“Whoa!” squeaked Pinkie. “Hey, Fluttershy, form up! I think we can take her!” Continue reading
“Maybe if I can peek for just one moment?” said Hina fretfully. “Surely I can do these things! I must try again.” Continue reading
The ponies, both unicorn and alicorn, fretted before the last magic portal. They’d made it all the way to Camelu, where the last jump awaited. Unfortunately, so did Neighpon Customs.
“How long are they going to make us wait here?” demanded Twilight. She pouted. “It’s a diplomatic insult!” Continue reading
Twilight pouted, refusing to be soothed. Continue reading
Just across the hallway of the cozy little pony house, the atmosphere of chaotically strewn records, stained futon and pristinely polished turntables gave way to an empty room with splendidly polished floor and no clutter at all. Instead, the room held a single cello and its counterpart, the equally curvaceous Octavia. Her trim little collar lay on the floor beside the industriously coupling musical pair, for Octavia sought inspiration and she’d let her mane down and gotten naked, the better to grapple with her musical challenges. Continue reading
The shiny magic bit sat mockingly on the floor.
Fluttershy and Zecora sat on either side of it, each pouting more than the other. Continue reading
“Eee!” squeaked Fluttershy, flapping as best she could, but it was useless. Continue reading
“Aren’t you listening?” accused Fluttershy. “She hurts bunnies!”
She trailed off, seeing the look in Princess Celestia’s eyes. Continue reading
Gilda peered fretfully at the ominous device. “So… what the heck is that?”
Twilight smiled brightly, perhaps too brightly for such an early morning hour. “Measurements. I’ve adapted it from an earlier experiment. Trixie says she got a feel for what was happening, last night.”
The griffin’s expression was nervous. “Oh, she got a feel all right,” she said, and then as Twilight approached her, she squawked “Not so fast!”
Twilight, rebuffed, blinked. “Why would it matter if I do this fast or slow?”
“Well,” said Gilda grudgingly, “okay. You can’t say I don’t cooperate. Just… can you at least tell me where you’re going to insert it?” Continue reading
That same evening, the halls of Canterlot had echoed with high-pitched squealing.
It reverberated everywhere, ignored by stuffy and proper unicorn nobility who rolled their eyes as if they’d heard such sounds before.
And they had, too. Continue reading
Twilight Sparkle stamped a forehoof. “You come out from under that bed, Fluttershy!”
“Won’t!” sobbed the distraught vampegasus. Continue reading
“Oh, no, I quite understand, Twilight,” said Princess Celestia, ruffling her wings nervously.
Twilight Sparkle lifted an eyebrow. “Do you?” Continue reading
They came trotting sedately down the path to Rarity’s place, three unicorn mares and a huge hideous monster. Continue reading
Colts smirked, sitting behind their little desks. Fillies giggled, magic twinkling off their little horns. Continue reading
Spike rode Trixie home as well, both of them looking stern. Continue reading
“Oh, Fluttershy,” moaned Princess Celestia. Continue reading