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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
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
Staccato [Commission]Vinyl carefully levitated the knife over the frog, slicing down its stomach while she held her fast food breakfast in her own with a hoof and sheer willpower. Professor Mitochondria seemed very uninterested in the fact that half her class was on the verge of demonstrating regurgitation in a practical manner, and the scattered groups had already resigned themselves to the fact that the frog dissection would likely have to continue.
Now, ponies are a herbivorous race. This means that they are very unlike more carnivorous and primitive species, such as the creatures that hunt in the Everfree Forest, or the mythical and savage Who Men that old mares still warn their grandfoals about on cold, dark nights. For this reason, they have very little tolerance for opening up other animals. It was simply something a species that ate daisies and geraniums had very little need to do. Vinyl was certain that thousands of other ponies had opened up frogs before in biology classes, it was unlikely that s
Ghosts and Glass"Deep breaths. Cool. Calm. In through the snout, out through the mouth."
Dancer shouldered his rifle, laying prone amongst the fallen leaves of the oak tree that shrouded his presence. He lined up his sights, seeing the first of his targets emerge. A group of the dumpy primates stumbled from out of the distant undergrowth across the field, he lined up his first shot on the forehead of their leader.
"Patience. Why kill one when you can kill four? You'll know the right moment when it comes."
A light winked on his Muzzle-Up Display. His comrades were in position, the welcome mat was laid out and waiting. He chinned a button in his helmet, flashing his acknowledgement in response.
The primates had fanned out, and Dancer could see them more clearly now. They were bipedal, but crawled on four legs more out of laziness than any real biological intent. He could see them raising their snouts to the air, snuffling through their masks. The very same masks were piped to pyramid-shape
The StrangerThe Stranger
He looked to either side as he crossed the old worn road outside the saloon, scanning the moonlit street for trouble. Eyes were upon him from all directions, the stranger having caused a silent stir amongst the crowd around him with his presence. His duster coat flipped slowly in the waterfront breeze as he approached the swinging doors of the bustling saloon. Each hooffall reported with a wet splash as his hooves sank into the muddy soil below. The stranger stopped halfway, tipping his wide-brimmed hat back as he looked to the building's fašade.
The Crooked Saddle.
As he stepped up onto the boarded walk that stretched around the tavern, the festive sounds within grew louder. The twanging notes of an upright piano, the salt-touched shouts of jubilation, the giggling of wild mares. He knew what to expect as he pressed through the double-panel saloon doors.
Inside was as he anticipated. The cracked-lips of salt use marked every regular l
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
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
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."
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