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For PonykindThe sunlight bore down from above, casting fleeting shadows as the train glided along its track. Gracefully and effortlessly, it hung in the air, streaking forward in a manner no corporeal object should be capable of. Twilight had ensured she left home with her goggles on, the cloud cover today being especially thin, making the sun more overbearing than usual.
Skyscrapers the car passed by reflected the sun across the car's surface like a mirror ball, dazzling anypony disorganised enough to not have brought the proper protection. The leviathans of glass and steel dominated all that Twilight could see, Salt Lick City was certainly a progressive place to live, especially in terms of what was left of Equestria.
Speakers in the ceiling of the car burst into a fit of electromagical noise, with a hint of classical music blended in. A voice rose from the midst of the chaos, cool, sassy, practically exhaling confidence with each word.
"Gooood morning Salt Lick City, you're on air with the mare
Allegrezza - Part One+Octavia fidgeted backstage, ensuring her mane was in perfect form, her cello tuned, and that her bow wasn't frayed or missing any strings. Her equipment was perfect, and as she strode out onto the stage, cello in one hoof, bow in the other, she felt pleased that her performance would match her instrument's perfection as well.
Carefully, she set down the cello, resting it by the long spike that protruded from its bottom. She stood on her hind legs, a delicate and graceful synergy as she and her cello used each other for balance. Finally, she raised the bow to the strings, and began to play. The sweet melody of Beethoofen's Sixth filled the hall. It was a grand theatre that she often packed to the rafters, tonight being no exception. Octavia was extraordinarily professional, there were no tears of emotion as she played, not like other ponies she had met, a certain mint-green lyrist sprang to mind on that train of thought. No, she simply played the notes with her trademark poise and preci
A Very Merry VinylTavia ChristmasOctavia groaned, her more than comfortable slumber cut off by a trio of light prods to the stomach. She rolled away from her assailant, pinning her pillow tightly to her ears, and groaning further, just to drive home the point that she really did not want to be woken up at that moment.
Sadly, the perpetrator of the poking failed to notice this less than subtle body language indicator, and replied with a more fervent series of prods to more tender areas of Octavia's torso. She rolled back over to face her, now fully awake and even more irritated at how awake she was. Octavia found a pair of exuberant, ruby eyes glimmering from the twilit room. Apparently, Vinyl had no issue with an early rise, for once.
Octavia heaved one, last groan that deferred to a sigh as it dissipated into the air, seeing no relent in Vinyl's fillyish excitement.
"I suppose you want me to get up, then?"
Vinyl nodded in a manner Octavia felt would likely resulting in her head detaching from the neck if it co
A Canterlot HauntingThere is a phenomenon few know about, that graces the Canterlot Performance in the deep hours of night. The baritone performance of travelling stallions would cease, the crowd unleashing the required applause as the performers bow out with all the attempted grace such ponies can have. The murmur of small talk and criticism would simmer to nothingness, and as the cleaners swept through the aisles, cleared away the rubbish and ruin of the night, it would begin.
Many of the younger or newer staff members had ridiculed tales away with an sweeping hoof, having heard too many stories of pranks and hoaxes. The high, floating tone of the cello in the breeze would go unnoticed. Many of the staff had surrendered their efforts to find the very obvious hidden gramophone, while others still found the melody too ethereal for their ears. The midnight cleaning staff refreshed its ranks quite often.
It was as the cleaners shuffled out the door, elder stallions chided by the young ones for their naivety
For ScienceThe doors parted with a breathy, scraping sound, not unlike that of a sword being unsheathed. They were perfectly sterile, white portals into a perfectly sterile, white room. Nucleus stepped into the lab, urgency propelling her steps, trepidation weighing them down.
She observed her surroundings as she came to a halt in the centre. The laboratory's owner was not known for inefficiency or general lack of organisation, and as such, the entire room was precariously arranged in an example of harmonious order. A table stood in the centre, various implements adorned its surface in perfect size order. A bookshelf contained a fascinating array of hardbacks in a myriad of colours, all assigned their rightful place by way of the Dewey Decimal system.
Even the desk in the corner was perfectly organised. The keyboard was exactly parallel to the desk edge, the mouse sitting in the exact centre of its appropriated mouse pad. The monitor revealed a lucid desktop, uncluttered with icons, a sober image
Heartstrings and Gumdrops: Part OneLyra slammed the copy of Equestria Daily on the desk, nearly unsettling her agent's cup of coffee from its precarious position where it was standing in her warpath. She leafed through the pages, as her agent watched with an abject mixture of fear and nonchalance. Finally, Lyra found the entry, and spun the newspaper towards the agent, who regarded it from underneath a pair of racing shades.
"Look, Heartstrings. I know you're getting all beat up 'bout this review, but let's keep things in perspective, a'right?"
Lyra leaned forward, staring into the face of her employer. She had been finding it so extraordinarily difficult to resist the urge to force a hoof through his face in the week just past. Now his carefree attitude with her career was exactly the sort of treatment she wanted to avoid.
"Perspective?! That's the third one this week! You can't say they're a 'one-off,' or 'some cranky mare who got an uncomfy seat.' These ponies are what get ponies coming to my concerts, you can
Rainbow's Best Cheerer"Um, is it ready?" Fluttershy was pacing anxiously around Rarity's sewing room eagerly waiting her surprise for Rainbow Dash to be finished.
The white unicorn could only laugh, "Almost finished. You still have yet to tell me why you need such a gaudy thing."
Fluttershy looked down slightly embarrassed, "well, my cheering is too weak, so I thought if Rainbow Dash could see how much I support her it would make up for it."
"Well, given the thought you put into this, I'm certain she will appreciate it." Rarity continued to sew and then after a few minutes, "there, it is finally finished."
"Yay," Fluttershy hugged Rarity, "thank you very much. I can't wait to show Rainbow." She packed the items into her saddlebags and made her way out of the boutique. On her way out she passed Sweetie Belle, "how are your plans coming along, Sweetie Belle?"
The white unicorn filly looked up from her coloring, "oh, hi Fluttershy. I think the girls and I have run out of ideas for what to do in search for our
Thunder and Lightning Chp. 1Chapter 1
"Dash? Dash!" Twilight called out, standing on the path below Dash's cloud home. She stamped her hooves in frustration as the silence dragged on. She had been at this for several minutes, and the situation called for a bit more urgency than her friend was showing. Or not showing, as the case may be. So far she hadn't shown up at all.
"Dash, am I going to have to get Fluttershy to go up there?" Twilight asked of the clouds. She finally heard from above, a low groan making its way down to her.
"Alright already." Rainbow Dash complained, rolling onto her front and over to the edge of her cloud home, where she could look down on Twilight. She blinked slowly a couple times at Twilight. "Can't a pony get some shuteye?" she complained.
"It's nearly afternoon Dash!" Twilight retorted. Dash just looked around lazily at the bright day she had somehow slept straight through until now. She gave a yawn.
"And why were you asleep outside?" Twilight asked, her curiosity overcoming her sense
Surprise PartyJust one last tree and this row will be done. Applejack lifted her rear legs and gave the apple tree a buck causing apples to fall into the buckets. She smiled as she looked over the orchard of her home, Sweet Apple Acres. There was still much more work to do, and the sun was about to set. 'I best not get myself too far behind,' Applejack thought. She gathered the few stray apples that missed the buckets and loaded the buckets onto the cart.
Those buckets were heavy. It made her mad that her big brother, Big Macintosh, could carry three full buckets on his back, while she could only manage one at a time. 'Not today big brother.' She grunted in exertion and managed to get two buckets on her back. She strained to stand and walked slowly to the cart. She began to slow down due to the weight of the apples, so with gritted teeth she pushed herself harder. 'Come on Applejack, you ain't the most dependable of ponies for nothing.'
Applejack walked around the cart and lowered herself to set dow
Big Mac's Big Date"Well, I don't see you making that long walk down to Sugarcube Corner!"
Big Macintosh still had Caramel's words in his head even as he worked harder to ignore them. It was not that Caramel was wrong. Mac wanted to ask Pinkie Pie out for a while now, but he never quite figured out how. At least that excuse satisfied him until today. He knew how to ask Pinkie out on a date. The problem was that he could never think of an excuse to go and ask her out. He tried offering to take the Cakes their daily apple shipment, but Applejack would always insist on it so she could visit with Pinkie for a bit. Mac would never deny his little sister any chance to spend time with her friends, and seeing her leave the farm occasionally to have fun was always welcome.
Today was different. If Caramel could pony up and bring himself to ask Applejack out, then he should be able to do the same. 'I'll go one this fence is finished,' he promised himself. He was content to content to allow himself this excuse and f
Applecores and Rainbows Ch 1Applecores and Rainbows
Celestia's sun shined bright over Sweet Apple Acres. The morning rays glistened off of the still fresh dew spritzed about the trees as many ponies diligently worked the fields, bucking the ripe crop from their branches.
"I just don't get why you needed me out here so early in the day," Rainbow Dash complained, bucking at a tree for the third time to make it release its fruit. "You know I like my sleep, AJ. And besides, this is really an earth pony job!"
Applejack looked back to her friend in frustration. "Ah needed ya out here because yer the strongest of our friends after me, and we need all the help we can get!"
She walked over to the tree Dash had been striking. "And ya ain't doin' it right!" Spinning on her heels, AJ landed a sharp buck to the tree, immediately being rewarded with a raining hail of fruit falling into the baskets below. "It ain't in the legs, Sug'. Ya gotta put yer whole body in it."
A Different Tune Chapter 1The first day of school. A troubling time for many a colt or filly, finding out who had moved away, who was still around, who was to be in their class and who would part ways. There was the matter of supplies: paper, pencils, pens, folders, notebooks, rulers, protractors... the list seemed designed so that for the first few weeks there'd always be some poor soul who'd have to tell the teacher what they'd forgotten while the rest of class withdrew their required item from stuffed saddlebags. Students showed off new shoes, saddlebags and lunchbags, gossiped about which teacher gave the most homework and which one showed movies, and complained at the ever growing size of their textbooks.
One filly was doing none of these things, because she was busy sitting in the headmaster's office. Her mother, an ice-blue earth pony with lilac eyes, sat beside her, looking over papers she had just signed before handing them across to a bulky gray unicorn with a beard like a billy goat's. The filly had
Merry Christmas"Colgate! Colllllllga- *hic* -ate!" The call came in loud and clear from the other side of Colgate's front door. Colgate groaned and put down her book in a huff. For now she just sunk into her armchair a little deeper, trying to pretend like she didn't know exactly what was coming next. Sure, she could pretend not to be home for now, but it was only a matter of time until-
"Col-whoa!" A loud thump shook her front door. Colgate winced, despite pretty much expecting that. This was the point at which she usually got up to stop the pony on the other side from harming herself (or the house) too greatly. But she had been out nearly every night this week, and couldn't understand why she could get a little peace. So maybe if she waited just a little longer than usual...
"Colgate! I know yur- oooof." The call wasn't quite coming from the door anymore. Oh no, Colgate thought. She wasn't. She wasn't really-
"Hiya Colgate!" the suddenly much louder and clearer voice greeted Colgate from her window
Fell Into the Right Hooves Ch1Fell Into the Right Hooves
"Wind?" Dash licked the back of her forehoof before raising it high above her into the air.
"Good! Clouds?" she called to herself. Looking from atop the cloud where she was perched, she noted the empty sky around her.
"Clear! Cheering section?" The blue pegasus sat up, ears alert as if expecting a round of praise. After a few silent seconds, she looked over the edge of her cloud at the ground below. "I said 'cheering section?'"
Rainbow Dash could just barely make out the yellow and pink blur. Fluttershy, sitting peacefully on the grass far below the blue pegasus' cloud, shot up to attention. "Oh, um,... yay!" she replied, though barely above a whisper.
"Ugh..." Dash placed a hoof over her face. She knew the pegasus below her had the heart, but her voice usually hid it behind meek expressions. Nevertheless, her cheering section was ready. "Check."
The two pegasi were just outside of Ponyville, away from its busy st
A Quiet Confession"No Pinkie," Rainbow said, "I'm not doing it!"
"But Dashie," Pinkie protested, "If you don't tell her you'll never be happy."
"I know," Rainbow said looking down, "But Fluttershy's been my friend since we were fillies. She knows everything about me." There was more to it than that. Fluttershy was the only pony who Rainbow could drop the brave face and allow herself to be vulnerable. 'Fluttershy let's me just be me,' Rainbow thought, 'I love her, but I can't.' She shook her head and said flatly, "I ask too much from Fluttershy as it is. I can't ask this from her."
"But," Pinkie said, "What if she likes you too?" She remembered the day Rainbow told her she was in love with Fluttershy. Rainbow had returned from a picnic with Fluttershy and looked sad. When Pinkie asked her what was bothering her, Rainbow swore her to secrecy and told her that she was in love with Fluttershy. Pinkie was stunned and asked if she told her and she began to cry. Pinkie had never seen Rainbow cry and this just
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