Cuprolaminophobia: The fear of coins.

Diamond tiara was a rich, greedy foal. She thought that her daddy's allowance for her wasn't enough...so she decided to help herself to more. She always thought that the safe behind her dad's desk contained some of the millions he had. Filthy Rich always told Diamond Tiara to stay away from that safe. She just assumed that it was so she wouldn't help herself to his personal funds.

This is the story of why she now has Cuprolaminophobia...

(DISCLAIMER: This story is heavily inspired by SCP-588 on the SCP wiki. If you wish to see the page, the link is here. I take no credit for the creation of SCP-588, nor did I create the wiki page. Sit back, relax, and enjoy.)

PS: This story takes place before Diamond Tiara is reformed.

This story is a sequel to Twilight Wolf

All three of our adorable fillies were so glad that they had Twilight back from that wolf virus. After all those fear of hiding from the wolf, not being allowed to get out, parent's exaggeration and fear all prevented them from searching for their cutie marks.

All was left to do is for them to instead of wasting their time for Twilight's welcoming party, to get their cutie marks. So all three gathered around in their tree house, each had no idea of what future and faith was they have been taken to.

(Note: Shipshape's World is meant as a comical pony 'shipping' farce. One source of inspiration for this story was the card game Twilight Sparkle's Secret Shipfic Folder (TSSSF), by the lovely folks at Horrible People Games. As of this writing, I'm told neither Horrible People nor their horribly wonderful game are long for the world. I'll be sorry to see them go. Perhaps this story can hang around as a testament, but feel free to take this story about as seriously as you would take the game upon which it found inspiration.) --9/7/2015

"Shipshape, Shipshape, everypony needs a date..."

Shipshape isn't real. That's what everypony says.

Equestria is a land filled with history. Some stories are true. Some are legendary. Some are myths, and still others are mere pranks. Shipshape, the Matchmaker, is as much a tall tale as the Headless Horse - stare into a mirror, invoke his name five times, and you'll see an image of your very special somepony. Innocent playtime for giggling fillies or daring colts. To think any more of it is to invite a chuckle when you're young, and a condescending harumph when you're old enough to know better. There are some ponies however, who curse his name. The truth can set you free - but it can also crush your soul.

Some will win, and some will break even, but Sir Arthur Eddington's third rule applies - you can't quit the game.

Shipshape isn't real. But he knows you better than you know yourself.

After getting their cutiemarks, the Cutie Mark Crusaders realize that the symbols on their flanks means something. That they are bound together forever, and the markings will not let them separate for even a moment.

Only death will do them part they think. But even then, will it?