have you ever slept like this before? With another stallion, I mean." Soarin remained silent. "Well, I suppose that's none of my business," Thunderlane said regretfully. "Sorry, I was just curious." "It's not like that—I just thought it might make you uncomfortable to be this intimate with me. But yeah, I've been with a few stallions before. My most recent relationship was with a mare, though." "Are you talking about Rainbow Dash? I thought you liked her a lot." "I do like her—as a friend. We used to go out for a while last summer, but it didn't really go anywhere. I guess I wasn't awesome enough for her taste. Why do you ask, anyway? You said you were curious." "I did?" Thunderlane gulped. "Well, I... It's just... Uh, never mind." "Come on," Soarin said encouragingly. "I can tell from your tone that something is weighing on your mind. We've been friends since we were small colts. You can tell me anything." "Fine," the pegasus sighed. "I guess I have sometimes wondered what it would feel like to be together with a stallion..." He paused and swallowed hard. "I sort of had a crush on you once." "Really?" Soarin said, raising his brow in surprise. "I never knew you felt that way." "It has been very confusing to me... At some point, I just suddenly started to think that you are really attractive. But since you were with Rainbow Dash at the time, I kept it to myself. I was afraid our friendship would turn sour if I told you." "I'm glad you finally got it off your chest," Soarin said joyfully. "I'm not upset or anything, I'm actually flattered to hear you say that. But why tell me now?" "Isn't it obvious? Here I am, being held in your hooves, as fate would have it. I thought it was now or never. Even if you did not have any romantic intentions, sleeping together made my feelings for you surface again. I was worried that might happen." "Why would you worry about that?" "I know what it feels like to be attracted to somepony you have no chance to be with. Last time it took me several months to get over it. I guess I should have told you about it earlier, but until today, I assumed you were straight, so it was just wishful thinking on my part." The gray pony started to sniffle. "I suppose it still is..." "What do you mean?" "Now that I've told you how I feel," Thunderlane sobbed, "it is clear that you don't like me back the same way." He quickly hid his face under the blanket, cheeks now dripping with tears. "I'm sorry, it's just—" Soarin started slowly swaying them back and forth in his embrace. "It's alright, Thunderlane," he said slowly in an attempt to console the sobbing stallion. "Just let it all out..." He tried to gather his thoughts while Thunderlane wept beside him. They stopped crying after a few minutes, breathing heavily into the pillow. Soarin cautiously pulled the blanket off their head. "Are you alright?" he asked quietly. The sad stallion replied with a sniffle. "You know, I never said I didn't like you... I just haven't thought about you in that way before. I wasn't even aware that you fancied stallions, much less me in particular. It's a lot to take in. Do I really mean that much to you?" Thunderlane nodded slowly. He tried to hide his face again when Soarin peeked over his shoulder. "There's no reason to be embarrassed," the blue pegasus whispered. "I think it was really sweet of you to pour your heart out like that. You must have been carrying that inside you for a long time." He raised his head, grinning widely at the sniffling stallion. "You look so cute when you cry." Thunderlane could not keep himself from smiling. "Feeling better now?" Soarin asked. "Yeah," they said with an awkward chuckle. "I'm really glad you took it so well." "I told you you could tell me anything," Soarin said, squeezing them softly. "You're my friend, after all." Thunderlane hummed quietly in relief as Soarin held him in their light blue hooves. The stallions lay silently in bed for some time. After a while, their stomachs started to rumble, breaking the soothing silence. "Well, I think it's time to get up now and go eat some breakfast," Soarin said eventually. "We can talk more about this later, but let's keep things professional for now. There's still a few more presentations we have to give today." The two pegasi gave the first presentation of the day at noon. The next show would begin two hours later, and the last one two hours after that. Despite Thunderlane's best efforts to keep his mind on the job, he was so smitten by Soarin that he tripped on his legs and tumbled down at one point. He quickly got back up and carried on as if nothing had happened, blissfully unaware of the foals snickering in the audience. In the end, they both had successfully fulfilled their duty to the Wonderbolts. After a light dinner, Thunderlane went to a park they had flown over the day before and sat down on a bench. Soarin had asked for some alone time before meeting him there later, which the gray pegasus had naturally allowed. Having nothing better to do, he watched the wind blow fallen leaves around while waiting for his friend. A small voice in Thunderlane's head had started suggesting that the blue pegasus had already hightailed it and would never speak to him again. "Why is it so difficult for me to stop worrying about things?" he thought to himself, trying to ignore it. "Even if he decides he doesn't want to be with me, I don't think he would leave me hanging like that." The sky had already been painted with shades of orange and red when Soarin's silhouette eventually appeared above the trees. After a less than graceful landing, the blue pegasus folded up his wings and sat down next to Thunderlane. The perturbed pegasus waited anxiously for Soarin to open his mouth and release him from his torment, for better or worse. "I've thought about what you told me," they finally said. "I'm still a little bit shocked about all this, to be honest." "Yeah, I guessed as much." "I didn't have the slightest idea that you were so enamored with me. I mean, we've been friends for a very long time but you've managed to keep your true feelings hidden so well..." "Actually, I only started getting those feelings after you got together with Rainbow Dash last year. I don't know, maybe I was jealous of her or something. That's when I finally accepted that I prefer stallions to mares. I've never before had such strong feelings for anypony other than you." "How do you feel about me now?" "You've always been one of my best friends, Soarin. I wish—" Thunderlane began to blush, his voice quieting down to barely a whisper. "I wish we could be more than that..." Soarin looked shyly at Thunderlane and chuckled. "I have to admit, I really enjoyed sleeping with you last night. Spooning you felt strangely natural, even though it wasn't supposed to be romantic. It's been a long time since I've felt the warmth of another stallion like that. I think I could get used to it." Thunderlane raised his hoof, eyes lighting up with excitement. "Do you mean—" "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'd like to find out too if we can be something more than friends. So, let's just try and see what happens. You should've told me about your crush earlier, you silly horse." Soarin hugged Thunderlane heartily. The gray pegasus murmured quietly in his embrace as he stroked their turquoise mane with his hoof. The two ponies sat on the bench holding hooves and leaning against each other, watching the sun slowly descend below the horizon. After the nightfall, the tired stallions returned to the hotel. They would spend another night there before going back home and reporting for Spitfire the following day. The blue pony climbed into the bed and turned off the lights. This time it was Soarin's turn to be the little spoon. Thunderlane laid down behind them and wrapped his muscular legs around their body. "What a trip this has been," Soarin said, yawning loudly in the middle of his speech. "I'm beginning to think you reserved this room on purpose to make me fall into your clutches." "Who says I didn't?" Thunderlane quipped as he pulled the blanket over them. "You—you're not serious, are you?" "Something for you to wonder about as you drift off to slumberland." "Oh, come on..." Soarin yawned again. "Well, I guess it's time to settle down for the night." "Would you like a little massage before that?" the gray pegasus asked as he began rubbing their light blue wings with his hoof. "You seem a little tense after all that flying." "I don't know, I'm pretty tired. Maybe tomorro-mmhm..." Soarin started to moan, his sore wing muscles relaxing under the pressure of Thunderlane's hoof. "Ooh, you're making a compelling argument there. Mmmh..." "Just let me do all the work," Thunderlane said quietly, pulling the blue pegasus closer with all his legs. "You can return the favor in the morning. Good night, Soarin." "Good night, Thunderlane."

SinfulMoomoo

551270

Mr. Cake,Mrs. Cake,Pound Cake,Pumpkin Cake,Anthro,Porn,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex

A Cake Family Hearts and Hooves Day

On Hearts and Hooves Day, Pound takes his mother on a romantic vacation over in Manehattan, hoping to give her the perfect Hearts and Hooves Day date. Meanwhile, back in Ponyville, Pumpkin gives her dad the love his wife's been denying him for years.

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<p>This date was going to be perfect.</p><p>For nearly a decade Pound had been wanting to take his mother on a real Hearts and Hooves Day date. The kind that normal couples go on. The kind that they couldn't go on when everypony in Ponyville knew them to be mother and son. But in Manehattan? Well, in Manehattan, they could be as lovey-dovey and romantic as they'd like.</p><p>Back in Ponyville, Pumpkin Cake had had enough. She'd seen the way that her dad gets ignored by her mom. She'd seen the way she gives Pound all the love that should be going to her husband. And when Pound takes it a step too far for Pumpkin's liking, Pumpkin takes matters into her own hands.</p><p>Written for the <a href="/group/198529/incest-is-wincest/thread/531809/hearts-hooves-day-contest" rel="nofollow">Incest is Wincest 2024 Valentine's Day contest: A Hearts and Hooves Heartbreak</a></p><p>Kink/Content Warnings:<br/>Chapters 1 and 2: <span class="spoiler">Incestuous romance, dubiously-consensual cuckoldry, unprotected sex/creampies, references to underage sex, playing loose with the rules of pony estrus per impregnation and clitoral winking</span><br/>Chapter 1: <span class="spoiler">Drunk sex, fat belly/butt, abdominal bulge, cunnilingus, hot dogging, hyper penis/balls, cum inflation</span><br/>Chapter 2: <span class="spoiler">Simultaneous titfuck + blowjob, hyper breasts, nipple sucking, cum swallowing, femdom, shaming ponies behind their backs (fatshaming/slutshaming/big dick shaming), multiple rounds, fingering, pussy ejaculation + cum expulsion</span><br/>Epilogue: <span class="spoiler">Hyper pregnancy, breast expansion, lactation</span></p>

mature

2024-02-10T19:29:11+00:00

2024-02-12T15:20:04+00:00

It was nine years ago, when Pound Cake was just a few months away from turning 16. He was nervously holding a Hearts and Hooves Day card in his hands when his mother walked up behind him. “Something wrong, dear?” Startled, Pound jumped back, holding the card closer to his chest. “It’s nothing!” he said defensively. Cup Cake glanced at the card and then smiled as she looked into her son’s eyes. “Oh, my! Seems like some lucky little pony’s caught your eye, haven’t they?” Pound said nothing, just holding the card even tighter. “You don’t have to keep it a secret from me,” said Cup reassuringly. “What are they like?” “She’s…” Pound started, hesitating to say much before letting it all spill out. “She’s perfect. She’s so sweet, and caring, and she’s the most beautiful pony I’ve ever seen. And every time I see her smile, or hear her laugh, it makes me feel all fuzzy inside,” he gushed about his crush. “Sounds like she’s a real special filly,” said Cup, her son’s words bringing her back to the crushes of her own youth. “She’s everything I could ask for in a girlfriend,” said Pound confidently, before his smile turned to a frown and his face turned to the floor. “But she’d never want to date me.” “Pound Cake, you listen here,” said Cup firmly as she rested her hands on her son’s shoulders. “You’re a brave, strong young stallion, and any filly would be lucky to have you for a boyfriend. If this crush of yours says no, she’d be missing out on the kind of lover that most ponies can only dream of.” “You really think so?” “I know so.” Pound Cake bit his lips and stayed silent for a moment, before he took a deep breath and gazed into his mother’s eyes. “I think I’m ready to tell you who my crush is now.” “Really? Who is it?” Cup said, a wide smile on her face as she imagined what kind of filly could have caught her son’s eyes. Pound Cake held out the card for his mother to accept, his face turning red. “It’s you.” Nopony in Manehattan knew that Pound Cake was the son of Mrs. Cup Cake. That was what Pound Cake told himself as he sat on the hotel room bed, waiting for his mother to prepare for their date. Back in Ponyville they had to keep this forbidden romance of theirs a secret. Everypony knew that they were mother and son, so for them to openly be seeing each other would be scandalous, if not criminal. Especially considering he was only in high school when it started. But in Manehattan? Nopony would ever know that the cream-colored pegasus was the son of the cerulean Earth Pony accompanying him. Well, no creature, corrected Pound within his head. Equestria had gotten so diverse in the two decades since Princess Twilight Sparkle took over the throne. It was that diverse population that led to the opening of the Golden Claw, the trendy Griffon restaurant Pound had a reservation for, to take his mother to on Hearts and Hooves Day. If they heard the names, they might suspect that Pound had simply fallen for a mare on the older side. Which wasn't untrue, granted, but the taboo incestuous nature of their love would be lost on the creatures they encountered in Manehattan. Especially given how Pound and his mother didn't bear that much of a family resemblance. Hopefully, at least. Unless they were to come across any other couples from Ponyville taking a trip to Manehattan to celebrate Hearts and Hooves Day. Or unless Pound were to slip up and call his lover Mom, as he often still did even after they became a couple. Or… Pound was snapped out of his fears by the sound of a door opening. Cup Cake walked out of the restroom, and Pound was breathless at the sight of her. Cup Cake was in a deep crimson satin dress that tightly hugged the generous curves of her fat body, and backless too, revealing that she was without a bra. On her neck she wore a pearl necklace, and on her feet were a pair of navy high heels. “Wow, Mom, you look…” Pound Cake said, his eyes transfixed on his mother. “Absolutely beautiful.” Cup giggled cutely. “I’d been worried that this dress would make me look fat. But then I remembered,” she said as she ran a hand over her belly, her face red. “You love it when I look fat.” “Well,” said Pound slyly as he got up and walked over to his mother, wrapping his arms around her back. “It’s not my fault my mom has such an irresistibly round body.” Pound’s hands wandered down south, squeezing Cup Cake’s thick ass. “Pound…” Cup moaned, before biting her lip. “We should probably wait until after our date, shouldn’t we? I know how messy and sweaty we can get, and I don’t think we have enough time to take another shower.” Pound sighed, exaggeratedly. “Oh, I guess you’re right,” he said, removing his hands before grinning. “But, that just means I’m gonna give it to you ten times harder once we get back later,” Pound said teasingly, taking one final squeeze of his mom’s generous derriere. Cup Cake smiled. “I’m counting on it,” she said before Pound walked over to the hotel door and unlocked it, holding it open for his date. “After you?” On the cab ride to the district where they’d be spending their day, Pound stared out the window at the scenery around him. The common wisdom was that Manehattan was a good place to visit, a bad place to live, and Pound could certainly see what that meant. The city was crowded and noisy, but the hundred-story skyscrapers and the Statue of Friendship in the distance were a sight to behold. Pound could tell that he and his mother would hardly be short of things to do over their weekend in the city, as he gazed upon plazas full of shops, arcades, theaters, limitless options of how to spend their time. “Taking in the sights?” Cup said teasingly. “Of course,” said Pound. “This whole city is a spectacle.” Especially for small-town ponies like the Cakes, it was hard for Pound to take his eyes off of all the dazzling sights around him. “Honestly, I’m surprised you’re not as impressed.” “Oh, it’s very lovely, but nothing new. I have been here once or twice before, after all,” Cup revealed nonchalantly. “Really?” said Pound in surprise as he turned to face Cup. “I don’t think you’ve mentioned that before.” “Well, my family took me here once when I was a filly,” Cup explained. “And then your father brought me here for a weekend, on our honeymoon.” “What was it like?” Pound asked. “When you and Dad went here?” “Oh, it was so romantic,” Cup said, dreamily reminiscing on her past romance with Carrot. “We ate at a five-star restaurant, went to see Colts and Dolls at the theater, took a boat ride, went to Poney Island…” Cup listed as she reminisced about her past romance. “We even climbed the stairway in the Statue of Friendship and took a photo from the torch. It was tough,” she said with a chuckle. “Even back then, I wasn’t exactly the most in-shape pony. But I’d say it was worth it.” Pound noted mentally that a lot of the things his parents did when they first got married mirrored the plans he’d made for his and Cup’s Hearts and Hooves weekend. Not an exact match; he’d gotten tickets to see Haymilton, and he imagined that neither of them would be up to climb the stairway at the Statue when they went. But, close enough. Pound took Cup’s hands into his and gazed into her eyes. “Well, I promise that this vacation is gonna be just as good.” If not better, he added mentally. It wasn’t that he saw his father as a competitor for Cup’s attention, Pound knew that there was room in his mom’s heart for both of them. But at the same time, there was a part of him that wanted to be better for her than his dad, wanted to be Cup’s one and only true love. Within half an hour, the cab arrived at their first destination, the Manehattan Museum of the Arts. Cup had long expressed an interest in visiting, and it was fortunately very close to the theater and restaurant they’d be going to later. “I can’t believe we’re really here,” Cup said, awestruck by the sight. Pound smiled as he looked at the excited expression on his mom’s face. Cup Cake was by no means a high-class pony, not typically the sort of pony who would frequent an art museum. But it was something that Cup certainly held some level of appreciation for. And with a visit to this museum having been on Cup’s wishlist for an eventual visit to Manehattan, Pound had been more than happy to grant this wish. When they entered, Pound took out a paper map they’d been given. “Where to first?” he asked. “Well, what I’ve most been wanting to see is that recreation of an old Earth Pony village.” “Then to the Earth Pony village we shall go.” It wasn’t very far from the entrance that they found the room that touted itself as a faithful recreation of a village from well before Equestria was even founded. Or, faithful save for the signs offering facts about what life was like back in the olden days, at any rate. When Pound walked in, he took in the sight of small wooden one-room homes, maybe only slightly larger than your average hotel room in the modern day. The sign in front of the home told Pound about how most Earth Pony villages had been built around farms, with the houses being built nearby, only so that the workers could be provided a place to rest once their work day was finished. And with so much space taken up by the farm, an Earth Pony’s home was made small to compensate. Just large enough to house a family. Pound snickered as he read the last couple paragraphs. “Hey, Mom. Come look at this,” he beckoned, pointing to the sign. Given the small size of an Earth Pony home, most foals were exposed to the sight of relatives breeding at a young age, some before they'd even learned to speak. And with that in mind, incest was not just common, but encouraged in the days of pre-Equestrian Earth Pony civilization. It was considered something to be proud of if your foal was “purebred,” sired or carried by a close relative. A non-purebred foal was often seen as scandalous. For many Earth Pony families it was even a tradition for a filly’s first foal once they reached breeding age to be sired by their own father. While the same was not true for mothers with their sons, it was still common for a mare to bear foals sired by her sons and younger brothers after her father exercised his right to her first breeding. “Can you imagine what that would’ve been like?” asked Pound. There was a sort of wistfulness in his voice, a longing for a life where incestuous relationships like he had with Cup were seen as acceptable. Even if he knew that it was a net positive for him to be alive when he was, enjoying all the advancements made in Equestria over the millenia, Pound wished he could be openly proud of the love he held for his mom. “Oh, honey…” Cup said sympathetically, seeing the sadness in her son’s eyes. “Guess it wouldn’t be all that different though,” Pound joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. “I mean, we all know who the father of Diamond Tiara’s daughter was. Plus Button Mash’s little ‘sister.’ Or hey, how about when Apple Dazzle was born after Apple Bloom’s first heat?” Cup giggled. “Oh, I remember when Apple Bloom was born after Applejack’s.” Pound smiled. He loved to hear his mom’s laugh; it was like music to his ears. And it was true that for as taboo as incestuous relationships were, they certainly weren’t uncommon, nor were foals born of them. At least not in Ponyville. It was just that nopony liked to talk about them, not anymore. Or perhaps it was that nopony could, considering the illegality of them. “C’mon,” said Pound as he wrapped a wing around Cup. “We still need to take a look at ye olde marketplace.” The pair wandered around the recreated village, taking a glimpse into the history of their ancestors, admiring the handiwork, giggling at the signs warning ponies not to eat the prop fruits. Once they were done, they moved on to the room right next to the village, full of beautiful paintings from young, upcoming artists. Cup stopped in front of a painting of a field full of sunflowers, under a starry sky with a full moon. "What a lovely painting. I wonder where it was that this painting is based on?" Cup wondered. "I'd love to go there one day." Pound silently made a note to himself that he should look into vacation spots with sunflower fields, before another painting caught his eye. "Hey, check out this one," he said, pointing to a painting of a platypus that was so detailed it looked almost realistic, save for its wings and its body being colored with every color of the rainbow, soaring above a monochrome background of a city in ruins. "Huh," said Cup. "Do you think it's supposed to be a metaphor or something?" Pound chuckled. "Well, you see, my dear," he said with an exaggerated high-class Canterlotian accent, "the platypus is clearly meant to be a representation of the oppressive upper class, keeping down the humble citizenry of Equestria." Cup giggled before curtsying and replying with her own exaggerated imitation of a stereotypical high-class art aficionado. "Indeedily, sir, I do say that must certainly be the case. As you can see, the wings must clearly be symbolic of how they, uh… they, they use their money to escape legal consequences." Pound broke out into a fit of laughter, with Cup following shortly afterwards. He wondered briefly if they looked crazy to the others around them, laughing like madponies, but he very quickly decided that he just didn't care. He was enjoying himself, on a date with the mare he loved, and that was what mattered. Pound and Cup browsed the exhibit for a while longer, looking at paintings of all kinds; from the realistic to the fantastic to the downright surreal. But Cup was given pause when she saw a certain painting. "What is it, Mom?" Pound asked before following her gaze to a painting depicting a naked griffon woman, sitting down on a tree stump in the middle of a forest. It was what ponies called "tasteful nudity," somewhat erotic but not crossing the line into pornographic territory. Simply a depiction of the beauty of a creature's body. Cup smiled. "Remember when you convinced me to be your model for a nude painting?" Pound chuckled. "Yeah." It was back in middle school, around the time that Pound started seeing fillies and mares in a different light. And to be more specific, when he started seeing his mom in a different light. "Got you to do all these poses while I took pictures." Cup giggled. "I wonder whatever happened to that painting you said you'd do?" she said with faux curiosity. Both of them were well aware what the real purpose of those photos were. Afterwards, Pound and Cup wandered around the museum, going from exhibit to exhibit and taking in all kinds of art. "You know," Cup said as she and Pound walked through an exhibit showcasing how Equestrian art evolved through the centuries. "This has been reminding me of something." "Yeah?" Pound replied offhandedly while reading a plaque about an influential oil painter. "Why did you stop drawing?" The question hit Pound like a sack of bricks. "Well. Uh." He shrugged casually. "I dunno." "Your art was always so lovely," said Cup. "There's a reason I was so willing to pose for those nude paintings you never did." "Really, I dunno, it just… fell by the wayside, I guess," Pound replied. "I've been busy with the bakery, after all. I mean, I like drawing, but I love baking too. I wouldn't have gotten my Cutie Mark for it otherwise, right?" "Just because it's your Cutie Mark doesn't mean it has to be your entire life," said Cup. "Plenty of ponies have hobbies or careers that have nothing to do with their Cutie Mark. And I've seen how happy drawing makes you." "I know, I know," said Pound. "It's really fun, and I do still draw as a hobby, sometimes. Just. Not as much these days." Cup took on the chastising mother voice Pound was so familiar with as she replied. "Well. That just won't do. Young man, I want you to promise me that you'll start drawing again when we get back, and you'll make that beautiful art you used to when you were a colt, and you'll be proud of it." She grinned and got closer to Pound before whispering in his ear. "And I'll even model for that nude painting you still owe me." Pound chuckled, before giving his mom a brief peck on the cheek. "Deal." At that moment, Pound heard a chime, and felt a vibration in his pocket. He pulled out his cell phone and glanced at the screen. “Shoot!” he exclaimed. “Our play starts in half an hour!” Pound felt silently thankful for the device’s reminder. A telephone you keep in your pocket that’s also an alarm clock and a camera didn’t feel necessary at first, but he’d found that it came in very handy at times like this. “C’mon, we gotta go.” Pound took Cup’s hand, and quickly led her to the exit. It was a shame that they had to cut their visit to the museum so short, but it was a necessity if they wanted to make it to the theater in time. Thankfully, the theater was only a few blocks down, so it didn’t take too long for Pound and Cup to make their way there, show their tickets, and park their butts down in their seats. “I’m so excited,” Cup said, giddy as a little filly. “I’ve been wanting to see Haymilton for years now! Everypony’s said it’s the best musical of the decade. I’m still a bit surprised you managed to get tickets, to be honest.” “Oh, it’s nothing,” Pound said nonchalantly. “It took a few years of saved up salaries, but I knew it’d be worth it.” Pound had been planning this since his mother first mentioned wanting to see Haymilton a few years ago. And seeing the smile on Cup’s face, her clear joy at having her wish granted? Pound knew it was worth it. And as he wrapped his arm around his date, Pound felt that he’d truly planned the perfect Hearts and Hooves Day vacation. …Or at least, that’s how he felt for all of a few minutes, until he heard a familiar voice. “Oh, my, Mrs. Cake! I never thought I’d see you here, darling.” Pound hastily retracted his arm, dread mounting within him. “Oh. Rarity. I could, uh, I could say the same,” he said, trying to not show his bitterness at the ruined moment. “Well, Applejack surprised me with a trip here to Manehattan. Says she’s been saving up for a Hearts and Hooves Day date in Manehattan for quite a while,” explained Rarity. “And watching Haymilton on the day itself?” Rarity sighed dreamily. “Oh, it just seemed like it would be perfect.” “You don’t say,” said Pound nervously. “Applejack’s here, too?” Mrs. Cake asked. “Yes, she should be here any moment. She just needed to take a trip to the little filly’s room before the show started,” Rarity explained with a wink. “Shamefully, we couldn’t get seats next to each other, though. She should be sitting right there,” she pointed to the empty seat next to Pound, “next to Pound.” Pound didn’t know how this date could go so wrong so quickly. Not one, but two ponies from Ponyville? And he and his mother were sandwiched right in between them, not leaving any room for them to show affection to one another, not without outing themselves as a couple. Not that Pound had planned to go down on Cup right there in the theater, but some snuggling up, wrapping his arm around her, generally being a loving couple in the way they couldn’t be in Ponyville, that was what Pound had been so excited to do on this vacation. “Say, Mrs. Cake…” Rarity tilted her head curiously. “Why is it that your husband’s not here with you? Why is your son here instead?” This was just what Pound had been fearing. Having to explain why he and his mother were taking part in romantic activities like this, on the day that everypony spends going out with their partners. He was thankful that Rarity seemed clueless as to the nature of their relationship, but Pound still worried that she would catch on before long. Thankfully, Cup seemed more prepared for this scenario than Pound was, as she had an excuse all rehearsed and ready to go. “Carrot wanted to take me here,” she lied. “But something came up and he had to stay back at the Sugarcube Corner. We thought it would be better if Pound came here with me instead, so we wouldn’t waste the tickets we’d bought, or the dinner reservation.” “Oh, such a shame,” Rarity bemoaned. “A stallion taking his lover all the way to Manehattan, seeing the most popular play of the last decade, going out for dinner… I’m sure you were excited for such a romantic weekend.” Pound bit back the temptation to say that they were excited until she showed up, as Applejack came in and sat down right next to Pound. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, the curtain rose and a voice came over the speaker. “Fillies, gentlecolts, my esteemed acquaintances of all sorts… Welcome to Haymilton.” Pound enjoyed the play that followed, he really did. He laughed at the jokes, he applauded the musical numbers, he generally did have a good time. But with the familiar faces he and Cup were sandwiched between, he couldn’t help bemoaning deep down inside that this could have been a great time. Once the play ended, and the audience filed out of the theater, Rarity and Applejack had stuck to Pound and Cup like glue. Or an unwanted wart, might be the more apt description with how their presence made Pound feel. “That was such a lovely show, wasn’t it?” Rarity asked. “Oh, it sure was fun,” Applejack said. “I’m so glad to hear that,” Rarity said, relieved. “I know that this sort of thing isn’t really in your wheelhouse, in terms of how you like to spend your time.” “Well, it ain’t something I’d go out of my way for, normally,” Applejack admitted. “And it took years of savin’ up my bits. But for you? It was worth it,” she said confidently. Pound resisted the temptation to scream. “So, Rarity,” Cup said. “What do you have planned next?” “Well, we’ve got a dinner reservation at this five-star restaurant I’ve been dying to go to—” “Where?” Pound interrupted quickly. He hoped so dearly that Rarity and Applejack wouldn’t be there to ruin his and Cup’s dinner, at least. Rarity was taken aback by Pound’s tone. “Er… It’s at this Prench place a few districts away. Le Sabot de la Princesse?” “Oh, thank Celestia…” Pound muttered under his breath. “Pardon?” Applejack asked. “Nothing,” Pound said dismissively. “I was just curious if you’d be going to the same place as us, that’s all.” “And where might you be going?” “Well, we have this reservation at the Golden Claw,” Cup said. “And for only half an hour from now,” Pound spoke hastily before Rarity could strike up a conversation about the Griffon restaurant he and his mother would be eating at. “Welp, have a nice Hearts and Hooves Day, seeya real soon!” Pound grabbed Cup’s hand and quickly led her out the door, where Rarity and Applejack couldn’t see them. “Honey,” Cup said, concerned. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” Pound said, shortly. “Were you… scared? Scared of Rarity and Applejack finding out about us?” “No,” Pound answered defensively, before calming down. “Maybe? I don’t know.” He took a deep breath. “I had all these perfect plans, to give you the perfect Hearts and Hooves Day. Far away from Ponyville, in a city where we could be as lovey-dovey as possible and nopony would ever know we’re mother and son. I thought that the worst thing that could happen would be coming across somepony who does know, and then lo and behold, it happened. “It’s just not fair,” Pound bemoaned, tears starting to fall from his eyes. “I wish we didn’t have to go to a whole other city to show our love. And I wish there wasn’t a risk of us having to hide it even here.” Cup brought Pound into a hug, wrapping her arms around her beloved son. “I know it’s not fair. But that’s just how it is. I’d rather deal with us having to keep it to ourselves than not being in love with you at all. And if there’s a risk that we’ll run into somepony we know, even when we’re hundreds of miles away from home, and we’ll have to hide it still? Then that’s a risk I’m willing to take if it means being with you.” Pound felt Cup’s heart beating as she held him tight. He felt her warmth, her affection. And as he looked down into her eyes, he felt as though everything was going to be alright. Pound leaned down, bringing his mother into a loving kiss, as he wrapped his wings around her. Sparks flew when their muzzles touched. They always did. Kissing was perhaps the most basic way to show romantic affection, but it was one that always gave Pound butterflies in his stomach when he did it with Cup. It felt right, she felt right. And as the two incestuous lovers smooched on a crowded sidewalk in Manehattan? It felt magical. Before long, their lips separated, and Pound smiled as he gazed into his love’s eyes. “Well,” he said, taking her arm in his. “I do believe we have a dinner reservation waiting for us.” Soon enough, the pair arrived at their destination, an old building made of brick and mortar that had evidently been remodeled somewhat recently, with a shiny golden-colored sign reading The Golden Claw. Pound and Cup walked confidently up the short wooden staircase to a griffon employee standing at a podium with a list of reservations. "Name?" he asked. "Cake," answered Pound. The griffon looked through his list. "Cake… Cake… Ah, I see a reservation for two under Cake," he said, turning to Pound with a polite smile. “Please, take a seat.” Once they were inside, Pound pulled out a seat for Cup, at a table for two. “Thank you, my love,” said Cup in her politest lady voice. Pound blushed, smiling wide as he took a seat across from his mom. Soon, a griffon waiter came to the table, setting menus down for Cup and Pound to read. "Good evening. What would you like to drink?" he asked. "I see you have a complimentary champagne toast for Hearts and Hooves Day?" Pound inquired after glancing at the menu. "We'll have that and a glass of water to start." As the waiter left, Cup stared at the menu. “Oh, goodness… There are so many options, I don’t even know where to start.” The menu of the Golden Claw consisted of many popular foods from Griffonstone, albeit modified to take into account the herbivorous diet of ponies. “Me too,” Pound agreed. “All this stuff looks so good!” It was kind of overwhelming for Pound, really. His first time going to such a fancy restaurant, and his first time getting a real taste of griffon cuisine. He’d dabbled before, at small griffon restaurants cooked in Ponyville, and he’d tried food cooked by his griffon friends. But this, a five-star gourmet griffon restaurant, was on a whole other level. “How about we have the fried mushrooms to start?” “Those definitely sound delicious. And I think I’ll get some potato soup too.” “Just that?” Pound said with a grin and a raised eyebrow. One of the many things he loved about his mother was her appetite. And he’d been sure to save up enough that she could indulge in as much food as she liked. “Well…” said Cup, averting her eyes and blushing. “I am interested in the roasted sweetbreads… and the Parmesan spinach dip… and a dozen garlic rolls… That wouldn’t be too expensive, would it?” “For you, my love? Nothing’s too much.” It was corny, being so overly romantic. But it felt nice to be corny. And for as long as he and Cup were somewhere they didn’t have to pretend their relationship was purely familial, Pound was gonna be as corny as possible. Soon, the waiter came, dropping their water and champagne off at the table. Pound relayed their order, the waiter walked off, and the lovers lifted their glasses. “Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever had champagne before,” Pound noted. He’d drank before, but just beer, hard cider, the occasional cheap liquor store wine. And never too much at a time, lest his impaired judgment lead to him saying something he shouldn’t, and outing him and his mother. “It’s been over a decade since I’ve had champagne,” Cup observed, before looking to her son and smiling. “But I hardly think this is a bad place to start.” Pound lifted his glass up. “To our love?” Cup echoed the motion. “To our love.” The glasses clinked together, and the two lovers gulped down their drinks. “Dear sweet Celestia, that’s good,” Pound said. Effervescent and bubbling, the beverage he’d sampled had an acidic and mildly sweet flavor to it, tasting of cherry, with hints of brioche and almond. “I knew champagne was supposed to be the good stuff, but damn.” “It certainly does hit the spot,” said Cup. “I do love the hard cider that the Apple Family makes, but this is a nice change of pace.” Pound grinned and looked to his mother, mischief all over his face. “Wanna get more?” “Well,” said Cup with a smile, “I certainly wouldn’t mind.” Pound Cake lifted his hand to signal the nearest waiter. “Waiter!” By the time they finished eating dinner, the two lovers had been absolutely hammered. They’d hardly been able to keep their hands off of each other on the cab ride back to the hotel, and as soon as they were inside, they finally gave in. Pound pushed his mother up against the wall, and shoved his tongue inside her mouth. Their tongues danced, swapping spit as Pound groped at his mother’s ass. Once their mouths were apart, Cup hastily undressed, throwing her dress onto the floor. “Hot damn, Mom…” said Pound breathlessly as he gazed upon his mother’s naked body. Cup Cake was fat, at a heavy 400 pounds. But that was one of the hottest things about her to Pound. Her large belly, her wide hips and thick thighs, and the soft fupa between her legs. Cup climbed onto the bed, getting on all fours and shaking her massive ass. “Give it to me, Pound,” she said enticingly. Pound licked his lips. “Don’t mind if I do.” Pound walked up to his mother’s ass, admiring the sight. He’d seen the sight countless times before, but even still, her fat ass was still one of the hottest things in the world to him. He ran his hands over the cellulite-covered flesh of her thick ass cheeks, admiring the texture, before smacking it and gazing at the way it wobbled. Pound stuck his head between Cup’s cheeks, taking a lick of her pussy. “Oh, that’s the spot,” Cup moaned. Pound had almost a decade of experience eating out his mom’s cunt. It was their favorite form of foreplay, and not just because of the pleasure it brought his mother. The sensation was a lot like making out with her. But the taste of Cup Cake’s pussy was as sweet as the treat she was named after. It tasted to Pound like something similar to a warm apple pie. And her scent, the rose-like musky scent of her pheromones, of her juices, drove him wild, his cock throbbing like crazy within his underwear. After a few minutes Cup’s pussy winked, a slight splash of her juice finding its way onto Pound’s face. He quickly moved his attention to her clit, sucking on the small nub of flesh with as much thirst as when he’d sucked on her teat two and a half decades ago. “Keep going… I’m so close…” Cup groaned. It took only another minute of attention to her clit before Cup came, screaming to the heavens. “Oh, fuck!” Her legs shook, her ass shaking and her clitoris winking as a veritable flood of juices coated her son’s face. Pound savored the taste, drinking up as much as he could, still licking and sucking even as his mother was in the throes of an intense orgasm. When Pound pulled away, his face was absolutely covered in his mom’s juice. He licked his lips, and chuckled. “Still as delicious as ever.” “And you’re just as good at eating me out as ever,” Cup replied before clapping her ass cheeks. “But, I think it’s time for the main event,” she said cheekily. “Of course,” said Pound, taking off his underwear and stroking his massive member as it was finally freed. It was about the same length as his father’s, he knew. Maybe even ever so slightly shorter. But what he didn’t have in length, he made up for being twice as thick. Even when he wrapped his hand around it, it couldn’t cover even half of his dick. He’d tried having sex with other mares before getting together with his mother, and so many of them couldn’t even fit it in their pussies. One of the downsides of being so well-endowed, he thought. He was thankful that his mother could fit it, even if just barely. And even if they had to turn to a dildo whenever Cup wanted it up her donut… His other hand wandered down to his balls. Each about as large as a basketball, reaching past his knees and only fitting in his pants thanks to some enchanted underwear he’d managed to convince a unicorn friend to make him. Pound set his meat in between his mom’s buns. Her humongous ass just barely engulfed his dick. “Dear sweet Celestia, Mom…” Pound groaned as he thrusted back and forth, pressing his hand into the soft flesh of Cup’s cake. “I love your ass so fucking much.” “I’m flattered, really,” said Cup. “But dearie, there’s someplace else I’d much rather you put that meat of yours.” “Yeah… Yeah,” Pound agreed, pulling away. He could have hot dogged Cup’s ass for hours. A part of him wanted to. But there was somewhere else that he wanted to sink himself into even more. Somewhere his dick belonged. "But first, I want you to roll over onto your back," Pound said. "You don't want to fuck me doggy style?" Cup questioned. It was Pound's favorite position after all. "On any normal day, I would love to. But on Hearts and Hooves Day? I want to be able to look the love of my life in her eyes as we make love." Cup blushed and smiled. "Alright." She did as Pound said, lying down on her back. The view of his mother's massive flank was replaced with a view of her large belly, her generous tits, and her beautiful, beautiful face. Pound carefully lined his head up to the opening of Cup’s pussy. “You ready, Mom?” “Honey, I’ve been ready all day,” Cup replied. Her voice was a mix of impatient and confident. The date that Pound took her on was romantic, and she loved it. But something she’d been looking forward to the entire time was when Pound brought her back to the hotel and pounded her senseless, showing his affection for her in that most intimate of ways. “Alright,” said Pound with a nod of his head as he slowly parted the lips of Cup’s pussy. It was necessary for him to start slow given his size. Hastily shoving his whole pole inside of Cup’s cunt was a mistake that Pound had made more than once when he was younger, a horny teen hungry to get off. But he’d learned since then. He knew better now. “Nngh…” Cup groaned. Every time she and Pound made love, the sheer size of his cock caught her off guard all over again. It stretched her to her absolute limit, and Cup had admitted to Pound before that it did hurt a little. But she loved it. She loved the pain that came with her son's larger-than-life cock claiming her as his. "You alright?" "Uh-huh…" Cup whimpered. With her vocal consent, Pound began to sink more and more of himself into her. “I’m so glad that you haven’t gotten too big for me to handle you,” Cup said breathlessly as Pound’s member delved deeper into her cunt. “Just a bit wider and I’m not sure you would fit at all.” Before long, Pound felt his head hit the entrance of Cup’s cervix. It was as deep as he could go, and he wasn’t even balls deep. A couple inches away from taking it all, but not quite there. For a moment, Pound held that position, savoring the sensation of having most of his cock inside his mother. He’d done it a thousand times before, would do it a thousand times to come, but every time it just felt like such utter bliss. She felt so tight. Cup's walls gripped so tightly onto Pound's cock, squeezing him like a tube of toothpaste. They’d been tight when Pound was a colt, and only grown tighter as he grew older, and he loved it. Pound ran his hands over his mother’s belly. And even with all the generous softness, he only had to sink his hands in slightly to feel a bulge in her abdomen from the sheer size of her partner. Pound slid his shaft out, the sheer tightness of his mother clinging to his shaft along the way, as if her cunt was trying to keep him from leaving. And once he was almost completely out of her, only his tip remaining? He tightly grasped the sides of his mother’s thick torso, and slammed back inside in one quick thrust. “Ah!” Cup screamed. “Yes, yes! Give it to me!” And then he was pounding her, with a force that could give Bulk Biceps a run for his money. Pound Cake put all his energy into ravaging the woman he loved, giving her the breeding of a lifetime. His vision blurred, focusing only on his mare, his one true love. Her screams and moans of pleasure, and the look on her face as she enjoyed the kind of rutting only her son could give, a rutting far superior to any that she ever got from her husband. His larger-than-life balls slammed into Cup’s rear, heavy and aching to empty themselves into his mare. But he held back just enough, just barely enough to prolong their lovemaking without bringing himself to orgasm. Strong, but slow and shallow thrusts. Pound wanted to savor this feeling for as long as he could. The feeling of himself buried in his mother, the indescribable tightness of her wet pussy wrapped around his cock. With every thrust inside her, every throb of his dick, he felt her walls, reminding him of just what a tight fit she was for his member. “Mmm, fuck…” Pound moaned. “Dear sweet Celestia, Mom, you feel so good!” “Oh, Pound…” Pound continued his thrusts, going harder and harder until he felt he couldn’t hold back much longer at all. He freed his left hand from the duty of holding his mother’s belly, and wandered down south to find her clitoris. He rubbed at it while he slammed into his mother, rubbing just the way he knew his mother liked, and before long she exploded. Screaming loud enough that Pound swore she could have shattered glass, as her insides gripped him even tighter, so perfectly tighter, juices splashing onto his crotch. And with that, Pound slammed inside her one final time, and this time it was balls deep, as he passed through the barrier of her cervix. “Fuck!” Cup screeched, in a volatile mix of both pain and pleasure. “It hurts… it hurts…” She was crying as she said it. But her legs wrapping around him were enough to tell him she liked the way it hurt. Not that it would’ve mattered whether she liked it anyway. With his flared head inside her cervix, Pound couldn’t have pulled out of Cup even if he tried to. Pound’s balls throbbed as cum traveled through his length and into his lover, spurting inside her womb, filling her to the brim with the seed of her son. Pound shouted as he came, right inside his mother with an orgasm stronger than he’d felt in a very long time. Even after a solid minute, his climax was nowhere near finished. Pound’s balls still throbbed as they filled Cup to the brim with cum, and her insides kept on squeezing as though they were trying to milk him of every last drop he had. With his flared head plugging up the entrance to her cervix, Pound couldn’t pull out, and none of his cum could leak out of her. He began to notice her already-large stomach growing even bigger as it inflated with his cum. It gave her the appearance of a mare eight months pregnant with nonuplets, and it was still growing even further with every blast of cum. It was only after nearly ten minutes that Pound’s output began to wane. By then, Cup Cake’s stomach was about three times the size of the entire rest of her body. Pound hit it gently with a hand and could hear the sloshing of semen inside her, her belly jiggling like a giant cum-filled water balloon. With his dick having softened just enough to pull out, Pound slowly slid his cock outside of Cup. Once he was fully out of her, cum began to leak slowly from her pussy. Pound silently hoped to himself that she’d be able to move again by the next morning. It’d be a shame if his cum-filled blob of a mother wasn’t able to enjoy the rest of their vacation. Pound reached over to the side table to get his cell phone. He wanted to send his dad a photo of his wife filled with his son’s cum. Photographic proof that Cup Cake was his. But as he reached out for his phone, he caught sight of an unopened condom that he and Cup had forgotten to use, and his eyes darted to his mom’s cum-inflated stomach. The result of him filling her up with gallons upon gallons of very virile seed… …Oh well, he thought as he snapped the photo and sent it. She wasn't in heat anyway, right? One time without a condom wouldn’t be the end of the world.

SinfulMoomoo

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Mr. Cake,Mrs. Cake,Pound Cake,Pumpkin Cake,Anthro,Porn,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex

A Cake Family Hearts and Hooves Day

On Hearts and Hooves Day, Pound takes his mother on a romantic vacation over in Manehattan, hoping to give her the perfect Hearts and Hooves Day date. Meanwhile, back in Ponyville, Pumpkin gives her dad the love his wife's been denying him for years.

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<p>This date was going to be perfect.</p><p>For nearly a decade Pound had been wanting to take his mother on a real Hearts and Hooves Day date. The kind that normal couples go on. The kind that they couldn't go on when everypony in Ponyville knew them to be mother and son. But in Manehattan? Well, in Manehattan, they could be as lovey-dovey and romantic as they'd like.</p><p>Back in Ponyville, Pumpkin Cake had had enough. She'd seen the way that her dad gets ignored by her mom. She'd seen the way she gives Pound all the love that should be going to her husband. And when Pound takes it a step too far for Pumpkin's liking, Pumpkin takes matters into her own hands.</p><p>Written for the <a href="/group/198529/incest-is-wincest/thread/531809/hearts-hooves-day-contest" rel="nofollow">Incest is Wincest 2024 Valentine's Day contest: A Hearts and Hooves Heartbreak</a></p><p>Kink/Content Warnings:<br/>Chapters 1 and 2: <span class="spoiler">Incestuous romance, dubiously-consensual cuckoldry, unprotected sex/creampies, references to underage sex, playing loose with the rules of pony estrus per impregnation and clitoral winking</span><br/>Chapter 1: <span class="spoiler">Drunk sex, fat belly/butt, abdominal bulge, cunnilingus, hot dogging, hyper penis/balls, cum inflation</span><br/>Chapter 2: <span class="spoiler">Simultaneous titfuck + blowjob, hyper breasts, nipple sucking, cum swallowing, femdom, shaming ponies behind their backs (fatshaming/slutshaming/big dick shaming), multiple rounds, fingering, pussy ejaculation + cum expulsion</span><br/>Epilogue: <span class="spoiler">Hyper pregnancy, breast expansion, lactation</span></p>

mature

2024-02-10T19:29:19+00:00

2024-02-12T15:19:36+00:00

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, Dad?” Carrot Cake raised an eyebrow. “Okay with what?” Pound hesitated before elaborating. “Me dating Mom. Or, well, not dating. But like, being together. Romantically.” Pound tilted his head. “I mean, I know you and Mom have been doing the whole cuckolding thing for a while. But this is something more than just watching her have sex with somepony else. So, like… I just wanted to be sure this isn’t going too far.” Carrot Cake smiled at his son. “Of course it isn’t. All I want is for your mom to be happy. And if that means seeing you, well, I’m more than okay with it.” At that moment, Cup Cake walked into the kitchen. “Good morning, dear.” She kissed Pound on the lips, before walking straight past Carrot to start the ovens. Carrot’s heart dropped. Truthfully, it did pain him somewhat. He was open to trying the cuckoldry fetish once Cup suggested it. He even ended up liking it! Seeing Cup become a romantic partner to his own son, though? That was a lot for Carrot to take in. But as he looked at the dumb, lovestruck smile on Pound’s face, he knew that he just couldn’t tear these two apart. So, he told himself, he would just have to get used to it. Pumpkin Cake was walking through the halls of Sugarcube Corner, late at night, after she and her dad had gone to bed, when she heard a deep groan coming from her parents’ bedroom. Worrying that something might have happened to her dad, Pumpkin walked through the door. “Dad, are you—” Pumpkin was taken aback by the sight before her. Her dad, naked on the bed, his left hand gripping his cock as his right hand held his cell phone. Carrot yelped, threw down his phone onto the bed, and pulled a blanket onto his dick to hide it. Or attempt to hide it, at any rate, given the clearly visible tent. "Pumpkin! I thought you were sleeping!" said Carrot, laughing nervously. Pumpkin averted her eyes from her naked dad, blushing. "I, uh… I heard you groaning and I thought you might've gotten hurt." "Oh, well, y'know, I'm just fine, hun," said Carrot anxiously. "You can go now." "Yeah, yeah, I'll…" It was then that Pumpkin's gaze happened upon Carrot's phone. When she saw what was on the screen, her eyes narrowed. She walked angrily towards the bed and picked up her dad's phone. "I knew it!" On the screen was a photo from Pumpkin's brother, Pound Cake. It was a closeup of their mother, blimped up with a whole puddle of cum leaking from her cunt. "I knew it! I knew that something was up when Mom and Pound went off on that vacation! Oh, this is a new low…" "It's nothing to get mad about," said Carrot, his voice reassuring, with a tinge of sadness. "No, I'm gonna get mad!" Pumpkin shouted furiously. "What does Pound have that you don't, huh? Why does he get to drag your wife all the way to Manehattan for a romantic Hearts and Hooves Day vacation while you stay here in Ponyville, jacking off to photos he sent you after having sex with her?" "Plenty of creatures have more than one partner," said Carrot. "If it makes your mother happy, then—" "But does it make you happy?" asked Pumpkin pointedly. "I can't imagine it does. Seeing your wife getting all romantic with her son, while she barely gives you the time of day." "Well, it's…" "How often has she said 'I love you?' Since she started seeing Pound?" Carrot Cake stuttered. "Not as often these days, but I don't know if that's…" "When was the last time she made love to you?" Carrot Cake's jaw dropped. "Pumpkin Cake, I really don't think you should be asking your—" "Tell me! When was the last time Mom had sex with you?! Just the two of you, not you watching her fuck Pound!" Carrot Cake stayed silent for a moment. But when he saw the fire in Pumpkin’s eyes as she demanded an answer, his face dropped. "Five years ago. On my birthday." Pumpkin shook her head. "That's not right. You deserve so much more from her. I mean, you're the perfect stallion, and she just leaves you behind so she can bang the colt you raised with her?" "That's sweet, Pumpkin, but I don't know if I'd say that I'm the perfect stallion," said Carrot humbly. "If Pound is what your mom wants from a lover, then that's alright with—" "No," interrupted Pumpkin forcefully. "Listen to me, Dad. You're funny, you're kind, you cook a mean cake, you always put a hundred and ten percent into showing your love for the people around you. You're everything that somepony could want in a stallion, and if Mom can't see that, it's her loss. I mean, for Celestia's sake, you're the stallion of my dreams!" Immediately, Pumpkin realized what she'd let slip in her furious rant, and covered her mouth with her hands. "...Oh, crap," Pumpkin whispered to herself. "Now, when you say that…" Carrot said slowly, carefully. "You don't mean…?" Pumpkin sighed. "Yeah. I have a crush on you. I've had a crush on you for a long, long time. Since I was a filly. When everypony else was talking about the cute colts they liked at school, I was thinking to myself about how much I wanted to marry my dad." Pumpkin chuckled darkly to herself. "It made me feel like a weirdo." "Pumpkin, I had no idea," Carrot said sympathetically. "It doesn't make you a weirdo. Plenty of mares had fillyhood crushes on relatives," he said reassuringly. "But it wasn't just a fillyhood crush. If anything, it got stronger when I grew up. When I first went into heat, it was you who I fantasized about. It was you who I wanted to carry the foals of. "I wanted so badly to be with you. And after Pound and Mom got together, I wanted to have with you what they have with each other. Especially once I noticed the way you would stare at my tits," Pumpkin punctuated her words by lifting up her watermelon-sized breasts. "So I knew you were at least a little interested." Carrot's face turned red. "You noticed?" "Well, yeah," Pumpkin said with a roll of her eyes, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You're not subtle, Dad." "I…" "It was the one upside to having these, I'd say," Pumpkin said sharply. "Hard to deal with the back pain, having to get custom fit bras since they're bigger than any normal cup size, everypony staring at me, hitting on me. It made me resent these big fat lumps on my chest. But when it's you staring at me?" Pumpkin gazed into her father's eyes, a soft smile on her face. "It made me feel pretty, having the stallion I wanted showing that he was into me. Even if it was just for my body. And even if he didn't mean to." "Oh, Pumpkin," said Carrot. "There's more to love about you than just your body. You're a fun-loving, perky gal who always takes charge. Anypony would be lucky to have you for their mare." "Geez, Dad," Pumpkin said with a chuckle, blushing and smiling at the compliments from the dad she'd been crushing on for so long. Then, a lightbulb went off in Pumpkin's head. "Now, when you say that…" she said cheekily in an imitation of her dad's voice. It was cute, Pumpkin thought, the way Carrot's face turned red. "I— well— y'see— what I meant was— He stuttered like a broken record. Maybe worse than a broken record, even. "Dad," said Pumpkin firmly. "Do you like me? I mean, like me that way, the 'special somepony' way." She gazed deep into her father's eyes. "I don't know that I want to talk about this anymore, honey…" Carrot whimpered quietly. "It's just a simple question. If you don't wanna be with me, it should be easy to say so." "I—" Carrot started. But nothing further came out. And the minute and a half of silence that followed, that spoke volumes in itself. Pumpkin smiled perkily. "That settles it, then! We'll be boyfriend and girlfriend the same way Pound and Mom are!" she declared as she got off the bed, took off her shirt, and kneeled down in front of Carrot, wrapping her large breasts around his cock. "And the first thing we'll do is take care of your little problem." "Pumpkin, honey, are you really sure about this?" Carrot asked anxiously. "I mean, even if we were boyfriend and girlfriend, which I'm not saying we are, it seems a bit fast to be going straight to us having sex. Doesn't it?" "Well, what else would we do?" asked Pumpkin. "It's not like we'll be going on dates. Pound and Mom sure don't. At least not here in Ponyville," she corrected herself bitterly. "Plus. You were already horny, seeing you horny made me horny, this seems like a good solution." Carrot bit his lip. Pumpkin could see how conflicted he was. On the one hand, he knew it would be wrong to have sex with his own daughter. On the other hand, he wanted to fuck Pumpkin despite his own moral objections to the prospect. And just as Pumpkin said, Carrot was in fact horny. "...Okay." Pumpkin licked her lips. "Great." With Pumpkin's tits wrapped around Carrot's length, there was only about a few inches peeking out from the top, though the fact any of it was visible was a testament to her father's length. Eyeballing it, Pumpkin had to estimate that her father's dick was well over two feet long, maybe nearing two and a half. Pumpkin made a note to herself that she should use a measuring tape to find out for sure. Pumpkin took her tits in her hands and began to massage her dad’s cock. She could feel it throbbing between her mounds, and she relished in Carrot’s pleasured moans. “How’s that feel, Dad?” “Oh, honey, it feels… it feels…” Carrot spoke breathlessly, using a hand to lovingly stroke the mane on his daughter’s head. “It feels perfect.” Those were just the words Pumpkin was wanting to hear. She’d fantasized about this for decades. Bringing this sort of pleasure to the stallion she loved. And it made… Well. Pumpkin couldn’t say that all the troubles of having such supersized breasts were worth it for this moment. But the knowledge of how much Carrot loved them was probably the only good thing to have come from them. As she gazed at the throbbing length between her tits, Pumpkin licked her lips. And curiously, she took a lick of Carrot’s length. “Ah!” Carrot squealed. And Pumpkin grinned. Deciding then to go further, Pumpkin began to take Carrot’s dick into her mouth, starting with the tip. "Oh, Pumpkin…" Carrot moaned. Pumpkin wondered to herself when the last time was that Cup did this for him. As she sucked on his dick, covered in sweat, Pumpkin noted the salty, musky taste. Evidently, Carrot hadn't washed it before she walked in, but then, he had only been expecting for his own hand to be in contact with it. And besides, she found that she liked the taste of it. It only took a couple minutes of this combination titfuck and blowjob before Carrot blew his load. He screamed in pleasure, his hand holding down Pumpkin's head as cum blasted out of his dick. Her eyes widened at the force of it. Not that she had any other ponies to compare it to, but the feeling of her mouth filling up with cum was overwhelming at first. She ended up gulping down spurt after spurt of cum, her father thrusting his hips up and humping her mouth. The flavor of his cum was bitter, but also mildly sweet. It was a pleasant taste, and Pumpkin thought to herself that even if Carrot hadn't been holding her head down on top of his dick, she would've been more than happy to swallow it all up. After a solid minute of Carrot pumping his daughter full of seed, his climax finally died down, and he released his grip on her head. Pumpkin raised her head and took one last gulp. "Sorry, hun…" Carrot panted out in between gasps. "I don't know what came over me." "Sorry for what? That was fucking amazing," Pumpkin replied. "You really liked that?" Carrot asked, uncertainly. "I know I'm not the best stallion in bed. And I didn't have the greatest stamina either." "Dad, please. Stop selling yourself so short. Trust me when I say, there is no dick I'd rather suck, and no stallion whose cum I'd rather drink," Pumpkin said as she stared into Carrot's eyes with a confident smile, before her gaze turned to the meat between her dad's legs, still as hard. "Although… it looks like you've still got another round in you," she said with a mischievous grin. "Oh, Pumpkin, that's alright. You don't have to–" "But I want to." The tone of her voice made it clear there was no room for debate. "You really think I'm gonna be done with the stallion I've been thirsting for my whole life, after just a blowjob and a titfuck? Nah. We're done when you absolutely can't get it up anymore, and not a second sooner." Pumpkin caught a glimpse of Carrot's dick throbbing at the sound of her domineering voice. Seemed as though she'd discovered her dad's fetish for dominant girls. "Now just sit tight…" she said firmly as she straddled his crotch, lining the tip of his dick up with her pussy. "...while I take what's mine." "Pumpkin, no!" Carrot pleaded. "We don't even have a condom…" Pumpkin rolled her eyes. "Dad. C'mon. I'm not even in heat. And besides, I saw some morning after pills in the cabinet, so we're doubly safe." "Well…" Carrot said, uncertain. "Alright then." Pumpkin smiled and bit her lip as she lowered herself down onto her dad's dick, her pussy parting for a penis for the first time in her life. "Oh, fuck…" she moaned. It was a strange feeling, to have a dick up her pussy. It felt like a rush running through her body, a warmth that was scratching an itch she hadn’t known she had, not when she was out of heat. It wasn’t that her vagina had felt empty before then. But the euphoria of having her dad in her pussy made Pumpkin feel complete. “Oh, Celestia, this is so much better than my fingers!” she exclaimed once she’d taken in as much as she could. It was not much further than his medial ring. But it was more than enough to bring a great sense of satisfaction to father and daughter alike. "Is this your first time?" "Yeah," Pumpkin muttered as she slowly began to bounce on Carrot's cock. "I was… I mean, not exactly saving myself for you. But I never found any other stallions I was interested in." "Not one?" Carrot asked in disbelief. "Nah. Not a single one. There was this time when I was in heat, I was desperate enough to ask Pound to breed me. But, like, you've seen that battering ram between his legs, right?" Pumpkin chuckled. "I know he likes to brag about having the biggest dick in Ponyville, but there's such a thing as too big, y'know? That elephant trunk of a dick is too thick to fit in pretty much anypony. I'm convinced the only reason Mom can fit him is 'cause she's loose from being such a big fat slut." "Pumpkin!" Carrot was aghast at his daughter's blunt disparagement of her family. "You shouldn't talk about your family that way." “Why not?” Pumpkin asked with a grin on her face. “They’re not here. They’re too busy over in Manehattan, banging like bunnies that took a bath in liquid horny. And you know I’m right, don’t you?” Carrot was silent. Pumpkin knew that he wouldn’t say it. And maybe he did find Cup attractive. Many ponies had an admiration for ponies with her sort of shape. But whenever she caught his eyes wandering it was to ponies who were curvy, but on the skinnier side. Hourglass shapes with a thin waist but wide hips and large busts. Ponies like Pumpkin. “Oh, Pumpkin…” Carrot moaned, taking hold of her plump butt. Pumpkin moved back, taking hold of her left breast and pressing it into Carrot’s face. “Go on. Suck on my tits. I know you’ve been wanting to. Ever since I hit puberty and these melons started growing, you’ve been staring. And that bulge in your pants when you did, oh, I just knew what you wanted to do with them,” she said insistently. “I’m getting what I’ve always wanted. You should get the same, right?” Hesitantly, Carrot took her nipple into his mouth and started suckling like a foal. “Nnngh, yes…” Pumpkin groaned. She hadn’t been expecting to feel anything from Carrot sucking on her knockers. Pumpkin thought it would just be for his pleasure while she rode his dick, but she hadn’t been prepared for the fireworks that would go off in her head. Carrot was being gentle, not sucking too hard, essentially just lightly kissing and flicking his tongue, but it was still absolute bliss for Pumpkin. She wondered if her mom had been as sensitive in her nipples, if Carrot had prior experience pleasuring a mare through her nipples. Or maybe he was just a natural. With pleasure coming from two different areas of her body, it drove Pumpkin crazy. She began to bounce on Carrot’s cock with all the rapid speed and force of a freight train. “Yes! Yes!” she screamed. “Harder!” She grasped Carrot’s mane and pushed him into her breast, commanding him with both her voice and her hand to up the ante. Obeying his daughter’s order, he began to suck harder, even gently biting at her nipple. Pumpkin knew that sex was supposed to feel good. That her friends and classmates had been so horny and willing to hook up was a testament to that. But this bliss she felt as she fucked her father was like nothing she’d felt before. It made Pumpkin want to play this game with her dad every day, and if her heat could make her horny before, she knew that Carrot wouldn’t get a break next time she went into season. Not if this was what she could expect every time. With Carrot’s dick in her pussy and his mouth on her titty, Pumpkin felt as though she was moments away from orgasm. But at that moment, she heard Carrot’s voice, muffled by her breast. “Mmph! Mmph!” Pumpkin released her grip on his head, and Carrot shouted “I’m cumming!” Pumpkin could feel the swelling of his dick as it grew even bigger and harder, throbbing and pulsing and twitching inside her. And then came the cum. Spurts of seed shooting into her, filling her womb with his fluid. Same as it was when he came in her other end, there was an intense pressure behind the cum pumping inside her. And as he came, everything just felt warmer and wetter within her walls. And even as Carrot was lost in the throes of orgasm, Pumpkin still continued to bounce on his crotch. “Pumpkin…” Carrot whimpered. “Stop…” But Pumpkin ignored him, riding his sensitive cock all the way through his climax. After it had gone on for a while longer than his first orgasm in her mouth did, she wondered if her overstimulation of his genitals had prolonged his orgasm, or if perhaps it just brought him to multiple in a row. Unfortunately, though, it had to come to an end after a couple minutes of cumming. She couldn’t feel his cum filling her anymore, and his dick began to go flaccid. Sighing, Pumpkin began to rise off her dad’s dick. A shame, really. She’d been so close to cumming herself. Pumpkin admired the puddle of cum that leaked out of her filled cunt and onto his flaccid cock. “Geez, Dad,” she chuckled. “This is gonna be a bitch and a half to clean up tomorrow.” “Sorry,” Carrot murmured apologetically. Pumpkin smiled. “I’m just kidding. That was awesome! I’ve been fantasizing about this for practically forever, but the real thing was like… Whoa.” For the first time all night, Pumpkin saw a genuine, soft smile on her dad’s face. She knew it had been a long time since Cup had sex with him, but when was the last time she had visibly, vocally, enjoyed it this much? Just then, a look of realization came over Carrot’s face. “Have you cum yet?” he asked. “Huh?” “Did you cum? When you were riding my dick, I thought I felt you getting tighter, but I wasn’t sure if you were cumming,” he explained. “Well… no,” Pumpkin admitted. “I got close, though. But it’s alright.” Carrot smiled and spoke softly to her. “Here, lemme show you a trick I used to use on your mother. Go on, sit against the headboard.” Pumpkin did as he asked, sitting on the bed with her back to the headboard. Carrot crawled up beside her, pressing his right hand to her body, touching gently as it wandered down south. “This would always make her go nuts,” Carrot said nostalgically. “I hope it’ll make you feel just as good.” His finger came into contact with Pumpkin’s pussy, rubbing at the outer lips before his pointer and middle finger both delved inside her. Quite easily, too, given how wet she’d gotten already. “Mmm…” Pumpkin moaned. She’d had her own fingers inside her before, she knew what it felt like. But it was so different to have somepony else do it. It wasn’t as big as his dick, of course, but it felt just as intimate, having Carrot right beside her as he explored her nethers. It didn’t take long for Carrot to find her G-spot, the ridged area that always brought Pumpkin the most pleasure. “Yes, right there,” Pumpkin said breathlessly. Her clitoris winked, and Carrot rested his thumb on top of the spot where it showed itself, flicking it when it winked again. Pumpkin hugged Carrot’s arm tightly, moaning and groaning from the sensation of Dad stimulating her pussy. “Dad… I’m almost there…” she whimpered. Carrot made one last rub against her G-spot before moving over to her clitoris and curling his fingers in something resembling a come-hither motion. “Fuck!” Pumpkin screamed as her climax finally came. It was like an explosion inside her. Her eyes widened, her tongue lolled out, and her legs kicked up in the air as an avalanche of pleasure came over her, a sudden all-encompassing release of all the tension that had been building up since she and Carrot first got started. She could feel her pussy squeezing tighter around her dad’s fingers, her clitoris winking and her pussy squirting out both her own juices and the cum that Carrot had filled her with just a few moments ago. And after it was over? Carrot pulled his fingers out of his daughter and into his mouth, cleaning up all the cum that they’d gotten covered in from fingering her. “Holy shit, Dad…” Pumpkin whispered, out of breath from the climax she’d just had. “Did you like it?” “Like it?” Pumpkin chuckled. “I fucking loved it!” She rested her head on his shoulder and relaxed in post-coital satisfaction. “Dear sweet Celestia, Dad, you really are the whole package,” she said dreamily. Carrot gave a sad half-smile. “I’m glad you think so. I just wish your mother felt the same way.” Pumpkin turned to face her dad, staring him in the eyes. “Hey, Dad. Listen to me. I don’t know why Mom’s not interested in you anymore. And honestly? I don’t care. You deserve a better mare than her. You don’t deserve somepony who’ll leave you hanging for years. You don’t deserve somepony who’d leave her loving husband behind and spend Hearts and Hooves Day over in another city with some other stallion. And if that’s the kind of mare Mom is? Then you don’t need that pudgy pile of lard anymore. ” Pumpkin leaned in closer to her dad until their muzzles were just inches away, pressing her breasts into his chest as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder. “Not when you have me,” she spoke in a quieter, huskier voice. Then, their lips connected for the first time. It was sloppy, given that Pumpkin had never made out with anypony in her life and it had doubtlessly been years for Carrot. But it still felt good. No, it felt great. Pumpkin felt lighter than a feather as their tongues wrestled, swapping spit and showing affection for one another in a way that they never could when they were just father and daughter. To Pumpkin, it was proof. Undeniable proof that this was more than just a one-night incestuous fling. Proof that his love for her was romantic as well as familial. And to know that for sure after a decade of pining from afar? It felt perfect. When their lips separated, they gazed into each other’s eyes. And over both of them came a gentle, loving smile. “I love you, Dad.” Carrot gave her one more peck on the lips before he replied, with all the same romantic affection that he’d shown his wife long ago. “I love you too.” But then, Pumpkin felt something poking up against her belly. A certain something that she’d gotten very well-acquainted with just moments ago. It seemed as though Carrot wasn’t quite through yet, his dick having grown long and hard yet again. “Looks like you’re ready for more,” said Pumpkin as she licked her lips. Carrot laughed nervously. “Oh, honey, we really don’t have to— I mean, it’s getting late and—” “No,” said Pumpkin firmly, shutting him down. “I meant what I said earlier. We’re going until you can’t get your little friend up at all. And if that takes all night? We’re gonna be going all night.” Carrot gulped. “Oh, Celestia have mercy on me…” he whispered to himself. Pumpkin wasn’t sure how many times her dad came inside her. She started losing count after the sixth orgasm. But however many rounds she and Carrot had gone for, it looked like he was finally fully tuckered out, lying on his back and gasping for breath. A rub of his flaccid penis brought her only a pained whimper. Pumpkin ran a hand over her belly. With so much cum inside her, she could have sworn it had grown slightly. And pussy was leaking from her cunt like water from a sink. If Carrot really was done, well, she was more than satisfied. She heard snoring, and looked to see Carrot having fallen asleep, just moments after finishing. Pumpkin yawned, and glanced at the clock. It was 3:00 A.M., technically the morning after Hearts and Hooves Day. And with how exhausted she and Carrot had been from fucking for hours, she certainly felt like she could use a nice sleep. But before she went to bed, Pumpkin picked up Carrot’s phone and started the camera. She made sure to point it so that both she and Carrot were in frame, with a nice view of their naked bodies both covered in cum and sweat. She smiled for the camera, clicked, and sent it to Pound’s phone. The text message she included was only one sentence long, and she hoped her brother and mother would understand what it meant. Happy Hearts and Hooves Day!

SinfulMoomoo

551270

Mr. Cake,Mrs. Cake,Pound Cake,Pumpkin Cake,Anthro,Porn,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex

A Cake Family Hearts and Hooves Day

On Hearts and Hooves Day, Pound takes his mother on a romantic vacation over in Manehattan, hoping to give her the perfect Hearts and Hooves Day date. Meanwhile, back in Ponyville, Pumpkin gives her dad the love his wife's been denying him for years.

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<p>This date was going to be perfect.</p><p>For nearly a decade Pound had been wanting to take his mother on a real Hearts and Hooves Day date. The kind that normal couples go on. The kind that they couldn't go on when everypony in Ponyville knew them to be mother and son. But in Manehattan? Well, in Manehattan, they could be as lovey-dovey and romantic as they'd like.</p><p>Back in Ponyville, Pumpkin Cake had had enough. She'd seen the way that her dad gets ignored by her mom. She'd seen the way she gives Pound all the love that should be going to her husband. And when Pound takes it a step too far for Pumpkin's liking, Pumpkin takes matters into her own hands.</p><p>Written for the <a href="/group/198529/incest-is-wincest/thread/531809/hearts-hooves-day-contest" rel="nofollow">Incest is Wincest 2024 Valentine's Day contest: A Hearts and Hooves Heartbreak</a></p><p>Kink/Content Warnings:<br/>Chapters 1 and 2: <span class="spoiler">Incestuous romance, dubiously-consensual cuckoldry, unprotected sex/creampies, references to underage sex, playing loose with the rules of pony estrus per impregnation and clitoral winking</span><br/>Chapter 1: <span class="spoiler">Drunk sex, fat belly/butt, abdominal bulge, cunnilingus, hot dogging, hyper penis/balls, cum inflation</span><br/>Chapter 2: <span class="spoiler">Simultaneous titfuck + blowjob, hyper breasts, nipple sucking, cum swallowing, femdom, shaming ponies behind their backs (fatshaming/slutshaming/big dick shaming), multiple rounds, fingering, pussy ejaculation + cum expulsion</span><br/>Epilogue: <span class="spoiler">Hyper pregnancy, breast expansion, lactation</span></p>

mature

2024-02-10T19:29:27+00:00

2024-02-14T15:45:38+00:00

The ponies of Equestria are unique in many ways, compared to other creatures. And one of those many ways is in relation to how their estrus cycles work. You see, ponies go into heat like many other creatures do. For a period of three to seven days, several times a year, a mare of breeding age will become open to breeding from a stallion. Heightened libido for both the mare and any virile stallions around her, and a heightened fertility. But there’s the thing. For ponies, their fertility is heightened during heat. They aren’t entirely infertile when not in heat. If you were to ejaculate into a mare’s pussy, there is the slightest possibility that you may end up breeding her. It’s a slim chance. Less than one tenth of one percent. And most ponies would never have to worry about it, they can take a trip to creampie city without a care. But, as the Cake family would learn the hard way, those chances can go up considerably if, say, your partner were to pump ten gallons of virile seed into you while plugging up your pussy so none could escape. Or if you went over a dozen rounds with them cumming inside you. — — — — Pumpkin Cake groaned as she waddled around Sugarcube Corner, her belly full of foals. And with that plus her already-sizable tits having grown to the size of yoga balls, her back was killing her. “I hear Pound knocked up his mom and sister last time they went into heat,” a customer whispered to his friend. Ponies had been whispering pretty often about Pumpkin since Hearts and Hooves Day six months prior. She wasn’t sure whether the rumormongering about her pregnancy was worse, or the comments made about her breasts now that her tops could barely cover her nipples. “I heard they had Carrot watch while he did it too,” the aforementioned friend murmured back. Though they managed to shut up rather quickly once they caught sight of the glare Pumpkin was sending their way. She was tempted, oh so sorely tempted, to waddle right over there and set them straight that her father had been the one to knock her up, thank you very much! …But, she quickly reined herself in when she thought about how hard it would be to raise their inbred foals from the prison, where they would inevitably be sent after she publicly confessed in front of a bakery full of witnesses. She felt a kick in her belly, from one of her foals. They came rather often, considering the quantity of little Cakes-to-be growing inside her. The doctor had estimated quadruplets, four new additions to their family. At least. She winced when she thought of what it would be like when it came time to give birth. But she figured she had it better off than her mother. Cup Cake had a whole dozen foals growing inside her. She'd barely been able to even get up from bed, with how large her belly had grown. It was for that reason that Pumpkin had ventured downstairs actually, to fetch a meal for her immobile mother. Celestia knew Pumpkin wouldn’t be able to work the bakery in her current condition. Pound, Carrot and Pinkie handled most of the work around the bakery ever since the mares of the Cake family got knocked up, with some help from Button’s little sister-daughter taking on her first summer job. “Here,” Carrot said as Pumpkin walked up to the counter, already knowing what Pumpkin had come for as he held out a plate with a hay-filled bun and some chopped carrots. “Thanks.” Pumpkin held out her hand to accept it, but was caught off guard when she felt a wetness coming from her breasts. “Shit…” she whispered to herself. She was leaking again. It wasn’t uncommon for a pregnant pony’s teats to leak on occasion. But it seemed like the size of Pumpkin’s massive mommy milkers had led to them producing quite a large quantity of mommy milk. “I’ll take the meal up to your mother, dear,” Carrot said. “Pound’ll help you with the milking machine.” Pumpkin winced. “Okay, Dad.” Truthfully, she preferred it when Carrot handled her milking. But they did have a tendency to get frisky when he did; apparently he liked sucking on her tits even more when actual milk was involved. So with it being in the middle of the work day, it made sense for Pumpkin’s brother to be the one handling her milking. She and him were entirely unattracted to each other at the best of times. And their relationship had gotten especially tense as of late. Carrot led Pound and Pumpkin upstairs, but whereas Carrot went on to the master bedroom, Pound and Pumpkin entered the spare room. It was set to be the bedroom for at least some of the over-a-dozen new Cake family members. But for the moment, it housed an old milking machine borrowed from the Apple Family. Pumpkin took off her top and sat on the wooden chair they’d placed next to the machine, as Pound got it started up. Pound took the pumps and walked over to place them on Pumpkin’s nipples, but just as he was about to put them on he stopped to stare at Pumpkin’s pregnant belly for a moment, chuckling. “What?” Pumpkin asked impatiently. “Sorry, sorry, it’s just… What are the odds, you and Mom getting pregnant, out of heat, at the same time? And with that many foals? I mean, it was you and Dad’s first time back on Hearts and Hooves Day, right? And, like, me and Mom, I’ve come inside her a billion times before and…” he caught himself and cleared his throat, placing the pumps on Pumpkin’s nipples. There was a tense silence between the twins for minutes, the only sound in that room being the milking machine doing its thing, sucking up the milk from Pumpkin’s breasts. “...Sorry,” Pound said. Pumpkin turned to face her brother. “Huh?” “I’m sorry. I thought that Dad was okay with me and Mom, I really did. I made sure to ask him, and I thought he meant it when he said he was okay. But I should’ve noticed how left out he felt.” “And?” Pound sighed. “And, I should’ve known it was too far to take his wife out of town for a romantic Hearts and Hooves Day getaway.” “And…?” Pound seemed puzzled, as though he was searching his brain for what it was Pumpkin was referring to, before cringing. “And… I should’ve known it was especially too much for me to send a photo to him of Mom after I filled her up with cum.” Pumpkin waited a moment. “...Apology accepted. I mean. I’m not really the one you should be apologizing to. But, I believe you when you say you’re sorry.” Pound nodded his head. “Trust me, I know I have some making up to do with Dad. I’ve been practically begging for forgiveness. He says it’s okay, but, he’s been saying it’s okay for years. I don’t know yet if he means that.” The silence that followed was still somewhat uncomfortable, but the tension had been slightly lightened by Pound’s apology. But Pumpkin had some things to say as well. So she sighed, and prepared herself to say her part. “I get it now, y’know?” Pound raised his head. “Get what?” “I get it. Dad and I have been together for half a year now, and it sucks, having to hide it from everycreature in town. We have to play pretend all day, like we’re just a normal father and daughter. Even if everypony knows. Like, rumors are one thing, us being publicly openly lovey-dovey is another. “So, I understand now. I understand why you and Mom would wanna get out of town, go where nopony knows you’re parent and child. Somewhere you can just be openly in love, and Hearts and Hooves Day is the perfect time to do that. I get it now, because I wish I could do the same with Dad. “And, hey. If you hadn’t spent years stealing away his wife… if you hadn’t swooped her off to Manehattan on Hearts and Hooves Day…” Pumpkin took a deep breath, hoping to calm down. “I wouldn’t have had the chance to confess to Dad and spend all night making sweet, sweet love with him. So, uh. Thanks? I guess?” Pound was silent for a few seconds longer, before shrugging. “You’re welcome? I guess?” And after a moment more, he spoke up again. “So, uh, does this mean we’re cool?” “What do you mean?” “Y’know, like… no more glaring at me every time Mom so much as hugs me. No more yelling at me about how I’m breaking Dad’s heart.” Pumpkin thought for a moment before smiling. “Yeah. Sure, I guess we’re cool.” After only another minute, Pumpkin’s milking was complete, no more milk coming from her melons. Pound removed the cups and placed them back with the machine, helping Pumpkin up to her feet. But as Pound made his way to the door, Pumpkin spoke up again. “Just promise me one thing.” Pound turned to his sister. “Yeah?” And Pumpkin answered with a grin. “Next Hearts and Hooves Day? Let’s make it a double date.”

AndyHunter

551284

Dragons,Kirins,Original Character,Zebra,Dark,Science Fiction,Tragedy,Fallout,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Narcotics,Profanity,Sex,Violence

Fallout Equestria: Mona Lisa Overdrive

In the wake of Littlepip's valiant deeds, two decades hence, within the confines of Stable 50 nestled in the heart of Baltimare, the luminous soul of Stardust Glitter was born into a world marred by desolation and decay.

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<p>Emerging from the confines of Stable 50, Stardust Glitter, a paragon of resilience and fortitude, embarks upon a treacherous odyssey across the desolate expanse of the Equestrian wasteland. It is amidst the irradiated ruins of a once-thriving realm that she encounters kindred spirits in the form of Lollipop Hearts, Comet Star, and Daisy Cinder, each bearing their own burdens and aspirations amidst the chaos of their world's demise.</p><p>United by a shared resolve to confront the looming specter of annihilation, the quartet coalesce into a formidable alliance christened &quot;A Perfect Circle,&quot; a moniker that belies the intricacies of their camaraderie and the unyielding bonds forged amidst the crucible of adversity. Their collective aim: to thwart the nefarious machinations of an insidious overlord who wields the terrifying might of &quot;Mona Lisa,&quot; a malevolent nuclear armament poised to unleash untold devastation upon the already ravaged wasteland.</p><p>As they navigate the perilous labyrinth of danger and deceit that defines their reality, the members of A Perfect Circle find solace in one another's company, drawing strength from the solidarity that unites them in their noble quest. Together, they embark upon a perilous journey fraught with trials and tribulations, their resolve unshakeable, their hearts aflame with the fervent desire to preserve what semblance of hope remains amidst the encroaching shadows of despair.</p><p>Yet, their path is beset by myriad adversaries, from marauding raiders to insatiable beasts, each posing a formidable challenge to their indomitable spirit. And looming above all else, the sinister visage of their nemesis, a malevolent despot whose insatiable thirst for power threatens to engulf the wasteland in an inferno of chaos and destruction.</p><p>But amidst the encroaching darkness, A Perfect Circle stands resolute, their bond unbreakable, their determination unwavering. For in the crucible of adversity, amidst the ashes of a shattered world, they find not only the strength to endure, but the courage to defy fate itself in the pursuit of a brighter tomorrow.</p><hr/><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vEjWULmx9QY&amp;list=RDYnBtlo_MINg" rel="nofollow">Mona Lisa Overdrive Main Theme</a><br/>Warning:<span class="spoiler"> In this story, heavy topics are discussed and satirized; there's also some explicit scenes that may be unacceptable for sensitive people. If you have read other FE fanfics, you will know what I mean.</span></p>

mature

2024-02-12T06:07:45+00:00

2024-02-12T06:07:44+00:00

Two centuries ago, a cataclysmic conflict erupted, shattering the tranquil facade of the once-idyllic kingdom of Equestria. The genesis of this turmoil lay in the proliferation of spells capable of mass devastation, their inception fuelled by an insidious cocktail of ambition, moral decay, and unchecked power. As these arcane atrocities proliferated, so too did their wanton misuse and corruption, casting a pall of desolation over the once-vibrant landscape. The baleful clashes between the stalwart denizens of Equestria and the formidable Zebran forces of the Nazabre nation reached a crescendo of carnage and calamity. Yet, it was the tragic confluence of events at the threshold of Littlehorn that served as the fulcrum upon which the fate of Equestria was irrevocably altered. A cascade of ill-fated decisions precipitated an unfathomable massacre, forever staining the annals of history with the blood of innocents. In the wake of this harrowing reckoning, Equestria was transfigured into a bleak and desolate wasteland, its once-bucolic landscapes now suffused with the sickly glow of radioactive decay. The verdant pastures and vibrant hues that once defined this realm now lay obscured beneath a shroud of toxic fallout, their splendor extinguished by the relentless march of entropy. As for the question of victory or defeat, it remains an enigma lost to the ravages of time. In the crucible of war, the concept of triumph or defeat becomes a hollow abstraction, rendered insignificant by the incalculable toll exacted upon the hearts and souls of those ensnared in its merciless embrace. For amidst the wreckage of conflict, countless souls were robbed of their most precious treasures: the bonds of kinship and camaraderie, extinguished in the crucible of war's infernal fury. In this desolate landscape, bereft of solace and succor, the lamentations of the fallen echo eternally, a haunting requiem for a world lost to the ravages of strife.

AndyHunter

551284

Dragons,Kirins,Original Character,Zebra,Dark,Science Fiction,Tragedy,Fallout,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Narcotics,Profanity,Sex,Violence

Fallout Equestria: Mona Lisa Overdrive

In the wake of Littlepip's valiant deeds, two decades hence, within the confines of Stable 50 nestled in the heart of Baltimare, the luminous soul of Stardust Glitter was born into a world marred by desolation and decay.

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<p>Emerging from the confines of Stable 50, Stardust Glitter, a paragon of resilience and fortitude, embarks upon a treacherous odyssey across the desolate expanse of the Equestrian wasteland. It is amidst the irradiated ruins of a once-thriving realm that she encounters kindred spirits in the form of Lollipop Hearts, Comet Star, and Daisy Cinder, each bearing their own burdens and aspirations amidst the chaos of their world's demise.</p><p>United by a shared resolve to confront the looming specter of annihilation, the quartet coalesce into a formidable alliance christened &quot;A Perfect Circle,&quot; a moniker that belies the intricacies of their camaraderie and the unyielding bonds forged amidst the crucible of adversity. Their collective aim: to thwart the nefarious machinations of an insidious overlord who wields the terrifying might of &quot;Mona Lisa,&quot; a malevolent nuclear armament poised to unleash untold devastation upon the already ravaged wasteland.</p><p>As they navigate the perilous labyrinth of danger and deceit that defines their reality, the members of A Perfect Circle find solace in one another's company, drawing strength from the solidarity that unites them in their noble quest. Together, they embark upon a perilous journey fraught with trials and tribulations, their resolve unshakeable, their hearts aflame with the fervent desire to preserve what semblance of hope remains amidst the encroaching shadows of despair.</p><p>Yet, their path is beset by myriad adversaries, from marauding raiders to insatiable beasts, each posing a formidable challenge to their indomitable spirit. And looming above all else, the sinister visage of their nemesis, a malevolent despot whose insatiable thirst for power threatens to engulf the wasteland in an inferno of chaos and destruction.</p><p>But amidst the encroaching darkness, A Perfect Circle stands resolute, their bond unbreakable, their determination unwavering. For in the crucible of adversity, amidst the ashes of a shattered world, they find not only the strength to endure, but the courage to defy fate itself in the pursuit of a brighter tomorrow.</p><hr/><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vEjWULmx9QY&amp;list=RDYnBtlo_MINg" rel="nofollow">Mona Lisa Overdrive Main Theme</a><br/>Warning:<span class="spoiler"> In this story, heavy topics are discussed and satirized; there's also some explicit scenes that may be unacceptable for sensitive people. If you have read other FE fanfics, you will know what I mean.</span></p>

mature

2024-02-15T19:13:41+00:00

2024-02-19T04:26:43+00:00

In the revered halls of Stable 50, an atmosphere thick with apprehension surrounded Silver Whiskers as he paced the sterile corridors with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Excited yet nervous," he mumbled to himself, his voice trembling with a blend of anxiety and anticipation. His heart fluttered within his chest, a testament to the weighty responsibility of impending fatherhood he bore with both pride and trepidation. A seasoned PipBucks programmer, Silver Whiskers cut a striking figure with his ash-grey coat and a mane adorned in shades of regal purple and deepest black. His cutie mark, a magnifying glass, symbolized his expertise in technology—a skill that had served him well within the sheltered enclave of Stable 50. Yet, as Scarlet's cries echoed through the halls, Silver Whiskers felt a profound unease grip him. Each cry served as a stark reminder of the precarious situation they faced, teetering between hope and despair. "I pray our foal emerges unscathed," Silver whispered fervently into the silence, his voice carrying a plea for solace amidst uncertainty. Scarlet, his steadfast companion, had weathered the trials of pregnancy with remarkable strength—a testament to her resilience. As agonizing minutes stretched into hours, Silver found himself caught in a limbo of apprehension and longing. Yet, amid the uncertainty, a flicker of hope remained—a beacon of light in the encroaching darkness. "And now, it's time," Scarlet exclaimed, her hooves clutching the stretcher tightly as the moment approached. "Hold on, Mrs. Scarlet, it's almost time," reassured one of the attending physicians, extending a gentle hoof to assist in guiding the newborn's arrival. With a primal roar, Scarlet's cries filled the birthing chamber, each one a testament to her labor. Outside, Silver paced restlessly, his heart filled with apprehension and hope, silently praying for his wife's well-being. The crescendo of Scarlet's anguish reached its peak until, at last, with a final cry, her strength waned, and a hushed silence fell over the chamber. "Congratulations, Mrs. Scarlet, it's a beautiful filly!" exclaimed the doctor, presenting the newborn to her weary mother. With a trembling sigh of relief, Scarlet reached out for her daughter, tears of joy and exhaustion in her eyes. "My beautiful filly," she murmured softly. Meanwhile, Silver stood transfixed, his heart aflutter with anticipation. As he approached, his eyes filled with wonder at the sight of his daughter cradled in Scarlet's arms. "She's our beautiful filly," Scarlet cooed, filled with pride. Silver smiled tenderly. "She's as adorable as her mother." "What name do you think suits her?" Scarlet asked. "I've been pondering, and I believe Stardust Glitter suits her," Silver replied excitedly, as if in agreement, the newborn babbled contentedly. "It's splendid," Scarlet said, cradling Stardust with care. "She seems to approve." "Come to Daddy, Stardust," Silver beckoned, holding his daughter close. "I'll be the best father to you, Stardust," Silver vowed, gazing at his daughter with adoration. As they embarked on this new chapter, Scarlet and Silver were united in their commitment to nurturing Stardust Glitter through the trials and triumphs ahead. A year had flown by since Stardust's entrance into the world, and now she found herself nestled in her mother's room within Stable 50. Scarlet, an alluring mare, held the esteemed position of Shift Supervisor within the stable. With her radiant scarlet coat and a vibrant yellow mane cascading over one eye, she exuded confidence and grace. Adorned with spiked bracelets around her neck and forehooves, Scarlet's unicorn lineage was evident, her magical prowess underscored by her cutie mark—a constellation of blue stars representing her innate talents. The rooms within the stable were modest but cozy. In the living area, Stardust played with a Sparkle Cola toy truck, its crimson exterior featuring Twilight Sparkle holding a bottle. Observing Stardust's fascination with the toy, Scarlet gently intervened with her magic, taking the truck from her daughter's mouth. "Oh, my darling, it seems you're fond of Sparkle Cola. But this is just a toy, not the real drink," she remarked, her voice tender as she addressed Stardust. Stardust's eyes began to glisten with unshed tears as she watched her cherished toy being taken away. "Mommy, I want toy, buaahhh," she whimpered, her distress evident in her infantile protest. "Don't cry, sweetheart. Here, play with this instead," Scarlet cooed, conjuring a Hershey toy with her magic and offering it to Stardust, a gesture of comfort in the face of her daughter's disappointment. Stardust's penchant for exploring the world through her mouth was evident as she contentedly gnawed on the Hershey toy, her earlier distress fading away. "She certainly has a knack for putting things in her mouth. I'll need to be vigilant and keep potential hazards out of her reach," Scarlet mused to herself, her gaze fixed on her daughter with unwavering devotion. As the soft glow of the television illuminated the room, Scarlet's attention was drawn to a vibrant advertisement for the Sparkle-World amusement park. The lively jingle and colorful imagery enticed her, immersing her in a whimsical realm of childhood wonder. "The one and only Sparkle-World amusement park, offering an unparalleled experience!" chimed the voices of multiple ponies in unison, their harmonious melody weaving a tapestry of excitement and anticipation. With rapt attention, Stardust and Scarlet watched as the park's mascots, Bottle and Cappy, danced across the screen in a playful introductory animation. "Welcome to Sparkle-World, where the fun never ends! I'm Cappy, and this is my friend, Bottle!" proclaimed Cappy, his design resembling a pony crafted from bottle caps. "Hi, everypony!" greeted Bottle, his form fashioned from gleaming glass in the shape of a bottle. Scarlet couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity as she observed the lively antics of the mascots. "So, this is the place that everypony's been talking about," she mused inwardly, her interest piqued by the promise of adventure that lay within the confines of Sparkle-World. "And we're here to ensure you have a blast and create lasting memories with your loved ones," declared Cappy with exuberance. "However, safety always comes first! Be sure to adhere to the listed age, height, weight, and health restrictions," cautioned Bottle, his tone imbued with a sense of solemn responsibility. "Use Sunscreen" "Stay in your seat to stay safe." "Make sure your foal is supervised as necessary." "And of course, stay hydrated with a delicious Sparkle-Cola!" As the advertisement continued, showcasing the myriad delights of Sparkle-World, Stardust's eyes sparkled with delight, her innocent babble of "Sparler wor" punctuating the air as she clapped her tiny hooves in time with the infectious rhythm of the commercial. "The place where foals smile and play, Sparkle-World, is the right place for them—candy, games, lots of games, with family and friends!" Several ponies sang at the same time in perfect synchronicity. Observing her daughter's infectious enthusiasm, Scarlet couldn't help but smile. "I can see you're excited about Sparkle-World, Stardust. But we'll save that discussion for when you're a bit older, alright?" she murmured affectionately, her heart brimming with maternal warmth as she gazed upon her precious daughter. Silver's weary form entered through the door, the weight of his day evident in the weary slump of his shoulders. Yet, despite his exhaustion, a flicker of determination danced in his eyes as he greeted his beloved family. "I'm here, family," he announced, his voice infused with a mixture of weariness and unwavering devotion. "Oh, Silver, you have no idea how delighted I am to see you," Scarlet exclaimed, closing the distance between them to plant a tender kiss upon his lips. "Likewise, my dear. I've missed Stardust terribly," Silver replied, his voice brimming with genuine affection as he cast an adoring gaze upon his daughter. "Why don't you come say hello to Daddy, Stardust?" he beckoned, extending his front hooves in a welcoming embrace. Stardust, ever eager to explore the world around her, responded to her father's call with a determined crawl, her tiny form inching closer with each determined movement. Though she stumbled and faltered along the way, her determination remained unyielding, her eyes alight with excitement as she reached her father's waiting embrace. "Look at her go, she's already a pro crawler," Scarlet remarked, her heart swelling with maternal pride as she watched her daughter's valiant efforts. "I couldn't be prouder," Silver declared, his voice laced with paternal warmth as he scooped Stardust into his embrace, lifting her high upon his shoulders. As Scarlet prepared to depart for work, she issued a series of instructions to her husband, her tone tinged with a hint of maternal concern. "Make sure Stardust gets to bed by seven, dear, and be sure to follow the list of foods I've left for you in the kitchen. And remember, keep a close eye on her, she has a penchant for putting objects in her mouth." "Don't worry, my love. I am more than capable of handling fatherhood," Silver reassured, his voice tinged with pride at the prospect of caring for his daughter solo. With a final exchange of affectionate farewells, Scarlet departed, leaving Silver and Stardust alone in the cozy confines of their home. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Silver seized the opportunity to bond with his daughter, his playful tone belying the deep affection he held for his family. "Now that your mother's away, it's just you and me, Stardust. Let's have some fun, shall we?" Silver proposed, producing a brightly colored ball from the nearby toy chest. With a skillful flick of his hoof, he sent the ball bouncing across the room, eliciting gleeful laughter from his daughter as she gleefully chased after it, her tiny hooves pattering across the floor in pursuit of the elusive toy. In that moment, as father and daughter shared in the simple joy of play, the bonds of family grew stronger, united by love and laughter in the warmth of their home. As the years drifted by and Stardust reached the milestone of twelve, the bustling cafeteria of Stable 50 was adorned with cheerful balloons emblazoned with "Happy Birthday," a simple yet heartfelt gesture that filled Stardust's heart with joy. Surrounded by her closest friends and adoring parents, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for the love and companionship that filled the room. "Happy birthday, Stardust!" echoed the chorus of well-wishes from the assembled guests, their voices blending into a harmonious chorus of celebration. Beaming with excitement at the prospect of spending the day surrounded by loved ones, Stardust graciously accepted the outpouring of affection. "Thank you all so much! This truly means the world to me. I can already tell this will be the best birthday ever!" Scarlet, her eyes shimmering with emotion, couldn't help but marvel at how quickly her daughter had grown. "It feels like just yesterday you were a little foal, crawling around and exploring the world," she remarked, brushing a tear from her cheek. Silver, wrapping his arms around Scarlet in a gesture of shared sentimentality, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, time flies by in the blink of an eye. But every moment with you has been a blessing, Stardust." Amidst the joyous revelry, Stardust's friend Violet Glow approached, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Time certainly does fly, Judith. And speaking of time, I've brought you a special surprise," she teased, a playful grin tugging at her lips. Stardust's imagination whirred with excitement as she pondered the possibilities. "Could it be a new spiked bracelet? A collection of Sparkle-Cola trucks? Or perhaps even a robotic servant like Flytronix?" she mused aloud, her anticipation palpable. With a chuckle, Violet shook her head in amusement. "Oh, you're way off the mark, Stardust. Prepare to be pleasantly surprised," she declared, producing a comic book from her mane with a flourish. "It's the comic adaptation of the Book of Judith—the tale of the mare who saved Equestria!" she announced excitedly, presenting the cherished gift to her friend with a beaming smile. "Thank you so much, Violet! You know how much I adore Judith. My room is practically a shrine to her plushies," Stardust exclaimed gratefully, tucking the comic safely into her mane for later enjoyment. Violet chuckled at Stardust's admission, her playful tone laced with affection. "That's an understatement. Your room is practically a museum dedicated to Judith!" she teased, her sarcasm dripping with amusement. "Well, what can I say? I'm Judith's biggest fan," Stardust replied proudly, a twinkle of admiration in her eyes. "I can't argue with that," Violet conceded with a grin. "So, what do you say we head to my room after the party? We can have some fun and maybe even read that comic together." "I'd love that! I don't have any plans for later, so count me in," Stardust agreed enthusiastically. As the friends made plans for their post-party activities, the Overmare arrived, her expression filled with concern. "Have they sung 'Happy Birthday' yet? Did I miss it?" she inquired anxiously, her voice tinged with worry. Silver couldn't help but mutter a sardonic remark to Scarlet, "Probably delayed by yet another hangover." Scarlet responded with a gentle rebuke, "Now, now, dear, let's give her the benefit of the doubt. She's had her fair share of responsibilities to manage." Stardust, ever understanding and forgiving, reassured the Overmare with a warm smile. "Don't worry, Overmare. You haven't missed it, but even if you had, I understand how busy you must be. Thank you for coming, and happy birthday!" she exclaimed, her tone brimming with genuine appreciation. The Overmare returned Stardust's warm wishes with enthusiasm, a smile gracing her features. "Thank you, Stardust! And speaking of birthdays, I have a little something for you," she announced, producing a PipBuck from her mane and offering it to Stardust with a hoof extended. Stardust's eyes lit up with excitement as she accepted the gift, slipping it onto her hoof with eager anticipation. "Oh wow, look Mom, Dad! I've got my very own PipBuck! I've always wanted one!" she exclaimed joyfully, displaying her new acquisition to her parents with pride. Scarlet beamed at her daughter, her eyes filled with pride. "Well done, Stardust. Now we're all equipped with PipBucks." Silver chimed in, offering a suggestion. "Indeed, I could tinker with it to add some personal touches, make it uniquely yours." "Sounds like a plan, Dad, but right now I've got plans with Violet," Stardust replied, turning her attention to her friend. "Let's dig in, Violet!" Violet chuckled, a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she teased, "If Flytronix is cutting the cake, count me out. We all know how that'll turn out." "He's just trying to help, Violet. Besides, he's a friend," Stardust defended, leading the way towards Flytronix. Flytronix, the helpful robot responsible for maintaining order in Stable 50, was also in charge of cake-cutting duties during celebrations. Despite his best efforts, his attempts often ended in chaos, much to the amusement of the stable's residents. "Alright, everypony, cake time!" Flytronix announced, wielding his saw with mechanical precision, albeit with messy results. Stardust and Violet found themselves covered in cake as Flytronix's cutting technique left much to be desired. "You never fail to make a mess, Flytronix. Do you do this at every party?" Violet grumbled, clearly frustrated by the robot's consistent mishaps. Flytronix apologized profusely, explaining, "I can only cut cakes with the equipment I have." Stardust, ever the optimist, tried to lighten the mood. "It's alright, Violet. He's doing his best." Violet raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Are you sure it's safe to eat that cake? Who knows where his saw has been?" "Don't worry, Flytronix probably had a maintenance check before the party. His equipment must be clean," Stardust reassured, already digging into the cake with gusto. "Still, I'll pass. You enjoy it though," Violet said, wrinkling her nose in distaste. "More for me then!" Stardust declared cheerfully, relishing each bite of cake. "Try not to overdo it, dear. We don't want any tummy aches," Scarlet cautioned, her concern evident in her tone. "Don't worry, Mum. I'll only have half," Stardust promised, her enthusiasm undiminished. Stardust grinned mischievously as she swallowed her last bite of cake. "I've got an idea to spice up this party," she announced eagerly, her eyes lighting up with excitement. Violet sighed, shaking her head in resignation. "Please don't tell me you're going to do that again," she muttered, already foreseeing the chaos that was about to unfold. "You guessed it! I'm going to sing the Breña song!" Stardust declared, her magical aura enveloping the nearby jukebox as she manipulated it to play the infamous tune. "Oh, here we go again," Violet groaned, a slight frown forming on her face as she braced herself for the inevitable. As the instrumental filled the room, Stardust rose from her seat with dramatic flair, clutching a party cone as though it were a microphone. "My reflection wraps and pulls me under," she sang, closing her eyes as she immersed herself in the music. "Stardust, that's not exactly the most festive song for a birthday..." Violet commented, a hint of annoyance in her tone, though she couldn't help but find the situation slightly amusing. Ignoring Violet's protest, Stardust continued to sing, her voice carrying a mixture of earnestness and determination. "Healing waters to be bathed in Breña," she crooned, trying her best to maintain the serious tone of the song despite the lighthearted occasion. "I hope you don't plan on serenading me with this on my birthday," Violet remarked, her sarcasm evident in her voice. Stardust playfully hushed her friend, leaning in close with a hoof pressed to Violet's mouth. "Shhhh, Violet. Guide me safely in worlds I've never been," she sang, her voice softening as she focused on the lyrics. "Silver, I'm pretty sure Stardust developed a taste for that song because of you," Scarlet teased, her tone playful as she watched their daughter perform. "Well, I used to listen to it a lot back when I was her age. It's got some deep lyrics, and I figured she might appreciate it," Silver replied, scratching his head with a hoof, a sheepish smile on his face. "Vulneraaaaaable," Stardust sang out, stepping forward confidently, her voice ringing out clear and melodious. "It's aaaaaaaaall riiiiiight." "Stardust never fails to impress," Violet thought to herself, watching her friend's performance with a mixture of amusement and admiration. "You're so unique, Stardust, and really pretty too. I can't wait for our sleepover. I'm excited to do all our usual activities when we're alone," Violet said dreamily, resting a hoof against her cheek. Hours after Stardust's birthday party had ended, Violet and Stardust were enjoying a sleepover in Violet's room, each dressing in their own style. Violet had donned a bright pink tutu adorned with sunflowers, her mane cascading in waves around her. Meanwhile, Stardust wore a pink dress, complemented by blue pearl earrings, white princess gloves adorning her front hooves, and a delicate golden crown perched atop her head. "Stardust, with that black mane of yours, the pink dress might seem a bit off," Violet remarked, placing her makeup kit on the bed. "I've always had a fondness for black, even if most ponies call it a 'boring' color. Maybe I should have requested a black dress, but I do like pink too," Stardust replied, kneeling gracefully on Violet's bed. "Despite that, you look adorable in that dress, honestly," Violet said, her cheeks tinged with a blush. Stardust couldn't help but share in Violet's blush. "Aww, Violet, you always make me blush with your sweet words." "But it's true. And I have an idea to make things even more exciting. Let's try using lipstick this time," Violet suggested, reaching for a tube of lipstick and beginning to apply it. Stardust hesitated, taking a lipstick as well. "Are you sure you want us to kiss with this? It'll leave marks, and what if your parents catch us?" "My parents are probably fast asleep by now. It's nearly midnight, and they work tirelessly," Violet reassured with a slight smile. "I hope you're right. I'd rather not find out their reaction if they caught us," Stardust replied, a hint of worry in her voice as she applied the lipstick. "Trust me, being both a doctor and head of security is no easy feat," Violet said, meeting Stardust's gaze with sincerity. Once they both finished applying their lipstick, they glanced nervously at each other, cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "I'll go first," Violet said softly, inching closer to Stardust and planting gentle kisses on both her left and right cheeks. "These moments mean everything to me. They make me feel so loved and cherished. We've done this plenty of times, I can't let nerves ruin it," Stardust thought to herself, her blush deepening. Violet then pressed a kiss to Stardust's forehead, leaving behind a trail of affectionate marks as she closed her eyes and rested her hooves on Stardust's shoulders. As she opened her eyes and beheld the shower of kisses adorning Stardust's face, Violet couldn't help but admire her friend's adorable appearance. "Wow, Stardust, you're all marked up. It only makes you look even cuter," she said, gently running a hoof through Stardust's mane. "I could say the same about you, Violet. Now it's my turn to kiss you," Stardust said, taking a deep breath. "I hope you enjoy it as much as I do." Stardust inched closer to Violet, her heart fluttering with anticipation as she leaned in to press gentle kisses to Violet's forehead. Each soft touch of her lips against Violet's skin filled the room with a tender echo. Feeling Stardust's kisses, Violet couldn't help but tremble slightly with nerves, though she cherished every moment of their connection. There was something profoundly intimate about these silent exchanges, where their emotions spoke volumes without the need for words. "I think I've left my mark all over your face," Stardust said, her voice soft and gentle. "It felt wonderful, Stardust. Now that we're marked, the best part is yet to come. Are you ready for the next step?" Violet asked, her tone mirroring Stardust's softness. Stardust took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. "Ye- yes," she stammered, her heart pounding with anticipation. With a shared understanding and trust, Violet leaned in to kiss Stardust on the lips. As their lips met, a surge of warmth and affection enveloped them both. They embraced each other, their hearts beating in sync as their deep friendship blossomed into something even more profound. Stardust and Violet shared a longing glance, their hearts heavy with the knowledge that their moments together were limited. "It's a shame that we can't do this more often, I cherish these moments," Stardust murmured, her expression soft. "I feel the same way, but you know how strict my parents can be, especially my mother. If only they were as lenient as yours," Violet lamented, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice. "We could try to have another sleepover next week, and maybe we'll get some time alone again," Stardust suggested optimistically, placing a comforting hoof on Violet's shoulder. "Convincing my parents might be a challenge," Violet admitted, her gaze dropping to the floor. "I'll do my best to persuade them. You know the sad dog eyes always work wonders," Stardust said with a grin, recalling past successes. Violet chuckled softly. "That's true. I still can't believe you managed to convince them to let me stay in your room that one time." As they relaxed on the bed, Stardust brought up the issue of the kiss marks. "What should we do about these marks? Should we try to wash them off soon?" "Let's wait until tomorrow morning. I don't want to rush it," Violet replied, gently stroking Stardust's mane. "Sounds like a plan," Stardust agreed, pressing a kiss to Violet's hoof. With a sense of contentment, the two friends continued to enjoy their sleepover, lost in their activities and dreams for the future. To be continued

Snowy-Pop

551293

Fleetfoot,Rainbow Dash,Soarin,Spitfire,Thunderlane,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Porn,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish

New Wonderbolt Rule

Wonderbolts add diapers to their uniform.

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<p>(THIS STORY CONTAINS DIAPERS, DIAPER-USAGE, ABDL)</p><p>Captain Spitfire adds a new rule that all Wonderbolts will have to wear diapers from now on. Rainbow doesn't like this new rule, however...</p>

mature

2024-02-10T19:14:13+00:00

2024-02-10T19:14:13+00:00

It is a beautiful day in Ponyville today. Princess Celestia’s sun shines brightly over all of Equestria and Ponyville. The weather is warm out but not particularly hot. A bunch of ponies are already out and going about their day. Businesses are booming with business. Young fillies and colts are running around laughing and playing as their parents look on. Other ponies are shopping or talking to other ponies. Some ponies are enjoying a delicious meal either by themselves or with somepony. The day was so beautiful that there was barely even a cloud in the sky. There is a particular cyan Pegasus mare that can be a little lazy at times despite how she athletic she is. This so happens to be Rainbow Dash, a Wonderbolt and the Element of Loyalty of the Mane 6. It is sometime after noon and she is still sleeping soundly on her bed in her cloud mansion making loud snoring sounds. She is wearing a purple robe with some green slippers on. Eventually she woke up with a groggy feeling. Rainbow Dash slowly adjusting her eyes Celestia’s bright sun. She rolled over to see what time it was. Her eyes widened and completely panics when she saw the time. Rainbow Dash is a part of the Wonderbolts afterall and today Captain Spitfire of the Wonderbolts had called all of the Wonderbolts for a special and very meeting today about the future of the Wonderbolts moving forward. The meeting was scheduled for 1:30PM and it was already 1:07PM. Rainbow Dash throws her robe and slippers off and quickly squrims off of bed. She flies- well more like… Zooms to her kitchen and pours an entire box of cereal down her throat. With a loud gulp, she quickly flies out of her cloud mansion and flies directly to the Wonderbolts Academy. As she gets there, no pony is seen anywhere, no pegasus is in the air flying or anything either. Rainbow checked various places for the rest of the Wonderbolts crew including trying to look for Captain Spitfire in her office but to no avail as she wasn’t there. There is still one place that Rainbow Dash hasn’t checked yet and that is the locker rooms. As she reaches closer she finally hears voices and sighs of relief to have finally found everypony. Though for some reason she also heard various groaning noises, sounds of disgust and more. As Rainbow Dash walks into the locker room, she freezes, her jaw drops and she is so much shock by what she is seeing before her very eyes. Dash is clearly very taken aback by what she is seeing. She sees Spitfire laying on the ground, sitting ontop of a diaper and getting baby powder powdered onto her by Angel Wings. She looks around the room and sees Thunderlane touching Fleetfoots rear end as Fleetfoot has a look of caution and embarrassment. Rainbow Dash can see the outlines of their poofy diapers inside their Wonderbolt uniform. Rainbow Dash gets a whiff of the scent of urine and looks to see a trash can full of used diapers sitting in the corner. Dash quickly stuffs a hoof into her hoof to prevent herself from throwing up. As she turns her head to face towards Spitfire again, she gets startled as Spitfire is standing right in front of her with her fresh diaper on. It is clear that Spitfire doesn’t look too happy with Rainbow Dash. She yells at Dash with a very loud voice that it even startles some of the other Wonderbolts. “What happened to you, Rainbow Crash? Why are you late today? I told every single Wonderbolt that we had a very important meeting about the future of the Wonderbolts about a new rule we have have added and you just decide to show up late and miss it?! On your hooves, explain yourself! Spitfire yelled in frustration. Rainbow stands in formation. “Yes! Captain Spitfire, ma’am! I apologize for being late. I accidentally slept in and I will it will never happen again! But could you please tell me what the buck is going on?! What is with the diapers?! It is disgusting, no offense… Rainbow Dash said with a gulp. “You better not sleep in again! You know if you were here on time then you would know! Well since you are finally here I will explain to you. I explained to you before that the Wonderbolts are very competitive and we waste no time making sure we flying correctly and practicing and pushes ourselves so far to the point where we feel like our wings are going to fall off! I have made a discovery that we our wasting our time and losing time we could be using for practice when we all stop to use the bathroom! Well this will end today as the new Wonderbolt rule is a dress code rule which in order to be apart of the Wonderbolts, you will wear and use diapers! It is more efficient if we want to save time!” Spitfire yelled in a stern tone. “B-but w-what?! That is so gross and weird! I am sorry captain, but I refuse to smell like a trashcan with my pee and you-know-what else against me as I fly around doing tricks in the air! This is so not cool or awesome!” Rainbow shouts back. “Okay, Rainbow Crash. Well it is either put on your damn diapers or leave the Wonderbolts Go lay down on the changing mat or walk out of the door and leave. I will keep it that simple.” Spitfire says in frustration, shaking her head. Rainbow Dash had to give it some thought which lead into deeper thoughts. This was her dream, she couldn’t leave the Wonderbolts because of some silly diapers. She gave in and laid down on the changing mat. Spitfire ordered the rest of the team to leave the locker rooms and to meet them outside. It was a very embarrassing, quiet and intense between Spitfire and Dash as Spitfire diapered her. Dash had to cover her eyes to avoid looking Spitfire in her eyes. After she was diapered, she put on her uniform but it was on a little more tighter than usual because of the diaper. The diaper had spread her legs apart to the point of her having to waddle behind Spitfire towards outside. After several hours of intense Wonderbolt training, Spitfire gave them a small water break. Dash felt that familiar sensation in her bladder and bowels that she had to go to the bathroom. Unfortunately for her, it wasn’t just going pee either. She also had to poop. She nervously walks up to Spitfire and to ask; “Captain Spitfire ma’am? I would like permission to use the bathroom.” Rainbow says a bit worried and shyly. “Toilets are off limits are being removed as we speak. Use your diaper and you can get changed at the end of the day.” Spitfire says with a stern and commanding tone. Rainbow Dash couldn’t believe her ears. Spitfire was actually serious about this whole diaper thing. The pain was increasing more intensely in her bladder and bowels. Rainbow Dash actually shed a tear when she gave up and lifted up her tail. Dash’s face became as red as a apple as she messed and wet herself. After a while she stood up with a look of digust. She then gets startled as a flash appears and she sees Soarin taking a picture of her in a freshly used diaper. This was going to take a long time to get used to…

Scorch215

551295

Main 6,Original Character,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore,Violence

The Shadow Veil

Twilight Sparkle is a mercenary framed for a crime she didn't commit and must stay ahead of her former client by relying on rival mercenaries to clear her name as two nations prepare for war.

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<p>Equestria was once a land of wonder where magic could do things beyond ponies wildest dreams and the Gods walked among mortals, It was an age of power, magic, and balance, it was the Era of Immortals</p><p>Then an event that became known as The Shattered Aeon happened and the world was never the same. What The Shattered Aeon was scholars have debated for centuries as records of this time and before are few and far between and they paint contradicting stories. All that is known is that when it was over the Gods had left the Material Plane to reside in their own divine realms never to return.</p><p>Survivors of the The Shattered Aeon were left to pick up the pieces and rebuild carving out their own kingdoms in what used to be the nation of Equestria.</p><p>It became known as The Fractured Era.</p><p>Twilight Sparkle was born to a poor family in one of these nations known as The Thronecrest Dominion and left home as a teenager to earn money for her family putting her magic and intelligence to work as a soldier for hire.</p><p>Now though Twilight is a wanted mare in the Silverspire Republic after being framed for the assassination of an Ambassador by a client, Twilight has to stay one step ahead of the authorities, bounty hunters and assassins sent by her client as a loose end that needs to be tied.</p><p>As two nations are on the brink of war Twilight Sparkle must rely on rival mercenaries as the only people she can trust, as she has to fight to stay alive by pulling back The Shadow Veil that hides the crimes of her ambitious former client.</p><hr/><p>Greeting everyone and welcome to my first real attempt a fully original AU world for MLP and I hope you all enjoy what I hope will just be the first book in a new series I am calling <i>The Chronicles of The Fractured Era</i></p><p>Anyways brief bit about how this came to be as i was inspired to write this by a mix of <a href="/story/102126/the-sword-coast" rel="nofollow">The Sword Coast</a> by AdrianVesper<br/>Some art by <a href="https://x.com/IRUSU_kun/status/1753828100348022915?s=20" rel="nofollow">IRUSU</a><br/>And a Reply to that art by a user named Blue Spector who I can't link to do to their Twitter account being NSFW<br/>A bit of Pathfinder<br/>These four things came together to inspire this and I thank all Four of them for the Inspiration.</p><p>Cover art is by<a href="https://www.deviantart.com/audrarius/art/An-old-stuff-384615393" rel="nofollow"> Audrarius</a></p><br/><p>Anyways Ill let you all get to reading.</p>

teen

2024-02-12T23:40:23+00:00

2024-02-13T17:56:47+00:00

Twilight rolled her shoulders as she dropped her pack on the table of the Dancing Flames inn in the capital city of The Silverspire Republic, Prismara City, supposedly named after the Republic’s Founder’s late wife though Twilight had not delved that far into it as she was just here due to a job that was now done. She had a decent amount from escorting a merchant caravan and much to her enjoyment no one had attacked it. Either no threats were on the road or they didn't want to chance fighting the group of guards around the merchants, either way worked for her. Twilight secured the gold coins in a metal box that was one of the main reasons the pack was so heavy but it prevented thieves as not only did it lock but it also had an enchantment on it that alerted her if anyone else besides her touched it. With the gold she was paid safely secured and tucked back in her pack she made her way down to the main room of the Inn finding most of the other mercs from the job having found their way here already spending their gold on drink. Twilight raised her hood making sure it covered her head before making her way to one of the few empty tables. Unlike the other mercs who wore armor and visible weapons all Twilight wore was a simple cloak and traveling clothes, looking at her one could be forgiven for thinking her a traveling scholar or scribe rather then a soldier of fortune though if one paid close attention to her cloak they would realize it was enchanted to provide protection acting as her armor while still allowing her to move easily. She raised a hoof to signal a barmaid that she'd like to order and within moments one came over with a smile on her face. “What can I get you darlin’?” She asked in a rural accent that reminded Twilight of someone she knew, an annoying someone. “Water and whatever meal is available.” Twilight said, setting some silver on the tabletop. “Water? Huh…..surprising, coming right up.” The mare said before scooping up the silver in her own magic and left as Twilight sat back and watched the room as the other mercs were half way through their first rounds and already getting loud. After a few minutes a plate of food and glass of water was placed before her by the barmaid. “Thank you.” Twilight said and tossed a couple silver to her as a tip. The barmaid smiled. “You're welcome darlin’” She said before moving off towards another table signaling for her. With the barmaid gone Twilight began to eat her meal in the noise filled room. Her ear swiveled as she heard somewhat unsteady hooves approach her. “Hey there love, whatcha doing eating all by yourself?” An Earth Pony stallion slurred at her. “Why don’t you celebrate a job done well with the rest of us?” She said and Twilight felt a hoof on her flank. She reacted almost without thought as her horn glowed and seized the errant hoof, twisting it off her flank and sending it straight into the stallion’s own face. He yelped as his hoof connected and he stumbled back and he started cursing as he got his hooves under him rising to his full height. “Oi, what was that for bitch!” She said reaching for a sword on his side only to find it being drawn before he got to it wrapped in a faint purple glow as the blade pressed to his neck, twilight having paused in ehr eating now watching him out of the corner of her eye looking calm as could be. He put his hooves up. “Alright alright…easy…no need to get up in arms….:He said in the now quiet room as everyone watched the scene. Twilight held the blade there for a few seconds before flinging it into the far corner of the room with precision so it didn't hit anyone but did slide under a booth. The stallion scrambled after it muttering under his breath as twilight picked up her plate of food and water and walked towards the stairs, tossing a gold piece to the barmaid as she walked by as an apology for causing a scene and she was soon in her room closing the door. The lock clicked and Twilight let out a breath she had been holding as she set the plate of food on her bed. “Ohmygoshohmygosh!” she said as she paced rapidly in the small room trying to get her breathing under control. “Gah stupid Twilight, all you had to do is say you weren't interested! Why did you escalate it! If he had escalated it then that would have been fine to do that but nooooooo you had to be the one to escalate, stupid mare!” she said as she paced trying to burn off the adrenaline running through her veins. Despite the time she had been on the road taking jobs she had perfected her “hardened merc” façade based off books she had read but it was just that, a façade, She was only out here because her family needed the money when she'd rather be back home curled up with a good book reading about adventures not living them! She stopped and sat on her haunches placing a hoof to her chest she took a deep breath and moved her hoof away as she breathed out imagining she was pushing all the anxiety and fear away from her in a breathing technique she had read about once in a book about the Crystal Goddess. After doing it a couple of times twilight felt calmer, still antsy but she wasn't panicking which was the point. With that freak-out handled she sat on her bed and began to eat the rest of her meal in the quiet of her room with only some of the sound from downstairs coming through the door showing things had returned to normal downstairs. As she finished her meal a knock came to her door and she frozen mind racing with thoughts that the stallion had come up here to confront her, or maybe his buddies, or what if it was the innkeeper throwing her out for the scene? Or what if the Keepers of Law were there to arrest her for breaking some law in that scene? Was she about to spend her days in a dungeon? Or hard labor? Or hard labor in a dungeon?! Twilight closed her eyes, took a deep breath and when she opened them the Merc façade was back in place as she walked to the door and opened it a crack just so she could peek out. What stood outside wasn't the Keepers of Law but a dark blue stallion in a fine cloak and finer clothes under it with a slicked back black mane. “Forgive the intrusion Mrs. I know you are trying to enjoy your meal after that unpleasantness with the brutish stallion but I was wondering if I might discuss a job offer with you?” He asked in an accent that hinted at education but not too much, it was the typo of accents twilight had heard from those who worked closely with the upper class. She weighed things in her head, on one hand she just got off a job, on the other those in the upper class paid well for her type of services. She opened the door and gave a small smirk. “Please come in.” She said, stepping to the side. “Forgive the mess, I wasn't expecting visitors.” She said as the stallion entered, not even looking around. “It is quite alright, I know this was an unexpected visit.” The stallion said, bowing his head. “I am Astral Spark and I work for MP Amber Hardhoof.” Twilight bowed in return though hers was more awkward due to now being used to it. “Twilight Sparkle. Mercenary.” She said as she returned to standing up. “Yes I am aware, and a far better class compared to the brutes downstairs.” He said. “My employer has a job that could use someone of your skills,” he said. “What's the job?” “Providing extra security at an event she will be hosting tomorrow night, while the Keepers and ehr own guards will be there there have been a few threats against some of the guests and my Employer would feel at ease with a little extra security.” He said. Twilight thought about it for a moment before nodding her head. “I can do that, for the right price.” “2000 gold at the end of the night,” Astral said. Twilight facade barely stayed intact at the mention of that amount, she knew from books that the upper class paid well but she hadn't realized they paid that well. “Very well i’ll take the job.” She said, “Just tell me where and when.” “At Blackhoof Manor on the edge of town, the party starts at 7pm and the only request is that you try to blend in as the party will be hosting everyone who's anyone in the city and MP Amber doesn't want her guests to feel uncomfortable.” Astral said seriously. Twilight nodded. “That’s fine, I don't have much with me.” She said making a note to have her clothes cleaned and cloak. “Very well, enter through the rear gate, the guard there will be informed to expect you.” Astral said and bowed. “If there is nothing else?” “No, I have what I need, I will arrive on time tomorrow.” She said, With that Astral nodded and left. Twilight relocked the door and then when she was sure no one was outside the room she gave a squeeze and pranced in place. “Yes Yes Yes yes!” she said, starting to bounce around the room, that was the most gold she had ever been offered and if she does her job well maybe a little extra as well as her name being out there with the upper class of this nation meaning other high paying jobs will come her way! It had been 3 years since she left home and finally things were looking up as she was going to make a name for herself. To celebrate she hopped into bed and pulled out a book starting to read. Twilight walked the streets as the sun was going down, she had spend the day cleaning her robes and clothes as well as making sure her coat was washed well and mane having spent some of the last jobs money on slightly expenses soaps and shampoos just to make sure she looked presentable, she now smelled of lavender and her coat was so soft. She had her merc façade up as she walked the path she was told to get to Blackhoof Manor and soon saw the large manor and took a side street to get behind it spotting the small gate with the lone guard standing there looking bored. She took a deep breath and then approached. “Twilight sparkle, i was told to enter through this gate>” She said. The guard jumped a bit when she spoke having been lost in his own mind it seemed so hadn't noticed her. “Uh….right right, Twilight I was told to let you through….so….uh….go through…” He said, stepping to the side to let her pass. “Thank you.” she said she walked through the unlocked gate, her eye catching the lock appeared to be slightly damaged and she paused. “Are you aware the lock on the gate is damaged?” She looked bacc. “Hm? Yeah I reported it to Astral and he said it will be fixed and to just make sure I stand guard.” The guard said. “Everything’s okay, Steady is on duty.” He said smiling clearly indicating his name was Steady. She nodded and turned to head for the back door of the manor where she was met by Astral. He smiled at her. “A good Twilight you made it, just in time.” He said She only nodded her head. He didn't seem offended by her lack of answer. “Just as soon as the other extra security arrives we can get to work…”He said as Twilight ear swiveled as she heard talking behind her and looking back she saw a group of 5 other ponies through her eyes locked on a familiar prismatic mane and she frowned as she knew it all to well. “Well well if it isn't the egghead.” The cyan mare said with that cocky smirk. “What are you doing here Dash?” Twilight said annoyed. “I got a job, what are you doing here?” Dash asked, while her light armor was polished her mane and tail was its usual unkempt mess. “Ah you two know each other, excellent.” Astral said, seeming to miss the tension between the two mares. “You could say that.” Twilight said glaring at the pegasus. “Well anyways come with me I need to brief you on things.” He said turning to head for the back door. Twilight took her eyes off Dash to follow him already having to formulate a plan around the pegasus’ hotheadedness, if not for her speed Twilight could have easily handled her the times they have been on opposite sides of a job but her speed made it had for Twilight to handle her though she has won a few times. .For now much to her annoyance they were on the same side though maybe her brashness will get her tossed out of the party and when Twilight makes a great impression she won't ever need to see the cyan mare again as there was no way she’d ever reach that level. Twilight and Dash as well as the other random mercs followed Astral, Twilight had already looked them over and noted their weapons and how they carried themselves and it was clear Dash was the best out of all of them, something she’d never tell the mare. They entered a room where a mare in a nice dress sat talking to an old pegasus stallion in robes. “I must say this is a wonderful party Mrs. Amber, quite a showing of the Silverspire Republics best.” The stallion said, sipping wine from a goblet. “Yes I am pleased you are enjoying yourself Ambassador.” The tan earth pony mare with a dark brown mane said smiling at him. “Now I think it's time to return to the party. If you will follow Astrid.” She waved a hoof towards the stallion in question. “Ah yes suppose you are right, i will see you later to continue our discussion MP Amber.” The Ambassador said turning to walk past the group of mercs though he did pause and bow to them. “Greetings, I am Lunaire, Ambassador for Solemn Soluna Realm. Pleased to meet you.” he said before leaving. The Twilight turned to the mare still in the room who was smiling at them. “So you must be the extra security Astrid tracked down for me, it is good to meet you all, I am Parliament Member Amber Hardhoof, representative of the northern Mountain regions of our fair Republic here.” She said, “Please tell me your names.” She said, One by one the group introduced themselves. Twilight stood in a preferential manner she learned from her years as a clerk and Dash stood at full attention twilight noted hinting at some sort of military background if she hazard a guess, the others tried to look formal but they were well out of their depth. “Ah yes wonderful, i need to go speak to my guard captain to confirm where he wants you and then we can discuss where you all will be for tonight.” She said before heading to a side door and leaving. Twilight relaxed some and looked around the room noting the decoration had a distinct theme related to stone as well as searching her memory on the Northern Mountain Region as she had studied the palace before taking the guard job as she liked knowing where she was going, according to that research the Northern Mountain Region was one of the poorer regions in the Republic do to the nature of mining though they were important for the raw materials that came from that region there wasn't anything else there due to the rough terrain. “Anything seem off about that mare to you?” Dash’s raspy voice said in her ear making twilight jump and frown at her. “What?” Twilight asked. As Dash was looking around the room as well, standing more relaxed. She looked back at Twilight. “I’m asking you, if anything seemed off about Amber, don’t know why but i got a weird vibe from her.” Twilight frowned. “That's our client.” She said firmly though…now that dash mentioned it something had seemed off about that smile, it didn't feel like a genuine smile or the sort of smile she saw merchants use, it was…..the smile like a wolf looking at sheep. There was a crash in the room next door and Twilight and Dash both went on alert, Dash flexing her wings, the light catching her wingblades. Twilight watched the wall frowning. “Should we check that out?” Dash asked. “We were hired for security…might be an intruder…”Twilight said as the two mares headed for the door as the rest of the group stayed put though they clearly were ready for trouble now as well. Twilight and Dash made their way to the room next door and opened a crack to see a well lit room and slowly opened the door more to see Ambassador Lunaire lying on the ground in a growing pull of blood beside a smashed end table clutching at his chest and gasping for air as blood ran down his robes. Twilight and Dash entered, twilight running towards the dying Ambassador searching her mind for relevant medical information and as she got to him she caught a flash of light from the corner of her eye and her magic barley caught a bloody dagger that had been thrown at her. She looked back the way it had come and saw Astrid standing in an open door smirking before he took a deep breath. “GUARDS! GUARDS ASSASSIN HAVE KILLED THE AMBASSADOR!” He yelled taking off out the door before Twilight mind could keep up,, in seconds bells began to sound as the alarm went up. Moments later manor guards burst in and twilight barley got her shield spell up to block the two crossbow bolts fired at her as she dropped the bloody dagger. “Hey stop, we didn't do this!” Dash said and barely dodged a third crossbow bolt fired at her and growled. “Will you listen to us?!” She yelled as the door behind them burst open with more guards and she yelped as Twilight yanked her out of the way of a sword swing. She fired a spell at the guards in front of her knocking them back as she turned and fired the same spell at the guard behind them and ran for the door. Outside was the sound of fighting as she saw the other mercs were engaged with the manor guards and saw Keepers in the mix, several guards and at least one merc were dead as it was clear they all were labeled assassins and the guards were trying to kill them. This wasn't good as they had to get out of here. She snapped a shield up just untie to avoid a sword to the neck and bucked into the guard behind her sending him squealing. “We have to get out of here.” Twilight yelled over the sound of fighting as more guards were showing up and another merc went down quickly followed by the other. “Alright, stay right on my tail!” Dash said and charged at speed towards some newly arrived guards and slammed into them at speed sending all of them sprawling as twilight galloped after her firing a sleep spell behind her. She turned a corner to see Dash fighting a guard her wing blade lashed out and cut the earth ponies legs and he cried out as he collapsed, he’d live but he was out of the fight as twilight leapt over him following the rainbow contrail as it burst out the back door. Twilight burst out to see Keepers entering through the open back gate as more manor guards closing in on either side of them. Twilight snapped a shield around them both blocking crossbow bolts but it wouldn't last much longer with the assault. And it popped with some magic feed back and they were closing in. “SPIKE!” Twilight yelped and there was a green flash beside her. “You call woah!” A younger voice said before the sound of a deep breath being taken and then the backyard was lit by green fire as the small dragon let forth a jet of flame as she turned around them setting fire to the grass and causing the guards and keeper to dive for cover to avoid the fire. “Hold one.” Dash said, grabbing twilight around the barrel. “huh what arEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” Twilight screamed as Dash shot straight up carrying Twilight who screamed and flailed her legs as the mare took off dodging pegasus crossbows taking off away from the manor as there a flash of Light as her familiar Spike vanished back where he came and the two mare took off out of the city into the wilderness leaving the pursuing pegasus behind as alarms were going off through the city.

Visharo

551313

Sunny Starscout,Twilight Sparkle,Tragedy,My Little Pony: A New Generation,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Why did you end?

Sunny asks Twilight a question

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<p>An answer is given, though it was the not the one she wanted.</p>

everyone

2024-02-11T01:07:53+00:00

2024-02-11T01:09:21+00:00

Two alicorns sat on a hill overlooking Maretime Bay. The Elder One was an ascended alicorn, chosen by Harmony and Princess Celestia all those moons ago. The Younger One was an...interesting case, it appeared she was chosen by Harmony yet her alicorn status has not been fully solidified. No matter. What mattered was that she had the potential to be more. "Princess." "Please, call me Twilight." "Twilight. Why did you end?" The Elder One giggled at that. What a silly question. "You're going to have to be more specific with that question." The Younger One ducked her head in embarrassment. "I suppose, what I meant, was, why did your reign end? You had your friends, together you controlled the Elements of Harmony, even without them, you were the Princess of Equestria! You had entire armies that would do anything if you gave the order. Why and how did Opaline take control? Why did you let her?" "That is a very good question, Sunny." She smiled down at her successor. "Perhaps it was time." "Wha... That doesn't mean anything!" The Elder One giggled again. "My apologies. How about this. Do you know why things end?" "Because...I don't know." The Younger One admitted, somewhat ashamed. "That's perfectly fine, my little pony. All things come to an end, we are taught this at a young age. If we weren't, it would be known later down in life. You could almost say it is inevitable that we would learn of the existence of the end." "But that doesn't answer my question! Yes, things come to an end, but you barely ruled for 200 years, what happened?" "Well, Opaline took over." "Yes! I know that! It just seems...it just seems so...lame. You, the all powerful Princess of Friendship and Equestria, defeated by an Alicorn that we, sung into a tree. So, forgive me for not believing you." The Younger One looked a bit on the reddish side. The Elder One waited patiently through this rant. "My dear Sunny, I could easily defeat her. I simply didn't." "But...but why?" "I shall answer the question I asked you earlier." She paused for dramatic effect, a certain unicorn would be proud. "All things come to an end because we decided to start it in the first place. All things come to an end because it allows a way for the new to take their place. All things come to an end because life goes on. I allowed for Opaline to take over, because I decided that that particular part of my journey was over. I spent 9 wonderful years with my best friends before I became the Princess of Equestria. I spent another 100 years serving Equestria to the best of my abilities. Those beginnings deserved endings, so I gave them one, allowing for a new beginning." "But that new beginning was terrible! We lost our magic, we lost our Harmony, we lost our friends..." The Younger One sighed unhappily. "Things would've been better if you stayed and defeated Opaline." A rob you of your beginning? Of the new cultures, ideas, and magicks? If I ruled for that much longer, many of the wonderful things about this new Equestria would not have existed. Granted, many of the wonders from my Equestria have disappeared, faded from view, but that's how it goes." The Elder One smiled as she reminisced. "There was this terrible flower, that if the spores touched skin, they would contract Swamp Fever. The results...were unpleasant, to say the least. But they no longer exist in this Equestria. Now you have a wonderful flower called the Lumi-bloom!" "Yeah, I guess...but it's still unfair! Ponykind was split up for who knows how long! And all those other sentient species? The griffons, kirin, batponies? I can keep on listing if you want me to!" "Oh, you don't have to do that. I am well aware of how many sentient creatures have disappeared. I knew them all, made peace and have formed friendships with all of them. You are talking to the Princess of Friendship afterall." "That's what I mean! You knew so many, so many cultures and perspectives! All we've got are the Breezies and the Auroracorns." "But look on the brightside! I only got to interact with the Breezies only a hooffull of times because of their peculiar habits. Now, you've got an entire society living within a tree! How is that not exciting!" The Elder One's face was alight with a rare glow. "And those Auroracorns? I wished I could have met them. Their brand of magic sounds so intriguing, and their horns are made out of some kind of crystallized ice? Never take your world for granted, Sunny. Sure, the past had all these amazing things, but look at all you've accomplished and how much you can still go for. The benefits of resetting is that the map has to be redrawn. I think that's worthy endeavour." "Yeah...I guess you're right. But I'm still not convinced! From everything my dad and now you have told me about Old Equestria sounds amazing, so daring and fun! My Equestria seems so tame compared to that, like, all we do is just hangout and see what today's mishaps might bring us." The Younger One sighed forlornly. "I really wish we could rewind time." "Oh, we can." "We can!?" "Well, I can." "Oh...well, you can! Can you do it right now?" "I could, but it wouldn't be right. Let the past be the past, it holds too much that if a pony were to mess around, it would all come crumbling down. Better to dream than a reality. But the present, that's the most important time of anypony's life. It is special because that's the time everypony who has free will is at. This is where your friends, friends you can hang around with, are at. If we changed all that, went back into the past to redo my supposed mistake, what would happen to your friends?" "I...I don't know." "Me neither. But I saw it happen once, more than once actually. A friend of mine decided that it was best to rewrite history. I never got to know my friends and we were both miserable for it. Sure, they had other friends, other purposes in life, but we were miserable. Me, for knowing what we had a lifetime ago. Them, for not knowing what could've happened. Time travel is to not be taken lightly, Sunny. I want you to remember." "Okay...I'll remember." "That's good." The two alicorns looked away from each other and towards the now rising sun. It cast a beautiful glow, allowing the world to shape itself anew.

Dark Tail

551318

Princess Cadance,Shining Armor,Anthro,Comedy,Porn,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex

Sorry Honey, I Brought Home a Sex Cult

Cadence explains to her husband how and why she now has a sex cult.

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<p>Shining Armor considers himself open minded. Always willing to support his wife in any endeavor. But this might be where he draws a line in the sand. There is a sex cult outside. They claim she is their goddess. Cadence has some explaining to do.</p><p>(Derpi# 2426619)</p>

mature

2024-02-12T16:57:52+00:00

2024-02-12T16:57:52+00:00

Shining Armor strode through the empty halls, his Princely armor still on having just gotten back from a diplomatic retreat. All had seemed well in the world of Equestria, no wars on the horizon, just simple rivalries at best. To be honest, he was happy to be back and to soon be finally strip out of this blue and gold armor that seemed needlessly heavy, covering him in shoulder to hooves in gold and silver plating. At least, that is what he would normally be doing. But instead the moment he got off the train, he was met with a perplexing sight. Hundreds of creatures, though a fair amount of ponies, mostly naked partaking in various lewd acts and even erecting lewder statues to his wife. He watched in silent amazement as some began to chant her name, pleasuring themselves on each other and some even on the statue itself. Now he knew his wife well. Princess of Love tends to lead to some sex fueled shenanigans. Heck, he had been a part of a few orgies she had thrown in the castle. Open marriage and all that he was fine with. This however, this was insanely over the top and was out for all to see. There is no way she managed to get this many together like this in such a short amount of time, something was going on here. So he snuck around the bigger gatherings, making sure he wasn't spotted as he quickly gathered intel, heading to the throne room where he knew his wife would be. Though despite his best efforts, he didn't quite make it without issues. So it was when he swung those doors open, he had more than a few things to say when he stared down at his wife currently sitting in a loin cloth, half naked and reading a magazine. She looked up, first snickering at what appeared to be cum falling from his the right side of his face. Her eyes fell on him with a surprised and apologetic look. "Sorry honey, should have warned you... Everything around the castle is a splash zone." Shining Armor wiped his face with a nearby curtain before turning back to Cadence, walking over to her as he gestured outside. "Now Cadence, I thought we talked about this, no orgies outside unless its a holiday and with a good heads up for all involved. Also, what the heck is going on. When did you become a sex goddess?!" She crossed her arms. "About a few days ago. I inherited it from Luna. See, she accidently started a sex cult and it quickly got out of hand. I felt a strong desire to help and then I took it off her hands and now, this is where we are." Shining did his best to process what had just been told to him. "Luna... Started an sex cult... HOW?" "Its a long story dear, but what is important is that I now have it and I am doing my best to keep it in check." Shining took a few steps towards the windows. "Oh yeah, and how is that going exactly?" He asked, pointing outside. "Not very well." He said before she could answer. "In fact, I'd say there is enough chaos outside to make Discord jealous." Outside, the there was several creatures caught in various acts of pleasure, some mixing wild looking drinks, others feasting while enjoying good company. It was debauchery unlike anything this kingdom had ever seen and that was saying something. The smell of sex was strong, the cacophony of moans and groans filled the air. Its seemed the Sex Cult had managed to extend its reach farther and faster than anyone could have imagined from what Shining had gathered just on his way here from the bits of conversation he had picked up by the few parties that weren't lost to the throws of lust and pleasure. His face suddenly fell as a thought suddenly crossed his mind. "Wait, we have several lewd acts going on outside, well enough to slap a Mature and Porn tag rating on this mess. Please tell me our daughter isn't here right now!" Cadence shook her head. "I sent her and all the children out to a special camp and resort while I attempted to get a handle on this. Don't worry, I made sure to evacuate all under 18 just in case." The stallion let out a sigh of relief before turning back to his wife. "So do you have a plan? We can't let them all stay here. We have a kingdom to run after all. Sex goddess or not, you are still our princess." The Crystal Kingdom Princess stood up and went over to Shining. She flicked her magic, allowing the armor to lift itself up and off of him, pulling off what was needed, then magically vanishing the fatigues underneath, leaving him in just a pair of boxers. "Shining Armor, how long have you known me?" Shining Armor smiled and kissed his wife passionately. His lips melting with hers, his hands wrapping around her bare back as he held her close. Her hands traveling up and down his back, the two locked in a moment of pure passion. So it was when the two broke apart, Cadence looked at him dreamily while Shining raised an eye brow. "Long enough to know you well..." They stared at each other with a smile. Shining did his best to hold back his laughter. "You've got no idea do you." "NOPE. I GOT NOTHING!" The Pink alicorn began to feel her eyes go a bit watery as she stared back at him, the mask slipping for just a moment. The half naked unicorn sighed and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Listen, I love you from the depth of my heart. I trust you farther than I can throw you. And we both know that is saying something. But maybe its best to start informing me a bit more when you decide to extend help onto others." The alicorn held her head low and nodded. "Ok, I promise to keep you in the loop better from now on." She then turned back up to stare at him, placing her hands around the back of his neck. "So what are we going to do in the mean time?" He grinned. "Actually, I have an idea. But first, how much do you love me?" Cadence raised a brow at that. "Enough to ride your dick from morning till night, make you breakfast the next morning and letting you parade my naked ass throughout the castle for all to see." "That was a fantastic anniversary gift by the way." Cadence leaned in close. "Lend me this plan of yours and I promise to let you do something like that again much sooner." Shining grinned and pulled his wife closer, feeling her large breasts crash against his chest as he stared down at her, her eyes looking at him with a hint of lust and curiosity. "Well it just so happens I got done talking with the King of the Changedlings about a stretch of real-estate that was discovered recently nearby. Nice fresh water spring, large open area surrounded by trees and particularly good soil. And it just so happens that all this sex is most likely producing love and lust like a machine, able to feed hundreds of love sharers no problem." Cadence felt a weight being lifted off her shoulders as she stared up at him disbelief. "Well that is convenient." "More like a happy accident. I was originally going to pass on the land as I figured it would be too far away from us to really matter but told him I would still think on it for the next few days. Looks like I will be sending a letter much sooner than that." Cadence nodded as she began to formulate a new plan in her mind. "I'll get the royal treasurer on call, she be showered by now after that rather impressive displaying of hip and tongue work from earlier. And I think our economics guy should be good to go after a few throat lozenges." Shining placed a hand on her cheek. "No, I think they can wait. Its been a few days and I think we could both use a bit of love right now." His hands dove down quickly and found their way to her loincloth, loosening its bindings and allowing it to hit the floor as she now stood naked in front of him. Not one to be left out, Cadence quickly evaporated the boxers with her magic, allowing a long and hard slab of meat to come springing out. She licked her lips, tracing the long object with her finger, feeling it extend out between her legs. Cadence paused before staring up at him dreamily again. "Shall I get the ball gag and lube?" "I love you so much, you know that?" He said with a grin. She smiled back. "And love you just as much, my wonderful and very blessed prince. Looks like things are going to be just fine." Both felt a weird sensation run down their backs but decided to ignore that and focus on each other for now. Their sounds of sex soon joining the cacophony that was going on just below them. The large number seemingly getting added to more and more as the days went on. Moving all of them wasn't an easy process but once they were well setup, The Cult of Sexual Enlightenment were quick to get their village made. Once the houses and other amenities were well established, things soon were quick to get underway once again. Now already twice the size than when they had originally started with when everyone had arrived at the Chrystal Kingdom, they began to spread out their teachings, quickly finding a surprising amount of footing country wide. One might think so much pleasure, lust and carnal acts would lead to more chaotic eventualities. Maybe if someone had been paying attention to the center of Equestria, they might have noticed the strange swirling energy that was starting to take form. But who could have when lost in the throws of their own beliefs of enlightenment through ecstasy?

Dark Tail

551318

Princess Cadance,Shining Armor,Anthro,Comedy,Porn,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex

Sorry Honey, I Brought Home a Sex Cult

Cadence explains to her husband how and why she now has a sex cult.

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<p>Shining Armor considers himself open minded. Always willing to support his wife in any endeavor. But this might be where he draws a line in the sand. There is a sex cult outside. They claim she is their goddess. Cadence has some explaining to do.</p><p>(Derpi# 2426619)</p>

mature

2024-02-13T17:56:30+00:00

2024-02-13T17:56:30+00:00

Luna sat in a bunker, dust raining down on her on occasion as she sat at a table. She was mostly naked save for a loin cloth, which best described mostly everyone sitting around her. Everyone including Twilight, Cadence and Shining Armor. All them were covered in dirt and a few scratches. The bunker had a few lanterns on, a few screens showing radar and some papers scattered among a few tables that went around the circular room. A few royal guard could be seen talking to each other through magical objects while others simply wrote down information the best they could with hoof writing utensils. Twilight was the first to speak, trying to ignore the fact that her brother was currently in nothing but a pair of torn boxer shorts. The only one not wearing a loin cloth at the very least. She stared at everyone looking grim at the moment, perhaps contemplating just how things had gone so wrong. "Look, this is no ones fault. I am just going to say that right off the bat. There is no way any of us could have possibly seen this coming." Outside Discord could be heard shouting. "You call that a psionic blast? Ha, my grandma could shoot better than you!" Luna ran her hands through her ragged looking hair and groaned. "Twilight, this is very much my fault. I am the one that started all this. Whether on accident or not, it doesn't change the crazy thing that just happened." Cadence sighed and reached a hand out, placing it reassuringly on Luna's shoulder. "Don't worry, I dreamed of a day when everyone could be so sex positive. If it weren't going to be you than it would be me. I mean, its been several months. They managed to start a whole large village and got so many to join in such a short amount of time. Its amazing that things went the way that they did. Most of us figured eventually they would get over this craze and go home." Shining chuckled. "She's not kidding. I'd say everything was going well. We just got dealt a bad hand recently is all." Twilight nodded towards her brother then covered her eyes. "Er, exactly!" She turned to look back at Luna. "This was well beyond anything we could have imagined. I mean..." She looked up and then back down at Luna. "How were we supposed to know all this sex would birth a crazy creature of pure chaos?" "You call that a Smite? That tickled!" Came a thunderous roar from above. "And..." Twilight leaned back in her chair with her arms folded. "It sounds like Discord is handling him just fine." Luna sighed. "Thank goodness Fluttershy was there to ask him to help us. If she wasn't one of the heads of the sex cult, this could have gone much differently." She rolled her eyes. "More than I can say for my sister." She pointed towards the corner where Celestia was laid on on a bed, cum soaking her naked body as she stared on with a goofy expression. "She had to pick today of all days to go into a sex induced coma. I swear, I don't know when I suddenly became the responsible one!" Twilight was doing her best to ignore her cum soaked teacher, wondering how much Cider is going to take to forget this image of her. "You see, we got this. We just need to stay positive. I am sure that with proper planning and determination, we will come out of this stronger than before. You'll see!" The four nodded, still looking slightly unsure but starting to feel at least a bit more confident as the earth shuddered once more. "Hah, and you call yourself Chaos. Please, no imagination is all I can say about you. You open up a portal and all you bring out is a Two Headed bird. Such a disappointment!" Could be heard above as the sound of rumbling began once again.

RunicTreetops

551319

Anon,Somnambula,Human,Comedy,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Somnapbula

Somnambula learns of a strange local tradition that's all about napping. It's a good thing the future had a perfect cuddling partner waiting for her.

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<p>Being thrust into a familiar-yet-distinctly-different Equestria after expecting to spend the rest of eternity in Limbo was definitely a shock to Somnambula. Still, she adjusted fairly well, she thinks. She's got a town that reveres her, and she's a motivational speaker that has helped countless ponies. All in all, things are going well.</p><p>She also found a strange &quot;human&quot; thing wandering around and quickly became smitten.</p><p>He's good at cuddles.</p><hr/><p>Day #5 of Hearts and Hands Week.</p>

everyone

2024-02-11T14:55:35+00:00

2024-02-11T16:35:58+00:00

“Oh, are we done already?” Somnambula, roused from her meditative state by the increasing noise level around her, opens her eyes and immediately notices that most of her regulars are packing up to leave. “Sorry, ma’am.” An older stallion gives her a sheepish look as he throws a saddlebag over his shoulder. “It’s the Somnambulan nap day, so we’re packing up early. Weren’t you aware of it?” Somnambula tilts her head at the stallion. “No, I cannot say that I was. What is this ‘nap day?’” “It’s just as it sounds.” The stallion gives her a big, toothy grin. “On this day every few years, everypony in Somnambula takes a nice afternoon nap. It’s to commemorate the Day of Reconstruction from a few decades ago.” “The Day of Reconstruction?” “Ah, that was after your time, wasn’t it? Well,” the stallion starts while adjusting his bag, “a sandstorm swept across Somnambula one evening. It was downright devastating. Over half the city was practically leveled by those winds! The evenings were particularly cold that year, too. If everything didn’t get rebuilt as quickly as possible, everypony would have been in some real trouble. So, they all got together and did a real bang-up job at fixing everything before the day was through.” “A true test of resilience, I take it. Surely such an event would have been taxing on both the mind and the body.” “Sure was! When everything was finally rebuilt, nopony had the energy to celebrate. Instead, they all just took a nice, long nap.” “Ahh, and I take it that started the tradition, then?” “That’s the long and short of it! Now, if you’ll excuse me, the missus is probably waiting for me!” The stallion turns and begins to walk away, but tilts his head one last time. “You’ve got someone waiting for you too, don’t you?” “Hm. I suppose I do.” Somnambula rests a hoof on her chin as the stallion walks away before quietly mumbling to herself. “Though I don’t believe he’s aware of this tradition, either.” Somnambula gently opens the door to her home, a humble little building near the center of the city. When she returned to her homeland after “defeating” the Pony of Shadows and rescuing Stygian, she was hailed as a hero. The local populace couldn’t believe their eyes, and it took some convincing on Princess Twilight Sparkle’s part to get them to realize that she was, in fact, the “real” Somnambula. Not that she was expecting to be treated like some celebrity, anyway. Frankly, she’d prefer it if she wasn’t. Having ponies revere you for something you did a long time ago can be stifling and, somewhat ironically, lonely. When nopony treats you like an equal, can you really call them your friends? Well, at least there are two major upsides. The first is that such fame allows her voice to be heard on important matters, while also giving her the freedom to essentially do as she pleases. She’s not sure her mental wellness and meditation sessions would be as popular as they are otherwise. The second is that, even in spite of her fame, there is one creature that is willing to look past the fact that she’s so famous that the city she lives in is named after her. “W-woah!” Somnambula’s eyes go wide as she feels something grab her by the torso and lift her into the air. The next thing she knows, she’s being gently squeezed against the chest of a creature twice her height. “Hey, honey.” “I truly wish you’d at least say hello before doing this.” “Aww, where’s the fun in that?” She feels a quick kiss get placed right on her nose before she’s carefully put back down. She can’t stop a smile from spreading across her face as she rolls her shoulders. This is Anon, the only human in Equestria. He’s tall, he’s a bit goofy, and he’s her husband. The story of how they met is a bit of a complicated one. Strangers don’t tend to just wander into Somnambula (the city) very often, even less so strange alien things like him. Still, one thing eventually led to another and they began courting. Some time after that, Somnambula (the pony) found herself with a beautiful ring-made-necklace around her neck. What can she say? He treats her like an actual pony, and he makes her heart skip a beat. Also, he finds her unfathomably beautiful, something she’s not used to hearing after hanging around Mistmane for so long. “You ready?” “Ready?” Somnambula blinks before a look of recognition overtakes her smile. “Oh, are you referring to this… ‘nap day?’” “Apparently, yeah.” “Were you aware of its existence before today?” “Nope.” Anon scratches the back of his head as he starts to walk towards their bedroom, prompting her to follow. “The guys at work started packing up early and just about left me in the dust. It wasn’t until I asked what they were doing that any of them bothered to tell me it was a holiday.” “Hmhm. It sounds like we had similar experiences, then.” “You didn’t know about it either?” “This tradition is from… er… after my time.” “Hm. Well, I guess that can’t be helped.” Anon nonchalantly shrugs as they enter the bedroom. Without hesitation, he quickly changes into a soft-looking robe and plants himself on the foot of their bed. “Well?” “Well?” “I’m not taking a city-mandated nap without my lovely wife.” Somnambula lets out a joking scoff. “You nap without me all the time, Anon. Enough to where I’m a bit concerned for your health.” “Sure, but that’s because you’re busy when I take those naps. Now you don’t have an excuse!” He beams at her with a smile so warm and genuine that she can’t help but return it. “Come ooonnnn~.” Somnambula sighs, unable to make her smile fade. It’s a bit irritating at how adept he is at making her do that. “Very well. Just give me a few minutes to get comfortable.” Sure enough, after taking some time to remove her somewhat ornate clothing and carefully applied makeup, she returns to her side of the bed. She barely has time to get a single hoof under the covers before Anon grabs her once more and pulls her in close, though he fails to catch her by surprise this time. The room is silent for a moment before Somnambula speaks up, her voice wistful and light. “You know, I’m not used to napping.” “That’s… a strange thing to not be used to.” “There are scant few hours in the day. I feel it’s a shame to waste them by sleeping.” “It’s not a waste if you enjoy doing it.” Anon, still holding her close, lets her adjust a bit to become more comfortable. She nestles her head just beneath his own, her face buried in his neck as she wraps her hooves around him. Even her tail curls around his thigh, giving him a sense of ease that’s impossible to find anywhere but in the embrace of his wife. “And there’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here, with you.” She takes a long, deep breath, simply using the moment to relish in the same comfort that Anon is feeling. Make no mistake, she’s a strong, independent mare that certainly doesn’t need protecting or anything like that. And yet, having Anon holding her so tightly, yet so gently… it makes her feel safe. Warm. Loved. “...It isn’t an unpleasant experience. Though I can’t see myself taking part in this tradition were you not here.” To express her feelings in a way that words can’t, she pulls herself out of his neck and looks up at him, only to find that he’s been looking at her this whole time. They both let out a small, quiet chuckle before she closes the gap between them, pressing her lips to his. He isn’t particularly surprised by this, but his heart skips a beat anyway. They’ve been married for some time, and yet she still manages to take his breath away. He gladly returns the kiss, leaning fully into her as he savors the feeling of her lips against his own. It takes quite a while for them to part. When they do, they stare deeply into each other’s eyes, neither needing to say a word. Both grin like lovestruck fools despite having done this hundreds of times. That tends to happen when you’ve fallen so deeply in love as they have. The feeling never really goes away. “...I suppose I could get used to this, so long as you’re with me.” “Hah! Stick with me and I’ll show you everything there is to know about napping. I’m a trained professional.” She rolls her eyes as she buries herself into his neck once more. “Is that so? Novice though I may be, I think I’m already quite skilled at this.” She places a series of quick kisses on his neck, causing him to squirm slightly. “M-maybe you are. You’re a mare of many talents.” “Oh, hush.” Finally done with her teasing, Somnambula closes her eyes and allows the feeling of comfort to overtake her. Just as she wonders if it’s even possible to fall asleep in the middle of the day like this, Anon begins to gently stroke her mane, giving the back of her head the tiniest of scritches every now and again. The feeling is enough to have her positively melting at his touch, and it isn’t long before sleep completely overtakes her. Anon smiles as her tiny, gentle snores fill his ears. He often feels like he doesn’t deserve her. Not because of her reputation, but because she’s just… so good to him. Still, she’s proven time and time again that she loves him as much as he loves her. Her happiness is always his first priority, and as he glances down at her sleeping, smiling face… He knows that everything is right in the world.

Babycord

551322

Original Character,Other,Rainbow Dash,Crossover,Human,Second Person,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Fire in your core

A boy with the power of imagination

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<p>Solo wanted it to end. </p><p>Solo wanted to be free. </p><p>Never underestimate a child's creative mind.</p>

everyone

2024-02-11T03:04:07+00:00

2024-02-11T03:27:04+00:00

The walls were closing in again. Solo lay awake in the suffocating darkness, listening to the familiar sounds of his parents arguing drunkenly downstairs. His bruised body ached with each raised voice and crashing sound, the memories of earlier blows still fresh. Thunder rumbled in the distance as a summer storm rolled in, complementing the chaos within these walls. Solo longed to feel the cool rain on his skin and breathe fresh air instead of these stale fumes. But he knew better than to hope for escape or comfort tonight. There was little solace to find in this house of torment. Solo glanced at the sleeping form of his little sister Sandra, hoping she at least got to keep her innocence a while longer. His eyes wandered to the flickering nightlight—his only source of warmth and light in the darkness. It cast a dim glow over his worn copy of _The Hearth's Warming Eve_ storybook and well-loved stuffed pony. With trembling fingers, Solo plucked the stuffed toy from the bed and clutched it close. "Maybe if I close my eyes, I can pretend to be somewhere else," he whispered to the toy. Somewhere safe, where smiling faces and colorful landscapes waited instead of this abyss of fear and pain. He turned on the TV and searched for that place now, clicking through static-filled channels until settling on the familiar sights and sounds of Ponyville. As Rainbow Dash and her friends laughed together in the sunny skies of Equestria, Solo felt the tightness in his chest begin to loosen. He was transported from this prison to a world overflowing with magic, adventure and carefree joy. For a fleeting moment, it was almost like escaping. But as the crashing sounds downstairs grew louder, Solo knew true escape was but an impossible dream. He was trapped here, at the mercy of monsters who should love and protect him instead of— A sharp jolt shook Solo from his thoughts. Sparks of blue light danced across his fingertips, crackling with an energy both strange and exhilarating. Glancing around in a panic, he scrambled to smother the flickering bursts in his bedsheets, fearing what might happen if _they_ saw. But the sparks only grew in intensity, coalescing into an orb of swirling azure flames hovering above his open palm. Solo stared transfixed as words echoed in his mind: _"Do not be afraid, little one. I am here to help."_ A flash of light exploded from the orb, momentarily blinding him. When Solo's vision cleared, a figure stood before his bed. Its misty form solidified into the shape of a pony—but unlike any he had seen in Equestria. Where a mane would be, wisps of translucent blue flames flickered and danced. Wisps of smoke curled from its hooves, leaving smoldering hoofprints in the carpet. But its eyes, kind and endless as the night sky, radiated a warmth and comfort Solo hadn't felt in years. "Wh-Who are you?" Solo stammered, pulling his stuffed toy protectively against his chest. The fiery Pegasus bowed its head gracefully. _"I am Flameless. I was born from your dreams of happier times in that magical place, manifested to protect you from the horrors of this one."_ A gasp escaped Solo's lips. "You...you can use magic?" Flameless nodded. _"As can you, little one. Your gift only now awakens, but together we will learn to wield it well."_ Its wise eyes looked him over with concern. _"This torment you've endured has gone on long enough. Let me put an end to their cruelty, so that you may know peace."_ Solo's heart pounded. Part of him cried out for rescue, longing to be freed of the nightmare his life had become. But the prospect of his parents' wrath if they discovered this mysterious pony terrified him even more. "Please, no!" he begged, shaking his head frantically. "If they see you, they'll only hurt me worse!" Flameless regarded him thoughtfully. _"Very well. Then I shall ensure they never harm another soul again."_ Without further word, it vanished in a wisp of azure smoke. Moments later, shrieks of terror rose from downstairs, followed by crashing sounds and cries for mercy. Solo scrambled to the bedroom door and peered fearfully through the crack, clutching his stuffed toy as though his life depended on it. In the shattered remains of the living room below, flickering flames danced across overturned furniture and smashed belongings. Their emerald glow cast sinister shadows across the walls. At the eye of the chaotic storm stood Flameless, its blazing mane swirling violently as flickers of blue magic coursed from its horn. Solo's drunken father cowered against the wall, his bottle shattered at his feet. "G-Get that thing away from me!" he screamed in a shrill voice unlike Solo had ever heard. His slurred pleas were cut short as Flameless reared with an equine shriek, engulfing the cowering man in swirling azure flames that left him unharmed yet paralyzed with terror. With a nebulous whinny, Flameless directed its flames to encircle Solo's screaming mother next, manipulating the fiery magic with an otherworldly grace and focus unlike any pony Solo had seen on TV. Through it all, Flameless' blazing eyes never left Solo's, radiating reassurance and promise. _They will harm you no more, little one. You are safe now._ Its words echoed softly in his mind as clearly as if spoken aloud. Footsteps pounded up the hall, followed by pounding at the front door. "SCP Foundation, open up!" boomed authoritative voices through the oak barrier. "We're here about reports of paranormal activity!" Solo's heart skipped a beat. He had seen news reports of the secretive government agency known only by its acronym, that collected and contained anomalous beings across the country. If they discovered Flameless... The Pegasus turned to Solo with an urgency in its ancient eyes. _"Stay back, little one. These arrivals mean you harm as well. I must ensure your protection." _ Without waiting for a response, Flameless whinnied a battle cry and barrelled down the stairs in a fiery gale. The front door burst open under its force, hurling splinters into the night. Solo listened from the bedroom doorway, barely daring to breathe, as chaotic combat exploded into the stormy darkness below. Muffled shouts and strange popping sounds echoed up from the street, accompanied by cascades of blue flames and swirling magic that lit the house in an eerie glow. A series of dull thuds shook the floor, followed by agonized groans fading into the night. When at last silence fell, heavy bootsteps approached the bottom of the stairs. "House is clear!" a gruff voice called out. "Target is down but still unaccounted for. Prepare to storm the upper level—hold your fire, it may have hostages!" Solo stumbled back from the doorway with a gasp, heart hammering in his throat. His eyes searched frantically for somewhere—anywhere—to hide. But before he could move, blue flames erupted in the center of the room. Flameless emerged unscathed, its mane swirling angrily. _"We must away from here before more arrive,"_ it said with grave urgency. _"The military comes to finish what these 'agents' began. Take my hoof—I will see you to safety, little one."_ Heavy boots pounded up the creaking stairs as Solo stared wordlessly at the proffered hoof. After a lifetime of pain and darkness, could this fiery pony truly offer salvation? Its ancient eyes held only caring, an emotion so foreign yet welcoming. Whatever this place of safety might be, it had to be better than remaining here. Solo slipped his small hand into the Pegasus' wispy blue grasp. Flames danced soothingly across his skin, filling him with warmth and renewed strength. _"Then let us be on our way,"_ Flameless said gently. _"Your destiny awaits, and our adventure has only just begun."_ In a flash of azure light, the strange duo vanished just as armed soldiers burst through the bedroom door with weapons drawn. But the escapees were already long gone, fleeing into the night on unseen wings of blue flame. """""""""""""""""""""""" The night air whipped past Solo and Flameless as they soared high above the city, clinging securely to the Pegasus' wispy form. Below, explosions lit the darkness where military forces stormed his family home, searching vainly for their quarry. "Where are we going?" Solo called over the rushing wind, squinting against the sting of rain. His bruises had faded slightly thanks to Flameless' magical aura, but panic still gripped his heart. What new danger lurked beyond this night? _Somewhere they cannot follow,_ Flameless replied, flames dancing soothingly across Solo's skin. _A place of wonder that will nurture your gift and keep you from further harm. Hold tight, little one - the gateway is near._ A flash of intuition filled Solo's mind: _The TV...Can we truly cross into Equestria?_ Flameless nodded with a warm nicker. _Your heart has already found refuge within its colorful realm. Now the portal will allow our full escape._ Below, Solo spied the familiar glow of his neighborhood. But as Flameless swept lower, a new sight caused his breath to catch - military vehicles surrounded his home while teams in hazmat suits swarmed the rubble. One glanced skyward, shouting and raising a megaphone. "Cease your escape at once! You are both highly dangerous anomalies that will be contained for study." Flameless screeched in outrage and summoned a magic barrier as explosive rounds pinged off. "They won't listen to reason. We must disappear before they permanently maim or kill." Solo shuddered, gripping tighter as the barrier shattered. Ahead, the flickering rectangle of his TV came into view through a bedroom window, its glow beckoning like a lifeline. Heartened by Flameless' steadfast protection, Solo steeled his nerve and cried, "Let's lose them in Equestria forever!" A brilliant flash blinded onlookers below just before Solo and Flameless merged with the TV screen in a bursts of azure flame. The military halted fire, exchanging baffled looks. "Sir, the targets have...vanished." But within the show's technicolor realm, Solo gasped at the vivid landscapes rolling past as Flameless' wings beat fiercely. Below, ponies frolicked through fields of flowers or cloud houses, waving up at the newcomers' passing shadows. Flameless touched down lightly in a grassy glade. "This is your sanctuary now, little one. No darkness can touch you here." Solo released a shaky sigh, gazing about in wonder at this place that had always brought him comfort now made real. Laughter made him turn to see a group of fillies playing nearby, and a smile broke across his exhausted face. "It's even more beautiful than I imagined." A knowing glint entered Flameless' eyes. "Your gift allowed you a glimpse of this realm's magic long before we crossed over fully. Now you must learn to wield such power for the greater good, as all residents of Equestria strive to do each day." Wary uncertainty returned to Solo's features. "But...I don't know how to use magic. What if I hurt somepony by accident?" Flameless nuzzled him gently, azure flames dancing across his skin in a comforting embrace. "Have faith in yourself, little one. Your heart already knows friendship, laugher and joy - the true roots of anypony's magic. I will guide you to understand your gift, as we face what mysteries await us here together." A grateful smile touched Solo's lips, worries beginning to fade under Flameless' reassurance. Perhaps in this place, there truly was hope for a happier future. But as the sun descended beyond the distant mountains, an ominous shiver crept up his spine. Shadows moved through the trees at the glade's edge that did not belong to ponies, watching...and waiting. """"""""""""""""""""""" The rustling leaves woke Solo as dawn's rosy light filtered into the glade. Blinking away dreams of Flameless' lessons, he sat up amid soft grass - then gasped. Where Flameless had rested now lay only smoldering hoofprints. Rising cries carried on the breeze as others noticed the missing pony. Solo's heart clenched. What if the shadows had... A crash sounded in the woods. Scrambling up, Solo bolted into the trees and skidded to a halt. Beyond a shallow ravine, a hooded figure waved gnarled hands at Flameless, who whipped azure flame between them defensively. "Give up the boy, mutie," it hissed. "Humans don't belong here." A second emerged, flexing obsidian claws. "Our masters will be pleased with such rare prizes." Flameless whinnied a battle cry and charged, flames swirling like a furious tornado. The figures shrieked unnaturally, slashing out in a blur. A cascade of sparks showered as claw met flame, the fighters moving with inhuman speed and ferocity. Solo's vision swam with panic. He had to help, but how? Then a familiar warmth filled his mind: _Find your happy place within, little one. Let its magic flow through you._ Closing his eyes, Solo recalled afternoons watching Equestria from his bedroom, escaping into its colorful world. Joy and comfort swelled in his heart once more - and with them, a wellspring of azure light pulsing from his outstretched hand. Flameless' words echoed as power surged through Solo: Friendship is magic. Magic is will. Direct it with care, for its effects are very real. Taking a steadying breath, Solo threw out his magic in a wide burst. The hooded figures shrieked louder as azure enveloped them, leaving scorch marks but no other harm. They retreated into the forest at a loping run. Flameless' hooves clopped over as magic faded from Solo's palms. "Well done, little one!" it praised, nuzzling him proudly. "Your gift grows swiftly already." Heart still racing, Solo scanned the receding shadows worriedly. "Who were they? What do they want with us?" A solemn look entered Flameless' eyes. "Dark creatures that do not truly belong in Equestria. They sensed your arrival and saw an opportunity to cause chaos. But we now know they watch our every move." Turning, it nodded into the forest gloom. "Come. Let us seek answers from our friends in town before more trouble finds us." Solo followed Flameless out of the woods, anxiety fading under the comforting morning sun. As hoofbeats carried them onto the road, he gazed back only once at the looming shadows...and thought he glimpsed feral yellow eyes staring after them from the darkened treeline. Flameless kept a watchful guard as they made their way along the path. Solo took in colorful scenery rushing past, heartened by Equestria's natural magic soothing his lingering fears. Here, even shadows held beauty: leafy canopies cast dappled sunlight, and songbirds echoed through towering trees lining the track ahead. Rounding a bend, the duo spotted Ponyville in the valley below - and cried out happily at a familiar rainbow-maned figure zipping across the sky above colorful cottages and shops. "Flameless, it's her!" Solo called joyously. His guide nodded and whinnied loudly to catch the pony's attention. She pulled up alongside, violet eyes gleaming with curiosity and wonder at the strange pair below. """"""""""""""""" Flameless introduced Solo and Rainbow Dash with a warm nicker. The athlete's eyes widened. A human magic-user and his valiant protector? Your arrival bodes adventure! She swooped low, curious gaze flickering between the unlikely travelers. Solo's smile faded under her scrutiny. D-Does our being here bother you? Rainbow snorted. Of course not! It's wicked cool! She pressed a hoof confidently to her chest. Name's Rainbow Dash - fastest flyer in Equestria. Lemme show you around! Solo's spirits lifted as Dash zipped ahead, urging them after her through Ponyville. Her whoops and laughter echoed encouragement as they wove between chatting ponies and bustling shops. Flameless kept pace with a steadying hoof around Solo, watching the boy relax under Dash's carefree welcome. At the library, Dash introduced them to Twilight Sparkle engrossed in scrolls. The unicorn gasped eagerly at their tale, quill scribbling across fresh parchment. You two simply must stay for further study! But her smile faded seeing apprehension shadow Solo's face. Flameless stepped closer protectively. While knowledge is without doubt a boon, our needs now are rest, then help tracking those night stalkers' movements. Such darkness threatens all our realms, so must be faced together. Twilight nodded solemnly. You're right, of course. She turned thoughtful gaze to the newcomers once more. Get some rest - we'll gather intel and plans with our friends. You two aren't alone in this fight anymore. Later that evening found Solo relaxing by a pond with Flameless and Rainbow Dash. The filly's antics brought smiles, easing worries as the stars emerged one by one above. Their soft glow illuminated silhouettes slipping through distant trees that set Flameless on edge. The unicorn's intelligence gathering proved fruitful, it told the others grimly. Those creatures come from beyond the Everfree, crossing some malign portal to wreak chaos. And it seems...they've brought company this time. A chill wind rose as pounding hoofsteps echoed in the night. Ponies burst from the forest's edge, urging the trio back urgently. The creatures attacked! They're coming, and there's more of them than ever! Solo's blood ran cold. Flameless stood regally, azure mane aflame. It is as I feared. But you two have heartened the boy - now let us face this evil as one, with hope and friendship guiding our hooves and wings! Rainbow whooped her agreement, flitting to stand spiritedly by Flameless' side. The ponies cheered and followed, forming a defiant line near the treeline. Trees shuddered ominously as feral roars rose within, emerging at last with a tide of chittering horrors. Flameless' flames blazed a pure azure as Solo focused, summoning magic to stand ready. Though fear gripped his heart, the friends' bravery beside him bolstered his spirit. As the beasts charged with slavering jaws, a brilliant flash erupted - and standing between armies alone was a regal alicorn, radiant aura calming all. "Enough," spoke Princess Celestia. The creatures cowered before her light, retreating into shadows once more. She turned a proud eye to Solo. "Your arrival was foretold. Dark times are coming, but together Equestria's magic will prevail through bonds of hope, courage and harmony." Heart lifted, Solo knew now he had found somewhere to belong. And whatever trials lay ahead, with friends like these nothing could stand against the power of their magic - the magic of friendship.

Jade Ring

551324

Button Mash,Diamond Tiara,Filthy Rich,Snails,Spoiled Rich,Dark,Drama,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Narcotics,Profanity,Sex

Broken

It's Hearts and Hooves Day, and Filthy Rich is nursing his broken heart with a bottle. Can the only mare in town who really loves him find a way to save him?

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<p>It's Hearts and Hooves Day, and Filthy Rich's life is in ruins. His marriage is over, his wife flaunts her new play-thing, and the only solace he has in the world comes from the depths of a bottle. </p><p>As the whiskey burns and the night goes on, the broken stallion may find solace and peace in the arms of the last pony he would ever expect. The question for him becomes this; even if everything else in his life has fallen to ruins... does that excuse crossing a line that can never be uncrossed?</p><p>////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////</p><p>Written as my entry into the <a href="/group/198529/incest-is-wincest/thread/531809/hearts-hooves-day-contest" rel="nofollow">Hearts and Hooves Heartbreak Contest</a>. Contains <span class="spoiler">incest.</span></p>

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The vodka burned like he needed it to. It was one of the only constants in his world, that burn. That ravaging, tearing, soothing sensation that traveled down his throat and nestled in his gullet. The rush of pleasure that followed raced up the slick path the alcohol had burned and lifted his mind in soothing respite. For a moment, just one, he felt good. But then the head-rush vanished. Reality soon followed. So he went to prepare another shot. The front door swung open, and she marched in like she owned the place. Technically speaking, she did own the place. Half of it, anyway. She was smiling when she entered, but she saw him and froze. The smile slid off her face like an old bandage, and the good humor in her eyes faded to the dullness he had come to expect from her. "Oh. You're home." "I am." Filthy Rich nodded, his hooves refilling his glass with practiced ease. "You're supposed to be out of town." Spoiled noted. "I am." He conceded just before he tipped another burning shot down his throat. "Train got delayed. Heading out tomorrow." Spoiled Rich's face was stone. "You know what day it is." Filthy chuckled and tipped his again empty glass in her direction. "Honestly, it's why I'm so surprised to see you home so early. Young stud had to...?" The barb trailed off as his wife (ex-wife, damn it, why was that part still so damned hard) stepped to the side. Standing behind her was a stallion he'd seen only in passing, usually when he was slinking away from his house (and it damn well was still his house, at least half of it) in the wee hours of the morning. Now that he could see him closer, he was able to recognize him. The lanky yellow body, the mop of unruly green hair, the horn that even now was lit just in case Filthy decided to do something stupid... Filthy swallowed the acid in his throat and forced a nod. "Evenin,' Snails." "Uh... good evening, sir." His voice still sounded as dopey as ever, like the boy was dim. Only the brassy baritone was new. "Right proper of you to see a lady to the door." It was meant to come out low, but the vodka was already working at him. It came out as a growl instead. "Wouldn't expect anything less from a big time athlete like yourself. Don't worry, I won't watch your kiss good-night..." "He's not leaving." Spoiled looked down at him past the tip of her surgically modified muzzle. That he'd paid for, but who was keeping track anymore? "He's staying the night. It's Hearts and Hooves Day. It's going to be..." She smirked. "Special." He felt the anger rising in him. Separated all these months, and still she could get a rise out of him. Rotten bitch. Spoiled rotten bitch. She'd laid a laundry list of faults at his hooves the day they'd called it quits, but his greatest sin? He'd spoiled her. He'd never learned to tell her no. And now? Now she couldn't be told no. But then, was he any better? Really? The divorce was locked in a stalemate. Neither was willing to give the other an inch. Hell, they were still cohabitating, for Celestia's sake. And why? Because neither would give up their stake in the house they'd built together. The courts would eventually rule, and they would abide by that. But until then? They would remain, and mutual hatred would be their tenant. He knew about her new coltfriend. Knew that he liked to stay the night while he was out of town or pulling an all-nighter in the office or sleeping off a drunk at the inn or the Apple family's farm. But that was all. There had been an uneasy truce between them. Unspoken. He didn't cross paths with her new bed-mate. Didn't, until this unhappy Hearts and Hooves Day evening, really know the identity of his... his replacement. But here was yet another boundary broken. And Filthy Rich found that he was not in the mood for it tonight. "Snails, would you mind waiting outside?" He tipped the bottle and refilled his glass. "Spoiled and I need to..." "Snails, dear." Spoiled piped up like he hadn't even been speaking. Typical. "Would you mind terribly waiting for me in the bedroom?" She looked back at her young stud and blew him a kiss. "I won't be long." "Uh... okay." Snails carefully stepped across the threshold, his corona still alight in case he had to catch some missile heading his way. "You, uh... you have a good evening, Mr..." "Get out of my sight!" Filthy barked, and the younger stallion was gone, up the stairs in a flash. "Filthy, there's no need to be rude..." Spoiled started. "Diamond Tiara is home this weekend." He swallowed the burn and gasped when it went down the wrong way. "Or did you forget?" "Of course I didn't forget." She scoffed. "I'm not worried about it. She's a heavy sleeper." Filthy stared at the mare with growing shock and horror. "You don't mean you...?" "All the time." Spoiled smirked again. "Every night, really. At this point I'm considering just moving him in." "Over my dead body." Filthy was trying to refill his glass, but his hooves were unsteady with rage. "Have you no shame at all, Spoiled? We're not even officially divorced yet, and here you are sneaking around with a stallion who literally went to school with our daughter." "Do I detect a trace of jealousy in your voice, Filthy?" Spoiled chuckled as she closed the door and leaned against it. "Envious that I've already found a young lover to help me make up for lost time?" Filthy knew what she was doing. Baiting him. Trying to get him angry enough so that he'd say or do something he'd later regret. Something she could take to the court to use against him. "Lost time? You act as though I never touched you..." "How many late nights, Filthy? How many business conferences?" Now she was the one getting angry. Good. "Can you tell me how many times we made love last year?" "More than five?" Filthy tried to laugh as he finally managed to pour another shot. "Once." Spoiled growled. "Once." She looked him up and down. "What kind of stallion does that make you?" "One old enough to not be desperate enough to subject himself to a grand total of five minutes of sex with somepony who won't even look at him in the eyes when they're doing it." Filthy muttered into his glass before pouring another shot down the hatch. The corner of Spoiled's lip twitched. "Well this mare is old enough to know that isn't what she wants. Snails gives me what I need. Better than you ever did, really. He's not afraid to throw me around a little." She tittered. "He's bigger than you, too." She saw the throw coming but still barely dodged the glass as it streaked into the wall behind her and shattered. "How dare you?! Get out!" "I will not!" Filthy roared. Inside he was kicking himself for throwing the glass, but the rage was all that filled him now. "This is as much my house as it yours, Spoiled!" "For now it is!" She yelled back. "Which is why you have no right judging who I bring into my bed and when!" "Have you no decency at all, mare?!" He could feel the tears in the corners of his eyes and hated them as much as he hated the mare in front of him. "Is there not a caring bone in your body for anypony that isn't you?!" He choked back a sob. "I gave you everything... and this...? This is how you...? You..." He took the bottle in his hooves and took a great swig, letting the burn chase away the tears. He pulled it away with a great gasp and stared at her with red rimmed eyes. Spoiled's eyes were dull and dead. There was nothing in them when she looked at him. Not even hatred. It was the absence of feeling. That was all she held for him now. "You really should leave, Filthy. That's a fair warning." She started for the stairs. "I wouldn't want you to hear something you wouldn't like." He didn't watch her go. Couldn't. He stared at the spot on the wall where she'd been standing and listened. He heard her hoofsteps in the hall. Heard the door to the master bedroom open and close. Heard the dull sound of voices talking. Heard her laugh, light and airy, the way she'd laughed with him a long time ago. Heard them start to... He bolted out the front door before he could hear anymore. He didn't even bother to close it behind him. He took the bottle with him. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// When he was gone, a door at the end of the downstairs hallway opened. Slowly. Tentatively. The room's sole occupant poked her head out and wiped the sleep from her eyes. She winced at the sounds coming from upstairs, flattened her ears in a vain attempt to drown them out. She made her way to the parlor, saw the door left ajar. Saw the bits of broken glass in the carpet. She looked out into the night, and whispered one word. "Daddy?" /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Filthy Rich finished his vodka about ten minutes after leaving his house. He dropped the bottle somewhere and promptly forgot about it. Somepony else would pick it up. He had more important business to tend to. He could feel he was drunk, and yet the old tiger in his chest was roaring that he was not nearly drunk enough. Not yet. His options? There was the bar in the Ponyville Inn. But with it being Hearts and Hooves Day, the place would likely be overrun with stallions desperately trying to ensnare a catch from the sure to be dwindling number of single mares in the room. He could chance a visit to Sweet Apple Acres. The elder Apple siblings had proven to be excellent drinking buddies, but he had a feeling they'd both be previously occupied by their spouses today. Today. Fucking Hearts and Hooves Day. No, there was only one thing for it. He always kept a bottle of good apple whiskey in his office above the show floor of Barnyard Bargains. Let the whole of Ponyville's populace drown in pheromones and love tonight. He'd spend his first Hearts and Hooves night in twenty years as a single stallion drinking until he passed out on his desk. As Celestia intended. He arrived at the store in no time at all and let himself in. The door was open, so he knew that Button Mash must still be in. Sure enough, his book-keeper was still manning his desk, inputting numbers into the new computer he'd designed. "Evenin,' Button." The young stallion looked up in surprise. "Ah! Mr. Rich! I heard that your train was delayed, but I didn't expect you to..." "Nevermind nevermind." Filthy tried to sound genial and boisterous, but he was being too loud. Too false. And he knew it. "Just going to look over some things in my office. By all means; keep burnin' that midnight oil. That's why you're the best paid stallion in town." "Actually, sir, I'm just wrapping this up. I have plans..." "Yes, yes, I'm sure." Filthy waved him off. He wasn't trying to be rude, but he'd be lying if he said he'd heard a word his employee had said. "Hold my calls, if you don't mind." Before Button could reply, the stallion was already climbing the stairs to his office. He stepped in and took a moment to survey his sanctuary. The huge apple-wood desk, a gift from the Apple Family to celebrate twenty years of doing business together. The velvet curtains, custom made and fitted by Rarity herself. The plush forest green carpet, the tasteful pastoral scenes framed on the walls... ...and the blank space. The empty void where the family portrait had once hung. The outline was still there, like a scar. He looked away from it and crossed the room to his desk. He settled back in his chair and sighed. He loved the smell of this office. The feel of the air. This was one place his ex-wife couldn't... spoil. He chuckled to himself as he opened one of the desk drawers and pulled out a delicately crafted bottle in the shape of a burning apple. Another drawer held a pair of tumblers, and he pulled both out on instinct. He filled one with the amber liquid, saluted his empty office, and downed it in one. Celestia above, how the burn was wonderful! So full and rich and different than the vodka. He exhaled with pleasure and pain and immediately doled out a second shot. This was what he needed. The devil take Spoiled and everything else. Here was peace and joy and respite. Here was sweet oblivion. With everything she had, with everything she'd taken from him, Filthy knew that he would always have this. His business. His home. And the burn. And Spoiled? What did she have? ...well, she had her young lover. The glass paused halfway to his muzzle, and Filthy snorted as the thoughts slipped into his still damnably conscious mind. Yes, Spoiled had her little boy-toy. But what of it? It wasn't like he was... jealous. No, not jealous. Not... not really. But wasn't it just a little unfair? Wasn't Spoiled and her lack of interest in any kind of physical intimacy that wasn't hard, fast, and dominating a significant reason he hadn't put up much of a fuss when she'd confessed her dalliance with that stallion in Manehatten? Filthy tossed back the drink and hissed as it burned down. Yes, it was unfair. Unfair how he'd worked himself to the bone to provide for his family, had put up with her snide remarks and callous behavior for years, only for her to have the audacity to blame him for her indiscretion. "Complacent." He spat the word. That's what she'd said. He'd become complacent in their marriage, so she couldn't be blamed for looking for what she needed elsewhere. And now? Now she was likely getting rutted into the bed by the star player of Ponyville's hoofball team. He could just see her now, her perfect purple mane a mess, the back of it probably wrenched back in the teeth of her young lover. He could see her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her tongue lolling out, wailing into the air as she came again and again... Filthy went to pour another drink, and hated himself as his penis began to swell under his desk. It wasn't fair, damn it! She was the one who had crossed the line. She was the one who had quit! Why should she be able to move on so easily? So quickly? Yes, he'd neglected her needs. Yes, he hadn't tended to her as often as a good husband should. But didn't he have needs too? Needs that Spoiled had never once even tried to meet? Sex was always about her her her. How many times had he begged her to just touch him, for Celestia's sake? To make him feel wanted for once. As he finally managed to pour another shot, he came to the stark realization that his own wife had not even kissed him in over five years. No matter. The whiskey was a much better kisser. He shifted in his seat and grunted when the tip of his stallionhood brushed the underside of his desk. Why hadn't that gone away by now? Why tonight of all nights was the menace of whiskey-dick not taking it's toll? He considered just reaching down and dealing with it... but a new thought came to his rapidly clouding mind. Why should Spoiled have all the fun with her young lover? Why shouldn't he get just a taste of what he'd been deprived of for so long? Filthy reached instead for the intercom button that led straight to Button Mash's desk. "Button? Stop what you're doing for a moment and use the Dragonfire to send a message to Cane. Tell him I'm in the mood for some company tonight." He paused. Considered. "Tell him I'd like her young." He released the button and leaned back again. There was no reply from Button Mash, meaning the young stallion was already at his task. Good boy. Reliable. The stallion named Candy Cane had more than a few side-hustles in Ponyville to supplement his income from his family sweet shop. Just one of these was acting as a facilitator for Ponyville's small but thriving prostitution business, itself a byproduct of the town's growth over the last ten years. Filthy himself had never strayed, no matter how awful Spoiled could be, but he had used Cane's services on more than a few occasions to entertain visiting business partners. He imagined Cane would be quite surprised at his request, but would eagerly fulfill it. It was always nice to help out your closest and most loyal associates. Filthy downed another shot and turned his chair towards the wall. His vision was beginning to cloud from the alcohol, but he could still make out the blank space where the family portrait had hung. It was unsightly, that emptiness. Not right. A blemish on the wall of his sanctuary. A reminder of what he'd lost. He'd have to have something new put there, and soon. He was good and drunk now. He could feel that. The world around him was less defined and more vague, colored shapes. Good. This was what he needed. Everything was dulled. Well... almost everything. He reached down and tapped his now turgid length. The mottled black of it stretched forward from his sheath and stood proudly in the open air. He felt a shiver of anticipation go through him even with most of his external senses dulled. He hadn't been with another mare in almost twenty years. He wondered... His ears swiveled at the sound of his office door closing. He hadn't even heard it open. He grinned. "That Cane is a prompt one." He called backwards, not wanting to turn just yet. Didn't want to scare the poor thing off, did he? "I'm gonna have to send him a bottle of this excellent whiskey for getting you over here so quick." He took a deep breath, trying to catch her scent, but he could detect nothing besides the smell of whiskey. Speaking of... "Would you like a drink? There's a glass there for you." She didn't say anything, whoever she was. Good. He wasn't really in the mood for some fake conversation from a prostitute. It seemed like all anypony wanted to do these days was talk. Talk talk talk talk talk. To give their condolences, to offer advice, to commiserate... He heard the clink of glass on glass, and a moment later the unmistakable sound of a mare breathing out after taking in the burn. "Good girl." Filthy muttered. "I... I hope you don't mind if I stay seated for the time being. I've had a few of what you just had and I'm afraid I'm a mite unsteady at the moment. But don't you worry." He turned his chair just enough that his hardness could be in her line of sight. "I can still perform." She didn't say anything, but he heard her take another shot. "Y... you don't have to talk. But I would like you to listen. I know with it being Hearts and Hooves Day you probably have a full dance card, but I'll tip you well after..." He chuckled drunkenly. "...after I tip you well." She actually giggled at his bad joke. She did sound young. Good. "You're about to be the first mare I've had in a very long time. I'm div... I'm about to be divorced. She... she's already met somepony else. She..." His voice choked. Damn it all. Booze making him emotional again. It had always been his weakness. "She and I were bad for each other. We were. It's the hard truth of it, but it's there. The one good thing our almost twenty years of marriage produced was our little girl. She's a wonder... and not so little anymore. Off at university these days. Visits when she can..." He sniffled. "She's the best thing I've ever done, that one. And I put up with Spoiled as long as I did for her sake. So she wouldn't have to grow up in a broken home. And when I think of the years I wasted with... with that bitch, I just tell myself that it was all worth it because my little princess actually got to have a decent foalhood. Not like me. Not like..." He let out one hard dry sob. "I'm sorry... I've always been a weepy drunk." A hoof reached over his shoulder bearing a glass of whiskey. He took it gratefully and drank it down. The burn was good and there when he needed it once again. It evaporated the tears, and he looked back at the appendage that had delivered his momentary salvation. The hoof was pink, the fur on the leg perfectly cleaned and shampooed. He leaned towards it and kissed it. He breathed in her scent; eucalyptus and... something else. The thoughts were being sluggish again. The hoof retreated, and he heard her take another shot of her own. "I'm not proud that I asked you to come here tonight. But I just... I just need to feel something again. Even if I have to pay for it. Just... just to feel... wanted." He sighed and sank into his chair. "Just to feel wanted." He closed his eyes, and felt the heady rush of tiredness sweeping in. He felt his cock beginning to wilt. Just as well. He'd still pay the mare for her time, but... He felt someone kiss the tip. He twitched when they did it again. He didn't open his eyes. They felt too good closed like this. Though not as good as what was happening down below. She moved so quietly, so lightly. He hadn't even heard her come around the desk. The mare was starting to pepper his stallionhood with light, almost chaste kisses. He jumped a little when she threw in a lick. She must have liked that, that little jump, because she did it again. And again. And then a third longer lick up the side. Even in his intoxicated state, Filthy was in heaven. How long had it been since anypony besides himself had even touched him down there, let alone kissed it like this. He gasped like a schoolcolt when she took the tip into her mouth for the first time. He'd forgotten the simple bliss of this sensation. The warm, heavy heat of the inside of a mare's mouth. He felt her teeth graze his length and vaguely wondered how much experience she had. Was he her first john? She began bobbing then, and the motion of her tongue told him that she had some experience, at least. He groaned as he received his first blowjob in... how long had it been? He couldn't remember. His world was the burn in his belly and the heat around his cock. He groaned again, louder this time, and he felt her try taking him deeper. Receptive. Good. Perhaps... His hooves reached up and found her mane. It was silky soft to his touch, and he luxuriated in it for a moment before resting his hooves on her scalp. He didn't force her, didn't drive her down. Just went along for the ride as she blew him. He felt her pull free with a gasp and, without missing a beat, wrap her forelegs around him and continue pumping him. Her saliva mixed with his precum and the feel of her soft fur sliding along his slick dick-skin made him grit his teeth. When she started licking his tip again, he couldn't hold back a choked "Fuck!" She was good, and she knew it. He could feel that. But there was something else in the way she was treating him. She wasn't picking up the pace or changing things up. She was... tending to him. Just making him feel good. He hadn't felt so loved in such a long time. When she took him deep again, he knew he needed to see her. Needed to see this mare's eyes looking up at him as she worshipped him so divinely. Slowly, he opened his eyes... ...and beheld a very familiar pair of crystal blue eyes looking up from his lap. "...Diamond Tiara?!" He gasped as much in shock at seeing her as the feeling of her running her tongue over his slit. "What...?!" She pulled off of him with a gasp, panting as she continued to stroke him. "Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry. I should've said something. Please don't be mad?" She punctuated the plea with a long kiss to his cock. "Please?" Another kiss. "Please?" Filthy Rich's hooves fell away as he looked down at the fruit of his loins and felt an untethered tempest blasting through his alcohol soaked brain. This was his daughter. His own flesh and blood. The young mare he had just waxed poetic about being the best thing he'd done in his life was slathering on his cock like some common whore. The disconnect threatened to short circuit his very mind. But it was the way she was looking up at him that made him pause, made him not push her away like he knew he was supposed to. Those eyes... those mesmerizing, beautiful eyes... the eyes that had always looked up at him with such familial love. The familial love was still there... but there was something else too. A cloudy, smoky look that all stallions dreamed of seeing in a mare's eyes. It was lust. It was want. "...why?" He finally managed. "I saw you leaving the house. I followed you here." She dragged her tongue along the underside of his cock before briefly suckling the tip. "I knew she was being mean to you, but I had no idea... You don't deserve to be treated like that, Daddy. She doesn't deserve you. She never deserved you." She took him into her muzzle and pushed farther than before. He gasped as she held her place, her throat muscles constricting and loosening around him. She pulled away with a hoarse gasp, lines of saliva stretching from her lips to his dick. "I love you so much, Daddy. You're the best stallion I've ever known. Let me... let me take care of you? Please?" She stroked him and lightly nibbled his head. "You deserve this. You deserve to be loved. You deserve to be wanted. Let me love you like a mare." She was panting now, and even his dulled senses could smell the tell-tale air of a mare in need. "I want you, Daddy. I want you so bad." This was wrong. Every remaining rational brain cell in Filthy's head was shrieking to be heard over the cacophony of chaos ringing between his ears. This. Was. Wrong. This was his daughter. This was the one good thing left in his life, and he was ruining her by letting her do this to him. He was worse than the lowest of ponies. He was worse than Spoiled. He was... Spoiled. He thought of her cutting remarks. Her insults. Her callousness. Her disinterest. Her bitterness. Her greed. Her blatant narcissism. Diamond. He thought of her laugh. Her warmth. Her kindness. Her sweetness. Her sense of humor. Her honesty. Her growth and change to be the best mare she could be. Filthy grabbed the bottle of whiskey and tilted it back into his mouth. His world became the burn. It consumed everything but the feel of the mare loving him below and the almost painful swelling of his heart. He almost dropped the bottle on his desk and took a great, cooling breath. The possibility that he might be dreaming crossed his mind. It made what happened next that much easier. His hooves reached out and cupped her face. He urged her upward gently, and she didn't resist a bit. His hooves slid down her slender neck, across her chest (he could feel her heart beating a million miles a minute) and finally around to hook under her forelegs. He lifted her like she was nothing, just as he'd always been able to when she was smaller. He swiveled in his chair and swung her around, laying her across his desk in one easy motion. Her ever-present tiara clattered to the floor and was forgotten. He stood on his hindlegs and wobbled for a moment before planting his hooves on either side of her for balance. She writhed on the hard wood, and his own hard wood lay lewdly on her belly, resting comfortably between her teats. He could feel the heat of her on his sack, and when he looked down at her he saw not his daughter but what she was in that moment; a mare. A mare who needed him. Who really wanted him. Filthy swallowed hard at the sight of her heaving chest, at the way she looked up at him. "Diamond Tiara..." Her response was to grab the bottle of whiskey and mimic his actions, taking a great drink straight from the source. She forced herself up on her elbows so the rest wouldn't spill and set it aside, her eyes never leaving his even as she gasped away the burn. She held out her hooves, an invitation any stallion in his right mind would be mad to refuse. He was not in his right mind, but Filthy Rich would not refuse. He'd never been able to refuse his little princess. "Daddy..." She whispered, and he could smell the whiskey on her breath. He leaned in and kissed her. His first kiss in half a decade. She kissed him back, moaning with agonized need. Their tongues danced, trading whiskey-flavored saliva like it was pure ambrosia. Her forelegs encircled him, pulling him closer, and Filthy Rich wept on the inside. He wept at the knowledge of what he was doing was so wrong, but wept as well because this was what he'd been missing. Here was touch. Here was need. Here was want. He broke the kiss and pulled away from her grip just enough to line himself up with where she needed him. She gasped at the first entry, then moaned, low and deep, as he sank into her fully. Filthy Rich grit his teeth. She was so tight, so warm, so wet. But more than that was the fact that she was still looking at him, still staring into his eyes with that same desperate want. With surprising strength she pulled him down on top of her and kissed him again. They moaned together and relished in their mutual drunken pleasure. Diamond Tiara broke the kiss and brought her lips to her father's ear. "I love you, Daddy. I love you so much..." He wanted to tell her the same. He wanted to beg her forgiveness for using her like this. He wanted to say so many things, but the words would not come. Instead, he let his body tell her. There, in his sanctuary, lost in a dream and nightmare both, Filthy Rich made love to his daughter. It was slow. It was sweet. It was tender and passionate and everything it needed to be. They never looked away from one another, not until Diamond Tiara hit her peak and let her father swallow her orgasm in another burning, whiskey-tainted kiss. And when he felt his own end approaching, she held him tight in place so he could not escape. He stared into her eyes as his body locked and filled her with the same substance from which she'd come. Those eyes were filled with such love that he nearly wept again. Darkness came for Filthy Rich, then, and he welcomed it gladly.

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Button Mash,Diamond Tiara,Filthy Rich,Snails,Spoiled Rich,Dark,Drama,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Narcotics,Profanity,Sex

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It's Hearts and Hooves Day, and Filthy Rich is nursing his broken heart with a bottle. Can the only mare in town who really loves him find a way to save him?

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<p>It's Hearts and Hooves Day, and Filthy Rich's life is in ruins. His marriage is over, his wife flaunts her new play-thing, and the only solace he has in the world comes from the depths of a bottle. </p><p>As the whiskey burns and the night goes on, the broken stallion may find solace and peace in the arms of the last pony he would ever expect. The question for him becomes this; even if everything else in his life has fallen to ruins... does that excuse crossing a line that can never be uncrossed?</p><p>////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////</p><p>Written as my entry into the <a href="/group/198529/incest-is-wincest/thread/531809/hearts-hooves-day-contest" rel="nofollow">Hearts and Hooves Heartbreak Contest</a>. Contains <span class="spoiler">incest.</span></p>

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2024-02-12T05:25:30+00:00

Button Mash carefully pushed open the door to his boss' office. The smell hit him at once, and he coughed to clear his assaulted nasal passages. The place reeked of whiskey and sex. He'd definitely have to pay the cleaning mare extra this week. He spotted his boss sprawled across his desk and called out carefully. "Uh... Mr. Rich?" Filthy Rich slowly opened one bleary eye. "…Yes?" "Uh... rough night?" Filthy opened and blinked both eyes carefully. His head was pounding. Thank Celestia for the heavy curtains over the window. He carefully pushed himself up and back into his chair with a groan, then looked around the office. He and Button Mash were the only occupants. "Did... did you just get here?" He asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Yes sir." Button carefully stepped over a spilled bottle of whiskey. "Did you... see anypony leave?" Filthy rubbed the back of his aching head. He smacked his lips and grimaced. His mouth tasted awful. "Anypony at all?" "No sir." "So maybe it was a dream..." Filthy began muttering, but cut off the thought when he saw tell-tale stains on his desk's surface. The smell of the place struck him then, and flashes of the night before became more clearly defined. It definitely hadn't been a dream, then. There had been a mare here, and in his drunken daze she had appeared to him as... as Diamond Tiara. A chill went through him at the thought. Maybe this whole experience was the sign he needed to cut back. Hell, maybe it was time to give therapy another shot. In any case, whoever the mare in question had been? She’d been wonderful. Just what he’d needed. "Button, send another to message to Candy Cane, would you?” A small grin broke through the burgeoning hangover. “That young lady was just what the doctor ordered." Button Mash raised an eyebrow. "Another message, sir? When did I send the first one? You haven't had me contact Mr. Cane in weeks." "Last night. You used the Dragonfire to reach out to him last night." A cold feeling began to creep up Filthy’s spine at the look of incomprehension in his employee’s eyes. "I asked you to have Cane arrange for me to have some company last night." He gestured at the intercom. "Used this right here." Button Mash shook his head. "I'm sorry, sir, but I hit the road literally right after you went up the stairs. I told you; I had plans. I took Sweetie Belle out to dinner for Hearts and Hooves Day. If you had company last night, you arranged for it." Button’s eyes cut to the clock on the wall. “You don’t have long before the train leaves, sir. You might want to, uh...” He sniffed and looked away. “Freshen up.” He turned and started down the stairs. “I’ll head out and see if the cleaning service has someone who can come over right away. This place will look brand new by the time you get back.” Filthy Rich slumped in his chair. The implications of last night's events slowly began to come together in his mind. If everything Button had said was true… then maybe… “Good morning, Daddy.” Filthy started and stared as his daughter entered his office. His first instinct was to panic, to ask her to leave, to beg her forgiveness for the state of his office, to come up with some lame excuse for the mess… She looked at his desktop and smirked. “Gonna take some serious elbow grease to get those stains out. Sorry about that.” That was all it took. The final key. The last clue. Everything slid into place. It hadn’t been some drunken delusion. Filthy Rich’s heart sank. “Diamond Tiara…” He whispered. “I’m sorry I ran out so early.” Diamond Tiara crossed the room and set a small travel bag and a box of pastries on the profaned desk. “I ran back to the house to get cleaned up and brought you a few toiletries so you could do the same. Grabbed you some breakfast on the way back over.” Filthy stared at his daughter. How was she being so nonchalant about this? Acting so… normal? He’d defiled her, ruined her. Taken the sacred bond between father and daughter and broken it, just like everything else in his life. Why was she still here? And, more importantly, why was she taking care of him? “Diamond Tiara… Princess…” He swallowed hard. His mouth tasted like ashes and whiskey. “Last night…” “We can talk about last night when you’re not hungover and needing to catch a train.” Diamond Tiara sat on her haunches and straightened her headpiece atop her freshly washed mane. “It happened. That’s all that needs to be said right now.” “But it’s not.” Filthy felt the distant urge to vomit, but was unsure if it was the hangover or the thought of what he’d done that brought it on. “Diamond, I took advantage of…” “Daddy, please shut up with that.” Diamond Tiara gave him a pitying look. “I initiated it, remember? I asked you to do it. Practically begged you.” “That’s no excuse.” He sniffed. “I’m your father, Diamond Tiara. I should have…” “Yes, you’re my father. And I’m your daughter. And you have spent my entire life taking care of my every need. I haven’t wanted for anything. Ever. And that’s all thanks to you. Certainly no thanks to her.” Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes. “You really should’ve told her to kick rocks ages ago.” “I wanted you to have a decent foalhood…” “And I did. I had an amazing foalhood… except for having to watch her treat you like dirt all these years. That part wasn’t so great. And seeing her somehow become even worse to you after the split?” She shook her head in disgust. “Hearing you talk like you did last night…” “It was the booze…” “No it wasn’t.” She smiled at him gently. “What we did last night… Daddy, you needed it. And I was happy to do it for you. With you. To show you what you’d been missing all this time.” She came around the desk and put a hoof on his shoulder. “We’re not the first father and daughter to do this in Equestria." She laughed lightly. "And it’s not like we’re gonna be dating now, are we?” Filthy shuddered. “Of course not. I…” He looked into her eyes. The familial love was there as it always had been, but the lust, the want she’d displayed last night was nowhere to be found. “I love you, Princess. But… but not like that.” “Same, Daddy.” She stretched forward and kissed his cheek. “So with all that being said… did it help? Did I help you?” Filthy Rich considered… and then nodded. “I think you did.” “Good. Then that’s all that matters.” She kissed his cheek again, then paused. "You know... it's true what you said last night." "What's that?" Her breath was hot in his ear, and for a single fleeting instant the burn of last night returned. "I really am the best thing you've ever done." He pushed himself back and gaped at her. "Young lady!" She laughed as she turned and headed for the door. “You were owed that after the 'tip you well' joke, Daddy. Now eat your breakfast and get to the station. I upgraded you to a sleeper so you can get showered up on the ride into the city.” Filthy chuckled as he reached for a pastry. “You’re too good for me, princess.” “No, Daddy.” She stopped and looked back with a smile. “You’re too good. I love you.” “Love you, too.” He watched her go as he bit into his croissant. The feelings of shame and self-loathing were still there, but they weren’t quite as loud now. His daughter still loved him. What had happened? Well, it had happened. And it was done with. Nothing between he and Diamond Tiara had been changed. Except… Filthy Rich swiveled his chair towards the wall and stared at the empty space. He was broken, yes… but not everything in his life was. And broken things? They could be repaired. Oftentimes in unconventional ways, as last night has shown him. He hadn't been foolish for pining for what he desired. It was out there, somewhere. Diamond Tiara had shown him that. It would take time and effort, but in the end? He would be okay again. The anger and the bitterness and the self-hatred... they would fade over time. Because there were still good things in his life, weren’t there? His business. His friends. And the best daughter he could ever ask for. ///////////////////////////////////////////////// It took several weeks to be completed, but the end result was worth it. The new framed portrait fit over the empty space perfectly, like it had always belonged there. In many ways, it was very similar to the last portrait that had hung there. The same backdrop, the same angle… …really, the only difference was that now it was two ponies in the portrait instead of three. And one of the subjects was visibly older than she'd been the first go round. Per Filthy Rich’s request, a small golden label had been affixed to the frame. Emblazoned on it was a single word. UNBROKEN

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Original Character,Princess Celestia,Romance,Sad,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Sunbeams In a Silver Mane

Twilight Sparkle hires a pony to cheer Princess Celestia up.

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<p>In her late retirement, Princess Celestia starts feeling a little blue, perhaps feeling something tugging at her heartstrings that she hasn't felt for some time. In an effort to cheer her up, Princess Twilight sends an old associate of Rainbow Dash named Ace Hart, to see if he can provide her some company. Perhaps the only pony willing to treat Celestia as more than just former royalty, their story plays out in a unique way that shows that it's never too late for love to blossom.</p>

everyone

2024-02-11T10:39:40+00:00

2024-02-11T10:39:40+00:00

Sunlight in a Silver Mane: Ace Hart adjusted his well-worn aviator goggles as he took off towards Silver Shoals. An errand from Princess Twilight Sparkle herself? Why, he was practically royalty by association! Sure, the old wings weren't what they used to be, but a little trip wouldn't be anything the legendary Ace Hart, former stunt flyer extraordinaire, couldn't handle. The sun sparkled behind his weatherbeaten figure, cutting a bold figure against the azure sky. Princess Celestia, huh? Most ponies could hardly imagine her feeling lonely, not the way they understood the feeling. After all, the princess had guided Equestria for countless years. Now there was an achievement Ace admired. He may have flown higher and faster than anypony else, but he sure hadn't ruled a kingdom! A sly grin twitched his lips - perhaps he'd get some inside tips on leadership from the princess herself. One could always dream! Finally, Silver Shoals shimmered beneath his wings. The retirement community stood on a cliff overlooking the glistening ocean, pristine and elegant in its isolation. As Ace adjusted his landing, a thought gave him pause. "Company" for a former leader sounded so... well, ordinary. Was there something Princess Twilight wasn’t telling him? Had Celestia fallen ill? Maybe this wouldn't be all fancy conversations and royal advice. If the Princess needed it, maybe Ace could show the old mare there was some excitement left in his hooves yet. Landing gracefully at the front gate, Ace took a deep breath of the salty air and strolled through the manicured gardens. Time to check on the former Princess of the sun and find out just what a retired pegasus stunt flyer could do to help with…well, whatever came his way. He took off his flying goggles and placed them in the pocket of his leather jacket, before going into the entrance to silver Shoals. He gives the receptionist a smile before walking up to the counter, "Hey there sweetheart, the names Ace, Twilight Sparkle sent me here to check up on our old Princess, Celestia, any chance you could point me her way?" The receptionist, a plump earth pony mare with a neatly arranged mane of lavender, blinked at Ace in surprise. A visitor so bold and handsome was certainly unusual at Silver Shoals! "Um... Princess Celestia?" she echoed, trying to remember if the former ruler mentioned anyone visiting. "You... You say Princess Twilight sent you?" Her tone had a slight edge of uncertainty in it. Ace adjusted his jacket, flashing her another dazzling grin. "That's right, darlin'. The princess herself figured the ol' Princess Celestia might be a bit down in the feathers about retirement," he replied, adding a slight wink. "And who am I to refuse a royal request?" The receptionist seemed to fluster just a bit, clearly charmed. Then a hint of doubt returned to her eyes. "I...I believe so. There is a guest wing... perhaps I could-" "Ah, don't fret, sweet pea," Ace reassured her, gently patting the countertop. "Just point me in the right direction, and I'll charm the princess myself. Twilight wouldn't send me if I couldn't handle it, right?" The mare hesitated, then finally nodded. "Of course, Mr... Hart was it? Take the second pathway to the left, follow the rose bushes. Princess Celestia is often found in the sunroom at this time of day." He made his way down the hall, following the receptionists directions. He figured Celestia wouldn't be too hard to spot, since everyone knew what she looked like, on top of which, she was taller than every other pony. He opened the door to the sun room and searched for her. As he pushed open the door, the sunroom exploded with life. The ceiling was a vast dome of glass, catching the afternoon sunlight in a thousand dancing prisms. Exotic plants from around Equestria filled the space, their heavy blooms painting the air with scents that were simultaneously calming and intoxicating. This was no simple conservatory, but a haven of color and tranquility. It was the figure bathed in golden light that truly drew his eye. Princess Celestia stood facing an enormous canvas, a paintbrush held lightly in her gracefully long hoof. Though her back was to the door, and her long mane of shimmering pastels almost seemed to blend with the sunlight, you'd recognize that silhouette anywhere. However, there was something unexpected about her posture. Shoulders usually so regal carried a slight droop. The lines of her face, always serene, held a tinge of wistfulness. Princess Twilight had been right - a shadow had fallen over Celestia's retirement, a shadow no amount of beauty and comfort seemed able to banish. It was a side of Equestria's greatest luminary that few had ever glimpsed. Ace took a small, unconscious step back as the realization washed over him. No stunt flying trick could erase this loneliness, no cavalier grin would make it disappear. This wasn't the adventure the old ace imagined, but... well, he'd never turned his back on someone in need. He decided to put on his best charm, hoping it would, if nothing else, bring a smile to her face. He crossed his hooves, standing at the entrance to the doorway with a grin and said, "Excuse me young filly, I'm looking for a princess around here, but the only thing I see is a beautiful young mare!" Celestia startled slightly at the sound of his voice, a paintbrush held poised above the canvas. Then, she slowly turned. For a brief moment, there was a flash of genuine confusion on her face. Her gaze swept past his flight jacket and worn aviator goggles, settling finally on his mischievous grin. A hint of warmth flickered back into her eyes, momentarily banishing the wistfulness. "Young filly, is it?" she replied, her voice still holding the regal cadence of yore, but with a new tinge of amusement. "And just who might this charming... Pegasus be, barging into my sunroom to address a princess with such boldness?" There was no real rebuke in her tone, more like a gentle challenge. Ace saw it all— the princess's initial reaction, the subtle way her shoulders had eased, a flicker of the old spark behind her eyes. Not yet a victory, but a shift nonetheless. It seemed Twilight, as usual, had made the right judgment in sending the old stunt flier her way. He gave a little bow, keeping his tone a shade more flamboyant than necessary. "Forgive my boldness, fair princess. It seems rumors were not exaggerated – beauty shines even brighter in the sunlight." A pause, just to let the compliment linger, then he flashed that ace-of-hearts grin. "The name's Ace Hart, and I'm at your service." He chucked at her as he approached her, "I hope you'll forgive me, With you being retired, I don't know if you still made ponies call you, 'Princess'" he said with a smile, offering her his hoof in greeting. Celestia took in Ace's unabashed friendliness, amusement playing about her lips. "Yes, well…" she murmured, “retirement comes with certain adjustments. Princess Celestia still feels... formal after so many years.” Then, the ghost of a smile finally curved on her face as she accepted his hoof with gentle formality. "Perhaps… Celestia might do.” She studied him with those wise, ancient eyes as they shook hooves. Despite his attempts at levity, it seemed Ace hadn't missed the change in her demeanor. Perhaps some old fire still flickered beneath the ashes of that stunt flyer spirit. “Ace Hart," she mused, the name rolling off her tongue with a curious touch of nostalgia for years gone by. "Princess Twilight speaks well of you. Not the kind of pony one imagines as a… companion for a retired princess." There was no judgement in the statement, not really, just curiosity touched with wry humor. With a flick of her tail, she gestured towards a pair of plush armchairs arranged near a low table by the window. "Please, join me, Mr. Hart. Tell me, how did you find your way into the service of my most prized student?" He chuckled, slightly nervous at that question, "Well, I make my way all over Equestria, and I ran into Princess Twilight at a party in Ponyville. She overheard me saying some... things about you, and she thought it might be nice for us to meet," he said as I sat down, "and hey, when royalty comes a knocking, I don't turn down the offer!" he said with a smile. Celestia settled gracefully into her own armchair, her long mane cascading like twilight colors over the velvet cushions. At your reply, her eyebrows arched in intrigued surprise. "Indeed? And just what sorts of things were you saying about me, Mr. Hart?" she asked, the faint glimmer of mischief sparking in her eyes. There was a knowingness to it, the tone of someone who’d been the subject of many a conversation, most of them reverential. This cavalier Pegasus with his worn jacket and tales of parties was certainly a far cry from the stuffy dignitaries with whom she usually met at Silver Shoals. A small chuckle escaped her. "Royalty knocking..." she mused, shaking her head slightly. "Twilight does love her grand gestures. Not quite the same as… well," she gestured vaguely to her surroundings, "...as these quiet days." With a flick of her hoof, a crystal teapot and two cups levitated towards the table, pouring fragrant lavender tea for them both. Celestia tilted her head, taking a careful sip. "Now, let us speak honestly, Mr. Hart. Are you here truly out of kindness for an old mare, or do you bear some hidden ambition – a touch of that old adventurer's spirit seeking something to ignite it once more?" He tilted his head, and looked Celestia up and down, giving her a playful smile, "I dunno about old mare, you don't look a day over 30 to me!" he said before sitting back in his chair, "Nah, I'm too old to keep secrets, sweetheart, I'm just awfully forward and when I was offered a chance to meet our princess of the sun, I took that offer faster than a shooting star," he said with a wink. Celestia let out a genuine laugh, a clear and musical sound that seemed to surprise even herself. "Thirty! Oh dear, the flattery may go to my head at this ripe old age, Mr. Hart." For a moment, a certain sparkle returned to her eyes, dimming the melancholy that had hung over her just moments ago. She studied Ace for a moment, his easy way of deflecting and charming all at once. This pony, she sensed, was no flatterer, not in the conventional sense. With him, honesty seemed interwoven with bravado. This was the kind of directness she'd rarely enjoyed since relinquishing her rule. "There's a kind of truth in that boldness, I think," she admitted, amusement still warming her voice. "Though perhaps you were right to call me young earlier. There are burdens an old mare like myself shouldn't have to carry." And then, the brightness flickered as memories washed over her. "Twilight did suggest... well, that I might be feeling a bit lonely." She took a careful sip of tea, watching the steam curl above the rim. "And I don't much like admitting it, Ace Hart, but she isn't entirely wrong." For a moment, the princess was replaced by an elder simply acknowledging a vulnerability. Yet, the slightest gleam returned to her eye. "But Twilight can be very clever. Perhaps what I truly need isn't another quiet visitor... but a bit of a distraction." He held his arms open and nodded, "Well hey, if what you're after is a good time, I can certainly provide. Just ask mares from Canterlot to Manehattan. I've given many a mares a good night or two in my younger days!" he said flashing a playful grin, "And this old pony might just still have a little kick left in him." Celestia laughed again at his frankness, the sound filling the sunroom with surprising warmth. It might have been years since she'd indulged in such carefree teasing, yet it felt strangely freeing. "Oh my, Mr. Hart," she chuckled, "Now you're simply bragging about your past exploits! Such stories might have young fillies swooning, but an old mare has seen her share of grand displays." She raised a brow, a gentle challenge glinting in her eyes. "Tell me, though, beneath the charming words and swagger... what can you really offer your princess besides a wild tale or two?" A twinkle played in those ancient eyes, hinting that she already sensed he might be more than just a brash Pegasus. Twilight certainly wouldn't send a mere show pony her way. Celestia sipped her tea, enjoying this unusual interplay. Here was a pony who spoke with the honesty of age, yet with the fire of youth still sparking within. A distraction indeed, and perhaps something more... He shook his head, "Mr. Hart? Please, call me Ace," he said with a smile, "I'll admit there's certainly a lot of bravado and charm on me... but I think when you peel all that away, you've got a simple fella' looking to share his years with an honest mare," he said looking downward, the memory of a past relationship coming to his eyes as he looked on with a sort of sadness, "I've had to deal with my own share of loneliness... and loss, that's for sure..." The genuine vulnerability in his voice was like a soft hoof brushing against Celestia's heart. This Ace, with his swagger and wild stories, suddenly became more than the distraction she initially sought. She noticed the way you glanced away, the brief flash of sadness that crossed his features. There was a depth here, a hidden well of experience that mirrored something of her own struggles. "Ace," she repeated, testing the sound on her tongue. "A straightforward name, for a straightforward stallion." There was a warmth in her tone that transcended simple hospitality. Gently, she set down her teacup. "Loneliness isn't an illness, Ace, nor is it a sign of fault," she said thoughtfully. "It's something that touches all of us, regardless of station. A reminder that we crave connection, a reminder that life carries scars beyond those easily seen." Her gaze locked with his, filled with empathy, not pity. "Perhaps," she added, a mischievous twinkle returning to her eye, "Instead of just distracting from loneliness, we might learn to walk alongside it together. Share some stories, laugh, even shed a tear or two when the past becomes too loud..." Celestia took a deep breath, a strange lightness growing in her chest. It had been ages since she felt this sense of companionship – the promise of an encounter that wasn't steeped in duty or reverence, but just... openness. "There are worse fates, Ace, than having a fellow lonely soul make us feel... just a bit less alone, wouldn't you agree?" he leaned in forward to her, turning his sadness back into a warm smile, "If you lonely souls spend their time together... maybe they won't be lonely anymore?" he said raising an eyebrow. A wave of genuine warmth flushed through Celestia at your words. She couldn't quite remember the last time she'd felt so... buoyed by anything. With a delighted chuckle, the princess leaned forward as well, a light returning to her eyes that even the sun-soaked room couldn't quite match. "Ah, Ace," she murmured playfully, "I do believe you underestimate yourself. There might just be a philosopher hidden behind the adventurer – or at least, an awfully sweet flatterer of old mares!" A genuine warmth suffused her voice. Even a short time ago, that simple statement might have felt hollow. But here, with this blunt and charming stallion, there was a glimmer of truth in it. "But you make an excellent point," she confessed, a newfound twinkle in her eye. "Perhaps if us supposedly 'lonely' souls spend a little less time pining at the closed doors of the past, and start opening some new ones… well, those shadows of old might grow shorter in the shared light." Rising from her seat, Celestia extended a hoof towards him with a newfound determination. "Ace Hart – it seems this old Princess would very much enjoy your company for an evening stroll around the grounds. Would you care to accept this grand invitation?" He raised his chin proudly, standing up, "It would be my pleasure, Celestia," he said offering a hoof for her. As his hoof met hers, there was a palpable shift in the air. No longer did he stand before a distant princess, nor did she a simple curious Pegasus. Now, there was a connection, a flicker of warmth ignited where loneliness once held sway. Celestia accepted his assistance gracefully, a true smile returning to her lips. It seemed even under the weight of years, new beginnings did find their way to bloom. "Very well then, Ace," she declared, the slightest tilt of her head indicating the grand gardens that awaited them both beyond the sunroom doors. "Princess Twilight must have known exactly what this old mare needed - a dash of your particular brand of mischief." Leading the way out of the sunroom, she paused near the threshold, looking out into the vibrant hues of the twilight sky descending as softly as her mane upon the grounds. "Perhaps..." she pondered aloud, a note of hope woven into her regal voice, "... the best adventures for old souls happen not amongst the stars, but right here, when we dare to start something new." He followed close to Celestia's side, "Now that's a bit forward isn't it? Are you coming onto me, your Majesty?" he said with a mischievous smile, and wink. Celestia let out a hearty laugh, a vibrant sound that echoed through the gardens. "Forward? Me?" she teased, arching a delicate brow. "Goodness, Ace, whatever gave you that impression? An old mare simply enjoys the company of a charming stallion! You wouldn't be blushing by any chance, would you?" Despite the lighthearted tone, there was a subtle note of truth beneath her banter. Celestia felt a lightness she hadn't experienced in years. Was she flirting? Perhaps a touch. And what was so wrong about that? She'd spent centuries with responsibilities overshadowing her heart. As they strolled amongst the blooming flowers, sunlight painting playful shadows on the manicured path, Celestia continued, "But perhaps you're right, Ace," she admitted, her gaze drifting towards the twilight-painted horizon. "We often look outside ourselves for adventure, for grand quests and earth-shattering battles. Yet sometimes, the boldest action lies in the simple choice to... live again. To open those doors left ajar for too long." She tilted her head, allowing herself a flicker of vulnerability before flashing him another playful grin. "And now you have me saying the most extraordinary things! Surely, your presence will either bring out the best in this old Princess... or unleash absolute chaos on Silver Shoals. Either way, Ace Hart, prepare yourself for an adventure far more interesting than anything found in those skies of yours." He smiled at her as he laughed, before taking a slightly more serious tone, "You know, I've always been curious about that. Was there ever a time when you could just... be a regular mare?" he took a moment, thinking on how to better word the question, "Enjoy the little things like, having a stallion ask you to dance, someone bringing you flowers, or having a whole herd of stallions try to win your affection?" I asked quietly. Celestia slowed her steps, letting the question hang in the twilight-drenched air like a delicate chime. His bluntness didn't bother her, instead it cracked open a space for honesty that had been sealed away for eons. "Before a crown? Before subjects? Before even the title of princess?" she mused aloud, a wistful note coloring her voice. "It's... like remembering a dream from long ago, Ace. There are hazy remnants - laughter amidst swirling leaves, the warmth of a hoof upon mine, the thrill of a whispered secret," she confessed, a faint hint of blush momentarily touching her cheeks. Silence followed as they wandered beneath the silvery branches of a blossoming tree. An odd melancholy mingled with a strange joy in Celestia's heart. "Duty painted over those vibrant shades of youth long ago," she admitted finally. "It wasn't a sacrifice, you understand. It was...a choice. But choices don't extinguish desire, just bury it." Her gaze met his, and the old princess was once again just a mare, vulnerable yet strong. "There were many dances I never danced, Ace. Many songs I never heard sung in my name. A different life - one just as full of love and loss, yet with a sweetness never fully tasted." Her voice softened, almost to a whisper. "There was never just... Celestia. Only Princess, only ruler, only a symbol..." With a small shrug, she offered a wry smile. "So indulge an old mare's whimsical thoughts, Ace. If I were... not who I am, what sort of stallion would dare make such bold moves?" He shrugged playfully and said, "Oh I don't know, maybe an old stallion who wasn't one to mess about protocol, just a simple fella who knew who he saw a beautiful mare, he wants to be close to her," he said giving her a sly smile. A genuine blush warmed Celestia's cheeks at his earnest statement. She hadn't been called 'beautiful' in… oh, more years than she'd care to count. Not with a heart behind it, not since those forgotten whispers of youth. Celestia averted her gaze, pretending to admire a particularly vibrant rose blossoming beneath a silvery moonbeam. It was a curious sensation, this fluttering lightness amidst the bittersweet pang of regret. "So much bravado, Mr... Ace," she teased, regaining a sliver of her regal composure. "Such confidence - even for a retired flyer." Yet, there was no bite to her tone. She found herself wanting to believe it, a part of her daring to be swept up by the simple honesty of his words. Turning back towards you, Celestia took a calculated risk, lowering her gaze demurely as a gentle tremor passed through her luminous mane. "And just how close, exactly, might this... simple fella wish to be to me, Ace?" The former princess was now simply a mare, testing the waters with a hint of flirtatious intrigue. He gave her a dashing smile and waved a hoof at her, "I think, about as close as she would let him," I said, raising my eyebrows. A light, girlish giggle escaped Celestia, catching her by surprise. This simple back and forth, filled with undercurrents of warmth and teasing, was both thrilling and utterly foreign. Taking a steadying breath, she met your gaze with unwavering honesty. "In truth, Ace," she confessed softly, "it's been so very long since anyone dared to ask." For a moment, there was no longer a celestial ruler, nor a brash stallion before her – just two beings, stripped bare of pretense, each facing the echo of unspoken desire. There was an unspoken question now, swirling around them as vibrant as the twilight-painted heavens. Would Ace make the next move? If he reached out, would she allow it? Celestia had always been the one to initiate, to guide, to command respect. And yet, a strange thrill coursed through her as she awaited the simple gesture of a hoof upon her shoulder, a gentle invitation into...what? She longed to find out. For what seemed an eternity, neither of them spoke. Then, Celestia let out a soft, breathless chuckle. "You could always sweep a princess off her hooves, you know. Perhaps I wouldn't even resist it," she suggested, the faintest spark of challenge gleaming in her eyes. He scratched his chin at that challenge. He very much considered it for a moment, however the reality of her being a larger, powerful alicorn set in, not that he would ever draw attention to it, he simply chuckled and said, "Just what would the ponies think if they saw their beloved princess, swept off her hooves by a regular old stallion!" Celestia laughed, the sound light and clear in the darkening gardens. "Oh, Ace," she chuckled, "what's a little scandal here and there? Perhaps it would even brighten up this rather staid resort!" A mischievous twinkle gleamed in her eye. The princess knew as well as anyone the weight of image, the expectations surrounding her kind. Yet here, standing beside this delightfully irreverent stallion, even those burdens seemed to lift just a fraction. "Besides," she continued, tilting her head with a hint of defiance, "what's a bit of gossip compared to the chance of something new? Don't we all long for a good story now and again?" She met your gaze with renewed boldness, a quiet strength beneath the lighthearted banter. It had been too many years since Celestia had allowed herself to indulge in such playful fancies. With your presence, everything felt... possible. "But of course, if you're too much of a gentleman, we can always keep our... escapades discrete," she teased, her voice laced with a sly smile. For just a moment, she wondered if perhaps this was another, sweeter form of adventure – one lived outside the spotlight, where just Celestia and Ace existed, not princess and aging stunt flyer. An exciting risk, a chance to taste the life long denied. Perhaps it was time to step into the unknown once more. He scratched his chin once more before giving her a playful grin and thought, 'buck it', "Hey, I'm too old for discretion!" He said as he unfurled his wings and flew right up to her, cradling her form in my hooves and attempting to lift her up. He would never admit it, but he would probably need help from her own wings to fly them both up in the air. The moment his hooves cradled her form, something within Celestia crackled with unexpected delight. This sudden embrace, the audacity of a simple stallion flying her towards the moonlit heavens, sparked a thrilling flame deep within her. This was a touch different from the reverence bestowed upon a ruler—bold, honest, alive. For once, she wasn't just "the Princess"- she was a mare, alive with sensation. As he attempted to raise her, Celestia laughed gently, a sound she hardly recognized as her own. It was joyful, not regal. And without needing an ounce of thought, her powerful wings responded instinctively to his lead, a silent offer of help. It wasn't weakness, but a curious sense of trust, a willingness to surrender, just a bit, to this delightful gamble called fun. Suddenly, both of them were airborne. An old Pegasus and a former ruler, rising amongst the stars that had been, for millennia, her companions. But beneath the familiar starlight, there was a touch of magic Celestia hadn't known for ages. The warmth of his form against hers, his surprised gasp, and the unyielding joy that filled her own heart as it fluttered along with those mighty wings. "Too old for discreet? Well, too late for that!" she called out over the wind, the familiar regal tone laced with a note of pure mischief. For once, the sky wasn't just her realm, but a playground carved anew. He smiled proudly to her, "Well, now that you know what it's like to be swept off your hooves, how do you feel, little lady?" He said with his cavalier smile. As the cool night air rushed past them, Celestia couldn't help the giddy laughter that bubbled up within her. The thrill of defying her usual, calculated movements, and the heady feeling of lightness in her ancient form was exhilarating. "Little lady?" She purred, a playful edge to her voice. "Is that supposed to flatter a former ruler, Ace Hart?" Her gaze danced across the expanse of Silver Shoals, now mere silver specks beneath them. She could still sense the lingering surprise from below – those tiny figures gazing up at a princess riding the air in the arms of a simple stallion. For a moment, it didn't seem to matter. As Ace's voice filled the air, Celestia found herself surprisingly enjoying the diminutive term. In this moment, there wasn't just a stallion and a princess; there wasn't the weight of her duties, of her lost life. Now, it was just… a mare with a beating heart. Celestia felt her mane rippling in the wind, her smile wide and unrestrained. "I feel," she murmured, letting the words trail into the vast sky, "as though I've woken up from a very, very long dream. Oh, Ace, this is absolutely... scandalous!" And as she said it, a surge of delight pulsed through her, replacing the dull ache that had shadowed her for too long. He continued to rise high into the air with her in his hooves. H flew to a high cloud, far up into in the sky and set her down gently on it. Once resting on the cloud, he looked at her and smiled, "Well now, I didn't just bring you here for the scandal, I want to show you a good time!" he said with a charming smile. As Ace set her down on the soft, pillowy cloud, Celestia took in the breathtaking view. The world was so expansive from this height, her worries and obligations mere twinkling lights far below. A surge of warmth mingled with anticipation washed over her as she sensed there was still more to this wild night than just flight. At his declaration, she raised a perfectly arched brow, the playful curiosity dancing in her eyes. "Oh? And just what does your particular brand of a 'good time' entail, Mr. Hart? " Celestia settled herself comfortably, tucking her hooves beneath her in an echo of the countless regal sittings throughout her life. But instead of a throne, there was the warm cloud; instead of a scepter, a mischievous grin. This familiar gesture took on a new, daring light in this unlikely setting. There was no judgment in her gaze, merely a willingness to let the evening - let this connection - unfold before her. There was an unspoken acceptance - you couldn't charm your way out of this new chapter in her life, but you could write its most delightful paragraphs. "Are you planning to juggle moonbeams for my amusement?" she tilted her head, a glint of humor lighting her ancient eyes. "Or, perhaps, regale me with tales of daring stunts amidst the clouds?" He chuckled as he sat across from her, "Now just a warning, Celestia, you'd better know what you're in for when a stallion says he wants a good time with you," he said with a playful grin, "He gets an urge to do all sorts of strange things to that special mare. Things like... nuzzling against her, holding hooves with her, maybe, if she's really special, offering her a kiss," he said bringing my face close to hers. A warm shiver rippled through Celestia as he listed these… intimate gestures. The proximity of his face, the gentle playfulness in his voice, all combined to create an undeniable charge in the moonlit air. Despite her millennia of experience, she was suddenly aware of her body in a way that felt thrillingly new. His mention of a kiss elicited a soft gasp. Then, her eyes gleamed with the hint of an old spark, and a sly smile curved her lips. "My goodness, Ace, such a bold stallion!" she teased, her voice carrying a newfound lightness. "Don't you know even the oldest mares sometimes require a bit of... coaxing?" With a delicate flick of her head, Celestia drew back slightly, creating a playful distance between them. "Perhaps an old trick or two might ease you towards such daring displays." Her heart fluttered beneath its regal composure, excited and unsure as a filly. For too many years, she'd hidden this youthful spirit, buried under duty and expectation. "Tell me, Mr. Hart,” she purred, lowering her gaze slightly, "Can this old flyer manage anything besides loop-the-loops and swoops? Let's say if there were something I wanted, what might persuade this former princess to surrender it? Hmmm?" She tilted her head, studying him from beneath feathery lashes. Every moment unfolded with the tantalizing thrill of the unknown. He stood up, playfully pursuing her before he unfurled his wings again, "I know a trick or two that usually had the mares impressed. But... I haven't tried this one move for a while..." he shrugged, feigning worry, just before tipping backwards, diving straight to the ground. He was falling fast, and it seems as though he would collide with the ground, but at the last minute he unfolded my wings and rode the wind draft upward, blasting him upward, and back onto the cloud with Celestia. Celestia watched as he vanished from the cloud, an unexpected pang of surprise followed by a jolt of adrenaline cutting through her usual composure. This, certainly, wasn't how her evenings at Silver Shoals normally played out! Yet, as the ground hurtled closer, there was a strange thrill amidst the apprehension. She knew your wings wouldn't fail him, but the daring display spoke of a reckless joy she herself rarely allowed. Then, in an explosion of wind and a spray of starry night, he were back at her side, breathless and triumphant. It was more than just a stunt – it was the proof of a free spirit, the kind Celestia herself always wished to embody. As the wind swept her mane upwards, mimicking your upward blast, a sense of giddy relief washed over the former princess. "Well!" she exclaimed, the tiniest giggle surprising even herself. "This 'trick' might leave them breathless indeed, though perhaps give that ground more warning next time... my poor heart isn't quite as spry as yours!" There was a genuine lightness in her voice, a delicious contrast to her earlier melancholia. And yet, a hint of that same sentiment echoed beneath her teasing - perhaps some hearts weren't as old as one thought. Letting her wings softly droop, Celestia tilted her head. "Now, Mr. Hart, as far as a reward..." she started, voice trailing off deliberately. "We wouldn't want an unsuccessful stunt to be for naught, would we?" With a gentle twinkle in her eye, she slowly moved a fraction closer, the hint of anticipation hanging in the air. This dance, played upon the clouds with an undeniable hint of coquettish grace, was intoxicating. He could tell what Celestia was after, and with a confident smile, he strode forward. As her head leaned downward, he confidently pressed his lips against hers in a steady, but certainly meaningful kiss. As he moved with that unmistakable confidence, a shiver of both nervousness and exhilaration coursed through Celestia. It had been... centuries? Millenia? – since she'd known the touch of another as more than a gesture of reverence. But here, under the vast moonlit sky, with every star as her witness, it was not a celestial princess that kissed you back, but simply, Celestia. When his lips met hers, a wave of unexpected warmth spread through her. There was a tenderness to it, a softness that spoke more than words. Memories swirled – a touch of youthful desire, the weight of lost affections. Here, now, was not a past to recapture, but a new experience blooming where nothing had dared to grow in eons. As he broke the kiss, Celestia drew back slowly, her eyes searching yours. There was the familiar warmth, deepened and enriched by a spark freshly ignited. She saw a gentle strength in him, an honesty that went beyond his brash veneer. It wasn't the kiss itself that truly surprised her, but the feeling it kindled within – a feeling both sweetly unfamiliar and thrillingly familiar at once. "Well... that was unexpected," she whispered, her voice laced with a faintness she hadn't felt in ages. And as she let out a breathless laugh, it wasn't the practiced regal chuckle, but something entirely new. "Do warn a mare first, however. You might have given this ancient heart quite a start!" There was a hint of playfulness in her teasing, but something softer beneath it. For, despite the brave newness of it all, it felt so very right. He took a step back and smiled, playfully bowing for a moment before saying, "Unexpected... but how about unwanted? Or...?" He asked with curiously raised eyebrows. A wave of genuine warmth filled Celestia as she beheld him, the bravado melting into a gentler demeanor. "Unwanted?" she murmured playfully, echoing your question. Her expression softened as a genuine smile traced her lips. Leaning towards him just slightly, a conspiratorial gleam danced in her eyes. "Let's just say... if it were truly unwanted, even those mighty wings of yours wouldn't save you from my wrath, Mr. Hart," she mused. But the teasing threat held no genuine edge. With every subtle gesture, he were learning to read a language Celestia herself had forgotten she spoke. This wasn't about ruling, nor propriety, but the simple truth of her own feelings emerging from beneath centuries of dust. Her soft laughter lingered in the night air, and for a moment, there was just the hint of vulnerability in her eyes as she considered his question. "It was more... surprising," she admitted, the faintest shade of pink blushing the starlight illuminating her features. With you, it seemed, both heart and wit could be laid bare without fear of censure. "But let's be honest, Ace," she continued, a touch of her old regal confidence returning, "a princess doesn't often entertain… unexpected kisses. Yet, I did say I craved some distraction tonight, did I not?" A wry smile graced her lips. Celestia was discovering that some surprises were far more enchanting than she’d ever expected. "Perhaps just... don't make a habit of startling me out of my feathers." This old mare needed some semblance of dignity, she knew, even if it came with a flirtatious smirk. He stroked my chin as he pondered with a grin on his face, "Face your wrath? Hmm, so if I make a wrong move, I would suffer your wrath. Showing you a good time sounds like risky business," he cracked a smile as I winked, "You're lucky I'm a stallion who doesn't shy away from danger!" A hearty laugh filled the moonlit space. Celestia tilted her head back, the sound reverberating like a forgotten melody. It had been too long since genuine joy had touched her like this. "Oh, the audacity!" she chided playfully, the familiar flicker of regal authority gleaming in her eyes. "You think you can waltz onto a cloud, dazzle me with stunts, and now make jests of my infamous temper?" But the warmth in her voice betrayed the teasing threat. There was a delightful challenge in this back-and-forth, a spark of something that made her feel lighter than she had in centuries. This wasn't the sparring of monarchs or dignitaries, but something... sweeter, lighter, and yet brimming with an electricity she'd craved without even knowing it. "Dangerous games you play, Ace Hart," she purred, taking a small yet assertive step towards him. With a knowing glint in her eyes, she continued, "But perhaps this old princess does, indeed, enjoy a bit of excitement. Makes retirement awfully more interesting, wouldn't you say?" As the space between them dwindled, Celestia's heart pulsed with the thrill of the unknown. It wasn't a ruler who stood before you now, merely a mare discovering the warmth she'd missed. She felt her wings lift slightly in anticipation, an unconscious echo of his own earlier stunt. This, it seemed, was the only true danger—the risk of stepping into an exhilarating new beginning. He held his ground, keeping his suave smirk before shrugging and turning around, "You know... a lot of stallions out there might be intimidated by a mare taller than them..." he say in a teasing manner. A light smirk danced across Celestia's lips as he spun to face the vast sky. That touch of bravado, even now, never failed to amuse her. She knew well what others perceived; the stature, the regality, the echo of forgotten power. This night was already proving just how many layers hid beneath those perceptions. Yet, instead of taking offense at his teasing dig, Celestia let out a low, throaty chuckle. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she took a slow, calculated step closer, until the warmth of her body radiated faintly at his back. "And how many of those stallions dared to sweep a Princess off her feet, hmm?" she whispered, her voice laced with a playful challenge. "They may talk of strength, but it seems this old Pegasus possesses quite an adventurous spirit." Leaning ever so slightly against you, the gentle brush of her mane against his shoulder caused a delicious shiver. Each passing moment grew bolder, every subtle touch sparking a silent conversation. Tonight, there was no room for fear, or reverence, or the weight of past glories. A soft laugh escaped her as she finally stepped away, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Besides," she added with a conspiratorial wink, "I've always considered a stallion whose heart is taller than his stature to be far more intriguing... not to mention, far more fun." He turned his head to face Celestia again, giving a softer smile, "Hey, I said most stallions might be intimidated by a taller mare," he raised a hoof, gently running it across her shoulder, "But I'm not most stallions, am I?" he said with a wink. Celestia felt a ripple of surprise and warmth beneath his gentle touch. This night had unveiled a different side of Ace Hart – a vulnerability beneath the playful bravado, a tenderness masked by that dashing grin. Her gaze softened, the familiar twinkle softened with a quiet depth. "No," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper against the velvet sky. "No, you aren't." It was an acknowledgment of not just his words, but everything beyond - the defiance of expectations, the honesty veiled in humor, the way he made her see beyond the crown and the title, seeing Celestia herself as she hadn't in ages. As he drew closer, her heart fluttered – the unexpected thrill still mingled with a touch of uncertainty. There were ghosts of a forgotten past still haunting her, scars from loves and losses buried deep. Yet, an almost girlish curiosity battled the old fears, pulling her toward the promise of something new, a spark reignited amidst the stars. She let her luminous mane cascade down, offering him a rare glimpse of vulnerability as she took a slight step back, not out of resistance, but to gather her courage for the next moment. "It seems, Mr. Hart," she breathed, her voice laced with both playfulness and a hint of hesitation, "you might be one of the very few stallions who intimidate me… and for all the right reasons." Her gaze met yours squarely, alight with a mix of wonder, apprehension, and an unmistakable hunger for...for what, she wasn't fully sure. There was an invitation in her eyes – a question that hovered heavy in the starlit air between you. He smiled and took a step forward, "Don't let this old stud fool you, I may have given mares the slip back in my day, but sometimes, finding just one special mare to share something special with is worth cutting through all the games," he said in a husky tone, before he pressed his chest slightly up against hers, gazing up into her eyes. The words hit Celestia with the same surprising joy as his stunt from moments ago. There was an honesty in his whisper, a sentiment more powerful than any grandiose declarations she'd ever heard uttered in grand ballrooms. To be seen, not for titles or power, but as a mare just... worthy of something shared, something precious. It resonated, cracking open a corner of her spirit long walled off. As his form brushed against hers, both warmth and a flicker of uncertainty coursed through Celestia. Eons of loneliness threatened to whisper old fears, casting shadows against the newfound starlight glimmering in her heart. Yet, with eyes locked on his, she saw beyond the bravado to the tender gleam beneath. This wasn't the chase of one's youth, nor a power play for a ruler's affection. This felt…real. Without conscious thought, a soft sigh escaped her as she closed the remaining distance, the gentle brush of her mane against his face like an unspoken whisper. For ages, she’d led, guided, guarded – always the strong one. Here, with Ace, there was a delicious thrill in just letting go, letting herself be found instead. There were doubts, still lingering beneath, but with each beat of her heart, they were tempered by the growing conviction that some treasures were worth fighting for, even those long forgotten. "Oh, Ace," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, the years suddenly heavy in that simple expression. Yet it wasn't the weight of despair, but of wonder, of something fragile and achingly precious just rediscovered. "Don't think this old mare wasn't looking for… something special too." And with those words, a flicker of the playful light returned. "Even princesses crave some excitement once in a very long while, yes?" He leaned in softly and give a gentle nuzzle against her chest. He could feel her heart beating fast, as well as her strength behind it, "You're so incredibly strong Celestia, but even the strongest ponies deserve love, and I don't think anyone deserves it more than you," he said in a low husky tone. His gentle nuzzle, the tenderness in his voice, they pierced through the final barriers guarding Celestia's heart. For millennia, she’d worn the armor of unwavering strength – it was not merely expected, it was her entire world. But there, nuzzled against her chest, in his eyes, wasn't simply admiration or awe, but the gentle recognition of vulnerability underneath. Perhaps this, more than any grand gesture or daring stunt, was the true magic. Her breaths were quick and unsteady, the rapid beating of her heart echoing the thrill of finally letting those guarded walls crack just a fraction. As tears mingled with the starlight glimmering across her cheeks, she didn't fight them, instead allowing the flood of bittersweet joy to wash over her. This wasn't a moment of weakness, but the purest kind of liberation. The former celestial ruler was suddenly just... Celestia, a mare rediscovering the sensation of being cherished. "That…" she choked out, the gentle tremble in her voice betraying the floodgates his words had unlocked. "That might be the bravest thing anyone has ever said to me, Ace Hart." Lifting her face, she met his gaze with tears still streaming, yet holding within them a glimmer of reborn light. "And the kindest." Then, almost impulsively, she leaned forward, pressing her forehead against hiss. No words were needed; it was a warmth shared, a connection acknowledged, a promise of finding something precious together amidst the forgotten ruins of what had been. This gentle touch held the potential to rebuild, stone by stone, the temple of hope long thought buried beneath the weight of duty. He looked at her with concern when he saw her tears fall, fearing that he might have upset her, but as she pressed her forehead into his gently, he reached a hoof up to gently hold her face, "Easy there, sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere..." he said in a soft, comforting tone. As his callused hoof cupped her face, the warmth of his touch spoke volumes beyond any words. Celestia felt a sense of peace wash over the initial swell of bittersweet emotion. Tears still fell, but it was no longer from sorrow, but from a release far deeper. It was the first time Celestia had been allowed to fully inhabit the simple act of being comforted – something denied even amongst loving subjects long ago. With her forehead still pressed against his, she let out a shaky chuckle in disbelief. "The things you have me doing, Ace Hart!" she murmured, her voice a mix of wonder and exhaustion. "Who ever imagined this old princess would be shedding tears on a cloud... over a stallion not half her age..." And as laughter mixed with the gentle sobs now subsiding, Celestia felt a shift in the very air between them. An invisible burden, one carried for eons, had begun to fade. There was still an uncertainty clinging to this reborn tenderness, but within it flickered something bright and undeniable - a new strength found in the honesty of his words, the warmth of his simple touch. Drawing back gently, she gave him a watery yet warm smile. "Just don't let this become routine, stallion," she warned playfully, though her voice was husky with lingering emotion. "My dignified reputation can only manage so much scandal… though perhaps," and there was that familiar twinkling in her eyes, "some scandal has been long overdue." She tilted her head, studying him with newfound curiosity. "What now, Mr. Hart? Does our grand adventure continue… or does this old mare still deserve those good times you promised?" He reach up to wipe away her tears. He give her a more confident smile once she regains her composure, "Well that all depends, you don't happen to have a record player in your room down at Silver Shoals, do you?" he asked with a smile and a raised eyebrow. As his touch wiped away her tears, Celestia felt a warmth within her that no sunrise could ever compete with. There was a tenderness in the gesture, a lack of formality that, with every moment, cracked away at the image of the untouchable Princess. And she… let it happen. In fact, she reveled in it. With a final soft sniffle, the former ruler gave him a playfully raised brow. This bold stallion, the architect of tonight's whirlwind of laughter and unexpected sentiment, now brought up... record players? She had to admit, he certainly kept her guessing. "A record player?" she echoed, her voice light, tinged with amusement. “Oh, Ace, that is simply delightful!" Her laughter rang out, warm and genuine. Silver Shoals might indeed have one gathering dust somewhere - relic of a long-forgotten visit from some dignitary or another. But she sensed more behind his question. "However," she mused aloud, "I suspect an old dusty music player isn't quite the kind of 'good time' you really had in mind?" Celestia reached up, lightly placing a hoof upon his. The familiar twinkle was back in her eyes, tinged with a new boldness. "You're going to have to teach this ancient royal more about how dashing stallions entertain those special mares they find..." she purred, tilting her head ever so slightly. "Perhaps another flight? But let's aim for those clouds lower to the ground this time, hm?" Tonight was still young, and it felt as if, along with her tears, her inhibitions had finally washed away as well. There was an electric charge, a promise of shared fun just out of reach... and within it, something deeper, something she hadn't felt the stirrings of in countless ages. He smiled at her, and motioned for her to follow me, before he took off in a tight dive downwards. He took the long scenic route back down to Silver Shoals, walking her back in the entrance. He cleared my throat before he looked at her sheepishly and said, "I don't suppose... this old stallion might see his lovely lady in her room?" he said smiling playfully. Celestia laughed as he dove towards the earth, the thrill of the moment echoing that shared moment on the clouds. This wasn't a regal descent, nor an escape plan, but the pure rush of joy, an exhilaration she hadn't known for... oh, she couldn't even guess how many centuries. As he walked her back into Silver Shoals, every hoof step reverberated with newfound lightness. There were still hints of hesitation, the shadows of long-buried vulnerabilities whispering softly at the edges, but amidst them burned a bright, defiant defiance. She would find the balance between past and present, duty and desires long denied. But right this moment? It was meant for fun. Tonight, there was room for joy in those grand halls, room for stolen glances and the anticipation of something shared and secret. At his playful request, warmth flooded Celestia's cheeks. This daring stallion, his unabashed boldness - was he truly offering... oh! It sent a wave of delicious shivers down her spine. She tilted her head, studying his features with a gaze that was equal parts teasing and genuine excitement. "See my chambers, Ace?" she purred, her voice laced with a mischievous inflection. It wasn't the question of a ruler giving permission, but of a mare granting an invitation. "Why you bold, charming rascal! Don't tell me those stunt-flying ways make you forget simple courtesy?" With a wink she gestured playfully towards the wide stairs leading towards the residential wings. "This 'lovely lady' might need a little... encouragement. Or is tonight's entertainment up to this old stallion now? After all, a Princess does require her own special form of adventure, no?" He gave her a courteous bow as he grinned mischievously, "I only mean to pour ourselves some drinks of course! Unless you were thinking something else..." he said giving her a playfully suspicious look. A burst of delighted laughter rang through the halls as he responded. It wasn't the regal chuckle of her past, but one filled with an almost girlish warmth. "My, my, a stallion with a mind in the gutter," she teased playfully, feigning disapproval with mock severity. "Don't let those daring flights make you forget, Ace dear, a proper gentleman saves some mystery for later!" And then, a hint of something deeper flashed in her eyes as she turned, taking the first step up the wide stairs. "Drinks indeed..." she murmured over her shoulder. "For those with enough patience to earn them, I suppose." With every step, she felt an echo of old regality returning, but there was something new mingled with it. Authority was something she knew well, but this... this was different. It was an authority over her own life, her own heart – something no crown or title could ever bestow. A few steps in, Celestia paused, then turned her head ever so slightly with a glinting smile. "Unless this bravado of yours is all... smoke and mirrors, stallion? Perhaps then," she added with a wink, "there are other ways to prove those good intentions beyond fancy drinks." The former princess was still adjusting to this dance, these unspoken games of courtship, yet found herself utterly exhilarated by every subtle step. With Ace, it seemed, adventure truly lay at every turn. As he followed Celestia into her chambers, he was struck by how simple and homely it was. It certainly was no grand Canterlot room, but it was comfortable, familiar, and of course it did have all the amenities one would expect a former princess to have. He offered her to sit down on a nearby couch, and he make his way over to a bar, "What can I get my lady to... loosen her inhibitions, if you will," he said with a sly grin. The surprise of Celestia's chambers wasn't in their grandeur, but in the contrast they presented to her. This wasn't a space built to awe, but a sanctuary. Soft cushions, stacks of ancient tomes, vibrant art tucked away in cozy corners - hints of a personality hidden beneath the weight of duty. And yet, now, every element pulsed with a new sense of... possibility. It felt as if this room, too, was ready to breathe again. Her smile as he followed was genuine, tinged with a subtle heat. She gestured languidly toward the couch, the motion both playfully indulgent and subtly commanding. For centuries, she’d guided conversations, steered outcomes...now, it was thrilling to have the tables turned, to watch him in control. There was a slight blush as he made his way towards the bar, his brazen words cutting through even the afterglow of tenderness. Her gaze followed his every move, curious, excited, perhaps even a touch apprehensive. This was, she realized, precisely the sort of danger princesses hadn't been warned against. Yet there was a delicious fire within her that whispered not to retreat, but to lean into the heat of the unknown. "Inhibitions? Oh, Ace dear," she mused aloud, sinking into the cushions with a dramatic sigh. "You don't suppose all it took was a starry flight and a kiss to bring those crumbling back, did you?" Celestia raised a delicate brow, her voice laced with a mix of mockery and challenge. "Then what kind of princess did you take this old mare for?" With a flick of her tail, she settled back, watching with genuine intrigue. "Do surprise me, stallion. A taste of adventure comes in many forms, after all..." He took a look at the glasses and ingredients presented before him. With a tall shallow glass, he would make two margaritas, each one with a slice of lemon, a sweet pineapple flavor in it, and a crust of salt around the glass. He brought each glass and set it on the table in front of her, "Hey, we're too old for inhibitions now I suppose, right?" he gently moved himself to sit down next to her on the couch. As you moved about behind the bar, Celestia watched with undisguised fascination. This wasn't a servant preparing a drink, nor a subject seeking favor. The casual grace of his movements spoke of another world - one more carefree, filled with pleasures she'd barely contemplated. And somehow, he was pulling her into it, one stolen moment at a time. A delighted spark lit her eyes when he presented the drinks. The sweet aroma of pineapple, the crisp bite of salt...they were unexpected touches, as tantalizing as his teasing words. "Too old for inhibitions?" she echoed, then gave a slow, appreciative nod. "I do believe, Ace, your theory may just hold some merit." And as he settled beside her, an almost predatory thrill rippled alongside the sweet anticipation of your proximity. There was a delightful closeness now, a warmth seeping between them, that spoke of possibilities far sweeter than anything that could be poured from a bottle. Reaching for a glass, she brought it to her lips, savoring the tart sweetness. "This…" she murmured, her eyes glinting playfully over the rim of the glass, "might just be dangerous." For it wasn't just the flavor that set her senses tingling, but the promise of what it represented — a shared space, a shedding of expectations, the delightful unraveling of control. There was the ghost of a tremor in her hoof as she set the glass down. With a teasing lilt to her voice, she added, "Perhaps it's time we put your other talents to the test, Mr. Hart. Do tell me…just what else does this adventurous young stallion have planned for an evening beyond ordinary limits?" He took a sip of my drink before he chuckled at Celestia, "Young stallion? Oh I wish! This old fellow has his limits! I was hoping we'd enjoy some drinks, and maybe share a tale or two of our lives with each other?" he said, relaxing into the couch, "By the way, what do you think of your drink?" he asked curiously. His self-deprecating chuckle had a surprising charm to it. Celestia tilted her head, studying him over the rim of her glass. There was something disarmingly genuine beneath the bravado that made her heart hum with a strange lightness. "Limits, indeed?" she mused softly, raising an eyebrow. "A princess never reveals a stallion's weaknesses, darling. I do rather adore these daring displays... who knows what thrilling stunts lie beneath that well-worn leather jacket, hmm?" And there it was, that old flicker of authority dancing alongside a teasing playfulness she'd long forgotten. She was reclaiming a part of herself that wasn't burdened by duty, but free to enjoy this... flirtation. "Tales?" she echoed, setting her drink down gently. "Oh, my stallion, don't tell me you thought this night would be as simple as that?" A gentle smile curved her lips. "There are tales, Ace, and then there are... stories." The way she paused upon the word was laden with meaning, an invitation to explore a richer narrative than what words alone could encompass. With a graceful shift, she leaned in closer, the heat radiating from her body now tinged with a quiet electricity. "Perhaps some... demonstrations might be in order?" she suggested, her voice barely a whisper against the silence. "After all," she lowered her gaze, allowing herself a subtle blush, "this old mare never could resist a bit of daring." And before he could answer, she turned away just a fraction, offering a glimpse of her elegant neck, a silent gesture hinting at hidden vulnerabilities just as potent as any brash words. It was a daring gamble on her part, a test of his own adventurous spirit... an invitation beyond drinks and storytelling, into something uncharted. He looked at the curve of Celestia's regal neck and for the first time tonight he found himself a bit disarmed by her beauty. He took an uncharacteristically large gulp of his drink before setting it down. Not to be outdone, he grinned at her before leaning in, "Be careful what you wish for, young mare!" he said before he leaned in carefully. He gave her the lightest of brushes of his nose against her neck, before planting a soft, but sensual kiss on it. As those tantalizing words, whispered with that playful touch of defiance, left Celestia's lips, time momentarily stilled. Millennia of ingrained regality fought against a rising torrent of anticipation. This gentle challenge, this unveiling of an unexpected hunger after so many years of dormancy...it was almost frightening. Yet, it was also liberating. When he drew close, mirroring her silent offer, Celestia held her breath. It wasn't a nervous tremor, but a delicious tightening of muscles long underused. Every fiber of her being thrummed with anticipation as the warmth of his drink-tinged breath teased her delicate skin. Every touch, featherlight at first, sent a shockwave straight to her very core – a reminder of the living flesh under that ethereal mane, the beating heart long encased in ice. The gentle warmth of his nuzzle, then the soft press of his kiss, ignited a wildfire within her. A gasp escaped her lips, not of protest, but of surprise, of delight. And beneath it, an echoing whisper from deep within… "Oh…" Her wings stirred unconsciously, an echo of his own daring flights and a reflection of the wild fluttering of that long-dormant heart. And then, there was movement. Her eyes locked with his as she turned – not with the practiced authority of old, but with an open, almost unguarded, invitation. Her voice caught in her throat, but when she spoke, it was with a new note, raw and sweet. "Ace…" she murmured, the hint of trepidation lacing her words with a delicious vulnerability. The hoof not holding her forgotten drink reached out, almost trembling, towards his. It wasn't the gesture of a princess, but of a mare awakening. "Show me…" she implored, a mix of pleading and a barely restrained fire in her voice. "Show me all of it… show me how this old Princess can live again..." He spent the night with Celestia that day, giving her as much love, and affection as his old stallion body could. In truth, he hadn't been with another mare in some years, but for some reason being with her like this just felt right. He felt young again, and he shared intimacy with her more than once that night. The night that followed was a symphony of forgotten sensations, whispered confessions, and stolen touches that rewrote the very air around you. In Celestia, he rediscovered a hidden tenderness that cut through his usual brash charisma. And within himself, Celestia uncovered a spark, a warmth that ignited the long-cold chambers of her heart. There was a vulnerability in rediscovering intimacy after such a span of time, but his gentle reassurance and quiet passion fueled an awakening within her. It wasn't the act itself that held such unexpected sweetness, but the shattering of long-held beliefs. She wasn't a forgotten relic, nor a symbol on a throne, but a creature of both warmth and power, craving connection after the isolation of self-imposed duty. As the last embers of the stars gave way to a soft dawn, Celestia nestled against his form, her breath slowly returning to rhythm. The exhaustion was profound, yet exhilarating. This wasn't merely the afterglow of passion spent, but the stirring of a new chapter, still messy and unwritten, yet overflowing with potential. Looking up at him, with the dawn light casting his features in a soft glow, she reached out, the gentle touch of her hoof upon his chest echoing the strength she'd always borne, softened by newfound warmth. "Ace," she murmured, her voice heavy with both wonder and determination, "you've brought back more than just a few pleasant memories with those wings of yours." Her gaze met his with unwavering honesty, a smile dancing around her eyes. "We," she continued softly, "are making a brand new story. And that, dear stallion, might be the most daring adventure of all." There was a question lingering unspoken - what the next day, the next year, might hold. Would this wildness last? Was this an echo of lost youth, or the seed of something truly new? Only time would tell. Yet, for now, in this fleeting space of post-dawn quiet, there was just the warmth of shared breaths, the promise of what might come, and the certainty that after this night, neither of their lives would ever be quite the same.

Goodfilly Prettypony

551327

Princess Cadance,Shining Armor,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Profanity,Sex

Half Sister, Half Wife

Shining Armor asks Cadance if he can do incest with her. Sex happens

complete

<p>My entry for <a href="/group/198529/incest-is-wincest/thread/531809/hearts-hooves-day-contest" rel="nofollow">Shakespearicles' Hearts and Hooves Day Contest.</a></p><hr/><p>Shining Armor is a dork who doesn't always think logically. When Cadance asks him what he wants to do most for their anniversary/Hearts and Hooves day, he tells her he wants to make sweet sweet incest with her. She incests him.</p><p>Contains: Attempts at humor, sex, incest, spit, magic, spike.</p><p>Special thanks to my friends for editing and prereading. Especially <a href="/user/34633/tailsopony" rel="nofollow">tailsopony</a>, your editing helped a lot.</p><hr/><h2>&quot;it's like watching a baby learn to walk&quot;</h2><div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><h1>—<a href="/user/163937/Majin+Syeekoh" rel="nofollow">Majin Syeekoh</a></h1></div>

mature

2024-02-11T06:12:37+00:00

2024-02-12T05:41:44+00:00

Cadance lay with her husband in their bed in the Crystal Palace. She turned over to him, and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. “So, Mister Sir Knight Prince Consort You, Hearts and Hooves Day is coming up and so is our special day.” She whispered conspiratorially, “Almost as if we did that on purpose.” The two let out a short chuckle before she added, “I want to make things special. If there was one thing that you could do with me, no matter how crazy or impossible, what would you want to do?” Shining Armor blushed. “Well, we’ve done nearly everything that I like already.” “Mhm, ‘nearly everything’ is not everything! You know, and I know, that there’s something you’re too scared to share.” She caressed his cheek and continued in a sultry tone, “You’ve got a princess willing to do whatever you want, you sure you want to miss that opportunity?” Shiny snorted. “Heh, you say that as if you wouldn’t do this for me any other day of the year if I asked.” Cadance rolled her eyes. “I’m trying to sexy talk, you dork. Do I need to roll for seduction or something? What’s your AC?” Putting on an air of playful arrogance, Sir Shining Armor proclaimed loudly, “Twenty. You will never seduce my reverend doctor paladin Lord Edgeskull of Thundercrack Mountain. His virginity is eternal!” His body lightly shook as Cadance laughed into his side. “You dork.” She kissed him and he soon reciprocated, the two passionately, yet lightly, kissing in each other's embrace. Cadance ended the kiss, pulling her head back and brushing some of her mane out of her face with a wing. “Still, are you really so afraid of telling me what this deep dark mystery fantasy of yours is?” An undertone of hurt edged its way in despite her best efforts to keep it out. “I thought we could tell each other anything.” Shining looked down, as uncomfortable as it is to reveal a secret it was worse hearing the hurt in his wife’s voice. “It’s not that it’s dark or anything, it’s just embarrassing…” He tapped his hooves together. “I- I’m really into incest. Like, just so much.” Cadance raised her eyebrows slightly and clicked her tongue. “Huh. Well… That’s not what I expected, honestly. I was afraid you’d want to invite Chrysalis for a threesome with how much you were repressing yourself.” She watched as her husband went through a gamut of expressions, settling on disgust. “Gross. Maybe a different Changeling, but her? No.” He looked at Cadance now with the same spark in his eye he always had when he was about to nerd out. “So, you really aren’t put off by the incest thing?” “Nope! Tell me more, mister.” She lightly played with the fur on his belly as that spark slowly grew into a grin. “Well since you asked, since I met you, I’ve always thought it would be hot if we were related. Like, incest with you would be really really…” He trailed off, searching for the right word to perfectly encapsulate the totality of his feelings. “Cool. It’d be super cool.” Static filled her mind as Cadance’s face went blank. “What?” “Yeah, like, imagine how hot and cool it would be if we had an incest baby!” “What?” Shining continued, “It would be incredible because that is just the hottest thing.” “Hold on,” Cadance started, “is this why we don’t… Why you didn’t… Is this why you’ve put off having kids? Because you, you…” She looked at him with the same disbelief she’d have if he told her he burnt the breakfast cereal. “You want them to be incest babies?” Shiny nodded rapidly. “Uh huh, uh huh! Yeah yeah yeah!” An involuntary snort left Cadance as she processed everything. “Wait, if you’re this into incest, why did you date me? Wouldn’t your sister be the better choice, cause, you know, she’s actually related to you?” She looked at him with a bemused grin. Shining, for his part, spaced out for a few seconds, uttering nothing more than a simple “Huh.” before looking back at his wife. “You know, I never thought about it.” Cadance was incredulous. “You never thought about it?” “Never.” “Never thought about it?” “Nope, never crossed my mind.” “Did you even think about your mom, dad, cousins, or anyone?” Shiny scratched his chin. “You know, I think I’m distantly related to Celestia in some way. Lineage and all that. And I did have a foalhood crush on her. But I don’t think it’d be incest if anything ever happened that way?” Giggling, Cadance poked him in the ribs. “Heehee! Oh my knight in shining armor, where would I ever be without you by my side?” “You’d be painting miniatures all by your lonesome in a big castle and shipping your friends, sometimes literally.” “Hey! It’s not my fault Thunderhead is an idiot! I thought he’d get a train ticket like everyone else, not stuff himself in a packing crate!” “At least it worked out for him.” “Yeah, he’d have probably mailed himself back home if Flower Cart didn’t take the train back with him.” She snorted and giggled at the thought. With Shining now feeling much more at ease, he pulled Cadance closer to him, enough for his sheath to poke her in the belly. “So, do you think you could do it? I’d love to be genetically related to you and then impregnate you.” “Oh Shiny, through magic, all things are possible. But I don’t know how I’d even get started with a spell like that. Are you sure you don’t want to invite your sister or your parents for a night of fun? It’d be much easier.” Shining bit his lip. “Hmmm. Let’s save that for after I give you an incest baby.” Cadance chuckled. “Never change Shiny, never change.” She rubbed his sheath, “In the meantime, how about we do something else?” [sex happens] Cadance arrived at Twilight’s humble abode, a gigantic crystal tree castle with Twilight’s cutie mark recreated at the top. Marveling at the thing, she admired the way it bathed the surrounding environment in soft purple light. She could get used to the pony-made castles all she liked, but she’d never get tired of something so beautiful that formed naturally. That was, until a cloud parted and allowed direct sunlight to reach it. Turning the natural wonder into an instrument of death as it focused the unmatched power of the sun directly at Cadance’s wings. “Yowch!” She yelped as she shot a bolt of light at the source of her pain. The bolt harmlessly refracted through the crystal cutie mark as it continued to fire a death ray at the ground. The statue stopped once the sun moved another degree and the area was once more cast in a calming lavender light. Scowling, she removed the ruined feathers as she continued on her way. “I should tell Twilight about that.” Not paying attention to her surroundings, at least, not the ones shorter than her knees, she bumped into Spike in the foyer and knocked him and the stuff he was carrying onto the floor. “Oops, sorry Spike!” “Ow,” He rubbed his butt and then lit up as he realized who he bumped into. “Gasp! Cadance!” He hugged her as quickly as he finished talking. “Hey Spike,” She said, rubbing his spines as he snuggled into her leg. “It's been a while hasn’t it? He pulled himself away from the hug. “So why are you here anyway? You didn’t even send a letter.” “That’s because I didn’t want a big fuss to be raised. I just need Twilight’s help for something private and I’d appreciate it if you kept this quiet.” “Uh, sure. She’s in the library.” He said as he picked up a lawn chair and shades from the ground. “Thank you Spike, we’ll have to add ‘Keeper of Secrets’ and ‘Finder of Twilights’ to your official list of titles in the empire.” Spike flexed a scrawny arm and in a macho voice said, “Don’t worry, Princess. It’s nothing for the hero of the Crystal Empire.” They both laughed and Cadance said, “Oh, thanks Spike. I’ll have to come by with Shining sometime for an actual visit. See you later!” He waved as she continued on her way. “Bye!” She made it soon enough into Twilight’s unofficial second bedroom. Looking around didn't reveal much, just an orange mare in the background. Breaking the quiet, she called out, “Yoohoo! Twilight?” “Shhh!” Seconds passed in silence until a distant voice asked, “Cadance?” A purple head peeked over a shelf. Twilight gasped as she saw her and quickly flew over the shelf and dive bombed into a tackle-hug. “Oh my gosh! It’s been forever! How are you? How’s Shiny? How’s the empire?” She asked in a frenzy. Cadance laughed as best she could, having had the wind knocked out of her just seconds before. “Geeze Twilight, you gotta be careful, you’re stronger than you think.” Twilight wilted at that. “Although, I mayyyy have done the same thing to Shiny when he finished his Guard Initiation Training.” The pair laughed at that as they both resettled themselves. “Now, I know you’ve got questions, but first things first.” Cadance’s horn lit up with baby blue magic as she locked the door to the library. Her horn grew brighter as she then poured more power into a privacy spell which manifested as a sphere of light expanding from the tip of her horn until it reached the confines of the room. Every surface of the room sparkled for a few seconds before the spell faded and everything appeared normal again. Twilight raised a brow. “Is everything ok? You’re starting to concern me.” Cadance waved a hoof. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing world ending. It’s just…” She leaned close to Twilight, “Well, it’s private.” Letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, Twilight said, “Whew, I was worried Sombra was back for a… How many times has he resurrected by now, three or four?” Chuckling, Cadance replied, “Too many to count. But that’s not why I’m here. Shiny… Well, Shiny wants something that I can’t provide and I need your help.” Twilight quirked her brow again. “What could he want that only I can give him?” “First, Pinkie promise that you won’t tell anypony what I’m about to tell you.” “Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” Twilight said, acting out each motion as she did. Cadance smiled. “So, Shining Armor, my wonderful amazing husband, wants to do incest. That’s why I need you.” Twilight heard the words Cadance was saying, she knew what each one meant on their own, but it took a few seconds for what she said to register. As the gears turned in her head, her cheeks grew redder and redder. “You’re not—Are you asking me to… I-I never considered—” She was cut off by a laughing Cadance putting her hoof up to her mouth. “Ohhh Twilight! No, no. He specifically wants to have an incest baby with me.” Though she stopped her stuttering, Twilight’s blush remained strong. “So, how does he think that’s going to work? If he wants incest, shouldn’t he want to do it with, well, his family?” Cadance rolled her eyes playfully. “Apparently he ‘never considered it’.” She said, using her hooves for air quotes. “How?” “That’s what I said! But what he wants is for me to cast a spell that’d make us genetically related to each other.” Twilight thought for a few seconds, humming to herself as she did. “Oh!” Her face lit up and a twinkle shone in her eyes. “Oh I know just the spell for that!” Cadance grinned. “That’s why you’re my favorite sister-in-law.” She gave Cadance a deadpan stare. “I’m your only sister-in-law.” To which Cadance booped her on the snoot and said in a sing-song voice, “Still counts!” Twilight rubbed her cheek, eyes gleaming again as she recalled the spell. “So about the spell. It hasn’t been in use for centuries, but I remember it was used to help incentivize adoptions. Ponies back then were more uptight about having ‘blood relatives’, so the spell would be used to ‘adopt’ a pony into a bloodline.” “That sounds promising.” Cadance said, grinning. “Oh but that’s not the best part!” Twilight said as she practically lit up the room. “It uses material components! I never get to cast those! This will be so much fun! Eeeee!” “Huh. That explains why I didn’t learn about it from Celestia. Material spells are pretty old-fashioned.” Twilight bounced and stomped her hooves. “I know! Isn’t that cool?!” Cadance chuckled to herself. “Yeah, I guess it is pretty cool. So what do we need and how do we do it?” “Well, as far as material spells go, this one is pretty simple on the components. You just need some donor genetic material from the ponies involved.” Cadance had a conspiratorial look in her eye as she brushed up against Twilight’s side and said, “You know, I think Shiny left some ‘genetic material’ in me last night. Wanna get it out of me?” The result was instantaneous, Twilight’s dimming blush returned with a fury as she stammered and looked for a response. “I, you, that’s—” She stopped once she saw Cadance laughing again. “You tease! That was mean you know!” Cadance wiped a tear from her eye. “Haha! Oh sorry Twilight, but you’re just too precious. I couldn’t help myself after I saw how you got from learning about Shiny’s kink.” Twilight snorted, trying to look angry as her own face betrayed her with a smile that fought its way onto her face. “Regardless, the spell works better with the more material you have.” She plucked a few loose strands from her mane, as well as some loose feathers for good measure. “Here, hold these.” She levitated them to Cadance, who picked them out of the air with her wings. She beckoned to her. “Okay, follow me.” Following, Cadance was led to a locked desk drawer. Twilight produced a key from thin air and unlocked it, revealing a detailed collection of genetic samples from her family, including some from Twilight herself. Most of it was strands of hair, taped to the drawer and labeled with museum tags. There were also labeled jars containing hoof shavings and horn filings. Pulling out a few strands of hair from her parents, Twilight gave them to a horrified Cadance. “There we go! When you do your part of the spell, these will make you related to us.” “Twilight… How, how did you get these?” “I asked. How else would I get them?” Twilight said simply. Cadance chuckled nervously. “Well, I know how obsessive you can get. I thought maybe you took them from ponies while they were sleeping.” Laughing, Twilight fixed Cadance with an uncomfortably long stare. “Hah, no. I only do that to the ponies who resist.” A shiver ran up Cadance’s spine at that, relieved that she knew Twilight was only joking. Hopefully, anyway. “You know, I’m glad you aren’t a dark wizard.” Rolling her eyes, Twilight said, “Seriously, it’s just a little hair and some shavings. I don’t see what’s got your bridle in a bunch.” Cadance laughed. “You’re right, it could be worse. I’m just glad you aren’t keeping urine samples.” Twilight laughed with her, albeit more nervously. She brushed against Cadance’s side and started leading her to the door. “Ha ha! Yeah! Anyway! How about you go to my study and wait for me, I just need to grab the tome the spell is in.” As they were walking to the door, they were stopped dead in their tracks by a sudden clamor as what sounded like a filing cabinet, glass jars, and a surprised earth pony all falling at once out of view. “Consarn it! Twilight!” “Uh oh, I better go deal with that!” Twilight said, suddenly pushing Cadance out of the door with her magic and hooves and slamming it before she could react. She’d just gotten the door closed behind her as a sopping wet Applejack marched up to her. Slop, fwich, slop, each step was punctuated with a dull wet sound as she stopped inches from Twilight’s muzzle. “Yer shelves ain’t up to code.” Twilight laughed anxiously, “Haha, yeah! Sorry about that!” She glanced around, looking for an escape. “Now, I ain’t mad about the cabinet fallin’ on me. That’s my own fault fer tryin’ to climb it without a ladder. I won't say nothing about you wantin' to buck yer brother neither." Twilight's eyes bugged out of her skull. "You heard all of that?" She said softly. AJ nodded, "Yup, hard not to when you don't bother making sure yer alone. But like I said, don't worry none. I know when private should be kept private." Twilight relaxed at that. At least, she did until Applejack suddenly narrowed her eyes on her. “Now, speaking of privacy: Why was there a jar with my name on it?” POP! She never got her answer as Twilight teleported her away, and only her. The fluids splashed harmlessly down to the ground. She took one look around the corner and grimaced. Spike could take care of it, she decided. POP! She teleported to her study as a formerly sunbathing dragon appeared in her place.

Goodfilly Prettypony

551327

Princess Cadance,Shining Armor,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Profanity,Sex

Half Sister, Half Wife

Shining Armor asks Cadance if he can do incest with her. Sex happens

complete

<p>My entry for <a href="/group/198529/incest-is-wincest/thread/531809/hearts-hooves-day-contest" rel="nofollow">Shakespearicles' Hearts and Hooves Day Contest.</a></p><hr/><p>Shining Armor is a dork who doesn't always think logically. When Cadance asks him what he wants to do most for their anniversary/Hearts and Hooves day, he tells her he wants to make sweet sweet incest with her. She incests him.</p><p>Contains: Attempts at humor, sex, incest, spit, magic, spike.</p><p>Special thanks to my friends for editing and prereading. Especially <a href="/user/34633/tailsopony" rel="nofollow">tailsopony</a>, your editing helped a lot.</p><hr/><h2>&quot;it's like watching a baby learn to walk&quot;</h2><div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><h1>—<a href="/user/163937/Majin+Syeekoh" rel="nofollow">Majin Syeekoh</a></h1></div>

mature

2024-02-11T06:12:41+00:00

2024-02-11T16:52:09+00:00

Cadance soon found herself back at home. Armed with a copy of the ancient tome and a freshly stamped book card, she spent much of her time studying the texts and practicing forming the spell matrix. Shiny would be home soon and she wanted everything to be ready to go for him. Sure enough, he came. “Hey, you’re back! Did you get everything you needed?” She nuzzled his cheek. “Sure did! The spell itself isn’t too hard to cast, it just needs more setup than others do.” She presented the tome to him, the relevant pages already selected in her magic. “See, pretty simple matrix compared to what it’ll do.” Shining studied the spell, humming to himself as he did. “Huh, must be because of the—” He squinted at the page, “—material components?” Sensing his confusion, Cadance revealed the ‘specimens’ her sister-in-law gave her. “Twilight said, ‘the more the better.’ But since I don’t know anypony who’s related to me, I’ll just have to use more of my own ‘genetic material’ for your half of the spell.” Shining nodded and hugged his wife. “You’re really sweet for doing all this, you know that?” Cadance hugged back. “Anything for you, sweetie.” Shining held her tighter for a moment before letting go. “I’m ready when you are.” She nodded. “Right, we just need to gather our own ‘samples’.” Cadance sat across from her husband. They stared intently into each other's eyes. The tension in the air was palpable as they knew what had to be done and what it would lead to. Cadance broke first. Her stoic mask faltered as her maw turned upwards. She giggled, silently at first, then more audibly as she spread her contagious joy. “Shin–hahahah–Shining! Hee hee! Oh, what are we doing?” Shining, never one to let a good sex mood go to waste, fed fuel to the fire. “I believe we were just about to jerk off into some jars so we can do some incesting.” Cadance’s laughter grew louder and more joyous. “Haha! Really Shiny? Incesting? I know I’m not good at dirty talk either, but that was bad.” Blushing, Shining Armor started to tease his cock out of his sheath. “Hah, yeah you’re right, but it’s your turn now! Give it your best shot.” Growing wetter by the second, Cadance began rubbing at her snatch at a leisurely pace. Getting herself nice and warmed up as she watched her husband’s cock grow and grow. “Oh Mister Prince Armor,” She started in an overly sultry tone, “won’t you help me? I have to collect all of these samples so that I can become genetically related to you.” Shining stifled some giggles, his body gently shook as he tried to maintain control of himself. “Oh yeah?” He replied in an equally exaggerated tone, “Why should I do something like that?” Throwing back her head and pulling her hair back in a way that would make even a novice actor cringe, she said, “Oh it’s just terrible! I just don’t want to have kids unless they’re incest babies! Am I wrong for wanting something that’s done by like, twenty to thirty percent of equestrians and isn’t really a big deal?” Shining laughed again, but it was tinged with a sense of awkwardness and fear. “I don’t really sound like that… Do I?” Cadance stopped her rubbing and crawled over to her husband, bringing her collection jars with her. “Sorry about that. That might have been a little mean.” She kissed him on the cheek. “I shouldn’t poke fun at your insecurities.” He kissed her back and brought her into an embrace. “It’s ok, I know I can get a little, uh, competitive, when I play O&O.” Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Cadance whispered, “I’ll give you a big ‘O’.” Shining snorted, and the two enjoyed the simple joy of the other’s presence. That was, until they noticed they were both starting to ‘cool down’ despite not having completed their mission. “Uh oh, looks like Shining Junior is falling asleep!” Cadance said, “Guess that means we won’t do some incestin’ after all.” She pouted for added effect. “Unless…” “Go on…” Cadance clopped her two hooves together. “Unless I could, perhaps, give you a little help?” She looked desperately at Shining. “Haha! Oh, just kidding!” She said in a much more nervous tone. Her eyes darted up to him again in a pleading expression. “Unless…” Shining burst into a giggle fit, his half mast cock flopped around with him. “Oh! Oh! Noooo! You can’t just apologize for poking fun at me, only to viciously mock high–school–me! Haha!” He shared more laughs with his wife until they both settled down. “Oh, my sweet dear, sweet dear precious baby girl darling sweet precious dear girl Cadance, I shall allow you to ‘warm me up’, as the commoners say.” Bumping his shoulder, Cadance couldn’t help but snort. “Oh thank you milord! How gracious of thee to allow this lowly alicorn the honor of raising yine owne flageth poleth!” Visible spittle was produced as she exaggerated her fake Olde Equestrian accent. Shining nodded. “Indubitably.” Cadance grabbed his cock and started working her hoof up and down in slow pumps. “Quite.” “Hmm mhm. Yes.” His cock slowly stiffened. “Ahem harumph! Harumph, yes!” Shining, noticing that his cock was now fully erect, smacked his wife’s hoof away. Though, not hard enough that it would actually hurt. “Enough! I shalt taketh this into mine owne hoofseths now, lest ye contaminate mine sampleth!” “Oh! You’re right, you’re right! I shall churneth the buttereth of mineth owneth sampleseths!” Cadance scooted a few inches away so she could get back to her own pussy. Unlike with Shining, her snatch had only gotten wetter from all of their dirty talk. Within minutes, the two of them had gone from ‘warming up’ to actually masturbating. Cadance teased her clit with one hoof while the other ventured gently inside her. Shining was pumping his hoof up and down his cock when Cadance turned towards him. “Like what you see? Just think, in less than an hour, we’ll do allllll of the incesting you could ever wish for.” Shining pumped faster. “Mmm, I’m gonna knock you up.” “With an incest foal?” He nodded. “Oh yeah, gonna creampie you so hard once we’re both genetically related and uh…” He trailed off, looking for an appropriate end to his sentence. “Uh, stuff. Yeah.” Cadance worked herself more. “Yup, we’re gonna do so much incest and stuff. Just like, soooooo much stuff. You don’t even know how much stuff we’re gonna do.” “Oh? I don’t?” “Yeah, you don’t. Once you knock me up with an incest baby, I’m gonna send a nice little letter to Twilight asking her if she’d like to join us.” White fur turned red as he processed the statement. “Does she even know I’m into that? What if she gets the wrong idea?” He asked in a panic, rubbing harder and faster as the scarousal hit him. “It’s kinda hard to go up to somepony you haven’t seen in over a year just to ask, ‘Hey, can you teach me a spell to do this really complex and specific thing with no questions asked?’" She outstretched a wing to hold his withers. "Don’t worry, she’s totally into it.” Shining nodded. “It is pretty hot though. Even if it’s kinda weird because she’s my sister.” Cadance stopped everything and shot a pointed look at him. He threw up his hooves. “Hey, I didn’t say it wasn’t hot! Because it is; it’s just weird because I’ve never really thought about it. So it feels new, and new feels weird.” Kissing him, Cadance giggled and whispered to him, “I’m getting close. Want to finish together?” Shining kissed back. “Absolutely.” Together, they worked faster, both of them recognizing each other's signs and using them to go further. At the last second, Cadance used her magic to hold the jars in place, catching both her and her husband’s cum. Panting and feeling a strangely nice afterglow given the circumstance, they embraced and spent the next few minutes cuddling and canoodling. Having emptied their specimens in the collection jars, they gathered them together and began casting. Cadance, having studied the spell more, began the casting. Shining joined her, using his magic to fill in the gaps as well as to connect himself to the spell. A silver light filled the space between them. It first colored the room, then formed a solid sphere of light between the two of them. Tendrils grew from the sphere, each one reaching down to a different dish. They blindly searched for the samples until they brushed up against one. Once the tentacles identified their target, they quickly grabbed it and pulled it into the central mass. As for the fluid samples, the tendrils simply drank them up like long proboscides. The sphere grew with each sample it absorbed. Once the sphere consumed the last of the samples and had grown to maximum size, it quivered once, then exploded. Tendrils erupting from it shot along Cadance and Shining's magic trails. They rapidly reached the two, encasing them in silver shells of light as they rose into the air. The magic energy then coalesced, all tendrils not connected to Shining Armor and Cadance rejoined the central mass. Which was starting to pump more of its light into the streams connecting it to the two until it was simply one thick cord of light between them. The light bridge pulsed and smaller lights ran along its length between them, as if the spell was transferring information between them. Streaks of light shot to both of them, though slightly more came to Cadance. She felt a growing warmth starting in her hooves and then spreading throughout her torso. The pleasant burning sensation consumed her and she didn’t feel anything else until her hooves bumped into the ground again. She looked up to find her husband lowering to the ground as well. She gasped once the light faded and got her first unblemished view of him. “Shining, your fur is pink!” Shining quickly came to his senses and examined his fur, finding that it was indeed pink by comparison to the pure white his fur once was. Examining it closer, it was still mostly white, but many numerous pink strands of fur now grew alongside the others, giving his fur a pinker appearance. He looked up only to realize his wife had a similar transformation, her fur now lighter in hue. “Speak for yourself.” He said, pointing at her. Cadance looked down at herself, gasping once at her fur, and then again when she looked at her hooves. “I have feathers!” She held up a hoof, playing with the mostly-white fluffy fur which now grew in abundance from her fetlocks. Shining nuzzled her. “Dear, you have wings.” Cadance snorted. “You know what I meant, Captain Ding Dong.” “Speaking of ding dongs, my peepee is hankering for a right good romp in your hooha if you don’t mind me saying so.” Snickering, Cadance pushed him away. “That was your worst one yet.” He dusted off his chest. “I aim to impress.” Cadance pulled him into a kiss. Starting as simple smooching and progressing into a panting, open-mouthed, tongue wrestling match. Shining ‘won’ the match, although neither of them would count being the non dominant partner as ‘losing’. Breaking away from the kiss, Shiny stood and looked down at his breathless wife. With a single hoof, he pulled her up by the chin and she followed, making her feel weightless in his grasp. He led her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. She moved her forelegs above her head and Shining pinned them down with one hoof. Using the other to caress his wife, he squeezed her cheek. She gazed up at him with stars in her eyes. “Wow… Wow. You are really getting into this now.” He gave her a tender smile. “It’s hard not to when I have such an amazing, beautiful, smart, kind wife. You do so much for me and I’m the luckiest stallion in the world for it. I love you, Cadance.” Cadance’s heart swelled in her chest, the very one Shiny was caressing at the moment. “Awww! It’s hard not to want to indulge you when you are one of the sweetest, most thoughtful, and funny stallions I know. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t count myself lucky to be married to you. I love you too, Shiny.” Shining smiled, warmly at first, then twisting into a more lascivious grin as he pulled his wife’s mouth open. She brought out her tongue, knowing what was about to happen as Shiny began to spit. Not a short violent action, like how one might use a spittoon. But a slow pooling of spit at his lips that slowly drooled down. More and more bubbled and drooped down the string between them and as it finally connected, Shiny finally let it drop fully into her mouth with a ptu! Swallowing eagerly, she opened her mouth again only for him to do the same thing. They repeated that for a while, some spits being long and drawn out, while others were short and quick. It was only the slapping of Shining’s cock against his belly that broke them from this routine. Caressing her cheek, Shining asked her one simple question, “Are you ready to get pregnant?” It took a moment for her to gather herself, but when she did, Cadance looked into his eyes with love and adoration. “With you? Always.” Shining smiled, bringing her into another deep kiss as he lined himself up with her pussy. She moaned into him when his cock tip pressed into her. He broke the kiss and dragged his tongue up along her face, starting from her chin and working his way up her horn. She moaned and squeaked as he licked each of her sensitive spots while he took his time rubbing his cock against her entrance. With a nibble of her cheeks, Shining pushed himself in and earned a delightful symphony of whimpers for it. Cadance was into pretty much everything, and while the new incestuous nature of their relationship elevated the experience, nothing could outshine her love for her husband. Every inch he took forward delighted her more than any physical sensations could, though, the bliss he inflicted on her was pretty darn good too. Shining wasn’t done with her either. He cast two spells in quick succession before she could even think. Her brain froze as she felt something penetrate her now thoroughly lubed rear while at the same time Shining’s magic vibrated against her winking clit. Squealing, Cadance arched her back, her movements being stifled as Shiny’s magic pinned her wings down to the bed. The best she could do was clamp down on him with each thrust out, though her body was doing that on its own. She tried lighting her horn but was quickly stopped. “Ah ah. You’ve done so much for me already. Let me do the rest of the work.” Looking up at the veritable stud inside her, the way his muscles flexed and moved with his thrusting, Cadance knew she wouldn’t last long. In one last attempt to give as good as she was getting, she softly yelled “Sh-Shiny! I’m going to cum!” Nostrils flaring, visible steam shot from them as his thrusting picked up rapidly. His achilles heel having been exploited, he rutted her like a feral beast as he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Pre cum started bubbling out of his shaft, oozing out in thicker and thicker jets as he flared painfully. His every instinct yelling, screaming at him to cum with his wife. “Agh! Nnnng, fuck!” He bit down on the scruff of her neck as he pounded her with a last few desperate, powerful thrusts. Cadance screamed, “Shiny! Shiny! Breed meeeeee!” Her voice wavered as powerful shots of white hot cum blasted into her eager womb. He came and he came, another cupful of jizz flowing into her with every grunt and groan. He didn’t begin to stop until his wife’s belly was poking against his. With a final spurt, he pulled out of her and used his magic once more before falling with a flump next to her. They both lay there panting like dogs, too tired to care about the sweat they’d eventually have to wash off. Cadance only realized what spell Shining used when she noticed a lack of the distinct feeling of cum drooling from her snatch. She gave an experimental poke of her belly, confirming her suspicions when nothing changed. Kissing him once more, she said in a low voice, “You horny dog, there’s no way I won’t get pregnant from this.” He replied in between pants, “That huff was the best whew sex we’ve had since our honeymoon. I wish I’d told huff you sooner.” Pulling him closer, she hugged him like a teddy bear. “Don’t worry about that now. Just think about how great everything is going to be going forward.” She paused for a moment, letting him think about that before she continued, “Especially how good things will be when I’m gravid. Do you think Twilight would want a foal?” Shining blushed furiously, “I don’t know if I should regret all this or if I should thank my lucky stars that it happened.” The two fell into a comfortable silence as they lay in bed. Thanks to Cadance, their relationship had never been stronger. Speaking of relationships, Shining was wondering something. “Hey sweetie, I know I was too horny to ask once I saw the spell and everything, but what exactly is our blood relation now?” “Hmm. It’ll take a doctor to confirm it, but I’d say half-sister.” “Wow.” “Yeah. Half sister, half wife.”

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A Total Eclipse Of The Heart

An HIE / Anon story x Twilight, shortly following her coronation to Princess; and when stress pushes her to her limit, a new form, akin to Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon, emerges.

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<p>A short HIE / Anon x Twilight story, themed around Twilight's coronation to Princess. </p><p>A week is hardly enough time to prepare someone to take the mantle of two Princesses, as one; no matter how talented or skilled the Pony. Twilight Sparkle was Celestia's prized Pupil; Element of Harmony, and Defender of Equestria time and time again. And perhaps she could have been ready for such a monumental tasking; if she'd had the time.</p><p>Twilight spirals as the stress builds; ever since she was doubted at the Canterlot Wedding, she's silently carried a chip on her shoulder that she's tried to work past. Something inside her builds as this panic sets in, each day towards her coronation sending her into a spiraling worry. Celestia and Luna seem so sure in her, they don't notice. The other Mane girls are busy with their own tasks; they don't understand just how heavily this hits Twilight. She'd always been obsessed with Princesses and such, right? Of course she could be ready.</p><p>Only Anon, her Coltfriend, picks up that something is terribly wrong. And only he realizes just how far Twilight has spiraled, when it's not Twilight that receives the Crown; but something akin to Daybreaker, to Nightmare Moon. But this Mare is calm. Collected. Cold, even. Every other Alter-Ego the Alicorns presented launched into Evil tirades. </p><p>This one just wished him a good day, and trotted off to go do paperwork.</p><p>2nd Chapter owns the Sex tag<br/>*Added missing pic to 2nd Chapter</p>

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2024-02-15T18:17:39+00:00

Princess Celestia and Princess Luna may have been... hasty. A week, to prepare Twilight Sparkle to arise to their station. To shoulder the burden of a nation. While her friends were supportive, while her Teacher held her in high regard, none of them even noticed just how panic-ridden Twilight was about it. No more than her usual obsessive, intricately planned and strictly followed timetables self, right? Sure, it was a short period; a Week! To become Celestia! But her Mentor assured her, again and again, that she was ready. And poor Twilight, being thrown the dual mantle of Princesses, formed into singular Princess again, tasked with ruling Equestria, protecting Harmony, Friendship, Magic -- would she need to handle the sun, and the moon too? She had no idea; they'd barely covered anything and it's already been a day. There's no way things would transition smoothly. There were far too many hurdles, too many alterations. She had to learn the matters of Court, the demeanor and behavior of Royalty, to adapt an entire lifestyle that she looked up to but never prepared for. Twilight spiraled into despair, locked in her room. Buried under blankets, breathing heavy and ill-paced, terror running through her mind. The fear of failure. Of not meeting the sudden, insane expectations. She's always had so much faith placed in her -- tartarus, she even held the magic of the other three Alicorns, and had to find a way to defeat Tirek; and that was just a Villain, not an entire life-shift! And what if Tirek, or Chrysalis, or Cozy Glow got out? What if Discord faltered again? Would she need to find Celestia and Luna? Would they even be available? Would she even have time for... anything? She knew how busy the Princesses were, and having the duty of both Princesses? Her worried thoughts spiral further and further, curled under blankets, shaking. There's a quiet knock on the door that finally pulls her from her worries. It's a familiar rhythm. One. Two three. Four. The only one who could see just how terrible she was spiraling was her Coltfriend, Anon, who slowly stepped into the room; finding the little purple Alicorn looking a terrible mess, eyes raw red with tears, breathing stuttered and hard. He flew across the room, holding her tight as she shook in his grasp, face buried in his chest. The two stay together for hours, hidden away in the dark, quiet room, whispering comforts. Early into her tenure to Ponyville to 'Make Friends', Twilight thought she could cheat the task and simply summon a friend; a prompt way to prove she didn't need to waste her time with such a silly tasking. Instead, she trapped Equestrias now only Human in their lands. It was a long road for the pair, but Anon forgave her. They became friends. They became close. Anon was always willing to speak with her for hours about anything, to bounce ideas, to listen to her. Twilight was glad to have a shoulder that she could lean on, and talk about anything without reprise. The two were connected, having somewhat... awkward, social understandings, but that only drove them closer. Through thick and thin, whenever something happened; he had her back. He believed her at the Canterlot Wedding. He always believed her, supported her. And she did the same for him. Part of the reason Twilight liked Anon so much, is he provided her a judgement-free, blanket ground to talk about anything she had on her mind. And him for her, in turn. Which, it turns out; there's very few pragmatic souls in the pony population. And Anon had a few opinions about Celestia's very odd style of mentoring. When she became an Alicorn, he was there to help stem her anxieties, and to congratulate her. He'd always been there for her. But learning of not just Sunset Shimmer, but Radiant Hope, threw him for a loop. And about Spike? Twilight was basically shackled with being a single mother, as a Filly, while being expected to fully pursue and achieve her scholastic goals, while handling a baby dragon on her own. As. A. Filly. To learn 'Friendship'. That wasn't friendship, she was basically Spikes mom. And she acted like it more than she realized, no matter how much Twilights own mother had stepped up to help raise him. Anon had some very choice opinions start to form about the Princess of the Sun. Anon could see how poorly Twilight was taking the sudden news, to rise to her Mentors station; such a heavy burden to bear, with such little warning. Could she do a good job? Was she ready? Of course Anon would say yes. But in time. A week?! How nobody understood how heavily this weighed on her, how they thought she'd just roll with it and figure it out; it weirded Anon out. He spent a full day stalking around, under the assumption it was another elaborate, Villainous plot, like so many before. But no. The Princesses were more excited about the prospect of retiring, trotting around the world to do whatever they wanted. Twilights friends just didn't quite get it. They understood it was stressful -- but this was what Twilight always wanted, right? She'd be fine. They had their own tasks to live up to now, too. So he would be there for her. Imagine their surprise, just like how when Luna, or Celestia were pushed to their limits -- that another Alicorn might have their own falling. It was surprising, how they hadn't even considered it an option. How none of them saw the signs, when she would hide herself away in her room. Luna, driven mad with jealousy, twisted into Nightmare Moon, a midnight warlord who sought to plunge Equestria into permanent night, to claw her due attention and restore her Bat-Ponies rightful place. Celestia, when pushed to her brink, exploded into Daybreaker, a brash and prideful form of herself that would establish an iron rule under her own perfection, throwing aside care and caution. The Mare that Twilight had become had no such dramatic explosion that threatened Equestria, no shocking emergence that announced her to the world. She was taller, larger; even more than Celestia, or Luna, a massive growth spurt. She actually had a full head of height over Anon. The result of needing to rise to be more than both of them? A cold, stern, emotionless stare settled permanently on her face. She displayed nothing; her once-vibrant, now dimmed violet eyes hinted at the machinations, the calculations, the observations that ran rampant underneath. The saturation of her fur, her mane, faded slightly, now more muted. The two colored streaks in her mane had merged, and now a single streak of ashy grey took its place; which now also ran along her entire side, and her tail. Unlike the Princesses, her Mane didn't flow with an ethereal wave, but remained in the same flat-bangs cut it always was; simply longer, now down a little past her shoulders, to match her increased height and stature. Her horn was much larger, and surprisingly sharp; her wings now bore a massive wingspan, with far more feathers than before. She looked... older. Mature. Efficient? Efficiency, was an odd word that came to Anons head when he'd first laid eyes on his Marefriend, now altered. Like anything that wasn't needed was discarded or put far out of mind. He'd been waiting beside her door, knocking, a tray of something to eat for her in his hands; like he had several times, when he'd found her hiding in her room. But rather than a little purple pony to comfort, this large, new face emerged from the bedroom. Head tilted back and high, it bore no expression on its face. A mixture of... bored, and cold. Unfeeling. She looked down her snout at him, reading him. Eyes flicker from the tray, to his face. His posture. The hall. Him again. But Anon didn't panic. Normally, he would -- he clocked what had happened instantly, and inaction always made these situations with freaking-out Alicorns far worse. But if so, why didn't he react? A flicker of recognition took the once-Twilights face. It leant down, and softly nuzzled his cheek with its own, before wordlessly walking down the hall. He was silent, processing. His assumption that this would be a Nightmare Moon situation was thrown out the window. This would be far, far more complex. The following week, leading up to the Coronation, Anon played the observant bystander. If she had a new name, like Nightmare Moon or Daybreaker - she never said it, still responding to Twilight. As if some part of a ruse? Her cutie mark was the same... but he didn't believe it. Twilight was deeply gifted in Magic; it was only fair to assume this new Mare was doubly so, and had placed some illusion over it. Anon was absolutely certain; the slight shifts in her mannerisms. They were similar, but just not quite perfect. Imitations, to keep the peace before Princesshood. The way she'd hold her books, the way she would react to seeing a friend or the princess, the way she'd participate in discussion on a topic she adored. Twilight had hit her limit; and it wasn't the same Twilight now. She changed. And no matter what, he still loved her. Anon waited. ...But no promises of life-altering doctrine change followed. No threats to peace. No sudden Evil. Several of the girls, and Anon thinks that even the Princesses, only saw this as her 'Growing up' or changing her style to fit her new Princesshood. Even being taller than Celestia? Really? And that worried Anon. It meant, like always -- Twilight was smart. She was playing it smart. He wondered if manipulation was at play. But it also had him thinking about the whole situation again. This new Mare... she was handling the transition far easier than Twilight had. The prospect of Princesshood didn't send her into a worried panic. She could keep a cordial conversation with the Princess about whatever compacted lesson, and she took it in stride. Twilight had always been calculating. She was an incredibly intelligent Mare, if stifled by her somewhat awkward social approach and turbulent emotions. The new Twilight subverted that stigma with a cold, calculating silence, and complete control over said feelings. She had entered her coronation looking entirely calm. She was, entirely calm. The stern, cold expression never left her face. Not when greeted by her teacher, nor her friends. The entire celebration, she was cordial, hit all the cues. Received the crown. Which meant, now, Princesshood of Equestria was handed to a cold, efficient Princess who was ready to enact her machinations, entirely unsuspected, and willing to handle it all perfectly. No bias, no emotional push; no jealousy, no pride. A shattered limit born of expectations, that she would soar to meet no matter what. And yet, still no sudden, looming threat. No evil speeches, no revealed plans. Anon finally clued in, watching her tackle mass amounts of paperwork. Twilight was smart. This Mare was smart. She was going to play the long game. She knew if she tried to reveal anything, it would meet resistance. She was just handed Nobility, after all; why waste it now, when she was in the highest seat of power? Whatever this was... whatever its plans. Anon refused to let Twilight face this alone. The Princesses had left, off to enjoy their retirement. The rest of the Mane 6 returned to their usual roles, adapting to the change of having their friend now being the Princess of Equestria. Spike was in the Badlands, called away for diplomacy. That left only him. Stalking the Castles halls, it was late evening. She always retired to the same place. A familiar knock, his knuckles to the door. One. Two three. Four. "Come in." The unfamiliar voice calls. It's close to Twilight's, but a pitch down; she speaks like she knows far more than you, and is ready to explain at a moments notice. Anon pushes open the door, slipping inside. It clicks shut behind him. 'Twilight' sat in her study, quietly pouring over a monumental amount of books, clearing them in moments. A small pair of rectangular glasses sit on the bridge of her snout. Every few pages, a quill softly gripped in magic scribbled on a pile of pages. Even her magic was now a deep, dark purple. The fireplace crackles softly, offering warmth to the evening, the sun barely peeking from the horizon as it departs. Anon had dutifully taken the role of her head Advisor. Originally, that position was to be handled by Spike... only, a rather elaborate diplomatic mission between Equestria and the Dragonlands had emerged, requiring Spike to visit the Dragonlands for an extended period. And he had a feeling it wasn't coincidence. Anon, dressed in his regency uniform that matched her new colors, slowly stepped into the study, shutting the door behind himself with a click. "Hello, my love." 'Twilight' greets him idly. Her tone is flat, and her eyes do not leave the page. Tonight. He'd been unable to find the place or time to do it before then; he couldn't talk or alert anyone about it, before her coronation. Far too much going on, and he didn't have any proof. They'd written off everything visual already, loaded with excuses for everything. It's been a week since. He wasn't going to put it off any longer. But he wouldn't tell Luna, or Celestia, or the other girls. He'd confront Twilight -- Whoever she was, now, directly. Carefully? Boots softly tapping on the carpet, he directly approaches her table. Cautiously? His heart beat calmly. He wasn't worried, concerned, scared -- not for himself. ...No. He just wanted to make sure Twilight was alright. No matter what form she took. As Anon reaches her side, he notices that she quietly moves one of the books to cover the pages she'd been writing on. Sly. She still scrawls an open tome with her gaze, yet to look at him. Anon stands beside her, arms crossed, quietly watching her work. He's only a foot away. "She used to greet me by reaching out for me with a wing, you know." Anon says calmly, his tone soft. He was, still, speaking to a loved one. In some capacity. This gets a pause from 'Twilight', quill stopping mid-scribble on the fresh page she'd started since he walked in. She looks like she's a out to reach the wing out -- but then she meets his gaze. Reading his face. His suspicion; he didn't tease her for being distracted and avoiding the usual. He was confronting her about her lacking performance, emulating Twilight. He can see it click behind her eyes, the words on her lips changing appropriately. "...I'm not sure how to interpret that, Anon. Are you asking me--?" "Twilight. Ever since she got her wings, she was always so eager to use them, as much as possible. Go without flying your whole life -- magic hovering not included -- and then be granted them?" Anon scoffs, starting to pace back and forth. "To gesticulate, to hug, to point, to hold things... she couldn't stop using them." Anon continues, ignoring the question as he reminisces. She'd read so many books on wing-care, how often to preen... it was adorable. She took better care of those wings than she did herself, most days. "And you've barely so much as opened them in the last week. Teleporting is a lot more convenient, after all." Anon finishes. The Quill that 'Twilight' is holding is slowly floated back into its inkwell, the book she'd been reading placed back down. The glasses slowly float from her snout, folding shut as they're placed down. 'Twilight' now staring at the table. Anon stops beside her again, leaning a hand against that same table. Sitting, she was closer eye-to-eye with Anon, than when she was standing at full height. "...How long have you been aware?" The Mare asks him. Unlike before, there's a tinge of emotion. Upset. Her clean, unnoticed arrival to the seat of Princess had been detected after all. An unknown, now unpredictable variable. "Moment you arrived. Almost had me with that whole 'Maturity' speech you gave the Girls; but you forgot about our Charcuterie night, with that melted Yak cheese Twilight likes." Anon explains. They'd try to dedicate one day a week to each other, no matter how busy; but that was besides the point, now. "She'd never miss that stuff." "...Hm." The Mare hums. She's tensed, as if gauging his reaction. Emotionless, efficient, waiting best for how to handle her one loose end. But it's not perfect. There's those cracks, little sprinkles of a flash of feeling, like when Twilight tries to keep a calm face for others. She looks... conflicted. Color her surprised when Anon plants a small kiss on her forehead, beside the base of her horn, before walking past her to sink into one of the study's plush lounge chairs, kicking his feet up and groaning. Like nothing was the matter. Just another day. The Mare slowly rises from the study table, sauntering over towards him, taking the seat directly beside Anon as she settles in herself. Another surprise, as one of his hands reaches to scratch her side, lovingly. Still radiating his affection, despite the confrontation. "So. What's your name?" Anon asks casually. The Mare blinks, quietly thinking. If he was right... like how Daybreaker was Pride, and Nightmare Moon was jealousy, this form of Twilight was born to meet the boundless expectations placed on her to meet the many demands. So as long as he remained an unpredictable unknown, he could navigate this carefully. "...I am... undecided." She finally speaks. "...I'll spare you the joke of calling you Undecided. You mean you aren't sure which name you feel is your own?" Anon fields, curious. She nods once. "I didn't think you'd pick your name. I assumed that it, like the Cutie Marks, just came to you Ponies." Anon comments, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "You are correct. We don't. I know my name, but... my indecision is born of... confliction." The Mare explains. What, like she couldn't decide if she was this new Mare, or Twilight? That's new. A small silence settles, only broken with the light crackling of the fireplace. "Why do you still display affection towards me? If you're aware of what I am, you know I am not Twilight." The Mare asks, still staring away. "Respectfully? Bullshit. As much as Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon like to pretend, they're still part of themselves; Celestia, and Luna. Celestia's Pride, Luna's Jealousy. While I understand and recognize that I'm speaking to a new entity; you're an entity born of the creature I hold dearest in my heart. The same memories -- the same feelings. And that doesn't change my feelings." Anon explains, hand roaming between their seats to scratch that one spot between her wings. She instinctively leans into it, before blinking down at herself in surprise, watching Anons hand. "I know you've been emulating her behavior -- and you're good, you're nearly spot on. But the only thing you've gotten perfect so far, is how she likes to nuzzle my face. That's how I know." Anon adds, starting to glance around. He was kind of thirsty; he'd need something to keep this dialogue up. This took the Mare by surprise -- that, and Anons continued casual demeanor, had put her significantly on the back-hoof. "I should have better accounted my plan around you. I had assumed you would share the same general level of dismissiveness that her friends and mentors expressed." She responds dryly, now watching him look around. "What are you doing?" "Oh, uh -- thirsty. Twilight usually brings something with her when she goes to her study, but -- the obvious." He relents, nodding to her. She wasn't Twilight. Anon sits back down properly. "Celestia is... well, flawed. I don't need to tell you that. Luna trails after her sister, desperate to keep her affection. And I know her friends tried -- but none of them really deal with Alicorns, or Princesses like she does. It just doesn't click the same way." Color Anon surprised this time, as in a small burst of deep-purple magic, a platter with tea and crackers appears on the table beside him. "Oh! For me?" Anon asks; before he can reach, however, a glow takes the teapot, starting to pour the steaming liquid between two cups. There's even some biscuits. "So. It's assumable that you'll be wanting to try and return Twilight --" The Mare starts, taking a slow draw of breath. "Nope." Anon says bluntly, cutting her off. The tea stops pouring, the Mare once again thrown off. She blinks, now staring at him. He's confronted her, recognized her, ousted her; and he wants to do nothing about it? "...Explain?" She requests. Anon toys with one of the biscuits, looking it over before tossing it back on the tray. "This whole alter-ego thing that Alicorns have... I've figured what it is. It's a stress response; a coping mechanism to traumatic experiences. And Twilight was deeply stressed, more than I'd ever seen in her life. She had several panic attacks, and spent multiple nights crying to sleep." Anon shifts in his seat, their gaze meeting. "It might sound strange... but right now, she needs you. You manage the expectations she wasn't ready for, that were driving her to panic. Could she have been ready? Sure, if she had the time to approach it her own way. But Celestia doesn't exactly have the best track record with keeping her students happy." "... You continue to surprise." The Mare notes, the tea starting to pour again. "And why do you think that? Based off of experience, the forms that Alicorns take after meeting their 'Stress Limits' have always proved problematic. Would you not feel inclined to stop me, as Nightmare Moon or Daybreaker has been stopped?" "Because I know Twilight. Which means I know you." Anon nods. "A bold statement -- but it might not be entirely false. Continue." "You don't have plans to plunge the world into night, or enact an iron hoof. You know what I think you want?" Anon goads, interlacing his fingers. He had an idea. He's known Twilight for a long time... and they've talked, for hours on hours, about... everything. The Mare waits expectantly for his guess, floating the appropriate cups of tea between them each. Anon takes his, smiling. Here comes the gamble. "You want to entirely re-structure Equestria, laws to lordship, to fix all the problems that plague this place. You want to improve Equestria; out of spite. Ponies have been spoiled by a benevolent, Motherly leader who took couldn't decide between taking charge, and skirting her responsibilities, time and time again. And failed, primarily. Again and again." Anon explains, before taking a small sip of the tea. Mulberry? "Harshly judgemental." The Mare hums. "I remember the conversations you two had, deep into the night. How Celestia and Luna were repeating a cycle, shackling leadership to another, like how it was thrown onto them. How despite how she so desperately looked up to them, every passing moment only further showed their flaws, and failings." "The Canterlot Wedding was a serious point of hurt for her, and where I think her doubts started. To be so bluntly disregarded by everyone, when she knew Cadence, her Brother... and they tried to turn it into a lesson about trusting her instincts once they learned she was right." Anon sips, frowning. He wasn't particularly polite to Celestia on that day. She is silent for a moment, staring into her own tea. "You are correct. Spite urges me to fix the problems that have surfaced; with proper change, many problems can be prevented. I can fix the flaws that continue to perpetuate. I can make it better than it ever was. The Bat Ponies mistreatment, the rampant Pony racism; for a land of Harmony, statistically, it falls short." "Yeah, but that's gonna shake some pretty foundational roots; plus, that's not your end goal." Anon tsks. The Mare raises an eyebrow -- as the same paper she'd been writing on, the one she hid under a book on her desk, is in Anons hands, pulled from a pocket, and now being inspected by him. "...When did you--" She starts, a tense surprise notable in her tone. Anon raises a finger, shushing her. She frowns. "Sticky fingers." He notes simply, tapping the paper, folding it back up. "Fix the beauracratic mess of a nation and set it on its own path, freeing up your time to focus on what's important to her; researching the arcane. Twilights butt-mark wasn't paperwork. Its Magic. She wants to spend all day diving into spellcraft, not listening to Nobles whine." He holds the paper back out towards the Mare. The scowl slowly fades, as magic carefully takes the paper back, floating it towards the desk. "...You understand what you saw?" "Yep. Removal of the entire Nobility structure, elimination of the positions of Princesses, introducing democratic systems, and finding a way to automate the Sun and Moons rise and fall." Anon recounts, summarizing the sizable paper. "Traitorous stuff in there." "...And you find no issue?" The Mare asks, tone quieter. Anon shifts in the chair, leaning on his knees. He stares at the Mare. "The deconstruction of the Noble class? We've theory-crafted it before." Her face softens, surprisingly. "Yes, you and...Twilight, have. And you know that they would not take it well." "I love Twilight. Twilight loves Magic as much as she loves me--honestly, probably more. Actually, definitely more." Anon corrects, laughing. "Of course I want her to be able to pursue what she truly wants, and not be stuck playing the nations babysitter. This place can barely run itself without the key individuals keeping everything running." "...This makes a few things make more sense." The Mare mumbles. "Mm?" Anon hums, curious. "I was unsure why, even after taking this form, the feelings for you were still so severe. I had thought myself more separate from Twilight than I actually am, it seems." She explains, sighing softly. "I feel almost nothing. Emphasis on almost. To coldly handle whatever is needed or whatever issue that may arise, through measured calculation, through cold precision. Emotions are a weakness, so I do not feel them. But, when I look at you... Comfort. Relief. Reassurance." Her gaze is getting... softer. She takes a sip of her own tea, before continuing. "Twilight has placed immeasurable faith in you, and it seems to have superceded into myself, as well; even when I looked upon the Dragon, Spike -- I felt a pang of something Motherly, but nothing more. Nothing like this. So... I shall trust in her judgement, and place my trust in you, too. As you seem to place it in me. I will protect Twilight, and craft an Equestria she can excel in, where she can soar. No matter what stands in my way, no matter how long it takes." She stands, stepping over to Anon in his chair. A hoof on each side of him draws the Mare close, face to face. Her breath on his face is hot, measured. "...Will you help me?" She asks, quiet. There's the proclamation of her grand plan. This is where the Elements would swoop in to save the day, and lock her in stone, or rip the evil from her. The only thing Anon saw was the Mare he loved; even behind this older colder gaze. The only thing he heard, is that she wanted to make sure she was safe, and happy, even if it would shake Equestria to its core. "Of course." Anon whispers. A slow kiss is planted against his lips; with her increased size, Twilights usually plush lips are incredibly soft; and this form of hers is no different. She still smells faintly of lavender, like Twilight does. Her natural scent, or part of her imitation? The kiss, it's tender -- but cautious, ready to back away at the slightest hint of discomfort, like it was feeling out the situation. Instead, Anons hands slide up her side and wrap around her as he pulls her in closer, pressing her against himself, chest to barrel. A throaty sigh escapes her -- which seems to surprise her enough to break the contact, pulling away. She wipes her mouth with a hoof, looking over Anon with a newfound reasoning. "...Other than the colors, you look remarkably similar to that character she made, Eclipse, that she likes to dress up for on Nightmare Night. When she isn't going as Starswirl. Just missing those glowing spectral ram horns and the armor." Anon teases. She glances away, humming softly. "Then it seems you already know my name." "...I think that really ties together that you two are just two sides of the same bit." Anon chuckles, a hand tracing up Eclipse's neck. "Once a nerd, always a nerd." "Hush. Don't ruin this carefully crafted rapport you've built. I might still end you." She warns. Is she being playful? "Depending on the method, I might not object." Anon continues, scratching behind her ear. She tilts her head, but doesn't melt like Twilight usually does. Instead, she pushes close to him again, hooves pressed into the chair on each of his hips. She leans closer, their noses touching softly. Their lips press together again. There's no hesitation, now; Eclipse's tongue slips forward, meeting Anons as the two begin to explore a new facet of their relationship. Hot, heavy breaths, alone in a closed off study in the castle; the fire softly crackles, and Eclipse can taste the tea still on Anons lips. Their tongues roll over the other, eager to meet. There's a knock on the study door. "Princess Twilight, there's--" One of the castle servants begins, opening the door. A sudden wave of deep-purple magic slams the door shut, startling the intruding Pony and locking them out. Her and Anons tongues part, Eclipse's head lifting; the deep, rich purple of her magic harshly contrasts the desaturated color of her fur and mane. The cold expression returns to her face. "Bother me later. I am... busy." She states dryly. A hasty, muffled apology can be heard on the other side, and hoofsteps carry them away. Silence returns to the study, the fire ambience crackling. "...Think I might swoon." Anon mumbles. Twilight with an authoratative side? He could work with that. "Gonna miss the rank of Princess, once its been relegated to Presidents?" "...I might have to review my plans. That was oddly satisfying." She admits, the cold exterior melting again as she presses her nose to his oncemore. "Tack it to the end of the plans. Enjoy it while you've got it." Anon shrugs. Her gaze is locked to Anons, staring into his eyes. The cold demeanor that she permanently exudes slowly melts away whenever she looks at him -- her eyes. They're brighter than they were. They look more like Twilights eyes, than Eclipses. "I think there's one thing I'd much rather enjoy." She whispers, leaning in to softly kiss his neck, trailing kisses up his cheek, until their lips finally meet again. Twilight was usually more... excitable, but passive. Eclipse exuded her passion. She knew what Twilight wanted, and would ensure Twilight would get it. Anon found that pretty damn hot. And right now, it seemed she wanted Anon. Her richly purple glow slowly surrounds the pair, wrapping them like a blanket -- before it blinks, and they're gone, teleported away. The study is quiet, and empty, the last of the crackling logs shifting in the fireplace as the embers dull. Their bedroom, not so much.

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A Total Eclipse Of The Heart

An HIE / Anon story x Twilight, shortly following her coronation to Princess; and when stress pushes her to her limit, a new form, akin to Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon, emerges.

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<p>A short HIE / Anon x Twilight story, themed around Twilight's coronation to Princess. </p><p>A week is hardly enough time to prepare someone to take the mantle of two Princesses, as one; no matter how talented or skilled the Pony. Twilight Sparkle was Celestia's prized Pupil; Element of Harmony, and Defender of Equestria time and time again. And perhaps she could have been ready for such a monumental tasking; if she'd had the time.</p><p>Twilight spirals as the stress builds; ever since she was doubted at the Canterlot Wedding, she's silently carried a chip on her shoulder that she's tried to work past. Something inside her builds as this panic sets in, each day towards her coronation sending her into a spiraling worry. Celestia and Luna seem so sure in her, they don't notice. The other Mane girls are busy with their own tasks; they don't understand just how heavily this hits Twilight. She'd always been obsessed with Princesses and such, right? Of course she could be ready.</p><p>Only Anon, her Coltfriend, picks up that something is terribly wrong. And only he realizes just how far Twilight has spiraled, when it's not Twilight that receives the Crown; but something akin to Daybreaker, to Nightmare Moon. But this Mare is calm. Collected. Cold, even. Every other Alter-Ego the Alicorns presented launched into Evil tirades. </p><p>This one just wished him a good day, and trotted off to go do paperwork.</p><p>2nd Chapter owns the Sex tag<br/>*Added missing pic to 2nd Chapter</p>

mature

2024-02-15T09:59:42+00:00

2024-02-16T05:56:28+00:00

With a swirling burst of rich purple that swaths light across the room, Anon and Eclipse land on their bed with a heavy cushioned thud. The quiet room is quickly brought back to darkness as the light from Eclipse's magic dissipates. "Hmm..." Eclipse mutters, her horn glowing softly. Just enough to light up her, and Anon's face. He can't help but reach up, stroking her cheek with a hand while kissing the other side of her face, distracting her. She makes a bemused huff, before finally finding what she's feeling for. Several candles throughout the room flicker to life, hosting small, eerily slow-burning violet flames. Long shadows are cast, creating a comfortable, low light. It's a large bed, built for a fully-grown alicorn, sized like Celestia. Which meant it was one of the few beds in Equestria Anon felt comfortable sleeping in. The room itself was, obviously, lined with reading material, an entire corner dedicated to Twilight's light experimenting. Heavy experimentation was locked to the basement only. Soft, lavender curtains gently sway in an unfelt breeze, the entire room seemingly tingling with magic. Flat on his back, Anon feels magic start to grasp at his shirt. Button after button quickly pops free. Twilight had gotten very good at dressing, and undressing him, for very... well, the Mare had a niche interest in being taken in very particular places. His shirt is pulled off, thrown aside as Eclipse's barrel is pressed against his chest, her legs curling up beside her. She's incredibly soft, her chest fluff tickling him. She practically purrs. "You're... a lot warmer than I expected." "Telling me you've been thinking about that kind of thing? Thought you were busy planning how to overthrow Equestria from the inside." Anon teases, softly raking his fingers through her fur as he scratches her back. Fingers trace over her withers, and dig into the base of her wings, where they meet with the shoulder. "I have Twilight's memories. A fair amount of them are of you. This includes your... interactions." She mumbles, words pacing out under the duress of the massage. "More than happy to help you relive some of them; or make some new ones." Anon returns, looking Eclipse over. "Mmm..." She hums, not terribly against the idea. "I could get used to this." "And what about this?" Anon asks, before driving his thumbs firmly between the base of her wings. They unfurl, twitching open on their own from the stimuli. Hardest place to reach on a Pony; doubly so for any Pony with wings. When he wanted Twilight to melt, that was the place he aimed for. And it seemed all the same on Eclipse. Another throaty purr escapes Eclipse, her neck now leaning forward to rest her head atop Anon. Buried in faded-lavender fluff; if he closed his eyes, it felt, in every sense, like Twilight. Just... super-sized. "You keep this up, and I might have the matter of marriage pushed into priority." She mumbles. "What do you mean?" Anon asks, confused. The words give him pause, but a flick of Eclipse's tail against his leg spurs him back to massaging. "You are... hm." She pauses, finding words; she nods to herself. "I'll go with that. You are our Coltfriend. Twilights, and Mine. Two sides of the same bit, as you said. And now, you are dating royalty. So either, you ascend to the rank of Prince; or you remain some form of... Consort. And we won't be having that." She explains, her voice low. Haughty, even. Was Anon into this? He was kind of into this. Twilight had tried the commanding role, even dirty talk before. It usually ended with both of them busting a gut laughing. Eclipse, however... Twilight's feelings, straight to the point. "And I thought Luna was the only Pony I'd hear the royal 'We' out of." Anon deflects, teasing. His hands are working down her sides now, massaging close to the haunches. "I find you may be correct in your assessment; that unlike the 'natural'-born Alicorns, and their forms... Twilight and I's existence may differ. It brings into question if Cadence could perform something similar... though, she has a remarkably high stress capacity. I doubt her Alter-Ego would ever show." Eclipse theorizes, planting a quiet kiss on his head. "So, the use of 'We' actually has more credence to it than Luna's usage of it ever did." "Ha. Oh, question." Anon asks, twisting his head to look up at her. "Mm?" "What was with the glasses? When I first came in." "Ah, those... glasses infused with a spell to enhance comprehension." She explains, after a pause. "They looked good. Put your hair up in a bun, put those on; you sell the mature librarian look." Anon teases. "Oh? Mature, hmm? Should I refer to myself as your Mother or something? I remember that conversation between you and Twilight about kinks." She teases back, nudging him with her snout. It seems the two both remember the time Twilight and Anon tried to incorporate... certain types of play into their personal time. It always ended with one of them breaking, and both falling into a bout of laughter. Eclipse hums, her wingtip slowly tracing over Anons bare chest. "...So many of the memories between you two are enjoyable. Even the worst, you figured things out together. I commend your relationship." Anons hands gently cup Eclipse's face, pulling her close. He tenderly kisses her lips -- she goes to search for him with her tongue, but finds her mouth shut tight, forced into a kinder, gentler make-out. They part lips, Anon giving her a surprisingly serious look, still holding her face. "Our relationship. To love Twilight, is to love you. You're as much a part of this as 'We' are." Anon affirms, surprisingly sternly. Eclipse looks at him for a long moment. A snort escapes her. Then a giggle. It worms its way up to a chuckle, before she's laughing loudly. It's a wonderful sound. Her hoof plants itself on Anon's chest, as she leans against him, nuzzling closely. "You..." She trails off, sighing. "I love you." "I love you, too." Anon whispers. The two's lips meet again; this time, their tongues find the other. What starts as a gentle, tender greeting devolves into a messy, bodies-pushing-against-each-other competition, as Eclipse begins positioning herself directly overtop of Anon, leaning her weight on him. Chest to chest, lips to lips. Her horn begins to glow softly, and the belt of his pants begins to click open, being slid from its loops. Anon lifts his waist, as magic envelops his lower body, sliding his pants off and tossing them somewhere. It didn't matter where. Both shift in place, until his twitching member is firmly pressed between them; Eclipse sighing at the heat, unable to stifle a giggle when it twitches. For Anon; good, lord, this Mare is fucking soft. With his manhood pressed against her stomach, the two share half-lidded stares, mixed with kisses; as Anon's hands begin to roam outside of their usual massage range. She's larger than Twilight by a fair amount, so the usual fare won't work very well here. Instead, Eclipse puts her hooves over his shoulders, lifting from their most recent kiss. Her head is above his, looking down; biting her lip, as her waist shifts to press against his, the pair sinking deeper into the mattress. A low groan escapes them as Anon's member presses against the slick folds of Eclipse, her hips slowly beginning to grind. She stares down at him with a need, the bed softly squeaking with the motion. One hand caresses her chest fluff -- the other roams to her hips, gripping her side. She increases the pace. Anon can barely resist bucking his hips, surprised by how deeply he was being affected. There's a lull in her grinding -- Anon looks up, their eyes meeting. Wordlessly, she leans down, tapping her horn against his forehead. It glows for a short moment, a pulse of warmth seeping into his body. "What was...?" He starts to ask. He's promptly quieted as Eclipse leans down, pressing their lips together. Her hips raise, twisting; his twitching tip presses against her entrance, dripping wet. Then she slowly starts to lower herself. His tip throbs as its pressed against her, before it slips in. Whatever she did, it's like she enhanced his sensitivity twofold. And he had a feeling she did something similar to herself. Their hips meet, his meat fully swallowed inside of her; she bites her lip as it twitches inside. "Buck... I have no idea how Twilight took this thing." She mutters, breathing heavily. "Loudly, usually." Anon chuckles weakly, before a groan cuts him off. Eclipse gives him a 'Shut up' look. She starts to grind again, their hips rubbing without anything between them now. He can feel himself squeezed against her inner walls, the soft fur of her body rubbing against his, as sweat begins to mingle. The pace increases, Eclipse stifling a moan behind another lip-bite; right as Anon begins to buck his hips, gripping her tighter. She fails to stifle the next, their chests meeting as she falls back down onto him. A short breather. Then, she begins to lift her hips; his member slowly slides out, before she throws her flank back down, swallowing it whole again with a wet slap. Neither can stop themselves from groaning loudly. Without hands to grip the sheets with, Eclipse settles on pressing herself against Anon hard, her hips starting to rise again. The plapping sound of their hips thumping against each other begins to echo throughout the open room, sprinkled with low groans, moans and gasps. Anons hands roam wherever he can reach, and he finds Eclipse's magic doing the same. It's an odd feeling; since she's busy using her hooves for what little support she offers herself, that's not just burying Anon underneath her fur, it's like an ethereal wisp of warmth is tracing overtop of him. She picks up speed, their hips practically slamming together. Most of the pillows have been forsaken, thrown off the bed. Eclipse's mouth hangs open, gasping heavily with every moment. Drenched in sweat, the pair grit teeth and hold on as their coitus turns rough, carnal desire overtaking. Anons hands reach up, roughly grasping Eclipse's chest and wrapping around her. She startles, pausing in her movements. "W-what are you--?" She tries to mumble, right as Anon shifts, somehow sweeping the Mare off her own support, and rolling her over on the bed, getting her onto her back, hooves kicking uselessly in the air. Her wings help stabilize herself as she realizes her position, the blush on her face turning much deeper as she lays exposed. Then Anon, pressing himself into her, begins to plunge inside with a quickened, feverish pace. Hitting deeper and into new places, Eclipse's head rolls back as a low groan drones out of her, legs twitching as she's ravished. Whatever spell she cast, seemed to do more than just multiply their sensitivity. The dull, pulsing warmth won't leave their torso's; not even after the first time Anon pushes himself entirely inside, member throbbing as he paints her insides. Her backhooves wrap around him as best they can, a panting gasp escaping her. Anon is panting, sweat dripping down himself. Eclipse's fur is matted in several places, both breathing hard. Anon twitches. He's still hard. "Your spell?" He manages to wheeze out. "...I think so. Buck." Eclipse pants, biting her lip. "Alright." Anon nods; Eclipse watches as he begins to piston inside of her again, kicking it right back to the same speed they'd just left it at. Still in her sensitive afterglow, Eclipse nearly shouts, latching onto him. The spell lasts for a long, long while.

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A Total Eclipse Of The Heart

An HIE / Anon story x Twilight, shortly following her coronation to Princess; and when stress pushes her to her limit, a new form, akin to Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon, emerges.

complete

<p>A short HIE / Anon x Twilight story, themed around Twilight's coronation to Princess. </p><p>A week is hardly enough time to prepare someone to take the mantle of two Princesses, as one; no matter how talented or skilled the Pony. Twilight Sparkle was Celestia's prized Pupil; Element of Harmony, and Defender of Equestria time and time again. And perhaps she could have been ready for such a monumental tasking; if she'd had the time.</p><p>Twilight spirals as the stress builds; ever since she was doubted at the Canterlot Wedding, she's silently carried a chip on her shoulder that she's tried to work past. Something inside her builds as this panic sets in, each day towards her coronation sending her into a spiraling worry. Celestia and Luna seem so sure in her, they don't notice. The other Mane girls are busy with their own tasks; they don't understand just how heavily this hits Twilight. She'd always been obsessed with Princesses and such, right? Of course she could be ready.</p><p>Only Anon, her Coltfriend, picks up that something is terribly wrong. And only he realizes just how far Twilight has spiraled, when it's not Twilight that receives the Crown; but something akin to Daybreaker, to Nightmare Moon. But this Mare is calm. Collected. Cold, even. Every other Alter-Ego the Alicorns presented launched into Evil tirades. </p><p>This one just wished him a good day, and trotted off to go do paperwork.</p><p>2nd Chapter owns the Sex tag<br/>*Added missing pic to 2nd Chapter</p>

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2024-02-15T09:59:46+00:00

2024-02-17T02:05:21+00:00

She's smiling. A familiar, happy smile. His hand strokes her face, kissing that smiling face, the two laying naked on their bed. Another long night had passed under Eclipse's leadership. A few months into Eclipses rule has passed, as well as the enacting of her grand plan. The Nobles, obviously, did not take it very well. The common Pony, however, seemed to quite like the idea of having much more say in local politics. Civil war seemed to loom, and questions arose from those that knew Twilight. Before anything could explode into chaos, however, a string of events involving some severely incriminating evidence buckled the Noble lines. The schism was expected, manipulated, and a convenient lapse in judgement, that was definitely not pre-planned to such a devious level that Chrysalis would be proud, was used to smite any embers of civil war that could erupt. Power was slowly filtered from the Royalty, and fed to local, reformed beauracratic sects. The Nobility either turned on each-other, or stood down to preserve their own images. It wasn't all the way, but, by years end, the Princess of Equestria would be a ceremonial title at best. Eclipse was already closing in on establishing a secured magic loop that, once cast, would place the Sun and Moon on an automatic cycle. The Princesses didn't quite know how to take the news, when they heard of what was happening in Canterlot. They'd expected Twilights rule to be unique, but not quite to this degree. Any meeting with them is cordial, but firmly reminds them that they have since retired; Equestria is no longer their concern. Without their powers to move the Sun or the Moon, there is little they can do about this factor, but trust in Twilight; publicly, that is the name she still goes by. Her friends were happy for her, that she'd found a route to enjoy doing what she wanted. With some nudging from Anon, she didn't let those friendships falter; they might not be perfect, but Twilight and the other girls had been through a lot together. Eclipse's firm grasp on emotions lead to some surprisingly real conversations; some ending in comforting tears and apologies, others in clarity. Anon sighs, resting his head in his hand, looking over his furred lover. The room was dark, lit only by flickering candles. A common theme. Eclipse seemed to have an immense preference for the middling hours between Day and Night; namely, Dawn and Dusk. "Letting a little more of Twilight in every day, hm?" He hums, catching her attention. She was nearly half the size, now, only coming up to his chest. Where she used to cuddle him, now she was again the little spoon. She was a little more vibrant, but the ash-grey streak remained. Still had some hefty flank, though. "...Mm. I suppose I am." Eclipse muses quietly. "You know... you might be the first Alicorn to find a middle-ground with their alter-ego. Wouldn't exactly be out of character for Twilight to carve the path of yet another first." Anon theorizes. "...And how would you feel about that? A lover that is not quite Twilight, and not quite Eclipse?" She asks, searching his face. Her only answer is the kiss against her lips, the two holding each-other close.

quinick12345

551332

Original Character,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish

The Woodworking Apprentice

A young apprentice helps his master make a paddle.

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<p>Apprenticeships are common in Equestria for certain young ponies. One such apprentice works with her master in the woodworking business. Occasionally, he has to help make some odd tools, especially for his age.</p>

teen

2024-02-11T09:47:09+00:00

2024-02-11T09:47:08+00:00

A woodworking master was a highly respected profession in Equestria. These ponies would make only the finest wood products. If you wanted something perfect, extremely durable and was willing to pay the extra price for it, you would go to these ponies. Of course, these masters had to learn their craft from somewhere and this is where apprenticeships came in. Indeed, this was a job where the master would take an apprentice, usually a young pony with a talent for this craft under their wings and train them to become future masters. One such apprentice was a brown pegasus colt with a red mane and tail who had recently acquired a cutie mark through fixing a wooden chair. His parents were quick to find him his current master, a dark grey coated and orange maned unicorn stallion after he expressed a desire to pursue this career path. A few months later and he was working alongside him. ”Alright kid, today were making a paddle.” Said the woodworking master. The apprentice nodded, although he had to hold back a wince. He, of course, knew that they would be making any sort of wooden object, including ones used for paddlings, but being at an age where spankings were a common punishment made these assignments a bit uncomfortable. He recalled the shock of having to help make a paddle for the very first time and hoped that whatever colt or filly who got the receiving end of it would not be too mad at him. ”What do we do first?” Asked the master. He would usually ask this before they began making anything to help build the apprentice’s memory of the procedures. ”If the buyer requested a specific design, then we first need to draw up the schematics for how it will look. If the buyer wants your recommended design, then we can begin by getting wood and marking out the shape.” ”Very good.” Praised the master. “Thankfully, the recommended was requested today so we can get straight to work. Bring me a small plank of oak wood.” The apprentice nodded before going to get the wood. His master preferred to use oak for spanking implements, although he has heard examples of other woodworkers using different types of wood. It was up to the personal preference of the individual woodworker. After the colt delivered the wood, he helped his master draw and mark the shape of what the paddle would be on it by holding the ruler still for him. Then, he watched as the stallion used his saw to cut out the shape from the hard wooden oak, allowing the surprisingly strong scented saw dust to fall to the floor to be mopped up later, showing just how messy of a job this could be. Since this was a short plank, he wasn’t allowed to help with this just yet. He was still a young colt who had only recently started learning woodworking, after all and his master valued safety above all else. Once the shape was cut out, the future paddle’s sides were trimmed so that it would not be too thick for proper use. What was left was a thin piece of block, which was then put back on the saw to have the handle properly shaped. ”Yes, this’ll do.” Announced the master. “Now, I want you to make its edges smooth while I make the straps for the handle.” ”Me?” Asked the apprentice. Up until now, he was only made to do the handles for objects such as this. He never smoothed hard edges before. ”Yes, you. I think you know enough by now to do it. Just be sure to make the handle round and the base still thin, like how I showed you.” ”Alright.” Said the colt with some hesitance. Now alone, the apprentice grabbed some sandpaper and got to work. He decided start with the handle, figuring that it would be the easier part. As he worked on it, his previous hesitance slowly faded away. His master was right: he was ready for this. Still, it was not a short process as perfection was required. As the colt did his task, he wondered what his classmates were doing. His apprenticeships allowed him permission to skip some classes, but he was still forced to take others that were deemed essential. Something about still needing a proper education, social life and all that junk. He found it pointless and stupid. His apprenticeship did make him a bit of a popular figure amongst the other foals. They would often ask him about the work he did with his master. These questions would sometimes get awkward when they'ed ask about him making spanking implements. So far, he did help make a couple of paddles and some other things that could also be used for spankings. He wondered if those were ever used on the butts of anyone he knew. He felt some guilt thinking about it, even though he knew that he shouldn’t. Once he was satisfied with the handle, he continued onto the sides. They required trimming so that they would be nice and smooth both for aesthetics and to avoid accidental cuts. He was a bit more careful with this as he couldn’t just rely on doing circular motions for it as the whole thing needed to be consistent in its looks. After some time working on it, he double checked the sides and fixed up anything he believed to be needing it. With that, he was done. He inspected the “weapon” he had helped create. It was a nice paddle, small enough to easily wield even if its recipient was close by and large enough to cover a good chunk of a pony butt. It was thinner than a typical paddle, which was the master’s preference. Every woodworking master had their own ways of making certain products. The apprentice recalled his master saying that one colleague of his made them resemble ping pong paddles while another went with a more traditional design with the flat part being thicker than the one in his hoof. All of them tortured bums in their own uniquely horrible ways. He wondered if he would eventually start making his own designs or if he would copy this one in the future. Either way, he did not envy whoever’s parents were ordering this. ”Ah, I see you’re done.” Said the master as he walked in, startling the apprentice. ”Yes sir.” ”Give it here then.” The apprentice obeyed. He nervously watched as his master inspected the weapon. He did not want to disappoint him. ”Good job, kid. Couldn’t have done it better myself.” The stallion praised earning a smile from the colt. The apprentice was very proud of himself for pulling this off so well at the first try. He had a lot of respect for his master who, while strict, was generally nice to him and a very good teacher so he always did his best to impress him. ”Since you did such a good job so far, how would you like to put the wrapping on?” ”I’ll do it!” Eager to earn more praise from his teacher, the colt carefully put the wrapping onto the handle of the paddle. It was made from the usual black synthetic leather that was common with pony equipment that used it. This part was much easier for him as he already had some experience with it. ”Very good.” Said the master when it was finished. “Now.” He continued. “Time to enchant it.” The enchantment process involved the master placing the paddle on a table set up for enchantment purposes, which looked more like a pedestal with various runes embedded inside of it. Next to the table, there was a small drawer that contained an odd piece of cloth that was magically enchanted itself. The master wrapped that cloth around the object, placed it on the table and grabbed a small rod from the top of the drawer. He then used his innate magic with the magical rod to quickly enchant the paddle. This was standard procedure for small items like this and relatively easy once one learned to do it. Larger items, such as tables, however, were far more tricky to enchant requiring a lot more time and effort. All equipment made by woodworkers were magical artifacts, although their effects weren’t very flashy: All they did was ensure that the objects do not catch fire or rot as easily as they otherwise would. By no means, were their works indestructible, but they were hard to break and the longevity given to them from the magic made them last for a very, very long time. This paddle could very well be handed down from generation to generation for a long time in whatever family it would be given to. One did not need to be a unicorn like the master was to do these enchantments, but the apprentice did not have enough control of his internal magic to properly do it yet so, just like with the sawing, he was stuck watching his master work. As the master finished, he gave the paddle a few quick swings, seemingly satisfied with it. It was then that the apprentice’s good mood took a dive downwards as he remembered what was coming next. ”All right, turn around.” The master ordered. The apprentice groaned and did just that, bracing himself for what was to come as he knew that this was a required step in the whole process. ’Smack!’ ‘Smack!’ ‘Smack!’ Three hard swats with the paddle straight onto the colt’s bottom. Naturally, he yelped and started rubbing his sore backside almost immediately. ”Did you have to hit that hard?” He whined. The older pony shrugged. “Sorry kid, you know we need to make sure it works properly, and this paddle is definitely not meant to be swung lightly.” It was considered an important part for woodworkers to test out their creations before giving them to the clients. Whether it be sitting in a chair for a few minutes or in this case, giving the paddle some test swings. With spanking implements, it was generally up to the apprentices, who were usually children to take the brunt of the testing. The colt sometimes wondered how woodworkers without apprentices tested them. He knew from one of his master’s stories that at least one woodworker would pay his daughter a bit to test the implements he made on her, but surely, that couldn’t have been an option for all of them. The master then left the room to give the newly made paddle a quick cleaning in preparation to give it to his clients. The apprentice, meanwhile, could not help but take a look at the damage the object had caused. He flew up to the only mirror in the work room, as he was a little too short to look at it normally. Indeed, his bottom now sported three bright red marks. They stung too. He would definitely not want a full spanking from that thing. He remembered when he first had to test a paddle. He was so nervous to go home, thinking that his parents would assume that he did something bad while at work but thankfully, they already knew about this particular aspect of his job so all he got from them was an amused chuckle, although his classmates comments of him helping to make and test out a paddle did get on his nerves, something that he would have to deal with today as he'd be having a class that he would have to attend before going home. ”Well-made, isn’t’ it?” Suddenly asked the master, who had just walked back in while levitating a clean paddle with his magic. The colt yelped and dropped to the ground. He turned around to see the stallion staring down at him in amusement. He blushed in embarrassment. The woodworker gave a hearty laugh. “Don’t worry kid; I remember checking myself out whenever I had to test these things.” He gave the colt a wry grin. “Just like how I’m sure the unfortunate recipient of this baby will be looking at his own flank soon enough.” The apprentice winced. “Yea.” He said timidly, still embarrassed. ”Anyways, the clients are here. Come, let’s go greet them.” ”Already? They must live close by.” The apprentice thought as he followed the older pony. At the cash register, where requests and transactions took place, a pair of ponies were waiting for the two. The colt immediately recognized who they were. ”Mom?! Dad?!” He asked at the shock of seeing his parents. ”Hello to you too.” Said the colt’s father. ”B-but why?” He asked as a sudden growing sense of dread materialized within him. ”To pick up our order, of course.” Answered the father as he took out a small bag of bits from his saddlebag. ”Your teacher told us about how you skipped school yesterday.” The mother elaborated, causing the apprentice to let out an audible gulp. ”Um, th-that was-“ He tried to say but was stopped when his mother put a hoof over his mouth. ”Save it!” She scolded. “Were proud of your work here, but being an apprentice does not excuse you from skipping school, especially since you don’t even have to attend all of your classes.” ”At least your work gave us the avenue to get just the thing we need to deal with such an issue.” His dad chimed in as he paid for the paddle. The mare rolled her eyes. “After your finished working here, I expect you to go to school and then straight back home." She glared at her son "Do you understand?” The young colt could only frantically nod. ”Good. You already got a taste of your new paddle already. Expect your hindquarters to get to know it a lot more once you get home.” Said the mother before she and her husband told their goodbyes and left. ”Can’t say I envy you, kid.” Said the master. “Your butt definitely won’t like that paddle we made.” The stallion gazed at the shocked colt in sympathy. “Come back to the work room when you’re ready. I need your help with a table.” He started to make his way back to the workroom before turning back. “Oh, and remember that stool we made for your parents a while back? I heard your parents mention it in relation to your paddle, so you might wanna watch out for that as well.” He realized that he probably made it worse by telling that. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad." He tried to reassure him before walking away. Now alone, the colt suddenly felt the three spank marks start to ache. He subconsciously curled his tail around them, knowing full well just how much worse it would soon get. He knew that there was no way out of this, so he could only spend a good minute whimpering at that spot before joining his master to continue his work and school day.

Harmony Passionflower

551333

Applejack,Cutie Mark Crusaders,Discord,Rarity,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

PonyTales

The Cutie Mark Crusaders receive the opportunity of a lifetime when they agree to trade lives with creatures from another dimension. Chaos and hilarity quickly ensue.

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<p>The Cutie Mark Crusaders have just about had it. They’re dying for adventure; thirsty for a little action that will spice up the mundaneness of their ordinary Ponyville lives. So when an interdimensional rift unexpectedly opens to another world inhabited by alien beings who share their feelings (and look suspiciously similar to ducks), their wishes might just be coming true. Both parties eagerly agree to switch places for a day to get a taste of what the others’ world is like. From barbaric Beagle Boys to truculent timber wolves, what could possibly go wrong?</p><p>This wacky tale is a crossover with <i>My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic</i> and the highly popular <i>DuckTales</i> 2017 reboot. Both being beloved reboots based on classic 80’s TV series, this hilarious story is an adventure for all to enjoy. Loaded with the humor and streak of heart both shows are known for, it is sure to entertain readers of all ages and leave them singing <i>Woo-oo! </i><br/><i> </i><br/>Note: This story takes place between “Brotherhooves Social” and “Crusaders of the Lost Mark” of <i>My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic </i>and “The Other Bin of Scrooge McDuck!” and “The Last Crash of the Sunchaser!” of <i>DuckTales.</i> Includes minor spoilers from all previous episodes. You have been warned.</p><p>Cover art by miky94c &amp; GoShoppi</p>

everyone

2024-02-11T11:55:24+00:00

2024-02-19T23:08:37+00:00

“Welcome ya’ll, Crusaders! The one hundred fifty-sixth meetin’ of the Cutie Mark Crusaders is officially in session!” Apple Bloom, a young yellow earth pony with a red mane, tail, and eyes announced boldly from the podium inside her treehouse. Like the rest of her family, she spoke with an adorable southern drawl. Her enormous pink bow bounced at the back of her head as she spoke. “Now, whadda ya say we do today?” “Gee, I dunno,” sighed Scootaloo, the orange pegasus filly with a purple mane, tail, and eyes as she sat on the ground in front of the podium. She spoke on a slightly raspy voice. “I just adjourned the most recent meeting of the Rainbow Dash Fan Club yesterday, so we won’t be having another one of those for at least a week.” Sweetie Belle, the little unicorn, just grunted and slumped on the floor with her rump in the air. She had a white coat, a curly pink and lavender mane and tail, and green eyes. “I was going to suggest we plan a girl’s day out with our sisters, but Rarity’s busy today. She said I could tag along and be her assistant, so I told her ‘hard pass.’ She’s going gem collecting with Spike. Again.” Sweetie gagged and made a face. Apple Bloom frowned. “Yeah, Applejack’s pretty booked, too. It’s apple buck season, and she’s been workin’ extra hard cuz she doesn’t wanna fall behind schedule. And since we just came back from our lessons with Twilight, we won’t needin’ any of those for a while, either.” She brightened. “Ooh, Ah know! Does anypony have any ideas for–” Scootaloo held up her hoof. “No, Apple Bloom. We don’t have any new ideas for earning our cutie marks. In fact, we haven’t had any new ideas for a while, and I should know.” She nodded towards the poster made of butcher paper pasted to the wall, covered in crossed-out drawings and chicken scratch writing of failed cutie mark-earning attempts. “Believe me, if I had any ideas, they would’ve been out of my mouth before this meeting even started.” “So…that’s it, then?” said Apple Bloom. “We have no idea what we’re gonna do today?” Sweetie Belle lifted her head, smacked it on the ground, lifted her head, then smacked it again. She chanted in sync to each thump. “Bored…bored…bored…bored…bored…” “Would you cut that out!?” Apple Bloom blurted. “You’ve said that a million times. Ah’m tryin’ to focus.” Sweetie Belle lifted her head once more, only this time she looked at Apple Bloom. “I can’t help it,” she whined. “I really am bored. And anyway, I only said it like four times.” “Five, actually,” Scootaloo corrected. “How do you know?” asked Sweetie Belle, sitting up. “Uuuhh…” Scootaloo giggled and smiled nervously. “I was keeping track.” She sheepishly held up a writing slate with five tally marks written in chalk. “Cuz I’m bored, too.” “Well, we’re not gonna let a little thing like boredom stop us!” said Apple Bloom determinedly, hopping down from the podium. “C’mon, girls, think! What do we usually do when we’re havin’ a slow day?” “That’s just the problem: we’ve had too many slow days!” Sweetie Belle gestured emphatically with her hoof. “What’re ya talkin’ about?” Apple Bloom was genuinely confused. “C’mon, Apple Bloom, get real!” exclaimed Scootaloo, coming over to her friend’s side. “Do you not remember last week when we spent nearly the entire day moping around the clubhouse while waiting for our visit to Zecora’s?” “Well, yeah, but that was just one time. Ah don’t see how–” “Or how about three days ago when we went to town to run errands for AJ?” offered Sweetie Belle as she stood up. “After that, we were at such a loss of what to do, we accepted Fluttershy’s invitation to her tea party with Discord. With Discord!” she yelped, grabbing Apple Bloom’s face and squeezing it until her lips puckered like a fish. Sweetie brought Apple Bloom’s face up to her own until they booped noses. “Just think about that for a minute!” Apple Bloom winced and pulled her face out of Sweetie Belle’s grasp. Rubbing her cheek with a hoof, she said, “Okay, Ah admit we might be scraping the bottom of the barrel.” “More like getting desperate,” grumbled Scootaloo, crossing her arms. “You heard Sweetie Belle, right? Since when do we willingly hang out with the lord of chaos!?” “Yeah, ya do have a point there. But maybe we just need to look at things from a new angle. Y’know, shake things up a bit. Cloudsdale wasn’t built in a day, after all.” “That’s it!” shouted Sweetie Belle, jumping into the air and flailing her legs around. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo looked confused. “What’s it?” asked Scootaloo. “We need to get a different angle! Just not figuratively like Apple Bloom was saying. We need an actual new angle! Lit-er-ally!” “Just what’re you insinuatin’?” said a suspicious Apple Bloom, narrowing her eyes. “I’m saying we need to get out of Ponyville.” “What!?” shouted Apple Bloom and Scootaloo in unison. “C’mon, girls, think about it. Nothing remarkable ever happens around here. We always hear the stories of how our sisters and their friends have saved Equestria dozens of times. And where does all the action always happen?” Sweetie Belle marched over the window and pointed towards the Canterlot castle visible in the skyline while smiling smugly. “Duh! Not in Ponyville!” “Um, technically speaking, the very first villain they defeated was right here. In Ponyville,” Scootaloo corrected. “Or did ya fergit ‘bout Nightmare Moon?” questioned Apple Bloom, quirking a brow. “Okay, so the One Thousandth Summer Sun Celebration didn’t go off as planned. Big whoop. The most we got to see was the threat of eternal night, blah blah blah. Everything else took place in the Everfree Forest, and even though that place is weird, it’s not Discord-making-a-cupcake-sprout-wings-and-sing-country-music level weird.” “Eh, she’s got a point,” Scootaloo admitted. “Even when villains do attack Ponyville, it’s not like we ever get to do anything.” Sweetie Belle put her hooves on the windowsill and gazed wistfully towards Canterlot. “We’re either evacuated, or in hiding, or prisoners, or victims of the villain’s mischief. What I wouldn’t give to get involved in little more action! If I have play pincushion for Rarity one more mediocre day, I’m gonna go batty!” “Ya know what, she’s right. I wouldn’t mind a little action myself,” said Scootaloo, crouching down and striking a daring pose not unlike Rainbow Dash. “Well, now that ya mention it, things are a little mundane around here,” Apple Bloom admitted. “When we’re not tryin’ to earn our cutie marks, it’s just school, or homework, or playin’, or chores.” “Nothing special about that,” Scootaloo remarked. “My point exactly,” said Sweetie Belle, getting down on all fours. “And things are gonna stay mundane unless we do something about it. So who’s with me?” “Now, hold on just a minute there, Sweetie,” said Apple Bloom cautiously. “We can’t just go prancin’ 'round Equestria like we own the place. We’re not allowed. ‘Sides, our families would be onto us in a jiffy. If they knew what we were plannin’, we’d be in heaps o’ trouble.” “Yeah!? Well, I wish we could go a place where it wouldn’t be so darn boring all the time!” Sweetie Belle shouted. “Another world, even! A place where we could have grand adventures and do something a little different for a change! Literally anywhere except Equestria!” Apple Bloom and Scootaloo stared at Sweetie Belle, slack-jawed. Their eyes grew huge and their pupils shrank. They tried moving their mouths, but no sounds came out. Sweetie Belle gazed at them, then sighed. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled. I’m just so frustrated, y’know?” “Uuuhh–Sweetie Belle–” Apple Bloom started. “We could be anywhere in the world right now, and instead we have to be stuck here in this cramped little treehouse!” Sweetie continued, ignoring Apple Bloom entirely. “B–behind you–” Scootaloo squeaked, pointing. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Maybe I should just put it all behind me.” “No–I mean look!” Scoot grabbed Sweetie Belle’s head and turned it in the direction she and Apple Bloom were facing. Sweetie took one look and gasped. During her rant, she had failed to notice the tiny glowing green vortex spiraling in the wall. It was very small at first, no bigger than a bit, but now it was slowly expanding. “What the hay? Wha–what is that thing!? Sweetie Belle cried. “You don’t know? I thought you were doing that!” exclaimed Scootaloo. “I’m not capable of that kind of magic! Do you even see my horn glowing?” “Well, whatever it is, it’s getting bigger!” “Wait a second…it kinda looks like a portal,” said Apple Bloom. Suddenly she looked suspicious. “Ya think Discord’s up to his ole tricks again?” “I don’t think so. Discord’s portals are blue, remember? This one is green,” Scoot pointed out. Her eyes grew even wider, if that were even possible. “Y-you don’t think it’s Chrysalis, do you?” she shuddered. “Nah. Accordin’ to Twilight, her portals look more like green fire. It is strange, though. We don’t know any other creatures who can just make portals like that, except maybe Tirek. But he’s locked up in Tartarus.” “Unless…it’s a creature we don’t know! As in, someone not of this world!” Sweetie Belle gasped. “Come again?” said Scootaloo skeptically. “Don’t you remember what Twilight said? She traveled through a magic mirror that actually led to another world! Three times!” “Yeah, but that was a mirror, Sweetie.” Apple Bloom rolled her eyes. “Ah don’t think it’s possible for a random portal to just spontaneously–” “Sshhh! I hear something!” Sweetie Belle hissed, stuffing a hoof in Apple Bloom’s mouth. Sure enough, faint sounds slipped through the portal as it grew larger. It was soft and warbled at first, almost as if they were listening to an old record player. Soon enough, however, the sounds morphed into voices and then coherent words and sentences. “Seriously, Lou, how many times do I have to tell you? That’s not how the universe works! Just wishing for something you want doesn’t magically will it to happen! It defies all the known laws and properties of physics!” It sounded like a young boy with a somewhat nasally and domineering voice. “I mean, hello! Have you even heard of the chaos theory!?” “Hm. Says the guy who fought a mummy, climbed up Mt. Neverrest, and discovered a Sasquatch,” another voice snickered. This one was also a boy, though it was markedly more sarcastic and slightly higher in pitch. “He’s got a point, Hue,” a third voice chimed in, this one also male. It sounded more upbeat and full of energy. “Just because you’ve never seen something doesn’t mean it’s impossible.” “Aw, give him a break, you guys,” said a young female voice, bright and chipper. “Sure, we’ve all seen our fair share of odd things in the past, but that doesn’t mean–wait, what’s that?” The third voice gasped. “Louie, what did you do!?” “Wasn’t me! Why does everyone always blame me?” the second voice whined. “Because e-ver-y time something like this happens, you are to blame!” the third one said, slowly and emphatically. “What're you guys talking about?” the first voice demanded. “I don’t see anything. Are you all hallucinating?” Then he gasped. “Am I hallucinating? Are anyone of you even real? Nobody move! Where did I put my Junior Woodchuck Guidebook!?” The portal had finally stopped growing. It now stood as tall and wide as a doorway, and it acted at such, allowing the three young fillies to stare in awe at what lay at the other side. They could hardly believe their eyes. Before them in what appeared to be a bedroom stood four ducklings: three boys and a girl. At least they looked like ducklings, but it was kind of hard to tell. They appeared to be white Pekin ducks, though they were much taller than the ordinary duck. They stood at about three feet, which was about the same height as the average pony mare. They had very large heads and eyes, as well as tiny necks. But the strangest thing of all was that they were all wearing clothes. Not that the Crusaders had never seen other sapient creatures before, but ducks? Now this was unheard of. One duckling dangled from his legs upside down on the middle bunk of a triple-decked bunk bed. He was dressed all in blue, from his dark blue t-shirt to the lighter blue baseball shirt he wore underneath. His feathers stood pointed and erect on his head, and his beak was hanging open in shock. Another duckling wore a green hoodie and his feathers were styled like a rich frat boy. He slouched lazily in a beanbag chair, a can of a soft drink in one hand. He was also staring at some sort of flat green metallic rectangle in his other hand. He had had a bored expression on his face along with half-closed eyelids, but as soon as he noticed the portal, he sat up and gaped with widened eyes. The third duckling was wearing an indigo vest, a pink shirt underneath with the sleeves rolled up, and a purple skirt. A pink bow held her swept-aside bangs into place, and she wore her feathers in a short stylish bob. She stood only a few feet from the portal, and while she looked surprised, she did not appear nearly as shocked as the two boys did. The last duckling had a red polo shirt and cap, and his feathery bangs hung shaggily about his forehead. He was frantically flipping through a book. When he spoke, the first voice came out of his mouth. “Checking…checking…c’mon, I know I saw it in here somewhere–a-ha!” He triumphantly stopped flipping. “Here we are! “How to Tell if You Are a Victim of a Hallucinogen.” That sounds promising. Step oooonnne…whaaat are you all looking at?” The duckling pulled the book down from in front of his face. He had had his back facing the portal from when it began expanding up until now, so he had yet to notice the now very prominent portal directly behind him. Seeing the other ducklings’ shocked faces, however, he slowly turned. He dropped his book. His eyes widened, he opened his beak, and gasped loudly. “Hazahazoozahaza…whaaaaa…?” “So,” said Sweetie Belle smugly to Apple Bloom, “what were you saying about it being impossible for portals from other worlds to randomly appear?” Apple Bloom just blinked with her mouth wide open. She was in too much shock. “Hello,” said Scootaloo timidly, waving her hoof. Pause. For a moment, no one said anything. “Well that’s new,” the duck in blue said, being the owner of the third voice. The one in red gurgled a little. Then he fainted. The pink one slowly put her hands to her cheeks, her pupils growing huge and sparkly. She squealed in a high-pitched voice. “Hoh-oh-hoh-wweeeeeeeeeeeeeee…” Stone-faced, the green one slowly held up the rectangle. A little light flashed near the top. CLICK! Went the camera shutter.

Liefline Stories

551339

Discord,Fluttershy,Princess Luna,Twilight Sparkle,Adventure,Horror,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

A mother's curse

For some time now, more and more children have been disappearing from Ponyvill.

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<p>For some time now, more and more children have been disappearing from Ponyvill.<br/>Parents feel helpless and everyone asks themselves: What is the reason for the disappearance? Is it a new evil force or something completely different?</p><p>Twilight and her friends also wanted to find out, but they could never have guessed what they were getting themselves into and that you will receive unexpected help. </p><p>______________________________________________________*****_________________________________________________________</p><p>English is not my first language so I apologize for any grammar or spelling errors</p>

teen

2024-02-11T15:29:03+00:00

2024-02-11T21:11:08+00:00

It's been two weeks, two weeks since the first foals disappeared. Two weeks where everyone is looking for the little one and no pony knew where they were. Two weeks in which every Pony asked themselves whether their own child was safe. First to disappear was a little girl named Toola Roola. She was on her way to school but never got there. Her parents were worried sick and immediately started looking for her, but to no avail. The search lasted for 3 days before the next foal, a boy named Tender Taps, also disappeared, this time on the way home after playing with friends. The whole village started searching again but again without success, even special magic to find missing Ponys had no success, it was as if the little one had been swallowed by the earth. From that moment on, no child was allowed to be outside alone, only in groups of at least 3 children or under the supervision of an older child or adult. But despite the precautions and increased supervision, children continued to disappear. No pony knew what else they could do, some were of the opinion that they shouldn't let the children out of the house anymore and others even wanted to build a wall around ponyville. In the end, all ideas were rejected; they wanted to protect the children and not lock them up. "Children need to be able to play outside with others, otherwise it will harm their development!", shouted a mare with a green mane and orange coat. "The children will no longer have any development if they continue to disappear!",replied a stallion with a light brown coat and black mane. "Every pony be quiet!" Twilight shouted over the crowd of angry ponyes. She stood in front of the town hall with the mayor, who also tried to calm the crowds. "We promise we will do everything in our power to find the missing foals and prevent more from disappearing." said the mayor, her face full of determination. "Promises are of no use to us! We have to do something now! My little Petunia has been missing for 5 days now and we can't find her anywhere!" cried a crying mare while her husband tried to calm her down. "She is right!" another mare agreed. "Little Scootaloo disappeared two days ago and despite all our efforts we couldn't even find a small trace of her!" Murmurs of agreement went through the crowd. Scootaloo was a very conspicuous child and was always out with her friends, her disappearance shocked many Ponys. "I'm telling you this is dark magic!" an old Mare called out from the crowd. "It's not dark magic!" Twilight shouted, looking seriously into the crowd. "We searched the areas where the foals disappeared with special spells and we couldn't find any traces of magic." She explained calmly as she continued to look at the crowd. "Whatever is causing the foals to disappear it's not magic which means we can stop it and bring the children back home." The Discussions continued for some time before it was decided to dissolve the meeting for the day. Sighing heavily, Twilight descended the stairs in front of the town hall. Her friends were already waiting for her. "Oh Twilight." Pinkie gently took the mare in her arms. "Don't worry Pinkie, I'm fine." Twilight reassured her friend and pulled away from her hug. "Are you sure? They gave you a lot of trouble up there?" Rainbow Dash asked, also worried. "Yes, everything's fine, I'm just worried about whether we can really find the little ones." Twilight admitted quietly, looking at the ground. "If anyone can do it, it's yousugar cube." Applejack said firmly and put an arm around the unicorn. "Yea! And we will help you, you can count on us!" Rainbow Dash agreed firmly. "Thank you, sometimes I don't know what I would do without you." Twilight smiled and looked at her friends and felt the determination gathering within her again. They would find the foals no matter where they were. "Where is Fluttershy?" Twilight asked after she had regained some motivation. The yellow pony with the light pink mane is nowhere to seen. "She wanted to ask Discord if he could help us with the missing ponies, she said he would definitely have an idea." Rarity explained, but you could tell she didn't believe Discord would help them. "I don't know if he will be of much help to us." Rainbow Dash said what the white unicorn was thinking. "I wouldn't be surprised if he was behind the little one's disappearance just to play a prank on us." "Rainbow Dash!" Twilight said clearly, looking admonished at her friend. "Discord is our ally and he has proven several times that we can trust him. If Fluttershy thinks he can help us, we have to trust her decision." Not entirely convinced, Rainbow crossed her hooves over her chest but didn't say anything else. "Twilight is right! If Fluttershy trusts Discord, we should too." Pinkie said and smiled encouragingly. "I'm sure he knows ways how to find ponies that we haven't thought of yet! We just have to think positively." "Pinkie Pie is right, we need to start thinking positively again." Twilight agreed with the party pony. "But what if she don't manage to convince him, what options haven't we tried yet?" Applejack interjected worriedly, the thought of her little sister disappearing next had been plaguing her and her family ever since the first disappearance. "Don't worry Applejack, I'm sure she can do it and if not I'll personally go to the princesses and ask them for help." Twilight replied to her friend. The only reason Twilight hadn't gone to the princesses yet is because she was afraid of bothering them with her problems, she wanted to try to solve the problem herself before going to the godlike ponies. "I hope you're right about that, sugarcube." Applejack said and looked at Twilight worriedly. "I'm sure Applejack." replied the purple unicorn and smiled encouragingly at her friend.

Udahyas

551342

Princess Cadance,Queen Chrysalis,Alternate Universe,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Little Chrissy

Cute oneshot about an ordinary day Cadance and Chrysalis, who was turned into a filly after the attack on Canterlot.

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<p>After repelling the attack on Canterlot, the ponies were able to catch Chrysalis. For a very long time, her fate was discussed, until Pinkie Pie proposed a crazy solution: To turn the changeling queen into a child.</p><p>Despite the absurdity of such a decision, it was made and the newly minted filly was taken under the care of Princess Cadance, who is surprisingly very gentle to Chrysalis.</p><p>Just yesterday was Hearts and Hooves Day, and because of this, Cadance is just overflowing with love. It's good that she has a 'daughter' who is able to absorb all the extra love.</p>

everyone

2024-02-11T18:27:12+00:00

2024-02-13T17:13:01+00:00

Mm, so soft. . . The throne in the hive doesn't even come close to that. Warmer and softer than any body. Envelops me from below and above. No unnecessary noise. I've never felt like this in my life. . . so, weird. It's like I'm not in any danger. But what is it? Slowly, my eyes opened and looked around. The walls looked like they were made of crystal. The blinding and annoying light that shines from the window directly into my eyes. Shielding myself from the light with my front hooves, I looked down. My body was located on an incredibly huge bed and was covered with a blanket on top. I tried to pull it off. Correction, this is a heavy blanket. "Oh no," I muttered in an incredibly thin and high-pitched voice that annoyed me. Finally, the drowsiness disappeared, and all the necessary information quickly scrolled through my mind. I, Queen Chrysalis, have invaded Canterlot to feed my people. But I was defeated. Instead of a normal solution, like a life sentence, I was turned into a child. A child! And the worst thing is that she decided to appoint a 'guardian' for me. In a simple way, a new parent. And this. . . Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and Princess Cadance entered, holding a tray of food with her magic. Not only does it make no sense, she smiled and cheerfully said coming up to me: "Good morning, little one! How did you sleep? Did you have nightmares? If so, you can tell me everything, I'm always there to comfort you, dear! " Rrr, she's acting like I've never been a powerful Queen. It pisses me off! Uh, it doesn't matter. I can't change anything right now. I shook my head slightly before completely ignoring her questions and asking irritably, " Why did you bring a tray of food here? Changelings can't get any energy from the stupid food ponies eat! " In response, Cadance only giggled slightly and sat down on the bed opposite me before saying, stretching out a hoof to my mane: " I know that, little one. It's just that yesterday, in honor of the day of hearts and hooves, there was a big holiday that you couldn't attend because of the naptime. But, don't worry. I brought you a cake!" Don't even think about it! I bared my teeth and the next second I took a bite. Well, I tried to be more precise. A moment before the contact, Cadance pulled her hoof back, which made me bite the air. To make matters worse, the next second I felt my mane being stroked. "Little one, biting is not very good behavior. Maybe you should eat a cake and then play a little? Twilight read a lot of books and told me that games are a very important component of a child's development!" Cadance said softly, making me snort. Honestly, one day I will take revenge on you. I briefly looked at my tormentor from under my forehead, to which she only smiled. Sighing, I looked down and saw that right in front of me was a tray with several cakes, for each of which a separate plate was allocated. While I was looking at the useless food, Cadance said gently again, "Just don't eat too many sweets, okay? You might get a tummy ache!" Disgusting. With extreme reluctance, I grabbed the spoon with my magic and took a small piece of the only cake that didn't annoy me with its appearance. It had alternating layers of black and bright green. Taking a deep breath, I put the piece in my mouth and swallowed it as quickly as possible. But despite this, I was able to taste it. This is. . . satisfactory. Something sweet and something similar to nuts, but very soft. Cadance cheerfully clapped her hooves and said enthusiastically: "You like it, you like it, little one! How nice to see your cute little smile!" Did I really smile because of the food? This has never happened when I was feeding on someone else's love. No, don't think about it! I hissed in response to what she just giggled and asked looking into my eyes: "Well, will you have more?" Never in my life. If you want something, I'll do exactly the opposite. "I get it, you don't really want to eat right now. Well, then I'll just ask someone to take these plates and put them in the fridge until better times. Okay, then let's get you out to fully start another great day!" Cadance said before grabbing me with her front hooves and gently pulling me out from under the blanket. For just a second, she dared to try to hold me to her chest, but when she heard a loud growl, she nodded and just put me on the bed. Great, I can move now. I started flexing and unbending my hooves, trying to wake up my tiny body and preferably make it stronger. After a couple of seconds, I started doing the same thing with the wings and I could swear that Cadance only allowed herself to chuckle for a moment. As soon as I thought about her, she raised her voice again: "Great, little one! It can be hard for your little hooves to move your pretty little body, especially after sleeping, so a warm-up is necessary. You're so smart, I'm proud of you. " I instantly glared at Cadance and said irritably, "Leave me alone. I have been removed from the management of my subjects, even though I am the only being who knows what they need. So I was turned into this thing, with almost no magic left. You're only making it worse!" Oh, it won't change anything. I tell her this several times every day. She's been used to it for a long time. In response, Cadance only quickly ruffled my mane before getting out of bed and saying, "It's okay, little one. All ponies are a bit grumpy when they woke up. Come on, you're going to stretch your little hooves and I'll get your toys. I'm sure it will cheer you up!" For just a moment, I wanted to thank her. The toys that were provided to me are probably the only good thing that has happened to me since I was turned into this. They are like that. . . comforting. Almost every night I take one particular toy and fall asleep with it, but the next day I wake up without it. But then I remembered how Cadance treats me all the time. I am not a child and a pony who does not agree with this does not deserve any respect! It doesn't matter. Anyway, this tormentor absolutely does not care about my words. It seems that she lives in another reality. I sighed and jumped off my bed onto the floor. To be precise, on the red carpet. Yes, my room can be said to be as secure as possible. Every inch of the floor was covered with carpet, and a special pad was put in every dangerous corner. In general, they treat me like a baby. There is no other way to explain it. "Here's your kingdom, Sweetheart!" Cadance said before putting a large dollhouse in front of me that looked like an absolutely exact replica of my hive, only a small one. Inside, there were many changeling figures that were made of wood. But the best figure on the throne. It was my copy. This is my real appearance, the state I'm in now, it's a lie and a mockery. Returning to reality, I felt hungry. I long for love. But I won't let Cadance feel like my savior because of this. I will take all the love I need by force! All me need is. . . Suddenly, I felt myself being pushed from behind and heard Cadance's words: "Come on, sugar, play. It's good for your development! " With an exasperated snort, I sat down right in front of the dollhouse and looked at all the changelings. Some of them fell, most likely due to carrying. With my magic, I grabbed all the fallen changelings and placed them in front of the figure representing me before muttering: " For your weakness, you must give all your love to your great queen. I hope you won't show such weakness in the future. Otherwise. . ." " Don't you think it's a little cruel? Maybe weak changelings need help to become stronger in the future? " Cadance tenderly offered, gently placing a hoof on my shoulder. It's so warm. I almost like it. No! No! Keep quiet. I jerked my shoulder away and silently continued to look at what was happening in the hive. No, I refuse to take it as just a toy copy. This is a hive in which I can plan in great detail how I will take revenge in the future. If that ever happens. And if I really need it. Uh, because of the hunger, the wrong thoughts are running through my head. Sighing, I looked at the helmeted Changelings who were standing next to the figure of me. They usually act as my advisers and guards. Unable to help myself, I hissed and threw one of them out of the hive before screeching, "Why didn't you think through what to do in case of defeat!? Why should I be the only one thinking about everything while you're just nodding your head!? Useless trash!" "Hey, hey, don't get mad. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, you shouldn't treat your subjects like that," Cadance said quietly, grabbing the discarded changeling and trying to put it back in its old place. Don't you dare interfere with the management of MY hive! I abruptly jumped up on all four hooves and looked up at Cadance with anger. Such anger, such rage, it's my time! I won't take it anymore! Fueled by my growing hunger, I bared my teeth and hissed: "Don't tell me how to rule! Only I know what's best for changelings! As soon as I rule the hive again, I will use all my strength to take revenge and make you SUFFER! SUFFER! And yet. . ." Suddenly, Cadance touched the tip of her hoof to my nose and giggled before saying, " Boop." Why do I feel so full? While I was confused, Cadance continued giggling before saying with a knowing smile, "Dear, I know you get very angry when you're hungry, but you're too proud to ask me to feed you. But don't worry, Mom always feels when her child needs something." Nonsense, nonsense, she's talking nonsense! I took a small step back and quickly shook my head before answering irritably, "You're not my mother! I hate you with all my heart and this place too!" "Then why didn't you run away from here, sweetie? Like, you've never tried to escape." Cadance asked gently, taking a small step towards me and crouching down a little to be closer to my height. Uh, bad questions. Uh, well, it's, like, uh. Leave me alone. Noticing my expression, Cadance briefly chuckled before asking gently, "Well, I think it would be good for you to take a little walk. After all, you need to learn how to behave in public in order to become a good ruler in the future, don't you think?" Reflexively, my ears twitched in displeasure and my tail made a sharp movement. Ah, turning into a filly has significantly reduced my self-control. In response, I just sighed irritably and replied, heading for the exit door: "What's the difference? As a last resort, you will take me by the tail and carry me upside down. " Cadance laughed awkwardly before replying with a hint of guilt in her voice, " It was only once! And I hope it didn't scare you too much. It's just that back then I still didn't fully understand how to behave around you. But everything is fine now! I'm ready to be the best mother possible for you." I just snorted and stood in front of the door, waiting for it to be opened. The problem is that my magic is too weak right now to turn the door handle and I'm too short to reach it. Unfortunately, my calm wait was interrupted by Cadance's careful request: "Um, before we go, can you please be a good girl and put all the toys in the appropriate place?" How about no? "What if I don't want to?" I asked, looking directly into Cadance's eyes. I have to complicate her life as much as possible. Make it as difficult as possible! "Please, sweetie? For Mom's sake?" She asked, trying to sound as sweet as possible. Why . . . Why do I want to listen to her? Rrr, some kind of nonsense. Growling under my breath, I tried to raise the whole hive with my magic. But absolutely unsuccessfully, my powers were reduced many times along with the transformation into this thing. Noticing my failure, Cadance patted me lightly on the back and said: "Don't worry, kid, you will definitely succeed in the future. Let's do it another way. I'll carry the hive and you'll take as many figures as you can, okay? " Sighing, I took a figurine of myself from the hive and no one else. Yes, I could have taken a lot more figurines. But do they deserve it? No, they don't deserve it. Involuntarily, I started stroking the figure of myself and said out loud: " They all betrayed you. The fact that no one is saving me from here now is a direct proof of this. That's how your subjects respond to you, isn't it, Chrysalis? " " Hmm? Did you say something, dear? " Cadance asked worriedly, putting one hoof on my shoulder and at the same time continuing to hold the hive with her magic. It's soooo easy for her. Unlike me. Unfairly. Stop touching me! Don't think that this will make me lose my guard! I jerked my shoulder away and said shaking my head: "It's none of your business. Just show me where to put the figurine so we can go for a walk faster and I can go back to sleep." Cadance smiled broadly and cheerfully tweeted: "Oh, you're already starting to like the quiet hour! That's very good, little one, because it means you're starting to get used to your new role. I can't wait for you to really start listening to your elders! " I let out a growl under my breath, which she heard and said with an awkward laugh, " Well, it's not going to happen soon, right? Okay, let me show you where to put the toys. Although you should have remembered that a long time ago." No, I didn't remember. The place in my head is occupied with more important things. For example, how to take revenge on you, tormentor. Cadance didn't wait for my answer and just beckoned me to the corner of the room. There was a large open box on the front of which was beautifully written Chrissy. Wait, how can a text be beautiful? Uh, she infects me with her madness. While I was thinking, Cadance carefully put the beehive in the box and said gently, "By the way, if you want to decorate your toy box somehow, then just tell me. You have the right to dispose of your personal belongings as you wish." "But you dare to tell me how to control my changelings," I muttered, carefully putting the figurine of myself in the box. "Subjects are not property, dear. They are living beings with thoughts and feelings just like you, do you understand?" Cadance asked in a strange tone. For some reason, I don't even want to argue with her. Uh, she probably started using mind-altering magic. I looked at her from under my brow and said hurriedly, "I don't care about anything you say. Just let's go to this silly street so that I can quickly go back to sleep." For the first time that day, I saw a hint of sadness on Cadance's face, but it quickly disappeared when she picked me up with her magic. Involuntarily, I squeaked and started waving all my limbs, including my wings, which of course did not work. After a couple of seconds, I felt like I was being put somewhere, and instinctively wrapped my hooves around something. "Aww, you're so cute. " Commented Cadance, which made me open my eyes a little. I was sitting on the princess's back and holding on to her neck to keep from falling. Oh. It's warm . . . and so soft. Before I could even come up with an answer, Cadance started walking out of the room and said gently, "Hold on tight, little one. Before going outside, I need to take care of your hair a little bit, and the corresponding room is located down the stairs. We don't want you to get hurt because of the shakiness of your little hooves, do we, sweetie?" At first, I wanted to take my hooves off and hiss at Cadance. But the movement made me lose my balance and snuggle even closer to her neck. Worst of all, it caused another sound of affection from Cadance. Shut up, shut up! While I was clinging to Cadance's body, it was hard for me not to pay attention to the warmth of her fur. It feels like I'm standing next to the fireplace after walking through the cold wastelands for many hours. The first is unfamiliar to me, the second is well known. Deciding to dilute the silence a little, I asked: "Well, you're kind of like a princess of love, aren't you?" "Yeah. Why do you ask, dear? " Cadance asked as she continued walking forward through the corridors of the castle. " Well, doesn't that mean you should be overflowing with energy after yesterday's day of hearts and hooves? " In response, she laughed briefly and said, slightly ruffling my hair with her magic: " You're such a smart girl! In fact, I am very very full of energy and Shining can't completely help me with that. It's good to have my baby around." So that's why she's so loving today. She usually doesn't dare to call herself my mother. And do other strange things. I sighed and said, burying my nose in Cadance's neck, "I hope I don't get fat because of so much love." In response, she only made another sound of affection and said with a slight giggle: "Don't worry, dear, I won't overload you. And just remember that no matter how you look, I will always love you." How strange she is, after all. Suddenly, I was lifted into the air again, which caused another involuntary squeak. I really need to learn not to react to it so harshly. Anyway, when my hooves touched the ground, Cadance said as she opened the door, "Here we are. Now I'm going to take care of your hair a little, baby, and then we'll go for a walk!" With a snort, I walked through the open door and saw a room in front of me with a lot of different combs and mirrors. The purpose of many other items is completely incomprehensible to me. After all, if I needed to look beautiful, I could always just transform into someone else. But right now I have so little magic that I can't do anything better than levitating objects. Cadance walked past me, sat on a chair in front of one of the mirrors and said, tapping her knee with her hoof: "Don't be afraid, little one, come here. Mom needs to work on your hair and it will be more convenient this way." Voluntarily? Never! I took a step back and hissed baring my teeth: "Enough humiliation! I'm not going to climb on your lap like some kid. And even more so, I won't let you touch my mane!" Cadance put a hoof to her chin, pondering the decision. Soon, she got up from her chair and took a pair of ladybug hairpins from one of the shelves. Cadance came up to me and offered gently: "If you don't want full-fledged work on your hair, can you at least let me use these hairpins? I think they will suit you perfectly." Just leave me alone! I tried to take a step back, but Cadance suddenly just attached both hairpins, so as to form two ponytails from my long mane. She briefly kissed me on the forehead and said, "Well, now you won't risk tripping over your own hair. Besides, it's cute, don't you think? " Being slightly shocked by her speed, I glanced at one of the mirrors. With these hairpins, my appearance. . . has not deteriorated. At least I don't look ugly. After a couple of seconds, Cadance briefly stroked my chin and asked, " Well, are you ready to go for a walk? " As if I have a choice. Noticing how I was looking at her from under my brow, she smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I won't burden you too much. Just tell me when you're tired and we'll go straight back to the castle." After these words, she slowly walked past me and left the room. Sighing, I followed her, which was not very easy. One of her steps was equal to about three of mine, that is, in order to keep up with Cadance's walking, I had to practically run. By the time we got to the gate to exit the castle, I was already sweating profusely. Not that I'd let that stop me. Local ponies should understand with which queen they have the great honor to share this city! Uh, it doesn't matter. In any case, there were guards standing next to the gate, who, at the sight of Cadance, had to start opening them. But instead they stared at me and one of them even muttered, "Aww, what a cute filly." How humiliating . . . Suddenly, Cadacne gently stroked my head and said proudly, "Yes, this is my little girl. And we go for a walk around the city with her." Both guards spoke quickly and lit their horns. Soon the gate was open and Cadance beckoned with one hoof before walking forward. Snorting, I followed her and was momentarily blinded by the bright color of the sun. Uh, it's always been much better inside the hive. After a couple of seconds, my eyes adjusted and I was able to see the city. The buildings seemed to be carved out of large crystals and there were many ponies walking along the street whose fur shone. This place is disgusting. The only good things here are that it's always warm here. Not that this is a really serious plus. "Well, where do you want to go, little one? Maybe to the playground to play with other fillies? Or go to the pastry shop and eat something delicious? Ask for anything, Mom will support you! " Said Cadance, bending down to be about the same height as me. The tenderness of her tone touched something in me, and I really started thinking about where to go. My eyes began to wander in search of something interesting. Although, what could be interesting about this terrible place that is located in the middle of the cold wastelands? That's right, nothing. Hmm, what is it there? Frowning, I looked into the distance and saw a lot of trees, benches with only one single path. Before the small brain in my shrunken body could come up with a solution, Cadance asked, "Oh, do you want to go to the park? " After a short silence, I reluctantly nodded and said, taking a small step forward: " Yes, there don't seem to be any people there. I don't want those stupid ponies looking at me. " " Well, you still need to socialize sooner or later. And in the future, calling ponies stupid is very rude. " Cadance said, making me snort. It's like I care what's rude and what's not. During the time that a brief thought flashed through my head, Cadance had already managed to take a dozen steps towards the park. Growling irritably, I started running after her, but didn't say anything. No, actions speak louder than words. After accelerating hard enough, I overtook Cadance and turned to her with my tongue out before accelerating even harder. If she wants to be so protective of me, then let her bother to catch me first! When laughter burst out of my mouth, I heard Cadance call out to me from behind: "Chrissy, be careful you can..." Ouch. Suddenly, I realized that my face had collided with the ground. It hurts, it really hurts. For some reason, I also have some strange moisture in my eyes. Suddenly, I felt myself lifted into the air and it caused a quiet squeak in me. "Dear, are you okay? Everything okay? Does anything hurt? If something hurts, just tell me, I'll help. Are you crying? Don't keep everything to yourself, you have the right to express emotions just like any pony. " Cadance asked worriedly, wrapping her wings around me. Hmm, I never thought they could be so flexible. I squirmed a little in her grip and quickly wiped my face with a hoof before answering categorically: " I'm fine. " " Are you sure? Your hooves are shaking," Cadance said, still worried. What? I took a quick look at my hooves and saw that they were really shaking a lot. Moreover, when I focused on them, I realized that they were very painful, because of today's heavy traffic. Hiding a painful groan, I muttered: "I don't think I'll be able to walk anytime soon." Cadance paused for a moment, thinking before saying, "Don't worry, we can rest for a while." In the next moment, I felt like I was put on something wooden and Cadance lay down next to me. After blinking a couple of times, I turned around and saw that she was looking down at me with a small smile. What did I say to her? Frowning. If I wasn't tired, I would have screamed at her and bit her. But my new fangs are not good for anything, they have been tested for a long time. Sighing, I curled up into a ball to relax my tired hooves as much as possible. After that, I felt a slight movement from Cadance. It was as if she had lifted herself slightly but continued to lie down. There was no one nearby, not even a normal wind. It's so quiet. Feeling tense because of such silence, I looked into the distance and began to think. Since I was turned into a childish version of myself, there have been a lot of strange things. But the fact that Cadance is trying to act like a mother is the strangest thing. Yes, I get love, but this is the worst way. But for some reason, I feel warm inside, despite everything. What's going on with me? I took a deep breath and started thinking about what to say. In the end, I muttered uncertainly, "It's not like I want you as my mom or anything. . ." "Uh huh, sure I believe you." Replied Cadance in a gentle and understanding tone. As if she understands anything at all. This is clearly not what I expected. "Do your hooves still hurt, sweetie?" Cadance asked, switching to a worried tone. Wow, I'm tired of being mad at her. The irritation limit has been reached. I moved my front hoof slightly and immediately hissed in pain. It's better to continue to stay curled up in a ball. This was enough for Cadance to put her wing on me like a blanket and gently offered, "If you want, you can sleep. This way you will recover faster and grow up. Besides, you're going to have a quiet hour soon anyway." Uh, I feel too full. It seems that because of her love, I can really get fat. Despite this, I sighed and mumbled, closing my eyes: "Your wing is so warm. I'll probably really fall asleep right here. Even if you ask for the opposite." In response, Cadance pressed her nose against my cheek and said, closing her eyes: "Don't worry, just rest. And really, don't be afraid to fall asleep, really here, I don't mind carrying you to the castle in my wings or on my back. How would you like me to carry you to bed? " I don't know why, but I answered almost immediately: " Carry me in your wings, your back is too unreliable. " " All right, Dear. " Cadance replied gently, which caused me to yawn with a little squeak. Fortunately, she didn't make any sounds of affection. I have at least some part left. After just a couple of seconds, I already began to feel like I was falling into a deep sleep. Before I finally disconnected from reality, a thought flashed through my mind. Maybe I can get used to it.

HeartlessNobody1992

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Main 7 (EqG),Other,Spike (EqG),Alternate Universe,Crossover,Human,Batman,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

The Contingency Files: The Main Seven

Batman creates several contingency plans against the seven friends.

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<p>Batman, with all of his nearly unlimited resources and calculative intellect, could never have predicted to come to discover the existence of seven teenage high school students that had obtained magical abilities. Of course, he knew that there would be more problems, seeing is how the seven teenage girls that have enough power altogether to potentially combat and defeat the Justice League. The thought alone, should be considered incredibly dangerous.</p><p>So in order to combat against the possible outcome, the Dark Knight must do what he believes is necessary: creating new contingency plans for all seven girls; lest they one day become a threat not only to their respective city and its citizens but to the entirety of Earth itself...</p><hr/><p>A one-shot based upon Batman's contingency plans for the Justice League that I watched on YouTube. And to also pay tribute in the memory of the late Kevin Conroy; aka, the Voice of Batman!</p><p>I do not own both My little Pony: Equestria Girls or Batman. Both belong towards their respective companies.</p><p>I own this one-shot. No more, no less.</p><hr/><p>The artwork was done by the artist known as jasric. If you would love to see more of their artwork, go check them out at <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/jasric" rel="nofollow">https://www.deviantart.com/jasric</a></p>

teen

2024-02-13T16:10:26+00:00

2024-02-18T22:45:20+00:00

This is Batman. Security Level: Omega. Password: Delta-Charlie - 27 - 5 - 1939. Enable new protocol. Title: "Everfree Contingency". Several months ago, while I was initially updating contingency plans for each members of the Justice League, one of the fellow Justice League members, Zatanna, had stated that she and another honorary member of the Justice League, Doctor Fate, had felt a strong magical occurrence. However, she stated that they somehow couldn't pinpoint where it was originating from. However, they knew that it was 'otherworldly' magic in a sense. Deciding to look into the matter for them, by using some specially designed drones that were being produced at Wayne Tech that could help identify and detect any kind of energy output; including magic, and sent them all over different parts of Earth. However, I noticed one of my drones had detected large spikes of magical energy somewhere in a small city within the Midwest area in the U.S.; known as Canterlot City. And it was from there by thanks to that specific drone that I discovered that there were seven teenage female high school students that was capable of utilizing different, yet special abilities, as they were training with their powers. It turns out that these girls weren't strangers to magic in the slightest, as well as the students and faculty members of Canterlot High School. So, I decided to personally investigate these kids and the school further. I took it above liberty to hack into the high school files to find out the identities of each individuals, as well as their backgrounds, while cataloguing everything that they do; which includes their usual routines, their hobbies, their training and much more. And what I discovered from looking into the principal's personal computer journal was when they obtained their magical abilities during their summer trip at Camp Everfree. And found that each of their powers are matched with their own specific personality traits. And while they do not possess any Meta-Human abilities, these girls are considered to be powerful in their own ways. However, it does mean that each one of them has the capability of becoming potential threats that could, theoretically; defeat the majority of the Justice League; myself included, if left unchecked. And so, it was during these past few months that I would create every counteractions for each and every one of the group of friends, as well as document their weaknesses, in case if they become too dangerous to be stopped. It doesn't bring me any satisfaction in creating these plans but it must be done. Everfree Contingency - File Codename: Child of Nature When it comes down to any of the seven girls, the one that would most likely be the lesser threat in a physical confrontation, would be Fluttershy. As her name implies, she is known throughout her inner circle of friends, as well as the other students and faculty members of her school, to be the most timid and introverted. Fluttershy is also known to associate herself with being a caretaker of sorts to nearly any kinds of animals, domesticated or not; as well as spending her time helping out in Canterlot City's local animal shelter. And out of the rest of the girls, others have stated that she is the pinnacle of Kindness itself, willing to care in helping others, when they can't help themselves. A very noble sentiment, to be sure. While she may not be as physically intimidating as some of her friends, that doesn't mean that she is either weak or defenseless. She has the magical ability to converse with animals verbally and fully understands them as they speak to her. Having an ability like that, Fluttershy could literally turn any battle within her favor, should she ask assistance from dangerous types of animals, including sharks, bears, lions, tigers, and so much more. The only logical ways to safely neutralize her is to at first try to use her empathetic nature in hopes of deterring her from utilizing her animal friends, allowing her to believe that she'll cause harm towards them, and then would try to preserve their safety. However, if that kind of tactic were to fail, then using a smoke bomb would probably keep her from talking and giving orders to the animals, having most of the smoke to fill up her lungs, causing her unable to speak. Or probably a quick, precised blow to the trachea would definitely incapacitate her. While I don't like to bring any kind of harm towards the young girl, I know that if she were to be left unchecked, then she would become more of a potential threat to others. And that's why I won't falter when she does one day become one. (See notes on both Black Canary's and Zatanna's files on weaknesses for examples of dealing with Fluttershy.) Everfree Contingency - File Codename: Fashionista Rarity is known throughout the entire social circles as the biggest fashion enthusiast, meaning is that when it comes to fashion, she knows the ins and outs of fashion trends and similar topics, while maintaining a proper and posh mannerism, much alike to be considered fancy to most that don't know her. And like Fluttershy, she is incapable of any physical confrontations, deeming such practice to be "barbaric and "unladylike" in nature. It should also be documented, that she is known to make many different outfits for her, her friends, and probably anyone within their school, only to give them away for nothing in return; which made her popular among her peers; being known as the "Generous Beauty of Canterlot High". And much like any other designers, they often show their artistic creativity through the act of simple concentration, which would imply the same mindset that she uses when she enables her magical ability to create crystal-like barriers, in the form of diamonds. It is also noted that with enough concentration, she could ride on one of them, using it as a glider of sorts, giving more mobility in the air, as well as several others to help carry them in order to reach far or high places. However, she could use her barriers not only to both defend herself and others from any damage but she could use them in order to imprison others as well. And if that were the case, she could be the ultimate shield for her and her friends. The only tactics that I could think of to best incapacitate her effectively, is to cause multiple situations that would make her lose her concentration on the barriers in hopes of weakening them. Probably with use of some flash grenades and/or smoke bombs to temporarily blind her. Maybe a strong sedative would more than likely be the trick in neutralizing her. Everfree Contingency - File Codename: Rodeo Applejack, as she is known by both friends and family, is one of the most dependable, hard working, honest person. Something that I wish what most people could strive to be now and days. She lives at and partially works on her family's farm, alongside with her grandmother Granny Smith, who also works as the school's cafeteria cook, as well as her two siblings. Big Macintosh, or "Big Mac", the eldest brother and Applebloom, their little sister and the youngest of the siblings. I have also noticed that Applejack's magical trait, is that it makes her out to be the most physically strongest out of all the seven girls; strength-wise. Seeing is how her magic has given her not only superhuman strength but as well as superhuman durability and endurance, which would make her a formidable enemy, should she ever turn. I would base a strategy around that would try to quickly exhaust her by costing her stamina. Just because she's strong in most physical attributes, does not mean that she'll continue to be on the offense forever. Or maybe I would create a modified Venom serum to increase both my strength and endurance to effectively overpower her. However, should all the other plans fail, I'll be sure to send Wonder Woman to face against her in combat as a last resort. And I know that out of both of them, Applejack would have no chance against her. Everfree Contingency - File Codename: Prism Rainbow Dash, yet another member of the group of friends, is an athletic young lady that clearly shows to have a tomboyish attitude. A truly polar opposite type of mannerism in comparison to Rarity's and Fluttershy's. And she is Canterlot High's top student athlete and captain of different sports team; including soccer, track, basketball, etc. And while it may had been said that Rainbow is loyal to both her friends and school teammates to a fault, she clearly has an underlying sense of arrogance and desire for glory and I know that such prideful behavior will inevitably lead her into trouble one day. As well as others... Her magical ability is clearly superhuman speed, as well as superhuman stamina. It was recorded through one of the secret drones that I sent to record her training her ability that showed her reaching the top speed of 789.6 miles per hour on a light jog around the field track. Rumor had stated that she could easily run at Mach 2.2; just above the speed of sound. Should she become a threat, it is best to prepare for Rainbow Dash and dealing with her accordingly. I would suggest to find a strong glue-like substance to keep her immovable. Another would being able to cover the ground in ice, keeping her from reaching such speed by watching her fall from slipping on the ice or freezing her in place. However, should any of these plans somehow fail, then the best option would be to call in The Flash in hopes of quickly subduing her before she would cause any more problems. Everfree Contingency - File Codename: Party Girl Pinkamina Diane Pie, or "Pinkie Pie" as the rest of her friends, fellow schoolmates and some high school faculty members call her, is what I would consider just a school girl with a cheery disposition and a reputation by being known as a party planner. And she is clearly known to also be hyperactive and extroverted in personality traits. And yet, I just somehow can't help but be wary about her. In a way, her actions and mannerisms almost reminds me of so much like The Joker's. Chaotic and unpredictable. And mixed with her magical power, she's easily considered to be the most poentially dangerous girl out of the group of friends. As it turns out, her magical ability is to turn regular cupcakes sprinkles or other conffectioneries into becoming explosive projectiles, strong and lethal like a hand grenade in similarity. With a power like that, she could cause more property damage, as well as potentially hurt innocent people without her even being fully aware. I don't make these contingency plans just in case if she or any of the girls goes towards a path to villainy. I make these contingency plans so that I help cause least amounts of damage, in hope of protecting everyone; including Pinkie Pie and her friends. I know that she's just a fun loving young girl that wouldn't hurt anyone willingly, however, when it comes to protecting innocent civilians, you know that you can't let your guilt get the best of you. So far, it seems that she seems to be content with being comic relief more than anything. Let's just hope that it stays that way. So far, the only possible options in safely neutralizing Pinkie would have to try to minimize as much damage that she might cause by disarming her of her sprinkles. However, I may need to gather more resources in hopes to create a specially made magical artifact or armor to fully take her on, that would counteract her magic. Or maybe I could try to distract her long enough for help to arrive, before any further damage could be done. (Further research is required to discover weaknesses in hopes of finding more safer, exploitable plans for Pinkie Pie.) Everfree Contingency - File Codename: Prodigy I discovered that months ago, Twilight Sparkle, an intelligent young girl, and a promising scientific talent had managed to transfer to Canterlot High, during the aftermath of The Friendship Games, a usual school competition against two rival schools; Canterlot High School and Crystal Prep Academy, the latter where Twilight used to go to for her academic studies. It should be noted that during that time, Twilight was doing scientific research about the magical properties on the school grounds of Canterlot High School, which inevitably led to a series of events that had caused wormholes to another dimension to pop up around the area. She is often around alongside with Spike, her pet dog, who seems to verbally communicate with Twilight and the other girls, which was caused by said dog to get caught up being affected through a stray act of magical confluence. Out of all the others, it appears that Twilight is to be the most intelligent and scientific member of the group of girls, seeing is how she managed to create an electronic device that would only not allow her to track any magical energy but also encase them, storing them in a capsule. A true teenage technological genius that would even rival against others, like Mister Terrific or Lex Luthor. Her powers are solely based around her using telekinesis, via through magic. A power truly based upon the mind, enacted through concentration. One that she could use to endanger others. Possible outcomes of tactics to use against her would be to use smokescreens and flash grenades to cause her to lose concentration on using her powers effectively, all the while using a re-created and modified magic capsule from Twilight's blueprints to entrap her magic, rendering her useless in a physical confrontation. But if all other plans are to fail, then I would need the assistance of both Green Lantern and Zatanna in hopes of neutralizing her effectively. (Note to self: remember to re-create multiple magic capsules as another countermeasure against any magic users.) Everfree Contingency - File Codename: Setting Sun Now, out of all of the girls, Sunset Shimmer, the obvious leader of the group of friends, is more or less an enigma. No one outside of Canterlot High knows exactly where she came from. Aside from the school records, there is no physical documents that are based upon her existence as a whole. No birth certificate, no existing family members or guardians, nothing. It's as if she just suddenly arrived out of thin air. Now, for Sunset's background was a bit...troubling at first. Knowing to be the school's prominent bully, however, as it stands, she worked to change her old habits from being considered the entitled school bully and became the better version of herself. However, while I may be certain of her having her redemption within the school, there isn't any construct evidence that she'll remain that way. While magically, Sunset is the most knowledgeable and just as strong as well as Twilight. However, it seems that her abilities are able to view the memories, thoughts and emotions of specific people she can physically touch. While it may not be a life threatening power; she could use such knowledge and use it against our advantage. However, even without using magic, she definitely can be considered physically strong and could use her knowledge of Karate to personally gain the upper hand in a hand to hand combat scenario, which could allow her to help utilize her ability even more. So the best course of actions in order to counteract against Sunset is to NOT engage her in any physical fight, rather instead, switch to a long range confrontation. However, once she begins to use her magical attacks, the best course of action is to use other magical items and artifacts that could cancel them out. However, if those plans were to fail, then we would need to depend powerful magic users to gain the advantage against Sunset; like either Zatanna, Raven or even Doctor Fate, if need be. Should anyone manage to find these files, including the girls, please understand. That it needed to be done. Don't think that I do this out of pure malice or cold sense of distrust. I do this in hopes of preparing for the worse case scenarios, should anyone of them are subjected to either mind control or lose themselves to their ambitions of wanting power and control. Those are thoughts that I do not relish; however, when it comes to dealing with others with powerful abilities; that are as strong as Superman or as quick as The Flash or even clever and tactical as I am, you need to be prepared for the worst... Always.

Scootafan

551346

Cutie Mark Crusaders,Main 6,Original Character,Other,Scootaloo,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Dark,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Violence

Empress Shadow Wing

When Scootaloo is treated like an outcast, she decides to turn to the dark side.

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<p>When Scootaloo feels like an outcast, she turns to the dark side. She decides to leave Equestria and form her own Empire. Wanting to forget her old life she drops the name: Scootaloo and becomes Empress Shadow Wing</p>

teen

2024-02-11T23:19:31+00:00

2024-02-11T23:19:31+00:00

Scootaloo was sat atop a hill, where she looked down on the small sleeping town with both sadness and anger. Her friends had betrayed her and her sister had abandoned her months ago to fly with the Wonderbolts. She had enough, if her friends wanted to hang around with Diamond Tiara, showing off their new cutie marks, then so be it but she was not staying in town, no longer. With that final thought, she turned on her scooter and started heading down the path that led out of town. She didn't know where she was going nor did she care, she just wanted to put as much space as possible between her and her former home. She didn't know how long she had been travelling for but the first rays of sunlight started to hit her face, making her realise, how tired she actually was. Spotting a small group of bushes at the side of the road, she made her way towards them and decided that it would make a perfect place to have a quick nap. Going behind the bushes, she pulled a sleeping bag out of her saddlebags and lay down, making sure to keep herself hidden from view of potential travellers that may be using the path. She gave one final yawn and slowly drifted off to sleep. *** Scootaloo walked into school, with a smile on her face, that was until she noticed Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. Scootaloo’s eyes narrowed in confusion as she realized that they were talking to Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom as if they were long-time friends. Silver Spoon nudged Diamond Tiara and pointed in her direction. Upon seeing Scootaloo, Diamond’s face split into a sinister grin. “Hey Scootaloser, how does it feel to be the last pony in class to still not have their cutie mark!” she shouted. Scootaloo wasn't in the mood to be hearing Diamond Tiara’s quips, rolling her eyes, Scootaloo snapped, What are you talking about?” She gave a fake look of shock as she said in a mocking tone, “You haven't heard, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle why don't you show her.” Both Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle looked at each other uncomfortably before revealing their flanks. Scootaloo gasped as both of them had gotten their cutie marks. Sweetie Belle’s cutie mark was a musical note positioned in front of a light pink love heart, while Apple Bloom’s was a wooden mallet hammering down on an apple. Now Scootaloo knew why they were suddenly hanging out with Diamond Tiara, “So you gained your cutie marks and now you're hanging out with Diamond Tiara!” Scootaloo shouted at her two friends in an accusing voice. Both Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom looked away guiltily. Diamond Tiara whispered harshly into their ears, “Remember our deal, do it now.” Nodding Apple Bloom pulled out a bag that contained Winona’s poo, before opening it up she mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ to Scootaloo and then she threw the contents right at her face. Scootaloo watched in stunned disbelief as she watched her so-called friends howl with laughter. Diamond then nudged Sweetie Belle, who then shouted, “Hey look at Scootapoo, she’s gonna cry like a baby.” Scootaloo turned tail and ran as far away as she could. Her former friend's laughter continued to reverberate around her head. *** Scootaloo snapped awake in pain as she felt something stomping on her wings. Looking up she was surprised to see a group of griffons staring down at her. “Look at what we have here.” one of the griffons exclaimed sinisterly. Another said “She’ll make a fine addition. Make us a lot of money.” Scootaloo tried backing away but one of them dragged her by her mane before flipping her into her belly. “Where do you think you're going?” he said, grabbing her hooves and tying them behind her back with a piece of long rope, he then repeated the process with her legs before pulling them up and linking them up with her hooves, successfully hogtying her. Scootaloo screamed “HEEEEMMMPH!” but was cut off as one of them placed a black muzzle over her mouth, silencing her. They then shoved her into a large sack, all the while Scootaloo kept on thrashing and letting loose a torrent of muffled screams. *** After what seemed like hours, her captors opened the sack and literally emptied her onto the ground. Looking around she noticed that they were in some kind of quarry, all around her were ponies and foals chained to each other and forced to pickaxe at the walls all the while they were being whipped and beaten. A griffon, who was wearing a top hat walked over to her and told her, “Hello slave, welcome to your new home. Escape is futile so don't even try. Your new mission in life is to find the most valuable ores and gems. If you don't follow orders then I assure you the consequences will be severe.” One of the griffons then released her from her bindings and led her towards the other slaves, however before they could chain her to the other slaves, she quickly turned and punched the gryphon, who released a howl of both pain and rage. Taking the chance, she quickly ran for it, however, she didn't make it very far as a griffon quickly caught up with her. The top hat griffon stuttered “tut tut tut, EVERYSLAVE, stop what you are doing and watch!” A griffon pulled a slanted wooded board that was curved and sat atop wooden legs. The Griffon then forced Scootaloo to lean down over the curved boards before tying her hooves to the legs. He then proceeded to blindfold her. “Let this be a reminder of what happens to disobedient little slaves!” he shouted before pulling out a lone whip, lined with spikes. Scootaloo, who was unable to see what was going on whimpered in fear before screaming in agony as the sadistic griffon whipped her repeatedly, turning her orange back into a hunk of bloody, scarred flesh. The griffon stopped his torture once Scootaloo’s screams had died down to fearfully quivering. She whispered, “Please stop, I’m begging you.” The griffon then released her from the whipping station before dragging her to a set of gallows, Scootaloo was in too much pain to fight back as he placed her front hooves inside of the noose. He then pulled the lever and her hooves were nearly dislocated from the drop. “You will hang here until tomorrow as punishment, next time you try a stunt like this, it will be your neck that will be inside of the noose.” he threatened. The slaves went back to work, not bothered about the fact that a little filly had just been tortured right in front of their eyes. Scootaloo groaned in pain as the scorching hot sun beamed down on her, causing her to sun burn. She tried to call for help but everypony ignored her. The worst part was when the vultures started attacking, attracted by the blood that soaked her sore back. Their beaks and claws tearing into her flesh as she was unable to fend for herself. Eventually, they left her alone as day turned to night, with the sun gone, the temperature plummeted, causing Scootaloo to shiver, her stretched hooves ached from the hanging. She silently prayed for somepony to come and rescue her as tears slipped down her cheeks.

Big Imagination E

551351

Main 7 (EqG),Other,Crossover,Human,Comedy,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

Equestria Girls: It's Showtime--Imagination Movers: For Those About To Rock

The Rainbooms have a problem. They need to choose a theme for the music festival and that calls for the Imagination Movers to help!

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<p>The Rainbooms are excited to perform in the music festival. But the problem is that they can’t decide what theme and song they want to play! And then when Twilight finds a flyer this gave the girls an idea for their situation that needs imagination.</p><p>Imagination Movers is a show that belongs to Disney, based off of the music of the Imagination Movers.</p><p>Give my friend PlymouthFury58 the credit for helping me out and show him lots of respect guys.</p>

everyone

2024-02-12T16:08:46+00:00

2024-02-12T16:12:10+00:00

One sunny day in Canterlot High we see everyone enjoying their day as well as doing their classes. When school ended we see seven girls walking out the building. They were the heroes and Guardians of Friendship as well as a band. The Mane Seven which contains of Twilight Sparkle, Sunset Shimmer, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Rarity. Then were heading out til something caught their eye. They saw a flyer for an upcoming festival. "Wow. A music festival. We should definitely sign up! We can play great music!" Rainbow replied. "Sure Rainbow. We do have a fun time playing music." Twilight agreed. So they went to the sign up stand and talked with the manager that's gonna be hosting the music festival. Then Sunset signed her and all her friends as the Rainbooms to play on the stage for tomorrow night. "Ok girls. Just remember that by tomorrow night you must be here to perform whatever song it is that you're doing." The manager reminded them. "We'll be there ma'am. Thanks again." Sunset smiled. The Mane Seven all left the sign up booth and headed straight to the mall. When they all arrived they all were having a smoothie to drink and discussing what song they could play at the music festival. "So girls. Since were gonna be performing at the music festival tomorrow night we gotta decide on a theme so we know what songs to perform." Sunset suggested. "Good idea Sunset. I suggest we try 80s techno music. That be something for the audience." Twilight offered. "Are you kidding? No one wants to hear egghead music! I think we should try 80s hard rock! That's far better for them!" Rainbow argued. "No Rainbow. That is far too loud. I'm thinking we can do 70s rock opera. The music of love." Rarity suggested. "Y'all are a bunch of crazy people. Let's do some country music from the good ole days." Applejack said. "That's a good idea Applejack but we should save that for another time. I'm think we can do heavy metal." Sunset offered. "Um no offense Sunset but that kinda hurts my ears. Can't we try like some classical relaxing music?" Fluttershy asked. "Where's the fun in that?! I think we should try some rap music!! Really get the beat pumping!!" Pinkie said dressed up as a rapper. But none of them can agree on what theme they can choose. And some of the band members don't believe that mixing genres is feasible. After a few minutes they slumped their heads in disappointment and realized that they can't seem to choose a theme and may not be able to perform in the music festival. "Girls? I don't think we can decide on what them we want by arguing. Maybe we need some fresh air to try and clear our heads." Twilight suggested. The girls couldn't argue with that. So they all got up and headed out to clear their heads. They all took a walk in the park and while they were walking they tried thinking of a theme to use for the music festival. But so far they can't decide on one. Then suddenly they heard a guitar playing. They turned and saw a man playing the guitar. He was brown skinned, wearing a jazzy outfit, and has a fedora on his head. He was T-Bone Crosby, the famous blues musician. The girls saw him and walked over to his place. "Excuse me sir? We couldn't help but enjoy this guitar solo. It sounded jazzy." Rarity said. "Thank you kindly ma'am. Now what brings you gals over to see T-Bone here?" He asked. "Well we were actually gonna try and perform at the music festival tomorrow but the issue is we can't decide on what theme we want to do. Were supposed to perform tomorrow night but we don't have anything for it." Sunset explained. "Oh. Sounds like y'all in a real fix you dig?" T-Bone replied. The girls were confused hearing what he said. "Y'all are in a jam with no peanut butter." T-Bone added. "Um sir we can't understand what you are trying to say." Fluttershy said. "I'm sorry lemme rephase that. What I'm trying to say is that you all have a problem." T-Bone clarified. The girls finally understood what he said and they nodded yes. "Yes. That's actually what it looks like. If we can't decide on one theme for the music festival then we can't perform. Everyone will be really disappointed when were not there." Rainbow admitted. "No worries girls. T-Bone can help you out." He replied. "You can? Oh that's great! So how can we decide on a theme?" Twilight said in relief. "Well I happened to know that on the streets is four cats who solve problems. See when I saw them I was stuck on thinking of new songs. Til they helped me realize that I was doing the same routine over and over again. Thanks to them I've been experiencing new things and got more song ideas than ever. So if you want to figure out what theme you want then I recommend you go see these cats." T-Bone said giving Twilight a flyer. Twilight looked at the flyer and it showed four guys in matching blue jumpsuits on it. "You got a situation that needs imagination? Call the Imagination Movers?" Twilight read. "Oh wait! I know those guys! They helped me get out of my Creative Block!" Rarity realized. "Yeah and they have lots of good ideas!! So they should help us figure out a theme for us to perform at the music festival! I say we should go pay them a visit." Applejack agreed. "Well if you really think that these Imagination Movers can solve problems them we should go pay them a visit." Twilight said. Then in an instant, all the Rainbooms rushed out of sight as if they wanna solve this problem in time for the music festival. Get ready for them to see the Movers and how they can solve their problem!https://m.

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Equestria Girls: It's Showtime--Imagination Movers: For Those About To Rock

The Rainbooms have a problem. They need to choose a theme for the music festival and that calls for the Imagination Movers to help!

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<p>The Rainbooms are excited to perform in the music festival. But the problem is that they can’t decide what theme and song they want to play! And then when Twilight finds a flyer this gave the girls an idea for their situation that needs imagination.</p><p>Imagination Movers is a show that belongs to Disney, based off of the music of the Imagination Movers.</p><p>Give my friend PlymouthFury58 the credit for helping me out and show him lots of respect guys.</p>

everyone

2024-02-13T02:30:16+00:00

2024-02-13T02:30:16+00:00

Inside the famous Idea Warehouse we see the four guys known as the Imagination Movers doing their daily activities. Rich was doing some exercising, Scott was polishing a burrow statue, Dave was building a new invention, and Smitty was planting a marigold flower. In fact, it was Smitty who said in a normal voice: “For Those About To Rock.” which no one noticed whatsoever. As Smitty finished planting the flower the furry resident Warehouse Mouse came out wearing some sun shades and has a guitar. “Hey little buddy! You're looking good and cool!” Smitty said. “Very cool Mitty!” Warehouse Mouse replied. “I bet you wanna play a rock and roll tune for us don’t you?” Smitty asked. “Uhuh.” “Well let’s hear it! Hey guys! Warehouse Mouse is gonna play a tune for us!” Smitty said to the others. The three Movers came to where Warehouse Mouse is and the show began. We see him rocking out on his groovy guitar and dancing at the same time. The Movers were dancing and grooving to the beat and once Warehouse Mouse finished he posed and the Movers clapped. “Nice solo little buddy! You make a great musician!” Smitty praised. “Thanks Mitty!” Warehouse Mouse said and he went off the counter and into his mouse hole. “You know Movers? I think today is a great day to play some tunes! What do you say we get our instruments and play some music?” Rich asked. “That’s a great idea Rich!!” Smitty agreed. “Yeah! Maybe we can sing a song about burrows!” Scott suggested. “Anything we can think will work!” Dave said and looked at the readers. “Sometimes playing music is a great way to get your body and your brain working.” "And it's a great way to get a little exercise in and get your body moving." Rich added. The Movers agreed and just when they were about to get their instruments they heard the doorbell rang. “A customer!” the Movers cheered. Then all four Movers stood at attention before the front door, waiting anxiously as Rich answered the door. They see the Rainbooms at the entrance and they smiled. "Hi. Is this the Idea Warehouse?" Sunset asked. "Yes it is the Idea Warehouse! And were the Imagination Movers!!" Rich answered. "Well it's nice to meet you. I'm Sunset Shimmer and these are my friends, Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, and Rarity." "Oh we know Applejack and Rarity. Last time we saw them was when Rarity had a Creative Block." Scott said. "Oh so you already met two of our friends?" Sunset asked. "We sure have. Though we didn't expect to meet more of you. You must be a popular school group." Dave commented. "Funny that you mentioned that cause we are called the Rainbooms. At school and when we play music. But enough about that. We came here because of something else." Twilight said. "Well do come on in girls." Rich said allowing them inside. The Rainbooms all headed inside and they looked around the Idea Warehouse and saw a lot of cool stuff to do here. Pinkie smiled seeing all the colorful stuff. "Ooh! This place is so neat!! I could spend everyday planning parties!!" Pinkie beamed. "Well we do love a party. But this is also where we work." Smitty replied. "Really now? Cause this place is really big to work in." Twilight said. "Oh it is Twilight. Believe us. Now anyways we believe that you girls are here for a reason?" Rich asked. "Yes sir. We heard that you guys solve problems right?" Twilight asked. "We sure do Twilight! Problem solving is exactly what we do!" Dave answered. "That's good. Because we need your help. We all have a big problem." Sunset said. "Well let's see what we can do. What seems to be the problem Sunset?" Rich asked. "As Twilight already told you we are a band called the Rainbooms and we were always known for playing great music at lots of different festivals." Sunset started. "That sounds like fun!! We happen to be a band too!" Scott replied. "You guys play music too?" Rainbow asked. "You bet! We have some instruments of our own and we even filled in for T-Bone Crosby when he got a cold at the great City Hall! It was a great concert!" Dave answered. "Cool! And do you sometimes play music when you solve problems?" Pinkie asked. "We sure do! Sometimes when we solve problems we like to play music to get our brains pumping!" Smitty answered and Warehouse Mouse came out agreeing. Fluttershy saw him and her eyes were sparkling. "Is that a mouse?" Fluttershy asked. "It sure is. This is my little buddy Warehouse Mouse. And he's really friendly." Smitty answered. Fluttershy came to the mouse and gently carried him and he came up to her face. He was feeling something in his chest and turned to Smitty wondering who she was. "That's Fluttershy little buddy. She's very nice. Talk to her." Smitty smiled. "Hey.." Warehouse Mouse said all lovestruck. "Hi little fella. Are you hungry?" Fluttershy asked. Warehouse Mouse could only nod and Fluttershy gave him a piece of cheddar cheese and he climbed off her and headed back to his hole. "He was nice. But I'm always nice to all my animal friends." Fluttershy said. "Wow. You must really know how take care of animals if you really like them. But anyways you said you have a problem so please continue." Rich reminded them. "Oh yes. Anyways were a band called the Rainbooms and we happen to be set for a performance at a music festival." Sunset continued. "A music festival? That's a lot of fun for hearing and dancing to music! But why is that a problem?" Scott asked. "Because....we can't decide on what theme we want to do." Sunset answered. The Movers gasped hearing that. "What? You mean you don't know what kind of song you want to play?" Smitty wondered. "It's sad but true darlings. And no matter how hard we try thinking we can't decide on one theme for our song and we fear that we may not perform." Rarity admitted sadly. "That's terrible. I can't imagine what would happen if we couldn't figure out what theme we want to do for our performance if we were scheduled to perform." Rich replied as the others agreed. "Yes it's terrible. But that's not the worst part of the problem." Fluttershy said. The Movers prepared to hear what's next. "So what is it?" Scott asked. "Well were supposed to perform at the music festival tomorrow night. But if we can't choose what theme to do then we can't play for everyone. They will be extremely disappointed to not hear a song from us. Can you help us Movers?" Rainbow asked. "Yes we can. Cause that is a big problem." Rich answered. "This isn't just a problem guys. It's an....." Dave started. “Idea Emergency!” the guys finished together. By the entrance, a blaring siren sounded out, startling the girls. "Is this a good thing Rarity?!" Twilight asked. "Don't worry darling it is! That will go off when they have an Idea Emergency!" Rarity shouted. They faced the Movers as they began speaking. "We need to help the Rainbooms..." Smitty began. "Figure out what theme they want to decide on..." Dave continued. "So they can perform at the music festival tomorrow night..." Scott picked up. “And that means we need some good ideas!” Rich finished. “Let’s brainstorm!” the guys said together.https://m. And that began there famous dance that always happen when they get started to solve a problem and the Movers were all ready for that. And that's with Rich and his Scribble-Sticks, Scott and his Wobble-Goggles, Dave and his Gadget-Hat, and Smitty and his Journal, the guys came together in a storming cloud in the room that blew everything away that wasn’t nailed down. The Rainbooms are all in shock seeing this happen. Pinkie who was enjoying the tune was dancing to the music. They were all the while watching with wonder as the guys sang about thinking of ideas. And while dancing like crazed monkeys the song ended with Warehouse Mouse singing the last few lyrics with a deep voice for a mouse. “Reach high!” Rich raised his hands up. “Think big!” Dave spread his arms out. “Work hard!” Scott flexed his muscles. “Have fun!” Smitty pumped his fist in the air, ending the song with the guys putting their hands together before pumping them up with great enthusiasm. And just like that, any semblance of that Brainstorm had disappeared as soon as it appeared. The guys shook it all off and the Rainbooms were all in surprise and Pinkie smiled so big after that. "That was amazing!! I loved that song!!" Pinkie said. "I'm glad you liked it Pinkie!" Scott beamed. "But how did any of that happen?! There's no way a storm can be inside!" Twilight asked. "That was actually a brainstorm Twilight. It's how we do our thinking and come with ideas." Rich corrected. "Oh. Well alright then." Twilight said. "That was a little scary but if that will help you guys solve our problem then please carry on." Fluttershy replied. "We will." Dave agreed.

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Equestria Girls: It's Showtime--Imagination Movers: For Those About To Rock

The Rainbooms have a problem. They need to choose a theme for the music festival and that calls for the Imagination Movers to help!

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<p>The Rainbooms are excited to perform in the music festival. But the problem is that they can’t decide what theme and song they want to play! And then when Twilight finds a flyer this gave the girls an idea for their situation that needs imagination.</p><p>Imagination Movers is a show that belongs to Disney, based off of the music of the Imagination Movers.</p><p>Give my friend PlymouthFury58 the credit for helping me out and show him lots of respect guys.</p>

everyone

2024-02-13T15:59:51+00:00

2024-02-13T15:59:51+00:00

"Alright Movers. Who's got an idea?" Rich asked. They began thinking til Scott had something. "Hey guys. I think a have an idea." Scott said. "Well let's hear it!" Rich smiled. "Maybe the Rainbooms can't think of a theme because they don't know what they all like in common when playing music. So maybe if they can share what they all like when playing maybe that can help them decide what theme they can choose." Scott explained. "Good idea Scott!" Smitty beamed "So we need to share what likes we have to get our theme?" Rainbow asked. "Yes. And I’ll use my Scribble-Sticks.” Rich said pulling them out. "Now I want you girls to tell us what kind music you like and maybe we can find something that you all like in common." "Well I like techno music." Twilight said as Rich drew a picture of a techno music symbol. "I like heavy metal." Sunset said as he drew another symbol. "I prefer opera music." Rarity replied. "I love rap music!!" Pinkie smiled. "I go all hard rock!" Rainbow said. "I like the country music." Applejack offered. "I happen to enjoy some classical music." Fluttershy finished. Rich finished drawing the symbols and put his Scribble Sticks away. "Alright girls. Now try and think about what you all like in common with these." "And I will use my Wobble Goggles to see the likes." Scott said. So Scott slid down his Wobble-Goggles and clicked the buttons, and emitting those telltale flashing techno blue lights. He aimed them directly at the Rainbooms and the vision warped as each of the Rainbooms had different colored music notes in their heads. "Uh oh. I'm not seeing any likes right now. They just have the same music in their heads. Rainbow has red rock music notes, Applejack has orange country music notes, Rarity has indigo opera notes and the list goes on." Scott said as he clicked the buttons again, shutting down the Wobble-Goggles for another use sometime in the future. "Have you girls tried to combine the music genres? Cause maybe you can see what you like." Smitty asked. "Well no. But that's because I think we like hearing the music that each of us like. And I still think that we should play hard rock." Rainbow answered. "Are you crazy? No we are not playing that! I suggest the opera music!!" Rarity shouted. Then suddenly they all broke out into a huge arguement and the Movers were scared seeing that. Warehouse Mouse even saw that and when he saw Fluttershy all worried he had to do something. He ran out of the mouse hole and climbed onto the counter and took a deep breath and yelled. "STOP!!!!" Warehouse Mouse yelled. The Rainbooms got scared and they all went silent. They realized that they were scaring the Movers and that arguing wasn't gonna get them anywhere. "Oh. Sorry Warehouse Mouse. I guess we let our anger take over again." Rarity said. Warehouse Mouse muttered something saying that it's okay and he jumped off the counter and faced the Movers again. "Sorry guys. Sometimes when we try to think of a theme we intend to break out an argument. But we didn't mean to." Sunset replied. "It's ok. But it doesn't look like trying to combine their likes helped. They still can't decide." Rich told Scott. "Looks like we need another idea." Smitty suggested. The Movers agreed and the door opened to reveal , a middle-aged man in glasses and a fully beige business suit, and a woman who wore a bright white shirt and matching bright red pants and jacket with black pigtails and cherry red hair-ties. This was their neighbors Knit Knots and Nina. "Hey guys." Nina greeted. "Nina!" The Movers said in unison. "Movers." Knit Knots said. "What brings you two here?" Rich asked. "Well we were busy in my office doing lots of stapling, stamping, and stacking til we heard some arguing coming from here." Knit Knots answered. "Oh sorry. That's was the Rainbooms." Dave said. "Oh you mean these girls here?" Nina asked. "Yes. Nina was it?" Sunset asked and she nodded yes. "Sorry about that. But we have a problem that the Movers are trying to help us with." "They are a band and they want to perform at the music festival tomorrow night but... They can't decide on a theme right now." Scott replied. "Well this is much too exciting anyway. I'm gonna leave now. Coming Nina?" Knit Knots said. "Actually. I'm gonna see if I can help them decide what theme they want to perform at the music festival." Nina answered. "Oh alright. Have a boring day everyone." Knit Knots said as he left the warehouse. The girls were confused hearing what Knit Knots said. But Pinkie didn't like what he said. "How can he hate anything fun?! That's a real grumpy pants that should leave and never come back!!" Pinkie yelled. "Pinkie! Pinkie! Relax. It's always been like this with my uncle. He never really likes anything fun and only likes boring things." Nina replied. "Well sounds like your uncle should loosen up or he should get out! No offense." Rainbow said. "None taken. I sometimes wished he be more fun too." Nina admitted. "Um guys? We still have an Idea Emergency to solve." Dave reminded them. The Rainbooms and Nina all agreed and had to get back on track. "Ok well your first idea didn't really work. We were always attached to the music we listen to separately and can't think of anything else." Twilight said. "Coming up with different themes is hard. But you know girls that different music genres can blend well together. Doing that can show you that there isn't just one kind of music but others making the sound better." Nina offers. "Yeah. Blending music genres can really make a tune sound better. Especially when you play in a band." Smitty agreed. "That does makes sense. I guess we could." Rarity thought. Then in the white backdrop that was dotted with all sizes of colorful dots we see the Rainbooms trying to think of ways to combine the music genres with the Movers but so far nothing.

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Equestria Girls: It's Showtime--Imagination Movers: For Those About To Rock

The Rainbooms have a problem. They need to choose a theme for the music festival and that calls for the Imagination Movers to help!

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<p>The Rainbooms are excited to perform in the music festival. But the problem is that they can’t decide what theme and song they want to play! And then when Twilight finds a flyer this gave the girls an idea for their situation that needs imagination.</p><p>Imagination Movers is a show that belongs to Disney, based off of the music of the Imagination Movers.</p><p>Give my friend PlymouthFury58 the credit for helping me out and show him lots of respect guys.</p>

everyone

2024-02-14T03:31:05+00:00

2024-02-14T03:31:05+00:00

The Movers, Nina and the Rainbooms all continued thinking about what to do when it comes to mixing music genres but so far they still don't have anything. "Oh it's no use. We can't think of anything that could help us." Fluttershy said in defeat. "Now don't say that Fluttershy. We ain't giving up. Were gonna get to the bottom of this problem before this day is through. I guarantee it!" Rich said with confidence. "Just because one idea didn't work doesn't mean were out of ideas." Dave added. "It's true Fluttershy darling. When I was worried that I wouldn't get rid of the Creative Block the Movers didn't stop til they solved the problem. So they'll think of something." Rarity replied. "But if only we can think of something similar to the music we listen to." Twilight worried. After hearing that Smitty had an idea go off in his head. "Hey! I have an idea!!" Smitty smiled. "What is it?" Nina asked. "Well. The Rainbooms like different kinds of music when they listen on their spare time right?" Smitty asked. "Yeah. We do." Sunset answered. "So maybe what we can do is try finding similarities between them, to try and find similar sounds between music genres." Smitty suggested. "Great thinking Smitty! Cause if we find similarities in different songs based on the music then they can decide on the theme no problem!" Dave noted. "That just might work. But how can you find similarities in different songs?" Twilight asked. "Easy. We'll check my journal." Smitty answered. He then pulled out his Journal from his extra pocket. He then opened up to a page and everyone looked at the journal as we zoom in seeing a picture move. "Some musicians like to use the same kind of rhythm for different songs." Smitty started. "Yeah I heard songs with the same rhythm before." Twilight agreed. Smitty flipped to another page. "Musicians also can combine two kinds of music to create a new melody for a song they wrote." Smitty added. "Like trying to combine opera and rock music together." Rarity said. Smitty nodded yes and he flipped to one more picture. "And then musicians like to borrow lyrics from the original song to use to make their music sound good. As well, eventually, the similarity does not occur by direct repetition, but by presenting in two (or more) set of relations, some common values or patterns." Smitty finished. With that, Smitty closed his Journal and the Rainbooms took all the information that Smitty said. "So maybe if we listen to some music with some of our favorite music genres we can decide on the theme?" Rainbow asked. "Yeah! If you try that then you find similarities you like! Let's give it a go!!" Dave smiled. "I definitely heard that!!" Scott added.https://m. The Imagination Movers all gathered together right in the middle of the room with their instruments in hand. In the back, we see Scott on his keyboard, Smitty and Dave on their guitars, and Rich on his drums. The four were singing as they heard some sounds going around. It was quite clear that these four were pretty much a band and sometimes they think music will help stimulate the problem faster. The Rainbooms were surprised that they broke out in a song. Well all except for Rarity and Applejack for they already witnessed it. Admittedly they couldn't deny that the beat was funky and decided to dance along. As they were grooving and dancing we see Rich playing a rock and roll tune with a country tune and Rainbow and Applejack liked how the two combined. Then Scott tried playing a rap song with a little opera in it and Pinkie and Rarity gave that a try. Turns out they liked how they started with a gentle opera tune and then break out into a funky rap tune. Then Dave decided to play A techno song with a jazzy blues tune. Twilight and Sunset were grooving and moving to the beat. Finally when Smitty played a heavy metal song with some classical instruments in it Fluttershy couldn't help but shake her head to the sweet beat. And as the band reached the cord in their song the Rainbooms all were done dancing and smiled catching their breath. "So girls? Did you like all those different combinations of music?" Smitty asked. "We sure did! I loved the rap/opera beat!!" Pinkie said. "And we admit that country and rock and roll are a darn good mixture." Applejack added. "Ahh! I think were getting somewhere! Ok girls. Since you liked the different combinations maybe you can decide on your theme now!" Rich beamed. "We must might! Let's try!" Fluttershy agreed. So the Rainbooms all tried long and hard to think while Scott used his Wobble Goggles again to look inside their heads. He noticed that the notes inside began to change a little but still were some stress thought clouds in there. Ultimately the Rainbooms sighed in disappointment and Scott turned the goggles off. "Um guys? I noticed some of the notes changed a little. But there were also these stress thought clouds in them too." Scott replied. The Movers worried a little hearing that. "Well at least were on the right track." Smitty said. "Yeah but they still can't decide on the theme." Nina added. "I don't understand. We tried listening to the different combinations of music. So why can't we think of a theme after all that?" Twilight asked. "Well maybe it as something to do with the stress clouds inside your heads." Scott answered. "Yeah. Usually that means that you are so stressed that you break out in arguing again and can't think of anything else. So maybe we gotta try and clear them out." Smitty replied. "So girls? Try taking deep breathes and relax your heads." Dave said. The Rainbooms did what Dave told them to do and closed their eyes and took deep breathes in and out and relaxed. Then after ten minutes they felt much better. "Ok. We feel better. Thanks Dave. But we still can't decide on a theme." Fluttershy said. "Rats. I really thought that listening to music combinations would work. Guess this didn't. Alright let's think of something else. We need another idea." Dave suggested. Everyone agreed and began thinking again. Two ideas failed but the Movers will not give up. They solved lots of problems and will solve their problem one way or another. The Movers simply had not thought of the right idea yet to solve the problem. And no idea is a bad idea, not until it has been tried.

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Main 7 (EqG),Other,Crossover,Human,Comedy,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

Equestria Girls: It's Showtime--Imagination Movers: For Those About To Rock

The Rainbooms have a problem. They need to choose a theme for the music festival and that calls for the Imagination Movers to help!

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<p>The Rainbooms are excited to perform in the music festival. But the problem is that they can’t decide what theme and song they want to play! And then when Twilight finds a flyer this gave the girls an idea for their situation that needs imagination.</p><p>Imagination Movers is a show that belongs to Disney, based off of the music of the Imagination Movers.</p><p>Give my friend PlymouthFury58 the credit for helping me out and show him lots of respect guys.</p>

everyone

2024-02-14T17:54:55+00:00

2024-02-14T17:54:54+00:00

The Movers kept trying to figure a way to help the Rainbooms choose a theme but they decided to take a little break and have a snack. Sometimes it's hard to think of new ideas on an empty stomach. So they went to the fridge and grabbed a few strawberry muffins. "Man. These muffins are so good. You girls want some?" Dave asked. "No thanks. We had lunch before we came here." Applejack answered. Dave nodded and finished his muffin. And then the rest of the Movers finished their muffins too. Then they went back to the Rainbooms and Nina decided to help too. "Alright. Got a good snack. Now back to the problem." Dave said. "Ok. Let's review what we tried so far. We tried seeing what likes you had in common..." Rich started. "And we tried different combinations of music.." Scott added. "And we tried helping you relax your minds." Smitty finished. "We appreciate your hard work and great ideas truly we do. But long story short we still can't choose a theme for the music festival." Rainbow replied. "So what else can we do?" Smitty asked. "Maybe we should cancel the show. We thank you for trying anyways." Sunset said sadly. "Whoa!! We can't just give up! The Imagination Movers NEVER give up! We gotta try something else that can help you choose a theme. You liked the different combinations of music so your on the right track." Rich reasoned. "True. But we wish that there was something that can rate the votes and we can decide the theme from there." Twilight said. Like that Dave had an idea. "You know what? Maybe there is! One second!!" Dave said. So Dave zoomed out and we hearing mechanical stuff happening. Tools were being used and we also hear something drilling and other sounds that are heard for building. After a few minutes Dave came back with a new invention that has a huge screen, seven helmets and some lights. "Ta da!! I present my latest invention! The Musical Theme Rater!" Dave smiled. "Wow! It's amazing!" Twilight beamed."What does it do?" "I'm glad you asked. Ok so say that you girls need a theme but can't choose one. And you wished that there was a way to rate the votes on what theme you want. Well with my Musical Theme Rater it will decide for you!" Dave explained. He demonstrated by putting on a helmet and pressed the red button which got the machine started to do it's job. There were blinking lights and techno sounds going off til finally it processed a theme for Dave. "Next invention: Use a rock and roll theme." The machine said and turned off. "Ooh." The Rainbooms said in unison. "Nice. If that can choose a theme for an invention then I suppose it can work on choosing our theme on our performance! Let's give it a try!!" Twilight said. "You got it! Now lemme type in the information..." Dave said as he typed in some codes for a voting process to determine what theme they can use. "Ok girls! Give it a try." The Rainbooms all went to the machine and placed the helmets on their heads. Once all of them had a helmet on Sunset pressed the red button and the machine started to process the votes for their music theme. Then after ten minutes the machine has the bars rated on each different music theme. However when the Rainbooms saw they ratings it was a seven way tie. "Seven great different music themes but it's a seven way tie. You girls will have to decide which." The machine said and turned off. "What?!" The Rainbooms said in shock. "I thought that hard rock would win!!" Rainbow replied. "No it won't!! Because I believe that rap music would win!!" Pinkie shouted. Then suddenly another argument broke out and the Rainbooms were fighting and even Sunset and Rainbow got so angry at the rates they destroyed it! The Movers worried seeing all that and they decided to try and clear the fight up and Nina told them to do a few breathing exercises to calm down. After five minutes they all were relaxed and calm. But then they realized that they broke Dave's invention. "Oops. We did it again. Were so sorry Dave." Rainbow said in guilt. "It's okay. Sometimes my inventions don't always work the way I want to." Dave replied. "True. But if their themes are all tied with each other..I don't think the Rainbooms are gonna be able to choose a theme like that." Rich said. "He's right. We cannot choose from a tie." Fluttershy agreed. "It was a really good idea Dave. But when we try to think of a theme we don't really use a machine. And plus it's not really fair if we just pick when it's a seven way tie." Twilight added. "Yeah your right. We need another idea. But let's clean up this mess." Dave agreed. The Movers, Nina and the Rainbooms all agreed to clean up the mess as they got some supplies. Rarity pushed a large broom across the floor, sweeping up the scattered pieces of the machine. Fluttershy was able to pick up any small pieces of glass that were scattered all over the floor. It was wonderful that the Movers were giving their all in helping them solve the problem, but with the previous ideas ending not in their favor they all became worried that they won't be able to perform in the music festival. "Well not even a wonderful invention can help us choose our theme. Maybe we should tell the manager that we can't perform." Rarity said sadly. "Don't give up yet girls. The Movers won't quit yet. I noticed you liked the different combinations of music and while you're not the right track maybe you need something else that you can sample." Nina suggested. "But every time we try and sample something to choose we keep arguing. I really don't want that happening again." Sunset worried. "You know guys? Maybe that could be part of the problem. Every time they argue they can't think of anything else. So maybe the first thing we should do is help them rid the stress clouds inside their heads." Scott replied. "Yeah. Cause if they keep getting stressed and argue all the time they won't choose a theme for the music festival." Smitty added. "Good thinking Scott. Girls. I'm gonna play A little relaxing tune on the radio. I want you all to close your eyes and relax til Scott sees the clouds disappear." Rich said taking out a radio. The Rainbooms nodded and Rich pressed the play button and when Scott actived his Wobble Goggles he saw the stress clouds vanish away and the notes began changing more. "Guys! It worked! The stress clouds are gone! I think the Rainbooms can now think better without getting in another argument!" Scott smiled and deactived the goggles. "All right! That part is solved. Now we gotta figure out what the other part is." Dave said. Then Rich remembered what Nina said about mixing music genres and sampling different tunes. He knew there was something else to this that the Rainbooms were forgetting and wanted to see if that was what the Rainbooms need it might be there one chance to solve this problem. "Movers? Nina? Let's huddle." Rich said. So he signaled the Movers and Nina in a huddle so the Rainbooms couldn't hear. "Ok. Movers. I think the Rainbooms can't choose because they haven't heard different instruments to make different tunes." Rich started. "Rich is right. So what if we show them that playing different instruments can help them realize that mixing different tunes and sounds isn't a bad thing and maybe that way they can choose the theme?" Nina asked. "Great idea. But what if haven't? Maybe we should ask them if they did try it before." Dave suggested. The Movers and Nina agreed and they faced the Rainbooms once more. "Girls. What do you do when you try to come up with a theme?" Rich asked. "Well. We try and play our instruments and see what tune works for us. And though we liked the music combinations I feel like I had something but I can't." Sunset answered. "Ok. Now when you play your instruments do you try some different ones? Because sometimes trying new instruments can help you figure out what tune you want to try. And if I had to bet my entire burrow collection on this then I would say that maybe having the Rainbooms sample different instruments would help them choose their theme." Scott replied. Then suddenly when Rich heard everything that Scott said he got an idea that just might work. And he and the others would need to take them to one of their rooms for it to work.

Big Imagination E

551351

Main 7 (EqG),Other,Crossover,Human,Comedy,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

Equestria Girls: It's Showtime--Imagination Movers: For Those About To Rock

The Rainbooms have a problem. They need to choose a theme for the music festival and that calls for the Imagination Movers to help!

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<p>The Rainbooms are excited to perform in the music festival. But the problem is that they can’t decide what theme and song they want to play! And then when Twilight finds a flyer this gave the girls an idea for their situation that needs imagination.</p><p>Imagination Movers is a show that belongs to Disney, based off of the music of the Imagination Movers.</p><p>Give my friend PlymouthFury58 the credit for helping me out and show him lots of respect guys.</p>

everyone

2024-02-15T17:01:59+00:00

2024-02-15T17:01:59+00:00

"That's it! I know how we can solve your problem girls!" Rich said. "You do?! What is it Rich?" Pinkie asked. "Well what Scott said is true. Maybe the reason why you can't choose a theme is because you are so used to the same instruments you play that you didn't know that switching it up can be helpful to figure it out faster." Rich explained. "Yeah! So maybe all you have to do is try new instruments along with the different music genres. Cause then if you try enough you should figure out a theme for your show!" Smitty agreed. "You know what? I think that might work! But where are we gonna find new instruments to try?" Fluttershy asked. "Not a problem Fluttershy. We can find some instruments to try in..." Dave said. “THE MUSIC ROOM!!!” the Movers all declared. Then Warehouse Mouse holding a saxophone begin playing and walking down the hallway and the gang all followed him to the Music Room. The Movers were dancing and the girls couldn't help but join in. Once more in the white background with colorful dots we see the Movers dancing as they walked down. The Rainbooms were following behind with Nina as they continued grooving. They arrived and inside were loads of different instruments to try. There were brass instruments, string instruments, and so much more. There was even a huge stage in front of them to perform on. And there was even photos of all the different great musicians and singers throughout history. The Movers were wearing different clothes that match the theme of the room. Rich dressed like a classical guy from an orchestra, Smitty was a western singer, Dave was a rapper, Scott was a hard rocker and Nina was a pop singer. The Rainbooms were so hyped seeing everything in the Music Room. "Wow! It looks like a real music hall in here! I feel like were a concert!" Twilight beamed. Then they see Warehouse Mouse playing a jazzy tune on his saxophone while wearing a blues music outfit. "Except for the blues playing mouse. You don't see that too much everyday." Applejack said. "You sure don't. Alright girls. Now here are many different instruments you should try. But before you do we probably need to warm you up before test-playing the instruments. That way you'll be ready." Rich said. "Well it wouldn't hurt to warm up. So how will we do that?" Sunset asked "Easy Sunset. The first thing we gotta do get your bodies warmed up. Meaning you have to be your most shakeable you!" Scott said as the music played.https://m. Then we hear cheering as they started to sing and dance to the song. Scott was the lead singer in this as he sang and told the girls what parts of their bodies they needed to shake. The Rainbooms were loving the tune and Pinkie was the most hyped up and loved dancing to this tune. First they all shook their arms, next their legs, then their heads and finally their hips. Once they reached the jumping part they all shaked and jumped to the tune and once the Movers finished the song they posed. The Rainbooms were now all ready for trying new instruments. "Shake, shake, shake, shakeable you! Hahaha! That was probably my favorite song I heard all day!" Pinkie said. "Now you're all ready for trying new instruments!! Girls? Grab which instrument you want to play and then we can start making some nice music!!" Rich said. So the Rainbooms all looked around the Music Room to see what new instruments they can try. After a few minutes they came back and saw them with new instruments. Rainbow had a lead guitar, Applejack had a acoustic guitar, Twilight had a microphone since she will sing, Rarity had a keyboard, Pinkie had the drums, Fluttershy had a flute, and Sunset had a bass guitar. "Nice instruments girls! Ok now time for the best part! Were all gonna play some different tunes and with any luck you just might think of something that represents your theme and you can do it in the music festival!" Rich smiled. "Well I hope you're right Rich! Let's play!" Rainbow replied. The Movers cheered and began another song.https://m. The Movers all began singing and the Rainbooms joined in as they played the new instruments. Even Nina joined in on the fun! As they were singing we see the Movers seeing the Rainbooms trying new music experiences and are starting to realize that blending different music genres can really make a tune sound great. We keep on going back and forth seeing the Movers sing and dance along with them helping the Rainbooms understand the importance of music mixing. And to them it seems like it was working! They even decided to add in some dance moves to the beat cause you certainly can't have a song without dances. They continue this til they reached the end of the song. After all that dancing and music playing the Rainbooms were a little tired but they all had fun nonetheless. "Wow! That was amazing! I can't how well those tunes mixed well together!" Rarity said. "See girls? Mixing it up can be fun!" Nina smiled. "In fact....since we tried out new instruments I think I'm starting to get something for our theme!" Sunset said. "Me too! I think I got a brainwave coming!" Twilight added. Soon all the Rainbooms were starting to get something in their heads. Scott slid down his Wobble Goggles one more time and saw that their multiple notes changing colors and a few ideas bouncing around. Scott smiled seeing that. "Guys! There starting to get something! I think we might have found the answer!" He said as he deactived them. "But there's only way to know for sure!" Dave said. "Yep! Come on everyone! Let's head back to the Think Tank and see if you got a theme now!" Smitty replied. Everyone nodded in agreement and they headed out of the Music Room and back to the Think Tank. Then in the white background with the colorful dots the Rainbooms and the Movers were all dancing bust out some moves as they made their way back. Looks like this problem is about to be solved!!

Big Imagination E

551351

Main 7 (EqG),Other,Crossover,Human,Comedy,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

Equestria Girls: It's Showtime--Imagination Movers: For Those About To Rock

The Rainbooms have a problem. They need to choose a theme for the music festival and that calls for the Imagination Movers to help!

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<p>The Rainbooms are excited to perform in the music festival. But the problem is that they can’t decide what theme and song they want to play! And then when Twilight finds a flyer this gave the girls an idea for their situation that needs imagination.</p><p>Imagination Movers is a show that belongs to Disney, based off of the music of the Imagination Movers.</p><p>Give my friend PlymouthFury58 the credit for helping me out and show him lots of respect guys.</p>

everyone

2024-02-15T17:38:44+00:00

2024-02-15T17:38:44+00:00

Everyone finally arrived back in the Think Tank and The Rainbooms all sat down on the couch. The Movers stood in front of them with giddy looks on their faces because they hope that this idea has solved the problem. "Ok girls. Try and think long and hard to come up with a theme now." Rich said. The Rainbooms nodded and closed their eyes and thought long and hard. The Movers noticed that there was no arguing anymore and were happy for that. Then suddenly after a few minutes the Rainbooms all had ideas and tried combining those into one for the theme. "Girls. If we try adding some techno..." Twilight started. "And a little opera...." Rarity continued. "Definitely put a lot of rock and roll...." Rainbow picked up. "And add a teeny bit of rap tunes...." Pinkie replied. "Along with the other music genres we could do...." Sunset said. "Greatest Hits of Music History!!!" The Rainbooms finished in unison. They wrote down a few song from different musicians they know they listened to and after five minutes Pinkie gave the list to the Movers and they saw that this theme was perfect! The Movers cheered long and loud knowing that the Rainbooms finally have a theme for their performance and can do their show in the music festival. The Rainbooms smiled in pure joy and smiled at the Movers as they gave them the list back. "You guys were right all along! We couldn't choose a theme because we didn't try mixing it up! And try new instruments for different tunes! But now that we did we finally have a theme!" Sunset smiled. "And if you happen to be stuck on that again then all you have to do is try new music combinations and you'll be having new themes for future performances!" Dave replied. "And you won't be having trouble choosing themes again!" Nina said. "Thank you everyone. We really appreciate all your hard work and great ideas. Now we can perform in the music festival!" Rainbow smiled. "In fact... Why don't you all come and watch us perform?" Sunset offered. "Sure we love too! We really want to hear the songs you wrote and will sing!" Smitty agreed. "Great! You'll be our guests of honor for saving our show! And bring Warehouse Mouse and Nina with you! We really owe them a big thank you for helping us understand that music mixing is a great way to come up with new themes." Pinkie smiled. "We will certainly be there." Nina said. Then Warehouse Mouse appeared on Fluttershy's shoulder and played a jazzy tune on the saxophone and she enjoyed that. "Cool Daddy-o!!" Warehouse Mouse said. "Oh you definitely are coming to see the show. And if you can play a jazzy tune afterwards I would really like that." Fluttershy said. Warehouse Mouse nodded yes and got off her shoulder and went to Smitty. "Well everyone we will see you at the music festival. And again we thank you for helping us solve this problem. But before we go we leave with this saying." Twilight started. "When playing music it's always a great tune." She started. "And sometimes you gotta find a little theme and beat to make it sweet." Pinkie continued. "But if you can't.... Try and mix it up and try new combinations. Thank you again Movers. You guys are great problem solvers." Rainbow finished. "Goodbye!" The Rainbooms said in unison. The Movers all said their goodbyes as the Rainbooms all left the Idea Warehouse and they smiled at seeing more happy customers leave with their problem solved. "Well Movers. We did it. We helped the Rainbooms choose a theme." Smitty said. "And we'll get to see them at the music festival!" Scott replied. "We sure will but you know what this is?" Rich started. "Another Idea Emergency solved!!" The Movers said in unison. Then the Movers all high fived and Dave missed his chance. But the Movers were so glad they helped them. Then we cut to see them sing one final song.https://m. As the Movers were singing the final song we cut back and forth seeing all the highlights of their previous ideas they used to solve the problem. And then when we got to the end which also shows us the final idea they used the Movers got tired and sat down on the couch to relax as we cut to a black screen. And thus my friends end this crossover with the Imagination Movers. The End.

Star Shine987

551362

Original Character,Alternate Universe,Human,Dark,Horror,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Non-consensual

The "real" My Little Pony portal abduction

Matt and Jeremy are both great friends that love My Little Pony friendship is Magic, but it has always just been a cartoon show and they argue about the realism of how the fandom treats it in a realistic way...453673743...but it's not rea6l right?987

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<p>955764746046406111234567890</p><p>everyone has heard about traditional alien abduction stories, but what if it was the ponies that abducted Matt and Jeremy and transformed them against their will for friendship and harmony in a way human minds could never comprehend...</p><p>987654321113221511231110110</p><p>I wonder...</p><p>what friendship...</p><p>would be. </p><p>868175479451234567890000101</p>

teen

2024-02-12T00:54:38+00:00

2024-02-16T23:14:52+00:00

We were going camping in the mountain in Nevada, it was going to be a nice relaxing few days camping out there with my best friend Jeremy. I'm about 5:10 with straight black hair and blue eyes, pale skin and a pretty skinny build, people would call me very nerdy. Jeremy on the other hand, is a pretty small dude at 5:3, has brown hair in a afro and a nice small beard to boot with brown eyes and pale skin, having a bit more of a chunky build, not fat by any means, but chunky. We were pretty big fans of the show My Little Pony and we always loved nitpicking how it was obviously fictional and could never be real. As much as we wanted to be a part of the show in our dreams, it could never happen right? But here I was in front of a unlit fire trying to light it with friction thinking about it for some reason with a weird feeling in my chest, all because I was dumb enough to not bring a fire starter and Jeremy wanted me to pack everything because he knew I liked that kind of thing. Jeremy dropped the last of the firewood off at the camp as we started talking. "I can't get this stupid fire to light." Matt said with frustration and a little bit of unknown anxiety. Jeremy started setting up the tents and looked at Matt in pity. "Do you need any hel-?" Jeremy tried to say as Matt finally got the fire to light like a spark of magic, lighting it up with a smug grin on his face as he started to get the fire going. Soon enough Jeremy got both tents set up as I got the marshmallows out as well as some hot dogs and buns out of the bags I brought to both cook on the fire. "So, what do you want to talk about buddy?" Matt said as he gave some sticks to Jeremy to roast the marshmallows and hot dogs with as I started doing the same with him. So we talked and talked through the night and ate our food until we both went into our tents laughing at our inside jokes and playing around as we finally went to sleep in our sleeping bags. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *female horse sounds* *more female and some male horse sounds* they sound strangely intelligent... Matt stirred awake after tossing and turning for an hour after hearing the creepy but soothing, intelligent like sounds in his dreams and then in his mind for a while as Matt sees Jeremy sitting by the fire peeking out of his tent. Before Matt can say anything, we both hear a strange vibrating like sound and then a strange high vibration boom that doesn't sound like anything we could ever imagine. We hear strange like clopping sounds of many hooves, it sounded like as Jeremy quickly got his gun out of the tent and told me to stay in mine since I didn't have a weapon as he quickly saw... My little ponies...? They were only about up to his waist in height and looked pretty small with their horns as one in the middle coming towards us had both and the rest had either wings or neither. She, Jeremy thought it was a she, had bright blue fur and feathers with a pink stripe in her tail and mane would a must darker tail and mane color that looks kind of like Starlight glimmer after redemption with the first five colors of the rainbow stars as it's cutie mark on both sides. I peeked and saw them too and we were about to see if we could use our fanfic knowledge to use, but they started singing to us in our minds as we started feeling a fuzzy feeling on ourselves. They looked like ponies and they acted like ponies. But none of it felt right. Not right at all. The singing was so powerful that we wanted to just drop our weapons and go to them at any point, it was almost like they're singing in our minds stopped us from wanting to fight back... So it didn't surprise Matt when Jeremy was almost hypnotized to drop his weapon. Telling me he couldn't do it and that it was a crime that hurt them and that it was more forceful but he didn't care. As they got closer, Matt was scared. We were both extremely scared, something about these ponies was not right, Matt kept trying to think of it and it just kept on going to the Greek unicorns of the myths and legends with sirens and other things and it just ended there. What were the ponies we loved anyway? We were about to get our answer whether we liked it or not... Suddenly we both felt a strange feeling that went away quickly as suddenly we could understand the horse speech but only the simple parts of it. "A land of friendship!" the ponies continues singing. "A land of fun!" the ponies continues singing. "Open your heart to it!" the ponies continues singing. "All as one!" the ponies continues singing. "But also separate!" the ponies continues singing. "Logical too!" the ponies continues singing. "That's what makes!" the ponies continues singing. "Friendship true!" the ponies continues singing. "My little pony!" the ponies continues singing. "With all of the very best friends!" the ponies then went back to the beginning and sung it like it was the intro of the show... Male and female voices both singing it like it was a church song... Not right, not right at all. Jeremy sat down as we were about to pass out as we felt probably what was magic on us and a spell we could guess that let us keep going through this positive torture. The blue alicorn went up to us as the rest of the ponies stayed back as the pony singing in our minds still went, but quieted down a little. "My name is blue flame, my goal is the spread friendship around the cosmos no matter what it takes, my little ponies." blue flame then giggled a bit as we were very unsettled and definitely didn't have the strength to respond after all the singing and all the thinking... "I know you're not ponies right now..." she said with an upset muzzle as her colors somehow dimmed a bit with her fur. "and the transformation isn't pleasant, even us coming here..." blue flame said with a bit more of a smile this time, the colors coming back and getting brighter. "But it's only going to be a little spell, then it's all over..." blue flame said with a smug smile on her muzzle this time. "Then it's a new beginning for friendship for you both, because friendship is worth fighting for..." blue flame said with a soft smile as we were both about to faint from all the emotions at once, all at once, everywhere. "Don't worry, I always hate this part too..." blue flame said with another soft sad smile as she put a hoof on Jeremy and her magic on Matt's head. "Jeremy gets to be a sweet orange pegasus mare with the element loyalty..." blue flame said with yet another soft smile as she put her blue and purple sparkle like magic aura around Jeremy. "So Matt gets to be a purple unicorn mare/stallion with a love for the element of magic." blue flame said with a happy smile this time about Matt's new fate and destiny. We were both then happy and sad and we didn't care about our lives even if we still remembered them. Maybe, maybe it wouldn't be that bad, to be a real my little pony, we both thought... "I'm sorry to say, you won't remember anything for a long time about anything not ponylike..." blue flame said with her first sad frown as we started getting really upset... "It's alright little ponies, it's going to be okay now, some things are just meant to be forgotten, like war and strife." blue flame said with another happy smile. The last thing we saw before we went out and turned into ponies all the way into our new destiny and our new forever lives for not only ourselves, but our souls and our spirits was watching blue flames horn light and then black.. More black... A "spell" hits us and the black turns to grey and rainbow... The new life begins now... The end of a new beginning. 78568274568586508 89544640298982468 25676885622087525 24562565672475645 256025420624605632101011101110101010101 9871234 5 5 5 3 1 22222 2 2 111

Chromentazol

551368

Original Character,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Human,Dark,Horror,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Profanity,Suicide / Self Harm,Violence

Streams of Consciousness

Twilight finds a book. Years later, a human discovers a broken world.

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<p>One night, Twilight discovers a book. Much later, Equestria is no more. A human explores a desolate land in search of answers.</p><hr/><p>No real schedule for the upcoming chapters. Chapter length will vary wildly. <a href="https://www.artstation.com/artwork/GXl0mN" rel="nofollow">Cover art by Max Fieve, all credits to them.</a></p>

teen

2024-02-12T00:14:32+00:00

2024-02-12T00:14:31+00:00

Trudging through what felt to him like an unending ashen path in a gloomy forest, the alien bipedal creature’s breath slowly became increasingly laborious. He had been walking for days, now, leaving him dangerously exhausted… And yet, he refused to stop even for a moment, especially now. From what he had been able to gather from the few ruins he came across, he was just about to reach a settlement. Despite him not knowing whether or not he would find any living soul there, he hoped to at least pilfer some food and a bed, or a mattress, or anything more comfortable than the rocky soil he had to rest on during his sleep. Looking upward, he saw the same, strange scenery in the sky. There was no sun, nor was there any moon. Instead, a gray blanket of clouds completely covered the sky above, diffusing a weak light across the land underneath. This scene had remained unchanging ever since he woke up in these strange lands where concepts such as days and nights were replaced by a liminal limbo. And as much as he found this sight worrying, the creature couldn’t help but feel a certain fascination, the scenery both inspiring awe and dread. Focusing back on the winding path ahead, he sighed. Nothing about this world made sense to him, countless questions constantly dancing around in his mind. Where was he? Why did he wake up in this place? Where was everyone? And why couldn’t he remember his own name? His ruminations were cut short by the sudden, familiar feeling of rain beginning to pour. The cold drizzle slowly hitting his coat, he sighed before pulling his hood over his head. His traveling clothes, while admittedly useful against the elements, were oddly old. Countless marks and tiny tears indicated that his coat was old, but his memories did not allow him to know exactly how old it was, or if it even belonged to him. Instinctively placing a hand onto his chest, he lightly touched the only symbol that adorned his attire, a small six-pointed star with even smaller stars around it. As the ground underneath his worn-out boots became increasingly muddy, the stranger decided to quicken his pace. Ignoring the low growling in his stomach and the burning pain across his exhausted body, his sight was locked onto the path. Minutes turned to hours as the settlement he believed to be close appeared itself as much further away than what the few signs he had found indicated. Unsure whether he accidentally made a wrong turn some place along the way, or if the land itself was playing a trick on his mind, the creature eventually became unable to ignore his body’s cry for sustenance and rest. Resigned, he stumbled against one of the many stone-like trees before sitting down, his joints crying in relief for this much-deserved break. Silently watching the raindrops pierce through the few remaining leaves above him, he mechanically reached into his bag. Rummaging through its meager contents, he pulled out a handful of varied berries he harvested along the way. Looking at the fruits in the palm of his hand, his eyes lingered on the unusually pale colors, as if the berries themselves were partially drained of their life. When he first arrived into this world, he was initially wary of the food these strange lands provided. The growing hunger was quick to make him abandon these reservations. And so, with one last glance, he ate his meager meal, the taste as bleak and bland as the world around him.

Chromentazol

551368

Original Character,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Human,Dark,Horror,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Profanity,Suicide / Self Harm,Violence

Streams of Consciousness

Twilight finds a book. Years later, a human discovers a broken world.

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<p>One night, Twilight discovers a book. Much later, Equestria is no more. A human explores a desolate land in search of answers.</p><hr/><p>No real schedule for the upcoming chapters. Chapter length will vary wildly. <a href="https://www.artstation.com/artwork/GXl0mN" rel="nofollow">Cover art by Max Fieve, all credits to them.</a></p>

teen

2024-02-12T00:14:36+00:00

2024-02-12T00:14:36+00:00

The moonlight faintly shone through the half-closed curtain of the Golden Oak library, illuminating a figure slumped over a large wooden desk. The figure, snoring quietly while using an opened book as an impromptu pillow, slowly opened an eye. She grumbled before getting up, rubbing her eyes with her purple hooves. “What time is it?” she muttered while looking through the windows, staring at the moon. Her eyes then quickly glided across her room before finding a large wooden clock, its hands indicating a time most ponies would consider egregiously late — or ridiculously early. Twilight Sparkle wasn’t like most other ponies, however, the young mare considered the night to be a surprisingly productive period of the day. With a faint yawn and a quick spark of her horn, Twilight brought a new candle to her desk, the previous one having fully melted away while she slept. Lighting up the room, her eyes turned back on her desk and its contents. She had no recollection of what she had been studying that previous evening. The large tome was an odd sight for the young librarian, evoking an uneasy feeling deep inside her. Unable to discern what exactly was bothering her, Twilight shoved her alien apprehension away in order to read the pages in front of her. The text described some sort of historical event, though it was written in a most unusual way. The author’s sentences ran on to unbearable lengths, using dozens of words where a few would have sufficed. Furthermore, the descriptions of said events were so vague, Twilight was unable to figure out what exactly the pages were describing exactly. “Hm. Guess somepony got a cutie mark about beating around the bush,” she thought before closing the book, deciding to leave it for the upcoming day. Her mind still fuzzy from her tired state, Twilight grew increasingly annoyed at her inability to remember what she was doing before falling asleep. Whatever this book was about, it had to have been captivating enough to bind the young mare to her desk, working herself to exhaustion. And yet, even after having read some of the book’s paragraphs, nothing came to her mind. And as she placed the book back on her shelf, her feeling of uneasiness slowly trickled back into her, as if flowing from the tome itself. Staring at its blank cover, Twilight knew that she stood near an ocean of worry, of fear and anxiety. Something primal called from beyond the waters of the tome’s obscure knowledge, beckoning her to investigate its content and to run away at the same time. She instinctively knew the book was old, written during a time long before her birth, and yet it was also in mint condition, barely out of the printing press. She knew whoever had made that book didn’t even have the time to finish the cover, causing its blank sides to be completely devoid of any information. Then, the trickle intensified. Twilight’s veins filled with ice-cold water, freezing her in fear. Her mind flooded with countless voices, all ushering her to stay motionless, to run away, to read, to burn the book, to protect it with her life, to ignore it. She was slowly drowning, her thoughts slowly being replaced by other voices, other minds from ages long past and from times that have yet to come. Her sanity slowly slipping away, the world around her began to shift away, replaced by otherworldly hues of lights hiding moving ethereal shadows, swimming just outside her peripheral vision, inching closer and closer to her. And just as they lunged toward the petrified purple mare, a voice called out to her. “Twilight, can you hear me?” Jolting back to reality, Twilight saw a small dragon standing in front of her, a worried expression adorning his face. Spike was clinging to one of Twilight’s forelegs, though relief washed over him when his sister came back to her senses. “Wh… What? Where… What’s going on?” she asked, her voice still strained from her recent visions. “Uh… I dunno,” Spike said softly. “You… You started screaming and woke me up. I ran here and saw you… Just standing, hyperventilating. Staring at nothing.” “What? I don’t… I was…” Twilight’s words quickly choked in her throat. What was she doing, exactly? Why was she standing in the middle of the room? What caused her to feel like she was just about to perish? Her mind drew a blank. With no memories of what could have caused her to seemingly scream out of nowhere, she nuzzled Spike in an attempt to comfort the still-shaken dragon. “I’m sorry, Spike. Guess I had a nightmare.” “Oh yeah? What… What was it about?” “It… Doesn’t matter. I’m fine, now, Go back to bed, I’ll be heading to sleep too.” “Are you sure?” She chuckled. “Yes, I’m sure. Thanks for checking on me, too. I guess I just… Overworked myself.” With one last glance, Spike hugged Twilight before sheepishly going back to bed, though sleep would not come to him that night. Twilight, however, felt oddly relaxed. She looked at the unlit candle on her desk and smiled as she exited the room. Slowly closing the door behind her, her eyes stopped on the shelf she had been staring at, a spot now vacant. She closed the door.

Chromentazol

551368

Original Character,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Human,Dark,Horror,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Profanity,Suicide / Self Harm,Violence

Streams of Consciousness

Twilight finds a book. Years later, a human discovers a broken world.

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<p>One night, Twilight discovers a book. Much later, Equestria is no more. A human explores a desolate land in search of answers.</p><hr/><p>No real schedule for the upcoming chapters. Chapter length will vary wildly. <a href="https://www.artstation.com/artwork/GXl0mN" rel="nofollow">Cover art by Max Fieve, all credits to them.</a></p>

teen

2024-02-15T00:56:57+00:00

2024-02-15T00:56:57+00:00

Just beyond the tree line, the stranger could finally see the end of his path. Further ahead of the ashen trees and their stony leaves, large ominous forms awaited him. Although supposed to resemble houses and buildings, they too had not been spared by the strange phenomena affecting this world. A part of him wished to turn back, to avoid what he might find in this place once full of life, the absence of any living soul nearby implicating terrible consequences. Glancing at the path behind, however, he knew there would be no point in leaving. Sooner or later, he would have to try his luck in this ghost town if he wished to find supplies and answers. Steeling himself, he pressed onward, quickly reaching the edge of the town. He slowly approached the looming buildings on the outskirts, taking great care in assessing their current condition. First focusing on their exterior, he noticed that the stones, bricks and wooden logs assembled in the form of houses were warped and discolored, changing the buildings’ silhouettes into mockeries of their former selves. Most windows were barred with heavy wooden beams, although some were not. Instead, the few windows left unprotected were smashed, the shards of glass on the inside of the houses. Stepping up to the closest building, he peered through one of these broken windows. Inside, a thick layer of dust — or was it ash — covered every surface. The furniture, much smaller than he was expecting it to be, was in a pitiful state. A table broken in half, one of its legs missing. Large marks on the wooden floor, evoking in his mind the image of someone striking with an ax, or perhaps oversized claws. Shelves on the ground, knocked over and spilling their contents. Countless shards of glass and ceramics scattered across what used to be a living room. A clock, broken, its face pierced with the table’s missing leg. Its hands indicated some time not too long after noon, though he wasn’t sure if they were left untouched as soon as the clock stopped working. He was just about to step inside the building to investigate further when his eyes stopped on a curious detail on the other side of the room. There, a small door, once again slightly too small for a regular human, was held closed by a chair, its back preventing the handle from opening it. Whoever lived there, they were afraid of what laid just beyond that door. He knew he should be afraid as well. He stepped away from the house. Instead, he headed deeper inside the town. Passing by more of the same dilapidated buildings, the stranger carefully looked around in hopes of discovering anything out of the ordinary. He chuckled at his own thoughts, as nothing in his direct vicinity could be described as ‘ordinary’, before deciding to do something he hadn’t done ever since waking up in this world. Taking in a deep breath, the scent of stilled air filling his nostrils, he spoke up, to call for aid. To his own self, the sound of his voice sounded alien, as if not truly belonging to him. His heart raced for a moment as his mind mistook the sound of his own voice for that of someone else’s, but disillusion was quick to set in. The only answer his call mustered was that of his own spoken words, repeating themselves multiple times as the soundwaves bounced around the empty buildings. He sighed. Just as he expected, just an echo. Spotting a nearby bench, he decided to sit down for a moment, allowing his legs to rest for a while. He rubbed his eyes, then stared at the empty streets around him. Despite roaming in this world for some time now, he couldn’t help but feel dissatisfaction at the absolute absence of any living being. There was no one to help him, no one to answer his questions, no one to guide him. All there was, was an echo. An echo of his voice. An echo of what must have been, in the past, a town full of life. An echo of whatever ended it. Then, he pondered. Was he an echo as well? Looking upward, his mind began processing the question. First, he would need to define what an echo was. Of course, the most common definition was that of acoustics, of sound bouncing off of surfaces, crossing the speaker’s space once, twice, thrice, however many times the architecture allowed. Was he, then, an echo? No, he thought, I am more than sound. I am flesh, I am blood and I do not go around bouncing off walls. But then again, he was bouncing off places: right now, from the clearing he woke up in, to the path he found, to this settlement. Would he end up crossing back his starting point? Would he be, then, an echo? Even then, this was not the only existing understanding of the concept of echoes. What does an echo require, in order to exist? It requires a large space, mostly empty, with surfaces to bounce off from, clear boundaries allowing what was uttered to come back. Looking around at the empty streets, he wondered what boundaries this world offered. Were there walls around him, clear limits he wouldn’t be able to cross and that would send him back on his way? Would he even be able to recognize them? Then, he remembered the chair keeping the door locked in that house he investigated. He remembered how he knew better than to discover what was beyond. Perhaps he had found his first wall. Or perhaps he was overthinking. With so little around to entertain and stimulate his mind, his thoughts had the tendency to wander off whenever left unchecked. Was this something he did before ending up in this world? If it did, then, he never paid attention to it. Is awareness an echo, he wondered? Forcing himself to stand back up, he marched on, not wanting to waste any more time thinking about echoes and instead focusing on the search for supplies. Then again, what did he have if not time to waste? A nagging voice in his head made itself known. Is time an echo too, it asked? He replied aloud, speaking up for the second time that day though it was more of a half-mumbled mess of words than any clear utterance of speech. “If I don’t find something to keep my mind occupied, I’m going to go mad.”

Seer

551371

Original Character,Twilight Sparkle,Dark,Drama,Horror,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death

The Way Out

Tomorrow terrified her, because she had no way of knowing what was going to happen.

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<p>Tomorrow terrified her, because she had no way of knowing what was going to happen. </p><p>But if Tinker was able to overcome that, maybe she could stop worrying. </p><p>She'd do anything to make that happen. </p><hr/><p>This is a sequel to my friend <a href="/user/91/Flashgen" rel="nofollow">Flashgen's</a> story, <a href="/story/459353/tomorrow-was-beautiful" rel="nofollow">Tomorrow Was Beautiful</a> and was submitted for, and eventually won, the <a href="/group/214527/quills-and-sofas-speedwriting" rel="nofollow">Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Group's</a> 3rd Expanding Universes Contest. </p><p>It should be noted, though this is a spoiler, that this story also expands on <span class="spoiler">my story <a href="/story/487950/onkalo" rel="nofollow">Onkalo</a> which was itself a sequel to another Flashgen fic, <a href="/story/448642/pneuma" rel="nofollow">Pneuma</a></span>. Going into the fic knowing this will spoil some of the content, but will make a couple of details clearer. That said the fic is very much understandable without this. The choice whether to go in blind or not is left to the reader.</p>

teen

2024-02-12T00:34:10+00:00

2024-02-12T00:34:10+00:00

Tomorrow was agony. Twilight knew because she had lived through them all. She knew that the first of her friends would pass. Applejack, in theory the strongest of them, would choke on the fluid filling her lungs. Everyone would try to reach her in time to say goodbye, but the doctors had told them all that it wouldn’t be that day. Rarity would be asleep, the constant visits back and to hospital exhausting her beyond measure. She’d never forgive herself, not for the rest of her entire life. Twilight had once thought that knowing everything that would happen would mean that she was able to change things. That her foresight of her friend’s demise would mean she could be there, could make it so her friends would be there. Fate, it seemed, was crueller than that. No matter how hard she tried, she’d be unable to reach Applejack. She’d be unable to contact her friends. Reality seemed to twist in order to make it happen. Twilight had once thought that knowing everything in advance would mean that it would hurt less. Fate, it seemed, was crueller than that. “Twilight, how are you doing? Lots of things on the agenda today,” Spike’s voice called through the closed door to her bedchambers. She didn’t answer, and found instead her attention was caught by the design on her ceiling. In how many lifetimes she’d never really noticed it before. But now, she couldn’t tear her eyes off the circular, swirling patterns, forming self-perpetuating, cyclic fractals that got smaller and smaller, until it almost looked like they vanished. Twilight knew better than that, of course. XXX “There’s a way out of this.” XXX Tomorrow terrified her, because she had no way of knowing what was going to happen. Tinker tried to remember the phrases that Jet Stream had told her to repeat to herself. Tried to remember that she did this every morning, tried to remember that there was no way of knowing everything, tried to remember that living in the uncertainty was the only way forward. Tomorrow could have been anything. Tinker felt herself starting to hyperventilate. That was, of course, until a wing gently landed on her tummy, and began light, circular motions. Her breath started to come down, she started to believe all her reassurances. She looked over, Jet Stream wasn’t even awake yet, he’d just started to make her feel better without even needing to be conscious. Tinker loved him so much, she was afraid it would kill her. Above them, the shelf groaned, and for a moment afterwards, all was still. But it did that every morning, Jet Stream had told her over and over that it was sturdy, that she didn’t need to remake every bit of furniture herself. He wanted to put his favourite crystal on there, the one he always insisted looked like a heart. Tinker couldn’t see it, but he’d always been the artistic one. He’d even sat on the shelf for two straight hours, to prove it would safely hold anything they put on it. He’d looked so silly, perched up there, comically screaming to her as if he was so far away she could no longer hear him. She’d laughed so hard she’d barely been able to breathe. The shelf creaked again, Tinker was so anxious she was barely able to breathe. It’s okay, Jet Stream showed us it was okay, we can’t keep doing this. Jet Stream’s eyes fluttered open, he turned over and looked at her, smiling serenely. Tinker felt her breath catch. The shelf creaked, then groaned, then gave way. The crystal fell, directly above Jet Stream’s confused, sleep addled face. He looked up at the rock falling towards him, poised to smash his skull, like one would look at an amusing curiosity. Totally uncomprehending of the lethality. Tinker’s mind allowed her no such serenity. She dived over and wrapped her hooves around the weighty mineral, leaping over her husband in the process. A trailing hindleg caught his face, she heard him grunt in surprise. The momentum carried Tinker into their home’s sturdy, clay walls. Her shoulder took the brunt of the impact and she fell into a heap on the ground. Her earth pony body was more than able to weather any damage of course. But the funny thing about pegasi was that their bodies needed to be light to allow them to fly. They were slight creatures, built for agility. The amount of times Jet Stream needed to call Tinker out to help him when he’d found a particularly impressive crystal, because his hooves were simply unable to lift things that Tinker could manage with ease. The funny thing was that that crystal would have shattered her husband’s skull and killed him instantly. If Tinker hadn’t been awake, he would have died. Jet Stream would have died. “Tinker,” he cried, leaping out of their bed to her side, “Oh my goodness, are you alright?” She was absolutely fine, a light bruise on her shoulder would be the only physical consequence of all of this. But Tinker found she was unable to breathe. She pushed the crystal aside and wrapped her hooves around Jet Stream, before crying her eyes out. XXX “How long are we going to keep doing this?” “That is up to you, Twilight.” “Does this please you? Do you have any conception of what it’s like? I can’t stop it all from happening over and over and over. I become friends with them, they come into my life, and all the while it’s tainted with the knowledge and experience that they’ll die. My friends die, my mother and father die, my brother dies. Their love has become like ash in my mouth, lifetimes and lifetimes of pain. Do you truly enjoy doing this to me?” “As I’ve said. There’s a way out.” “Why don’t you tell me who you are, what your name is?” “There aren’t enough sounds in your world to tell you my name.” XXX “Wow, Tinker, this is ingenious! So simple, yet so elegant!” “Mhm,” Tinker replied, not really listening, “Sorry it took so long, hard when you don’t have a horn.” It was true, being an earth pony inventor felt like you were fighting with one hoof tied behind your back. Everything was harder, everything took longer, everything done was laborious and draining. There were some days Tinker would burn with jealousy after having spoken to her contemporaries, hearing of how quickly they could realise their ideas. And yet, today her mind was too preoccupied to be upset about that. Tinker’s hoof tapped a nervous rhythm on the dusty ground, and her eyes kept wandering over to Jet Stream’s part of their stall. There were ponies lined up to get a look at his crystals. While he never made reference to it, both of them were aware it was his business that kept them going. Not Tinker’s. “Here’s the bits we agreed upon. Honestly I can’t quite get the hang of these things still. And this picture of Princess Platinum they have on them! Maybe she looked like that when she was still in her twenties but she's gotta be pushing fifty now! Who are they trying to fool with this-" “Thanks, I appreciate it,” Tinker cut off the mare, unwilling to get involved in a conversation about ageing. Too many connotations of decay. The commission had been a device to help speed up the process of addition and subtraction. Mathematics was a relatively fledgling field, and those who practised it, like her client, had quickly realised that doing it all in their head was very unwieldy. Tinker’s invention had been a relatively simple one, but it fit the brief well enough. A rack of small pieces of wood, each lined with several beads with which one could track numbers by moving them from side to side in groups. “What do you call it?” “I don’t know, I didn’t give it a name. I’ll let you come up with it.” Tinker replied, still not taking her eyes off her husband, “Thanks again for your patronage Abacus.” The unicorn offered some more fawning praise that Tinker didn’t really listen to before taking her leave. Jet Stream was better with customers than she was. He downplayed his business, saying it was just there to allow Tinker to carry on working on inventions. But she didn’t remotely agree. Jet would find the most beautiful crystals, they seemed magnetised to him in a way they weren’t to anyone else. It was his special talent, after all. Someone could go out into those wilds and come back with a couple of shiny rocks, but Jet? Jet would find the most incredible specimens, and he’d do it day in, day out. They adorned every inch of the space around him, he’d sell so many, but find so many still, that they just never seemed to dry up. They lined countertops, lined display cases, and, right there above him, they lined shelves. Tinker was finding it hard to breathe. She hastily trotted over, heedless of the prospective customer who’d been trying to get her attention for the past minute. “Jet, Jet, can I talk to you?” Tinker asked shakily. “Hi honey,” he replied breezily, in that voice that was always so bereft of the poison that had never loosened its grip on Tinker’s mind, “Just finishing up with a customer, can I come grab you in a moment?” “Jet, I’d really appreciate it if you could come over here for a second,” The urgency in her voice made him look over at her, and suddenly his easy, relaxed expression became one of concern. “Tinker, I think you’re spiralling again,” he replied, lowering his voice so as to not embarrass her in front of the increasingly curious looking crowd, “Remember what we talked about, okay? Have you done your breathing exercises, they always make you feel better?” He rubbed her back gently, it was probably the softest hoof in the entire world. It was probably the most lovely feeling under the sun. But above Jet Stream was a shelf filled with crystals. And sure, he could have pointed out that Tinker built their respective stalls. He could have pointed out that she made those shelves herself, and she’d never be so careless as to not properly weight test them. He could have pointed out that Tinker remembered doing so, and that she’d known he was going to be putting crystals on them and as such made absolutely sure that there was no way the shelves would be so weak as to crack under the weight of several kilos worth of heavy minerals. He could have said any of those things to Tinker, and all of them would have been correct. But still. Was that a creak? Was that a groan, was that motion in the corner of her eye the sagging of a shelf, ready to collapse and drop its payload onto her husband, shattering his brittle bones and bludgeoning him painfully to death. The breathing exercises and the hoof on her back weren’t helping. Tinker couldn’t take it. She wrapped her hooves around him and pulled him out of the stall. The two of them fell into an undignified heap on the ground and Jet Stream yelped as Tinker landed on one of his forehooves. She’d hurt him. The crowd chuckled at the ridiculous display. It started low, before snowballing into peals of mocking laughter. Tinker had hurt Jet Stream. He didn’t look mad. When their eyes met, he only looked concerned for her. And she knew that he’d reassure her and they’d end the day better than it started. But tomorrow? Tomorrow he’d head back into that stall, and stand under those shelves. Tomorrow could have been anything, and Tinker could never know. Her breathing was laboured, her cheeks burned under the cruel sun and cruel jeering of the crowd. Jet Stream reached out his bruised, tender forehoof. Tinker got out from under him and ran. XXX Tomorrow would be a day that Twilight got to spend in the library. She knew because she’d lived it before. She’d found, in all this time. That some things could be changed. Only the things of no consequence, mind, but just because she’d spent that day on her last go around looking up time magic, and repetition magic, and cyclical sorcery, that didn’t mean she needed to look that up again. Maybe she’d look up curses, and old magic, and ways to break them this time. Yes, that sounded like a good idea. XXX Tinker tried to steady her breathing and quash the sickening feeling in her abdomen. The sounds of the jungle around her created what should have been a relaxing symphony. Instead, the medley of animal noises and rustling of breeze through foliage felt now like too many disparate things to focus on. Too many variables. Too many things that could go wrong. There was only one pony in the world who knew about this place other than her. After all, Tinker told her husband everything. But even Jet Stream never came here. No, it was Tinker’s place. It was the one place other than her husband’s embrace in which the anxiety would reliably melt away. But today? Today felt different. Today was hard to shake. And if today was hard to shake, then what would tomorrow be like? What if she was always going to feel like this? Tinker shook, she poured with sweat. It felt like her skull was filled with wasps. She got up and paced around. It only made things feel worse. She felt like she needed to escape. She did need to escape. She needed to go somewhere different. She needed Jet Stream, but she couldn’t. He would be on one of his excursions, hunting for wild gems. Plus, she’d hurt him when she’d pulled him over, what if he never wanted to speak to her again? What if this was the end? What if she was going to die? What if he was going to die. A tree shook under the weight of some unseen creature swinging from branch to branch. The wood creaked and groaned. Tinker ran. She bolted through the jungle aimlessly, knowing in the back of her mind how stupid it was to do this but being unable to stop herself. She needed to leave, she needed to be anywhere other than this place, this body, this mind. Her hoof sank into the ground, it felt different to the normal terrain. It felt more flimsy. There was a creak of old wood. The ground collapsed beneath her. Tinker instinctively wrapped herself into a ball as she fell through the earth. For what felt like the millionth time today, she bitterly thanked her earth pony resilience as she crumpled to a heap on some hard, cold stone. The pain was blinding, she opened an eye and saw that she’d fell at least three stories worth of height, if not more. A fall like that would have killed a unicorn. If he didn’t extend his wings, it would have killed a pegasus too. She looked around, she didn’t know this place. She didn’t know where she was. This place looked old. Older than anything she’d seen. It was difficult to see, the only light was from whatever sunlight could filter through the hole that she’d fallen through. The multitude of tunnels and passages that led from this room remained pitch black. If she went down any of them, she’d be lost forever. Her breath stayed quick, her heart thumped. How was she going to get out? She wasn’t like Jet Stream, she couldn’t fly. If she was a unicorn, she could have teleported out. But no, she was an earth pony, hardy enough to survive the fall, but too limited to do anything else. All the other inventors she knew were unicorns, they could use their magic to create, but not Tinker. No wonder she had to rely on her husband to pay their way. All talent, no execution, waiting on ponies like Abacus who would, for some reason, accept the much greater waiting times associated with an earth pony. Maybe tomorrow, ponies like that would stop coming to her. Maybe tomorrow, they wouldn’t have the chance after she dies of thirst in this wretched, stone tomb, leaving Jet Stream to wonder for the rest of his life what he did to make Tinker leave him. Tinker tried to stop her anxiety from spiraling, Tinker tried to remember what Jet Stream had told her. “Just do your breathing.” The voice reverberated around the walls, shaking loose dust and debris from old carved rock, untouched for centuries, maybe even longer. Tinker’s heart felt like it was going to stop from fear. “This can’t be happening.” Her thoughts once again rang out around her, projected onto every surface, sounding like they were coming from everywhere at once. The chamber suddenly began to illuminate itself. Old carvings flooded with golden, warm light. Tinker could see, in the centre of the room, the unmistakable shape of a workbench. “What… what is this place?” she whimpered, her tail tucked between shaking hindlegs. “We’ve heard about places like this. Old, forgotten corners of the world, filled with ancient magic. Lost magic.” “Who is that?!” she screamed, desperately trying to sound confident in spite of the fear wracking her body and mind. “You know who I am, who we are.” “But… but that’s impossible. My thoughts are just… thoughts. Jet Stream always told me that-” “Jet Stream doesn’t know everything. We love him, but we know that he doesn’t know everything. Are we going to deny our own eyes and ears? We can hear this, this is real.” Her thoughts rang back at her, Jet Stream felt so very, very small. “Maybe it’s the magic of this place?” she offered, and at once the lights crawling around on the walls brightened. “Our parents always used to tell us stories, of all the hidden places in the world. Buried magic from before the unification, from before ponies. Maybe whoever was alive back then made a place like this, so that they could speak to their own thoughts?” “That would… make sense?” Tinker offered, still wary of the voice… of her own voice, ringing back to her. She knew they were her own thoughts, she could feel herself thinking them. But the magic of this place made it feel like they were coming from everywhere aside from her. “But how can I be interacting with magic?!” Tinker exclaimed, looking resentfully down at her own hooves, “I’m not a unicorn.” “Do we think the creatures that made this place were unicorns?” Tinker could feel the voice reassuring her, and, in that, her anxiety spiked more and more. It was the nature of her mind, that everytime she relaxed for any reason, Tinker would find herself worrying. Worrying about the fact she wasn’t worrying. Why wasn’t she worrying? Had she forgotten something? Had she forgotten something bad she did, had she thought about all the avenues and possibilities properly, what if she didn’t deserve to be reassured? “The creatures who made this place were like us. Builders, creators, inventors. It’s the unicorns who don’t belong here, not us.” Tinker bit her lip. She turned, taking another look at the hole she’d fallen through. Surely there was something in this chamber she could repurpose into helping her get back up? But then the workbench in the centre of the room throbbed with light and heat once more. “Surely it couldn’t do any harm if we just had a look.” “Surely it couldn’t do any harm if we just had a look?” Tinker repeated. She turned away from the hole in the ceiling, and walked towards the centre of the room. The bench was, like everything else in the chamber, identifiably ancient, but in a nonspecific manner. It was adorned with runes that Tinker didn’t recognise, glyphs and carvings of creatures she didn’t recognise, yet still felt a low rumble of dread upon looking at them. And still, even with all of that, it was oddly pristine, unsettlingly untouched for all the aeons it may have laid dormant in this crumbling sarcophagus. Tinker placed her hooves on it, and it came to life. She imagined this was what unicorns must feel like when they created something. Suddenly, her quaint fumbling with wood and tools seemed absolutely pointless, a lifetime spent wasted. All around her, golden glyphs and diagrams floated through the air, ever shifting and mutating into something new. Some new idea, some new concept. “Imagine what we could do with this,” Tinker didn’t need to imagine it, it was right there, in front of her. All her worries seemed to have solutions now. In her mind, she conceptualised the idea of a shelf that could never fall, no matter how much weight was put onto it, and as she did so, the solution was revealed to her. All she would need would be to take the materials and infuse them with the magic of this place. Rework the load bearing mechanism, change the brackets, shift them into the non-euclidian, seemingly impossible formations that were now coursing through her mind. And she could, as well. Tinker knew she could do it, knew that she had the skill. She reached out and touched the magic, and felt it bend. It felt malleable, tangible, it didn’t matter that she wasn’t a unicorn, Tinker could have done it. “But that’s not what we really want, is it?” The diagrams and notes about shelves died instantly, dimming the chamber. Tinker chewed her lip. The voice was right, of course, it knew her, it was her. Because sure, Tinker could come down here and make as many shelves as she wanted, and make it so Jet Stream couldn’t ever die from a crystal falling and smashing his head apart. But what if he died from something else? What if he was set upon by bandits when he was out in the wilds, looking for gems. What if he was ripped to shreds by some monster from the jungle? What if he came looking for Tinker, and fell down this hole, and was so stunned he forgot to fly and shattered his neck on the stones? The truth was, there was no way to fully protect Jet Stream from the world. There was no way to protect herself from the world, they just had to live in it, and accept that there was no such thing as being free from uncertainty. That’s what Jet Stream always told her. “But Jet Stream isn’t here, is he? And we know better than that…” “I… I don’t know if I should…” “But what’s the alternative? That we let him die?” Tinker’s heart thumped in her chest, it almost felt profane. A small part of her felt that Jet Stream would rather die, than for her to do this. Tinker thought, and thought, until her mind felt it was going to explode, and finally, she placed her hoof on the cool surface of the workbench. Instantly the diagrams and glyphs and notes returned around her. And it was so horrible, so disgustingly simple. The magic in this place could do it, could create something that could show her her entire future, could show her everything that would go wrong, so that she could find a way to fix it. The magic around her could be her tools, she understood it, she could change it, dominate it. As soon as she made contact with the table, a lifetime of magical ignorance gave way to perfect, total comprehension. She could pour it into the forms and configurations needed. She could see it. All she’d need is a sufficiently powerful conduit, something to hold all of the magic. Something like a crystal. Some perfect, massive, stunning crystal. A crystal that could hold all that furious, boiling magic. “I could do it.” “We could do it.” And yet… Tinker released her hold on the table. She hadn’t done her breathing, she hadn’t done her reassurances, her distractions. She hadn’t done a thing Jet Stream had told her to do, in those moments where he held and stroked her hair and kept her in one piece. She’d done everything he’d warned her made it all worse. She’d ruminated, she’d obsessed. Tinker didn’t think Jet Stream would want this. “But Jet Stream won’t want anything if he’s dead, will he?” Tinker took a moment to think, before once again placing her hoof on the table. “How do I make a way out of here?” she muttered. On cue, the chamber responded to her thought. Stones erupted from the ground, forming a staircase up to the hole she’d fallen through. She didn’t give herself time to think, and instead ran out of the chamber before her thoughts convinced her to stay. XXX “There’s a way out of this, Twilight. This could all stop.” “So you always tell me,” Twilight replied, speaking into the infinite void she found herself in at the end of every cycle, before it all started again, “But somehow, I don’t get the impression that you’ll simply let me free without getting something in return.” “And you would be correct. It was your own choice to look into the orb, Twilight. No one forced you.” Twilight slumped, her facade of defiance cracking for a moment under the weight of pain and regret. “You could be free of it all,” “So shrewd, so manipulative, such a grand master of puppets,” Twilight spat with disgust, “You’re not nearly as clever as you think you are,” “I don’t think your concept of intelligence is really something that applies to me.” “If you want something, why don’t you tell me who you are? Hmm? Stop hiding behind cowardly excuses, your pathetic soliloquising about your grand unknowable name. We’re here speaking, aren’t we? We both know you could tell me what to call you if you weren’t so preoccupied with infantile self-aggrandisement.” “There was a name that some of your people used to know me by, I could tell you that, if you’d like?” And for all her bravado, Twilight faltered. Maybe there was a comfort in not knowing that she hadn’t admitted to herself. “How about another time around, to help you think?” And before she had a chance to answer, the black gave way to the light, and Twilight’s grip on this place began to slip. Tomorrow was going to be her first, and Twilight already wanted to die. XXX “You scared me,” Jet Stream said, trying to be as stern as he could. But they both knew it wasn’t in his nature. He gently dabbed at her various cuts and grazes with a wet cloth, before anointing each one with a healing salve. Tinker should have looked into how to come up with panacea while she was down in the chamber, rather than shelves and staircases. “Where did you go?” “I… I went to my special place,” Tinker replied, keeping her eyes on the floor. “I figured as much, I thought it would be best to not disturb you,” he replied. “Thank you… for putting up with me,” Tinker replied, prompting him to stop. “Hey hey hey,” he said, walking around so that they could talk face to face, “I don’t ‘put up’ with you. I love you, Tinker, you’re wonderful and caring and the most clever pony I’ve ever met. I only wish you could see that as well,” “But I hurt you,” she replied weakly. “Tin’, I’m a big boy, okay,” he reassured, moving back around to tend to her cuts again, “A bruised hoof isn’t going to kill me, besides it was an accident, you were only trying to help.” “But I embarrassed you in front of your customers,” she whined. “Tin’, this is the sort of thing I’m talking about. I’ve told you nothing is wrong, okay? You don’t need to keep trying to give me, or yourself, reasons why it shouldn’t be. I’m fine, we’re fine,” “I’m sorry,” He stopped again, and sighed. As gently as possible, avoiding her wounds, he swaddled Tinker in a warm, soft hug. She sighed into his chest. She wanted to just stay like this. “You’ve not done anything wrong hon, I know how you struggle, okay? When I tell you to breathe, to try to get out of your head, to stop thinking about bad things that have happened, or all the things you’ve done that you feel bad about, or all the bad things that could happen, it’s not because you’re doing anything wrong. It’s because you don’t deserve to feel like that. Sure, you’re not perfect, and sure, life isn’t always going to be amazing at all times, but you’re not a bad pony, Tinker.” And Tinker wanted to cry. Because he was so sweet, and he loved her so much, and she loved him so much. And she didn’t believe him. And one of these days, he was going to die, and Tinker wouldn’t be able to save him. And then what good would breathing exercises, or mantras to reassure, or distraction techniques do anyone? Like many things, Tinker didn’t want to think about it. And that probably meant she’d be able to think of nothing else, maybe for the rest of her entire life. “How did your hunting go today?” she asked, forcing herself to smile and knowing that listening to Jet Stream get over excited about crystals was the best distraction technique in the world. “Are you sure you want me to tell you?” he asked, “We can keep talking about this if you’d like?” “Jet, please sweetheart, all I want right now is to hear about your crystals,” she replied, it was all she could do to stop herself from crying. “Well, if I’m being honest, today was… quite special.” “Oh?” “I found something… well, it’s a big deal,” he said, and Tinker felt her heart swell with affection over how excited he was getting. “Do you want to show me?” He grinned and ran over to his trolley. The sacks of geodes and crystals on top didn’t seem to register with him, instead, he opened the secure compartment underneath, and withdrew something stunning. It was a perfect sphere of clear, colourless crystal. Absolutely pristine from all angles, there was no deviation, no deficiency. It was nigh invisible for its unblemished perfection. “What is it?” Tinker gasped. “It’s one of the rarest gems out there. It’s an Emperor’s Conduit. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of years ago, they were used in magic rituals. Tin’, the right buyer would pay us a king’s ransom for this. We could get you a better workshop. We could move to a better home. We could set up the rest of our lives with this.” And it was a nice thought, it really was. Tinker could see it all play out, her perfect life with Jet Stream, the pony that meant more to her than anything. Of course, maybe none of it would happen. Because maybe they’d move to a new place, and thieves would break in and slit Jet’s throat while he slept. Maybe one of the shelves in that nice, new home would break and all those beautiful, gorgeous, sharp, deadly crystals would fall and bury her husband in a tomb that bled him to death while Tinker was lost in her own world. In that nice new workshop of hers. And all the while, Tinker would have known that there was a way that she could have saved him. Tomorrow may be the day that Jet was able to sell that crystal, and change their lives. Tomorrow could have also been the day where bandits saw a lithe, thin little pegasus travelling with untold riches on the road, before stabbing him in the guts for his trouble. “There’s no rush, okay? I can speak to some of my contacts,” he said, walking over to put it back in the secure compartment of his trolley, “And I know when good things happen, you can worry, but there’s no need to, okay? Remember what we talked about, don’t get too bogged down in trying to predict the future, Tin’, okay? Whatever happens, we can get through it.” He placed the crystal into the compartment. The wood groaned and creaked. “Sure thing Jet,” she replied, trying to blink away tears before he could see them. XXX Tomorrow was another one of those infrequent, spare days Twilight got. She knew because she’d lived through it more times than she could recall. She’d go down to the library, and look for solutions to her problem. How long had she been looking now? Tens of thousands of years? Hundreds of thousands? Millions? Whatever it wanted, surely it couldn’t be as bad as this? But Twilight knew, of course, that just because she’d been looking for solutions to her problem for this long, she didn’t have to keep doing it. She knew there were things she could change, small things. Maybe this time, she’d look up ancient gods, archaic demons. Yes, that sounded like a good idea. XXX Tinker’s obsessiveness had been the bane of her life since she was a foal. The inability to stop worrying, to stop thinking. She really doubted she’d still be here were it not for Jet Stream. But, as she was able to find her way back to the hole in the jungle floor, even in the dark, she could admit there was the occasional benefit. The way out she’d made, the large staircase of stone, was still there, allowing her to make a much more graceful entrance this time around. Her saddlebags bulged with the Emperor’s Conduit. It would be perfect, perfect to hold the magic of the great, archaic workbench. And then, once she had made her device, once she knew everything in their life that would go wrong, she could take the magic out and return it and Jet Stream would never know. She could finally shake the doubt, it was all going to be fine. It was going to be fine. “It’s going to be fine,” her thoughts rang out around her, as the chamber filled with light once more. She strode up to the workbench, not allowing herself the time to doubt this as well. This was finally going to be the absence of doubt, of uncertainty. She couldn’t allow herself to be swayed now. Not now. “We’ll make the device, we’ll get all the information we need, and then we’ll restore the emperor’s conduit and it will all be fine. It’s all going to be fine.” “It’s all going to be fine.” She touched the workbench, and suddenly, the understanding of magic returned to her, the way to bend it, manipulate it, impregnate it within the crystal. When she was touching that workbench, it was all so simple. And after this, it would all finally be fine. “It will all be fine.” Tinker got to work. XXX “I know you,” Twilight said, the second she arrived. “Oh? What do you know?” “I don’t need that name, I found it. I found who you are. It was hard, nigh impossible, but there’s mentions of you, books, glyphs, runes, out there in the world. And I found it.” “And how can you be sure?” “Well why don’t we make a wager. If I tell you, and I get it right, you have to tell me if I’m right.” Twilight was posturing, she knew it, she had nothing to wager with this entity. But, the fact that it seemed to be taking some time to think gave her some hope. XXX Tinker wasn’t sure how long the work had taken her. It had gone by in a blur. But that wasn’t important. None of that mattered. What mattered was the clear, crystal orb, floating in front of her, suspended above the workbench. “I did it,” she muttered. “You did it.” Tinker reached out with her hooves, and touched the surface. What she saw was more horrible than anything she could have imagined. She saw herself unable to purge the magic from the Emperor’s Conduit. She saw herself be unable to move it, to bring it home. She saw the betrayal on Jet Stream’s face, when he realised that his wife, the love of his life, had stolen from him. Had stolen the most valuable thing he’d ever earned. She saw herself be too worried about him coming down here and touching it himself, that she was never able to tell him where it went, what she did with it. She saw the light in their relationship flicker, and nearly die out completely. But of course, things were rarely that simple. Because the light did come back, of course. Jet Stream loved her more than a crystal, he knew about her difficulties, he knew about the way her mind twisted things until she was unable to think straight. The light did come back. But it didn’t matter. Because in a few months from now, Jet Stream would fall victim to a wasting disease. She saw it, she saw him wither away, the weight dropping from him until he was emaciated and corpse-like. A horrifying sight to behold. Milky, nearly-dead eyes that tried to convey the same kindness he’d always shown Tinker, but only managed to terrify her. And then he would die. And then the rest of her short life would be nothing save for wasting away herself, from a different sickness. Plagued with doubt in spite of her all-encompassing knowledge. Wracked with guilt and shame for ruining what should have been their last few months together, gaining that affection back only for it to be when Jet Stream was so ill that he wouldn’t kiss her anymore regardless, for fear of transferring the plague that ravaged his body onto his wife. The vision ended. The lights in the room had died. “I…” she could barely speak, her mouth agape in a mask of horror and grief, her mind unable to shake the visions she’d seen. “Well, this was what you wanted, Tinker,” She ran up to the workbench and placed her hooves on it. This time, however, it did not light. No inspiration, no illuminating thoughts of innovation came to her. “How do I fix it?” she said, before her whisper gave way to a scream, “HOW DO I FIX IT?!” “Fix it? This was something to see your future, Tinker. To experience it all over, and over, and over. Every time you die, another time around. No one ever said anything about fixing it.” The voice suddenly didn’t feel like her own thoughts anymore. “Wha… but… I thought…” “I never said I was you, Tinker, I just repeated your own thoughts back at you. You’re the one who filled in all the blanks, and now you have what you want.” Tinker’s heart thundered, her breath quickened. She thought of Jet Stream, telling her to practise her breathing. And the second she thought of Jet Stream, she doubled over and vomited all over the floor. “What is this?! Who are you?! Tell me what you are!” she shrieked at the chamber walls. XXX “Proceed. Who do you think I am, Twilight?” Twilight took a steadying breath, before replying. “Your name is Pneuma.” XXX “As I said, Tinker,” the voice replied, addressing Tinker’s frantic wails and pleas to tell her how she could fix it. “You can’t fix it.” The earth pony looked around like a panicked animal, hyperventilating, vomit dripping from her muzzle. “However… there is a way out of this.” XXX “Very clever.” “I have a knack for it,” Twilight responded, and suddenly found all strength leaving her. She collapsed, the will to stand had ebbed away of countless lifetimes. “Are you ready?” “Wait, just… just give me a minute. Just give me a moment, please.” “It doesn’t work like that, Twilight.” “The book I found, the one that finally told me who you are, talked about you being worshipped in a mountain. It talked about you like you were trapped there, how did you escape?” she asked, for some reason she found herself gasping for breath. Even talking was beginning to be too much. “I remember a conversation I once had with someone. He was a strong one, stronger than I think he ever realised.” “Oh?” Twilight asked, she could barely lift her head. “Allow me to ask you a question. Say you had to put something somewhere. Somewhere where it could never, ever be found. How would you do it? You could put it in some enormous terrifying building, maybe? Put signs up everywhere telling ponies to stay away, that it’s dangerous? But then, that’s not going to work, is it? Someone too brave, or too stupid, is going to go into that building one day. And the whole thing is ruined. “So, how about this instead? How about you don’t put any signs up. How about you act like there’s nothing to find at all? Just bury it somewhere, somewhere in the middle of nowhere and then leave it. I used to think that would be the way to do it, but now I’m not so sure.” “I think that’s going to keep it hidden for longer. Definitely longer than the other way. But then one day, if someone comes across it, there’s not going to be any warnings, are there? They’re not going to know what they’ve found. So… with that in mind, what’s the point in trying to bury these things? “You’re right, I used to be free, back when the orb was made, it was made by a mare much like you, Twilight. And then, I was trapped in a mountain. And I was there for so long. And you know what happened because of that, Twilight? Nothing. Someone freed me, one of the countless souls I encountered. All that time I was imprisoned was a blink in the face of eternity. And now, here we are.” “Who freed you?” “Enough of this. Are you ready?” The light started to intensify, banishing the black. Tomorrow was going to be her first, and Twilight couldn’t bear it anymore. “Please! Just give me a break, please not again. Oh god, not again!” wailed the Princess of all Equestria. “As I’ve said, Twilight, it doesn't work like that. Of course, there’s a way out of this.” With all the effort she could muster, Twilight looked up. XXX “What is it? What’s the way out?” Tinker asked, her voice panicked and shuddering. “You made a way out of this chamber, your stairs are still here, you’re free to leave. You can go back to Jet Stream. And you can stay with him while his love for you dies, and then you can watch him waste away, and then you can die, and start it all over again. Knowing what will happen and being unable to change it.” “What’s the way out?!” Tinker screamed through sobs, “The real way out!” “The real way out, is that you take me with you. Allow me into your mind, willingly let me take residence within your mind, take me out into the world with you.” Tinker gawked in abject horror at the walls, she felt a panic attack coming on. She was going to be sick again. “That, Tinker, is the way out.” XXX “And what? What happens when you do that? I let you out and you wear my body, and murder all my friends and family?” “I don’t mean your friends or family harm, Twilight. I simply wish to share your mind.” “Find someone else to possess,” Twilight sneered, and would have spat for good measure, had she the strength for it. “I could tell you that I don’t want to possess you, Twilight, that my intentions are benign. That I simply want to be out in the world, rather than a place like here. I could tell you that, with my help, we could unlock magics that would revolutionise Equestria, and bring in a new golden age for your subjects.” XXX “I could tell you that I don’t want to possess you, Tinker, that my intentions are benign. That I simply want to be out in the world, rather than a place like here. I could tell you that, with my help, Jet Stream could find the most incredible crystals the world had ever seen. That we could invent such incredible treasures as to revolutionise the whole world, and that nothing could ever harm the life that you and your husband would be able to make for each other. “I could tell you all of that, and mean it. The question is, of course… XXX … Would you believe me?” XXX “And what if you’re lying?” asked Tinker, directing her question to the formless, presence of Pneuma, throbbing and pulsing like living smoke in the pitch black chamber. XXX “It’s a fair question, Twilight, I might be lying. And if you think I am, then you should decline my offer. And we can do this over, and over, and over again, for the rest of eternity. You could live your life, for the rest of all lives. You can go through this a million, billion times more. And then once you’ve done that, you can go through it a trillion times more again, and then take all the lives you’ve lived and multiply that by the number of atoms in the universe, and we’ll do it that many times more.” “And that, of course, is just for starters. You could do all a million times more, and spend every bit of reprieve here with me, at the end of everything. At the absolute moment of universal oblivion, your only freedom spent in a wasteland with not a single soul, not a single particle other than you and me. Here forever. "The first time you came here, Twilight, I told you that you had seen, but honestly, I'm not sure you had. So let me ask you… do you see now?" Twilight would have vomited if she had any strength. XXX Tinker vomited, expelling contents of her stomach until dry heaves made her throat feel like sandpaper. “Conventional wisdom would suggest that the equine will cannot match against eternity. Accept it now, be soothed by the knowledge that I mean you no harm, and save yourself the agony.” “Only a fool would defer to conventional wisdom for a matter like this,” Tinker offered, managing a bitter, humourless laugh. “A fair point, and, of course, if you’d like a go around to consider my offer, you’re free to leave at any time.” “Just shut up… just let me think.” Tinker snapped, head in her hooves. XXX “So how about it, Twilight? Would you like another go around? At some point, in all that endlessness, you’re going to accept my offer. So why not do it now, and save yourself more pain?” “Just give me a fucking minute,” Twilight replied, somewhere between fury and resignation, “Just let me think for a minute…”

Seer

551371

Original Character,Twilight Sparkle,Dark,Drama,Horror,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death

The Way Out

Tomorrow terrified her, because she had no way of knowing what was going to happen.

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<p>Tomorrow terrified her, because she had no way of knowing what was going to happen. </p><p>But if Tinker was able to overcome that, maybe she could stop worrying. </p><p>She'd do anything to make that happen. </p><hr/><p>This is a sequel to my friend <a href="/user/91/Flashgen" rel="nofollow">Flashgen's</a> story, <a href="/story/459353/tomorrow-was-beautiful" rel="nofollow">Tomorrow Was Beautiful</a> and was submitted for, and eventually won, the <a href="/group/214527/quills-and-sofas-speedwriting" rel="nofollow">Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Group's</a> 3rd Expanding Universes Contest. </p><p>It should be noted, though this is a spoiler, that this story also expands on <span class="spoiler">my story <a href="/story/487950/onkalo" rel="nofollow">Onkalo</a> which was itself a sequel to another Flashgen fic, <a href="/story/448642/pneuma" rel="nofollow">Pneuma</a></span>. Going into the fic knowing this will spoil some of the content, but will make a couple of details clearer. That said the fic is very much understandable without this. The choice whether to go in blind or not is left to the reader.</p>

teen

2024-02-12T00:34:43+00:00

2024-02-12T00:34:42+00:00

“Jet Stream… Jet Stream, wake up.” “...Ugh… what? Tinker? ‘S that you?” Jet Stream fumbled for a match, and lit the candle on his bedside table. As soon as the light filled the room, he yelped. Tinker’s face was so close to his, he didn’t know how he hadn’t realised. “Hon! You scared me, are you okay?” he asked frantically, “There’s leaves in your mane, Tin’ it’s dangerous to go out at this time!” “I know, I know sweetheart,” she said, before enveloping him in a hug. “What’s wrong Tin’?” Jet Stream asked, concerned about why she’d woken him up at this time. Tinker smiled at him. Maybe it was the low light of the candle, but her eyes looked a little different. “There’s something I need to show you.” XXX “Twi’,” Spike asked, knocking gently on her door. As soon as his claw made contact, it opened with a low creak. It wasn’t like Twilight to leave her door open. He’d have to go and have a word with the security detail. There could be no slacking off where the princess of Equestria was concerned. Twilight was stood by the window, staring out at the city below. “Uhh, Equestria to Twi’,” Spike said with a chuckle. She turned to look at him. “We’ve got a pretty busy day today Twi’, I know you hate it but the nobles are going to make a petition for more tax relief at court today and I’ll be honest I’ve been able to sneak a peek at their proposals and it’s going to take hours to-” “Spike,” Twilight interrupted, placing a hoof on his lips, “I need the steward to take care of that today. There’s something we need to do.” “Aren’t you the one who’s always telling me not to goof off?” he deadpanned. “Spike this is serious, it could be a threat to Equestria.” “Oh, that’s the kind of ‘something’ you mean. Well, I should let Lusterre and all the girls know that-” “No Spike, it needs to just be you and me,” she urged, staring deeply at him. Being honest, it made Spike uncomfortable. “Are you alright, Twilight? This isn’t very like you, and… did you sleep okay? Your eyes look weird.” “Spike, I need you to trust me, okay? The fate of the world could depend on it.” “B-but,” he spluttered, feeling anxiety rise in his chest, “But what am I supposed to do? I don’t even know what we’re dealing with here.” “I can’t explain, but I can show you I need to take you somewhere, and show you something. And then it’ll all make sense.” Spike fidgeted, looking down at his clipboard. He’d dreaded the day ahead, but now he would have given anything to simply deal with the nobles all day. “Hey, relax Spike,” Twilight said, pulling him into a hug, “We’ll find a way to solve this, we always do. You just come with me, and let me show you what I need to show you, and then we can overcome this, like we always do.” “Are you sure,” he asked, cursing the way his voice sounded adolescent again in fear. “Would I ever lie to you?” she asked. He fiddled with the clipboard for a moment, before shaking his head. “Don’t worry Spike, no matter how bad it gets, I promise you, there’s always a way out.”

Mockingbirb

551382

Fluttershy (EqG),Rainbow Dash (EqG),Spike (EqG),Sunset Shimmer,Twilight Sparkle (EqG),Comedy,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

Sunset Shimmer Decides to Turn to the Dark Side

"Really! This time she means it! 🤣"

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<div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p>&quot;Really! This time she means it! 🤣&quot;</p><hr/><p><span style="font-size:0.95em">Probably an entry in </span><a href="/group/215660/sunset-shimmer-x-eg-mlp-villains-shipperss-group-competitions/thread/532936/sunset-x-villain-tying-the-knot-competition-february-2nd-2024-to-march-2nd-2024" rel="nofollow"><span style="font-size:0.95em">the Sunset X Villain “Tying the knot” competition (February 2nd 2024 to March 2nd 2024)</span></a></p><p><a href="/blog/953173/cropped-screencap-from-my-little-pony-or-related-canon-video-or-mlp-comic-book" rel="nofollow"><span style="font-size:0.95em">Cover image credit/source</span></a></p><hr/><p><span style="font-size:0.95em">It's scientifically proven that Sunday nights during a week when SOME PEOPLE are flooding the box with at least one Anon story every day are the worst time to submit a story to fimfic and try to get it featured, but...(shrug)...</span><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:0.95em">spontaneous fimfic-ing is fun!</span><br/><img alt=":pinkiehappy:" class="emoticon" src="https://static.fimfiction.net/images/emoticons/pinkiehappy.png"/></p></div>

teen

2024-02-12T02:50:35+00:00

2024-02-12T02:50:35+00:00

"That does it!" Sunset threw her videogame controller to the floor. "No more Miss Nice Girl! I'm turning to THE DARK SIDE! I'm becoming evil again!" "Mmmhmm," Fluttershy said. "Or you could hold down the B button to hang onto the tree, so your squirrel doesn't keep falling off. Poor little squirrel." Sunset blinked. She ran her squirrel up and down the tree three times in a row, without falling even once. "Oh. Thanks, Fluttershy." Fluttershy smiled. "You're welcome." *** "Look at this." Sunset gound her teeth. "My register is twenty-five cents over. If I have the wrong total at the end of my shift, I could lose my job! I could get fired and never be allowed to sell sushi anywhere in Canterlot anytime again! My life will be ruined! Just to pay rent, I'll be forced to turn to...THE DARK--" Sunny Flare ran into the restaurant. "Sorry, Sunset! I forgot to balance my register before I left to deliver the convention orders! Was my total off?" Sunset sighed. "Maybe." *** Behind Canterlot High School, Sunset held a cigarette tip between her lips, as she dug in her pocket for a lighter. Snips and Snails walked past. "My boys!" Sunset waved. "Got a light? Mama needs to take the edge off." The two boys eyed her doubtfully. Snips said, "Smoking is bad for you." "Yeah," Snails agreed. "I thought you were reformed now." Sunset clenched her fists. "Being reformed is about NOT TURNING THE ENTIRE SCHOOL INTO A BRAINWASHED ARMY OF MAGIC ENSLAVED MANIACS! Or even just not wrecking the decorations for the big dance and making everyone unhappy. But smoking is different. Smoking one or two cigarettes is no big deal." Snails shook his head. "Even if you THINK you're the only one who suffers when you wreck your lungs..." "And maybe give yourself brain cancer," Snips added. "When you hurt yourself, you hurt everyone who cares about you." Sunset practically vibrated with tension. "Oh? When I smoke I hurt everyone who cares about me? Well, what if NO ONE cared about me? What if I TURN TO THE DARK SIDE?!" "Or," Snails said, pulling something like a USB flash drive out of a pocket, "you could just try vaping." He handed it to Sunset. "I know I should try to quit, so...you can have mine." Sunset pulled off the cap, and pressed the button on the tip. She sucked in a cloud of steam. "Aaah. I needed that." "Yeah," Snails said, "We could tell." *** "Your carnival is rigged!" Sunset shouted at the barkers running the ring toss game. "We spent over THREE HUNDRED TICKETS and didn't win even ONE THING! You deserve to be destroyed! Evil magic will rip your booth limb from limb, making you cry and beg for your mommies! Stuffed animals will come to life and peck out your eyes! This time I'm REALLY going to TURN TO THE DARK SIDE--" Flam screamed. "We already tried to give you the parakeet! What more do you want? What do we have to do?" Twilight touched Sunset's shoulder. "Sunny? I think the parakeet is cute. Let's take it and go away." Flim knelt at Twilight's feet, putting his arms around her ankles. "Thank you, miss. Thank you for saving the carnival from becoming an episode of 'Canterlot Unexplained.' I watched the one about the CHS gas leak explosion, and I don't think I could handle being turned into a zombie and blown up." Twilight glared at him, and he ran away. "Thank you!" he screamed. "Take any prizes you want!" *** "Oh, yeah," Twilight said, looking at the latest piece of junk Sunset had dug out of a crate at the back of Twilight's workshop. "That's a mind control raygun." "Really." Sunset snickered. "Hay, I was only eight years old! I saw an episode of Gone-Again's Island where an evil scientist built one from coconuts and palm fronds. I thought that was just something scientists were supposed to do. I didn't know any better! And besides, I'm pretty sure it doesn't work. Right after I built it, I tested it out on Spike, and he didn't obey any of my commands at all." Sunset turned the upgraded watergun over and over in her hands. "Maybe it just doesn't work on dogs. Did Spike even know English back then?" Twilight snorted. "There's no way it could work. Pixie Stix don't have mind control powers." Sunset pointed the gadget at Twilight, and pulled the trigger. "You feel an irresistable urge to kiss me." Twilight's eyes went wide. "Oh no! What a strange feeling! I want to mash my lips against my friend's face and body! Whatever will I do?" Sunset grinned. Twilight stepped closer to Sunset, and pressed her lips against Sunset's neck. "To teach my wicked, evil friend not to mess with mind control devices, I'll give her a really embarrassing hickey." Twilight sucked noisily, dripping slobber down Sunset's neck and onto her blouse collar. Sunset softly sighed, her hands playing in Twilight's hair. After a minute, she gave the watergun to Twilight. "Your turn next." Twilight said, "Let's cuddle on the couch." "I can't help myself!" Sunset scooped Twilight up in her arms, and carried the cute nerd to the couch. Sunset sat down with Twilight in her lap. "It's snuggle time!" "You're strong," Twilight said. She kissed Sunset's forehead. "Also, I didn't pull the trigger. I didn't even point it at you." Sunset shrugged, wrapping her arms tightly around Twilight. "Sorry, I guess it's just super effective." *** Under a pavilion in Canterlot Park, Sunset and Twilight stood facing each other, holding hands. Twilight wore a white dress with a lacy veil, and Sunset wore a tuxedo. "I do," Twilght said. Sunset looked over her shoulder. "What?" Twilight's grip tightened. "What is it?" "I'm not sure I turned off the bathtub faucet." Sunset took a half step backwards, tugging Twilight. "I think I should go check first, before we finish." About a hundred people sitting in several rows of chairs started muttering, exchanging exasperated looks. "You know what?" Twilight said. "What?" Sunset asked. "Also, I should make sure we locked the backyard gate, to keep Spike from running away." "I'm right here, you know," Spike said at their feet. "Did you forget I'm your ringbearer?" "SPIKE is our ringbearer," Sunset told him. "But are you DOG Spike, or the dragon DISGUISED as the dog?" "Who do you think I am?" he growled. "Now stop kidding around, and tell her yes or no. I'd prefer yes, but--" "OH NO!" Twilight said. "IT FINALLY HAPPENED!" "What happened?" Sunset asked. "You turned to the dark side." Twilight released her fiancee's hands, and cupped Sunset's head with a hand on each side. "You really did it, you maniac. You asked me to marry you JUST so you could--" "I do!" Sunset said. "I DO want to marry you. Sorry, I really WAS worried about the faucet. And swapping one Spike for the other is JUST the kind of prank Rainbow Dash would play. You know that." Rainbow Dash looked sideways, away from the wedding ceremony. Beyond the park's boundaries, a low pitched thud reverberated like thunder. "Oh...carp," Sunset said. "It's a kaiju." A purple dragon three stories tall stomped along a Canterlot street. Its voice boomed, "Someone! Please turn me back to normal size! And I'm supposed to be a dog!" "Hey." Rainbow scratched the back of her head with one hand. "Someone told me about a really funny pranking trick, to add a secret ingredient to a magical talking dog's food that turns him into a giant." Twilight rolled her eyes. "I know I'm not married to Rainbow, but can I double divorce her anyway?"

SWikey

551383

Hitch Trailblazer,Mane 5,Sparky Sparkeroni,Zipp Storm,Comedy,My Little Pony: A New Generation,Fetish

Hitch's Hind-End Pitch

Hitch Trailblazer farts in front of everypony

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<p>Hitch offers to run security for a Unity Concert thr Mane 5 are running in Maretime Bay. Unfortunately, He finds himself needing to fart, and Zipp isn't helping.</p><p>Content Warning: Yes, I wrote more Fart Stories in between commissions. This time with Hitch, because I love his butt. If you don't like farts or Fart Jokes, do not read or comment.</p>

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2024-02-12T02:38:38+00:00

2024-02-12T02:38:38+00:00

Sheriff Hitch Trailblazer was currently licking his chops as he looked down at his lunch for the day. He had handcrafted an egg salad sandwich that looked absolutely delectable. "Mmm-mmm. Sheriff, you have outdone yourself on this one." Lunchtime was definitely Hitch's favorite part of the day. It was one of the only times he didn't have any worries and got to enjoy a tasty meal. It also helped that lunchtime was Sparky's favorite part of the day as well. The baby dragon was sitting on Hitch's desk, happily munching on a piece of cake. It used to be a banana, but Sparky's fire breath changed that in an instant Hitch didn't mind; however, his dragon boy was happy and that made him happy. He simply lifted his egg sandwich with both hooves and gave it a deep sniff. This was going to be so tasty. Suddenly, the door burst open with Izzy screaming for joy while Sunny followed behind her in an equally excited sprint. They made such a ruckus when they entered the Sheriff's office, that Hitch couldn’t help but let out a high-pitched squeal. Hitch was so busy panicking that he didn't notice Pipp also fly in. “Hitch! You’ll never guess what we found!” Sunny said as she walked up to the Sheriff's deck. She was unfazed about nearly giving him a heart attack. “Yep! We found an abandoned theater!” Izzy added while she was still bouncing. “And we thought it would be just AMAZING, if we held a unity concert there for all of Pony-kind!” Pipp said in her usually cheery voice. “Uh...yeah” Sunny added nervously. She wasn’t expecting the other mares to chime in on her sentence, but she couldn’t blame them for being excited. “So, we’d like to invite you and Sparky!” “Wait, a concert?” Hitch asked. While the girls were talking, it had given him enough time to recover from their entrance. However, as fun as the concert, Hitch couldn't help but think about the worst case scenario. “But, what if it doesn’t go well?” “Relax, Hitch. Pipp said as she brushed off his concerns. “None of you have to perform. I’ve done concerts like this a million times so I know it’ll be great!” “No, I mean. What about putting so many different races of ponies under the same roof?” Hitch said. He began pacing around his desk as he voiced his concerns. He had also picked up his sandwich at some point and was eating it nervously. This was a bad habit he’d picked up since becoming a Dragon Dad. “We may have brought magic back to Equestria, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t still some ponies out there that hate other races.” “C’mon, Hitch. We’ve held concerts and special events before…” Sunny said, trying to calm her longtime friend down. She knew Hitch had a tendency to get carried away when protecting ponies. Unfortunately it was too late. “Nope! That settles it.” Hitch announced as he posed triumphantly. He even made sure to take a bite of his sandwich for emphasis. “I will be the Gaurdpony for this event!” “Hitch, I don’t think we really need a…” Pipp started to say before Sunny put a hoof on her shoulder to stop her. Regardless of how irrational it was, if Hitch was willing to help with the concert, then they might as well let him. “I mean…that’s a great idea, Hitch.” Thank You, ponies. I won’t let you down!” Hitch said. He was positively beaming. With things settled, the other mares wished Hitch good luck before leaving the Sheriff's office. Hitch couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face. He sat back down to enjoy his lunch, only to realize he’d eaten it all while pitching his concert idea. He was surprised until he looked over at Sparky, who cooe’d at him cutely. Just like that, Hitch was more ready than ever to make sure this was a concert no pony would ever forget. A few hours later, Hitch and Sparky were standing just outside of the new Maretime Bay auditorium. The little baby dragon was strapped to the stallion's chest in a baby carrier, and they both were wearing reflective sunglasses. The orange-creme stallion was all business tonight; standing tall, stoic and not even allowing himself to leave this spot. That made it a little difficult to go to the bathroom but he was confident he'd be able to go now that all the crowd was almost inside. In fact, Hitch hadn’t taken a bathroom break since he was told about the concert. Hw was so busy, he ignored whenever his tummy would gurgle which had become more and more frequent. It was only until Hitch’s tummy jostled again as he watched the last ponies walk inside, that he realized something very important he'd forgotten before the show started. "Oh no! This is not good at all!" Hitch ran around muttering to himself, causing his sunglasses to fall from his face. He then turned and ran straight through the backstage door in a panic. The stress was causing his tummy to rumble more, but Hitch couldn't worry about that right now. "Somepony! Anypony!" "Hey there, Hitch. Where's the fire?" Zipp asked, confused as to why Hitch had stormed into the backstage area. They both ended up standing behind a curtain on the center stage. "Oh, Zipp! Thank Hoofness. Quick, I need someone to take Sparky to the front row so he can see the show!" Hitch announced, puffing out his chest to emphasize the bundle of scales that was still attached to him. "Wait. That's all?" Zip chuckled. Hitch could be just as overdramatic as her sister at times. "Why can't you take him? Or better yet, both of you could just watch the show back here." "We can't do that. This is a momentous occasion and Sparky deserves to experience it in the best way possible." Hitch said as he unstrapped the dragon and set him down. Sparky then got up on Zipp’s back. "And, I need to stay back here in case somepony decides to sabotage the performance.” “Uh-huh…” Zipp took a moment to look Hitch over. He was standing with his back legs close together, his barrel was moving like something was trapped in his tummy, and he looked to be sweating slightly. “ You sure you don’t need to stay back here so you can…blow off some steam?” “Wh-What do you mean?” Hitch asked nervously. “Looking at your body, I’d say…” Zipp said. She could never miss an opportunity to tease the Sheriff. “You gotta let one rip, don’t you?” “Wait! No!” Hitch said, slightly offended. However, he could definitely feel something brewing deep in his gut. “It's okay, Hitch. Everypony farts. Figured you would know that, with this little guy around.” Zipp turned her head toward Sparky, who giggled in response to her comment. “I know, but…” Hitch started to say, but his nerves kept him from saying anything else. “Just let it out, Hitch. You’ll feel better. Trust me.” Zipp said and she began trotting toward Hitch. “I don’t need to.” Hitch said and he started backing up as Zipp tried to get close to him. However, his tummy kept gurgling as they kept talking. “C’mon, Sheriff. I know you can do it.” Zipp said. “Zipp. Please, just let me…” Hitch tried to change the subject but Zipp wouldn’t let it go. “Not until you do it.” Zipp said. ‘But I don’t need to.” Hitch lied again. “Yes you do.” Zipp said. Neither of them noticed that Hitch’s flank had parted the curtain then were still behind, and the whole audience could see his tail end moving toward the microphone. “No I don’t!” Hitch said. “Let it out.” Zipp said. Just then, Hitch’s flank made contact with the microphone. He let out a cartoonish shriek, but that was soon drowned out by the tremendous fart that Hitch ripped at the same time. *BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT* The sound of the fart was caught on the microphone and echoed throughout the building through the speakers, so the entire audience heard what just happened. Not only that, but the fart went on for so long that Hitch lifted a leg subconsciously to help the gas pass. On the other side of the curtain, Hitch’s face wore a look of shock as his wide eyes looked behind him. Zipp merely had a smirk on her face, while Sparky pinched his snout with a claw as he giggled. After an agonizingly long minute the fart finally tapered off. Hitche’s pupils were the only thing that moved on his body as he looked back at Zipp. She closed the distance between them. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell Pipp to get a new mic before she goes out.” Zipp said, before moving her mouth next to Hitch’s ear so she could whisper into it. “That was kinda hot though.” Hitch's face exploded into a blush as he watched Zipp walk away with Sparky. This was definitely a night neither of them would forget.

QuietBeaver

551392

Princess Luna,Rainbow Dash,Rarity,Scootaloo,Sweetie Belle,Drama,Porn,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Sex,Violence

Don't Bet On Sinking Ships

Scootaloo develops a crush on her big sister Rainbow Dash.

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<p>Content Warning: Contains incest, (sort of) foalcon, clop, and <span class="spoiler">cursed knowledge</span></p><p>When a stunt goes wrong and Scootaloo is forced to stay in bed for a week, she's devastated. That is, until her big sister volunteers to be her personal nurse for the whole time. Scootaloo is both elated at getting to spend more time with her idol, while also dreading so much close contact with her crush. As she struggles to come to terms with her feelings, she learns something about herself as well as the town she calls home.</p><p>This is my submission for <a href="/group/198529/incest-is-wincest/thread/531809/hearts-hooves-day-contest" rel="nofollow">Hearts and Hooves day contest</a> organized by <a href="/user/83757/Shakespearicles" rel="nofollow">Shakespearicles</a></p><p>Edit: Let me know if there's any way I an improve my writing style. I'm always looking for improvement. This was my first clop fic I've ever written.</p>

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2024-02-13T06:58:47+00:00

2024-02-13T06:58:46+00:00

The School of Friendship, a melting pot of all creatures of Equis. It had been the site of yet another near miss of an apocalypse when Cozy Glow tried sapping all the magic from the world. The crowning achievement of our sovereign Princess Twilight Sparkle, and the part time work place of an orange pegasus filly along with her closest friends, and big sister. “Hi Rainbow Dash! Need any help teaching class today?” Scootaloo asked with a bit more enthusiasm than she meant to show. The cyan pegasus didn’t seem to notice as she flew around to land in front of her. “Hiya squirt. Sure, come on! I was actually hoping to run into you today, I’ve got something awesome planned today,” said Rainbow, smirking down at Scootaloo. “Get your scooter and meet me at the sports field ASAP!” With that, Rainbow took to the air once again and dashed off, presumably to gather her students at the designated meeting space. By the time Scootaloo retrieved her scooter and made her way to the field, she could see what looked like a series of ramps and obstacles set up specifically for a scooter. Nearby, she could see her idol hovering above various other winged creatures, including a few pegasi. However, other than Rainbow, Scootaloo didn’t recognize any faces. As she got closer, she made eye contact with Rainbow, who was giving her an excited smile. That smile… she’d seen that smile many times before, but lately, Scootaloo couldn't help being mesmerized by it. She lived to see that Luna damned smile. That smile which melted Scootaloo’s heart and made her feel like she could actually fly. That smile, perfectly framing those deep rose pools, perfectly complimenting her cyan fur, covering her perfect athletic body along with her powerful yet downy soft wings. Not to mention her toned flanks that just won’t quit and- holly Celestia snap out of it! Before any pony or creature could notice her mental lapse, Scootaloo made a sharp turn kicking up a cloud of dust as she came to a stop just in front of the students. “Sup,” Scootaloo said as nonchalantly as she could manage. “I heard your professor needed help teaching today's lesson.” Almost every creature looked impressed, if not a little confused by her sudden appearance. “Awesome entrance as always Scoots, and thanks for helping out,” Rainbow beamed at her as she landed and turned to face her students while she tried to put on a more stern face. “Alright so, I hope by now you’ve all noticed something about your fellow students. Every one of you has wings,” she paused to let that sink in before continuing. “You may think that this means your lesson has to do with flying. In a way, that is right. However, for this lesson, you will be prohibited from flying!” At that announcement, all the students went wide eyed. From hippogriffs, dragons, changelings, pegasi, and griffons one of them decided to speak up. “Uh, so what are we doing then Professor Dash?” “I’m glad you asked! You’ll be going through this obstacle course! Now you can still use your wings for propulsion like Scootaloo here does, but you aren’t allowed to fly. Any creature who does will have to start from the beginning. Now before you say it’s impossible, or unfair, I’ll be having my awesome assistant Scootaloo here demonstrate how it’s done.” With that, Rainbow turned towards Scootaloo and nodded. Not needing any further instruction, Scootaloo took off, gathering speed before making her way to the first ramp. She jumped it with ease before following the orange safety cones outlining the track. After a few sharp turns she was coming up on a loop. With an extra burst of speed she cleared it before jumping another ramp. Wanting to show off a little, she did a midair turn before touching down once again. After a few more twists and turns, she noticed the last obstacle, a massive ramp leading to a mid air hoop above a kiddie pool. On the other side was a mirrored ramp right before the finish line. Standing next to said line was Rainbow Dash, occasionally glancing at her stop watch in her hoof. Scootaloo felt a rush of pride. Rainbow Dash thought of Scootaloo as being awesome enough to show off to her class. Not wanting to disappoint the most important pony in her life, Scootaloo put on an extra burst of speed. She narrowed her eyes and pushed her wings to their limits. Hitting the ramp, her senses heightened, her thoughts sped up, and the world around her seemed to slow down momentarily. As she jumped into the air, she caught a glimpse of Rainbow Dash smiling. That damn smile again. She didn’t noticed the top edge of the hoop as she slammed into it. As time seemed to speed up, Dash’s face fell, and so did Scootaloo. Hitting the hoop knocked the air out of her lungs before she fell down to hit her back on the bottom edge of the loop. She heard a small pop before she slid off and fell face first into the pool. She couldn't tell much of what happened after that. She heard Rainbow yelling, then a sudden jerking motion before she blacked out. “Scoots? Scootaloo, can you hear me?” That voice… it sounds like rainbow dash… “Slow your roll now sugar-cube, Nurse Red Heart and Fluttershy got this covered. Just calm down and give ‘em space.” Who’s that? Not Apple Bloom… Applejack? Scootaloo managed to open one of her eyes. Looking around, she saw three familiar ponies and one not so familiar. “Wha…? What happened?” “Scootaloo! Thank Celestia you’re awake! I was so worried!” Rainbow frantically shouted before Applejack bit her tail and forced her back down and away from Scootaloo. “You’re going to be okay Scootaloo. You just got a dislocated wing a few bruised ribs. You’ll need about a week of bed rest. Then you’ll just need to take it easy for about a month before you’ll be fully healed,” said nurse Red Heart. “I would have taken you directly to the hospital but,” she gave an annoyed glance at Rainbow Dash, “miss Dash here insisted on keeping you here, and she is your closest familial relation...” Red Heart sighed as she trailed off and Rainbow gave her trademark smug grin. “Yeah, don’t you worry Scoots. If it was really that bad, they would have taken you in regardless, but I convinced them to let me take care of you.” Then in a more subdued tone, “Don’t get me wrong, it’s gonna hurt, and being stuck in bed for a week is gonna be... kinda lame,” she then viably perked up, “but you’ll have me there the whole time! It’ll be like a week long sleepover!” Dash finished, beaming at her young charge. After a few moments to let the words sink in, Scootaloo brightened at the news. A whole week alone with rainbow dash? This is gonna be the best week ever! “We will be sending word to your aunts and parents, but seeing as they all have shown approval of miss Dash in the past, I’m sure there won’t be any issues. We just need to make sure they know where you’ll be staying,” Red Heart informed her before making her way back to her desk. “I trust you three can handle this matter from here.” About an hour of Rainbow and Twilight signing paper work later, and Scootaloo was gently carried in her big sister’s hooves to Dash’s personal quarters in the Castle of Friendship. All of the elements had their own living spaces in the castle, along with Starlight Glimmer, her filly friend Trixie, and a dozen or so other guest quarters. A lot of the castle has become more of a public space, especially the library, but there are still private quarters blocked off from the public. There weren’t really any guards, but Twilight and Starlight managed to enchant various sections of the castle to ward off unauthorized guests. It wasn’t long before Scootaloo was situated in bed, laying on her stomach to avoid putting pressure on her insured wing. “Anything I can get you squirt? Water, snacks, more pillows, blankets?” Rainbow was trying to act nonchalant, but her little sister could see right through her act. “Rainbow, I don’t blame you for what happened. I got sloppy trying to show off my speed when I should have taken that last jump slower,” said Scootaloo, trying to give a confident smile while hiding her own self deprecation. I got distracted by your beautiful, Luna damned smile, because I’m an idiot! “Still, if there’s anything I can do for you, don’t hesitate to ask. I’m at your beck and call for the week. I’ve got plenty of emergency leave saved up from the Wonderbolts. I just gotta fill out some paper work back at base, but I’ll be right back.” “Well, you should probably go do that. I’m just gonna try to take a nap. But, can you wake me when you get back?” she asked, eyes half lidded from exhaustion. “Sure Scoots, be right back!” With that, the rainbow maned pegasus bolted out of the castle via the balcony outside her room. A week where Rainbow will do anything I want huh? Scootaloo thought to herself with a grin on her face. I could think of a few things she could do for me… or to me. At that, she drifted off to sleep, the adrenaline from the crash having worn off. Scootaloo woke to the sound of Rainbow’s perfect raspy voice. Some ponies said it was grating or annoying, but they didn’t know what they were talking about, she could listen to that voice all day. Speaking of that voice, she was saying something, so Scootaloo tried to use a few more than two brain cells to pay attention. “-oots, hey! You up yet?” Rainbow Dash asked, gently nudging the orange pegasus filly. “It took a bit longer than I thought to get all the paper work done, but now I’m all yours!” Dash beamed down at her groggy little sister. At those last words, Scootaloo’s non injured wing started to unfurl before she forced it back down. Rainbow Dash didn’t seem to notice. “Uh, you got any games we could play?” Scoots asked, slowly looking around her temporary home for the next week. She’d been in here a few times, even had a few sleepovers with Rainbow. The decorations were pretty spartan, other than a few signed wonder bolts posters and trophies, it was otherwise identical to one of the many standard guest rooms at the castle. “Well, Twi has basically every board game you can think of, and a few you probably couldn’t think of courtesy of discord,” Dash rolled her eyes at the mention of the Draconequus before she brightened up again. “We also got the full collection of Daring Do, and some other cool books that Twi showed me recently…” Rainbow trailed off with a mild red glow on her cheeks before quickly recovering her cool persona. “So… what should we do first?” Scootaloo took a moment to think, while trying not to blurt out the first thing that came to mind. “Uh, how about battle clouds?” she finally managed to say while giving her most confident smile she could manage. It came across as more of a grimace, but the important part is that she tried. Rainbow seemingly continued her oblivious streak as she quickly retrieved the aforementioned board game. After a few rounds of Dash winning and Scootaloo zoning out every few seconds, Rainbow finally spoke up. “Hey squirt, what’s up? You’ve been acting kinda weird recently,” Dash said giving the orange filly a worried look. Scootaloo seemed to be snapped out of her daze as her eyes finally focused on the mare in front of her. “Oh, uh… it’s nothing Rainbow Dash, I’m just kinda out of it, ya know, since the accident?” Scootaloo only hoped Rainbow wouldn’t ask any further questions. Under too much scrutiny she was sure her secret would come out. Rainbow Dash looked skeptical but accepted it in the end. She didn’t want to make Scoots uncomfortable, but she wanted to get to the bottom of her sister’s distress. “If you say so squirt. Just know you can always tell me anything. Seriously, if you need help hiding a body, I’m your mare!” Rainbow chuckled and Scootaloo cocked an eyebrow in confusion. “Wait, really? You’d really help me hide a bod-not that I need help with that! I mean, I haven’t done anything illegal, at least that I know of! Heh heh…” she trailed off while looking a bit nervous. Dash just looked into her eyes with the most serious expression Scootaloo had ever seen before saying, “Scootaloo, I’m being one hundred and twenty percent serious right now. I’ve got your back. No. Matter. What. You got that?” Scootaloo was taken aback for a moment before taking in what she just heard. “Wait, so… even if I did something really bad, or maybe thought of doing something bad, you wouldn’t hate me?” she asked. What are you doing Scootaloo? Just stop talking! Scootaloo’s mind was screaming at her. At this point Rainbow quickly put the game away and sat on the bed with Scootaloo. “Scootaloo, I can’t ever hate you. I’m physically incapable of hating you. I love ya squirt!” Scootaloo’s heart fluttered at those words, “You’re the best sister a pony could ask for!” and with that, the butterflies died, violently, in a fire, and a dog pissed on their ashes. Scootaloo managed to hide her disappointment, “thanks Rainbow Dash… I love you too.” Even if Rainbow didn’t know it, Scootaloo felt good confessing her feelings. “Ya think we could go to bed now? I’m pretty tired.” That wasn’t a lie, Scootaloo was physically and emotionally exhausted. “Sure squirt, just lemme get a futon set up and we ca-” “Actually Rainbow… do you think you could sleep in the bed with me?” Scootaloo’s eyes were shut, not wanting to see her hero and crush deny her. “Sure Scoots, that sounds good to me, defiantly more comfortable than the futon.” At that Rainbow tucked herself into the blankets before stretching out one of her wings to gently wrap around Scootaloo. The orange filly momentarily tensed at the contact before melting into the cyan wing. As they both relaxed in the shared embrace sleep soon overtook them both.

QuietBeaver

551392

Princess Luna,Rainbow Dash,Rarity,Scootaloo,Sweetie Belle,Drama,Porn,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Sex,Violence

Don't Bet On Sinking Ships

Scootaloo develops a crush on her big sister Rainbow Dash.

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<p>Content Warning: Contains incest, (sort of) foalcon, clop, and <span class="spoiler">cursed knowledge</span></p><p>When a stunt goes wrong and Scootaloo is forced to stay in bed for a week, she's devastated. That is, until her big sister volunteers to be her personal nurse for the whole time. Scootaloo is both elated at getting to spend more time with her idol, while also dreading so much close contact with her crush. As she struggles to come to terms with her feelings, she learns something about herself as well as the town she calls home.</p><p>This is my submission for <a href="/group/198529/incest-is-wincest/thread/531809/hearts-hooves-day-contest" rel="nofollow">Hearts and Hooves day contest</a> organized by <a href="/user/83757/Shakespearicles" rel="nofollow">Shakespearicles</a></p><p>Edit: Let me know if there's any way I an improve my writing style. I'm always looking for improvement. This was my first clop fic I've ever written.</p>

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2024-02-13T06:58:52+00:00

2024-02-13T06:58:52+00:00

Scootaloo opened her eyes to the sight of her favorite pony in the world, but something was off. Trying to focus more reveled a sight Scootaloo hoped to never see. Rainbow Dash, the coolest pony ever, the most beautiful wonderful mare in Equestria, was sneering down at her with a look of pure disgust and hatred. “Wha-what’s wrong Rainbow Dash?” Scootaloo asked barely above a whisper. “You know what’s wrong Scootaloo.” Rainbow almost never used her full name, and even when she did, she never said it with such contempt. “Will you come clean, or do I need to say it?” Dash’s voice was raising and as Scootaloo was slowly backing away, Rainbow was advancing just as much so no ground was gained. “I-I d-don’t know what you’re talking about!” Scootaloo shouted back, panic rising in her voice as her face contorted in fear. “Stop lying to me!” Dash’s wings shot up as she crouched down in a show of aggression. In mere seconds, Scootaloo was pinned to the floor, Rainbow easily overpowering her. “I loved you! Celestia damn it, you were my sister! But that wasn’t enough for you was it? You sick freak!” Dash’s sneer morphed into a sick grin as she chuckled. “As if I could ever see you as anything but a little filly! But now, you’re not even that! In fact, I never want to see you again! And not that you ever could, but just to make sure you never catch up with where I’m going, I’ll take those useless wings of yours!” “No! Please, no! No no no no no! Please not my wings!” Scootaloo was wailing as tears blurred her vision. But nothing she said mollified the mare above her as she pulled out a hack saw. Just as she was about to make contact, Scootaloo woke up crying and in a cold sweat. In seconds, Rainbow Dash was awake and holding Scootaloo in a gentle, yet firm embrace in her wings and hooves. All six of her limbs were curled around the orange filly as Rainbow attempted to calm her sister. “Shhh, it’s okay Scoots, I got ya. I’m right here, it was just a nightmare. Just let it out,” Rainbow gently cooed as Scootaloo’s tears seeped into her chest fluff. After what felt like hours, Scootaloo finally calmed down enough to talk. “Ra-Rainbow D-Dash… I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. Please don’t hate me… I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be good, please don’t take my wings. Please…” Rainbow’s heart broke at those words and her eyes started stinging at their edges. “Shhh, there there. Nopony is gonna hurt you Scootaloo,” Rainbow promised as she noticed a momentary tension in Scoots before she relaxed again. “Listen to me,” Rainbow said in a gentle yet firm tone, “I would never hurt you Scoots. I would give up my wings in half a heart beat before I would let anypony take yours,” she reassured as she felt Scootaloo calm down a bit. “Now, you wanna tell me about it?” Scootaloo shook her head against Rainbow’s chest. Breathing in Dash’s scent helped calm Scoots down a bit, but she couldn’t tell her about that nightmare. She hated having to lie to the pony she loved the most, but Scootaloo knew that even if Rainbow didn’t hate her, she would defiantly reject her feelings, or even laugh them off. Then everything would be weird between them… it was better to just forget all this. This is gonna be a long week, Scootaloo thought to herself. After she was done crying Scootaloo managed to fall back asleep wrapped in the wings of her big sister. This time she was blessed with a dreamless sleep, only after she woke up did Scootaloo wonder if Luna would intervene if she kept having nightmares. Would she tell Rainbow about her feelings? No, Luna isn’t a snitch. Hmm… could I ask Luna for advice on how to deal with my feelings? I do love Rainbow as a sister, I just also want her to shove her tongue deep insi- Scootaloo cut off her own train of thought out of fear her body would start reacting. Looking around she saw Rainbow still asleep… buck, how is she so perfect just waking up? “Ow!” Scootaloo’s wings involuntarily filled with blood, puffing out her injured wing. This also had the unfortunate side effect of waking up the rainbow maned pegasus sleeping nearby. “Huh? Scoots, you good?” Rainbow asked groggily, still half asleep. “Y-yeah Rainbow Dash, I was just… trying to stretch my wings and it hurt a bit! Yeah, that’s it! Sorry for waking you up,” Scootaloo’s ears fell in shame as she looked away. “Hey, it’s no biggie sis,” Rainbow soothed, now at least seventy five percent awake. “Sis? You’ve never called me that before Rainbow,” Scootaloo questioned. Hearing that word gave her conflicting feelings. On one hoof she felt giddy that Rainbow felt comfortable enough to call her that, but on the other hoof, it meant Rainbow DEFIANTLY saw Scootaloo as a sister, and would think she was weird. “Huh, I haven’t? Well it just felt natural, ya know? To be honest, I’ve always wanted a little sister or brother. Don’t go telling anypony else, but I’ve always been jealous of Twi, AJ, Rares, Pinks, even Flutters… to an extent. Zepher can go sit on a unicorn horn and spin, but at least Flutters has a brother, even if he’s the literal worst!” Rainbow’s wings started shifting in agitation as she finished her tangent. “But enough about all that, I just want you to know how happy I am that you wanted me to be your big sister,” Rainbow said as her cheeks were slightly tinged pink. “I know I’m not always the best big sis out there-” “-Yes you are!” Scootaloo interrupted on instinct. “You’re the coolest, most awesome, loyal, caring, amazing, best big sister ever!” “Heh, thanks squirt, you’re the best little sister ever,” Rainbow replied, a look of adoration etched on her features. “So, what do ya want for breakfast?” At the mention of food, Scootaloo’s stomach gave a loud growl. “Uh, can we have pancakes?” Scootaloo asked with a sheepish grin. After a delicious breakfast in bed (courtesy of Spike) Rainbow gave Scootaloo a flying pony back ride to the library for some reading. While Rainbow had already read every published Daring Do book, Scootaloo was only about half way through the series, and Rainbow was more than happy to read aloud to the orange filly. They were about a dozen pages in when they heard a commotion in the next room. They just looked up from their shared couch when the library doors slammed open just for two familiar fillies and an out of breath purple dragon to run in. “Huh, I’ve heard of ponies chasing a purple dragon but this is ridiculous,” Rainbow murmured almost too quiet for Scootaloo to catch, almost. “Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom? What are you doing here?” Scootaloo asked, almost forgetting where she was and why. “Scootaloo! We’ve been worried sick!” Sweetie Belle screeched out, panic evident on her features. “The last we heard you were heading to the school looking for Rainbow Dash, then you didn’t come to the crusader meeting so we went looking for you-” “-Only for some creature at the school telling us they saw you get hurt doing one o’ your tricks, then Starlight tellin’ us you were staying at the castle, an’ we couldn’t see you ‘til morning!” Apple Bloom finished, almost as flustered as Sweetie Belle. “I tried telling them to wait but, there’s no stopping them. Sorry Scootaloo,” Spike apologized after catching his breath. “In any case, did you want some more time alone, or are you feeling up to having visitors?” Spike asked with a sheepish grin, knowing there wasn’t anything he could do to keep the Cutie Mark Crusaders apart. “It’s okay Spike,” Scootaloo waved him off before addressing her best friends. “Sorry I worried you girls, It’s not too big of a deal though,” she reassured them. “I just gotta stick with bed rest for a week or so and then I’ll have to take it easy for another month or so, but I’ll be fine! Don’t even worry about it!” the orange filly gave a cocky grin, mimicking her big sister’s trademark. “Yeah, trust me, I’ve been through enough crashes to say Scoots here is gonna make a full recovery. Hay she’ll probably get over this quicker than the docs say, she’s just that tough,” boasted Rainbow, gently messing up Scootaloo’s mane, and reminding said filly of her current situation. “Heh, well I don’t know about that Rainbow, I probably shouldn’t push it too much. I mean, not everypony is as awesome as you,” Scootaloo praised her big sister, hoping she could milk every second possible of her time with the Rainbow maned mare. With a grin and a shrug, Dash dismissed her worries as best she could. “So… does this mean you’ll be feeling better by hearts and hooves day?” Sweetie Belle suddenly chimed in, surprising Scootaloo. “I mean, not that I had any plans, or I mean, we usually just spend the day together, but I know Apple Bloom is helping Big Mac with something for Sugar Belle, but I thought we could still spend the day together?” Sweetie Belle’s face was beat red as she was looking anywhere but at Scootaloo. Meanwhile, Scootaloo’s head was off in another castle, thinking up ways her and Rainbow could spend the next week together, and maybe even spend hearts and hooves day together. While on the outside she looked contemplative, the white filly impatiently awaited an answer to a question never heard. “Does that sound like something you’d be up for Scootaloo?” Sweetie prompted, still refusing eye contact, but no longer sporting the same complexion as big mac. “Huh? Yeah sure, sounds good…” Scootaloo answered on reflex before returning to her fantasies that were becoming more lewd by the moment, causing her own face to tinge pink for a moment. “Great!” Sweetie screeched before calming down a bit, “I’ll come by later to check up on you, but I look forward to hearts and hooves Day!” Sweetie exclaimed before bolting from the castle. “Huh, okay… I guess we’ll leave you to it then Scoots. Get better soon ya-hear?” With that, Apple Bloom made her way out, a bit confused at Sweetie Belle’s antics but nonetheless could tell her friend wanted to be alone with her big sister for now. It took a few minutes and some gentle prodding from Rainbow before Scootaloo realized her friends had even left. “Hey squirt, you doing okay?” “Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m good Rainbow! Wanna go back to reading?” Scootaloo asked without missing a beat. “Sure lil sis, can’t blame ya, this is one of the better books in the series,” she said getting situated and making sure the filly in her embrace was comfortable before resuming her reading. So the two spent the rest of the day reading, broken up by meals, stretching breaks for Rainbow and a weather emergency from the Everfree that required a Sonic Rainboom to clear out. “That was amazing Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo squealed at Rainbow as she came in from the room’s balcony, rainbow explosion still visible from behind her fading prismatic contrail. “How are you able to do that so easily anyway?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “I thought you told me doing a Rainboom was super hard.” Rainbow gave her trademark cocky grin saying, “Oh, it’s no biggie, Twi actually helped me figure that out,” Dash explained. Turning her head back and forth as if looking for ease droppers, she leaned down next to Scootaloo to whisper in her ear. “It turns out it’s a part of my special talent.” When her words only left a more confused filly, she tried explaining again in a less conspiratorial manor. “Look, I don’t know all the specifics, but Twi said it has to do with my pegasus magic letting me go faster than any other pegasus whenever I need, but I have to like, clear my mind or something,” Rainbow explained. “By this point, it’s basically second nature to me.” “Wow! So… do you think I could ever do a Sonic Rainboom?” Scootaloo asked, wonder in her eyes. Meanwhile Rainbow Dash’s grin morphed into a grimace. “Huh, I mean, I guess anything’s possible Scoots…” Rainbow trailed off, not even believing her own words, “but hey, no matter what, you’re always gonna be awesome in my book! Who knows, maybe you’ll find a way to do your own version of the Rainboom on that Scooter of yours.” She tried to give her best reassuring smile. “Thanks Rainbow,” Scootaloo mumbled, looking downcast. “I know I might never fly, but… I just wish I could know what you feel up in the sky, being in the middle of that rainbow explosion. I bet it’s amazing,” she finished, a wistful smile on her face. “Yeah, it is pretty great…” Dash’s eyes suddenly widened in realization. “Scoots! I got it! When you recover, I can take you flying!” “Uh, Rainbow? You know I’m not gonna get stronger wings after I recover right? I can’t fly,” Scootaloo announced, dejected. “Nah Scoots, I’ll carry you while I fly, maybe get some kind of harness, or magic spell from Twi to get you to stick to me, but I could totally fly you through a Sonic Rainboom no problem!” Dash boasted, her bravado making a full comeback. “Are you serious? That would be the coolest thing ever Dash! Ohmygosh Ohmygosh Ohmygosh Ohmygosh Ohmygosh Ohmygosh! I love you Rainb-” Scootaloo shouted from her bed before getting a pang from her injured wing. A moment later she realized what she just said. Looking to Dash in a panic, she just saw her with a face of adoration. “Love you too Scoots,” Rainbow said as she gently enveloped the filly in her wing. “Come on, lets calm down and get some sleep. Remember, we can’t go flying until you get better,” She said, expertly climbing in bed to snuggle. Meanwhile, Scootaloo’s heart and mind were at war. She now had a motivation to get better faster, but she also didn’t want to give up any alone time with the pony she loved most. However, her healing body demanded sleep, and so she was overtaken by it. That night, she was not visited by any nightmares, and although she didn’t notice anything amiss, Luna had monitored her sleep for the night, keeping her troubles at bay. “We shall discuss this soon little Scootaloo, but for now, rest. I only hope I can council you properly,” Luna murmured to herself before moving onto another pony’s dreams. “Perhaps I can even assist you in your plight. Faust only knows the troubles I’ve had with my own sister.”

QuietBeaver

551392

Princess Luna,Rainbow Dash,Rarity,Scootaloo,Sweetie Belle,Drama,Porn,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Sex,Violence

Don't Bet On Sinking Ships

Scootaloo develops a crush on her big sister Rainbow Dash.

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<p>Content Warning: Contains incest, (sort of) foalcon, clop, and <span class="spoiler">cursed knowledge</span></p><p>When a stunt goes wrong and Scootaloo is forced to stay in bed for a week, she's devastated. That is, until her big sister volunteers to be her personal nurse for the whole time. Scootaloo is both elated at getting to spend more time with her idol, while also dreading so much close contact with her crush. As she struggles to come to terms with her feelings, she learns something about herself as well as the town she calls home.</p><p>This is my submission for <a href="/group/198529/incest-is-wincest/thread/531809/hearts-hooves-day-contest" rel="nofollow">Hearts and Hooves day contest</a> organized by <a href="/user/83757/Shakespearicles" rel="nofollow">Shakespearicles</a></p><p>Edit: Let me know if there's any way I an improve my writing style. I'm always looking for improvement. This was my first clop fic I've ever written.</p>

mature

2024-02-13T06:58:56+00:00

2024-02-13T06:58:56+00:00

Scootaloo awoke feeling refreshed and content, until she noticed a lack of Rainbow Dash in bed. However, her disappointment was short lived as her big sister flew in from the balcony. “Sup squirt, sleep well?” “Oh, yeah! No nightmares or anything, also where did you just go? Was there another weather emergency?” Scootaloo questioned as she started to sit up in bed. “What? Oh, nah! Just wanted to stretch my wings a bit, do some warm up exercises and stuff,” Rainbow said nonchalantly. “But speaking of wings, I noticed something the last time we changed your bandages. Your wings need preening, bad. So how about after a bath we preen our wings, and then we can grab some breakfast.” All while she had been talking, Dash made her way to the bed and gently undid Scootaloo’s bandages. Her primary feathers allowing her expert dexterity, so her charge only winced twice. “That sounds like a good plan Rainbow,” said Scootaloo trying and failing to not imagine all the things she’d like to get up to in a bath with her sister. Her fantasies were cut off when she realized something, “Rainbow Dash? I don’t actually know how to preen my wings,” Scootaloo admitted bashfully. “My parents tried teaching me, but… I never really got how to do it properly, and it just hurt every time I pulled my feathers.” Hearing this, Rainbow tensed up for a second before relaxing and putting on a caring smile. “Well then, I’ll preen you! I’ve kinda always wanted to teach somepony how to do it. I was gonna show Twi, but apparently alicorn wings are different from pegasus wings, so she just got lessons from Cadence and Celestia,” Rainbow said a bit crestfallen before bouncing back a moment later. “Now I can show my little sis how to do it, which is way better!” “Well, if you’re cool with it, I’d really appreciate any help I can get,” said Scootaloo, eager to learn from the older pegasus. With Scootaloo held carefully in her hooves, Rainbow hovered over to the bathroom. Setting Scootaloo down on the floor, Rainbow started filling the tub, making sure the water was a comfortable temperature. “Heh, ya know, I’ve seen a lot of foal pictures of my friends taking baths with their siblings, but I never really got that. It’s funny the kind of small things you miss out on as an only filly…” Rainbow trailed off looking wistful as she zoned out on the bath. “Well, I’m glad we can have this moment now. Even after I get better… I mean if you want… we could still take baths together, if you’re cool with that! No biggie if that’s not your thing, just wanted to let you know I’m cool with… it?” Scootaloo finished awkward as a turtle. However, Rainbow seemed to brighten at this, perking her ears in excitement. “Really Scoots? That would actually be pretty cool. I mean, I take group baths with my friends at the spa sometimes, but it’s different with you. You’re my sister,” Dash said, a slight blush on her cheeks as she smiled down to the orange filly. With that, Rainbow gently deposited Scootaloo into the now full tub of comfortably hot water. As the two pegasi settled in they both expelled a content sigh as Scootaloo leaned against Rainbow Dash’s belly, who in turn leaned back against the back wall of the tub. “Man, I sure am glad this magic castle came with indoor plumbing. Otherwise I’d have to bring in my own storm clouds just for a bath,” said Rainbow, totally relaxed and content. The pair simply sat there enjoying the peace together before the water cooled down a bit, which prompted Rainbow to actually clean her sister and herself. Everything was going fine, Dash shampooed and conditioned their manes, rinsed off with a nearby bucket dunked over each of their heads. However, seeing her crush with a slicked down wet mane on top of her close proximity finally got the better of Scootaloo. With a quiet *pomf* her wings shot up, splashing Rainbow a little, and causing her to wince in pain. Dash noticed this, but to Scootaloo’s relief, and great pleasure, the wing boner was taken as a cue to start preening. “Heh, I guess we are done with our bath, I appreciate the efficiency squirt,” Rainbow said before leaning down to start gently adjusting orange feathers with her mouth, gently nudging and pulling feathers into place. “Wow, that feels… awesome,” Scootaloo moaned absentmindedly, before realizing her present company. However, despite her personal mortification, Rainbow didn’t miss a single beat. “Yeah, I remember my mom teaching me how to preen, and unlike your folks, she actually preened me my first few times. I don’t mean to talk bad about them,” Dash said in a tone that suggested the opposite. “They just dropped the ball huh? Glad I came in to take you under my wing then, now I’m gonna teach you everything I know.” Rainbow’s words soothed and reassured Scootaloo on a fundamental level. Despite how nervous she could get around Rainbow Dash, in this moment, with Dash gently nuzzling, licking, nipping at her wings, Scootaloo was overwhelmed with a sense of love and security she never felt before. She simply reveled in this soothing warmth for what felt like an eternity, but was over in the blink of an eye. “All done Scoots. Now lets get you dried off and replace your bandages,” Dash chirped up before doing just that. Before she knew what was happening, Scootaloo was back in bed and bandaged. “Alright, now that you’re all done, you feel up to doing me?” “Wait-what?” Scootaloo blurted, not really paying attention. “Uh, I was gonna actually teach you how to preen by using me as an example. You can’t learn just from somepony doing it to you ya know,” Rainbow said, smirking. “Now, pay attention squirt, class is in session for preening one oh one,” she announced with her regular air of confidence. With her little sister’s undivided attention, Dash guided Scootaloo through preening her cyan wings. It took a lot of correction, and Rainbow had to correct Scootaloo’s over eagerness a few times, but in the end, Dash was happy with the result. “Huh, not bad squirt. There’s a couple secondaries that are slightly off, but I’m sure you’ll get it down after a few more lessons,” she beamed with pride before quickly correcting the small errors. Scootaloo basked in the modest praise like she just won a gold medal at the Equestria games. She would have been content to just revel in the attention, but just then her stomach reminded her of biological imperatives. After breakfast, the day just flew by while they spent time reading, watching Rainbow Dash do her daily training regiment, and at one point the two of them, Starlight Glimmer and Spike played a game of Dragon Pit. Overall, Scootaloo figured it was another great day in the care of Rainbow Dash. At this point, falling asleep with her sister in bed had become second nature for the flightless filly. Her dream on the other hand revealed something she had been dreading. As soon as she fell asleep, her dream became lucid and standing before her was Princess Luna, surrounded by a starry void tinged a slight shade of blue. “P-princess! What are you doing here? I wasn’t having a nightmare!” Scootaloo was sure that if this wasn’t a dream, her heart would have literally jumped out of her chest. “Be not afraid young Scootaloo, I have only come to talk,” Luna said in a soothing tone as she folded her hooves beneath her, laying on her stomach. “Know that I am aware of your… desires and I wish to council you on them.” She put on a caring, patient smile to put her friend at ease. It didn’t help much. At hearing Luna’s proclamation, Scootaloo’s mind raced, thinking up worst case scenarios involving prison, banishment, or both at the same time. For a moment Scootaloo wondered if this is how Twilight felt when she brainwashed the town to want that old doll. Once the moment was gone, Scootaloo’s mind wandered to her dream the first night she spent with Rainbow Dash. Seeing the blank dream she was occupying start to morph into a nightmare, Luna reached out with her magic to banish the negative thoughts. “Calm yourself Scootaloo, I am not here to condemn you or out you. Your secret is safe, and nopony is going to hurt you.” This time her words had a viably calming affect on Scootaloo. After taking a minute to calm down, Scootaloo managed to stop hyperventilating long enough to reply. “But, isn’t incest illegal? Aren’t you going to arrest me or something?” Luna had to stifle a laugh before replying. “Scootaloo, first of all, no, incest is not illegal. It hasn’t been since my sister and myself legalized it nation wide among other things. Though, my sister was inspired to do so because young princess Twilight Sparkle did so for the providence of Ponyville first,” Luna said, pondering the events of the previous year. “Wait wait wait… what? Why, how, what?” Scootaloo barely managed to stammer out a series of vague questions. “When was this? Why didn’t anypony tell me? How did Twilight manage that? Why would she do that?” Luna held up her hoof to stop the filly’s questions before answering. “It was some time last year, I imagine it is still seen as a bit of a social taboo so I doubt anypony would volunteer that information to an impressionable filly. As to how, Twilight is the princess of Ponyville. It’s sort of a training program my sister set up for her. She has the final say on laws, and can introduce her own laws to be debated at the city council.” Scootaloo was slowly nodding to show she understood so far. “Wait,” Scootaloo said looking confused, “but why though? You said she passed the law before you did right? Why?” Her mind was awash with emotion. Disgust, curiosity, anger, arousal, and more confusion. “Well, the specifics are a personal secret we are not at liberty to say, but I can tell you there are various ponies who have taken advantage of this law to finally express the full range of their love for their siblings.” Luna covered a giggle with a hoof as she remembered the events of a specific night with her sister and her student, as well as her student’s brother. “Huh… Anypony I know?” Scootaloo asked casually. “Hmm, yes. Quite a few, but I won’t give specifics, as I’m sure even after this revelation, you would not want me to tell others your secret,” Luna said sternly. “But I do also have some advice. I did not come here to simply gossip or inform you of the law of the land. I know about your feelings for your adopted sister Rainbow Dash. I know you love her as a sister, but also wish to take her as a lover.” Scootaloo’s face was turning from orange to bright red, literally. In a dream, her body’s signals were translated into over exaggerated expressions. Her blush was practically radiating, yet she didn’t try to deny any of it. “I wish to put your mind at ease. Just know that if you confess your feelings to your sister, she will not hate you, she will not belittle you, and she will not abandon you. I can say these things with absolute confidence. Although I cannot tell you how I know,” Luna said with an obvious wink. Scootaloo was dumbstruck. What does that mean? Does Rainbow feel the same way? What if the princess is just messing with me? As her thoughts kept spiraling Luna once again took charge and calmed the raging storm that was the orange filly’s mind. “Scootaloo, would it help to know that I know exactly how you feel?” That got Scootaloo’s attention quick, her mind almost immediately halted in it’s self destructive tendencies. “Yes, I too see my sister both as a sibling, and a lover. As of now, this is to remain between us and a select few, but in time we will lead by example to help quell the social taboo and come out to the public.” “This is a lot Princess Luna,” Scootaloo mumbled as she held her head in her hooves. “I appreciate the talk, and I defiantly feel better than I did earlier. I just… need a minute to process this.” “Of course, take your time. Dreams are useful in that time itself is not set in stone. One could drag out a moment as long as one wishes or have an eternity pass in the blink of an eye. Take all the time you need,” Luna said as she shifted the dream to resemble a field of wild grass and a few sparse trees. “I find a calming landscape to be conducive to processing complex thoughts.” Scootaloo barely noticed as she sorted out everything she had been told. The rulers of the nation are incestuous lovers, there’s apparently enough ponies with an incest fetish to warrant legalizing it, and apparently Rainbow Dash is either one of those ponies or is just okay with it. Her thoughts went on repeat a few times before she finally looked up. “So what should I do now?” Luna was slightly taken aback, she wasn’t really expecting such a direct question, at least not so quickly. However she was still prepared for this question. “Do what your heart tells you. Perhaps plan something around hearts and hooves day. I know my sister and I have made our own plans for celebrating that day,” Luna said with a sly grin. “Also, keep your eyes open. You might just spot some siblings spending the day together, if you can peel your eyes off those well toned flanks.” Scootaloo did a double take before talking back. “Hey! Have you been checking out Rainbow Dash? Back off, she’s my sister!” Scootaloo spit out with rising vitriol in her tone. “Then claim her, or are you a chicken?” Luna replied with a shit eating grin. With that, she dramatically exited the dream, causing Scootaloo to wake up panting and a little angry that the princess got the last word in. “I’m not a chicken,” Scootaloo grumbled under her breath. Turning to her side she saw something she wished she could see every morning. Rainbow Dash sleeping peacefully next to her.

QuietBeaver

551392

Princess Luna,Rainbow Dash,Rarity,Scootaloo,Sweetie Belle,Drama,Porn,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Sex,Violence

Don't Bet On Sinking Ships

Scootaloo develops a crush on her big sister Rainbow Dash.

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<p>Content Warning: Contains incest, (sort of) foalcon, clop, and <span class="spoiler">cursed knowledge</span></p><p>When a stunt goes wrong and Scootaloo is forced to stay in bed for a week, she's devastated. That is, until her big sister volunteers to be her personal nurse for the whole time. Scootaloo is both elated at getting to spend more time with her idol, while also dreading so much close contact with her crush. As she struggles to come to terms with her feelings, she learns something about herself as well as the town she calls home.</p><p>This is my submission for <a href="/group/198529/incest-is-wincest/thread/531809/hearts-hooves-day-contest" rel="nofollow">Hearts and Hooves day contest</a> organized by <a href="/user/83757/Shakespearicles" rel="nofollow">Shakespearicles</a></p><p>Edit: Let me know if there's any way I an improve my writing style. I'm always looking for improvement. This was my first clop fic I've ever written.</p>

mature

2024-02-13T06:59:01+00:00

2024-02-13T06:59:01+00:00

The following days zipped by all too fast for Scootaloo’s liking. All the while, Luna’s words kept ringing in her head. Before she knew it, a week had passed, and nurse Red Heart was removing her bandages. “Now remember, you’re not back at one hundred percent yet, so take it easy. Use your wings as little as possible, and defiantly don’t try any crazy stunts for at least a month. I would try to tell you to never try anything stupid again, but if you’re anything like your big sister, I’ll be seeing you at least once a quarter.” “Thanks doc, I’ll be sure to keep an eye on her,” Dash said, winking down at Scootaloo, not even trying to hide her contempt for the medical industry. With an eye roll, nurse Red Heart made her way out of the Castle of Friendship. “So, what’s first on the agenda squirt?” Rainbow asked hovering in front of the orange filly. “Huh? What do you mean? Don’t you have to go back to the Wonderbolts headquarters?” Scootaloo asked, a tinge of disappointment clear in her voice. “Nah,” Rainbow dismissed the issue with a wave of her hoof, “I still got two more days of vacation scheduled.” “What? But I thought you only asked for a week off,” Scootaloo said, starting to get her hopes up. “I need to make sure you’re actually okay on your own Scoots, plus I won’t turn down any excuse I can get to spend time with you,” Rainbow explained, her ever present grin shining down on Scootaloo. After about ten seconds of contemplation, Scootaloo’s brain put all the pieces together. Rainbow Dash still has two more days off, today is hearts and hooves day. She knows this, she wants to spend time with me, Luna told me to claim her. Could it really be that easy? “Yes!” Scootaloo shouted out of nowhere, temporarily surprising Rainbow Dash who flew up a few feet before she recovered, floating back down. “Uh… what?” Rainbow deadpanned. “Oh, uh…” Scootaloo trailed off before gathering her courage again. After swallowing the rest of her fear, she looked Rainbow Dash in the eye. “Rainbowdashwillyoubemyspecialsomponythisheartsandhoovesday!” She blurted out before shoving her hoof in her mouth. Celestia’s fucking teats I actually just said that out loud! Scootaloo was about to have a mental breakdown, time slowed to a halt. She swore she could count the milliseconds before Rainbow Dash finally answered an eternity later. “Sure, Scoots, I’d love to be your special somepony,” Rainbow replied, her grin growing into a full on smile. “I’msosorrypleasedon’thateme!” Scootaloo burst out on instinct before her brain actually processed the words said to her. “Wait… what?” Scootaloo asked, dumbfounded that actually worked. Well I guess its a good thing Luna isn’t as into pranks as her bis sister. Scootaloo thought before her mind processed the full implications of what Dash just told her. “Scoots, I told you already, I could never hate you. I love you like a sister, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t also attracted to you,” Rainbow admitted, blushing a bit. “Wait, you feel the same way as me? How long?” Scootaloo asked, a bit incredulous. “Uh, since around the time you started working as a tutor around the school I guess,” Rainbow said sheepishly, rubbing a hoof through her mane. “I guess it was around then that I started seeing you as a mare, and not just as my little filly sister.” “Why didn’t you say something sooner? I’ve had a crush on you ever since you saved me from the dropouts!” Scootaloo demanded before realizing what she was saying. Her anger and frustration melted away and her ears drooped back against her head. “Heh, well I kinda got some signals from you, but I didn’t want to risk accidentally pressuring you to be my special somepony. I know you’d basically do almost anything I asked you so I wanted to make extra sure I wasn’t reading into anything.” It was Rainbow’s turn to deflate a little, her ears plastered to her head in shame. “Huh, I guess that make sense. Thanks for that by the way, really. It shows you really do care about me. It’s pretty awesome,” Scootaloo perked up a bit. The realization that her crush likes her back giving her untold amounts of courage. “So, does this mean today is our first date?” Now Rainbow perked up now, “Buck yeah!” Rainbow shouted as she flew three loops in mid air. “Heh, I guess I don’t need to worry about censoring my language around you now, huh Scootaloo?” “Buck no you don’t!” Scootaloo shot back, ecstatic to break another barrier with her sister. “Wait… is it okay for us to do this? I mean like, publicly be doing this? I know we aren’t blood related, but everypony in town knows we’re sisters,” Scootaloo shrank back again. “Nah, nopony will bat an eye. At least a third of the town is some flavor of incest Scoots. Heck, the apples are practically pure bloods at this point. Like, I know Big Mac and Sugar Belle are a thing, but you better believe Apple Jack is gonna have a baby bump to match Sugar Belle if they ever tie the knot. Sister wives, am I right?” Rainbow’s rant left Scootaloo speechless for a minute before she sat back on her haunches dumbfounded for the second time in the past ten minutes. “Wow… this feels like, cursed or… forbidden knowledge. Wait, what did you mean... ‘pure blood’?” Scootaloo asked, apprehension clear in her voice. “Oh, well like, for most ponies if they have incest babies, they usually come out with some birth defects for like, five or so generations, depending on some science stuff…” Rainbow trailed off, trying to find her point again. “Oh! Yeah, so get this, if you get past those first half dozen generations or so, you breed out all the birth defects, so you can make as many incest babies as you want!” Rainbow proclaimed, visibly excited at this prospect. “How do you know all this?!?” Scootaloo demanded, her mind not knowing how much more blowing it could take. “Oh, Twi told me after she looked into the apple family tree. Pinkie only saw the connection to her family, but Twilight actually looked closer. Turns out the Apple family tree looks just like a Cat’s Cradle. It’s pretty cool actually.” Rainbow Dash noticed Scootaloo still sitting, jaw on the floor. That’s when she got a brilliant Idea. Rainbow landed in front of Scootaloo, still in shock. She wrapped the orange filly in her right wing before using her left one to tilt her head up slightly. Before Scootaloo could react, Rainbow had her lops against hers. When Rainbow probed her tongue inside Scootaloo’s gaping maw, her tongue reacted on instinct, and their mouth wrestling match began. After a second, Scootaloo’s eyes closed, after two seconds, she started actively enjoying the Prench kiss. After ten seconds, Rainbow pulled away, leaving Scootaloo wanting more before she opened her eyes again. “Wow,” they both breathed out simultaneously. “Okay, so let me just get this straight…” Scootaloo trailed off getting her thoughts in order. “The apples have been having incest babies for a minimum of six generations, a third of the town is also practicing incest, and you’re some kind of incest expert, and you wanna be my filly friend, did I miss anything?” “Hmm, well I actually saw that family tree and it’s more like twenty generations, but other than that, yup. Everything checks out. So… we good?” Rainbow asked, a bit eager to get past all this. “Yeah, I think we’re good… but can we talk more later? I still have some questions but they can wait,” Scootaloo said, also eager to get out of the castle to start their date. “Awesome!” With that, Rainbow scooped up her new filly friend in her hooves and flew out of the castle, heading for a nearby cloud to settle on. Setting Scootaloo down, the young mare gave rainbow a Questioning look. “Why did you take me to a cloud? I mean, I’m not complaining, but I kinda figured we’d get brunch or something fancy like that?” Scootaloo asked, wondering what the cyan pegasus was up to. “Oh yeah, we can get some food soon, I just wanted to show you my plan first,” said Dash, pointing down to Ponyville. “Even if you didn’t ask me out, I was gonna suggest we start off the day at the hay burger joint before we go on a trot around town, nothing too straining, but also get our blood pumping a bit.” Scootaloo nodded along, showing she was paying attention. “Then I thought I could fly you around a bit, maybe show off my skills at cloud sculpting, and end the day with an extended tour of my cloud house,” Rainbow’s voice took on a slight breathy tone at that last bit. “That sounds like the perfect date ever!” Scootaloo shouted, antsy to get started. “Well then, hop on, we got some hay burgers with our names on them!” Rainbow answered before Scootaloo hopped on her back, holding her hooves around her neck. Rainbow and Scootaloo had slightly better table manners than the princess of friendship. Mostly because they tended to inhale their food instead of wasting bits getting everywhere. All in all, the two pegasi were having a great start to the day, until they were interrupted by a shrill, but familiar voice. “Scootaloo!” Sweetie Belle squeaked as she galloped up to her query. “I was looking all over for you! Spike said you weren’t at the castle but you also weren’t at your aunt’s place, but Apple Bloom said she saw you here so I came running!” Sweetie managed to blurt all that out before collapsing from exhaustion. “Uh, hey Sweetie Belle, why were you looking for me? Some kind of crusader emergency?” Scootaloo suggested, totally confused about her friend’s behavior. “What?” Sweetie shrieked “You said we could spend the day together!” she demanded, stomping a hoof. “When did I say that?” Scootaloo looked completely lost tilting her head almost ninety degrees. “Last week, don’t you remember? Me and Apple Bloom came by to see you, you were reading in the library, ring any bells?” Sweetie questioned, sounding more frantic every second. “Oh yeah I remember now! Sorry Sweetie, but I kinda have a date today, so I can’t really spend the day stag with you like you wanted,” Scootaloo apologized, scratching the back of her head. “What?!? I didn’t want to go stag with you! I was asking you out on a date!” Sweetie yelled, indignation radiating from her being. “Who do you even have a date with? Is Rainbow chaperoning? That’s kinda lame,” she spat, just trying to get under her former crush’s fur. “Uh…” Scootaloo’s eyes glazed over before her date came into the rescue. “Actually Sweetie, I’m her date. Also, I get that you’re upset, but that’s no reason to try to hurt Scoots like that,” Rainbow defended her little sister. “Oh come on! You too?!? Is everypony in this town a sister bucker?!?” Sweetie’s voice managed to crack some nearby glass. “Ya know what? Buck this horse-apples!” With that, Sweetie galloped off towards the Carousel Boutique. Scootaloo slumped down to her haunches at the sight of one of her closest friends running off in anger. “What just happened?” Scootaloo asked nopony in particular. She couldn’t fathom Sweetie Belle having feelings for her. They were just friends, were they gonna be okay? Scootaloo’s thoughts were interrupted by cyan lips on her cheek. “Huh?” was all Scootaloo could manage as she was once again shocked out of her rumination. “Hehe, I guess it really is that easy to snap you out of it,” Rainbow chuckled at the orange filly’s flustered behavior. “Hey Scoots, listen. It’ll be okay, Sweetie Belle might be angry for a bit, but you guys are way too close for something like this to end your friendship,” Rainbow reassured her sister. “I guess you’re right, thanks Rainbow,” Scootaloo replied, managing a small smile. “Come on Scootaloo, we still have a whole day of fun together. This is still our first date,” Rainbow said, mollifying her filly friend with a gentle nuzzle and a wing hug. Scootaloo, having been properly cheered up got back on her hooves and continued to walk along side Rainbow Dash. Sweetie Belle barged into her sister’s shop, ignoring said sister’s shocked face and mild scolding. Instead Sweetie opted to run up stairs to her room where she promptly burrowed into her blankets and pillows. Once properly secured in satisfactory seclusion, Sweetie sobbed and screamed her lungs out, not noticing her sister making her way over to her sanctuary. “Sweetie, darling, whatever is the matter?” Rarity asked as gently as possible. She had an idea of what happened, but making assumptions about somepony’s love life was uncouth, especially one’s own sister. Sweetie either didn’t hear or didn’t care. Rarity simply sat by her sister’s bed and listened. After a moment of thought, Rarity cast a sound dampening spell on the room to protect her sister’s privacy. Although she had closed the shop before coming up stairs, her friends had a bad habit of bursting in regardless. Taking an extra precaution, she locked the bedroom door before returning her undivided attention to the pony she care most for. It took about an hour of back rubs and soft cooing on Rarity's part, but Sweetie Belle finally calmed down enough to talk. “I-it’s n-not fair Rarity!” Sweetie finally managed to shout out from under her pillows. “Why do both of my friend’s have to be sibling buckers?” Rarity was taken aback by the vulgarity, but not the revelation. She knew about the apple clan, and how Rainbow had developed feelings for her adopted sister, but I suppose this means Scootaloo returned those feelings. “There there Sweetie, it’ll be okay,” Rarity soothed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. “I gave her my heart, and she just turned around,” Sweetie complained. “The secrets that you shared, the moments that you shared,” Rarity nodded along. “We went streaking in the park, skinny dipping after dark!” Sweetie confessed. “I know she always wanted her own sister, then one showed up in her life.” “You gave her your heart and she just turned around,” Rarity continued to soothe her sister. “I had so many romantic pony dreams, now they’ll never come to be!” Sweetie squeaked. “Take it from me, I know you’ll come around,” Rarity encouraged her. “Though apparently the law doesn’t forbid it… they may be kismet,” Sweetie admitted. “Plus, since they’re not related, it’ll be okay,” Rarity finished, stroking her sister’s head. “Wait, but they’re both mares, what are you talking about rarity?” Sweetie asked, totally forgetting about her tantrum just a moment ago. She decided to sit up to look her sister in the eyes. “Well, there’s spells for that these day you know. So even if they decided to have kids, they won’t get any of the early generation issues with birth defects,” Rarity explained. “Wait, what do you mean early generation birth defects?” Sweetie asked, apprehensively. “Oh, nothing. Just something Twilight told me once, you’d have to ask her about it,” Rarity deflected, not wanting to burden her little sister with cursed forbidden knowledge. “So… what should I do?” Sweetie finally asked after an uncomfortable silence. “You know, about Scootaloo…” Rarity thought long and hard about how to answer that. “Well, if it were me, I wouldn’t want something like this to ruin a friendship. I couldn’t imagine loosing any of my friends , even if they were to reject my advances or vice versa. Give it time Sweetie. I know it’s hard, but I’ll be there with you every step of the way,” she reassured her sister. “Rarity? Can you… hold me?” Sweetie Belle asked, blushing at her own words and refusing to make eye contact. Rarity smiled. “Of course Sweetie, move over a bit and I’ll join you in your pillow nest.” Sweetie Belle did as she was told, while Rarity gently made her way behind her sister and wrapped her front and rear hooves around the white filly. “Is this okay?” Rarity whispered in Sweetie’s ear, her warm breath tickling her fur. “Y-yeah, that’s g-great,” Sweetie stammered. Rarity noticed, and devised a plan to help her sister get over her crush. Deciding to take action, Rarity gently nibbled her sister’s ear. “R-Rarity? What are you doing?” “Hmm? Whatever do you mean darling?” Rarity played dumb, while speaking in a low breathy tone. She started taking things up a notch, gently caressing her sister’s cutie mark with her curly indigo tail. Under her expert ministrations, Sweetie Belle couldn’t help but let out a muffled moan. “Rarity,” Sweetie gasped, “don’t play dumb…. Hmm!” Rarity had just barely grazed Sweetie’s dock with one of her hind legs. This caused rarity to pause, but she still held her sister in a gentle yet firm embrace. “Would you like me to stop?” Rarity breathed, barely audible, yet her words were clear as day to her intended target. “Tell me to stop and I will.” Sweetie remained silent. Rarity continued groping her sister. Her hooves slowly, gradually, but steadily increased their boldness. Soon she was grazing her sister’s lower lips with her rear hoof while her front hooves sensually caressed Sweetie Belle’s barrel. All the while she kept up her nibbling on her ears , seeking out the perfect spot to rank her sister’s motor. To Rarity’s astonishment, her sister seemed to have the exact same erogenous zone on her ears as she did. “Mmm! Rarity… please,” Sweetie gasped out. “Please what Sweetie?” Rarity responded, having fun teasing her sister. “Please… sis… keep going, hmm!” Sweetie managed to get out before Rarity finally obliged. As she licked Sweetie’s horn, she trailed one of her front hooves down her body, until it reached a now sopping wet marehood. Applying slight pressure, Rarity managed to coax out several more moans from her sister. “Buck me!” Sweetie finally yelled. Rarity was only happy to comply. positioning both of them on the bed, Rarity laid Sweetie on her back while she stood on top facing her tail. After licking her lips in a most unladylike fashion, Rarity finally dug into the honey pot of her sister’s virgin pussy. “Buck! Rarity, yes! Yes!” Sweetie screamed at the top of her lungs. Rarity was elated to hear her sister get into it. Her happiness doubled when she felt a tongue on her own wet marehood. “Ooh! Yes Sweetie! Just like that!” Rarity was impressed by how well her sister was doing. While her technique was sloppy, she made up for it in enthusiasm. In retaliation, Rarity took it up a notch, shoving her tongue into her sister’s mare hole as deep into as it could go. She could feel the vaginal walls squeezing her tongue as if it was a cock. Pulling out, Rarity noticed her sister’s winking clit. As soon as it winked out again, she clamped her muzzle down on it causing Sweetie Belle to cry out in pleasure as she came. Rarity might not have joined her, but that was okay. This was about cheering up her sister. She was just happy Sweetie wasn’t a squinter. Less mess to clean up. Turning around, Rarity settled back into spooning her sister as she panted heavily, still in the afterglow of orgasm. Just then, she had another idea that could either make things better, or much worse. Taking a gamble, Rarity went for broke. She used a front hoof to gently guide Sweetie’s head to face her own. Slowly, deliberately, Rarity brought their muzzles together in a tender kiss. Not a chaste kiss of sisters, but a kiss of a lover. After a few tense seconds, she broke away, looking into her sister’s eyes. “I love you Sweetie Belle. Weather as a sister, a lover, or both. I’ll always be here for you.” Sweetie closed her eyes before answering. “I love you too Rarity… I guess this means I’m a sister bucker now too huh?” Sweetie asked, a hint of spite in her tone. “I should apologize to Scootaloo, I said some things I really wish I hadn’t,” Sweetie confessed as she cringed at her past behavior. “Shush now, there will be time for all that later. For now, just try to relax and enjoy this moment. I’m sure she’ll forgive you, you’re practically family at this point,” Rarity pointed out. “Heh, do you think that might actually help my chances with her?” Sweetie joked. Rarity giggled and snorted. Soon they were both busting up laughing. Together, they fell asleep in each other’s embrace. After they woke up from their nap they spent the rest of the day together. Sweetie helped Rarity on some new projects their recent activities inspired, and Rarity gave her sister some pointers on oral sex. This lead to a practical demonstration which lead to Rarity claiming her missed orgasm from earlier. As one pair of sisters made the best of the day, another sister pair was finishing up their first date.

QuietBeaver

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Princess Luna,Rainbow Dash,Rarity,Scootaloo,Sweetie Belle,Drama,Porn,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Sex,Violence

Don't Bet On Sinking Ships

Scootaloo develops a crush on her big sister Rainbow Dash.

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<p>Content Warning: Contains incest, (sort of) foalcon, clop, and <span class="spoiler">cursed knowledge</span></p><p>When a stunt goes wrong and Scootaloo is forced to stay in bed for a week, she's devastated. That is, until her big sister volunteers to be her personal nurse for the whole time. Scootaloo is both elated at getting to spend more time with her idol, while also dreading so much close contact with her crush. As she struggles to come to terms with her feelings, she learns something about herself as well as the town she calls home.</p><p>This is my submission for <a href="/group/198529/incest-is-wincest/thread/531809/hearts-hooves-day-contest" rel="nofollow">Hearts and Hooves day contest</a> organized by <a href="/user/83757/Shakespearicles" rel="nofollow">Shakespearicles</a></p><p>Edit: Let me know if there's any way I an improve my writing style. I'm always looking for improvement. This was my first clop fic I've ever written.</p>

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2024-02-13T06:59:05+00:00

2024-02-17T05:16:36+00:00

“This was the best day ever Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo announced riding on the cyan pegasus’ back. “Day’s not over yet Scoots, or did you forget about the extended cloud house tour?” Rainbow asked, wiggling her eye brows. This caused the orange filly’s wings to shoot up in excitement, and a blush to form on her cheeks. Rainbow just gave a knowing smirk before pumping her wings harder, rushing to her home in the sky. Flying in from a window, Rainbow Dash sat on her haunches letting Scootaloo down. “Here’s the living room,” she said, pointing out features with her wings. “Couch, kitchen is over there, Tank’s bed and food bowl, trophies on top of the book shelf. Time for the upstairs tour,” Rainbow claimed before trotting over to the stairs in the entry way. Scootaloo eagerly followed her like an excited puppy. Going up first, Rainbow made sure to flag her tail in clear view of Scootaloo. The orange pegasus was so mesmerized by the site she didn’t notice when she reached the top, causing her to try climbing further, only to slip and fall a little as her hoof went through thin air where it was expecting a cloud step. “Heh, careful Scoots,” Rainbow warned, while wearing a shit eating grin. Scootaloo didn’t even mind the small prank. She was just enjoying the view. “Now, just up ahead is the bedroom.” If Rainbow was trying to be subtle, she was failing miserably. As they both entered the final room of the tour, Rainbow dashed up to her bed and struck a sexy pose as she laid on it. Scootaloo couldn't believe she was about to have sex with the pony of her dreams. She walked forward slowly, taking it all in. “Rainbow noticed Scootaloo’s seeming hesitation. Her grin faltered before she spoke. “Hey, Scoots? Ya know we don’t have to have sex if ya don’t wanna do anything right?” Her face was full of concern for her little sister. “I would never pressure you into anything you don’t want.” Snapped out of her reverie, Scootaloo responded. “Rainbow, you have no idea how much I want this. I was just enjoying the view,” she reassured her filly friend. “So let’s do this!” Scootaloo demanded before jumping up on the bed next to Dash. Looking into each others eyes, both pegasi slowly closed the distance between their muzzles. Closing their eyes, they locked lips as they began their tongue war. As their kissing intensified, their hooves began to wander. Rainbow used her wings to softly caress the orange filly’s own wings while her hooves wandered south. Scootaloo only knew a few basics of how sex worked, but she did enough self experimenting to know what felt good. As Rainbow played with her wings, she felt the need to stay focused. She didn’t want to be the only one to feel pleasure. Her front hooves steadily made their way to Rainbow Dash’s leaking marehood. Feeling how wet she was got Scootaloo even more excited. Knowing she was having this affect on her lover. Rainbow broke the kiss as she let out a startled gasp. Feeling Scootaloo’s hoof down south was a welcomed sensation. Scootaloo used this opportunity to jump the larger pegasus, knocking her back on the bed. “Hehe, I guess you weren’t kidding, you really do want this huh?” Rainbow asked, already knowing the answer. “More than you know,” Scootaloo shot back, a mixture of lust and primal hunger in her eyes. Turning about face, Scootaloo faced her prize. Savoring the view of those perfect cyan lips above a tight ponut and cyan dock that gives way to that rainbow tail. Diving right in, Scootaloo gave Rainbow’s marehood a long lick, committing the flavor of her juices to memory. Just as she heard a moan from behind her, she felt a familiar tongue whip across her own orange folds. “Holy buck Rainbow! Don’t stop!” Scootaloo demanded, before returning her attention to where it’s needed most. “Yes squirt! Buck yes!” Rainbow cried out as she increased the speed of her tongue work. All the while she used her wings to grope the filly standing on top of her. “I’m gonna make you live up to your nickname!” Rainbow declared before getting an idea. She used her wings to spread Scootaloo’s lips before she shoved her muzzle as deep inside as it could go. “Mmm! Rainbow!” Scootaloo moaned into the cyan pussy. Her mind was going crazy, she was barely able to concentrate on eating out her big sister. She could feel a knot of tension building up in her abdomen. “Dash… I’m close!” Scootaloo gasped out. “Same here Scoots,” Rainbow panted. “Just a bit more,” she moaned, desperate for release. Just then, they winked out simultaneously, each having the same idea. The two pegasi sucked on each other’s clits at the same time, causing them to cum at the same time, squirting buckets of mare cum into each other’s faces. Ten seconds later Scootaloo collapsed, her muscles unwilling to support her anymore. Rainbow managed to muster a modicum of motivation and movement to turn Scootaloo around. “I told you I’d make you squirt,” Rainbow mumbled, eyes closed in contentment. “You did too ya know,” Scootaloo mumbled back, smiling as her big sister and lover wrapped her in a cocoon of cyan feathers. The two fell asleep like that, knowing they had the rest of their lives to be together, and Scootaloo finally having the confidence to face the world, knowing she had the blessing of her favorite princess. That night, Scootaloo was once again visited by the princess of the night. “I see you finally took my advice fair Scootaloo. I take it you were not disappointed?” Luna asked, knowing the answer already. “Buck yeah! It was the best day of my life!” Scootaloo shouted back. “Although…” She trailed off, looking guilty. “Yes? What is the matter?” Luna questioned, worried there were issues she didn’t account for. “I think Sweetie Belle hates me…” Scootaloo sighed. “Apparently she had a crush on me, and wanted to spend hearts and hooves day with me. When she found out I was on a date with Rainbow, she kinda freaked out.” “Young Scootaloo, fret not. I cannot tell you the details, but just know Sweetie Belle does not hate you. What she said, she regrets deeply, and will not harass you any further,” Luna declared with absolute confidence. This gave Scootaloo some hope, but she wouldn’t really believe it until she saw it. “So… did you just want a progress update, or what?” Scootaloo asked, tilting her head at the younger half of the diarchy. “Actually, I was wondering if you would be interested in sharing a dream with your new lover tonight,” Luna explained, a knowing smirk on her face. “That would be awesome!” Scootaloo shouted, vibrating at the idea of sharing a dream with her filly friend. “That’s what I thought you’d say squirt,” said a familiar scratchy voice. Scootaloo turned around just to be face to face with Rainbow Dash. “Ready for round two?” Rainbow asked, her grin betraying the fact she already knew the answer. “Buck yeah!” was all Scootaloo needed to say before she was tackled by her rainbow maned lover. Ignoring Luna who was still standing in clear view, they got right into the thick of sixty-nine-ing each other with Rainbow on top this time. Meanwhile Luna simply enjoyed the little show before feeling the tug of another dream in need of assistance. A princess’s work is never done, Luna thought to herself before leaving the dream. The next day the pair of pegasi made their way into town at Scootaloo's insistence. "I want to nip this in the bud as soon as I can, sis," said the orange filly. Her cyan lover shivered in pleasure at the nickname as they both glided to the ground. Her wings might not grant her flight, but they could at least do this much. "Where do ya think she is squirt?" Rainbow asked, emphasizing her sister's own nickname. Learning she was also a squinter just made the whole situation absolutely perfect. "Let's check the club house first, then the boutique. If we still can't find her, I guess we'll have to ask around," Scootaloo replied, focused on getting as far as she could on her own wing power. After confirming the club house was vacant, Rainbow Dash just flew them both to Rarity's business and home. Being they were both good friends with the ponies who lived in the building, they just let themselves in without knocking. "Rarity! Sweetie Belle! You in here?" Rainbow called out without a response. "I bet they're sleeping in. Wanna come back later?" Just then they heard a door creek open upstairs. "Rainbow Dash? Is that you darling?" Came the melodious voice of Rarity. "I shan't keep you waiting long. Make yourself at home and I'll be right down." "Told ya," Rainbow smirked down at her sister. In what turned out to be record time for Rarity, thirty minutes later the alabaster unicorn made her way downstairs wearing her monogrammed robe. "Oh, Scootaloo! What a pleasant surprise, what brings you to my boutique darlings?" Rarity usually prided herself on her skills of hiding her emotions, but she couldn't hide the slight sting in her voice after seeing Scootaloo. The pegasus sisters shared a knowing look before Scootaloo spoke up. "I wanted to check on Sweetie Belle. I know I hurt her feelings when I didn't take them seriously... I might not be able to return her feelings, but I could have handled the whole situation better." Her eyes darted down to the floor in shame as she rubbed her front hooves against each other. Rarity visibly softened up at that. "Well, I'm sure she would be fine with seeing you. I shall fetch her momentarily, wait right there." A moment later, Sweetie Belle made her way down the stairs, avoiding looking at the orange pegasus filly. Her face was almost completely red from her embarrassment, but Scootaloo took it as a sign she was enraged. "Sweet-" "Scoot-" they said simultaneously as soon as Sweetie Belle reached the ground floor. "You go first," Scootaloo insisted. "Are you sure?" Sweetie asked, "you can go first if you want." "Okay, if you're okay with it..." Scootaloo mumbled before psyching herself up. "Sweetie Belle, I'm sorry I didn't knowledge your feelings properly and led you on for so long." "What? No, Scoots, I'm sorry for all those horrible things I called you, especially calling you... a, sister bucker," Sweetie mumbled the last part. "Huh, well it's all water under the bridge to me. I'm still sorry I didn't take you seriously," Scootaloo apologized again. "Well..." Sweetie began, thinking of the best way to handle her confession. "I can't really blame you. After talking with Rarity, she helped me understand where you're coming from... she even helped me get over my crush on you. "Sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear that last bit," Scootaloo asked, now more confused than concerned for her friend. "I said... Rarity, helped me... get over my crush on you," Sweetie finally managed to get out. "Huh? Well that's good. But what's the big deal?" Scootaloo questioned, head tilted in confusion. "Well... let's just say... you can now ad hypocrisy to my list of things I'm apologizing for..." Sweetie trailed off, refusing to make eye contact with anyone other than her big sister. Meanwhile, the gears in Scootaloo's brain were working overtime. It took a little more than ten seconds, but she finally arrived at the conclusion. "You're a sister bucker too?! That's great!" Scootaloo exclaimed. Sweetie was taken aback, as was her big sister. "What," Sweetie and Rarity deadpanned simultaneously. "Now we can compare notes with Apple Bloom! I know we're not trying for our cutie marks any more, but we can still be cutie mark crusader sister buckers!" Scootaloo screamed as she beamed at her unicorn friend. Sweetie thought it over for a moment before coming around to the idea. "Huh, it would be nice to talk to somepony about this. And I doubt we could talk to most of the other kids in school. I mean, I know a lot of ponies in town are fine with incest, but I doubt they actively support it unless they're participating." "Plus, it's another thing to bond over! Not to mention it's hot as buck!" Scootaloo shot back, totally forgetting her shame from earlier. "Just don't go spreading gossip. Until it's more widespread and accepted, I'll need to keep my, *ahem* relations under wraps. Especially in Manehatten," Rarity gently warned the fillies. "Though I do love my sister, I'd also hate for her reputation to be soured by this, so please keep it to as few ponies as possible." "No problem. It's way more fun to keep it secret anyway! The taboo nature of it is half the fun," Scootaloo claimed. With all her baggage taken care of, Scootaloo was able to relax and once again simply enjoy hanging out with her old friend. Meanwhile, three alicorns and a unicorn in two separate castles woke up in two beds, totally entwined in their sibling's embraces. Two earth pony sisters had woken up in a similar manner hours previous before getting work started on their farm. In fact, all across Ponyville, as well as various homes dotted across Equis, incestuous lovers both old and new woke up in the loving and safe embrace of their siblings. All the while, a lone alicorn in the crystal empire calmly sipped her tea as she basked in the knowledge that all her ships had sailed.

TheKing2001

551401

Coco Pommel,Indigo Zap,Lyra,Main 7 (EqG),Sunset Shimmer,Romance,Sad,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Profanity

Back In The Game

After catching Flash cheating on her, Sunset’s friends hate him and Sunset vows to never date again. Rarity has other plans.

incomplete

<p>After catching Flash cheating on her, Sunset is a mixture of depressed and angry. An angry high schooler with access to alcohol is never good. Naturally, Sunset's friends hate their fellow high schooler, even Pinkie and Sunset vows to never date again until Rarity sets Sunset up with a friend of hers.</p>

teen

2024-02-12T10:10:42+00:00

2024-02-12T10:15:48+00:00

I walked with probably the largest smile I had in ages. “Hey Sunset!” Cloudkicker said with a grin as she and Tennis Match waved at me as I passed their locker. I was in the fencing club with Cloudkicker and the tennis team with Tennis Match. “Nice to see ya smiling girl.” “You said it Cloudy!” Tennis fist bumped her friend as I smiled back. “Thanks girls,” I said as I rounded the corner, waving at Miss Cheerilee and Octavia. “Hey love!” “Yo.” I paused next to the two as I opened my locker, trying to not eavesdrop as Octavia and Miss Cheerilee talked about class work. Mainly Octavia asking about being able to turn work in late so she can focus on music class. “I don’t know about that one Octavia. I’ll let you know after school but focus on it in case please.” “I understand,” Octavia sighed as Miss Cheerilee walked into her classroom and Octavia paused to squeeze my shoulder reassuringly. “Happy to see you love, stay strong. You do have me and Vinyl’s number love.” Octavia tossed me a small mischievous smile as she walked away. Not many people know that Octavia of all people had a mischievous streak that could rival her girlfriend or Rainbow Dash or Lemon Zest. I started unpacking my bag and getting ready for the day, doing my usual locker routine. Eat some hastily made breakfast I grabbed before I left, spray perfume on quickly and put my books in their spots. “Hey,” I glanced back at Rainbow balancing a soccer ball on her head. “How’s it hanging?” “Oh getting by. Some days are better than others, ya know?” I asked as Rainbow nodded sympathetically. I will admit, I never thought breaking up with Flash for the second time in my life would be this painful. He quickly became the most hated person in the school after news of him cheating on me spread around. I don’t blame Derpy for it. The girl is a bit reclusive and he kissed her first after all. At least Flash was only into kissing in general even with me otherwise I’d have killed him. I did opt to leave Derpy’s identify out of it for her protection, not even telling Octavia or Lyra. It’s been three months and the girl still hugs me crying asking for forgiveness. Derpy is just such a lovable person and great personality it’s hard to ever be truly mad at her. “Yeah,” Rainbow said as Rarity joined us. “Twilight and the others are in class waiting for us. You were almost late again.” “Rainbow Dash caring about being late?” Rarity joked with a small smile, poking the rainbow haired girl’s side. “Who are you and what have you done with the real Rainbow Dash?” “Don’t even start. Mom has been up my ass about my grades recently so don’t bring it up, kay?” Rainbow shook a fist with a frown. “Here comes trouble,” Rarity glanced past as Rainbow clenched her fists as I looked behind me at Flash walking down the hall looking down as multiple classmates have him angry looks or turned their backs on him. “Bitch,” Cloudchaser muttered as she hip checked him into a drinking fountain and some people snickered. A part of me hated finding it funny and a wanted to intervene while the other thought he got what he deserved. Even Wallflower and Trixie were smirking at the action in the corner of the hallway with Roseluck. Let’s just say if Roseluck finds your suffering amusing, you really screwed up. I pointedly looked away as Flash shuffled past me. He had tried to speak to me a few times in the past but thankfully Scootaloo, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and the other girls had blocked him. Hell, even Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon intervened when I was alone. The last time, Rainbow and Thunderlane had punched him in the jaw while Soarin, Fleetfoot and Spitfire watched coldly. I listened quietly to the other students comments. “Bitch.” “What a prick.” “Can’t believe he actually treated Sunset that way. Unbelievable.” “Trixie hates you wholeheartedly.” Flash disappeared into Miss Cheerilee’s room where even she gave him a disapproving look and he sat in his new spot in the back of the class. I will admit, I may have threatened him into sitting away from Derpy and not even looking at her. The only person who knows it was Derpy was Applejack and that’s because she was there. She did promise to keep Derpy’s identify a secret too which I was grateful for. Applejack practically threw him out. I was just glad Big Mac didn’t find out otherwise the older brother most likely would have fed Flash to their pigs. “So darling I was thinking,” Rarity began. “Uh huh.” “That maybe you should get yourself back out there, go on a date or two. Bounce back and be the strong Sunset Shimmer we all know you can be!” Rarity announced as she cracked her knuckles. “I don’t know Rarity. I’m kinda not really into dating right now after Flash ruined my life. Kinda just floating through life at the moment, yanno?” “Darling, you’re depressed,” Rarity said flatly. “I had to drive you home from a party Indigo attended because you got drunk off the owners beer and got kicked out. You also refused Indigo trying to take you home and I had to come get you. You also called her Flash. She was very worried about you in her own way.” “I know. I cleaned the vomit out of your car, remember?” I said as Rarity grimaced while Rainbow watched us with a bored expression as she bounced her soccer ball. “I know and uh I may have set you up on a date tonight,” Rarity admitted sheepishly as I spun around and glared at her as she shrunk back. “You did what?” “Set you up with a friend of mine. She goes to Crystal Prep. Nice girl, works with me often. She’s a bit shy but means well.” “I can’t believe you Rarity. You know I just got out of a relationship!” I snapped as I realized people were watching and I gulped. “I get you’re trying to help but please just don’t. Now where is this date at?” “That sushi restaurant on Third and Park Avenue you like. And I do apologize for my admittedly heavy handed approach but we are all worried for you darling. It’s time to get back in the game as they say!” “What time is it at?” I asked with a sigh as Rainbow spun the ball on her finger. “Nine pm,” Rarity said and squealed as she gave me an excited look. “Are you actually going darling?” “Of course,” I said with a sigh. “It would be rude of me not to after you got her hopeful. What even is this chick’s name?” “Coco, Coco Pommel.”

TheKing2001

551401

Coco Pommel,Indigo Zap,Lyra,Main 7 (EqG),Sunset Shimmer,Romance,Sad,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Profanity

Back In The Game

After catching Flash cheating on her, Sunset’s friends hate him and Sunset vows to never date again. Rarity has other plans.

incomplete

<p>After catching Flash cheating on her, Sunset is a mixture of depressed and angry. An angry high schooler with access to alcohol is never good. Naturally, Sunset's friends hate their fellow high schooler, even Pinkie and Sunset vows to never date again until Rarity sets Sunset up with a friend of hers.</p>

teen

2024-02-14T09:38:13+00:00

2024-02-14T09:38:13+00:00

I opened my front door, stepping in and sniffing the air slightly. My house always smelled like candles ever since I got roommates. I blame Rarity and Fluttershy for giving Lemon Zest the idea. I forced myself to climb the stairs as I yawned. Today had admittedly been a bit long and don’t even get me started on my practices for the teams I’m one. Plus the clubs man my schedule is hectic. “I’m home!” I called out as I passed four doors. One had a thundercloud engraved on it, the second with two dolphins, one with a muffin and the last with a pair of headphones. I sighed as I approached my room with my cutie mark on it, pushing it open. “Yo!” Lemon Zest shouted as I slung my backpack to the ground. “Yo,” I said as I dropped on my bed and offered a lazy wave. I will admit, ever since Thunderlane, Sea Swirl, Derpy and Lemon Zest became my roommates, life has been pretty interesting. That was how I had caught Flash because the four of us decided to move in together plus saves on rent with four people putting money to it. I didn’t know Sea Swirl that well because she had just taken Flash’s old room but she seemed nice. Originally his room had been used for storage after we started dating and then well, things happened evidently. “Has she left her room yet?” I asked curiously as I laid out on my bed and jerked a thumb to Derpy’s room. “Nah. Ain’t sure why,” Lemon shrugged as she flung herself on my bed as Indigo and Fluttershy looked in. I was a bit surprised the two were as good of friends as they were. “Oh Indigo is here too. She stopped by the say hi.” “Hey,” Indigo punched me in the shoulder and I winced. She was stronger than she looked. “Heh, sorry.” “It’s fine,” I grumbled and rubbed my shoulder. “How’s it hanging my sista from another mista?” Lemon asked with her stereotypical grin as she spread her arms out. “Oh ya know, being me and shit. Where’s the other one?” I asked as Indigo scouted out my closet and I raised an eyebrow. “Work. She texted me earlier. Lyra came to check on Derpy and left an hour later.” So that’s why Lyra had been missing from out art class. I wondered where she had gone primarily because I wasn’t being badgered about Equestria. “Hi Fluttershy,” I said as I yawned again. “Why are you looking in my closest Indigo?” “For your dress for your date tonight. Sunny Flare picked it out with Rarity. The two argued for hours what matches your eyes and hair,” Indigo commented as I narrowed my eyes and she gulped, avoiding my eyes. “Why does Sunny Flare and you know about my date?” I asked suspiciously. “First I heard of it,” Lemon Zest said instantly in a way that made me even more suspicious. “Uh huh and Fluttershy?” I focused my gaze on Fluttershy and she looked away quickly, playing with her hair and I raised an eyebrow. “Fine we all knew,” Indigo threw her hands up and sighed. “Sunny became Coco’s friend after the friendship games and found out Rarity already knew her. Coco hasn’t dated anyone since freshman year. Nice girl really.” “Suri really didn’t deserve to know her,” Lemon scoffed as she crossed her arms and Indigo pulled out a red dress that I completely forget I owned. I hadn’t worn it in fuck, ages. “She chose that?” I asked in surprise as Indigo threw it at me. “I completely forgot this. It was my Fall Formal dress freshman year.” “Well put it on,” Lemon waved a hand as she pulled her phone out of her shirt and I raised an eyebrow. “Well?” “A little privacy would be nice maybe?” I suggested flatly as the other two yanked her off my bed and dragged her out of my room, Fluttershy shutting my door quietly with a blush as I stood up. “Might as well I guess. First impressions are important even if I don’t plan on ever dating her.” I pulled my shirt off as I tossed it into my laundry basket, my boots and jeans following shortly as I glanced in the mirror. “Wow I look good,” I mused with a faint as I stepped into the dress. I had kinda forgotten how well this dress had fitted me. “You can come in now!” The three walked in after a second of muffled talking with wide eyes. “Damn!” Indigo let out a low whistle as Fluttershy zipped up the back of my dress. “I’d hit if I was gay.” “Thanks,” I shrugged and accepted the compliment. “I will admit, I forgot how good I look in this dress.” “You do,” Fluttershy agreed as she stepped back and the three examined me. “What did Rarity say about shoes?” “I swear to god,” I warned as I held up a finger. “You got me fucked up if you try to ⅚put me in heels or anything like that, I will not in any circumstances wear that again. I did in the Dance Magic song and it almost killed my ankles.” “Okay,” Fluttershy said as she rubbed her chin. “Rarity and Sunny both have uh work! So they can’t be here. How does some black boots sound? You have a closet full of shoes and boots after all.” “For a pony, you really act like a woman,” Lemon noted as she set her headphones down. “Haha,” I laughed flatly as Fluttershy handed me a pair of boots. “Thanks.” I plopped down on my bed and tugged one on and started tying it. “Are they really at work?” I asked dryly as I went to the other boot and pulled it on. “Or are they presumably helping Coco get ready considering they both know her and you all helped set this up?” “Maybe they are,” Indigo admitted after a moment and rubbed the back of her head. “I think we’re done girls. Was there anything else on Rarity and Sunny’s list?” “Makeup!” Lemon said with a grin. I groaned as I was dragged away to the bathroom. There was no getting out of this one I suspected so I might as well go with it.

Void Streak

551406

King Sombra,Original Character,Other,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Dark,Thriller,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Violence

The Shadow Wars: Rise of Nightwing

Upon rescuing an enslaved pegasus colt from the Crystal Empire, Princess Celestia decides to make him, her personal protege.

incomplete

<p>Upon rescuing an enslaved pegasus colt from the Crystal Empire, Princess Celestia decides to make him, her personal protege after realising that he has a unique gift.</p>

teen

2024-02-13T00:06:55+00:00

2024-02-13T00:06:55+00:00

Princess Celestia and her army of Royal Guards were sat atop a mountain that was overlooking what resembled a prison camp. From her vantage point, she could see lines of innocent ponies chained up and shivering in the freezing snow, she could see that they were being forced to mine inside of a large pit with pickaxes and chisels. She had discovered the slave camp a week ago when she sensed a shift in the aura, upon investigating she found that the shift was strongest in the camp, making Celestia believe that there was an aura-sensitive creature confined within the camp. Currently, Equestria was embroiled in a war against the Crystal Empire, which was ruled over by the tyrannical King Sombra. After Celestia found out about the way Sombra treated his subjects, she knew that she could not let him continue with his reign of terror. Celestia knew that if the aura-sensitive creature was discovered then Sombra would have them killed. The aura was a mysterious force that enabled certain creatures to manipulate objects around them as well as to see into the immediate future. Princess Celestia suspected that King Sombra was using the aura to carry out his twisted experiments. Celestia looked around at her brave soldiers before turning and using her horn to mark the watch towers as targets. She then pulled out a horn and blew into it. As soon as she did this, her soldiers instantly began to charge at the prison camp, while Wonderbolt pegasi, dressed in the Wonderbolt combat gear flew overhead and dropped bombs on the watch towers, causing them to explode and tumble into a fiery pile. Instantly the sound of an alarm could be heard as her soldiers began to enter the camp. Her soldiers locked into combat with the enemy as swords clashed, the Wonderbolts dived into the fray, using their wing blades to slash at the enemy's throats. Sombra’s forces realised that they were greatly outnumbered and began to massacre the enslaved ponies instead. Celestia teleported in front of the prisoners, who were cowering in fear unable to run away because of the chains. She managed to magic up a forcefield protecting them. She realised that the feeling of the aura disturbance was stronger. She looked around to find a small pegasus colt curled up in a ball. She knew that the aura disturbance was coming from him. This moment of realisation caused her to momentarily lose concentration as her force field flickered out of life. The crystal soldiers took the chance and pounced rushing to the chained captives. Celestia began firing bolts at the attackers, some struck their mark while other missed. Some Crystal Guards has slipped pass and began to cut the prisoners down, just as the pegasus colt was about to have a knife stuck into him, the pegasus reared up onto his hind legs and struck his wings and hooves out, causing a strong gust of wind to throw the attackers away, the wind was so strong that it nearly swept Celestia of her hooves. Everypony looked on in amazement as the Crystal Soldiers lay unconscious, it was at this moment that Celestia realised that the pegasus colt was incredibly powerful. *** Celestia ordered, “I want those soldiers tied up and sent to the POW camps for questioning! And get these civilians sent to a hospital.” She then walked over to the colt, who stared dumbfounded at the knocked-out guards. Kneeling down to his eye level he jumped as his golden eyes came into contact with her own pink eyes. The colt was a small, blue pegasus with a blue mane that had a white stripe running partially through it. He looked exhausted with bags under his eyes, he also had bruises sporting his body, he had clearly seen better days. She asked the colt, “Hello there, what is your name?” The colt replied timidly “Void Streak.” “Where are your parents?” Instead of answering, Void looked to the floor and sniffled, “They killed my father, because he tried to stop them from taking me and my mummy. My mummy couldn't handle the work so she - so she hung herself.” Celestia could tell that the colt was traumatised from the ordeal but she needed to find out information about him. “How old are you?” “Ten.” “How long have you been here?” “Since I was seven.” he then closed his eyes in thought before adding, “So around three years.” “What did they make you do?” “They forced us to mine crystal and gems and if we didn't mine enough then they would tie us up and leave us outside in the freezing cold for the night, and if we were too slow then they would whip us and beat us. They did this to me several times.” he explained showing several long scars that lined his back and flanks. Celestia had to contain her anger as she was forced to question how somepony could be so evil to harm an innocent foal. “Have you ever done what you did to the guards before?” Void peered down in thought before replying uncertainly “Not that but I have moved things without touching them and I sometimes have Deja Vu.” Celestia nodded before saying, “Do you know who the League of the Elementals are?” Void Streak nodded with enthusiasm before replying “Of course I have, the league of elementals are a group of ponies that can use the aura.” “You are correct, I believe that you can use the aura, so to confirm this I want to take you to the league,” she explained. A look of greed overtook his face as he flapped his wings in excitement, “Really, you think I could become an elemental?” Celestia merely said, “Maybe, we’ll see.” She then took Void Streak over to an airship that had just arrived and took him to the medical bay, where the nurses started to treat him for exhaustion, malnutrition and frostbite in the tips of his wings. Celestia was unsure about the colt as she could feel the strong aura being emitted from him, she could also feel the presence of darkness pouring from his soul. *** When they arrived at Canterlot Fort, which was the headquarters of the League of Elementals, they were greeted by none other than Princess Luna, Celestia’s younger sister. “Sister, I see that you found the aura-sensitive pony.” Luna greeted, giving Celestia a hug, making Void feel slightly uncomfortable. “Yes Sister, this is Void Streak, he was enslaved by Sombra’s forces, he has no family, so I am hoping that the Elemental Masters will allow him to become an Elemental himself,” Celestia explained. Luna winced, reminding her sister, “You know the rules. Elementals are only trained at birth.” “I am aware but I am hoping that because of his situation that they may let it slide.” Luna merely nodded before leading them into a large chamber, in which several ponies along with a green dragon and a griffon were all sat on miniature thrones. “Celestia, what brings you here?” asked Star Swirl the Bearded. Star Swirl the bearded was the leader of the league as well as both Celestia’s and Luna’s mentor. “Star Swirl, I come before you to request to teach this colt the ways of the Elementals. I believe that he is very powerful and he could potentially be the chosen one to defeat King Sombra.” The Griffon suddenly spoken up and replied before Star Swirl could, “The Elemental code of conduct states that all league members must be trained from birth.” The green dragon however interjected “Hold on Cerberus, I can sense a very great power coming from young Void Streak. It would not be wise to leave him alone with such an untrained power.” Star Swirl agreed by saying, “I must agree with Blaze on this one. As grand inquisitor of the League of Elementals, I hereby decree that Void Streak shall become the protege of Princess Celestia and therefore receive full Elemental training as well as the teachings of the code of conduct.” Cerberus merely scoffed calling it a clear violation of the code of conduct, however, everycreature ignored him. Celestia then took him to the castle of the two sisters where it will become his new home.

Void Streak

551406

King Sombra,Original Character,Other,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Dark,Thriller,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Violence

The Shadow Wars: Rise of Nightwing

Upon rescuing an enslaved pegasus colt from the Crystal Empire, Princess Celestia decides to make him, her personal protege.

incomplete

<p>Upon rescuing an enslaved pegasus colt from the Crystal Empire, Princess Celestia decides to make him, her personal protege after realising that he has a unique gift.</p>

teen

2024-02-15T00:23:53+00:00

2024-02-15T00:23:52+00:00

6 years later Void Streak was now a teenager and an excellent wielder of the aura. Princess Celestia had trained him on the various arts of the aura, although one thing she noticed was that he seemed to excel at combat. Celestia had taken him on various missions to help combat the Crystal Empire. This included missions of sabotage and defending various towns and cities from invasion. Void's main problem was keeping his emotions in check. If an aura wielder keeps his anger and hate built up then they are easier to succumb to corruption. Celestia and Void Streak, both walked to the training hall, where he had all of his elemental lessons. “What is that we will be doing today, Princess?” he asked, although he tried to hide it, Celestia could still sense the feeling of frustration being emitted from him. “What is the matter, young Void? I can sense that you are feeling frustrated.” Celestia asked, in an attempt to figure out what was bothering her student. Void merely ruffled his wings in annoyance, “It's the same lessons over and over again, I feel that I am ready to become a full Elemental.” “While you may think that you are ready, in reality, you are not. Thinking that you are ready can lead to arrogance, arrogance can lead to corruption.” Void sighed in annoyance, he had heard the same lecture every day and it was starting to annoy him. Celestia sensing his irritation, added “Besides today we are going to do something a little bit different. Your main problem is letting your emotions get the better of you. There is an easy trick to solving this and it is through the method of meditation.” “Meditation! How will meditation solve anything?” he asked angrily, he was unhappy about the fact that he was seeing no action. Whenever they went on missions, he was always given a supporting role, such as delivering messages or building defences. He felt that Celestia and the League were deliberately holding him back from reaching his full potential “Meditations will both clear your mind and in turn will make you calm,” Celestia said. She then dimmed the lights before sitting cross-legged, she then instructed Void Stream to do the same, he reluctantly complied. Celestia then told him, “Now close your eyes and clear your mind and concentrate on your breathing. Breathe in through the nose and hold for three seconds then release through the mouth.” Void followed her instructions and to his surprise did feel that he was becoming less angrier. Celestia then explained, “Meditation can also help you become one with the aura.” Void Streak nodded before reluctantly agreeing, “It does feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.” Celestia nodded, “Good then that means it is working. You should do this every so often or when you are feeling emotional, typically when you are feeling angry.” Suddenly Princess Luna rushed into the room clutching a piece of parchment, “Celestia, we are getting reports of a large gathering of Crystal Troops amassing near the City of Stalliongrad.” Stalliongrad is a large industrial city that is vital for the war effort. Under no cost was the city to fall to Sombra’s hooves lest the entire frontlines could collapse. Celestia read the parchment that Luna was holding before turning to Void, “We have a new mission, we are to head to Stalliongrad and defend the city, I hope you've practised your combat skills because I fear that you are going to need them.” Celestia explained with a grim face. Void smiled, “Yes finally some real action.” “Let's not get too carried away, my protege, remember Elementals don't go looking for fights, the role of the elementals is to protect the creatures from the dark forces,” Celestia explained, however, Void merely rolled his eyes. This slightly concerned Celestia as she feared that Void was beginning to grow power hungry. Void Streak and Celestia rushed to the airship that would take them to Stalliongrad. When they arrived on board Celestia ordered Void, “Go check on the ship’s cannons and defences while I go speak with the ship’s captain and find out more information on the situation.” Void Streak nodded and walked around the sides of the ship, inspecting each cannon, making sure that the barrels were clear of any dust or dirt that could cause a blockage, he also made sure that there was a cannonball in each cannon so that they could fire back straight in the event of an attack. He then entered the bowels of the ship and smiled as he saw his creation was in perfect condition. When he wasn’t training, Void Streak would think of different ideas as well as invent various different machines that could help with the war effort. The machine that he was looking at now was a reactor that would power up a force field for long periods of time. Before his invention, unicorns would suffer from magic exhaustion due to holding up shields for a long time, slowly weakening them. As a way to combat this issue, Void used his expertise to create his Shield Reactor. The machine looked like a sphere surrounded by hexagonal tiles, these tiles would surround a magical crystal that would create the force field itself, while the tiles would emit the shield to encompass the building or ship that it was protecting. For it to work however it would need to be kept in the centre of the building and the dimensions of the thing that it was protecting would need to be properly coded into the Reactor. Void made sure that the reactor was running smoothly by checking for damage on the tiles and also checking to see if the dimensions had been properly programmed into the machine. Nodding, he was happy to say that his reactor had passed the inspection with flying colours. *** Meanwhile on the ship’s bridge Celestia asked, “What is the situation in Stalliongrad?” The captain gave her a grim look, “From what the mayor has told me, the city is surrounded by Sombra’s forces with King Sombra leading the attack, himself.” Celestia silently cursed, “Do we have enough troops to combat them?” “We have enough troops to hold them of but we will still be greatly outnumbered.” He informed her. Looking at a map, Celestia began to strategize, “Captain when we start flying over the troops, I will need you to start dropping bombs onto them, hopefully, that will create a corridor for supplies to get through. You deal with his troops and I will deal with King Sombra myself.” The Captain nodded before saluting. Void Streak entered the bridge and asked, “What is the plan?” Celestia began to explain, “Right now the city is currently under siege from King Sombra, himself. I have ordered the Captain to bomb the troops surrounding the city so as a way to both weaken them and to break out of the siege. Our job is to fight Sombra himself, I will need your help to combat him but first I must ask, are you ready to fight him?” Void nodded, “Yes Princess.” “Good, now go and get some rest while you can,” she told him. He then walked off to find a cabin for him to stay in. While most ponies would be terrified at the prospect of facing Sombra, he was excited and fully believed that he could take him down. *** Emerging from the clouds, they could see that the city was surrounded on all sides by the Crystal Army, the city was currently being bombarded by Crystal artillery. Using the aura both Void Streak and Princess Celestia could sense the general direction of King Sombra himself. Indeed, looking in that direction, Void could see the tyrant himself, his hoof pointing towards the sieged city, the artillery rained down another deadly barrage. The rain from hell was burning innocent ponies homes causing a foul stench of burnt flesh to fill the air. Disgusted, Void was about to leap over the side of the ship to rush Sombra, however, Celestia stopped him by placing a hoof onto his shoulder saying, “Patience Void, we do not want to rush him like a band of headless chickens.” Void listened and stopped himself from launching his attack, while the ship’s Captain immediately shouted out orders, “Everypony, to your battle stations, prepare the bomb bays and fire at my command!” The ship's crew moved swiftly and hurried of to their various posts while the captain peered through a scope that could see below the ship. The captain waited until the ship began to fly over the invading armies before shouting, “FIRE!” He heard a voice shout back “Bombs Away!” as the whistling sound of large explosives began to fall to the ground and hit their mark causing a loud BOOM! Below, the soldiers quickly dived for cover, however there was nothing to hide behind. The terrified screams of the doomed soldiers filled his ears causing him to smile. The army was in disarray as the bombs caused them to go unorganized as it quickly became every pony for themselves. Once the ship had passed the soldiers it began to descend into the heart of the city below. Once they touched down, a ramp extended and troops began to pour out onto the City Square. *** Celestia walked over to one of the commanders of the army and told him, “Commander I need you to split your forces in half, one half is to help the citizens in evacuating, while the other half is to follow me and hold Sombra’s guards off while me and Void fight him directly.” “Yes Your Majesty,” he said as he went to split his troops. One half of the guards went into the city suburbs to evacuate while the second half marched with Celestia and Void Streak to confront King Sombra himself. As they got to the outskirts of the city, Void could see Sombra’s army formed up in one massive line making it appear as it there was a wall surrounding the city and not thousands of bloodthirsty soldiers. Celestia shouted, “Lower your shields!” While Sombra roared, “CHARGE!” All of a sudden the wall of troops began closing in as Celestia’s army raised their shields and spears ready to impale the enemy clean through. Celestia and Void Streak marched to Sombra in sync while Celestia began to power up her horn and Void was ready to propel a windrush spell towards him. Suddenly, to both Celestia and Void Streak’s surprise, Sombra pulled out a small metal tube before pressing a small button that caused a purple laser to form out of it, making what appeared to be a laser sword. Sombra smiled sinisterly as both Void and Celestia stared at the contraption with apprehension. Sombra then exclaimed, “Do you like my new invention?” Sombra didn't wait for an answer as he began to explain, “It is a powerful sword that is created with magic. I call it a magiscaber.” Celestia sneered, “If you think this sword will help you then you are poorly mistaken.” However, Void Streak looked at the magiscaber with interest and decided that he wanted it for himself. Sombra poised for attack and Void readied his move. Sombra began his attack with lightning speed jabbing at Celestia, deciding that she was the biggest threat, a decision that he will later regret. Celestia was forced to teleport away from him. Void analysed Sombra’s moves and could tell that the King was still getting used to his own invention. Fool, inventors are supposed to test their inventions before taking them out on the battlefield void thought. He then watched with amazement as the magiscaber cut through Celestia’s shield as if it was butter. Celestia sent a few magic bolts towards the tyrant, however, the crazed unicorn merely deflected them with his saber. Void knew that while he had the magiscaber, he was untouchable. So sneaking off to the side of him, he then channels the aura through his hooves and pushed a windrush towards the unicorn causing him to go flying, however to his disappointment, the king had managed to keep hold of the saber. The king then leapt towards the pegasus with ferocious speed, narrowly avoiding him. This time it was Void, who was on the defensive, he could do nothing but keep on dodging the deadly blade, he kept on rolling to the side as he did this he could see that the magical sword was melting the snow. Suddenly the deranged king was blasted by Celestia, sending him flying, Void taking the chance, picked up the half melted snow and used the aura to melt it into water, which he then boiled before throwing it at the evil king’s face causing him to scream in pain. Void then used the aura to pull the magisaber out of his grip. The magiscaber felt warm in his hoof, he looked down at it with greed and couldn't wait to take it to his workshop and examine it further. He pressed the small red button of the side of the metal hilt and the magical laser vanished. Sombra screamed “NO!” and attempted to use the aura to snatch the magiscaber back out of his hoof, however the magical bolt had weakened him. With anger in his features, the king was forced to call for a retreat but not before telling Celestia, “I will be back, I will be back bigger and stronger for you may have won this battle but I shall win the war!” His army then pulled back, Void was ready to chase after them but Celestia held him back saying, “Let him leave, we barely survived that round let alone won it.” Void showed the princess, the magiscaber asking “Have you ever seen it before?” “No, we will have to take it to the League when we get back but for now we should head back to the city and secure that device,” Celestia said. “If it is alright with you, am I able to take this to my workshop and analyse it?” he asked, wanting to find out more about the mysterious sword. Celestia reluctantly agreed but not before warning him, “Yes but be careful, we do not know anything about this device for all we could know it could have some form of protective enchantment.” Void nodded saying “Yes Princess.” “Good, make sure you tell me what you find, now let's head back to the city and help with the reconstruction efforts.” Celestia said as they began to head back towards Stalliongrad.

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Anon,Starlight Glimmer,Sunset Shimmer,Trixie,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Human,Comedy,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Narcotics,Profanity,Sex,Violence

Ponyville's Pragmatic Posse

An HIE / Anon Romance story involving Starlight Glimmer, Sunset Shimmer and Trixie; the four souls this side of Equestria that share an appreciation for sarcasm, pragmatism, and a healthy dose of being judgemental.

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<p>An HIE / Anon Collection of Stories involving the four most Pragmatic, Sarcastic and Judgmental characters this side of Ponyville; Anon, Sunset Shimmer, Starlight Glimmer, and Trixie.</p><p><b>*Canon Changes:</b> Sunset Shimmer has been living on the Earth that Anon is originally from, instead of a High School AU; so no Equestria Girls. Historians say Starlight and Trixie were &quot;Roommates&quot;.</p><p>Princess Twilight is happy to see... some kind of friendship blooming between her more troubled acquaintances; her &quot;Students&quot;. Only one actually really fit the bill, being Starlight, but the others lived at the Castle of Friendship for their own uses.</p><p>The four have formed a fairly tight, if complex friend group. They don't have too many friends outside of each other, but Twilight is content that they make the effort where they can. Mostly. They argue and insult each-other a lot, for a friend group.</p><p>At first, Twilight thought it was Anon's terrible manners rubbing off on them, considering how the group now heavily uses Earth-related profanities. Until she realized, they all kind of rub off on each-other the wrong way. Anon is an all-around ass. Sunset is willing to ditch everyone else for her own interests. Starlight still thinks she knows better than anyone, and that she's smarter. Trixie is Trixie, still; stubborn, sarcastic and egotistical. Three Ex-Villains, and an Asshole.</p><p>She should probably address that...</p>

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2024-02-17T10:38:02+00:00

2024-02-18T15:52:35+00:00

Princess Twilight sits deep within the Crystal Castle of Friendship, gently reading one of her numerous books. She finally had a moment of downtime, and was eager to finish some reading she'd started a week prior, that she just could not find the time for. The Magic Mirror sits dormant, as does this section of the castle. But it seemed even now, in her moment of peace, she couldn't focus. Her mind wanders to the other occupants of her Castle. Other than herself and Spike, there were four other individuals living at her Castle with her, all some variation of being her 'Student'. Sunset Shimmer. Not so much one of her Students directly, the two shared magical knowledge often, with Sunset visiting from Earth through the Magic Mirror that Twilight hosted within the Library. She'd always been a little worried for Sunset; normally feeling like an Outcast among Pony-Kind for spending so much time on Earth, Sunset had been quite surprised to find a Human in Equestria. While she was originally a Pony and traversed through the Magic Mirror in the library, to go back and forth. Unlike Anon's natural form being that of a Human, with no Magic, and his arrival to Equestria some time ago being an Accident, meant he couldn't travel back to Earth. Princess Twilight originally worried that this would cause friction between the two; but Anon had little intention of ever going home, and the two bonded surprisingly quickly, making references and jokes nopony else in the room seemed to get; this helped the awkward transitions be a lot less awkward, giving her someone to laugh with whenever she came through the mirror walking on two hooves. She'd often bring him things that he requested. Speaking of Anon, he was... a Student, of sorts? Their dynamic hardly played out as such, and he certainly never called her teacher, or mentor. Or Princess. Usually some Nickname trying to push her buttons. It was actually Twilight's fault that he was here. Some time ago, Twilight had experimented with the Mirrors on her own; it failed, utterly, shattering her prototype and dumping an entirely untransformed Human into her house. They'd salvaged a relationship, thankfully; Anon was a very relaxed soul, who preferred to joke rather than sweat about something. Something about being Moisturized and Unbothered? How it is simply how it is? He made some odd references most of the time, and only Sunset seemed to understand them. To a degree. Speaking of relationships; while they weren't as public as Starlight and Trixie, Sunset and Anon seemed to have... something, going on; or at least the start of something. Anon's natural lack of Magic was actually found to be some kind of Magical Absorption; Magic hardly has an effect on him, dissipating on contact. This included trying to grasp him with Telekinesis, Teleporting him, healing spells; good or bad, a spells essence was slurped up by the no-magic void of Anon. Thankfully, physical contact didn't try to absorb anyone latent magic. It seemed it simply rebuffed spells. Sunset said after some light testing, it seemed most Humans from Earth were the same way. He's been staying with Twilight since his arrival, and the upgrade to Crystal Castle was a welcome one for not hitting his head. He "Studies" his odd relationship with magic, mostly by serving as a Guinea Pig for her other students experiments. And speaking of Students who enjoyed using Anon as a Guinea Pig; Starlight Glimmer and Trixie. Starlight was probably the one who fit most properly under the title of "Student", actually searching to learn Friendship and Magic under her watch and mentorship. Though a touch... unaligned with most Ponies general attitudes towards things. She didn't quite agree with how Equestria was run, how Cutie Marks were so ingrained culturally, and was always willing to dive into a political tirade. That, was definitely not the attitude of most Ponies. Thankfully, she'd found both friends, and a Marefriend in her time at the Castle. That, and Anon seemed to always be up for a debate, no matter the topic. He had an unnatural way of luring people into arguments, no matter how pointless. Said Marefriend to Starlight, and final student, was Trixie. It was a big hurdle for Trixie to actually join as one of Twilights "Students", swallowing a big chunk of her pride. She'd always viewed Twilight as her rival, and she was always a little... dicey, about their dynamic as Teacher and Student; but the gap between the two's skills just couldn't be ignored. With some serious self esteem issues, Trixie strove far more for magical prowess than she did friendship; but she found it all the same. Trixie has a bad habit of pushing people away, or poorly reading a room; Anon, however, seems immutable to being pushed away, and either fires back playfully or entirely defuses the situation. It'd be safe to say that out of her four students, and their tentative friend group, Anon was the glue that kept them together; they didn't have much in the way of friends outside the Castle, considering most of their histories. But not everyone was made for big, town-wide friend groups. If they were happy, and learning the foundations of friendship while pursuing their own interests, than Princess Twilight Sparkle was happy. She sighs, content, trying to finally focus in on her book. Well, until she hears a commotion of hoof-steps and yelling charging through the neighboring hall. Twilight groans, closing the book shut and putting it down. She slowly approaches the door, the muffled yelling getting louder. The door slowly creaks opens, Twilight peeking through the cracks. Starlight is rolling her eyes, stood just behind a seething Trixie, Starlights magic holding a pot lid from the kitchen. Trixie is shouting at Anon, who is hiding around the corner, holding a basket of... water balloons. "ANONYMOUS! THE GREAT TRIXIE DEMANDS YOU RETURN HER PRIVATE PROPERTY --" Trixie shouts, getting cut off as Anon shouts "MAGIC MISSILE!", throttling one of the balloons at her. Trixie is yanked by her tail, scooted behind Starlight with magic as a water balloon impacts the pot lid, Starlight using the impromptu shield to intercept Anons projectiles. The floor of the hall is already soaked, as is Trixie. Looks like she couldn't get out of the way in time. Several times. Looking closer, Twilight spots Trixie's hat sat on Anon's head -- and was that the beard from her Starswirl Nightmare Night costume? He even had a blanket wrapped around himself like a cape. Trixie scowls, puffing her chest. "Thank you, assistant. NOW -- RETURN TRIXIES HAT, THIEF!" Trixie shouts, emboldened. "Assistant?" Starlight scoffs. "Mmmmagic MISSILE!" Another shout from Anon. The pot lid "Accidentally" floats a little too high, a water balloon pelting Trixie in the face. She sputters, gasping as she's soaked again. Starlight grins. "Oops." She does actually block the next one that goes ripping towards them, splashing the walls and floor with more water. Twilight sighs, her internal debate on whether or not intervening was worth it, or if she should just teleport a mop between them. Actually, where was Sunset? When her students got into shenanigans, it usually involved -- The Magic Mirror behind her slowly whirs to life. Twilight steps away from the door, watching as the machine twists the pink glow into a burst, the mirror enveloping in a glow as Sunset steps out. She's holding several plastic bags, filled with... costumes. And fake wands. And a fake, plastic staff. And a bag of empty water balloons. Several bags, actually. "Anon! I got the things you... asked... for." Sunset trails off, face growing pale as she realizes Twilight is staring. Sunset is also dressed similarly to Anon, in a big poofy beard, and a pointy hat. Sunset lowers down from two hooves to four, glancing away sheepishly. "...Hey. Princess Twilight." Sunset mumbles, rubbing her front-leg with a hoof. "Hello, Sunset. An enjoyable visit to Earth?" Twilight asks, shifting to fully face her. More swearing and splashing can be heard in the hall. "Uh, yeah... just, uh. Playing... Wizards. With Anon." She coughs. "He's already soaked Trixie." Twilight informs, nodding to the hallway. Sunset scoffs, frowning. "Without me?!" Twilight watches as Sunset barrels through the door, shouting -- in moments, the situation has spiraled into a 3v1; Anon's face twists from cocky assurance, to fear as he realizes he's not in fact, reinforced -- but outnumbered, Sunset joining the other Mares. Anon has his supply of Balloons wrenched from his grasp, and is promptly subjected to a horrific firing-squad of magically propelled water balloons. He's left curled up in the fetal position on the floor, twitching, soaking wet and in a puddle. The other three look content. The remains of the water balloons pepper the floor like spent casings, the three Mares catching their breath from the beatdown. Trixie floats her hat back onto her head, trotting back up the hall with an appeased huff. Until the Mop blinks in front of her, in a twinkle of purple light. She screeches to a stop, starting to stutter. "B-But Trixie did not--" Twilight gives the group a knowing stare, as she leans out of the library doorway, earning a silence. Except from Anon, who lays slain on the floor, mumbling in soaked pain. The Library door slowly shuts, leaving the usual suspects in the hall alone. Trixie grumbles, grasping the mop in her blueish glow. "Just dry the floor, Trixie. Bombarding Anon like that was worth the cleanup." Starlight chides, off to look for a bucket. Trixie grumbles in agreement, starting to mop up some of the water. Sunset stands beside the slain Anon, tilting her head at him. She tsks softly, shaking her head. "...Traitor." Anon mumbles. Sunset leans down, sighing with mock pity, and pats his back. "Winners write the history books, Anon; and I like winning. Shouldn't have started without me." Anon groans.

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Anon,Starlight Glimmer,Sunset Shimmer,Trixie,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Human,Comedy,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Narcotics,Profanity,Sex,Violence

Ponyville's Pragmatic Posse

An HIE / Anon Romance story involving Starlight Glimmer, Sunset Shimmer and Trixie; the four souls this side of Equestria that share an appreciation for sarcasm, pragmatism, and a healthy dose of being judgemental.

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<p>An HIE / Anon Collection of Stories involving the four most Pragmatic, Sarcastic and Judgmental characters this side of Ponyville; Anon, Sunset Shimmer, Starlight Glimmer, and Trixie.</p><p><b>*Canon Changes:</b> Sunset Shimmer has been living on the Earth that Anon is originally from, instead of a High School AU; so no Equestria Girls. Historians say Starlight and Trixie were &quot;Roommates&quot;.</p><p>Princess Twilight is happy to see... some kind of friendship blooming between her more troubled acquaintances; her &quot;Students&quot;. Only one actually really fit the bill, being Starlight, but the others lived at the Castle of Friendship for their own uses.</p><p>The four have formed a fairly tight, if complex friend group. They don't have too many friends outside of each other, but Twilight is content that they make the effort where they can. Mostly. They argue and insult each-other a lot, for a friend group.</p><p>At first, Twilight thought it was Anon's terrible manners rubbing off on them, considering how the group now heavily uses Earth-related profanities. Until she realized, they all kind of rub off on each-other the wrong way. Anon is an all-around ass. Sunset is willing to ditch everyone else for her own interests. Starlight still thinks she knows better than anyone, and that she's smarter. Trixie is Trixie, still; stubborn, sarcastic and egotistical. Three Ex-Villains, and an Asshole.</p><p>She should probably address that...</p>

mature

2024-02-17T19:48:57+00:00

2024-02-18T06:30:03+00:00

Sunset Shimmer and Starlight Glimmer slowly walk through Ponyville's market. Midday, it's bustling; and the two are out with a purpose. Trixie's Birthday is coming up, and Starlight wants to make sure she gets her Marefriend a proper gift. The Two had been dating shortly after they'd made up, following the fight over being friends to spite Twilight. It wasn't the most conventional relationship, but they found comfort in having each-others backs. Sunset finishes browsing one of the stalls with a few different food items, returning to walk with Starlight; who throws her a raised eyebrow. Sunset looks at her, before realizing she's still walking on two hooves. She chuckles, quickly dropping back to four before she gets more stairs. A bad habit that had formed from spending so much time on Earth; it didn't help it felt natural to do whenever they hung out with Anon. Speaking of, Anon was currently keeping Trixie distracted so they could shop. Something about a new routine involving a Box, a Saw, and a Campfire. His sacrifice will be remembered. "Why do you do that, anyway?" Starlight asks Sunset, nodding at her back hooves. "Are you really just that used to it? I didn't think with Pony physiology that it would be comfortable." "It's a habit, I guess. I'm so used to walking on two legs, I just default to it. Used to trip me up at first, but I got used to it." Sunset responds. Honestly, it was pretty comfortable for her to walk like that; but she always got weird looks about it, so she usually just did it in the Castle, if anything. Still, a slip here or there. Anon didn't mind it, though. Sometimes, they'd enter a room walking like the other; Sunset on two hooves, Anon walking on all fours. Always threw the occupants for a good loop. Their gaze flits over a few more of the stalls, trying to figure a good gift idea for their favorite discount magician. Jewelry? Eh. Food? Eh. Trixie was a... surprisingly hard Pony to shop for. Anything magical would probably just go abused until it broke. Clothes were a pointless endeavor, she only wore the Hat and Cape, if she ever wanted to wear anything at all. Yes, that included to their fancy Canterlot date at that nice restaurant. Starlight face-hoofs remembering it. She'd even got a nice dress for herself. It sat in her closet now, collecting dust. "Did Anon recommend anything?" Starlight asks, hoping for an inspiration to work off of. Sunset snorts. "Two things. The first was... oh, right. A shirt that says "My Bitch Got Autism"." She informs bluntly, getting an eye-roll from Starlight. "I still don't know what you see in him. What did he even get you for your birthday?" Starlight follows up, judgingly; only to be surprised as she watches the small smile creep onto Sunset's face. "Well, first he faked me out with a Blue Hoofball cap that said "Please Be Patient, I have Autism". Then, after I made him eat it, he showed me his actual gift. He got a uh..." Sunset tsks, trying to explain it. Starlight had been to Earth once or twice with her, so it shouldn't be that hard. Though no other Pony seemed to enjoy Earth as much as she did. "You know those little Chargers, for Phones?" "Uh... the little blocks with the cord sticking out, you put them in the wall?" Starlight guesses. She pauses to look at a stall selling a few flowers, the orange Mare sat behind it smiling at her. Flowers? For Trixie? "Yeah -- into the Outlets. I love music; it's abundant on Earth, and super easy to listen to all the time. But here, they don't have places to charge my Phone, where I keep all my music on. So Anon got Twilight to help him concoct some... Psuedo-Charger, using some Magic Gems, a conductive metal, and friction? I forget the details, but he basically got me an outlet I could charge my Phone in, but for here." Sunset explains. Starlight does remember seeing Sunset walk around with those... 'Pod' things in her ears. Music on the go? Hm. Trixie liked music. That could be an idea. "...Did he really? That seems... uncharacteristically sweet." Starlight mutters. She steps away from the flower stall, not finding much she's into. "He's a big softy buried under a mound of bullish assholism; and we're pretty good at putting up with each-other, which for some Ponies..." Sunset trails off. "Is a tall order, believe me, I know. Trixie and I... I do love her, but I know I'm probably one of like... three Ponies this side of Equestria that can put up being in a room alone with her." Starlight grimaces. Trixie exuded a lot of personality, all at once. It made for... a pretty terrible first impression. But through effort, they got to know the real each-other; and Starlight loved what was underneath, hurdles and all. "...And is one of those Ponies Anon?" Sunset teases, bumping flanks with Starlight. Starlight purses her lips. Anon did agree to help with their plan pretty willingly. She might still be a little too... judgmental. "You're right. Sorry. Don't mean to insult your Coltfriend in front of you." "Save it for when I'm not around, right?" Sunset giggles, getting a sigh out of Starlight. "You know what I mean." Starlight grumbles. "Course I do. You know Anon doesn't care about that kind of thing. He might fuck with everyone he knows, but I know he'd have their backs in the same heartbeat." Sunset chimes, getting an odd glance from Starlight. "What's with Anon and you liking that 'Fuck' word so much?" Starlight questions. She hears them sling slang all the time, and it usually just confused everyone around them. "Oh, I've tried explaining it, but I just can't. You have to see it in action; it's an Earth-Culture thing. Fuck has become an intrinsic part of their language." Sunset politely informs. They're getting close to the end of the market, and no good gift idea has made itself clear. "Oh, I just realized -- I interrupted you. Sorry Sunset." Starlight sighs. "Huh?" Sunset raises an eyebrow. "I had asked what Anon recommended. You said two things, but I cut you off after the first." Starlight reminds. Sunset laughs. "You're fine. His other gift idea was, and I quote; "Blue Bitch likes spells and shit, get that bitch some new spells for her routines.", if I recall." Sunset mimics Anon as best she can, waggling her head and particular, blunt charm. "...Is that a little too on the nose?" Starlight mumbles, worried about the obviousness of the gift. Sunset shrugs. "Anon explained it like... be thankful you're dating someone who makes what they like easily known? Sure, Trixie is all about magic. Doesn't mean getting her something Magic-Related is lazy. Not everyone is buried in deep, complicated or hidden desires." "Makes it sound like he's saying you're hard to shop for." Starlight teases. Sunset grins. "I like to keep him on his toes." "What'd you get him for his birthday?" Starlight prompts, trying to remember what Toes were. "Oh -- I wanted to do the fake-out back to him, but he liked my joke gift more than my actual gift. I got him a shirt that said "Don't Bully Me, I'll Cum" -- he wore it so much, Twilight burned it because she was tired of having to explain Human Humor to concerned Ponies." Sunset snort-laughs. "I'm not allowed to bring back clothes with words on them, anymore." Starlight raises an eyebrow, lip curling. "...Yeah, you two were made for each other. Fuck it, let's hit the magic shop." Trixie and Anon sit on Anon's couch; his room in the Castle looked like less like a large bedroom, and more like someone transplanted the entirety of a small single-bedroom home inside of a single room. While he didn't have cable, or any other live service, he did have Sunset to bring him stuff. She'd gotten him a TV for his birthday (Rest in Peace DBM,IC shirt), a DVD player, and an entire box of someone's old movies. Quite the old-school selection. They've got one playing right now. Despite being very popular, people tend to forget it exists. Trixie leans forward, eyes-wide, fully invested; she's practically dangling off the couch. Anon is sprawled back, arms crossed, legs kicked up on the coffee table. The Big Blue people with the sex ponytails on the screen blow up one of the Humans ships, crashing out of the sky. Trixie throws her hooves in the air. "YES! Another Victory for the BLUE!" She shouts, relating to fellow blue-colored creatures. Anon grumbles, a stout believer in Humanity First.

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551407

Anon,Starlight Glimmer,Sunset Shimmer,Trixie,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Human,Comedy,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Narcotics,Profanity,Sex,Violence

Ponyville's Pragmatic Posse

An HIE / Anon Romance story involving Starlight Glimmer, Sunset Shimmer and Trixie; the four souls this side of Equestria that share an appreciation for sarcasm, pragmatism, and a healthy dose of being judgemental.

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<p>An HIE / Anon Collection of Stories involving the four most Pragmatic, Sarcastic and Judgmental characters this side of Ponyville; Anon, Sunset Shimmer, Starlight Glimmer, and Trixie.</p><p><b>*Canon Changes:</b> Sunset Shimmer has been living on the Earth that Anon is originally from, instead of a High School AU; so no Equestria Girls. Historians say Starlight and Trixie were &quot;Roommates&quot;.</p><p>Princess Twilight is happy to see... some kind of friendship blooming between her more troubled acquaintances; her &quot;Students&quot;. Only one actually really fit the bill, being Starlight, but the others lived at the Castle of Friendship for their own uses.</p><p>The four have formed a fairly tight, if complex friend group. They don't have too many friends outside of each other, but Twilight is content that they make the effort where they can. Mostly. They argue and insult each-other a lot, for a friend group.</p><p>At first, Twilight thought it was Anon's terrible manners rubbing off on them, considering how the group now heavily uses Earth-related profanities. Until she realized, they all kind of rub off on each-other the wrong way. Anon is an all-around ass. Sunset is willing to ditch everyone else for her own interests. Starlight still thinks she knows better than anyone, and that she's smarter. Trixie is Trixie, still; stubborn, sarcastic and egotistical. Three Ex-Villains, and an Asshole.</p><p>She should probably address that...</p>

mature

2024-02-18T11:10:44+00:00

2024-02-18T11:11:02+00:00

The troublesome troupe were hanging out in Anon's room-house machination. (This tends to be a common theme, when you're the only one with a TV in their 'room'.) TV, however, was not meant for them at this time. The four of them are currently squeezed on the couch, all in generally sour moods. The couch could comfortably host three; so with four, they were all pretty smushed together, pink flank to blue flank to man-butt to yellow flank. Instead of watching TV, a trying-to-be-stern Princess Twilight paced in front of the entertainment box, back and forth. They'd been... lacking, in their weekly friendship lessons. Since they'd grown comfortable with each-others company, they hadn't been making suitable reports. Slacking, even. This wouldn't do, and Twilight would nip it in the bud. Trixie nudges Anon with her elbow, trying to get him to move over. He huffs, shoving his knee further into her space. Starlight rolls her eyes, until Trixie starts leaning back on her, Starlight coughing and looking away. Sunset smacks at whatever part of Anon leans too close into her own space, eager and willing to defend what is hers, even against Anon. The only one who didn't seem bothered by proximity was Starlight, nearly being sat on by Trixie as her and Anon square up for central-couch ownership. A loudly cleared throat from Twilight snaps everyone back to a quiet attention, silencing the rabble. "Everypony." Twilight begins. "Aw, sick." Anon slaps his knees, leaning forward to get up. "And Human." Twilight adds, throwing him a testy stare. Anon tsks, un-leaning and crossing his arms. "Your Monday-Due Friendship reports on your Friendship lessons are... lacking." Twilight explains, trying to take the lighter route of scolding. "Let's read one of two, shall we?" A soft purple glow lifts a stack of four papers up, equally spreading them out in front of her. "Last week, I'd asked you to define what Friendship meant to you. Starting with Anon..." She squints. "It's... Gay." Twilight looks over the page, finding literally nothing else. She crumples up the paper, tossing it aside. "Sorry, thought the lesson was 'Define Trixie'. I'll do better next week, teach, promise." Anon teases, catching a smack from the associated seat-competition. Twilight shakes her head, moving on. "Starlight. You said... Friendship is a useful tool to ensure that those around you maintain a proper relationship, and move in predictable patterns. Without it, one would need to utilize either methods of... fear, or control, either through the... monopoly of required goods, or invasive magics." There's a lot more to the page, but Twilight crumples it up. Starlight looks offended. "What?! I worked hard on that one!" Starlight objects. "Starlight, Friendship isn't a tool used to manipulate others. Not by Good Ponies, anyway. And you are, a Good Pony?" Twilight states dryly. It wasn't a secret that the three Ponies occupying the Couch were... 'Rehabilitated Villains' that had brought some form of trouble to either Ponyville, or the Elements. It was a bit of an awkward subject, since most of the conflicts were born from insecurity or grudges. Starlight glances away. "...Right. Sorry." She mutters. Twilight takes a long breath, pulling out Trixie's paper. "Trixie. You said... Starlight is Trixie's only friend, and the only one worthy of being Trixie's full-time assistant." Twilight re-reads the rather short entry, before glancing up. Trixie stares at Twilight, entirely serious and expectantly, while Starlight glances away, blushing. Anon and Sunset throw Trixie a hefty stink eye. Trixie scoffs. "What? Trixie was being honest! You are... Friends in Training, to Trixie. Intern Assistants, at best." She says proudly, like it was a nice thing. "I'm gonna beat her ass." Sunset mutters. "I'm gonna uninvite this bitch from my Birthday Parties." Anon grumbles. "Oh, nobody goes to those anyway, Anon." Sunset chides, getting an offended look from Anon. "Ladies, Ladies." Twilight says, trying to ease the moment. She glances at Anon. "...And Anon. Enough. Please." The Couch quiets down, and Twilight starts again. "Trixie. I am... tentatively proud. I'm glad you value Starlight's friendship, and have found where to place your personal Values towards friendship. However... let's try to lean away from burning the relationship of everyone else that might like you?" Trixie looks confused. "What do you mean? Trixie was honest." "Anon, why don't you... explain, how what Trixie said, makes you feel?" Twilight tries, waving to Anon with a hoof. "Sure." He grunts, shifting to look at Trixie. Trixie tilts her head to look at him, incredulously. "Trixie. When you say... I'm not your friend, it makes me... want to call you a Fag--" Anon's mouth is promptly shut by Sunsets hoof, already predicting him. "We'll uh... work on this part of things, later, Twilight." Sunset grins, throwing Anon a dirty look. Anon rolls his eyes. Twilight shakes her head, while Trixie just looks confused. Starlight is still quiet, Trixie's hoof currently leaned against her leg. "Alright. And finally, Sunset..." Twilight starts, pulling up the last paper. "I appreciate My friends, And the time they spend with me. Friendship, to me, mAkes me feel... Good. it keeps the bad thoughts away, and spendinG time with the peOple i like, makes me have a good Time. so, i find friendship, equal to happiness." Twilight reads out, nodding in approving surprise. "I'm glad that at least you took it seriously, Sunset. Though... you may need to work on your grammar." Twilight praises, Sunset blinking a few times. "I, uh... I forgot to write mine, actually." Sunset admits, sheepishly. Anon audibly snorts, getting all eyes on him. Sunset smacks his shoulder. "The fuck did you do this time?" Twilight throws Sunset a sour stare. "Enough with the hitting, please. And Swearing. Now, why do we assume evil intent? Perhaps, Anon was trying to show... affection, to his friends, by helping write your assignment when you forgot? While I'm not a fan of you missing your reports, it would show... progress?" Twilight tries, but she's having trouble finding a good lesson out of this. "Can I see it?" Sunset asks. Twilight nods, floating it over to the yellow mare. Sunset takes it in her hoofs, reading it over. She doesn't see anything the first time. She re-reads it again, noting the poor grammar, the odd capitals... It clicks, and she groans loudly, crumpling up the paper. "I'm a Faggot? Really, Anon?" Anon makes a shocked gasp, before covering Sunsets mouth with his hand. "Sunset! Language!" She bites his hand. He doesn't quite react in the way she was expecting, the two of them sharing an awkward stare. They cough, Sunset pulling her teeth off, and Anon rescinding his hand. Trixie glances between the two, confused. Starlight is looking away, biting a hoof to keep from commenting. Twilight shakes her head, ignoring the entire thing as she produces four new parchments. "This week, I'll be expecting you all to handle a Group assignment." Collective, face-scrunching wince. Boo. "I want, each of you, to list Three Things that you like about each other person in your friend group -- and Three Things you think they could do better. Understood, everypony? And Anon?" Twilight asks. A collective quartet of 'Yes, yep, mmhm, and Sure thing Princess Twilight' are said, though not enthusiastically. Content, Twilight leaves them to begin their weeks studies, of each-other, trotting out of Anons room. Trixie is quick to hop off the couch, Starlight finally taking a breath as the blue pony gets off of her lap. "Well, this was... trivial. If anyone needs Trixie, she shall be practicing her elite routines, until Sunday Night, where she will panic-answer the entire sheet for Monday Morning." Trixie bluntly announces, heading for the door. "Fun. Yeah, I'm gonna... go. Do some stuff. Thanks for hosting, Anon." Starlight follows soon after Trixie, leaving Sunset and Anon alone. The two re-adjust, now claiming equal space on the couch. Sunset has the remote for the TV in her hoof, tapping it on her leg. To actually tackle her assignment early, or to follow Trixie's admirable, slacking path. She glances over at Anon, expecting him to do the same. Instead, she finds him leant over the Coffee Table, already scribbling something down on his own page. She tilts her head. "Didn't expect you to be the get-ahead type." She muses, teasing. He doesn't take the bait. Sunset raises an eyebrow. He always takes the bait. Anon finishes scribbling, holding the paper out towards her, looking away. She takes it, giving him a confused look while putting the remote down. The only section he filled out was under how he felt about her, under 'What she could do better.' Of course, he did, asshole... "Bite Harder... Next Time." Sunset reads aloud. Both awkwardly cough, Sunset joining in on glancing away, both hiding a blush.

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551407

Anon,Starlight Glimmer,Sunset Shimmer,Trixie,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Human,Comedy,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Narcotics,Profanity,Sex,Violence

Ponyville's Pragmatic Posse

An HIE / Anon Romance story involving Starlight Glimmer, Sunset Shimmer and Trixie; the four souls this side of Equestria that share an appreciation for sarcasm, pragmatism, and a healthy dose of being judgemental.

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<p>An HIE / Anon Collection of Stories involving the four most Pragmatic, Sarcastic and Judgmental characters this side of Ponyville; Anon, Sunset Shimmer, Starlight Glimmer, and Trixie.</p><p><b>*Canon Changes:</b> Sunset Shimmer has been living on the Earth that Anon is originally from, instead of a High School AU; so no Equestria Girls. Historians say Starlight and Trixie were &quot;Roommates&quot;.</p><p>Princess Twilight is happy to see... some kind of friendship blooming between her more troubled acquaintances; her &quot;Students&quot;. Only one actually really fit the bill, being Starlight, but the others lived at the Castle of Friendship for their own uses.</p><p>The four have formed a fairly tight, if complex friend group. They don't have too many friends outside of each other, but Twilight is content that they make the effort where they can. Mostly. They argue and insult each-other a lot, for a friend group.</p><p>At first, Twilight thought it was Anon's terrible manners rubbing off on them, considering how the group now heavily uses Earth-related profanities. Until she realized, they all kind of rub off on each-other the wrong way. Anon is an all-around ass. Sunset is willing to ditch everyone else for her own interests. Starlight still thinks she knows better than anyone, and that she's smarter. Trixie is Trixie, still; stubborn, sarcastic and egotistical. Three Ex-Villains, and an Asshole.</p><p>She should probably address that...</p>

mature

2024-02-19T20:17:14+00:00

2024-02-19T20:19:00+00:00

The group was, one again, claiming territory in Anon's room. Twilight watches through the door, having knocked and peeked in a second ago. The TV quietly flickers, showing some movie about cars that go fast, driven by bald men. Good ambience, the volume lower than usual. Speckled around the mini-house, each of the usual suspects is trying to work on their group study, calling out and commenting on things as they try to narrow down how they feel about each-other, and what improvements they could make. Anon was laid back on the bed, holding his paper in the air. Sunset was by the couch, using the coffee table. Starlight was on the floor a few feet from Anon, back-hooves kicking in the air as she lays on her stomach. Trixie was pacing around the entire room, trying to get her brain into motion, dressed in her full regalia; Hat, and Cape. Twilight nods, content to see them actually tackling her lesson. Maybe they'd take this one to heart? She slowly closes the door, off to handle some Friendship tasks for the next few hours. She'd check in on them later. The moment the door clicks shut, all heads in the room snap towards it, waiting. Listening. Sunset turns the TV down even further, as they listen to Twilight's hoofsteps get further. And... gone. All four spring from their places, papers tossed aside as they rush to slide into position around the coffee table. The TV is turned up by Sunset, as Starlight, Anon, and Trixie slowly pull out something from underneath the couch. A ready-to-play Poker game laid out on large, flat tray, decked out with the works. It's quickly placed on the Coffee table, all four taking a spot on the floor around it. Sunset had been introduced to the concept of 'Gambling' during her time on Earth. When she asked Anon bout it, the two took to learning some of the various types of games. This, of course, evolved into an addiction of spending what few bits they had to their names in an ever-revolving door of bit-hogging, all earned through manipulative gambling tactics. Classic Friendship Lesson material, really. Nevermind the fact they barely know how to play. Sunset had been bringing back more and more games, and the group was smitten. Particularly when Bits were involved. "Thought she'd never leave." Sunset huffs, sliding her cards into her hooves. "Trixie knows! Trixie can only idly pace around for so long; even if she does so magnanimously." Blue Ego huffs, her soft blue glow encapsulating her cards. "I wasn't even writing anything, just looking at a blank page, trying to look all inquisitive and shit." Anon snorts, picking up his. He's pulled a gambling visor out of... somewhere. "It looked to me like you were waiting for her to leave so you could use the bathroom." Starlight chides, throwing him a look. "Then the intended effect was had. Thank you for noticing, Starlight." Anon grins. Starlight snorts. "Anyway, ladies -- where were we?" "Getting run for your money." Sunset grins, competitive side flaring again. Cards in hand and hoof, the game is back on. Sunset deals, sliding out a fresh hand to each gambler. A generous 25 bits between each of them, as gazes turn to suspicious, poker faces find their place, and cocky demeanor is in full swing. Dealt cards are pulled close to their chests; Starlight's and Trixie's held by magic, Sunset by hooves, Anon's by hands. Small Blind of 1 Bit, Big Blind of 2 bit. Suspicious glances are thrown; and the gambit begins. Sunset, Trixie, Starlight, Anon. Starlight checks. Anon checks. Sunset checks. A cautious first round. The first three cards roll out. Jack of Spades, 8 of Hearts, 3 of Clubs. Sunset keeps a stern face, eyes roaming over the others. She puts a small bid of 3 Bits. Trixie is already smiling at her cards, before pushing her entire stack forward. "The most Magnanimous Trixie is All In." "Already?" Starlight huffs, rolling her eyes, folding. "... Fuck off, blueberry." Anon folds. Sunset tsks, folding. One of Trixie's favorite tactics; because it was easy. Full-send, and, scoop up the pot when the others don't commit. Trixies pile grows, as does her smug face. "If she keeps doing that, I'm introducing this group to Russian Roulette." Anon grumbles, Sunset smacking his shoulder. Trixie deals, new hands, fresh pot. Trixie's hoard grows. The hands the been dealt haven't been kind for the others, frustration mounting as her smugness continues to grow. While Trixie haughtily laughs to herself, pulling in another small pile, the attrition is showing its wear on the others bit-piles, now a fraction of what Trixie holds. Sunset is stewing over her terrible luck, mood growing more sour by the second. Starlight has mentally clocked out, folding right away without care if her hand isn't good. Which it isn't. So she folds. Anon glares at Trixie, watching her; it's her turn to deal again. "Trixie is surprised! Well, not really -- Trixie is the best -- but, after all... yap yap yap--" Anon has spaced out her words, as Trixie proudly boasts, mostly to show off to Starlight. He leans, whispering to Sunset. "Did we agree to gamble with the illusionist who does card tricks?" Sunset's sour stewing slowly fades to realization. Trixie hasn't had a bad hand all game. They'd either fold to her bluff, or, when they finally confronted her when she didn't all in, she still had good cards. "Bitch." Sunset mutters. "Peep this." Anon says quietly. Sunset raises an eyebrow. "I've gotta piss." Anon announces, pushing himself to his feet. He moves around the table, walking behind Starlight -- who guards her cards, eyeing him suspiciously. Until she see's him step oddly close to Trixie -- and whap, smack the hat right off her head. The room is silent as three, entirely separate packs of playing cards -- one not even matching the type they were using -- pours all over the table and floor. Trixie goes completely still, her smug speech -- which continued un-interrupted past Anon's announcement of needing to urinate -- stopped in its tracks. Sunset and Starlight glare, their cards dropping from their hands. Trixie has gone a few shades paler. "U-uh... perhaps, this can be talked... out? There is, most assuredly, a good explanation in Trixie's mind. Any minute now." Hooves and Knuckles crack. Twilight knocks several times, before pushing the door open; she'd finished with her work, and was excited to see their progress on their reports. Would they have handled the criticism against each-other well? Did they pair-off and ignore the others? Or did they, Celestia forbid, actually handle it properly? Oh. Trixie is splayed across the table, crumpled hat and cape and all. An abhorrent amount of playing cards are splayed everywhere -- with the other three currently building a House of Cards carefully, using Trixie as the base. Twilight purses her lips. This... hm. She closes the door. She'll check again later.

scrungusbungus

551407

Anon,Starlight Glimmer,Sunset Shimmer,Trixie,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Human,Comedy,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Narcotics,Profanity,Sex,Violence

Ponyville's Pragmatic Posse

An HIE / Anon Romance story involving Starlight Glimmer, Sunset Shimmer and Trixie; the four souls this side of Equestria that share an appreciation for sarcasm, pragmatism, and a healthy dose of being judgemental.

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<p>An HIE / Anon Collection of Stories involving the four most Pragmatic, Sarcastic and Judgmental characters this side of Ponyville; Anon, Sunset Shimmer, Starlight Glimmer, and Trixie.</p><p><b>*Canon Changes:</b> Sunset Shimmer has been living on the Earth that Anon is originally from, instead of a High School AU; so no Equestria Girls. Historians say Starlight and Trixie were &quot;Roommates&quot;.</p><p>Princess Twilight is happy to see... some kind of friendship blooming between her more troubled acquaintances; her &quot;Students&quot;. Only one actually really fit the bill, being Starlight, but the others lived at the Castle of Friendship for their own uses.</p><p>The four have formed a fairly tight, if complex friend group. They don't have too many friends outside of each other, but Twilight is content that they make the effort where they can. Mostly. They argue and insult each-other a lot, for a friend group.</p><p>At first, Twilight thought it was Anon's terrible manners rubbing off on them, considering how the group now heavily uses Earth-related profanities. Until she realized, they all kind of rub off on each-other the wrong way. Anon is an all-around ass. Sunset is willing to ditch everyone else for her own interests. Starlight still thinks she knows better than anyone, and that she's smarter. Trixie is Trixie, still; stubborn, sarcastic and egotistical. Three Ex-Villains, and an Asshole.</p><p>She should probably address that...</p>

mature

2024-02-20T10:28:20+00:00

2024-02-20T10:29:25+00:00

Sunset listens as the portal swirls to a close behind her, the pink light splashing over its surface dissipating, returning to the simple mirror. Back in the library, lit by daylight through the windows, she let's out a long, comfortable sigh. Her latest Earth trip; one of her favorite ways to relax. Picked up some new music for her phone; Coffee Shops had free Wifi, so she'd set up and burgle a bunch from them, downloading youtube videos as MP3's. When she lived on Earth longer-term, before moving into the Castle, she had her own place. A job, too. And an Ex; a guy named Flash. She rolls her eyes. It always felt a little odd, not having those things anymore. Equestria was so similar, but also just different enough to cause some pause. It's why she appreciated having Anon around; someone who could actually relate to her feelings on the matter and talk about them. Starlight tried, but she just didn't get the jokes, or the troubles. Trixie borderline couldn't comprehend it, and refused to ever go through the portal, her ego marred. Other Ponies would spend a couple days, at the most, on Earth. It was how she met Twilight, initially; she'd come through the portal, and was working at the same place Sunset was. Of course, Sunset didn't know that until later; and thanks to Twilight, she's actually been able to stay in Equestria again. It's why she's appreciative, and tries to give Twilight less trouble than the others. She spends a moment, trying to think of how she's going to handle todays haul. Usually she gets a few requests, and since she isn't living on Earth full-time anymore, she's slowly working through her savings while living at the Castle. Bag of snacks and human magic tricks for Trixie... no surprise there. Starlight wanted to try getting her hooves on a Phone, like Sunset and Anon had, so she picked her up a decent, used model to toy around with, as well as a few songs. Few game apps, that kind of thing. Actually; what did Anon use his phone for? Speaking of Anon, wanted his usual. A few specific snacks he couldn't find anything similar for, including some he preferred she don't tell the others about. Like Beef Jerky. Learning that Humans so casually ate meat was... odd. Of course, Sunset knew other species didn't have their dietary preferences (and had tried some of the Jerky, forcing Anon to swear to secrecy about the fact she actually kind of liked it). Some updates to his Phone, that kind of a thing. Surprisingly... tame. She thought he'd bug her for like, human magazines or something. Porn. Funny enough, he wasn't the one that asked for that. That would be the one Mare in the Castle had asked for something risqué, and the last one on the list. Princess Twilight; she got her own, discreet bag. On account of Sunset being hush-hushed to bring Twilight that she expected Anon to be asking of her. Namely, Alcohol, this time. A surprising amount. Equestria had booze, sure -- but Human Alcohol Percentages were often double, if not triple Equestrian standard, for comparably the same price. Other times, she'd ask for individual things she couldn't get herself, being too busy. Sunset wrote it off on the idea that being a Princess was probably pretty tough. Long hours or something. She wouldn't give her any lip about it -- though it didn't make publicly buying the stuff any easier, Sunset dismissing the embarrassed hue her face would take thinking about standing in line with half the things Princess Twilight wanted. Anyway, she had deliveries to make. Taking up the bags with her magic, she begins her little route through the castle. Princess Twilight was first; Sunset wasn't going to drag an entire bag of rattling booze through the entire castle. They are politely placed just inside Twilight's room, door shut, as requested. Twilight was always good for it, and if she didn't get repaid directly, Sunset would find it by her room. One down, three to go. Trixie and Starlight are easy enough to find, currently in their shared room. Sunset knocks, and is told to enter -- Trixie has Starlight laid on a table, strapped down, holding a saw aloft herself. Beside them, a box. It's one of those 'Saw them in half through the box' tricks. "Ah, Sunset! You are just in time to witness Trixie's greatest trick! Forget the concealment, hiding the trick behind the box; sawed in half -- in full view! Unheard of!" Trixie boasts, cackling. "Only the great Trixie could accomplish such!" Starlight looks torn between being kind of into this, from the way she's been tied to the table, and looking to Sunset for help, the way her eyes keep staring at the saw. "Trixie -- you said there wouldn't be a saw this time!" Starlight protests, wriggling. "That's just murder, Trixie. Forget that, I've got your stuff. It finally came in the mail." Sunset rolls her eyes, slumping out the bag. Out pours everything a beginner slight-of-hand illusionist would want to use; but, since it was Human in nature, Trixie's eyes widened, believing herself to have stumbled on the new level to her routine. The saw is thrown aside, Starlight exhaling in relief, head thumping against the table. "Remember, Trixie -- you owe me. And I'm not waiting a month for repayment like last time." Sunset warns, waggling a hoof. "Yes, yes, Trixie will remember this time. Probably. Now begone!" Trixie dismisses, waving Sunset away. Sunset stands on her back hooves, crossing her front ones. Glaring. "...Trixie thanks you?" Trixie eventually mumbles, staring up at Sunset. Sunset huffs. Good enough. "Oh, Starlight; got some things for you, too. I'll leave them here in the corner, for when you guys are done with your disguised bondage session." Sunset teases, falling to all fours again, turning to leave. "For me? Thanks Sun-- HEY! IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!" Starlight yells out, before scowling and looking away. "Not yet, anyway..." She mutters. Not like she'd mind if Trixie wanted to do that kind of thing. Problem was, Trixie was very... Trixie holds up a collapsing magicians hat, inspecting it closely. ...content, with how things were already. And not much of an initiator. Leaving the pair to their little fun, Sunset shuts the door. Just leaves Anon. First place to check, his room. Sunset trots down the halls, humming to herself. Good day, so far. Anon's room isn't too far from the rest of the rooms, located down the same hall. Since he asked for a bigger room, though, it wasn't beside the other Mares. Twilight made sure the Castle has enough room for all of them; she's terrifyingly potent with magic. The familiar door to Anon's room looms, one final bag jostling alongside Sunset. She'd often just knock and walk in -- Anon and her were very comfortable with each-other after all. So she does the usual. A quick Knock-Knock, and she turns the handle, stepping inside. "Anon, I got the snacks you..." Sunset smiles, though it starts to fade quite quickly. Anon is sat on his couch, head rolled back. Napping? He's not wearing clothes. Alright, not entirely uncommon; Sunset has walked in on him a few times on accident, recently after a shower or changing or the like. Though the two understood a Human's cultural desires to be dressed, and dislike of being naked, she was probably the only Mare he was comfortable walking around in his underwear or a towel near. ...He's not wearing underwear either. She can see them tossed to the side. His dick is out. And he's holding it. He's rubbing it. Oh Sweet Celestia, Sunset mumbles, he's -- "Huh? Sunset?" Anon freezes, the two locked in eye contact. Anon was jerking off on his couch. Amidst the awkward silence, the bag of goodies floats its way onto his coffee table, slumping over as it's laid across it, spilling its contents. "Got you... some stuff. That you asked for." Sunset swallows quietly, trying her best to not look at it. Not very successfully. She's failed at least three times now. She's seen Human dicks before, sure -- North-American Earth Culture is vividly sexualized, and pornographic images are everywhere, readily available. She never really cared for it, herself. But she hadn't seen one in person. It's her first time seeing his... his Dick. It's so strange, compared to a stallions. There's no... sheath, no flare. Big. "Uh... thanks. Been looking forward, to uh... more Jerky." Anon responds, equally awkwardly. Sunset's mind stifles a joke about how he already had plenty of Jerk-y right here. It was busy with impure thoughts. Anon catches her eyes roaming, and goes to lift one of his legs to cover himself. "Y-You don't have to!" Sunset cuts in, raising a hoof. Anon pauses, giving her an odd look. "...Alright?" "Sorry to interrupt! I'll -- uh... do you want me to come back later?" She quickly stutters. "...You know, people who usually walk in on someone spanking it tend to shamefully exit -- rapidly even?" Anon alludes, raising an eyebrow. "Uh... yeah, you're right." She doesn't turn around yet, though. She catches another glance. Okay, Sunset -- enough. She steels herself, feeling a tinge of shame. Smooth, Sunset. Probably just burnt a bridge with Anon. "Sorry." She coughs, apologizing and heads for the door. Anon is wondering why she's so... interested. They've flirted, sure, but this was brazen. Even someone dense like Anon could pick up the interest. Did she have a thing for Humans or something? The bemusing idea of her having a Human-Sona and a Human Kink crosses his mind, watching her reach the door. Is... she swinging her hips? Is her tail raised higher than usual? Why is he noticing that? Anon tsks, running a new, dangerous idea through his mind. But, he wouldn't leap on it if she hadn't been so... odd about this. Fuck it; if he's wrong, worst comes to worst, he only gets exiled and shamed by Ponyville and everyone he knows, right? Not like he was in the right headspace to make smart decisions, anyway. Little brain was the one thinking. "...Sunset?" Anon calls, tentatively. Sunset pauses, hoof on the partially opened door. She stares at it for a long moment. She wasn't expecting him to call for her. Probably just to say, like... lock the door, right? Hopefully not chastise her for blatantly overstaying. She must have gotten overconfident, being used to hanging in his room with the others. Felt more like a communal space than a private abode. She swallows, nervous, slowly turning. "Y-yeah, Anon?" She responds; but her eyes find Anon in a... much more open pose. He's leant against the arm of the couch, now facing her and the ajar door. His arms draped over the couch, one leg bent and propped on a cushion, the other hanging off the side. He's fully exposed, his... 'Manhood' twitching idly in the air. Sunset'll admit, she's stolen glances of Anon's figure before. Shirtless, in shorts... he had nice legs, nice arms. But she's never had him so brazenly posed. Posed for her? Anon watches her. Waiting for a reaction. She stares, chest breathing heavily. Both of their hearts are pounding, treading very, very new waters for either of them. Anon takes a slow breath, trying to steady unsteadiable nerves. Fuck it. Send it. "Did you... want to watch?" There's a single, short moment of silence between the two. The room is quiet. Sunset's back hoof kicks the door, shutting it, the door rattling; with her still inside. Wide, beautiful emerald eyes flitting between him, and his exposed self, her breath heavy. "...Okay." She nods. They stare at each-other again. Neither moves. "...You going to watch from there?" Anon questions softly. Sunset clears her throat. She glances down at her hooves, as if to still make sure she knows how to use them, before slowly crossing the room. There's a new sway to her hips, that she doesn't normally walk with. All that two-back-hoof walking must be doing something, because she's got some solid flank. She stops a few feet from the couch. A permanent blush is settled on her cheeks, a warmth in her chest. "Is this... close enough?" The words slip from her lips between heavy breaths. Anon's eyes are glued to her face. The way her radiant mane curls softly, effortlessly. "As close as you want." He answers, watching. The moment the words leave his mouth. She gets closer, a step forward. Then, a tentative pause. She weighs something internally. Anon watches her, expectantly. Another step. Both share a stare. Neither breaks it. They're far past embarrassment. Another. Now their gaze falters -- Sunset's shifts lower, trailing down his exposed torso, following the lines of his body. She's barely a foot from him, now; almost how close they tend to stand, when they just hang out. When they relax, when they laugh. Stood between the couch, and the coffee table. Close enough to touch Anon's leg. Sunset slowly sits on her haunches, hooves padding in place. Her gorgeous eyes, glued to his manhood. Trembling with a... taboo excitement. Slowly, quietly, Sunset watches as Anon reaches for himself. His hand starts to stroke it, thumb teasing the head, as Sunset finds her gaze glued to his hands. His dexterous, long fingers, working himself. The same ones that would tussle her mane, poke her side, pat her back. The same ones that could stroke her chin, run through her chest-fur, slide between her... She swallows. She's nervous. A good nervous. A new nervous. As is Anon; something like this was... entirely new, for both of them. Potentially even for their species. Did that make it wrong? But how about how they felt? Did that... make it right? A dollop of pre forms, running down the side of his length, self-lubricating as he gets faster. She inches closer. His smell... his scent. It's heavy, tickling her nose as she breaths. For a species so heavily reliant on their nose, proximity to Anon was always... something. She'd go about her day, normally. Then she'd hang out with him. Then she'd go to bed, thinking of him. But like this? The dial was cranked to 11. She watches him for some time. Having an audience made it a lot easier for Anon than usual. Without 'Material', Anon had to lean on imagination. He'll never admit it, a secret taken to his grave -- but he's had thoughts about most the Mares around the castle; like hell he was ever going to ask Sunset to bring pack porn for himself. But the Ponies didn't exactly have much to work with, either. Except... well, themselves. "...You've been going for a while. Do Humans always last this long?" She softly mutters; though it looks more like a vocal, self-reflective thought than an actual question, the way she continues to stare at him work himself. Now, one such Pony sat in front of him, with soft, near-gold fur, and a multicolored splash of mane. One that he... 'thought of' often. One he'd been thinking of moments prior, actually, before she walked in. Now, watching him. Kneading the ground with her hooves, unable to sit still. Eyes, glued to him. Those gorgeous, emerald eyes. "It's... big." She whispers. Shit -- his body tenses. Anon is... "Sunset, I'm uh --" He groans, hips twitching. "...Close?" Sunset whispers. "Y-yeah. M-might, uh... need you t-to move, so I can grab something to..." Anon finds himself cut off. "To clean up with, right?" Sunset whispers; her tone is lower, she speaks quieter. She's gotten even closer. Anon watches, as Sunset scoots right up to him, close enough that her nose could touch it, if she so much as leans forward. She glances up to him, as if looking for something. "Anon... do you like me?" Sunset asks softly, looking at his eyes. Words aren't happening right now. Anon nods. Of course he does; more than words could find, in this moment or another. Sunset nods, her gaze moving back down. She swallows, clears her throat -- And opens her mouth, strings of saliva connecting her upper and lower lips as her tongue rolls out, hot, unsteady breaths on his member. Her mouth is pointed downward, staring up at him with half-lidded, want-ridden eyes. "Wight Hewr." She says, words slurred from her awaiting maw, tongue slowly wriggling back and forth, patiently. His scent was already deeply familiar to her -- but she wanted to know his taste. She needed to. There's no fucking way in Equestria Anon could hold on after that. Anon grunts, hips bucking -- his cock presses against her tongue, his hand forsaking it to grip the couch. Her tongue is warm, the wetness pleasing, as his member throbs, erupting; directly into her mouth. Sunset makes a surprised huff, which turns to a low moan as his seed spurts across her tongue. She leans forward, putting her mouth around his tip, holding it in her mouth as she swallows. Again. Again. Drinking every drop. Anon's head is rolled back over the back of the couch, a low groan escaping him as he's drained. Finally, he twitches no more. Sunsets tongue slowly slides along the bottom of his slowly softening tip, tracing the edge. She's panting, out of breath, coughing and covering her mouth with a hoof. She didn't spill a drop. "...Shit, Anon, that was fucking hot." Sunset mutters. "Think that's my line..." Anon mumbles. He feels the couch shift, as Sunset climbs up beside him. She makes another testing swallow, clearing her throat, smacking her lips. She leans against his side, hoof to her own chest. "Nm...Salty." She comments, eyes roaming his body. "Yeah, it tends to be." Anon puffs, finally catching his own breath. "Why do you know that?" She asks, throwing him a look. No answer. Instead, Anon leans down, pulling her chin upward and kisses her, deeply. Sunset's eyes widen, before she finds herself returning the kiss. No tongue -- not something either is quite familiar with, but the passion of pressing one against one's other, is intrinsic. Her lips are soft, wet -- and yeah, salty. Sunset pulls away suddenly, stifling a laugh. "Dude, did you just--" Sunset teases, ready to ruin the mood and call him his favorite 'Starts with F, ends with T' word. "Shut up. I'm not thinking straight right now." Anon presses a finger to her mouth. She same one he'd been rubbing himself with. Right against her snout. The smell... Sunset looks down at his finger, a hoof reaching up to grasp his hand. She bites her lip, throwing him a half-lidded stare. "...You know... since I did just do you a... really, big favor and all... maybe there's something you could do for me?" Sunset whispers, playfully. She starts to pull his hand down lower, trailing her underbelly. He gets the idea pretty quickly. Anon's hand slowly traces down her face, fingers brushing through fur; her cheek, her neck, her chest... Sunset makes a low, needy purr, hooves clinging to him as he goes further down. Starlight watches silently from the door. Trixie got distracted with her new toys, so she came by to thank Sunset once she managed to free herself. When she couldn't find her in her room, Starlight assumed Sunset was hanging out with Anon, like they usually do. Human-centric, that pair. She even knocked first, but... it made sense why nobody answered. They were a touch 'distracted'. First Sunset... all of it? And then Anon was now... wow. Must be good for her to make a noise like that. Starlight slowly closes the door, her own breath heavy. Shit, was she into watching? That's new. Might need to talk to Trixie about that.

RunicTreetops

551408

Anon,Discord,Human,Comedy,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Blah Blah Blah, Chaos

It takes a lot to surprise Discord. Somehow, Anon has managed to do just that.

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<p>Ever since they met, Anon has acted strangely around Discord. He's used to this, of course. Being the &quot;Lord of Chaos&quot; means that most creatures prefer to keep a safe distance from him. And for good reason! Reformed though he may be, it'd be foolish to lower one's guard around him.</p><p>Perhaps Discord isn't as good at reading emotions as he thought.</p><hr/><p>Day #6 of Hearts and Hands Week.</p>

everyone

2024-02-13T00:38:19+00:00

2024-02-13T00:38:19+00:00

Discord blinks. It isn’t often that he, the Lord of Chaos, is left completely flabbergasted by someone else. He is supposed to be the unpredictable one. It takes a special kind of someone, a particularly insane action, a wholly unexpected turn of events to render him speechless. Why, then, does Anon offering him a rose make him feel so confused? “Er… what is this supposed to be, exactly?” Anon, who is quite sweaty and red in the face, tries desperately to avoid looking Discord in the eyes, choosing to instead focus on the grass of Ponyville’s local park instead. “I-it’s a Hearts and Hooves Day gift.” “...You’re serious?” “Yes?” “...Hm.” Through the use of what could only be chaos magic, the rose’s stem begins to extend, the bulb being pushed through the air in all manner of twists and twirls like a particularly complex bendy straw before coming to a stop right in front of Discord’s face. He grabs the elongated stem, which then shrinks back to a normal size starting with the bit in Anon’s hands. “I suppose this is the part where I’m supposed to say ‘thank you.’” “You don’t need to say it,” Anon mumbles. “I’m not expecting you to be flattered or anything, I just didn’t want to regret not giving you something.” “What would there be to regret?!” Discord’s body begins to elongate much like the rose just did, slowly twisting downwards and surrounding Anon, but never actually touching him. He stops only when their faces are directly facing each other. “What do you have to gain from getting me something for this stupid holiday?!” “...” Anon says nothing for a moment, though his face grows even redder. When he does speak up, his voice is quiet, barely even a whisper. “I thought that’d be self-explanatory.” “Why this out of the blue?!” In the blink of an eye, Discord turns blue. “You don’t even like me!” If you were to ask literally anyone, they would agree. Anon and Discord aren’t known for getting along, much to the chagrin of Fluttershy. They met shortly after Discord’s “reformation” thanks to Anon’s friendship with Twilight. Moments after being introduced, Anon shook Discord’s paw, smiled, looked him dead in the eyes, and said “if you dare to lay a talon on my friends, I will make being turned to stone look merciful.” Discord was, of course, not even remotely intimidated by the threat. Anon is about twice the height of an average pony and has a fair amount of endurance. Unfortunately, that is where his positives end. He has no magic, he isn’t strong, and most importantly, he couldn’t hold a candle to Discord were they to get into it. However, telling him that would further upset Fluttershy, who immediately chewed Anon out for making assumptions about Discord. So, they bickered every so often, with Anon insisting he was “keeping an eye on him.” Although Anon would be somewhat vindicated when Discord relapsed during Tirek’s rise to power, he never gave Discord any worse than a stern talking to (and a “talking to” he most certainly gave that day). After that, Discord noticed something strange about Anon. They started to converse more and more frequently, and Anon seemed less distrustful as time went on. Discord simply interpreted this as a natural result of them being in close proximity more often than before thanks to their mutual friends. Then, out of the blue, Anon started to grow distant once more. His words were colder, his demeanor more hesitant. He snapped at Discord more often, and while this gave him a good laugh more often than not, it still confused him (and led to more bickering). Fluttershy would typically be required to break up the flushed, angry Anon and the laughing, amused Discord. And now he’s trying to give Discord a rose? For Hearts and Hooves Day? “Th-that’s not true,” Anon mumbles, his eyes darting every which way. “Look, I will admit,” Discord starts as he uncoils around Anon and shrugs four sets of shoulders that he now has for some reason, “that I am new to this whole ‘friendship’ thing.” He makes air quotes with his talons while speaking. “But even I know when someone doesn’t want to be around me!” “I do want to be around you.” Anon’s voice is a bit louder and a bit clearer, but still not exactly confident. “I… I want that a lot, actually.” “Well.” Discord closes his eyes and sticks his nose to the air, then his head begins to stretch higher and higher as he continues to talk. “You sure don’t act like it. I much prefer it when my enemies are open about not liking me. It’s much more fun that way, you know.” “I was nervous, okay?!” Anon finally shouts, causing Discord’s neck to suddenly stop stretching. He looks down a couple dozen feet towards Anon, who continues to stare at the floor. “You’re just… you’re really cool, and when I’m around you, I feel like… not that.” “Cool?” Discord questions as icicles suddenly form along his brow and horns. Slowly, his neck shortens to a normal length, allowing him to get a better look at his human friend, who is still staring at the grass below. “I’ve been called many things, but ‘cool’ is not one of them. I don’t particularly appreciate lies, and believe me,” he growls as a confused frustration becomes more clear on his face, “as a pathological liar, I know when I’m being lied to.” “Then you should know that I’m telling the truth.” Anon suddenly looks up, locking eyes with Discord as his expression hardens. His cheeks are still red, but his eyes are now much clearer and more determined. “You don’t have to be my special somebody or whatever, anyway. Just… just forget it.” Anon clicks his tongue and turns around, causing Discord to teleport in front of him with a snap of his talons. “You’re sending me a lot of mixed messages, you know,” Discord says as two more Discords appear on either side of him and speak in unison. “You like me? You think I’m cool? You think I’m just going to accept this rose while you stomp away like that?” Anon glances at Discord’s paw, noticing that he’s kept the rose in pristine condition even through his near non-stop shapeshifting and reality bending. “You don’t have to. I just said that.” “But, again, what do you hope to gain from me accepting it? Power?” All six of the Discords’ arms puff up with muscle. “Money?” His eyes turn to the Equestrian symbol for bits. “Or is it some kind of prank?” The three Discords suddenly twirl around each other, morphing together and forming one complete Discord once more. “...Actually, that option sounds the most believable.” “For the love of Celestia, I am ATTRACTED to you, Discord!” Discord freezes. Physically this time, as opposed to with icicles. This is the second time now that he’s been left speechless today. “...You wanna run that by me again?” “You’re the worst,” Anon mumbles before locking eyes with Discord once more. “I like you a lot, Discord. I… I didn’t know how to express that. You’re not exactly easy to approach…” Anon begins to trail off, but he slaps his cheeks in an effort to regain his resolve. “I consider you a dear friend, but I’d like for you to maybe be more than that.” Anon’s voice cracks multiple times, but he still manages to squeak out his intentions. “I-if you want.” Yet again, Discord blinks. He’s having déjà vu. Apparently, his first instinct was correct. And that only makes him more confused. “...Well.” Discord clears his throat. Quite literally, as he takes his head off, sticks a mop down his neck, and removes several layers of unidentifiable goop before haphazardly scattering it along the grass and placing his head back where it belongs. “It’s quite presumptuous of you to assume that the Lord of Chaos himself would accept your proposition.” “Yeah, I figured as much.” Anon turns around again, but rather than Discord appearing in front of him, he simply feels a bird-like hand grab his shoulder and stop him in his tracks. He doesn’t look back. “But the Lord of Chaos wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t do the unexpected every now and then.” Anon’s eyes go wide, and he feels his heart skip a beat. “D-does that mean you’ll–” “Oh, goodness,” Discord chuckles as he removes his hand and floats into Anon’s peripheral vision while laying on his side in midair, “take me out to dinner first or something.” “I-I mean… it is Hearts and Hooves Day. I can probably get us a last-minute reservation somewhere if I call up Pinkie.” “That was supposed to be a joke.” Discord’s expression droops (literally). “You’re going to have to get better at recognizing those if this is going to work out.” “You’re really giving me a shot?” “Eh, why not?” In an uncharacteristic move, Discord looks away. Not even he is able to fully hide his increasingly flushed cheeks. “It might make for a nice change of pace. Besides, a free dinner is a free dinner.” “Wait, so you weren’t joking?” “Oh, I was! But now that you’ve offered, who am I to refuse?” Discord teleports directly in front of Anon again, now with two very large bags slumped over either shoulder. “Oh, but I simply must get ready before we go. Pick me up at five!” “I–” “Ta-ta!” Discord snaps his talons one final time and disappears out of sight, just in time to leave Anon reaching out to the open air where he was just floating. “I don’t know how to get to your dimension, though!” After an awkward moment, Anon sighs. Slowly, his anxious, tired expression turns into a relieved smile. An incredulous laugh escapes him, and it takes him some time to compose himself enough to begin making his trek to Sugarcube Corner. If he’s gonna get that reservation, he’d better tell Pinkie as soon as possible. Just that thought alone is enough to get him laughing again. Finally, after all these months… He managed to tell Discord how he feels.

CaioCoia

551413

Discord,Main 6,Other,Spike,Adventure,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity

Total Drama Chaos: Spike's Adventure

Because one of his best friends made a bet with him. Spike embarks on Total Drama Island, facing chaos and forming unexpected bonds. Will he triumph amidst challenges, friendship, and budding romance?

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<p>Because of a stupid idea, Spike finds himself at the center of a wager with Discord, the mischievous spirit of chaos. Transformed into a human and thrust into the chaotic world of Total Drama Island, Spike must prove his adaptability and survival skills to win the bet. As the competition unfolds, Spike faces challenges both physical and emotional, relying on his wit and determination to navigate the trials of the reality show.<br/>As Spike's journey on Total Drama Island unfolds, his loved ones follow his progress with a mixture of concern and curiosity. Each challenge he faces serves as a reminder of his bravery and determination, inspiring those who care about him to confront their own fears and insecurities. And when the times of episodes comes in... his friends and family gather together, united in their support for the courageous dragon-turned-human who dared to embark on his own adventure.</p><p>In the end, whether Spike emerges victorious or not, his journey serves as a testament to the power of friendship, resilience, and the indomitable spirit of adventure. And as he returns to Ponyville, his friends and family greet him with open arms, knowing that no matter what challenges lie ahead, they will face them together.</p><p>Will he only create friendship around that show? Or would have something more in the new dimension he is going to be?</p>

teen

2024-02-13T15:49:36+00:00

2024-02-14T00:07:58+00:00

The castle of friendship, where usually all the ponies cross around Ponyville to witness one of the most known places around the neighborhood. A castle formed from a tree made of Crystal was an iconic place for everypony could witness the princess of Friendship: Twilight Sparkle, talking and debating her projects with the idea of developing The School of Friendship. But on some occasions at night, especially on Thursdays, there was just one reason why it would be so special at night. “OHOOOOOO, GUYS NIGHT.” Discord used his own magic to explode himself and create a lot of fireworks in the middle of the room of the friendship. As a Lord of the Chaos, he always found good amusement in going into his own imaginary and magical adventures when it comes about two of his best friends. Big Mac and Spike, the trio who would always make some amazing challenges while using his own magic to try to make sure the dice would be in their favor, or misfortune for their own future internal jokes. As he dressed himself to his iconic hunter attire, he was ready to make everything… And then something was wrong… Instead of seeing his own friends always laughing and cheering for his supreme presence, there was only the darkness and emptiness around the friendship castle. "Where the heck is everybody?" Discord said as he floated around the main room, knowing that he would be disappointed since nobody was around, that was absurd. "There is no way they forgot. I'm even checking on my schedule." Discord said as he looked at the calendar from his ear, showing that it was marked on Thursday, and even had a note writing Guys night in bold letters. Discord was almost on the verge of shouting in anger until he heard some hummings crossing around the hall, and immediately Spike appeared holding one of his iconic Power Ponies comics with him. "Let's see, I think I have some emerald dip in chocolate in the kitchen..." Spike was flying without looking at the lord of chaos in the same room as him... Spike was so happy that he was ready to read another great work... until he stopped in mid-air, and blinking slowly he turned his head towards his friend who was staring at him with his arms crossed. "Discord, that's nice to see you, what is the occasion today?" Discord snorted, as he was deeply hurt that his friend forgot one of the most sacred days to ever exist in the whole Equestria's history. The night guys. "Oh nothing much, just a bit shocked that my friends forgot that today was supposed to be the guy's night and they are not ready with the campaign and the snacks on the table," Discord said as he immediately looked with his chimera face covered in the red color of anger... Spike blinked, as he tilted his head... "But today Big Mac is visiting Sugar Belle's hometown to spend a whole month with her on Hearth's and Hooves Day. We tried to tell you that we would put the campaign on hiatus since he wanted to pass the time with his special pony. But you aren't around. So we told Fluttershy about it and she told us that she gave the message to you." Spike commented as he didn't understand how the chaotic lord forgot about such a sudden message. "Did she forget to tell you?' Discord raised his hand to try to argue, but no words came to his mouth... He quickly took a scroll from his pocket, and with a snap turned himself to his secretary. And with the files and files of papers, he examined that it was one of the days he was having a tea party with Fluttershy, and she told him about Big Mac leaving the town for a few weeks... Discord was too distracted, as he was playing golf and using birds as balls and bats. "Oh...ohhhhhhhh." Discord remembered, and with a quick facepalm, he never felt so much disappointment to forget about such a silly thing. "Hmm, well, I could teleport him to make the campaign work, but from the last Heart and Hooves day guy's night, that roleplay was a bust when he isn't focused on the game. How great." "Oh don't be like that Discord," Spike gave a smile to his friend, as he gave one of his comics to the lord of chaos to start reading it. "Why don't you join me for a comic reading night? I'm going to read all my collection of Power Ponies and I'm going to enjoy a very nice me time." "You are alone? What happened to Twilight and Starlight? Shouldn't they be around here?" Discord asked as he floated around Spike who was still in the direction of the kitchen. "Oh, they are here," Spike said as he opened the kitchen and gave a glass of chocolate milk to his friend, who gladly drank it. "Twilight is preparing herself for the summer vacation at the school of friendship. Since Twilight is always excited to make personal studies and even pass around our family. And Starlight is planning a trip with Sunburst and Trixie for a new time around somewhere." "Oh do tell. So in the end this summer would be just vacations around the school of friendship? Time to visit the family? Have some adventures." Discord said as he turned his own clothing to make himself presentable for vacations from school. "I have to say the first year of school of friendship was very chaotic, and I'm so proud of you all." "Yeah, yeah. I understand. Cozy Glow really made chaos and now she is prisioned on Tartarus. I got it." Spike said as he rolled his eyes and even started chewing an emerald. "So what would be your plans for this summer time?" "Well, since you asked nicely. I plan to invite Fluttershy to my lovely home to watch something you may have heard before. It's called television." Discord commented that the baby dragon nodded his head to him. "Oh yeah, I remember seeing some in the human world. That was a nice feature to watch some shows... Oh yeah, maybe I should visit my sister Sunset Shimmer in the future. Just to see how she is holding on to the human world." Spike said in amusement, and Discord scoffed to himself. "Spike my dear friend, what I'm going to do it's beyond that. I'm going to show my dear Fluttershy, the television of the chaotic world, where the most chaotic shows happen and even the best entertainment would be chaotic." Discord said as he even showed a paper showing a few humans on it. "I have a friend in one universe who says that he is going to host a new show, which will be a group of teenagers inside of an island where they would have to learn to survive in the camp while doing any crazy challenge for them to remain in the group and the winner of the reality show would win 100 thousand bits... Which would practically be 250 thousand bits." "250 THOUSAND BITS?" Spike shouted in alarm and in surprise and whistled in admiration. "Wow, to have such a quantity of money, anypony oh, I mean any human would be interested in participating in the challenge. Later can you show me the best scenes?" "Sure, but hey, what about you? What are you going to do around the vacation? Since Twilight is preparing to see the family and plans the future class of the school of friendship I think you would be preparing to do something similar to do around Equestria?" Discord asked while he was wearing a Hawaiian shirt as he could see his friend going around Canterlot and visiting his... "Not at all. I'm planning to stay at the castle this summer." And just like that the cheerful mode from the Lord of Chaos just popped from existence. And like a deflating balloon, he then stares at his friend who shrugs on that. "I mean, I made the perfect execution, and until yesterday I managed to take a trip to Cristal Empire, see Shining Armor, Cadance, and Flurry Heart, spent 2 days with them, and immediately went to Canterlot to see both my families, firstly vising the castle of Canterlot to see mom and aunty Loona, passed a week with them, and the next week I passed with my adoptive parents Twilight Velvet and Night Light. It was a whole month running around, and Twilight was so distracted that she forgot to visit them. So I have immunity against the scolding of the family, and they are aware of my plans." Discord had his mouth dropped, as his mind was like a pinball machine until the brain showed the light sparkling letters. TILT in red... And immediately shaking off the pinball marbles from his head. And then with a good arm, he crossed around the baby dragon's neck. "Spike, my great friend and pal, I have to say, while I love learning about your chaotic family tree, which by the way is amazing and I'm proud of knowing that you are royalty in three degrees." Discord gave a chef kiss on his claws, even knowing the little dragon rolled his eyes at him. But then Discord gave a disappointed sigh on him. "But I have to say, staying in the castle around the whole summer break? I expected better from you. Without guys' night? We could have made a whole month with campaigns... But knowing Big Mac would be out a lot. This is going to be a boring experience." Spike was munching his gems when he could see his friend was disappointed with his plans... And glancing at his comic he couldn't help but sigh. "I know Discord, but I worked a lot around helping Twilight and the others for the whole time. And even went around to meet my family and even went on adventures together, however, what I wanted was just a little time for me." Spike knew he needed to be honest with his friend since everyone seemed to be happy to get time for themselves, he just wanted to relax and have time just for him. "And I admit that while I will be alone over here, you don't need to be worried about me, I have a lot of books to look at and even some recipes that I would also try, and even plan future campaigns for the Guys night when the month is over. But I think it will be a good time for me." "Are you sure?" Discord for the first time on that day showed a bit of concern because the plans of the baby dragon showed a flaw that he hated most. "Because your plans sounded so boring... Are you sure that you don't want to watch television with me and Fluttershy?" "Nah. I know that you want to have a good time alone with Fluttershy, so I don't want to intrude on that." Spike dismissed the thought, knowing that Hearts and Hooves Day would also be important for Discord to have a very lovely time with the shy mare. And he never would be that kind of friend to make himself to stop the couple from the shy and the chaos would have their time alone. "And also, from the chaotic shows you would have, I don't think it would fit me." "What do you mean by that?" Discord said as he raised his eyebrows. "From what I remember, from all your adventures around Equestria, since the time you became a hero... Oh, I mean the great and Glorious, and even became dragon lord just for a few seconds, but also a diplomat for many nations of Equestria. But when it comes to watching television, you said that my taste of shows would be it wouldn't fit you?" "Oh come on Discord, don't be like that. I mean, you are just telling about a show of humans who would try to win 250 thousand bits, and only grandma's Faust would know what they would have to do still being in the game." Spike shrugged as he was reading his comic book already, making the Lord of Chaos raise his eyebrows to him. "I think I wouldn't have the courage to even go inside of a show like that." And with that comment, a light bulb appeared above Discord's head, and then smiled, both proudly like a good Samaritan, but also evil because he wanted to see the outcome. "Oh do tell... You know what? I think my friend would love to hear that." The lord of the Chaos commented and with that Spike's eyes went wide open. "No, I know what are you thinking. No. I'm not going to do that." Spike placed his comic book on the stand and could see the smile from the Draconiques who had a very chaotic idea on his mind. "Come on Spike, anything would be better than expending your time alone in the castle. Why not think of that on your friendship mission?" Discord said as he could see his dragon friend with his eyes twitching. "Also, this could be a great idea for you to learn more adaptability and even try to hook up with someone on Heart's and Hooves Day." "Pff, now I can see where are you going." Spike rolled his eyes, since he appreciated his friend to want him to go on into whatever Discord was planning, he had everything he wanted. Well, almost. "I know that Rarity having a coltfriend now messes up a few my plans, but we became very good friends, and I'm fine with being alone into Hearts and Hooves Day. If I wanted I could go to Dragon Empire to see Ember or even go to Changeling Hives to see Thorax, they would be happy to see me." "But my dear Spike, Ember is going to pass her time with Thorax and Phanrix since they plan to even go to Las Pegasus to have a very romantic time there..." Discord pointed out, which made Spike freeze and then facepalm. "Oh yeah, I forgot they told me about their plans. But hey, another reason to stay inside of the castle." Spike said happy with himself, but then he saw Discord glaring at him. "Oh come on, what do you want from me?" "How about a bet?" Discord said as he took a letter with him, and gave it to Spike. "You are going to this show, and have a chance to win 100 thousand dollars, and if you win the show. You can have a wish, you can ask anything you want from me, no questions asked. And I would snap my fingers and it would be done." Spike raised his eyebrow but looked at his friend. While he has a very good amount of bits since he likes to receive allowance from both his mom Princess Celestia, and even as his salary of personal assistant for his adoptive sister Twilight Sparkle, he already has 250 thousand bits. But having the double quickly like that would help him to buy even a cosplay of a modified version of Power Ponies. But what brought attention most... was Discord's wishes, one thing the Lord of Chaos always knew, is that whenever you ask favors, he would see if there was something funny to do to twist the snap of the fingers and make the chaos around... But when Discord makes a wish, he does it without any second intentions, and anything crossing from the chaotic imagination of ponies and dragons would happen as the will of Discord. It was a very tempting offer... But everything good also has something bad behind it. "So what happens if I lose?" Spike knew that every bet should have something he would need to pay for Discord, and seeing the genuine smile coming from the Lord of Chaos, he knew a good thing wasn't. "Oh, my dear Spike, if you somehow lose the game, or even desire to quit it. Then you must accompany me as one of my chaotic plans and act as my sidekick just for one day. Which means, if I get caught, you would receive the blame for it." Discord chuckled evilly, and Spike could see the potential disaster of that. "Are you bucking seriously? If you play a prank on my mom or even the other princesses, you know that she would ground me in a way that I would need to be wearing the most uncomfortable suit for the whole month." Spike said glaring at his friend who gasped fakely. "Whoa, that lovely suit which makes you itchy?" Discord said as he then showed a picture of Spike having a terrible time on Hearth's Warming which was hilarious to see at that moment. "Well then, you better not lose the show if you want to take the bet." Spike grumbled as he was annoyed to see his friend wanting so much for him to participate... But he couldn't help but admit, it was a tempting challenge, but it would also be a good time to return to the human world... Wait a second. "So if I go into the human world, wouldn't I become a dog which would be a terrible idea?" Spike asked but then he felt his mouth zipped from the magic of chaos, and Discord felt happy to see his friend already getting interested in the game. "Oh, don't worry about it. If you accept the bet, you will be there as a human, but you also would have your iconic dragon magic since I cannot change that... However, there would have a lot of restrictions I would use to make sure that you would fit in on that universe, to make sure that they wouldn't know about us." Discord said as he removed his head, and launched like an explosive which created a chalkboard in front of Spike with a lot of notations around it. "Pay attention now Spike, well, to make sure that you would fit in, your internal dictionary would need to change as well, since in that world, just like from the world of your sister, humans don't say everypony, or places like Manehattan and Ponyville. Thankfully your sister's human world is known as Canterlot, so that means that you can say the name of your born... it would be confusing, yes, but it would make people interested in the city you live." Spike tilted his head, but even unable to talk back, he immediately was pointed at the pictures he had with his friends, photos of Twilight as Princess and owner of School of Friendship, and even pictures of Shining Armor and Princess Cadance... Suddenly were changed into human forms as Discord would explain. "Also, I would change the words around the professions and how your family is, to fit the description of your story. This also means, that everything you would say about their professions and pictures you would show in case you want, would be changed to fit the description of the way it looks similar, so don't be alarmed when you describe it would look differently than you would want to say." Discord explained, which made Spike even more confused and made the draconequus roll his eyes. "You will understand that later. But now, I also want you to enjoy it... it's going to be chaotic? Yeah, but since you have been friends with me, you need someone to buck as well. I think you deserve time for yourself, but never alone... I have been on that statue for a thousand years... So I think I know that it's never good to be alone, so I want you to win... I'm cheering for you." Discord snapped his fingers, and Spike saw all the luggage with everything he had in his bedroom, and an odd collection of clothes... but he had never seen these kinds before, but from the ticket... it came from Carousel boutique, which means Rarity did that... So he glanced at Discord who rolled his eyes. "Come on, you know that Sunset also has a Rarity, and she had good clothing which I think would be good for you. Also, I already sent your Audition tape which was a humanized version of your application on the show. And from the way I'm receiving a lot of messages from my horn... it seems Chris laughed so hard that he is ready to make you sign the contract to participate in the show..." Discord said so quickly that it took a few seconds for to Spike process the words, and then taking out the zip from his mouth, Spike glared at Discord who gave a piece of paper him... "Also I recommend you to read it before signing." "I didn't say I was in yet," Spike said angrily, but the unamused glance from the Lord of Chaos, made him grumble something while he took the contract from his hands. And having a few minutes reading the contract, and doing another double of minutes just to read the fine print, he then gave a glance to the Lord of Chaos. "Wait, it says that if something happens and if there isn't a winner in the season, we would be obliged to participate the season 2. Discord, this summer break would end on the whole month. And it says here it would be 8 weeks. There is no way I could participate." "Time distortion Spike, one of the best rules of chaotic relativity," Discord said as he also looked impatient at his friend. Which made the baby dragon blink, but also accept the explanation. "In case you would need to be in the whole season 1 or 2, I can make it so that your whole adventure would turn at the entire month since I know me and Fluttershy are going to enjoy you and cheer for your victory. In case it would need season 2, then it means the bet would treat you as a winner. And give you another chance for you to win the double or nothing in season 2. So it would be a win-win situation for you in case you win." Spike remained quiet, and with the explanation of his friend, he knew Fluttershy would be disappointed with him in case Discord cheated his victory... So accepting with a nod, he decided to sign the contract with his feather. And Discord was happy with the outcome... "But I want you to explain to Twilight and everyone who is going to look for me, that I'm still going to have my vacations, and you are the one who had to deal with the situation in case my relatives want to give a message to me, you are going to explain to them that I'm going to be out for the whole month okay?" Spike knew that he may have made a terrible decision, but also a little part of him got a bit excited with the idea of a whole new adventure. "Well, when I should go? Let me guess... now?" "Oh, you know me so well..." Discord said as he snapped his fingers... And with that, a gulf of fire ball of magic, made Spike feel filled with power and immediately teleport from the dimension he was in... to somewhere unknown... A place where only he will find out when he wakes up. "Well, I'm an awesome friend." Discord smiled as he checked the messages from Chris Maclain. Ready for season 1 of his new show... And Discord was excited, to see how his friend would deal with a chaotic dimension, where challenges would wait for him, friendships, fights, and even love, he was getting excited since he knew he and Fluttershy would have a great time watching Spike. He smelled the chaos and the remains of his friend... The chaos was a good way to start a new story. (The Total Drama Island) At the dock, a man in his mid-thirty smiled at the camera with a grin, "Yo! We´re coming at you life from Camp Wawankwa! I'm your host, Chris McLean." He paused to let it sink in before speak up, "Dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television, right now!" Chris walks down the dock as if he was on a stroll, "Here's a deal, 22 campers have signed up to spend eight weeks right here at this crummy old summer camp." He halts his stroll in front of the camp sign, "They'll compete in challengers against each other then have to face the judgments of their fellow campers." Chris paused for a bit, "Every three days, one team will either win a reward or watch of their team member walk down the dock of shame and take a ride on the loser ship, never coming back...Ever!" He grinned, gesturing the dock. (Campfire site) "Their fate will be decided here at the dramatic campfire ceremonies," Chris thumbed at the campfire site, "Where all but one camper will receive a marshmallow." He grabbed a stick with a marshmallow and take a bite before tosses away, "In the end, only one will be left standing and will be rewarded with a cheesy tabloid fame and a small fortune," Chris pulls a treasure crest out of nowhere before whispered to the camera with a light chuckle, "Let's face it, they will blow it off in a week or so." (Dock) Chris returned to the dock, "Every moment will be caught on one of hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp. Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out here right now…" He takes a deep breath as he pointed at the camera with a grin, "TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND!" (After the theme song) "Welcome back to Total Drama Island." Chris beamed, "All right, it's time to meet our vic...*cough* eh, I mean campers. We told them they's all be staying at a five star resort," Chris chuckled, "So if they seem to be pissed off, that's probably why." As if it was on cue, the first ship was pulled up and Chris turn to face the first camper with his infamous grin, coming out from the boat with a luggage was a rather short girl with brown hair in a side pony tail. She had braces and thick glasses which Chris recognized which camper was the first."What's up, Beth!" The farmer girl suddenly squealed as she tackled Chris in sequel, causing him to give her a weird look. "It's so incredulous to meet you!" Beth then blinked as she noticed something about the host of the show. "Wow, you are much short in real life." "Uh… Thanks?" Chris muttered with his raised eyebrow, not liking the commented made by the first contestant. But then he glanced to see a giant bulky looking dude wearing a white cap, a dark green shirt with white highlights on the neck, sleeve, waisline with the shirt having an orange D on the center of it as well as short jeans and sandals. The Jamaican walking up to him with a duffle bags and greeted him, "DJ." "Yo, Chris McLean. How's it going?" DJ gave a Chris a high five before glancing at the scene, "Hey, you sure you got the right place here? Where's the hot tub at?" DJ asked the host, only to hear him confirming that it was the right place, "Hmm...Look a lot different on form…"He muttered, carrying his bags to other side of the dock while glancing around. Another boat came up to the dock and from this one was a goth girl, she wore a black shirt that exposed a small bit of her belly as well as lacking the neck area with blue and green sleeves. She wore a black and midnight blue skirt with a long black boots and dark gray stockings that went all the way up of her head. She had black eyes, teal lipstick and black hair with teal streaks. "Hey, Gwen." The host greeted the goth girl receiving a sigh in response. "You mean we're staying here?" Gwen jerked her head at the rundown cabins. Chris chuckled, "Oh, yeah! By the way, my crib is this trailer with A.C." "I didn't sign up for that!" She growled. "Actually, you did." Chris smirked, proudly showing the contracts before Gwen grabbed it and tored itself apart, "...Good thing about lawyer is… that they make a lot of copies." Chris gave a victorius smile as he watched Gwen growling again before picking up her bags. "I'm not staying here!" She narrowed her eyes, but that didn't phase the host since he likes to always have the final word. "You sure? That mean you have to swim back since your boat just left." Chris pointed towards the boat who honked as it left the island. Leaving the poor goth girl unable to leave. "Great…" Gwen murmured with sarcasm as the next boat pull over with a boy wearing a pink vest that showed off his chest, showing he had an eight pack, along with a cowboy hat with some blond hair coming out of it, a bead neck, short blue jeans, and sandals. When the boat reached the dock, the teen jumped off the boat with his suitcase being thrown on the dock. "Wassup, Chris. It´s an honor to meet you, man!" The party boy greeted the host with fistbump. "Geoff-ster! Welcome to the island, man!" Chris smiled as he gave the contestant a fistbump which it was already a great sign of him liking the camper on the show. "Thank, man!" Geoff grinned, smiling in optimist of the new show he is going to participate. Gwen was getting sickened of seeing both party boy and sneaky host talking together. "If they say 'man' one more time, I'm gonna puke." Gwen whispered to DJ and Beth, earning some concern looks from them. "Everyone, that is Lindsay." Chris looks at the dock again before introducing the new camper to other campers. The fifth boat showed a beautiful looking girl with a super model-like body. She is a blonde bombshell with a bandana around her head. She wore a red top under a brown sleeveless shirt with some of her belly exposed, a short orange skirt and brown feel boots with stars on them. Walking towards them and waving to everyone with a smile. Chris took the opportunity to whisper nearby the camera. "Not too shabby, eh?" Lindsay walked towards at the host and then have something to point out. "You look so familiar." The blond girl pointed as the host grinned at her. "I'm Chris McLean." Chris proudly said his name, but then he noticed that the newest camper just blinked and stared at him with a confuse expression on her face. Which made him try another approach. "… the host of this show?" "Oh, that's where I know you from." Lindsay pointed as she was now feeling excited which made the host looks dumbfounded at her. "Um… Yeah…" Chris blinked as he was having an understanding that maybe all the applications of some of the people who wants to participate was in fact true, so he would need to find a way to deal with this kind of difficulty for the sake of the viewers. Lindsay walk towards the group while some before murmured about her not being the bright light on the bulb. The next participant was a girl with long light black hair, gray eyes. Wearing a dull red shoulder less top with straps around her neck, short-shorts and black open toed high tops. "Heather." Chris greeted as he could see Heather walking forward, with a scowl on her face as Beth walked up to her. "Hi!" Beth greeted, a little bit of spit coming towards to Heather making her recoil and snarl in disgust. "Looks like we're your new friends, for the rest of the next 8 weeks!" Before any words could be said, a punk rock music was heard over the next boat coming towards them. And at the moment the next camper came, it was shown a boy wearing black low-cut hair with the top of his head being in the style of a mohawk that was dyed greed. He had a unibrow and piercings on his face, nose and ears. He had a small black beard and wore a spike collar, a black shirt with a skull on the center and bone white sleeves and highlight around the waist. He also had blue jeans and red and white sneakers. "Duncan! Dude." Chris introduced the punk as Duncan who approached the host with anger on his eyes and raising a fist. "I don't like, surprises." Duncan said to Chris threatened with a scowl, palmed his fist. "Yeah, your parole officer warned me about that, man." Chris chuckle completely unfazed by his actions. "He also told me to give him a holler anytime and have you send back to juvie." Duncan took a long breath through his nose before simply accepting the fact he was there. "Okay, then." Duncan then took his bag and walked towards the end of the dock which he meet the group and eyed Heather for a bit. "Meet you by the campfire, gorgeous." "Drop dead, you skeez." Heather told Duncan in a rude manner. Heather was already feeling the desire to kill someone on that point. She walked towards Chris. "I'm calling my parents. You cannot make me stay here!" Chris response was simply grinning towards her and show the contract with was enough to make Heather angry. Meaning that she can't leave any time until it was the time she was eliminated. The next boat approached with a honk which made everyone turns their heads watching the newest camper not coming from the boat, but actually riding it, by using water ski. He was using a red track suit, a red and white headband, brown hair and eyes, and basketball shoes. "Ladies and gentleman! Tyler!" Chris introduced the sportist guy who waved but then ended up causing him to lose his grip on the handle of the rope and for him to flip throught the water at high speeds, hiting the dock and crash right into the pile of luggage with one bag splashing the lake. Everyone winced at Tylers wipeout with Heather being the only one to get splashed by the water causing her to look down at her footwear. "UGH, MY SHOES!" Heather yelled as water dripped off her body. "Wicked wipeout. Man!" Chris yelled to Tyler who fist rose up from the luggage pile and gave a thumbs up seeing that he was fine. DJ and Geoff grinned at each other and also giving thumbs up… Gwen rolled her eyes as she was already feeling tired to be there. And that was the first day. Chris chuckled a little before he heard a loud breathing behind him. The host turned around to see the next camper behind him. A skinny ginger with a few beard hairs and glasses over green eyes. He wore a blue shirt that had a picture of a burger on it and a bright green highlights on the sleeves and neck area. He also seemed to have a light red long sleeved shirt underneat. He had dark green pants and white shoes with blue and green strips and he was carrying a keyboard and a suitcase. "Welcome to camp, Harold." Chris greeted the skinny teen. Harold didn't respond since he was looking around the area to make sure if he got the right idea. But his silence was doing enough to start creeping out the others. "What's he looking at?" Beth asked to the other campers, only to get shrugs as response and a few shivers. "You mean this show is at this crappy summer camp and not on some big stage?" Harold asked which Chris already knowing what the nerd was going to say next, so he nodded at him. "YES! That's more favorable to my mad skills." Chris shuddered a bit as Harold walked towards his fellow campers before another boat coming towards them. Which was the conestant number 10. A boy carrying a guitar case and wearing a backpack. He had a black hair and green eyes and wore a light green shirt with a black hand print in the middle with came sleeves. He also had a black pants and green shoes with dark green stripes. "Contestant number ten is Trent." Chris enunciated as Trent came towards him with a fist bump. "Hey, good to meet you man." Trent replied as he gave a sequel of fist bump two times. "Saw you on that figure skating show. Nice work, man." "Hey, thanks man." Chris said to Trent as he went to go meet up the fellow campers. Chris was proud in one of those works. "I knew I rocked that show!" "I saw that." Beth said as she understood which show they were talking about. "One of the guys dropped his partner on her head. So they got an immunity that week." "Lucccckyy." Harold said as he looked at Beth. "I hope I get dropped on my head." "Me too!" Lindsay said as she also planned to use anything to have an opportunity of immunity, while the other looked weirdly at the nerd and the blonde staring at them if they are a crazy bunch of mad people or just stupid. "So, this is it…" Trent said as he looked around over the other 9 camps, and smiled as he counted the quantity of the campers excluding himself from being the number 10. And seeing clearly each contestant specially Harold sticking his finger in his nose he got weirded out. "Aaaaaalll righty, then." Trent then stood himself next to Gwen and gave her a grin. Gwen scowled and looked away at first, but when Trent looked forward, the goth girl found herself smiling and peaking at the boy next to her. Actually enjoying his company. And then the next boat passed by, and with this one appeared a girl with light blond hair tied up in a long point tail and green eyes. She wore a light blue hoodie that showed off a small bit of her stomach and jeans that went halfway down her was also carrying a very big surfboard. The boat left her on the dock which she grabbed her bag but without taking out her own surfboard nearby her. "Hey, whats up?" She asked the host with a calm smile on her face. "All right, our surfer chick, Bridgette, is here." Chris introduced the surfer girl in front of him, with Geoff in particular smiling quite a bit at her arrival. Duncan looked at the surfboard and snorted, he looked at Bridgette and said in sarcasm. "Nice board. This ain't Malibu, honey." "I thought we were gonna be on a beach." Bridgette explained her reasoning as she brought the surfboard with her. "We are!" Chris gestured his hand to the surrounding beach. Everyone looked to see the beach of the camp was littered with trash as a seagull caught in trash as dragged away by the tide of wave. Bridgette sighed at the poor quality of the beach. "Great." She said sarcastically as she noticed that she didn't like the outcome. "All right! That makes-" Chris was in the middle of the sentence until he got hit on the head by Bridgette's surfboard as the light blond walked over to the other ten campers. "Owww, darn it! That hurts!" "Hey guys." Bridgette greeted her fellow campers. "Hey!" Geoff grinned as he quickly introduced himself to her. "I'm Geoff!" "What's up." Bridgette asked as she turned to Geoff causing the few campers nearby her ducking to avoid getting hit by the board like Chris a few seconds ago. "Dang!" Harold said as he narrowly avoided the board. "Watch the board, man." "Hi! I'm Beth!" And by sheer ignorance of not knowing the outcome of presenting herself towards someone with a surfboard on her hands. She introduced herself to the surfer girl. "Hey." Bridgette said to Beth while turning to the shorter farmer girl causing everyone to duck again to avoid get hit by the surfboard. "Okay, we've all met surfer girl." Heather had enough to activity of avoiding being hit by the blond surfer, so she rolled her eyes and made a point, as she finished wringing out her hair. "Can we get on with the show, please?" "Looks like someone missed their double cappuccino macchiato this morning," Duncan smirked as he saw the type of girl Heather was. So he knew how to provoke then in the easiest way as possible. "Get bent." Heather glared at the delinquent which was exactly the response he was expecting from her. "Our next camper is Noah." Chris said with a toothy smile, as he saw the kid stepping onto the dock. The kid was a skinny boy with slightly dark skin, brown hair, and brown eyes. He wore a red sweater vest over a collared short-sleeved shirt with a white long-sleeved shirt underneath. He had olive green jeans and shoes with darker green and white strips. "You got my memo about my life-threatening allergies?"Noah asked as he walked forward. "I'm sure someone did." Chris told Noah while pointing two fingers at him. Totally implying that he didn't care about the contestant healthy problems. "Good. Is this where we're staying?" Noah asked while pointing to the crappy campsite, his tone was very sarcastic. "No, it's your mother's house." Duncan told Noah while cracking his fist, already eager to have a brawl with the nerd who seemed to be snarky. "And we're throwing a party." "Cute. Nice piercings original." Noah said sarcastically, not at all threatened by Duncan. "Do them yourself?" "Yeah!" Duncan then harshly grabbed Noah's lip and pulled out a needle. "You want one?" "Uh no thanks. Can I have my lip back please?" Noah asked, still not threatened by Duncan. Which the delinquent rolled his eyes and let go Noah's lip with the camper's expression unchanged. "Thanks." "What's up, ya'll?" A loud voice got everyones attention as they looked to the next boat and saw the next camper coming at them. As they all saw a black girl with a beige shirt with a kumquat pattern across the chest area. Her black hair was in a thick and big ponytail and she had hoop earrings, jeans, and brown flats. Harold gasped as he admired her. "Leshawna's in the house." The newest camper stepped on the dock and came directly at the host just to give a high five. "How's it going? Feel free to quit now, save yourself the trouble cause I came to win." Leshawna said confidently before walking up to DJ and give a high five him as well. "Oh, what's up my brother, give me some sugar, baby!" Harold then popped up next to Leshawna and looked her over a bit. "I've never seen a girl like you in real life before." This caused a reaction that mostly people with a good sense would see it coming. "Excuse me?" Leshawna asked with her hands on her hips. And without thinking twice to rethink his words. Harold dug even further his own grave. "You're real big," Harold said while spreading his arms apart from each other for emphasis. "And loud." "What did you say to me? Oh, no you didn't!" Leshawna then stomped up to Harold while she glared at him with hatred of 1 thousand suns, ready to tear apart the stupid boy who didn't think the right words to say the girl who just assumed that he called her fat. "You have not see anything yet! I'll show you big, baby!" DJ, Bridgette quickly went to hold Leshawna back as Harold dind't think he was being challenged by the black girl. "Oh yeah, you want some of this? Well, come on then!" Harold full of confidence made a Kung Fu pose as he was ready to fight for his life. "All right, campers! Settle down." Chris scolded the teens causing them to back up and stop their fighting. Leshawna finally let up and stopped trying to attack Harold, which the boy smiled sheepishly at the girl who was still peeved over him. Once the conflict was over, another boat came up to the dock and dropped off not one but two girls. They were boht dressed the same black and white stripped tops, pink short-shorts, pink shoes, and even had the same style with their black hair being in both even had black eyes and wore the same pink lipstick. But despite the same cloths, their body types were completely different. The girl to the right was white and rather pudgy in all areas of her body while the other girl on the right was skinny and tan. "Ladies! Sadie, Katie." Chris introduced the group the duo of sisters. "Welcome to your new home for eight weeks." "Oh my gosh, Sadie look!" Katie said in an excited an peppy tone as she looked around the area. "It's a summer camp." "Okay! I always wanted to go to a summer camp." Sadie said with the exact same excitement and peppy tone as her sister. "Eeeh!" The next boat dropped what would be the next camper which was a boy with brown hair, blue eyes, and had a bit of a chipped tooth. He had a beige shirt with darker sleeves, waist, and neck with a red and blue horizontal strip around the center and also had a blue jeans and green shoes with cream colored bottoms. "Cody! The coaster, the Code Meister!" Chris hyped up this camper as he and Cody shared a high five. "Dude psyched to be here, man." Cody said before strutting over to his fellow campers, specifically the female campers. "I see the ladies have already arrived. All right;" Codyd then walked past a few of the girls and then went back to them, specifically Leshawna, and was about to say something before Leshawna put a finger over his lips. "Save it short stuff." Leshawna told Cody with a smirk promising that he would feel pain if he mess up, so he quickly backed away from her. Next up, landing on the dock with a loud thud, was a rather bulky girl with a mole on her face, hazel eyes, and her black hair in pony tail. She wore a blue sleeveless top with dark blue gym shorts along with gym socks with two horizontal strips near the top with one blue and other dark blue and dark blue sneakers with white bottoms. "Eva, Nice." Chris called, as receiving in response a permanent scowl on her face, she remained quiet but walked towards her fellow campers. "Glad you can make it." As she approached the campers, Cody held his hand out for a high five only for Eva drop her bag on his feet. "Ow!" Cody yelped, holding his aching foot while hopping on the other. "What's in there? Dumbbells?" "Yes." Was the only answer the body builder said which made the whole group of campers shut their mouths and looked at themselves. Most of campers looked nervously at Eva, and surprisingly both Duncan looked at DJ. "She's all yours, man." Duncan said it, making the gentle giant uncomfortable. Making him feel even more weirded out from the bulky girl who was ready to crush some bones. "WOOOOOOHOOOOO!" A loud cheer was enough to make the nervous giant have a sigh of relief as everyone drop their attention to the next boat, which they would arrieve a rather large boy with black eyes and blond hair wearing a white T-shirt with a blue maple leaf on it, moss green jeans, and white and yellow shoes. "Chris! What's happening? Hahahahaha! This is awesome! Wooooohooooo!" "Owen!" Chris revealed the name of the larger camper, who was very hyped over the competition and sharing the good enthusiasm. "Welcome!" Owen quickly took Chris into a large bear hug, a cracking sound could even be heard from there, with the host of the show now wincing in response of such strength. "Awesome to be here, man!" Owen said, as his hype didn't lower not even for one percent. "Yeah! Man, this is just so…" "Awesome?" Gwen finished for Owen with her arms crossed but knowing that the hiped man wouldn't detect her sarcasm. "Yes! Awesome! WOOOOOOOO!" Owen cheered before looking at Gwen. "Are you going to be on my team?" "Oh I sure hope so." Gwen said sarcastically while twirling a finger around. "WOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO!" Owen once again cheered loudly, and even the other campers couldn't help but also feel hyped from the enthusiasm from the large boy. "Are you guys finished?" Chris grabbed the attention once again, wanting to continue the show at that moment. Owen noticed that and decided to let go of the host. "Sorry dude. I'm just so psyched!" Owen said as his smile never left his face. "Cool." Chris said after straightening up his clothes. The host then directed his attention towards the next boat coming. "And here comes Courtney." Now arriving was a girl with light brown skin with rown hair that went a little over her neck, she has black eyes. Wearing a gray top over a beige shirt along with skin tight green pnts and dark brown open toed shoes. Chris took Courtney's hand and helped her off the boat. "Thank you." Courtney said to the host before walking over the campers on the other side of the dock. "Hi, you must be the other contestants. It's really nice to meet you all." Then at the next boat, Courtney was in a mid sentence when she was interrupted by being awestruck. The boat showed a boy that could only be described with one word. Handsome. His tan skin making a good combination with short hair, a well fit and maintained body, flawless dark hair, and blue eyes. Wearing a dark green shirt and worn out jeans and dark green sandals. "This is justin." Chris introduced the handsome teen as he stepped onto the dock. The host shared a fist bump with Justin as he said. "Welcome to Total Drama Island." "Thanks, Chris." Justin smiled before looking around the area he was at. "This is great." "Just so you know, we picked you based entirely on your looks." Chris informed Justin as he walked over to meet the other campers. "I can deal with that." Justin shrugged, not offended by the statement. Since he already guessed it was the reason. Owen smiled at the new camper as he still looked awestruck. "I like your pants." "Thanks man." Justin smiled at the compliment, but kept walking towards the other campers who remained looking at him in admiration. "Cause they look like they're all worn out." Owen chuckled nervously, as he kept staring at the teenager walking, he seemed to be in showing a side that he didn't know he had. "Did you buy them like that?" "Uh, no." Justin shook his head in response. "Just had them for a while." And with that, Justin left Owen who complimented, not before slapping himself on the head for being stupid. Chris still trying to ignore the akward interaction, he decided to go for the next camper. "Hey everyone!" Chris got the attention of all the other campers as he introduced the next camper on the island. "Izzy." Everyone watched another boat came by with the girl standing on it having orange hair, orange lip and geen eyes. She had a grass green top that completely exposed her belly as well as bracelet on the right wrist. She had gren shorts with light green skirt tied around her waist. "Hi, Chris!" Izzy waved towards the host as she walked forward. "Hiiiiii! Whoa!" Izzy walked but by mistake, Izzy ended up tripping right off the boat and ended up hitting the bottom half of her jaw against the dock. "Oooooohhh." Tyler winced as he kept opening and closing his jaw as he imagined how it must felt on that moment. He concluded with one sentence. "That was bad." "Guys! She can be serious hurt.!" Courtney ran towards to the other end of the dock to take Izzy out of the water. By grabbing Izzy's hand she helped the orange girl to get onto the dock. Izzy used that moment to shake all the water off them like an animal. "That felt sooo...good!" Izzy was back on her feet quickly and didn't seem affected by the pain she just felt before, she was hyped since she was using her hyperactive voice. "Except for hitting my chin. This is a summer camp? That is so cool. Do you have paper Mache here? Are we eating lunch soon?" "That is a good call!" Owen agreed with what the orange haired girl had just said, which made Courtney looks confused at the duo. (In the boat) "We are almost there." A profound voice coming from the boat captain called the boy who was just admiring the whole ocean around, as the traveling came towards to the end of his time on the water, and finally the first day of his newest journey would happen… And at the time he looked at the island. It was far bigger than he ever expected than ever he ever thought in his life. The nervousness crawled inside of his body, but at the same time, the excitement to meet to meet new people, and seeing that finally it was to see someone, it has been a few hours that he was still looking at his new skin… Diferently than the scales he usually would use it most of the time… And learning from Sunset his sister, and Rarity from the human world… He needed to be well dressed for the occasion… For the sake of the bet… he looks in the sky and have one simple question… “Why in Tartarus I decided to accept such a bet like that?” Spike said as he already missed some company… having only the captain of the boat… it didn’t showed many interesting things to learn around… Heck, even his cousin Blueblood would have been more intersting than interactin with the whole captain again. But now, there isn’t anything more he could do… It was his time to appear on the show, and he would be watched by Discord, and possibly by Fluttershy, or even by hundreds or even thousands of humans that he never meet before… “Oh crap… well, there is nothing else I could do there… It’s now or never. (The dock) “Okay campers, before the last guy arrives, I should mention a little something about him.” Chris informed everyone who were staring at the host of the show. “He is a bit of special case.” “What do you mean? Does he have a third eye or is a crocodile or something?”Duncan asked while he rolled his eyes. Which Chris was about to open his mouth and say what would be the condition of the camper, but he felt it would to be good for them learn by themselves. “...No.” Chris decided to shake his head as he was about to explain to the others about the newest camper. “As I was saying, he’s a bit of a special case. Since this show is obviously in Canada along with all of you originating from this country, the producers liked the idea of we have an open spot for an international contestant… Coming from our neighbor country in down south. Coming from Canterlot, from United States, Spike!” Everyone watched the final boat of the day came by. And then the group just saw something they weren’t expecting too… Spike finally appearing in front of the campers in his human form, retaining his youthful energy and endearing charm. His hair, a vibrant blend of emerald green and royal purple, falls in soft waves, framing his face with a playful yet sophisticated flair. The green hues shimmer like the scales of a dragon, while the purple adds depth and richness to his overall appearance. For clothing, Spike embraces a style that mirrors his eclectic personality. Drawing inspiration from the fashionable creations of Carousel Boutique, he dons a fitted green jacket with purple accents, reminiscent of his dragon scales. Underneath, he wears a comfortable yet stylish purple shirt, adorned with subtle patterns reminiscent of Twilight Sparkle's magical aura. His lower half is clad in dark jeans, perfectly tailored to his form, with intricate stitching that adds a touch of elegance. Completing the ensemble are a pair of sleek green sneakers, providing both style and comfort, as he finally came to participate and look in surprise to every unique person he just met for the first time… Since every single one of them must have their own unique personalities… He couldn’t help but feel nervous. Seeing that he had to bring all the luggage he had from the trip, he saw the grinning from the person whom Spike could see clearly who was the host of the show. “Chris Mclean?” Spike asked just to be sure, and seeing him nodding at him, he decided to be polite but also show good sportsmanship. Giving a very good handshake, but then seeing the host raising his hand to give a high five, the former baby dragon couldn’t help but also give it one for the host of the show. “Thank you again for accepting me on this show.” “That’s fine. Welcome to Canada. I have to say, I laughed so hard about your application video. Discord knows how to edit a good video.” Chris commented, which made Spike gulps and narrow his eyes. “I’m even scared to know what he edited on that video,” Spike replied, which saw the host finally happy to see everyone around. The green and purple-haired boy walked around to see everyone from the group staring at him with their looks in surprise and even some giving a good examination on him. “Err… hello everyone, nice to meet you all.” Spike noticed that the usual word he would say was everypony, however, somehow his tongue changed the word immediately for the better therm at that moment. "Nice choice of colors," Duncan commented as he himself had his green mohawk, showing that even people who is delinquent know what would be a good color. "Thanks," Spike commented as he had a first impression of the delinquent, since seeing every single human, and now not needing to act like a dog anymore, it felt so much different, than the time he was around with Twilight on the human world to try to find her crown. "Welcome to Canada. Nice to meet you buddy." Owen gave a powerful hug to Spike who immediately felt part of his bones shaping. And seeing that he was tapping the chubby camper, he immediately released the poor boy which was face planted on the dorks. "Ops, sorry." "It's fine..." Spike said as he felt a good part of his bones getting back to his body. "It wasn't the strongest hug I got, but it was a very enthusiastic one." Spike smiled as he used the opportunity to give high fives and even handshakes to some contestants, Bridgette, Tyler, Harold, Trent, Cody, DJ and Geoff, some were interested about his background as foreigner like Duncan, Gwen and Courtney, while Justin, Lindsay and even Heather have glanced at the style of well made clothing he was holding. Justin himself also enjoyed the good t-shirt under the jacket the duo colored hair boy was using. "Nice clothing, did you buy in your country?" Justin asked as he asked a similar question from Owen when it comes about learning of the clothing, and received a surprising shook from his head. "Nah, it's a gift made by a friend, her name is Rarity, and she always knows how to make the right design in clothing." Spike said proudly, as he always imagined the white mare who always focused into being generous as a good element on her. "She always has been generous, so she made it as a gift." "Woa, really?" Lindsay said as she was happy to learn a good friend actually had so much style and talent to make such a good clothing, and gave it as a good way to show generosity. "She is really incredible." "The pinacle of generosity." Spike smiled, as he sounded a bit pained but also with nostalgia. Which he was lucky that nobody recognized the change of his tone. "Alright everyone. First thing, we need a group photo for the promos. Everyone on the end of the dock!" Chris gave a call which made the group started gathering away. He went nearby towards the front of the group since he was the smallest of them all. Chris smiled as he took the camera and aimed at the campers who were smiling towards him to take the photo. "Okay! One, two, three...Oops! Okay, forgot the lens cap." Chris then removed the lens cap off the camera, and aimed it at the campers once again. "Okay, hold that pose. One, tw- oh wait, cards full. Hang on!" "Come on, man." Leshawna rolled her eyes at Chris. "My face is starting to freeze." "Got it, okay!" Chris once again imed his camera at the group of campers and this time ready to that the photo. "Everyone say Wawanakwa!" "WAWANKWAAAAAAAA!" The time everyone was saying the name of the island, the dock under them collapsed as Chris took the picture of everyone falling into the water. "Okay guys." Chris smiled towards the wet campers. "Dry off and meet at the campifire pit in 10." -X-X-XX-X-X-XX-X-X-XX- (Campfire) "That is Camp Wawanakwa, your home for the next eight weeks." Chris waved at the scene, "The campers sitting around ou will be your cabin mates, competition, and maybe even your friends." The campers glanced at each other. "You dig? The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island the longest without getting vote off will win 100,000 bucks." "Excuse me," Duncan smirked, as he pointed his thumb towards Heather. "What will the sleeping arrangements will be, because I'd like to request a bunk under her." Heather looked in disgust as she gasped. "They're not co-ed, are they?" "No." Chris shook his head, making multiple girls as Heather relieved to not share their dorms with the boys. "Girls get one side of each cabin and dudes get the other." "Excuse me, Kyle." Lindsay spoke up, calling Chris the wrong name. "Can I have a cabin with the lake view since I'm the prettiest?" "Okay, you are." Chris said causing Lindsay to smile to someone agreeing with her. But Chris narrowed his eyes towards her. "But that's not really how it works here and it's Chris." Spike watched the group in amusement, since it sounded like any ordinary camp... But the idea all of them are going to participate for the sake of having 100 thousand dollars? Which would be 250 thousand bits? It was something he must be always aware of... who would be his friends, and what he could learn from this experience in this universe. "This cannot be happening." Gwen complained which Spike turned his head, and see the mysterious goth girl who showed no desire to participate on the camp... "Awww come on guys!" The optmistic Owen, the first winner of season 1 of Total Drama showed the good point of view into appreciating the good things, even from the misfortunes of the show. "It'll be fun, it's like a big sleepover!" "At least you don't have to sleep next to him." Tyler whispered to Gwen as he pointed at Duncan who was currently and harshlt nogging a dear. "Alright, here is the deal." Chris called everyones attention towards him. "We're gonna split you into two teams if I call your name out go stand over there. Gwen, Trent, Heather, Cody, Beth, Lindsay, Katie, Owen, Leshawna, Spike, and Noah." All people called by Chris moved to where he has pointed. Once they were in place, Chris picked up a green banner and launched towards them. "From this moment on, you are officially known as, the Screaming Gophers." At the moment they unfolded and revealed of a logo of a gopher fiercely screaming on it. "Yeah!" Owen cheered as he looked at the banner he was helping carry. "I'm a gopher!Wooooo!" "Oh, I think Fluttershy would be the one who could understand why the gopher was screaming." Spike commented, as it didn't passed some hours, but he knew Fluttershy would probably watch him with Discord... And imagining if he had to deal with wild animals, he would need to think about it in a way to not make Fluttershy angry at him... Since she likes all the wild animals and respects their style of life... "Fluttershy?" Gwen raised her eyebrows as she saw Spike commenting about one of his friends. "A good friend of mine, she is an animal care taker, and she has an animal sanctuary for many animals who would love to pass the time being protected and cared by her." Spike commented which immediately Gwen had her eyes wide open in surprise. "Really? She has a nature preservation spot?" Gwen, even as goth she can be, she always had a good interest of the preservation of the nature and wild animals, and seeing that someone has an actual animal sanctuary, it made her has a bit of hope for the humanity. "Yep, Harry is a grizzly bear but he is one who always loves to be spoiled on there. But I think that's story for another time." Spike commented as he could see Katie looking in fear. "Wait, what about Sadie?" Katie asked, not wanting to be on a different team without her best friend and sister. "The rest of you over here." Chris directed the remaining 11 campers. "Geoff, Bridgette, Tyler, DJ, Sadie, Izzy, Courtney, Justin, Duncan, Eva, and Harold. Move, move, move!" "But Katie's a gopher," Sadie yelled as she was the only one who wasn't starting to move to where Chris instructed. "I have to be a gopher!" And with the girls shouting and even starting to cry, Spike cringed at seeing the sigh of the duo of girls acting like that... A tanned-skinned girl and a Asian chubby girl were crying and screaming since they couldn't be in the same team. Once the remaining 11 campers were in the place, Chris pulled out a red banner and tossed it over the other team. "You guys will officially be known as... the Killer Bass!" Harold caught the banner and opened it up with the show logo of a fierce-looking bass. "Awesome" Harold commented as he looked at the logo and smiled. "It's like... amazing." "All right, campers, you and your team will be on camera in all public areas during this competition," Chris informed everyone of that particular detail. Since they are on a reality show, they should be expected to be watched pretty much 24 hours every day. (Confession) Confessional - Chris "You will also be able to share your innermost thoughts on tape with video diaries anytime you want." Chris explained as he sat down in an outhouse with a camera attached to the door with flies buzzing around. "Let the audience at home know what you're really thinking. Or just get something off your chest." Confessional - Gwen "Um, okay..." Gwen began before looking right into the camera. "So far this stinks." Confessional - Spike. "Well, I want to be here, just to see how the camera works... My first impressions, it could have been a lot worse, but I'm glad I'm holding this far..." Spike commented as he glanced around and even had a melancholic face. "These 8 weeks are going to be very long. I just hope what Chris said is true, that I would make good friends on this show." Confessional - Lindsay "Um, I don't get it." Lindsay said while turning around and standing up, her butt right in front of the camera. "Where's the camera guy?" Confessional - Loon A loon could be seen inside the confessional putting on lipstick before it let out a quack as it saw the camera attached to the door. Confessional - Owen "Hey everyone. Check this out." Owen said with a serious tone and face. "I have something very important to say." Owen was silent for a moment before farting and starting to laugh. (Outside) "All right. Any questions?" Chris asked the campers only for them to remain quiet. "Cool. Let's find your cabins. Gophers, you're in the east cabin, Bass, you're in the west." The two teams quickly headed to their assigned cabins with the boys heading into one half and girls in the other. At the Gopher cabin, Heather was the first girl of the Gophers to reach the girls had, after examining everything she decided to ask. "Bunk Beds?" Heather quickly complained as she knows how much annoying the entire show will be. "Isn't that a little… summer camp?" "That's the idea genius." Gwen rolled her eyes at Heather before passing by her. "Shut up, weird goth girl!" Heather gçared at Gwen which the goth already dropped her stuffs and started unpacking. Without noticing there was a boy who came nearby her. "You're so smart." Cody complimented, which made Gwen scoffs and rolls her eyes. "I feel that." "Shouldn't you be on the boy's side?" Gwen sighed before harshly ask, which made the boy smile sheepishly, a second before gets launched himself outside of the cabin passing by Leshawna who was happily walking on the cabin, but cringed at the results of his land over the grass. Trent was happily walking until Cody got to eat grass in front of him. But after a second he resumed his happy walk towards the cabin. Chris simply walked but was enjoying every single moment of their interactions. Before Lindsay stepped outside of the cabin and looked at Chris. "Where are the outlets?" Lindsay asked at the host. Since she knew that she would need them for one important reason. "I have to plug in my straightening iron." "There are some in the communal bathrooms," Chris informed her by also gesturing his head towards the bathroom area. "Just across the way." "Communal bathrooms?" Lindsay asked trying to repeat the words the host had just said, but then she tilted her head. "But I'm not Catholic." "Not Communion, Communal." Chris corrected the teenage model. Whic she still didn't understand what was the difference. "It means we shower together. Idiot" Gwen explained to Lindsay as she sat down on the steps to the cabin. Lindsay's eyes got wet and her lips trembled, until she let it out her outburst. "AW NO COME ON!" Lindsay shouted her complaints which made Gwen cover her ears as the boys nearby her cabin came to watch Lindsay freak out. "I'm glad we're in our own cabin with just guys. Know what I mean?" Owen laughed but only he realized his mistake after hearing just the silence between his roomates. He realized the double meaning of his own words, and now he quickly tried to correct himself. "I mean no! I didn't mean it like that! I love chicks. Hehe, I just don't wanna sleep near them. Atata-uh I mean…" Spike ignored Owen having problems to find the right words and went straightly to his cabin. To drop all the lugage that he had brought from another dimension. "Excuse me, Chris?" Geoff called out the host. Since he was helping Bridgette to get on her own cabin. "Is there, uh, a chaperone of any kind in this facility here?" "You're all 16 years old, as old as a counselor in training at a regular summer camp." Chris told all the teenager's around him. "So other than myself. You'll be unsupervised. You've got half an hour to unpack and meet me back at the main lodge, starting… now." "Cool." The party boy smiled, until a shout loud enough to make all the campers stares at the gopher's cabin in surprise of the panic shout. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" The group came to the door until they found it was Lindsay who shouted. Being above a stool, and refusing to even touch the floor. "Man that white girl can scream." Leshawna commented somewhat impressed. Spike also appeared on the door to see what was about. And had to agreed with Leshawna since at the time they appeared on the show, it didn't was neighter the first day, but he heard a lot of screams in just a few hours. Lindsay shouted and pointed in the direction of what would be a cockroach who was having a good morning activities. "WHAT IS IT?" She asked in a disgusted and horrified tone. "KILL IT, KILL IT." DJ looked down and when he saw the cockroach walking on the floor, his panic mode activated and he highly jumped towards one of the nearby beds… breaking it at the same moment. "That…was my bed." Gwen lamented in a disappointed tone, as she could see DJ still shaking in fear above her now broken bed. Many of the campers screamed as they tried to either climb up the beds or even try to kill the little insect who was too fast for them, the cockroach was about to leave the floor, until from the right side Duncan came by lifting the axe before Duncan and proceed to do overkill. The results of the overkill were made when campers saw what would be the remains of the insect. A half cockroach which in the above part was with its tiny legs twitching. "That's a new way to kill a cockroach." Gwen had to admit, she was impressed. As Tyler came to see what happened from the other side of the door. "Awesoooome." Harold loved a good overkill, even made by the delinquent who just dropped his guard. Tyler approached Lindsay who was above DJ and both of them had the same fear of the same insect who tormented them. "If one of them appears once again, you can call me. Okay? Because…" Tyler offered his help until he paused and with a long sniff of his nose. Until he confidently answered. "Listen. I also know how to do that." Lindsay smiled, as she felt like love for the first time on the day, as she smiled at him, Tyler also felt the same feelings that the little blond shared with him. Both smiled and stared at each other. Spike watched that scene in surprise, since he never thought he would see someone showing signs of a crush... like he had at the first time he meet Rarity... The love in the air, was what made Spike smiles warmily until he heard a scoff which made him listen carefully and even debates with himself. Duncan scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Of course they always fall for the jocks." Duncan replied which made Spike look at him, and then after reflecting a bit, he couldn't help but imagine the delinquent was telling the truth. Since the incident was over, the boys of the killer bass team finally left the East side, and went back to resume their activities. Leaving the Equestrian human now looking on how happy the blonde girl was from the sportist guy who didn't help to take care of the insect... But did he also do something when it comes about that? He isn't sure if he could fire breath like his life on Equestria, or even use magic like Twilight or Starlight to help to repel the insects... Maybe he should learn more about how to help his team... Spike looked at the girl's cabin one last time, before going directly to his own cabin to meet the boys. At the Gopher's cabin, Spike and the other boys got inside the cabin, and they saw sets of bunk beds set up. There was also a wood-burning stove, a carper, some drawers, and a few lanterns. "Wow." The dragon whispered as he got inside for the cabin, since he never had the oportunity to camp with bunk beds before. Most of the time Twilight and the other girls would actually bring tents with them, and together would be camping in the most simple way. It was the first time to see a different type of camp, and even with a bunk bed before. He usually never slept in one, since he was used to sleeping in a basket near his adoptive sister. Spike couldn't help but feel thrilled. "Awesome." "It's your first time camping?" A voice asked him, and Spike turned his face to see someone bringing a guitar with him and made some accommodations. "You still may be confused into knowing the name of everyone since you came last, name's Trent." Spike saw the gentle and kind smile of the guitarist, offering his hand, since was a genuine greeting, Spike immediately gave his hand for a handshake. "Spike. So did I miss much when I came here?" Spike asked, seeing Owen already preparing his stuff and choosing the bunker bad on the below. "Not at all. Just Chris showing this awesome place and the group who looks awesome." Owen said happily, which Trent shrugged, not wanting to destroy the optimism of the happiest person in the camp. "Make sense, hey. Do you mind if I take the top of the bunker?" Spike asked Trent who seemed to be cool with the idea and nodded his head to the dragon. "Thanks, never had a chance to go in one. Usually my siblings and I we have a bed for each of us, so we didn't experience it before." "How many?" Then the duo of boys looked around, just to see the tanned boy who was immediately reading one of his books, which Spike titled his head, and then recognized one book that looked really familiar. A Brief History of Time. Spike remembered Sunset Shimmer had to do a school project related to that book, and Twilight was way far to happy to help, which means that both of them had to read and debate theories which took 2 whole weeks to finally get out of the castle's library to enjoy outside. "Hello, earth to Spike." "Ops, sorry. I have 3, one sister, one adoptive sister, and one adoptive brother." Spike explained which made Trent and Owen look at him in surprise. "Adoptive sister and brother?" Both of them asked, which Noah scoffed, but had his ear opened to hear the explanation. "It's a bit complicated, but in summary, I have 2 families and we are united together, it's confusing but it would take maybe an hour to explain that. So why the question?" Spike knew that at the moment he would have to tell about his life of being both the adoptive son of Princess Celestia and also adopted by the Sparkle family, it would take a bit long to explain... Tartarus, it was even confusing to explain that to Thorax. It took it 5 hours to explain that Cadence and Shining Armor weren't making incest, and Apple Jack's laughter with Rainbow Dash made it even worse. The group raised their eyebrows but nodded their heads to agree to let it drop. "Welp, you are lucky at least. Try to live with 8 siblings." Noah explained in sarcasm, which the dragon boy and even the other boys around the tanned boy who was still reading the book. "Yeah I know, they have television but they didn't care anyway." Spike tilted his head, not knowing what one thing is related to having more siblings, but then Trent decided to change the subject. "Well never mind that, let's enjoy the day and meet around the camp," Trent said, since Spike looked like a chill little dude, and was already happy to see someone neat on his team. It seems the guys around his team looked very nice. Knowing that sooner or later the game would already start, he would at least have more time to talk with the boys. "It seems that this show is going to be interesting and awesome, and everyone here seems chill and nice." "Plahhh." Cody then got inside the cabinet, which made the trio of boys, see Cody cleaning his arms and face from the dust he had eaten minutes ago. "Man, the girls around here are strong. And that's what I like in a girl." Trent smiled kindly, shaking his head and sighing while Spike tilted his head in confusion. It seems that he needs to learn more about his teammates, and hopefully, the first day won't be so bad. (Main Lodge) Once the groups were finished and half an hour had passed, everyone was lined up in the mess hall waiting to be served their food. The one serving the cook was a very strong and bulked-up man, a man who seemed to have served the army a few years before taking the job as the chef from the show. The man who named himself Chef Hatchet. "Listen up, I serve it three times a day," The chef called the attention with his gruff and harsh tone, as he was moving his bow with a tray and having somewhat the food of what would the campers look weirdly of what kind of crappy food they would be served on that moment. "I serve it three times a day and you'll eat it three times a day! Grab a tray, get your food, and sit your butts down NOW!" Beth and Harold approached Chef as they started staring at the yellow goo he was serving to them, as the same thing which sembled as minced meat on their breads. "Excuse me." Beth said as she looked at the rather… questionable food in front of her. "But will we be getting all the major food groups?" Harold decided to agree with Beth since he wanted to give a good point since he thought Chef would be a reasonable person who would actually care of the campers. "Yeah, 'cause I get hypoglycemic real bad if I don't get enough sugar." Harold decided to try to reach the pity from the former military, but instead, he gave him more reason to be pissed off. "YOU'LL GET A WHOLE LOT OF SHUT THE HECK UP!" Chef yelled right into Harold's face which made him regret to even speaking his mind at that minute. And he decided to follow the Chef's order. "Have a cow." Owen joked to Noah who smirked, but that wasn't unnoticed by the Chef. "WHAT WAS THAT?!" Chef yelled as he glared harshly at the two boys. Both of the boys flinched in response. "Come closer fat boy! I didn't hear you!" "Oh, I didn't really say anything important," Owen said quickly, this time shutting himself to not make the chef even madder from being there. "I'm sure you didn't!" Chef commented by letting Owen go, this time… He then looked at Noah. "You! Scrawny kid, give me your plate." Chef wanted to give the little boy more punishment for giving him even more of the food he prepared. Since Noah silently gave the plate to him, Chef threw down some extra minced meat on his burger, but in the next second the food seemed to have anti-gravity and went back on the scooper, just only for Chef to throw it back on Noah's plate. Leshawna looked at Eva who was silently waiting for her turn. "Yo, what's up girl?" Eva simply stared at her but didn't respond to anything, she just took her food and went away. Which caused Leshawna to glare at her. "Oh, it's gonna be like that, is it?" Leshawna noticed the other girl was giving her the treatment of silence, and she hated it because people would just ignore her because they thought they were better than her. "NEXT!" Chef yelled which made Leshawna flinch as she was dragged back to reality. Lindsay and Gwen were the next in the line, and since the blonde bombshell looked at the food, she tried to use a good excuse to not eat the food. "Excuse me my nutritionist says I shouldn't eat any white sugar, white flour, or dairy," Lindsay said as Chef stared at her unimpressed as he took a fly in the air and crushed it like like nothing. His patience was almost at his limit. "I don't think that's gonna be a problem," Gwen told Lindsay while looking at her food in disgust. Even then she noticed that her burger started to twitch. "Cool." Lindsay lamented, as she took her try away, with the other members of her team. Gwen knew that it would be a bad idea, but she still had to do it. "Ok, I hate to be predictable and complain on the first day but I think mine just moved." Gwen regretted saying that since Chef took a hammer and splattered the meat of her burger on his face, and some on her face. Gwen forced a smile. "Right! Okay, then." Spike watched Duncan complaining about the food actually almost looked exactly like the juvenile, not having any idea what juvenile would be, he would learn a bit more of it from someone in the future, or maybe find a dictionary Noah would have, he just hopes it the tanned boy would have the same quirks as his princess sister, but now it was the time his turn was next. Just at that moment the little boy stared at the giant bulk looking angrily at him, and he was staring at his own tray, he couldn't help but say. "Thanks for the food." Spike's gentle voice, and trying to act like respect, made the mad-mannered man pause... and seeing that the kid was being honest, he still released the grease food of red and slimy yellow on his tray. Spike took the tray and turned his back to the chef, who seemed to ruff in response and go back to serving food. The entire group of campers were looking or even trying to eat their food, but then Spike was the first person to take the food and slowly took the spoon, and gave the first bite... Spike blinked... and by shrugging his shoulders, he kept eating the food which made the whole Screaming Gopher's team stare at him like he was crazy. "Dude, how you are able to eat this?" Cody was the first to ask, which Spike just shrugged his head... "It's not that bad... in comparison to the times my sister Twilight Sparkle went to the kitchen without me supervising her and she tried to make Lunch and Breakfast by herself... It was a disaster." Spike commented which made the group stare at him crazily. "This food is at least edible, while my sis food made me knocked for 3 hours." The group looked at the boy in a fearful tone, even knowing the dragon boy said so casually made them understand that his family must be crazy. "Who the hell names her daughter Twilight Sparkle?" Heather asked as she scoffed in disbelief, thinking about the stupid name a person would have in life. "From my adoptive parents, Twilight Velvet and Night Light." Spike didn't notice her sarcasm and replied which made not just Screaming Gopher's table, but also the opposite team the Killer Bass table stare at the boy weirdly. "That's how the names in Canterlot are, you just roll with it." "Wait, so that means your name isn't a common name, but your name is related to spikes?" Trent asked curiously, and he couldn't believe his eyes when the boy in front of him nodded his head to him. "Yep, Spike Solaris Dragon," Spike replied like it was normal nature, and he could see Heather almost having an aneurism, but even Leshawna gave a whistle. "Woah boy, that's an awesome name." Leshawna had to confess, and Owen raised both his fist in the air. "Wooohhhh, that's awesome. Man, a guy has a dragon as a name? That must be cool." Owen said that he was excited to talk more with his new friend, and Spike was actually happy to interact and even learn more about his future friends. Sadie was staring sadly at the table of the Killer Bass, since it was the only way to keep eye contact with her bff. At the moment it passed and they remained eating. Chris walked with his iconic smile. "Welcome to main lodge." Chris smirked, placing his arms behind his back. "Yo, my man." Geoff looked up from his tray, "Can we order a pizza?" The party boy then regretted since a cleaver flew past Geoff's head and cut into the doorway above Chris's head. "WHOA! It's cool, G!" The party boy tried to make amends which Chef growled, making most of campers cower. But most of them nodded agreeing with Geoff. "Your next challenge begins in one hour." Chris smiled, chuckling at what he is seeing. He then proceeded to walk outside, leaving the campers with what would be for the challenge. "What do you think they'll make us do?" Katie asked DJ in a nervous tone. "It's our first challenge, how hard can it be?" DJ shrugged with a calm tone and expression, not worried for one fraction. "And you just Jinxed it." Spike said loudly, which made the whole group of campers stare at him... "Trust me, I hate when someone just says those words..." ONE HOUR LATER Soon enough, all 22 campers found themselves in their swimsuits, standing near the edge of the island's 100-foot-high cliff. "OH (BLEEP)!" DJ shouted regretting every single word he said. "Told yah." Spike said as he facepalmed in sadness... Now the first day is going to be a headache... And now the only thing he can do is pray for Twilight or his moms not to watch the episode of the show because he knows that they would try to kill Discord if that happens. But seeing that he was now inside of the show, he still asks to himself, why he decided to accept the stupid bet in the first place... Well, that's how his chaotic adventure would start.

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Total Drama Chaos: Spike's Adventure

Because one of his best friends made a bet with him. Spike embarks on Total Drama Island, facing chaos and forming unexpected bonds. Will he triumph amidst challenges, friendship, and budding romance?

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<p>Because of a stupid idea, Spike finds himself at the center of a wager with Discord, the mischievous spirit of chaos. Transformed into a human and thrust into the chaotic world of Total Drama Island, Spike must prove his adaptability and survival skills to win the bet. As the competition unfolds, Spike faces challenges both physical and emotional, relying on his wit and determination to navigate the trials of the reality show.<br/>As Spike's journey on Total Drama Island unfolds, his loved ones follow his progress with a mixture of concern and curiosity. Each challenge he faces serves as a reminder of his bravery and determination, inspiring those who care about him to confront their own fears and insecurities. And when the times of episodes comes in... his friends and family gather together, united in their support for the courageous dragon-turned-human who dared to embark on his own adventure.</p><p>In the end, whether Spike emerges victorious or not, his journey serves as a testament to the power of friendship, resilience, and the indomitable spirit of adventure. And as he returns to Ponyville, his friends and family greet him with open arms, knowing that no matter what challenges lie ahead, they will face them together.</p><p>Will he only create friendship around that show? Or would have something more in the new dimension he is going to be?</p>

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Most of the campers looked down the 100-foot-high cliff with either fear or even some excitement. All of them were in swimsuits as they looked at Chris who was standing next to a creature with a picture of a chicken on it. "Okay!" Chris said to make sure he had all 22 teens' attention. "Today's challenge is three-fold. Your first task is to jump off this 1,00-foot-high cliff into the lake." Bridgette looked down the cliff without fear and saw that there were indeed two areas. A large wide zone and a smaller circle area within the large zone. "Piece of cake." Bridgette smiled and confidently said. "If you look down, you will see two target areas," Chris explained while pointing to the different zones inside of the water. "The wider area represents the part of the lake that we have stocked with psychotic, hehehe, man-eating sharks." Everyone looked down and flinched when they saw the fins of sharks appearing in the large zone. "Also inside that area, there is a safe zone. That's your target area, which, we're pretty sure is shark-free." Chris finally explained the areas. Which didn't help their anxiety at all. "Excuse me?" Leshawna said to Chris in response to the host's last words. Who seemed to take it as a signal to continue. "For each member of your team that jumps and actually…survives, there will be a crate of supplies waiting below." Chris gestured to the beach at the bottom of the cliff where everyone could see two stakes of crates waiting below. "Inside each crate are supplies that you'll need for the second part of the challenge… building a hot tub. The team with the best one gets to have a wicked hot tub party tonight. The losers will be sending someone home." The group stared at each other until Chris pointed at the Killer Bass team. "Alright, Killer Bass, you're up first. "Oh, wow…" Bridgette's confidence faded a little as she saw the sharks swimming in the larger zone. The surfer girl then looked to her team and asked. "So, who wants to go first?" "…" Everyone was completely silent and the chirping of a cricket could be heard. Their musings are interrupted when Owen laughs optimistically. "Hey, don't sweat it, guys." The big guy reassured everyone over the cliff. "I heard that these shows always make the interns do the stunt first to make sure it's survivable." "Oh yeah, we totally did that." Chris nodded, trying to avoid his gaze from everyone. "It's really no big deal, just an insane dive into a circle of angry sharks." Bridgette tried to reassure herself. So she takes a dive as everyone runs up and looks at her diving into the safety zone. Bridgette came out and waved to everyone, showing that she was fine. "AWESOME! I'm next! Cowabunga!" Tyler yells as he takes a run off the cliff with his chest puffed up with pride, and runs at the cliff before leaping off with a yell but the high dive ends with his groanings of pain. His body fell on one of the buoy's towers before he slid into the safety zone. "Woooooo! Hahahah!" Geoff cheered and laughed as he dived down the cliff next, his hat still stuck into his head. Duncan remained in silence with his arms crossed, ready to take the jump. "Look out below!" Eva yelled as she jumped down after Geoff. "…" Duncan was completely silent as he jumped down the cliff with his arms crossed. Next up was DJ who looked down the cliff, but instead of jumping the teen shook a little and backed away from the edge. "Uh-uh. No way, man." DJ said while waving his hands and backing away more. "I'm not jumping." "Scared of heights?" Chris asked as DJ turned to him. "Yeah." DJ nodded. "Ever since I was a kid." "That's alright big guy," Chris told DJ, getting a smile on the teen's face which was soon lost after what he said next. "Unfortunately, that also makes you a chicken. So, you'll have to wear this for the rest of the day." Chris then reached into the box he was standing next to pulled out a rubber chicken hat and placed it on DJ's head. "Aw, man. For real?" DJ frowned as he looked up at his new headwear. "Bawk bawk bawk!" Chris mocked while doing a little chicken dance before pointing to an…escalator that was on the cliff for some reason. "That means the chicken path down is that-a-way. Next." Just confidently took a dive into the water, just for the fear of everyone he landed outside of the safe zone. Everybody yelled at Justin to swim away from the sharks, until the impossible occurred. The moment the sharks appeared near him, they stopped swimming until they saw the water dripping off his body and his sparking eyes and smile. Which made the sharks enamored with the teenager and helped the handsome boy to pick him up and give him a ride to the shore. Everyone was slaw-jacked about that. But seeing the group of Killer Bass already had another member on the boat, they cheered for another point for them. "Yes!" Harold cheered before jumping down…while doing the splits. SPLASH! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Harold yelled in pain as he yelled into the water…crotch fist. Everyone watching, even the sharks, all winced as Harold continued to scream... It was something all the males around the cliff, and even on the beach covered their crotches in reflex. Even Spike not know well why, but he felt that possibly somehow all the male dragons would feel terrible pain if they hit on that region. "Oooooh!" Chris laughed a bit as he watched the scene from on top of the cliff. "Hate to see that happen." "Excuse me, Chris," Courtney said to the host as she stood at the edge of the cliff. "I have a medical condition." "What condition?" Chris asked. "A condition that prevents me from jumping off cliffs," Courtney stated in an obvious tone. "You can chicken out if you want." Chris offered Courtney as he smugly looked at her. "But it might end up costing your team the win. And then they'll hate you." "It's a calculated risk," Courtney said confidently with her arms crossed. "I've seen the other team, and I don't think ten of them will jump." "All right, here is your chicken hat," Chris said as he put a chicken hat on top of Courtney's head. Chris then took out his clipboard again and went over it. "So let's tally up the results. Hold on. That's seven jumpers and two chickens. We're missing two." Those two were Sadie and Izzy with the former holding hands with Katie tightly. "I'm not jumping without Katie!" Sadie said with Katie nodding in agreement. "We have to be on the same team, Chris," Katie said to the host before she and her best friend approached Chris. "Please! Please! Can we? Can we, Chris? Can we? Can we?" Both Sadie and Katie constantly asked the host. "I'll switch places with her." Izzy offered as she raised her hand. "Alright, fine!" Chris relented with an irritated expression on his face. "You're both on the Killer Bass now. Izzy, you're on the Screaming Gophers." Izzy smiled and shrugged and she headed over to her new team with Katie and Sadie hugged each other. "Yes!" The besties cheered. "That means you're up, girls," Chris told the two as he pointed towards the edge of the cliff. "We're coming, Killer Bass!" With their hands joined, both Katie and Sadie jumped down the cliff at the same time fearlessly. "Okay," Chris said as he finished marking down the last of the Killer Bass on his clipboard. The host then turned to the Screaming Gophers and said. "So that's nine jumpers and two chickens. Screaming Gophers, if you can beat that we'll throw in a pull cart to put your crates on." "Nice! Okay, guys." Trent spoke up as he turned to his teammates. "Who's up first?" Spike glanced around, seeing that his team was hesitating to jump... he was about to offer himself to jump when suddenly a voice interrupted him. "I'm sorry," Heather said firmly as she crossed her arms and shook her head. "There's no way I'm doing this." "Why not?" Beth asked the taller girl. "Um, hello, national TV," Heather said as if the answer to the question was obvious. "I'll get my hair wet." "You're kidding right?" Gwen asked while looking at Heather in disbelief. "If she's not doing it, I'm not doing it," Lindsay said as she and Heather smirked at each other. "Oh you're doing it," Leshawna told Heather in an aggressive tone as she got right into Heather's face. "Say's who?" Heather crossed her arms and glared back at Leshawna. "Says me," Leshawna said back as she glared right into Heather's eyes. "I'm not losing this challenge 'cause you got your hair day, you spoiled little daddy's girl." "Back off, ghetto-glamour, too-tight-pants-wearing, rap-star wannabe." Heather insulted Leshawna right back into her face. "Mall-shopping, ponytail-wearing, teen-girl-reading, peeking in high school prom queen!" Leshawna didn't let up on the insults to Heather. "…" Heather was silent for a moment before smirking and simply saying. "Well, at least I'm popular." Everyone winced in response to the catfight going on or smirks as they watched the show. CONFESSIONAL – SPIKE "Wow, I never saw so much back and forth since the time my cousins BlueBlood and Cadance had a discussion on my mom's birthday. Since they were supposed to bring a gift together, and their ideals clashed in the way it ended up with Blueblood launched from the window while Cadance's entire body was covered in mud and strawberry cake." Spike remembered since it was one iconic part of his childhood, where he could see how both siblings had a very scandalous fight over the best gift for his mom. "Key word, never call Cadance a love-sucking vampire if you want to have your dignity intact... Blueblood learned it the hard way." "You're jumping!" Leshawna yelled at Heather aggressively. "Make me!" Heather yelled back as she got right into Leshawna's face. Leshawna ended up doing just that as Heather screamed as the black girl easily lifted up Heather and tossed her off of the cliff. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Heather screamed as she fell all the way down into the water, Leshawna successfully throwing Heather into the safe zone. "Leshawna, you are so dead!" "Hey, I threw you into the safe zone, didn't I?" Leshawna yelled down to Heather before getting ready to jump herself. "Now I just hope I can hit it, too." Leshawna then screamed as she jumped off the cliff next and successfully landed in the safe zone with Heather. "I thought this was going to be a talent contest," Lindsay admitted. "Hahaha yeah." Chris laughed sarcastically. "No." Lindsay then screamed and waved her limbs around frantically as she fell down the cliff. Next up was Gwen who also screamed as she fell to the water who was then followed by Cody. After Cody was Izzy who laughed hysterically as she fell down the cliff. Spike stared, as he could see that a good part of his teammates jumped directly at the water, and seeing that he didn't want to be left out, he gave a good glance from the height of the jump... Spike had a few reflections on times he gave a bit of jump... once when he was on Dragon Empire, where he met Garble for the first time... and had to do a jump in lava, it was scary, but he managed to do it... but in comparison to that time, this cliff looked 4 or 5 times higher than the time he did the jump... A shrive went to his spine... But then he just saw it like the time he had to risk his life to take the Cristal Heart to avoid being destroyed, the height was almost if not higher than the cliff he was on that moment. It was something he knew he would have hurt himself if wasn't for the fact his cousin came to save him at the right moment... And yet, Cadance as the most of the Cristal Ponies, called him, Spike the Brave and Glorious... And from that name, Spike got the strength he needed... And immediately jumped forming a cannonball. To show a good feat of courage, praying for nopony of his family see this act of courage, because if they saw him doing that. His parents and even his aunt Luna would use the Royal Canterlot Voice. Spike was about to scream, feeling a bit terrified about what terrible idea he was doing at the moment. But then he saw it, like slow motion, the good view of the island, the beautiful nature around, and even how the air seemed different in comparison to the time he was in Equestria. And on that time, Spike splashed like a cannonball, creating another point for his team... "OHOOOO, YEAH." Leshawna and Cody clapped as they saw the green and purple-haired boy get out from the water, and see a slow boat coming near him. It was one of the most terrifying experiences he ever had in his life... But also one of the most awesome he managed to accomplish it. "That, was AWESOME," Spike shouted as he placed both hands in the air after swimming to his team. CONFESSIONAL – SPIKE "Wow, I never felt so terrified in my life, but man, the adrenaline, the accomplishment into doing something so crazy like that. Man, I think Rainbow Dash and Apple Jack would try to challenge each other into doing that." Spike said as his entire body was still dripping water, and he quickly explained excitedly about the challenge, and what his feelings were at that moment. "They would always try to do something crazy like that. But man, I'm glad to make another point for my team." Beth was next up to dive, but the glasses-wearing girl looked down and, similar to DJ, backed away. "I…I can't do it." Beth said as she slumped down a bit. Chris was quick to put a chicken hat on Beth as she yelled down to her team. "I'm sorry!" Cody and Leshawna mocked Beth a bit as they danced and bawked like Chicken while Spike shook his head, not blaming the girl for refusing to jump as Heather and Lindsay watched it all from the shore. "That is, like, so lame, right?" The blond bombshell asked Heather. "Fully lame," Heather responded. As Beth took the chicken escalator down the cliff, Trent passed by Owen and gave him a high five. "Let's do this!" Trent said before jumping off the cliff and landing down in the safe zone. "Yeah!" After Trent, Noah soon followed and jumped off the cliff himself. "Ok, campers!" Chris said to everyone down below with a megaphone, Owen standing by the edge of the cliff. "there's only one person left. You guys need this jump for the win." Chris then turned to Owen and said. "No pressure, dude." Owen's face seemed to relax a bit before Chris said. "Okay, there's pressure!" Down below, the Screaming Gophers were all cheering for Owen to jump with Heather going. "Jump! Jump! Just do it, Owen. Do it!" Owen took a deep breath before strapping some floaties around his arms and backing away a bit to give himself a running start. CONFESSIONAL – OWEN "Oh, I was pretty darn nervous," Owen said with an expression that matched how he said he felt. "See, the thing is, I'm not that strong a swimmer." CONFESSIONAL – GEOFF "I'm looking at this guy and thinking, there's no way he's gonna make it," Geoff said while looking right at the camera. He was telling in disbelief and confident with himself the possibility of the largest camper dying. CONFESSIONAL – GWEN "I actually thought, if he jumps this…" Gwen looked sadly and in concern at the camera showing the possibility of the worst outcome for her teammate, until her cold nature came back again and with her sarcasm finished the sentence. "He's gonna die." "Take a good run at it buddy." Chris encouraged Owen as the big guy turned around after getting enough distance. "You got this!" "I'm going to die now," Owen said as he looked forward to where he would be diving. "I'm going to freaking die now." Owen stood frozen in place for a few seconds as both teams watched from below in anticipation. "Come on, big guy," Leshawna said as she looked up at the top of the cliff, hoping Owen would work up the courage to jump. Finally, Owen clenched his fist and narrowed his eyes at the edge of the cliff in front of it. Owen let out a battle cry as he charged forward as fast as he could. "YEEEEEEEAAHHH!" Owen yelled as he leaped right off the cliff and dived down towards the water at high speeds. "OOOOOOH CRAAAAAAAP!" SPLAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHH! Spikenever thought to see a giant wave carrying everyone around the beach. When Owen hit the water, his splash was enormous with the water reaching up almost halfway to the top of the cliff. When the water came back down, nearly all the campers could be seen spread out throughout the beach completely soaked. Even the sharks were sent out of the water. Owen soon emerged from under the water and started pumping his fist in the air. "Yes! Yeah!" Owen cheered with a grin on his face. "Oh, yeah! Who's the man?" "Woo-hoo-hoo!" Beth cheered. "Yes!" Leshawna said with a victorious tone. "The winners!" Chris yelled with his megaphone to the campers below. "The Screaming Gophers!" The Gophers all cheered while some of the Bass sighed in defeat. "That was awesome, dude." Trent complimented Owen from the boat as the big guy was seen looking through the water around him. "What's wrong?" "I, uh…" Owen awkwardly began. "Think lost my bathing suit." This was meant with a lot of disgusted remarks from the rest of the campers. Later, as Chris promised, the Screaming Gophers were given carts that allowed them to easily pull the crates back to camp. The screaming Gopher side seemed to be with their moral high since their work together managed to make them win the first step of the challenge. A good time for a song as everyone sings loudly... Everyone was back in their normal dry clothes with the Killer Bass seen struggling to move their crates. Most of them at least as Duncan, DJ, and especially Eva were moving their crates pretty easily. With the others Harold, Katie Sadie, Courtney, Bridgette, Geoff, and Tyler were trying to move their crates across the sand. As they were moving their crates, Courtney winced a bit as she removed her hands off the crate Courtney pointed at her hand. "Ow! I think I just got a splinter." Courtney said as she looked over her hand. Eva then walked up to Courtney and lifted their crate off the ground effortlessly. "Shut it and move your crate." Eva aggressively said to Courtney before setting the crate back down with a thud. "chicken!" "Hey I'm the only one with C.I.T. camping experience here," Courtney stated as she pointed a thumb at herself. "You need me." DJ and Eva simply looked at each other and chose not to respond. The Screaming Gophers seemed very happy as everything went easy for them during the whole trip, with carts helping them to carry the crates, Lindsay found a beautiful seashell on the sand and passed a few seconds to appreciate, it before realizing that she was being left behind, so she quickly ran in the direction of the group. The loud singing was what made her keep following them... Until she saw Spike carrying the cart alone, since it had been easy for everyone, she felt it would be a good idea to be near one of the last carts, the boy who sweetly smiled at her. The Bass then quickly went back to pushing their crates and after about 15 minutes Tyler stopped helping Geoff and Bridgette push and started heading toward the heads. "Ugh... I gotta take a wiz." The jock told everyone and without thinking twice started to go away. "Hurry up," Eva said as she set her crate down. "We're already behind." "Ooh, I have to go too," Katie said as she and her best friend stopped bushing their crates. "You do?" Sadie asked with Katie nodding in response. "Oh my gosh, me too!" The two best friends then followed Tyler into the woods and decided to go in a different direction in order to do their business. As they left, a rather large fly approached Courtney's face causing the C.I.T. to quickly swat at it and end up hitting herself in the eye. "Ow!" Courtney let out in pain. "I think something just bit me." At the time everyone from the Screaming Gophers managed to pass around the beach and sing happily all the way back, Beth looked at how finally they reached their destination, the cheerful smile from the farm girl wearing a chicken hat. "HEY LOOK. There is the campgrounds." Beth shouted happily and the whole team looked and smiled at how quickly their trip went. "That was pretty easy," Owen said while Cody placed both his hands on his tights and smiled proudly at how everything went. "I'm pleasantly surprised," Cody commented as Spike nodded his head, and the group went quickly to the camp, with their carts ready for the next phase of their challenge... But with a quick glance on behind, the human baby dragon couldn't help to wonder, if the other team was nearby them at some point. Tyler, Sadie, and Katie all came out of the woods. "Feel better?" Eva asked the three of them, wanting to get back on track with taking the crates back to camp. "Yep!" Katie said with Sadie, and Tyler simply nodding before they all went back to pushing the crates through the sand. But as Katie and Sadie began to push, both gained rather uncomfortable expressions as they looked at each other. "Ew, something's itching me," Sadie spoke up to her best friend. "Are you itchy, too?" "Totally itchy." Katie nodded. "Really bad." It didn't take long until the whole Screaming Gophers team let all the crates on the floor. Which was the right timing since Chris was smiling at them with his iconic smirk and sadism. "Welcome to the camp Gophers, now that your whole team is here, I guess it's time for you to open your crates." Chris decided to explain the next part of the challenge, making the whole group shrug and place their hands over the crates. "Ah ah ah ah. You are not going to open your crates with your hands." "And how do we have to open the crates then?" Cody tilted his head, while he could understand the idea of what the host would want from them... And from seeing Chris smiling evilly, the group felt uneasy. While Spike could swear that kind of smile was almost too similar when Discord planned to pull up a prank on someone. . . . After what would be 10 minutes of pure strength towards their teeth, Chris smiled towards the camera. "You must use your mouths to open your crates." Chris annunciated to the whole Screaming Gophers team, while every single one of them used all their strength towards their mouths to be able to open every single crate they had. Chris looked towards the camera and a whispered about it with a wink. "I created this rule." Every single crate was like torture for each camper, who used all their strength until every single one of them got opened. Izzy was the first one to use a rope and use all the strength to pull up the entire crate but also had slight damage to her tongue. "Ow, Ow, rope on my tongue," Izzy said in pain while Gwen was surprised to see one of the crates opened... This went on for about five minutes, both Sadie and Katie bottoms slowly turning a red color. "Ooh, it's really itching now." Sadie said with her butt feeling like it was on fire. "Mine feels like it's burning," Katie said, having a similar feeling to Sadie. "Okay, I have to scratch!" Both girls then stopped bushing their crates and started to aggressively scratch their butts. As they were doing this, Chris came up to everyone driving an ATV. "You guys are way behind the other team." Chris informed the Killer Bass while pointing to where camp is. "Like, way behind. What's the problem?" "Their butts are itchy," Courtney told the host of the show. Untile the host saw her face and was surprised and horrified. "GAH, oh my boxers that's bad." Chris talked about the swollen eye with a pink mark around the eye. Just then Bridgette walked up to the best friends and asked. "Did you guys squat down when you peed in the woods?" The surfer girl asked with the best friend nodding response. "Did you happen to notice what kind of plants you were squatting over?" "They were kind of oval-shaped and green and all over the place," Sadie explained as she and Katie continued to scratch their butts. "Were they low to the ground, about this big?" Bridgette asked as she brought her hands together to make a shape similar to a small leaf. Once again Katie and Sadie nod causing Bridgette to inform of the situation. "You guys squatted on poison ivy." Katie and Sadie were silent before they started to scream and panic about the situation as Chris laughed. "Hahahaha! No way!" Chris laughed hysterically. "That's awesome! Hahahaha!" THE SCREAMING GOPHERS Sure enough, due to having the advantage of the carts, the Screaming Gophers were all back at camp with opened crates. Granted Chris did make it a rule that they had to open them with their teeth but it all worked out in the end. "Hey check it out!" Owen said as he reached inside his open crate and pulled out some wood. "I got wood." "I got some tools here," Trent said as he pulled a hammer out of his crate and then a pool liner. "And what looks like a pool liner." As that was going on, Heather and Lindsay walked up to Leshawna with the former speaking up. "I just wanted to say, I didn't mean bad about you being a ghetto, rap-star wannabe." Heather actually apologized to the black girl. "And I love your earrings. They're so pretty." "Straight up?" Leshawna asked before smiling as Heather nodded her head. "Well, I'm sorry about pushing you over the cliff and all." "No worries," Heather reassured the girl in front of her. "I needed a push. Truce?" "Yeah, yeah." Leshawna agreed as she and Heather shook hands. "You got it." Heather and Lindsay then walked away and when they were far enough away from Leshawna, Lindsay asked, "Did you mean all that stuff you said to Lefonda back there?" Lindsay asked, getting the black girls name wrong. "Leshawna." Heather corrected before rolling her eyes. "Hah, no. She's going down. And P.S. Those are the ugliest earrings I've seen in my life." "Oh," Lindsay said, looking rather confused. "So if you hate her why were you being nice to her?" "You ever seen one of these shows before?" Heather asked as if the answer was obvious. "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer." "Ooooooh." Lindsay finally got what Heather said before asking. "I'm your friend, right?" "Oh yeah," Heather reassured Lindsay. "For now." "Finally…" All of the Gophers heard the new voice come in and looked to see that the Killer Bass had finally arrived back at camp. Although Katie and Sadie seemed to be missing for some reason. Harold had been the one to speak up after he and Lincoln stopped pushing their crate. "Hey, what's up guys?" Trent said in his usual cool tone to the Gophers. "Hey, aren't you missing a couple of white girls?" Leshawna asked, noting the absence of Katie and Sadie. "Oh, um…" Courtney shifted her visible eye around trying to think of what excuse to make for the best friend's absence. "They're just…getting a drink." "Yeah," Harold smirked as he whispered to himself. "If they drink with their butts." Spike came nearby to help the group until he saw Courtney with her eye swollen and getting even worse. Leshawna was also terrified and their looks made Courtney cover her eye with her hand. "No, don't place your hand on it, it will get it worse," Spike said in alarm and immediately went near the C.I.T. girl who was surprised by the purple and green-haired boy who came near to her and gave a slight glance to the eye. "My goodness, tell me how it got this way. Was allergy or bug bite?" Courtney was about to say it was an allergy, but she just saw Spike taking out his jacket immediately as he saw the swollen eye, she then saw the boy ripping one of his sleeves which made her mouth drop in shock from the way he acted. "Rarity sorry, but if it's for the sake of helping someone, I think you would say that's generosity," Spike mumbled those words, which made Courtney tilts her head trying to understand why he said that. But Spike interrupted her. "I have antiseptic in case you were bitten by an insect." "You do?" Courtney asked which immediately made her realize which was for the dragon. "Got it, let's go." Spike decided to take her away from the campground... Which made Leshawna and Trent look at each other in surprise at what happened. "Wow, he took his own sleeve and immediately went to help the girl deal with her problem." Trent looked amused by the way he acted, while Leshawna was impressed. "Gotta say the sugar boy has a heart. He took his own sleeve and said it was generosity. I have to say he has a heart of gold." Leshawna was happy to see that her team was getting better and better when they worked together, she thought she would have problems with her team, but it seems that she is enjoying passing the time around with the Gophers. At the time the duo went to the Screaming Gophers boy's cabin, Courtney never felt so uncomfortable as she didn't even give a response because of the help of the rival team. "You shouldn't be doing that. I'm sure that I'm going to be fine at the end of the day." Courtney quickly said, but then she saw Spike just rolling his eyes. "No...err...I forgot your name," Spike was determined to help, but then he realized that he had forgotten the name of the girl, who just stared at him in disbelief. Spike blushed a little but then focused to let her sit in one of the bunker beds. "Never mind, the point is, it's better if you treat your swole eye immediately because the itching and the discomfort coming from the eye would distract you from the game." Spike then found in one of his backpacks the antiseptic he was looking for and carefully cleaned the area where the insect had bitten, which made Courtney flinch in pain. "Ouch," Courtney said as Spike focused on making sure that the sleeve would be properly sterilized with alcohol first. Which made the C.I.T. girl stare at him unsure of how to respond. "You shouldn't have done that." "Please," Spike waved his hand, as he prepared to make sure to use the antiseptic around her eye. And then starts to wrap. "I already did that thousands of times, if you ever saw how many times my brother Shining Armor had problems with insects. You would be surprised that there isn't a part of his body that a bug didn't bite or even strung him from improvising his own hygienic products." Courtney raised her eyebrow as she heard something that she wasn't used to. "Your brother is named Shining Armor?" Courtney asked and Spike nodded his head, making the C.I.T. girl start laughing. "Oh, so he is a knight or something of sorts?" Spike was about to reply the answer being yes, but suddenly different words came out from his mouth. "Commissioner of Cristal Police Department of Canterlot," Spike replied that he looked confused about what he was talking about, but suddenly he saw Courtney's eyes wide open, not just in shock, but in awe as well. "He is a commissioner? Wow, how old is he?" Courtney was surprised to hear that a commissioner would be the head of the entire department of the police force, which Spike shrugged in his mind. "27," Spike replied which made Courtney even awe to know how young the commissioner of his family was, and yet Spike seemed to be happy to take her attention. "And yes, he heard the joke of being the knight of shining armor many times, so much that people nicknamed him the Chef of the Royal Guards." And now that a part of the truth came out, but was misled with a joke, Spike noticed firsthand how Discord told him about how the words would be changed to fit the world... And the joke was enough to make Courtney giggle. "Okay, that was funny." Courtney smiled, and Spike was happy to help someone. And when Spike was still wrapping her bandage... She couldn't help but ask. "Why are you helping me? You shouldn't do that, since we are from opposite teams." Spike paused... and then looked at Courtney in disbelief as if she just said one crazy statement. "Are you even listening yourself?" Spike asked the girl who was just surprised by his question, which made her almost offended. But Spike ignored her. "I did it because that was the right thing to do. If I didn't help it, you would have been like that for the whole day, and from everything I learned from my friends and family. Sometimes we should act with Kindness to everyone who needs help, act in Generosity if we are able to make a difference and is possible to help someone because we can, and show Honesty to ourselves after we question if you had the possibility to help, and if you helped at all, show Loyalty to your principles, family, and friends because they knew that you have character, knowing that in the future that would be a story that would bring Laughter and joy to everyone since it would be a funny story, and you know that would be the result." Courtney felt touched by how Spike viewed that he didn't do it for the sake of winning the game, or neither if he care that it would have terrible repercussions for the game show he was playing... He did it because it was the right thing to do to a person needing help... And she couldn't help but smile happily with a good smile until she had one more question inside of her heart. "Result of what?" Courtney had to ask, and after doing that, she could see the proud smile the boy who looked cute in front of her, showed with his sparkling emerald eyes, and said something that would be stuck inside of her forever. "Friendship is Magic." And with that Spike took a little mirror and showed it in front of Courtney. "It took a few minutes, but I think this is a good wrap, just a few hours and then this swollen eye will not exist." Courtney was shocked but at the time she saw in the mirror, that it was a very elegant wrap, that made like an eyepatch, with a combination of colors of green and dark purple colors, it showed a contrast of colors that made her like the vision of her face, it even had a tiny tied to make it well elegant nearby her neck... Which made her give a hug on Spike. "Thanks, Spike, that looks amazing." Courtney could say that from that moment she learned more than everything she could ever ask. And then she realized that he may never heard his name from her. So she coughed on her hand and recovered her posture. "Also, my name is Courtney, so you better don't forget it." Spike smiled from both the hug and the attitude the brown-haired girl talked to him, so he nodded his head to her. "A pleasure to meet you. Now, we better go, it seems that our team would need us." And with that, both of the campers got out of the cabin, and most of the groups stared at both of them, in both disbelief and shock... Disbelief that Spike took a few minutes to make sure the wrapping would be done correctly, and from the stylish look from his now one long-sleeved shirt. Courtney now had a very well-designed eyepatch on her eye, which took out the terrible look on her face. "Wow, you look way better now girl," Leshawna smirked as she could see how caring the boy from her team made sure that it was well done, and the girl seemed more confident the time she went back to the game. "Took you a bit too long," Duncan said, but he couldn't help but nod his head to her. "But have to say the look on your face looks much cooler." Courtney was about to make an angry comment, but she remembered how Spike talked about the qualities of friendship, so she composed herself and decided to let it drop. "Thank you for the compliment." Courtney just accepted it, and Duncan instead of smirking smugly, just nodded with a solemn look, which made the C.I.T girl stare at the situation, and realize that he was indeed complementing her. Which made her just accept it and continue to reunite with her team. "Wow boy, I have to say, you took really well care of her." Leshawna have to say, the green and purple-haired boy got her respect, for showing that sometimes the game doesn't need to be taken everyone into each other's throats. "It was the right thing to do." Spike smiled, as he was being reasonable like most times he remembered how Twilight always hurt herself in terrible cases, and he was always there to treat her and help her in all the cases... Like the Pinkie Sense investigation, which led his adoptive sister into one of the most hilarious situations that she should have learned about their friend. The Bass then quickly piled up their crates allowing Geoff to stand on them and speak to his team. "Okay, dudes, it's not too late." Geoff tried to encourage everyone and give them a positive attitude. "We can do this!" However, some of his teammates weren't paying attention as shown by Harold drooling but Courtney saw that Geoff had a good mind. "You are right, we needed to make sure that working together. And with the hot tub to complete. We need to do our best to make it work. We need a project manager, does anyone want to manage the whole group?" Courtney was about to offer herself as C.I.T. but she held her tongue because she just recognized that on the first day, the competition looked fierce, and seeing a boy wanting to not just help his team, but also treat her... She found one thing that she hadn't thought about finding before... A rival, someone who she could see that would be a very strong player and team leader of the other team... Spike was an inspiration and a very powerful player on his own. That made Duncan raise his eyebrows, the same as the Killer Bass team. The bossy girl who would try to control everyone around suddenly stopped and just asked if someone was interested in leading the team for the challenge. And even as she feared... She could see Duncan already raising his hand, and stepping into command. "Well, since you asked nicely," Duncan smirked, which made the girl huff, she then gave a solemn look at her and decided to step in to lead the team. "Alright, let's start with opening the crates, this would need the help of everyone around. So Courtney, bring the dunderheads to come back here, they already spent too much time sitting on the water. And we need a hottube to build. Now, let's go." And with that, the Killer Bass team didn't throw the towel yet, they would give everything they could before the end. At the time Spike and Beth were slowly building a well-made structure of a hot tub, the same could be said with Geoff and Justin from the opposite team... Heather passed the hammer for Trent to help put the nail into the wood to make the hot tube more stable, but differently on the Killer Bass team, Tyler tried to take the hammer DJ was holding, and with a loud gasp in fear, DJ launched the hammer away which immediately hit Harold on his crotch, at the same time Bridgette took a wood plank and raised to hit his jaw, and without noticing Bridgette hit the ginger head nerd to the floor and making him knocked out... Needlessly to say, Duncan busted in laughter from that, while Courtney rolled her eyes and ignored, she was in silence, helping the team while bringing water bottles, and even giving all the support they could need. Eva holding the hot tube with strong arms showed that she was very strong, and she could even crack the wood planks if she lost her control... Duncan also noticed that most of the campers were missing, the tanned skinny girl, and the chubby girl, who were on the other side of the cabins, scratching their butts... That made him narrow his eyes, and whistle to the girls to go back to work. Seing the duo of girls getting in panic just to back to work, made the delinquent punk facepalm... since it was the fourth time this was occurring... Being a team leader was sucking for him at that moment. And then the Screaming Gophers shared the bucket with water to fill the entire hot tub, making it perfect for them to get the water to the top. And with a very well-done work, the entire hottube was made. Spike whistled and smiled at how the teamwork managed to make it perfect for the team to win the challenge. Making him appreciate the good time he was having on this summer camp, and internally thanking his friend Discord for a challenge that would become easy as they worked together. And when he glanced around... The Killer Bass team hot tub didn't look exactly like the work they just made... Not, that it looked a bit inferior, somehow it looked solid, but there was something that didn't feel right, and he wasn't sure of what it was... A few hours later, the two teams were standing with their respective hot tub. Chris first inspected the Gophers hot tub and nodded in approval. "This is one awesome hot tub!" Chris told the Gophers who all cheered in response with Owen emerging from within the tub. The host of the show then went over to the Bass's hot tub, which had a seagull floating in it and enjoyed the warm water which looked almost similar to the other structure. The Killer Bass team looked nervously. Chris examined what was missing around until some screw nuts were loosened, and when he simply touched it, the Hot tub trembled with a tremor and the motor of the hot tub went down, and with that drained a good part of the water and slowly made the hot tube empty. "Well…I think the winner is obvious." Chris said with the Gophers smiling and the Bass sighing. "The Screaming Gophers!" The Bass didn't say anything as the Gophers all cheered for their victory. "Gophers, you're safe from elimination and you get to rock this awesome hot tub for the rest of the summer. Bonus!" The Gophers continued to cheer, some even doing a victory dance, as Chris turned to the Killer Bass. "Killer Bass, what can I say? Sucks to be you right now. I'll see your sorry butts at the bonfire tonight." "We won!" Lindsay cheered with a giant smile on her face. "We all get to stay here for another three days!" Heather, Beth, and Lindsay all cheered in unison, "Woohoo! Woohoo! Hahaha. Yes!" Owen quickly got everyone's attention…with everyone seeing he wasn't wearing a thing. Thankfully his bottom half was blurred out…from the audience's perspective at least. "We get to sta-a-a-ay. We get to sta-a-a-ay, we are so awesome. We won the contest!" Owen then wrapped both Heather and Lindsay into a hug with one arm each with Heather cringing in disgust with Lindsay simply smiling. (Main Lodge) Later, everyone was once again together in the main lodge to eat what could be more or less called food. While the Gophers were smiling and enjoying themselves, still basking in their victory, things were more tense at the Bass table as they were trying to decide one thing. Who would be the first camper to leave Total Drama Island? "So, uh…." Katie began awkwardly. "What do we do now?" "We need to figure out who to vote off." Courtney stated the obvious. But she was unsure of which person would be eliminated... "Well I think it should be either the princess here the brick house here... And you two, dunderheads." Duncan said while pointing it out not just to Courtney, or DJ, but also to both Sadie and Katie who gasped in surprise and fear "WHAT?" Katie and Sadie shouted in unison which made the whole group flinches and in surprise and fear. "WHY?" "Because, unless I'm mistaken, those two are the only ones here wearing chicken hats." Duncan pointed out as everyone looked to the rubber chicken hats Chris put on Courtney and DJ's heads. "But they compensated that by working themselves while I saw you two scratching your butts like it was an excuse for work. Also for the fact you two have been a constant annoying since the start of the show and I want to avoid a migraine if you both start shouting every single time." "But, but..." Katie and Sadie tried to find a good way to defend themselves but the delinquent Duncan didn't even let them finish. "I want to know which one of you did the screw nuts on the motor? Because they were so loose that at the moment Chris touched it, it made the motor fall down and leak all the water." Duncan asked and from the way the chubby girl flinched, made him nod his head, finally finding the culprit. "Well, at least we know which twin made us lose the challenge." "Duncan I think that's enough," Courtney said which brought the attention of the table, and while she had to admit that she was relieved that she compensated for the bad risk she did that morning, at least she was under the Radar from the reasoning of the delinquent. But now she noticed that both twins were about to go into a crying mode... She glanced around at the entire group of campers on her team... They immediately found the person that they should vote for most. "But we tried to work, but our butts were itching so much, and couldn't help it."Sadie gave a last retort but Duncan shook his head. And then pointed at the eyepatched girl who was surprised by what he was going to say next. "The C.I.T pirate was bitten in the eye by a fly, and even if her eye was looking like a monster, she managed to patch it up, and continue the work, and she didn't complain it for the rest of the afternoon. You, on the other hand, tried to hide from work, I saw you both hiding away from me." Duncan said as he got up from his seat, and glared at the duo of girls who whimpered from the words he just said. "You two tried to run away to help the team, and if you are not to help us, then you better go home, maybe you now regret being on the same team instead of being separated teams..." And with that comment... It was all it needed to make both Sadie and Katie cry the loudest as they could... This made the other campers from Screaming Gophers turn their heads, to the scenery... And Spike for the first time, felt a bit of sadness, for seeing how cruel these kinds of shows could be... "Eeeeh, I've had enough prison food for one day," Duncan said as he stood up and started walking away. "I'm gonna go have a nap." THAT NIGHT Night at fallen on Camp Wawanakwa. All the members of the Killer Bass were sitting on the stumps at the campfire site with Chris in front of the metal barrel. All the girls on the team were nervous about what was about to happen. "Killer Bass." Chris got everyone's attention as he spoke in a serious tone. In Chris's hand was a plate holding 10 marshmallows. "marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you enjoy roasting by the fire. At this camp, marshmallows represent life." Geoff dramatically made a hanging gesture before looking to Bridgette and winking, the surfer girl nodding in response. "You've all cast your votes and made your decision," Chris said while holding up his plate of marshmallows. "There are only ten marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow tonight must immediately return to the dock of shame to catch the boat of losers. That means you're out of the contest and you can't come back...ever." Most of the Killer Bass tensed up as Chris said that. "The first marshmallow goes to...Geoff." Geoff gave a big smile as he walked up to Chris who pierced a marshmallow onto the party dudes stick. "Tyler." Chris then said the name and Tyler jumped happily to take the marshmallow. "Bridgette, Eva, D.J, Harold" ." Chris called out the next four names who all smiled and walked up to Chris with sticks with the host attaching marshmallows to them. "Yes!" Harold cheered as Chris gave him his marshmallow. "Duncan" Chris named the delinquent WHO smirked as he went to collect his marshmallow from Chris. and knowing that who probably would be eliminated... And looking at each name given, the bff girls seemed to get more and more nervous... "Courtney." And with that name, Courtney never felt so relieved that she wasn't the worst name to appear on the first camper to be eliminated. "Justin." And that comment made the best-looking teenager smile and go to take his own marshmallow with the group... And that left only one marshmallow. And two campers. Sadie and Katie. "Campers, this is the final marshmallow of the evening." Both bff girls were incredibly tensed up. As neither of the girls wanted to see their twin go away from the show, but now, they are on the verge of crying... It was the first challenge and they didn't even have enough time to pass together for a whole day, and they were already going to be eliminated. Chris raised his hand up causing both of the remaining campers to drop their sticks as both of their eyes focused on who the host would point at. And after what felt like a house of complete and heart attacking causing tension…Chris called out the next and final camper that would be staying tonight. That left one marshmallow and two contestants. Katie and Sadie. The best friends hugged each other. Only one of them would get to stay. They would be forced to separate. "Katie." And so Chris threw the last marshmallow to Katie with the girl not catch it and continued to cling to Sadie, who would be leaving for home. "No! Why Sadie? Why her?!" Katie yelled out as tears started to build up in her eyes. "It's so unfair!" Sadie sadly yelled, not wanting to be separated from Katie. "I so can't do this!" Katie shook her head as she wished there was some way to avoid this. "I've never been anywhere without Sadie! We have to be together or I'll totally die!" "Katie, listen to me," Sadie said as she grabbed Katie's face and looked her best friend in the eye. "You can do this. You are strong and beautiful, and like, maybe even smarter than me. And plus, you're like, the funniest girl I know. You have to do it for both of us!" Katie cried a bit but nodded as she took her best friend's hand and was ready to take her friend over to the Boat of Losers. And after that, Katie would be left to fend for herself on Total Drama Island. Everyone watched as Chris led Sadie to the dock of shame. The chubby girl stepped onto the boat Chef used during the diving challenge earlier that day and drove Sadie away from Total Drama Island. Forever. "The rest of you, enjoy your marshmallows," Chris told the remaining members of the Killer Bass as they started to roast their marshmallows over the fire. "You're all safe…for tonight." CONFESSIONAL – GWEN "Yep, this camp pretty much still stinks." Gwen sighed before looking at the camera. "But now that I'm here I guess I might as well actually try to win." "To the Screaming Gophers." Cody cheered as he and the rest of his team were enjoying a nighttime hot tub party. "To the Screaming Gophers!" The rest of the Gophers cheered. "Go Gophers! Go Gophers!" Leshawna chanted as she started dancing around in victory. Owen and Noah soon joined Leshawna in dancing around and chanting, "Go Gophers! Go Gophers! Go Gophers! Go Gophers! Go, go, go Gophers!" Meanwhile, the Killer Bass were seen walking back to their camps slumped down in defeat. But as Courtney came into view, she looked at the camera with a fierce look. "Are you recording this?" Courtney asked as the camera zoomed in on her. "Good. They can enjoy their little party all they want, but I am gonna win this competition and no one is gonna stop me." And with that, Courtney left the whole Screaming Gophers having their fun party in the Hot tub, but at the time she was approaching her cabin, she just saw Spike lying on the ground and looking above at the sky... Courtney took a few seconds until she noticed that indeed the light of the stars looked better than the fire around the camp... Shaking her head, she decided to walk away, until she heard Spike talk to himself which brought her attention. "Have a good night of work aunty Luna," Spike said, as he also decided to get up and go directly to his own cabin... And while he walked he then blinked at seeing Courtney staring at him. "Oh hey, Courtney," "Hello Spike," The C.I.T. girl commented, as she noticed that the boy wasn't dressed for the occasion, Did he seem interested in partying with his team? "Aren't you going to be with your team after the victory?" "Hmm... Eenope." Spike commented on one of his best friends which made her stare at him weirdly. "I already partied for an hour, and while the party is good in some time, I think it was too much for me for the day, and I think I would prefer to have a nice time in dreaming. So I'm going to sleep right now. Tomorrow will be another day and more time to meet the others and make more friends." Courtney remained calm, but she somehow could understand the words the dragon boy was saying, he seemed to be more interested in making friends, than actually participating in the show. And somehow, Courtney couldn't help but see him to even better player than herself. "Well, if that on this way, then I will also be going to sleep... Have a good night Spike." Courtney nodded her head to him, and Spike smiled at her, and when he did that... Courtney couldn't help but see it was indeed a genuine smile. "I hope the dreams let you guide you to your true happiness," Spike commented on such a sentence which made the girl tilt her head to him... Which chuckling he just said sheepishly. "This is what my aunt says every night when she goes to work." "Your aunt works on the night shift?" Courtney asked in surprise, which Spike thought about for a second but immediately nodded his head to her. "Yeah, she does. And she works very hard every single night... So I think about her every night, and how she does her best... Well, I gotta go to sleep, see you tomorrow Courtney." Spike commented, but not before giving a wave as he left... Letting the girl who was so bossy and competitive see the boy in front of her like a total opposite, but somehow more to the ground, and even more like the voice of the reason... "Yes... have a good night of sleep Spike." Courtney smiled, as she herself went to her cabin to sleep... Such a first day of the campers, and two powerful episodes that wouldn't just shock the humans in the world, but also some dimensions who were so keen on the baby dragon who became the human to compete in the show. On what is going to happen in the next episode... Nobody knows... But they have 3 days to look around know about the camp, and develop friendships to survive another day in the future.

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Discord,Main 6,Other,Spike,Adventure,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity

Total Drama Chaos: Spike's Adventure

Because one of his best friends made a bet with him. Spike embarks on Total Drama Island, facing chaos and forming unexpected bonds. Will he triumph amidst challenges, friendship, and budding romance?

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<p>Because of a stupid idea, Spike finds himself at the center of a wager with Discord, the mischievous spirit of chaos. Transformed into a human and thrust into the chaotic world of Total Drama Island, Spike must prove his adaptability and survival skills to win the bet. As the competition unfolds, Spike faces challenges both physical and emotional, relying on his wit and determination to navigate the trials of the reality show.<br/>As Spike's journey on Total Drama Island unfolds, his loved ones follow his progress with a mixture of concern and curiosity. Each challenge he faces serves as a reminder of his bravery and determination, inspiring those who care about him to confront their own fears and insecurities. And when the times of episodes comes in... his friends and family gather together, united in their support for the courageous dragon-turned-human who dared to embark on his own adventure.</p><p>In the end, whether Spike emerges victorious or not, his journey serves as a testament to the power of friendship, resilience, and the indomitable spirit of adventure. And as he returns to Ponyville, his friends and family greet him with open arms, knowing that no matter what challenges lie ahead, they will face them together.</p><p>Will he only create friendship around that show? Or would have something more in the new dimension he is going to be?</p>

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2024-02-20T01:36:30+00:00

As the first faint light of dawn begins to pierce through the darkness, the tranquil beauty of Camp Wawanakwa is illuminated in the soft glow of early morning. The air is crisp and still, carrying the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant sounds of nature awakening from its slumber. Most of the campers are still lost in the embrace of sleep, their cabins over their bunk beds, shrouded in shadows as they dream undisturbed. But amidst the quietude, there is one figure who is already awake, his keen eyes fixed on the horizon in eager anticipation. Spike, the young dragon-turned-human, stands at the edge of the camp, his gaze fixed on the eastern sky. For him, this predawn hour holds a special significance, a time when the world seems to hold its breath in anticipation of the coming day. Since the time he was a baby dragon, he had the habit of waking up before sunrise. As the minutes tick by, Spike watches with reverence as the first hints of light begin to paint the sky in shades of pink and gold. It is a sight that never fails to fill him with awe and wonder, a reminder of the beauty and majesty of the world around him. In this fleeting moment between night and day, Spike finds solace and strength, drawing inspiration from the memory of Princess Celestia, the ruler of Equestria, and the pony who took him under her wings and declared as her own son, the alicorn who raises the sun every morning with grace and power. Like her, Spike too embraces the dawn, greeting each new day with hope and determination. Since he was far away from the ponykind, the castle of friendship... The only solace that he knew that he could trust to remind home... was his dreams, and the sun above him... As the sun finally breaks free from the horizon, casting its golden rays across the landscape, Spike smiles, his heart filled with gratitude for the simple beauty of a sunrise and the promise of a brand new day. "Good morning Mom," Spike whispered as he glanced at the lights of the sun slower than most of the times he would see in Equestria... Maybe the sun from this dimension was much bigger in comparison to the world he lived in, and from the concept of how Sunset was explained to him, the sun of the humans, remained on its spot, while the planet they live on turned around the sun, as the same way when the moons turns around the planet. It was the most absurd thing he ever heard in his life, and yet, he believed that his mom and aunt were the best ponies to actually do their work every single day, and laugh at how the planet and the sun and moon would work by themselves without magic. And yet, the sun has the same beauty that it has from Equestria, thinking that maybe someday, his mom and aunt would like to pass the time on Earth, just to see how the stars, moon, and sun work by themselves... It would have been a good prank on them. At least Spike knew that his team would have 3 days to relax and enjoy the camp around before possibly the next challenge... Spike chuckled... Seeing how Discord indeed did everything make him to blend around the humans, he planned so much that it became even absurd and chaotic. Telling his brother was a police commissioner was something he didn't think, and when he tried to talk about his mom and aunt... Their jobs looked similar to the Principal and Vice Principal of his sister Sunset Shimmer from that other dimension. But Spike learned more details when he tried to explain... it seems that more than that, they both have part of the council and the administration of Canterlot, which was also a very interesting way to tell that his mom and aunt were indeed very important... Just like the way he tried to explain Twilight and the other girls from Ponyville, it was indeed similar but also had something to make them very interesting people. And from the time he checked the pictures and portraits, and even the album of photos, Discord indeed was serious when he did that, since he humanized every single member, all the photos... He couldn't help to be impressed by the Lord of Chaos... But also there is one picture that he took for himself and placed on his jacket. Since he knows someone would ask for them. And now, he is contemplating what he is going to do for the whole day. "Man, jumping from a high cliff and then building a hot tube as the first challenge," Spike mused, as he took a look time to walk near the said construction, and with a good idea on his head... . . . "Ahhhhhhh," Spike felt the massage of the bubbles coming directly to his skin, the warm water which was something refreshing and relaxing, the same way he felt at the time he swam in the lava. It was warm, and cozy and made the green and purple-haired boy appreciate even more the fruits of his labor. And with all the scare, adrenaline, and even concern he had over the campers... Spike felt for the first time a good break for him to relax. "Man, now I just need a claw massage and everything would have been perfect." Spike mused at the time he passed the whole 3 days with his sister organizing and reshelving all the books... something that he would not miss at all, but at least Twilight promised him a claw massage and he would get it one, so being satisfied to be alone with himself, and watching the lights around the sun rising little by little, it was a good way to start his morning. "Wow, it seems that you are enjoying your morning already." Then a voice said in surprise which made Spike move to the other side of the hot tub. And to his relief, was Courtney who was now with both her eyes like nothing had happened on the day before. Such for the relief of the boy dragon. And yet, the C.I.T. girl showed some signals of tiredness on her face. "Hey Courtney, good morning." Spike smiled as he saw that his treatment worked on her. "Yeah, sleeping early and then waking up early as well." "Since when you were up?" Courtney asked as she could see that the duo color-haired boy seemed not even tired at all. "An hour ago." Spike shrugged and from seeing the shocked expression on Courtney's face, he chuckled at her reaction. "I always wake up 15 minutes before dawn. Which always makes me see the sun getting up." Courtney was surprised by such a statement, and she then could guess that the boy always sleeps early, so he probably would be the first person to wake up. From his demeanor and the way he acted, it seems that he has been doing that from early. "Since when have you been doing that?" Courtney got curious, about someone being so ready to be productive in a time like this, he must have been used to doing something to get up this early. "Since I was 4 years old." And the more she talked with Spike, every single answer which came from his mouth, made her even more shocked. "Did your aunt teach you to wake up early?" Courtney asked but this time Spike shook his head which made the girl raise her eyebrow. "Nah, it's my mom Celestia who got me up since I was a kid, and every day, she kept me nearby her just for we two watch the sunrise together. She wakes up before dawn every single day, and she waits until dawn just for later go to work." Spike said as he then gave a good glance towards his clothing which was in a safe distance from the hot tub... "Hey, I have one better idea, there is a photo inside my jacket's pocket, if you are curious to see it, you can grab it for me." "Are you sure?" Courtney asked as she felt interested to know about the family the boy told his story about. She had to confess that her curiosity brought the best of her, so she immediately went to see what was the photo. Spike was laying and relaxing his mind with a good massage of bubbles, when he suddenly looked at Courtney bringing the picture for him, with a shocked face... Spike knew that the reaction would be like that. "Well, long story short... I was a baby orphan, and my mom Celestia was the first person to find me and started raising me with my aunt Luna, but since she also had a child named Sunset Shimmer my sister, and my cousins Blueblood and Mi Amore Cadenza, she prefers the name Cadance, my mom had a lot to keep up, with work, responsibilities and our family." Spike with his hand dry, pointed at which person of the family he described, and Courtney noticed as her eyes went wide open from each bomb drop, and from how differently every single member of the family he had, most of them had colored hairs, well, except Blueblood, but from the way she looked, it seems that yellow color was almost goldish and it shouldn't sparkle like that. But she kept listening to Spike telling the story. "Responsibilities my mom and aunt had to deal with, and since me and my sister and cousins were so young. She noticed that another family also tried to adopt me as a baby... So she went in contact and discovered that the family was nobody else than Twilight Sparkle, my other adoptive sister who has been my friend since I was 4 and she was 10... They wanted to adopt me because my other adoptive mother, Twilight Velvet looked at me as a mother, and they were struggling financially since my adoptive father Night Light had to deal with the stress intro trying to make a discovery and find good money to invest into both my brother's studies to police training and military studies and also finance my sister to a particular school... which was surprisingly the same one my Mom Celestia is the Principal..." Courtney had her mouth wide open as Spike kept sharing more and more of the story, and from seeing Celestia manage to make a duo adoption contract, unifying both families, to support each other like it was a union between families by marriage, and then she just saw the picture of the commissioner Shining Armor with his dark blue hair, and smiling in affection on the cousin Spike told about, the three colored woman who seemed to have a baby? wait... "Wait..." Courtney had her eyes wide open in disbelief when she saw Spike nodding to her. "Yep, after Cadance passed the time babysitting both me and Twilight, Shining had a good time with her and talked so much, that later it became a relationship between the two... and then years later, they got married, and had Flurry Heart, don't let that innocent smile fools you..." Spike said as he whispered the last part to her. "That girl likes to cause problems, I once saw her trashing the whole kitchen just because her favorite snail plushy wasn't there... It was madness...isn't that crazy?...Courtney? Courtneeeeey." Spike was so happy to talk about his family, but he didn't notice that Courtney suddenly her brain just got a blue-screen error... "Courtney?" Spike snapped his fingers a few times but then noticed that the girl had been in shock for so long. He then remembered the times Twilight got the same reaction when Pinkie Pie did her Pinkie Sense... If was Twilight he would know how to disarm such a freeze state... However he just meets Courtney in one day, and he doesn't know the trigger words to disarm the C.I.T. girl from her frozen state... So after shrugging, Spike went back to relax in the hot tub. Ignoring the state of the girl who was still frozen in her place. Gwen spent most of the time trying to get used to her destroyed bed since the giant Jamaican by accident managed to make her have a bit of difficulty. The first day around the island has been nothing but unpleasing to the goth, but she accepted that she could get used to everything around the show. So what if she had to wake up a bit earlier because her bed was broken? She would try to find a way to make herself comfortable around the cabin... Seing the girls in her cabin seemed to be enjoying a well-pleasing dream, she just rolled her eyes and decided to take her toothbrush and a towel and leave the place to have a shower... "Well, at least they seemed to be having better dreams than mine," Gwen murmured as she walked outside from the female cabin, and saw herself welcomed slightly with the little delight of the sunlight around her. The time around she woke up would probably be between 6 to 7 a.m. she guessed, so it was still far too early than she was used to. At the time she was walking, she then noticed something, her eyes opened in surprise when she saw someone from her team using the hot tub that early. The green and purple-haired boy seemed to be so happy relaxing, while nearby him, was the bossy girl who risked and lost the last challenge. Not moving an inch. The goth girl raised her eyebrow and walked to see the girl who was completely shocked by something, and giving a side glance, she could see a little photograph. "Oh hey Gwen, good morning." Then the boy who was relaxing in the hot tub called which made the goth stare at Spike who seemed to not even notice the C.I.T girl being nearby him...Spike gave a glance to Courtney and with a sigh decided to try something. "Can you do me a favor and take the photo from Courtney's hands and give it a few steps away? "Yeah, sure," Gwen said as she waved her hand in front of the brown-haired girl, who seemed to be not reacting at all... So by taking out the photograph from her hands, Gwen gave a few steps away. Spike smiled at her in gratitude. With his hand, made a good splash of water which Courtney was caught by surprise. *SPLASH* "Wha... WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" Courtney after the water splashed on her face and body, snapped from her shock and glared at the sheepish boy who was scratching his head. "Sorry, Courtney, but you have been like that for a while. I had to take you out from shock." The dragon boy apologized and launched a towel for the girl... Courtney remained quiet, as she looked the paper wasn't in her hands anymore. "Okay, that's fair, just don't do that again." Courtney huffed noticing the boy was telling the truth, but then she just saw Gwen who was still looking at them two in surprise. "What?" "Since when did you two get close?" Gwen asked as she looked amused to see the bossy C.I.T. talking with another person like she was a decent person. "What do you mean by that"? Courtney stomped her foot on the floor, while Spike glanced at Gwen and just shrugged. "She had a bug bite on her eye yesterday, so I made the bandage on her eye," Spike said and Gwen had her eyes wide open in surprise. "Oh yeah, Leshawna told me that you went to treat someone," Gwen commented as Courtney coughed in her fist. And Spike blinks. "Ohhh, that's right. Nice to see your eye recovered and well." Spike smiled, while Courtney was in silence... "What's wrong?" "Nothing," Courtney said in surprise, which made the boy tilted his head to her. And with a sigh, she shook her head. "I'm just going to take a shower... Thank you for your help yesterday... for everything,.." And just like that, the C.I.T. girl left, leaving Spike confused, and an amused girl who was now interested in what happened. "Wow, I don't know what you did to her, but great work," Gwen commented as she could see that girl wasn't acting the most annoying brat from the day before, and Spike who was just confused, just smiled at the goth warmly. "I just did what was the right thing to do," Spike commented, as he could see Gwen glancing at his picture. "Yeah, it's my family." "I have to say, I loved the fact everyone has colored hair like you, it makes them a very unique family." Gwen had to say, she was impressed by the fact that she wasn't the only one who had different hair colors, but also the entire family of the boy nearby her... Even the baby has lavender with cyan shades on her hair. It was courageous for an entire family to see doing that. "So this is your whole family?" "Yep, from the left side is my adoptive family, and on the right side is my main family." Spike nodded his head, as she could see the girl with yellow and red hair and the other girl with dark blue and pink hair. Both had each by his side, and he was in the middle of the family. "Those are your sisters?" Gwen asked and Spike gladly nodded his head to her, and then thinking for a moment, she had a very interesting idea. "I have some photos of my family too, do you want to see them?" "Sure, I can bring my family album. I brought it with me, and you can see some of my and my sister's friends. I think you are going to like Fluttershy's photo and her animal sanctuary." Spike commented happily, and Gwen as her gothic nature, enjoyed that idea. "I'm going to hold you for it." Gwen smiled, not knowing that somehow, the natural happy smile from the boy was so captivating, like someone who likes to help and yet makes her more comfortable to be around him. "I will not take long." "Sure, I'm going to dress myself." Spike smiled, as he thought it was a good time for himself to stop using the hot tub and be ready for the day. (Main Lodge) "And that's my family," Spike commented, as he also could see Gwen looking at him in surprise and with a big confusion on her face. "Did you just froze like Courtney?" "Oh, no, no." Gwen shook her head as she saw the album in front of her, and comprehended why the bossy Courtney had her brain frozen from all that confusing information. It was so absurd, and yet Spike sounded so assured that it must have been the truth. "And both your families are okay with you participating in this reality show? You said your sister became principal of her own school, and you are working as her council of the school." "Well, I'm... but they are in summer break so that means I can use my own vacations, and I spent the last month visiting everyone, so I would have the whole summer break doing nothing at home," Spike said as he started eating the slob food with an amusement look, and seeing Gwen looking disgusted at the food, he just nodded at her. "Hey, this food isn't that good, but trust me, if you eat anything Twilight did in the kitchen, or my friend's sister Sweetie Belle, you would be horrified by what they could have done..." "Err... I kinda doubt that." Gwen said, which Spike rolled his eyes, but then another question came up in your mind. "So you planned to stay the summer break at your house... so what made you start participating in this show?" The goth girl asked and Spike groaned annoyed. "My friend made a bet with me that I couldn't win the game... and let's just say that the stakes of me being here are high, and I don't want to lose," Spike said as he acted mysteriously, and with that Gwen gave a slight smile from the way he acted. "I know that feeling? My brother Leonard challenged me to send an audition tape, and now I'm here." Gwen commented as Spike laughed at that comment in agreement. "Hahaha, I can understand, my friend Discord did an audition tape and edited it to send to Chris, and he just told me the day before they made me sign the contract." Spike laughed as he could see Gwen smirking from the unfortunate time he was tricked. "If you want I can tell some stories about how my friend messed up with me with his pranks but also my whole family." "Well, I can't wait to know about it..." Gwen smiled as she looked at the whole group of friends, and from her eyes she got wide open in surprise at how everyone looked. Firstly was Twilight Sparkle who was wearing her usual hairstyle, however, her clothing looked very well suit dignified for a Principal of a School which Spike must have talked about. Then there was another girl with rainbow hair, which looked like a very well confident and cocky woman, however, she was dressing a very blue and yellow military uniform which seemed to be from the Air Force. Then there was a pink and fluffy hair girl who seemed to be grinning so big that you could see the sparkle on her eyes and teeth, then there was a girl wearing a stetson hat, and she seemed to be a very well strong woman who was wearing farm clothing, then a very delicate woman with pink hair, who was smiling sweetly with a bunny on her head... There was also a very well-dressed woman with dark purple hair wearing a clothing style that looked very well made and had almost a pattern style like the boy was wearing in front of her. "Wow, those are your sister's friends?" "Yep? Twilight is that one, then there is Rainbow Dash, then Pinkie Pie, that one is Applejack, and this one is Fluttershy the person you are curious about, and that one is Rarity, she is the one who made these clothes for me." Spike said as he pointed out which person was who, and Gwen had to admit that every single girl seemed unique from the interesting style, but she couldn't help but muse by the names. "Applejack? Rainbow Dash? Pinkie Pie? Your city is weird to have all these kinds of different names Spike." Gwen commented sarcastically, but Spike didn't seem offended at all. "That's fine, everyone has some sort of culture, so living in a place where this would be common was not such a shock for me. So, this is your family? Your mom, your grandma, and your brother?" Spike asked as he could see a dark brown-haired woman happy, a dark brown-haired boy messing with the girl with aqua blue hair, and the grandmother also having the same color of her hair... And looking at the smile of the goth, even if she had some groaning from having also bad memories, possibly about the teasing of how both siblings would pick up each other. Spike smiled, he seemed to be having a great time with another friend. "Hey guys, what's up?" Then a familiar voice came, which Spike turned his head, and saw Trent and Owen also getting inside to have their breakfast. "What are you guys doing?" And with a smile, Spike showed his album of photos. It didn't take long until the group of Screaming Gophers went inside the main lodge and noticed that there was a little circle around the table of Screaming Gophers. Some members of the Killer Bass stared in surprise at seeing some of the campers who went to see some photos stare at the purple and green-haired boy in surprise and shock. "Wait, you mean that there is a whole family named Apple? And they are farmers their main product would be selling apples?" Cody asked and Spike nodded his head. "Yep, there isn't an apple better than the Sweet Apple Acres from Apple's family. My best friend Big Macintosh and his sisters Applejack and Apple Bloom try to make sure the farm keeps running smoothly and even sell the great products they have like their apple pies, and apple cider."Spike answered the geek boy as he even brought a picture of the farm, one which the guys and even Leshawna whistled from seeing a farm with hundreds of apple trees, and even a picture of everyone waiting in a line with a happy smile... Especially the girl with Rainbow hair. "Which was the most awaited product for the whole city. I once saw Rainbow Dash cry for not being one of the first people to buy the cider in time." "Wait, do you mean this hot chick right here?" Cody asked in surprise as he saw the picture of the rainbow-haired girl wearing the military jacket. "She is wearing some military jacket, does she list herself?" "Oh, that's her Wonderbolt jacket. They are focused on flying stunts, which is a good way to make entertainment and they are heroes of the city... Like the Blue Angels." Spike answered the question and just like another dropped bomb, he turned the page showing what would be the version of Wonderbolt ace model of jet... "From Twilight told me, RD managed to pass Mach 5 speeds in 10 seconds flat. The Sonic Rainbow it's her jet." "Hot damn." Leshawna was impressed as she could see the girl staring cocky at the photograph, and from the way she managed to pull up something like that, and being able to resist the pressure of flying, she must have the right to brag about it. "Why do I have the impression at the time she uses this jet and reaches match 5, rainbows would appear behind the jet?"Trent asked in surprise, but Spike shook his head. "No, it happens when she reaches Mach 10," Spike said which Noah who was just ignoring the confusion and kept reading his book. "You know that Mach 10 would be in 7,6000 mph right?" Noah rolled his eyes since he wouldn't believe such useless info... "Actually the speed of Mach 10 refers to traveling at ten times the speed of sound in a particular medium. The speed of sound varies depending on factors such as temperature and pressure. At sea level and room temperature, the speed of sound in dry air is approximately 343 meters per second (about 1,235 kilometers per hour or 767 miles per hour), " Spike gave an explanation which made Noah drop his book and then stare at the green haired boy who kept looking at him. "Therefore, traveling at Mach 10 would be approximately 3,430 meters per second (about 12,350 kilometers per hour or 7,672 miles per hour) in those conditions. Trust me, I know... Twilight was there to set a test of speed and I was there to write the notes." And just like that the bookworm boy felt like he found someone as smart as him... Which left the whole group asking the same question in their minds. "What the hell did Chris bring to the island?" Most of the Screaming Gophers thought about it... Little by little, the time was passing, and Spike didn't want to make everyone just focus on him, so he also asked about their families... Noah's telling about the annoying quantity of siblings he has was something nobody expected from the sarcastic bookworm. He was using the opportunity to make sure to survive by dealing with old sisters and young sisters and brothers as well. Trent tells stories about his father and Owen's cheerful and happiness about his whole family being that happy just like him... The group seemed to be enjoying the good talk of the morning, not realizing that someone was paying attention to it, and narrowing her eyes at the possible boy who seemed to be gathering a lot of people around him. The Korean queen bee, scoffed as she went to eat the terrible food from the torturing show. "Awwww, who is this precious little girl?" Lindsay smiled as she brought a picture of the newest member of the Sparkle family. "Oh, that's Flurry Heart, that picture was taken last year. Twilight passed the entire day with our niece, and she always seemed to be so happy to see Flurry around at home." Spike waved as he finally finished eating the food, and was satisfied to talk about his family. (Beach) Despite its natural beauty, Camp Wawanakwa is marred by the presence of litter and debris scattered throughout the area. Here's how the trash might be described: The once pristine sands of the beach are now littered with debris, with plastic bottles, wrappers, and discarded food containers strewn about haphazardly. The shoreline is marred by driftwood and broken branches, washed ashore by the relentless waves. Seagulls scavenge among the refuse, picking at discarded scraps in search of sustenance. Along the water's edge, discarded toys and broken beach chairs lie half-buried in the sand, abandoned by careless campers. Plastic bags flutter in the breeze, caught in the branches of nearby trees, or tangled in the underbrush. The rocky outcrops that line the coastline are coated in algae and seaweed, with bits of trash and debris caught in the crevices. Discarded fishing nets and tangled ropes litter the shore, evidence of past boating and fishing expeditions gone awry. Despite efforts to maintain the camp's natural beauty, the pervasive presence of trash serves as a stark reminder of the need for environmental stewardship and responsible waste management. As campers navigate the beach, they must tread carefully to avoid stepping on discarded items or becoming entangled in the debris that litters the shoreline. Bridgette sighed in disappointment, seeing how trashed the island had been, and a good part of her knew that she should do something. So on that specific morning after the first challenge, she brought a plastic bag and was ready to little by little start cleaning the shore that she dreamed of having some good surf later. "Alright Bridgette, the trash isn't going to clean itself." The surfer said that she wanted to make the sand of the beach clean again and help nature which was in her own element. She wanted to surf but to make sure that everything would take maybe a few days, but good work would be enough for her to enjoy the rest of the summer and have a great time if she survived the show for so long. Bridgette was about to take the first trash, but then she heard a voice behind her and the sound of someone scribing. "Whoa, this place looks way more trashed than the time we did the challenge yesterday," Spike commented as he was holding a clipboard and already with a pencil in his hand. "This place would need hours if not days to clean everything up." "Oh, hello." Bridgette was surprised by the boy who just smiled at her, and noticing that she was feeling the same thing related to the beach, she could tell that it was a fact that she had a lot of work to do. "Okay, do you need some help?" And like magical words, Bridgette never felt so relieved that there was also someone interested in helping her in the good cause of making the beach cleaner and better for people to start surfing. "That actually would be nice. If that is not a problem." Bridgette replied, as much she wanted help, she was polite to accept in case the boy decided to change his mind. "Nah, that's okay. I'm not the number one assistant for nothing." Spike smiled as he bumped into his chest with a fist, like a proud boy who was happy to help. "So let's see... Plastic bottles, some metal cans... some broken wood. Hmmm... hmmm. The distance from the sand to the water... And then there were also the rocks nearby as well. And the trash on the water would also take a bit of time, but if we managed to make a square of doing that by dawn and then until breakfast time, it would be enough to finish this until Sunday." Bridgette blinked, as she saw the boy giving a paper, and seeing to even some details and a schedule to which area they should focus, the first day, they should focus on cleaning and separating all the plastic from the sand, then on the next day, they would try to deal with the glass, metal and even wood around the sand, and on the next day cleaning the rocks, and then the water... Slowly but with good progress. Less than 4 days, would be enough for them to make the beach look great. Without overworking both of them. "Do you think that could work?" Bridgette asked hopefully, but seeing the terminated face of the boy dragon who happily was happy to help, nodded his head to her. "Of course, we better just start with something easy today. I'm going to check if there is plastic on the West, and you check on the East. A good schedule would be a good way to make us focus, and I hated to admit it, but my sister may be a crazy schedule maniac, but sometimes a good schedule helps to set things straight." Spike smiled at her, but then he blinked and smiled sheepishly. "Oh... also, I'm Spike. Nice to meet you." "Oh," Bridgette had her eyes wide open... since they never got time to introduce themselves, they would just talk about little things but never actually interacted much from yesterday. "Nice to meet you, Spike, sorry for not telling my name sooner, my name is Bridgette." "Well, that's a nice name." Spike nodded his head in approval, and the surfer noticed his kind smile at her, and she couldn't help but smile at the compliment. "Thanks, my father gave it to me." The surfer smiled, seeing he was being kind to her, she already started to like to have some help and enjoy the show. After what had been 2 hours cleaning the shore, Spike walked all the way from the camp, holding what would be 3 trash bags filled with plastic products like teeth paste, water bottles, something he doesn't know what it is, but it's a lethal trap for himself, since somehow that little circles managed to make his hands trapped around the mortal trap, thank Faust that he didn't place his head around it or he would been in a shame position which he swear that he would hear Rainbow Dash laughing from something silly like that. So the only logical thing he would do... *Phoooooo* Spike slowly breathed what would be a yellow and orange flame from his mouth. Which was the smallest he could do to melt the plastic and make it limp enough for him to use his strength to destroy it. "Okay note to self, never touch whatever monstrous trap this was. This thing can be horrifying and Fluttershy would freak out if she sees one of these in some of her friends." Spike murmured, but the way the seagull tilted its head like a dumb bird, made Spike chuckle at the bird's naivety in its life. "You're welcome." Spike walked back to the shore with Bridgette already focusing on closing her trash bag. She also managed to fill 2 trashbags... And she was already sweating from all the work she had done. Spike was his usual assistant of Princess of Friendship, but also being his right claw since the day he was a little dragon, he knew when it was the time to stop and to also remind Twilight to have a break. Spike was about to open his mouth but Bridgette interrupted him as she spoke with herself. "Alright, I think that's enough for today. The entire shore is without plastic, and going forward from that would be exhausting." The surfer said as felt a bit happier to have done her part and she hoped Spike had done his part as well. "I agree," And his voice behind her made her turn her head surprised to see Spike also done and with three trash bags. "The west side until camp is without plastic. And I think a good break and a swim would be good for the day." And Bridgette had to admit, the desire to rest and even swim, even if was temptating, even if was still with a few papers around somewhere, but she just shrugged, big projects from Green Peace weren't concluded on the same day. It takes a lot of days to make something good for the wild nature. Like cleaning the beach, she thought to herself. Instead of what would take the entire day for taking the plastic from the sand, she did get a good help. She shot a thankful glance at the boy who took his t-shirt and with his green, purple shorts, he went to the water just to have a good way to relax himself. And giving a slight glance at her surfboard, and with a smile, she knew what she was going to do. Spike was feeling happy to finally have a good time of break, and he had to confess that his team while every single one of them seemed to be interesting, he also valued the times he would be alone... Spike was happy to be swimming and dealing with the slight waves around the beach until he had his eyes wide open to see someone using a board and standing above the wave, as it was something natural to her, she was using the surfer board as something foreign for the boy who had his eyes wide open from seeing how amazing it was by seeing the girl surfing in front of him. At the time she just finished taking a wave, and she was sitting on her surfer board when she then saw the boy nearby her. "THAT WAS AWESOME," Spike said as he never thought to see someone walking over the water, it was magic? Maybe it was something humans could do, so ideas came to his mind to even ask Sunset and also tell Twilight about such a discovery. "Thanks," Bridgette smiled as she saw Spike's eye looking in awe about something she did. "Ever surf before?" Spike shook his head, as he seemed to be so confused about the name of surf, and he wasn't aware of what to say. Bridgette smiled at the curiosity of the boy, and she couldn't help but appreciate and be thankful for his help. So he decided to do what would be the best for that situation. "If you want, I can teach you."The surfer offered her assistance, and Spike's smile showed that he was very excited about the idea. "Really? Man, that's so cool. Going over the water and doing that. It seems so cool." The dragon boy seemed to be happy with the outcome of the idea, and seeing the blonde surfer being kind to him. He was happy to see that maybe Discord was right and it was going to be a great experience for him to enjoy the time instead of being alone in the castle. And maybe, having a good time enjoying a tiny vacation for himself, while trying to survive on the show. The possibilities are endless. And with that, Bridgette gave a good smile to the boy, and seemed to have been the start of one amazing partnership... (Screaming Gopher Boy's cabin) "Wow, I'm so beaten," Trent said as he seemed to have enjoyed a good part around the camp since he was exploring and learning more about what Camp Wawanakwa had to offer around, and even if they promised them a resort 5 stars, Trent tried to remain positive with the idea of meeting the other members of his team and to confess most of them aren't bad, Noah can be very smart but sometimes his comments can be a bit too much, Cody seems to be a pretty chill dude to hang out, however he tries to flirt with the other girls which lead to him being launched to the ground... Owen is awesome to hang out with because of his positivity and even funny comments... And there is also Spike, who seemed to be the type of guy who you would like to have as a best friend, that dude seemed to be always telling funny things about his family and friends of his family. And from what he has been on the beach, he seemed to be helping one of the campers Bridgette to clean the beach in exchange for surfing lessons... He was surprised that the girl seemed to be very comfortable with Spike, he shows a very good way of talking with the girls, maybe that's because he has helping his sister's friends for so long, that he got used to talking with them... Maybe he could call Spike to hang out with him on the next day since they have 3 days to enjoy before the next challenge... But he also was against the idea because Spike seemed to be determined to help Bridgette clean the beach as he watched them away... "Nice," Trent commented to himself because he could see the duo actually developing a very good relationship of friendship or even more in the future. So he was happy to see a boy like Spike causing a great impression to the boys, and girls, so he couldn't wait for what possibly could be the next challenge. At the time he came to the cabin, he was surprised to see the green and purple-haired boy sleeping in the bunker that early... He was surprised to not see Spike at the hot tub party with the other Screaming Gophers since he preferred to go to sleep at that hour. It's not like he couldn't understand, but it was surprising to see the boy have once again slept at the time he and the other boys arrived at the cabin. "Wow, once again he is already sleeping," Trent commented in amusement as he could see Noah appearing behind him with a big book in his hands. "What a big surprise, do you want a medal?" Noah sarcastically asked seeing the guitarist narrowing his eyes at him. Noah wasn't phased, he already could guess... "He woke up before dawn, so he is the type to wake up way too early and sleep early as well." "Oh, really? Wow, he must have been working hard into cleaning the beach with Bridgette this long." Trent asked in surprise, as he could see the bookworm and the chubby camper who appeared behind him. "Oh, Spike is cleaning the beach with Bridgette? That's awesome, it will be awesome if we spend more time hanging out on the beach after the other days, being on the sand, doing sand castles, and even swimming in the water." Owen was very optimistic knowing about how the beach would be awesome if the trash would be cleaned but also having a great time at the beach itself. "And still deal with the sharks? Pass." Noah replied as he could see the duo staring at him in surprise, and the idea of sharks still lurking around the camp was something that shook their spines. "I wish them and whatever person who feels lucky to swim in that area with sharks and survive. The boys felt unsure, about what to say... But giving another look at the foreign boy who came from another country, they couldn't help but imagine what the boy would do on the day after. "Are you going to do that every day?" A voice was heard as the boy who was enjoying a good time in the hot tub until he heard a familiar voice which made the boy from Equestria smile at the brown girl who was with her arms crossed at him. "Well, I would offer you to come here and enjoy the water. Like my friend would say... The water it's divine, darling."Spike splashed water over his head and somehow managed to make his own hair wavy and impersonate a mare who he had a crush on before... And at the time he made the personification of the element of generosity. Courtney had raised her eyebrow in surprise since she had no idea who that person was, but it seemed Spike really was inviting her to enjoy a good hot tube, and it sounded tempting for her. "Tempting, but I wouldn't suggest that, since knowing Chris, probably he wouldn't let your team share the hot tube with the other team." Courtney sighed as she couldn't help but see that indeed a hot tube would have been nice after such a stressful time. "Well suit yourself," Spike replied as he was already feeling relaxed from waking up at that hour, saying good morning to the sun in the same way saying good night to the moon, a ritual that he does to make himself remember more about his mom. And get ready for the day. Passing an hour, Courtney had to confess, that she enjoyed spending the morning talking with Spike, both of them talked about the possibilities of what would be the next challenge, how Spike felt about coming to Canada for the first time, and she also had curiosity in relation of what he said to the Screaming Gophers about the photo album... Spike was too kind to even bring the album to her to see the photos as well. "Wait, really? A whole family is named after apples?" Courtney asked in disbelief but then saw a picture of a very old grandma, a well-strong blond boy, a well-fit and strong girl, and a little girl whom the whole family raised their biceps to make sure to show strength. "Yep, Granny Smith, Big Macintosh, Applejack, and Apple Bloom," Spike said as he explained again to his friend about the Apple family, and seeing that she was still shocked, but also accepting that kind of information, she then remembered the names of his family, and every single one has a unique name... "Okay, I believe in that," Courtney replied as she could see another picture of Spike's friends and then saw what would be the blond bulky teenager, himself and then a man with mischievous eyes, black and white hair colors yellow eyes, and what would be the craziest combination of clothing that ever existed in her life. Pants with two colors, two different shoes, and a ripped leather jacket. "Err... Spike, I can see your Apple friend here with you, but who is this one?" The C.I.T. girl asked as she pointed at the picture which Spike gave a slight glance and then frozes into seeing a picture of his friends... "Oh... it's Discord." Spike commented and the girl stared at him with an unamused look on her face. "I know, I know... But he is the one who decided to send my audition tape and made a bet with me, and now I'm forced to win..." "What did you have to bet against him to make you so serious about winning the show?" Courtney asked in concern, but Spike just waved his hand. "Nothing to worry about, just a bet between us two." Spike dismissed her concerns as he then pointed out at the duo. "He may look very strange and intimidating, chaotic on the most part..." And with that Spike became silent, and focused on relaxing on the hot tub... Courtney tilted her head as she expected something from him. "But?" Courtney inquired to the boy who was suddenly surprised by the question. "Oh... he is learning to get better, and we have Fluttershy to put him on the leash," Spike said which made the C.I.T. girl be surprised by that comment. "Isn't that the girl the shy one from the group of your sister's friends?" Courtney asked and Spike smiled widely. "Eeyup." Spike quoted his friend BigMac and laughed at such a thought on his mind. "Nobody believed it, but Discord's relationship with Fluttershy has been the best thing that happened to him, it was her idea to make him get inside our circle of friends. And the guy's night gets awesome when we have a third member doing a roleplay with us." "Roleplay?" Courtney asked as she got more confused the more she talked about the chaotic man, and once again became a routine which Courtney never thought she would develop a good friendship with the boy in front of her... and maybe in the future it would become something more. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the tranquil landscape of Equestria, the Castle of Friendship stood silent and empty against the fading light. Inside the grand hall, the air was still, the echoes of laughter and friendship that once filled the space now a distant memory. But as the last rays of daylight filtered through the stained glass windows, illuminating the room in a warm, golden glow, a strange phenomenon began to unfold. The mirror that served as a portal to the human world, usually dormant and inactive, suddenly came to life with a crackle of energy. Sparks danced along the edges of the mirror's frame, casting flickering shadows on the walls as if signaling the arrival of an unexpected visitor. With a soft hum, the surface of the mirror rippled and shimmered, distorting the reflection of the room as it prepared to open a doorway between worlds. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the swirling vortex of light, stepping out of the mirror and into the castle with a sense of purpose and determination. It was Sunset Shimmer, her fiery mane and tail glowing softly in the dim light as she took in her with a powerful entrance. "DON'T WAIT FOR MORE, THE BEST SISTER IN THE WORLD JUST CAME HERE TO VISIT HER LITTLE BROTHER," Sunset shouted happily as she looked around just to see the entire place was now... empty... "That's odd... where is Spike and Twilight?" Sunset's gaze swept over the familiar surroundings of the Castle of Friendship, though she had long since left Equestria behind to start a new life in the human world, there was still a part of her that yearned for the warmth and companionship she had known in this magical kingdom. She remembered that Twilight had messaged her through the journal that Spike would be alone in the castle for a whole month, so she offered herself to be inside the said castle and babysit her little brother... "Where the hell is he?" Sunset asked as she tried to look around and found just a letter above the table of friendship... which was supposed to be addressed to her mom... Shrugging her hooves, while still trying to get used to it... Sunset decided to look around and just open the letter to see what was written... And from the content inside of it, her eyes went wide open as she couldn't believe it. "Spike is in a reality show and nobody told me?" Sunset said in disbelief, as she was now confused about how the Equestrians managed to have a television,... but then the little mare shook her head. "Right, this letter was supposed to go to mom... Well, I think my trip back to Canterlot is going to take earlier than I thought... Now, let's go home."

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Mare Do Well,Original Character,Sweetie Belle,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Dark,Drama,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

One death equals a thousand

Mare do well vs a twisted mind and beyond

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<p>Chance. </p><p>Choice.</p><p>These two couldn't be more different from one another. </p><p>For mare do well it couldn't be more complicated.</p>

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2024-02-12T19:34:08+00:00

2024-02-12T19:34:08+00:00

The sun was just beginning its descent below the horizon, bathing the skyline of Ponyville in hues of orange and pink. Mare Do Well surveyed the city streets from her post atop the police headquarters, scanning for any signs of disturbance amid the chatter and bustle of evening routines. All had seemed peaceful, until the alert came crackling through her earpiece - an armed robbery in progress at the Bank of Equestria. Galloping at top speed, she arrived on the scene within minutes to find the bank tellers huddled trembling in the vault, with Sweet Tooth hovering menacingly over their prone forms. His cold blue eyes glinted with malign intent beneath a patchy gray mane as he bellowed demands to fill his sack with every last bit. "Stand down, Sweet Tooth. Your criminal schemes end here," Mare Do Well called out in a steely tone, planting her hooves squarely between him and the hostages. A feral grin split Sweet Tooth's face at the sight of his longtime nemesis. "Well, well, if it isn't my old friend Mare. Come to ruin all my fun again, I see." He let out a derisive laugh that sent shivers down her spine. "Tell me, how does it feel knowing you destroyed what was left of my family?" Mare Do Well narrowed her eyes, taken aback by this new detail but keeping her guard up. "Your parents' actions landed them in prison, not mine. Now come peacefully before—" She got no further before Sweet Tooth lunged at her with a hiss, dropping his loot sack to free both hooves for fighting. Mare Do Well deftly evaded his wild swipes, refusing to counterattack for fear of endangering the hostages still cowering a short distance away. Sweet Tooth seemed to anticipate this, using every opportunity to herd her closer to the trembling ponies. It soon became clear he grasped hostage situations far too well, shifting tactics to goad and distract Mare Do Well while inching ever nearer to his bargaining chips. She had to disable him, and fast. Seeing an opening as he reared for another charge, Mare Do Well feinted sideways before pivoting with lightning quick precision to jab two pressure points along his foreleg. Sweet Tooth crumpled instantly with a howl of mingled rage and pain, his hoof gone numb below the knee. Attempting to scramble back up despite the injury, he hissed venomously, "Mark my words Mare, you'll pay for this. Not today, but soon...very soon." Before any more could be said, reinforcements arrived to haul him off in chains for interrogation, ending the chaotic confrontation. In the aftermath, Mare Do Well comforted the rattled hostages while filing her report. Sweet Tooth's parting threat refused to leave her mind however, sparking a seed of unease that burrowed deep as night fell. Once assured the bank was secure, she departed for the station, determined to uncover exactly what vendetta Sweet Tooth now held against her. Flipping through case files late into the night, one pattern emerged with haunting clarity. Each of Sweet Tooth's previous crimes over the years had escalated in severity and depravity, continually marked by references to avenging his family. Though little public record existed of Sweet Tooth's origins, with enough sleuthing Mare Do Well pieced together the tragic tale. Some ten years prior, Sweet Tooth's parents, known felons themselves, had been imprisoned for a string of violent burglaries, assaults and suspected corruption schemes. With no other relatives, the young colt was sent to a group home, where reports stated he grew increasingly troubled and withdrawn. By adolescence he had descended fully into delinquency, attracting multiple charges for disorderly conduct, vandalism and petty theft around town. As these pieces fell together, Mare Do Well felt a cold jolt of realization. It was around that same time, shortly before fully coming of age, that she had just been promoted to her elite detective role. One of her first high-profile cases involved successfully investigating and testifying against Sweet Tooth's parents, ensuring their lengthy sentencing. She pondered grimly how such a simple act, upholding the law as sworn, could have warped an unstable mind into such hatred and malice. Dawn was breaking by the time Mare Do Well stepped back from the case files, rubbing tired eyes now burning with unshed tears. Though justice had been served for the parents' victims years ago, she now understood the seeds for a far greater evil had been sown that day in the courtroom. Sweet Tooth blamed her directly for his broken life and family, and evidently intended revenge in the most violent ways possible. Her city, and all within it, now hung in the balance against the cunning and chaos of her most cunning opponent yet. """"""""""""""""""""""""" The coming days descended into an uneasy calm for Ponyville. With Sweet Tooth securely contained at the maximum security prison, a sense of normalcy gradually returned to the bustling streets and market squares. Yet behind closed doors, Mare Do Well poured over the case files relentlessly, alert for any clues that may have been overlooked. Sweet Tooth's parting threat played on loop in her mind, and she knew from experience such a vengeful criminal would waste no time plotting within the prison walls. Each night brought her closer to exhaustion with no answers in sight. Meanwhile, beneath the surface of this deceptive tranquility, sinister forces stirred. The first signs arose in barely noticeable ways - an obscure graffiti tag scrawled in an alleyway here, a strange buzz of hushed rumors there. Mare Do Well took note but found no pattern, dismissing them as petty acts of vandalism or blown-out-of-proportion gossip. Her doubts grew however when reports of seemingly random disturbances started to multiply. Shop windows shattered under cover of darkness with no signs of forced entry. Spooked animals wandered loose from farms on the outskirts to rampage down main streets at odd hours. Crude parcels left unsigned containing ominous tokens like rusted locks and loose fur seemed addressed to nopony in particular. Soon the incidents evolved into bolder acts of subterfuge. Mailboxes filled with rambling letters in scratchy hooffwriting, recounting fragmented memories and accusations without end. Public notice boards were defaced nightly with chilling messages and symbols gradually gaining coherence - lines from nursery rhymes slowly morphing into veiled threats and taunts addressed to "my old friend Mare." Despite intensifying patrols, no solid leads or perpetrators arose. The seemingly disparate pieces refused to fit together into a clear picture, even for Mare Do Well's trained deductive mind. Meanwhile, the stress of being constantly two steps behind began wearing away at even her iron resolve. Sleepless nights started creeping into daylight hours spent poring over the same reports and maps yielding no answers. Her team and fellow officers grew troubled by Mare Do Well's unraveling state, doing their best to support her without compromise. Yet every attempt to convince her to step back and rest for just a few hours was met with a steely refusal. She alone knew the true depths of the darkness they faced, and the imminent danger if she failed to stay vigilant. Things reached a boiling point when a rash of sickening acts struck in quick succession, shattering what calm remained. First came the desecration of the cemetery, headstones hacked and corpses disturbed without remorse. Next, a pet store was ransacked with animals stolen or slaughtered, their mangled bodies arranged in a horrific display along the town square fountain. The final blow came when a chilling banner was unveiled above the library, its scrawled message unmistakeably a kidnapping threat against Mayor Mare. A note left at the scene mocked law enforcement's incompetence while goading Mare Do Well to a meeting alone at midnight in the dilapidated orchard on the edge of town, promising to reveal more of the "plan" there. Sirens wailed and helicopters circled overhead as the town erupted into chaos and searches commenced, yet all efforts proved fruitless. By nightfall an atmosphere of mounting hysteria and accusation gripped every citizen, fed by rumors spreading like wildfire through the panic. Mare Do Well knew she had to act swiftly before anarchy consumed them all. After frantic attempts to prepare some semblance of backup in secret, she departed for the ominous rendezvous alone as demanded, bracing herself for whatever evils awaited in the eerie shadows of the abandoned orchard. The rustling leaves whispered ominously as Mare Do Well picked her way silently through the twisted gnarled trees beneath a moonless sky. No signs of life stirred amid the creeping mist that rose thickly from the damp soil, deadening all other sounds. Her anxiety spiked with each rotation revealing nothing but endless rows of hoof-snapping branches clawing at the darkness ahead. Just as doubt began to creep in that the whole meeting had been an elaborate ruse to isolate her, Mare Do Well emerged into a small clearing upwind. The scent hit her before the sights did - a cloying, sickly-sweet stench that rose from some huddled shape at the far end. Hoof over mouth and nose to block out the overpowering smell of decay, she crept forward and gasped in revulsion at the awful discovery underneath the bare boughs. Arranged into a gruesome tableau were the Mayor's stripped remains, along with those of several woodland creatures and even - Mare Do Well's stomach churned at the realization - freshly killed townsponies murdered only hours before. A guttural laugh parted the mist behind her, the hair on Mare Do Well's haunches standing rigidly on end as she spun to face this monster in the flesh at last. Sweet Tooth loomed ominously in the shadows, bloodlust writ plain upon his contorted features. "Greetings, old friend," he rasped. "So kind of you to join me for our...negotiations. I believe we have much to...discuss." """""""""""""""""""""" Mare Do Well forced herself not to recoil in horror from the gruesome sight, instead holding Sweet Tooth's manic gaze steadily. His coat seemed drkened and matted, bones protruding sharply through parchment skin in the scant light. Clearly prison had not treated him well either. "This madness ends tonight, Sweet Tooth. Surrender now before any more lives are lost in your twisted games," she warned in an icy tone that betrayed none of her inner turmoil. Sweet Tooth threw back his head and cackled harshly. "Surrender? But darling, the fun has only just begun! I went to so much effort crafting our little reunion." His yellowed teeth flashed hungrily in the darkness. "What do you hope to achieve with these monstrous acts? Revenge will not mend your fractured mind or family." Mare Do Well took a cautious step forward, hoping against hope to appeal to any shred of reason left within him. "Family?" Sweet Tooth's face twisted into a parody of anguish. "You destroyed the only family I had with your lies and meddling! Sentenced my poor parents to rot for crimes they never committed, then cast me out with nowhere to turn. But now, I've found a new purpose - to repay your cruelty tenfold until NOTHING remains!" He lurched towards her suddenly with an unnatural burst of speed, an glinting object arcing from his hoof through the gloom. Mare Do Well reacted on instinct, dropping and rolling just in time to avoid the rusted blade that buried itself with a wet thud in the dirt where she'd stood. "Sweet Tooth, stop! Killing me will not undo the past. Your vengeance helps nopony, least of all yourself," she pleaded even as they now circled one another warily. A flicker of what might have been doubt crossed his crazed eyes. "My parents were thieves and likely worse, but innocent until proven guilty. Perhaps if circumstances had been different..." Mare Do Well softened her tone, refusing to give into instinctual fight or flight while any alternative remained. Sweet Tooth suddenly froze, glancing down at the knife protruding limply from his hoof as if seeing it for the first time. His features twisted through a kaleidoscope of raw emotions - grief, anguish, confusion, then returning to featureless fury once more. “You lie! They told me...things were far worse...unspeakable crimes...!” he howled at the sky before rounding on Mare Do Well with a snarl. “What do YOU know of what was truly done to us?!” Seizing her chance, Mare Do Well raised her voice calmly over his ravings. “The truth, Sweet Tooth. Let me help you find the truth.” Extending a leg slowly, she nodded to the knife. “Drop the weapon, and I promise to investigate this fully with an open mind and heart.” He seemed to waver, body trembling on the precipice between rage and reason. At that moment, the dense mist abruptly parted behind Sweet Tooth to reveal the glinting lights of town through skeletal trees in the distance, a surreal splash of civilized lighting against their grisly stage. He hesitated, startled by the glimpse of a world long forgotten and cast aside. Mare Do Well held her ground firmly but gently. “This need not continue, my friend. Come back with me now, and let healing begin for all.” For an endless moment, hope and redemption seemed to hang in the balance. Then Sweet Tooth’s eyes slid shut, and he emitted a wretched keen like that of a wounded animal before his face twisted once more into feral insanity. “No! I will see you DESTROYED first!” he howled, lunging with the knife raised high. Mare Do Well braced for impact, determined to subdue rather than harm him. But before blade could meet flesh, a shot rang out from the treeline, and Sweet Tooth crumpled lifeless to the ground with a choked gurgle as scarlet bloomed across his chest. Mare Do Well whipped around in shock to find her backup emergency response team emerging from the mist, pistols still smoking. “Stand down, he’s neutralized!” the captain called, but confusion reigned over who had fired the lethal shot in those blurred few seconds. As the moon broke free for a moment to illuminate the grisly scene, Mare Do Well sank to her haunches numbly beside Sweet Tooth’s corpse. All she felt was a hollow emptiness and lingering “what if” as lingering sparks fled his unseeing eyes into the eternal night. The pieces of his tragic life, and what might have been if given even an ounce more mercy or care in those most formative years, would remain a tormenting enigma forevermore. """"""""""""""""""""""""" The aftermath of Sweet Tooth's demise rippled through Ponyville with seismic force. Where citizens had once cowered in their homes, now an outraged tide swelled in the streets demanding answers. Mare Do Well sagged wearily as she relayed the grim facts to a furious public meeting. Questions were hurled from all sides - why had Sweet Tooth been left to roam free so long, why had the authorities failed to prevent such carnage, whose bullet was responsible for the lethal shot? No clear responses satisfied the baying crowd, suspicion and paranoia magnified to fever pitch by rampant rumors. Accusations of coverups, incompetence and worse were leveled at all in positions of power and trust. Only Mayor Mare's rallying speech restored tenuous order before violence could erupt, pleading for courage, unity and faith in justice's careful workings. Yet beneath the forced public calm, private turmoil erupted. Letters written in shaky hooves arrived at news stations and civic buildings alike, recounting supposed brushes with Sweet Tooth stretching back years that went ignored. No neighbor felt safe from the spectre of past wrongs coming to light. Family units disintegrated overnight as whispered doubts and secrets poisoned even the closest bonds. Those directly touched by tragedy suffered most of all. The family of one murdered townspony held a highly publicized vigil turned riot, blaming all authorities equally for failures real and imagined. Conspiracy boards flourished online as wild tales wove Sweet Tooth into folk devils targeting any dissenting voices. Former associates likewise vanished into the woodwork, distancing themselves radically lest pasts darker than expected also emerge. Through it all, Mare Do Well bore the brunt as figurehead of the fractured system's response. She sealed herself away for days conducting a flawless internal investigation, hoping facts would restore some semblance of trust. But leaks and spin spun her proceedings into accusations of coverups too, fanning the flames higher until her position was called into question as well. Desperate measures became necessary. Mare Do Well emerged from isolation, publicly appealing for calm and requesting citizens submit any credible leads for direct follow up. A special hotline was set up to field the deluge of tips pouring in from every corner. Yet with each lead proving false or inconclusive, public mood soured further into resentment and desperation for someone to blame. Lone vigilantism targeted those whose guilt was mere suspicion, not fact. Anarchy's creeping tendrils infiltrated even respected organizations, with splinter factions forming among her own officers questioning Mare Do Well's leadership. She fought tirelessly to maintain order and due process, but exhaustion from lack of sleep or sustenance took its toll. Her composure started slipping at briefings as arguments overshadowed cooperation. The final spark came from an unexpected source. Rumors spread of damning evidence emerging from anonymous tipsters against Mare Do Well herself, pointing fingers at inconsistencies in reports or unchecked leads overlooked for dubious reasons. Outrage swelled deafeningly around polished podiums where once hope and progress reigned. On the precipice of total collapse, Mare Do Well stood alone before the baying crowds for one final plea. "Citizens, please - violence and accusation will not heal our wounds or find the truth. Stay strong in each other instead of turning on one another in fear and grief. Justice will come through patience and unity, not division." Whether through fatigue or frustration, the words seemed hollow even to her own ringing ears. As the mob surged forward with vengeance in mind, Mare Do Well fled into the enveloping night, pursued by shadows of doubt as to whether order could ever be restored to this fractured town, or if an even greater darkness now gripped Ponyville in Sweet Tooth's wake., """"""""""""""""""""""""""""" The coming weeks brought only further turmoil to Ponyville as tensions escalated unchecked. Without Mare Do Well's leadership, the last threads holding civic order intact began fraying rapidly. Squads of rogue former officers cracked down harshly under guise of restoring law, but inflicted their own brutal brand of vigilantism unchecked. Violent incidents skyrocketed as fear and suppressed vendettas rose to the surface on both sides of escalating hostilities. Meanwhile, Mayor Mare struggled to fill the power vacuum with policies favoring reconciliation over retribution. But growing dissent within city hall soon paralyzed governance, each new initiative torn to shreds before implementation. Citizens barricaded themselves inside locked doors, peering through curtains for any perceived threat. From her self-imposed exile at the edge of the Whinnying Woods, Mare Do Well watched it all unfold with growing despair. Each night brought fresh reports of riots, destruction or acts of reprisal that she was powerless to prevent alone. Sleep evaded her like the answers to so many lingering questions still unsolved. She knew returning would mean facing those clamoring most loudly for her head on a spike, whether through due process or mob justice. Yet idling by while her city descended further into chaos went against every instinct. On the third restless night, Mare Do Well made her choice. If restoring order meant shouldering blame as scapegoat to buy time for calmer heads, so be it. Steeling her resolve, she reemerged from the shadows under cover of predawn mist. Mare Do Well's movements went undetected as she crept through back streets seeing firsthand the wreckage left in her absence. Burnt out shells of buildings stood where once lively storefronts bustled. Graffiti covered every surface condemning figures real and imagined. Her heart sank at the sight of militia patrols dragging suspected dissidents from their homes without cause, pleas for mercy ignored. This was not the Ponyville she had sworn to protect. Mare Do Well picked up her pace, planning to infiltrate the remains of the police station for covert reconnaissance. But rounding a corner, she collided headlong with another figure bursting from an alleyway. Both guards shot up in alarm before recognition dawned. “Mare...thank the stars you’re alive!” breathed a haggard but familiar voice. “We have to get you to safety, the patrols are cracking down on any resistance-” “Easy, Twilight, I’m not going anywhere,” Mare Do Well replied firmly, steadying her frazzled friend. “Tell me everything you’ve learned about what’s really happening here. I have a plan to end this, but I’ll need your help...” Hours passed in hurried whispers as the grim tale unfolded. Twilight, one of the few level heads left in town, had been covertly documenting and aiding targeted families without attracting militia attention herself. She provided aide and shelter where possible while compiling damning evidence of the military-esque regime’s war crimes and violations against basic rights. Mare Do Well listened in growing fury tempered by steely resolve. This mockery of justice had to be stopped before more innocent blood stained Ponyville’s streets. They hashed out risky yet executable plans to both shed light on the atrocities secretly and spark a non-violent movement for change that could no longer be silenced or branded treason. With twilight’s network of underground operatives and Mare Do Well’s tactical expertise, operations commenced under cover of darkness. Evidence was leaked anonymously to remaining independent press while secret broadcasts spread hope and calls to unity from hidden transmitters across town. Gradually, the first flickers of renewed courage emerged. Citizens grew bolder speaking out or aiding the oppressed in subtle ways. Acts of petty defiance multiplied daily - windows left uncovered at curfew, supplies left anonymously on families’ doorsteps, coded graffiti with positive messages of solidarity. Still the militia retaliation grew increasingly brutal, rounding up and “disappearing” suspected rebels with ruthless efficiency. Each atrocity only fanned resistance higher as more realized siding with oppressors meant complicity in evil. Mass demonstrations erupted block by block, numbers swelling with each furious chant against the puppet regime’s illegitimacy. All turned a critical corner the night citizens surrounded one of the “blacksites” used for torture, refusing to be cowed or dispersed even as weapons were cocked threateningly. In that moment, an unstoppable movement was born demanding freedom, justice and leadership they could once more entrust their hopes and futures to. At the head of the swelling throng stood figures once relegated to shadows - Twilight, Mare Do Well and all those who had remained undaunted through Ponyville's darkest hours. Their message rang out as one defiant cry - ENOUGH. The time had come to reclaim their city or die trying., """""""""""""""""""""""""""" As the uprising gathered momentum, Ponyville descended further into a state of all-out civil war. The rogue militia cracked down with brutal efficiency, determined to crush dissent through any means necessary. Checkpoint stops tightened down main thoroughfares, armed goons stopping and searching all citizens at random for suspected contraband. Those singled out simply disappeared into the bowels of blacksites never to be seen again. Aerial surveillance drones buzzed constantly overhead, tracking movements around the clock. Nightly raids smashed into residential zones, dragging entire families from burning homes to be interrogated under torture for imagined insults or offenses. Screams echoed through the streets as an iron-hoofed police state tightened its viselike grip on the terrified populace. Yet resistance only grew bolder in the face of such atrocities. Secret bases dotted the fringes of town where injured fugitives received medical aid and strategic meetings were held. Sabotage units slipped past patrols under cover of darkness to cut power lines, disable checkpoints and leak damning footage of war crimes to outside contacts pleading for intervention. Every act of defiance was met tenfold with wanton violence, but for each life lost another ten rose up in fury. Soon open skirmishes rocked the city blocks as militia turned heavier weapons on unarmed protestors. Friends and neighbors found themselves on opposing sides of an escalating conflict, once united home now a brutal battlefield. Through it all, Mare Do Well and her cadre of resistance leaders coordinated from the shadows, determined to sacrifice all to end the senseless bloodshed and return control to the citizens. Mass noncooperation campaigns brought municipal infrastructure grinding to a halt, forcing militia reliance on brutality alone with no popular support remaining. One final showdown seemed inevitable as tensions hit boiling point. In a last-ditch attempt at a peaceful resolution, Mare Do Well arranged secret talks with the militia’s shadowy leader demanding an end to hostilities and democratic reforms. But she would find no compromise - only a meeting in the ruins of the city square after dark, alone and unarmed as demanded. Mare Do Well emerged from mist-shrouded alleyways into the eerie cordon sanitaire surrounding the scorched plaza. Patrolling drones circled constantly above flickering floodlights illuminating scattered debris, a macabre arena for whatever confrontation lay ahead. Her neck hairs stood on end long before a sinister laugh reverberated off burned out shells. “So kind of you to heed my summons...detective.” The voice twisted her name with sheer contempt, all too familiar yet different somehow in its cold fury. A figure detached itself from shadows to trot forward, and Mare Do Well gasped in stunned horror. Before her stood one she had mourned lost these past moons, gaunt and scarred yet burning with a savage light in those once soulful eyes. “S...Sweetie Belle?” she stammered in disbelief. “But...how...we saw you perish that night in the orchard!” A mirthless grin split Sweetie Belle’s features. “Did you really think ending me would be so simple, Mare?” She spat the last word like venom. “All these years nursing my hatred in the darkness, planning the perfect retribution...and it’s finally time for you to face judgment!” Mare Do Well reeled, struggling to process this impossible betrayal. Sweetie Belle had been a friend, one of the kindest souls in town before suddenly vanishing that fateful night. What unspeakable tortures could have warped such a gentle spirit so completely? “Please, my friend...this path of vengeance will destroy you as surely as it has our city,” she pleaded gently. “It’s not too late to end this conflict and start healing.” Mare Do Well took a cautious step forward, hoping desperately to reach any vestiges of the mare Sweetie Belle had once been. But only madness glared back, twisting Sweetie Belle’s features into a bestial mask. “Healing?! I will see you DROWN in the same agony and despair that consumed me, until NOTHING remains!” she shrieked to the uncaring sky, rearing with a feral snarl. “Now DIE, Mare Do Well! As Ponyville BURNS around us, you will learn the TRUE meaning of suffering!” Sweetie Belle launched herself with unnatural speed, a jagged length of twisted rebar clutched in her crimson-flecked teeth as the true battle for Ponyville’s soul began in earnest. Mare Do Well steeled herself for the fight of her life against the monster her old friend had become, praying some mercy yet remained to end this night without further loss of innocence. But Sweetie Belle screamed only for blood and vengeance in the flames of a city consumed., """"""""""""""""""""""""'""''' Mare Do Well dropped and rolled just in time to avoid the jagged rebar thrusting for her throat. Sweetie Belle howled in outraged as the rusted pole impaled itself deep in the earth, wrenching ineffectually with crazed eyes. "Please, stop this madness! Your fight is with me alone - no need for further bloodshed among friends," Mare Do Well pleaded calmly despite racing pulse. But only madness stared back, as Sweetie Belle abandoned her weapon to charge with flailing hooves. Drones swarmed lower to capture the climactic battle unfolding, floodlights bathing the square like some demented arena. Mare Do Well dodged and weaved, refusing to strike out in anything but defense. Each blow glancing off her taught muscles only seemed to inflame Sweetie Belle further. "Fight back, you coward!" she shrieked between crazed lunges. "Unleash your rage and hatred like I have, Mare! Stop hiding behind empty words and principles - we both know the darkness within you aching to be set free!" Mare Do Well risked a hit to grab Sweetie Belle's forelegs, pinning her struggling form against scorched pavement in a bruising hold. "There is no darkness in me, only sorrow for what's been done to you my friend," she intoned firmly yet gently. "This conflict ends tonight through mercy, not violence." A sob caught in Sweetie Belle's throat, madness warring with some distant memory in her tortured mind. "Mercy...you know nothing of mercy..." Her body spasmed uncontrollably, caught in someprivate purgatory of torment. Mare Do Well softened her grip, hoping compassion could yet reach through. "Tell me your tale, child. Let me understand so healing can begin for us all." Whether through catharsis or renewed rage, the dam burst as Sweetie Belle spilled her story in ragged gasps. That fateful night, Mare Do Well's allies had indeed shot her down like an animal but not killed swiftly. Instead, she had lingered near death for nights delirious with agony and infection in the forest, subsisting on raw scraps amid wailing ghosts of Sweet Tooth and ruined dreams. Eventually recovered refugees found her and nursed Sweetie Belle back to health, only to subject her to new torments as a "recruit". Rituals of physical and mental torture broke her piece by piece until only vengeance remained, a weapon to be honed and aimed at the enemy responsible for reducing her to this hollow creature. And so she waited, nurturing her hatred until opportune to rise and execute the master plan for retribution against all who wronged her. Mare Do Well listened with tears unshed, horror and pity mingling within for what her old friend had endured alone in darkness. "Your suffering was unimaginable, but this cycle ends here. Vengeance breeds only more violence - we must break the chain and start down a new path." Her resolve never faltered, though anguished empathy shown plain. Sweetie Belle shuddered, fight draining away to reveal a shattered spirit clinging to rage for lack of anything else. "A...new path?" She parroted the foreign concept, torn between longing and fearful distrust after so long consumed. Mare Do Well loosened her grip cautiously. "Come back with me." She extended a gentle foreleg, hoping despite all that some flicker of hope might yet rekindle in those dull eyes where laughter and lightness once shone so brightly. The drones circled lower, floodlights searing down on the pair locked in their moment of truth. Sweetie Belle trembled, despair and redemption warring within as she stared into Mare Do Well's unwavering epitome of mercy. All lingered suspended on the precipice, awaiting her choice to take the outstretched hoof or dam herself beyond redemption once more through further violence. Time itself seemed to stop and stare alongside the watching city, holding its collective breath... """""""""""""""""""""""""""""'''' The droning floodlights bore down upon them, the watching city holding its breath as Sweetie Belle wavered with Mare Do Well's hoof extended in invitation. After what felt like an eternity suspended on the knife's edge between hope and horror, Sweetie Belle let out a shuddering gasp. Her battered frame sagged wearily into Mare Do Well's supportive embrace, shoulders shaking with sobs as the dam finally broke. "Please...no more darkness. Help me," she whispered like a lost foal through the tears, grasping desperately at the lifeline offered. Mare Do Well soothed gently, relieved beyond words that redemption's light yet shone for this tormented soul. "All will be well now, my friend. Your torment ends tonight." She raised her voice firmly to address the drones. "The conflict is over! Tell all forces to stand down - a new dawn arises for Ponyville." Word spread rapidly as resistance squads emerged cautiously from hideouts, mingling gingerly with militia laying down arms in confusion at the sudden ceasefire. Questions swirled but joy outweighed uncertainty as exhausted citizens embraced in streets run red, joined finally in hope for peace instead of vengeance. In the aftermath, much rebuilding lay ahead both physically and emotionally. Mare Do Well spearheaded reconciliation efforts, guiding civic repair while establishing trauma centers, rehabilitation programs and forums for open dialogue to begin mending fractured trust. Sweetie Belle joined voluntarily, dedicated to atoning through aiding others regain hope just as she was learning to reclaim her own. Slowly, the shadows lifted as forgiveness replaced resentment corner by corner. Mare Do Well retired from active duty to advise Mayor Mare's newly democratic administration, confident the future was in wise and compassionate hooves. She checked in regularly on Sweetie Belle's progress, heart swelling to witness the light kindled anew each day as past demons were exorcised through service, not destruction. One crisp autumn evening found the pair atop a hill overlooking the bustling town square ablaze with festivities, all its citizens reunited at last in joy, laughter and dreams of brighter horizons. Mare Do Well smiled bittersweetly as Sweetie Belle nestled against her side with gratitude, all traces of madness burned away by mercy's refining fires to reveal the gentle soul within. "We've come so far, my friend. Yet the hardest path lies ahead - forgiving yourself as those you've wronged have forgiven." Sweetie Belle nodded solemnly, gazing out over the redeemed city both had fought through darkness to restore. As night fell upon their watching place and fireworks colored the celebration below in a rainbow of promise, Mare Do Well knew in her heart Ponyville's greatest trials had forgednot only resilience but compassion strong enough to overcome any turmoil destiny might conjure. Whatever challenges tomorrow held, its citizens would meet them as one united against any darkness, by the guiding light of mercy, redemption and hope rekindled against all odds.

Darkdemonlucifer

551420

Main 6,Rainbow Dash,Rarity,Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Comedy,Porn,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Non-consensual,Sex

Spike Mindfucks His Friends

Spike, after mindfucking Twilight and then attempting to fix her with duct tape, finds himself thrust into a strange new world of mind fuckery in which he decides, or is forced to, mindfuck the rest of his friends.

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<p>Spike fucked Twilight's mind, and now he finds himself needing to do the same to all of his friends, either through choice or because he is forced to do so. This involves incredibly unrealistic anatomy in which he inserts his penis into the ears of his friend, or through their skull, and quite literally has sexual intercourse with their gray matter, something which they greatly enjoy. This is a work of fiction, please do not try this at home, you will die and it will hurt the whole time you are doing so. </p><p>A commission for anon, my commissions are open if you want one!</p>

mature

2024-02-12T19:59:14+00:00

2024-02-12T19:59:14+00:00

Spike was lying on his bed, flicking through the latest issue of his favorite comic book. It took a while to be translated over from Japone, but each week it was the highlight of his day to go down and get the next issue, flicking through the pages with a gleeful expression on his face. His emerald green eyes drank in every detail of the skilful penwork that etched out the details of the best hero to ever be put to print, Stardust Ponium. The small dragons tail swished gently behind him as he peered over the text, soaking in every word like it was gospel. Twilight Sparkle hadn’t been doing quite so good since she had accidentally gotten a hole in the side of her head, but thankfully it hadn’t reached her brain so it was far from fatal and the sort of thing that he had managed to patch up with a generous helping of duct tape and good will. She was almost back to normal if you chose to ignore the severe loss in mental function and the fact that the purple unicorn’s favorite pastimes now included staring blankly at walls and listening to the birds tweet from outside. People who liked to listen to tweets normally found themselves severely lacking in mental function anyway, so it didn’t make all that much of a difference. Getting medical help was out of the question due to the fact that he may or may not have decided to insert his private parts into her gray matter. Honestly he didn’t know what had overcome him, but at the time he had thought it would be funny. It was nowhere near as funny as he had originally thought it was going to be, and had instead only made the problem of severe mental trauma slightly more severe. Thankfully, Twilight Sparkle had Spike look after her. Spike was a man, he had passed his 18th birthday, and this was a problem that he had caused, so it was a problem that he had to solve. There was a severe lack of people in the world prepared to take accountability for their actions, but if he wanted to be like his heroes, then this was the right thing to do. Twilight Sparkle wasn’t completely useless, she could still care for herself, but unfortunately she wasn’t really Celestia’s star pupil any more. Spike didn’t really get how it was that she could still properly format letters, but he was distracted from such thoughts by a sudden knock at the door from downstairs, painfully pulling him away from reading his comic book, just as Stardust Ponium was about to destroy everything in his path. A sigh rolled from his lips, the purple dragon plopping down from off of his bed. His room was set into a grand treehouse that also served as the town’s library. Why they had chosen to build it into a tree even he couldn’t give a concrete response on, but that was how things were. Scaling down the wooden steps, Spike felt the green spines that ran up his back almost stand on end. Twilight was vacantly staring at a book dedicated to the process of dump selling penny stocks, a large patch of tape covering the side of her head. It was obvious that she had suffered some kind of severe head injury that would likely be blamed on him. So who could be at the door, and how much of a threat did they pose to him? He couldn’t be sure until he opened the door, but suddenly the purple dragon felt butterflies flutter within his stomach, the only thing stopping them from bursting forth being the light green patch of skin that covered and protected the front of his body. Oh how the small dragon wished that he could be as brave as the heroes in his comics. He felt like he was about to pass out, but Twilight leapt up excitedly, wobbling about briefly like a spinning top, before trotting over to the door and excitedly pulling it open. The pony on the other side of the door was an example of perfect equine fitness, every inch of her baby blue body having lithe but powerful muscles woven beneath it. Her eyes were a deep shade of rich, light purple, bordering on amethyst. Twilight Sparkle’s own purple eyes scanned vacantly over the figure of this pony, starting at her hooves, then moving up to her rainbow mane, silently working through every detail. After a few seconds of simply staring at the rainbow mane of the pony, which looked far too vibrant to be real, she finally found her words. “Rainbow!” She declared brightly. Spike kept moving down the stairs, not sure if she had been talking about the colour of the pony’s mane or the fact that her name was Rainbow Dash, star athlete of the Wonderbolts, which was Equestria’s top ariel flying force. “Twilight! I just came to stop by and bring you some soup. I know you get wrapped up in your studies, but you still need to eat!” Her voice was a weird stitched together tone of high pitched, feminine tones and lower, more base tones and horse tones. Spike was already panicking. If Rainbow Dash started to ask questions it wouldn’t be long at all before she figured out that something was wrong. Her light purple eyes seemed to be digging into the roots of Twilight’s mind even as the seconds ticked by. “So what you been up to Twilight?” She asked, seeming to pose it as more of an accusation then an actual question. Twilight spent a few seconds drooling mindlessly and attempting to think of a response, “I’ve been reading the books!” She finally declared. Rainbow Dash furrowed her brow, seeming to dig deep into some unknown facet of her mind, rooting through every detail of her friend and figuring out what was off about her. The game was up and Spike began to feel extremely panicked about the whole situation. Making his way to the door, he attempted to distract Rainbow Dash with small talk. “Hey Rainbow! Did you see the latest issue of Star Ponium: Stardust Gallopers?” Rainbow Dash's head snapped back to her as she forced her way into the room, slithering her feminine blue frame around the doorway like she was some undiscovered species of snake. “No I didn’t manage to pick it up yet, is it any good?” Her attention snapped back to Twilight and Spike felt a lump starting to form in his throat. Rainbow Stepped forward and brushed Twilight’s mane out of the way, showing the large patch of Flex Tape that had been used to patch up the hole. “Wow! I didn’t know you had fashion sense like that Twilight. I love Flex Tape’s extensive range of adhesive products that work even when wet!” Spike was dumbfounded. In fact, he was more than dumbfounded, he was dumb-unfounded. What was happening right now? The little dragon shuffled nervously from foot to foot and clasped his claws together. He might have been eighteen years old now, but that still hadn’t prepared him for even half the things that happened in adult life. “Yeah, did you know that they use them up in the weather factory for patching up leaks? They hold really good, but I shouldn’t be surprised, you were always incredibly bright.” Twilight simply stared at him, a string of drool slowly forming in the corner of her mouth as she dug her way through her words and translated them into something her brain could make sense of. “The Flex Tape makes my head not hurt so bad.” She droned. “That’s the spirit Twilight. Most of life’s problems can be solved with a roll of adhesive tape and a bit of wishful thinking, so what have you been reading Spike! Tell me all about this week’s villain, what card did they get?” Spike waved Rainbow Dash over to one of the cushions that Twilight normally used for seating guests on, taking a seat just across from her as he tried to logically and rationally think his way out of this incredibly illogical and stupid situation that he had somehow found himself in. “Ah, their card is the Queen of Hearts, and their Suit is called ‘Red Queen’ Like from Alice in Wonderland, it can instantly decapitate anyone that fails its test, which comes in the form of a needlessly complex riddle, and then when they finally beat that it-” “Ah! Don’t spoil me Spike, I want to read it for myself. Could I maybe borrow it once you’re done with it?” She asked, only the slightest hint of sheepishness in her voice. Rainbow Dash was as cool as a cucumber, although cucumbers weren’t actually as cool as people thought, if you took them out of the fridge they got warm and then turned to mush. So, Rainbow Dash was closer to the coolness of Star Ponium! The unstoppable hero. And, somehow, Spike had to prevent her from realizing that things weren’t as they seemed. If they ever ended up getting into a fight, it would be over in an instant. Rainbow Dash glanced over to Twilight, who was currently frowning deeply and furrowing her brow towards a book titled ‘The idiots guide to making lists’ “I think there’s something off with Twilight.” She whispered softly. “Yeah, she had too many long nights in a row and it’s kind of messed with her head a little. She’s been acting like this, but she insists she’s fine,” Spike skillfully lied, although not with as much confidence as he would have liked. Rainbow Dash blue her rainbow mane out of her eye and focused intently on the little dragon for a few moments, then shook her head and gave a soft laugh, “I knew all those late nights would catch up with her sooner or later. You kept telling her that coffee couldn’t keep her going forever, but she didn’t listen, did she?” Spike simply gave a soft smile and tried to ignore the fact that Twilight was currently reading the book upside down, as if the act of flipping the text the wrong way around would somehow offer her some new insight that she would otherwise have missed out on, studying the text from every angle as her tail two tone purple and pink tail flicked behind her. “Say, I have the comic upstairs at the moment if you’d like to come and read it with me? I know you came to see Twilight, but, like… She’s fine and all, just needs a few nights of proper bed rest and she will be back to normal and right as rain.” Rainbow Dash chuckled softly, looking at Twilight, then furrowing her brow deeply, until Twilight glanced towards her and sheepishly flicked the book up the right way. “Yeah, that sounds good, but are you sure that she’s going to be OK on her own? She seems really out of it.” He nodded firmly, in what he hoped was a resolute fashion. Rainbow Dash seemed to buy it, or at least it seemed like she had bought it enough to go through with following Spike upstairs. The little dragon hopped to his feet and clambered up the stairs in an excited fashion, trying not to have a panic attack that was visible on the outside as he did so. Even when he got Rainbow Dash to follow him upstairs he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. It was dangerous, and despite the fact that he had scrambled Twilight’s brain, he didn’t see himself as evil. Attacking his friend for no reason at all wasn’t something he would be able to do. Laying out the comic on his bed, he managed to keep his head together enough to come up with something of a plan, and that plan was to think of a better plan. The stunning, sky blue mare with the light purple eyes trotted into his open plan bedroom, those eyes focusing instantly on the comic as she flopped down next to it, causing his bed springs to squeak softly in complaint as they suddenly had the weight of a fully grown and incredibly strong mare sprawl out across them. Every inch of her was perfect, lithe muscles carved out by a lifetime of hard work and effort covering her legs, going up to her body. On either side was what was no doubt Rainbow’s most prized possession in the whole world, a pair of blue wings with joints so well wrought with muscles that they were likely the strongest wings to have ever existed. And she was lying on his bed, eyes hungrily devouring the latest issue of a comic book that most mares didn’t even glance twice at, and those that did were the sort that would normally end up insulting him for reading it. There was the perfect example of feminine beauty laid out across his bed. It made something shift inside him that made him feel incredibly confused. What was he doing with his life? Why was he doing any of this? The thoughts were quickly brushed away when he realized that this was his chance to do something. Her guard was completely down and he could do whatever he pleased. But, he only had one chance. He had to finish this now if he wanted to finish it, otherwise he was going to be found out for sure. Giving a soft sigh, he felt his member threatening to spill from out of its sheath, making him blush darkly as he crossed his legs in an attempt to prevent his member from spilling fully to hardness and being spotted. Rainbow Dash didn’t seem to notice, too buried deep in the world of the comic book. It was perfect, this was his chance. He could do it. His member grew fully hard, the spines that covered it threatening to dig into any female he dared to sink it into. Diving upon Rainbow, he grabbed her in one instant, pressing his member not to any of her private parts, but rather to her ear. The soft fuzz and incredible warmth made his member twitch softly, before he firmly forced forward and sank his cock into the tight confines of her ear. It had soft velvety fuzz that was the first thing to wrap abround his member as he gave a loud moan, arching his back firmly as he aimed to bury himself inside of her before she managed to fully understand the situation. He felt her ear stretch around his cock, and a loud moan rolled from his lips as Rainbow Dash tried to make sense of the situation. Of course, if she had fully understood what was happening, she could have just smacked a hoof into him and sent him across the room in one movement. “Spike what the heallrjjk-'' Her words of complaint were cut short by him fully thrusting his hips forward, and all of a sudden his member penetrated through something and he felt her gray matter against the head of his member. He was more then half way in at this point, feeling his cock press into her gray matter while her hooves kicked and twitched softly against the bed. Spike was at the perfect height to be at ear level if he stood on the side of the bed and bought her head down slightly. His little claws gripped the side of her head, watching her face twisted in confusion and her body tried to understand the scrambled signals that it was getting from her brain. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, and he forced his hips forward firmly, feeling her brain matter grip firmly around the length of his member, so dense that it felt like he was fucking a fleshlight perfectly suited for his cock. Rainbow Dash was shocked beyond words by this, her eyes flying wide, those eyes that danced the line between pink and purple flying wide and twitching softly, before she suddenly let out a loud, fuddled cry somewhere between pain and pleasure. He forced himself forward harder, hilting himself inside of her, pressing his stomach against her ear, feeling the soft fuzz twitch softly. Every one of her nerve endings was wildly firing, trying to make sense of what was happening but failing to do so. Her gray matter was still gripping firmly around his length, it felt hot, perfectly moulded to his cock. He tbegin to hump back and forth roughly, filling the air with the soft rythem of his powerful thrusts. With each one, he felt a strange pleasure building inside of him, the soft fuzz of her ear felt so good against his stomach, and the tight canel of her ear seemed to clench and roll over his draconic penis, milking the barbs and reacting strongly as they dug into it, making her cry out in pleasure as he quite literally fucked her brains out. “Splick…. Whahs you happening?” She questioned, before he forced forward again, making her give another cry of pleasure as she rolled her hips against the air, thrusting back against an imaginary cock as if there was a stallion railing into her. Her snatch was leaking thick droplets of feminine juice, filling the air with the potent scent of her musk. He never figured that he would end up with a girlfriend this good, even if he worked every day for the rest of his life. So the fact that this squirming mare was currently beneath him, her eyes rolling back as her snatch let out thick drops of lubricant. Tears of pleasure rolled down her cheeks as he ploughed into her. The tight tunnel that he had drilled into her gray matter was slowly losing that firmness, being reduced to something closer to jelly around his length. “Spiekk kppelasure you’r… Fuckign...I’m slipeing away,” She drolled, his little claws gripping her head firmly to hold her in place. With each thrust he could feel more and more of her slowly turning to jelly around his length, those spines making a good job at digging right into every inch of her gray matter, and the blue pegasus slut seemed to be loving it, eyes rolling back in her head as her whole body was overtaken by convulsions as he finally hit something important. Spike felt like he was in heaven, and with one mighty final push, it was all too much for him, his claws gripped even firmer onto her soft blue flesh and he howled in pleasure as his member twitched softly, before it begin to paint the inside of her head in thick strings of his potent dragon seed, splattering all over her gray matter with enough force that some of it leaked out of her other ear. And the pegasus certainly seemed to be enjoy it as well, her whole body starting to thrash about wildly as she squirted her feminine juices all over the bed like she was attempting to do her best impression of a water fountain. Once the waves of pleasure had finished rolling through him, he let out a soft sigh and slowly eased his dick from back out of her head. A soft squelch followed and his dick got wedged in her ear, but with a powerful pull of his hips and a noise like pulling the cork out of a wine bottle, his dick slipped free. A pink slurry of cum and other things followed softly after, dribbling down the side of her head as she stared at him with a vacant expression, the kind of expression someone would have if you buried your member inside of their ear and ploughed all their brains out. “Cooo?” Rainbow Dash tested, tilting her head as she climbed from the bed and begin to slowly trot around his bedroom, strutting about as if she was a bird. Spike had no idea why she was acting like a bird, but he didn’t really care. A deep sense of satisfaction slowly filled him up as he sprawled out on his bed, every inch of his body weighed down with the buttery feeling of satisfaction. Holding the comic above his head, he begin to slowly flick his way through the pages, picking up where he left off. Rainbow Dash was slowly strutting around the bedroom, pecking at the floor as if she had lost all sense. He wasn’t going to get any reading done like this, so he set the comic back down and sighed softly. “Hey Rainbow, why don’t you chill out for a bit, come sit over by me and take a load off.” Rainbow Dash moved over to the side of his bed and pecked around it, mashing her face into the floor like she was doing her best impression of a chicken. It might have been some kind of clever ploy, but he really didn’t care at this point. His entire body felt like it was made out of butter and after his orgasm he was feeling fairly sleepy. Placing the comic down across from his bed, he gently closed his eyes and felt sleep claim him. A short nap wouldn’t do him any harm.

Darkdemonlucifer

551420

Main 6,Rainbow Dash,Rarity,Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Comedy,Porn,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Non-consensual,Sex

Spike Mindfucks His Friends

Spike, after mindfucking Twilight and then attempting to fix her with duct tape, finds himself thrust into a strange new world of mind fuckery in which he decides, or is forced to, mindfuck the rest of his friends.

complete

<p>Spike fucked Twilight's mind, and now he finds himself needing to do the same to all of his friends, either through choice or because he is forced to do so. This involves incredibly unrealistic anatomy in which he inserts his penis into the ears of his friend, or through their skull, and quite literally has sexual intercourse with their gray matter, something which they greatly enjoy. This is a work of fiction, please do not try this at home, you will die and it will hurt the whole time you are doing so. </p><p>A commission for anon, my commissions are open if you want one!</p>

mature

2024-02-13T22:10:48+00:00

2024-02-13T22:10:47+00:00

His dreams were filled with lewd images and the burning heat of unspent lust. It was as if someone had taken the sun and buried it inside of him, filling him with a burning need that never seemed to fade. In the dream he was drifting along a field, a field that was filled with mares just waiting for him to get his claws on them. He was a dragon, he deserved everything that he could get his claws on, be that mares or gold. He was an adult dragon now, he deserved a hoard all of his own, filled with pretty mares that he could use to sate his lust. What exactly were they going to do to stop him? They didn’t have the right. His lust built up with these thoughts and even in his sleep he felt a faint smile spreading across his lips. Who was he going to be sinking his member into next? It was going to need to be someone pretty, with a plump rear and an impressive mane. His arousal peaked, and he awoke with quite the erection. Twilight Sparkle was curled up in a small dog bed at the other side of the room, soundly asleep now that she didn’t have the burden of her incredible intelligence. It was only about mid day. His entire body was sore. Not just that, but as his awareness slowly clawed its way back to him, he realized that there was something most certainly off about his body. Things weren’t as they had been when he went to sleep. The first thing he noticed was that his cock seemed to have gotten a lot larger, but not only that, his legs were larger too. Had all that lust caused him to grow somehow? He wasn’t sure that that was meant to be how dragon greed worked, but he was now slightly taller then a pony and not about to complain about it. Rising from his bed, he felt his bones voice their complaints in a hundred different aches and the sensation of pins and needles beneath his skin. It was mildly painful, but that was fine. No pain meant no gain. His stomach rumbled softly and reminded him of just how much energy growing so rapidly had cost him. It was time to go for breakfast. But before he did that, he needed to make sure that Twilight was going to be OK while he headed out. Stepping over to the side of the mare, he gave a bright smile and gently leaned down, his suddenly much larger hand reaching down and gently patting atop her head. The purple unicorn roused from her slumber gently, those amethyst eyes seeming to stare deeply into his soul for a few moments. “Spike! You got all grown up and stuff! That’s like, super impressive…” Spike simply gave a knocking smile, “Ah, yeah. I guess I did, it was a lot of work. I’m just going out to the bakery, you’re going to be alright just resting here for a bit, aren’t you?” Twilight seemed to focus on his words more intently then normal, “I’ll be fine! If, if, you bring me one of Pinkie Pie’s super special cupcakes, the ones with extra frosting on them! That’d be super good.” He ruffled her mane softly, giving a soft chuckle. “Sure, I can do that, but only if you promise to eat all the good healthy stuff afterwards.” Twilight didn’t seem to be greatly impressed by this, but gave a stiff nod. It was good enough for Spike, and he flashed her a smile before realizing that his jaw still hurt, gritting his teeth firmly. Something sweet would be able to take the edge off. Also, now would likely be a good time to look at getting some clothing to put on. He was large enough that clothing could properly fit him now. Walking down the street, Spike was surprised by just how little attention was paid to him. He had expected that being a dragon just casually walking down the street would draw a lot of attention from the ponies around him. That wasn’t the case, they didn’t seem to care. He was fairly certain that there was a lesson here about how ponies had become far more accepting over the years, or something along those lines, but he couldn’t be completely sure of that. The walk towards the bakery didn’t take all that long, his much larger body had cut down on travel time even more then he thought it would. Sugarcube Corner’s bakery was a strange building that stood out against the many generic structures around it, looking as though it was made from Gingerbread and frosting. Spike entered the building, the soft tinkle of the bell echoing throughout the bakery. Entering was a challenge as he almost had to stoop down to do so. The silence was deafening, his eyes scanned around the room, before focusing upon the counter. Behind the glass of the counter, there were dozens of baked goods, cakes and snacks of all description. His stomach rumbled softly, and then felt like it turned inside out. “Hello?” He tested. There was no response. Normally he expected to be jumped by a bright pink pony. His eyes scanned over the bakery, digging for any details or signs of where the bakery owner might have gone, but there weren’t any signs that he could make out. But then again, his friend was an incredibly eccentric mare and tended to do almost impossible things that he still couldn’t explain to this day. Suddenly, there was a pink blur to his side. Before he could turn he was suddenly faced with the pink mare that he had been searching for. Her appearance was as sudden as it was surprising, causing him to take a single step backwards as she bounced about before him. From her mouth spewed a stream of dialogue that was impossible for any mere mortal to keep up with, Spike didn’t catch half of it, watching closely as her mouth worked and moved in an almost impossible fashion, forming words and throwing them out in a seemingly ceaseless stream of literary assault. He only heard half of it, and by the time she was done, the pink mare looked incredibly happy with herself, but it took Spike a while to actually pick apart the words. “HiSpikehowareyoudoingtodayImadeaneeclairthatcontainsfivehundredtimesthesugarofa regulareclairbutthenitbecameasugarblackhole. IHAVEDISCOVEREDTHEVERYLIMITSOFSUGARIamagoduponthismortalplaneandyouwillallbowbeforemybakedgoodsgodhood.” Huh. Spike blinked a few times and then gently pet the strange mare right on top of her cotton candy mane. It was bright pink, and incredibly poofy to the point he could feel his claws sinking into it. The mare sat there and vibrated intensely in response to the pats, no doubt filled with enough energy to easily level this building and the entire surrounding area if she so wished. “That’s very good Pinkie Pie. I came to pick up some cupcakes and some of those flapjacks that I like so much.” The mare’s sky blue eyes seemed to sparkle excitedly as her ears twitched about like little satellite dishes. She dashed over to the counter in a single motion and produced a small wax paper bag from behind it. “How many would you like? And do you want the normal cupcakes or the extra special ones with extra frosting and sprinkles. Also Rainbow Dash has been acting really strange recently. You wouldn’t happen to know about that would you? Because if you do, well… Buddy chum pal o’ mine, I might have to just get not so friendly with you and snap your diddly darn neck. We wouldn’t want that, would we? Do you wish to come into contact with a crummy juncture?” Spike was, rather understandably, taken quite aback by the sudden threat of violence from the mare. “What? I didn’t do anything to Rainbow Dash!” Pinkie’s eyes glared intently at him, seeming to judge his every action for a few brief moments, before she shrugged softly. “Fair. She must be acting silly because she feels like it then.” Spike was pretty shocked, his mind was trying to work out a plan on what he was going to do next. Pinkie Pie might not have seemed like a danger to him, considering he was a dragon and she was a pony that worked in a bakery. But, something about Pinkie Pie told him that if she really wanted, it was well within her power to cause him some serious problems. She needed to be dealt with, but he wasn’t about to attack one of his friends. He still didn’t have it in him to actually attack his friends. Stepping forward, he took the brown paper bag from the mare and as he did so, he suddenly had a thought pop into his mind. “Say, Pinkie, would you like to go upstairs with me, now that I’m… Well, you know, an adult.” Pinkie seemed to stare at him with a quizzical expression painted across her face, a quizzical expression that quickly changed as she realized what he was suggesting. “Oh! We can have an adult party! With the extra big balloons and the adult punch with confetti and stuff. I’ll invite everyone over!” Spike was shocked, but he smiled softly and carried on with his speech, “Ah, No. I was thinking we could have a private party. With just you and me. On your bed.” Pinkie Pie stared at him once more, nodding silently, “My bed has the springiest mattress. We can jump on it super high.” The dragon almost let out a sigh, barely managing to contain his frustration as he spoke again, “Never mind. Let’s just go up to your room and chill on your bed or something? That sound cool?” Pinkie nodded excitedly, already halfway up the stairs before the nod was even finished, and after waiting for a few moments, Spike followed after her, his eyes scanning around the room as he looked for any sign that the owners of the bakery were currently inside. Finding none, he felt comfortable to slowly make his way up the stairs after the pink mare. His mind was racing and his breathing was slightly elevated. This plan wasn’t going to end well, what if Pinkie Pie had already figured it out? Giving a soft sigh, he attempted to steel himself for the task that lay ahead. Pinkie Pie’s bedroom was ahead, a bright pink door decorated with bits of candy he hoped were made out of decorated wood, but somehow he doubted it. A sign on the door was turned to face him, an obnoxiously smiley face of a pony meeting him, with the message “Party in progress” painted across it in bold multi colored letters. Pushing the door open, the dragon slowly slipped into the room and took a few moments to get his bearings within it. Pinkie Pie’s room didn’t match with her character and for a few moments he was shocked by just how tidy it all was. There was a bed, a cabinet, and that was it. There was no chaotic mess. Of course, it was still clearly the room of the pink pony, nobody else would have had a canister of helium in their room. For a few moments, he was confused. There was something missing from the room, he was sure of it. As Pinkie Pie crashed into him, his focus came back in an instant. Right, he hadn’t seen the pink mare upon entering the room. She seemed to have vanished into the wallpaper, but it was now clear she had somehow managed to get behind him. Stumbling forward, he did his best to turn towards her. His body was strong and powerful, but with the force the mare had impacted him with, it was a wonder that he had managed to stay standing from the blow. He hit her bed and get enough of an anchor to turn towards her. Pinkie Pie dropped back into a fighting stance and swept her hind legs towards him. All of this took place in a few brief moments, before anybody would have even had time to think, and yet Pinkie Pie moved through this time between moments like it was her domain. This was her world, and he was a trespasser here. His legs were swept from beneath him before he could properly think through his next steps, and he was driven to his knees. Before Pinkie Pie had a chance to try anything else, he was attempting to get back up, raising both arms to cover his head and prevent a follow up strike from finishing him then and there. A firm blow rattled his guard, and he barely managed to twist into it to break up the impact before his muzzle took a battering. “You did something to my dashie!” Pinkie Pie accused in a sudden serious tone. Fuck. Most people had this misconception that the Pink Pony was stupid simply because she was silly and refused to focus. This couldn’t have been further from the truth. A blow hit him in the gut, lifting him from his feet and forcing the air from his lungs, a desperate rasp rolling from his lips as his tongue spilled from his maw. Armored scales were designed to prevent cutting strikes from other dragons, they did nothing to break up powerful impacts like this. The edges of his vision were dark. He rasped from breath and felt the beginning hints of his body giving out. He couldn’t take many more blows like that, no matter how strong he was. Thankfully, he had landed on her bed, but now he needed a weapon. Anything would do, but he didn’t want to do anything lethal if he could help it. “I- Didn’t… hurt her.” He wheezed. “Liar!” Pinkie Pie screeched, suddenly doing a jumping kick towards him. Instinct took over, Spike raised one of the pillows from the bed to block the kick, and Pinkie Pie’s hoof hit it with enough force to burst through it, shooting feathers towards spike as it burst, the chubby baker pony’s hoof coming through the fabric and becoming stuck. Acting quickly, he swung the pillow around and threw the pony towards the wall. Diving for the bedside table, he ripped the drawer out of its holder and searched for a weapon. Something met his grip, something large, plastic and non-lethal. Perfect. Pinkie Pie launched herself towards him again and he turned in an instant, smacking her with the over-sized replica of a draconic cock. It wasn’t exactly what he had pictured, but it would do for now as a weapon. The pink pony span in the air as she was cock-slapped, or more accurately, cock-bludgeoned. She hit the bed and rebounded off it, but the dragon knew that if he gave her a chance to get back up, keeping her down next time would be nearly impossible. Diving towards the bed, he gripped the improvised weapons in his talons and pressed it to her ear. The body of the toy was a rich red in colour, with the base being a simple black colour, and it also seemed that it was modeled after a canine of some kind. Either way, he managed to sink half of the tapered toy into her ear, and the pink mare went stiff as it bumped against the inside of her skull. At this point, he had to take a short break to catch his breath. This mare was completely crazy, and his body was still trying to recover and calm down from the brief fight with the slightly chubby mare. Out of all of his friends, Pinkie Pie was by far the craziest, but even he hadn’t been expecting this from her. Finding his senses, he pushed the toy deeper into her head. “There, now stop attacking me. I didn’t hurt Dash, I made her happy, and now I am going to make you happy too, even though you just beat the shit out of me.” He didn’t know what he was going to do beyond this point, he already took this way too far to be brushed off as an accident of some kind. Others would come for him, and he had effectively alienated himself from all of the pony kind for at least a lifetime or two. Focusing on the task at hand, he gently ran his hands down the back of the pony before him, he pushed the toy forward once again, causing Pinkie Pie to groan softly. “There, isn’t that much better? Isn’t it much nicer to just relax like this? Hmm?” Pinkie Pie didn’t respond for a few moments, and he was sure that it was because she was greatly enjoying herself, but a moment later he realized that he had made a grave mistake. The pink pony propelled herself backwards rather suddenly, catching him completely off-guard as he was sure that no creature would be able to think straight with a toy wedged in their brain, but somehow Pinkie Pie was putting up a fight regardless of how scrambled her brain might have been. He moved over to her bedside cabinet before she could properly get her bearings and prove that she was more than able to put up a fight. Her bedside cabinet was filled with toys of all description and design. For a brief moment he was simply taken aback by the near-complete catalog of colorful silicone sex toys before him, but he didn’t have time to ponder, pulling out a much larger toy that appeared to be an imitation of a dolphin penis. Honestly, he was pretty ashamed just by the fact that he was able to easily identify it, but he bought the toy over to Pinkie Pie and shoved the tapered tip earnestly into her ear. The pink pony let out a soft squeak as the toy was shoved into her, her eyes rolling back slightly as her tongue lolled from out of her maw. He pushed the toy forward further, a mad glint in her eye as the toy disappeared deeper into her mind. Pinkie Pie produced a noise somewhere between a deflating balloon and a squeak, just like with a lot of things that involved the pink pony, he wasn’t sure how she did it. “There? Isn’t that better?” He asked, but this time his voice was tentative, by this point Pinkie Pie had already done three things that by all accounts should have been completely impossible. Pinkie Pie gave a contented twitch, and he was sure that it was her finally giving in. Unfortunately, the exact opposite seemed to be true. Spike was getting pretty sick of all of these games, but suddenly being launched backwards through the air by the immense strength of somepony who’s diet consisted mostly of pastries. It was a shock, but by this point he was getting pretty used to this mare constantly being prepared to pull bullshit out of nowhere.# He pulled another toy out of the draw. Clearly he was just trying to scramble her at this point, as this toy was huge, with a wide flare at the base. He couldn’t even identify the animal it was based on, but the tip wasn’t tapered, instead being pointed and cruel looking, to the point that it looked like it would be painful to insert. He didn’t peg Pinkie Pie as the type to enjoy the more extreme side of kinks. Shoving the toy into her other ear, she spammed on the bed as her eyes flew wide, her hind legs gripping him firmly and attempting to pull him closer to her. He hadn’t expected such a strong reaction, but he wasn’t about to argue with it. Her legs were powerful, even stronger then he could imagine for one that subsisted on cakes. It felt like he was locked in place, and Pinkie Pie seemed to be greatly enjoying it. Her sky blue eyes stared at him intently, seeming to peer through the haze of the mind-fucking with lustful intent blazing brightly inside of them. One of her ears had two toys jammed in it, and the other had a toy large enough to cause problems for most mares, and yet she still seemed to be in charge of the situation. He couldn’t really fight back against her without hurting her, he had simply been defending himself, and anything further would likely break his moral code. Gripping the toys firmly, he began to work them in and out of the pink mare, doing his best to completely fry her and get her to let go of his hips before her hooves tightened any more and threatened to crush his bones to powder. He pushed the toys all the way in, watching as she squirmed and struggled beneath him. The toys wedged in her brain certainly didn’t seem to be doing Pinkie Pie many flavors in the realm of thinking, although she didn’t seem to hate that, those blue eyes fluttering softly as she turned her head to look at him. He wasn’t quite sure how this was going to work, right now he wanted nothing more than to bury himself firmly inside of her and pump his load deep into that well padded rear of hers, fill her up with his thick draconic load. At the same time, he wanted to take the toys out and allow himself to indulge in plowing her brains senseless, but he didn’t trust Pinkie Pie to not suddenly pull some immense amount of bullshit from out of nowhere and injure him again. He was still hurting from the last fight that had taken place, and didn’t fancy another one. In the end, he decided that plowing her plump rear was likely the best call that he could make, moving his talons down to rub over her plump rear with a firm squeeze over her cutiemarks, markers of a ponies special talent that appeared around the time they came of age. Pinkie Pie had three balloons in different colours, signaling that her special talent was parties. It seemed like a strange talent, but over her many years on the mortal plane she had brought joy to thousands. Spike respected her a lot for that, and as his claws slowly explored her body, he felt his member twitching to life, the spined draconic member more than ready to make itself aquainted with her private party parts. Before he went on and delved into the main course however, he wanted to have some fun. He reached out his claws and firmly grasped her hind hooves, moving them up so that they pressed into either side of his member. They were soft, and her legs were immensely powerful despite her diet that consisted mainly of baked goods and sweets. Thick muscle mixed with a soft padding around the thighs made her a strange example of fitness and thickness that would drive most stallions crazy. He gently thrust himself back and forth against her hooves, feeling the perfectly ponicured hooves rubbing around his member, making him groan out in pleasure as he moved those claws further up and groped them against her thighs. Throughout all of this, Pinkie Pie was still proving to be quite stoic, basking in the enjoyment of haywire pleasure neurons that made her twitch and quiver occasionally, but otherwise kept her as a pacified puppet that he was free to have his way with, and he was greatly enjoying every moment of it. His hips slowly worked into a smooth motion, twitching excitedly against the rough surface of her hooves as his tongue spilled forth from his maw and dangled down from it. He could feel the hunger welling up inside of him, and he couldn’t take teasing and denying himself any further, firmly taking a grip of her flank as he lined up his cock with the entrance of her snatch, having to pull her plump, pink furred cheeks apart to get a proper look at it. The sight was one that would drive most stallions into a frenzy, as he had been expecting, her clit spilling from the underside of her snatch and winking excitedly at him, the slightest hint of her inner flesh spilling from out of her vaginal cavity, teasing at what lay in store. Before another word could be uttered, he pushed himself forward and gave a soft grunt as her folds parted for him and hugged firmly around his member. Pleasure rolled through his whole body, and for a few moments he fought with it, struggling to not pump blindly back and forth into her like he was some kind of animal. Pinkie Pie’s insides felt like heaven around his length, the random convulsions from her scrambled thought patterns sending him to new heights of bliss that he had not thought possible. This was his first time having proper sex with a pony on a bed, and he was absolutely loving it. He wanted more of this, he wanted this with Rarity and every one of his friends, he deserved it, he was a dragon, and they were merely ponies, they should be paying tribute to him. He felt his body starting to grow from the rampant greed taking root in his heart. It was a common thing for dragons who got overcome by greed to find themselves growing several sizes. That was how the immense beasts found guarding giant hoards of gold came to be. But now was not the time to be thinking about that. When he had been younger, his greed had overtaken him and he had lost himself inside of it. He was older, smarter and tougher then he had been then however, and he tempered his greed with a resolve fashioned through years of hardship. Pinkie Pie stared back at him with those blue eyes, the anger and confusion seemed to have faded from her, replaced with mindless lust where she simply basked in the pleasure that his cock was bringing her. Spike gripped her fat flanks firmly, all those years of baked goods and exercise making her into the perfect sex toy for him to use. He was still new to this sex thing however, and soon his member was twitching excitedly, begging to blow his fertile load deep inside of the thick mare and attempt to knock her up. He did his best to try and hold off, to keep thrusting into her for a few more minutes, but unfortunately it simply wasn’t possible. Her walls were clenching around him and begging for his seed so greedily that he was in no place to deny them, and with a few more rapid thrusts, he suddenly felt his peak slam into him. It wasn’t a slow build up, it wasn’t like water building behind a dam as he had seen it be described in books and comics, instead it was as if someone had suddenly overloaded every pleasure nerve in his body. His head snapped back rather suddenly and he let out a primal howl of pleasure, those emerald green orbs rolling back in his head as his talons firmly dug into her flank. His cock twitched rapidly, those spines digging into her walls and trying to get her to produce eggs for his cum to rain down upon, but regardless of whether or not that succeeded, he soon found himself completely overwhelmed by a second wave of pleasure. Spike’s cock twitched softly and began to fire off thick ropes of fertile draconic seed, just as it had done with Twilight. His load was fired off deep inside of her. He didn’t know what it was about the pink mare, but something about the way she clenched around his length, and something about being so close to her womb sent him to new heights of pleasure. His body desperately attempted to produce and fire off as many ropes of cum as it could, and he had no choice but to go along with the ride, desperately pumping his hips back and forth in an attempt to bury his load as deep inside of her as he could get it. As soon as his seed begin to backwash out of her, he felt the strength starting to fade from out of his body as the weight of his afterglow hit him like a sledgehammer. He tried his best to brush it off however, pulling his cock from out of her and letting his seed spill free. His breathing was heavy, and he felt tired, but he had to get back home and- Pinkie Pie nestled up next to him, a slight, contented smile etched onto her face. He felt his heart melt just a little, and in that moment, the weight of his climax begin to weigh down upon him again. As he nestled against her soft pink fur, he began to realize that maybe taking a rest wasn’t such a bad idea after all. He could allow himself a short nap, even kings need their rest after all. Pinkie Pie still had several sex toys haphazardly wedged into her skull, something that he didn’t feel like rectifying, because for the moment it seemed to be keeping her pacified. The dragon’s eyes felt heavy. Thoughts scattered into a haze of pleasure, and as he nestled himself into the side of the pink mare, he felt himself slowly starting to drift off into the realm of dreams. A smile spread across his face, and he hugged Pinkie Pie close as the waking world slipped away from him, the last thing he recalled being the scent of flour and sweetness, before the land of dreams carried him away.

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Main 6,Rainbow Dash,Rarity,Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Comedy,Porn,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Non-consensual,Sex

Spike Mindfucks His Friends

Spike, after mindfucking Twilight and then attempting to fix her with duct tape, finds himself thrust into a strange new world of mind fuckery in which he decides, or is forced to, mindfuck the rest of his friends.

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<p>Spike fucked Twilight's mind, and now he finds himself needing to do the same to all of his friends, either through choice or because he is forced to do so. This involves incredibly unrealistic anatomy in which he inserts his penis into the ears of his friend, or through their skull, and quite literally has sexual intercourse with their gray matter, something which they greatly enjoy. This is a work of fiction, please do not try this at home, you will die and it will hurt the whole time you are doing so. </p><p>A commission for anon, my commissions are open if you want one!</p>

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2024-02-14T18:55:01+00:00

2024-02-14T18:55:01+00:00

Ogres and Oubliettes was a game that Spike greatly enjoyed. He and Big Mac scheduled the game for the same time every week and he had never missed a session so far. Today the game was playing out as it normally did. Sometimes Discord turned up to play with them, but today it was just him and Big Mac, something that Spike was OK with. The large red stallion with an apple for a cutiemark was a pony of few words and serious stature who was very fun to play with due to the fact he kept quiet, stuck to the rules, and came up with some of the most insane combat strategies that Spike had ever set eyes upon. They had been forced to make new characters for this game. Big Mac was playing a huge behemoth of a barbarian with a pair of hammers, and Spike was playing a bare clawed Monk who could use fire breath to dish out damage while boxing their way through anything. The dragon really was a powerful class with the fact they came with armor and natural weapons, but they lacked a lot of bonuses that ponies got. It didn’t really matter however, because most of those bonuses didn’t apply when it came to straight combat. He tossed the dice across the table, where the bounced around a few times and came up as a mixture of middling numbers. Not the best, but certainly not the worst either. Big Mac’s green eyes scanned across the table, taking in the details of all the little figurines lay across the map, seemingly thinking up the best strategy to deal with the situation his character had been presented with. Before anything else could happen, Mac raised his head towards Spike and tilted it slightly to the side, “Ah… Sorry Spike… Ah’m a little distracted from today’s game by the fact that you seem to have… Ah’ Grown a lil’” Spike nodded, “Yeah, I have. I felt like I wanted to try something different for a change.” Big Mac seemed to be attempting to read if it was a bluff or not, but after a few moments he gave a slow nod. “Ah’ see. So ya’ just go growin’ whenever you feel like it?” Spike looked towards the red stallion, one of his best friends and the only one that he actually did things with on a regular basis. He could tell his friend anything, and Big Mac could tell him anything. They had a strange kind of brotherly bond that was rarely seen in this modern day. It was the old kind of blood for blood relationship that really wasn’t meant to be messed with. “I could tell you. But you might not like it. You promise that you won’t be mad at me, if I decide to tell you?” He didn’t even let the thought of fighting Big Mac cross his mind, he couldn’t do it, even if it did end up coming to it, it would just end badly on all sides. “Ah’m sorry Spike, I can’t promise somethin’ like that without knowin’… It’d take a lot to annoy me though, so I can promise I will do my best.” Spike thought for a few moments. Was he comfortable enough sharing something like this with Big Mac? He didn’t know, he couldn’t be sure, just as Big Mac couldn’t be sure he could keep his promise, not that it mattered really. He was too deep now to try and back out. “Well, you see… I had something of a sexual awakening, and I might have fucked a few ponies… In the ear… And scrambled their brains a bit.” Big Mac looked shocked for a brief moment, then suddenly burst out laughing. It was a full bellied, hard laugh, the kind of laugh that was ugly and echoed around the room as he beat his hoof against the table and sent the dice bouncing around with the sheer force of his monumental blows. For a brief moment Spike thought that Big Mac was merely trying to brush this off as some kind of joke, and was about to specify that he was serious when Big Mac suddenly raised his head up. “Is that why Twilight’s been acting so silly? Ah’m glad, she really did piss me off you know. Always prancin’ about and actin’ like everyone else is so fucking stupid and beneath her, just because they didn’t go to some fancy magic school.” He was taken aback by just how on-board Big Mac was with this idea, but after getting over the shock, he gave an excited nod. “Yeah, exactly. I just stick my cock in their brains and it really does wonders for them. She’s a lot happier now she doesn’t have all that knowledge to worry about. It felt absolutely incredible creaming inside her skull.” Big Mac gave a devilish grin that actually scared Spike just a tiny bit. He wasn’t sure why, but something told him that Big Mac was more than just on board with the idea, and the fact that he was so accepting was… Disturbing? Was that the word he was looking for? He wasn’t sure. He couldn’t be completely sure. “Ya’ think that’d work on my sister? She’s always worryin’ and ah’ think it’d do wonders for her.” What. Spike flapped his mouth uselessly once, and then got a grip over himself and gave a nod. “Yeah, I think it could totally work. You are talking about Applejack right, I don’t think I’d do… Well, anything like that with a kid.” Big Mac slammed his hoof down into the table with a powerful boom that echoed around the room, almost knocking the figures over, and threatening to shatter the table legs. Spike jumped, just a little. “Fuck you just accuse me off? I’m nah’t some kinda fuckin’ pedophile!” Spike swallowed the lump in his throat, “Sorry. I just wanted to be sure, I wasn’t assuming nothing… But… I didn’t expect you to be this eager to do something like this if I’m being completely honest. Just caught me off guard is all.” Big Mac scoffed, “Course ah’m up for it. You know I have dreams about being the prettiest pony princess in all of Equestria, the Princess of Apples? I opened up to my sis about it, and she laughed in my fuckin’ face… It really fuckin’ hurt my feelings… Well, we can show her I can be the prettiest Princess right? Now Twilight’s drooling her brains out I have a shot at being third, and that’s good enough for now.” Right. Spike might have been in over his head, but his mother/caretaker/fucktoy had always said you should support your friends in everything they do. And Big Mac clearly wanted to be seen as a Princess, so that was something that Spike was going to have to support. “Well, you go get dressed up then, Princess. And I’ll… Ah, lure your sister in here, I guess? And then we can both have a go at her ears and teach her not to laugh at other pony’s dreams?” Big Mac gave a devilish grin, “That sounds like a good plan Spike. Thank you for supporting my dreams so much. You’re a real true friend, you know that?” Wow, who knew helping and opening up to your friends was so easy. He should’ve done this a lot sooner. With his long, draconic tail swishing softly behind him, he rose from his chair and made for the exit of the barn, already piecing a plan together of how exactly he was going to lure Applejack back here for her… Appointment. Applejack was currently having a staring contest with an apple. It was one of the more normal things that went on in the Apple Farm. Being away from town, boredom was a constant problem. Boredom often led to feats of genius or, more likely, feats of batshit insanity. “Three..” Applejack began, “Two…” The apple stared silently at her, “One… DRAW!” As she yelled the final word, her hoof shot down to her lasso, which was on the floor before her, throwing it out in an instant and knocking the fruit from the table. Before it could fall fully from the table, she drew the lasso taunt and threw the offending fruit towards the sun. “Ah… Buck…” The country mare muttered in her southern drawl. Clearly, the orange earth pony hadn’t intended to do that, but she had thrown an apple at the sun regardless, and now she had to deal with that. Spike stepped up next to her and tried to give his best smile, “Hey Applejack!” Applejack fixed her emerald green eyes towards the dragon, not even flinching or reacting to his sudden change in size. “Ah, hey Spike! How you been doing, is your gaming session not goin’ well?” Now, Applejack wasn’t smart. Not in the way ponies normally mean when they talk about intelligence. If you gave her a book problem or a math problem, she was about as much help as a rock was. But, if you gave her a practical problem or something that required practical experience, they could solve it with ease. He had to be careful here. “Not at all. I just came to tell you that Big Mac was looking for you in the barn, something important that he wants to tell you I think. I left him to take his turn in the game and thought I’d tell you while I stretch my legs.” Applejack didn’t seem to question it in the slightest, because it wasn’t exactly a lie, the large dirty blond maned stallion was looking for her. It just might not have been for any of the reasons that she was expecting. Not that that was a problem. He just had to keep his cool. He could totally do this. Just chill. Just relax. Applejack gave him a soft smile, “Alright Sugarcube, let’s get a move on then!” Spike began to make his way back towards the barn. He shouldn’t have been nervous about it at this point, he was Equestria’s expert on the subject at the moment, so there was literally nobody more qualified for fucking pony’s brains then he was. But he was still nervous. There was still that nagging doubt about something going wrong or someone seeing through his lies and managing to find him out. As they made their way over the grass, Spike found himself faced with a moral dilemma. He’d never really doubted himself much before, and he didn’t enjoy it when he did end up doubting himself. Was this right? Was he going to go to Tartarus for this? Was Tartarus a place that even existed? If it didn’t actually exist, did that even matter? Were ponies that were only doing good things due to the threat of eternal punishment actually good ponies… As these thoughts went through his head, they trotted through the double doors into the barn. He didn’t have to think about such questions much longer, because the double doors suddenly slammed shut behind him. The only light coming in was from the windows right at the top of the barn designed for ventilation, but it had still got a lot more dim… “Ah’m the Princess of Apples, bitch!” Big Mac suddenly screamed, rising up from out of a pile of hay like some kind of specter rising from the grave. All Spike could do for the moment was silently utter the words ‘What the fuck’ Applejack looked completely stunned as the red stallion rose to his full height, wearing a golden tiara with a green crystal in the shape of an apple on it, along with four sets of golden shoes that had matching emblems on it. And then he fucking tackled Applejack so fast and with so much force that she rebounded off one of the support beams like a ping pong ball, bouncing twice along the ground and then lying there in a broken heap with one of her hooves wedged behind her back in some kind of fairly comical pose. The support beam was cracked, and the dragon couldn’t give a more apt description of what exactly happened because of the deadly speed at which the Princess of Apples had moved. “Holy flying fuck,” Spike finally managed to utter. The purple dragon had been swearing a lot lately, but then he had been put in so many situations where swearing was appropriate that it wasn’t really fair to pin it on him. “Is she OK?” Bi- The Princess of Apples nodded firmly, “Ah didn’t even hit her with my full power. That was just to daze her, she’ll be fine.” Applejack didn’t look fine. She looked like that blow had done more then just daze her. It looked like she was knocked out cold. Thankfully, the orange mare gave a soft moan to confirm that she was still alive, and Spike let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding. Up to this point he had felt like he was completely in charge of the situation. But right now? He really wasn’t sure. Apple Princess looked like she would be able to crush him with ease, and he was just glad that they were on his side. Grabbing Applejack by her mane, the Apple Princess raised her head up and turned her to face Spike. “So you want first dibs or hawhat?” Big Mac said. Spike blinked and then moved up next to Applejack. “I guess I’ll take first dibs. We could do it both at the same time if you wanted, share her?” Applejack muttered something softly, and Apple Princess, or AP for short, slammed her face into the ground to daze her again. Spike didn’t say anything, but he was really scared at the moment. That being said, the taunt, muscle bound body of the farm mare was more then enough to replace that fear with a blazing arousal. He was going to fuck her ear. Big Mac was going to help him fuck her ear, and then he was going to get as far away from whatever the fuck this was. He had enough already. His member was starting to slowly spill forth from his slit, and AP spread their legs, their own member spilling to hardness between their legs… Spike had never noticed this before, mostly because he wasn’t in the habit of checking out other stallions, but their cock was absolutely massive, as one would expect from such a powerful Princess. Their balls had a tiara slung around them too… Like some kind of cock decoration that went around the top of their balls, then dangled down to adorn them with an apple gemstone. Spike had never seen anything like it before, and he was far too scared to begin questioning why exactly he had them. He was the Princess of Apples and he could do whatever he wanted. Spike’s member was covered with soft spines, and he tried to focus on the soft ears of the apple mare and how he was about to fuck them, rather then the fact that his best friend was currently the most powerful being all the way to Canterlot. Pressing the pointed head of his member to her ear, he gripped her head firmly and pushed forward firmly. Appejack let out a soft moan, and her tight ear canal clamped firmly around his length, greeting him with a warmth and tightness that he had felt multiple times before, but even now felt beyond any other pleasure that he could have compared it too. He groaned in pleasure and gripped her head firmly, holding her in place as he basked in the sensation. Soon he would push forward into her brain, well and truly scramble her, and every second of it was going to feel heavenly. He could hardly wait, but he forced himself to do so, long enough to nod to AP and wait for them to make their move. “So ah’ just stick it in? And it goes through to her brain? That don’t make much sense, you’d think there’d be like… Bone in the way or something.” Spike smirked, “Well, apparently not. They were made for taking cock, and we need to put them in their place.” AP pressed his hips forward slowly. The head of his member was much wider then that of Spikes, and he wasn’t sure that it was going to fit, but the stallion was also incredibly strong. Applejack whimpered softly, her eyes opening up wide as she let out a shocked gasp. “Ah-Hey! Hey!” She cried out, “Whaththebuckyoudoingbro!” She said, her words coming out in one long run-on sentence. It didn’t dissuade the Apple Princess at all, they had set their mind on getting their cock buried deep into their gray matter, and no force in Equestria could rightfully stop them now. Their ear canal spread slowly, and Applejack begin to wiggle, squirm, and cry out as the massive, bitch breaking and Princess will-enforcing cock begin to force into her like a battering ram. Her ear canal went from something the size of a coin, to something the size of the opening on a mug. It took several moments, along with much of the strength in the red stallion’s legs, but there was no force in Equestria that could stop it. With a soft pop, the Princess slipped inside, and Applejack writhed around like crazy. Spike held her firmly, feeling her clench and convulse firmly around his length, groaning in pleasure as he tried his best to keep pushing forward. With each movement, those spines on his length rubbed against the inside of her ear, making her cry out. She was still trying to say things, still trying to form words and coherent sentences. Both failed. The Apple Princess gripped their sister with both hooves, pushing forward, and slightly pulling them towards him. This naturally led to her being pulled away from Spike, something that he would have normally complained about, but he didn’t dare do that this time, simply focusing on his own pleasure as much as possible. He kept forcing himself forward, forcing her ear canal wide, slowly moving towards his prize. He was the first one to bottom out, bumping against the entrance to his prize. Spike was just a few movements away from sinking into their gray matter, but this was simply due to the fact that his member was smaller than that of Applejack’s brother, something that he was slightly ashamed about. The dragon waited for his friend to reach the entrance to Applejack’s mind as well, trying to get his breathing and his arousal under control so that he didn’t instantly blow his load once he sank into her gray matter. “W-wait! Don’t stop! Stop!” Applejack cried, but AP kept pushing forward with an angry vengeance, not stopping until he was also resting against the entrance to their heavenly gray matter. AP smiled brightly, his member twitching softly within their ear as he gave a contented groan, something that sounded almost like a growl at this point. Applejack looked scared, confused and like she deeply regretted her choice to mock the Princess of Apples at this point. This was good. Not only had he gotten to fuck some mare’s mind, he had also gotten to teach a friendship lesson! He was getting really good at this. “So… On three?” Spike asked, and AP nodded firmly, clearly excited about the prospect of getting to sink his length into their mind. “One…” Spike began, “Two...” “Wa.. Wait!” Applejack cried, which was ignored by both of them. “Three!” Both of them shoved their cocks forward in one instant, sinking through towards her brain. The mare cried out loudly as Spike’s cock bumped up against her brain, the thick head of AP’s cock following shortly behind, threatening to crush her brain as she cried out, thrashing and writhing about wildly as she tears begin to drip down her cheeks, spasms rolling their way through her body as she was bombarded with the sensation of her mind crumbling. It must have felt absolutely incredible for her, but it felt even better for Spike and the Princess of Apples, both of whom let out loud moans of pleasure as they bumped their cocks against her brain and threatened to reduce it to mush. Spike wanted to take a moment, he wanted to gather his bearings and take it slow. The large princess across from him didn’t seem to share the same sentiments as they rammed forward without the slightest hint of care. Applejack cried out softly as her mind was railed, eyes rolling back slightly as her legs begin to kick in an out of control fashion, but the pair of them hung onto her tightly, holding her in place as their members began to plough into her gray matter, no doubt making a mess of her thoughts. Their two cocks bumped against each other within her skull, making her eyes roll back as her tongue lolled out in a truly whorish display of passion. Spike was slightly fearful of the powers that the Apple Princess possessed, but he wasn’t going to admit that. Spike had to assert his authority over the situation and make sure that the large Princess didn’t think she could get the upper hoof over him. He matched the speed at which they were thrusting into the orange mare’s brain, both of them grinning happily to themselves as they engaged in a macho match of brain fucking, which was likely one of the strangest competitions that had ever been invented or carried out, but both of them were lost in the moment. He knew that if he wasn’t careful, the Princess would easily be able to overpower him, and the Apple Princess knew that if they didn’t do a good enough job of ploughing their sister’s mind, then they would never be able to earn enough respect to become a proper Princess. Applejack really didn’t seem to mind this however, she was currently drooling mindlessly with her tongue lolling out of her maw, eyes rolled back in her head and hooves quivering wildly beneath her as she tried her best to stay standing despite the two massive cocks that were currently buried in her mind. Her vagina was wildly winking behind her, that fat clit spilling from out between her folds like a pearl, winking at the two stallions as they ploughed in and out of her head, filling the air with a series of lewd smacks and sounds. Spike was actually pretty surprised by just how resilient her brain was proving, his claws gripping at the side of her head firmly as he did his best to hold back on climaxing, despite the way her ear was currently gripping around his shaft. This was the other part of the competition between the two of them. Whichever one of them climaxed first was going to end up losing face in front of the other, and neither of them wanted that. So it was also a race to see who could climax last. The dragon was finding this a lot harder then he would have thought, the orange mare was gripping around his cock with her ear hole much harder then he thought possible, not enough to be painful, but enough that it was proving an almost impossible feat to not dump his load directly into her ear canal right at this moment. Thankfully, it seemed that Apple Princess was having just as much trouble as she was. Their face was stoic, but there were cracks starting to show in that facade. She would cum first, Spike was confident in his own skills. He could do this, he just had to hold on for a few more seconds. Applejack had drooled all over the floor, their eyes had been rolled all the way back in their head for quite a concerning amount of time, and it seemed as though they were being overtaken by powerful orgasmic convulsions that were making their way through her body with each thrust. Her clit was winking desperately, the inner tunnel of her vagina gripping desperately as it attempted to milk some lucky stallion of their seed, but for the moment there was no stallion inside of her. Her body didn’t care however, the scrambled signals of pleasure were more then enough for it. As the pair of them approached their climaxes in a pretty pointless show of who was more macho, Applejack went through no less than three orgasms, her clit giving a few more desperate winks before she hosed down the inside of her muscular orange thighs in her fluids, even more powerful convulsions ripping through her body that were barely noticeable. After she had gotten through three orgasms where her body had shown off just how hard the orange mare could squirt, all the following orgasms kind of blended together into a seemingly endless stream of pleasure that totally destroyed over eighty percent of her coherent thoughts. As for the competition between the two of them, it ended in a tie. It wasn’t possible to tell which of them orgasmed first, their two massive loads mixing inside of the orange mare’s head and scrambling any remaining thoughts, before shooting out of her nose like she had just choked on milk, forcing a strange groaning noise from the lips of the mare as both of the drove forth to fully empty everything they had into her head. Cum also began to pour from out of her tear ducts, dripping down her cheeks and onto the floor, before she opened her mouth and even more of their cum poured forth from her mouth. Her brain had basically been white washed with cum, although she didn’t really seem to care, she looked like she was enjoying her new, less thought filled mind already. Her eyes had finally found themselves back into something approaching a normal position, though they were rolled out to the side slightly. Spike slowly pulled his length free from her ear, with the Apple Princess following shortly after, pulling her cock from out of her sister’s ear. After this, the purple dragon waved his hand in front of the orange mare’s green eyes, attempting to gather her attention and ensure that she was OK. “Hello? You good, Applejack?” He asked. “Ah… AH… Apple.” Applejack muttered, more cum leaking from out of her mouth and dribbling down her ears, her legs quivering softly. The Apple Princess turned back to face him, “Ah, she’s just fine Spike. Thank you very much for this, you’ve been a big help!” Well, that was good enough for Spike, he held out his hand and shook the hoof of the new Princess happily. “It was my pleasure. Good luck to you!” He said, before swiftly making his way towards the exit. This whole situation had been too much for him. He needed something less weird, or a break of some kind.

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Spike Mindfucks His Friends

Spike, after mindfucking Twilight and then attempting to fix her with duct tape, finds himself thrust into a strange new world of mind fuckery in which he decides, or is forced to, mindfuck the rest of his friends.

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<p>Spike fucked Twilight's mind, and now he finds himself needing to do the same to all of his friends, either through choice or because he is forced to do so. This involves incredibly unrealistic anatomy in which he inserts his penis into the ears of his friend, or through their skull, and quite literally has sexual intercourse with their gray matter, something which they greatly enjoy. This is a work of fiction, please do not try this at home, you will die and it will hurt the whole time you are doing so. </p><p>A commission for anon, my commissions are open if you want one!</p>

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Spike had been pretty shaken up by the incident at the Apple Farm. He would never admit it of course, but something about the way that Big Mac had ascended into a fucking Princess had really thrown him for a loop and he didn’t really have much more to say on the situation then that. Right now the only thought going through his mind was how he wanted to take a break from all of this before things had a chance to get any weirder. He wanted to return to more normal things. He wanted to go on a date where he didn’t end up railing someone’s brain and he had a normal sexual interaction with someone. For as long as he was able to remember, he had a crush on Rarity. Rarity pretty much meant the world to him. He had gotten stronger and done most of this stuff in the hopes it would be able to bring the two of them closer together. In that regard, he didn’t know how successful he had been, but he felt confident enough now that he was at the peak of his game. There was no way that Rarity would be able to turn him down, and so he had his way over to The Carousel Boutique as soon as he was able, after making himself presentable and putting on some deodorant and making sure that his scales were perfect. It seemed that he had grown even larger in the past few days, now feeling more like a towering mountain of muscle rather than the small and meek dragon that he had started out as. It was good. He wouldn’t be seen as weak by anybody ever again, and he no longer had to deal with snide remarks or people telling him that he wasn’t really a dragon or other such things. He was just as much a dragon as any other dragon out there, and nobody could argue that fact now. He knocked gently on the door to the boutique, then took a step back to patiently wait for the door to open. He didn’t want to intimidate the white mare within. This was just going to be a normal date and he wasn’t going to think about things like burying his thick draconic cock directly into her gray matter. Rarity opened the door after a few minutes passed, finding a massive dragon standing on the other side. Naturally this was quite a shock to her, as her sapphire blues eyes indicated. Spike gave her a wid smile that was meant to be in a comforting and mildly cheeky fashion, but considering the fact that his maw was currently filled with two rows of razor sharp fangs, it came across in a much more terrifying ‘I am about to eat you and there is nothing that you can do about it’ kind of way. “Ah, Spike!” She began, then paused for a moment, blinking softly as her tail tucked up behind her in a fearful and instinctual fashion. She likely didn’t even realize that she was doing it, but he noticed, and it made him attempt to relax his stance for a moment, only serving to make him look lazy and like he didn’t know how to keep his back straight. He felt like a complete idiot, so after a moment he straightened himself up again, but by this point Rarity looked like she was about to have a heart attack from seeing his new form. “What… Ah, what happened to you? When did you get so big?” She asked, her voice wobbling such a small amount that even his enhanced hearing barely picked up on it. She was scared of him. Why was she scared of him? It made a lot of sense really. He was a six foot tall draconic creature that could have ripped her apart in an instant. His claws could go through skin like butter, his teeth could punch through armor like paper and that was excluding the fact that he breathed fire hot enough to burn bone to ash, so nobody would even find the remains. Yeah, that was pretty fucking terrifying now that he thought about it. He’d have been pretty scared too if something like that just turned up on his front doorstep. Giving her the best smile he could, this time doing his best to make it look like a genuine one, showing much less teeth, he gave a slight bow towards the white mare. Even with everything that he had been through, she still held a special place in his heart as one of the prettiest mares that he had ever met, and he doubted any other mare would even come close to matching that. Her white fur, her perfect purple mane rolled into coils at the end, and the way that she smelled. It all made his brain tingle in a way that nothing else could match. “You are as pretty as ever, Rarity. When I was a small dragon, I didn’t have the heart to tell you this, but I love you. I love you like no stallion could. I know that I am a a dragon and you are a pony, so our love is quite the taboo, but I would love to go on a date with you. There is this fantastic diner that I wish to take you out to, with my newfound wealth and form.” He spoke with all the grace he could muster, being sure to pronounce each letter as clearly as possible. He needed to show Rarity that he wasn’t the same young reckless dragon he had once been. He could meet all her needs and show her so much more, if she would only give him a chance. The white unicorn looked over at him for a few moments, seeming to be thinking on what to say as her eyes scanned over his form, and then over the air behind him, seeming to blankly stare straight through him as if he wasn’t even there. After a few moments of this, he honestly started to feel more then a little uncomfortable, turning slowly to see what she was staring at and finding nothing there. His keen eyes could see a lot further than those of a pony, but even with his keen vision, he couldn’t make out what she was looking for. Meaning she was just having an existential breakdown. That wasn’t how this was meant to go. Mares weren’t meant to have existential crises simply from talking to him. He could handle them being a little fearful of him, but having a full on mental breakdown was taking things too far. “O-Oh… I’d love to Spike, but I have things to do unfortunately. You know how busy I always get with making dresses and everything else. I’m very sorry, but I am sure you can find some other lovely mare to go with!” He shouldn’t have been angry. She’d been very polite in her rejection of him, he should simply take it on the chin and keep moving on. She was right, he could likely have almost any mare he wanted, in fact there were likely several mares or more that really wanted a dragon as a partner. But no. He wanted Rarity. He needed Rarity. He wasn’t going to take this rejection lying down. Straightening himself up further, he wedged his foot in the door just as she attempted to close it with her bright blue magic. He didn’t feel anything as the door impacted against his foot, although he wasn’t sure whether it was due to his toughened scale or just because for the moment he was quite angry. It wasn’t a hot fury, the kind that swallowed up everything and made him act out in a stupid way, but instead a cold fury, a cold fury that chilled his core and made him feel like he was about to do something terrible. He wasn’t a young dragon any more however, so he did everything he could to quell that anger and keep himself under control. He could manage this. He refused to let his anger swallow him up and make him act in a way that was stupid or unbecoming of a dragon like him. He stared through the crack in the door with a soft smile on his face, trying to keep himself calm and refined. “I… I… am sorry Rarity. If I scared you. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just… really wanted you to join me and go out for a meal. So much has changed over the past few days and I want to hang out with one of my friends and relax. Although… If it goes any further than that, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” Rarity stared at him for a few moments, her sapphire blue eyes unfocusing as in a matter of seconds she calculated risks and did other important calculations. Once it was all put together, her response was a long sigh, followed by a gentle smile. “Look, Spike. I’m sorry. I just… Got a little spooked if I’m being honest. I haven’t heard from Twilight or the others in quite some time, and I know it is really stupid, but for a moment I was considering whether or not you might be involved in it. I know that is stupid, and I’m really sorry. Do you have any idea what could have happened to them?” Spike didn’t exactly know how to respond. Did he lie to her? Pretend that he didn’t know anything? Neither of those options seemed that appealing to him. He wasn’t going to manipulate her into going on a date with him, wedging his foot in the door already seemed like he had taken things a step too far in a lot of places. He was going to have to tell her the truth, and then it was very likely that she was going to freak out, end up calling the guards, and then he was going to be in a lot of trouble because he would likely need to eat them or something, and if he did that, there was no way that he would be able to return to town after. It was going to be a huge pain in his ass, but he really did love Rarity. He wasn’t a monster, that much he could be sure of. A monster wouldn’t feel this uncomfortable about lying to someone they really cared about, it wouldn’t be a problem for them. He was comforted by that fact as he straightened himself up to his full height, trying not to look intimidating as he did so, before extending his hand forward and offering it to Rarity with a soft smile on his face. “Come with me, and I can show you where the others are, if you would like.” This was good. He could take her somewhere quiet. He could get her away from crowds of people where she would be able to cause a huge fuss if she did decide to freak out. It would give him a chance to explain himself, give him a chance to show that he wasn’t a monster. Rarity looked unsure for a moment, lowering her head, and for a moment Spike had the very stupid thought that she might be about to charge him, attempting to gore him upon the end of her horn. He quickly brushed such silly thoughts aside, although the mental image of having to go to the hospital to get a unicorn removed from his side did almost make him smirk. He was glad that he was able to keep it under control. “Alright Spike, I trust you.” Rarity finally said, stepping herself fully out into the open and closing the door behind her with a soft click. Spike let out an internal sigh as he allowed himself to relax. He didn’t know how long he had been holding it, but he felt good. Up until he remebered the hard part hadn’t even happened yet. There was still a good possibility that she was going to freak out. Right. Keep it together Spike. He kept himself calm, trying to keep his heart rate steady even with the literal goddess walking next to him. Well, Equestria had Goddesses, that were literally literally goddesses, because they could move the soon and moon… But Rarity was still a Goddess to Spike, she could make his heart race like nobody else could. They made it back to the library and Spike found himself faced with Twilight currently sat staring at a wall with a vacant expression etched onto her face, one of her purple hooves pressed firmly into her snatch, desperately rubbing away at her private parts as she moaned softly to herself. Spike honestly didn’t know what to say at this point. Spike waved his hand towards her, showing off the fruits of his labour. Rarity stared at Twilight for several seconds, then back towards Spike, before panning her eyes around all the various books and the general unkept state of everything. It had been a long while since the library had been maintained in any serious capacity, as Twilight was normally the one that tended to that, and for the moment she was… Distracted. Rarity stared at Twilight for several seconds, watching as she watched her hips desperately buck up into her hoof, crying out softly as she suddenly squirted all over the floor, before pulling her sticky hoof away from her cunt, staring at the juices that coated it, before extending her tongue forward and gently licking the juice from her hoof. The white unicorn looked understandably disturbed, before Twlight leaned forward and began to lick up the mess she had made on the floor. Rarity turned back towards him with an unsure smile on her face. For a few moments he wasn’t sure if she was about to freak out or not. “So… Ah… What did you do to her?” Rarity asked, tail starting to wag gently behind her, although if it was a fear reaction or not he wasn’t sure. “I… Well, I fucked her brain… And then… Yeah.” The white unicorn’s face twisted in confusion, as if she was trying to come to terms with what exactly it was that he meant by that, if it was literal or… “I-… Ah… I see? Doesn’t that… Shouldn’t that have killed her? Don’t things like that normally kill people? Because of internal hemorrhaging and the like?” Spike shook his head, “No, that’s just a myth started by doctors or something. Nobody has died from it yet.” Rarity nodded lowly. “That makes sense. It seems like the sort of thing that should kill you, but then again I’m not a medical doctor so… I couldn’t say for sure.” Spike nodded softly, then gave a shrug. “I don’t know how it works either. But she seems a lot happier, don’t you agree?” Rarity stared at Twilight, then gave a soft nod. “She does. She seems so much happier now, with her head all empty and stuff…” Rarity stared into the distance for a while, then let out a contented sigh that caught Spike off guard, seeming to be thinking about something for a time. “You know Spike, I would actually love to go on a dte with you now that I think about it. I was really worried about what had happened to my friends, but now I see that they are a lot happier then before… Are Rainbow Dash and the others doing good too? Did you do this to them too?” Spike didn’t really feel the need to lie at this point. He had said what needed to be said and there was nothing more that he could really do. If she chose to freak out then he just had to roll with that. His heart was soaring, so over excited about the fact that she had said yes. But things could still go horribly wrong from here. This might be part of some kind of prelude to a mega meltdown. “Yeah. Everyone but you and Fluttershy. After I saw how happy Twilight was, I knew I had to share it with the rest of the group… And that’s how we ended up where we are today.” If he had pockets, it would have been about now that he shoved his hands into them. Rarity stared up at him with an expression somewhere between shock and awe, before she gave a gentle shrug of her shoulders. “Well, are we going to go on this date or not? I must say, I’m quite excited.” - Spike had his entire life to plan out this date, or at least most of his younger years had been composed of imagining this day, the places he would take her out for food and just how wonderful she would look when he did. And now that day was finally here, and it was everything that he had imagined and so much more on top. There had been a lot of days in his life so far, and right now this one was the closest to perfect out of all of them. Rarity was wearing a red silk dress that hugged perfectly to the curves of her form and showed that she wasn’t scared to show them off. He was far from an expert on clothng, but even he could tell that the stitching and fit of this garment was beyond what a shop bought item could offer. She had made this by hoof, put it together made sure that it fit perfectly. Her purple tail was freshly brushed, her mane looked like it had been freshly curled, and a light floral scent that was composed of blackberries filled the air. Slung over one of her shoulders was a red handbag with a polished bronze closer that kept it sealed. The material it was made of seemed to be some kind of faux leather, although he couldn’t place the exact material. It was likely something expensive and well beyond his knowledge of fabrics. “You look stunning.” Was all he could say on the situation. Really, it was the only thing he needed to say, making Rarity give one of her wide, perfect smiles that made it feel like his stomach was filled with butterflies. They were going out to eat. The place that he had chosen was some pretty fancy establishment, although not fancy to the point that the food was served in stupid tiny portions. He was a growing dragon and he needed a proper portion of food. Rarity deserved better then some skin deep understanding of cookery as well. Damn, fancy chefs really pissed him off. He had never really noticed it before. Or maybe he was just attempting to distract himself from the shapely flank of the perfect mare in front of him. She was calmly following his directions on where to go and he was lagging behind. He should be up in front, boldly leading the way. But no, he was hanging back like some kind of sleazebag to stare at her flank. He wasn’t going to be beating himself up too bad however. He had waited for this exact moment for several years and now he was going to take some time to enjoy it and if that was wrong then everyone could go to hell. It wasn’t like the white unicorn didn’t know what he was up to either. He didn’t understand why she hadn’t freaked out, up until about this point, but she was shaking her flank from side to side in a very strange seductive way. He’d never had such a refined mare come onto him before. Her flank wasn’t fat in the slightest, made out of expertly toned muscles. It would have been easy to assume that just because she made clothing she was somehow lazy. It couldn’t be further from the truth of course. Rarity spent an obscene amount of time tending to and caring for her appearance. That included the obvious things like bathing, caring for her mane and using make-up, but it also included several far less obvious things such as a rigorous workout routine. And that routine was certainly being put to use now. He wanted nothing more than to reach his claws out and grip onto her flanks… Take her to pound town was the expression? Fuck her brains out? He laughed internally at the double meaning of the last sentence, then tried to focus back on the task at hand. He was going out for dinner. He couldn’t afford to be distracted by mare flank any further. It was time to be serious and show Rarity what a cool dragon he had grown into. The restaurant itself was much better looking than he had originally thought, which was a pleasant surprise. The floor was covered with a thick red carpet and the tables were all made out of finely carved oak. To his shock, the lighting was provided by bee’s wax candles. It was clean burning and filled the air with a very pleasant scent, but it no doubt cost an arm and a leg to go through all those candles. They sat, they ate, and they laughed. There would be more details on what exactly they ate and what they laughed about, but Spike found himself distracted, pondering what he was going to do after the date was over. Rarity was certainly sending him some strong hints. He had thought that it was just some weird kind of flirting technique the upper class used that he wasn’t aware of, but she kept showing her ear off and making a very strange face whenever she bought up how he had fucked the brains of her friends. She… She wanted him to fuck her brain? Spike didn’t know what to do with this information. He felt a lot more nervous around Rarity then he had any of the others, like some kind of giddy school child barely able to contain his excitement. She kept trying to show her ears off to him. It was weird. Her ears were nice of course, but the brain fucking was… Well, about the brain fucking. It wasn’t about the ears. He hoped that in future people wouldn’t simply dismiss him as the dragon with a weird obsession with ears, or the ear fetish dragon. In the end, they wound up in the very fancy bathroom of the very fancy restaurant. The sides and sinks were all made out of dark pitch black marble that was polished to a sheen, and by this point Rarity had a single glass of wine in her. Rarity was trying to act like it had been a lot more however. She was practically begging for his dick, and bare in mind they were both in the male part of the bathroom. “Rarity stop, I can’t just mindfuck you in the public male bathrooms. It isn’t proper.” Rarity scoffed dismissively as she lay herself out across several of the sinks, (something that didn’t look comfortable in the slightest) and stared at him with a burning lust in her eyes. “You know what isn’t fair, Spike? That you kept that juicy brain scrambling cock all to yourself alllll these years. You have to fuck my brain Spike! You have to do it like nothing else matters I want you to SLAM my head down into this marble countertop and BREAK ME!” She pleaded as the distinct scent of her arousal filled the air and made Spike feel very weird inside. Why couldn’t any of his friends be normal? Why couldn’t Rarity have just been a normal mare that he could have normal vanilla sex with. It was actually pretty concerning just how crazy some of his friends were being about this. Stuffing his hands down by his sides, he attempted to straighten himself out and gave a long sigh. “I’m leaving Rarity. This is getting a bit too weird for my tastes. I need to go and have a drink or two.” Rarity stared at him with a look that was distressed, almost bordering on crying, digging her hooves firmly down against the counter top. “But Spikeeeee. This is like my one dream in the whole wide world. I’ve always wanted to have my brain absolutely scrambled by some absolute stud of a stallion… Or a dragon… Is it because I’m not acting scared enough? Do you need me to beg to get you turned on?” Spike turned back to face her with a somewhat unsure expression on his face. She was still wearing that bright red dress that looked so good on her, reflected in the mirror to show off both sides of her at once. Fuck. She was really pretty, there was no denying that. She could have any stallion she wanted groveling before her in almost an instant. Maybe that was why he was so nervous about doing this? She meant so much to him and that might have been something to do with it. Maybe he didn’t want to scramble her brain into mush. It was a strange thing to consider, but it made a lot of sense. She meant a lot to him and… He didn’t want to take that away. Still, right now it wasn’t up to him. She was begging for it. And there was no way that he could say no to her. Stepping forward calmly, he began to strip out of his clothing. It only took him several seconds to fully strip out of his clothing. Now he was stood in the middle of the bathroom completely naked. It was a strange feeling being naked in the middle of a bathroom, but he was more than prepared to put up with it. Even if someone came into the bathroom now, they wouldn’t be able to do much. He smirked softly at the mental image of some poor pony wandering into the bathroom and finding an eight foot tall dragon fucking another pony’s ear. The dragon reached a hand down and began to gently stroke at his ember. Despite the fact that he wasn’t really feeling it at the moment, having a literal goddess lay out before him was enough to get him nice and aroused. His ribbed and spined member quickly got hard within the grasp of his hand, filling up with his warm life blood. He didn’t remember if his cock had always had ribs and spines, but they were going to feel good going in and out of Rarity’s ear. Right. Even if he didn’t completely want to do this, he would do anything to please Rarity. He stroked up and down his cock to make sure that it was going to stay hard, then moved over to Rarity and pressed his member against the side of their ear. Rarity was soft. Her fur was incredibly soft, incredibly well groomed. He could push his hips forward and sink it right into her brain, but for now he slowly circled his member around the outside edge of their ear. It felt good. It soon go his cock twitching excitedly. “Are you sure about this Rarity? Once I push in, I don’t think I’ll be able to fix you up after.” Rarity rolled over onto her back, using her magic to gently stroke the soft fur of her er against his length, something that made him give a soft groan of pleasure. It felt good. It felt fantastic even. “Yes, of course I am sure dear. Fuck my ear good. Fuck my brain good. Make my mind into your personal cum-dump until the only thing that I can think about is your cock!” Spike wasn’t sure, but he reached a hand forward and firmly took a grip of her horn. Right. Here goes nothing. It was going to feel good, even if he wasn’t one hundred percent certain on doing this. Thrusting himself back and forth gently, he teased the outer edge of her ear, staring down into her deep blue eyes. This wasn’t going to be the same as he had fantasied about, but he was at least finally getting to have sex with Rarity. Right. “Ready Rarity? Here I go?” He pushed forward in an unsure fashion, feeling a small amount of resistance as her ear tried to stop him from entering, but with his newfound dragon strength it wasn’t an issue at all. The pointed head of his cock ploughed forward without slowing in the slightest, sinking right down into her gray matter. Her ear canal was tight, gripping around his length firmly. Another groan of pleasure rolled from his lips, followed by a growl as he firmly took her horn in both of his hands. He firmly held her as his feral instincts finally started to take over. It felt good. This was good. He wanted more, and he was going to get more. Pushing his hips forward firmly, he sank right down into her core. She wasn’t staring up at him in a lustful, needy fashion now, her bright blue eyes suddenly flying wide as she realized just how much having a cock buried in your brain tended to scramble it. Her limbs began to kick and squirm softly as a garbled series of words that meant nothing to him. He held her by the horn firmly as a loud growl escaped his lips. This was it, this was everything that he could have wanted. He began to thrust back and forth firmly, but there was still something stopping him from sinking all the way into her. That wouldn’t stop him however. He kept a firm grip on her horn and pushed forward harder. Her eyes dilated and her tongue suddenly lolled out of her mouth as she thrashed about on the countertop, but he kept a firm hold on her, making sure that she didn’t fall off the edge or have an accident. He was going to flood her brain with cum. He was going to knock her fucking brain up! Of course, that didn’t make much sense, but he was still going to do his best, his primal instincts were telling him that he needed to knock something up, and even if it wasn’t physically possible it wouldn’t be enough to stop him from trying. He growled, arching his back slightly as he pushed forward hard. Rarity cried out in shock, her legs spreading as her snatch began to leak from the immense arousal she must have been feeling. It was good. Everything was good. Nothing was going to stop him. He held her horn firmly, then began to thrust back and forward hard. His hips smacked loudly against the side of her head, filling the air with lewd sounding smacking sounds. If anyone was outside the bathroom, it would almost sound like they were having normal sex. His member twitched softly inside of her ear, feeling her brain gripped firmly around his length. Spike loved it. Spike loved that it felt good, he tried to forget how he was fucking Rarity’s brain out. He had wanted to spend his life with her, but she had basically begged that he fuck her ear. If she wasn’t going to be his wife, he would make her into his cum rag. SMACK SMACK SMACK. Each lewd smack made her eyes dilate and fly into various pretty stupid expressions that only served to increase his arousal even further. He was going to flood her brain with his cum. He was going to absolutely ruin her. It was going to feel so good when he did. Rarity seemed to be greatly enjoying it, her snatch was leaking down the inside of her thighs and her legs were kicking against the air softly, eyes rolling back in her head as she wagged her tongue against the air. His thrusting got even faster, the loud smacking sounding out a tune against the air as he gave into his feral instincts with reckless ambition, fuelled by the need to knock her up, or at least do his best to knock her up. His cock was twitching desperately within the gray matter of her brain, already leaking pre, he could barely contain his orgasm, but he did his best to do so. He was going to flood her brain with his seed until it was coming out of her ears and eyes. Nothing was going to stop him. Gripping her even more firmly by the horn he began to thrust back and forth in an even more aggressive fashion, a series of lewd and wet sounding noises joining in with the repeated soft smacking sounds that were a constant at this point. Spike was leaking pre. His draconic cum was starting to trickle into her brain as he rapidly and readily approached the climax of a lifetime. But still, he didn’t want to do this. It had to be done however. There was no backing down now. Rarity seemed to have gotten everything she wanted out of it. Her eyes were half lidded and tears of pure pleasure were dripping down her cheeks as she thrust her hips wildly at the air,filled with a burning sense of arousal and a rapidly approaching climax no doubt. He was glad that she was having fun. He was certainly having fun, and the idea of flooding her brain with his potent draconic seed was going to be the most fun part of all. And then just like that, his climax was upon him. He let out a soft cry, and then he was lost in an endless sea of pleasure, eyes rolling back in his head as a fierce snarl rolled from his lips, followed by a small gout of flame before he threw his head back and let the feeling of the climax wash through him. His grip tightened even further, he hissed out in pleasure and then he was cumming. His hips thrust wildly as he snarled and snapped, before thick fertile ropes of his draconic cum were emptied right into the gray matter of her mind. It might have been the largest load that he had produced yet, so much at once that she began to cry tears of cum almost instantly, thick wads of his fertile seed dripping down her cheeks as she desperately used one of her hooves to rub against her fun button. She still had the mental capacity to masturbate it seemed. Her eyes were already rolled almost all the way back by this point due to the fact that she had a cock wedged in her brain, but her orgasm followed close behind it, her snatch squirting violently all over the counter top as she desperately bucked her hips. He was too lost in his own lust at this point, watching as his fertile load blasted from out of her nose and dripped from out of her other ear. It drenched and soaked her perfect mane and matted it down to the side of face and dripped down her cheeks in a lewd display that took her from looking like some kind of refined and high class mare to something closer to a common back alley whore, and not one of the expensive ones either. He wasn’t sure how long he spent with his eyes rolled back and his tongue lolling desperately out of his maw either, but his expression likely looked a lot more refined simply due to the fact that he was an eight foot tall dragon and that lent everything he did a certain air of seriousness. Rarity was a mess. He pulled his cock from out of her ear without much ceremony, then stared down at the fruits of his labor with a slightly satisfied smirk on his lips. He was feeling a lot better about this whole thing now that he had actually gone through with it. She looked a lot happier now that her head was empty and devoid of almost all thought. It made sense why she had wanted this, there was no need to worry about silly things like dress designs or the like now. The cum had washed all those worries right from out of her mind and replaced them with the only thing that mattered, being happy and doing her best to pleasure his cock. “How do you feel Rarity?” He asked, poking her gently with a finger. In response, she made a strange noise and wagged her tail from side to side. “I feell… I hear someone… Cumming.” She said, before sneezing, something that dislodged a large amount of cum right onto the side of the counter top and also managed to make Spike feel more than a little grossed out. He helped her to her hooves, trying to ignore the fact that her mane was now a complete mess, wrapped around her head in a vague approximation of a hairstyle that made him tingle in a strange way. It was very weird seeing someone that was normally so refined act like this, but not in a bad way. He’d use some of her bits to pay the bills, then put her with the rest of the mares so that they could be happy. Spike had basically everything he wanted, so why didn’t he feel happy?

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Spike Mindfucks His Friends

Spike, after mindfucking Twilight and then attempting to fix her with duct tape, finds himself thrust into a strange new world of mind fuckery in which he decides, or is forced to, mindfuck the rest of his friends.

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<p>Spike fucked Twilight's mind, and now he finds himself needing to do the same to all of his friends, either through choice or because he is forced to do so. This involves incredibly unrealistic anatomy in which he inserts his penis into the ears of his friend, or through their skull, and quite literally has sexual intercourse with their gray matter, something which they greatly enjoy. This is a work of fiction, please do not try this at home, you will die and it will hurt the whole time you are doing so. </p><p>A commission for anon, my commissions are open if you want one!</p>

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Spike wasn’t happy because he didn’t want to do this any more, sure the mares looked a lot happier now, sure Rarity had practically begged him to fuck her ear and sure he had basically everything he had ever wanted, but something was still missing. Something felt hollow, something felt like it didn’t fit here. He didn’t know what it was, but he had finally reached the point where he had decided enough was enough. He couldn’t do this any more. He wanted to be around mares who didn’t think that him fucking their brains was the hottest thing ever. He wanted to be around a normal pony. That was why he was heading deep into the Everfree forest. When he had been a small dragon, this place had terrified him, but he was older, bigger and meaner now, nothing much scared him any more. This was where the last of the main six was. Fluttershy. The kind yellow mare would be able to make him feel better by having a normal reaction to the situation. She would freak out and get angry at him, or maybe tell him that everything was going to be OK. He wasn’t sure, but anything had to be better then the reaction he had just gotten from Rarity that was now ironically living in his head rent free. Deep in the woods, there was a cottage. It was easy enough to find, because even if you forgot the directions, you could simply go where the birds and the wildlife were most abundant. The cottage was simple enough, the red door was the feature that stood out the most to him, and he marched his way up to it, before gently tapping his fist against it, not wanting to scare Fluttershy before he had even gotten into her home. The door slowly opened, and stood on the other side was the yellow pegasus with the rich green eyes that drove all the stallions crazy. Spike didn’t know what he was going to say. He really hadn’t expected things to end up like this, and he really didn’t want to end up scaring her or doing something stupid. “Hey Fluttershy, can I come in?” He asked, taking a step back as she stared up at his new form. He tried to lower his stance and make himself look less threatened, but after a moment Fluttershy’s face wasn’t twisted by fear, but instead by shock and awe. “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!” Suddenly Spike had been attacked by the pegasus suddenly getting uncomfortably close to him, poking and prodding at his body wildly as he tried to pull away. It didn’t work, she was relentless, her wings holding her off the ground as she poked and prodded him from every angle at once. “Hey! Hey! Hands off my body… I need to talk to you!” He tried to say, firmly setting himself forward and rooting himself against the ground. Fluttershy blew her yellow mane back out of her eye and stared up at him, that awe-filled expression locked onto her face so firmly that he was sure that it was a permanent part of her face now. “Oh! Come in then. I’ll put the kettle on!” And with that she was gone, flying into her house before he had a chance to say another word. After getting his bearings, he followed after her, pushing open the door into her house and stepping inside. He was not prepared for what he was about to see inside. The kettle was one, slowly warming up over the stove. Her home looked like an animal sanctuary of some kind, and lay across the couch was Fluttershy, trying her best to look confident and seductive. “Oh Spike, I’ve been waiting for you to become an adult dragon forever and ever…” She purred seductively, “What are you going to do to me, you big strong hunk you?” Spike tried his best to not comment, but internally he was screaming as he moved into her home and sat on the couch across from her. “I’m not going to do anything to you Fluttershy. Please stop sexually harassing me.” Fluttershy gave him a pouting expression. “Alright… I thought you’d be excited to have some adult fun now you’re all grown up… But I understand. How do you take your tea?” “Milk, no sugar. Thank you. I came to talk about our friends actually… I have some… Somewhat bad news.” Fluttershy flew her way over to the kettle, dropping the seductive look from her face and going back to looking somewhat worried about everything. “Ah… What’s the problem? Are they OK?” She squeaked, still waiting on the water boiling. Right. He had the problem of how to break this to her without shattering her heart, but by now he was pretty tired of all this. “Right… Well, I… We’ll wait until the tea is done and then we can talk about it…” Fluttershy nodded, and then they sat there awkwardly for several minutes waiting for the kettle to boil. It didn’t take too long, but every second felt like an eternity. Eventually the kettle began to boil, letting out a soft whistling noise as a stream of steam poured from the spout, wafting out into the kitchen as Fluttershy stared at him in a somewhat blank fashion. She went through the motions of making tea, but even as she did so he could feel an awe of unease filling the air. They were both well aware that the next conversation they were going to be having was going to be incredibly uncomfortable. Fluttershy set the tea down in front of him. It was in an old porcelain tea cup that looked incredibly delicate, and he was incredibly careful lifting it up, sipping softly at it. The tea was good, and he set the cup down into the saucer with a soft clack. Fluttershy was staring directly at him. Her eyes seemed to be judging him, trying to dig out his secret before he had a chance to say anything on it. Right, this was where things got difficult. “Right… So I… I don’t know how to say this, but I…. Well, I fucked the rest of our friends… In the ear… And scrambled their brains. And everyone seems to be acting like it’s the hottest thing in the world. It’s really starting to scare me…” He managed to keep his voice from wobbling. The yellow pegasus stared at him, her green eyes seeming to look… More than haunted. She set down the tea cup with a loud clack, then seemed to mull over the knowledge slowly. “So… You fucked all my friends?” Fluttershy suddenly sounded angry, and Spike barely mained to maintain his composure. He had been halfway through forming an apology, when Fluttershy suddenly spoke again, “And… You didn’t fuck me? And you told me off for hitting on you!” Spike’s heart stopped in his chest for a few moments, feeling like he was about to die. Those sea green eyes across from him suddenly seemed to be staring straight into his soul, wrapping an icy grip around his heart. The next time Fluttershy spoke, it didn’t seem to be with her voice. “You’re going to fuck me Mister. You’re going to fuck me like you fucked all my friends! I’m not going to take no for an answer any longer. I’m being assertive!” Suddenly, she dove off the couch towards him, and had his reaction time not been enhanced, he would not have been able to dive out of the way. The yellow mare impacted firmly with the couch next to him and he threw himself to the floor. Now his heart didn’t feel stopped. It was starting to beat fast as his thoughts wildly raced. Stupid crazy bitch. What had he done to deserve this? Climbing to his feet, he practically threw himself out the front door, back out into the forest. Run. That was the only thought his mind was screaming at him, and he agreed with it completely. His feet began to pound against the forest track, rapidly picking up speed, but Fluttershy seemed to be moving far faster then he had remembered her being able to move, and she seemed to be gaining on him! “No! You don’t understand, I fucked their heads and scrambled their brains, I didn’t just have sex with them!” “I want you to fuck my head and scramble my brain, why are you playing hard to get!” Right. Of course. He turned suddenly and threw himself through a thick layer of foliage to try and keep himself ahead of her. The branches and leaves dug at him, but they couldn’t get through his thick scales. Fluttershy was following swiftly after, also seeming unimpeded by the obstacles, though it did manage to slow her down. Where was he going to go? How was he going to get this crazy mare off of him? He didn’t know, but he needed to think of something. The mare dived at him again, and he had to violently throw himself aside to avoid allowing her to grab him again. The ground came up to greet him, and his claws dug against it as he shoved himself up. The option of fighting was there, but he didn’t want to hurt his friends if he could avoid it. But right now it seemed like it would be impossible to avoid it. With a soft growl, he rose and put up his guard, prepared for a fight. Unfortunately, he didn’t get into a fight. A bright yellow blur smacked into him like a cannonball and he was knocked off his feet in an instant, the air suddenly being knocked from out of his lungs. He hit the ground hard, and for a few moments he was stunned. With incredible strength, Fluttershy used her hooves to pin down his arms. Her strength was absolutely insane. This was crazy! And from the burning lust in her eyes, so was Fluttershy. “Get off me you crazy whorse!” He hissed, but Fluttershy simply laughed in response. “Is that what you said to them? To my friends?” She kept him pinned, tearing away his clothing and beginning to bury her face against his groin. He could have tried to fight, he could have dug his claws into her or taken her head off, but that didn’t seem right. Eventually she would wear herself out and he could get away, but for now there seemed to be nothing he could do. Up this close, he could smell the light scent of berries and other floral scents that came off the mare, and as she suddenly locked lips with him, he could feel the body heat coming off her as she firmly forced his mouth open, her long tongue suddenly snaking inside and beginning to explore around. Her tongue was warm, her breath was somewhat minty… And there was no fear in her heart at all in using him however she pleased. Her tongue was scraping fearlessly over his fangs and poking towards the back of his throat. She was sloppily kissing him without any regard for the fact he was a dragon that could tear her apart in an instant. The kiss was broken, and at this point Spike had lost the battle. Between his legs his spined member was slowly beginning to stiffen up, filling up with warm life blood and twitching to life as he let out a soft groan. “Please Fluttershy, I’m sorry! You don't have to do this.” He stated, But Fluttershy simply gave him a look that contained months worth of pent up lust. Her juices were dripping down the inside of her thighs, something that he was only aware of due to the fact that he could feel them splashing against his groin. Warm and slick. It got his member throbbing even harder than it ever had in his life, and Spike swallowed a lump in his throat. Fluttershy chuckled, “Oh Spike… You have no idea how long it is that I’ve wanted this. How much I’ve wanted to feel your dragon dick inside of me. I’m going to ride you like there’s no tomorrow, and then I’m going to use your dick to scramble my brain! I’m tired of everyone treating me like I’m made of glass or I can’t make choices on my own… I want this.” She pushed herself down against him, the lips of her fold winking around his dick, forcing him to bite down on his lip, “I … NEED this.” With that, she pushed back firmly against him, and he let out a soft cry as the head of his member suddenly sank into her. Fluttershy’s wings were erect at this point, sticking out to either side of her, filled with rich life blood, just like her snatch. Her clit was hot, and the inside of her snatch was like a furnace around the head of his cock. Slowly, she pushed herself down on his lap, and there was nothing more he could do then let out a loud groan and lie there. She was tight, hugging around his length so firmly it felt like she was squeezing his dick. His eyes focused on her as she began to slide down his dick, noting just how happy this made her look. She looked to be completely lost in pleasure. Already her legs were starting to quiver, and despite the fact that she had raped him, he couldn’t feel angry at her. He had fucked every single one of her friends, lusted after Rarity for years, and never given a straight response to any of the hints she had given. Practically teased her for years. Of course, that was no excuse for what she had done, and the moment he got his bearings around him fully, he used his immense newfound strength to stand himself up, pushing her against the ground so that he was stood above her, with her perfect yellow body facing upwards towards him and her flank raised, her hooves either side of his hips and his claws gripping firmly around her hooves. Bringing back one of those clawed hands, he swung it forth straight into her flank with a fairly considerable amount of force, a loud crack filling the air as his hand smacked firmly against the three butterflies that decorated her flank and left a bright crimson mark in its wake. She let out a sharp little yelp, and her snatch clenched even more firmly around him in response. He was back in control, and he wasn’t going to let it slip away again any time soon. “You want me to fuck you?” He growled, “Then I’m more than happy to do so!” With that, he pulled himself out of her, readjusting his grip so that each of his hands was firmly gripped onto a group of butterflies, either side of her body. “Oh yes Spike! Please, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this!” This was one of the stranger places that he had ever had sex. They weren’t even in a clearing, they were just in a group of trees, and he was just holding her down against the leaf laden and moss covered ground while absolutely going to town. Still, if she wanted it, he was prepared to give it to her. He pulled back and then slammed forward firmly, just trying to loosen her up for now. He had become more experienced in sex since the last few attempts. Hard and fast wasn’t how most mares liked it, but it was a good place to start to stretch them out a little when they had been naughty, properly put them in their place. Fluttershy let out a soft cry beneath him, her sea green eyes filled with the fires of lust that had practically driven her mad. Once he was done with this, he was going to have to empty all those sinful thoughts out of her mind and replace them with his cock. It was the only way, he could see that now. If these mares wanted him to fuck them so badly, then that was exactly what he was going to do! Digging his claws, gently, into her flank, he began to work himself into a smooth motion. Fluttershy didn’t seem to care what kind of motion he used as she was absolutely out of it, sprawled against the ground with her wings spread out behind her and her eyes wide with shock, lust, awe. He was going to fuck those thoughts out of her, plow her until her head went blank, ready to be filled up again. With a growl, the pace was set, his hips slamming firmly against her flank. The sound of his hips smacking against her flank echoed through the forest around them and made his claws curl against the soil. It also scared off several birds, leaving the forest around them decidedly silent besides the sounds of his hips slapping against her flank… And the admittedly rather whorish cries of the yellow pegasus beneath him. She wasn’t bothering to hold anything back at this point or act like this wasn’t exactly what she wanted. As a matter of fact, she was attempting to hug her hooves around his hips, and he was sure that had he not been firmly holding her flank, she would have them firmly wrapped around his hips, taking him for a ride. Her clit was rubbing against the underside of his cock, grinding firmly against each of his spines in a way that felt… Well, good. Fantastic. Everything about this situation felt like electricity along his back and every one of his nerve endings. He drove himself into her with incredible vigor, feeling her tighten and clench around his cock with every thrust, able to feel just how much she wanted him. He wanted her too. His own lust was rapidly expanding, giving in to his base instincts and deciding to fuck her with everything he had. His claws dug in more firmly then before, threatening to break skin, though he was careful to never actually do so. She was so fucking tight around his dick, her snatch gripping so firmly around him that it felt like she was trying to pull him back inside even as he tried to move his hips backwards. But it was also good. Why hadn’t he done this before? Well, she was a somewhat socially awkward beast that had always become unhealthily attached to him. But maybe that was what he had wanted all along. She certainly felt like she was attached to his cock at the moment, and her clit was desperately winking against his length, practically begging him to dump his fertile dragon cum straight into her womb. At this rate, he doubted that he had much choice in the matter. He was going to cum so fucking hard that he was going to flood her, and there was no way he was pulling out or slowing down with how good it felt. But no matter how good it felt to him, Fluttershy seemed to be enjoying it ten times more. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, her tongue was lolling out of her maw, and her legs seemed to spasm with each thrust. No. There was no way that he could hold back with how good she felt on his cock. He was going to cum, and he was going to cum hard. He softened his grip slightly, knowing that when his orgasm did hit, he was likely going to tense up, and he didn’t want to go sinking his claws into her perfectly plump flank. No matter how firm his thrusts seemed to get, her flank provided the perfect padding that he needed to go ham. There was no need to hold back. He snarled softly, his own tongue spilling from over his lips as he felt his climax drawing close. It was rapidly approaching now, there was nothing that could be done to stop it… His back arched firmly, his member shooting out a thick blob of pre with an ever excited throb, and he tried to keep his focus firm. “Hey Fluttershy? Ho… How you holding up?” He asked tentatively, unable to stop his voice from wobbling slightly from the waves of pleasure rolling through him. He was getting close to climax, his member throbbing and promising that it would fill his womb up without any mercy. His legs were shaking softly, and he had to dig his hind claws back against the ground, firmly rooting himself as he began to pump himself in and out of her like a piston. Her juices had absolutely soaked his groin, and he could feel her juices slowly cooling against the open air. The smell. The light musky smell of her juices. The floral scent of her body… It was so good. He was going to cum, and he didn’t hold himself back in the slightest. He was glad that he had rooted himself against the floor, because when his climax did hit, it hit hard. The forest around him melted away, his cock twitched desperately and then thick ropes of his fertile dragon seed shot from his length, absolutely flooding her insides with warmth as his claws tensed against her flank. Thick rope after thick rope of his fertile seed flooded her insides. She didn’t let out a graceful noise, the noise she let out was certainly something that nobody would expect would come from a small yellow pegasus like her. It was more like a wail that someone would expect coming from a banshee, throwing her head back against the ground as she pushed her hips backwards, clenching firmly against his cock as his seed flooded her womb. So much of his cum flooded inside of her that it began to backwash out of her, splattering onto his crotch and dripping down the inside of his thighs Fluttershy was screaming loudly and digging her hooves against the ground as she shook and quivered around his length. His heart was racing in his chest, his breathing was heavy, and it slowly gave way to incredibly buttery feelings, all the strength seeming to drain out of him. Fluttershy was laid back against the ground, looking completely melted. Her muzzle was coated in drool and her tongue was still laying against the side of her mouth. Spike slowly pulled himself out of her. There was a soft pop as his member slipped out of her. Thick cum dripped out of her snatch down the inside of her thighs. Now he needed to get it together. He was almost spent, but he still needed to mind fuck her. She had wanted this after all, and there was no backing out of it now. Gathering his strength, he stood up straight and gathered himself, before leaning down and grabbing Fluttershy’s head firmly, holding her in place as he used his free hand to rub up and down his member, trying to get himself nice and hard once again. “I am going to absolutely fuck your brain up now.” He said calmly. Fluttershy stared up at him and gave an eager nod. “Please Spike… I need it!” She said, tail swishing softly behind her. She still looked partly out of it, like she was still stuck on cloud nine from the intense orgasm that she had just experienced. Spike didn’t need to hear anything other then that. He was more than ready to fuck her like she was nothing more than a toy now. Something had once again been awoken within him, something that wouldn’t easily be quelled. Leaning down, he pulled the mare up to her hooves and pressed the head of his member firmly against her ear. Fluttershy let out a soft squeak as this happened, but didn’t seem fearful of what was about to happen in the slightest. If anything, she actually seemed excited about it, pushing against him firmly and trying to get him to penetrate her ear faster. Spike smiled, using one of his hands to firmly grasp her mane before pushing his hips forward, hard. With a soft pop, the head of his member slipped into her ear, which began to hug firmly around his cock. He still hadn’t been fully hard when this had happened, but the moment he felt her ear clench around his cock, that quickly changed and he rapidly found himself getting stiff once more, his cock filling with his warm life blood and standing to attention, seeming more than ready to get to work once again. He wasn’t going to hold back this time, and with a soft snarl he gripped both of his hands around the side of her face opposite to his cock and pushed forward hard. In an instant the head of his member began to slide inside of her, sinking through her ear canal and into her gray matter. He didn’t hold back his strength this time, causing Fluttershy to let out a loud cry of pain and ecstasy. His member was only bumping up against her gray matter for now, but he was about to change that. Pulling his hips back, he pumped them forward again, slamming into her gray matter firmly, before sinking his spined member into the fleshy mound of thoughts and memories. Fluttershy let out a loud whorish cry of approval as this happened, her hooves digging down against the forest track as her eyes rolled back in her head and most of the tension seemed to leave her body in an instant. It must have felt good. She must have absolutely loved it. Well, she better, because Spike wasn’t going to be holding back in the slightest. He pulled his hips back again, then slammed himself forward, working towards a smooth back and forth motion like he had done with her snatch, only this time it was her brain that he was pounding. She was a tough mare, she could take it. She had told him to do this after all, if she couldn’t handle it, that was hardly his fault. He kept pumping his hips back and forth, sinking deeper and deeper into her gray matter with every thrust. Fluttershy seemed to be loving it, although at this point she might have been completely beyond complaining, her eyes still rolled back in her head. It wasn’t possible to tell if she was enjoying this or not, but he wasn’t hearing any complaints, so he wasn’t going to be slowing or stopping any time soon. Unlike with the other mares, this time he didn’t hold back in the slightest. If these mares wanted him to fuck their brains so bad then he wasn’t going to deny them it. Fluttershy was shaking softly beneath him, her legs spreading wider as she drooled all over the floor. He kept pumping his hips back and forth, each thrust bringing him deeper inside of her mind, also seeming to send her to new heights of bliss as he did so. Although, it was impossible to tell what she was feeling. Her eyes were twitching and fluttering and she was letting out a series of soft groans and other noises, but at the same time she was leaking vaginal juices all over the floor. The noises that she was making didn’t sound anything like the kind of noises that an animal should be making, let alone a creature with the capacity for higher thought such as herself. He moaned softly, almost mocking her as he kept desperately pushing himself back and forth, deeper and deeper into the gray matter that was desperately hugging around his cock. It felt incredible, and as he began to plough himself into her head, her mind began to break around his length. It went from a solid mass of thoughts, feelings and all those wonderful things, to an unrecognizable pile of mush. Fluttershy seemed to love every single second of it, tears of pleasure rolling down her cheeks as she began to orgasm from the whorish feeling of having her mind scrambled. It must have been good. It was good for him, feeling her ear clenching so hungrily around his length was just incredible, and he could feel another orgasm slowly sneaking up on him, approaching rapidly, begging him to bury his cock deep inside of her and dump his load into her gray matter, so the two could mix together in perfect harmony. He groaned, snarling and snapping as his legs shook beneath him, green flames spilling from his maw as his orgasm rapidly approached. Beneath him, Fluttershy was screaming like a banshee or a whore, and his cock’s spines were really starting to dig into her mind. He was absolutely loving every single second of it. His cock twitched, throbbed and leaked, he was close, so close now. But he tried to hold off, pinning Fluttershy against a tree as he pushed forward with all his might, shoving the head of his cock out the other side of her ear. Fluttershy made a blubbering, gurgling noise as Spike dug his claws into the trunk of the tree, preparing to pump his load deep inside of her. “Fucking… Take it… You… Gray matter… Loving… Slut!” He hissed. The sentence didn’t really make sense, but that was OK because nothing likely made sense to Fluttershy at the moment. Every muscle in his body suddenly locked up and he snarled out, before his cock began to fire off his load. He kept himself standing using the trunk of the tree as he lost control of his body. He had to pull back, burying himself in her head so that his load didn’t just spray out of her ear. The thick rope of cum blasting from his cock filled his head as an incredible orgasm ripped through him. The cum filled up her head, rolling out of her tear ducts and then her nose, before finally spilling out of her other ear and dripping down the side of her neck. He let the mare crumple in a heap, her tongue spilling out of her maw, her eyes partly rolled back, and a shaky, full body orgasm still ripping through her. Spike felt the buttery feelings of his post-orgasm bliss rolling through him. With a soft grunt, he leaned down, using the yellow mare’s perfect pink mane to wipe off his cock, before patting her gently on the head. “You did very good Fluttershy… Thank you for that.” Fluttershy responded by dribbling cum down her chin, and Spike gave a soft laugh, leaning down to pick her up. “Come on, let's get you home… I am sure your friends will be missing you too, you brainless cock sluts…” And with that, Spike found peace in the fact that mares simply wouldn’t leave his cock alone, and he was content once more.

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Romance in Disguise

Princess Cadance hatches a daring plan to surprise her husband, Shining Armor, on Hearts and Hooves Day. However, when duty calls, she recruits her dear friend Twilight Sparkle to step into her regal shoes.

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<p>Princess Cadance, determined to make Hearts and Hooves Day special for her husband Shining Armor, finds herself torn between royal responsibilities and romantic aspirations. In a daring move, she enlists the help of Twilight Sparkle to take on her regal role. As Twilight navigates the intricacies of royal duties her brother decides to surprise his wife, too...</p><p><a href="/group/198529/incest-is-wincest/thread/531809/hearts-hooves-day-contest" rel="nofollow">Hearts and Hooves Day writing contest!</a></p>

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Cadance's heart fluttered with an anticipatory rhythm, each beat resonating with the excitement that bubbled within her. The idea of sweeping her husband, Shining Armor, off his hooves for Hearts and Hooves Day consumed her thoughts. A devious sparkle played in her lavender eyes as she meticulously formulated a plan that would leave him utterly enchanted. Yet, the weight of ruling the Crystal Empire bore down upon her regal shoulders, threatening to shatter her romantic aspirations. Unyielding in her commitment to love, Cadance resolved to navigate the intricate dance of duty and desire with audacity. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, ethereal glow across the Crystal Empire, Cadance set her sights on a vital accomplice for her romantic venture—Twilight Sparkle. The royal library, nestled within the castle, transformed into a haven of soft twilight hues as Cadance entered, her expression a delicate fusion of excitement and trepidation. "Twilight," she began, her voice a melodious cadence, "I need your assistance in orchestrating something special for Shining Armor on Hearts and Hooves Day. I aim to surprise him in a way that will etch this day into the tapestry of our love." Twilight, engrossed in the ancient spells chronicled within the pages of a weathered tome, looked up with an inquisitive gaze. "Of course, Cadance. What can I do to contribute to this enchanting endeavor?" Her curiosity ignited, Twilight's aura of magical prowess shimmered like a starlit constellation in the dimming library. Cadance cast Twilight a meaningful glance, her eyes reflecting the depth of her emotions. "You understand how much Shining means to me, don't you? I want this Hearts and Hooves Day to transcend the ordinary, but alas, duty shall tether me to the palace throughout the day. This is where you, my dear friend, become an integral part of my plan." Twilight's curiosity deepened, and she arched an inquisitive eyebrow. "What precisely do you need me to undertake, Cadance?" Leaning in with a conspiratorial air, Cadance lowered her voice to a hushed whisper. "I need you to assume my role at the palace, Twilight. Embody my appearance, navigate the royal affairs, and ensure the seamless orchestration of every detail. Shining Armor will be away on state matters, eliminating the risk of his presence. The most delightful aspect is that it will afford me the time to craft an enchanting surprise for him. What say you to this proposition?" Twilight hesitated, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty dancing across her features. "Cadance, I've never attempted anything of this magnitude. What if I make a mistake?" Cadance reassured her with a warm smile, extending a gentle hoof to rest on Twilight's shoulder. "Fear not, Twilight. You possess the capability to execute this flawlessly. I will impart all the necessary knowledge, and I have a magical trick that will seamlessly transform you into my likeness. The day's schedule is relatively uneventful, a couple of routine affairs. I anticipate everyone in the castle will try to not enlist me... your less in the run-up to the feast." Twilight sighed, the palpable conflict etched on her forehead in furrowed lines. "Alright, Cadance. I'll do it. I don't want to spoil your surprise for Shining. But you have to assure me that everything will proceed seamlessly." Cadance's eyes sparkled with gratitude, and she enveloped Twilight in a brief yet affectionate hug. "Thank you, Twilight. I promise, everything will unfold flawlessly. You're undertaking this for love, after all." Her words were accompanied by a warm, encouraging smile, a balm to ease some of Twilight's lingering anxiety. As the day of the grand switch approached, Cadance assumed the role of mentor in the intricate art of regal comportment. Within the opulent chambers of the Crystal Palace, Cadance patiently shepherded Twilight through the subtle nuances of her mannerisms, the graceful posture she maintained, and the delicate gestures that defined her royal presence. Twilight, an earnest and diligent pupil, absorbed every detail, resolute in her determination to convincingly step into the role of Princess Cadance. The mornimg sun bathed the room in a golden glow as Cadance gracefully stepped back, surveying her protegé with a discerning eye. "You're progressing wonderfully, Twilight. Even Shining won't harbor the slightest suspicion." Confidence resonated in Cadance's words, yet Twilight's nerves persisted. Fidgeting with the hem of the borrowed royal gown, she keenly felt the weight of the responsibility she had willingly shouldered. Approaching with a glint of mischief dancing in her eyes, Cadance announced, "And now, for the final touch." With a graceful flick of her horn, Cadance summoned a shimmering aura of magic that enveloped Twilight. The room itself seemed to sparkle, a testament to the magical transformation unfolding. As the magical energy enveloped her, Twilight experienced a peculiar sensation, a gentle tingle that seemed to dance along her skin. Colors swirled around her, merging and reshaping until she stood in the image of Princess Cadance. The room seemed to hold its breath, and when the magic finally settled, Twilight faced her reflection in a full-length mirror. Adorned in regal attire, Twilight gazed at the uncanny replica of Princess Cadance that stared back at her. The gown, a masterpiece of crystal-threaded fabric, clung to her form with an elegant grace. The jeweled tiara perched atop her mane sparkled in the ambient light, casting a radiant glow on her lavender coat. The transformation was nothing short of extraordinary, yet uncertainty lingered in Twilight's eyes as she beheld the royal visage before her. Twilight's eyes widened as she beheld her transformed self. "This is incredible, Cadance. I look just like you!" Cadance chuckled, the echo of magic still lingering in the air. "Magic has its marvels, doesn't it? Now, recall everything I imparted to you. Walk with confidence, speak with grace, and, most importantly, savor the entire experience." Despite the magical disguise, Twilight couldn't dispel the nervous flutter in her stomach. "I'll do my best, Cadance. But what if something goes awry?" Cadance, once more, offered reassurance. "Relax, Twilight. It's all in good fun. Besides, I'll be back before you know it." Her words held a calming cadence, a gentle reminder that this grand charade was crafted in the spirit of adventure. *** "You've got this," Twilight murmured to herself, the timbre of her voice a symphony of determination and apprehension. She drew in a deep breath, fortifying herself for the formidable challenge awaiting her. Adjusting the regal posture she had tirelessly practiced, she lifted her chin and stepped into the grand corridors of the Crystal Palace. The opulent surroundings seemed to react to her presence, the very walls echoing whispers of royalty and majesty. Twilight moved with measured steps, her hooves resonating against the immaculate, polished floors. She endeavored to emulate Cadance's regal grace, summoning every piece of advice and nuance garnered from her impromptu training sessions. As she traversed the palace, guards snapped to attention, rendering salutes, while courtiers bowed in deference. The weight of the crown felt unfamiliar upon her head, but she cradled it with practiced poise. Twilight navigated the intricate dance of palace life, a surreal sense enveloping her as she engaged with dignitaries and attended to matters of state. Despite the outward composure she projected, Twilight couldn't shake the persistent uncertainty shadowing her every move. The awareness that she stood on the precipice of a day cloaked in deception and grand gestures for her brother stirred a maelstrom of conflicting emotions within her. Yet, fueled by a resolute determination to fulfill her role to the zenith of her capabilities, Twilight pressed onward, anchoring herself in the hope that her efforts would transfigure Shining Armor's Hearts and Hooves Day into a truly magical affair. Twilight Sparkle, adorned in the guise of Princess Cadance, embarked on her day within the confines of the Crystal Palace with a mixture of grace and trepidation. The grandeur of the surroundings seemed to intensify with every step, the echoes of her hooves resounding through the opulent corridors. Her interactions with palace guards and courtiers carried an air of royal authority, a charade she managed with surprising finesse, given her initial uncertainty. As the day unfolded, Twilight navigated the labyrinthine intricacies of royal duties with an earnest commitment. Conversations with dignitaries flowed seamlessly, her practiced responses betraying none of the internal turmoil. Despite the outward poise, the crown atop her head bore the weight of an unspoken truth—a clandestine orchestration for love. Palace life unfolded like an intricately choreographed ballet, with Twilight executing each move with precision. Attendees of the routine events she participated in marveled at Princess Cadance's seemingly effortless grace, unaware of the clandestine switch that had transpired. Twilight found herself entwined in a delicate dance of deception. Yet, beneath the facade of regality, Twilight couldn't entirely shake the nagging sense of disquiet that accompanied her throughout the day. The moments of solitude allowed her a brief respite, a chance to reflect on the extraordinary lengths she had gone to in the name of her brother and his wife. As twilight descended upon the Crystal Empire, casting a soft glow across the palace, Twilight's heart resonated with a symphony of conflicting emotions—a crescendo of uncertainty, excitement, and a lingering hope that Shining Armor's Hearts and Hooves Day would indeed be magical. Unbeknownst to Twilight, Shining Armor, blissfully ignorant of the switch, was wholly committed to orchestrating an extraordinary Hearts and Hooves Day for his wife. With a glint of excitement in his eyes and a mischievous grin, he meticulously planned a day brimming with surprises and gestures aimed at alleviating Cadance's royal burdens. Determined to infuse perfection into every detail, Shining Armor sauntered through the palace halls, his thoughts consumed by the delightful treats and considerate gestures he had meticulously arranged. ** * Radiating warmth and joy, Shining Armor couldn't resist flashing a genuine smile at the passing palace staff. Playful banter with the guards elicited chuckles and appreciative nods, adding an air of camaraderie to his already exuberant demeanor. Meanwhile, as Twilight leisurely strolled through the palace, a sudden surprise struck her like a bolt of lightning. Shining Armor had returned early. Panic surged through her, and the once-confident facade wavered. Swiftly adjusting her tiara, her eyes widened with a blend of dread and uncertainty. Simultaneously, Shining Armor, driven by the singular goal of surprising his wife, caught sight of "Cadance" in the distance. His eyes ignited with joy, and he quickened his pace. "Cadance, there you are! I've been looking for you everywhere," he called out with an affectionate tone, closing the gap between them. The moment held the promise of a reunion, unaware of the intricate threads of deception woven into this Hearts and Hooves Day tale. Twilight's heart raced, a symphony of emotions playing beneath her practiced imitation of Cadance's radiant smile. "Shining, darling!" she exclaimed, a subtle undercurrent of nervousness threading through her words. "How delightful to see you. I've been immersed in some royal matters, you understand, don't you?" Shining Armor, oblivious to the nuanced differences that separated his wife from the imposter before him, chuckled warmly and playfully draped a hoof over Twilight's withers. "Always the diligent princess, my love. But today, I've decided to lend a hoof with your duties and, of course, spoil you a bit in anticipation of our special night." Twilight's eyes widened imperceptibly, panic intensifying beneath her composed exterior. "Oh, that's... very sweet of you, Shining. But there's truly no need. I've got everything well in hand," she stammered, her mind working frantically to maintain the illusion. Undeterred by her protest, Shining Armor winked playfully. "Nonsense, Cadance. A devoted husband always finds ways to make his wife's life a little easier. Now, let's dive in!" With that, he led her towards the heart of the palace, blissfully unaware of the intricate charade playing out under the guise of Hearts and Hooves Day surprises. Twilight trailed after Shining Armor, her smile strained as she endeavored to uphold the illusion while awkwardly navigating the labyrinth of her newfound predicament. In contrast, Shining appeared captivated by what he interpreted as a charming shyness in his wife. Twilight's attempts to deflect his attention only seemed to draw him closer. "You're unusually quiet today, Cadance," Shining observed, a teasing glint flickering in his eyes. "Is there something on your mind, my dear?" Caught off guard by his perceptive observation, Twilight stammered, "Oh, no, Shining. Just lost in thought, you know how it is with royal duties." She hoped the regal excuse would serve as a sufficient diversion, but Shining Armor merely chuckled. "Lost in thought, huh? Well, I must say, I find it rather endearing," he replied with a warm smile, his eyes lingering on Twilight in a way that made her uncomfortably aware of the situation. "I've always loved that about you, Cadance—the way you can be lost in your own world, even in the midst of the bustling palace." Beneath her magical disguise, Twilight blushed, a convergence of genuine awkwardness and the surreal absurdity of the situation causing her heart to race. Shining Armor's attention, typically reserved for his wife, intensified as he attempted to dispel her apparent shyness. The intricate dance of deception persisted, each step amplifying the complexity of Twilight's Hearts and Hooves Day masquerade. Gently, Shining Armor took Twilight's hoof in his, guiding her through the palace with an air of affectionate confidence. "You know, Cadance, I've been thinking. We should steal a moment for ourselves today. A quiet lunch, just the two of us. What do you say?" Flustered and cornered, Twilight fumbled for words. "Oh, um, Shining, that's really sweet, but with all the preparations for Hearts and Hooves Day..." She trailed off, the irony of her excuse hanging heavy in the air. Undeterred, Shining Armor flashed her a knowing smile. "Come on, Cadance. A little break won't hurt. I insist." His playful insistence only fueled Twilight's internal turmoil, the bizarre dance between deception and genuine affection weaving an intricate web around her. As they continued through the palace, Twilight's awkwardness became the unexpected centerpiece of the day. Shining Armor, drawn to the charming shyness he believed his wife possessed, showered her with even more attention—compliments, gentle touches, and subtle displays of affection that Twilight struggled to navigate. Desperation set in as Twilight silently wished for a timely interruption, a summons or a task that would allow her an escape from this increasingly uncomfortable situation. Yet, as if sensing the air of romance, the palace staff discreetly vanished, affording the couple an unexpected interlude of private space amidst the grandeur of the Crystal Palace. Shining Armor led Twilight to a secluded balcony adorned with twinkling fairy lights and an elegantly set table. The view stretched across the city, a tapestry of crystals beneath the sky. Shining Armor pulled out a chair for Twilight, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Cadance, my love, I thought we could have a quiet dinner here. Just the two of us." Twilight, still grappling with the uncharted territory of romantic gestures, hesitated before taking her seat. "Shining, this is... it's really lovely," she admitted, a genuine warmth breaking through her initial discomfort. As they settled into the intimate atmosphere, Shining Armor poured sparkling vine into delicate crystal glasses. "To us," he toasted, his eyes filled with affection. "To us," Twilight echoed, clinking her glass against his and drank it quickly. The awkwardness that had lingered earlier began to melt away, replaced by a surprising ease. Shining Armor, ever attuned to his wife's reactions, leaned in, a gentle smile on his face. "You seem more relaxed now, Cadance. Is everything alright?" Twilight, surprising herself with a genuine grin, nodded. "It's just... hard day, but I'm starting to enjoy it. You make it easy," she confessed, her eyes meeting his with a newfound sense of connection. Shining Armor chuckled, his hoof finding hers across the table. "I'm glad to hear that. I've always believed in stealing moments like these, moments that make everything else fade away." As the day progressed, Twilight found herself immersed in the delightful dance of shared laughter and tender exchanges. The magical ambience of the balcony, coupled with Shining Armor's genuine affection, created an unexpected enchantment. Shining Armor's eyes softened as he gazed at Twilight. "You know, Cadance, there's something about day. It feels different, special." Twilight, feeling a warmth spreading within her, replied, "It does, Shining. Maybe it's the magic of Hearts and Hooves Day." Shining Armor grinned, squeezing her hoof gently. "Maybe it is, my love. But I think it's also the magic we're creating together." As the lunch unfolded, Twilight embraced the role she found herself playing, relishing the romantic interlude. The discomfort that had initially accompanied the masquerade transformed into a genuine enjoyment, and she discovered a newfound appreciation for the intricacies of romance. It was just like those romance books where Twilight always imagined her brother in the place of the main character. Twilight, navigating the unfamiliar terrain of romantic gestures, found herself increasingly enchanted by Shining Armor's affectionate overtures. Though intended for his wife, the genuine warmth imbued in his whispered endearments and showers of compliments resonated with Twilight in ways she hadn't anticipated. Beneath her magical disguise, her cheeks would flush with a rosy hue, and an authentic smile would grace her lips, betraying the depth of emotion she had yet to explore. In the middle of their orchestrated lunch, Shining Armor presented Twilight with a single red rose—a symbol of love and passion. The soft petals and sweet fragrance stirred something within her, transcending the confines of mere impersonation. Twilight, an amateur in the intricacies of romance, began to savor the enchantment of the moment. "Cadance," Shining Armor murmured with a tender smile, "this day feels like a dream. It's as if time has slowed down just for us." Twilight, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty, replied, "It is a beautiful day, Shining. I'm grateful for these moments." As their charade continued, Twilight found herself drawn into the dance of shared affection. Shining Armor, holding her hoof gently, blurred the boundary between deception and authentic emotion. The distinction became less pronounced as Twilight allowed herself to be carried away by the romantic fantasy unfolding before her. As lunch concluded, Shining Armor guided Twilight to a quiet winter garden illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns. A distant violinist played a gentle melody, adding an ethereal touch to the ambiance. Seated on a stone bench, they continued their charade of a romantic couple, but the lines between performance and reality began to blur. Gazing at Twilight with a gentle intensity, Shining Armor confessed, "Cadance, there's something I've been meaning to tell you. Today has been truly magical. It's reminded me of the joy we find in simple moments, the ones we sometimes overlook in the rush of our duties." Feeling the weight of his words, Twilight nodded in agreement. "Yes, Shining. It's easy to lose sight of the simple joys amidst the responsibilities. Today has been a beautiful reminder." Shining Armor's gaze lingered on Twilight, a flicker of vulnerability shining in his eyes. "Cadance," he began, his voice a tender caress, "there's something I need to tell you." Twilight's heart skipped a beat, anticipation intertwining with newfound apprehension. "Yes, Shining?" Taking a deep breath, Shining Armor searched her eyes earnestly. " I can't shake the feeling that there's something different about you, about us, today. It's like I'm seeing you in a new light, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time." Twilight's pulse quickened, her mind racing as she grappled with the weight of his words. Could he possibly suspect the truth behind the masquerade? Or was this simply the unexpected resonance of their shared moment? "Shining," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, "I... I feel it too. This day, this moment, it's unlike anything I've experienced before. It's as if... as if we're discovering a side of ourselves we never knew existed." Encouraged by her response, Shining Armor leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips. Twilight, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture, felt a warmth spread through her—an unfamiliar yet enticing sensation that hinted at the complexity of emotions intertwining between them. The winter garden, illuminated by lanterns and the soft strains of a distant violin, became the backdrop for a moment of shared vulnerability and connection. As Shining Armor's lips met hers in a soft kiss, Twilight's world seemed to tilt on its axis. The warmth that had initially surprised her now enveloped her, and a whirlwind of conflicting emotions stirred within. Her heart raced, torn between the reality of the masquerade and the unexpectedly genuine connection she felt with Shining Armor. Yet, as Twilight gazed into his eyes, she couldn't escape the growing weight of guilt that threatened to overshadow the enchantment of the day. In the quiet winter garden, illuminated by lanterns and serenaded by the distant violinist, Twilight wrestled with her own turmoil. The line between the performance and the reality of her emotions blurred further, leaving her entangled in a web of longing and confusion. Shining Armor, unaware of the internal struggle unfolding within Twilight, continued to express his affection. He gently traced a hoof along her mane, their kisses deepening. His touch ignited a cascade of conflicting sensations within her. Twilight, grappling with her growing affection for her brother, tried to convince herself that no one would find out, that this was a one-time indulgence she deserved for the efforts put into making Hearts and Hooves Day special. As they shared more passionate kisses and tender touches, Twilight allowed herself to be carried away by the allure of the masquerade. The boundaries that usually held her back crumbled in the face of the illusion they had created. The winter garden witnessed the clandestine dance of two souls caught in a paradoxical web of deception and burgeoning affection, their connection unfolding in the shadows of an intricately woven charade. *** In the secluded tranquility of the palace's private chambers, Twilight and Shining Armor found themselves enveloped in an intimate embrace, their hearts pounding with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. The flickering candlelight cast a soft glow upon their entwined figures, illuminating the raw intensity of the emotions that pulsed between them. Shining Armor's lips brushed against Twilight's with a tender reverence, igniting a firestorm of longing within her. His touch sent shivers of anticipation cascading down her spine, a symphony of sensations that left her breathless and yearning for more. In the heat of the moment, Twilight allowed herself to lose control, to surrender to the overwhelming tide of desire that threatened to consume them both. Their kisses deepened, each caress a silent confession of the passion that burned between them. Twilight's heart raced with a fervor she had never known, her senses intoxicated by the heady rush of emotion that surged through her veins. In Shining Armor's arms, she found solace and exhilaration, a whirlwind of ecstasy that swept her away into a realm of unparalleled bliss. As their bodies melded together in a dance of longing and fulfillment, Twilight lost herself in the intoxicating embrace of her brother. Their kisses became a fervent symphony, a crescendo of desire that echoed through the chambers of their shared sanctuary. In that fleeting moment of passion, Twilight knew that she had surrendered to the irresistible allure of forbidden love. But amidst the fervor of their clandestine rendezvous, a lingering sense of guilt tugged at Twilight's conscience. She knew that their tryst was born of deception, a charade that threatened to unravel the fragile fabric of their familial bonds. Yet, in the throes of passion, her resolve wavered, overshadowed by the intoxicating allure of Shining Armor's embrace. And as they surrendered to the tempestuous embrace of their desires, Twilight knew that their illicit affair would forever be etched into the fabric of their shared history. The echoes of their stolen passion reverberated in the quiet aftermath, the air heavy with the scent of candles and the weight of unspoken truths. Twilight, caught in the intricate dance between ecstasy and remorse, gazed into Shining Armor's eyes. The intensity of their connection lingered, a silent acknowledgment of the uncharted territory they had ventured into. Shining Armor, his breath mingling with hers, traced a gentle path along her mane with a hoof. "Cadance," he whispered, his voice a tender murmur, "I never expected today to be like this. It's as if the world has shifted." Shining Armor, still captivated by the enchantment of the day, cupped Twilight's cheek. "Cadance, I've never felt closer to you. Today has been... extraordinary. As if we've discovered a side of our connection we never knew existed." *** In the aftermath of their clandestine encounters, Twilight found herself ensnared in the tight grip of guilt. The weight of her actions pressed upon her, casting a shadow over the memories of their stolen passion. Alone in her thoughts, she paced the room, her mind a battleground between the intoxication of forbidden love and the looming specter of betrayal. The flickering candlelight seemed to dance in tandem with Twilight's internal turmoil as she grappled with the consequences of her choices. Every stolen kiss, every shared moment with Shining Armor, etched a mark of guilt on her conscience. She questioned the morality of her actions, the boundaries she had crossed, and the deception that had woven its way into the fabric of her familial bonds. As she stood by the window, gazing out into the moonlit night, Twilight whispered to herself, "What have I done?" The words hung in the air, a desperate plea for absolution that remained unanswered. The weight of her secret bore down on her, threatening to unravel the carefully constructed facade of the day. In the silence of her private chambers, Twilight's internal dialogue played out like a tempestuous symphony. "I can't let this continue," she murmured, the conflict etched across her features. "I have to put an end to this charade before it spirals out of control." Yet, as the echoes of her self-reprimands lingered, Twilight couldn't bring herself to confess her transgressions. The fear of the consequences, the potential shattering of the trust between her and Cadance, held her back. She feared the repercussions that would accompany the revelation of the truth, the fallout that could irreparably damage the relationships she held dear. As she contemplated the path ahead, Twilight's resolve solidified in a reluctant decision. "I can't tell Cadance," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Not now, not ever. I need to protect her from the pain of my mistakes." The weight of her secret settled like a heavy cloak, and Twilight, with a heavy heart, made a conscious choice to maintain the facade for Cadance's sake. She buried her guilt beneath layers of composure, masking the internal turmoil that threatened to consume her. In the absence of absolution, she clung to the hope that her actions would remain hidden, shielding her loved ones from the consequences of her forbidden affair. As the day drew to a close, Twilight and Cadance met once again in the privacy of the palace chambers. The air was tinged with a sense of relief and weariness, the remnants of a day filled with deception and hidden desires. Twilight, adorned once more in her own form, forced a smile as she faced her unsuspecting sister-in-law. "Cadance," Twilight began, her voice tinged with forced cheerfulness, "I'm back, and everything went perfectly. Shining Armor didn't suspect a thing." Cadance, her eyes bright with anticipation, clasped her hooves together in excitement. "Oh, Twilight, I knew I could count on you! Thank you so much for helping me out today. I can't wait to surprise Shining with what I've planned." As they exchanged pleasantries, Twilight fought to maintain her composure, the weight of her secret pressing down on her like a heavy burden. With every word she spoke, every false smile she forced, the guilt gnawed at her conscience, threatening to consume her from within. Yet, despite the turmoil raging beneath the surface, Twilight made a conscious choice to bury her guilt and maintain the facade for Cadance's sake. She couldn't bring herself to shatter her sister-in-law's happiness, to tarnish the joy of her surprise for Shining Armor with the truth of their forbidden affair. As they bid each other farewell, Twilight felt a pang of sadness tugging at her heart. She knew that their shared secret would forever remain hidden, a silent testament to the complexities of love and deception. In the quiet solitude of her own thoughts, Twilight resolved to keep her encounters with Shining Armor as her little secret, knowing that it was best for everyone involved. And so, as the palace fell into the embrace of night, Twilight retreated to the confines of her own chamber, the weight of her secret heavy upon her shoulders. In the darkness, she whispered a silent prayer for forgiveness, hoping that someday, the truth would remain buried beneath the facade of the day. *** Months had passed since the enchanted Hearts and Hooves Day that had left Twilight grappling with the complexities of love and deception. Now, as spring blossomed across the Crystal Empire, a sense of renewal filled the air. Shining Armor, Twilight, and Cadance found themselves gathered once again for a dinner in the royal palace. As they sat around the table, sharing laughter and stories, Shining Armor couldn't resist the urge to revisit the mystery that had lingered since that fateful Hearts and Hooves Day. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he turned to Twilight and said, "Twilight, my dear sister, you still haven't told us who the lucky stallion is." Twilight's smile was enigmatic as she replied, "Oh, Shining, some secrets are best left untold. Rest assured, the father is a very worthy stallion." Cadance, sensing the playful banter between her husband and sister-in-law, interjected with a chuckle, "Oh, come now, Twilight. You can't leave us hanging like this." Twilight's smile widened as she leaned back in her chair. "I'm afraid it will remain a secret, Cadance. Some mysteries are meant to be cherished." Shining Armor laughed, raising his glass in a toast. "To secrets and mysteries, then! As long as you're happy, Twilight, that's all that matters." And so, amidst the warmth of companionship and the bonds of family, Twilight's secret remained safely guarded, a lingering reminder of the unexpected twists and turns that love could take. As they enjoyed their dinner together, the echoes of that unforgettable Hearts and Hooves Day served as a testament to the enduring mysteries of the heart.

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The babysitting incident

Princess Cadance is tasked with babysitting her boyfriends little sister, Twilight. She enlisted the help of her roommate, Sunset Shimmer. What could possibly go wrong?

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<p>Princess Cadance is tasked with babysitting her boyfriend's little sister, Twilight. She enlisted the help of her roommate, Sunset Shimmer. What could possibly go wrong?</p>

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2024-02-13T16:23:50+00:00

2024-02-15T23:40:52+00:00

Princess Cadance was in some slight trouble. Shinning Armor was out, training to be a royal guard and needed someone to look after his younger sister, Twilight Sparkle, as his parents were out of town. She had agreed to babysit her for him. It wasn’t until ten minutes later that she realized that she had no idea how take care of a young filly. With Twilight in tow, Cadence burst into a spacious bedroom. On one side of the bedroom, the walls were painted a pale pink and the carpet was a light magenta. The queen sized bed had a white bedsheet on with white and red pillows and duvet. The white vanity table in the corner had lots of makeup and jewelry sitting on it. The other half of the room, however, was a strong contrast. The walls were painted orange and the carpet was black. The double bed had a black bedsheet on with red and yellow pillows. The duvet was orange with what looked to be a cutie mark of a red and yellow sun in the middle. The side wall was almost entirely made out of bookcases, filled with books. In the corner of the room, a unicorn with red and yellow hair was seen, sitting at a desk, writing. She was seemingly unaware of the two intruders. “Ohhh Sunny...” Cadance sang, “I may or may not need your help with something.” “For the last time,” the unicorn groaned, “My name is Sunset Shimmer. Not Sunny or Shimmey or SunShim! It’s just Sunset or Sunset Shimmer. What do you even need help with, anyway?” Sunset turned around and noticed the purple filly standing behind the Princess. “Why do you have a foal with you?” “Well... You see...” “B-big brother said that s-she would babysit me” the young filly stammered. “Yeah... I promised Shining Armor that I would take care of little Twilight here.” “Ok... Do you even know how to take care of a young filly?” Sunset questioned. “Not exactly...” “Ok so you have no idea how to babysit a filly. What does this have to do with me?” Sunset asked. “Well, I was thinking" Cadance began. "So that's why I smell burning" Sunset interrupted, rolling her eyes. "Rude! Anyways, don’t you have you have a younger brother, Sunburst, whose about Twilights age?"Cadance inquired. "Yes... What does this have to do with him?" The orange unicorn asked, warily. "Great. So you know how to take care of a foal. You are going to help me babysit her!" Cadance said, gesturing towards the purple unicorn standing slightly behind her. "What! Why would I do that!?" Sunset asked incredulously," Don't you see that I'm working on something for Celestia?" "Y-you don't have to..." Twilight said quietly, "If I'm too much t-trouble, I can go to the library and stay there until big b-brother comes home. I am annoying, a-after all" With a light blue flash, Sunset had teleported besides Twilight. "Who told you that?" She demanded. "Oh... J-just the foals in my school. They don't want to be my friend because the only things I talk about are s-stupid things like magic. I'm not very good at it either so I don't know why I'm so o-obsessed with it. "Don't listen to anypony who says stuff like that. They're just jealous of your personality and good looks..." Sunset trailed off, looking at her bookcases filled with books. She lowered her head so Cadance couldn't hear her."Let me tell you a little secret. If they don't want to be your friend, that's fine. There are more important things in life, like school and success. Friends will only drag you down." Sunset lifted her head and turned to Cadance. "You know what, fine. I'll help you look after Twilight. But you have to help me finish the project once we finish babysitting her, got it?" "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Cadance exclaimed," You won't regret this." "I am regretting this a lot!" came a shout from a bedroom in Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns. Inside, there was an orange unicorn sitting in a chair. There was lipstick all over her muzzle, so much blush on her cheeks that it stained her fur and wouldn’t wash out for a week, green eyeshadow all over her eyelids, forehead, horn and mane and had pastel pink painted hooves. Needless to say, Sunset Shimmer was not very happy. “Why, don’t you like your new look, Sunny?” Cadance giggled. “Shut up, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza” Sunset growled. “I-if you don’t like it, we can t-take it off” Twilight said, sadly. “No, don’t take it off!” Sunset exclaimed, "I think that you have done an amazing job!” “Well, since we have six hours until Shining Armor comes back from training, how about we take the train to Manehattan. It could be a fun trip. What do you think? Sunset could show off her new look as well” Cadance suggested, winking at Sunset. Sunset was going to refuse but when she looked at the excited face that Twilight had, she found that she didn’t have the heart to say no. "Emm...sure, why not. But I think it's a bit unfair that only I get this amazing makeover. How about Twilight gives Cadance a makeover and I will check when the next train to Manehattan is.” “Yay! Come on, Cadance. Let’s get ready!” With that, Twilight nudged a spluttering Cadance over to the chair and started to apply orange eyeshadow to her horn. Sunset smirked at a still spluttering Cadance and with a flash, teleported away. Half an hour later, the three of them were waiting at the train station. Candace and Sunset were getting odd looks from everypony but one glare from Sunset had them looking away again. Cadance had orange eyeshadow on her horn, on her forehead, in her mane and in her tail. The eyeshadow dyed bits of her hair, permanently changing the white parts of her mane and tail yellow. She had green lipstick all over her muzzle and her hair was split into twenty plaits. Her hooves were painted brown, something Sunset found hilarious. “Tell me, Twilight", Sunset said, “Have you ever gone on a train before?” “N-no, I haven't. Is i-it fun?” Twilight questioned. “It’s a... unique experience. Personally, I think it’s quite fun. Especially when it reaches top speed” Sunset said. She turned to Cadance, who looked a little sick, and smirked ”Besides, I don’t think that you are the only one riding a train for the first time.” Cadance whipped around to glare at Sunset. ” How rude of you to assume that just because I’m Celestia’s niece, that I have never ridden a train before.” “Am I wrong, though?” Sunset asked, "Also, I never mentioned the fact that you are Celestia’s niece, did I?” “W-wait...” Twilight turned to look at Cadance, her expression one of awe and fear, “You're Celestia’s niece!?” Cadance looked at the young filly, who had begun shaking in fear “Oh dear, I guess I forgot to mention that. I hope that this doesn’t change things between us. I’m still Cadance, your brother’s girlfriend and your new babysitter. This fact doesn’t change who I am, does it?” Twilight seemed to calm down after hearing this “ I guess not.” Sunset and Twilight caught each others eye. They smirked and turned to face Cadance. “What are you two doing?” the pink alicorn inquired. “Cadance and Shining sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I...” “Oh for Celestia’s sake, be quiet!” Cadance interrupted, suddenly very thankful that she had so much makeup on her face.

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The babysitting incident

Princess Cadance is tasked with babysitting her boyfriends little sister, Twilight. She enlisted the help of her roommate, Sunset Shimmer. What could possibly go wrong?

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<p>Princess Cadance is tasked with babysitting her boyfriend's little sister, Twilight. She enlisted the help of her roommate, Sunset Shimmer. What could possibly go wrong?</p>

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2024-02-14T19:51:09+00:00

2024-02-14T19:51:09+00:00

Sunset Shimmer and Princess Cadance were sitting opposite each other in the train. They were in a private compartment and had an entire room to themselves. The seats were green and were facing opposite each other. Each one could hold two ponies in it. There was a brown table in between the to seats with three empty plates on it. The walls of the compartment were cream and the sliding door was brown. Sunset had bought a private compartment because she knew that she and Cadance would attract a lot of attention, both because Cadance was a princess and from the makeover a certain purple unicorn gave them. Twilight was looking excitedly out of the window at all of the towns and villages that they passed. She was excitedly asking questions about how the train worked without magic and Sunset was more than happy to let Cadance answer Twilight while she read her book. “Why is there smoke coming out of the of the chimney?” “Emmm, I don’t...” “How does it go so fast?” “Look, I’m not really an expert on...” “Why does it need a track to move?” “ I know! How about we all play a game of I Spy. That should be fun” Cadance suggested through gritted teeth, “ I’ll go first. I spy with my little eye, something beginning with “T”.” Twilight looked around, “Is it a... turtle?” “No,” Cadance answered, “Where do you see a turtle?” “I don’t,” Twilight replied happily, “Your turn Sunset.” Sunset looked up from her book “My turn for what?” “For I Spy, of course. It’s something beginning with “T”.” “Is it... the trees?” Cadance groaned. “This is going to be a long train ride” she muttered. After a very long game of I spy, Cadance and Sunset got off the train. They had almost missed their stop so they had to run to get out. The moment they stepped off, the train left the station. “Whew... It’s been a while since I ran so fast.” Cadance puffed, out of breath. “Well, not all of us have wings,” Sunset snapped, “I can’t shake the feeling that we have forgotten something, though.” “It’s probably from how quickly we got off the train” the pink alicorn reassured “ We didn’t bring anything with us anyway.” They continued walking towards the exit until Sunset stopped. “Oh horseapples, we forgot Twilight!!!” Twilight was having the time of her life. She had sneaked into the front of the train and was watching the driver levitate coal into a furnace. So far, nopony had noticed her. It was very interesting watching the ponies at work. She vaguely wondered if she should go and find Sunset and Cadance, but decided against it. After all, she wasn’t sure if she would get a chance to do research like this again. She stayed there for a while hidden in the shadows. “Hey you!” came a shout. Twilight whirled around to see a blue stallion with black hair looking down on her. “You're not allowed here! Where are your parents!?” Twilight turned and ran back into the train. She had to find Sunset and Cadance. They’d protect her, right? But the stallion was catching up to her. She needed to act fast. She darted into a nearby compartment and locked the door closed. Thankfully, the compartment was empty. She didn’t want to have to explain to anypony why she randomly locked herself into their compartment. To her absolute horror, she heard the lock jiggle and the door slid open, revealing the pony who had chased her down and the unicorn she was watching levitate the coal into the funace. “Was this the end?” She wondered “I’m going to be in so much trouble with Shining Armor when we get home.” Sunset and Cadance were looking around the station to see if Twilight had gotten off with them. So far, nopony had seen a young unicorn filly with purple skin and black,pink and purple hair. "Oh no, what am I going to tell Shining Armor?" Cadance asked, sounding close to tears. "That's your main concern!? What Shining Armour is going to think!?" Sunset shouted, incredulously, "Not the fact that there could be a young filly on a train heading to Celestia knows where!?" Sunset's shouting had drawn even more attention to them than their make-up did but neither one of them cared. Eventually, an old earth pony walked up to them. "Listen, the train is going towards the crystal mountains. You'll have to go fast if you want catch that train" "Thank you so much, ma'am," Cadance said. Cadance spread her wings and prepared to take flight. "Hold on," Sunset demanded "What about me? I can't fly, remember?" She looked at Cadance's wings and a look of jealousy briefly flashed on her face before she smirked. "Let me show you why I am Celestia's personal student" Sunset turned to the old mare. "How far away is the train station in the crystal mountains, give or take? And I'd greatly appreciate it if you could point out roughly where it is as well." The old mare pointed down the track. "I'd say it's about 80 miles away. It's straight down there. The track doesn't turn." "Thanks, ma'am" With that, Sunset dragged Cadance off the station platform and out of the station. "What are you doing!?"Cadence exclaimed. "I need an unpopulated place so that I won't accidently teleport some random pony with us," Sunset explained Her horn glowed blue and with a flash, they were at another train station. Sunset left a stunned Cadance standing in the middle of the platform and walked up to the conductor. "Excuse me, sir," Sunset asked the conductor, "when is the train from Manehattan going to get here?" "In about ten minutes, miss" the conductor replied. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know how fast the train is going, would you?" The conductor looked at her strangely, "The top speed of our trains is a 100 miles an hour." Sunset thanked the conductor and walked back over to Cadence. "Great, now I can teleport us onto the train and get Twilight... Why are you looking at me like that?" "H-how can you figure out where the train just from that information?" Cadance spluttered. "Math," Sunset replied before her horn glowed again and they teleported away. They arrived in the hall of the train with a blue flash. They fell through the air, limbs and wings flailing and landed with a crash. As Sunset was desperately trying to pull he hind quarters out from underneath Cadance, she saw a pony walk out of a compartment to investigate the noise. "Pardon me, but have you seen a purple unicorn filly around here?" She inquired "No! And keep the noise down, would you!?" the pony snapped angrily and slammed the door shut. "I still can't believe that you just did that," Cadance muttered, "We have to look for her. We have no time to lose!" Both Sunset and Cadance ran from compartment to compartment, yelling Twilight's name and getting odd looks from other passengers. Eventually, after five minutes, they burst into the dinner carriage. There, they found Twilight sitting at a table, eating ice-cream and talking to two stallions about trains. "Can they really go up to a 100 miles an hour?" "You can bet your right hoof they can." "Oh sweet Celestia, we found you Twilight" Cadence exclaimed "We were so worried about you. Where were you!?" "Don't worry ma'am, we found her in the train engine watching us" the blue stallion explained "She bolted after I confronted her. She's a speedy little thing, isn't she? Anyway, she ran into a empty compartment so me and my partner here started to check each one. When we found her, she explained that she was lost. We took her down to the dinner carriage, gave her some ice-cream and waited for you to come." "Thank you so much. Here, take some bits for your troubles," Sunset offered. "Thank you ma'am" the other stallion said, "Well, now that we know that she's safe, we better get back to work." With that, the two stallions got up out of the seats and left. "Am I in t-trouble?" Twilight asked. "No you're not, dear. If anything, we're sorry. We didn't check to see if you had come with us. How about you finish this ice-cream and we can forget that this ever happened, ok?" "Ok," the young unicorn said, happily. Once Twilight was finished eating, all three of them walked into an empty compartment. Sunset's horn glowed once more and with a flash, they were gone. They teleported to Manehattan and spent the rest of the day there. When they arrived back in the castle, it was nearly time for Twilight to go. Sunset and Cadance had bribed the purple unicorn into keeping quiet about the whole thing, including losing her on the train, with more ice-cream. Both Sunset and Cadance agreed to never talk about it again, in fear that Celestia would find out. Cadance had arranged with Shining Armour to meet him in the castle gardens. "Hi Shinning!" "Hi big brother!" "Hey Cadance," Shining Armour greeted, "Thanks again for agreeing to take care of Twilight here. I don't know what I'd do without you. I hope that she wasn't too much trouble?" "Oh she was no trouble at all," Cadence assured. Shinning Armour took a step towards Cadance and started to study her face. "I'm glad to hear that. But I must ask, what happened to your face!?"

DJ Axel

551433

Discord,Fluttershy,Misty,Opaline,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Human,Mystery,Romance,Sad,My Little Pony: A New Generation,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Profanity,Sex,Suicide / Self Harm,Violence

My Little Pony: Discord Through The Portal. A G5 spinoff fanfic

Discord, after his attempt to protect the unity crystals, gets sent to another universe by accident.

incomplete

<p>After Twilight recorded a message in The Unity Crystals, Opaline tried to take them and their power. In an attempt to save the crystals, Discord swipes them and flies away. As he tries to run away Opaline is able to catch up with him and tries to take the crystals. In the process, Discord falls through a mysterious portal and wakes up in a different human realm.</p>

mature

2024-02-13T03:05:02+00:00

2024-02-14T20:40:52+00:00

The story starts in canterlot castle’s throne room; we see Twilight, Celestia, Luna and Discord surrounding The Unity Crystals.  “-I’m with you…” Twilight just got done recording a message for The Unity Crystals. “There. Now whoever has The Unity Crystals in the future will know about Opaline and the growing  magic. Now we must separate and hide them before Opa-” She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence cause the door flew open and in came Opaline Arcana, The fire Alicorn. “Well... well… well… If it isn’t Twilight Sparkle and my old fillyhood “friends”, Celestia and Luna.” Opaline spots Discord, who is just standing there awkwardly. “And who are you?” Opaline asks. Discord dramatically gasps in disgust “I’m Discord, The lord of Chaos! What? Have you been living under a rock or something?” Discord then snaps his fingers making a giant bolder appear over Opaline’s head. It lands on her, crushing her.  “Huh… That was easy-” Luna starts to say before Opaline bursts the bolder into a million pieces with her magic. Opaline laughs and says “You really think it’d be THAT easy!?”. They all look at each other, Discord breaks the silence by saying: “To be honest… Yes.” Opaline growls and charges up her magic “I am NOT to be UNDERESTIMATED!” She screamed. Blasting a beam of magic at Discord, who snaps his fingers turning the beam of magic into ice cream. “Oh please” he chuckles “You’ll need to try harder than that!” Opaline is about to charge at Discord but notices Twilight holding the crystals. Discord notices that she’s spotted the crystals and swipes them out of Twilight hooves, puts them in his bag, and flies out the window. “I’ll keep the crystals safe! You take care of Opaline!” He shouts as he flies away. Opaline, filled with rage, tries to go after Discord but Twilight stops her. “I won’t let you have Equestria’s magic, Opaline!” Twilight yelled. “Neither will we!” Celestia and Luna chime in. As Discord is flying away with the crystals, an army of dragons start to chase him. Meanwhile: Celestia, Luna, and Twilight are fighting Opaline in the throne room. “I will obtain the power from the crystals! AND YOU CAN’T STOP ME!” Opaline screams as she blasts Celestia in the chest with magic. “CELESTIA!!” Both Luna and Twilight exclaim. Opaline laughs “This is what you get for never looking my way! For never realizing how powerful I am!” Luna holds Celestia in her arms, Celestia scoffs “What are you talking about?” Opaline tries to blast Celestia while she’s down but Twilight steps in, blocking her magic beam with her own. Twilight’s beam gets shorter and shorter as Opaline’s beam gets closer to destroying Twilight's horn. “TWILIGHT!” Celestia & Luna screams. Opaline laughs “Ha! You thought that could defeat me?!” “No… I was just stalling for time. Discord has probably already made it outside of Canterlot by now. I will ensure you don’t get your hooves on the crystals AND SO WILL HE!” Twilight exclaimed. Opaline grinds her teeth in anger. How could she have let that stupid draconequus escape with the crystals “DRAGONS, FIND THAT STUPID DRACONEQUUS AND BRING HIM TO ME NOW!” All of Opaline’s dragon army starts searching for Discord. Meanwhile:  Discord is still being chased by a group of dragons despite having left Canterlot. Suddenly he notices the group of dragons getting bigger, he starts to panic as it seems the whole army is now after him.  Discord snaps his fingers summoning a large swarm of bees to see if that’ll distract them. It only leaves some of them caught trying to fight off the swarm but most of them are still following him “I guess bees weren’t strong enough.” suddenly a lightbulb lights up over Discord’s head (literally). He snaps his fingers once again and a large butterfly net appears, he turns around and scoops up the dragons in the net. “Taakee… THIS!” he then swings the net and throws them back to Canterlot. Discord flies away but as he’s flying he hears something coming closer to him, specifically a voice, screaming in anger. He turns around to see Opaline charging right towards him. Opaline bucks Discord into the side of a mountain, revealing a secret cave, he loses grip of his bag. The crystals fall out of his bag and onto the floor of the cave. Discord crashes into the cave and lands under an archway, that looks like it could’ve been a portal of some sort. “Finally… The Unity Crystals, and the Prisbeam power… Is MIN-” Suddenly, Opaline gets cut off as Twilight, Luna and Celestia have finally caught up to her. “This stops now, Opaline!” Celestia yells as she charges forward to try and keep the crystals away from Opaline.  The three princesses and the evil queen are fighting over the crystals, as Discord gets up, he looks up to see 4 squares aligned to make one diamond. The squares start to glow a green color, and Discord tries to get away from the mysteriously glowing archway. Suddenly a portal opens, and everypony notices. Discord is trying to get away from the portal but it starts to suck him in. “DISCORD!” Twilight yells. “Don’t worry! I’ve got you!” She runs to Discord and grabs his paw, trying her best to keep her grip on him strong. “Twilight, don’t worry about me! The fate of Equestria is way more important!” he yells, shifting his eyes to The Unity Crystals. “But-” Twilight starts to speak but suddenly “DISCORD! NO!” Twilight yells as Discord gets sucked through this portal. Suddenly… everything is… quiet. Too quiet. Discord wakes up to find himself resting on a bed, with his head wrapped in bandages. “What… in Celestia’s name is…” he starts to question why he’s here but starts to look around the room. He then looks down at his body and realizes: “I’m not a draconequus anymore?!” He snaps his fingers to try and change back. Nothing happens. "Huh? That's odd." He snaps his fingers again... and nothing happens. Discord starts to panic a little, but suddenly, a girl with long light pink hair walks in. "Fluttershy...?" he whispers. End of chapter 1

DJ Axel

551433

Discord,Fluttershy,Misty,Opaline,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Human,Mystery,Romance,Sad,My Little Pony: A New Generation,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Profanity,Sex,Suicide / Self Harm,Violence

My Little Pony: Discord Through The Portal. A G5 spinoff fanfic

Discord, after his attempt to protect the unity crystals, gets sent to another universe by accident.

incomplete

<p>After Twilight recorded a message in The Unity Crystals, Opaline tried to take them and their power. In an attempt to save the crystals, Discord swipes them and flies away. As he tries to run away Opaline is able to catch up with him and tries to take the crystals. In the process, Discord falls through a mysterious portal and wakes up in a different human realm.</p>

mature

2024-02-16T19:55:32+00:00

2024-02-16T19:57:57+00:00

Picking up from where we left off:  A girl with long light pink hair walks into the room, she’s carrying a first aid kit.  “Fluttershy…?” Discord whispers under his breath.  “Hello, Sir. I’m Fiona Smith, I’m gonna help you get better! How are you feeling right now?” Discord was too stunned to speak. He sat there awkwardly looking around  “Sir? Can you not speak? Are you alright?” Fiona asks, looking very confused.  “Er… Where am I exactly?” Discord asks as he scratches his head.  “Oh! Uhm… you're in one of the Harmony bunkers. Specifically in our sick bay.” She pauses “But- I would like you to answer some questions for me, is that okay?” She sits on the side of the bed to get a better look at him.  “What’s the last thing you remember?” She asks.  “I…” It takes a minute for him to remember everything “I remember… I was trying to help get The Unity Crystals away from Opaline-” Discord gets cut off  “OPALINE?!” Fiona shouts, making Discord freeze. “Woops! I’m so sorry, please continue.” Discord sits there frozen for two more seconds.  “Suddenly, I was sucked into a portal and I woke up here.” He scratches his head again “This is so odd, and usually I like things when they’re odd but, not this…” He groans, sitting up.  “Oh, sir, please don’t scratch your head too much, I don’t want you causing any more damage to your head.” She grabs his hand and gently places it on the bed.  “Wha- Damage?” Discord asks.  “Oh! We found you on the outskirts of Canterlot city, you seemed to have fallen from somewhere. You had a small gash on the top of your head.”  After she says that, Discord sits there confused, trying to make sense of the situation.  “Oh! I’m in another dimension! That makes way more sense. That also could explain why my powers are gone… Hmmm..”  He sits there thinking to himself, not realizing everything he said was out loud. It left Fiona very confused.  “Other dimension?! Sir, who are you? Where are you from exactly?” After she asks that, Discord gets all excited and jumps off the bed, and proudly stands in front of her.  “I am Discord! The Lord of Chaos!” He puffs out his chest proudly “I’m from my own chaos dimension but I frequent Equestria”  He then flips his long white hair like a diva.  Fiona sits there with a concerned look on her face. “Maybe he does have brain damage…” she says quietly but Discord could still hear her. Discord pouts. “EXCUSE YOU! I don’t have brain damage, I’m a perfectly healthy draconequus.”  Suddenly Discord remembers he’s no longer a draconequus as he looks down at his body and then looks back up at Fiona  “Uhh… I mean… erm…” as he stumbles on his words, his face starts to turn a little red. Discord notices Fiona writing something in a notebook, she then stands up and puts her hand on Discord's shoulder  “You- uh… Lay back down. Take it easy” She starts to run away “I’ll be back!” she says as she leaves the room.  Discord stands there stunned and confused. He sits back down on the bed, fidgeting with his fingers waiting for her to come back.  He realized he’s wearing an outfit that isn’t exactly his taste. He’s wearing a blue T-Shirt, with a brown cropped jacket. Along with mismatched colored pants and boots.  “What the-” he starts to say until he looks up to see Fiona came back but brought a girl with short blue hair that has purple and pink highlights.  She pulls out a wand and what seems to be a spell book, she starts flipping through the pages. Discord tries to take a peek at the book but the girl notices and shifts her body so now he’s just staring at her back. He crosses his arms and pouts until she turns back around and starts waving her wand towards his head.  Discord sits there, looking extremely confused. She then moves her wand away from his head  “Hmmm…” the blue-haired girl then turns to Fiona and whispers to her.  Discord tries to lean in closer to hear.  “It’s gonna take a while for me to be able to see the memories.” She whispers.  “Oh! It’s like taking a photograph. I see… You have to wait for the photo to develop” Fiona whispers back to her.  Discord is tapping his foot in annoyance, he then starts to speak   “Can somepony PLEASE tell me what’s going on here?” The girls both look at him confused.  “Somepony?” Fiona questions.  He looks a little embarrassed.  “Uhhh… I’m guessing that's a custom from where you're from?” She asks, looking at Discord with an awkward smile.  “Yeah, it is.”  Discord says in a very frustrated, yet soft tone of voice.  Fiona whispers something to the other girl, the girl then rolls her eyes and starts to speak “I’m Tessa Spark, I apologize for not introducing myself when I first came in.”  Discord’s eyes widen.  “Like Twilight!” He says with a smile. The girls look at him with confusion. Discord stands up and starts looking at Tessa and starts seeing the resemblance.  “Yes! Of course you’d be Twilight! How did I not realize this sooner!”  Discord is completely lost in the fact that this is Twilights other worldly counterpart.  “You look like Twilight, you sound like Twilight, and-“ Discord gets cut off Tessa points the wand in his face with an annoyed expression. Discord backs away, falling back onto the bed.  “What- WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?” She yells, clearly upset. Discord sits there in shock, keeping his hands closed to his chest. Tessa calms herself, waving her wand again. She’s able to see Discord’s memories. Looking at Fiona’s notes and back at the memories. Discord can’t help but feel like this is a breach of privacy.  “Ya know, if you wanted to look inside my head you could’ve just asked.” He says playfully but clearly uncomfortable.  He snaps his fingers but, of course, nothing happens. He looks at his hand, annoyed. He keeps forgetting he has no power here. He looks up to see the spell displaying an embarrassing memory, he proceeds to wave his hand through the memory and it turns into mist.  “Whoops! My hand slipped!” He says while smiling nervously.  Tessa rolls her eyes “Well at least we know he isn’t lying.” She turns to him Fiona taps Tessa on the shoulder and whispers to her “Don’t you think that a ‘lord of chaos’ could be useful to our team?”  Tessa whispers back “Not when he’s powerless.” They both look back at him. Fiona whispers to Tessa again “But maybe he could have information on how to defeat Opaline.” She then looks at Discord and gave him a genuine smile.  Discord feels a shiver go down his spine seeing her smile at him so genuinely. He hadn’t seen fluttershy for a while, so it was nice to see even another version of her, show him the same kindness that his fluttershy does. Even if it is just something simple as a smile. He awkwardly smiles back. “What information could he provide us with?” Tessa asks. Fiona looks at Tessa than back at Discord. She thinks to herself for a minute, then she sits next to discord. “So, Discord. Could you tell us a bit about your Opaline, as in, the Opaline from your world?” She asks, smiling at him. “Well…” Discord pauses thinking to himself “I personally don’t know much about her, you’d have to ask Celestia or Luna if you want anything more personal.”  Discord pauses again but then he smirks saying:  “But in my humble opinion, she’s a pathetic waste of space Alicorn who uses her power for completely ridiculous reasons. ‘I’m nOt tO Be UnDereStImAted!’ I feel like I’ve heard that every time we’ve had an encounter. Somepony has problems” He says as he playfully nudges Fiona with his elbow.  Discord has no shame in making fun of Opaline. Especially considering she’s the reason he’s been separated from Fluttershy. Fiona kinda looks at him awkwardly and then looks at Tessa, maybe she’ll have something to say about that? “‘I’m not to be underestimated’? I wonder why she’d say that?” Tessa ponders.  “Look, I don’t know and I personally don’t care. She has some tie to Celestia and Luna or something. Being ‘fillyhood friends’” Discord groans and then stands up “Look, I have to get back to Equestria or Opaline is gonna take over and I would like to see my friends again. Especially Fluttershy!” Discord snaps his fingers.  “UGH! Right… I keep forgetting… no magic” Discord’s eyes widen “wait… no magic means…” Discord starts to panic “No magic means I can’t get home! What am I supposed to do?!” He starts hyperventilating. Fiona tries to get him to calm down, she puts her hand on his shoulder, reassuring him.  “Discord, Sir, It’s okay… Everything will be okay… we can help you find a way home, I promise!” Tessa then looks at Fiona surprised. She gently grabs her and pulls her aside. She whispers to her: “Fiona, we don’t know this guy-” She starts to say before Fiona interrupts  “Tessa, we just saw his memories not long ago! We know he’s not lying and he doesn’t know how to get home… The poor thing… Pleaaasee??” Fiona gives Tessa puppy eyes Tessa sighs, simply nodding her head ‘yes’ to Fiona. Fiona smiles and gives Tessa a big hug. She happily walks back to Discord. “Hey! How would you like to stay with us for the time being?” Fiona says with a big smile Discord smiles awkwardly, he’s happy they want to help but he doesn’t want to grow attached, also with the fact that he needs to get back and help protect The Unity Crystals. But… at the same time… He doesn’t exactly have anywhere to go. Maybe staying with them is the best thing to do right now. He sighs “That’d be… nice. Thank you, Fl-” He almost says Fluttershy, he stops himself “Fiona…” He smiles Fiona takes Discord by the hand leading him out of the sick bay, he jumps a little, surprised she grabbed his hand. He looks around, the middle of the room has a giant glowing pillar. Looking around the rest of the bunker and sees multiple doors, specifically 5 on each side of the large room. Fiona leads him to a specific door, it has the names: Tessa Spark, Fiona Smith, Raine Dashing, Alexis Jackson, Regina Gem and, Penelope Pie written on a sign on the door.  She opens the door revealing a hallway, she leads him down the hallway and the first batch of doors all have names on them. Names of the people listed on the front door.  “Could those be their bedrooms?” He thinks to himself. They stop at a doorway labeled: Library. As Fiona opens the door, Discord peeks in and sees a large library. Along with other girls, one with bright pink curly hair, a girl with deep purple hair, a blonde girl with braids and a brown hat, and a girl with rainbow hair. All the girls turn to see who walked into the room. “Hey! Look! It’s the injured guy! HELLO!” The pink girl yelled, she’s seems very hyper… kinda like… “Pinkie?” Discord says He immediately covers his mouth, realizing how stupid he probably sounds to everyone in the room, especially with the lack of context.  The pink girl looks at him confused but brushes it off. “HI! I’m Penelope! Penelope Pie!” She then holds out her hand to shake his. Discord hesitantly goes to shake her hand. She shakes his hand rather violently, only because she’s excited. But it leaves Discord in a daze. If he still had his chaos magic there’d be birds flying around his head, he’s so dizzy.  “Penelope be gentle with him! He has a head injury remember?!” Fiona yells, walking discord towards a chair to sit him down so he can recover.  “Whoopsies!” She happily says. “Sorry about that, Mr….?” She’s asking for his name. Discord snaps out of his daze and looks at her “My name is…” he tries to say but he still needs a minute. “There ya go, Penelope! You made it worse!” The girl with rainbow hair yelled. “I SAID SORRY :( “ Penelope starts to frown. “Ugh…” Discord recovers from his daze and stands up. “I’m Discord, The Lord of Chaos.” He says dramatically The girls all look at him and burst into laughter, except for Fiona and Tessa. “Hah! You sure this guy doesn’t have brain damage or something?” The rainbow haired girl laughs. “Raine! Be nice! And-” Fiona gets cut off, Tessa chimes in “He’s serious, girls and… he isn’t lying either. I’ve checked his memories.” She said with a serious face. The girls stop laughing and the room falls silent. They look at Tessa then look back at Discord, stunned. “Which I felt was a breach of privacy, I mean… you could’ve just asked to look inside my head. I would’ve allowed it.” He says crossing his arms The girls all look like they saw a ghost, the rainbow hair girl runs up to him. “YOU’RE FUCKING GOD?!?!” The rainbow hair girls screams in Discord’s face Discord sits the frozen. His eyes are wide and he’s leaning back cause she’s in his face. “Yeesss…” He says hesitantly but then, all of the sudden, he gets really confident. A smug smile appears on his face “Why, yes, I am a God. Thank you for noticing.” He says Tessa rolls her eyes, and says “Yeah, but you’re powerless at the moment.” Discord turns his head to look at Tessa “Do you mind?” Discord says, looking at her annoyed. Tessa rolls her eyes. The rainbow-haired girls excitement turns to disappointment, she sighs, crossing her arms. The blonde girl walks up to Discord “Powerless? What do you mean powerless, sugarcube?” She questions. “After I woke up from my unconsciousness, i tried using my magic, to find out it’s gone.” Discord shrugs “That sounds awful, I’m sorry sugarcube… OH! I never introduced myself.” She goes to shake discords hand “I’m Alexis Jackson, it’s nice meetin’ you” she says with a smile.  Discord shakes her hand. He notices her resemblance to Applejack with her speech and appearance. He doesn’t say anything though, he’d rather not look stupid. Suddenly the purple-haired girls walks up to him as well “Hello, Darling. I’m Regina Gem” she shakes his hand, noticing his clothes. “Oh what a- uhm flattering.. ahem outfit…” she says hesitantly. Fiona is about to tell Regina that was rude but Discord chimes in before she can even say anything “Don’t worry, I wouldn't have chosen this outfit either. I don’t exactly know where it came from.” He says with confusion.  “Guess I should introduce myself too” the rainbow-haired girl said, putting her hands behind her head “Sup, I’m Raine Dashing. But I like to be called Dash. It just sounds cooler!” She says proudly  Discord looks around the room at all the girls. Seeing the resemblance of all his friends in them, his face starts to look sad. He’s been separated from his friends for so long. Well… except for Twilight, he’s stayed by her side since Opaline started attacking Equestria. He shakes his head, what luck, he ends up with other worldly counterparts of his friends. Fiona gets all the girls attention: "Everyone, Discord is gonna be staying with us for awhile. Also, we're going to help him find a way home, since he's powerless" "Yeah I think we got that last part, Fiona." Raine says, annoyed. "No offense, dude. But being a God with no power, doesn't exactly make you a God anymore, does it? Like- ISN'T THAT THE WHOLE POINT? For the cooolll powers..." Discord looks annoyed, he's been constantly reminded about the fact that he's now powerless and can't take it anymore. Fiona notices Discord's sour expression and taps him on the shoulder: "Are you okay?" She asks in a soft tone of voice. Discord's expression softens. She sounds just like Fluttershy... He turns to her, but unsure of what to say. If anything, he feels overwhelmed. "I'd like to be alone..." he says softly He looks down, he's mind is swarming with so many different thoughts. It's overstimulating. "Oh... Okay..." Fiona gently grabs his arm and leads him to a guest room. It's the last door in the hallway right before the ilbrary. No name on the door. "If you need anything, just.. uhm... come and get me." She starts to leave but before she does, she turns back around looks at Discord, who had just sat down on the bed. "Are you okay, Sir?" Discord cringes, hearing her call him 'Sir' again. It makes him feel normal... he doesn't like that. As he slowly lays down on the bed, he opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. So he just sits there instead. Fiona leaves the room and shuts the door behind her. All these thoughts are swarming in his head, Twilight's horn was broken when she tried to save him from getting sucked into the portal.... What could've happened? Is she gonna be okay? Is Equestria going to be okay? What about Celestia and Luna... and... Fluttershy... And the others of course. But he can't get his mind off of Fluttershy. He just hopes that he's able to get back home soon and defeat Opaline... Suddenly his eyes start to feel heavy, they slowly close shut. Discord falls asleep Hopefully... things will get better... End of Chapter 2

RunicTreetops

551442

Anon,Princess Cadance,Alternate Universe,Human,Comedy,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Priority Shipping

Cadance has a special little hobby that is, admittedly, not very surprising. Today, she decided to rope Anon into it, too. This can only go well.

complete

<p>This story takes place in an AU where Cadance and Shining Armor never got together. The world is otherwise unchanged.</p><hr/><p>The &quot;Princess of Love&quot; has many duties. Ruling over the Crystal Empire is, of course, her top priority, but she also oversees all matters relating to love.</p><p>...Well, that's a bit of a lie. While she is gifted in love magic, she rarely uses it. Love isn't something to be played with, after all. Still, that won't stop her from enjoying her super-secret hobby that absolutely no one is allowed to know about.</p><p>Except Anon. She likes him.</p><hr/><p>Day #7 of Hearts and Hands Week.</p>

everyone

2024-02-14T00:48:40+00:00

2024-02-14T00:48:39+00:00

“You called, Cadance?” “Oh, Anon! Just the man I wanted to see! Come in, come in!” Anon smiles as he steps into the small, dimly lit room. The walls of the castle towering over the middle of the Crystal Empire are, fittingly, made of crystal. As a result, even though the study is lit only by a fireplace and a few scattered candles, said light bounces off of the walls and bathes the room in all manner of beautiful, dancing colors. The room itself is quite cozy. It’s mostly circular, with several bookshelves built into the crystalline walls. A big, fuzzy rug covers most of the floor, and on the opposite side of the room from the entrance, a grand fireplace crackles with a gentle fire. Said fire provides a comfortable warmth to the room, which is a useful feature to have during one of the colder months of the year in one of the coldest places in Equestria. Near the fireplace, a small, wooden coffee table sits not far off of the ground. On the side closest to the entrance, two large, comfortable-looking, well-cushioned chairs face the fire, with Princess Cadance sitting in one with an excited grin on her face. “I’m surprised you’re here of all places. Isn’t Hearts and Hooves Day tomorrow?” “It is!” “Then doesn’t the ‘Princess of Love’ have things to be taking care of?” Anon raises an eyebrow, but the smile doesn’t leave his face as he takes a seat in the vacant chair. “Tsk. That title doesn’t mean anything and you know it, Nonny.” Cadance leans back in her own chair as her horn begins to glow, at which point Anon notices a small tea set resting on the coffee table. Two cups lift from the small tray, with Cadance using her magic to take a sip from one and levitating the other towards her human friend, who gently grabs the cup and takes a sip as well. “Sure, I can do love magic better than most, but it’s not like I use it all that often.” Anon doesn’t reply for a moment, instead savoring the delicious taste of tea brewed by the Crystal Castle staff. That’s not a luxury many get to enjoy. “Alright, then what are you doing?” A sly grin spreads across her face as her horn glows yet again. Anon hears the clicking of the door behind them being locked, and he glances around the room as the walls briefly give off a dim blue glow. “What we discuss here tonight is not to leave this room. I have soundproofed it, and I have made sure that nopony will bother us.” “Uhh… okay?” Anon scratches the back of his head, looking much more confused than concerned. “You sure you want to entrust a secret like that to me? I’m not exactly popular around these parts.” “Hmhm. You say that like you don’t know more of my secrets than Celestia.” Anon lets out a single chuckle. She’s totally right. Ever since he woke up in Canterlot as a scared, confused child all those years ago and attracted the attention of the not-yet-a-princess Cadance, the two of them have been joined at the hip. She even took him on as an advisor after becoming the ruler of the Crystal Empire. “Besides, I’m not just sharing for the sake of sharing. It’s got to do with you, too.” “Oh? Well, consider me interested. What does the glorious Princess Cadance want with little ol’ Anon?” “I,” she excitedly starts as she levitates some paper and a quill towards Anon, “want you to take part in my secret hobby.” “Oh?” Anon sets his tea down as he grabs the paper and quill, immediately noticing that the paper is blank. “I take it you’re not about to ask me to draw a picture.” “Hmhm, no. You see, even though I don’t have any actual duties for Hearts and Hooves Day, I do still love the holiday.” “Princess of Love and all that.” She sighs while feigning annoyance, unable to hide her amused smile. “Sure. Anyway, I like to play a little game the night before.” Her horn lights up once again, but it’s much brighter this time around. Anon looks down to see a number of translucent figures made of magic on the coffee table, each one a pony that’s standing perfectly still. He leans forward, narrowing his eyes as he recognizes one of them. “Is that… Glamour Gleam?” “It is!” Cadance claps her hooves together excitedly, and Anon decides to not mention how cute she is when she does. “We’re going to take part in the age-old ritual of shipping.” “...Shipping?” “Yes!” “Like… pretending two fictional characters are romantically involved with each other?” “Exactly! But instead of fictional characters, we’re shipping my subjects!” Anon blinks. “Cadance?” “Hm?” “Do you want my honest opinion?” “Oh, Nonny, you know I always value your thoughts.” “Okay, well, this sounds like the weirdest and creepiest thing you’ve ever done.” “Come onnnnnnnn~!” Cadance leans forward, using her magic to scoot her chair closer to Anon’s. Much closer. So much so that she doesn’t stop until the chairs are touching and her face is mere inches from his own. She looks at him with big puppy-dog eyes that are wholly unbecoming of a princess. But they both know they’re Anon’s biggest weakness. He returns her stare for a moment before finally breaking eye contact. Whether his cheeks are going red because of her or because of his proximity to the fireplace is up in the air. At least, that’s what he hopes. With a huff, he resituates himself in his chair. “Ugh. Fine.” “Yay!” Cadance leans back into her own seat and begins writing, occasionally looking up from her paper to glance at the figures on the table and adjusting them into pairs. “...Wh-what exactly am I supposed to be doing?” “Shipping! I thought that was obvious.” Anon narrows his eyes as if to say “really?” “...Look, all you have to do is write two names next to each other. Put an ‘x’ or a slash between them or something. That means you think those two will get together tomorrow!” “W-wait, ‘think?’ Not ‘want?’” “Oh, Nonny. We can’t control ponies’ love lives, but we can guess who’s gonna get asked out by who tomorrow!” “Oooooooohhhhhhh. That makes a lot more sense.” “What did you think I meant?” “Voyeu–” “Nonny!” Cadance playfully hits him in the shoulder, causing him to realize that she’s not wearing her typical regalia. He also briefly eyes her figure, making a mental note of how beautiful his best friend has become. “Look, are you gonna play or not?” “...Hehe. Sure. Give me a few minutes.” “Good! Heck, we can even make this a competition!” “How so?” “One point for each couple you get right tomorrow. The winner takes the loser out for dinner!” “I thought we were already going out for dinner? You know, our annual ‘single together’ dinner?” “Sure, but now I can make you take me somewhere expensive!” “With the paycheck you give me?” “Are you in or not?” Anon looks her up and down. She wears a cocky smile, which makes him want to prove her wrong oh so badly. She has him wrapped around her hoof. “Alright, fine. But don’t be mad when I win.” “We’ll see~!” “Alright, done.” After about fifteen minutes of intense thinking and relative silence, both parties have completely filled up their list of ships. Cadance’s horn glows again, and with a flash, the figures on the table disappear. Anon takes the opportunity to refill his cup. “So, wanna compare notes?” “I guess it’d be hard to verify that neither of us are cheating otherwise, right?” Cadance stands from her seat and smiles at Anon. He sighs before moving over in his chair, giving her enough room to gleefully hop into the space next to him. It’s a tight fit, as the chair isn’t that big, but neither are bothered by it. Anon can feel his cheeks reddening again, though. “Let’s see… yeah, I shipped them too. I had that pair, too. Bright Smile with… yeah, that was my pick.” Cadance narrows her eyes. “Wait a minute.” “Something wrong?” “Nonny, we have the same lists.” “We do?” Anon narrows his eyes as well before grabbing the papers. “Give me those.” His eyes dart across the two lists. The names aren’t in the same order, but the pairings sure do seem to be identical across the board. “What are the odds of that?!” “G-great minds think alike, right?” Anon’s eyes briefly stop. He knows he just heard her stutter. That's… very unlike her. Deciding not to bring it up, he continues reading. Those are the same, those are the same… heck, they even both predicted that Glint would stay single. “Yeah, these sure do look the… same…” Anon trails off as his eyes find their way to the bottom of both lists. While they seemed identical at first, that isn’t exactly true, as Cadance’s appears to have one more pairing than his does. Right there at the very bottom of her page are two names that he didn’t write down whatsoever, as he didn’t think they were options in the game. “...” Cadance clears her throat, but says nothing. There, in small letters at the bottom of her page, are the names “Nonny/Cadance.” “...N-nice one, Cadance.” Anon forces a smile as he rubs the back of his head. “You really got me!” “G-got you?” “You really threw me off of my game with that one! Getting a free point because you already knew we were going out to dinner, eh? That’s a pretty cheap trick!” “...” “...Cadance?” She attempts to clear her throat once again, but struggles while doing so. “I, uh… I don’t think just going to dinner counts as a ship.” “So you think that… that the two of us are gonna…” “...” Cadance looks away, her face as red as can be. Small beads of sweat form on her brow. Anon can feel his own cheeks heating up again. He’s at a loss for words, but the sight of Cadance turning away from him with such an embarrassed, dejected look on her face makes his feet run cold. “Cadance?” “I…” She wants to say something. She’s desperate to say something. She’s never wanted to speak so badly in her entire life, but the words just won’t leave her mouth. “Um…” For a while, neither of them say anything. Instead, they both focus on literally anything else in the room they can find as their faces only continue to become more flushed. Finally, Anon breaks the silence. “You know, I, uh…” His voice cracks numerous times, and to call it shaky would be an understatement. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.” “H-huh?” “Like… when I was lost and confused, you actually listened to me. You cared about me. You wanted to be my friend.” He takes a deep breath in an effort to calm himself down before continuing. “You kept supporting me, even when everypony else thought I was gross. Then you became a princess, and you… you never abandoned me. You kept me right there by your side.” Finally, Anon turns to look at her, though she does not do the same. “Thank you.” “I-it’s the least I could do, really,” she mumbles. “I got the better end of that deal, anyway. Nopony realizes how amazing you are. They don’t know how much they’re missing out on. I get you all to myself, now.” “...And you want that to be permanent, right?” Those words finally prompt her to face him, her wide eyes locking onto his own. They both look as flushed and nervous as can be, but they’re also both trying to work through it regardless. It takes everything in Anon’s power to not get lost in those beautiful eyes of hers. “That’s, er… that’s what shipping is, right?” “...Y-yeah.” Slowly, and with the gentleness of a mother holding her newborn foal, Anon takes one of her hooves in both hands, never looking away from her eyes. “Well… w-would you like to maybe… make your ship a reality?” As he says those words, he feels a weight lift from his chest. It wasn’t until this very moment that he realized how long he’s been wanting to make his feelings known. And if the warm tears beginning to form in Cadance’s eyes are anything to go by, she feels similar. “I’d like that very much, Nonny.” Keeping one hand on her hoof, Anon wraps his other arm around her. She eagerly returns the favor, immediately embracing him as tightly as she can. She wraps her multi-hued wings around him, enveloping him in a warm blanket of love. They remain like that for a few long, quiet moments before Anon speaks up again. “You know what?” “Hm?” “Now that it’s out in the open, I feel kinda stupid for not saying something sooner.” Cadance lets out a chuckle, but it’s more out of relief than anything. “I won’t act like I haven’t been extremely nervous to make my feelings known either, but you did miss every single one of my signals.” “Hey, you’re the Princess of Love, not me.” “Oh, shut it.” The pair shares a laugh before falling silent for a few more seconds. “...I love you, Cadance. I’m sorry for not showing that sooner.” “I love you too, Nonny. And trust me, I’m just as guilty.” Both parties slowly begin to part, taking the opportunity to lock eyes yet again. It isn’t long before they’re leaning in close, closing their eyes as they allow their lips to meet and their passion to overflow. The Princess of Love finally got what she wanted. “I still won the game, by the way.” “What?!” “I got the ship right, didn’t I? And since our lists are otherwise the same~?” “...Ugh.” “Have fun paying, Nonny! Love you!” Anon sighs. He’d better get used to this.

Snugglewarmscale

551446

Dragons,Hitch Trailblazer,Romance,My Little Pony Comic

Hitch X Luxxe

A Short Romance Story Between Hitch and a Dragoness Named Luxxe

complete

<p>A dragoness named Luxxe is nervous about today. In Maretime Bay there is a festival being held called hearts and hooves day. A day just for young couples. And, she was asked out by a pony known only as Hitch Trailblazer.</p>

everyone

2024-02-13T06:47:37+00:00

2024-02-13T06:54:51+00:00

Luxxe sighed as she looked at herself in the river. Her amber colored scales had a bright shimmer to them. Almost as if they had just been polished. Her hair was combed flat and had a little more orange tint to it. She had done everything to give herself a confidence boost for tonight. But, she still felt very nervous. She shook her head to clear the doubtful thoughts from her mind. Why did she feel this way? She was a dragon, a dragon for goodness sake. Dragons were the best at everything. She sighed and asked herself. “So, why do I want to find a cave and hide?” Her head dipped down a little and she shut her eyes. She heard the sound of flapping wings approaching her. It was followed by a soft thud; a voice called to her. “Luxxe.” She turned and saw her friend Blaize walking up to her. Her friend smiled at her; causing her to sadly smile back. Blaize asked her. “You okay?” She looked away and answered. “No.” She sighed and admitted. “I'm nervous.” That earned her a chuckle from her friend. Blaize asked her. “What are you nervous about?” She walked up and gently nuzzled her before continuing. “If anything that pony who asked you out should be nervous.” Luxxe sighed and reminded her. “His name is Hitch.” Blaize rolled her eyes as she added. “I'm nervous because he asked me out to the festival tonight.” Her friend nodded and replied. “Yes, what was it called again.” She scratched her head and asked. “Heart's and Blue's day?” Luxxe giggled a little and corrected her. “Hearts and Hooves day.” She wondered. “I guess it would be Hearts' and Claws' day for me.” Her friend commented. “Maybe.” She asked her again. “Why are you nervous?” She answered. “One, I've never danced with a male before.” Blaize commented. “To be fair. You're dancing skills aren't that great.” That earned her a deadpanned look from her. Luxxe added. “Two, I'm three times his size.” Blaize reminded her. “You're the smallest here.” She got a glare from her that time. Luxxe continued with a third excuse. “Three, I'm a dragon.” Blaize finished for her. “And, he's a pony who's been raising a dragon.” She giggled a little as she commented. “Kinda like how our Dragon lord was raised.” She asked her. “If you knew all of this. Why did you bother saying yes to him?” Luxxe turned away and a blush appeared on her face. A blush that didn't go unnoticed by Blaize. She got closer and teased her. “Aw....the smallest of us has a crush.” Normally, whenever some creature would tease another about matters of the heart. The one being teased would lash out or at least try to make the other stop. Luxxe sighed again and confirmed it with a nod. Blaize smiled happily at her friend and walked closer to her. She sat down and wrapped a wing around her in support. Blaize asked her. “What is he to you?” She answered. “A very handsome and cute stallion.” Her voice had a dreamy tone to it as she continued. “He's really good with Sparky. He's hard working and loyal to his friends and family.” She smiled happily before she frowned and admitted. “And, I'm just some runt.” Blaize gave her a hard nudge and said. “You're not just some runt, Luxxe.” Her friend looked at her and she continued. “You're one of the kindest dragonesses I know.” She smiled at her and finished. “You don't have to be nervous. Just go to the event and have fun. Besides, I bet Hitch is just as nervous as you.” Luxxe smiled at her and nodded. After a little while; she stood up and spread her wings. She then crouched and jumped into the sky. With a few powerful flaps; she was airborne and riding the currents of the wind. Once she got her bearings she turned herself in the direction of Maretime bay. She soared through the sky with the wind in her hair. While her heart beat eagerly in her chest. Maretime Bay's Heart's and Hooves Day Festival was in full swing. Although, the sun had set long ago; the party was now going strong. Stands had been set up all along main street. Gentle music played throughout the ocean side town. Countless couples walked through the streets. Luxxe had stayed off to the side; hidden in the shadows of some buildings. She didn't expect a crowd this size. It wasn't that she didn't like crowds. She was just used to small ones. She scanned the ponies in the crowd looking for him. She wondered. “Hitch, where are you?” She was a little worried. Maybe she had come to late and he was already done with the festival. Thankfully, she was wrong, she spotted him walking through the crowd. He was dressed in formal attire and his mane was combed back a little. She was surprised to see his son on his back. Sparky was smiling happily as he rode on his father. His eyes wandered from face to face. His cute smile stretched across his cute face. As he looked around he eventually saw her. The moment he saw her he gently patted his fathers back and pointed at her. Hitch looked in the direction his son was pointing and saw Luxxe. He smiled happily as he said. “Nice job, Sparky.” He heard his son purr happily before nuzzling him. He turned towards her and started walking to her. He smiled happily as he exited the crowd and waved at her. She nervously waved back at him as he came to a stop in front of her. He looked up at her and smiled happily; while she looked down and smiled back at him. He greeted her. “Hey, Luxxe.” She replied. “Hey, Hitch.” She complimented him. “You look good.” He smiled sheepishly and replied. “You look good also.” Luxxe looked at Sparky and spoke to him happily. “And, hello to you too, little hatchling.” She heard the baby giggle at her before she asked. “You couldn't find a sitter?” Hitch shook his head. “I didn't try to find one to be honest.” He looked back at his son who smiled at him. “I figured Sparky would like to see you again. Last time you saw him; you seemed to really connect with him.” He had made her blush; thankfully it was hidden in the darkness. It was true; last time they had visited the isle of scaly, she pretty much watched over the little guy. While his father and his friends had a meeting with the dragon lord. To be honest; she wanted to see if Hitch wanted a full time sitter. She wouldn't mind watching the little hatchling. Hitch smiled up at her and held up his hoof. It was just a formality since he couldn't actually hold her claw in his hoof. Luxxe giggled and gently tapped a single claw to his hoof. He smiled and the three entered the crowd of ponies together. She had to keep an eye on the ground; just to make sure she didn't accidentally step on any pony. But, at the same time she just couldn't take her eyes off Hitch. The two were having a good time at the festival. Hitch had bought her something delicious called chocolate hearts. He said it was something called strawberries; that had been dipped in melted chocolate and arranged to form a heart. She had never had something so sweet and delicious before. No gem could top that taste. After that he showed her to one of the many game booths that had been set up. It was a booth that had a game called, Ring Toss. It was a game where couples had to throw two rings over the neck of a bottle. If both rings went over the bottle; the couples would win a prize. Unfortunately, they couldn't get both rings over the bottle. But, it was fun to at least try it. After the games a pony had stopped them and asked if they wanted a picture. Hitch payed the pony and said pony took three photographs of them. The one they chose to keep; had Luxxe hold Sparky close to her. While Hitch stood beside them with a large smile on his face. Luxxe had lowered her head and nuzzled him lovingly before the photo was taken. Yes, they were having fun. But, now they were having an awkward moment. The festival was starting to come to an end. But, there was one more event for all of the couples. The Heart's and Hooves Day Dance. The dance was being held in the center of town. Couples danced to the slow tune of gentle music. They were holding each other close as they danced slowly. But, the size difference for both Hitch and Luxxe made it a little difficult to dance. Luxxe looked down at him. She felt a little bad not being able to dance with him. He felt the same; he really wanted her to experience the full festival. But, he could barley wrap his arms around one of her legs. So how could they possibly dance? For a moment the two were silent. Until Hitch went ahead and offered her his hoof. She looked at him as he asked. “Would you like to dance, Luxxe?” She giggled at the though of both of them trying to dance. Maybe, she could stand on her hind legs. While she held him in her front paws. The image in her mind made her giggle a little at the thought. Before she had a chance to reply; Sparky-who had been sitting at one of the nearby tables- suddenly sneezed. A fireball raced towards Hitch faster than he could react. When the fireball hit him; his body was completely engulfed in flames. Luxxe all but screamed. “Hitch!” The music came to a sudden stop as countless ponies yelled out in horror. All of them wondered if Sparky had just turned his father into some kind of food. The little drake did change his father. But, it wasn't into a food. The flames grew to a size a little bit bigger than Luxxe. When the flames finally died down she couldn't believe her eyes. Now, standing right in front of her, was a dragon with matching amber colored scales. He had a slightly bulkier body, he looked a little like Tumble, but he had four horns on his head. The moment Hitch opened his eyes. She became completely lost in them. Another blush found it's way onto her face and her heart had started to beat a little faster. Hitch asked. “What in the?” He looked over his new body and commented. “Huh, it never was this big.” Luxxe was torn from her stupor and a dumbfounded look came upon her. She asked him. “This happened before?” He nodded and answered sheepishly. “Yeah.” He chuckled. It was then the music resumed and the couples started dancing again. Hitch smiled and looked over to his son and winked at him. Sparky giggled happily to himself; while his father offered a claw to the dragoness in front of him. He asked her again. “Would you like to dance now?” He tried to make his voice sound a little deeper. She smiled happily and nodded before taking his claw in her own. Both of them carefully made their way out onto the dance floor. Pony couples cleared a space for the two as they walked out. At first the two did what everypony else was doing. They held each others claws and moved in a slow spinning circle. After awhile Luxxe found herself pressing her chest up against his. She rested her head in the crook of his neck; while they slowly moved from side to side. Hitch smiled happily as he closed his eyes and held her close. The music continued to play and the two continued moving to the sound. They were having a really good time. Sparky grew a little envious and quickly rushed out to the floor. As he ran up to the two; they looked down at him. The little hatchling reached for Luxxe. His tiny claws waved in the air; wanting to be picked up by her. Both of the giggled before Hitch stepped back and allowed his son to dance with her. As she picked the little baby up; she swore he was never going to stop laughing as he did his best to hug her. She gently held him close as she lead them in the slow circle. It felt nice holding the baby close to her. She wondered if this was how her mother felt when she held her. Some time later the festival ended and the three were walking back to Hitches home. Sparky was currently asleep on Luxxe's back. He purred happily as he snuggled into her warm scales. Oh, how she wished this moment could last a little longer. But, unfortunately not all good things are meant to last forever. As they came to a stop at Hitch's home; he moved to gently pick his son up off her back. He smiled at her and said. “I had a good time tonight.” He thanked her. “Thanks for being my.” She didn't give him a chance to finish the sentence. As he was thanking her; she had taken in a breath and exhaled a gentle flame on his face. This was an act called the fire kiss. She smiled lovingly at him; while he was blushing madly. For a moment he had no idea how to respond. It was then his son had another sneeze suddenly erupt from him. Only this time it wasn't one; it was a double sneeze. One of the fireballs had hit the window of his fathers home and had bounced back. His father was once again set ablaze. While the other fireball had struck Luxxe. Thankfully, the fireball that had struck Hitch had turned him back into a pony. He did have to catch his son thought. He sighed and started to ask. “Luxxe, are you.” He stopped when he saw something unbelievable in front of him. Luxxe was standing right in front of him. But, the fireball had turned her into a mare. She had a light amber coat, with a orange mane and tail. She was stunned at what had happened to her. Her body felt a little lighter and colder. Hitch was too stunned to say anything. Not only was he still blushing. But, now like she had felt earlier, he could feel his heart beating a little quicker. She called to him. “Hitch?” Before she could ask him what had happened. He had walked closer to her and gave her a kiss on her lips. Unlike the fire kiss, this was just a simple display of affection. For a moment she was shocked by the action. Until she felt herself relax and she gently kissed him back. When the two broke the kiss; they couldn't stop staring into the others eyes. It was then a cold breeze blew across the town; it caused all three of them to shiver. Seeing that she no longer had the ability to fly; he offered. “Would you like to spend the night with me?” He saw her nod and he moved to open the door. Once he unlocked the door to his home; he held it open for her as she walked in. He closed the door behind them. Luxxe smiled happily as she rested in his loving hold. She had her head resting in the crook of his neck; while his son was snuggled comfortably in between them. He purred happily as he nuzzled himself against her chest. She had never felt this kind of warmth and comfort before. It felt like she was a hatchling again. She felt safe and comfort at the same time. She felt loved. Before she fell asleep she whispered. “Love you.” He whispered back. “I love you, too.” Sparky purred happily as he snuggled himself deeper between them.

JeSuisLaPorte

551447

Cheerilee,Cutie Mark Crusaders,Diamond Tiara,Fluttershy,Self Insert,Human,Adventure,Comedy,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Sex

Friendly Competition

Two best friends, a whole new world, new bodies, nowhere to go. They have nothing but their pony fantasies to carry on. This is going to be good.

incomplete

<p>Jon and Eugene, two lifelong friends since childhood both share a love for My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. One day, as they were watching an episode, something strange happened. Discord broke the fourth wall, but not in the expected way.</p><p>Now, they are stuck in another world. They are not the same age, not the same gender anymore, nor are their bodies even human.</p><p>A terrifying situation. Lost in the woods all by themselves, without any to tether them to their previous life. But, they do have one thing; fantasies. And now, the means to act upon them. </p><p>It will be a friendly competition, to see who can lose their virginity the fastest.</p><p><span class="spoiler">Sex tag is for some of our more questionnable remarks. We don't know if this story will ever get bumped up to mature. We only have a vague idea of how things will play out.</span></p><hr/><p>This story is a collaboration between me and my best friend who wishes to remain Anonymous. (Holy shit, the real Anon?). It was my idea to write this together, so expect it to be different from my usual stuff. I just never thought we'd actually do it, so... here goes.</p><p>Note: Wow, can't believe we're on the featured list. I was honestly not expecting a good reception, considering the bizarre shit in this story.<br/>Eugene (The Fluttershy Enjoyer) Note: What the fuck is wrong with y'all?</p>

teen

2024-02-14T06:53:55+00:00

2024-02-16T02:23:53+00:00

Life can be strange sometimes. It can be filled with ups and downs. Some people win the lottery, others make breakthrough in science or medicine. But for two particularly autistic persons, life can be a dream. A bizarre dream they didn’t actually want to happen but can make the most of it. Two great friends since middle school gathered to watch another episode of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. It became a sort of tradition to watch a couple of episodes together at night and poke fun at what they saw. They were currently at the second episode of season two, and were loving every minute of it, though they had a tendency to be quite... crude in their comments. They were so open to this subject that they talked multiple times about the many erotic dreams and fantasies they had about the show and more specifically, the main leads. One adored Fluttershy and the other, Applejack. “Hey Eugene, what would do if you, like, went to a subway station and saw this really shady guy that told you to go inside the men’s bathroom for a lifechanging experience. So you go inside the bathroom, and you find Fluttershy, tied up and gagged inside one of the stalls. What would you do?” The other friend, Jon asked. It was a normal occurrence to get into these rather bizarre hypotheticals. He loved to spice things up, even if he sometimes tried too hard to make one of the options seem more favorable than the other. The fun lied in the insane scenarios he could conjure from the gutters of his mind. His friend laughed as he imagined the scenario play in his head. “Jackpot.” Eugene responded with a grin. “So, you choose the Quagmire option?” Jon followed, unsurprised. “Okay, but what if you can choose to free her. And if you free her, she will marry you. What would you do?” “I’d still drug her and put her inside a cage. That way, she will be mine forever. No witnesses, easy pocket mare pussy.” Eugene confidently answered, much to the silent horror of his friend. "O-Oh, okay..." But then, something strange happened in the episode. Discord stopped taunting Twilight Sparkle. Instead, he flew over to the camera and stared directly at whoever was watching. It wasn’t in the episode; Jon knew that for it wasn't his first time watching unlike his friend. He was the My Little Pony expert, and he certainly knew that Discord wasn’t about to break the fourth wall like this. The Lord of Chaos tapped the screen, smirking. “There isn’t enough chaos around here. Thankfully, I already know the remedy to this problem. You see, Twilight, things are about to get even weirder in Ponyville.” He stuck his arm out. They broke from the confines of the televisions and grabbed a hold of the two friends. With one mighty pull, the two humans were transported inside the screen, into another world. Swinging around an endless vortex of madness, they felt an excruciating pain, a pain strong enough to knock them unconscious. "Have you heard of homo-sapiens, Twilight? Oh, what am I saying; of course you don't." When Jon and Eugene woke up, they were laying on the ground inside the Everfree forest. To make matters worse, their bodies didn’t feel quite right. They couldn’t feel their fingers, nor could they get up. The trees around them were gigantic, towering over their seemingly tiny frames. Horribly confused, Jon looked to his friend. But all he saw instead of his best friend was a pony. A small, green pony with a black mane. Eugene stood up only to fall on his butt. His body didn’t want to stand up apparently. In fact, it felt weird just to stand on his legs, like there was an invisible wall constricting his body. Looking down, he realised he had no fingers anymore, but it didn’t hurt. He didn’t lose them through normal means, no. His body was no longer the same. Falling on his back, he looked down and saw something else in place of his pride and joy. “Holy shit, it looks like I have 4 legs, a-and a pussy!" He screamed as he touched his new private area. "What the fuck is going on Jon? Where the fuck are we?” He said in a voice that wasn’t his. It was high and squeaky. The voice of a little girl, not of the admittedly not so manly man he once was. “Wha-how, h-how the fuck should I know?!” Jon shouted in disbelief, staring at his new hooves. Even his voice was different, sounding similar but slightly different to his friend. “This isn’t right! Are we dreaming?” Eugene had an idea to test if this strange happening was a reality, or the mere work of their imagination. "Wait, I think I have an idea! Punch me in the face, like hard, man! It will surely wake me up. Just try using those ... uh, hooves?” Jon stared at his hooves, raising an eyebrow. How was he supposed to hit his friend in the face when he can’t even stand up? The best thing he could do was crawl pathetically over to him, readying his fingerless fist. “I don’t know, looks real to me, but I’m gonna punch you just in case it works out.” There wasn’t much conviction in his squeaky little bitchy voice. So, Jon raised his hoof, weirded out by the fact he couldn’t close his fingers to form a fist, and struck. But during the blow, the new balance of his body got the better of him and he fell, his hoof landing not on his friend’s face but on his new “delicacy”. Eugene’s pussy made a wet sound as it was struck. “Hmpf. What the fuck was that dude? I said in the face! Do you know the difference, or are you that much of a virgin?” He shouted, his face turning as red as a tomato. Jon blinked in horror. He touched his friend on the private area! To make things weirder, he blushed. He shouldn’t be feeling this, yet it would appear his sexual orientation remained unchanged even after the gender change. But what about Eugene? He didn't really want to know. “I-I’m sorry. I was aiming for your face. Just, uh, t-tripped while I was going for the swing. Not! That it matters anyway, we’ve got a bigger problem.” He waved his hooves around his body. “Ok, I guess. But let that keep it between us, ok? Aight, lets head out. Maybe there is surely someone to help us out?” Eugene proposed, looking around the dark forest. Things were looking rather grim for the two former humans. The entire world had impossible geometry. Hills twisted into a loop that defied gravity itself. Chocolate milk rained from the sky and the leaves were made of cotton candy. Jon cringed as he looked at his now defiled hoof. “I mean I guess, but I suppose people would be more worried about the fucked up Green Hills looking loops and the chocolate rain.” Trying out his new pony body, he noticed he had wings too. He was more than a pony, he was a pegasus! And the fact that they are small and have squeaky voices would make them... fillies instead of mares? Different gender and different age, they were both far removed from their true selves. The complete opposite even! All that remained of their human origin was their mind. Eugene eyeballed his friend’s new wings, green with jealousy. “Hey, why do I have nothing special about me? I mean, you have wings and shit and I'm kinda just ... Cringe.” Jon’s eyes widened as he begun to understand the gravity of their situation. Pegasus, filly, chaotic environnement, passing through the television. Could it be that they have entered... the world of Equestria during the season 2 premiere? But that’s impossible! It’s just a cartoon, an invention. How could they be? What’s going on? “Holy shit, dude. I-I think... we ARE in My Little Pony.” Eugene gasped, excitement coursing through his body. “No way! That so cool dude. I’ll Shotgun Fluttershy’s house. Only when I will figure out how to walk.” All these months of listening to his friend’s hypotheticals got him riled up at the mere thought of acting upon them. Jon sighed. “C’mon, what about literally everything else? We’ve lost our families, our homes, our computers and all you care about is having f-fucking sex with Fluttershy? You don’t even a dick anymore! Plus, you’re a filly, how are you going to get her attention?” Eugene smirked. Tapping his head mockingly, he stared at his friend with a look that screamed victory in advance. “Oh, yeah, you’re right. But that doesn’t mean that my love isn’t worth it in a different body. My mentality stays the same. Just living with her would be a blessing, bro. Don’t you understand? That the meaning of my life. And basically, as an adult in a child’s body, if she loves me, it’s okay right?” Jon cringed. Not sure if he wanted to have this debate right now. Yet, he was the one that always talked about these ponies in a dirty way. Maybe there are some positives to this situation. If he focused on them like his friend, maybe the pain won’t manifest. “Sure... I guess we can go to Fluttershy. We pretty much need some help, like, badly. We can’t walk for shit and we’re practically disabled.” “Ok, here we go. Hum ... Where's her house actually? I don’t really seem to recognize where we are.” Eugene asked as he looked around the chocolate milk filled forest. Jon raised an eyebrow, gazing behind. There was an upside-down house floating in the air among other distortions in reality. He sighed, “Seems obvious to me.” But before they could move, Jon licked some of the chocolate milk. Gotta take advantage of all that chaos, right? And so, the two crawled in direction of the house. Little by little, they learned to trot as a filly. It was like crawling on all four but with extra steps. The chaotic magic in the air seemed to have chased the danger of the Everfree away for there were no monsters around. No manticore, no Timberwolf, nothing. They were lucky after all! Then, a large rainbow appeared in the air, striking the earth with impressive force. Immediately after, all the chaotic magic around disappeared as the rainbow spread to every corner of this new world. The forest was back to normal and thus, dark again. "Oh shit, I think the episode's over. Discord's fucking gone." Jon theorised. Thankfully, they didn’t have much distance left to travel. An hour later, they found what they were looking for. Fluttershy’s cottage! Eugene smirked as he laid his eyes upon the timid mare heading home. “*breath in* ... Ok, I got this.” He knocked on the door in a hesitant and febrile way. Jon rolled his eyes. What is he expecting will happen? Get a date? Nah, it's straight to the orphanage for us. The door opened, revealing a tired Fluttershy. The gentle mare looked down at the small filly at her doorstep, mildly confused at the little thing that was staring at her with so much... admiration in her eyes? “U-Um, h-hello? How can I help you?” “Hey yo what up!” His eyes widened as he realised how wrong he sounded with his new voice. “Oh wait... Hum hello?” Eugene said in a cutesy, girlish way. “We are new to the city, and we need some help. You see we are kinda... lost.” Eugene said with a timid laugh. Jon awkwardly waddled up to his friend and stuck to him like glue, smiling innocently. “We were lost in the scary Everfree forest and we’re hungry. Can you give us something to eat?” Eugene whispered. “Yeah, like Fluttershy’s ass.” Fluttershy looked around nervously. “Oh, gosh, um, wh-where are your parents?” Eugene was quick to answer. “Well, you see, they said they were going to purchase some milks at the nearby convenience store, and they never came back.” Jon blinked, his eyes wide open. Why was he throwing shade at his own parents? He had no reasons to, yet he did. “W-Well, mine were, um, n-no they just disappeared one day when they were going to Manehattan. They didn’t abandon me, though, unlike him. Her.” “Actually, my dog ate mine.” For that alone, Eugene was slapped across the face by his dear friend. “Pardon my friend. He’s a compulsive liar, and an idiot too. Can’t keep a consistent narrative.” Jon glowered. The poor mare was bombarded with all sorts of questions. Horrified and worried for these poor girls, she stepped back and opened her door. “Oh dear, you poor things. Come in, I’ll make sure you’re all nice and well. Oh, the Everfree forest is a really scary place, you two must be tired.” “Oh, thank you so much Fluttershy, you’re the kindest pony ever! We are so grateful of your hospitality.” Eugene exclaimed happily, shaking with sheer excitement. The kind mare was a little disturbed, that filly already knew her name! Jon smiled warmly, aiming to calm her down. “You’re so nice, miss! Can we stay with you?” Fluttershy blinked, thinking about the filly’s question. She wasn’t sure if she was okay with letting them stay, but if it was just for a couple of hours, until they get back their strength... “Um, okay. You look like you could use some rest.” The two transformed humans followed the mare in. The cottage was nice and cozy, but most importantly filled with all sorts of animals. Ranging from bunnies to squirrels to even a bear. “Okay, my little critters. Make some space for our guests. They’re really tired. I mean, if that’s okay with you.” The animals begrudgingly left their comfortable seats for the two awkward mentally challenged fillies. They trotted strangely, unsure in their moves as they sloppily crawled over to the couch. Jon took a deep breath of relief, happy to be away from the grass. He hated to stand on any grassy ground without shoes on. Even worse when he had his arms touching the ground too. “Finally, we can relax. Uh, and thanks, miss.” Eugene tapped his friend on the shoulder, a sly smile drawing upon his now adorable face. “Hey, dog, distract her for a second. I’m going to enjoy this...” “Okay, Fluttershy enjoyer.“ Jon facehoofed, immediately sensing a disaster in the making. “Um, hey miss? Can you get us something to drink? We’re fucking thirsty! I mean, if that’s okay with you.” “... I mean, that’s okay with me.” Jon sighed. “It’s okay with her.” Eugene smiled. “It’s okay with her? No shit, Sherlock.” His friend facehoofed. Fluttershy’s eye twitched. These fillies sure had an awful potty mouth. Maybe she can help with that. “I’ll be right back!” As the kind mare left to fetch two glasses of water, Eugene smushed his face in the couch with grace to breath in its odor that maybe contained the sweet and delicious praise he was seeking. Fluttershy’s butt, of course! “Hm. Good shit. I’m sad the sudden teleportation didn’t transport our cellphones, because that’s a great point of view.” Eugene remarked as he looked at the distracted mare. Curious, Jon followed his eyes only to notice that because of their short sight, they had a clear view of the mare’s rear end as she left the living room. “I... I’m not gonna complain, actually.” “Here we go, sleepy heads!” Fluttershy gave a bright smile as she offered the two fillies their much-needed glass of water. Jon and Eugene struggled at first to drink their cup. They raised their arm towards the drink, only to remember “Oh yeah, no fingers”. They awkwardly wrapped their fetlock around the glass and drank it in record time as it made a somewhat disgusting glurp sound. “Thank you, mommy. O-o wait, um...” Eugene immediately regretted letting his subconscious get the best of him. As the blush got more and more intense in his pony looking face, he looked away out of shame. Jon was not spared from this second-hand embarrassment, facehoofing to hide his own blush. “Oh, um... d-do you know where your mommy is?” Fluttershy asked after taking in the filly’s strange misstep. Jon blinked. “Actually, we’re not related. Two different mommies.” He cringed internally at the idea of saying mommy after the bizarre connotation his friend put on the word. Fluttershy held a hoof to her mouth. “Oh my. Well, if you know where they are, I’ll help you reunite with them.” Eugene thought deeply before talking in the most cutesy, childlike voice possible. “Oh, thank you so much, m’lady. Can I sleep with you? I’m feeling scared alone in the dark... and Jon is stinky. P-wease?” “Hey! I’m not stin...” Jon’s eyes widened as he realised two could play at that game. He chuckled, putting on a sad voice. “Me too. I don’t like sleeping alone...” He reached out to her, a desperate look on his face. “Hey! I was the first to say it. Don’t you know the rule of the shotgun? I basically own her bed, dawg. Finders keepers!” “You can’t shotgun it! That can only be decided with rock, paper, scissors- oh shit...” The fierce competition between the two fillies aroused some concerning questions. Fluttershy’s eyes darted from one filly to the other as they continued their banter. “Now, now, girls. I’ll let you both sleep in my bed, okay? It’ll be just for tonight and tomorrow, we’ll go looking for your parents.” “Yippee!” The two fillies shouted out of excitement, hoof bumping. They had achieved the ultimate victory for now, to sleep with Fluttershy. But they could still do more. In due time, they know they can go farther than that. When night came, the two fillies tucked inside Fluttershy’s bed. The kind mare stayed on the middle, so that her warmth could spread to each of the girls. It made her nervous, having to watch over two foals, but to know that it would be temporary eased her worries. Little did she know, they were imps disguised as innocent fillies, for Eugene snuck under the blankets when she was asleep. He inched lower and lower until he saw it. A divine sight in the dark, the moon shining just enough light for him to see what he had always wanted to see up close; his favorite pony’s pretty pussy. Sadly, he couldn’t let go of his virginity today. Not with this tiny squeaky body, at least. Then, a little shape poked out from the other side. Eugene saw his friend looking at him with curious eyes. In that very moment, the two realised they had the same idea. Jon blinked, trying to get a good view of the other side without waking up the mare. “Mind if we, um, switch place? Pwease? You have the money shot, pal.” “No way man. Perhaps in another time, my guy.”

JeSuisLaPorte

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Cheerilee,Cutie Mark Crusaders,Diamond Tiara,Fluttershy,Self Insert,Human,Adventure,Comedy,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity,Sex

Friendly Competition

Two best friends, a whole new world, new bodies, nowhere to go. They have nothing but their pony fantasies to carry on. This is going to be good.

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<p>Jon and Eugene, two lifelong friends since childhood both share a love for My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. One day, as they were watching an episode, something strange happened. Discord broke the fourth wall, but not in the expected way.</p><p>Now, they are stuck in another world. They are not the same age, not the same gender anymore, nor are their bodies even human.</p><p>A terrifying situation. Lost in the woods all by themselves, without any to tether them to their previous life. But, they do have one thing; fantasies. And now, the means to act upon them. </p><p>It will be a friendly competition, to see who can lose their virginity the fastest.</p><p><span class="spoiler">Sex tag is for some of our more questionnable remarks. We don't know if this story will ever get bumped up to mature. We only have a vague idea of how things will play out.</span></p><hr/><p>This story is a collaboration between me and my best friend who wishes to remain Anonymous. (Holy shit, the real Anon?). It was my idea to write this together, so expect it to be different from my usual stuff. I just never thought we'd actually do it, so... here goes.</p><p>Note: Wow, can't believe we're on the featured list. I was honestly not expecting a good reception, considering the bizarre shit in this story.<br/>Eugene (The Fluttershy Enjoyer) Note: What the fuck is wrong with y'all?</p>

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2024-02-17T08:47:24+00:00

Morning came, Fluttershy woke up early. Opening her eyes, she almost had a heart attack when she couldn’t see the two fillies in her bed. Panicking, she lowered the sheets and was met by two cute shapes cuddled against her rear end and crotch. “Aw, you were cold, weren’t you?” The mare carefully navigated out of the bed without waking up the two fillies even though one was holding onto her crotch with impressive strength for a foal. “Oh my, you sure are clingy.” Fluttershy gingerly removed the hooves before she made her leave. The two ponies would surely be hungry once they woke up. She’ll take care of that. Jon was the first to wake up. He was rather disturbed not to hear his alarm clock blasting as usual. It was... strange to wake up so peacefully and not have to go to work cleaning the McDonald’s shitters. Opening his eyes, he realised he was super close to his sleeping friend. Fluttershy had moved away! The tip of their muzzle was touching. Staring at his sleeping friend was weird but being this close to him; Jon had a cute idea. Backing away, he raised a hoof and booped his friend on the muzzle. “I boops you!” Eugene flinched, snapping back to reality thanks to his friend’s intervention. “What... Did you just booped me? Oh my god that’s like in the series! A dream comes true. Now, it’s my turn!” as Eugene slowly approach his hoof in the direction of Jon’s muzzle but completely miss and poke his eyes instead. “I boops- oh shit.” Startled by the pain, Jon rolled back and fell off the bed, landing on the ground with a loud thud. Just then, Fluttershy returned with a large plate in her hooves. “Morning, sleepy heads! I- Oh dear!” Placing the plate on the bed, she rushed to the downed filly who wasn’t moving one inch. “A-Are you okay?” Eugene was hanging on the edge of the bed, worried. “He isn’t okay! Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to hurt Jon I swear, my hoof is just stupid like that.” “I think he gouged my eye!” Jon cried out in his blind panic, clutching his hurt eye. Fluttershy smiled gently. “Oh, I’m sure your eye is fine. Here, let me see.” she reassured, carefully pulling the filly’s hoof away. Her injured eye was a little red, but mostly fine. “I-Is it?” Jon asked, struggling to maintain his eye open. “Yes. It’s perfectly fine, my little filly.” She caressed the poor little thing, calming her down. “See? It was just an unfortunate accident, I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you fell.” “Look, stop being a bitch dude.” Eugene shouted, sit in the near end of the bed, being jealous to not be the center of the attention of his dear and sweet favorite pony in Equestria. He wanted to be caressed by the best pony. Jon glared. “You’re just jealous she isn’t paying attention to you! You just ruined your precious dream because you’re so damn clumsy!” The transformed human was surprised with himself. That was a childish response, petty in nature. Could it be that their new body is taking a toll on their mind? Then, Eugene had a brilliant idea! He proceeded to simply beat the shit of himself. Thankfully, Fluttershy stopped him before he could cause any bad damage. “Now, now. I understand you’re all want me to take care of you, but that doesn’t mean you should hurt yourself, okay? I’ll help you both equally, so you’ll have no reasons to be jealous.” At that the end of that sentence, Jon and Eugene stared intensely, knowing that a friendly competition between them had just begun. A battle for Fluttershy’s affection. Blood and cum are the name of the game. “Anyhow, I prepared breakfast for you. After you’ve eaten, we’ll go find your parents. Oh, I can’t imagine how worried they must be. Um, I don’t want to feel like I’m pressing you, but we don’t want them to be scared, don’t we?” Fluttershy said as she placed the injured filly back on the bed, smiling awkwardly. As none of the friends answered Fluttershy question, Jon tapped the shoulder of Eugene to provoke a reaction. “Oh, hum yeah, sure!” “Now then, a-um...” Fluttershy blinked. She wanted to call the one on the right by her name but... she didn’t know their name. In fact, she didn’t believe they even told her their names? “Oh dear, um, I believe I don’t know your names. Could you tell me, please?” Eugene was quick to answer whilst Jon was thinking things through. “Indeed, you’re right! My name represents my magnificence and the perfection of my soul. They call me the great and powerful Euge-” Jon slapped his friend, pulling him closer. “Come on, man. You know we can’t use our real names. They could suspect something or get all sorts of funny ideas about us. Think of something, just anything that passes as a pony name. I’m figuring one out right now.” “Oh yeah, you’re right. My name is actually ... Poh.” Eugene responded with a soft voice. “And he was trained by master Shifu.” Jon mused. Fluttershy blinked, somewhat surprised by the right filly’s name, but she figured she was just from elsewhere. “Okay, and what about you?” Jon panicked. He hasn’t figured out a name yet! Put on the spot, he looked at his body, searching for a defining feature he could name himself after. Nothing, not even a cutie mark. He was a blank flank. Oh, wait... “I-I’m Bo... I guess. N-No, wait! It’s Bo Peep.” He cringed internally, disappointed by his lack of foresight. Had he thought this through, he would have a name prepared in advance. “Okay, hm. Bo Peep and Poh.” Fluttershy repeated to engrave their names in her mind. “Those are pretty names.” As Jon was relieved that Fluttershy believed their admittedly poorly constructed lie, Eugene was trying his best to not choke out laughing, amused by the ridiculous name they gave themselves. After this awkward moment, the two fillies finally ate the delicious breakfast prepared by the kind pegasus. Her cooking was top notch, and thankfully suited to their secretly omnivorous diet. Then, Fluttershy took them outside, as promised, to search for their parents, something the two small ponies knew in advance was a futile endeavor. The first place they went to was Mayor Mare’s office, a smart decision indeed. “I’m afraid I don’t have any record on these fillies, Fluttershy. I’ve never seen them before.” Fluttershy held a hoof to her mouth “Oh my, there are truly no ways to find their parents then?” Mayor Mare cringed. “I’m afraid not. Unless we know where they came from, there’s not much use in searching around.” Jon and Eugene exchanged concerned glances. “Oh yeah. They don’t know our parents aren’t inside a TV screen.” Jon said to his fillyfied friend. Mayor Mare frowned. “Due to the absence of their parents, we could take them to an orphanage, if there are no volunteers to adopt these young fillies of course.” Jon narrowed his eyes. Oh no, they weren’t going there! They had another option, one that seemed much more favorable. But to get there, they’ll need to appeal to Fluttershy’s emotions. “You go first, dude. Convince her to adopt us. C’mon, that’ll be like, your dream, to be adopted by Fluttershy, right?” “Ok I got this. Hum, Fluttershy?” The kind mare turned her attention to the green filly she now knew as Poh. The small pony gave her the puppy eyes. “I know you did a lot recently by accepting to giving a place to eat and sleep for the night, but without you, we will have to live somewhere else, maybe on the streets. Is it much to ask you to adopt us? Please? We promise we will be helping you at your house and not being a nuisance at all. P-weeeeease?” Jon awkwardly inched closer to his friend, giving an adorable look to the shy pegasus. Mayor Mare raised an intrigued eyebrow. That filly sure seemed to have an interesting vocabulary, sounding much more mature than other ponies her age. Fluttershy wanted to help them, but to take care of two fillies, even for a short amount of time is no easy feat. It’s much more demanding than tending to her animals, that she learned the hard way. But still, her goodwill wouldn’t allow these two parentless fillies to live in the streets or in an orphanage all by themselves. “Um, w-well... I guess I could foster them, maybe. U-Until you can find a good family that’ll take care of them.” On the outside, Eugene looked fairly serene. But on the inside; he was screaming in joy. Jon smirked, a subtle sign of a higher intelligence behind those cutesy eyes. “Oh, thank you miss Fluttershy! You’re the best!” Mayor Mare fumbled through her desk, taking out a document. “That’s good! I’ll prepare the legal documents to cement you as their foster carer until we can find an appropriate family.” With the initial problem of their not so present parents out of the way, little remained in the way of the two deceiving fillies. They could now stay with Fluttershy for days, perhaps even weeks. In a way, Eugene’s dream came true; he was living with the Element of kindness herself, albeit much being smaller than he wanted. As Fluttershy signed the documents, the eyes of Eugene started to sparkle even more. At the second that she placed the pen, Eugene ran and hugged her neck, not willing to let her go, which seemed like an eternity. “Oh my, you’re very affectionate!” Fluttershy glanced over Bo Peep who was observing them with great intent, but didn’t seem like he wanted to join. As she finally got him off her neck, he was so excited that dancing was the only solution to expulse all the simp concentrated energy. However, Eugene’s new body came with many hiccups. He was a filly now, and with it came all the kinks of this small form. In no time, he burned through all his energy, leaving him very tired. He fell asleep on the floor of the mare’s office. “Oh, shit.” Jon muttered, surprised to see his friend pass out that easily. Moreover, he was somewhat disturbed to find his sleeping friend adorable. It didn’t feel like he was staring at Eugene anymore. To him, she was Poh. And Jon was Bo Peep. Gah! It was confusing him, her. What’s his pronouns again? Fluttershy guided Jon and the exhausted Eugene on her back along Ponyville, heading straight for the one place she knew they could fit in; the schoolhouse. Throughout the way, Jon made a conscious effort to keep his tail low, so that it would hide his lady parts. It just felt wrong to be walking out in broad daylight naked! In the show, they obviously didn’t have their private parts dangling around but here, it didn’t feel like they were in a little girl’s show anymore. This was reality, as hard to believe as that was. “Now, fillies. It is very important that you do not miss out on your education. Today, we’re just visiting around but soon, you’ll have to go there and catch up with your class, okay?” Jon frowned, feeling embarrassed to step inside a schoolyard. He felt way too old to be doing this. It was endearing at first to be treated as a little girl but now? It just felt humiliating and condescending. “Yeah, sure... Gonna learn about math. Woohoo.” At that time, Eugene woke up from his nice little good and enchanting nap. Stretching, he stood on his rear, realising he was on Fluttershy’s back! Pulling back, he unintentionally placed more pressure on his newly acquired lady parts and felt a strange sensation, the likes of which a child shouldn’t be feeling. He blushed in response to this accidental vaginal rubbing, closing his legs awkwardly. Jon widened his eyes. “You dirty little rugrat...” Eugene regained his composure fairly quickly, hiding his blush behind his big hooves. “B-Bro, you can’t just except Fluttershy to do all the work. I’m only taking advantage of every part of her body one at a time baby.” Jealousy reflected in Jon’s eyes. If only he could do that with the mare of his choice. “Is that how you plan on losing your virginity?” “Hm?” Shit! Fluttershy heard that! “Did you, um, say something?” “Oh, n-no. I was... talking to, eh, Eu-Poh.” Jon fumbled. Eugene had a more eloquently prepared response. “No that’s not what you think mommy! We were only discussing about the chance of finding a boyfriend at the school we will be for the next days. That's one of my biggest dreams.” “Boyfriend?” Fluttershy questioned. “Coltfriend.” Jon corrected. “Ah. I wasn’t expecting you two to already be thinking about that sort of thing. D-Don't take it the wrong way, it’s just that... not many fillies talk about finding coltfriend at such a young age.” “So ... does that mean that the concept of “boy” doesn’t exist in Equestria?” “Dumbass, are you mayhap on the spectrum, dear old friend?” Jon taunted with a smirk on his adorable filly face. Fluttershy stepped, her voice remaining as soft as ever. “Now, now. Let’s not break into a fight. You’re about to meet your new classmates once they’ve finished their lesson! I know some of them and I can assure you; they’re really nice.” Eugene gave Jon a very intense look. The gaze of a mighty simp. “And that’s where she’s wrong, my friend. I am indeed ready to go to war about the thing I do believe in. So don’t even dare touch any part of her body, she’s mine, bitch!” He exclaimed right before he went back to falling asleep on her back with a small happy and greedy look on his face. “Oh dear... she’s terribly exhausted. The poor little thing.” Fluttershy gently placed the filly under a tree. “Here, Bo, could you be a dear and keep an eye on your friend while I go get some important things done? The other foals should be coming out soon. It will be very important to introduce yourself to them.” Jon sighed. Yeah, sure. Leave all the work to me. He lightly kicked the sleeping filly. “That I can do.” Now left by his or her(?) lonesome, Jon glanced over Eugene, sleeping peacefully. The ex-human was annoyed his friend’s antics as of late. He was doing everything in his power to create some sort of competition between the two. A battle to seek Fluttershy’s attention, their new foster mother. Lowering his gaze, Jon landed on something that startled him. In that position, Eugene’s new vagina was fully revealed. Being the good friend he was, he looked away, cringing at that sight. He never asked for that, to see his friend’s private parts. He looked so alien to him now, it was crazy to even remember yesterday. Gone were their penises, they now had to welcome their new “door” of sensual sensation for they were probably stuck with it for the rest of their ponified lives. Jon decided to look down, where his new genitals lied. It was alien, worrying yet enticing all the same. He never knew what it was like to have a vagina. He couldn’t feel his missing penis anymore, this new control he had was weird and unintuitive. It was going to take a lot of time to adjust to this new body. Out of curiosity, Jon lifted a hesitant hoof and gently poked at his vagina. To his surprise, it winked. He began prodding at it, curious to see how far he can go until he went a little too deep. That was when the ecstasy hit. A feeling that was all too familiar to him, so much so that it made him blush. A little worrying that he had to basically fist himself to get the same result, but at least, he could still do it. O-Okay, I’ll save that for later. Next, he had another thing to play with; his wings. Through some intense concentration, he was finally able to move them, and flap them helplessly. Sadly, he couldn’t get off the ground. Oh great. I hope I don’t end up like Scootaloo, no offense to you, girl. Looking back at Eugene, Jon was fed up with babysitting him and chose to wake his friend up in the least respectful way possible, with a slap on the pussy. “Snap back to reality.” The poor guy woke up in sweat, no longer looking so serene. “Hum... Is there something you wanted to tell me? Oh, and for the next time, you know you can wake me up by tapping my shoulder. Not that alien oyster looking thing we call a pussy?” “Nothing. Oh, and for the next time, you know you can just NOT fall asleep on me like that?” Jon glowered out of spite. Eugene gave a sly smile. "You know I can’t do that. Our mother is so hot that she makes me faint. You can just go see another pussy if you can’t endure me.” “The biggest pussy here is the virgin that can’t keep their shit together when they see a fucking vagina.” Jon barked, flicking his tail at his friend. Eugene jerked back, startled by the sudden sight of his friend’s private parts. He wasn’t going to let him have the last laugh. “The biggest pussy here is someone who when a situation forced him to pull a name out of his ass, chooses fucking Bo Peep.” “That’s the name of a Toy Story character. You chose to name yourself after a character portrayed by Jack Black. Who are you to judge my name?” Jon snarked. "Any fucking way, I bet my left testicle that Poh would beat the shit out of your character.” “Eesh, you can’t bet what you don’t have.” Right during their argumentation, an unknown voice came from their backs. A whinny, annoying and mocking voice that could only belong to one little bastard. “Look Silver Spoon, some new fillies in Ponyville. Oh, and it look like they don’t have any cutie mark. That’s. Sooo. Lame. What are you two cringe ponies doing anyway?” Jon snorted, leaning close to his friend’s ear. “Oh hey look; it’s Diamond Bitchara.” Diamond Tiara gasped, outraged by this sign of defiance. “Hum, excuse you? What did you just call me?” Jon booped the pink filly. “Diamond Bitch-ar-a, pussy.” Silver Spoon narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you know who pays for the school in Ponyville? That’s right, it’s her mother! If you even try to bully us, we’ll get you kicked out of the school. How about that, hm?” Eugene’s face darkened. His cutesy tone dropped to a more ominous one. “Hey daddy chill, we didn’t even make it to school. Yet you think that taking our right to education away is scary? Try to imagine this, okay? Right as you try to go to sleep at midnight, in the dark you will see some shadowy figure. For once, they won’t be some silly phantom or goblin. That will be me with my crowbar and I will fucking be ready to take your kneecaps.” Diamond Tiara slapped Eugene across the face. Due to his lack of balance, he fell down like a ragdoll. “Hm, knew it. You’re all bark and no bite.” “Oh believe you me, when I’ll find you, they will need to glue you back together ... In hell!” Eugene muttered. Despite his bravado, he was holding back his tears as best as he could. It wasn’t easy, given his filly body was terribly sensitive. Diamond Tiara scoffed. What even was a hell? Jon, on the other hoof, felt differently about the situation. He felt his cheeks grow warm. Damn, that’s hot. N-Not that I want to enact upon it. Even just thinking about doing it is wrong and making me feel like shit. Remember; Applejack’s the way to go. Maybe Fluttershy is things don’t work out. Another change brought by his new body perhaps? A shameful one, indeed. “Well, you got us, uh, Tiara. I guess we’ll just bury the hatchet and move to other things.” “Not so fast, blank flank.” Diamond Tiara held a hoof out, stopping the two fillies form escaping their grasp just yet. “Our school, our rules. You’ll have to listen and do everything we tell you to, m’kay?” Eugene stood up, rubbing his injured cheek. “Damn, didn’t know there was slavery here in Ponyville. I guess you can learn something by living with people in real life.” “Oh yeah, th-that, uh, that’s a pretty good. No, yeah.” Jon leaned close to his friend. “We’re joining the fucking Cutie Mark Crusaders, screw these two.” He turned back to the two bullies. “Alright, we’re gonna follow your rules.” “And before I-” “We.” Silver Spoon added. “-let you go, we’ll need to know who you are.” Diamond Tiara puffed her chest, doing her best to look imposing, which had the adverse effect on the two fillies. “Don’t you know who I am? I’m the student of master Shifu, bitch! My name is Poh.” Eugene answered with unbridled confidence. “Who even is master Shifu?” Diamond asked, perplexed. Eugene feigned outrage. “How dare you be that ignorant! He was the student of Master Oogway.” Diamond was starting to see red. Her patience waned. “Wh-What? That doesn’t answer my question at all! And who is Oogway?!” Jon responded, though not without bursting into laughter. “He would be your mother.” The pink filly winced. “Enough! You, your name, right now!” Jon groaned. “Gee... No need to be so aggressive. I’m Bo Peep.” Silver Spoon readjusted her glasses. “Alright, now scram already. You’ve crossed the line far too many times.” As the two friends left, Jon had a funny, dirty idea. A final taunt against their new bullies. “You with me?” His eyes pointed at their flanks. Eugene smirked. “That would surely be a pleasure.” Right as they passed by them, Bo and Poh spun around and gave the two bullies a slap on the flank. “Goodnight, girls. We’ll see ya tomorrow.” Fluttershy gasped. She was only gone for twenty minutes and already her two fillies were hurt, badly. Their cute little faces were bruised, simply pitiful to look at. “Oh my goodness, what happened to you two?” “Diamond Bitchara.”

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Original Character,Princess Cadance,Shining Armor,Tempest Shadow,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex

The Twilight Potion

Incest. The Crystal Empire's municipal waste management. Schemes.

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<p>Twilight's special lust potion malfunctions, just as a festival in the Crystal Empire derails into chaos. Through a case of severely mistaken identity, Twilight and her brother wind up in the same bed... but is there anything mistaken about it?</p><p>This is my submission for the <a href="/group/198529/incest-is-wincest/thread/531809/hearts-hooves-day-contest" rel="nofollow">Hearts and Hooves Day Contest</a> hosted by Shakespearicles!</p><p>Well, it was a good SFW run.</p>

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2024-02-13T10:07:07+00:00

2024-02-14T05:11:42+00:00

Foreword by Dawning Starlight: At first glance, it seems that a potion that transforms normal ponies (similar creatures withstanding) into an Alicorn avatar ought to be impossible. Unlike the transformation to, say, a dragon or a kirin, beings whose average levels of innate magic (AIM) are not so dissimilar that the energy required to sate the minimum requirements for existence could be easily supplied over the few seconds that a potion has to act, Alicorns require energy of another order of magnitude that is impossible to supply in a safe manner. Apologies. That was a very long sentence. Imagine a healthy pony of average build and activity. This average pony, whether unicorn, pegasus, or earth, contains the same AIM level, and to increase it to that of a kirin might require a fair infusion of mana and a small calorie burn- the directives of which can all be contained within a flask no larger than ninety milliliters. The subsequent jump between kirin to Alicorn is several thousand times more vast. The first roadblock in its impossibility is the sheer magnitude of liquid mana it would require to satisfy the magic state. As you most likely know, potions must be fully consumed within thirty seconds or the enchanted liquid binding the empowering elements- mana in this case- begins to be metabolized, the spell becomes likely to fizzle, and the unused mana causes horrifying bouts of violent diarrhea. In all my travels and insights, I have never met a pony capable of downing several gallons worth of mana potion within thirty seconds, and very few who could entertain holding up a jug that severely heavy. The second roadblock is the question of power transfer. After the potion is consumed, the spell must begin and finish quickly so the magic within the being does not degrade its process. Thus, the energy to complete the AIM jump of pony to Alicorn must be transferred through the body of the subject in a terse time frame. Researchers have theorized, in an apparent solution to both problems, that a pony might be tied to a lightning rod and drink the uninfused potion at the precise moment they are struck by lightning. Disregarding the fact that this approach only provides 10% of the energy required to complete the transformation, the end result of a pony-sized ash pile illustrates quite clearly the problem of roadblock two. That is where conventional research lets infinite power lie. No sane magician to date dares to pursue the clearly foolhardy cause of super strength, wings, and a horn… Because they are all wimps without law degrees. As a lawyer, I am aware that even the most immutable of ethics laws have their workarounds, loopholes, and grayfields; magic is no different. Recovered debris of an ancient changeling artifact reveals the possibility of changing a pony from an empowered Alicorn to a disempowered, lower form and back again. In the process, the entire genetic footprint of the subject Alicorn changed, being visually and audibly unrecognizable; biologically a different pony altogether and retaining only the cutie mark. It was from this state that the amulet could then transform the disguised pony back into her original form, fully empowered and most notably, alive. It would seem as though transforming any given pony into the biological twin of another pony who is already an Alicorn causes a magical hiccup that forces their bodies to simply assume their AIM status is as high as it ought to be, circumventing the difficulties of attempting to transform the subject to an Alicorn in their own likeness. Okay, yes. I stole Princess Celestia’s changeling amulet from the School of Magic before it could be destroyed. Full disclosure, I copied down the enchantment into a cellar’s worth of magical primers and tested out my transformation theory over trials worth forty gallons of Twilight’s blood. …But it works! I haven’t quite figured out how to change the Alicorn ponies into Alicorn versions of themselves after the initial transformation, so they all just look like Twilight, but hey, it’s more than the last thousand years’ worth of artificers could come up with! So… No hard feelings? “Dawny, could you please loosen these chains?” Princess Twilight whined, trying to shift the enormous, inch-thick chains that banded her wings and held each of her four limbs tautly out in a spread eagle position. “Remove the wing band, maybe? It’s starting to make me a little antsy…” The fact that the chains were connected to the rusty gears of an old prison rack weren’t exactly helping her nerves. “Princess,” the mad warlock glanced placidly up from her cluttered workbench and set down a bowl filled with potion. “If you were a pegasus, a unicorn, or an earth pony, this wouldn’t be such a problem.” The purple earth pony gestured to her hoof manacles, the clamplike wing band, and the small brick that sheathed Twilight’s horn and strapped down around her face like a topsy-turvy gag. “And you know testing lust potions requires this level of security. You’re not you when you’re lusty, and the entire town does not want to know who you become.” Dawning Starlight’s laboratory underneath the Castle of Friendship was where ponies went for exotic brews, both of the drinking variety and of the spiking-somepony-else’s-drink variety. There were, of course, other suppliers, but as a researcher and the security chief of the country, Dawning Starlight tended to have the freshest and most innovative stock, and when ethics precluded the sale of certain products, most could count on Dawny to have no scruples whatsoever. Plus, most ponies didn’t exactly relish in having limericks spat at them while they buy intimate gear. The need for the lab and the associated paper trail to be hidden meant that, even though she was technically a royal officer, Dawny essentially lived and worked in a dungeon. Despite the fact that her equipment consisted mostly of rickety hand-me-downs from various magic academies and arcane curios from Zecora’s workshop, the studies of the purple earth pony alone gave her the edge she needed to go about her work- with one notable exception. “But lust potions influence a pony’s emotional state,” Twilight countered. “If I’m in a sore, bad mood, the potion won’t be as effective, right?” The orange gem that sat in the place of Dawny’s right eye swiveled around to reveal a deep blue moonstone, and a scan of moonlight washed over Twilight as her security chief read her every intention. The moonstone swiveled back around to the sunstone, which glowed as a flare of yellow spirited up another length of chain and squeezed it tightly around Twilight’s barrel. “Manipulation isn’t a good look on you, boss,” the purple earth pony tsked, ignoring her Princess’s yelp of discomfort. “Especially not before the potion.” “Did you at least finish setting up the kit yet?” She groaned. “Not yet. Now hush.” Potion kits, while not unheard of, were a rather exotic complication in which the customer often ended up mixing the potion themselves, usually with some exotic ingredient that only they would have access to. Most potions, from lust potions to complicated transformation elixirs, were produced and sold as-is, since all that was required was to produce a general effect. For lust potions especially, this practice had led to some… misfires. Twilight had agonized over using these in her personal life for that every reason and had been mortified to learn that her princely brother and sister-in-law were such avid customers of the trade. To her, it was only a matter of time before some terrible accident might befall the use of these libido-boosters and some poor bystander that ended up as collateral damage, and smear their reign over the Crystal Empire. That had been the catalyst for the Homing Lust potion, the working prototype of which came in a discreet cardboard box, and had to be mixed on hand. The crucial difference between this brew and any other of a dozen brand-named lusters was that when the mane of any particular target was added to the mixture, the pony who drank it developed stirrings for them- and only them. Castle maids rejoice in newfound safety. “Wait, is that Shining Armor’s mane?” Twilight squeaked. “Could we, I don’t know… Use somepony else’s?” “No,” Dawning Starlight never looked up from the simple cup where she percolated the potion, the silky white mane of Twilight’s brother already dissolving into the mix. “Can I ask why?” Twilight usually never cracked a certain level of shrill petulance when presuming to command others. The prospect of falling head-over-hooves in love for her brother seemed to crack that emergency glass. “I have a few mane samples at the moment other than my own,” Dawny murmured, her eye glowing a little brighter as, in addition to the constant mixing, she magically pulled several drawers open and several vials from them. “Let’s see: Several of these are Fluttershy’s, because she never says no… A couple from Pinkie, since I wanted to study her… And some from you, funnily enough.” She explained quickly, as the potion neared readiness, how ethically unsound it might be if Twilight were to drink the homing potion, escape, and have an “encounter” with one of her best friends. The problem only got worse if the victim instead became the researcher in the same room as her, and the potion probably wouldn’t work if Twilight attempted to attract herself to, well, herself. At least her brother lived many, many miles away, where Twilight probably wouldn’t be able to reach while under the effects of the potion, and even if something did happen, the disaster might be at least a little more palatable for discussion if it stayed within the family. “Now open wide~” Dawny poured the finished pink draught down Twilight’s throat. “Tastes like cherry… strawberry, maybe?” Twilight licked her lips. “It’s good. I know it’s kind of a strange moment, but I think I needed a little pick-me-up.” Dawny’s head snapped up to attention. The solar gem in her eye swiveled again to its lunar form and she scanned Twilight again to see if she was pulling her hoof. No such luck. “I didn’t put anything in there to make it taste like that,” she warned, swapping again to pick up a notepad and quill. “You feeling anything out of the ordinary? Symptoms of any kind?” “A little hot maybe,” Twilight panted, seemingly unaware of the healthy pink blush passing over her features. “But that’s by design, right? I mean this is a lust potion, after all…” “Sounds about right,” Dawny absentmindedly agreed, penning down a few notes. Unintended ingredients appear to be present… Consider current trial as failure. Remember to check powder cabinet for possible taint- who sent me that stuff anyway? Twilight’s eyes had begun to wander throughout the room. It did not go unnoticed or undocumented that the most common path of her gaze leered in the direction of the Crystal Empire. “How about your thoughts?” Dawny asked, the prospect of a juicy trial run helping to drive the worry away. “Anything of a more… amorous… nature with your brother? At least more than usual?” Twilight flushed, jerked on her chains, and made to shake her head, before noticing the cold, flat glare of Dawny’s moonstone eye staring her down. “Tell me in your words, or I’ll narrate them in mine,” she warned. “I- I miss him,” Twilight mumbled. While the homing lust potion might have eroded certain inhibitions, it certainly hadn’t decreased her ability to feel embarrassment. Dawny almost felt a twinge of regret as her ruler turned herself into a bumbling, blushing mess in front of her- and all the while wrapped up in a maze of chains. It would taste a lie to say the combination didn’t flick a few levers on in the purple pony’s brain. “More than usual, I mean. It feels like I haven’t seen him in ages… “Shiny…” Twilight’s breathing continued to accelerate, pressing into the third quartile of acceptable rates. Dawny watched with interest as her pupils began to dilate and her sense of presence seemed to fade. “Oh, Shiny…” Again, as the purpose of a homing lust potion was to prevent a potentially disastrous mishap, enhancements to a pony’s virility were supposed to come with, emphasis on the with, special safeguards on the eligibility of the target. While these safeguards had been tailored to be vaguely broad for the purpose of a “broad enjoyment,” rational thought especially played a discerning role, and as far as either of them knew, Twilight harbored no secret ambitions of stealing her brother away from his lawfully wedded wife. This was why Dawny watched with increasing concern as the potion’s effects spread beyond the pale and Twilight leaned against her restraints, surreptitiously testing how far she could move with the chains- and testing whether or not escape was a possibility. “He’s your brother, remember?” The warning came as both a sensibility and a probe. “Dawning!” Twilight squawked, registering her friend’s presence as if noticing her for the first time. “Let me down! Let me down!” “But he’s your brother-” “I don’t think I care anymore!” Twilight howled as her wings rumbled against the steel band, bending it out of shape. Erratic sparks of pink pegasus magic filtered into her feathers, melding and hardening them into razor-sharp blades. Although most trained razor-wingers couldn’t quite manage the jump from dragon scales to solid steel, the strongest magic practitioner in the nation might just manage. “I NEED IT! I NEED HIM!” Five of the rivets holding the right side of the wingband popped loose and Twilight spread her wings, casting the huge steel bond violently off to the left. Wings dripping with molten magic energy, the insane grin Princess Twilight turned on her basement mare made the mad scientist seem plaintively reasonable in comparison. “How has this gone so wrong?” Twilight violently freed herself from the chains binding each of her primary limbs, roughly severing them with a mixture of sharp strokes and brute force. A ripple of searing-hot telekinesis magic popped the manacles around her hooves like kettle corn, and she stepped forward exultantly into the laboratory’s floor to declare in a thundering voice that reverberated through her entire castle: “I am going to mate with my brother, and there is nothing you or anypony else can do to stop me!” Dawny’s magic eye slid over into a dusty corner where she kept all of her just-in-case magic supplies as Twilight, too inebriated to notice, opened up her mouth to deliver another breathless spout of mad lust. She had scarcely begun the next incoherent statement before a helmet-shaped hunk of black metal crunched onto her face, sending her skidding into the far wall as the metal plates interlocked around and contained her head. This particular piece of equipment, a Compliance Bridle, ranked among one of the few state-of-the-art items in Dawny’s inventory. Along with a generous helping of ingredients, the helmet had been gifted by Princess Cadance for the “emergency” use of tranquilizing unruly ponies. Once latched on, a mind-bending slurry of sensory deprivation and fatigue spells began to affect the wearer, quickly starving even the most overstimulated of minds of any comprehensible input. So starved, the general effect was that the brain began to lose any reason to remain awake, and after a few moments of confusion, resigned itself to sleep. At this point, as long as the helmet remained powered and structurally intact, the pony would remain dormant until a certain desired time; for example, once the effect of the harrowingly failed homing lust potion wore off. Dawny caught the Princess as her legs buckled under her, steering the rapidly tiring Alicorn into a more secluded area of the workshop. She curled Twilight up into a cute little muzzled feather ball, draped a sign that read: “Horny Pony, Nobody Touchy” around her, and tucked her sleeping friend underneath a table. “Well, that was… something,” Dawny murmured, looking down at the neatly composed transcript of the entire event on her notepad. “What in Tartarus did I put in there?” Just to be safe, she shuttered the lab, drawing down a heavy security door to lock anyone out who might have a problem seeing their ruling monarch stashed unconscious under a tablecloth, and perhaps even more importantly, to keep said snoozy monarch safely tucked away, far, far away from her brother. For all that its close connection to Harmony afforded the land and its inhabitants in magic, the Crystal Kingdom, like anywhere else, had to contend with the same municipal difficulties that vexed territories the world over. At that particular moment the question on the royal platter was “waste disposal.” Unlike their organic imports, crystal goods that were not completely used up by the Empire’s relatively small population did not decompose in the landfill, and the overflowing condition of the Empire’s facilities, combined with the unusually small space with which city planners had to work with in the magic dome, made the problem quite urgent. The lazy engineers who had allowed the problem to grow so vast had already been sacked, of course, but the problem itself still remained. The engineer who came up with the solution risked their job by presenting such an odd idea, but upon close inspection it was eagerly accepted on its merits. The royalty- Princess Cadance and Prince Shining Armor- would host a large delegation of exchanges from the poorer provinces of the Dragon Lands, who, all the while enjoying the hospitality of their neighbors in the frozen north, might be obliged to use their biology to “convert” this crystal waste into material more suited for disposal. In other words, they were going to pay dragons to eat their garbage. “Honey, are you sure about this?” Shining Armor whispered to his wife as they stood to attention on the scaffold, overseeing the final preparations for the welcome festival. “I’m surprised, Shiny, that you’d make such a rookie mistake!” the pink Alicorn recoiled from him, feigning offense. Everything in her posture reeked of injured dignity except for a disarmingly wry grin, which rather ruined the picture. “Every stallion worth his salt knows not to insult his wife’s judgement within her earshot.” “I know, I know,” he conceded the point. “But still, I mean…” It was set to be the greatest festival in the Empire’s (admittedly short) recent history, built to gratify both the city’s residents and their dragon guests for however many weeks and, if necessary, drakish delegations it took to get the job done. Most shops provided a tithe of their best wares as gifts, particularly clothes and jewelry, so racks of these colorful velvet vests and silk robes lined the avenues in and out of the square to compensate the dragons for their troubles. Around the Crystal Heart in the city square were an assortment of tables, heavily supplied with bottomless casks of the very finest drinks the nation had to offer. Hopefully the grand taste of the Sweet Apple Acres’ entire export of cider and Celestia’s ancient port stores meant that, on average, their guests received a dignified meal. Following this theme, pony partygoers- including the Prince and Princess- were afforded only the humblest of fares that the Equestrian Trade Commission allowed to market. Everyone was to be served out of a single, huge cauldron of murky carrot stew and afforded a single loaf of grainy hardtack bread to mop up the thick liquid- solidarity with the dragons that were, again, literally eating their trash. While the quality of the crystal was by no means appalling, it did not go unnoticed that the Empire would receive the poorest of dragons, the ones who rarely saw a truly appetizing gem and the ones most likely to consider the scrappy, odd-tasting detritus a decent meal. Everything else, then, was merely a truly earnest attempt to sweeten what might otherwise be considered a profoundly arrogant request. Shining Armor gasped as he felt a cool, hard presence brushing up against his foreleg. Looking down revealed the faint glint of a glass flask and viscous magenta liquid percolating within. His wife, meanwhile, waited patiently for his gaze to return to hers, flustered with the realization of what the Princess of Love had seen fit to bribe him with. He stepped back, spluttering a little and flushing even more as he realized that, yes, he was going to accept. “P-point taken, Princess,” he stammered, standing upright with a few extra things at ramrod attention. “You do have a way of planning these things.” Cadance only smiled, tucking the lust potion back under her pink wings with a rustle of feathers and magic. She turned to leave, taking a few steps before glancing expectantly over her shoulder. “The usual formula?” Shining squeaked out of his dry throat. “Oh, Dawny is a brilliant warlock, that’s for sure,” Cadance sultrily consulted the potion with her, a simple but potent concoction of Rapture Rose and a few other spices and mana for some spunk; a broad spectrum sledgehammer of an aphrodisiac not unlike any other of the dozen or so she’d ordered from Dawning Starlight that month. Her eyes flicked greedily in Ponyville’s direction for a moment. “But I think even she has outdone herself with this one.” “Ooooh!” Cadance suddenly observed a small pink bouncy ball jackhammer its way up the steps of the scaffold and up to her. “Princess Princess Princess!” The little ball grew hooves, legs, and a head, popping outwards into a vaguely pony shaped object. Her husband scurried away as fast as his hooves could carry him, lest Pinkie Pie announce his “vulnerability” to the five-hundred odd construction ponies retrieving supplies for and setting up the festivities. “Ah, just on time,” Cadance greeted her guest with a gracious bow. “What do you need, Pinkie?” “Weeeeell, I saw the strangest bulletin today! Says here-” Pinkie extracted a creaseless flyer from her mouth, which detailed the numerous celebrities involved in the celebration. Such large names as Rarity and Sapphire Shores found themselves on the tailor’s list, and Rainbow Dash and the Wonderbolts were booked for several performances throughout the week. More bafflingly, it was stated that Princess Twilight Sparkle would be staying for the entire duration- a most presumptuous claim- and perhaps most strangely: “I’m the chief caterer? For a party without any cakes?” She dragged up a blackboard detailing Cadance’s entire plan with pinpoint accuracy, the two-item menu circled in bold red. “Aaaany cakes? Any at all?” Pinkie shoved the blackboard off stage left and back into the ether. “What’s up with that?” Cadance held Pinkie’s petulance in a philosophic gaze moment to tamp down its heat. Once the little pink thing remembered that she might actually expect an answer to her question, she lowered her hackles and cocked her head, looking more like a curious puppy than a bomb about to go off. “Pinkie, this event is extremely important to the kingdom,” Cadance took her aside in confidence. “The rest of your friends, while they might have offered, aren’t spending their time-” She indicated three separate lines of magnificently designed dragon cloaks hung out for display. Though Rarity had dutifully departed from her signature frilly style to cater to a draconic desire for the simple, stark, and utilitarian, her subtle insets of embroidery and severe garnet or onyx cabochons lent these heavy canvas garments an air of punctuated dignity. “-setting up this festival for free. I paid them handsomely, because I needed the best of the best. The best designers, the best performers, and the best caterers.” “Princess, I’m a baker,” Pinkie pointed out. “Not a stewer. Besides, your guests won’t even be eating the stew! They’ll be eating…” She squinted at the contents of the Crystal Empire’s dump, gleaming both in the distance and nearby as it was carted into a great food pile by the heap. “...Whatever that stuff is.” “Ah, yes,” Cadance allowed an exultantly crafty look to pass over her features. “But they’ll be drinking the finest Equestria has to offer. To cleanse the palate, you know?” It was certainly true that with an entire square to fill with drink vendors, Apple family cider and Royal port would find themselves stretched thin. Already, the Princess had been confronted by arguments between the individual kiosks over who was receiving their proper share of the supplies and confronted with the very real possibility of a shortage. “Twilight speaks very highly of your abilities. I know it’s not your expertise, but surely you could find us two more credible options? I know Sugarcube Corner has some shakes on the menu, for example…” Pinkie Pie raised a highly suspicious eyebrow and opened her mouth to call the Princess, among other things, a deceptively doddering bubblegum tart. There was, however, apparently some part of her inner pink mass that enjoyed the sound of “best of the best,” and her suspicious eyebrow disarmed itself and stowed away for later. Maybe, she mused, that was a title that she could take home and become doubly indispensable at celebrations the world over. “Okay,” she slowly agreed. “Don’t move. Be right back with the goods.” Cadance watched with interest as Pinkie backpedaled, seemingly making sure the Alicorn obeyed, and ran at full tilt down to the train station. The Princess craned her head just in time to see Pinkie hurl the conductor from the locomotive and roar away, driving the hijacked train at full tilt back toward Ponyville. So far, so good. While there were certainly more high-end options available, Sugar Cube Corner’s rich milkshakes weren’t exactly slouch standalones. The fact that the nobility overlooked their presence at most galas hardly meant that the Cake family would forgo quality, not when Ponyville sported such a robust student and foal population to sell to. Occasionally, Princess Celestia might personally swing by for a crate or two, and that was an advertisement well worth the work. It was only natural, then, that after she was released on bail, Pinkie ordered three of the caboose passenger cars to be filled with refrigerant and packed to bursting with milk, ice cream, and fresh fruits. That was the easy part. “AAAUUUGHHH!” A key lime pie blasted through the lower window of Sugarcube Corner, narrowly missing a passerby and splattering all over a signpost. “Why don’t we make any other drinks?!” Pinkie exploded, chucking cakes this time- one blotted out the display window and the other followed the key lime pie, disassociating in midair and adding a dollop of very real frosting to Sugarcube Corner’s cakelike outer facade. “I’m… oof… Breaking things… To emphasize just how cross I am right now!” To say that Sugarcube Corner sold nothing else drinkable was a bit of a misnomer, but this perplexity made the situation all the more infuriating. At that very moment, Pinkie had removed all that she could find, and while fresh fruit juice was a serviceable refreshment on a hot summer’s day, it paled in comparison to its peers at the festival, including the milkshakes she’d just sent off. For lack of better words, it was simply too plain and boring to be considered the “best of the best,” and yet it was all she had. There would be no point in outsourcing to another caterer- the whole point was for her to provide the catering- and it wasn’t as if the other hallmarks of drink making hadn’t already been consulted for delivery. Pinkie Pie bonked her head on the wall, rubbing the reverberation into her brain to really get those creative juices flowing. It would have to be something she added to the drinks to spice them up a little, she reflected, looking out at the streets of Ponyville for a sign. Inspiration came soon enough, as Tempest Shadow and Lyra Heartstrings passed through the avenue. ”… Oh, but I always have time for my most prized agents,” Tempest could be heard, speaking in relatively open confidence through the broken glass. “Are we your agents?” The sea-green unicorn grinned cattily back at the admiral. “Last I checked, the Separation of Services Act places me and Bon Bon under Dawning Starlight.” ”That’s why, my dear, I always have time for the two of you,” Tempest produced a magenta potion and several lengths of rope from her saddlebags, quickly dropping it by mouth into Lyra’s. The two shared a quick, businesslike nod, and trotted off in opposite directions. The gears in Pinkie Pie’s rain chugged with renewed interest, and happy, inspired steam poured out of her ears. The exchange reminded her that Equestrian officials of a certain rank, including Tempest Shadow and herself, were entitled to almost unlimited laboratory access, along with whatever happened to be available inside. While some of these potions were undoubtedly unsafe to drink, some, like transformation potions, were important for meeting with foreign diplomats who might feel comfortable speaking with someone of the same species or, in Tempest’s case, afforded the user specific strengths isolated by species barriers. Likewise, these potions held some value for those who wanted to take advantage of the physical variations between species and genders for other purposes. This was the primary difference between Grand Admiral Tempest and someone like Chief Justice Starlight, for while both followed rules and regulations with unvarying rigidity, Tempest cared less about the official rules than her own, which inevitably led to crates of unmarked potions mysteriously making their way into midnight barracks parties. When the chaotic and varyingly erotic hullabaloo of constant transformation- among still other potion effects- was compared to the relative dull of a stallion’s drinking party, it could not be denied that the simple addition made cheap beer a lot more interesting. So Pinkie explained, her face crammed through the tiny porthole in the laboratory’s armored security door. “And as entertaining as that would be,” Dawning Starlight snapped back. “I’m not going to help you poison Princess Cadance’s entire dragon delegation! At least not today. I have some things to attend to.” “But Tempest-” “Tempest bought that potion from me yesterday,” Dawny read her mind and interrupted her. She slammed the steel hatch shut in Pinkie’s face, turning back to the still-sleeping Princess and a new prototype of the homing lust potion. At least, she would’ve, if Pinkie Pie hadn’t somehow managed to find a completely silent way through three inches of solid steel and behind her. Because, of course, because. ”Come onnnn, I’m already here!” She whined. “Just point me towards the potion rack and I won’t bother you! Promise!” Dawny groaned and waved her off to an enormous table covered in bottles, tagged in red, yellow, and green- otherwise unlabeled- and filled with different colored liquids. ”Red ones are unsafe to drink, or they cause something unsafe to happen,” Dawny had already returned to mixing the potion. “Yellow ones are… disruptive, but they’re fine, really… Green ones are the subtle ones. Flavors and whatnot.” Pick the yellow ones, is what Pinkie heard, and to be fair, they made up so much of the table’s proportion that she would probably have had to select a few anyway. The question, then, became “which one?” Despite the derogatory comments some felt compelled to make about her level of competence, Pinkie had at least the foresight to realize that turning the dragon delegation, the Crystal nobility and a greater portion of their people into frogs would not be ideal for the festivities or the eating of crystal garbage. And considering that she did not know which of the potions might turn the drinker into a frog and Dawny didn’t appear to be in a telling mood, some strategery had to be made. Firstly, the fewer potions that she gathered to mix into the drinks, the lower the chance was that one of them might be the froggelixer. Building off of that, hopefully the potions that looked and smelt the same were the same, and perhaps near the associated ingredients as well. Pinkie thusly passed over the uniquely colored ones and the ones nearby lowly ingredients like extracts of small animals or golem enchantments. Near the back of the table, where more massively stored liquids were kept she found a series of potions practically humming with energy- perhaps too much for a simple conversion- and all similarly colored to boot. The ingredients, stored in mass, had an entire shelf dedicated to their storage marked “Princess Blood.” Of these, there were three types: “White Princess Blood,” “Blue Princess Blood,” and “Purple Princess Blood,” listed in increasing order of their contents; the vat marked “White” contained only a few vials worth, the one marked “Blue” several liters, and the one marked “Purple” was filled up to the very brim, with several gallon flasks of it corked and set off to the side. Pinkie found it amusing and a bit strange that each of these vats, however marked, all contained seemingly the same red liquid. The difference seemed to come out in the potions underneath them, though. The crackling, sparkling draught within the respective bottle did indeed appear white, blue, or purple, all run through with pink motes of sequinny light. Unsurprisingly, the purple ones made up the vast majority of these, and with so much supply it was hardly a shock that they made up nearly a third of all the potions on the table. Humming, Pinkie Pie gathered up all these bottles in her forelegs and walked on her hind legs to the still-closed and never-before-opened-in-recent-memory steel door. “Hey, Dawny, would you mind-” The solar stone in Dawny’s eye roared with energy and the five-ton security door crashed upward into the ceiling. She didn’t turn to check whether or not the little pink headache had chosen to leave, and in spite of her frustration, was too engrossed in debugging her earlier failed experiment to slam the door again behind her. “Thank you!” Pinkie Pie bounced up and out of the stairs leading down to the Castle of Friendship’s basement, making all haste for Sugarcube Corner. She mixed as much of the vaguely grape-tasting, fizzy potions into the fruit juices as was possible without truly changing the taste of the drink, ensuring to properly test each one to make sure of uncompromised quality before carting these preparations to the train for transport to the Crystal Empire. “P-Princess!” The Ponyville terminal guards saluted Pinkie Pie as she approached. “Are you… aware that the Crystal Empire has requisitioned the train for the transportation of… uh- festival goods?” “Well, of course I’m aware, silly!” Pinkie Pie stamped her hooves impatiently and flared her Alicorn wings. “I’m the one who told you about the whole thing!” “Wait-” the second guard cocked his head. “No, it was the pink one, right? The one we arrested earlier, the one who ‘hijacked’ the train, right? What’re you-” The first guard gave his partner a sharp nudge in the ribs. “Of course, Princess,” the second guard mumbled. “Carry on then.” Then the two of them cantered off somewhere far away from the weirdness. Shrugging the whole thing off, Pinkie Pie loaded up the “enhanced” juice and clambered back into the locomotive, shutting the door with the hum of lavender magic and relighting the coal fire at the same time. She only looked down at herself when the train got up to speed and blew her purple mane back into her face, and found Twilight Sparkle where Pinkie Pie used to be. “Ah,” she shrugged again. “So that’s what the potion does. Cool!” The delivery went off without a hitch, precipitating a number of relieved congratulations from Princess Cadance. The supplies were quickly hoisted off the ice-filled train cars into dedicated refrigerators, and Pinkie Pie set herself to mixing the milkshakes for the dragons, who arrived shortly thereafter. Since the shakes were best when made to order, they were the scarcest, and by some unfortunate mistake a whole half of the dragon delegation was too young to drink alcohol, the “magically enhanced” juices ended up the primary refreshment for them and the ponies sitting down for the commencement of festivities. Although no bones were made about the civic duty of the crystal ponies to eat the poor carrot slop they had been provided in solidarity with the dragons, who dutifully brought plates of the crystal detritus to table, it could hardly be enforced and there were a number of them, nobles especially, who sickened at the sight and chose to forgo food for drink. To their credit and the dragon’s amusement, unlike the literal trash they had been tasked with eating, their host’s stew truly was a revolting mixture. Whatever unscrupulous shark sold them the liquid chose only the most putrid of carrots- the ones unlikely to sell at market- to boil for hours on end in the presence of a dozen other mystery goods until they were more like a semisolid orange sludge than any recognizable vegetable. At most anypony could manage was a small bowl of the stuff, the dragons eagerly turned back to their garbage after the slightest sip, and even Princess Cadance had to admit that, yes, it was easily the worst thing she’d ever tasted. Shining Armor and the small contingent of Royal Guards he’d brought with him from Canterlot watched with immense interest as their subjects turned green with the effects of the Guards’ old rations and subsequently attempted to drown themselves in sweet fruit juices to wash out the rank taste. On the bright side, this allowed him to score some extra points for the Equestrians in the iron stomach contest, using only a plain glass of water to wash the revolting food down. It wasn’t long before things started to get even more interesting. “Ow!” Twilight Sparkle yelped after cracking her teeth on a crystal panel. “What… what in the…” The former dragon looked for her talons and the scales of her arms, finding only downy purple fluff and hooves where they used to be. At least she still had her wings, but these too had changed, becoming softer and lighter- and to top this strange transformation was a single lavender horn, coursing with the billowing, thunderous power of earth, wind, and star. “Twilight?” Shining Armor rose to his hooves. He hadn’t seen the transformation that so quickly overtook the dragon. “What’s going on? When did you get here? And… What exactly are you doing?” “Twilight” hardly had the time to be horrified by the novelty before her partners at the table began to change themselves, crystal ponies fading from their gemmy, geometric coats and sprouting lavender fur and dragons slouching awkwardly in their upright posture as their upright bodies shortened and widened into the quadrupedal barrels of a small, cute pony. All changed stature and hair color to match Twilight’s, looking at each other in bewildered panic. Though her husband was spared, Cadance was not, and the newly anointed “Twadence” looked down at herself in benign interest. “Huh? Oh… Right,” she mused inwardly. “Well, it’s not every day you get to romp around in the body of your beautiful sister-in-law. If you’ll excuse me, ladies~” Three hundred Twilight Sparkles and Shining Armor watched as Twadence meandered off to a vaguely private corner and the sounds of vigorous self exploration- the origins of which could barely be called ambiguous- wafted back over to them. Then three hundred Twilight Sparkles turned back to the only royal officer they had left. “Oh boy,” Shining Armor gulped. Quickly the crowd got through some basics: No, Shining Armor didn’t know what exactly was going on or how to turn them back. However, he and a few other choice stallions that didn’t transform had only drank water, so… take that as they might. Yes, they ought to call the military. Tempest Shadow might be able to find the real Twilight Sparkle and set up some damage control. And no, Sergeant, making out with one of the transformers did not make you a prince. But barely into Shining’s efforts to wrangle the problem, a particular hiccup of Alicorn ascension began manifesting itself, beginning with the very first transformer. “P-Prince Shining,” she stepped forward, wings rising. In fact everything about her body was rising, from the individual hairs on her back to the ambient temperature, smoldering with mana and ozone as the lavender faded from her eyes and an outpour of bright white light took its place. “What’s… happening to me?” Twilight- or her stand-in- let out an earsplitting cry as a huge blast of white energy rippled through her body and sailed from her horn, atomizing a sizable chunk of the Crystal Empire’s gathered trash before glancing off the remainder of the pile and sailing up into the higher atmosphere. If the dragon were a pony with a cutie mark, this missile might have had the honor of painting the sky with its colors; instead, the magic warhead simply exploded, cratering part of Mount Everhoof’s peak and sending angry pulses of aurora out to dance with the windigos. Her energy spent, she slumped down onto Shining Armor, breathing heavily along with him. The two of them then slowly tipped over to the ground, where they could both rest in shell-shocked and charred stupidity. The Twilightized crowd watched in awe as the formerly average adolescent dragon unleashed enough energy to power their homes for a decade in a singularly awesome fireworks display. The awe changed, rather quickly, to dread as they realized not only how painful the process had been for her, but that they were next. Poor steamed Prince Shining simply was too tired to resist the headless-chicken panic that then overtook them. By the time Tempest Shadow arrived with help, the city was in a state of utter chaos. The terrified Twilights panicked as they ran away from their violently discharging counterparts, often only to collapse in pain themselves and add to the awesome display. While the dragons and other foreigners only had identical white flares to launch, ponies that underwent the transformation retained their cutie marks and so the sky lit up with the brilliant flashes of color and the uniqueness of their endlessly varying shapes. A shame, then, that it sounded so much like a warzone. “Get this crowd contained!” she barked commands to the pegasus warriors filing out of the train behind her. “I want hospital staff out here setting up field centers within the hour. And you-” Tempest snapped up Dawny by the scruff of her neck and dragged her toward where Shining Armor and Cadance tried, in vain, to placate the crowd. “You’we gong to tell them exshactly how to fix this,” the taller pony still somehow managed to sound authoritative speaking through a mouthful of fur. “The potion’ll wear off in a few hours!” Dawny squawked, tugging fruitlessly to free herself from the Admiral’s iron grasp. The much stronger pony evaded her flinging and a bolt of lighting cracked out of her broken horn, zapping her captive. “Yeow! There! Now take me back to Ponyville! I need to fix it!” “What? What’s going on in Ponyville?” Shiny asked urgently. Old habits of the Canterlot Royal Guard died hard, it seemed, as he somehow forgot the state of bedlam his own kingdom was in. “It’s in my lab,” Dawny tried to explain. “There’s an experiment-” “Another failed potion, I expect,” Tempest rolled her eyes as she set the agitated researcher down. “Listen here, Dawning: I don’t care what insane petri dish you have brewing back in Ponyville. You’re not just some crackpot scientist who lives in Twilight’s basement. You’re the Security Chief of Equestria, and I expect you to start acting like it.” “Hold there, Admiral,” Prince Shining stepped forward and peered down at Dawny. “You think this potion’ll wear off on its own?” “I know it will,” Dawny nodded earnestly. “It’s a common safety mechanism. There’s really no reason for me to be here, and I think you in particular might appreciate my keeping that other experiment contained…” “But there is!” Princess Cadence cut in quickly, identified by her crown and restyled mane. She turned for a moment to her husband to ensure he remained unconvinced of Dawny’s correctness. “Dawny, you run one of the country’s largest breweries. Ponies know you and your expertise, and, to be fair, you did brew this potion. If you stay and help reassure them that the potion will wear off, I guarantee we’d appreciate that very much.” “Well…” As much of a reputation Dawny might have garnered as a snarky little minx, she could hardly mouth off to a direct request from one of the Princesses. She looked up to Shining Armor for some reprieve. “Don’t look at me,” Shining raised a hoof in protest. “I questioned her judgement once already today, and I’m not making that mistake again.” “Drat,” Dawny muttered. “Fine. Princess, you’re with me. I’ll need a test subject to determine the actual time frame of the wind-down.” Then, she muttered underneath her breath as she led Cadance away to the hospital: “It’s your funeral.” If the homing lust potion had faded entirely over a single moment, the real Twilight Sparkle might have stayed asleep until she were in a more convenient state. Instead, as is naturally the case, the hazy tendrils of the potion gradually relaxed its grip on her mind, bringing her more and more mental acuity while still leaving Twilight a poor, bothered mess. The Compliance Bridle around her head hummed with the effort of keeping her under, the thick black glass of the steel goggles flickering with dull lavender as Twilight’s visceral subconsciousness wrestled with the fatigue spell. Her legs and wings twitched in varying degrees, hazily attempting to scrabble upright. One particularly violent series of flaps sent her rolling out from under the table, leaving Dawny’s sign behind and depositing herself in the middle of the floor. The sudden stimulus provoked her body even more, and she actually managed to hold her head upright and wonder for a moment what was going on. It’s not entirely certain what happened next. Perhaps rolling across the floor accidentally knocked a component of the Bridle loose, although the wrought-iron construction had been reinforced for just such an event. Another theory is that Twilight attempted to cast a spell to protect herself- however unlikely that outcome was given the magic nullification enchantments and fatigue spells within the equipment, nothing changed the fact that no sooner had she performed that particular motion, little pink sparks began to dance near the metal covering her right temple. A few seconds later, these sparks coalesced and popped like a firecracker, illuminating the right lens of the Bridle with a violent pink flashbang. The explosion cracked the metal, and its hinges gave one last groan before falling cleanly off of Twilight’s unharmed face. The sound of a ten-pound steel helmet meeting rock floor brought all the light back to Twilight’s brain that the explosion failed to, and she curiously prodded at the mangled metal mess with a hoof before turning back to the laboratory door. While the closed security door could never dream of holding its own against a fully powered, determined Alicorn, it could certainly tire her out, so that when she eventually pried the thick metal apart, Twilight might never make it to the Crystal Empire before the potion wore off. Thanks to Pinkie Pie, the door was wide open. Thus unimpeded, Twilight let slip a breathy sigh of anticipation, and clambered her way drunkenly up the stairs to her castle proper. Once out in the open, she enjoyed the perfect, open freedom to fly lopsidedly- yet vigorously- in the direction of the Crystal Empire. By the time Twilight found her way through the northern ice wastes and to the Empire, night had fallen over Equestria. Being several hours after the initial transformation, Dawny’s estimate for the Twilight-tized ponies and dragons had begun to become due, and she and Tempest Shadow duly organized the peaceful wearing off of the potion in various field hospitals and medical centers. Keeping the law and order intact as relatives of these ponies inquired after the well being of their kin superseded the power of Tempest’s Shock Guard and required the joint strength of the Crystal Guard as well; most of these guards and indeed the whole senior castle staff found themselves employed in this way. Exceptions to that rule of course included anyone who transformed, including Princess Cadance, who at the time had been relegated to a hospital bed of her own, and staff that were otherwise needed, like Prince Shining Armor and his attendants. “You’d think he’d at least have the decency to stand down here after forcing me to stay,” Dawning Starlight groused. “He does have a lot of things to attend to,” The Twilightized Princess Cadance reasonably pointed out from her hospital bed. She would have gesticulated a little more forcefully in the defense of her husband, but the thousand-and-one health monitors that strung her up like a doll made it difficult. She watched in patient amusement as Dawny buzzed between the various stacks of machine paper and dutifully jotted down the proper notes- if a bit huffily. “I mean, it’s not like I’m not getting work done,” she went on. “This is actually some pretty interesting stuff, and it’s important for my Alicorn studies, so you know… thanks.” “...No problem,” Cadance eyed the wires suspiciously. “Speaking of, you feel any more… magicky than before?” Dawny readied a notepad. “I wanna know just how similar this made you to Twilight. Coincidentally, it helps with the whole ‘transformation’ thing, so I’d advise answering honestly.” “Not particularly,” she pushed a small shower of pink sparkles out of her horn. “It still looks like my magic, at least.” “Good, good,” Dawny nonchalantly retrieved a long dowel-shaped object from her tools, brandishing the rubber-tipped wand with a burst of orange magic. “Now we’re going to test how magical surges affect your transformed state. Who knows, maybe it’ll wear off faster…” To be clear, it was common knowledge that Princess Cadance strove in her own time to entrench herself deeply in the fetishistic community, so deeply in fact that being ministered by a mad scientist in a hospital bed might find itself in the hallmarks of her tamer exploits- especially among those she forewent herself and instead chose to inspire in other ponies. However, the particular personage of this arrangement, along with its calmness, overwhelmed even her sensibility. “Is- Is that a vibrator?” Cadance squirmed in her bed a moment, curious eyes fixed on the device before returning to Dawny. “Oh, get your mind out of the gutter,” the purple earth pony tutted, swatting the Alicorn of Love on the head with the vibrator before returning to her work. Even though not a mote of perverse hunger passed her voice or face, it would taste a lie to say the dominion over a Princess in such a state did not please her, and she smiled wickedly as the device whirred to life. “It’s a scientific vibrator. Now hold still...” Cadance’s willingness to be tested on and essentially dominated by Dawny represented a bit more than her commitment to her people or Dawny’s revenge. As an Alicorn, her magical metabolisms moved so much faster than the average pony’s, and as such she tended to process potions much faster. By recording the time it took an Alicorn to process a pot- even those that transformed them into a different being entirely- the time other beings could take to do the same was just a few simple unit conversions away. Much of the active personnel found one excuse or another to watch and wait for the exact moment Princess Cadance reverted, since that time represented their only hope of their shifts ending. Besides, they’d bedded Cadance inside, where it was warm. All this coalesced into a night of unusually perfect emptiness around the town square and the castle, so very stark that there simply was nopony to notice as Twilight arrived, crumpling onto the stairs upon landing and oozing into the castle halls. Thankfully possessed of enough intelligence to make her way through the castle corridors, she slunk in a practiced path through the crystal corridors until, veritably frothing at the mouth with need and dripping with the selfsame anticipation, she creaked open her brother’s chambers and crept inside. “What a day,” he sighed, peering over several drafts of apology letters to the Dragon Lands. Undoubtedly Princess Ember would have some very unpleasant things to say about what happened to her subjects… Whatever it was that happened to her subjects. And Twilight… Twilight leapt airily up onto his desk, sending his papers flying and staring crazily down at her brother, gasping with the potion-induced hunger. But, strangely, he didn’t seem all that concerned. “Cadance, what … Ah, well. Hello, dear,” he smiled up at Twilight. “I guess you couldn’t even wait until the potion wore off, huh?” “What does that have to do with anything?” Twilight cocked her head, only slightly fazed by the question. “I just wondered what my sister might think about us… you know… when you’re still romping around in her body,” he shrugged noncommittally, taking the opportunity to run his hoof along Twilight’s hind legs to emphasize the point. The lavender Alicorn flinched and squeaked, sensitive to that touch, and to this he gave a quick kiss and a wink. “Oh, who am I kidding… This probably turns you on. … How was Dawning Starlight? I know sometimes she gives a good ‘stimulating’ foreplay…” “Invasive, as usual,” Twilight’s brain dully applauded her brother’s marvelous insight into her condition. After all, aside from that odd comment, everything seemed more or less in line. Encountering no resistance, she continued to sidle toward her brother like a predatory cat, and the two of them continued like this until Twilight found herself standing over him on the royal mattress. “But that’s Dawny for you.” “Oh, give the mare some credit,” Shiny smiled. Though the good-natured Prince had never been one for reveling in the faults of others, he spoke of a special warmth for the eccentric supplier that kept him and his wife so happy. After all, was it not Dawny that sold Cadance her latest batch of lust potions, the promised bribe of which he was so certainly accepting? “Hasn’t she ‘out-done herself’ with this batch of brews?” “Oh, that she has,” Twilight’s tongue flicked in and out, moistening her muzzle. “I don’t think…” She gasped, stopping to catch her breath. Perhaps the homing lust potion gained in strength over her in that moment, exultant at finally reaching its target, but for whatever reason a firm burst of wind magic rippled through the room, silencing his writing candles and banishing the natural iridescence of the magical crystal castle. The only light thereafter came from Twilight’s sultrily narrowed eyes, burning with a sinister lavender light. “I don’t remember ever feeling this way before~” Then she rushed forward, lunging and latching onto her brother, kissing and convulsing with such force that she might have been mistaken for a leech attempting to suck out his soul. She flared her wings in the ultimate display of dominance, unleashing an even stronger magic blast from her feathers before wrapping them around her brother and diving deeper into the bed. Of course, this wasn’t how Twilight usually behaved during her intimate pursuits, and there was much to blame on the vastly malfunctioning homing lust potion for that. Though vast wealth and want for image afforded the seniority of the Equestrian government immense privacy, there were still some very specific grapevines that these officials, especially the Princesses, were expected to use for their “relief.” Usually, Twilight would slip in a whisper to her chambermaid about a pressing “need,” and that night, a catalogue of strapping, high-profile stallion models would find itself neatly tucked underneath her covers. Proper procedure then dictated that she mark, with invisible ink, which stallions she wished to see, if she wanted to see multiple at once or a sampler over multiple days, etc, and then to dispose of the booklet in the trash can in her room. Her first time, and many times after that, had thusly some at the hooves of those stallions, delivered in secret by guards to her door. She would blush, whispering shyly as she invited them in, they did their work and left, the Princess temporarily sated and the stallion prostitutes’ saddlebags heavier with many hundreds of bits. The icy exchange often chilled the warm presence of afterglow far too quickly, and her libido successfully quelled, Twilight often cried the rest of herself to sleep. So, perhaps, in a way, Shining Armor was her first. “Yes! Yes! It feels so…” However worrying that was. “Amazing! Now I remember… I’ve definitely never felt this way before!” Certainly there were some memory games afoot as she bounced up and down on Shining Armor, shooting pleasure through her brother’s assets and wrecking her brain with that electrifying blast. Conveniently she forgot, rather selfishly, that not only that her lovely partner was none other than her brother, and that they might surely produce a truly wretched child, but married to her beloved Cadance, her beloved former caretaker and a wonderful, if sexually deviant friend. Yet Twilight remembered, with the impossibly vast ecstasy of anticipation, that after her brother filled her up with the magical warmth of breeding, he was the sort of upstanding stallion who would keep that warmth cozily burning as he slept with her ‘till morning. Her heart melted, she screamed in pleasure and gladness, and then she tried to push the pedal past the metal and down through the floor. “Cady- Hahhh…” Shining Armor gasped for breath, doing his best not to black out as Twilight rapidly squeezed all of the feeling out of the back half of his body. “What’s gotten into you…” The hardcore, almost violent method of womb-wrecking thrusting Twilight indulged herself in simply was overwhelming the poor stallion, and he was quickly nearing his limit… of patience. While, yes, the rapid movements of his sister’s carnal walls around him undeniably felt wonderful, it also felt like his cock was going to snap in half. This particular feel of twiggy stress was also the only sensory sensation poor Shining Armor seemed to feel in the entire lower portion of his body, so much so that while the pleasure from his “corona ball” was very much being transmitted, the Prince hardly had the personal courtesy of knowing how close he was to climax. He only knew that he hadn’t released his finality yet, because if he had, the whole ordeal might have ended already. And this is not to say either that Shining Armor was a wimp in the sack either, or by any measure a weak pony. As Cadance’s husband, he fell victim not only to his wife’s crackpot domestic policy but also to her near-endless knowledge of, and imagination in, the breadth and application of the fetishistic underworld. Accordingly, their games were played like games of cat-and-mouse, campaigns of perverse strategy in which the two constantly fought over dominance, conceding and taking the reins in a quest for maximum pleasure and exploration. Often, Princess Cadance orchestrated complex chains of events, unfolding in the very unlikeliest of ways just to bring new fetishes to their doorstep. From long nights and sometimes even days of careful practice, Shining Armor knew how to tie ponies down just loose enough so that it wouldn’t hurt but tight enough to drive them crazy with submissive vulnerability, how to properly melt into a tender kiss and segue into gentle ministration, and much much more, though his affinity for manipulative parley still greatly lacked. In that sense, his current situation was that of a talented fencer tasked with battling a locomotive- and Prince Shining Armor was tired of being run over. Careful not to be too rough, he shoved on Twilight’s midriff, unsheathing himself from his rider and rolling to the side to dodge her grab. With two hooves he held down her wings and realizing he had no other limbs to work with, snapped with his mouth desperately at anything other than his dying, bluer-than-usual member that he could satisfy his dread sister with. It was at this point that another quirk of the Crystal Empire and its castle became rather important. While most of the rooms, like the kitchen for the pleasure of its diners, or the barracks for the privacy and freedom of the guards, were almost perfectly soundproof, the royal bedchambers were not. As a matter of fact, after the unfortunate demise of Princess Amore and under the brief but paranoid reign of the usurper King Sombra, construction ponies ensured that, while still being structurally stable, the royal suite was perhaps the least soundproof room in the whole kingdom; the idea was that no intruder might sneak in and attack the king in his sleep without being discovered. But of course this measure was not without its problems, and Sombra did sacrifice some primacy of safety for greater dignity for himself and his slave harem in the form of a small crystal ball, containing a silence ward. The fragile ward masked all sound in the room, provided the small sphere remained perfectly intact, and the thing was kept on the royal bedside, reachable in case of a struggle, where it remained for several hundred years of relative peace. “G-ghhaaahh…” Twilight reclined on the bed, legs splayed out and twitching at the admittance of such a huge, comforting presence. Several times larger than Shining Armor’s own capability, the orb seemed to be the limit of Twilight’s passion, working like an enormous nether pacifier. “You’re… really energetic today, honey,” Shining Armor panted, cooling off a sudden burst of magic he’d used to temporarily bind his sister on the bed and apply the “stopgap,” as it were. “Hopefully this keeps you awhile…” He took the opportunity for a quick breather, and once he’d finished his little recharge, grabbed ahold of the crystal ball’s base with a zap of tingly telekinesis and gave it a little tug. The lack of movement the makeshift experienced was only as surprising as the time it took for Shining to look up and behold his sister’s expression, taut as she held back the object inside her with her own magic, eyes sharply in a lustful splendor. “Cady…” he warned. “Come on, let go…” He pulled again. Twilight indulged herself in continuing the tug of war. “I don’t know what this thing does!” Shining yanked insistently on the base. “It could be important!” “I don’t caaare…~” Twilight mumbled in a singsongy voice. “Oh, keep going~” “Oh, fine! I’ll just… do it… myself-” And then the bottom base snapped off, breaking the integrity of the silence ward and shooting the crystal ball even further into a fleshy abyss of sorts from which it might never return. “Cadance!” Shining Armor admonished, a flush overtaking his white-coated muzzle. “Aw, brilliant. That’s stuck now. I hope you enjoy explaining this to the doctor…” Unlike her feeble comrades, Admiral Tempest Shadow did not yearn for the comfort of warmth, or at least, she was smart and dutiful enough to secure that commodity on her long patrol route through the city. Trotting through the courtyard, she was the only one to hear Shining Armor’s shout of “Cadance!” wafting softly but clearly from the castle’s superstructure. Familiar as the great commander was with the design of the various palaces and the particular history of the Crystal Palace and Sombra’s paranoid choice for soundproofing, she knew there would be only one reason why such a sound might be out for her to hear. She dashed back to the hospital, where the soldiers had begun to cheer. “Thank Celestia, we’re almost over!” they exulted, patting the newly reverted Princess Cadance on the back as they welcomed her back into the world. “How long before the others?” “Just a few hours,” Dawning reassured them, stepping toward the door to address the worried families outside. “Why don’t you all relax? I’m sure the Princess, the Admiral and I are more than enough to keep this situation under control-” “Soldiers!” Tempest Shadow threw the door open, walloping Dawny in the process, and galloped through at full tilt to the mildly surprised Princess and a platoon of shocked soldiers. “Someone’s broken into the castle. Circle back, double time!” Nobody moved. The general consensus was just to stand there, shell-shocked and consulting with their peers on what exactly was going on after such a long day. Somepony in the back coughed. “NOW!” Tempest turned toward the nearest Shock Guard and snapped a lightning bolt at him through her broken horn, watching in contempt as the befuddled sergeant yelped and bolted for the door. “Move it or lose it, you sorry excuses for proper soldiers! You’d better pray you catch the intruder before I catch up with you, or you’ll be rubbing the dings out of your butts till the day you die…” She trailed off as she and Shock Guard got farther away, barreling towards the Crystal Castle. The Crystal Guard stayed frozen for a few more seconds before one of the guards turned to follow. “Wait,” Princess Cadance calmly stopped the crystal pony with a hoof on his shoulder. “Stay here. In fact, all of you…” she dragged her eyes around the room, making contact with every one of her loyal soldiers, ensuring they didn’t get any bold ideas. “All of you should stay here. I’ll go.” “We are not afraid of any enemy, Princess!” the soldier she was holding back declared. “We serve and fight for the Empire and at your pleasure!” “A brave sentiment,” Cadance nodded wisely, sizing up this loyal stallion for later. “One we should all be grateful for. But tactically, I cannot in good conscience leave my good citizens unguarded, not in this vulnerable state- Therefore, I alone go to join them.” That seemed to be enough for the guard, who honestly appreciated the opportunity to rest, but not for Dawning Starlight, who stepped forward with incense. “But he’s your husband!” she screamed, scandalized. “Show some respect for his well-being! Why would you keep the guard here, when they could guide Tempest Shadow’s ponies through your castle? You know they can’t know where they’re going…” The trouble with navigating the Crystal Castle in particular was that, as a structure that was less built as was generated, from ground floor to the highest steeple, it featured a great many organic inflections and imperfections within its walls, resulting in secret passageways and corridors that led right into dead ends. These passages were of course less used by the guards and servants, or anyone that spent any appreciable length of time there, but to the inexperienced eye of foreign soldiers, any one of these passages represented a possible escape route for the intruder or a shortcut through the castle. “Why, Dawny, you surprise me,” Cadance smiled with a silkiness that bordered on wickedness. “You surprise me. Are you so unconfident in my abilities as a leader and a fighter?” “Yes,” Dawny nodded vigorously. “Are you expecting another emergency?” “You never know, right?” Cadance sidled closer to Dawny, close enough that the perturbed pony could feel her breath as she whispered: “If you’re so worried, you could come too… See if you know what’s going on…” Dawny squeaked and skittered back from Cadance upon feeling a telekinetic “dilation” poking around behind her, staring in shock at the Princess’s predatory glare. The lunar stone rotated in her eyes to face her, and the purple earth pony tried to swallow down the heart in her throat as the light blue scan of a scrying spell washed over Cadance. The Princess smirked and turned away, leaving Dawny with a growing pit of dread in her stomach and herself with a newfound appreciation for Princess Celestia’s super strength spell-blockers. The lobby of the Crystal Castle was in a state of utter bedlam when she materialized inside. She smiled as she watched the hapless guards, who, just as Dawny had warned, were tripping over themselves with absolutely no idea where to go. “We’re back from the northeastern corridor!” one group reported. “Anything to report?” “What do you think?” Tempest Shadow seemed to have gone, tirelessly chasing down Shining Armor’s more impassioned cries of “Cadance! Cadance!” and occasionally she could see doors violently opening and shutting on the second floor as the commander rushed between them- sometimes breaking them off of their delicate hinges in the process. Princess Cadance ignored the soldiers arguing around her and went on. “Oh, we’re back, we’re back!” “Found at last!” “It’s been four years!” Most of the soldiers chose to regroup in the first floor foyer, so while there were always a certain density of guardsponies around the stairs leading to the second floor, their relative small number and reluctance to continue exploring the castle meant that Cadance scarcely saw a single soldier diving through the deepest depths of the castle’s cerulean upper corridors- at least, not other than the one she was looking for. She continued at a leisurely, trotting pace until coming close upon the Admiral, at which point Cadance took several deep breaths and galloped severely to intercept her. “Admiral!” Her wings fluttered most convincingly as the Alicorn drew alongside her partner. “Good to see you, Princess!” Tempest growled, some of the frustration at her failing to properly navigate the upper floors spilling into her voice. “Perhaps it’s not too late to reach your husband-” “Aaah! C-Cady…!” “-It would appear that he’s putting up a good fight,” the Admiral nodded. “Shall we?” “Of course!” Cadance led the Admiral through a series of twists and turns, through several false walls and to one of her many “lairs” within the castle. “It’s a shortcut to our chambers,” so the devious Princess said of the door and the dark, unlit room within. “We’ll get the drop on the intruder this way.” Tempest nodded with all the compliance of a good little soldier and crept over the threshold, immediately buzzing a little blue lantern of sparking lightning from her horn as she made her way to a fairly obvious crevice in the corner of the room- another one of those quirky crystal inflections that, to Cadance’s credit, actually did lead to their room. As Tempest Shadow stepped further and further into the trap, the darkened navy crystals that made up the floor and the lower walls began to hum and glow a dark magenta, setting the sultry mood for two cloaked figures to emerge from the corners. “Who dares?!” Tempest Shadow wasted no time in targeting the closer one with a barrage of lightning bolts. Moving with trained ease and calmness, this figure’s horn shone yellow before deflecting each bolt to dissipate against the walls, and sending the last one to crackle over Tempest Shadow’s armor. Before the Admiral could launch another volley, a yellow concussion blast from the selfsame fighter picked Tempest up off her feet and threw her towards the doorway, colliding with a rosy barrier Cadance had erected at the portal. Tempest glared in confusion up at the sheepish Princess. “What is this?” she asked, a hard edge of betrayal sneaking into her voice. “This isn’t a betrayal, Tempest,” Cadance tried to impart the very most calming tone into her voice. The awkward grin and flush taking to her features was merely a natural bonus. “You’re my friend… And can’t friends do favors for each other that coincidentally benefit both parties from time-to-time?” “Some favor,” Tempest groaned, re-adjusting her armor as she rose to her feet, casting a suspicious glance at the figures behind her. “What’s the deal?” “I’m afraid I just need you out of the way for a teensy bit,” Cadance giggled. “A game with Shiny, you know…” “I should’ve,” Tempest groused, her disposition instantly growing doubly dour. “And how have you deigned to pay me for whatever role I’ve played in you and your whacked husband’s sex games?” “... Sex games?” Cadance’s sheepish, overly wide grin got a little wider. The two cloaked figures shook off the canvas covering their heads, revealing Lyra Heartstrings and Bon Bon, both smiling widely at their Admiral. While Bon Bon at least had some decency to stand at awkward attention in the rest of her cloak, her unicorn wife had no such inhibitions, and she provided Tempest with an airy advertisement of her sea-green flank that left very little to the imagination. Completing the perversion came a sultry wink on the part of the agent and a splutter from the admiral. “Traitors…” That was the only word Tempest could think of to say. “Now, now,” Cadance tutted. “These are some Very Helpful Ponies. Intelligence gathering wouldn’t be the same without them. Now go on, have your fun, enjoy your reward… I know I’ll be enjoying mine~” Though it was at this point Cadance let the doors shut behind her and, indeed, she barricaded it soon after, she couldn’t help waiting the theatre of foreplay out, listening through the door. As soon as the action between the three of them began did Cadance start up again, now totally unimpeded, to her quarters, but she made her way breathing sharply, squeezing and pleasuring herself to the tune of that imagination. Scarcely noting the twists and turns that had by now become instinct, Cadance lost herself in the remembrance of Tempest’s first indignant refusals, blustery and yet infirm as she retreated from Lyra’s probing hoof. This quiet, shy resistance of the Admiral continued until she clacked against the wall- to think, and certainly Cadance gasped in devious pleasure at that thought: that the great and powerful Tempest Shadow could ever be so fearful and demure? Yes, the poor little thing must’ve closed her eyes in nervous fear as Lyra pried that prideful epaulet away from her shoulder, sending it and the Admiral’s protections clattering away to the ground. Good girl; and then following with a silent, deep kiss with that sultry click as the two separate… Tempest would have known at that moment she was safe, and taken that invitation to tumble more roughly and loudly with Lyra and her partner. When Cadance at last stumbled up the doors to her bedchambers, she herself hardly knew from whence she’d come, but could easily be tracked by the water-trail, and camouflaged herself in the silent aftermath of the heavy smell of sex quite well. Thus hidden by scent, she flapped over to the bed, peeling the sodden covers back to reveal the little purple prize. Success. “Was there really ever any doubt?” she patted herself on the back on another caper well done. Although this one might perhaps require a more delicate approach… She removed Twilight from her bed and slowly unwrapped the ball of lavender pony in her hooves, retiring to a corner far enough away from her husband so that whatever might follow would not wake him. Cadance splayed her sister-in-law out over her lap, nestling her head in her wings for the application of tenderness and a hoof between the girl’s legs for an application of dazing happy zaps. A kiss on Twilight’s forehead woke her up from her sleep. “S-Shining?” Twilight asked, conscious of nervousness for the first time in a long while; the potion had long worn off. “Not quite,” Cadance smiled tenderly down at her sister-in-law. Twilight’s pupils shrank to pinpricks as she realized who she had addressed, and she opened her mouth to scream. Cadance quickly anticipated the move, and Twilight’s historical yell was sadly strangled in its throat by a mouthful of pink fur. “We wouldn’t want Shiny to wake up, now would we?” Cadance quietly urged her to see reason. Twilight shook her head and the tension in her body calmed momentarily, though her pupils still looked so small that they might have collapsed into themselves and formed black holes. Her voice trembled when she next spoke, and the shameful words came out so softly as if spoken by a dead pony. Which, of course, if it had been anypony else’s husband, she might well have been. “O-oh, Celestia,” she paled, feeling with alarm the huge crystal ball still slightly distending her abdomen and the sticky warmth the fixture held deep within her. “What did I do?” “Well,” Cadance curiously pressed down on the hard lump and savored in Twilight’s stifled gasp. “You appear to have lain with your brother.” “Cadance, you have to believe me,” Twilight stammered, defaulting to the predictable next reaction: tears. “I couldn’t- I couldn’t-” “Shhh…” “He’s your husband!” She excoriated herself, sobbing into her former babysitter’s offered wing. “He’s my brother! That’s your marital bed! What is wrong with me?” “Oh my…” Cadance thought it would be best to let the tears run their course. “I regret everything! I regret everything I’ve ever done!” She waited until Twilight at least entered some kind of pliable state before continuing- after all, it would hardly do to try to make an argument to her while the poor pony was still whipping herself. Thanks to a combination of a tight hug and some whispered soothing- an ageless cure-all indeed- the time it took to bring Twilight back up from rock bottom was fairly low. “Y-you mean you’re not mad?” Twilight finally whispered. “I’ve been madder,” Cadance shrugged slyly, whispering back in confidence: “You know, with me around, Shiny sleeps with a lot of mares. I hope you didn't think we were an exclusive couple.” At that, Twilight had to blush. She knew something of the sort, of course, but it was the sort of matter one could know and at the same time deny- it seemed as if that would be impossible going forward. “Would you do it again?” Cadance suddenly asked, beginning a soft press on Twilight’s vulnerability so that her answer might have a slightly lewder tinge. “He’s my brother!” Twilight exclaimed, reddening intensely. “And you’re my sister-in-law,” Cadance pressed down a little more insistently. “Here we are.” “This-” Twilight gestured to where the Princess sat, making circles on her midriff with her hooves. “This is different. Me and Shining Armor are bio-” “There are spells for that. Now tell me- honestly, Twilight- whether or not you want to see him again.” No tricks. Twilight bit her lip at the absence of them. Of course there would always be a divider between the two of them- that being the presence of family and a shared youth- preventing them from enjoying the mantle of true “lovers,” and there was even a part of Twilight yet that hoped that these factors could bring them closer. And she remembered again those cold, empty nights with the other stallions. Twilight recalled every single one of their faces and the polite but ultimately businesslike way in which they conducted affairs; just as soon as they’d finished their contract of activities, each one would invariably pack up, tip his hat, and leave. They didn’t care about the needy mare they left behind, oh no, not those new faces, but a familiar one? Her brother? Why, she knew from filial experience that nestled in his hooves she might never cry herself to sleep again. All that was left was Twilight’s pride, bruised as it was with already one application of her brother’s seed and a two pound crystal ball, faltering but holding steadily in place for the moment. “I shouldn’t…” She moaned torturedly. “You should,” Cadance petted her head, speaking seriously for once. “He’ll be good for you.” It would taste a lie to say that it wasn’t exactly what Cadance wanted, another satisfying fetish under her belt, when Twilight agreed, and perhaps her powers of precognition were indeed so great that she saw this outcome too in the long list of benefits- for whatever reason as she tucked the smaller Alicorn in with her brother and clambered in to sleep after her, Cadance did smile not with the perverse twist of lust, but the warm tidings of love.

Babycord

551462

Original Character,Other,Second Person,Dark,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Violence

War mind

The tellings of war

complete

<p>The tales of a war lost</p>

teen

2024-02-13T16:23:57+00:00

2024-02-13T19:59:10+00:00

My hooves ache as I trudge across the barren plains, the afternoon sun bearing down mercilessly upon my weary company. We have marched for days with little rest, always chasing the shadows of the griffin armies but never quite catching them. It seems they wish to drag this conflict out as long as possible, bleeding our forces dry through attrition before deliverng the final killing blow. Our numbers have dwindled significantly since first encountering the invaders' forces a moon past. What was once a regiment of over a hundred strong ponies has been whittled away gradually with each skirmish, engagement and ambush along our frontier. Now, no more than three dozen ponies remain under my command - if one can still call us that in our broken state. As I glance over my shoulder at the stragglers struggling to keep pace across the barren terrain, I cannot help but notice how gaunt and hollowed their faces have become. Dark circles ring dull, sunken eyes that no longer shine with vigor or passion, only a resigned fatigue. Coats once lush and healthy have taken on an ashen tone, manes unkempt and matted. These are no longer the proud soldiers I had marched beside for so long; merely shells of ponies trudging forward out of sheer force of habit rather than will. My own condition cannot be much better, though I fear to glimpse my reflection in whatever sparse water sources we happen upon. The muscles beneath my coat have wasted away to nothing through lack of proper sustenance, my abdomen painfully concave. Only sheer determination and duty keep me pushing forward each day, reminding myself that as long as a single pony under my command still draws breath, I cannot falter or show weakness. We are all that stands now between the marauding Griffin hordes and the innocents sheltered within Equestria’s borders. As the sun dips below the cracked, parched landscape, painting the skies in fiery shades of orange and crimson, I call a halt to our march. Weapons are wearily unslung and stacked in a disorganized pile as my soldiers -no, my family- collapse where they stand, too fatigued even for setting up the meager protections of a campsite. My trained eye assesses their conditions with a sinking heart. Private Second Class Daisy has developed a nasty cough these past few days that worries me greatly, her breaths now coming in sharp wheezes. The gash across Sergeant Stronghoof’s barrel has festered angrily despite our attempts to staunch the bleeding, the skin around it an angry reddish-purple. And pale wisps of vapor escape Private Cloudchaser’s nostrils with each exhale; her fever has risen once more. None may survive the night if things continue thus. And with no medical supplies or provisions remaining, my hooves are tied uselessly. A Captain ought to be able to remedy such issues and lift spirits! But I have never felt so powerless, so wretchedly inadequate for the task set before me. As I move amongst my charges, checking bindings and offering what few herbs and remedies remain from our stores, I hear them speaking in hushed, resigned tones when they believe themselves unheard. Speculation on chances of reinforcement or rescue have long since given way to quiet acceptance of one grim certainty - that unless some miracle transpires upon the morrow, this may be the last night any of us gaze upon the stars. I dare not linger to listen, for fear the fragile walls shielding my own crumbling resolve might crack beyond repair if I heed their despairing whispers overlong. Instead I focus my energy on ensuring everypony is as comfortable and orderly as circumstances allow before taking up the first watch, alone with my troubled thoughts as the night deepens around our camp. Somewhere beyond the vast, empty plains, the Griffins no doubt rest and recover their strength for the next clash, nurtured by replenishing supplies. Yet here we wane with each passing hour, flesh and spirit drawn thin by privation until soon there will be naught remaining to cling to but memories of better days. How I wish for but a glimpse of home again...of green, verdant fields and laughing foals without a care for the world outside their borders. But that life seems ever more a fleeting dream as the cold stars shine down, indifferent witnesses to our ebbing flame. I can only pray that if this night proves our last beneath their light, some remnant of our sacrifice may echo through the ages and protect our homeland from a similar fate. For if Equestria falls, all of this would have been for naught. """""""""""""""""""""""""""" The sharp crack of talons meeting chitin echoed across the plains as two figures clashed, beaks snapping and claws raking for purchase. I struggled to regain my hooves, lungs heaving for breath as I watched Sergeant Stronghoof grapple fiercely with the griffin soldier pinning him. It had been a standard morning's march, our company wearily trudging onward as the rising sun cast our lengthening shadows across the barren dust. No hint or warning presaged the ambush - one moment all was calm, the next the horizon erupted in a swarm of avian forms descending upon our flank. Talons and beaks flashed in the sunlight, hungry for Equestrian flesh. I recall bellowing orders, some obscured part of my mind detachedly noting how hoarse and ragged my voice sounded even to my own ears. "Form up, defensive line! Flank left, hold them off!" My hooves worked independent of conscious thought, muscle memory guiding me through the well-practiced drills as my soldiers moved into position. Blades sang as they were drawn, the ringing tones a portent of violence to come. My mare companions stood resolute alongside stallions twice their size, faces set in grim determination despite the fear surely gripping their hearts. These were no mere soldiers following orders - they were a family who had lived, bled and grieved together for moons without end in sight, bonded by shared suffering into something far greater. The first crash came as our lines met in a chaos of feathers, fur and flashing steel. A great golden eagle plunged from the sky directly at me, talons extended for the kill. I rolled aside just in time, coming up with my blade lashing out to spill its guts upon the earth. But for every griffin felled, it seemed two more appeared to take its place. All around was a blur of motion and color, punctuated by guttural cries and clangs of combat. From the corner of my vision I saw Daisy struggling beneath the weight of two smaller griffin soldiers. With a snarl I charged, barreling into them and bearing my comrades safely away. A savage peck took a chunk from my shoulder but I ignored the sear of pain, whirling to kick the aggressor square in the avian breast. Somehow we held our perimeter, steadily pushing back the ambush with disciplined strikes and teamwork. But casualties mounted on both sides as the battle raged, and my soldiers began to tire. It was then I spotted Stronghoof grappling with the towering griffin captain, both badly wounded but unrelenting. Seeing him in peril lit a fire in my veins, banishing fatigue. With a thunderous war cry I slammed into the pair, locking talons and beak in a desperate bid to pull the sergeant free. Slowly our strength prevailed, my comrades rallying to aid in dislodging the beast. With an almighty heave we separated them, and I smashed the hilt of my blade into its temple with a sickening crunch. Its body crashed limply to the dust. Breathing heavily, I turned to appraise the sergeant's wounds. Three parallel gashes rent his barrel, dripping crimson onto the parched earth. His breathing came in shallow rasps yet determination still burned bright in his eyes. "Thank you...captain. I owe you...my life." A grim smile pulled at my muzzle. "Consider it payback for all the times you've dragged my sorry flank back from the brink, stronghoof. Now let's see to binding those cuts before you repay the deed." Our laughter was cut short by a mournful cry from Cloudchaser. My heart sank as I followed her gaze to a still form nearby, blue coat stained darker than the clouded sky she was named for. Her brother Thunderbolt lay broken, wings bent at unnatural angles where he had shielded a young unicorn from the murderous talons. His eyes found mine as I knelt at his side, unfocused yet pleading. "Captain...look after...her for me." A shuddering breath, and the light faded from his gaze. I drew Cloudchaser into my side, letting her sobbing frame convulse against me as private grief overtook public duty. A squad gathered around us, joined in solemn vigil for their lost comrade. That was the first of many deaths, though none cut quite so deeply as losing the spirited pegasus and watching his twin succumb to inconsolable despair. In the aftermath, I organized retrieval of our fallen and tended wounds in grim silence. My company hung their heads, shadows crossing once cheerful faces. A flutter of wings drew my eye, where a young griffin soldier hovered over Thunderbolt's corpse - not in threat, but as if drawn by some unseen impulse. Pain and sorrow had leeched the savagery from fierce features, an expression of mournful recognition replacing the usual hostility. Our eyes met, and I saw in their golden depths an echo of my own anguish. At that moment, the boundaries between us seemed to blur. For I realized we all bled the same, grieved the same, and would fight with equal ferocity to protect those we held dear yet might never see again. We were not so different, griffin and pony, brought low by the base machinations of power-mad leaders. And I wondered - had circumstances been different, could we have found comradery where now only carnage reigned? The griffin lingered a moment more, laying a feather upon Thunderbolt's breast in some final rite or homage, then winged away without a backwards glance. I was left questioning all I had been taught of our supposed enemies, and what cruelties lay ahead before this long war finally ran its bitter course. """"""""""""""""""""""""""" Twilight's gleam peeked hesitantly over the horizon, her silver glow a pale imitation of her usual radiance. No stars accompanied her ascent, obscured by a veil of particles suspended heavy in the lifeless air. The entire plains seemed leached of vibrance or beauty, merely a barren staging ground for death's grim dominion. I sat apart from the listless heap that was my company, hooves folded and eyes downcast. Sleep had eluded me once more, plagued as I was by memories that would not loosen their taloned grip upon my mind. Thunderbolt's empty eyes stared at me from within the depths of my psyche, mingling with other faces I had failed to save. Their accusing gazes followed me even into waking hours, sapping what little strength and will remained. My charcoals scratched dirt idly, tracing familiar outlines in a craven bid to distract from the turmoil within. But it was no use - each sketch reanimated old friends to leer judgementally once more. With a wordless cry I tore the crude portraits to bits, then stood shivering on the brink of some unnamed precipice within. What more could I give that had not already been rendered? My pound was near empty, spirit broken, yet still this accursed conflict demanded more bodies to feed its insatiable maw. When had my duty transformed from protection of the innocent into mere sustenance for slaughter? Was I now so devoid of sense or self that I could not see my troops were being marched purposefully to ruin through my flawed lead? Dark thoughts swirled cold and thick as the dust-filled winds, preying mercilessly upon crumbling edges of cognition. I began to question all - past glories which now seemed hollow falsehoods, comrades who surely despised the wretch leading them to doom, a cause which bled Equestria dry while champions fell nameless and forgotten. Perhaps it would be kinder to simply lay down my blade, abandon this mockery of command, and let the Griffin onslaught deliver the coup de grace my ragged company so desperately sought. At least then the anguish rending my being to fragments would find surcease, and I need no longer face the accusing, pleading eyes that haunted my sleep. A distant cough stirred me from the maelstrom, reality returning in jarring fragments. Daisy hacked wretchedly behind feeble wings, rib bones stark against thinning flesh. Her fever raged yet higher, life ebbing with each pained exhalation. Spark snapped back into my limbs - she required aid this company could no longer give alone. With a steadying breath I gathered what scraps of medical training lingered, then set swiftly to examine her. But there was little to be done; infection had taken root too deeply, her reserves spent. As dawn’s first rays peeked over the shifting line where sky met deadened plains, her labored breaths ceased. I could only close her eyes gently, taking her hoof in mine as tears carved cleansing tracks down my muzzle. Another friend lost to this senseless cause. Another flame extinguished before its time, guttering out in squalor and privation while this once verdant land turned to desert around us. How many more must wither thus before some shred of mercy shows its face again? Each death multiplied the weight upon my soul tenfold, dragging me ever downward into the abyss’ waiting maw. A distant rumble drew me from morbid reverie, sending a lance of dread through my core though I scarce knew why. Clouds gathered swift upon the horizon, obliterating all but a narrow band of blue directly overhead. An omen, perhaps - though of what nature remained unclear. All I knew was a prescience of impending change, for good or ill. And that we could not endure much more before being swept utterly away. """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" The gloom gathered apace as our company marched beneath malignant skies. Darkness crept sluggishly inward, smothering the sinking sun. An eerie half-light prevailed where visibility should have reigned, casting all in a pall of shadow and specter. An oppressive tension hung heavier than the clouds above, borne upon an unnatural stillness that infected even the arid winds. Not a breath of life stirred across thefeatureless marches, the entire plain holding its collective breaths in wait of some dread portent. Ahead, indigo gave way to an impenetrable inkiness like the depths of the Everfree itself had been sucked upwards to devour the heavens. Strange lights flickered within its turbulent murk, nebulous phantasms dancing just beyond comprehension. Their eldritch glow limned the shroud's crawling approach with a terrible majesty that sent unease prickling across my coat. Something was coming. I called halt beneath a lone, gnarled tree jutting starkly from the ashes, its bare branches like talons grasping vainly at the growing void above. My soldiers turned haunted eyes skyward, shadows dancing queerly across gaunt features. An unspoken consensus hummed thickly between us - this would be our final redoubt, come what may. Weapons were readied with clumsy, trembling limbs as the aberration swelled to fill the firmament. Gusts moaned dissonantly through twisted boughs, bringing snatches of an ominous dirge we dared not name. Time slowed to a crawl, suspending us upon the cusp of fate's decrees. Then impact, with a force that shook the very earth. Darkness slammed down as a physical mass, engulfing the plain in a roiling maelstrom too thick to penetrate. Choking dust was whipped into a frenzy, flaying exposed flesh. I could barely make out the panicked forms of my soldiers through the sand-filled hysteria, all order lost. We battled to stay hooves the torrent raking mercilessly across exposed coats and manes. Eyes stung blindly, breaths choked on grit. Still the howling din increased, growing outside all comprehension or sanity. Within moments we were reduced to beasts striking out mindlessly against the elements' savagery. Time lost all meaning as the maelstrom raged eternal. Beaten and buffeted, I scrabbled against the dust-laden gales, blindly seeking purchase or comrade. But hooves found naught but more ravaged earth sliding loose beneath. My voice went hoarse calling names swept away upon the shrieking winds. Slowly awareness fractured, particles of self scattering into the merciless void. Memories surfaced and fragmented upon the unforgiving currents, identity stripped harshly to base instincts alone. Survival became the single, primal urge - to endure, to resist being swept into oblivion no matter the cost. Sight returned in fits, glimpses between dust-stinging lashes. Twisted silhouettes rose and plunged within the shrouded Pandemonium, barely identifiable as pony, griffin or other. They slammed and scrabbled against each other and the howling maelstrom, fighting both the raging storm and one another with tooth and talon. Reason had long since fled, leaving only basest violence to fill the void. Perhaps this was what war truly meant - not honed tactics or glory, but descent into madness and slaughter bereft of meaning or purpose. A cycle eternal of feast and famine, reducing all to animals warring endlessly over scraps beneath uncaring skies. As the world dissolved around me into chaos tangible and consciousness alike, one thought alone prevailed through the tempest's din - that for this to be war's truth, there could be no return from the abyss. Here, in the blind and bloody throes of fate's maelstrom, our struggle would end.

applejackpony2

551474

Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Always Patient, Always Tolerant - Princess Celestia

Princess Celestia's patience and tolerance is tested by two annoying ponies

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<p>Princess Celestia is always patient and tolerant of her little ponies. Here are two examples.</p>

everyone

2024-02-13T21:06:07+00:00

2024-02-13T21:06:07+00:00

In the grand halls of Canterlot, where the sun's light filtered through stained glass to dance upon marble floors, Princess Celestia held court. Known for her benevolence and wisdom, ponies from all over Equestria would come seeking her counsel and aid. Yet, not all requests were of noble intent or grandiose nature. On this particular day, an issue of a rather peculiar and, to put it mildly, annoying nature was brought before her. The pony in question was a young mare named Glitter Sparkle, known throughout her small town not for heroic deeds or scholarly pursuits, but for her knack for concocting the most frivolous and eccentric ideas. With a bounce in her step and a sparkle in her eyes that matched her name, Glitter Sparkle approached the throne, her excitement barely contained. "Your Majesty, Princess Celestia," she began, her voice quivering with barely suppressed excitement. "I come before you with a request of utmost importance, one that will surely change the lives of every pony in Equestria!" Celestia, ever patient and gracious, inclined her head. "Please, share your thoughts with us, Glitter Sparkle. What is this matter of great significance?" With a dramatic flourish, Glitter Sparkle produced a scroll and unfurled it with a flick of her hoof. "I propose a grand festival! A celebration like no other, dedicated entirely to... glitter!" A murmur of confusion swept through the court. Glitter, while universally acknowledged as sparkly and festive, was hardly considered a matter of state. "An entire festival dedicated to glitter?" Celestia asked, her tone gentle yet tinged with bemusement. "While I appreciate the joy that glitter can bring, could you elaborate on why you believe this warrants a grand celebration?" Glitter Sparkle was undeterred. "Imagine, Your Highness, the streets of Canterlot awash in a sea of shimmering lights, every pony adorned in the most dazzling of glitters. It would be a spectacle of joy, unity, and, most importantly, sparkle!" The princess pondered for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the eager mare before her. Celestia recognized the purity of Glitter Sparkle's intentions, however whimsical they might appear. It was this innocence and capacity for joy that she had always sought to protect and nurture within her subjects. "Glitter Sparkle," Celestia began, her voice resonating with warmth, "your enthusiasm is indeed infectious, and your desire to bring joy to others is commendable. However, we must also consider the practicalities of such an event. Glitter, while delightful, can be quite difficult to clean and might not be appreciated by every pony." The mare's face fell slightly, her dreams of a glittering festival dimming before her eyes. "But," Celestia continued, a gentle smile playing upon her lips, "I believe the spirit of your idea has merit. Instead of a festival, why not organize a community art project in your town? A mural, perhaps, incorporating glitter in a way that celebrates the beauty and creativity of all ponies. It would be a way to bring your community together, without the... extensive cleanup." Glitter Sparkle's eyes lit up once more, the initial disappointment washed away by the tide of a new, equally exciting possibility. "Oh, Your Majesty, that's a wonderful idea! I can see it now—a mural that captures the heart and soul of our town, shimmering in the sunlight for everypony to admire!" With a bow and a heart full of gratitude, Glitter Sparkle took her leave, her mind already racing with ideas for the mural. Princess Celestia watched her go, a contented smile gracing her features. Though the request had been unusual, it reminded her of the diversity of her subjects' dreams and aspirations. In guiding them with wisdom and a gentle hoof, she helped foster a kingdom where every pony could find their own way to shine. Celestia turned her attention back to the gathered court, her presence a beacon of calm and authority. As the day progressed, she addressed each matter with her characteristic wisdom, from disputes between neighboring farms to plans for improving weather management. Each pony left her presence feeling heard and respected, their burdens lightened by her guidance. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the kingdom, Celestia reflected on the day's events. It was interactions like the one with Glitter Sparkle that truly highlighted the essence of her role—not just as a ruler, but as a mentor and guardian to her people. Each pony, no matter how seemingly insignificant their concerns, contributed to the tapestry of Equestria. Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of her sister, Princess Luna, who had come to discuss the night's duties. Together, they walked through the quieting halls of the castle, their conversation a blend of state matters and sisterly affection. As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Celestia retired to her chambers, her mind at peace. She knew that with each dawn, new challenges and joys would present themselves, but she also knew that as long as she and Luna stood together, Equestria would thrive under their watchful eyes. The tale of Glitter Sparkle and her glitter festival would be but one of many stories, each one a thread in the rich fabric of their kingdom's history. The next day dawned bright and clear, the sun's rays painting the sky in hues of pink and orange as Princess Celestia raised it above the horizon. The grand hall of Canterlot was bustling once more, filled with ponies of all walks of life seeking guidance, approval, or merely the chance to behold their princess. Among the throng of petitioners was a pony who, by his very demeanor, promised to make this day as memorable as the last. Dapper Hoof, a well-to-do stallion with a monocle perched precariously on his nose, approached the throne with an air of self-importance that made the courtiers exchange wary glances. "Your Highness, Princess Celestia," he began, his voice carrying a note of condescension ill-suited for someone addressing royalty. "I come before you with a matter of grave concern, one that threatens the very fabric of Equestrian society." Celestia, ever the picture of serenity, inclined her head. "Please, Dapper Hoof, share with us this urgent matter." With a dramatic sigh, Dapper Hoof adjusted his monocle and said, "It is, Your Majesty, the utterly deplorable state of manners in Equestria. Everywhere I look, ponies are chewing with their mouths open, forgetting to say 'please' and 'thank you', and—most distressingly—not using their napkins correctly at the dinner table. I implore you, we must institute a kingdom-wide etiquette training program posthaste!" A murmur of bemusement, mixed with a few stifled chuckles, swept through the court. The idea of mandating manners lessons for all of Equestria seemed, to most, a bit excessive. Princess Celestia regarded Dapper Hoof with a gentle, yet firm gaze. "While good manners are indeed important, Dapper Hoof, it is also essential to remember the spirit of kindness and understanding. Not every pony has had the same opportunities to learn these customs, and it is our duty to guide them with compassion, not coercion." Dapper Hoof looked momentarily taken aback, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for a retort. Finding none, he simply huffed and adjusted his monocle once more. "However," Celestia continued, a solution already forming in her wise mind, "I do recognize the value of your concern. Perhaps we could organize a series of voluntary workshops on etiquette and social grace. These could be led by those with a passion for such matters, like yourself, and offer a space for ponies to learn and grow in a supportive environment." The suggestion seemed to mollify Dapper Hoof, his posture relaxing slightly. "A most reasonable compromise, Your Majesty. I would be honored to lead such an initiative." With a nod of approval from Celestia, Dapper Hoof bowed and made his way out of the hall, his mission now transformed from a mandate to an opportunity for positive engagement. The princess turned her attention back to the long line of waiting ponies, ready to face whatever challenges or peculiar requests the day might bring. As the day wore on, Celestia handled each case with her characteristic grace, her heart warmed by the knowledge that, in their own unique ways, every pony in Equestria sought to make their world a better place. Whether through glitter festivals or etiquette workshops, the diversity of their ideas and the purity of their intentions were what truly made Equestria a land of harmony and magic.

Viatorem

551475

Ember,Other,Queen Chrysalis,Thorax,Alternate Universe,Porn,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Sex

A Gift Worthy of a King

Dragon lord Ember has been married to king Thorax for a year. Wanting to give her husband something special for Hearts and Hooves Day Ember decides to prepare a special gift involving his mother.

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<p>Part of “Incest is Wincest” Hearts and Hooves Day Writing Constets 2024: <a href="/group/198529/incest-is-wincest/thread/531809/hearts-hooves-day-contest" rel="nofollow"><a href="/group/198529/incest-is-wincest/thread/531809/hearts-hooves-day-contest" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration:underline">https://www.fimfiction.net/group/198529/incest-is-wincest/thread/531809/hearts-hooves-day-contest</a></a> </p><p>I wanted to try to write something different (and extremely kinky) for fun. And yes I know the story didn’t need to be NSFW but might as well go for it. </p><hr/><p>With their first anniversary and Hearts and Hooves Day close Ember decides to surprise her husband with a special gift. Something involving Thorax’s mother Chrysalis, and a fantasy both Ember and Thorax have had for a while regarding the still troublesome monarch.</p><p>WARNING, INCLUDES: <span class="spoiler">Incest (duh), Ember, Thoras and Chrysalis having an “incest kink”, Male/Female/Female action, Son on Mother action, teasing, lust and love drunkeness, master and pet dynamics and a very fluster and horny Chrysalis</span> </p><hr/><p>While this is my first MLP lewd fic, this isn’t my first time writing NSFW fics, you can find one in my AO3 account: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/Viatorem" rel="nofollow">https://archiveofourown.org/users/Viatorem</a></p>

mature

2024-02-14T04:29:32+00:00

2024-02-17T00:49:23+00:00

“Are you sure that thing is going to work?” Pharynx asked as he walked besides Ember, as the two stood outside the hive’s rather small dungeon “For the last time Pharynx! I saw it with my own eyes, not even the princesses' magic could overcome it!” Ember replied quite annoyed as this was the fifth time in that day her brother-in-law had asked her the same question. Pharynx however ignored her, and kept looking at the golden collar on Ember’s claw. “I need to protect the hive, so I can’t risk her scalping because of you being tricked by the ponies.” Ember turned to look at him, holding 3 fingers in front of her. “One: The hive and the changelings in it are also my responsibility and subjects, they have been for almost a year, remember!? Two: Celestia, Luna, Cadance and Twilight know this to keep her under control, I told them. And since none of them also want her running around putting their subjects in danger, they made sure to give me the best. Three: Her refusal to share love is keeping her body and magic weak. Remember that last month Ocellus was able to hold her in place with ease”. Seeing no flaw in Ember's arguments, or point in continuing arguing with her. Pharynx sighed before signalling one of the guards to open the door. As the guard started unlocking the door, a smile appeared on Ember’s face as a forth argument involving her plan for Thorax’s gift was still on her mind. “Four: Based on what Thorax, Cadance and Shining told me, she will not be able to resist what I have in mind for tonight.” The hive dungeon, while still a prison, was far from the old damp and miserable hole it used to be prior to the changelings reformation, another testament to how much things have improved since then. Even more fortunate is that it barely saw any use, with the exceptions of a few vandits and trouble makers, it only had one permanent resident. “Well, look who decided to visit me,” Chrysalis called out from the small bed included in her cell. “The traitor and the dragon with the terrible taste.” She added with a mocking tone while jumping off the bed and making her way to the bars to stand face to face with Pharynx and Ember. “Happy hearts and hooves day to you too mother,” Pharynx answered while trying to keep a calm tone. He would have liked to claim Chrysalis’ tactics didn’t work on him anymore, but yet, her teasing words regarding his loyalty to the hive over her still managed to get under his skin. “Happy hearts and hooves day Chrysalis.” Likewise, Ember also still had issues keeping her cold when Thorax or their relationship were insulted. For a second she considered scrapping her gift idea, however the wait of the collar in her had reminded her that she was too close to give up. Not to mention that if everything went as planned, she wouldn't have to put up with this sort of nonsense from Chrysalis’ ever again. “Oh! so today is hearts and hooves day! Honestly I didn’t noticed, being trapped down here and all that.” It was obvious that Chrysalis was playing dumb and the sympathy card, her voice becoming weak and melancholic as well as her posture. For changelings the date was one of, if not the most important of the year. Aquine to a harvest festival where love was stupidly easy to get, even far from Equestria it could still be perceived in the air of the hive, even down in the dungeon. Seen as neither seem to bite her attempt at generating pity, something she predicted. Chrysalis returned to her proper proud stance of a monarch, even if she still looked weak as her refusal to share love kept eating away at her. “What do you want?” “Thorax wanted to see if getting out of here on such an important day would put you in a more cooperative mood.” It was a lie, Ember wanted to keep her gift a secret, even from Chrysalis, at least for now. “Oh yeah, and why isn’t he here?” Chrysalis asked as she stared directly into Ember’s eyes. “You and I know he’s the only one who’s still under the delusion that I can be reformed, while you consider it a waste of time, yet you are here and he isn’t.” “There was an event in the Crystal Empire and he was specifically requested to attend.” The event and summon was one of two favours Ember had asked Cadence in as part of the gift setup. “And since we all know Pharynx wouldn't agree to do it-” “He’s learning, he didn’t even bother to ask me,” Pharynx commented out loud, interumping Ember. “Indeed, well Thorax asked me to do it instead.” Ember continued. “And you are agree to it, because?” Chrysalis asked in a sceptic tone. She knew Ember disliked, if now down right hated her for how she had and continued to disrespect Thorax. “Unlike you, I can do things I don’t enjoy for others sake. Thorax still wants to get you out of this hole of misery you insist staying in, and if that makes him happy then I’m happy too.” Ember answered with a calm yet firm tone. It helped that she wasn’t lying, she was making all this to make Thorax, and by extension herself, happy… Well also because this would take care of some fantasies both Ember and Thorax had. “Also, it would be consider torture to keep a starving changelling away from so much love, even if it’s their own choice,” Pharynx added. “The hive is trying to be better, and torturing a prisoner would drag us down as if it was the past.” Ember turned to look at her brother-in-law, “so you were planning on letting her regardless of what Thorax and I had planned.” “Well yeah… although I was planning to completely immobilise her and just levitate her around the place for the day.” Pharynx admitted, both him and Ember chuckling at the idea. “Very funny.” Chrysalis said with an annoyed tone and expression. “I suppose that thing in your claws is how you plan keeping me under restrain.” The ex-queen added, trying to distract them from the idea of repeating the humiliation that was her last space attempt. It had been bad enough that she was so weak even Ocellus -while in a short break from school- was able to hold her in the air with just telekinesis and take her back to her cell; the idea of a repeat while being dragged around the entire hive was something that Chrysalis was sure would kill her out of embarrassment. “Yep.” Ember answered as Pharynx took hold of Chrysalis on his magic, moving his mother closer to the cell’s bars and holding her in place so that Ember could put her the collar with ease. “Is a magic item courtesy of the pony princesses”. Ember added as she finished securing the collar around Chrysalis neck. Once she was left go Chrysalis tried to remove it, tugging at it with her hoof to see if by any chance the most basic approach worked, while at the same time Pharynx unlocked the door of her cell. Almost and if out of instinct Chrysalis sprinted to the door trying to run away, she made it past Ember and Pharynx but before she could arrive at the dungeon door she felt a tug around her neck that made her do a half spin and fall on her back. While groaning Chrysalis got back on her hooves, she tried to run away again, only to feel the same tug around her neck. Experimentally she tried to pull against it, only to feel as if the collar was tied to something. “Impressive isn’t it?” Ember asked with a smug tone, making Chrysalis look at her; that’s when the dethroned queen noticed that her daughter-in-law was wearing a golden bracelet that matched the collar. “Not only does it prevent you from using magic and flying, but as long as I have this you can’t get more than a few steps away from me.” Chrysalis hissed while taking an aggressive stand like that of a feral beast; it was both a form of protest and a way to taste the effects. Indeed no matter how hard she tried it seemed like her wings were unable to achieve flight. She made a note to test her magic and transformation skills once outside the range of the dungeon and its embedded magic-inhibiting properties. “So, a collar and a leash?” Chrysalis asked as she stared at both. “Glad to see you are finally willing to admit I’m nothing but a sickly old pet you keep locked up in the basement, and that you take out to pretend you are better than me.” “Oh shut up mom!” Pharynx exclaimed in annoyance, tired of her attempts at insulting them or getting some form of pity. “Make me! You disappointment!” Chrysalis snapped at him. For her trouble Ember yanked at the ‘invisible leash’, making Chrysalis almost lose balance and land face first on the floor. “That’s enough you two,” Ember called out both, knowing that if she let them, the mother and son duo would continue insulting each other until either of them died of exhaustion or Ember went insane. Turning her attention back exclusively to her mother-in-law, the dragoness moved towards her until they were face to face. “Now, before we get out of here so you can feast, do I need to remind you the only rule that Thorax wants you to follow?” “Behave.” Chrysalis answered with a cold tone, still annoyed that her son had simplified all the ways he wanted her to ‘be better’ in a single world; it didn’t help that Chrysalis perceived it as an insult to her intelligence. Ember nodded with a smug grime on her face, she knew her mother-in-law hated that word. “Well, we better get going then.” The dragon began to make her way out of the dungeon, Chrysalis tried to show some dignity by refusing to move even though she was starving for love, however after another yank of the invisible leash she had to give up any pretension of grandstanding. As stated before Hearts and Hooves Day was one of the most important holidays of the year for the changelings, and it showed, as the hive had transformed into a massive party. Decorations with hearts and promises of love were strung all over the place, with balloons, ribbons, flowers, murals and so much more in every other corner. Most of the ground had been covered with flower petals, each corridor was buzzing with activity; the centre of the hive, a garden with an open dome that served as the main entrance was transformed with games, vendors, food and so much more. It was crazy, even the few dragons that have come to live in the hive since Ember and Thorax’s marriage and merger of the kingdoms were overwhelmed. And so were most of the other creatures living or visiting the hive, even the ponies, who famously had a festival or party every other week, struggled to keep up with the celebrations. And in the midst of the celebration, in a pony own cafe, sat Chrysalis and Ember. To the dragoness’ surprise, so far her mother-in-law had followed the single word rule, it seemed Chrysalis had deemed behaving a worthy trade for a chance to feed in such abundant love. She even was less aggressive, not protesting or making any snarky comments in the past few hours that had been out of the dungeon, although she was still acting a bit moody. As such, the visit at the cafe could be considered a treat, a chance to eat something with a bit more flavour than the porridge. True there wasn’t much point since Chrysalis was already eating her full with the love in the air, however, it also gave Ember an excuse to try the emeralds from Vanhoover the cafe had begun to sell a few days ago. While Ember enjoyed the emeralds Chrysalis indulged herself with some cupcakes, one of the few pony food items she liked. It was rather nice to finally have a peaceful moment between the two. “You know, once I overthrow you and my pathetic sons I might keep this cafe around.” Of course Chrysalis don't let the peace last. However, instead of showing any sign of annoyance, a smug smile appeared on Ember's face before she took a bite off another emerald. While not having to deal with Chrysalis nonsense was nice, Ember had been waiting for her to make such a comment to execute the next part of her plan. “You know, I think I finally figured out why you’re always so rude,” Ember commented with a calm tone, looking away from her mother-in-law.. “Oh yeah?” Chrysalis asked in an absent minded tone before stuffing half a cupcake in her mouth with one bite. “You are jealous Thorax is with me rather than you!” Ember exclaimed as she quickly turned back to look directly at Chrysalis. “WHUMMM!!” Whatever Chrysalis was trying to say was lost as she began to violently cough as to not choke on her half cupcake size bite. “What exactly does that mean?” She was finally able to ask after a few seconds of continuous coughing. “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Ember replied as she put her elbows on the table, resting her head between her hands. “You are a queen, and like bees or ants, changeling queens often reproduce with the best drone they can find.” “You know that ants and bees have ways to avoid inbreeding, right? Like mating once with a drone from another coloni, with the body storing that material forever. Maybe you need to go to Twilight’s silly school and take a biology class.” Chrysalis retorted, although her tone was less sassy than normally. “True,” Ember admitted as she took a bite off the last emerald she had on her plate. “But that’s not how changeling biology works, until the metamorphosis gave my subjects the ability to reproduce, the only way there could be more of them was through you. Good thing your embryons have such high rates of recombination, otherwise the species would have gone extinct years ago.” Chrysalis looked away from her, trying to hide away the fact that she was becoming flustered. “Why are you bringing this up?” “Because as I said, you are jealous. I don’t blame you, years of mating with the best of the hive, only for the best one yet to not even touch you”. Ember’s tone had become cold and distant. “Thorax? The best of the hive?” Chrysalis asked, trying to make it look like she was holding back laughter. Ember just smiled as she began to list things her Thorax had achieved. “Let’s see: His body has grown to be as tall as you. Since he doesn’t go hungry any more he’s magic is more powerful than yours; on that note he found a way for changelings to never go hungry again, not to mention now changelins can travel and live whenever they please without the need of disguises or tricks. The hive is now a recognised and respected kingdom that maintains ties to every other state in the known world. And not only is he married to a dragon, but the lord of all dragons.” “Those are just hollow achievements with no weight! A real changeling would have achieved them through deception and conquest!” Chrysalis snapped at her. Ember just chuckled, “and yet, your body, instincts and even your mind yearn for such a successful drone.” Chrysalis was taken back by her daughter-in-law’s answer, she even began to feel flustered. “N-no I don’t!” Chrysalis tried to show confidence, but her tone lacked strength or commitment. Ember just ignored it and continued as she had said nothing, “I can’t imagine how hot and bothered you must be. Years without being touched, with your son, the perfect mate, remaining so close yet far away as he continues to do it with a dragon while refusing you until you behave as he wants you to.” Chrysalis began to shake as she heard those words, she wanted to shout that it wasn’t true, but she knew it was a lie. The queen didn’t want to admit it but for a while she had been dreaming about Thorax, just last night she had dreamed of him entering her cell in the middle of the night. The date didn’t help, the abundance of love in the air as a result of Hearts and Hooves Day always had a secondary effect on the changelings. The party was a result of the date making the hive feel more energetic, while the queen became more fertile increasing her desire to mate. Seeing Chrysalis all flustered, shaking and with her head down; Ember decided to continue teasing her. “I also know that you desire me too.” The ex-queen moved her head upwards to look at her daughter-in-law, her mouth agape in surprise. Ignoring Chrysalis, surprised Ember began her explanation. “For years I thought you changelings didn’t take love from us dragons because it was too dangerous, Thorax told me I was right, but for the wrong reason.” Ember then began to lean forwards, pulling at the invisible leash connected to Chrysalis' collar; with the two face to face she continued with the explanation. “He told me that dragon’s love is linked to our hoarding instcis; and since our magic manifests in its most raw form when it comes to hoarding, that means our love is extremely potent. For a changeling that has gone through metamorphosis like my Thorax, that love is a source of power. But without the metamorphosis, for an always hungry changeling like you. That love would be an intoxicating ambrosia so strong you would become subservient to it.” Ember pulled at the leash again, with it, she and Chrysalis's lips almost touched. “You didn’t prohibit my subjects from harvesting love from dragons because it was dangerous, you did it because you didn’t want them to follow any creature that wasn’t you.” For Chrysalis Ember might as well have said the last part in an alien language. The thought of getting to taste such legendary powerful love, not to mention how close she was to do so, was clouding the ex-queen’s mind. She leaned in for a kiss and a taste of dragon love, only for Ember to lean back on her chair and let go of the invisible leash at the last second, taking away Chrysalis’ chance. “W-what do you want?” Chrysalis asked, her voice and body were shaky, her hair was out of place as she had become quite hot and bothered by the constant teasing words. “Easy, I want you well behaved tonight in my and Thorax’s bed,” Ember replied in a nonchalant tone. “Consider it a Hearts and Hooves Day gift for the 3 of us”. Chrysalis tilted her head in confusion. “Drones also have a desire to mate with the queen, and Thorax’s drive to do so seems to be stronger than most. Maybe his body changed to be the perfect king for the existing queen.” “What about you? I didn’t take you for a cuckquean.” Chrysalis asked as she finished eating the cupcake she almost choked on at the beginning of the conversation. “I’m not, it's just that us dragons find it rather erotic when we make a former enemy submit to us, even more so if they become our toy.” Ember then remembered the last emerald she hadn't finished eating and took another bite of it. “I also have a sort of personal taste for this sort of thing.” “What do you mean?” Chrysalis asked as she graved another cupcake. “Well, let's just say that I know where the gold needed to help publish that ‘Princest’ book came from.” Ember’s smug tone as she answered was contrasted with Chrysalis coughs as she, again, almost choked on a cupcake. Rather than comment on it, Chrysalis still had something in her mind that needed an answer. “What about Pharynx?” “He already made plans to train the guards that aren’t performing properly.” Ember answered absentmindedly. “In other words he’s gonna rail them as punishment.” Chrysalis clarified. “What? No! He’s really going to train them.” When Chrysalis looked at her like she was insane Ember realised what was happening. “Oh! You don’t know. Pharynx isn’t really into sex or romance.” “W-what!? But he’s a changeling… how!?” Chrysalis asked, her mind a mess as she tried to understand what she was hearing while also realising that it explained a lot of things. “That’s exactly what Thorax and I said when he came to that realisation”. Ember commented as she watched the mind of her mother-in-law go critical at the revelation that Pharynx was ace. Thorax made his way to his and Ember’s bedroom feeling a bit confused. While the festival Cadance and Shining was organised was quite nice, he didn’t understand what was so special that he needed to stay for so long. And while the surprise was a nice gesture, he still found it annoying that the celebrations kept him away from Ember. “Time to make up for lost time,” Thoras thought to himself as he opened the bedroom door. ReadY to jump in the bed and have fun with his wife. What he wasn’t ready for was to find his mother on the bed with a red bow tied around her body, with Ember sitting on the bed next to her. Before Thorax could even utter the word ‘what’ Ember jumped out of the bed and greeted him with a kiss. “Happy Hearts and Hooves day dear, did you enjoy your trip to the Crystal Empire?” “Eh… you too dear? And it was nice?” Thoras answered completely confused, Ember began to drag him towards the bed, but not before closing and locking the bedroom door behind him. “Ember, what’s going on? Why is my mother here?” “Don’t act like you don’t know, son.” Chrysalis answered before rolling onto her back, opening her legs so that Thorax could get a better look at his gift. Upon seeing his mother’s slit Thorax froze, his cheeks gained a red colour with his mouth agape. He turned to look at Ember at a loss for words, with the dragoness just smiling at him. “This has to be a dream, right?” Despite looking at his wife, Thorax seemed like he was asking the question to the air rather than his wife.”I fell asleep on the train back home and this is all a dream, it has to be.” Ember just smiled at him. “As I said happy Hearts and Hooves day dear. It was a bit hard to get a gift for all 3 of us.” “Oh Ember!” Thorax whispered, holding back tears of joy. Before launching himself against his wife, pushing the dragoness against the wall as he gave him the deepest and longest kiss in their entire relationship. By the time they separated both were out of breath, with Ember having to rest against the wall as her legs were shaking so much she could barely stand up. “Wow!” Chrysalis whispered, getting the attention of her son after he had become lost in Ember’s eyes. “Come here you,” Thorax called out as he jumped on the bed, at the same time she took hold of his mother with his magic and brought him beneath him. With the two embracing the other face to face they stared for a second, Thorax then leaned in and began to kiss his mother with the same passion he had kissed his wife just a few moments ago. It was a very sloppy kiss as neither could contain their enthusiasm, and it didn't help that their long tongue almost overwhelmed the other. And yet the 2 enjoy it immensely, as they finally had the opportunity to take care of urges and satisfy fantasies that had been hunting their dreams for so long. When they finally broke their kiss, the two went back to staring at the other's' eyes, both panting trying to recuperate their breath. “You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this!” Chrysalis explained as she continued panting. “I do,” was all Thorax said before standing up a bit, just enough so Chrysalis could look down, where her son’s eager penis rested on her stomach, ready to take the two to a world of pleasure. “Hold on you 2,” Embered called out as she moved around the bed to get in front of them. “FUCK SAKES, WHAT DO YOU WANT!?” Chrysalis shouted, annoyed that she was made to wait longer. Ember just stared at her with arms crossed, “did I promise you some dragon love if you behaved?” At the possibility of losing her extra treat Chrysalis began to panic. “I’M SO SORRY EMBER! I WON’T DO IT AGAIN! I PROMISE” Ember silenced her pleas by simply resting a claw on Chrysalis lips. “This is exactly what I wanted to talk about with you, Thorax”. The dragon moved forwards, putting a knee on the bed, her entrance resting within reach of Chrysalis month. “You see, I asked Cadence and Shining for some help setting this all up. I originally just wanted them to distract you with an invitation to the Crystal Empire; but then Shining told me something interesting. Turns out that the same night your mother took Cadance’s place, Shining and Cadence had made plans to try doing some master and pet play.” Hearing those last words made Chrysalis blush even more. She knew what Ember was talking about, and the ex-queen wasn’t certain if she was excited or scared of what was to come. She considered pleasuring Ember, hoping to silence her, but the dragon anticipated that and quickly put her claws around Chrysalis' muzzle, keeping it shut. “And well, apparently that night ‘Cadence’ here showed a liking to such playing that not even the real princess has.” Thorax then looked down at his mother; despite Ember’s crotch being in the way, Chrysalis saw the mix of a childish smile and an excited grin on his face. “So that’s why you continue delaying the invasion? Couldn’t stopped having fun, eh mom?” Those last worlds made her tremble. “With that in mind, I asked Cadence for a second second favour, and she gave me this.” With a snap of her fingers a leash connecting the bracelet and collar began to appear, confirming that indeed there was an invisible leash keeping Chrysalis tied. “I thought it would be wise to get her comfortable with the collar,” Ember added as she took the ‘bracelet’ off so she and Thorax could trade the leash with ease. As Thorax took the leash using magic Ember stepped back, taking her knee off the bed and leaning down to be face to face with Chrysalis. Ember also put one of her claws on Chrysalis' chin so she didn’t look away. “Here’s how things will work until Thorax or I say otherwise. You shall refer to me as queen; as for Thorax you call him either son or dear. Is that clear?” Chrysalis remained silent for a second, the heat of the moment and her own excitement making it hard to think clearly. “Y-yes my queen.” “That’s a good girl, now I think I promised you this,” Ember then kisses Chrysalis. While it was a short kiss, it still contained enough dragon love to make the old changeling queen feel dizzy and relaxed almost immediately. Excited to see her mother and wife kiss, Thorax moved his hips down and lined himself with Chrysalis’ entrance, his tip poking at it. She looked down, desperate to see his son enter her, however to her disappointment he didn’t, instead he began to tease her by rubbing himself up and down her slit. “S-son, why are you doing this? Did I do something wrong? Why aren’t you making me yours?” She asked in a soft desperate tone, not taking his eyes off his penis as Thorax continued to tease her. Instead of an answer Thorax pulled at her leash, making her look at him, “not until you please my wife.” It was then when Chrysalis noticed that Ember had claimed back on the bed, now with both knees on it, and Chrysalis’ head amid them, perfectly located to start pleasing her daughter-in-law. Between the promise of more dragon love and finally feeling her son inside of her, Chrysalis eagerly began to eagerly eat Ember. Quickly getting a moan out of the dragoness. Seeing her mother work so eagerly and effectively, Thorax decided it was time to reward her. He moved back, feeling her tremble underneath him in anticipation, Thorax even though he heard a muffled moan from her. Once Thorax’s tip was resting between her lips, he began to move forwards ever so slowly. He didn’t have to be so careful, both his penis and Chrysalis’ insides were incredibly wet because of the teasing; however, he wanted to enjoy every moment. It was hard, he had to fight her body trying to pull him in, as well as his own urges to bury his member deep inside her warm body, but he managed. As a reward he heard her adorable and delightful muffled moans. The moment their hips meet was total bliz for the both of them, “good girl.” Thorax whispered out of instinct, as he was certain Chrysalis had cummed. And he was right, as the queen was hit with a powerful orgasm, her body and mind more susceptible as she continued intoxicating with the love coming from Ember. Yet, Chrysalis wanted more pleasure and love, and in the fog of her mind she knew how to get it. She began to put more effort into pleasing Ember, the dragon struggling to hold back her moans, not that she needed to as Thorax began to kiss her, muffling the sounds. At the same time the king of the changeling began to rock his hips as a regard for his mother. Chrysalis fell as her mind began to become soup, between the collar and leash, the intoxicating dragon love, Thorax’ movements and how sensible her body was after that first orgams. And yet, it wasn’t enough, she wanted, no, needed more. “Son, dear; my queen,” she called brom undernet Ember, having to fight the urge to continue eating her daughter-in-law. “Please, I need more, please cum all over me!” Both Ember and Thorax smiled hearing her beg like that. “What do you say? Should we give our pet what she wants?” Thorax asked while increasing the speed of his back and forwards. “Just let me get in a more comfortable position,” that answer sent jolts of joy in Chrysalis' body. What followed was a blur, Chrysalis felt as Thorax took hold of her with his telekinesis and moved her to be parallel to the long side of the bed rather than perpendicular. Ember was now resting on the pillows rather than on her knees. Thorax then rolled his mother to rest on her stomach rather than back. Making the ex-queen moan like a beast and almost orgasm again, as his penis was still inside of her. The sensation of her body spinning around his son’s dick making her see stars. Before Chrysalis could recover her bearings she felt a poll of the leash, it was then when the queen realised that she was back between Ember legs, she was ordered to continue pleasing the dragon. Without hesitation Chrysalis returned to her task, meanwhile Thorax, who was now standing behind her, continued to rock his body back and forward, fucking his mother like she was a dog in heat. As they continued, both Thorax and Ember began to bombard Chrysalis with compliments, saying things like: “Good girl!.” “You love that, don’t you?” “That’s it.” And so much more. Soon Thorax and Ember were about to reach their limits. “I’m so close,” Ember whispered as she pulled on the leashed. “Me too!” Thorax exclaimed as his movements became slower but carried more force with each thrust. Hearing that made Chrysalis moan in anticipation, even though her intoxicated mind could barely understand what they were saying. She felt as both double their efforts with Ember pulling on her leash while Thorax made it seem like the bed was about the brake. Finally, after a few more seconds of what seemed like eternal anticipation for Chrysalis, both Ember and Thorax orgasmed. Chrysalis' body was hit with so much pleasure, as she felt her son stuff her with rope after rope of warm thick cum. Meanwhile the powerful dragon love coming from Ember overwhelmed her senses, with her daughter-in-law's juices serving as the dessert for the meal. The 3 collapsed onto each other, all panting trying to recover their breath. Thorax and Ember turned and smiled at the other before exchanging a soft kiss, enjoying the afterglow. “That… was… the… best gift ever,” Thorax commented, still out of breath. “I know,” was all Ember said as she began to pet him. They would have remained in silence, had they not heard a giggle undernet and between them. Looking down, they saw Chrysalis was giggling, almost uncontrollably, with a big smile on her face and eyes that seemed both lost and looking at everything. “Oh, maybe we overdid it?” Ember asked, considering she had never seen her proud mother-in-law like this. “She’s ok,” Thorax answered as he got off her. Chrysalis didn’t even react when his member popped out of her inside and cum began to drip out her slit, she was too intoxicated in pleasure to notice, let alone care. “She is just drunk in love and please,” Thorax explained as he took his mother with his magic and put her to bed. “She just needs to rest and by tomorrow morning she’ll be fine, better even.” The two then turned off the light and left the room for another one. While Chrysalis was out for the night, the married couple still had a lot to give. Especially Ember, who didn’t think it was fair for only her mother-in-law to get a proper ‘Hearts and Hooves day stuffing’ from her husband. If anything Ember wanted Thorax to stuff more than two times. A month later Chrysalis found herself underneath a table, giving Thorax a blowjob as he worked. She was eager to get more of his seed, after all pregnant mares, no matter the species, were famous for their cravings. Out of nowhere she felt a pull on her leash, following it Chrysalis poke her head from underneath the tablecloth. She was welcomed by Ember. “You better not swallow it all, I want some too.” “Of course my queen,” was all Chrysalis said before returning to her previous task. It was only natural, as explained before pregnant creatures were famous for their weird cravings. Besides this was Chrysalis new role, a pet for her son Thorax and his wife, who’s obedience was paid with the mind melting pleasure that came from being part of such a kinky relationship. THE END

Some Leech

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Silly Little Fly

Finding herself in dark, unfamiliar surroundings, Anon quickly discovers she has more than just a hazy memory to worry about...

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<p>Anon thought her trip would be brief, she <i>thought</i> she'd be home in no time whatsoever - unfortunately for her, she thought wrong. Discovering herself in the company of a most beguiling predator, she gradually succumbs to her urges and tastes the forbidden fruit of a beast most foul...</p><p>Kinks Include: Futa on Female, Female on Futa, Musk, Size Difference, Predator Play, Aphrodisiacs, Envenomation, Interspecies, Edging, Teasing, Oral, Worship, Vaginal, Mind Break, Egging (Oviposition), Mild Inflation, Multiple Orgasms, and Enthrallment</p><p>Artwork by TwiPie (Twitter @misstwipietwins) Full pic <a href="https://twitter.com/misstwipietwins/status/1757881472407806085" rel="nofollow">HERE</a></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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2024-02-13T21:27:32+00:00

2024-02-13T21:27:32+00:00

“Ugh…” Anon groaned, falteringly lifting her head as her eyelids fluttered open. Darkness greeted her, though it wasn’t the darkness she’d been expecting. The deep shadows and cool air of the Everfree were gone, replaced by the gloom and still, clammy air of somewhere unfamiliar graced her skin. As her eyes adjusted to the almost preternaturally dim light around her, her thoughts began to race. Even though Equestria was a relatively safe place, all but vacant of the vandals and hoolims of Earth, going out at night was typically avoided. While rare, there were wild beasts that lurked beneath the moon for prey that was either too ignorant or too foolish to curl up and sleep somewhere warm and secure until dawn. It wasn’t like she enjoyed outings after the sun had set, but she’d done so for good cause. Her housemate and one of her closest friends, a unicorn mare named Nutmeg, was suffering through a terrible bout of hay fever from the changing seasons. She couldn’t in good conscience let the poor pony sit there and be miserable, constantly sniffling and sneezing throughout the night, so she’d set out to get some relief for her companion. The bad news was that the Ponyville clinic was closed until morning - the good news was that she hadn’t been completely out of options. With her shawl to fend off the autumn breeze, she’d set off to the sprawling forest just south of town. Within the verdant woodland of the Everfree resided her one and only chance of helping Nutmeg before daybreak. Though she’d only met Zecora once, she’d heard tales of the exotic mare’s abilities to craft potions and elixirs that could, if the stories were right, address nearly any malady. The moon and stars shone brightly overhead in the cloudless sky, the temperature was pleasantly cool, and her trek had gone without incident - that was until she’d reached the treeline. In spite of resting beside Ponyville, the Everfree was an untamed wilderness of ill repute. Residents of town spoke of the jungle in hushed tones, oftentimes conspiring on what mythical or deadly creatures reside therein, but Anon had been undeterred. If she was to find a cure for Nutmeg and get a restful night’s sleep, she would brave the dark and face her fears. Pressing onward and into the brush, she stuck closely to the hoofpath that led deeper and deeper into the woods. Nutmeg had tried to convince her not to go, telling her that she’d be fine until sunup, although she’d ultimately relented and given directions to Zecora’s hut. All she had to do was follow the trail until she came upon the zebra’s home, a small cottage adorned with fetishes and hewn into a monstrous cypress sat by a bog. The journey should have been easy and taken no more than an hour or two at most - unfortunately for her, at some point or another, something had gone devastatingly awry. It, whatever it was, had happened so fast that she genuinely couldn’t say what had transpired. One moment she’d been walking along and driving through the underbrush at a slow, steady pace - the next, she was tumbling to the earth before falling unconscious. Shaking her head and coming back to the present, guessing that a limb must have fallen from a tree and struck her, she reached for her head and froze. The muscles on her arm tensed, her mind telling them to move, yet her limb didn’t budge. Sensing something around her wrist, something that hadn’t been there when she’d left her home, she came to a startling realization. She’d initially assumed she was laying on her back, but that wasn’t quite accurate. Pulling at her arms and legs, she felt her limbs meet resistance. Though she couldn’t explain what was going on, it became painfully clear that she was suspended in some way. She grew increasingly frantic, stricken by images of herself becoming the victim of some nightmarish spider, before going completely still and saving her strength. Wherever she was was quiet, eerily quiet, yet the silence was broken by the sound of approaching hooves. The noise was a gift from the heavens, immediately affording her a sliver of relief. Whoever was approaching, regardless of what variety of pony they were, would help her. Turning and looking in the direction of her would-be savior, she could only barely make out the silhouette of somepony in the distance. “H…hello?” she warily called out, renewing her efforts to free herself. “I’m down here…” The figure slowed, if only just, as it languidly drew nearer. One of, if not the best thing about winding up in Equestria was that she never had a shortage of assistance. Whether it regarded trivial tasks such as carrying groceries or more onerous endeavors like replacing a door, somepony would jump in and lend her a hoof - sure, she’d lost her apartment, the crummy job she’d been working at that design studio, and she may never see her family cat again, but those were small prices to pay for living in a world filled with actual magic! She knit her brow and set her jaw, twisting and squirming in her bonds. “Not sure what this stuff is, but…” Trailing off as a low, menacing chuckle cut through the air, she peered over at the figure. A pair of cat-like, emerald eyes gazed back at her and made her blood run cold. There were a few creatures in Equestria that held the shape of an equine, but what she was looking at wasn’t some ordinary pony. Any notion of salvation crumbled to ash as the creature, one she’d only learned of through tales in town, came fully into view. “But what?” the beast cynically asked. Baring her teeth, Anon leered over at the evildoer with contempt. Equestria’s villains throughout the ages had been few and far between, with most being nuisances more than actual threats, though there were exceptions. It wasn’t long ago, only a few years before her arrival, that a trio of ne’er-do-wells had united and nearly brought an apocalypse unto the land. It was only due to the unified might of the four alicorn Princesses, the Lord of Chaos, the Elements of Harmony, and the combined might of empires that the three were ultimately defeated - regrettably, unless her eyes were deceiving her, she was facing one of the fiends in the flesh. Stepping closer, Chrysalis flashed a toothy grin. “Whatever’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Anon kept her lips sealed while she turned her eyes upwards. Instead of ropes or chains securing her, a thick, pliable, and decidedly organic substance strung her limbs to the ceiling of what had to be a cave of some sort. How and why Chrysalis had captured her was anyone’s guess, though the circumstances in which she found herself were dire. “You’re - Nnnph - not going to get away with this,” she grunted, kicking with her legs. Rolling her eyes, Chrysalis dismissively waved a forehoof. “Please - as if I haven’t heard that a thousand times before. Given the late hour, I’d say I have until dawn before anypony even realizes you’re missing - even then, organizing a search party and scouring the Everfree would be a daunting task.” As much as Anon hated to admit it, Chrysalis had a point. Other than Nutmeg, nobody would have the slightest idea of where she’d gone off to. Trying and failing to keep her calm and think of a way to escape, she flinched when something hard ran over her lower leg. “Don’t touch me,” she snarled. Keeping her hoof on the woman’s shin, Chrysalis twisted her head at an unnatural angle. “Forgive me. I would have asked for permission, but we both know that you would have denied me outright.” Anon locked eyes with the changeling and grimaced. “What do you even want with me?” “A fine question,” Chrysalis muttered as her forehoof wandered up to the girl’s knee. “Honestly, I can’t rightly say myself.” “So you kidnapped me for no reason?” Anon scoffed. “Perfect, I always wanted to be a footnote in -” “It’s not completely without reason,” Chrysalis cut her off. “Perhaps the simplest way for me to put it is that you fascinate me.” Falling silent, Anon pursed her lips. Of all the things Chrysalis could have said, the admission took her off guard. She had no arcane abilities whatsoever, her strength was roughly comparable to an earth pony’s, and it wasn’t like she held any insight or tactical value in forming a coup d'état against the Princesses, meaning one of two things - either the changeling was trying to deceive her or was being candid. Chrysalis took another step forward and brought her hoof to the woman’s inner thigh. “I’ve lived a long, long time, and yet you’re the first human I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting - yes, I’ve heard the tales about how your kind would frequent Equestria in a bygone era, although that was in an age that few if any remember.” “Humans used to be here?” Anon blurted, askance. “Why haven’t I -” “Heard of it?” Chrysalis mused. “As I said, legends of those days are just that - legends. In truth, I thought they were myths myself - at least I used to, until I discovered you. Imagine my shock when I found myself liberated from my prison and discovered you trotting around Ponyville with your adorable little marefriend…” Reeling from the assault of information, Anon was stricken by the Queen’s final assertion. “Nutmeg is not my marefriend…” “Is she not?” Chrysalis quipped, peaking a brow. “Given how inseparable you are, it would be easy for somepony to assume you two were an item.” “We’re just friends…” Anon huffed, averting her gaze as a blush crept into her cheeks. Chrysalis snickered, though her hoof remained resting on the girl’s upper leg. “Are you now? My deepest apologies.” The changeling’s sarcasm dripped from every word, making Anon’s face darken. While she hadn’t lied per se, she and Nutmeg could best be described as friends with benefits - well, in a sense. After a bottle of wine and an evening of chatting, what had begun as an innocent conversation had drifted into somewhat inappropriate waters. It wasn’t like she’d planned on doing something naughty with her housemate, but the good company, loosened tongues, and curiosity had seen the pair become a bit adventurous. “Aaaaaaaah,” Chrysalis sighed, shivering ever so slightly. “Your feelings speak volumes, little human.” Anon’s eyes darted over to the Queen as a chill ran up her spine. “What are you even talking about?” With a wolfish smirk and heavily-lidded eyes, Chrysalis’s gaze wandered down the human’s body. “How informed are you of changelings - real changelings, not those colorful abominations that Thorax has taken under his wing?” “I know enough,” Anon spat. “Do you?” Chrysalis whispered. “So you’re aware that we can sense, shall we say carnal intent?” Holding the changeling’s gaze, Anon fought the urge to look away. “I’ve heard that you lot, the ones who Starlight defeated, fed off of other creatures’ love.” The mention of starlight brought a sneer to Chrysalis’ muzzle and a murderous glint to her eye, yet she remained motionless. “I prefer to think of that incident as a culling. The wheat, yours truly, was removed from the chaff. In time, I’ll rebuild my empire and show the ponies and their allies the true might of the changelings.” “Hah!” Anon forcibly laughed, praying her false bravado wasn’t as transparent as it felt. “You act like the Elements of Harmony haven’t stopped you be - H…Hey!” “Hmmm?” Chrysalis hummed disinterestedly as she pulled at the girl’s pants. “Feel free to continue with whatever laughable diatribe you were spouting.” Anon fidgeted harder than ever when harlequin light radiated from the Queen’s horn. “W…what are you doing?” Sorcerously loosening the woman’s belt, Chrysalis gave an apathetic shrug. “Simply putting us on equal terms. Here I am in all my magnificent glory, my body bare and vulnerable, while your figure is concealed by all that stuffy attire you have on.” “I…I…” Anon stammered, utterly at a loss. “You’re going to strip me?!” “Unless you’re willing to strip yourself, yes,” Chrysalis tittered, lazily unbuttoning her pants. “Considering you have your hands tied, I thought I’d just see what you’ve been hiding.” Anon swallowed as a cold sweat beaded her brow. This couldn’t be happening ~ could it? Staring down at herself, she watched in horror as her slacks were pulled down to reveal the cotton of her snow-white panties. A part of her could understand Chrysalis’ interest in her, especially given that she was likely the only human being on the planet, but this was too much. “S…stop!” she bleated. To her surprise, Chrysalis paused. Removing her forehoof and with the magical energy about her horn dimming, she trotted up and brought herself face to face with the girl. “Why?” “B…because it’s cold in here,” Anon croaked, saying the first thing that came to mind. Chrysalis took a small step back, closed her eyes, and called upon her arcane might. “Better?” It took Anon a moment to realize what her captor had done, although the ambient temperature had risen by a few degrees. She wanted to complain, to take umbrage with her host’s congeniality, but she didn’t say a word. Every instinct she had told her that something was wrong - very wrong, and she wasn’t about to start playing nice with a creature that had almost toppled an empire. “Any more requests?” Chrysalis softly inquired, inching uncomfortably close. Though she hadn’t detected it earlier, likely because of the gap between them, the scent of fresh rain wafted to Anon’s sinuses. Seeing Chrysalis peer down at her bust, she tensed. She was powerless, helpless in every way, so she did the only thing she could think to do - create a distraction. Hastily collecting herself, she hardened her expression. “Since you asked, wouldn’t it be fair to show yourself off first?” Chrysalis giggled and backed away while demurely holding a forehoof to her snout. “An obvious lie and a pitiful attempt to buy yourself some time, but I’ll indulge you.” With her horn alight, bathing the little grotto in an otherworldly glow, she turned in place and threw her head back. The dark teal of her mane and tail, paired with the green of her eyes and elytra on her back, clashed with her porous, obsidian flesh. She was tall and elegant, her movements flowing like water, though her grace and allure were only skin deep. While she was beautiful by most pony standards, beneath her black hide beat the heart of a monster. “I would ask if I’m to your liking,” Chrysalis jested, peeking over her shoulder at the woman, “but that would hardly be necessary…” Tearing her eyes off the Queen’s flank, Anon snorted. “Like I’d ever be interested in you.” “Oh but you are,” Chrysalis insisted, trotting back and bringing a hoof under Anon’s chin. “Come now, we’re both adults. There’s nopony to judge you, nopony to hear you admit you find me attractive, and I’ll never say a word of this to anypony. Wouldn’t it just be easier to be honest, if only for your own well-being?” Even if Anon thought Chrysalis was slightly attractive, and even if there was something captivating about Chrysalis’ haughty demeanor and predatory features, there was no way in Tartarus she was about to say it. Refusing to look at the beast, she peered down at the floor. Since the situation she was in was sticky in both a literal and figurative sense, she wasn’t about to make things worse for herself. Running her forked tongue over her lips, Chrysalis ignited her horn. “While you consider what I’m sure is some thoughtful, heartfelt reply, allow me to…” Anon was torn between defiantly glaring at Chrysalis or clamping her eyes shut while her shawl was levitated up and over her head. While she was tempted to fight, continuing to try and escape, she ultimately bided her time and conserved her energy. There was no guarantee that the anger and embarrassment bubbling up within her would be of any use, suppressing her feelings and praying for an opportunity to unleash them was her only reasonable option. Piece by piece, her attire was removed, neatly folded, and sat to the side. She’d hoped that Chrysalis would be stymied by her own designs, but she’d underestimated her host. Utilizing a combination of her magic, a forehoof, and her fangs, the changeling severed the bindings on her ankles for just long enough to free her pants before renewing her restraints. Chrysalis gazed at the plump, cloth covered mount on Anon’s groin. “I’m not sure if it’s of any consequence to you, but this is quite thrilling.” “Go fuck yourself,” Anon hissed. “You don’t believe me?” Chrysalis countered, turning to display her backside. “Like the saying goes, the proof is in the pudding…” Moments from replying, fully intent on giving Chrysalis a piece of her mind, Anon opened her mouth and fell mute. She’d seen her fair share of marehoods in her day, seeing as how ponies wore little or nothing while out and about, although this was a first in her book. She stared in awe, stricken with both arousal and disgust, and blinked when the changeling winked without using her eyes. “See?” Chrysalis breathed. Anon’s mind went into a tailspin as she gazed upon Chrysalis’ nethers. She wasn’t sure what was more disconcerting - the fact that the Queen was unabashedly showing herself off or that she was clearly in an amorous mood. Peering at the changeling’s vividly colored depths, she closed her eyes and shook her head to dislodge unwanted and wholly unseemly thoughts from her mind. Remaining where she was, Chrysalis enticingly swayed her hips from side to side. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of - in fact, if you were so inclined, I’d be more than happy to give you a closer look.” “Go to Tartarus,” Anon hissed. “Oh the delicious irony,” Chrysalis laughed, straightening up and spinning toward her recalcitrant guest. “For somepony - pardon, for somecreature so quick to condemn me to the abyss, you’re not better off than myself. What’s that saying about sinners casting stones…?” With a scathing rebuttal forming on her lips, Anon went rigid. At some point or another, though she knew not when, her traitorous body had said what her mouth had refused to. The air against her dampened panties and the fabric over her hardening nipples was terrifying. She knew she’d been turned on, if only in the slightest degree, yet she wouldn’t have predicted she’d inadvertently betray herself. Chrysalis glanced up to the ceiling and smiled. The impish glimmer in her eye and the smug look on her face told Anon that she was up to no good, but she kept whatever machinations she had to herself. With eldritch fire wreathing her gnarled horn, she turned her attention back to the woman. “Let’s get that pesky brassiere off you ~ shall we?” she murmured. Though Anon couldn’t see it, she could feel the touch of magic against her back. The strap of her bra shifted, growing taut before its hooks were unclasped. As the undergarment loosened and was lifted from her frame, allowing her bosoms to start spilling free, she bit back a chuckle. Her restraints, while doing a fine job at keeping her immobilized, were acting in her favor. Her shirt had been pulled up and over her head, acting as a sling, and the only articles that had been completely removed were her shoes, socks, pants, and shawl. If Chrysalis wanted to get her panties and bra off, her arms would have to be released, if only for a moment, and that’s when she’d strike - or so she thought. As the sinuous ropes holding her legs began to move in opposite directions, her anxiety returned with a vengeance. Trotting forward, Chrysalis stepped between the girl’s parting legs. “I’ve never been the biggest fan of clothing; they’re just so oppressive…” “How about you let me go and I’ll take them off?” Anon mocked. “You joke, but that may not be the case for long,” noted, rubbing her cheek up to Anon’s leg. “I bet some part of you wants to get out of those dreadful panties, if only to spare them from getting drenched, but I digress.” Despite the precarious circumstances, or in part due to them, Anon wouldn’t deny that she was slightly turned on. Chrysalis’ soft hide against the tender flesh of her thigh, the teasing, and that she’d somehow managed to excite the Queen of the changelings proved a disastrous mix. There was a chance that it was all an act, that the shapeshifter could will herself into a state of arousal, but that wouldn’t make any sense - not like her being captured and systematically undressed made any sense to begin with. Dwelling on why she’d been kidnapped, she yelped when a sharp pain struck her upper leg. “Just something small to help you relax,” Chrysalis explained, withdrawing and peering up at her. Anon’s heart began to race when she peeked down and noticed two pinpricks of blood on her inner thigh. In that moment, a terrifying revelation dawned on her. Changelings could use their metamorphic abilities to lure their prey, being able to disguise themselves as the most attractive member of any species, although that was only one tool in their arsenal. Glancing to Chrysalis’ face and seeing a drop of sickly yellow liquid roll down one fang, she drew a shuddering breath. “No need to be too worried,” Chrysalis condescendingly clucked. “My venom is essentially harmless and will have no lasting effects - that being said, you wouldn’t be the first to seek me out long after you’ve fully recovered.” An insidious heat gradually radiated up Anon’s thigh and into her abdomen. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant, but that did little to soothe her fraying nerves. Little by little, with each beat of her wildly pulsing heart, the blood in her veins grew hotter and hotter - worse still, a deep ache blossomed in her loins. Being a healthy young woman, she was no stranger to lecherous urges. Her nipples and nethers were the most obvious giveaways that she was in the mood, yet those were only two facets of being horny. Like many times in her past, particularly those when she saw something or someone that struck her fancy, her primal id roused from its slumber. Perfidious musings of herself becoming intimate with the Queen invaded her mind, making it difficult to think clearly, while she attempted to grind her thighs together. Regardless of what Chrysalis’ intentions for her were, assuming she was going to wind up as a snack, the indignity of making herself more appetizing than she apparently was already bolstered her resolve to escape. “Such a fine bouquet,” Chrysalis purred, her nose mere inches from the woman’s crotch. “Piquant and exotic, quite befitting of an alien beauty like yourself.” With her panties pulled to the side, unveiling her rosy lower lips and the fiery tuft of bush above her sex, the breath hitched in Anon’s throat. She should have told Chrysalis off, she should have fought back, yet a compulsion to remain still came over her. While it would have been unspeakable to willingly do anything remotely lewd with the evildoer, nobody would blame her if she had no choice ~ right? Chrysalis extended her tongue, leaned in, and froze. “Where are my manners? You must be uncomfortable dangling from the ceiling like that.” Anon gently drifted to the floor, suspended by the Queen’s magic, when the strands of silk-like material holding Anon above the ground were severed. Touching down, now seated on the cold earth, she blinked in disbelief. She could have done anything, from launching an assault on her captor to blindly running through the darkness to find an exit, but she didn’t - no, she simply sat and mutely stared over at chrysalis. “Be a dear and finish undressing for me,” Chrysalis intoned, waving a forehoof. Moving without thinking, brushing her fingers over one strap of her brassiere, Anon struggled not to do as she’d been asked. Was this really happening? Could this be real? It wasn’t a question of if anyone would ever know what transpired within the cavern, since she could lie in the event that anyone found out whom had absconded with her - the real question was if she’d be willing to live with herself. Subconsciously ogling Chrysalis’ hindquarters, she anxiously licked her lips and lowered her hands. The bra slipped from over her shoulders and down her frame, leaving her breasts exposed. She was considered quite busty by human standards, sporting a pair of D cups, although that meant little when it came to ponies. Blushing harder than ever, peeking down at her chest, she discarded the garment and squeezed her bosoms between her upper arms. “Those are quite impressive,” Chrysalis quietly exclaimed, stepping over to her side. “And those freckles are simply to die for!” “T…thanks,” Anon mumbled. Dipping her head, Chrysalis lips above the girl’s right teat. “I’m sure these could feed many foals - or rather whatever you call your offspring.” Anon twisted slightly and leaned back on one arm, practically tempting the Queen to kiss her chest, but the gesture was ignored and she was left wanting. Chrysalis, be it intentionally or not, abstained, backed away, and looked to her groin. With only one final piece of clothing left on her, she lowered her hand and hooked her thumb over the waistband of her panties. Slipping past the point of no return, she wiggled her hips and drew the article down her legs. Buck it - it wasn’t like Chrysalis hadn’t already gotten a peek at her goods. Maybe this was what she’d wanted all along, her latent desires made manifest by the venom coursing through her, or perhaps she really wasn’t in her right state of mind - in the end, it mattered little. She kicked her panties away and parted her thighs, letting the cool air to grace her womanhood. “Quite the invitation,” Chrysalis hummed, peering down at the girl’s openly drooling, plump entrance. “Since you’re suddenly feeling a bit more candid, I believe I’ll help myself to a little appetizer…” Reclining further, Anon placed her feet on the ground and spread her legs. There was still time to bring this exchange to a halt, to do something - anything but succumb to her lecherous yearnings, yet all she did was await with bated breath. As Chrysalis descended upon her, she did the unthinkable - she reached down with her free hand and spread herself open. Chrysalis chuckled while she held her gaze and gave her a lick. The sensation of the cool, slick tongue gliding between her lower lips was incredible, but the feeling of having her clit teased was enough to make her stifle a moan. Being eaten out by Nutmeg had been an amazing experience, as good or better than any she’d had with a human woman, but this - this was on an entirely different level. Bringing her hand to her chest, she delicately twisted and pulled one nipple. Every lap of Chrysalis’ tongue sent a bolt of pleasure surging through her and chipped away at what little derision she clung to. Her hips gave a disobedient thrust, driving her muff over the changeling’s face, while the battle between her lust and common sense took a decided turn. “There’s a good girl,” Chrysalis cooed, momentarily withdrawing. “By chance, would you like to return the favor…?” Anon looked past Chrysalis’ face and to her flank. Any other woman with a shred of common sense would have fled, although she wasn’t any other woman. Having spontaneously bedded one pony already, was there anything wrong with broadening her interspecies horizons? Throwing in the metaphorical towel, she gazed into the Queen’s eyes and nodded. Chrysalis rose to her full height and licked her chops. “Lay back for me…” Without the slightest bit of hesitation, Anon complied. As the changeling stepped around and over her, her mind went alight. She’d wondered if the varying species of Equestria had different flavors when it came to their naughty bits, and couldn’t help but get increasingly excited for what she was about to do. Lifting her head while Chrysalis settled atop her, she peered longingly at the Queen’s winking, succulent marehood. Though she would have liked to appreciate the view, the sight of Chrysalis’ nethers was too provocative to deny. Unable to control herself, she dove in and began lapping at the villain’s sex. Strange, unfamiliar flavors bathed her palate, an ambrosial musk filled her nostrils, and she bucked her hips as she locked herself in a sixty-nine with the ne’er-do-well. The position she took was a favorite and one she was well acquainted with. While she’d had no plans on sharing an erotic moment with one of the biggest threats Equestria had ever known, she wasn’t going to complain too much. At worst, she’d walk away with one heck of a story and new tastes - speaking of which… Though it was hard to place it, the taste dancing over her tongue was like a strange mix of tart mango and grass - bizarre but far from unpleasant. Sliding upwards slightly, she brought her breasts beneath Chrysalis’ teats, sat up just a hair, and pressed their bosoms together. Anatomical differences aside, one definite benefit of laying with a mare was that they could both bet their tits played with while feasting on one another - and feast they did. Chrysalis’ technique, paired with her long, dexterous tongue, left nothing to desired - nevertheless, she wasn’t without a few tricks of her own. The changeling, much like Nutmeg, had a clit that was nearly as thick as the tip of her finger, enabling her to do something she’d struggle with with a human. Wrapping her lips around the sensitive bud of flesh, she groaned. Her effort was instantaneously rewarded, as a low, guttural moan from Chrysalis split through the air. Bit by bit, her priorities began to shift. While she doubted that the ponies would lie to her about the metamorphic matriarch, knowing there had to be at least some credence to the tales, she was inclined to think that the so-called evildoer wasn’t as bad as many made her out to be. Growing increasingly enthusiastic, making out with one another’s loins, the pair sought to give as good as they got. Hushed, pleased hums echoed throughout the stony chamber, trailing off into the distance, while their passion soared. If somepony was looking for Anon, she’d hate to think what they’d make of her in her unbecoming state. There she was, buck naked and laying on her back as she lavished Chrysalis’ marehood with affection. She would never do anything to harm the ponies who’d taken her in and given her a home, but was she really doing anything wrong? Anyone would understand why she was doing what she was doing, being the victim and all - at least that’s what she told herself. As her bliss mounted, concentrating became more and more difficult. She wanted to continue, pining to earn a climax from the magnificent beast who’d ferried her away from the Everfree, but it was a contest she couldn’t win. Between the venom and the heavenly sensation of a tongue much more skilled than her own, she was pushed to and well past her limit. Her toes curled, her eyelids fluttered, and any attempt she made to reciprocate Chrysalis’ motions came to an abrupt end as she came. Shaking uncontrollably, she threw her head back and gave a muted cry of rapture. It was regrettable that she’d climaxed first, effectively losing to the Queen, but she wasn’t done yet - not by a long shot. She waded through her ecstasy, forcing herself to move, and sank her tongue into Chrysalis velvety canal. As pleasant as it would be to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm, she wouldn’t - couldn’t rest until she’d proven herself. With a ferocity she didn’t know she had, forsaking her own pleasure, she flew into a frenzy. Chrysalis faltered and trembled from her assault, spurring her on. It would have been impossible for her to tell how close the changeling was, although that wasn’t important - what was important was that she wasn’t going to relent until she’d been baptized by her lover’s juices. She closed her eyes and focused, single-mindedly eating the mare out, until something bumped against the tip of her tongue. Pulling back, unsure of what had just happened, she gasped when a long, muscular appendage emerged from Chrysalis’ depths. She’d seen endowments of various persuasions, both on Earth and Equestria, although she couldn’t explain what she was looking at. Not unlike a long, pulsing cock, the colorful growth throbbed and swelled before her. “W…wha…” she sputtered, taken aback. Straightening and turning to face her, leaving the limb-like thing to dangle between her hind legs, Chrysalis affixed her with a heavily-lidded gaze. “Do they not have ovipositors on earth?” Ovipositor - Anon had heard the name before. Though it had been a long while since she’d been in school, her memory told her that it had something to do with insect reproduction - then again, given the context of the situation and what they’d been doing, that only made sense. Still reeling from the peculiar discovery, it was almost impossible for her not to gawk at the obscene, semi-turgid length. “Bit for your thoughts?” Chrysalis mused. Nonplussed, Anon cocked her head to the side. “It…it kinda looks like a dick…” “Oh it’s so much more than a mere dick,” Chrysalis tutted. “Apropos…” Anon went slack-jawed as the appendage writhed and twisted like a serpent. Being fully prehensile would have been impressive enough for the slick length of changeling meat, but that was only one of its astounding features. The limb’s head blossomed like a flower, yawning open to display a slickened passage. While she understood that Chrysalis’ endowment wasn’t a cock in the traditional sense, she couldn’t help but think of the long, girthy length as one. “It’s never failed to wreak rapturous havoc on anypony who’s been lucky enough to experience it - sadly, it’s been ages since I’ve had the opportunity to find a mate willing to accept a clutch of eggs…” Chrysalis lamented. Stepping over and massaging Anon’s abdomen, she smirked. “Where oh where could I find a fertile little thing to take as my broodmare…” Once again, Anon’s mind was besieged by intrusive fantasies. She could practically see herself as the Queen’s thrall, bloated with eggs and serving Chrysalis as a concubine within a newly formed hive. Merely envisioning herself in such a state, a veritable incubator for batches of changelings, was enough to make her loins quiver with anticipation. Chrysalis turned at an angle, flexed her groin, and slapped her shaft against her underbelly. “It won’t bite, I assure you…” Anon rolled to her belly and pushed herself onto her hands and knees. With everything that had transpired, giving herself a closer look at the thing certainly wouldn’t hurt anything - besides, it wasn’t like she hadn’t almost fellated the not-dick moments prior. Crawling over and beneath Chrysalis, she reached out with an unsteady hand. Chrysalis’ stallionhood, for lack of a better word, was warm to the touch and had an almost indescribable texture. Pliable but firm, similar to some of the sex-toys she’d used in the past, the glistening length was covered in rubbery, slimy flesh. With a maelstrom of perverse notions running rampant through her brain, imagining how it would feel to get plowed by something so outlandish, she leaned in and opened her maw. In a way, she felt like she was having an out-of-body experience. She was completely aware of what she was doing, as she pressed her lips to the viscous slippery shaft, but it was like she wasn’t fully in control of herself. Kissing and licking her way up the Queen’s length, she shuffled around to fully face the imposing organ. Looming above her, Chrysalis made no move to stop her when she wrapped her lips around the glimmering tip of stallionhood. The flavors which greeted her were the same as before, fruity and a bit astringent, although the view she had was worlds apart from what she was used to. As she peered down the brilliant shaft, feeling as though she was looking down a barrel of a cannon, she swung one hand back to rub herself. She’d never been all that into guys, only ever having been interested in a small handful, yet she could see the appeal. Ovipositor notwithstanding, Chrysalis was bigger than her and more powerful in every conceivable way. Compared to such a mare, it was her duty - no, her privilege to serve. Bobbing her head, she brought the back of her throat to the cock-head and winced. Being extraordinarily unpracticed with fellating anything, outside of a few halfhearted attempts with a dildo just for fun, she was woefully ill-equipped for such a task - still, she was going to give it her all. While she kneaded her slavering womanhood and groaned around Chrysalis’ tool, her inhibitions vanished in their entirety. She couldn’t explain it - heck, she could only barely wrap her head around it, but this just felt right. There she was, getting off while sucking on an imperious, evil bug-horse’s member, and she couldn’t be happier. All traces of her ire faded, snuffed out by her libidinous, depraved wants, as she pushed herself closer and closer to her limit. Had someone told her she’d end her day with wantonly blowing someone, specifically Queen Chrysalis, she would have laughed and called them insane. The absurdity of her situation was like something out of a dream, making her question if it was actually happening at all, and yet she secretly hoped it was real. Cracking one eye open and seeing that she was only managing to service a fraction of what her lover had to offer, she reluctantly withdrew. Her oral skills, with the exception of munching carpet, were undeniably lacking. She’d never seen a need to train her throat in any amorous regard, although that wasn’t an issue. There was a part of her that was much more accommodating, well-trained by both herself and past partners wielding strap-ons, and her maddening lust demanded she surrender it to her gracious host. She crawled away and silently pressed her chest to the floor, keeping her hips raised and rear leveled at Chrysalis. She wasn’t about to ask Chrysalis to do a gosh darned thing, but she was willing to let her actions speak for her. Presenting herself like a bitch in heat, her legs braced and ass held in the air, she rested her face on her folded arms. She couldn’t say if the changeling had been bluffing about stuffing her full of eggs and using her to sire a host of drones, but the assertion didn’t dissuade her from continuing their little tryst - on the contrary, it only got her more aroused. While it was true that she’d climaxed mere minutes ago, she was gripped with a crippling desire for more. Had she known that changeling mares, presumably of both the reformed and unreformed variety, came with additional hardware, she may - may have sought one out before now. She held her breath, hoping beyond hope that she wouldn’t be left hanging, and risked a glance over her shoulder. Unflinching, Chrysalis locked eyes with her. “Convince me. I want to hear you say it…” “P…please,” Anon softly bleated. Chrysalis took a step closer, dipped her head, and lapped at the girl’s sex. Had it been any other passionate exchange, Anon would have been overjoyed with the affection, absolutely loving being eaten out, yet the promise of something more made the oral almost torturous. She was being toyed with, strung along and denied, and it threatened to drive her mad. Wading through her bliss, she gnawed her bottom lip and forced herself to focus. Her body would have been gratified by the Queen, of that she was certain, although her lust-addled mind clung to the idea of being bred. Broadening her stance, she arched her back. “Please what?” Chrysalis urged, shying away. Anon balanced on her shoulders and tits, her nipples grinding against the frigid stone beneath her, as she threw her arms back, clutched her tush, and prized her pillowy buns apart. “Please fuck me…” “How the tables have turned,” Chrysalis snickered, trotting over to her. “Despite you telling me to screw myself, you’re the one who ends up begging for some relief. I suppose I could have a bit of fun with you, if…” Feeling the weight of the Queen’s length glide over the cleft of her upturned ass, Anon shivered. “I…if…?” “If you really want to be my broodmare…” Chrysalis purred, bringing the tip of her length to the girl’s entrance. The sensation of the rounded, flower-like crown against her pussy broke something within Anon. Rolling her hips back and trying to impale herself, she whimpered when Chrysalis backed off and denied her. Never in her life had she been more turned on before, blind with rut-lust, and it reduced her to little more than an animal. “Please,” she emphatically repeated. With one forehoof on the woman’s shoulder, Chrysalis guided Anon up and onto all fours. “If I’m going to breed you like a bitch in heat, you’re going to carry yourself like one.” Anon went to reply, to give voice to her longing, but her wish was granted before it was given a chance to be spoken. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her heart skipped a beat, and her thighs quaked as her entrance was forced open. She instantaneously came, her depths stretching to embrace the velvety, pliable shaft that sank into her, while a torrent of nectar gushed from her confines. With a callous laugh, Chrysalis gave set to plowing her like a field in spring. There was no gradual build-up nor time to acclimate to the immense intrusion, leaving her to bray out in unfettered glee. The incomprehensible sensation of fullness was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, and it wrought blissful havoc upon her. The barest trace of hope, that Nutmeg or someone in town was out looking for her, steadily slipped from her grasp. It would only be a matter of time until her absence was noted and a search party was launched, with ponies scouring the Everfree for her and worrying about her, yet that ran counter to the overwhelming might of her newfound role. Her neighbors, her friends, the ponies who’d done so much for her - none of them meant anything compared to the mind-numbing bliss that Chrysalis afforded. She could feel herself slipping away, drowning in a sea of pleasure, and she welcomed it. Though she couldn’t have anticipated her life taking such a turn, she’d eventually found her place with someone who wanted her. Forsaking everyone and everything she’d ever known for a second time was a small price to pay for the gratification of having a life with meaning. Weathering the tumultuous ecstasy of an orgasm, she locked her arms out and gathered what little self-control she had. A good broodmare didn’t simply let herself be used, being plowed like some eager sow - a good broodmare earned a clutch of eggs in her belly. She swung her hips into reverse after getting Chrysalis’ timing down and beat her ass against the Queen’s - her Queen’s groin. Chrysalis’ approving hum was music to her ears, warming the depths of her heart and providing all the inspiration she needed to continue. Moving in tune with her regal she-stud, panting and with ropes of saliva dangling from her chin, she lost herself to her primal needs. She hadn’t given much thought to being a mother, having no strong feelings one way or another about starting a family, but that had changed now that she’d found her true purpose. This wasn’t sex, it wasn’t some spontaneous one-nighter with someone she’d just met, and it wasn’t lovemaking - this was breeding by every definition of the word. Chrysalis took her without the slightest shred of concern for her, giggling like a schoolgirl every time she came, and she was just as ruthless as her reputation made her out to be. Mewling out and enduring one orgasm after another, Anon did everything she could to keep herself from collapsing - alas, it was a lost cause. Toppling forward and onto her face, she smeared the cold, unyielding ground with her drool while Chrysalis conquered her. She was going to be ruined after this, despoiled so thoroughly that nothing, save the Queen, could satiate her, although that didn’t trouble her in the slightest - if anything, it fueled the raging inferno of her determination to be a worthy mate. Each climax that struck her was more powerful than the last, sapping her of her strength and the ability to do anything more than whimper and fight to remain conscious. Chrysalis showed no signs of slowing, lasting what felt like a small eternity, until an odd sensation snapped her from her stupor. With the Queen’s shaft beating against her womb, doing its darndest to bludgeon its way past her cervix, she felt it - a strange swell making its way through the changeling’s length. “Yes,” Chrysalis hissed, draping herself over the woman’s back, “take my gift and become mine!” Anon screamed out in delight as the first of what was a procession of eggs was forced into her. Pleasure couldn’t begin to describe the sensation of being claimed in such a way, devastating her on an existential level. She was to become a hatchery, a bipedal nursery for untold numbers of drones to be, and that realization was an apotheosis. The corners of her vision darkened, the world faded in and out of existence, but she somehow managed to cling to the waking world until the deed was done. Sniveling as Chrysalis withdrew, feeling the cool air against her gaped entrance, she crashed to the side and heaved air into her chest. She’d done the unthinkable, though it wasn’t until she wearily peeked down at herself that she fully comprehended the gift she’d been given. For all intents and purposes, she was heavily gravid. Her belly, usually only the slightest bit pudgy, was distended and heavy with eggs. Caressing her stomach, she smiled as she thought about how many young she housed and how large she’d get. There hadn’t been many points in her life when she’d been truly happy, filled with the deep-seated satisfaction of a well-earned reward, but this was the crowning jewel amongst them all. “Are you forgetting something?” Chrysalis huffed. Anon peered up at Chrysalis, though not to the changeling’s face. Dangling just beside her, dripping with climactic juices and some viscous approximation of pre-cum, was the Queen’s length. She forced herself up with a grunt and extended an arm, knowing full well what was expected of her. With a contented hum, Chrysalis sighed as the girl began mopping her shaft clean. “Once you’re finished, you’ll be coming with me to what will be my new hive.” The statement left no room for doubt and made Anon giddy. She should have finished her duty before responding, but was too delighted to give it much thought as she pulled back and gazed up at Chrysalis. Queen and lover, grand matriarch for the brood in her belly, her mate was everything she could have wanted and more - as such, there was something that needed to be said. “Thank you,” she uttered before craning her neck and kissing her she-stud’s collar. She was broken in every sense of the word, her gut filled with eggs and her body slathered in a cocktail of her and Chrysalis’ amorous nectar, but she’d never felt such a sense of contentment. Would the ponies of Equestria accept her after they found out what she’d done? Was she going to be hunted down by the Princesses? How had she fallen so far in such a short span of time? A thousand questions swirled about in her mind, though one rose above the rest ~ what depths would she stoop to to keep Chrysalis as a lover?

The Psychopath

551481

Original Character,Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

White Sun

Twilight flees Canterlot after a revolution takes her teacher away from her. In her agony she looks for a way to bring Celestia back to life, and discovers entities beyond her wildest dreams during her pursuits.

incomplete

<p>After a display of dissatisfaction turns into a revolution, Celestia found herself meeting a most unfortunate end at the hands of the mob. Being powerless to stop them or even muster up the courage to sway their minds, Twilight flees Canterlot and vows to bring Celestia back to life.</p><p>Through this vow the young unicorn starts to venture into territories of magic either hidden, forgotten, or unknown. On this path she encounters creatures and ancient entities that boggle her mind and aid her in her quest, but Twilight fears she might be losing the grander picture. Is the end of her journey bringing her beloved mentor back to life or is she slowly being corrupted by the miasma she now wades through?</p>

teen

2024-02-14T23:09:53+00:00

2024-02-15T23:20:18+00:00

Twilight threw dirt out of her way, grunting when she moved the shovel wrong and covered her face with some errant soil. She could only just barely make anything out with her magic spell outlining everything in white and giving everything a vaguely orange glint. The moon was completely engulfed by thick layers of clouds overhead, giving the unicorn the perfect opportunity to perform her nefarious-but-necessary deeds. She paused a moment, pulled a handkerchief out of her black false-leather coat, and wiped her face with it. The mare cursed to herself when she put the stained, blue-gray cloth into the wrong front pocket and it fell out. She really needed to sow that hole back up, but string was hard to come by for somepony like her, especially when she didn't want to go back to regular pony society now. She grunted and started digging again but was immediately stopped by a loud 'thump'. Excitedly, the mare wiped the wet dirt away with her hooves, unveiling a brown, wooden coffin. She used the shovel to pry the lid off with some effort and lit up with joy. This was a recent addition to the graveyard. "What luck!" Twilight cheered quietly in her head. "They're always decomposing or nothing but bones. This is just what I needed!" Carefully, the unicorn lifted the pony's body out of the grave and set it atop a rickety, two-wheeled wagon waiting for her. Twilight hopped onto the ledge leading out of the hole and paddled her hind legs as she attempted to pull herself out, only to fail and fall back in. She took a deep breath and, with considerably more determination, managed to finally get out of the grave and pack all the dirt she had dug out back in. The night smelled particularly wretched, but it was at least generous in being cold. The bodies wouldn't stink as bad as they could have. Dried plants cracked and crumbled underneath, and the various pests scattered at her approach. The cobblestone paths of the graveyard had been all-but-devoured by the errant vegetation, and even though it was regularly frequented, no pony had bothered trying to restore anything. The unicorn thought it ironic that they condemned her actions but preferred to let their fallen kin be lost to time. However, time was running short. She could see a lantern held aloft on a pole illuminating the distance and slowly approaching her location. The one inconvenience with winter times was the lack of foliage on the trees, meaning Twilight had to be extra careful of her activities since she couldn't just cover up her work and hide away. She covered her wagon with a thick tarp she magically secured into place using the metal hooks underneath, put on the harness, and started hurrying through a little hole behind a few small mausoleums leading down a steep incline no pony would follow her. As soon as the old wheels started bouncing on the damaged trail, the lantern shook. "Hello?!" the patroller called out. "Anypony there?" Twilight clenched her teeth and started pushing her body harder than she usually did, burning her muscles and causing her skin to itch all over from the temperature differences. "Hey! You there! Stop!" The patroller's shouting woke up the other security ponies of the graveyard, and a loud brouhaha started growing in what should have been a place of rest for the dead. Several more lanterns came into view in the distance while Twilight hurried to her 'safe zone'. "Shoot shoot shoot!" Twilight hissed. She looked behind her and noticed at least five ponies partially illuminated under the light of a swaying lantern approaching her. "Oooh...I don't want to...bah!" The unicorn's horn started glowing a bright purple. She then lowered her head and let her horn skid along the ground, producing purple sparks that didn't dissolve when they hit the ground. Instead, once the pursuers got close enough, the sparks popped into large clouds of thick, purple gas that filled Twilight's path. The ponies quickly gave up their pursuit as the noxious fumes attacked their eyes, throats, and lungs. The lavender unicorn hoof-pumped in her head and reached the gap. Her wagon smacked against the corner of a mausoleum and scraped against the walls in the mare's hurry, but it didn't collapse on her. The stone wall gave way to Twilight's safety, and she enveloped her and the wagon in a cushioning spell that would keep them protected once they hit the bottom of the hill far, far below. "Ha!" Twilight laughed. A few hours later, the exhausted pony found herself back home in the ruins of some long-lost civilization deep underneath a mountain. In the past, this discovery would have elicited joy so grandiose that the mare would have never been able to contain herself. Now, however... Twilight parked the wagon in a small alcove dug out by water erosion from the dripping ceiling and looked at her residence, noting everything still being in place. Her wickerlit candles sparked with purple flames, dousing the area in dim light and revealing all the errant magic that floated in the air, creating a night sky underground. The rotted cupboards and shelves the mare still used sat uncomfortably slouched on the sides of the room, straining under the weight of thick books and multiple vials of various sizes holding organs, body parts, gems, crystals, and unknown anatomical segments. Her bed, a simple wooden box filled with straw and covered with several thick sheets the mare pilfered from dumps across Equestria, had been placed next to an old fireplace still sporting the blackened burns of its past users from an age long past. Above it, Twilight had placed a poster of Celestia and Luna wrapping themselves around a half-moon and half-sun. She had enchanted it to be resistant to nearly all forms of damage and decay, but it was a spell from her youth. Well, her further youth. She would have to refresh it soon. The poster's place reminded Twilight that, although the ponies of bygone ages were no longer around, their influences could still be seen and felt by the future descendants even if they couldn't be recognized. The unicorn sighed and rested her face in her hooves, lamenting what the world had become. What she had become. She wasn't exactly hungry, at least not yet, but her reserves were almost empty, and she would need to go back into the back-alleys of some nearby city. She hated it. She hated what ponies had turned her into. Of course, Twilight had the choice to just stick around but lose her position in Canterlot due to her affiliation with Celestia...she grit her teeth. Because any and all association with the crown was considered a heinous thing, even though Twilight was relatively young at the time, no pony would have bothered to listen or employ her. She would have been forced to move to a nearby country, or somewhere very far away. The Zebrican continent might have been the better alternative, but then what? That wasn't her home, and she never knew what life outside of her precious library was like. Twilight walked over to an old metal stove, opened a hatch at the bottom and placed a few small bits of wood she had stashed between it and the fireplace. With a little magic, she managed to ignite the contents and let them burn up before closing the hatch. She thought deeply as she placed a dented, metal pot filled with water on the stove, sat down, and waited. "I hate them all," she growled. Twilight watched the air turn hazy under the pot. "They had no reason to dethrone the princess...She didn't do anything. They just wanted more power because they were afraid of Nightmare Moon, or Celestia stopped them from doing whatever nasty thing they wanted." Nightmare Moon. There was a name that Twilight hadn't thought about in a while. As the water in the pot began to simmer, the mare started to recall some information, if only to distract her mind from the interminable waiting. The Elements of Harmony had put a stop to her return three or four years ago...or was it ten? Time was hard to track when you stayed in a cave all day, doing research and reading books...The mare chuckled. That hadn't changed all too much from her time as Celestia's protégé. She sniffed and wiped her nose, doing her best to keep the tears from flowing. Tales that the 'less-than-admirable' ponies shared suggested that Nightmare Moon had been 'purified' of whatever dark magic had engrossed her, but that she had either been banished from Equestria or beheaded like her sister. No pony could make a consensus on what had happened, but the fact that the current council kept it all under wraps was a clear sign they did something they weren't supposed to. The water in the pot finally started boiling, letting Twilight remove it from the stove, smother the fire underneath it, and place the pot on a cool section instead. The mare sat at a three-legged table, pulled a cup from a hanging cabinet above the oven, filled it with a few shreddings of a plant in a nearby straw basket, then poured the water in. She took in the odor as she mixed it all up. She still hadn't perfected making tea, but she knew it was going to be the first thing that Celestia would want to drink when she was brought back. Twilight shivered. The tea still wasn't right, but it at least warmed her up and slightly filled her belly. She looked down at the leaves floating in the cup, wishing she had a giant apple pie to dig her hooves into. The mare knew that one of the bearers of the Elements was an apple farmer. It was always possible to sneak into her orchard and take some apples for herself. They were always in short supply where Twilight was. Apple trees didn't want to grow in rocky, mountainous terrain. The mare got up from her table after drinking the last of her tea and started chewing the leaf pieces. She kicked the wagon with her back legs, flipping it over and making the bodies all fall down a dirty chute into a place far below. Twilight was quick to follow through a door next to the oven and hurried down a flight of spiral steps five floors down into what she was certain used to be a massive pantry. She opened the room and lit the wickerlight candles all over what was now her laboratory. A swarm of flies was buzzing around it, annoying and disgusting the mare. She had forgotten to purge the bodies of fly eggs again. With a brief flash of light, the black, buzzing cloud turned into a silent, black cloud of ash that slowly fell down toward the ground, but Twilight was quicker than that. She grabbed a glass container sitting next to the entrance and used her magic to vacuum all the dust into it. She placed the cork back in and let the vase that was taller than her fall back. It was already one-sixth full. She would have to figure out a use for it or throw the dust out eventually. With a clap of her hooves and a massive smile, Twilight reached into a box to the left of the entrance and pulled out a face-mask and some protective covers for her hooves. Her lab was filled with open shelves of toxic and dangerous products in front of vast tables, mountains of notes on old and flaking parchments sitting in a corner, bodies in various states of decomposition sitting in cells so Twilight could observe how it all worked and what product delayed the inevitable, and on her tables long enough to seat twenty-four ponies each: A veritable treasure trove of equipment she long-term borrowed from various academies. Florence and Erlenmeyer flasks. Ring clamps and pipettes. Mortar, pestle, and wire gauze. Funnel supports, beakers, and tongs! Graduated cylinders and test tube racks! Twilight could stay in here forever! Alas, her work required her to...leave into the world. She wretched at the idea. She didn't like the feel of grass anymore. The smell of cut grass reminded her too much of-- "Alright. Let's see what the fresh newcomer has to show me," Twilight said to break her train of thought. She rushed over to a pile of bodies and organized them into three containers enchanted with ice spells. Advanced decay, basic decay, and fresh. The first two were vaguely full, but the 'fresh' was still empty and relatively clean relative to the rest of her home. It filled Twilight with a feeling of pride that she hadn't delved down that route. Princess Celestia wouldn't approve. The unicorn danced around with the body floating in the air. "I can't wait for you to tell me all about you! You'll be the best friend yet!" she mused. Twilight placed the body on a wooden dissection table and angled it to make it easier for the short pony to better reach it. She pulled out some forceps, pliers, and a scalpel and clicked the forceps together. "Tell me how I can bring Celestia back to life, my new best friend!" Twilight giggled to herself.

The Psychopath

551481

Original Character,Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

White Sun

Twilight flees Canterlot after a revolution takes her teacher away from her. In her agony she looks for a way to bring Celestia back to life, and discovers entities beyond her wildest dreams during her pursuits.

incomplete

<p>After a display of dissatisfaction turns into a revolution, Celestia found herself meeting a most unfortunate end at the hands of the mob. Being powerless to stop them or even muster up the courage to sway their minds, Twilight flees Canterlot and vows to bring Celestia back to life.</p><p>Through this vow the young unicorn starts to venture into territories of magic either hidden, forgotten, or unknown. On this path she encounters creatures and ancient entities that boggle her mind and aid her in her quest, but Twilight fears she might be losing the grander picture. Is the end of her journey bringing her beloved mentor back to life or is she slowly being corrupted by the miasma she now wades through?</p>

teen

2024-02-15T23:57:46+00:00

2024-02-16T23:28:36+00:00

The body gittered and slowly rose from the table, exciting Twilight, but where she expected eyes full of life and a restored body, she only saw an empty husk. The mare slumped, disappointed. "Darn. I thought for sure that I had it this time." She looked away and started mumbling to herself. "I guess I got the operation done correctly?" she said hesitantly as she eyed the undead up and down. "It's not slumping over, tilting around, or groaning." The undead pony turned around and walked forward, its movements stiff and unnatural. Twilight watched it curiously until it smashed into one of her shelves and almost destroyed months of research in one go. "That was close!" she strained. The unicorn held everything in her magic and painfully set everything back into place. "I guess I should have thought about the brain too," the mare grumbled. "There's always something I'm forgetting." She sighed and took the undead towards another chute and dropped it. "Have fun with the others!" she said before shutting the door. Twilight made to rub the back of her neck but remembered her dirty gloves and thanked Celestia she had remembered. Using her magic, the unicorn removed her protective equipment and dumped them into a wooden box sitting a few steps away from her clean equipment. They sizzled when they made contact with the caustic, yellow fluids held within. Tired and weary, the pony decided that now would be the best time to go and get some more supplies at the nearby city of Flarolina. It was a little under an hour's worth of walking from her home, but Twilight could use some fresh air. She was almost blinded by the sunlight above when she left the tunnels, instinctively bringing a foreleg up to shield herself. Several beetles flew past her face, ignoring the giant creature stuck in place. "Thank you, sun, but you don't need to be that aggressive," Twilight assured it. It never answered. "Safety check," she said to herself. The bushes and trees hiding the cave entrance were still there. They had grown even bigger than last year. Her saddlebags were on her back. Several of them, in fact. One of the bags was filled with... "Good! Don't have to push anything for-waaaah!" The mare yawned. "I should probably get some sleep after this." With a hop and a skip, the lavender unicorn made her way through the thickening foliage of the forest. It wasn't quite spring yet, but the plant life thought it prudent to start budding already, not to mention the ones resistant to the freezing cold. A few predators were circumvented and some newly made holes in the ground were mentally noted by the mare. They could be used as traps for any pursuers later on. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the many, many buildings of Flarolina past the tree line. Despite its immensity, it wasn't walled nor regularly patrolled because the inhabitants had an uncanny connection with one another, aiding in spotting any would-be criminals. Twilight wished she could study how such a thing came about, what it meant, and how it worked, but she was too busy. When Celestia was brought back the unicorn would dive into it. Instead, as long as she didn't do anything that warranted suspicion, they would leave her relatively alone. The roads were only just starting to be cobbled, leaving a well-used and muddy road leading into Flarolina's interior. Twilight greeted every mare and stallion she came across when they seemed amenable enough for an interaction. They lived in what were slowly becoming stone houses with tiled roofs. For an agricultural hub, Flarolina always impressed Twilight with how massive it was. Throughout the city were several trading centers where creatures from around the world would haggle fruits, vegetables, seeds, and even meat to the carnivores that lived in Flarolina's confines. It didn't smell very nice despite all the fruits that could be put on display, but that didn't really concern Twilight all that much. It still made her laugh when she saw some of the richer ponies pulled in fancy carriages cover their faces with powdered cloth in a bid to free themselves of the horrid stenches. Twilight, however, wasn't going to haggle with these folk. She took several corridors that twisted and turned into the entrails of the city and came upon a rather sizeable winery currently being delivered barrels of grapes and yeast. When the mare went into the parlor, she was met with the acidic fragrance of alcohol clearing out any stuffiness from her nostrils. There was a loud brouhaha of the patrons drinking themselves under the rounded, wood tables. Several were sitting at the bar, chatting with each other and the bartender about whatever subject interested them at the moment. Above the bar hung ropes of garlic, onion, spinach, and multiple green and red plants the mare didn't recognize, all dried out. The unicorn's entrance didn't cause any reactions by, but one of the bartenders: A gruff looking stallion that did his fair share of physical labor, nodded to Twilight and gestured to the right with a movement of his head. The mare nodded in return and walked towards a wine rack and pushed seven in a seemingly random pattern, opening up the room to a secret wine storage room. They filled the room with a golden hue and a fragrance that only a true alcoholic could enjoy, but Twilight wasn't here for it. She ignored the racks on the walls and reinforced shelves holding their treasure in rectangular, metal boxes sporting a tiny window for would-be purchasers and winemakers to observe their progress. Using her skills in magic, Twilight silently worded a spell, tracing sharp runes that pierced themselves in the air. She felt lightheaded for but a moment and found herself in yet another underground tunnel. However, it was significantly larger than the ones she took to reach her buried home and also significantly more rough-looking. It was like Twilight had jumped into a shadowy, flipped version of the Canterlot she preferred to keep in her mind. Ramshackle huts lined the 'streets', clashing with more grandiose buildings of white marble, golden trims, and jewel walls. The disparity in this underground city was more apparent than it was on the surface. Several creatures walked back and forth, several carrying bags with something trying to get out of them. Even though it disgusted her as well, Twilight couldn't do anything about the creatures she saw being carted away in cages. If they were lucky, they had just been 'purchased' by one of the liberators that partially annoyed 'ingredient hunters' as some called them. These 'ingredients' would be hidden from them and inaccessible when spotted on the surface, but at least their captors were fairly recompensed for their efforts. Twilight preferred to keep her thoughts to herself, otherwise she would never be able to come back to the only place she could get her food, drink, and equipment. Plus, to the untrained eye, this was a hole filled with very unsavory individuals. Ingredient hunters, illegal tradesmen, malpracticioners that lost their medical degree through one bad ordeal or some political event and could no longer get work, those who simply couldn't have an honest day's work if it was offered to them by Celestia herself, and those that went into the study of forbidden and forgotten magics. Twilight was one of the last ones, and she was a well-known frequenter of this underbelly of civilization. In fact, she was so well known that every creature that crossed her path would take a wide berth to avoid bumping into her. The unicorn couldn't figure out why. She never harmed anypony, at least not intentionally. At least, she always tried her best to be as friendly as she could. The unicorn saluted several ponies draped in black robes and followed them into a simulacrum of a barrow where she got to take in several thick aromas of food and spices. There were even stalls selling gallons of fresh drinking water. It wasn't that these folk were selling tainted or rotten food, but being part of the seedy underbelly of civilization meant you would eventually become infamous and barred from any establishment that could supply you with just about anything you needed. Twilight's eyes sparkled when she saw black flames somehow illuminating the dark walls of the barrow. "Black wickerlit candles!" she said with amazement. "Those are soooooooo rare!" Said candles were thrice the height of a pony and sported the thickness of one's torso. Along their black bodies were various patterns that ran up and down in swings and sways. It reminded Twilight of the tribes from the islands north of Equestria that was always engulfed in fogs and primal magics. She would have to visit the many barrows that existed up there one day. "I made 'em!" a voice responded. "Took farevah 'n took even longah tae get the ingredients." The voice belonged to a short, stout stallion. His silvery coat gleamed in the odd light of the candles that accentuated the deep blue of his eyes. His red mane was combed in such a way that Twilight found he looked like a rooster. It even leaned to the right, like a rooster's crest. The rest of him was hidden behind a full-body cloak, much like the other ponies. "Hey, Silvery Gleam!" Twilight greeted the stallion. They both embraced each other in a hug before resuming their conversation. "Getting a big muzzle?" "Whach-nu!" the stallion sputtered. "I'm johst spakin' mey pride!" "Big nose," Twilight insisted. The stallion snorted, but his frown hid his amusement. "So, whet yeh be lookin' fehr tadey?" he asked. The mare tapped her own muzzle. "Well, I just need food and water. I don't need anymore equipment right now." Silvery Gleam raised a brow. "But yeh also wehnt teh see if weh got books?" Twilight jumped up, dropping her hooves on Gleam's shoulders, and scaring him enough that he fell down. "You have new books?!" the mare asked with excessive enthusiasm. Unnerved, the stallion brushed her hooves off. "Yeh. Just...kalm yehself, pla-ease." He gestured to Twilight. "This way, ma li''le necromancah." Twilight felt herself twinge at the moniker. 'Necromancer'. She knew what that entailed, but her goals and actions were pure and true! That's how she was going to get her precious mentor back. She took in the moldy smell of old books and parchments reaching her nostrils. "Oh, I got more research to give you as payment," Twilight was good to say. Giant bookshelves of thirty or more layers rose to the ceiling above where lamps dangled to poorly illuminate the corridors. Several hooded ponies and griffins perused the contents of this forbidden library, and Twilight could have sworn she even saw a kirin. She passed some dangling bands of cloth into a smaller room covered with Saddle Arabian carpets, silks, and pillows, creating a strange mixture of colors and patterns. "Here yeh go. The usual fer ya," Gleam said. A pile of boxes and water jugs were waiting just for Twilight's hungry hand. "Even got yeh a small cookbook. 'L help yeh fer coo'in' pastries 'n such." "Thank you so much!" Twilight exclaimed. "And what about the other books?" she asked as she levitated everything into her saddlebags. The stallion raised a hoof. "Ah yes! Of course. You'll get to choose one, unless your research is more revolutionary this time." Silvery shuffled through a pile of old pillows and pulled out a box of books that had, judging from the state they were in, been pulled out of some royal archive somewhere. Shuffling paper came from one of the unicorn's saddlebags, revealing a large amount of paper held together with a thick rubber band. Silvery removed it and started shuffling through the papers. While his expression was that of apathy, he quickly started showing surprise and enthusiasm and eventually became so engrossed in Twilight's notes that he had forgotten that Twilight herself was still there. "Silvery?" she called out. Hearing his name caused the stallion to jump. "Ah! Scared meh!" He leaned over the stack of notes again then waved it at Twilight. "Tell ya what, just cuz I like yeh 'n yer a good client." He placed the notes on a short table to his right. "Yeh went n discovered eh new way o' revivin' bodies 'en kepin' 'em fresh. Whach-nu! Yeh jehst revlutionized 'em!" He ran back into the library then came back a few minutes later with a book in tow after the librarian cursed loudly at him. "Been sayin' yeh ned an assist'n." "But I--" Twilight tried to start. Silvery shook his head. "Nah! Yeh keep takin' all of dem weighty things 'n get hert every time. Take this." He handed the unicorn a book on dragon anatomy and how magic affected them. "Yer one-a the best. Get yehrself a dragon assist'n." "Ooooo," Twilight coo'd as she floated the book in front of her face." "And din forget the book!" the stallion reminded her. "But I don't need an assistant," Twilight said. "Just another mouth to feed and they'll backstab me," she growled. Silvery wrapped a foreleg around the unicorn's neck despite the size difference. He was standing on the tip of his hooves. "Ya dun need a livin' assist'n." He winked. "But they're always so stupid..." Twilight lamented. Silvery Gleam shrugged and let her go. "Ya meed stuff leyk those notes. Yeh can get yerself a dragon assist'n. Now get goin'! Goht a tilly nearby full of 'em. Go'n peeck a good one." He stopped Twilight before she could take a second stop. "After droppin' all this off, yeh?" he suggested with a raised brow. "And takin' yer free book."

The Psychopath

551481

Original Character,Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

White Sun

Twilight flees Canterlot after a revolution takes her teacher away from her. In her agony she looks for a way to bring Celestia back to life, and discovers entities beyond her wildest dreams during her pursuits.

incomplete

<p>After a display of dissatisfaction turns into a revolution, Celestia found herself meeting a most unfortunate end at the hands of the mob. Being powerless to stop them or even muster up the courage to sway their minds, Twilight flees Canterlot and vows to bring Celestia back to life.</p><p>Through this vow the young unicorn starts to venture into territories of magic either hidden, forgotten, or unknown. On this path she encounters creatures and ancient entities that boggle her mind and aid her in her quest, but Twilight fears she might be losing the grander picture. Is the end of her journey bringing her beloved mentor back to life or is she slowly being corrupted by the miasma she now wades through?</p>

teen

2024-02-17T00:32:53+00:00

2024-02-17T08:02:19+00:00

With considerable effort, Twilight found herself back home, gasping for air and exhausted. Perhaps now was the best time for her to go to sleep. Her head was pounding and her muscles ached, so with a shifting of her body, she let the saddlebags fall heavily against the floor. The book on dragon anatomy was the first thing Twilight grabbed before settling herself in bed, enjoying the quiet her own domicile gave her. If there was one thing that Twilight adored in this new life was having her own home and lying down in her bed. Aside from the occasional scurrying of pests in the walls and dripping water, the place was very quiet. It was perfect for those rare moments when Twilight would lay down on her bed, enjoying the relative softness of the straw and the warmth and weight her comforters gave her. She set the book on her pillow and started going through it, learning about how a type of magic originated from dragons rather than being accumulated and reused as ponies did. Ligaments, joints, the type of bones, susceptibility to diseases and spells. Even pages on what the 'villains' would use their parts for when captured. Twilight felt her eyes start to droop despite her efforts to stay awake. Eventually, she succumbed to her fatigue. The unicorn didn't exactly enjoy her dreams when she slept, haunted by weird nightmares of Celestia and, more recently, what she believed to be Luna, though this 'Luna' just looked like a starry sky. Twilight awoke with a start and wiped the drool from her mouth. How long had she been asleep? With some luck, she didn't sleep through the night and would be able to get to work finding a proper candidate for her spell. While she still had her doubts, a fully skeletal undead was always more useful than one with flesh still on it. That coat of slime and guts always slowed them down and made them incredibly stupid thanks to the brain becoming vaguely active due to the spell. "I wonder if it's because the brain becomes damaged the more it's left deprived of oxygen..." Twilight pondered. She levitated a parchment and ink-stained quill and wrote down her theory. "To. Test. Later!" she said as she punched a dot onto the parchment. She placed them on her unkempt bed and hurriedly looked through one of her crumbling shelves to find several old maps waiting to be unfurled. They were old and excessively outdated, but they were extremely helpful for find burial mounds, barrows, mausoleums, and, especially, old battlegrounds. Twilight had to go through three different maps of the area, but she found the 'tilly', as Silvery Gleam called them: An old battleground centuries old that pitted five groups of dragons against each other. A truly chaotic free-for-all because they were all too stubborn to decide when to strike. The unicorn had no idea why they were fighting, and she wasn't interested in that. She was, however, interested in their remains. They would be a day's journey from her home if she didn't know how to teleport. Coming back, though, was another problem. "I'll think about that later..." Twilight muttered to herself as she put on her saddlebags and strapped her shovel to her back. She took in a deep breath. "Let's go!" The mare turned to her crumbling shelves full of jar'd parts and waved a hoof at them. "Bye, everypony! I'll be back soon!" Her trip through the land was as tiring as it had always been. The unicorn preferred to experience the path forth to better travel back rather than cheat her way and teleport precisely where she needed to be. Besides: If she didn't know the location personally then the chances of a teleportation mishap were extremely high. There were patrols of armed guards that Twilight had to hide from, and, much to her annoyance, they would always take the pathways she would use: Side roads usually engulfed by brambles or frequented by nasty beasts. It was a mental chore for her to not just immediately fry the guards, but she knew better than to harm someone just because they annoyed her. They were never the same patrol, and Celestia herself said that having the power to kill is why you don't use it. Well, Twilight was paraphrasing in her own head. As night turned to day turned to night again, the unicorn found herself on a large swathe of hilly terrain covered in many rocks and boulders. The setting sun created a disturbing blood-red sky that all-too-well amplified the odd sensation that Twilight felt here. "Yes! This is where they are!" The unicorn removed her shovel from her bag and held it in her magic. "Time to start digging randomly!" she mused. Her random stabs into the earth almost instantly revealed dragon bones, but the majority she found were gigantic. There was no way she could use it as an assistant, let alone be able to control an undead of its size. The spells needed required precision Twilight didn't yet have, and she wasn't interested in creating a rogue undead dragon to terrorize the countryside and get an even larger warrant on her head. The council already had that covered when she fled Canterlot. Twilight hummed joyfully as she dug into the ground, throwing dirt everywhere and stopping when she reached an excessively large bone. While she was disappointed to not find precisely what it was she was looking for, she was still enthralled by what she kept unearthing. "I wonder..." A sinister grin grew across her face. "The princess will need an army to overthrow the council and get rid of all those traitors...equinly of course. Maybe, when I get stronger, I can raise all of them and control them." Her fur stood on end when she felt something unworldly stare at her, but the unicorn shook it off and went back to work. It was common for spirits to hate ponies like her, and she knew she deserved it, but it was for a good cause, even if they didn't care. Besides, they were dead! Why should they influence her?! It should be the other way around! After what seemed like hours of digging, and taking back some souvenirs for her lab, Twilight started coming upon smaller and smaller bones. She was unsure if they were infants or adolescents, but she could have at least taken care of these ones. "Let's see..." Twilight mulled over as she looked over the many skulls she had unearthed. "Too round, too thin, too wide, too misshapen..." She looked back at the last one and shook her head. "No, no, no...Ah ha! Yes!" She dug her shovel deeper into the ground and pulled out a crested skull missing several of said crests and sporting several fissures along its surface. "The right size!" Twilight said to herself. "Can't go half-reared on this spell. Best get it done right rather than just doing one casually." The mare pulled out a quill that, once dipped into a small inkwell full of a fuming blue liquid, started drawing runes and triangles around the dragon skeleton. It was followed by a single wickerlit candle, several colorful feathers, a jar full of gray clouds that sparked angrily. Last, but not least, was a perfectly conserved strand of Celestia's mane in a block of polished and sanded resin. It still glowed with the alicorn's magic, but it seemed to be fading. "Oh no!" Twilight said with dread. "I have to hurry!" She set the resin souvenir on the ground next to her and sat down on one of the corners of the triangle. The points had all been encircled, and several waves linking each corner and the center where the skull rested were drawn as well. Twilight took in a very deep breath and steeled herself. "Let's do this." As the mare muttered the incantation under her breath, the wickerlit candle lit up and its flame started sputtering more and more uncontrollably as time went on. At first, the dragon's remains stayed inert, then they trembled. These spasms lasted longer and longer as time went on and the magic of Twilight's spell started to seep in. Lights flickered in the empty orbits of the skull, like a gas stove trying to turn on, until a deep purple color stared at the void behind Twilight. The mare was too entranced in her spell casting to notice the results, but she could feel the ground shake as her spell weakened the soil around her prize, allowing it to casually pull out a clawed, boney hand from the soil and find purchase on solid ground further away. Fingers dug into the dirt as their owner did its best to pull itself out. With two loud thuds, the undead dragon's feet were finally out of the ground and standing on it this time. Its head twisted left and right as dirt, rocks, insects, and worms fell out of every nook and cranny of its skeletal form. Twilight's magic coursed through its body, suffusing it with power and unlife. It wrapped around its arms and legs, creating a helix of magic that allowed it movement. Its wings became glowing, purple webs just as an orb of pulsating magic formed in its torso. The crests on its head were replaced by the same ghostly energy and ran along its spine and tail. Its claws and teeth followed the same concept of 'replacement', producing a gradient of yellowed-bone to bright purple at the tips. The dragon stood over Twilight, silent and unmoving like a statue. When the unicorn's incantations finally ceased, she drooped heavily, exhausted by the effort. "That...hooo. Haven't done anything like that before." She looked at the resin souvenir and hugged it closely when she saw the strand was once more glowing vividly and changing colors. "Just like when you were still around," the mare squee'd. A glint of purple caught twilight's eyes, making her look up slowly from the three-toed feet to the four-fingered hands to the toothy skull. Her inner filly leapt more and more at the sight of her successful summoning, but she was skeptical. "Hmmm...Hop on one foot," Twilight asked. The skeleton obliged. "Okay stop. Now spin around twice." It obliged once more. "Hee hee! Now, help me get all the ingredients back into my saddlebags, and carry them for me please." Twilight rocked in place, excited at seeing this bipedal skeleton doing just what she wanted. "Hmmm...You seem to be an adolescent, but I'm unsure of the age you used to have. What's your name?" The mare waited for answer, but the skeleton did not react. It preferred to pick the feathers and quill up and stuff them in one of the saddlebags. "Oooh. Shy, huh? Hmmm. What to call you what to call you..." Her eyes lit up suddenly. "I know! I wanted to call the dragon I was supposed to hatch 'Spike'. She chuckled nervously. "Hooo. What a fiasco that turned out to be." Unpleasant memories cascaded through her mind, bringing her back to that day where she was going to pass the exam to enter Celestia's school for the most gifted ponies. She was meant to force a dragon egg to hatch. Where they acquired such an egg was a mystery, but ultimately unimportant. Twilight thought she wasn't going to succeed, and the stress caused her magic to bounce on itself and overflow, and with the ambient magic around Canterlot because of Celestia's mere presence and what laid dormant within the unicorn, chaos erupted. The unicorn clutched her head as she tried to remember what happened to her parents. All she could truly recall was that they had to go to physical therapy for years after the fiasco, prompting Celestia to take Twilight in, albeit temporarily, to help reign in her magic. As for the dragon egg, it had been cooked thoroughly, and nothing came from it save a meal that egg eaters would have maybe enjoyed. That part of the school had to be quarantined while the errant, damaged magic was siphoned off and stabilized by experts. It was a terrible tragedy for Twilight, but thanks to Celestia's intervention, it had become a mostly joyous memory, though Twilight wasn't sure what happened to her parents and brother when she fled Canterlot after Celestia's...Her hooves dug into the ground. 'Spike' responded to her agitated status and stood with its back towards her, looking around for any threats to its master. Twilight couldn't help but giggle softly. "It's okay, Spike. Just memories reopening old wounds. Come on," she said as she sat back up. "Let's go home and figure out where I can put you when I don't need you."

The Psychopath

551481

Original Character,Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

White Sun

Twilight flees Canterlot after a revolution takes her teacher away from her. In her agony she looks for a way to bring Celestia back to life, and discovers entities beyond her wildest dreams during her pursuits.

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<p>After a display of dissatisfaction turns into a revolution, Celestia found herself meeting a most unfortunate end at the hands of the mob. Being powerless to stop them or even muster up the courage to sway their minds, Twilight flees Canterlot and vows to bring Celestia back to life.</p><p>Through this vow the young unicorn starts to venture into territories of magic either hidden, forgotten, or unknown. On this path she encounters creatures and ancient entities that boggle her mind and aid her in her quest, but Twilight fears she might be losing the grander picture. Is the end of her journey bringing her beloved mentor back to life or is she slowly being corrupted by the miasma she now wades through?</p>

teen

2024-02-17T23:40:32+00:00

2024-02-18T12:29:32+00:00

"Now comes the tricky part: Getting back home without anypony seeing us," Twilight told Spike. "Gotta be careful if there's any patrols. A few farmers or regular travelers won't cause much issue, but the patrols know how to fight." She looked up at the undead staring at her pathetically. "Hmmm. You're right. What if they're fighters, just not in uniform." She clapped her hooves together. "Well, that's why we're going to try and avoid everypony on the way! Come, come!" Now it was going to be a long trek back, but this time with an undead dragon in tow! It kept Twilight's saddlebags slung over its left shoulder and kept itself just a few steps away from its master. The unicorn couldn't do anything about the glowing caused by her spell, an unfortunate side-effect of the ritual she used to create Spike, but it at least meant the binding magic was stable and powerful. Until she undid it or was...killed, then the bindings would never dispel themselves. The travel back was taking longer than she had hoped, and with the exhaustion brought on by the spell, Twilight was starting to pass out from exhaustion. She couldn't just tell Spike to carry her home because it didn't know where 'home' was. Because of this unintentional moment of laxitude, Twilight fell out of the brush and into the open at a frequented road farmers were using. One was a graying earth pony stallion carrying a pitchfork on his back. His coat of tarnished gold vanished in the clay soil exposed by frequent passers, and his well-kempt mane and tail had been fashioned to look like a whip of cream on a pie. He was walking next to a wagon his much younger son was pulling, though not without considerable effort. Unlike his father who had a sturdy body built from years of toil, the son was still small both in musculature and size. "Come on, son," the father encouraged. "When I was your age I was already able to pull the cart to my city and back home." The young stallion grunted. "Yeah but...I bet you didn't...have to travel...five hours! I didn't know straw could...be so heavy!" Twilight's shuffling and near-collapse on the ground caught the two's attention. "Wait here," the father said. "I'll go check." His son removed the harness, thankful, and sighed in relief at the chance to rest. His father helped Twilight up out of the piles of dead leaves and errant dried sticks and plants, brushing some off the mare's coat. "Are you okay, miss?" he asked. Twilight cleared her throat and pushed herself away from the stallion, stretching thoroughly. "I'm just really tired," she emphasized. "Did a reaaaaaally big spell earlier and-" She chuckled. "I did not expect it to use that much magic or required that much precision." The stallion raised a brow. "Magic? So you're a scholar of sorts?" He looked towards the forest, his heart accelerating. "Can't say I've seen many unicorns around here." "Well, forests are the best place to find reagents and such," Twilight said. "And places removed from the really big cities like Canterlot tend to have the best ingredients and als plenty that no pony knew about already." "That's true..." the father agreed hesitantly. He didn't know why, but he felt extremely uncomfortable around this mare. Something about her presence and her casual attitude after coming out of what is considered to be a dangerous forest by many. "Do you want something to drink? We have some water we can spare." Twilight waved the stallion off. "No! No. No need to dig into your own reserves. Everypony has their own needs, and I have some water with me anyways," the mare explained. "I just need to relax a bit and take in some spare magic to restore my reserves. If I wait a bit it should come quickly enough." She shifted in place nervously. "I just prefer doing that in the safety of my own home." "I can understand that," the farmer said. He scratched his head and looked around again, unable to get rid of that uncomfortable feeling. "I don't feel safe out here, for example. Something...uncomfortable is lurking around the forest. You should come with us." "No need," Twilight said with a smile. "My new friend is accompanying me." She leaned in to the stallion and whispered in his ear. "He's a bit shy so he doesn't speak much at all, sadly." "A friend? Where is this friend?" Before Twilight could answer, a glowing, purple light invaded the farmer's vision, and from the crackling branches of the trees and bushes came the skeleton of an adolescent dragon, standing three ponies tall. The lavender unicorn found herself getting pulled aside aggressively by the old stallion. "An undead! Quickly! Get onto the wagon!" the farmer ordered Twilight in a rush. "Son, I'll be pulling the wagon from now on! We need to get to the city as quickly as possible and alert the guard!" "Hey, wait--!" Twilight attempted to protest. "What?! But your joints! You won't be able to move if you push yourself like that!" the son protested. "Don't pull on me!" the unicorn continued. "Let me go!" The farmer threw his child a glare and pushed him aside. "I'm not too old to pull a piece of wood with dry grass on it! Get the harness on me and get that unicorn in the wagon." "I said let me go!" With a flash of light the old stallion lost his grip on Twilight, freeing her from his misguided protection. The old pony had fallen to the ground, and when he could see again, the younger farmer rushed to his father's aid. "I told you to stop!" Twilight said angrily. She massaged her foreleg with her magic before turning towards the undead. "This is the friend I was talking about," she said with a smile. The unicorn looked up at the undead that was looking down on them with its empty 'eyes' and bounced in place giddily, the forceful protectiveness of the old farmer having already disappeared from her mind. "Isn't he nice? He's helping me carry my things." "Wh-wh-why isn't it attacking her?" the son asked his father. The farmer's brows furrowed and slowly took his pitchfork off his back. "Get ready to gallop away as fast as you can." "But the wa--" the son attempted to raise his concerns. "Don't bother with some straw!" the father 'yelled' at him through clenched teeth. "Just get going when I start yelling. I'll follow you right after." The stallion clenched his pitchfork in one hoof and steeled himself. He took a very deep breath he was worried would be his last. It tasted so sublime all of a sudden. "Necromancer!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Necromancer! Guards! Guaaards!" he bellowed harder. "No no no no! Stop!" Twilight pleaded. "I won't do anything! I just keep to myself!" she continued while trying to get the farmer to quiet down. The unicorn saw the son bolt off and let herself slump. There went her moment of peace and quiet. "Nooo..." she lamented. "I'll get rid of you, abomination against nature!" the farmer threatened. He galloped towards Twilight with the pitchfork in his mouth; Once close enough, the stallion spat it out into his hooves and raised his tool at the unicorn, ready to plunge the spikes into her body. "Don't kill him!" Twilight shouted suddenly. "Why would she say that?" the farmer thought briefly. He quickly learned why. A giant hand came crashing down from above, jettisoning the farmer into the ground so hard he could hear cracks rumble through his body and the air blowing out from his lungs. He bounced up, slowly flipped, then landed on his back. His makeshift weapon landed near him a few steps away, the clay absorbing the sound of the impact. Twilight was panicking and bouncing around the body, unsure of what to do. "What did you do?" she asked Spike. "Is he breathing?" She watched the farmer's chest and sighed in relief. "Sir, are you still awake?!" Despite his now-glassy eyes being open, the stallion would not respond to any stimuli. "Ooooh!" The unicorn paced around more, dragging a hoof through her mane. She would have to use a spark of some kind to garner attention, but then other ponies might be able to track her magical signature. Her reagents from the ritual at least absorbed errant magic for her to dissolve later, but something like this? If she didn't use the flare then anypony around would be none the wiser and the farmer would die. If she did then somepony might come around and help him, but then they might be able to track her. "Why help them? You didn't do anything to them and they immediately attempted to kill you," a voice said to Twilight. "But they were just scared," Twilight argued. "Everypony is scared of what they don't understand." "But did they even try to understand you?" the voice argued. "Seeing how they acted, would they have even listened to you?" The unicorn gnawed on her hoof, unsure of what to do. She looked at Spike who towered over her and remained as immobile and stoic as he was since his summoning. "But...Celestia wouldn't approve..." Twilight lamented. "What would she think of her precious pupil if they let somepony die when she had the chance to save them?" "Don't forget that the other pony will be coming back soon anyways. It won't be that hard for him to come back with a horde of soldiers and city guards. Who knows what patrols heard his screaming as well?" Twilight's eyes widened. The patrols! They would kill her on the spot and destroy Spike. She couldn't afford it when she was so close to her goals! At least, she was certain she was close. It had only been a few years. That was a lot of time. Surely there wasn't more. "Spike! We have to go! Hurry!" Twilight said in a panic. She dragged the farmer to the side of the road. Just close enough that somepony would notice him and just far enough that he wouldn't be crushed by a distracted wagon puller. To her dismay, Twilight could see large amounts of armed and armored ponies rushing past the foliage on the main road a half hour after fleeing back into the forest. She had to remain as quiet as she possibly could so they wouldn't hear her. This wasn't the first time she had to hide from patrols, but it was the first time she had 'baggage' with her. An army would be needed to chase off all these ponies, and the mare didn't want to deal with that. That would be far too much work. It took two days for Twilight to finally be able to return to her home, having had to sleep in caves or little holes she dug out of the ground and kept supported with a spell. It was very unpleasant. She could still feel the uncomfortable, uneven ground underneath her and the humid stuffiness of the soil with worms, insects, and moles wriggling around her. Now was different, however. Now she was home! Where it was dark and somewhat damp...but she had a straw bed and all her amenities! And also the ground wasn't lumpy. "Well, that was an unpleasant experience," Twilight sighed in relief. "You can place the saddlebags at your feet, Spike. I'll take care of everything." When she saw he was about to just let them drop, she panicked. "Carefully! Carefully place them down!," she insisted. The skeleton acquiesced and bent down to place the saddlebags on the stone floor as slowly and carefully as it could conceive. Twilight felt herself relax again so soon after two days of constant stress. She walked to her rotting shelf holding all her maps and pulled one out from the top left corner and unfurled it in the air. Behind it sat a small clay bowl in which a piece of charcoal sat, and behind that was a piece of stale, dry bread. "Hmmm. I can't go this way anymore," Twilight said. Her final words ended with a hiccup. She could feel her lips trembling but did her best to hold it in. She circled the road and the surrounding areas with the coal before looking around. "This one I haven't been to in six months." The unicorn paused a moment, pensive. "Okay. I'll put this one on a maybe and scout it out later." She drew a question mark on the road and used the bread to erase as much of the charcoal markings as she could. She had to be careful, because maps like this were hard to come by. Excessively hard, especially for somepony in her position. She yawned and flopped on her bed, exhausted. "Well, I'm beat." The mare buried her face in her pillow and grunted. "Spike, you can watch the entrance for any intruders. Wake me up if you see anypony trying to come in, okay?" The undead did not respond. It simply did as it was commanded and moved silently to the door leading into Twilight's home and stared at it. "Close enough," Twilight giggled quietly before dozing off.

The Psychopath

551481

Original Character,Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

White Sun

Twilight flees Canterlot after a revolution takes her teacher away from her. In her agony she looks for a way to bring Celestia back to life, and discovers entities beyond her wildest dreams during her pursuits.

incomplete

<p>After a display of dissatisfaction turns into a revolution, Celestia found herself meeting a most unfortunate end at the hands of the mob. Being powerless to stop them or even muster up the courage to sway their minds, Twilight flees Canterlot and vows to bring Celestia back to life.</p><p>Through this vow the young unicorn starts to venture into territories of magic either hidden, forgotten, or unknown. On this path she encounters creatures and ancient entities that boggle her mind and aid her in her quest, but Twilight fears she might be losing the grander picture. Is the end of her journey bringing her beloved mentor back to life or is she slowly being corrupted by the miasma she now wades through?</p>

teen

2024-02-19T00:32:32+00:00

2024-02-19T11:29:43+00:00

"Pass me the larger scalpel and some forceps," Twilight asked her 'assistant'. The undead fumbled along the table placed next to her, eventually pulling out a thick blade and two forceps. Twilight dug into her latest experimental subject with them and fried several bugs along the way with her magic. "You got a little infestation problem," she said to the corpse. She stuck her tongue out in disgust. "They ate away at you! Pffff..." The unicorn started calculating and running theories in her mind as she observed the damage. "What are you most fond of in a body that you chomp on first, I wonder." She leaned to the side and gave a smile to the milky-eyed body. "Don't worry. This won't take much longer." She started cutting through the surface of the skin, causing fatty deposits to start leaking out. She pried the meat apart and observed the muscle and fatty tissue beneath. "There's more bugs in the meat than the fat? Interesting. Maybe..." Spike leaned forward, expecting an order. "Maybe I should look for more hefty ponies." She dropped a forceps into a surgical tray and grunted. "But I need civilian records. No way am I going to be able to get any of those." The mare walked over to a heavy door she struggled to open even with her magic and unveiled a frozen land of ice and blue light. A large, blue orb was floating near the ceiling, slowly bobbing up and down as it dropped sparkles of ice and snow from its base. It would release a freezing wave every few seconds, preventing anything from starting to melt and rot. However, it also caused anything going in, whether living or dead, to instantly start freezing over when hit by one of the waves. Twilight 'restored' the orb, causing it to enlarge from a foal's hoof to just half the size of her head and quickly pulled out several limbs and torsos. The unicorn slammed the door shut, shivering uncontrollably. "Th-th-th-therrrre. G-g-got th-them!" Creating a ring of fire around, her, the mare waited that she defrosted and finally stopped shivering. It took a while, but Twilight was now free to do what she wanted. She started cutting off pieces of the limbs and placing them in the corpse she was working on and sewing the bits into place. Spike continued to watch her, immobile and emotionless, as its master toiled for hours on her project. When she had finally accomplished her task, the unicorn wiped her forehead of sweat with a clean rag. "I think I've got it," she wheezed. "Now let's see if I was right." With a glow from her horn, the body started to twitch and spasm erratically on the table. Spike pulled Twilight away just in-case. With a sudden 'jump-start' to itself, the zombie was standing lopsided, with its forelegs bent at wrong angles and head completely bent off to the side, making it parallel to the ground. "Ha ha, oops," Twilight giggled sheepishly. "I forgot to check if there were broken bones." She watched as the zombie fumbled about, trying to walk, but failing due to its unfortunate bone structure. However, when the shards would bend apart further due to the strain, the zombie's remade muscles would force them back into place. "Fascinating!" Twilight said enthusiastically. She pulled out several sheets of paper and started writing her notes and theories meticulously. "Rebuilt muscle is stronger than regular for a zombie. Pushes bones back into place, although they do not heal." She tapped her lip several times with her quill. "Does the source factor in any way? Sex? Age? Mutations could be a beneficial addition. Does the amount of magic introduced do anything?" Twilight continued like this for several more minutes before gazing at the zombie in pity and dumping it down the same chute as all the others. "I'm sorry it didn't work out, but the others will help get you on your four hooves again! I'm always here if you need anything!" she shouted after the zombie. The unicorn continued noting ideas and got ready to grab another subject from the pile when she stopped herself. She looked at the chute then back at the pile and became furious. She had been using the same subjects in the same region for years now. She needed new subjects from elsewhere. Errant magic in the air was never the same in other places, and they tended to change the state of the inhabitants in those areas unnoticeably. Well, unnoticeably to anypony that wasn't well versed in magic and spells. Twilight paced about the room, thinking closely about what she should do. If she stayed around her home she would have an easier time getting subjects and evading capture. However, she would never manage to get more information on the changing variable concerning pony bodies in every region, and dissecting some kirin could be beneficial as well, but they were an odd bunch. The mare shook her head. She was getting off track. The first thing she needed to do was get information on any areas further away from her home and reagents for a teleportation medallion...or rune to carve directly onto her bones. She winced at the idea. She knew many 'unsavory' elements that went about it that way. They wouldn't be able to get the medallions stolen that way, but if there was a magic disruptor around the prison, then the spell could go very awry. A medallion was safer, but if you couldn't hide or disguise it, it tended to give you away to everypony looking at you. "I think...I'll just do the medallion. I'll be able to have it locked to here and change it whenever, and if I need to change it it'll be easy, and not painful!" the mare shouted. "What do you think, Spike?" she said with a smile. The skeleton did not respond. "You're right! We need to get you a disguise." She looked around impatiently and huffed. "Let's go back upstairs. Should be able to make you something." Being unable to find much of anything, the mare grabbed an assortment of old clothes she couldn't wear anymore and linked them together with some basic threading spells. It wasn't as good as actual sewing and would wear off in just a few hours if not maintained, but it did its job in a pinch. Now Spike looked like he was draped in a faded, grimy quilt. "Close enough!" Twilight cheered. "Let's get back to Silvery Gleam and ask him if he knows anything. You'll love Flarolina. I just need to get my saddlebags first then we can go." Still doing her best to evade the looks of anypony by taking the least frequented streets, the two still got several looks when anypony spotted Spike, but nobody called out to them. They were too scared of the glowing lights coming from behind the hood of the giant creature accompanying Twilight. Unfortunately, things didn't continue this smoothly as the mare had hoped. Two guards noticed and called out to them, but if they approached, they would realize what Spike was. The chase had started. Even though Twilight was experienced with wandering the wastes, she didn't have the training the two pursuers had. They blew whistles to alert their fellows and anypony else around, realizing that these two were suspicious. One rule of the underground city was to never lead the guards to its entrances. Anypony around that realized what you were doing would throw you to them no questions asked. Like a good citizen. Fortunately for Twilight, this wasn't her first chase. Twilight had Spike carry her and felt his bones dig into her body, but it was insignificant for the moment. She managed to dodge the guards in an alleyway, and with not a moment to spare, she began casting several spells in conjunction with one another. A spell of concealment to hide among the refuse piling up in the back alleys, a distraction spell that would create seven fake versions of her and Spike, and a quieting spell so the more astute ponies wouldn't notice her even if she were concealed. When the two guards slid to a halt in the mud just in front of Twilight, she felt her heart stop, her blood freeze, and instinctively held her breath in fear. The two were befuddled and started looking around. Why did this part of the city only just start getting roads placed?! "Could be they concealed themselves," one guard supposed. "Could be, but we don't know how to dispel those," the other replied. The first waved the statement off. "Pshh. You don't need a dispelling...spell...to find anypony hidden by a concealing spell." She looked at the ground and twisted her hoof. "They always leave something behind. Sloppy." The guard looked at the piles of garbage around and grimaced. "Disgusting. Broken wagon wheels, boxes, rotting food. Gross." "Hey!" the second shouted. "They're over there!" "What?!" Twilight and Spike 'accidentally' slipped into view on the other side of the street and quickly ran away, chased by the two guards. "Ha ha. Told you it would work," Twilight whispered to her assistant. "And look! Right where we need to be down there." She pointed across a large, open space where several ponies were walking about for one reason or another. "Try and rush past them and straight into that street down there. Straight across." The mare grunted. "I'll...keep the concealment going for as long as I can." Spike obeyed and rushed across as fast as he could. A 'fast' that stunned Twilight. He was somehow going faster than a pony on just his two legs. She wasn't sure what the factor was, whether it be the helix 'muscles', him being a dragon, or something else, but it didn't matter all too much. It was just unfortunate that some ponies were in the way and he didn't bother to dodge them. It was a nasty sight for Twilight to see a pony flying into the air, spinning rapidly then landing limply onto the ground in front of horrified onlookers. The dragon slid in front of the winehouse Twilight used to get underground and dropped her. With a groan the unicorn released the concealment spell, allowing her and her assistant to go into the establishment. The noises inside went silent when everyone saw the giant accompanying Twilight. Not one to ask questions, the older barkeep gestured to the usual location. Finally underground, Twilight gestured to Spike to remove his disguise. They were 'safe' down here, after all. He obeyed and passed her his makeshift cloak that she folded and placed into her saddlebags. Even though she was proud of her creation and trotting jubilantly across the dirty streets, the frequenters of the city were more than horrified. Several ran out of the way, some even screaming dramatically. A few griffins had even somehow made their way into the city, but even though they were known for their bellicose nature, they moved out of the way of the necromancer and her undead dragon when she neared them. She made her way back to the barrows and once again found her senses flooded by spices and, as she passed the entrance, moldy books and old parchment covered in decaying wax. She looked around and started getting worried when she couldn't see Silvery Gleam anywhere. A few of the patrons picking out books or reading and taking notes stopped briefly to stare at Spike. They either displayed apathy, vague intrigue, curiosity, or outright fear. Those that perused the contents of this 'illegal' library weren't strangers to Twilight's craft. The mare smiled when she heard Gleaming's strange accent loop around a corner. He was speaking with a tall pegasus covered head-to-toe in gray-blue armor that had been singed black in many places. The pegasus nodded to him and made to leave when they spotted Twilight and her assistant. "Hi!" Twilight greeted. The pegasus looked at her undead and gave her a nod of acknowledgment before continuing their way. "Ha ha! Look at you!" Silvery declared loudly. "Ya yeer own assistant!" he said more quietly. "Didn't think yeed manage ta bag a big dragon from tha' tilly! Came here just ta gloat?" he teased Twilight with a gentle jab to her ribs. Spike made to crush the stallion like it did to the farmer, but Twilight blocked it. "No, Spike! It's okay! He's a friend. That was just some fun, is all." The dragon backed away and let its arm drop to its side, once again motionless. "Hoo. Still havin' trooble controlling it, huh?" Silvery said nervously. "He's learning. Don't worry," Twilight brushed the problem away. "I didn't come here to show him. I came here because I need some reagents for a teleporter medallion for me and Spike, and I want to know the best places to get samples outside of this region." The mare's expression went from lighthearted to serious. "It's extremely important for my research." "Ya neemed it?" Silvery said in monotone. "Well, Ay can manage tha'. Come. We're goin' tee the resehrves." Twilight felt her excitement increasing once again. It was almost palpable. "Oh, and we haveen't managed tae find Celestia's body yet. They hid her tilly well, the bastards."

The Psychopath

551481

Original Character,Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

White Sun

Twilight flees Canterlot after a revolution takes her teacher away from her. In her agony she looks for a way to bring Celestia back to life, and discovers entities beyond her wildest dreams during her pursuits.

incomplete

<p>After a display of dissatisfaction turns into a revolution, Celestia found herself meeting a most unfortunate end at the hands of the mob. Being powerless to stop them or even muster up the courage to sway their minds, Twilight flees Canterlot and vows to bring Celestia back to life.</p><p>Through this vow the young unicorn starts to venture into territories of magic either hidden, forgotten, or unknown. On this path she encounters creatures and ancient entities that boggle her mind and aid her in her quest, but Twilight fears she might be losing the grander picture. Is the end of her journey bringing her beloved mentor back to life or is she slowly being corrupted by the miasma she now wades through?</p>

teen

2024-02-20T00:18:16+00:00

2024-02-20T00:18:15+00:00

Twilight drooped slightly at Silvery's news. "Oh..." The stallion shrugged. "It is what it is, sohry teh say." He walked around Spike, taking in every little detail of the undead dragon, and whistled. "Quite the specimen. Even rehpleeced his missing bits with a bit of meegic hullabaloo," he mused. The unicorn was quick to start digging through her saddlebags and pull out a few small dragon bones. "I've got these as payment this time. Genuine adult dragon bone." Silver raised a hoof and took them. "Seems genuine," he stated while looking them over. "Pretty good quality. Surprised yeh even meeneged ta sneak these through anyp--" He stopped himself and smirked. "Ah. Right. Yer forced to circumvent eeveerythin'." There was an awkward silence as he put the bones away in his cloak and the two ponies had nothing to follow-up on. "Yeh eever wondah what it would've been leyk if Celeestia didn't...yeh know..." He drooped his head several times. Twilight looked away. "I...try not to think about it." She smiled at Silvery, though her expression was clearly forced. "I'm just working to bring her back! Then I can stop all of this," she claimed. The stallion nodded, not believing a word. "Theen come ohn. Leet's go see what there is." The two entered the strange room again. Twilight never paid much attention to it, but there was a strange scent in the air. Whether it came from the decorations or not was a mystery that the unicorn wasn't too interested in delving into. The two ponies were surprised when Spike stepped into the room and the magic bindings started to spark and fluctuate wildly out of control. "Get it out!" Silvery shouted. The two pushed the skeleton away and sighed in relief when Twilight's spell stabilized. "Hoo. Was close," the stallion wheezed. "Gave me a fright." "There's anti-magic in here?!" Twilight realized. The stallion nodded. "Yes. Good for negotiations, now teel yer skellie teh stay out." Twilight didn't feel comfortable with leaving Spike alone by himself. After all, he didn't know much about the world at all, and his shyness would make him easy to take advantage of. Noticing Silvery's disapproving glare, the mare toughened herself up for Spike's benefit. "You can wait outside, Spike," she ordered it. "Just don't talk to anypony you don't know, okay?" The skeleton did not respond. "Great! I'll be back shortly." Silvery rolled his eyes. "Hey! Jam! We need you' eexpertise!" When there was no answer, the stallion became increasingly annoyed. "Jam! Don't make meh get in theere and turn make you' name an observation!" Twilight jumped back when a wall slid off to the side, knocking over several pillows and piled up comforters and wall carpets. "Whaaaat?" an angry voice crowed. "I'm busyyyy!" "Need heelp identifyin' some good pleeces fer my client." The unicorn tried to get a better view of the yellow light obscured by Silvery's body, but she was unable to even catch a glimpse of the source before the door was shut close by Jam. As she stepped forward, Twilight realized that every other step produced a heavy 'clunk' noise. It didn't take long to see why. She was a battered pegasus with stubs in place of her wings and a wooden left foreleg. It was equipped with joints and seemed to move with every flex of her shoulder muscles, but it was a stiff movement. Her fur was a vibrant pink color, and her mane and tail were both grape colored with three thin, vertical streaks of dandelion yellow going through them. The mare's rough, yellow eyes told Twilight that this pony wasn't somepony to annoy. There were years of hardships in them. Twilight attempted to introduce herself. "H-hello! My name is--" "Twilight Sparkle. Yeah. I know," Jam said grumpily. "Sunshine Sunshine, lady-bugs awake!" she mocked. "How do--" "You're the little necromancer that installed herself around these parts after Celestia got beheaded," she said while tracing her hoof across her neck. She laughed afterward. "What a mess that was." She leaned in close to Twilight and almost fell over because of her prosthetic. "You know, for the right price or a service, I can tell you what's happening in Canterlot right now." The unicorn gulped. She was really, really curious to know what had happened to the castle when that awful day occurred. "I...I'm okay," Twilight said quietly. "Stop tormentin' her," Silvery chastised. Jam turned to him, shaking her head a bit and looking at him with bafflement. "What? It's info. Everypony loves info." "Yeh, but thees is the first time I've called for yae. Could use some tact." The pegasus grunted as she adjusted the latches of her prosthetic. "Yeah yeah. So how much gold is she giving? Or did she bring us some jewels or something?" The stallion grinned. "Going with yer profeesion, I figured yeh wouldn't know." Jam looked up slightly. "Know what?" "Thees li''le pony's the one that's been geeving us all that research." The uncaring attitude of the pegasus seemed to lighten as she looked at Twilight with a big smile. "Is she now?" "Y-yes," Twilight said. She backed away instinctively as Jam approached her with her head slung low. "I can bring gold if you--" "No need!" Jam said. "All that research you've given us has made us rich, rich, rich!" Silvery's eyes shot open. "Jam!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs. Some spit flew from his mouth and landed near the vaguely annoyed pegasus. "What? She's not going to stop giving us research, are you, filly?" the mare asked slyly. Twilight shook her head in response. "And we're busy searching for Celestia's body anyways." Her stubs shook a bit before the pegasus continued. "Tell you what: You've given us so much that I won't charge you this time for any knowledge. Why, I may not even charge you later either!" she laughed. "And don't mind Grumpo. He works on a businessman mentality." She tapped her head with her good hoof. " 'We've got to make mo-ney' type, you understand?" Twilight nodded quickly. "So what is it you want?" The mare cleared her throat and straightened herself out, catching herself from looking at Jam's 'wings' several times. "I want to know if there's somewhere far away from this region where I could find some useful...specimens for my experiments. It's the same kind of magic saturation here and I realized that I need new specimens from elsewhere if I'm going to--" Twilight was interrupted by a hoof shoved in her mouth. "Ponies or something else?" "Prrners," Twilight responded. "How far?" Jam asked. When Twilight couldn't respond, the pegasus chuckled. "Fine. I'll think of something," she said while turning around to go back to the golden room. "Two days of continual marching without resting should be a good distance for you." She spun around. "Although, I think you would find wild magic more efficient in your studies, I think." "Wild magic? Why? Celestia--" "Was an alicorn," Jam interjected. She gestured to her forehead. "Have those giant horns and their magic is unique. Uncontrollable to non-unicorns. Similar thing. Worth a venture, and I'm certain you'll find some ponies that died in these places." "Yeeh. Okay. While yae talk about that, I'll geet the ingredients for yer meedallions," Silvery said with a hint of annoyance. "Okay, thanks," Twilight said with a light smile. There was a pause as Jam ran some knowledge through her head. "There's still some alicorn magic out there," she grinned knowingly. "Could try asking my employees--" "No that's fine!" Twilight rejected vehemently. "I'm good." She pursed her lips in anticipation and worry. "So...what are--" "Hold on," Jam interrupted her again. The pegasus rushed off toward the golden room, pulling the wall back in the process and forgetting to shut it again. The temptation was grand and almost palpable, and Twilight soon found her legs moving forward on their own. Unfortunately, she still wasn't able to check what was beyond the veil as Jam popped back out with a huge, rolled-up parchment slumped over her back. "Here," Jam said. She pulled a short table away from a group of couches placed in a half-circle shape and laid the parchment over it. It was a view of Equestria from far above. A consequence was the lack of smaller details which chased out many of the smaller towns and cities. The pegasus put her hoof on a spot surrounded by mountainous and hilly terrain as well as several small woods dotted about. "We're here, in Flarolina." She circled the area, covering a few larger cities including the graveyard Twilight had 'looted' atop a high cliff. "You've been snooping around here for a few years. Some places with wild magic that you might be interested in-" She briefly looked Twilight in the eyes. "which have ponies, of course-" Jam smiled. "would be places like the Terrestrial Nebula up here across the border into the Crystal Empire's territory." Twilight tensed up at the name. "It's a field of crystal-like structures that create an artificial nebula of colors and shapes using magic that the Empire is still studying now that they've returned. Its ecosystem is one of the best things you can see as a biologist," Jam mused. "The advantage is that it's only half a day's walk from here and there's an underground tunnel system that goes on forever, so even though it's not that far from the usual, you'll have plenty of time to explore and find what you want." "Eeeeh. I don't feel comfortable going up there...yet..." Twilight said quietly. She shifted in place, clearly uncomfortable with the idea. Jam immediately broke Twilight's imagination by slamming her prosthetic onto the table, starting the unicorn. "Aaaaaall the way down here, way past Canterlot, is a forest called 'Everfree'. Supposedly it's like its own little pocket world that doesn't follow what is happening outside somehow. Day and night cycles don't really follow the outside world, and strange critters live within." "And it houses the Castle of the Two Sisters," Twilight said in awe. "That's...really tempting." "Well, over here on the bottom left of the map, bordering the desert is the Golden Pin Woods. This place is...odd. The trees and plants look like they're made of stone, and much like the Everfree it's basically its own little place, but it grows from the sand and there's no seeds or anything that comes from it, so no pony knows how it's growing. Those that live there tend to trim it down every six months, so it can't grow far." Jam looked at the yellow, angular sticks drawn to represent it. "Pretty sure there's stuff underneath. They grow on sand so anypony that died there must have sunk underneath, so what could be there?" Twilight's eyes darted between the two locations faster and faster before she closed her eyes and yelled. "Golden Pin! I'll go there!" "Fantastic!" Jam said. She rolled up the parchment and stuck it in her robe. "I'll give you the instructions to get down there shortly. The rest is up to you." The pegasus hopped in place. "And don't forget that a trip like this will likely take you a week, if not more, on hoof. Better look for ways to go faster. Still, not as far as Everfree would have been." After around fifteen minutes, Twilight was given the reagents and materials for her medallions as well as the instructions and a cheap copy of a map that would lead her down to the Golden Pin Woods. She waved the two goodbye, grabbed Spike, and immediately started mumbling to herself as she tried to come up with several plans for her trip. It wasn't urgent, but she couldn't wait to take the trip! Jam bashed the stallion in the shoulder with a jab from her good hoof. "Hey, you heard about the Crystal Empire?" "What about it?" Silvery asked angrily while rubbing his leg. "Heard Empress Cadance and Emperor Shining Armor have been decrying the state of Equestria to the world, defaming the council that rules over us 'all'," the mare mused. Silvery snorted. "That why you tried to get Twilight to go north? So she'd be stuck with those two?" Jam shrugged. "Maybe," she said before going silent for a moment. "She's a strange one, that's for sure. Could have done her a lot of good to go there," Jam told Silvery. "Yeah. For a neecromencer she's very 'pure' in a sense." The stallion rubbed the back of his neck. "Somepony like her, though..." "Yeah yeah," Jam interrupted. "Necromancy isn't the best thing to be studying, but I figure, with her goals, she won't go power-hungry like the other idiots we get here." "That's not it," Silvery said with increased worry. "A pony so weell-intentioned like her is more easily consumed bey their purpose 'n goal the loonger it teekes ta be accomplished." Jam looked at the stallion sideways. "What are you getting at?" The stallions expression grew somber. "I'm worried she'll geet so impehtient she'll becohm a lich."

Pistache

551482

Flurry Heart,Princess Cadance,Shining Armor,Anthro,Porn,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Sex

Hearts & Hooves Dad

What better day than Hearts & Hooves Day to go on a first date? Even a princess wants a good first date. And that sometimes implies her father.

complete

<p>Flurry Heart has a problem. Her heart desires something that she can't obtain. Well, at least not in front of the population. But, who can tell the difference between a father and a daughter spending time together and them dating? No one, probably. A good opportunity to talk about feelings.</p><hr/><p>Fiction written for the <a href="/group/198529/incest-is-wincest/thread/531809/hearts-hooves-day-contest" rel="nofollow">Incest is Wincest Hearts &amp; Hooves Day contest</a>. Haven't done contest in a while, and didn't have much time for this one. Hope it's still enjoyable.<br/><b>Edit:</b> I realised that I'm dumb and can't read. The story doesn't fit the theme. Oh well.<br/><b>Re-edit:</b> I'm double-dumb. The theme is just a bonus.</p><p>Contains : Incest, Father &amp; Daughter, Creampie, and a lot of build up.<br/>Everyone in here is an adult.<br/>The story is self-sufficient, but I'll probably make a follow up. <span class="spoiler">(Can't miss a good opportunity for a royal threesome)</span><br/>Cover by xjenn9. Full artwork is 2753838.</p>

mature

2024-02-14T00:55:49+00:00

2024-02-14T00:55:49+00:00

Light was filtering through the purple curtains. Not the bright light of the day, but the green and dim glimmer of the aurora borealis. The way too large bedroom was quiet, despite the young lady sitting on the bed, holding her pillow against her torso, looking at the ground. She was lost in her thoughts, lost in her feelings. Someone knocked on the door. The handle slowly turned, before Cadance appeared, light from the hallway falling right at her daughter's feet. "Sweetie, are you okay...?" Flurry let herself fall on the side, with a sigh, turning her back away. "I'm fine, mom... Sorry I didn't show up for dinner, I just... didn't feel hungry." The princess of love stepped into the room, slightly closing the door behind her. She sat on the bed, at the same time Flurry repeated, a bit annoyed: "I said I'm fine mom, really!" Cadance smiled a bit, looking at her. Four or five years ago, Flurry would have thrown a tantrum against her as soon as she had opened the door. She had grown out of her spoiled little princess phase and was now a great adult alicorn. A daughter Cadance could be proud of. Yet, Flurry seemed to remain frustrated. She stayed in the castle for days, even a full week, not seeing anyone aside from her parents and the people that worked at the castle. Always saying she was fine, most of the time looking bored or not even mentally there. "I know love is blind, but I'm not", Cadance joked as an attempt to lighten the ambiance. "You like to solve your problems on your own, I get that. But I can't watch my daughter go on like this for a whole season now, can I?" Flurry sighed again, muttering: "I know..." She hugged her pillow tighter, folding her legs against herself, before adding: "But you can't help..." "Oh I'm sure I can, if you tell me. You've been acting like that since Hearth's Warming Eve." Silence fell. Flurry was thinking and Cadance let her do so. She didn't want to force that out of her. She knew her daughter, despite her changes. After a few moments, Flurry slowly asked: "I am a princess, right...?" "You are, sweetie," kindly replied Cadance. "Why?" "I... don't know what people expect of me... What I should do." "That's something you'll learn over the years." Cadance laid her hand on Flurry's shoulder, rubbing it slightly. "I'd told you to follow your heart, but I think you already know that." "What if my heart desires aren't aligned with the empire's needs?" "What do you mean?" said Cadance, tilting her head. "Nevermind..." Flurry responded, burying her face in her pillow. "No no, speak up." "Hmpf..." She turned her head, avoiding her mother's eyes. "What if what I want isn't what is expected from a princess? I fear that where I want to go isn't where the empire should go... I know it is my duty to do what's best for our people, and yet..." She was trying to stay vague, but all this seemed way too specific. "What choice are you talking about, sweetie?" Flurry hesitated. "Is this about a colt?" Cadance asked. Flurry blushed. "M-Mom!" "Don't mom me," she said with a smile, becoming a bit teasy. "I know what a heart in love sounds like." "D-Don't say it like that!" Cadance leaned a bit over her, playfully, insisting: "Come on Ryry, tell me. Do I know him? "S-Stop with that name! I'm not a filly anymore!" "Says the girl blushing at the idea of falling in love with a colt." "T-That's different..." Cadance kindly laughed, caressing her daughter's head to reassure her. She was still nervously holding on that pillow. "What's wrong about him?" "I... shouldn't be in love with him." "Why shouldn't you?" She sighed again. "It's not what a princess should aim for. I should marry some noble colt to consolidate our hold on the rich families, or something." "Sweetie, we're not in the stories you've read. You can go for anyone you want, as long as they love you back." Flurry looked at her mother, with uncertainty. "Really? Anyone?" "Flurry, I married a captain of the guard. And everyone supported me. Your father and I won't ever blame you, no matter who you love. Colt, mare or even another type of sentient creature." The young princess looked away, thoughtful. She was still feeling unsure, but her mother's words had reassured her. Cadance followed: "Invite that person for Hearts & Hooves Day. That'll be your first date." Flurry's cheeks went red at this idea. As the daughter of the princess of love, every Hearts & Hooves Day in her life had been spent attending a ceremony of some sort, walking the streets and giving her blessing to all the couples she'd met. But this time, she was going to be the one in a couple. Dating. Sitting at the table of a restaurant, with the one she loved. Looking each other in the eyes. Kissing. And then... She restrained her mind from going that far. Shaking her head, she let go of her pillow, standing up out of the bed. She was filled with emotions and a desire to act now. She ran for the door, Cadance still watching her. "Where are you going?" "Gonna ask him now! Hearts & Hooves Day is the day after tomorrow!" Cadance smiled. Flurry opened the door, shouting through the hallway: "Dad! Where are you!?" Cadance's smile became uncertain, as she frowned, afraid of what it might mean. "Dad? You're okay?" Flurry and Shining were sitting at a table, in one of the Crystal Empire's restaurants. But the prince had made every effort possible to not look at her since the start of the day. From the outside, it was just looking like a regular father and daughter lunch. A break from the duties of Heart & Hooves Day, while Cadance was taking care of minor things in the meantime. But Shining and Flurry both knew it was more than that. It was a date. Flurry had asked for it and, after much talking with her mother, Shining had been convinced to let her have this one. "I'm fine." Even saying "honey" felt wrong in this context, even though he always called her that way. Cadance had told that Flurry really wanted this. That she held real feelings for him. And neither of them had the courage to simply reject her. That's why Cadance really insisted on him accepting the date and see how things would develop. Still... "Dad... You don't like me...?" "Of course I like you Flurry. It's just..." "Look at me, dad." Shining hesitated a bit, before turning his eyes to his daughter. She was wearing a beautiful light cyan dress, hanging from her shoulders with two strings, going down to her thighs. It also showed a bit of cleavage and while Flurry was nowhere near her mother on that side, she had nothing to be ashamed of either. Her clothes were light for the season but, being born in the north, she had developed quite the resistance to the cold. Her long magenta and blue hair were hanging freely, curling up at the middle of her back. She was looking kind of upset at Shining, as she followed: "I won't get to enjoy it if you don't, you know...?" "I know..." he said, looking at her. She reached for his hand, caressing it, smiling a bit as she tried to reassure him: "It's just me. I didn't change. I'm still your little Ryry." "But that's the thing," Shining replied, feeling sorry. "You're my little Ryry. I've seen you grow, but in my head you're still a filly. My filly. It's a lot to suddenly take in." "That's why I wanted a date. So you would see me differently." A little silence followed. Shining was conflicted. Yes, she was a grown up now. Almost the age he met her mother at, actually. And, by all accounts, she was a beautiful mare. He didn't need to see the heads turning when they were on their way to the restaurant to know that. But, somewhere, it also felt wrong. How come wasn't she feeling the same? "How... did you even..." he started, searching for his words. "Developed feelings for you?" Flurry guessed, playing with her fork. "Well, ask mom, she's the one who understands love best. All I know is that you're the only one I want. You're kind, you're funny, you're sexy." She smiled, as Shining blushed heavily on the last part. "Don't you think it's... weird?" Flurry looked down at her finished plate, pensive. "I think most people would find it weird, yes. But people don't have to know, so I don't care." "Nothing's bothering you with the fact I'm your dad?" She looked up at him, giggling a bit. "I think it makes it even better. Honestly, the only problem I had was with mom. I didn't want to steal you away from her. But she didn't look that bothered by it." Shining thought about how Cadance had insisted on him accepting. It's true that he had not expected that from her. But, well, she knew the heart of a young mare better than him. He should probably trust her on that. Flurry saw her father being uneasy and worried: "I'm sorry if it's a lot to take in, dad. I'm... I'm just happy that I can finally talk to you about all of this." "When did it even begin?" Shining was still trying to comprehend. He had been a normal father, up until now that is, why did his daughter specifically suddenly become attracted to him? "I don't really know. I loved you like all little girls love their dad, and I don't think I can pinpoint an exact time at which it became more than that." A waiter came to remove the plates and give them the dessert card, reminding them that they were, actually, still in public. "We shouldn't talk about that here..." Shining said. "Yeah, true. I'll take a floating island then. Pistachio flavored ice cream for you?" "How do you...?" Flurry grinned, proud of herself. "I just remembered." Shining smiled a bit, amused. It's true they went to that restaurant a couple of months back. After lunch, they decided to start the afternoon with a little stroll through the streets. It was actually Flurry's first time wandering the city on Hearts & Hooves Day. Usually, she'd stay by her parents' side. For Shining too, it had been a while. Since Flurry was twelve, he had participated in the celebration with his wife and daughter. They had to instill the tradition in the future princess. There were many shops and stalls, all with love-related goods to sell and offer. Some made discounts for couples, others for single ponies. Because this celebration was in honor of love, loved ones, people who found it, thought they had found it, or didn't yet. Heartbreak repulsion charms were as common as two-pieces pendants. "Hey, dad!" Flurry pulled on her father's sleeve, pointing at a stand selling candy apples. "Can we buy one?" Shining smiled. Well, at least she didn't change on that. After insisting with the seller to take his money – everypony wanted to give the prince or princess something on that day – he handed the candy apple to Flurry. "Thank you!" she grinned. She looked at it with interest as they went back to their walk. "You know, there's a place where they call them Love apples," she said. "That explains why someone was selling them," Shining replied. Flurry glanced at her father, then back at the apple. Then, suddenly, she offered it to him. "Want a bite?" "No thanks." "Please?" Her face went from smiling to a pleading pout. One that shouldn't work for a mare of her age, but her father was weak to it. He gave in, taking a bite from the candy apple. Wasn't half bad. The caramel was nice and the apple surprisingly fresh. It was rare to have decent ones in the Crystal Empire, due to the weather and travel distance. Flurry looked at the now missing part with interest. Shining understood a second before she went and took her own bite, right on his. With a big smile on her face, Flurry savored it, munching happily that indirect kiss. While her father refrained from blushing. She hadn't stopped being a little devious growing up, she just learned to hide it and use it sparingly. She was still a clever and plotting mare. She held her own cheek with one hand, with a blissful blush on her face. Shining looked around. No one had noticed, it seemed. "So... What do you want to do next?" "I don't know, what do you and mom do when you're on a date?" "It depends... But I think we should do things that aren't available on regular days?" "Like?" Flurry wondered, still eating her apple. "I think there are some games." As his eyes wandered around, they stumbled on a stand that seemed popular, judging by the noise and laughs coming from it. Shining went closer to get a better look. While the frontage wasn't very wide, the place was deep. A wooden hut with a high ceiling, where the floors had been replaced by mechanical structures. Logs were spinning, circular platforms going up and down, and couples were trying to navigate on them. As pairs, one carrying the other on their shoulders. From the ceiling, prizes were hanging, also going and down, just to mess with the ponies trying to catch them. Shining turned to Flurry, only to see her eyes locked on one of the furthest prizes. At the back of the hut, they were three hanging from the same rope. Stuffed toys of the royal family. "I guess it's settled then," Shining said, giggling, going in the queue. "W-What?" Flurry replied, snapping out of her daydreaming. "We'll get that one, alright?" "I-Isn't a bit narcissist to get plushies of ourselves?" she feared. "I don't think so," Shining argued. "It's like a family photo, in a way. Just one you can hug." "Fair enough. Thanks, dad." They waited in the small cue, attracting some curious stares from the inhabitants. Some even came to see them, pay their respects, discuss a bit with the prince and so on. Flurry took advantage of that to inspect the game a bit more, as she had finished her apple. With all the wobbly and rolling platforms, different prizes all had many paths. She quickly figured out which one would be easier for her objective, which was actually the longest and most isolated. Classic fairground trick. Some couples also set off traps, whether it be by setting foot on the wrong log, or by the pony on top grabbing onto a dodgy beam. Flurry's heart skipped a bit when a couple almost reached the end, only to fall to their demise, blinded by their assurance. While the first prizes were hanging on top of nice and plump cushions, to make sure any fall was without harm, the later part of the shack's floor was actually just a pool of water. A punishment for greed. "Alright, next o-Oh, your highness!" The stallholder bowed respectfully. "It's an honor to see you." "We would like a turn," Shining asked politely, handing over the money he had prepared. "Of course, with pleasure. Do I need to explain the rules? You probably guessed how things work." "It's just a game of balance and teamwork, right?" The stallion nodded. "With your size, I suggest the princess will be the one climbing on your shoulder. Of course, no magic and no wings." "Of course." "Can he throw me?" Flurry asked. "I've heard dad is pretty good at that." Shining slowly facepalmed, ashamed. Even his daughter knew about that, huh? "I'm sorry, but no," said the stallholder. "You must stay on his shoulders at all times. You also only have one chance, and the first prize you grab is the only one you're getting." "Risk and reward, I see," Flurry said, very much interested. "When do we start?" As an answer, the stallion opened the way to the inside of the shack. Father and daughter went inside. "Alright, time to do this." Shining crouched, presenting his back to Flurry. She carefully climbed on his shoulder, thighs on each side of his head. "Been a while since I've been there," she joked. "Well, I think you're still light enough." Securing her legs, he stood up, looking at the journey awaiting them. In the back of his head, he added "Would have been harder to do that with your mom..." "Onward!" Flurry suddenly said, pointing ahead. "To the left!" "Are you sure...?" "Trust me!" Shining smiled, going on the path that started with small round platforms that could spin on themselves. But the unicorn knew better. As captain of the guard, such exercises were easy for him. Even when carrying a weight, he could trust his feet. Flurry did her best to stay still, letting him do the hard work, while a naughty voice in her head whispered that getting her father between her legs had been easier than expected. She giggled. "What?" "Nothing. Careful, this one is fake." "Oh." Shining avoided the trap with a slight jump, landing on a safe place in-between two challenges. The next one was a series of horizontal beams stuck into a wall. To complicate things further, some were placed around Flurry's level, she would need to move around them. "Ready?" Shining asked. "When you are, daddy." One cautious step at a time, Shining began his progress, trying every beam with his foot, making sure it wouldn't suddenly collapse. Meanwhile, Flurry leaned to the right, avoiding the obstacles, grabbing them to keep some support and not have her whole weight pushed on her father's shoulders. "Alright, easy enough," Flurry said, before immediately regretting her words as her hand slipped. One of the sticks was covered in some kind of oil that made it impossible to hold onto. Caught by surprise, she almost completely fell off Shining Armor, only managing to stay on by clenching her thighs around his head. He tried to help by securing a hand on her hips, but was just put off balance even more. Flurry reached a desperate hand, grabbing the next beam. Her hand didn't slip. She immediately pulled herself, using her second hand to secure her hold. Shining managed to find his footing back, while Flurry let out a deep sigh of relief. "That was close..." "Er, Ryry?" "Yes?" She looked down, only to see her father's cheeks squished between her legs. "Oh, sorry." She released his head, with a bit of regret. Shining caught his inner voice thinking that her legs were soft, before chasing away that idea. They went to the other side. "This is funnier than I expected," Shining admitted. "We're not done!" "I know, I know," he giggled. Flurry smiled and took the opportunity to caress his head a bit. "Your mane is so soft, dad." His cheek turned slightly red. "Thanks. Let's move on." The next challenge was a regular game of balance on a rolling log. They were also entering the part where the pool was beneath them. As Flurry had seen, this one was actually easier. Just a bit of good balance and coordination, Flurry following her father's tilt, as if she was an extension of his body, and they went to the other side without any trouble. Last one was the real deal. The final step before the reward. After a bit of planning, Shining threw himself onward, stepping on the swinging piece of wood, then jumped, grabbing onto Flurry's legs going around his shoulders. She caught the beam on top of her, swaying forward, above the precipice. Shining landed on small wooden planks, barely large enough for one foot. They were moving, all in different directions. He jumped from one to another, making his way towards the end. As he progressed, they began to move up and down as well, adding height to the challenge. But it was also the key to grabbing the stuffed toys. Flurry reached her hands high, towards her coveted daddy plushy. They were on the edge, they couldn't go any further. Up, down, left, right, Shining was doing his best juggling between the planks. "Come on, grab them!" "I'm trying! But they're too far!" Shining had to think fast. He wasn't going to carry on like this for long. He made his decision. At the peak of his height, he suddenly jumped forward, to the plushies. Flurry stretched her arms as much as she could, then, finally: "Got'em!" Splash! Shining Armor was quick to resurface, the pool wasn't really deep, Flurry still on his shoulders, firmly holding her trophies. "You have them?" he asked, catching his breath. "I do!" "Great!" he smiled, going for the edge of the pool. Flurry jumped off his shoulder once close, looking at her wet reward with pride. Her father looked up, happy, before he blushed heavily. Flurry's cyan dress was completely damp, sticking to her body, semi-transparent. He could see everything, her underwear, her back, the distinct lack of a bra. Thankfully, she was facing away from him. That's when she turned around, showing him their prize. But all he could see were her breasts. Round and firm, with small nipples. Flurry noticed his flushed face and looked at herself, before blushing as well, covering herself with her arms and the stuffed toys. "D-Dad!" "S-Sorry!" He turned away immediately, while Flurry looked around for a solution, wrapping her wings around her body. She wasn't planning on exhibiting her body to the common folks. Only her father could feast his eyes on it. "Here, take this and give me your clothes," said Shining, offering his vest. "T-Thanks." She took it. It was also wet, but she put it on her shoulders, letting her dress fall under it, handing it to him. Shining carefully glanced at her, making sure he could turn back, before he grabbed the dress with magic, casting a spell that began to dry it. "Wait, you know that kind of spell?" As he got out of the water, casting the same spell on his clothes, he answered: "When you're a big brother, you learn how to do chores. And when you're the new recruit in the royal guard as well." "Oh..." As he handed the dress back, he realized Flurry was staring at him with... passion? "What's wr-" She didn't go for the dress with her magic. She went for his shirt, pulling him closer, as she couldn't take it anymore. She got him by surprise, she pushed her lips against his, while extending her wings around them so that no eyes would see them. She didn't hold the kiss for long. She knew it was too risky, too sudden. But seeing him being so crafty, in addition to all the other qualities she already saw in him, after the adrenaline rush of the race and the one provoked by her unwilling exposure. It was too much. She needed that kiss. Shining's surprise wasn't even gone when she moved her head back, whispering a little "I love you dad", before she turned back to put her dress on again. There he sat, frozen, blinking in confusion as to what had just happened. And why his heart was racing so much. Could he have been... enjoying it? He shook his head, chasing away that thought once again. He looked around. A set of stairs led back to the entrance. Once Flurry had put her dress back on and gave the vest in return, he headed that way. "Congratulations on winning them," the stallholder said, seeing them coming out. "Hope you find them accurate." Shining glanced at his daughter. She was holding the plushies against her, the one depicting him snuggled between her breasts. He cleared his throat. "Yes. Thank you, they'll make for a great memory." "My pleasure," said the stallion, bowing again. "Bye!" Flurry wished, waving as she followed her father. "Have a nice day, princess." "Thank you!" She was way too happy for an adult. Smiling brightly. But the crystal ponies didn't mind a gleeful princess. "So, what's next dad?" She walked up to him, with curious and dreamy eyes. That day had been the best day for her in a while, and she couldn't wait to do more with him. Shining, on his end, was trying to act natural and not think about the fact that his daughter had probably given him her first kiss. "Well... The ceremony is probably about to start, so we could go and see it." "Oh, why not. Never seen it from the crowd. Wonder what mom has in mind this year." "Only one way to find out." The great stadium was the ideal place for it. The ceremony was so popular, even outside of the city, that it was actually hard to find places to sit. Flurry had insisted on going for the higher ones, because she had seen it from up close too many times, she wanted the other experience. The plushies had been teleported away, to the castle. But even there, seats were few and far between. Even worse for two places next to each other. To the point where it annoyed them both. And neither of them wanted to ask for people to move. They would, most likely, judging by all the greetings they were hearing on their way among the crowd. "You know what?" said Flurry. "Just, sit there." She showed an empty chair. "But-" "Just sit. We're going to miss the start." She had a point. Shining Armor sat down and – he should have guessed that one by now – Flurry sat on his lap. "There. Better." He would have said otherwise. Not that she was heavy, nor that she was blocking the view, he could see just fine over her shoulder. It was just making him a bit uncomfortable. He also smelled something. Something he knew. "Did you put some perfume on?" Flurry smiled. "You finally noticed. Yes, I took one that mom likes." "Oh... That's why." "You like it?" He carefully nodded. "I figured. Mom wouldn't have it otherwise. And the dress?" "What?" "Do you like the dress?" Shining glanced at her, weighing every words: "It suits you well. But it's a bit light." Flurry rolled her eyes, asking: "Do I look pretty?" She wasn't going to let him get away that easily. She wanted that compliment. Shining hesitated a bit, before answering: "Yes. You're very beautiful." "Thank you dad!" "You're welcome sweetie." He sighed internally. He shouldn't be that wary of her. He had accepted the date, he didn't want to disappoint, and he wasn't lying. He wanted for her to have a nice time. And he also had a good time too. Flurry tensed up a bit when she felt his arms going around her waist, holding her with tenderness. She turned her head to look at him, flushed and surprised. "D-Daddy...?" "It's just a hug, Ryry. Enjoy the show, okay?" "A-Alright." She adjusted her position to be more comfortable. At least, that's what Shining told himself. It was definitely not to rub her ass against him. Not at all. The ceremony began. Cadance walked in the center of the stadium, accompanied by other ponies, including Sunburst. She started, as always, with a speech. About this celebration, about the concept of love that she was the princess of, about the importance of that feeling, be it platonic or romantic, at the very foundation of Equestria. Flurry smiled. "She looks so pretty in that dress. Did Rarity make it for her?" "I think it was Coco this year," Shining said, looking at his wife, smiling as well. He couldn't see her very well from so far away, but she was radiating beauty, as usual. She was always at her brightest during this day. Flurry leaned a bit more against him. "I'm so happy she allowed me to spend the day with you, dad." "She insisted on me accepting as well, you know." "I know. She wants me to figure out by myself if those feelings are true or not." Shining rested his chin on her shoulder, glancing at her. "... And the answer seems to be...?" Everypony was listening to Cadance or talking. No one would pay attention to their discussion. Flurry looked at Cadance, lost in her own thoughts. She slowly laid her hand on her father's cheek, caressing it. "So far, they only got stronger." Shining looked away. Flurry sensed it. "And for you...? Are you still just uncomfortable because I'm your daughter?" "I think I am, yes," he sighed. "I'm sorry, I don't think I can reciprocate your feelings." Flurry smiled. In the stadium, Cadance began to sing with an orchestra. "Actually, I think you can. If the only thing bothering you is that I'm your daughter, you just have to overcome it." "You really won't let go, won't you?" He wasn't blaming her. It was more like a realization. "I inherited that from mom. I know she was the one that had to cling onto you, because you wouldn't even notice her feelings." "Did she tell you that?" "I won't answer that question." Flurry giggled. And that got a smile out of Shining as well. "Did you like our kiss at least?" she asked. "I was mainly shocked, so I don't know," he honestly said. She glanced at him. "Should we try again...?" "Not in public Ryry, please." "Okay, okay. Can I ask you something else then?" "You're going to anyway, so go ahead." "Did you like what you saw?" Flurry blushed as she asked that question. Her heart was anticipating the answer. She had seen her father flushed, so he must have seen her as more than his daughter, right? "I... I don't know." Well that was expected. But not the answer she wanted. So she insisted: "You saw my body. My breasts. My underwear. Didn't you feel anything?" "D-Don't say it like that, it makes me sound like a pervert." Flurry took in a deep breath. Leaning even more against him, she ran her hands over his, whispering with an unrestrained neediness: "But I want you to be a pervert with me, dad..." This time, that slight movement from her hips was definitely on purpose. She was rubbing her butt against his crotch. "F-Flurry, I-" He wasn't able to finish his sentence. She laid a finger on his lips, hushing him. "Either you don't answer, and I'll take that as a no. Our date will keep on as if nothing happened and that's fine. Or, you grab my hands and I teleport us back to the castle so we can discuss it in private." She was truly taking the lead now. A part of her had snapped. She was so close to getting what she wanted. She just had to push it out of him. Yet, he hesitated. Glancing at Cadance. "She agreed, you know?" Flurry pointed out. "You asked her?" "... I really want you, you do realize that, right? Of course I asked her." She couldn't help herself but find it a bit cute how dense he could be sometimes. She understood why her mom fell in love with him, even with what one could qualify as a flaw. But the way Flurry said that last sentence made Shining smile a bit. Of course she had planned for it. That's how she was. Truly, she loved him. And she deserved more than a simple "act like nothing happened" answer. So, he reached for her hands, holding them gently. Flurry shivered from relief. "Thank you, dad," she said, holding back a tear, before teleporting them both in the castle. Cadance, still singing, saw the little flash of light, where she had spotted her family. She smiled and went on with the ceremony. Flurry didn't teleport them anywhere in the castle. And, this time, Shining saw it coming. He landed right on her bed, his daughter still on his lap, and hands still on hers. Flurry slowly caressed them. She was shaking a bit. A lot of courage had been needed to push her father to answer. To let her heart speak out. Shining laid a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Now we can talk," he said quietly. Flurry pivoted to face him, flushed but happy, trying to contain her emotions. She plunged her eyes into his, intertwining their fingers. "I love you, dad..." she said. Shining looked at her cyan iris. He could tell. They were filled with more than filial love. She was a mare, an adult, and probably as romantically attached to him as Cadance was. It wasn't going to fade. Could he reciprocate that feeling? Or leave her heartbroken? And for what? At this moment, holding her close, understanding all those emotions she felt as she was waiting with baited breath, he managed to form that thought. He loved her. He wanted to make her happy. Why couldn't he kiss her if that's what she wanted? Why couldn't he love her as well? Would he have the shoulders for it? He knew the quickest way to find out. The same way he had searched for the answer with Cadance. He approached his lips. Flurry's eyes widened slightly, her heart quickened. Their mouths touched. This time, he was the one initiating it. Some place in Flurry's mind refused to believe it. Yet, there it was. Her father was kissing her. She melted, closing her eyes while letting some tears flow, as she reciprocated the kiss. Her wings spread, wrapping around him for an embrace done with all the love she had. She let it all out in that kiss, relieved and happy. Shining smiled. She was a bit clumsy with her kiss, but she had spirit and passion to guide her. Just like her mother, back in the days. But Shining stopped the comparison here. She deserved to be treated as her own person. He let go of her fingers, to run his hands along her back, holding her close. Flurry pushed out a deep sigh, feathers shivering, wrapping her arms around his head. A little moan of joy escaped her mouth, muffled by the tongue of her father gently wrapping around hers. She didn't want to let go. She was scared that all of this would disappear if their lips were to split apart. Shining reassured her, caressing her back, in between the base of the wings, up to her head. He felt her breasts pressing against him. Her body was getting warmer. She felt a little tickling in her lower belly. Backed up desires were rising up. If this was her only chance, she wasn't going to miss it. Her horn turned on. She removed his vest slowly, one hand caressing his neck, going down on her father's torso, undoing his shirt. She felt one of his hands moving with the intent of stopping her. She grabbed it by magic and forced him to go on her ass instead. Shining opened his eyes, confused. Flurry looked at him with a horny determination, letting go of his lips only to whisper: "I want us to go all the way, dad." She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, eyes still locked into his. "Flurry, you..." He stopped. Her eyes had gone from sparkling with joy to ready to be filled with despair. It was too late to let his doubts speak. He smiled a bit. "You look beautiful in that dress." She blushed heavily, removing his shirt with shaky hands. "T-Thank you, daddy. You are the sexiest stallion I know." It was still weird to hear her call him that. But he went along and added: "I think I liked what I saw earlier on." He was still unsure, but at this point, Flurry gladly took a possibility over a simple no. She felt little butterflies in her. "Do you want to see it again?" Shining saw it in her eyes. Those expectations, desires and wishes. If things were to go this way, he couldn't let her do everything, couldn't he? He needed to be proactive. Grabbing her carefully, he rolled with her, laying Flurry down on the bed, getting on top of her. Her face told him she had wanted this outcome. She felt like in a dream. Her father, torso naked, muscles showing, was right above her, in her bed. Her wings tensed up from sheer excitement. And it only got better when his index began to play with the little string of fabric on her shoulder. "Are you certain your mother is fine with that...?" Shining still asked. He didn't want to cheat on his wife behind her back. "She said she would trust you for my first time," Flurry replied, before covering her face a bit. "Can't believe I'm saying this..." She felt so excited. It was happening. Shining slid the fabric over her shoulder, doing the same on the other side, lifting the dress carefully to remove it. She was only wearing white panties under it, as she quickly removed her high heels. Shining straighten up a bit, to get a better look at her. She had a nice and curvy silhouette inherited from her mother, with something like D or E cups for breasts, and purple erected nipples. A very sexy mare. If Shining wasn't fully sure, one part of him definitely liked what he was seeing. "W-What do you think?" Flurry nervously asked. He smiled, leaning on her. "You have a very attractive body," he said, laying a kiss on her neck. "I-Is it lewd?" Her tone was a bit unclear as to what kind of answer she expected. But, judging by how she acted as a whole, Shining guessed: "Very lewd, especially for a princess." Looks like he was right. Flurry bit her own lips. "I-It's all yours, daddy." That name started to ring differently in her mouth. She meant it more and more in a kinky way. And, somewhere in him, that forbidden act was beginning to sound more and more arousing. Shining moved his lips down. Laying kisses on her torso, but quickly targeting her breasts. Flurry breathed out, before suddenly taking a surprised inspiration, feeling her father's hand on her panties. Gently, he rubbed two fingers against her lower lips, through the silk fabric, noticing it was already damp, too much to be only because of what had happened earlier on. Flurry let out a little moan again, marveling at the sight of her father exploring her body like that. He licked his nipple, teasing her intimacy a bit more, before plunging his hand into her underwear to have a direct contact with it. His lips circle her breasts, sucking it with a growing passion. "D-Dad!" Flurry moaned, wiggling a bit from all those sensations. She hugged his head against her bosom, panting a bit. She spread her legs, offering her body to him. And he took it, sinking two fingers right inside of her wet place. Flurry's neck tensed a bit backward, as she clenched her teeth to contain her moans while he began to move in her. Of course he was good, as the stallion who had to satisfy the princess of love, but Flurry's emotions had worked her up so much that they were also largely to blame for her own sensitivity. Not that either of them minded. Shining played a bit more with her nipple, before going for the other one. Flurry was in heaven, feeling his fingers exploring her womb. They were way thicker than her own, more rough, and she loved them. But he wasn't going to stop there. His thumb began to rub her clitoris in small circles, as did his tongue on her areola. He cared for her, and he was going to give her all the pleasure he could. "D-Dad, w-wait!" Flurry pleaded, trying to grab his arm. He slowed down, releasing her breasts, worried he had done something wrong. But Flurry reassured him, stuttering, a bit shy: "I-I don't want t-to have m-my first climax with you j-just from your fingers..." She looked away, intimidated by her own request. Shining smiled a bit. "I'll need a con-" A brief flash of yellow light, and a box appeared on the bed right next to him, Flurry displaying an embarrassed but happy smile. "-dom for that..." Shining ended, uncertain if he should laugh of be concerned. "Cadance told you what size to take, I see." "N-Not really," Flurry corrected. "I've known your size f-for a while... I searched in your bedroom once, and found them. I-I needed to know." Again. Despite her timid eyes, deep down she stayed the little devious princess Shining had known. Always finding ways to get what she wanted. In the end, it was unsurprising that she had managed to get him in that position. She almost seemed proud about telling this. "You really want to do it..." "I-I think I've lost count of how many times I imagined it." "That's a little creepy Ryry, you know?" Shining pointed out. "Well, won't be anymore if you do it for real." She looked at him, with a semi-mischievous smile. "Oh, you little demon..." Shining went for his belt, but Flurry's magic stopped him. With a glance, they understood each other. He raised his hands, letting her do the work. With her eyes locked on his crotch, Flurry slowly undid his belt, then his jeans, lowering them with anticipation. She could see it. That long bulge in his trunks. She got rid of his last clothe, and her eyes were fulfilled, seeing the thick throbbing dark blue cock jumping out once free. The base was white, like the apple-sized balls beneath it, and it was probably as long as her forearm, albeit thicker. Her heart was beating so fast, Shining could see it in her wings, feathers quivering rapidly. While she took a good look, he reached for her underwear, removing it, exposing her drooling lower lips. Flurry spread her legs in a v shape, extending her arms towards him. Shining leaned in her embrace, giving her a tender kiss. A more loving one than the last. He was getting used to that, or at least his desires were making it seem like so. Flurry quickly opened the box of condoms with her magic, hastily sliding one down around her father's rock hard shaft. Shining released the kiss, taking in a deep breath. "Shall I begin?" he said, slowly rubbing the tip against her lower mouth. "D-Don't be too gentle, daddy. I can take it. I-I want to take it." "Talk to me, then." She nodded, trying to relax with some breathing exercises. But she was so shaky, she wrapped her arms behind his back. "R-Readyyy!" Her voice got lost in a higher pitch, as Shining had begun to penetrate her before she could finish. The tip was in, and it was already stretching her a little, just as she had imagined. So hot, so warm, so his father. Shining sank a bit deeper, enjoying her tightness while being attentive of his daughter's needs and wishes. She was panting, looking at him with horny and trusting eyes. She was his to please. And he would deliver. A little back and forth of hips got a little moan out Flurry. The condom's lubricant didn't look necessary, with how much he could feel her wetness around his shaft. She was soft, tight but not too much, and more than boiling. Small muscle contractions were trying to bring him deeper with every movement. And every time he would get back in her, he would reach a bit further than before, allowing his daughter a burst of new sensations. "You're alright sweetie?" Shining asked, breathing a bit. She quickly nodded, with a little moan of confirmation. "I-I love you dad." "Me too, Ryry." Leaning a bit more on her, he grabbed her legs from beneath, lifting them a bit and spreading them more and higher. With a sudden thrust, he reached Flurry's deepest place, hitting her cervix, and sending her head backwards, yelling with pleasure. "F-Fuck, daddy..." she panted, as he began to move in and out of her at a quicker pace. "M-More! Do that again!" Shining smiled, listening to her request. Grabbing her legs firmly, he thrust once more, causing Flurry to moan high. Then again. And again. He started to pound his daughter's wet pussy, getting into it more and more by the second. She was yelling some pleasure-drunk "Daddy!", sinking her nails in his back a bit. "Ryry?" he kindly whispered. "Y-Yes?" she stuttered, trying her best to keep her tongue in. "I'm going to shove the whole thing in, okay?" Flurry's ears straighten up, before lowering again, flushed. "D-Do it, dad! G-Give it all to me!" Shining gave her a brief but passionate kiss, releasing her legs to get a better support from his arm. Flurry braced herself, ready to take it. Or at least she thought she was. As soon as he began to thrust deeper into her, she got lost in pleasure again, arching her back. He was still somewhat gentle, but put enough weight in his hips for her to feel a slight bulge forming in her belly every time. And it went further and further, as he was still not fully in. "D-Dad!" she yelled, warping her legs around him, suddenly pulling his crotch against her, shoving the whole thing in one go. Flurry's tongue jumped out of her mouth, her arms turned weak. They fell from Shining's back on the bed, next to her drowned-in-pleasure face. Shining clenched his teeth. She felt so tight, yet her muscles were trying to drain him. Every time he moved back, she would suck him in back with another moan. "I-I won't l-last, d-daddy!" She was trying her best, but all those feelings, all those sensations, she was so weak to him. But she wanted to have their first climax together. The other ones wouldn't matter, but this one was special to her heart. Shining got the message. Panting a bit more, he let go of his restrain. Thank Celestia he had training in containing or accelerating his own orgasm. Looking at his daughter in the eyes, with love, he let his hips go crazy on her, in deep and ample thrusts. Flurry's cries became high pitched, as she did her best to hold on, clenching her hands on the bed and her legs around him. Then, after a few seconds of passionately mating with his daughter, Shining stuttered: "F-Flurry...!" "Yes! Yes!" His body tensed up. He moaned. He slammed her pussy more and more. Flurry's horn briefly turned on. Then, he shoved everything in, letting his orgasm explode inside her, as she felt the best climax of her life, sending spasms in her wings. It was in her. Her dad's cum. His baby batter. His love potion. All the lewd names cruising through her mind at this very moment, in the background of all her horny joy. Flurry's eyes took a bit of time to find back their focus, and her respiration was even longer to come back to a normal panting. She looked at Shining. She couldn't believe it was real. He was there, catching his breath, right on top of her. She touched his cheek. It felt real. She caressed it. He looked her in the eyes; "Love you, daddy..." she whispered. "Me too, Ryry... I love you..." Their lips touched again. Despite their need to breathe, they prolonged it. Tender. Sweet. Sharing that moment together. Flurry's hand left his cheek, falling on the bed again, exhausted. Shining, straightening up, moved back a bit. He carefully removed himself from Flurry's pussy, sending her wings to quiver once more. He was about to reach for the condom, when he realized: there was none. "Wha-Huh!?" He double-checked, to make sure. Nothing. Not on his cock, and not a single piece of it poking out of his daughter's lower lips. Instead, she was leaking cum as if he had gone raw. A bit further on the bed, he found it. The condom, clearly unfolded, but not full, aside from a bit of pre, indicating he indeed wore it until... until... He looked at Flurry, shocked. For a second, she was about to say a confused "What?", but then understood, sticking her tongue out. "I wanted a real creampie, but I knew you wouldn't give me one." "I-I-... Sweetie! Are you kidding!?" "I'm not," Flurry playfully replied, still high on endorphins. "I won't get pregnant, don't worry. Don't want to make you a grand-father. Yet." "But you-" "Shhhh." Flurry moved, getting on all four, facing him, getting her head close to his cock. "Let me apologize," she said, kissing the tip with kindness, and a hunger in her eyes. That look reminded Shining of her mother. That insatiable stare. She had gotten a taste of sex, but she wanted more. She was already licking his semen off from the tip, cleaning thoroughly and swallowing every last bit of cum mixed with her own fluids. Shining sighed. He should have expected that one from her, after all. He took on a more serious tone: "Apologize properly, then. The day is still young, I'll see how I punish you afterwards." "Yes, daddy," Flurry gladly replied, trying her hand at her first blowjob. Shining caressed her head. Looks like he was going to spend an afternoon far from the rest of the celebration. Best Hearts & Hooves Day ever, according to Flurry.

GeekCat

551484

Discord,Fluttershy,Comedy,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Bee Stings

An attempt from Discord to get some honey leads to him getting stung. Fortunately, Fluttershy knows just how to help with those.

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<p>An attempt from Discord to get some honey leads to him getting stung. Fortunately, Fluttershy knows just how to help with those. Written for Day 9 of Febuwhump 2024: Bees.</p>

everyone

2024-02-13T23:33:52+00:00

2024-02-13T23:33:52+00:00

It was a beautiful day in the animal sanctuary, and Fluttershy hummed a happy tune as she went through her list of tasks. It was a relatively easy day today, but even an easy day had plenty of things that needed to be done. She’d seen Discord, briefly, but he only stuck by her for a few minutes before he started diving in and out of closing portals, letting himself get flung around by the changing gravities for fun. Only when she was nearing the end of her task list did she run into him again. There was a small commotion near the beehives, and she headed in that direction to see just what was going on. As she drew closer, she saw that it was one specific hive that the noise was coming from...the bees within buzzing something about an intruder. A tiny Discord flew out of the hive, wearing a fake antennae headband and a yellow-and-black striped dress. As soon as he was outside, he flashed back to his usual size, discarding the uniform... And was immediately swarmed by the bees still chasing him. He screamed out as he was repeatedly stung on his arm and shoulder. Fluttershy immediately dropped everything and ran over. "Oh, dear!" Fluttershy gasped. "Little friends, please don’t hurt Discord!" The swarm turned to her, buzzing angrily. They didn’t attack her...they just wanted to complain about how the intruder attacked them. She turned her gaze to Discord. "Is this true?" "...sort of," Discord muttered. When Fluttershy raised an eyebrow, he admitted, "I was trying to get a little bit of honey. I didn’t think they’d be so mad about it!" "They work hard to make it," she chided. "You didn’t break anything in their hive, did you?" He shook his head, and she turned back to the swarm. "See? He didn’t mean any harm. And I’m sure if you stop now, he’ll bring you plenty of pretty and tasty flowers later." She looked back at Discord. "Right?" "...yes," he muttered. With a little more coaxing, Fluttershy managed to get the swarm to calm down, and she gave them a daisy she’d picked earlier. The bees flew back to their hive, carrying the flower with them. Fluttershy turned to Discord. His eagle arm had been repeatedly stung, and was now swollen enough to almost resemble his lion’s arm. He also had one sting on his cheek and a miserable expression on his face. "Please don’t try something like that again." "Oh, believe me, I’m sorry," he muttered. "Owwww." "You can just snap them away, though, right?" she said. He frowned, snapping his fingers a few times. A few colorful sparks flew from his fingers, and scattered over his stings...but nothing happened. His frown deepened, and he gave Fluttershy a slightly guilty look. "I’m...actually a teensy bit allergic to bee stings," Discord said. Fluttershy’s eyes widened, and he quickly added, "It’s not dangerous! The allergy just weakens my magic a tiny little bit whenever I get stung." He winced. "...And with this many stings, it might take a while for my magic to come back." "Oh, dear..." Fluttershy sighed. "Come with me, and I can help. ...you promise you’re not in danger?" "No, it just hurts," he grumbled. She guided the way back to her cottage, using the shortest route she knew. Once inside, she grabbed a spare towel and placed it in the fridge, then encouraged Discord to sit down on the couch. He did so, gingerly holding his swollen arm. As quickly as she could, she filled a bowl with hot water and soap, dipping a hand towel inside and carrying it over. “I'm going to check the stings quickly, and make sure there aren't stingers left in them, alright?” she said. “Fine…” His head dropped back, and he lifted his arm for her to inspect. Fortunately, most of the stings were small and shallow, and she only found a few where the stinger had gotten stuck. She used her feathers to gently pry those out. “There,” she said, pulling out the last one. “Now I just need to clean it to prevent infections, then I can help make the swelling go down.” He nodded in understanding, and she grabbed the bowl from earlier. She carefully washed his stung arm, rubbing the towel gently over his arm before washing the suds away with a bit of water. Then, she grabbed the towel from the fridge, wrapping it around Discord’s arm to form a cold compress. "Leave that on for ten minutes," she said as she mixed some baking soda and water together. Once the goopy paste was ready, she headed back to the couch and sat by Discord, who was now much more relaxed. “Feeling better?” she asked. “A bit,” he said. “…I think I can feel my magic coming back, too.” “That's great!” she said. “And I’m sure this can also help.” She pointed at the paste. He stared at it. “…I don't need to drink that, do I? Because I’d rather have some tea. Or a tropical drink.” She laughed. “No, it just goes on your stings, to help with the swelling!” She glanced over at the clock. “…and now might be a good time to take off that cold compress.” “Oh, good,” Discord said. “My arms getting cold enough I think I could have a role in Trotanic.” He peeled off the towel, frowning at his arm. “Would need a bit of a touch-up though.” “It looks better than it was,” Fluttershy said truthfully. The swelling had already gone down quite a bit…even if there were still some bigger stings, and a lot of his skin was red or pink. “I'll still add the paste.” She started with the biggest stings, then worked on coating his arm. She tried to be as gentle as possible, whispering apologies whenever Discord winced or grimaced. He told her she was fine…though his tone was petulant. "I just wanted some honeyyyyy..." Discord whined. "I know, I know," Fluttershy said soothingly. "But you should ask them if you want something, alright? Politely." "Yes, yes, I get the point now," Discord said...then grinned, waggling his eyebrows at her. "Get it? ‘Point’? Stingers are pointy?" She couldn’t help but snort, unable to keep a straight face at that. Discord’s grin widened...at least until she dabbed the paste on a new sting, making him wince. “Sorry,” she said. “No, no…you're the expert.” Discord smiled at her. “And…I’m already feeling a little bit better.” She smiled, carefully adding paste on the last of the stings. She then went to the fridge to retrieve the towel again, helping Discord wrap it around his limb again. “We'll keep taking it on and off for ten minutes at a time until the swelling goes down, or your magic comes back,” she said. “Those should happen at about the same time,” Discord said. “…thank you, Fluttershy. You're a lifesaver.” She smiled, gently kissing his arm, and then his cheek. He smiled bashfully, nuzzling her back. She went to make them a bit of tea, and they relaxed until Discord had enough magic to snap away any signs of the stings and to amuse her with small little tricks.

Javier

551485

Dragons,Mane 5,Misty,Sparky Sparkeroni,Spike,Alternate Universe,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: A New Generation

A Dragon Hearts and Hooves Day

The ponies are missing something important when they and the dragons gather together for Hearts and Hooves Day.

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<p>It’s been a couple of months since Opaline was defeated, and the ponies are getting ready for Hearts and Hooves Day which is right around the corner, but when the dragons don’t know what Hearts and Hooves Day is, it’s up to the ponies and Spike to show them the spirit of the holiday, and are the ponies missing something important when it comes to not panicking about new arrivals, especially on Hearts and Hooves Day?</p><p>Takes place in an alternate universe where the dragons visit the ponies on special occasions.</p>

everyone

2024-02-14T01:37:02+00:00

2024-02-14T02:25:21+00:00

At the Crystal Brighthouse, Izzy was very excited because today is Hearts and Hooves Day, not just that, but Sunny also got a letter from Spike from the Isle of Scaly saying that he and his friends are coming over to celebrate Hearts and Hooves Day. She sang the song Ain’t Gonna Wait in excitement. (Izzy Moonbow) It's the place where love and friendship starts It's for me, yeah, it's for you, yeah, it's for everycritter Don't be aloof, pick up your hoof and play your part Just show a little heart It's all about your fellow pony We all need a little love, don't have a heart of stone-y If you're feelin' what I'm feelin', then get up and show me 'Cause today's not the day for bein' lonely Oh, oh, I'm spreadin' the love Like, oh, oh, it's all I've dreamt of Oh, no, don't hesitate You better follow your heart, it ain't gonna wait Love, I'm gonna shout it Love, I'm gonna shout it Ain't no doubt about it Love's in the air, let's shout it Whoo! Don't try to hide now, no, don't run from fate Love's in the air and, ooh, it's smelling great Don't be afraid, it's not too late for a new start Just show a little heart It's all about your fellow pony We all need a little love, don't have a heart of stone-y If you're feelin' what I'm feelin', then get up and show me 'Cause today's not the day for bein' lonely Oh, oh, I'm spreadin' the love Like, oh, oh, it's all I've dreamt of Oh, no, don't hesitate You better follow your heart, it ain't gonna wait Love, I'm gonna shout it Love, I'm gonna shout it Ain't no doubt about it Love's in the air, let's shout it! “It’s Hearts and Hooves Day!” Izzy said as she walked towards her friends. “Will you ponies all be my Palentine today?” “Not just that, but I just got this from Spike in the Isle of Scaly.” Sunny said. “What does it say Sunny?” Hitch asked, looking at the note. Sunny read out the note to her friends. “It says, Dear Sunny, I am very excited about Hearts and Hooves Day. I know that it’s been a couple of months since Opaline was defeated, but the dragons and I want to let you know that we’re coming back to Equestria for Hearts and Hooves Day. Twilight Sparkle and her friends loved this holiday. Let’s hope that nopony panics when we come this time like before. Signed, Dragon Lord Spike.” Pipp squealed in excitement. As she got out her phone, she made a livestream about the dragons and Hearts and Hooves Day. “Did you hear that, Pippsqueaks? The dragons are coming over here to celebrate Hearts and Hooves Day with us! I hope you ponies are all excited for the dragons’ visit and Hearts and Hooves Day, and one last thing, please do not panic when the dragons arrive. Okay, See ya soon, Bye!” “I betcha Sparky is very excited about the dragons’ visit. He is friends with them after all.” Hitch said with excitement. “Yeah sheriff, that’s what dragon friends are for after all.” Zipp said. “And those cute dragons are going to love this holiday.” Misty added. “If we want to make Hearts and Hooves Day the best day ever, we first need to show them what Hearts and Hooves Day is. Spike knew about this since Twilight Sparkle was around.” Sunny said. At the lsle of Scaly, Spike was excited about Hearts and Hooves Day, but not so much about the other dragons. “Um, your Spikeness? What is this Hearts and Hooves Day you may ask?” Blaize said as she, Lava, Jade, Luxxe, Leaf, Tumble, and Fountain walked up to Spike all confused. “I am the leader of the dragons, and I know everything about Hearts and Hooves Day since my royal advisor was around. So that’s why I’m excited about today.” Spike said. “What do you mean your Spikeness? Do we have to see for ourselves?” Lava asked. “After all, I’m very excited to see the little hatchling again.” Luxxe said. “I know that you all don’t know what Hearts and Hooves Day is but as soon as we get to Equestria, you’ll see what I mean, and I see your point, Luxxe. I’m also excited to see Sparky again. He helped us defeat Opaline and get our bright dragon shimmer back after all. Now come on, let’s head to Equestria.” Spike stated as he and the dragons headed to Equestria. Back in Maretime Bay, the ponies were coming together for Hearts and Hooves Day. “Everypony get ready for Hearts and Hooves Day. We are very excited to see you.” Pipp said. “Dragons incoming!” Hitch stated. “Nopony panic this time.” “Uh, why are we not panicking about this time?” Jazz asked. “Oh come on Jazz!” Pipp replied. “It’s only the dragons that just came here.” “There’s the hatchling, I can see him there.” Leaf said. “Don’t you think that we should calm the ponies down in case they panic?” Tumble asked. “The ponies are going to be just fine. I hope.” Jade said. “Me too.” Fountain replied. “We all do.” Spike said. “I’ve seen this before.” “Now we gather here because we have some special visitors today. Please welcome Spike and his friends.” Hitch announced. “Um, are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Rocky asked, looking at Jazz. “Don’t tell me.” Jazz replied. “It’s the dragons again. I’m just gonna say this. WE PANIC!!!” The ponies panicked at the dragons’ arrival. Spike looked down at the ponies. “Whoa, what kind of welcome is this? It's me, Spike! Friend to ponykind since forever? Royal advisor to Twilight Sparkle?” Spike said. “ROAR!” The dragons roared, causing the ponies to calm down as a result. “Uh, can somepony explain what just happened?” Toots said. “We’re sorry about what happened.” Tumble said. “But this is to teach you ponies how not to panic when we’re around.” Fountain explained. “Yeah, especially when the little hatchling is around you, you don’t want to hurt him.” Luxxe said. “We want you to be careful when we dragons are around you.” Lava said. “Especially after everything that we’ve been through with Opaline.” Jade said. “So again, just calm down and celebrate Hearts and Hooves Day with us.” Leaf said. Spike smiled at his friends. “I think me and the ponies need to show you dragons about the meaning of Hearts and Hooves Day. Right?” He asked Hitch. “Right, Spike.” Hitch replied. “Come on everypony, let’s show these dragons what Hearts and Hooves Day has to offer.” The ponies and dragons cheered as they gave out cards, flowers and other items the others need for Hearts and Hooves Day. “You look awesome Pipp.” Seashell said. “Thanks Pippsqueaks.” Pipp replied. “Wow, what an amazing day.” Spike said. “Now there only one thing left to do.” “Yep. I’m gonna kiss that sheriff.” Zipp said. “I’m gonna kiss that detective.” Hitch said. Hitch and Zipp kissed each other and the ponies and dragons watched in awe.

ScarlettDaze

551486

Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Queen Chrysalis,Drama,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence

Changelings Are-A Changing

A series of unlikely events lead to there being 6 more changeling queens popping up in Equestria.

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<p>The Mane 6 catch what they all think is a simple stomach bug, but things are not as they seem. Overnight, 6 dark trees sprout in and around Ponyville, sending the citizens into a panic, and no body can seem to find any of the Bearers of the Elements. Just to make things worse, soon after a variety of weird changeling subspecies start popping out of the odd trees, only making the panic worse!</p><p>And yet, these Changelings seem not to be aggressive? It's still very worrying though, let alone how they all keep talking about their Queens. Hopefully the princesses can handle this!</p>

teen

2024-02-14T01:37:04+00:00

2024-02-14T01:37:03+00:00

"Ugh... I don't know what it was I ate, but it is kickin my flank right now!" Granny Smith raises an eye at the language, with a look shared between her and her grandson. Applebloom is already tucked into bed, probably the only reason Applejack was willing to cuss at all, but since she is cussing and gripping her stomach, barely able to look at her meal without looking green in the gills, it's pretty clear that whatever stomach bug her granddaughter managed to catch is real bad. She knows exactly how sturdy Applejack is, so for her to actually complain? "Mayhaps you should turn in early? Doesn't look like you're gonna be able to handle any dinner at this rate." Applejack hesitates, but actually nods in agreement without any fuss. Now, Applejack had definitely mellowed out ever since that Sparkle girlie came 'round town, but no insistence at all? Now Granny really does know that she's come down with somethin bad. "That'd probably be fer the best, yeah. Y-you want any help cleanin up before I hit the hay?" "Naw, I want to see you cleaned up and in bed missy! Mac and I can get things cleaned up right quick, but you look like you can barely stand. Now you let me know if that bug gets too bad, we'll get you to the doctor right-quick, y'hear?" "Sure thing, Granny..." Applejack definitely looks sheepish, probably some nonsense in her head about not pulling her weight, but she shuffles off to bed without another word. She really hopes that all that it is is a stomach bug. Apparently she and her friends had a little picnic in the park earlier today, so hopefully some potato salad just went bad or something and her granddaughter will sweat it out by tomorrow, maybe the day after. Either way, worry won't do nothin for the last few chores of the day, but between Big Mac and herself it don't take too long. By the time Luna's moon is in the air, the crickets singing along with the cicadas in the early night, everything is set and ready for bed, Granny Smith following along soon after. It is odd, though, that she ends up tossin and turnin in bed for a little while. Something just seems... off for some reason. It takes a bit to figure it out, but the house is creaking and moaning more than usual at this time of year-and Granny would know, she's lived in barns for mosta her life! Hopefully it's just a loose board or something kickin up a fuss in the wind. Granny Smith is jolted out of her tumultuous sleep by the sound of Applebloom screaming, sending her leaping outta bed and running for the door before she's even really awake enough to realize why she's moving, little lances of arthritic pain and the sudden adrenaline working better to wake her up than any coffee she'd ever had. The thick smell of rotting leaves and sawdust hits her like a physical wall once she bursts outta her room, and she hesitates just for a moment at what she sees. Her home is...warped, the hallway for the bedrooms nearly three times as long as it should be. It almost looks like her home has been fragmented and pulled apart, some sort of cloudy, burnt orange material that almost looks like amber filling in the new space alongside oddly familiar black branches, some tiny, some nearly as thick as Mac's barrel. Most importantly though, are the alien critters swarming all over the hallway. They're vaguely pony-like, but as big as Mac, if not bigger, maybe more like the size of a buffalo. Instead of being bulked out with fur though, these critters are all muscle and some kinda shell, like big beetles or somethin. A mix of black and orange, it's pretty obvious who's the culprit for the new additions to the decor, though with the weird bug jaws and the massive horns on their heads, Granny isn't willing to complain. 'Least, not yet. More important is trying to figure out how to get through the varmints and get to Applebloom's room, a bit tricky since Granny ain't the spring chicken she once was. Thankfully, from the bruised and dizzy handful of critters between Mac's and Applebloom's rooms, it seems that her grandson is already on it. Only moments later, Granny lets out a sigh of relief when another buggy breaks through Applebloom's door, Mac marching out right after with Applebloom sat on his back. "Over here Mac sonny! We gotta git!" Mac snaps his head over to look at her, and Granny can't help just a smidge of satisfaction seeing how he immediately relaxes, just a little around the shoulders. Her grandson's version of letting out a big sigh of relief, as she's learned over the years. Thankfully, the critters don't seem to ornery, more focused on doing whatever it is they're doing to the house than focusing on her and her grandkids. With a couple body checks, Mac is at Granny's side, and she pulls a shivering Applebloom down off his withers and onto her own. Better to have her boy freed up without having to worry about a passenger, just in case the bugs do decide to get violent. "You seen Applejack in all this mess?" "Nnope." "Darnation! Well, she's a big girl, one o' the Elements fer a reason after all. I say we get otta the thick of it so she don't gotta worry about us, wait fer her or her friends to pop up." "Eeyep." Mac-boy nods resolutely, though Granny can tell from the tension in him that he's worried about his sister. Well, 'course he is, he's an Apple, and Apples don't just leave family high-and-dry! But Granny knows her granddaughter like the back of her hoof, and she knows that even with two legs tied behind her back she could kick the snot out of these critters. And so they start making their way through the house, sometimes having to move through stretches of resin-y stuff to get back to the actual wood parts of the house, or needing to push through tree branches that almost act like bushes and brambles, considering where they're placed. Mac-boy keeps to the front, bulling through any clusters of the bug-ponies in their way to freedom. Thankfully, they continue to be pretty non-aggressive, almost docile, like a herd of particularly stubborn sheep that don't care fer your scheduling. At most, they might hiss a little at being interrupted, but once they spot their little group they just... go back to business. Applebloom even swears that she saw one of them wave at the group once they passed by, though Granny chocked that up to stress and the filly being scared. Finally though, they manage to find the kitchen, and the back door on the other side of it. After shuffling past a trio of the critters (were they rifflin through the pantry? ... were they working the stove?), they finally manage to get out the door, only to find themselves not in the backyard, but standing on some kind of orange-black bridge in the sky. Well, that's what Granny thought at first anyways, but after a moment to adjust to the odd sight, she takes a look around and realizes what's really goin on. Their house is stuck in a tree. It's like someone planted a seed in the middle of the house and pressed fast-forward a coupla times-their first floor is suddenly nearly five stories up in the air, different rooms broken away from each other and spread through the orange-black barked tree, resin and random dead wood gathered from nearby building bridges between the remnants of their home. A quick look over the edge of the branch they'd ended up on shows that the foundations and some of the bottom bits of wood are still down there, scattered around the roots, "Well I'll be darned! What the hay are we gonna do about this little situation, eh?" A tap on the shoulder brings her back out of her thoughts, and Granny turns to see Mac looking out at the horizon, a concerned expression on his face. "Mmm? What's wrong, Mac-boy?" He simply gestures with a hoof, and she looks out to where he's pointing to see something that puts her stomach down more near her feet than anything. With the height boost being on the tree gives them, it's clear to see that there are more of these trees out nearby. A yellow-tinted one out in the Everfree, two in Ponyville proper, one further out on the outskirts of Ponyville, close to the mountains, and even one floating up in the sky, rooted into a black mass of stormy, flashing cloud that sends shivers down Granny's spine. Somethin ain't right here, but most of all Granny can't help but wonder where her granddaughter has gotten off to.

ScarlettDaze

551486

Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Queen Chrysalis,Drama,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence

Changelings Are-A Changing

A series of unlikely events lead to there being 6 more changeling queens popping up in Equestria.

incomplete

<p>The Mane 6 catch what they all think is a simple stomach bug, but things are not as they seem. Overnight, 6 dark trees sprout in and around Ponyville, sending the citizens into a panic, and no body can seem to find any of the Bearers of the Elements. Just to make things worse, soon after a variety of weird changeling subspecies start popping out of the odd trees, only making the panic worse!</p><p>And yet, these Changelings seem not to be aggressive? It's still very worrying though, let alone how they all keep talking about their Queens. Hopefully the princesses can handle this!</p>

teen

2024-02-15T01:49:22+00:00

2024-02-17T16:48:32+00:00

"Huh. You don't see that everyday!" Junebug jumped a little at the sudden voice, turning to see Derpy had walked up beside her at some point. A quick glance around shows that they aren't alone, a good portion of the morning crowd pausing to look at the newest craziness in Ponyville. "Oh! Well, yes, I suppose not. It's always something with these girls, huh?" Despite trying to keep her focus on Derpy, she can't help but let her gaze wander back to Sugarcube Corner, just from the sheer oddness. Most of the building seems to be mostly the same as always, but there's a huge, black... mushroom, seemingly having taken the place of the short cupcake tower thing on the top of the building. It's hard to see from down here, but it looks like the top of it is mostly pink, and pastel pink fungal curtains hang down from the edges and stem, shading the whole building like a massive umbrella. Now that Junebug is paying attention instead of just staring in shock, she can hear some kind of musical beat, dull and echoing like it's coming from deep within the building, yet still strong enough that she can just barely feel it in her chest, slowly growing stronger. "Well... at least it doesn't seem like the bad kind of chaos?" "One can hope, Derpy. Do you... not have mail rounds to be doing?" "Yeah, but I figure that I won't get any real work done until after whatever this is blows over." "You know what? Fair." Junebug gives the mailmare a respectful nod, though her attention is quickly drawn back to Sugarcube Corner when the thrumming beat quickly begins to pick up the pace, getting stronger each time. She almost mistakes it for the start of a Heartsong, but a quick internal check doesn't show any reaction in her magic to the building music. This is apparently entirely manual, though Junebug has no idea what kind of instrument could be causing the building to literally bulge a little with each beat, the fungal curtains fluttering in the wind. ...is the giant mushroom dancing a little? Before Junebug can figure out if it's just natural swaying or something else, all the windows and doors of the building break outward, sending the doors flying open and the window glass across the cobbles, getting a good few startles and shouts out of the crowd. Right after, a variety of trumpets poke out of Sugarcube Corner, sounding out what she is pretty sure is an exact replica of the tune used for a royal entrance, like for Princess Celestia. Oh yeah, and then changelings started swarming out of the building. This, understandably, lead to a little bit of panic, which Junebug may or may not have participated in. Alright, she'll be honest; everyone goes running about and screaming. Well, what do you expect? Even if they look weird, smaller than a normal changeling, with shells and eyes and everything else in a mix of black and shades of pink, they're still changelings! Everyone in Equestria knows what they did just a few months ago at Prince Shining Armor and Princess Cadance's wedding! Though, once Junebug is properly cowering underneath a nearby picnic table, she's got the chance to see exactly what the swarm is up to, and it's... definitely odd. Once again their smallness peaks her interest-not quite foal sized, but definitely not as big as a full-grown pony, and that paired with their color and the little antennae over their eyes gives off the distinct impression of ants more than anything. As for what they're actually doing, well... at least they aren't attacking people? Instead they just kind of, seem to be doing party tricks. Lots of cartwheels and acrobatics, dancing with each other, bouncing around all over the place like foals on a sugar rush! Which, well, considering they came out of Sugarcube Corner, that's honestly not implausible is it? She can also see some of them bringing more and more stuff out of the building, an eclectic mix of party supplies, baked goods and oddly sophisticated looking machinery, seemingly macgyvered together with a mix of random furniture and a strange, crystal-like pink material. The changelings seem to... yeah, they're spitting the material out to keep their machines in place, quickly hardening into more of that pink crystal. A bit gross, honestly, but not the weirdest thing Junebug has seen- "Hey there! What's your name?" "AAAHH!" All of a sudden there's a changeling's upside-down face filling her view, which Junebug feels like is a perfectly good reason to scream, no matter how high-pitched and filly-like the scream ended up being. The changeling seems completely unfazed, just continuing to grin at her, and it takes her a minute to realize that it must have landed on top of her hiding spot, just kind of... leaning all the way down over the edge of the picnic table to face her. "Well hi there Aaahh! You know, there's a lot of people with that name around here, was there some kind of big hero named Aaahh that everyone named their kids after? Ooh, ooh, or what about a famous superhero, or a really good ventriloquist, or a chef! Oh yeah, what's your favorite food? Is it a desert? I haven't had anything other than sugar and pumpkin pie so far, but they were absolute-ively delicious! What about you, have you had anything other than that? Well of course you have, you probably got born, like, years ago! Man, you're old huh? What's that like? I've been alive 14 hours, 23 minutes and 16 seconds, I can't even imagine being alive one year, let alone more! So yeah, what's your favorite food?" The word scramble finally ends, though it takes a few moments for Junebug to actually process that, still struggling to try and pull as much meaning from it as she can. The whole time the bug just keeps smiling at her, patiently waiting for her to respond. And, it's just... not what she expected from a changeling? Like, at all? Granted, Junebug had never met a changeling before, but all the stories were about how cunning and vicious they are-these ones are just hyperactive little foals. "Um... spring greens? And, well, my name isn't 'aaahh', it's actually Junebug." "Oooohh, yeah that makes more sense! Nice to meet you Junebug, I'm Babypop! So, me and my sisters think that we might have spooked you ponies, which was totally not what we were going for, super sorry about that! But now that we're friends, would you like to join the celebration?" "Uh, celebration? Celebration of what?" Junebug barely even realizes that she's started to crawl out from under the table, or that she's already much more relaxed. These miniature changelings are just too dang friendly, and her small-town manners have taken over. Babypop on the other hand simply jumps down to stand next to her, though 'bounce next to her' would probably be the more accurate description. "Why what else? We're celebrating the founding of the Jestlings, and the pre-birthday party for our Queen!" Ah. Well, that sounds somewhat more concerning than them just being little party animals.

ScarlettDaze

551486

Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Queen Chrysalis,Drama,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence

Changelings Are-A Changing

A series of unlikely events lead to there being 6 more changeling queens popping up in Equestria.

incomplete

<p>The Mane 6 catch what they all think is a simple stomach bug, but things are not as they seem. Overnight, 6 dark trees sprout in and around Ponyville, sending the citizens into a panic, and no body can seem to find any of the Bearers of the Elements. Just to make things worse, soon after a variety of weird changeling subspecies start popping out of the odd trees, only making the panic worse!</p><p>And yet, these Changelings seem not to be aggressive? It's still very worrying though, let alone how they all keep talking about their Queens. Hopefully the princesses can handle this!</p>

teen

2024-02-16T20:47:25+00:00

2024-02-16T20:47:25+00:00

By noontime, Ponyville is in a state of-surprisingly benign-crisis, and Mayor Mare is doing her best to keep the town from falling apart. Honestly, at this point the changelings are only half the problem, her biggest issue is twofold; the civilians are panicking and not following procedure, and the Elements are no where to be seen. Mare had never realized it before, but even just having the Element Bearers running around, visibly in the process of trying to solve the disaster of the week, it helps to keep ponies calm. Even when said disasters aren't solved for a few days, or are even caused by the Elements themselves, that... assumption of competent help, it shows ponies that something is being done, and ponies end up being much more amenable to leaving things to the professionals, so to speak. Without them, her citizens just keep getting more anxious and scared, a negative feedback loop that's not helped by all the different kinds of changeling that have started to crop up, all acting differently. In fact, that's one of the main things that she has the few Ponyville guards reporting on, the different kinds of changeling and the odd plants that had popped up all over the town, one such guard coming by to give a verbal report just now. (Honestly it's a relief, both for the information and the break from trying to write a letter to Canterlot that could somehow explain the situation.) "Report Guardsman, how are things looking out there? What can you tell me about these trees that have popped up?" "Yes ma'am!" The stallion gives her a crisp salute, which is pretty amusing. Must be a stallion fresh out of training, recently transferred, none of the Ponyville guards that are here more than a month act so stiff. "Currently there are 5 confirmed unidentified magical flora, with one currently unconfirmed but suspected out in the Everfree, only sighted by our flying guardsmare. Confirmed UMF's have been found at Golden Oaks Library, Sugarcube Corner Bakery, Sweet Apple Acres, in the local cloudscape of Pegasus Perch public flight zone, and out on the town outskirts leading to the Crystal Mountains. A volunteer Unicorn cast some diagnostic spells when requested, and the UMF's all radiate dark magic. The changeling-like beings seem to be spawning from holes in the UMF's, or at least emerging from a magically expanded internal space using them." "Mmm," Mare taps at her chin, trying to ponder on what is happening. "I almost want to say that this was some targeted attack on the Element Bearers, but the one out on the town outskirts is a wrench in that idea, let alone the potential one out in the Everfree. What about these changeling... subspecies, lets call them. What do we know so far?" "We have 3 confirmed sightings of changeling subspecies, 3 suspected but unconfirmed. Jestlings from the Sugarcube Corner hive, Bravelings from the Sweet Apple Acres hive, and Brightlings from the public flight zone hive have all self-identified when questioned, which is where we got the names for them. We've had some potential sightings of the other three suspected subspecies, but no official interactions, and descriptions of all are in the dossier, as requested." That they are, as Mayor Mare can see. Each subspecies is quite distinct, even if they still share some general traits with each other and baseline changelings. The Jestlings, for example, are described as being ant-like, while the few Bravelings seen so far seem modeled more after large beetles. As for the Brightlings, well, they've definitely been heard, but only glimpses of them flashing by have been caught so far. All that's known about their description is that they seem to be a mix of black and any two random colors, they are incredibly fast, and they emit a constant humming that one farmer compared to 'the largest dragonfly he'd ever done heard', end quote. Other sightings are coming in as well, but with all the chaos it's near impossible to tell if they're just more sightings of the confirmed subspecies, or hints at other changeling-like creatures that are just better at hiding than these first three. At the very least, while all of them seem quite chaotic-and not particularly good at obeying social conventions-they don't seem to be actively malicious. All injuries reported so far have been from stampeding or from shock and surprise, rather than anyone actually being assaulted. "Well, keep up the good work, mister... apologies, but I don't think I ever got your name?" "No worries ma'am, I didn't give you one!" It takes a moment to process that, but Mare snorts at the little joke. A little levity does her good in these stressful times, after all. "Well, would you like to tell me it now?" "Can't do that, ma'am!" "... and why is that?" The stallion seems to hesitate for a moment, a complicated expression visible under the guard's helmet, but continues after a moment. "Don't have one, ma'am." "Ah. Would I be right in assuming that you are, in fact, a changeling?" "Not quite, ma'am! I'm a Braveling, which we're pretty sure is different!" With a flash of orange flame, the stallion is replaced by an even bigger, bulkier Braveling, who shuffles in place at Mare's stare. In the back of her mind, the appearance of the Braveling tickles an old memory from back in her university years-something about a nation to the northeast of Farasi, though she can't remember what it was called. Apparently the native race there were called 'rhinos', and the Braveling in front of her looks like a bug-like version of the drawings she'd seen, though the horn shape is a bit different. "And... why did you disguise yourself as one of our guards?" "Too many cooks in the kitchen back at Sweet Apple Acres, ma'am! Figured I could do some good here in town by helping keep the peace!" That... what? "And why, exactly, do you want to help keep the peace?" "Right thing to do, ma'am! Our Queen is still gestating, but even in her dreams she projects the values of hard work and helping your community. Hive comes first of course, but Ponyville is part of our community now, too!" "Huh... well, I will take that into account at least. For now though, you do realize that I'll need to have you arrested for impersonating an officer?" "Oh. Uh. I did not know that was an arrest-able offense, ma'am. That being said, I'll pony up to my mistakes!" Well, that's good. As Mayor Mare gets up to call in a guard-hopefully an actual guard this time-for the willing detainment, she mulls over what, exactly, this 'Queen' could mean for the situation. With a bit of logical deduction it's simple to assume that this must be a different queen changeling to Queen Chrysalis, the one who started that invasion in Canterlot. That being said, there's no gaurentee that she'll continue to keep directing her drones to cooperate once she wakes up. After all, as the Braveling said, 'The hive comes first'. And if Ponyville and the Hives end up coming into conflict, well, she's got no idea how they could survive. Mare really needs to get that letter finished and on its way.

ScarlettDaze

551486

Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Queen Chrysalis,Drama,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence

Changelings Are-A Changing

A series of unlikely events lead to there being 6 more changeling queens popping up in Equestria.

incomplete

<p>The Mane 6 catch what they all think is a simple stomach bug, but things are not as they seem. Overnight, 6 dark trees sprout in and around Ponyville, sending the citizens into a panic, and no body can seem to find any of the Bearers of the Elements. Just to make things worse, soon after a variety of weird changeling subspecies start popping out of the odd trees, only making the panic worse!</p><p>And yet, these Changelings seem not to be aggressive? It's still very worrying though, let alone how they all keep talking about their Queens. Hopefully the princesses can handle this!</p>

teen

2024-02-17T01:56:34+00:00

2024-02-17T01:56:34+00:00

Sweetie Belle was very worried about Rarity. As usual, her big sister had decided to overextend herself. Even though she'd gotten some kind of food poisoning yesterday, she'd just gone heavy with her foundation to hide the green tinge, grit her teeth, and gone out for her weekly gem gathering. Granted, it's not nearly as hard since she'd brokered some kind of deal with the Diamond Dogs, but still! And now Sweetie hasn't seen her at all so far today, and apparently there are changelings popping up all over Ponyville! In fact, she's gathering supplies to go find Scootaloo and Apple Bloom, so they can try to help out anyone in trouble, when all of a sudden there's a knock at the door. And, well, a changeling probably wouldn't just knock politely at the door, right? Although cautious, the thought that it might be someone looking for help makes the decision for her, and-with a frying pan in her telepathic grasp out of view-she opens the door to find a familiar yellow-coated mare. "Fluttershy! What are you doing here!" "Oh, hello Sweetie Belle. Is now a good time? I can-" A trio of giggling pink changelings in the form of a living wheel roll past, making Fluttershy 'eep!' and hunker down until they're further down the street. "I can come back later if it's not..." "Oh, no, come in, come in!" Sweetie ushers her inside, ingrained etiquette from Rarity putting her just about on autopilot, going through the motions of getting the mare in the sitting room and grabbing some tea and snacks as they talk. "What are you doing here, Fluttershy? Shouldn't you and everyone else be out there, figuring out how to kick those changelings out of town?" "Oh," Fluttershy's ear twitches, it kind of looks like she wants to itch it but doesn't, for some reason. "Well, all of the chaos with the changelings is... well, a bit much for me, if I'm honest. Rarity said that I could come by and keep you safe so she could focus on helping everyone out. I-if that's alright with you, of course." Sweetie's first instinct is to get indignant, to exclaim that she's old enough to take care of herself! But, this is Fluttershy, she isn't going to take that in a positive way. (And, if Sweetie is 'Applejack Honest' with herself, she actually is pretty scared about all this.) So instead she just sighs in relief and hidden annoyance as she sets down the tea set on the coffee table between them. "Well, it's a relief to know that Rarity is alright. When she didn't come back last night I was really worried! I'm just glad that it's the weekend, trying to get back home from school in all of this would have been a nightmare. Feel free to have whatever, by the way!" "Oh, I couldn't imagine, everyone stampeding around like they are..." The older mare shivers, wing feathers fluffing up for a few moments before she starts patting them back down. "But everything should be fine soon, I'm sure Rarity will have everything settled and proper in no time." That's... something is off with the way Fluttershy said that, but Sweetie can't figure out what it is. Eh, she might just be a little paranoid with all the chaos outside? But, just in case... "Yeah, I'm sure things will be back to normal in time for you two to have your Spa Day tomorrow. Rose Blossom and Aloe are miracle workers huh?" Fluttershy pauses mid-sip of her tea, blinking a few times before looking at Sweetie in confusion. "Isn't it Lotus Blossom and Aloe? And, I'm sorry, but did Rarity mention changing our Spa Day this week? Oh dear, I must have forgotten..." "Ah, no, just got things a little mixed up in my head, sorry!" Sweetie scratches the back of her head and smiles sheepishly. "I guess all of this changeling nonsense has got me more out of sorts than I thought." Fluttershy's ear twitches again, and she gives Sweetie a sympathetic look. Soon after, the yellow coated mare has shuffled over to Sweetie's own couch, putting a wing over her back in a classic Pegasus Snuggle. Yep, definitely Fluttershy! "Oh my, I can't imagine how stressful this all must be for you! But don't worry, I'll be here as long as you need me, I promise." They spend most of the day just hanging out like that. Other than refills on snacks and drinks, they play a few board games and tell each other stories, only interrupted once by a guard coming to the door a little after lunch. According to Fluttershy, things are still pretty crazy out there, but Rarity and the other girls are hard at work trying to figure out what's going on. The mare doesn't dwell on it though, instead getting right back into her retelling of the time she was a model with Rarity's help. And wow, Sweetie had assumed that Rarity had exaggerated or downplayed on some points, but apparently she was spot-on! Fluttershy nearly recounts word-for-word when Rarity had told her about it herself, so they must have, like, figured out all the details with each other beforehand. Still a gripping story as always though! There is one odd thing though-throughout the day, she's noticed these glimmering, gold-colored threads ending up here, there and everywhere, glimmering in the slowly fading light of the day. When she asks Fluttershy about it, the older mare actually blushes, which is adorable. "Oh dear, I'm sorry, I was taking care of some gilded grain spiders before everything started. I suppose some of them most have followed after me and decided to set up in the boutique. I'm very sorry about this..." Fluttershy starts to retreat into her metaphorical shell, so Sweetie quickly reassures her. "Oh, don't worry, we can always clean up the webs later! Honestly, with how pretty they look in the light, I wouldn't be surprised if Rarity wanted to commission you and these spiders to make some spools of silk." She looks around at the half-finished webs in a little bit of awe, almost missing the way that Fluttershy ducks her head down. Thankfully, this time it's in that 'I find it hard to accept praise so I'm embarrassed' way, rather than feeling guilty or anything. She's got a smile on and everything! Honestly, Sweetie's not sure why. She's not even particularly into tailoring the way Rarity is, but even she can tell that this spider silk could make for some stunning clothes, assuming that they're reasonably sturdy when woven. Ooh, and if they take to dyes well, then that'd be even better! With the way it kind of glitters, she bets that any dyes would make the silk look like different colored gemstones, except as cloth, which would work great for Rarity's favorite fashion centerpiece! If Sweetie Belle had been looking at Fluttershy while she ranted about the spider silk's potential uses, she might have noticed the smug, satisfied smile on the mare's face, or maybe the oddly possessive look in her eyes. Or maybe not, since every time Sweetie glances back at Fluttershy, she seamlessly switches back to a generic, kind smile.

ScarlettDaze

551486

Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Queen Chrysalis,Drama,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence

Changelings Are-A Changing

A series of unlikely events lead to there being 6 more changeling queens popping up in Equestria.

incomplete

<p>The Mane 6 catch what they all think is a simple stomach bug, but things are not as they seem. Overnight, 6 dark trees sprout in and around Ponyville, sending the citizens into a panic, and no body can seem to find any of the Bearers of the Elements. Just to make things worse, soon after a variety of weird changeling subspecies start popping out of the odd trees, only making the panic worse!</p><p>And yet, these Changelings seem not to be aggressive? It's still very worrying though, let alone how they all keep talking about their Queens. Hopefully the princesses can handle this!</p>

teen

2024-02-17T15:30:19+00:00

2024-02-17T15:30:18+00:00

When she emerges, the first thing she sees is a crooked column of light crashing down on one of the Mother Tree's nearby metallic branches. Immediately after is a thunderous explosion that might have burst the eardrums of a less specialized pony species, but she only hears a symphony of voltage and arcing current, electricity snapping and crackling closer as it travels along the nearby branches and into the trunk. As the electricity passes over her where she's still half inside of her emergence hollow, it plays across her exoskeleton like playful minnows, the fibers her kind have in place of hair for their manes and tails frizzing up into a permanent 'standing on end' look. In that moment, as she tries-and fails-to blink the streak of light from her eyes, she knows her name. Storm Rider. Of course, the moment can't last forever, and the hive link lights up in the back of her mind in reaction to the bolt of lightning. The link is a hard thing to describe, because it isn't like you're just thinking words at others. Instead, it's more like Storm's mind is just a little piece of a much, much bigger brain, mostly independent but able to send and receive pure information across the link. Within only moments, she's 'downloaded' the hive's General Knowledge packet as of a few minutes ago, as well as sending her own opinions of where she'd be best used on the currents. Soon enough she gets a favorable reply back; she's on storm management duty! With several hundred hours-worth of Brightling flight data to guide her, she jumps out of her hollow with zero fear, her four wings humming into motion until they're flapping so fast they look more like blurry streaks over her back than anything. After some quick physical flight tests-it definitely wasn't just her messing around!-Storm Rider darts up to where her new crew reported their last positions, soon enough merging into their flight formation with a smoothness that can only come from knowing where they all are as well as she knows what way her legs are folded under her. With the constant rumbling booms and snap-crackling of lightning and thunder in the boiling black clouds around them, verbal communication is less than useful. Instead, her crew introduce themselves over the link; Call Sign is the crew leader by dint of being one of the oldest Brightlings, as well as her particular knack for manipulating the link with ease. Do Re and Mi all emerged from the same hollow one after another, and have decided that makes them 'triplets', a pony term picked up by some of the older Brightlings. Flight Feather is the last of their crew-besides Storm Rider herself-to already have their name, but the other three are hopeful that they'll find them soon. Until then, they can still be differentiated through the link, it'd just be an issue for verbal communication. As for their job though, they need to work a careful balance with the storm clouds that constantly build around the Mother Tree. She constantly radiates a mix of dark and weather magic, which is why the storm clouds constantly form, the lightning produced refining that energy and sending it back into the Mother Tree as food, both for herself and for Brightlings like them. However, the storm clouds need to be managed, contained close enough to the Mother Tree that the lightning is drawn towards her, while also breaking them up enough that huge lightning bolts like the one Storm Rider saw don't form. The intensity of those are too strong for even the Mother Tree, superheating her metallic wood until it glows cherry-red, taking more energy to heal from than what she gets from absorbing them. Working the storm is simple, but that doesn't mean that it's easy. In terms of the physical work, the clouds roil and boil under Storm Rider's hooves, but otherwise are pretty predictable in their behavior. A query to the hive about how clouds normally work gives her some info on the Queen's experience with clouds; as it turns out, usually storm clouds should be a less tame under their hands. Her best guess is that it's some kind of species-based specialization that makes them so easy to work with. Though now she can't help but wonder if regular clouds would be easy to hard to work with-wait, no, back on track! After some time, the hive comes to the collective decision-after some small scale experiments-to coax the storm into more of a hurricane around the Mother Tree, with the idea being that the active flow will absorb any storm clouds as they form, rather than needing to be constantly re-gathered as they drift away. Though, as Storm's crew gets into formation with all the others to start whipping up the necessary winds, she can't help but query the hive again about why they need to do so. She gets two answers, one that seems logical and reasonable, and one that confuses her a bit. The first is that, this way, all of the Mother Tree's storm is condensed into one area, and they don't have to go through the effort of flying out to gather the ones that have drifted far away. The other is that the Queen, even in her sleep, feels an obligation to keep the skies above Ponyville as clear as possible, considering the circumstances. And, well, even if it seems odd, who is Storm Rider to question the Queen? A third answer reveals itself as they get the condensed hurricane structured and spinning around the Mother Tree; it looks bucking cool! The black clouds form a circular wall surrounding the Mother Tree, constantly in flux as jagged arcs of lightning snap into place within the walls. What Storm didn't expect, however, is that the forces involved would pull the clouds away from the Mother Tree itself, creating a massive skylight, the 'Eye of the Storm', shining light down over the Mother Tree and creating curling, twisty rainbows. The Queen stirs a little in her gestation pod at the heart of the Mother Tree, and Storm Rider can feel the magic that pulses out, somehow causing the rainbows to crystalize. Floating bridges of multicolored light form, leading to and from the Mother Tree and into the Stormwall (so named by an enterprising Brightling somewhere in the hive link), acting as further lightning rods that absorb forming lightning bolts to draw back to the Mother Tree. It's an awe-inspiring sight, and Storm Rider can't help but feel pity for anyone without wings. All they can see from the ground is a dark black ball of clouds in the sky, but inside is a beauty like no other. It seems almost poetic, though she's not all that familiar with the concept, just seems like an appropriate label. More importantly, Storm is hungry! If Brightlings were capable of sweating outside of a transformation, she'd have definitely worked one up, and she was literally born not more than a few hours ago. It's a good thing that there's so much electricity available, though as much as she loves lightning she'd much prefer some Loyalty. The hive had only been able to gather a little bit of it so far, it's even harder to get their hands on than Love, but even the sense memory shared over the link makes her mouth water...

ScarlettDaze

551486

Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Queen Chrysalis,Drama,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence

Changelings Are-A Changing

A series of unlikely events lead to there being 6 more changeling queens popping up in Equestria.

incomplete

<p>The Mane 6 catch what they all think is a simple stomach bug, but things are not as they seem. Overnight, 6 dark trees sprout in and around Ponyville, sending the citizens into a panic, and no body can seem to find any of the Bearers of the Elements. Just to make things worse, soon after a variety of weird changeling subspecies start popping out of the odd trees, only making the panic worse!</p><p>And yet, these Changelings seem not to be aggressive? It's still very worrying though, let alone how they all keep talking about their Queens. Hopefully the princesses can handle this!</p>

teen

2024-02-18T01:30:39+00:00

2024-02-18T03:37:59+00:00

A sickly purple glow covers the room, leaving what's left of Twilight's bedroom covered in eerie, flickering shadows. It's not helped by the fact that the thing doing the glowing is a huge black mass where her bed used to be, big enough to completely cover the nearby window and block out the light. The mass has an almost window-like part, semi-transparent, with the inside being filled with a glowing purple fluid, the source of the new mood lighting. Personally, Spike doesn't like it one bit, but if the 'Friendlings' are to be believed, trying to take Twilight out now would just kill her, like trying to crack open a fertilized chicken egg before the chick is ready to hatch. And hoo boy, wasn't that a surprise? Not only was the library that they call home suddenly way bigger, with blackened wood in place of the old brown kind, and not only was Twilight trapped in some kind of pod like out of his sci-fi comics. Oh no, on top of all that, weird, alien looking changelings had started literally crawling out of the woodwork! They hadn't been hostile at all so far (In fact, if anything they'd been weirdly affectionate with Spike), but they hadn't let him send a letter to Celestia about the situation, or even leave the library. Apparently 'princelings shouldn't be out where it could be dangerous', and Twilight is apparently still half-conscious in her pod and wants to try and figure this out herself before going to Celestia about it. Of course, that's assuming that the Friendlings are telling the truth at all, but there's way more of them then there are of Spike, so he can't really risk it right now. They certainly seem to take after Twilight though. The minute that the first ones had made sure that Spike wasn't going to do anything 'unreasonable', they'd gotten straight to researching themselves, which is honestly the biggest piece of evidence that Twilight is somehow connected to the things, because that is exactly what she would ask them to do. Spike had even slotted into the research in his usual role of taking notes with the ease of familiarity, the Friendlings having enough of the same mannerisms and habits of Twilight that there's only a little friction between him and them at first. As for the research itself... Common Name: Friendling Proposed Taxonomic Name: Metamorpha theurgaia Physical Description: Anatomically similar to Metamorpha metamorphus (Changeling) in most respects, with several notable exceptions. Universally taller and slimmer than average Changeling. Very large, purple, flexible wings that are most commonly folded around the body in a manner similar to robes or cloaks. Forelegs end in scythe-like blades rather than hooves, purpose unknown. An extra set of limbs have formed just behind the forelegs, visually more like a Griffon's or dragons claws than a pony's hooves, allowing for superior manual dexterity. Currently Known Abilities: Production of a purple resin from several glands found in the mouth and upper throat (lab results in process), telepathic connection expressed in all Friendlings, allowing for near-instantaneous communication, non-magical active camouflage (seems to be in place of Changeling ability to transform into the visage of others), ability to sense emotions of others, likely thanks to their emotivorous nature. Currently Known Food Sources: Sugar Water, Juices, Fruit (described as 'tasty, but not filling'), Insects (Friendling (Self-identified as 'Mystery') found some bookworm grubs, described them as 'slimy, yet satisfying'), Knowledge? (learning new things described as satisfying, but not known if this is in a nutritional or intellectual manner), Love, Magic. Sociology/Psychology: Metamorpha theurgaia seem to follow an instinctual caste system. The 'Mother Tree' (presumably the library tree itself) is at the top, immediately followed by the Queen, who acts as a lynchpin and amplifier of the hive mind all Friendlings are connected to. After that are the drones, though the Friendlings themselves have noted that they have an odd feeling that specialization of drones might be possible, which could complicate the bottom part of the caste system. Discovering their names seems to be an inherently sought after and personal achievement, assumption as of now being that it is similar to a pony earning their cutie mark. Spike sighs and does some claw stretches as he finishes up the final draft of their current understanding of the Friendlings. In a twist of irony, he's actually the only being in the library right now that can write-Twilight always used her magic to write, so the Friendlings are starting from scratch with their manipulator claws, and Friendling magic is different enough to unicorn magic that they can't borrow Twilight's skill with her own magic. So, when he isn't writing things up for Wood Smoke-the first Friendling that emerged and unofficial leader of the hive at the moment-he's coaching some of them on how to use their claws well. It's a good thing that they can pool their experiences, because otherwise trying to teach all of them how to write would take forever. For now though, he thanks one of the Friendlings for the snack bowl of gems they pass him (honestly, it feels like they know what he needs or wants before he does) and muses on how everyone must be reacting to the visible change to Golden Oaks Library. Honestly, if he didn't know that the Friendlings had worked out some primative isolation and protection wards to cast over their home, he'd have been surprised at the fact that none of Twilight's friend group had tried to barge through the front door. Or the windows, considering Rainbow and Pinkie. As he's snacking on an emerald though, it suddenly hits Spike that he isn't being watched right now. Well, it's not like the Friendlings have him under lock and key, but they have definitely been weirdly... possessive? That's not quite the right word, but it's as close as he can think of. Either way, he hasn't been left alone for long all day, but apparently the resin sample tests got finished and most of the praying mantis-like ponies had gone down to the basement lab to check out the information themselves. A classic Twilight-esque move, forgetting that they can just pass the information around in their hive mind, but more importantly it means that he's got a minute to himself. A minute to himself means that he can write a letter to Princess Celestia without being begged not to. He gives Twilight's pod another long look, indecision staying his hand for a few moments, but eventually Spike firms his resolve. There have been multiple times in the past where, if Celestia had gotten there in time, everyone would have been saved a whole lot of trouble. Right now, this definitely feels like the kind of situation that requires some Princessly intervention, and damned whatever excuses Twilight might have about it. Again, assuming that he's even been getting Twilight's opinion on things all this time, and it's not just Wood Smoke and the other Friendlings pretending that they can hear anything from her. Either way, there's no way that Celestia could make things worse, right? ... Yeah, this is a good idea. Now Spike just has to figure out how to tell her what's happening without freaking the Princess out too much, and in under a minute.

ScarlettDaze

551486

Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Queen Chrysalis,Drama,Mystery,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence

Changelings Are-A Changing

A series of unlikely events lead to there being 6 more changeling queens popping up in Equestria.

incomplete

<p>The Mane 6 catch what they all think is a simple stomach bug, but things are not as they seem. Overnight, 6 dark trees sprout in and around Ponyville, sending the citizens into a panic, and no body can seem to find any of the Bearers of the Elements. Just to make things worse, soon after a variety of weird changeling subspecies start popping out of the odd trees, only making the panic worse!</p><p>And yet, these Changelings seem not to be aggressive? It's still very worrying though, let alone how they all keep talking about their Queens. Hopefully the princesses can handle this!</p>

teen

2024-02-18T23:19:01+00:00

2024-02-18T23:19:00+00:00

Scootaloo had been at the park when the whole... situation started, an unfortunately she'd ended up separated from her aunts pretty quickly. Considering the bug pony things that had sprouted up out of nowhere were all over the place, she came to the only conclusion for what to do she could think of: Go to Zecora! Now, it's not just a decision made out of nowhere, she and the girls had plans put in place! CMC Emergency Response Code; Zeta-Phantom 23b. In case of an emergency where the town is in chaos and/or has become dangerous, and you don't know where any responsible, competent adults are, retreat back to the Everfree and use one of the (mostly) safe routes to get to Zecora's house. So, there she is, pushing her scooter as hard as she can, dodging through gnarled tree roots and mossy rocks as best as she can, wings flapping as hard as they can for the extra propulsion-and suddenly, there's a foal right on the path! With a yelp, she jerks her scooter out of the way, but that sends her on a wobbly collision course with a nearby tree trunk, and she can only groan internally and brace for impact- Thunk! Eugh... Scootaloo is pretty used to sudden crashes, she's learned how to take a fall or impact safely, but even so it's never fun. While she tries to shake the dizziness out of her head, she hears a distinct woosh-y kind of sound behind her, almost like a fire flickering. Concerned about A) being in a forest and B) the idea that there might be a forest fire in that forest, she turns around and stumbles up to her hooves, though with the way that the world is kind of spinning she nearly falls right back over. "Woah there! Take it easy, that crash must have knocked your noggin pretty bad. I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have been just standing in the path!" Someone supports Scootaloo's weight on her left side, and with a few more moments to clear her head, she finally gets a good look at the unicorn filly. She's not actually that much smaller than Scootaloo, probably only a year or two younger than her, and she's got a dark purple coat that matches well with her sunflower-yellow mane and tail. No cutie mark, which is expected at their age, but definitely something to note for a potential CMC mission in the future. "It's fine, it's fine! I was going down the trail pretty fast after all. I just wasn't really expecting to see anyone else in the forest so I wasn't really prepared to dodge. Are you trying to get away from the Changelings in town too?" That gets a reaction, the filly jerking her head up to look Scootaloo in the eye, shock on her face. "W-wait, what?! There's Changelings in Ponyville?" "Eeyep!" A little inside joke, copying Apple Bloom's brother. "That's why I'm out here in the Everfree at least, I'm on my way to a... family friend who lives out here, try to wait it out. Do you want to come with? It'd be safer than just wandering around out here." "Uh... yeah, yes, I think I'd like to do that." She's obviously still pretty stunned by the revelation, and who wouldn't be? The filly is just kind of on autopilot while Scootaloo gathers her scooter back up, checking it over for damage. Thankfully the wheels are still fine, though the front bar for steering is bent at a wonky angle. Still, it'll be easy enough to pull along the rest of the way, even if she can't ride it. With a firm nod, she turns her attention back to the filly, happy to see that she seems a bit more present in the moment now. "I'm Scootaloo, by the way! What about you?" "Oh, uh... Helping Hooves, I'm Derpy Hooves cousin! That's actually why I'm here. I, uh, don't really have a good sense of direction, and somehow I ended up here." "Wow, your sense of direction is really bad!" Scootaloo tries to hide her laugh, ends up snorting instead, and immediately tries to change the subject. She wouldn't want her new friend thinking she'd been insulting her after all! "A-anyway, let's get moving! Zecora-that's the mare who lives out here by the way-her house shouldn't be more than like, ten minutes further down the trail. We can figure out what to do next once we're somewhere secure." The two talk as they move along, though Helping ("Helpy is fine!") is a bit more on the timid side, more willing to listen to Scootaloo's stories than talk about herself. She does learn a couple things though, like how Helpy is thinking about going into medicine, since-much like her name-she loves the idea of helping ponies. Scootaloo did try to stray away from the whole 'the town is being invaded' thing, but Helpy was pretty insistent on learning more about what was going on, and she just couldn't say no to those puppy dog eyes. Those things are weapons of mass destruction! Eventually though, they came to the clearing that Zecora's home is settled in. Scootaloo had actually thought that it was some kind of magical copy of Golden Oak's Library the first time she saw it, but Zecora had clarified that it's actually a mangrove tree, rather than an oak like Twilight and Spike's place. She speeds up into a trot, smiling back at Helpy as they pick up the pace. "I know it might look a little eerie, but Zecora is actually super nice! She knows how to make potions, and like, magic totems and stuff, even though she's not a unicorn, it's super cool! I'm sure that she'll be able to kick out any Changelings that try to attack us-AAAHH!" Scootaloo had been more focused on the complicated-looking expression on Helpy's face as she opened the front door, so when she turned back to look in Zecora's home, she saw the mare sitting down in front of three Changelings! They look a little different from how Rainbow had described to her, smaller than Scootaloo herself and with a carapace colored in black and yellow stripes. They don't look particularly surprised to see Scootaloo, though Zecora certainly does, a look that quickly changes to one of chagrin. "Scootaloo, how glad I am to see you. Though, I suppose this must be an odd view?" "Wha, buh, habau va, eda?" She's so surprised that the only thing that comes out of her mouth is literal nonsense, she doesn't even notice Helpy peaking over her shoulder with that same complicated look on her face, almost glaring at the 'changelings' in the room. Zecora giggles a little at the sheer dumbfounded look on Scootaloo's face, waiting for the filly to collect herself before continuing. "I'm sure this is a surprise, but please assume I am still wise. Changelings are vile, that is true, but these are Kindlings, something new! New twicefold in fact, their arrival in the forest is a recent act." "And... how do you know that they haven't brainwashed you to think they're nice? I heard that the Changeling Queen hypnotized Twilight's brother!" Scootaloo points at the trio accusingly, which seems to make all of them embarrassed. One of them focuses for a moment, making their horn start to glow, but right after a shadow stretches out from a corner and latches onto the magical glimmer, neutralizing it at the same rate as the power is gathered. "We couldn't use our magic no matter how hard we tried, assuming we even wanted to. Miss Zecora here can be pretty scary when she wants to be." The mare in question just smiles mysteriously at the tepid glares directed her way. "The Everfree is a dangerous place! Of course I wouldn't let foreign magic take place. I hope that has assuaged your fright, so why don't you two come in before night?" Although still cautious, and keeping an eye on the three strangers, Scootaloo crosses over the threshold, ready to sit down by Zecora with Helpy to make things a little more even... but Helpy is still hesitating at the doorway, and something cold settles in her stomach. "Helpy? Y-you coming?" The filly visibly flinches at Scootaloo's voice, but after a moment she nods and steps over the threshold. Immediately, shadows reach out to cloak Helpy, and she can't help the feeling of betrayal making a knot in her insides when the shadows dissipate to show another Changeling-or rather, a Kindling. "You were one of them this whole time?!" Helpy-is that even her name? Or was that fake too?-huddles in on herself, scuffing one of her hooves on the floor as if to buy time to respond. "... yeah. But!" She jerks her head back up, and Scootaloo is surprised to see actual tears in her eyes. "But I wasn't trying to lie to you! It's just, you crashed because of me, and I wanted to help you, but I knew you'd be scared if you saw me like I am, and, and..." The sight of Scootaloo's friend(?) sitting there, trying to stifle her crying, well... whatever embers of anger that might have been building up in her are doused right away at that. "Do you still want to help ponies?" "...huh?" "Do you still want to help ponies, like you said? Do medicine or whatever?" Helpy nods hard enough that Scootaloo's worried that she'll hurt her neck, seemingly unable or unwilling to speak at the moment. It's enough for Scootaloo though, there's an earnestness in the Kindling's eyes that just can't be faked. After a moment to search her feelings, she nods resolutely before walking back over to Helpy. She can see how the Kindling tenses, bracing herself for whatever Scootaloo's reaction will be, but all she's got in store is a big 'ol hug. Helpy goes completely still, and worried that she might somehow misinterpret, Scootaloo speaks her feelings, just like she and the CMC had learned a good few times. "I'm still mad that you lied to me about stuff. But, you're probably right that I wouldn't have handled it well, seeing you were a... Kindling when we first met. But Zecora can tell you well that shunning ponies just because they're different is a terrible thing to do. And if you wanna help ponies, then you're gonna need people helping you out. And, me and my friends'll be that for you, okay?" After a moment, Helpy starts to cry, and Scootaloo's super worried that she somehow bucked this all up-pardon her Prench-but before she can pull away and ask for Zecora's help, Helpy latches onto her side like a tick, not willing to let Scootaloo go for anything. She looks back over to the others in the room for help, but all she finds are three Kindlings fighting back tears-and losing-and Zecora giving her that mysterious, satisfied look she has whenever Scootaloo or one of her friends meets her expectations. She's going to be stuck like this for a while, isn't she?

RunicTreetops

551489

Anon,Rarity,Twilight Sparkle,Human,Comedy,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

A Perfectly Acceptable Hearts and Hooves Day

Sometimes, Hearts and Hooves Day doesn't go as planned. There's nothing wrong with that.

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<p>Once again, Anon, Twilight and Rarity are all single on Hearts and Hooves Day.</p><p>They've learned to make the best of it.</p><hr/><p>A Hearts and Hands Week bonus story!</p>

everyone

2024-02-15T00:14:43+00:00

2024-02-15T00:14:45+00:00

Anon sighs as he leans back in the massive hot tub. Resting his hands behind his head and with cucumber slices covering his eyes, he has never felt quite so relaxed. The warmth of the water contrasted with the comfortable temperature of the Ponyville Day Spa creates an environment that feels like a gift from the heavens during the bitter cold of winter. “How’s the water, Anon?” “I don’t know if I’ve ever been this comfortable in my entire life.” “Hmhm, well, the staff here really knows what they’re doing, darling.” The large, central room of the spa is completely empty bar three creatures relaxing inside. The aforementioned Anon sits in the hot tub, while Rarity and Princess Twilight Sparkle both relax on cushioned seats nearby, their eyes also covered with cucumber slices and their faces adorned with face masks. Twilight is rocking a different mane style than usual, and both mares just got hooficures that look absolutely fabulous. They came here together, and they’re determined to make the most of this experience. “I was expecting it to be more crowded, honestly. I can’t believe we’re the only ones here.” “Well, it is Hearts and Hooves Day.” Twilight sounds completely unbothered as she makes herself comfortable on her back. “It was probably a lot busier this morning, but right about now, I imagine most ponies are out on their dinner dates or what have you.” “Overrated,” Rarity says with a lighthearted tone. “There’s no need for a holiday to take your loved one out to dinner. If you ask me, it makes it seem less special.” “Eh, I don’t see the harm,” Anon replies nonchalantly. “Having an excuse to take someone special out for dinner still leads to you taking someone special out for dinner. Isn’t that a good thing?” Rarity sighs. “Perhaps, but there’s a difference between wanting to take somepony out for dinner and being obligated to take somepony out for dinner.” “Agree to disagree, then.” “Well, if you ask me, I’m willing to take an excuse to spend the day with you two. We’re so busy nowadays that I welcome the holiday,” Twilight adds. “Singles Club was pretty much the best idea you’ve ever had, Twi. Good on you for coming up with that.” “Must that be the name, though?” Rarity waves her hoof in the air, but no one sees it on account of the cucumbers. “It makes us sound so… drab. Like our identities are based on the fact that we’re ‘single on Hearts and Hooves Day.’” “Er, Rarity? We are single on Hearts and Hooves Day. That’s… why we’re here.” “Yes, but I am single by CHOICE, darling! My special somepony is my career!” “...I think that came off as unintentionally rude, Rarity.” Twilight takes a sip of her complimentary mango tea she was given before the spa ponies applied her mask. “You make it sound like Anon and I are sad that we’re single or something.” “Oh? W-well, I didn’t mean for it to be rude, but… is that not the case?” “Hey, just because we’re single doesn't mean we’re sad about it. I’m just waiting for the right stallion.” The room is quiet for a moment before Anon awkwardly clears his throat. “Y-yeah…” “...How many was it this year, Anon?” He sighs. “Fourteen.” “You got turned down by FOURTEEN mares?!” “Look, not that many mares are into humans, okay?!” “Oh, darling, you simply MUST share some details! Who were these mares?” “C-come on…” If any of them could see, they’d notice Anon’s cheeks reddening. “Don’t call me out like that, it’s embarrassing.” “Give us just one, then.” Twilight chuckles. “How high did you aim? And how far did you fall?” Anon groans before mumbling something. “Mmhmia.” “What was that?” He sighs again. “Celestia.” “You asked out Princess Celestia?!” If Twilight’s eyes weren’t covered, they’d be bulging out of her skull. “Sh-she’s not a princess anymore! I figured that meant she was fair game!” “Darling. She’s thousands of years old. I don’t mean to sound rude, but–” “She’s out of my league, I know.” Anon cracks his back and shifts his legs into a more comfortable position beneath the surface of the water. “But I figured I’d regret it if I didn’t shoot my shot.” “And you got turned down?” “Actually, I never really got to ask. I showed up to her manor all dressed up and prepared to ask her out, but Luna was the one who answered the door. She said something like ‘thou art not worthy to pursue our sister!’ and shooed me away.” “Really? Hm.” Twilight shrugs. “I didn’t take her to be the protective type.” “Yeah, well, while chasing me off of her property she mentioned that Celestia has had a bunch of potential suitors and didn’t really like any of ‘em. I didn’t stand much of a chance.” Anon takes a sip of his own complimentary drink, a bit of boba. “But I still sent her some stuff for Hearts and Hooves Day. Doubt she’ll actually read any of it, though.” “You should’ve gotten Spike to help you with that.” Anon is quiet for a brief moment. “...Dang it, why didn’t I think of that?!” The three of them share a lighthearted laugh. In that moment, they all come to the same quiet realization that, for once, they really are enjoying a Hearts and Hooves Day. “Would you two care to go somewhere with me after this?” “Hm?” Anon and Rarity question in unison. “I can get us back to Canterlot really quickly, and I’d like you to join me for dinner. The castle’s chefs are some of the best in Equestria, and they wanted to make a banquet for Hearts and Hooves Day. And I mean… there’s no way I’m gonna be able to eat all of that on my own, so…” “I’d be delighted to join, darling! It’s not like I had any special plans for the evening, anyway.” “I’m in, too. Free grub is free grub.” “Hmhm. Well, it might not be the greatest holiday ever, but let’s make it a… perfectly acceptable Hearts and Hooves Day. How does that sound?” “Perfectly acceptable is good enough for me,” Anon says as he finally removes the cucumbers from his eyes and begins to stand. “It’s better than being sad, as Rarity put it.” “Now now, we are NOT sad. That was the point I was making!” “It’s hard to be sad with you two around,” Twilight chuckles as she stands up as well. “Let’s go have ourselves a nice evening.” The three of them share a smile as they prepare to head out for the evening. They might be single on the day of love, but holidays are what you make of them. Others might lament not having a special somepony on Hearts and Hooves Day, but them? They’re content to spend it with each other. “Celestia responded to my letter!” Well, perhaps some are more content than others.