Allegrezza - Part TwelveOctavia slumped down beside the sink cupboard, neatly trying to hide her body from view while also trying to dredge some memories from the murky depths of her mind. Sadly one of the many benefits toted by the Pan-Equestrian Gargle Blaster is that it will buck you up in every way possible, the bottle itself containing disclaimers against causing anything from liver damage to type-2 diabetes.
Vinyl watched from the living room, as the silence from the kitchen signalled the fact that Octavia was in fact not making tea, and may or may not be having a mental breakdown and stuffing her head in the oven. While Vinyl was partially worried, she didn't want to intrude in on her, mainly because her hopes might have been shattered, and she would've just found Octavia moping around next to the mop pail. Instead she tried to reach out her benevolent ideals using her voice.
"Hey, Octy. How's the uhh...tea coming along?"
There was a sharp clattering, a fervent clopping of hooves on tiled flooring, the
Allegrezza - Part ElevenAs was previously mentioned, Octavia was no stranger to awakening in the realm of the hangover. What she had yet to grow used to, was the various fiefdoms of a hangover, and the condition she'd be left in upon visiting one.
It must be said that she had never awoken upside-down on her own couch before. Octavia was genuinely unaware whether the pounding in her head was the alcohol permeating her blood, or the blood itself collecting in her head. Her head itself lolled over the edge of the couch in as graceless a way as could be imagined.
She shifted her body, trying to at least get the ceiling to go back to where it belonged, and return is space to the floor. This turned out to be more difficult than she had imagined, as her drunken self had apparently managed to delicately balance herself in this precarious position. A balance that was lightly stolen away as she moved, and fell head first onto the carpet, the rest of her body joining its leader in a crumpled mass above it.
At least the
Allegrezza - Part TenVinyl carried her alcohol with roughly the same precision that she carried herself while under its influence. In effect, not very well at all. A hoofful of Stagner's bottles later, and she devolved into a barely coherent mass of stumbling limbs and slurred speech. While it had crossed the minorly tipsy Octavia's mind to simply let her walk home, and maybe watch at a distance with a box of popcorn, she decided it was for the better to help her somewhere safe where she could allow her liver to slog its way through the backlog of alcohol in her system.
Thankfully Vinyl's choice in the winebar for the night had placed them within reasonable distance of Octavia's apartment. So Octavia had opted to take her home, (not that Vinyl was anywhere near capable of conveying a yay or neigh on that question.) It was due to this turn of events that Octavia found herself half-propping, half-dragging Vinyl to her home. In essence she had become a ponified crutch, and admittedly, her alcohol intake for t
Allegrezza - Part Nine+Octavia brandished her chocolate-pickle tipped spear at Vinyl's muzzle, who had her own stick locked between her teeth. The two stared each other down, willing the other to make the first strike. It was Octavia who made the first light jab, aiming for Vinyl's mouth. Vinyl parried the stick with a deft move of her own, poking Octavia's cheek for good measure. Octavia jabbed once more, pulling back as Vinyl moved to block the attack, then bombing the pickled onion straight into her open mouth. She laughed triumphantly, a wicked grin spreading across her face as Vinyl grimaced at the taste in her mouth.
To an outside observer, this may have presented itself as being slightly foalish. However, the barcolt had drawn differing conclusions to what a pony with a closer view and a cleaner mind may have created. He coughed lightly; a professional cough, perfectly calculated to be audible, but not intrusive. Truly, learning to cough in the right manner was half a barcolt's job, the other half - s
Equestria War Z: Case File 2Case File 2: Captain Rainbow Dash
The NightWatch control is a vibrant, bustling centre of activity. As I enter I can see ponies at terminals co-ordinating the fliers, maps adorn every available table, the whole place decked in gunmetal grey flagstones. There's an extremely utilitarian air to the whole room, as the machinery of this vital post-war emergency service moves around me.
The pony I have been aiming to meet is standing in the centre of the room, her rainbow mane cropped short in a military crewcut, her body wrapped in a form-fitting uniform. It's a vibrant, navy blue cut across with lightning bolts down each limb. The uniform is reminiscent of pre-war aerobatic team uniforms.
The Captain doesn't acknowledge me until I am very close, standing opposite her at the table. Before us is a glimmering magigram of the nearby town of New Ponyville, each building, field and pony fleshed out in full 3-D for the captain to plan her recon teams. Tonight is like any other night, the danger o
IWSYT: Trixie's Cutie MarkSong to run alongside:
"Come one, come all, come and witness the amazing magic of the Magnificent and...and..."
"Magical, what about magical?"
"Oh yeh...the Magnificent and Magical Trixie!"
A flash of smoke and light burst from atop the jumbled pile of milk crates, eliciting a joyful clapping of the hooves from the mare watching the show. It was a show for one pony, not an entire town. From the smoke rose a tiny filly, her sapphire coat appearing out of the haze like a mirage, while her silvery mane almost seemed to blend in with the environment.
The mare watching, a striking filly with a ruby-red coat, and a golden mane, cheered the little filly on. Tiny blushes of pink appeared on the tiny Trixie's cheeks. She rose up on two legs, waving her forelegs in her trademark showmare style, little firecrackers and sparklers whizzed around her.
"Watch in amazement as the Magnificent and Magical Trixie does the mos
Allegrezza - Part Eight+Octavia returned to the table, delicately balancing the two drinks upon her forehooves. One was her Shiraz, having moved on from the Sauvignon Blanc she was drinking earlier. The other, of course, being Vinyl's drink. She delicately placed the glass on the table, but still with enough force to produce a noticeable bang. She had to hoof it to herself, she was doing well despite the fuzzy veil of alcohol that was draped over her mind.
Vinyl shot up from her semi-conscious position, her eyes turning from bright joy to dulled confusion. She tapped the glass, sniffing the contents before turning her confused gaze to Octavia.
"What the hay is this?"
Octavia had expected this, she'd swapped Vinyl's alcopops for something at least passable. Partly because she wanted to sit with somepony who wasn't drinking foals' juice, and partly because she hadn't a clue what the drink was called.
"It's a glass of Stagner's Pear Cider, try it."
Vinyl gave the glass another cursive sniff, before looking back
Warmness on the Soul: OneWarmness on the Soul: Chapter One
"Oh I am definitely not going in there!"
"You...kinda have to, Trixie."
Trixie listened to the screams of fury from within the medical room. She'd dealt with Pinkie on one her less...bubbly days, and this was definitely one she'd prefer to sit out. Sadly, there was one, very good reason for her to enter. A reason she would miss any minute now, so long as Pinkie didn't knock her out beforehoof.
"Come on, you're half the reason this is happening anyway." Twilight grinned smugly as Trixie's cheeks burned up.
"I remember you having a magical hoof in it Twilight, so I suppose you have a part-."
"Oh wow, don't blame it on me...you were both consenting adults!"
"I wasn't blaming...I was patsying."
Twilight glared at Trixie, swinging the door open to the ward with a glow of her horn. "Just go help Pinkie out, she needs you there. And not just to be a punchbag."
"I hate how you boil everything down to logic..."
Twilight offered a light smile,
All Hallow's Eve
The sky grew darker as the days grew longer, leading up to the day I had most been looking forward to – Halloween. For years, I had gone out trick or treating, dressed up as any fun thing I could think of. Ghosts, Vampires, Zombies… I’d done them all. But as the years went on, I stopped being “cute”. Rather, I became “too old”, and eventually some people started to call the cops. Seventeen I guess is a little old in the eyes of society, but I was still a kid! Let me have my candy and visit all the houses around!
I looked at myself in the mirror. My costume this year was a joke – nothing more than a sheet over my head with eyes cut out. I wanted to wear a more elaborate costume, but maybe if they saw this amateur costume that covered all my features, I’d get less people afraid of my age.
“I’m heading out!” I called to my parents.
“Timmy, again?” asked my mom. “We told you last year that you are jus
LilahI was in Taste of China, waiting on Lilah to show up. I was pretty nervous, mildly terrified, this could go horrendously badly, or it could go moderately badly, either way, I wasn't sure I wanted to be there. Only I didn't really have a choice.
I remember the first time I met Lilah; it was at Freshman orientation. I didn't pay much attention to her right away, I don't think she wanted anybody to notice her. They had us all gathered in a small room on the second floor of the union.
I wanna say they were talking about the code of ethics on campus, or something, I don't know, I was more distracted by the girl doing the presentation. Now that chick, I did not mind looking at for a while! Skinny enough, with tits big and firm enough to give even an ass man like me pause, and all this plus a pretty face. Just a good looking, stereotypical, hot chick is how I remember her, make-up caked on, the whole package. Eye candy for sure, and so sweet! Listening to her going on with that
Camera of Change: Selfie ConflictThere once was a man who went by the name of Charles Bahmer, an average guy in an average world. Nothing spectacular ever happened to poor Charles. It wasn't like he had a poor social life; in fact he had a great one. The only issue he really had was his inability to take a selfie. That's right. Charles, for whatever reason, could not take a selfie without messing it up somehow. Even though phones had front facing cameras, which were clearly designed for taking selfies, he still screwed it up.
Nonetheless, Charles found himself out walking in the local park during a nice cool fall day. He always loved taking walks when it was nice out. Dressed up in sweats and a blue long sleeve shirt, he was able to stay comfortably warm. As he walked down the trail he noticed something shiny under a few leaves. He walked over to it and crouched down to see what was gleaming in the sunlight.
It was a digital camera, but nothing fancy enough that would be worth something in a pawn shop. Charles noticed
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