Rainbow Dash and Applejack
June 23rd
Dear Applejack,
Viva Las Pegasus, baby! Boo yeah!!!
...Okay, so I guess I should tell you how my first night was.
Well, to start off, my flight to the city took up a good chunk of a day. For the most part, it’s just a relaxing journey over grasslands and stuff. I was doing tricks and the rest of my usual stuff, I thought to myself ‘I could get used to this.’
...And then, I reached the desert.
So hot. So. Damn. Hot.
I kept thinking back to the morning. Fluttershy had insisted that I bring a water bottle, and I was like ‘No way, ‘Shy. No desert can conquer Rainbow Dash!’
As I was flying through the desert, I would have gladly eaten those words (preferably in cold, liquid form).
...You gotta promise me you’ll never tell Fluttershy I admitted that. I know she doesn’t seem like the gloating type, but I’m not taking chances. The two of us have been friends forever, and I know that she’s waiting for the day to say that she was right and I was wrong... plotting.
Anyway, it starts to get dark, and I’m almost positive I’m gonna die. The temperature had dropped a ton and now it was getting harder to move my wings. I dunno what Cloudsdale’s problem is, but they need to send some clouds into the desert for coverage STAT. It seriously baffles me that ponies would live out here. I guess that just makes me just as loony for taking this job.
So yeah, things aren’t looking too good. I’m exhausted, cold, and dehydrated. It looks like the end... until I see the light. Actually it was several lights, and then it hit me. I had reached fabulous Las Pegasus!
Wait, did I just say fabulous? I meant awesome. Yeah, awesome. (You also have to promise me you’ll never tell Rarity I said that)
So there I was, on the Pegasus strip. The lights, the casinos, and the shows were all at my grasp. I knew that by the end of this summer, I would leave with the world tied to my string... but I didn’t start last night. No, instead, as soon as I found a hotel, I checked in, drank my body weight in sink water, and then passed out on my bed.
So all in all, not exactly the most exciting first night, but hey, I’m here. Anything’s possible now.
My new job starts tomorrow, so I’m gonna spend the day hunting for an apartment. I’m sure there’s cloud complex or something in this town. I mean, it wouldn’t exactly be a pegasus town without cloud homes, right?
Anyway, just letting you know how things are. Have fun at the beach and stuff. Promise me you’ll learn how to surf, okay? Surfing is like the coolest and awesomest thing next to flying (and uh, rodeo’s pretty okay, I guess).
Rude, crude, and with attitude,
Rainbow Dash
June 24th
Dear Rainbow Dash,
What are you, crazy?!
Of all the featherbrained ponies, trying to fly through a desert with no water... At least you made it to Las Pegasus. You suppose that’s why they put that city in the middle of a desert, because they knew that some pegasi were gonna be fool enough to need someplace to land to keep from dying?
Also, I reckon that the reason the place is a desert has to do with there being no clouds. Putting clouds in the desert would kinda make it not a desert.
And I hope in getting that world on your string, you remember you got classes to teach. But then, I know you do, sugarcube. You’d never let a pony down.
Wish I could say the same for this good for nothing pony I’m training to manage this here farm. Yesterday I met him, my uncle’s nephew OJ, laying next to a swimming pool because it was “too nice to work.” You know me, Dash, you can imagine how that one went over.
So by today I’d cooled down some, and I dragged him out to do some pruning with me and the rest of the farmhooves... I wonder if Rarity’s ever thought of orange farming, because she’d do a better job of it than this colt.
I never seen a pony work so slow. Me and the other workers could get a row done in the time it took him to clear a tree. He was trying to shake it with his forehooves, so I tried to show him how to buck the tree so it all comes down. He just kinda looked at me, then soon as I was working again I saw him using his forehooves.
But, I just wrote to Pinkie, and I’m thinking maybe I’m going about this wrong. Maybe if I try being a little more cheerful, he’ll come around?
Or maybe I’m gonna need you to bail me out of the dungeon when they haul me away for bucking a pony in the face. I guess we’ll find out in these next few weeks.
And all that’s on top of the gators. I ain’t talking about Gummy here. I’m talking about big old gators, and they got teeth, too. And do they live in the forest or something? Course not! We got one living in a lake right here on the farm. I saw him this morning, just laying there and watching me. I gotta figure out how to make sure he knows that he ain’t getting a bite of this Apple.
You know, on my day off, getting the hay away from this place don’t sound that bad. Maybe I will head to the beach and learn to surf.
Put a bit on red for me. But if you start writing me for money, you ain’t getting a cent.
Your friend,
AJ
June 25th
Dear AJ,
That’s it! There’s the solution to both of your problems. Wrestle the gators! You just call one of them out, beat it in a fight, and then scare away the rest! It was the highlight of Daring Do and the Raiders of the Lost Macguffin. Once this lazy farmhoof of yours sees your awesome gator-slaying abilities, he’ll have no choice but to listen to you.
Twilight’s right. I am smart sometimes.
You still gotta learn how to surf too. In fact, I’m gonna give you a checklist of things to do while you’re out there. Then at least one of us will be having some fun (oh yeah, have I mentioned my job and this town totally suck? Because they do!).
1. Wrestle the gators to prove your dominance
2. Learn to surf
3. Go out into the ocean and scream ‘Shark!’ (it’ll be hysterical, trust me)
4. Find a beautiful mare drowning in the ocean. Swim out, save her, get lucky (I mean, you are at the beach. It’s basically the law that you have to find a summer lovin’)
Anyway, back to me, not everything is so terrible. My first day of actual teaching was a little better than I expected. I showed the kids some of my tricks and they got really hyped (as they should be), it just sucks I can’t really get to teach them anything with this being just a four days-a-week day camp. *sigh*
Still, it’s not all terrible. I got to know my boss a little better. His name’s Booster. He’s an earth pony who’s gotta be the most muscular pony I’ve ever laid eyes on (except for that Snowflake guy, but that dude’s on something. Booster's muscles look pretty natural). Think your brother, only leaner and faster. The dude's a boxer, how awesome is that?
So yeah, Booster and I ate lunch together in the cafeteria. I was glad to find out that he's just as mad at the state of things as I am. He told it to me like it was.
Today's parents aren't like ours, AJ. Things have changed. All these parents now are reading all these books, but unlike eggheads like Twilight, they can't seem to filter out the garbage that's in them. Now, everything's gotta be about keeping the kids as safe and protected as possible. They're stealing childhoods is what they're doing.
What's worse is that these parents are also too lazy to do this damage by their own hooves. So they take perfectly awesome experiences like Flight Camp and turn them into these little babysitting centers so that they don’t actually have to do any work in ruining their kids.
I’ll put money down that this farmhoof of yours was one of the first of these kids (my first gamble in Las Pegasus).
So yeah, let me know when you kill that gator (and stick to that checklist! In fact, I’m gonna send a copy to Twilight so that she can keep tabs on you. She’s good at that stuff).
Your home-girl,
Rainbow Dash.
P.S.- Whatever happens in the future, promise me you’ll never sell Sweet Apple Acres to make way for a Box-Mart. Those places are evil.
June 26
Dear Rainbow Dash,
First, if I ever sell Sweet Apple Acres, that’s the day you hogtie me and leave me for the timber wolves, if Mac ain’t already done me the mercy.
Next, I’m seeing a few problems with your checklist there. Namely, you lost your everloving mind.
Surfing I can do. I ain’t as keen on wrestling gators, though. I’m kinda used to having all four of my hooves. But know what? You’re welcome to come down here anytime and give it a go! You got two extra limbs anyway, so I’ll give you a head start.
Causing a stampede at the beach ain’t my idea of a good time, neither. I don’t need to spend my day off wrangling panicky ponies.
As to the last one... I don’t get lucky, sugarcube, I make other ponies lucky. And if I decide to make a pony lucky, it’ll be for a darn better reason than she forgot to learn to swim.
Now, for the less crazy part of your letter, I’m glad to hear the foals like you, even if the job’s a pain. I’m sure you’ll find a way to whip them into shape and still play by the rules. Know what, never mind that part. Just don’t get in too much trouble. Of course, I reckon a lotta great country songs have been written sitting in a Las Pegasus jail...
Least you know a pony to bail you out. Booster, huh? I didn’t know you were into [span]sta[/span] ponies like that. Sounds like a nice fella, if you’re into that sorta thing, maybe you’ll be the one getting lucky.
Anyhow, I guess I don’t really feel like writing more about my day, but tomorrow I’m gonna try surfing. That oughta be fun, I mean, I figure if I can ride a bull I oughta be able to stand on a plank, right? I bet I get a wave my first try! Of course, any times I fall off don’t count (I learned that one from this pegasus I know.)
To be honest, just having a day to have fun will be nice. I’ve only been to the ocean a time or two in my life, so it’s kinda more exciting than just relaxing around the farm or laying by a lake. I reckon I’ll leave my hat at home, wouldn’t wanna lose it when I’m surfing. I bet I have a load of freckles by the time you see me!
Writing you made me feel better, Dash. Things might not be going so great, but getting to mess around some, even if it’s just writing, really took a load off. I’ll write you again real soon, and let you know how the surfing went.
Maybe I’ll write this Booster fella too, and let him know about that sad case of crazy you find yourself with from time to time...
Your friend,
Applejack
June 26th
Dear AJ,
Oh, I see how it is. You meet a sporty tomcolt, and then you’re totally shocked to find that she’s into stallions.
...I don’t blame you, and to be fair, your assumption was kind of true. I like mares and stallions.
You see, to me, it doesn’t matter what somepony’s packing down there (once you’re with a griffon, there’s no more lines), it’s what’s on the inside that counts; like how awesome they are, and/or sexual prowess. You know, the important things.
But yeah, right now, I just want a friend. I’m not gonna lie, I really miss you guys. I wasn’t that happy until I got letters from you and Twilight yesterday. It was Twilight’s letter especially that got me back at one hundred and twenty percent.
While we’re on the subject of letters, here’s what I have to say about what you just wrote to me.
You think I’m crazy? You’re crazy!
Here I am, offering a practical solution to both your gator and your lazy farmhoof problem, and all I get is the accusation that I’ve lost my mind!
Let me tell you something, AJ. There’s ponies who are doers, and there’s ponies who sit around and complaining about not knowing what to do...ers.
Last time I checked, you’re a doer.
Seriously, AJ. I’m not joking around when I say this. You’re the bravest pony I know. I get that fighting a gator seems like a scary task or whatever, but you gotta think about what we’ve done before. Think about all of those freaky changelings you and I singlehoofedly beat up! Think about that pack of timberwolves you scared away. Think about Discord. Think about Nightmare Moon. Think about Sombra. I can go all day if I have to.
My point is, when you think about all that, you see that a measly pack of alligators is nothing compared to what we’ve been through. We got through all of that because you were there to be one of the strong ones when the others couldn’t. That’s all you, AJ. The fact that you’re you is why everypony depends on you, and that’s why we believe in you to do good out of everypony else.
...So with that said, quit being such a pansy, and beat up that damn gator! You’ll be killing two birds with one stone. Trust me.
Anyway, I had a better day of teaching. I got to gauge the wingspeed for these kids with one of those fancy meters that Twilight used. Their average speed is better than what I expected for such overprotected foals. It’s not much, but hey, they’re just starting out. I think I have something to work with.
Also, I’m glad to see that you’re at least taking my advice on something with the surfing. I really wish I was there with you. If you ask me, an Iron Surfer competition would go down in legend.
Stay cool, AJ.
Your friend,
Rainbow Dash.
June 27th
Dear Rainbow Dash,
You’re right about the gator, as far as you thought. I could take a gator, probably. So could you. We’re tough as horseshoes, both of us.
The difference is that those things you said, Discord and changelings and the like, we had to fight them. They were trying to hurt us, they were trying to hurt our friends... I can promise you, if that gator went after a pony I’d stomp his tail to Tartarus.
And if I lost a hoof protecting a pony, you better believe I’d be proud of it. Something like that is just a badge that shows the world you’re a pony who’ll do whatever it takes for what’s right. But risking getting hurt to show how brave you are ain’t the same thing at all. What’s important is why you’re brave, not that you are.
That’s what makes this thing so hard. The gator’s just sitting there. It’s like when we were having dinner with Discord-- you feel like a pony oughta do something, but if you start something and get your tail handed to you, you’re gonna feel right stupid because you started it.
So, if you think I gotta wrestle a gator to prove to somepony that I’m tough or brave... you’re crazy, sugarcube. Once you're brave as we are, you save it for what counts.
That’s a no on the gator wrestling, by the way.
Now, it’s only fair to give you credit, surfing was a great idea. Mostly. We’ll get to that.
So, I walked down the town, then through town to the beach. This town is fancy, Dash. Think Canterlot on vacation. Think lots of unicorns in hats and sunglasses, and lots of shops that sell hat and sunglasses. And them sunglasses ain’t cheap, neither. I looked at one of those shops, and they wanted 100 bits for a pair! They said they were Neighbands or something. I told them I ain’t spending 100 bits on nothing that can’t plow a field, and the fella just looked kind of snooty at me. So, I don’t got sunglasses.
But I did make my way to the beach, and things were better there. There were a whole lot of friendly ponies having fun, so I found a group learning to surf.
This pegasus was teaching us, named Windrush. She said she took up surfing when she hurt her wing a while back, and she said surfing is easier when you don’t use wings. Apparently, with all the ocean winds, wings’ll start pulling you off balance and a pegasus will end up flying and losing their board, which ain’t as much fun. I know the pegasi in my group sure had a hard time keeping their wings tucked in when they started losing their balance.
I’ll admit, I spent my share of the time in the water instead of on the surfboard. Once you stand up it ain’t that hard, but getting to your hooves is kinda a trick. But by the end of the day, I was catching some waves, and it’s awful fun. We oughta get to a beach together sometime, so I can show you how. (I'll tie up your wings so you learn right.)
After a while I made my way outta the water, and took out my ribbons to let my mane and tail dry out. Suddenly, there were three stallions right there asking to carry my surfboard, and if I wanted a soda or lunch or something. I didn’t know quite what to say, it was awful sweet, they really made me think of Winona when she wants to play. But they were barking up the wrong tree, of course. You can say what you like about personality, but for me that awesome personality better be attached to nice little mare. So of course I thanked them, but carried my board myself.
I did a little more surfing that afternoon, and wrapped up around dinner time. I figured I’d find a place in town to get a bite. I wandered around for a while, there were lots of cafes and restaurants, but no place that seemed... friendly. I realized I was looking for someplace that looked like Ponyville, and I started getting real homesick. It reminded me of being in Manehattan when I was a filly.
Things were a little better when I got back to the farm. At least there I know what I’m doing, and I don’t feel so out of place with the farmhooves (most of them.) Maybe I oughta find out where they go on their days off, it’s probably more my kind of place... well, as much as anyplace outside of Ponyville could be.
It’s late. I gotta get to bed. Write back soon.
Your friend,
AJ
PS: You better write back to Pinkie before the pony has a heart attack. You know how she is about letters.
June 2nd
Dear AJ,
You’re a pansy. ‘Nuff said.
Anyway, if that place is Canterlot on vacation, then Las Pegasus is Canterlot on a drinking binge with a couple of infections. Aside from the glitzy hotels and the suburbs, the city is a really grimy and disgusting place. By some miracle, the cleanest ponies are the call-girls.
Oh man, I just got the best idea! So, I got a letter from Twilight, and she got so flustered on the topic of hot mares (who, you might ask? Nopony in particular). Even though it was just in letter form, I could totally tell that she was getting nervous and flustered.
Needless to say, it was pretty darn adorable.
But yeah, at some point, Twilight’s gonna come swing by Las Pegasus, so my plan is to take her to all the saucy showgirls shows and then afterward, pretend to get her a call-girl. She’ll probably crack by the end of the night, but it’ll be worth it. Hah!
You gotta make yourself laugh sometimes, you know?
Anyway, as for those sunglasses, thanks for reminding me that I need a new pair of Neighbands. I realize you think they’re unnecessary or whatever, but whenever you’re interested in being awesome, yearly pairs of Neighbands are essential.
Cool story on the surfing, by the way. If I wasn’t busy with stuff out here, I’d totally swing by and show you my skills. I mean, I’ve never surfed before, but come on, it’s me. I conquered you in that race, I can conquer surfing (also, I realize you just rolled your eyes just there and are planning to lecture me in your reply, so just spare me, kay?).
Also, I can’t believe you gave those colts a free show. You, soaking wet with your hair down, and I’m deprived of that. What a jip!
Ehh, at the very least, you’re only there to tease them and not please them. Amirite?
But seriously, I’m glad that you’re at least doing something on that checklist. You really needed a break from all that gator and lazy farmhoof stuff. How’re those going by the way? Please don’t tell me you were able to solve them through friendship or singing or whatever. That’s so uncool, that it becomes cool only then to fall out of style and become uncool again.
Work’s going good. I’m starting to learn the kids’ names, and they really seem to be catching on to what I can teach them. At the very least, they’ll be able to stay in the air by the time this camp’s over. So that’s all well and good, I guess.
I also asked my boss Booster for some boxing lessons, and he said yes! They start on Friday, so I’m pretty pumped for that. First thing Imma do when we get back to Ponyville is challenge somepony to a bout in the ring (think you or your brother would be up for that, or are you too chicken?).
So overall, things are getting better around here. Hopefully, they are for you too.
Keep it cool,
Rainbow Dash.
July 3rd
Dear Rainbow Dash,
Call girls are the cleanest ponies in town, huh? I didn’t know you were that hard up, or I woulda sent a picture of me coming up from surfing to help you out. That’s the difference between you and me, sugarcube. You need hundred bit sunglasses to look awesome, I just gotta pull out some ribbons.
Of course, I’m talking about other ponies there. I always thought you looked plenty good, and I never knew how much your sunglasses cost. Must be nice to have that kind cash laying around, a lotta ponies got families to support, or are stuck slaving away like them ponies in that city you’re in. I always figured you could show a pony how to be awesome without a hundred bits to spend on silly stuff... maybe you oughta think on it? It might be nice to set an example, while you’re there. I got faith that there’s more to you being awesome than some overpriced plastic. But what do I know about being awesome?
On the subject of me not being awesome, it turns out that on top of saving Equestria from beings of evil and chaos, turning unicorns into Princesses, and generally saving your tail every few weeks, that “totally uncool” power of friendship did take care of my little gator problem (with help from a song Pinkie sent.) Of course, this means I’m stuck with a friend who happens to be a great big gator with a mouth full of sharp teeth... I can see how you’d think I was kinda a wimp if I came strolling up with old Toothy next to me, but try not to be too embarrassed.
I’m real glad you’re gonna try boxing. As much as I’d love to give it a go in the ring with you, you and Mac is a fight I’d pay to see. He did a bit of boxing back in school, and I gotta say that “float like a butterfly, sting like a bee” stuff don’t work so good against a freight train. Once we see how that turns out, you can try it with a pony in your own weight class.
Dash, all kidding aside, I’m kinda worried about you. I think something’s bothering you. You’re awful antsy these days, picking at me and Twilight, trying to toss me into all manner of things, not to mention that you seem to be thinking an awful lot about what me and Twilight need beneath our tails... you’re trying not to talk about something. What is it, Dash? I’m your best friend, even if we pick at each other. Pinkie helped me take care of one of my problems ‘cause I told her all about it. Maybe I can help you.
Well, either way a visit from Twilight oughta do you good, even if you’re getting up to foolishness. Personally, I’d rather spend time enjoying having a friend around, since we ain’t seen each other in so long, but if you wanna play a prank I guess that’s up to you.
I’m glad you’re doing good on teaching those kids. I bet they’re gonna look up to you like Scootaloo does, by the time you’re done. You know Apple Bloom wrote me that Scootaloo’s been trying to save up bits to come and visit you? She’s making deliveries for the Cakes on her scooter, and made 7 bits so far this summer. I doubt she’s gonna make it to Las Pegasus at that rate, but I think it’s sweet that she’s trying, and there’s worse things for a girl to do than save some money.
Anyhow, I’m writing this on the beach between surfing, and the waves been calling my name long enough. I’ll drop this in the mailbox on my way home. You take care, sugarcube.
Your friend,
AJ
July 4th
Dear AJ,
Hold up now. I can take care of myself fine and dandy. I don’t need a call-girl to get it out of my system. Besides, I can’t even afford a quality one in this town, since I’m spending everything on food that actually comes from the earth.
Also, have you even tried Neighbands? Once you go for the black shade, there’s no going back... maid-en.
I was not destined to be a poet.
Onto the main point, yeesh, what’s up with you? All I did was try to liven up your summer with some awesome stuff for you to do and crack a few jokes about the needs every mare has, and suddenly, you think there’s something wrong with me.
Look, AJ, I know that all of this is just out of concern and stuff, but let me tell you, I’m fine. I just get bored from time to time around here and I just really miss joking around with you guys.
I miss sleeping in your trees. I miss going on pranking sprees with Pinkie. I miss talking about the latest Daring Do with Twilight. I miss performing my latest stunts for Fluttershy.
Jeez, I even miss doing all that ridiculous modeling for Rarity’s dresses... what have I become!?
I miss all of that. Things are getting easier for me, but at the end of the day, all I think about is you guys and what you’re doing. I wanna know how everyone’s doing. Which reminds me, has Rarity sent you any letters? I wrote to her over a week ago and haven’t gotten anything in response. Either she’s completely stuck-up or she’s just busy (as a show of good faith, I’m just gonna roll with the second one).
But yeah, once this job’s over, I’m high-tailing it back to Ponyville to see everyone again.
I’m really, really bad at namby-pamby emotions, but if I can do it for Twilight, I guess I can suck it up and do it for you.
I love you guys. The friendship we all share is everything to me. I’m not trading it for anything. No fame, no Wonderbolts, nothing.
So in short: I’m just messing with you guys, chillax, I’ll tell you if I’m really having a problem.
Anyway, about the kids loving me, you’re not kidding. There’s this one colt named Bee Sting (awesome name, so I know his parents are somewhat decent ponies, unlike the rest), who was following me around today asking me if I needed anything from him.
I, of course, didn’t mind the attention. It was really kind of cute, actually. I’m thinking he has a crush on me. Don’t worry, he’s a foal, so it’s not going to turn into anything bad.
It’s also nothing like what Spike’s got for Rarity (he’s not drooling over me, thank Celestia), he’s just really happy to see me and stuff like that, a lot like Scootaloo. It’s kind of like what I used to have for ponies I really looked up to when I was a filly. You don’t even realize that you have a crush, but you still wanna be around that pony 24/7 and can’t explain why. You’ve had one of those, right?
Anyway, about Scootaloo, just let her keep at it. I can’t outright tell her ‘no, you can’t come to Las Pegasus’, and it’s not like she’s gonna make it anyway.
The actual city is not a place for kids, AJ. Like I said, the prostitutes are the cleanest thing about it. So grimy.
Anyway, write back when you’re not such a namby-pamby worrier.
Peace,
Rainbow.
P.S.- Mystery solved, Twilight's got the hots for sporty mares. Was there ever a doubt?
July 6th.
Dear Rainbow Dash,
Why are you spending so much on food? You can let me know when you write back, and for now here’s a box of oranges to hold you over. Let me know if you need more, and I’ll write for Mac to send you some apples and vegetables from the farm right away. You know no friend of mine is gonna go hungry. If there’s one thing I can do for a pony, it’s feed them. Don’t worry about the shipping, you can give me a hoof around the farm sometime when we get home.
And, if you say you’re okay, I guess I’ll just let it go. I still don’t understand why my and Twilight’s private lives are suddenly fascinating to you, but I reckon it ain’t hurting nopony.
I guess I understand about missing ponies. It makes me sad, y’all not being around, and real nervous too. I like to be there for ponies... not up in their business, usually, but knowing that if they need me, I’m there. You could look at it like a cowpony riding herd, but my herd is Ponyville, and my family and friends. Now I just get a letter and wonder if y’all really need me, but I can’t see it in the words. So I reckon you gotta put up with me worrying for a few months more.
Now, let’s have a bit of turnabout here. I heard from Braeburn, and I mentioned you were out west there. He says there’s a place the buffalo talk about, not far from Las Pegasus. It’s a canyon, like Ghastly Gorge, but a hundred times the size, and there’re all these passages cut in the ground. The buffalo say it’s a sight to see, and a real neat hike. I bet it’s even more awesome from the air. I thought you might wanna check it out one day.
But take some water this time, just to save a friend some worry?
I did some more surfing the other day, and it was a great time. Watching all that water crashing around you while you’re speeding through it... that’ll get your heart thumping, and no mistake. I do have those extra freckles, though, they’re sprinkled across my muzzle where my hat usually keeps the sun off. My mane’s a mess, too, Rarity would pitch a fit if she could see it, but I think you’d call it awesome... the sun’s got it streaked with lighter blond and the salt and wind is making the ends kinda spikey. I got a feeling next time I see her, I’m getting dragged to the spa whether I want it or not, so let’s hope I see you first. Even better, I’ll get Windrush to snap a few pictures of me on my board. I’ll send ‘em next time.
And of course I had a crush like that. One of the weather ponies in town, back when I was a filly. She’s the one who taught me to lasso, you know, she used to move the clouds with a rope. I wanted to be just like her, and anytime she was working over the farm I’d trot along under her like a shadow. I was heartbroken when she left town... but I’ll always have the things she taught me. You teach those foals good, Dash.
Anyhow, I can’t wait to hear about that canyon, and don’t forget to tell me about this food problem you're having. I wanna do what I can for you.
Your friend,
AJ
PS: I heard from Rarity right after I got here, but not much since. I'm thinking I'll write her again soon.
July 9th
Dear AJ,
Hey, thanks for the oranges! They’re too awesome!
Okay, so I should probably explain why I’m spending a lot on food. See, fresh food is hard to come by out in these parts, so instead, most ponies eat this disgusting, magically-processed garbage that’s just awful for you. There’s a store in the suburbs that sells real food, but the prices are ridiculous.
Thanks to these oranges, I don’t have to try my luck at the casinos... who am I kidding? I’m still probably gonna do that anyway. With my own money next time.
Oh yeah, I should probably explain that too. So on Friday, I had my first boxing lesson with Booster. He taught me just a few basic stances to start, but then we actually let me practice in the ring. He didn’t go easy on me because I was a mare, either... instead, he went easy on me because it was my first lesson. The dude’s really freaking strong and built like there’s no tomorrow, so even on easy mode, he was whooping me. It also doesn’t help that I’m a pegasus, because my bones are so hollow. Either way, though, I was having a blast. It was nice to hang out with a real athlete again.
So anyway, we wrap up, and I figure ‘Hey, let’s keep this party going’, so I say we go out for a drink. We’re hitting up the strip and just drinking and eating all the cheap booze and food we can find. We stop at the casinos and Booster just blows everything in his wallet putting it on black (as I seem to remember, you told me to put it all on black). You know, I was kinda worried for a while that Booster was too much of a colt scout to be cool (what with all his dedication to the kids and whatnot), but thankfully, the dude knows how to party. We were walking by a fancy restaurant in the suburbs, and he actually gave the giant window a pressed ham! I was laughing so hard, I couldn’t breathe! We close out the night by just breaking bottles and playing chicken with shopping carts in this parking lot and I felt like I’m back at Junior Speedsters. Got me nostalgic, you know?
...You’re just rolling your eyes at all of this, aren’t you? Don’t lie, because even by letter, you suck at it.
So yeah, even though I had a repeat weekend of me sleeping off a bad hangover, I still had the time of my life. Needless to say, Booster and I are doing that again.
Hey, I’ll probably take us out to that canyon you wrote about. I did hear some stuff about it, but I hadn’t actually seen it (it was on the otherside of where I flew in from initially). Booster and I could do rock climbing or something, which I realize I haven’t done yet. Forget fixing the roof on town hall, what Ponyville needs is a rock climbing wall... and laser tag... and go-karts.
Anyway, before I forget, can you keep this whole story about me and Booster between us? It’s not like we’re dating or anything (he’s just a friend), but I don’t want anypony else to know because they’d react in ways I don’t want. Pinkie would probably throw a ‘New Sweethearts’ party (gag me), Rarity would probably mail me those lame mare’s magazines with the disgusting sex tips (double gag me), and Fluttershy would... okay, Fluttershy would probably just smile and say she’s very happy for me, so I’m not worried about that.
I am worried about Twilight, though. I think it’s pretty obvious that you two have been yakking to each other about my flirty jokes and whatnot. While you’ve been acting all unamused as you usually are (I sense another eyeroll), Twilight’s actually getting flustered and randy (all through my writing. I deserve a medal). I told her I’d stop, because I got the feeling she was legit getting uncomfortable.
But yeah, even though Booster and I are just friends, I don’t want Twilight to get the wrong idea. I know I’m gonna have to acknowledge it in the future, but not right now. It’d be like, ‘Hey, Twi, since you don’t like my flirting, I’m gonna run off with this hunky stallion and leave you in the dirt!’
I know it sounds stupid, but I gotta play my cards safe (which I know sounds insane coming from me). I don’t wanna have to deal with a bunch of stupid school-filly drama just because I made the wrong move at the wrong time.
Anyway, I know this is a lot of stuff to keep to yourself, but I trust you to do that. I can count on you for a lot of stuff, like this food for instance! I can’t tell you how glad I was when I saw these oranges, they’re so good!
But yeah, if you can get me actual stuff that grows in the ground, that’d be the best thing you ever did!
Well, I better get some sleep, I’ve got work in the morning. I gotta make sure to write to Twilight on my lunch break.
Stay cool,
Rainbow Dash
P.S.- Weather pony, huh? Well, you know what they say about old habits, right? *wink*wink*
P.P.S.- Another eyeroll, I know it.
July 11th
Dear Twilight,
I ain’t a bit drunk. Not a little. I had about... a lot of drinks tonight, but I still feel fiiine. I set aside some time to write you and Dash tonight, and even if I went out with the farmhooves and had a real good time, I still got time to get some letters to my friends.
So, I read your song again just now, and I started crying. Twilight, I miss you so much. I think I miss you more than the other girls. I just wanna take care of you, sugarcube, and I want you to make things make sense for me, and I wanna hug you. Boy, do I wanna hug you a lot. And I wanna nuzzle you, too. Your mane feels nice when I nuzzle you, all smooth and it smells all clean like nice soap. And your whole body’s all soft and curvy, specially those hips...
I like you, Twilight. See, I wrote it and I ain’t even drunk. And now you can read it and know that I ain’t drunk and I really like you, not like some other ponies who don’t like you as much as they let on ‘cause they just can’t see you’re a smart, amazing pony who deserves everything a pony can give and they can’t even think of really giving that to a pony. So that’s what’s wrong with that.
But that ain’t what I’m talking about. I’m talking about you, Twilight. You’re so smart and foolish, and I reckon I love that cause I’m kinda smart and foolish too. Like here I am probably drunk off my tail, writing a letter to a princess and telling her all I think of her, like that’s something she don’t know. But I read your letter and I can’t help it. I’m smart enough to know the best pony in the world when I see her, but dumb enough to send this.
Please write back, Twilight. You can tell me you don’t feel the same. Of course, I’d kinda rather you did feel the same. But I reckon I’m smart enough to know this is a long shot, and if that’s how I’m thinking in this state, there’s no way I could say all this sober.
Your fr
Love,
AJ
July 11th
Dear Dash,
I didn’t mean that
Don’t pay no mind
I’m sorry, Dash. That letter was
I was real, real drunk when I sent that letter. That ain’t what I meant to say.
Your friend,
AJ
July 11th,
Dear Applejack,
I've just read some letters. All I gotta say is that everything's a lot clearer now.
You are a cowardly bitch.
First of all, if you really liked Twilight, you should have just told me you were uncomfortable with my flirting. I'm your best friend, and yet you seem to think I can't process simple fucking requests.
Which brings me to my next point. It's clear now that you just don't respect me. You act so high and because you have a family and a farm and because you're so humble and reasonable. Meanwhile, I'm just this dumb, lazy idiot who's got crazy ideas and all this other shit you've been trying to say for years.
But you know what? I know I’m not smart, but at least I don’t have your unbelievable cowardice. Guess what? Twilight sent me the letter you wrote to her (the one addressed to me). You’re a scumbag, you realize that?
I get the feeling that you totally meant to send Twi that letter, to try and make her think I’m as horrible and manipulative as you and try and ‘win her’ or some shit. You have a habit of that, I hope you know that. You’re so cowardly and evasive, that you knock everypony else down so that you think they’re as low as you.
Guess what, bitch? We’re not in a competition. I wasn’t after Twilight, and I wasn’t after you either, and yet you’re so threatened by me that you had to go for such a low blow.
You don’t deserve Twilight. Twilight sees a lot more in me than somepony like you does. Why? Because she’s that great of a pony. She respects me and accepts me for what I am, whereas you always find something to nitpick, something to roll your eyes at, something to use as an excuse to make me feel small.
Twilight doesn’t need that. None of our friends need that. We don’t need you.
Fuck off,
Rainbow Dash
P.S.- I’m not gonna send Twi that letter you wrote her, because I wanna see how long your amazing streak of cowardice can last. This shit has won over Dodge Junction as your greatest failure.
July 11th
Dear Rainbow Dash,
If you never read this, I understand. If you never write back, I understand that too. But there’s a few last things I gotta say.
I’m sorry, Dash. I acted a right fool. I was good and drunk, and I read the last letters I had from you and Twilight, and I thought I saw it all right there in front of me, everything that’s been bothering me: I liked Twilight and she liked you and you weren’t treating her right. Everything made sense, the whole story added up.
The truth is, I was wrong. It didn’t add up, and I knew that in the morning the same way I knew it the morning before. That’s why I never told you before, because it wasn’t right.
For one thing, I don’t know how I feel about Twilight. I like her, she makes me feel... sure. I like things that made me feel sure, I always have. I left Manehattan as a filly, ‘cause I never did feel sure there. My farm, my family, and my friends... those are the things I know. But whatever I ain’t sure of, Twilight is.
But, how do I know that’s love? Twilight.. she’s a princess. I reckon I’d feel sure hanging around Princess Celestia too, but I don’t think I’m in love with her. Then there’s the matter of this coming up when I’m all the way across Equestria. I mean, we both know Twilight ain’t perfect, but it’s a lot easier to deal with panicky Twilight when you’re writing a letter than when she’s darting all over the library like a greased pig.
I ain’t saying I don’t like Twilight, or that I do. I’m just trying to explain why I never said nothing. I don’t know. But all that liquor made me forget I don’t know, it made me forget all those reasons I’ve been trying to work out, so I sent Twilight that letter. Or, I tried to.
Then, on top of all that, my best friend was flirting with her. I know you said it was a joke, but everything you been saying to me’s had a nudge and a wink, and I been trying to figure where you stood. If Twilight’s been making me feel sure, talking to you’s been the opposite. I never know what’s the joke and what ain’t, I can’t figure if you’re laughing with me or at me. And I can’t figure when you’re getting into trouble or just having fun.
Then, last night, I was sure all of a sudden. Sure you’d been laughing at Twilight, and thinking I thought it was funny too. So, I just wrote you that letter. I was wrong, Dash. I know that now. I still don’t know how to feel about what you were talking about, but I know I got it wrong.
But I swear, on the Elements of Harmony, that I did not mix up them letters on purpose. It’s the second most embarrassing thing that’s happened in my life. The first is that I wrote them.
So, that’s that. I’m sorry. I was wrong, and foolish. While I don’t know that all the things you called me are true, you sure got a right to be angry enough to say ‘em. And you got a right to never write back to me.
Your friend,
Applejack
July 11th
(hey, sorry if this isn’t the best written or doesn’t make much sense, i’m kinda tipsy)
Damnit AJ,
You should’ve just said that you hated me back and never talk to me again, but no, you take the high road. Now I feel like shit ‘cause I said what I shouldn’tve.
I’m sorry, AJ. I’m really, really sorry.
I was just so angry, that I just fucked up and almost threw everything away, and it’s all because I fucking suck at flirting and shit.
It’s fitting that this is all my fault. You know, I was railing on you for acting high and mighty all the time, but you know what, you have the right, because unlike me, you’ve got your shit together.
I dunno how I feel about Twi, either. I dunno how I feel about anything, really.
I spent the whole day thinking, and I realize I don’t even remember why I took this job. I dunno what I’m doing.
I’m going nowhere in life, AJ. I got no family and no plans for the future... the Wonderbolts are never gonna take me, and not Twilight, not you, not anypony’s gonna want me. Why? Because I fuck everything up.
I can’t tell how a pony feels without having them shaking me and telling me straight up.
I can’t be a hero without the fame going to my head.
I can’t tell a joke and be flirty without starting a bunch of drama.
I can’t even do something that would make my dad proud.
...Did you know I used to sing a little bit? My dad and his friends would play music and I’d hum along and stuff to it. We recorded some stuff...
I didn’t ever say to him that I liked it, but he kept telling me I was good. I ignored him, I didn’t appreciate him or love him enough.
I wasn’t there when he died. I was with Gilda... somewhere. You can go ahead and add that to my list of fuckups.
Damnit, I’m pathetic when I drink.
I know what you mean about Twi, by the way. Like... I’m don’t feel weak around her, I’m comfortable around her. I can tell her just about anything.
When I first got to town, I was in the same shittiness I’m in right now, and Twilight pulled me out of it just from her encouragement and stuff. No other pony does that.
...I dunno how I feel about her. I’m prolly more unsure than you are.
Go after her if you want... just please don’t lie to her about me. Please, I can’t lose her.
I can’t lose you either. I can’t lose any of you. You girls are my only non-fuckup.
Ugh, I’m sleepy...
July 12th
Dear Rainbow Dash,
I dunno how much of that you’re gonna wish you hadn’t said when you sober up, so say the word and I never saw any of it.
But, I sure am glad you wrote me. You don’t gotta apologize, just so you’ll take mine.
I didn’t even know how scared I was that you wouldn’t write back, until I saw your letter. I was walking around all last night, slamming doors and telling myself that if you never talked to me again, that was just what I deserved. And maybe it is what I deserve, and maybe when you sober up, you’ll realize that. But for right now, I’m just grateful.
I ain’t gonna mention much about your letter, in case you’re regretting it already, but I will tell ya’ some things.
I do have my shit together, Dash. I had it together since I was ‘bout ten years old. I had a choice, I could keep it together or watch my world fall apart. There’s never been a pony to pick up after me, who I could whine at that I wanted to sleep in today, or who’d tell me a hundred times to do a chore. I never even had a curfew. What I had was a farm, and a little baby foal, and a town full of ponies who always looked to Sweet Apple Acres first. It was a heavy load for some small shoulders, but I took it on, and for years there wasn’t room for me trip or fall.
I never told nopony this before, but I don’t know that I made the right choice. Maybe we shoulda sent Apple Bloom to stay with the Seeds. They offered to take her, ya’ know. Didn’t think me and Mac and Granny could do it. And Red Delicious and his family said they’d buy Sweet Apple Acres. They said we could stay there, then when me and Mac were old enough we’d have all that money to start our own farms. I can’t imagine life without my family on Sweet Apple Acres, but maybe...
I seen you crash, sugarcube. A lot. And I don’t just mean flying. But I seen you get back up too. You let it roll off your back, and you pop back up bright and ready to start again. I wish I knew how to crash like you. Seems like I don’t fall down often, but when I do I can’t figure how to get back up. Even now, where Apple Bloom is older, and I got you girls to help me, I can’t help feeling like the only way I can keep it all together is to not let myself mess up. I’m a coward, Dash, you were right all along. I just can’t let anypony know it, or they’ll take everything away from me.
I wish you could teach me to crash.
Can I tell you a secret? I used to say I wished I was there, when my folks passed on, cause I woulda done this or that to save ‘em. I used to tell Mac that, every time I thought about them. Then, as I got older, I realized there was nothing I coulda done to save them, being a filly and all, and I stopped wishing I woulda been there. The idea of seeing my folks one last time, of getting to really say goodbye, wasn’t worth it if it meant I woulda failed at something that important. Better I was far away, where I couldn’t blame myself. What kind of pony does that make me, Dash?
I know you probably didn’t mean to send that letter, sugarcube. But I shoulda sent this one, or told you myself, a long time ago. But I’m telling you now, and I’m stone sober: I’m jealous of you, Rainbow Dash. You know how to live a way I’m scared to try.
Your friend,
Applejack
July 12th
Dear AJ,
I’m sober right now, so I might make a little more sense. I just want you to know that I said everything I wanted, although I probably wouldn’t have said most of it without a 40.
I’m just so, so sorry. I know you don’t think you deserve an apology, but I was way out of line. I was so caught up in my anger, that I almost threw our whole friendship away. The girls would've never forgiven me, and I never would've forgiven myself.
I’m just gonna mention what you mentioned in your last letter, because whatever you have between Twilight is your business and none of mine.
I can’t believe you actually think my bullshit is true. You’re not a coward, AJ. A coward would have did the opposite of what you did as a filly. Even at ten years old, you were a stronger pony than I’ll ever be.
...But still, you’re right. I understand why you think you can’t crash. We set you up that way.
AJ, you do so much amazing things for everypony without a second thought. You’re so awesome like that, but you’re still a pony. There are times when you have no choice but to make a mistake or just crash and burn, but you can’t seem to. That’s our fault AJ. I and everypony else think that it’s just impossible for you to fail. We’re being so stupid.
We failed you, AJ. I failed you.
But I wanna make up for it starting now. You said you wanted to learn how to crash? Here’s how:
Crash into me. Everytime you fuck up or you feel weak or like a coward, you just run to me and tell me all about it. Let it all out. I won’t think any less of you, because I know for a fact what you are.
You’re a pony who’s better than me and always will be.
Don’t try and say I’m wrong, because I know I’m right. I’m a screwup, AJ, and it’s like no matter what I do, I’m just gonna keep screwing up.
I wrote a letter to Twilight a few weeks ago, and I remember what it was about too. She was complaining about how much she hated being on her tour, so I was trying to help her out and let her know that it wasn’t so bad. I told her that what she was doing, going on tour, going place to place and never staying grounded, sounded like the life to me.
I’ve had that mentality my whole life, and that’s why I can’t figure anything out.
I have no roots, AJ. I have no home. I have no one who depends on me like you do. I talk big about being loyal and all that shit, but I’ve always thought of Ponyville as a job; as a temporary stop. I’ve never been able to take the time and think what I really want. I’m always just thinking ‘go’ without the where or why.
Where’s my next stop? What do I really want? Well, I always thought the Wonderbolts, but fuck it, that’s just me running into a cycle again. I’ll just end up leaving you guys and never calling anyplace home.
I don’t know what I want, AJ. I don’t know about anything...
...did I tell you what happened at work yesterday? I might’ve forgotten to mention it because of all the drama that’s been going on. Since I’ve got your attention, I might as well end on a high note.
Beesting got into the air. He flew, AJ. It was so awesome. I didn’t think I’d be able to get any kid into the air, but he did it all himself.
I felt so proud, AJ. When he got back onto the ground, I tackled him to the ground in a hug. He was blushing so hard, I thought he was gonna set on fire, but I didn’t even care because I was too lost in the moment.
After that, I got your and Twi’s letters... I’m now mad at myself that I let that shit spoil the awesome feeling I was having, but at the same time, I’m glad the feeling’s back.
So yeah, that happened, and it’s something I don’t have to add to my list of fuckups.
Write back soon, AJ.
Your best friend,
Rainbow Dash.
July 13th
Dear Dash,
First, please don’t go on like all that. I mean, I never do mind hearing “job well done,” but I don’t reckon I ever raised the sun or moon.
Anyhow, hearing about that foal makes me awful happy. I mean, earth ponies don’t really have nothing like that, but I know how important it can be for a pegasus. And I gotta say, you say he did it all on his own, but I don’t think you give yourself enough credit there.
You know, I get on you sometimes for how puffed up you can act, but... it’s special. Maybe I can do some good for ponies, but there’s something about you that catches a pony’s eye and makes them wanna do good for themselves. I’ve seen how you lead the weather team, and goodness knows I’ve listened to Scootaloo run on. I’ve even felt it myself, sugarcube. That might be why we got up to all that foolishness in the running of the leaves, you even make me wanna push myself extra when there’s nothing left to push. I guess it can lead to trouble from time to time, but that same thing inside of you can make a pony aim for the moon. You’re a special pony, Rainbow Dash, and I bet Beesting sees some of that himself.
And something like that belongs where everypony can see it. You said you’re thinking about not going out for The Wonderbolts, but I think that’d be a shame. I see where you’re coming from, believe me, I’m a pony who’s spent her whole life in one place. I don’t know that I could float around like you do. But the Wonderbolts ain’t just floating, Dash, it’s doing something important. It’s helping Equestria, and giving a hundred thousand little fillies and colts like Scootaloo and Beesting a pony they can look up to. I can’t think of a better pony for that job, and it’d be a waste if you never got that chance.
And as for someplace to call home...I can promise you that no matter how far away you go, Sweet Apple Acres is staying in the same spot, and anytime you need it you can call it home. It’s still my home, even if I’m halfway across Equestria right now, so I reckon you can think the same way. I figure it’s only right, since all my apple trees got your flank worn into the branches (and I wouldn’t have it any other way.)
I can’t wait to see you and Twilight again, but I gotta admit, I’m real scared. I think I got things messed up bad, worse than you guys know. I mean, I did in a dream, but when I’m supposed to be figuring stuff out, and I can’t stop thinking about it... oh hay, I dunno. You said to talk to you when I’m feeling weak, and I reckon I’m gonna drive myself crazy if I don’t talk to somepony.
I had this dream. I was waiting on Twilight at a train station, and we were gonna talk about how we felt, and try and get that worked out. And while I was waiting on her, this other pony, a pony I know, came up and started doing things to me. Good things! But, things a pony hadn’t oughta do in a train station with other ponies around (if ya’ catch my meaning.) And I knew I was messing things up with Twilight, and I knew I was being foolish and ruining my reputation, but that pony made me not care about anything... and I liked it. I liked it a lot.
I dunno what this means, Dash. Here I darn near bit your head off cause I was thinking you were messing with Twilight’s feelings, and I’m dreaming about the same thing. I know I ain’t that kinda pony, but it felt so good, and every time I think of the other pony, I can’t help thinking about the dream. Does this mean I really want this other pony more than Twilight? Or, does being wrong really feel that good, that I’m dreaming of being a bad pony at night?
I know it’s just a dream, but it worries me... I don’t wanna hurt anypony, but sweet Celestia I wanna feel that good. That’s such an a low-down thing to say! Why am I thinking like this?
And of course, now I gotta sit down and talk to Twilight and... well, before this dream, I woulda loved the chance. Now I don’t even know what to say. Twilight is such a special pony, but I can’t work out how I feel without figuring on this other pony, and I can’t tell Twilight that. Or maybe I oughta.
I’m so confused and the only thing I know is I never been so excited and scared in my life as I am about seeing you girls.
You know, all this mess is making things here on the farm seem right sunny. Actually, I think I forgot to mention it in all this mess, I figured out what’s wrong with OJ. Now I just gotta work out how to fix it.
See, I think I mentioned I was in a bad mood when I thought you might not be talking to me, so I decided to bake myself a cake. I made a orange spice cake, and OJ came out of his room ‘round the time I was talking it outta the oven. I offered him some (cause it’s one thing to eat a whole darn cake yourself, but if another pony knows that’s what you meant to do that’s just kinda sad.) and I sat and ate a slice with him, and he asked me what’s wrong.
I told him I was having a fight with a friend, cause I did something stupid. Then he told me about how he’s been fighting with his friend. Seems that his cutie mark is in cooking, and him and a friend were gonna open a restaurant in Manehattan together. Then this came up, and he tried to convince his friend to come to Palomino Beach with him, but the friend wouldn’t come. They had a big fight, and they ain’t been speaking, and I think OJ kinda blames the whole farm for it.
I gotta admit, this is a tough one. Should I try and make things right with his friend, or try and show him the farm ain’t so bad in case his friend never comes around? I know I gotta get him cooking again, so I asked him to show me how to do an orange glaze for some squash tomorrow... I reckon I could figure it out, but this way he’ll be using his special talent and that oughta cheer him up some.
Boy, I think I been writing forever. I lost track of time, and now I gotta get out to the groves double-time, but you know I don’t regret it for a second. I’ll be writing back to Twilight this evening, just hoping I don’t put my hoof in my mouth for right now. And I’ll be looking forward to hearing back from you.
Your friend,
AJ
July 15th
Dear AJ,
I got an acceptance letter from the Wonderbolts the other day. I had this freaky wet dream and set that shit on fire.
...Okay, that sounds a bit too vague, so I should probably back up a bit.
So in this dream, I’m dying of dehydration in the desert... and then I start blowing my boss.
Yeah, my dreams kinda jump around like that.
So yeah, I’m giving Booster head, and it’s pretty good stuff. He blows his load on my face and then he’s gone. So is the spunk.
Then that spunk turns into pussy juice, and now there’s this mare sitting on my face. It was, uh... I mare I really care about (one I would never want to hurt).
But I ended up hurting her, because she then snuggles up to me, and that’s when the flames start. The horizon is on fire, and there’s a force that’s just dragging me in. I try to tell the mare to get off of me, but she won’t budge, says she wants to... go with me (I think, my memory’s not the best).
As the two of us are getting dragged in, I see all the girls waving me off. I see Booster, Scootaloo, Beesting... and my Dad.
And then I just burn, and then I wake up.
I was scared completely shitless, AJ. When I woke up, I took out the Wonderbolts letter and set it on fire.
I grounded myself, AJ, and you know what? I feel fine.
I feel better than fine, I feel great. Like, you said you wanted to crash? Well, this is what you would call a crash landing, but you know what? I’m better as a result.
I’ve found something to be proud of, AJ. Not just teaching the kids. It’s being with the rest of you girls in Ponyville. All that crap I was saying about not having a home and stuff was just totally wrong. You girls are my family, and Ponyville is my home, and I wanna do something that’ll keep me close to you guys. I’ve already asked Twilight if she could talk to Celestia about starting a flight school in Ponyville (there’s a lot more pegasus foals than you’d expect, and mares like Cloud Chaser and Blossomforth aren’t going to be single forever, so there’s more coming).
So that’s why I’ve grounded myself. If you can get your shit together at age ten, I can get it together at twenty. I’ve made an important choice, AJ, and I’m not looking back.
Speaking of Twilight, I’m really stoked to see you guys again. I get the feeling that the whole source of this drama has been distance. When we sit down and actually talk about... whatever the crap it is we’re feeling, then stuff’ll get figured out.
Not to mention, there’s so much cool stuff to do in Las Pegasus. Booster will probably let us use the gym after hours or something. Dude’s got all this hi-tech equipment that athletes in the Equestria Games use to train. We’ve just gotta check that out!
I know you’re probably nervous about what’s been going on between the three of us (BTW, about that dream... just don’t think too much about that. I’m sure whoever this new pony just a crazy brain-fart in your mind or something), but you’ll see that once we’re reunited, stuff will figure itself out. We know how to get stuff done, AJ. Keep your chin up.
See you soon,
Rainbow Dash.
P.S.- About OJ, I’d try to help him figure out what he really, truly wants to do with his life (for all we know, the restaurant could just be his own personal Wonderbolts. Don’t let him make those kinds discoveries through crazy sex-dreams. That’s coming from real world experience (haha).
July 28th
Dear AJ,
I’m in a routine now, and I’m okay with that.
What do I mean by a routine? I mean that there were no crazy changes in my life this week. No relationship troubles, no drastic choices in life that changed everything.
It was just a week. I went to work, I got all the kids flying, and I hung out with Booster.
It felt awesome.
My whole life, I’ve been dashing (heh, pun) around without any roots. I jump from place to place because I kept thinking that living on the run was the way to be happy. I lost things because of that; things like Dad.
I need to thank you for showing me how wrong I was.
I want you. I want you and Twilight to give my life a new purpose. I know that you can do that for me. I know you can keep me grounded.
I now see that even before all this drama, I didn’t know what my life was. I thought that my life was training for the Wonderbolts. I was really stupid for thinking that.
My life is trying to find the best tree at Sweet Apple Acres to take a nap in. My life is playing horseshoes with you and working to get a three-peat for once (the day will come). My life is coming up with the most awesome pranks with Pinkie Pie and finding the best targets. My life reading Daring Do with Twilight at the library. My life is figuring out the best ways to make her blush and get flustered (hehe). My life is making sure Fluttershy doesn’t give up on the world or herself without a fight. My life is arguing with Rarity over breakfast about how whether or not the idea of a ‘Fashion Week’ is stupid (spoiler: it totally is). Now, I’m hoping my life will also be about being the most awesome marefriend to you and Twilight, because that’s the least you two deserve.
All of that was part of a routine I didn’t even see before. It’s something I’m not fixing to change anytime soon.
...Anyway, sappy mush aside, how are things kicking with you? Is that OJ guy still being a whiny filly? If you ask me, if breaking down his emotional barriers hasn’t done anything at this point, you might wanna just call Pinkie over and annoy him until he really opens up.
Hey, it’s an effective strategy, is it not?
Anyhoot, let me know how that goes.
Lo Really, really like,
Rainbow Dash
July 29th
Dear Dash,
I been catching up on letters all evening, and finally I got to yours. I’m so glad you’re happy sugarcube. I guess I’m finally getting used to that. But if it makes you feel this good, I reckon it’s for the best after all.
As for me, I just gotta get down on my knees and kiss your hooves, thanking you for that sonic rainboom.
My Aunt and Uncle Orange are in town. Have been since I got back from Las Pegasus. And of course they drag me to all their fancy parties, ‘cause I’m their niece, and I’m a “close, personal friend of Princess Twilight Sparkle.” Sometimes I think it’s more the second than the first, being as they say it every single time I meet a pony...
Aunt Orange: Have you met our dear Applejack? She’s a close, personal friend of Princess Twilight Sparkle.
Fancy pony: Pleased to meet you, Applejack. So you’re friends with our dear young princess?
Me: Yup! Just had my muzzle under her tail last week.
Okay, so I don’t say that last part. But I think it every darn time. And I think of Twilight, of course, and how lucky we are. She’s a real live princess, Dash. These other ponies act like she’s Princess Luna or something. But she’s dating us.
Of course I think of you, too. More and more every day. Dash, wearing fancy dresses and going to boring parties... you know this ain’t me. And every time Aunt Orange tells me ‘bout another one, I wanna tell her I’m not going. But... she’s family. I gotta do it for my family. Sweet Celestia, I hope they leave soon, or I’m gonna--
I don’t even know what I’d do. Tell her I ain’t going? Tell her to go to hell? Tell her how much I really hate it all? She’s family, and I’d do anything for my family. I can’t let them down.
So anyhow, never mind all that, except to say you cross my mind all the time. Sometimes it feels like if you ain’t there, Twilight is (or the both of you together if I’m real lucky.) I think about how you can just say whatever you think and ponies just accept it. I wish I could borrow that for a bit, I feel like I could use it now. I think about how Twilight can just find something interesting in everything she does. I think about how both of you are so much fun together, like a couple of school foals teasing and flirting, and how much I'd love to have you both with me.
I miss you, Dash. An awful lot.
Love,
Applejack
PS: Wouldn’t you know, all this stuff with you and Twilight and my aunt and uncle almost made me forget something real important!
Okay, so I found out a while ago that the area around Palomino Beach has this deal with the weather factory... they get warm weather all year round (they never even do winter at all!) and in exchange they gotta take all the overstuffed or overcharged storm clouds. We had some real bad storms already, and the ponies here say it can get worse the closer we get to fall. Thunderstorms with winds strong enough to knock down houses, and flood the whole place!
Can that happen with overstuffed storm clouds? Is there anything I should do to get ready? They’re already talking about these coming up.
Love again, AJ
August 4th
Dear AJ,
Work killed me this week. I seriously don’t think I ever worked harder in my life.
Okay, so basically, now that all the kids were flying, I wanted to start showing them how to come up with tricks on their own (as well as showing them some of mine). It was like chipping a mountain. The kids were tumbling, crashing into each other, we’re really lucky that nopony got seriously injured (thankfully, Booster’s pretty good with a first aid kit).
So yeah, this whole teaching thing is a lot more stressful than I took it to be. Before all this, I mostly worried about pulling off the best trick or impressing the Wonderbolts. Now, I have the flying potential of all these kids in my hooves. I have a duty to them. I’m gonna have a duty to a lot more ponies than just myself from now on.
...Am I little too impulsive for my own good? I dunno why I’m asking this, but it’s just kind of on my mind. I can’t explain it...
Moving on.
You know, I never really think that much about Twilight being a princess, AJ. She’s certainly one of the most amazing and important ponies ever... but she’s still Twilight. She’s still that wonderful, awesome pony that... really likes us, and who we... really like as well. Just because she’s grown amazing sexy wings that you can’t keep out of you, it doesn’t mean she’s too good for you or me.
Oh yeah, I know about your thing for wings. I saw what you were doing with Twilight’s that night, you deviant filly.
Besides, you always need to remember that there’s a lot about you that makes me and Twi feel bad about ourselves; so much that makes us want you. You’re a lot better than you give yourself credit for. I’m just gonna be straight up and say that you’re pretty much my hero, AJ. Always remember that.
Also, I’m really sorry about you being stuck in all those froufrou parties. Lame is an inadequate description of your predicament (stupid Twi and her stupid fancy words).
I know you haven’t taken many of my suggestions, but I think you oughta just be a rebel and show up in your duds. If it’s a garden party, make it your garden party. What are your Aunt and Uncle gonna do? Fire you? Leave their orchard in the care of that lazy farmhand of yours?
Face it, AJ. You own them.
And about missing me and Twi... same here. I really, really miss you guys. I really need to know when Twi’s coming over just so she can be here. I...
Ugh, that was hard to write. Mushiness is still something I’m getting used to. Although, with Twi’s latest letter, I might not be able to contain myself.
Okay, so about your weather, I wouldn’t sweat it. I mean, your Aunt and Uncle are made of money. The only time storms really affect you are if you’re poor. Besides, Palamino Beach has probably seen worse, and the weather ponies would never overcharge something to the point of massive destruction...
Crap. I just realized I never told anypony on the Weather Team back in Ponyville that I was leaving for the summer.
So until Twilight and Celestia help me start a school in Ponyville, I’m most likely gonna be out of job until then... and a house (the Weather Team owns that cloud home of mine).
...Whoops.
Eh. I’ll figure something out, crash with you or Twilight maybe.
Write back soon, okay?
With raditude,
Rainbow Dash.
August 18th
Dear Dash,
Whoo boy, I’m gonna try and get this written before I go and pass out. You know those storms you said we shouldn’t be getting? We got our first one. Tore up a good quarter of the groves. It was a sight to see, and these past two weeks I been cleaning up after it. But I’m gonna get all my writing done tonight if it kills me.
First, I told you before and I’ll keep telling you: You always got a place to live and work you can do on Sweet Apple Acres. Any of my friends do, really, but you especially now. I’ll work things out with the folks, and so long as you make yourself useful you can stay.
Speaking of that, are you a little too impulsive for your own good? Do apples grow on trees?
Of course you’re too impulsive, sugarcube. But you always manage to come out right in the end. This is a big job you took on, but you can do it. Being a teacher ain’t that different from being an entertainer, you just got a smaller audience, and the things you say and do actually matter. You’re the best teacher those foals could ask for ‘cause they pay attention to you, so if you’re telling them how to do things right they’re really gonna learn it.
As to Twilight being a princess, it ain’t that she’s a princess. It’s that she’s a pony so amazing that the whole universe decided to see it and make her a princess so everypony in the world would know it. She was just as amazing before, and I’d be just as worried about doing right for her, cause there’s just something about her that makes me need to.
I think it’s ‘cause she’s different, to be honest. I mean, I grew up with ponies not that different from you and the other girls. Me and Rarity were in school together from when I can remember, so that’s how I figured ponies from Canterlot must act, and nothing I saw in Manhattan as a foal made me think different. But then Twilight Sparkle shows up, so nice and smart and just special. She’s different, she deserves everything both of us got. That includes, but ain’t limited to, in the sack.
You, on the other hoof, you might not always deserve it but you go and make me wanna give it anyway. Something about you makes me crazy, it sneaks in my mind so I’m always thinking about you, for good and bad. Sometimes it gets on my nerves, cause I was trying to think about helping OJ set up an pastry cart by the beach and end up thinking about how you’d look out there on a surfboard, and how much fun we’d have, and what we could do on a beach after... I know you probably can’t see where this is a problem. But I like to keep my head together.
For me, I reckon I do my best. I ain’t done much heroic, just take care of my family and friends, but there are worse things to be proud of, I suppose. And I am proud of it, no mistake. But it just seems normal to me, like it’s what everypony does. Or what they oughta do, anyway.
Finally, I mentioned it before, but I think I finally got things straight with OJ. He’s got himself a pastry cart, and suddenly he’s real interested in how the orange groves are doing. This might just work out.
This summer ain’t coming out so bad after all.
Love,
AJ
August 23rd
Dear AJ,
So Twilight left this morning. Obviously, it was pretty awesome to see her. We saw the Wonderbolts, got Princess Luna plastered, did the nasty in a jacuzzi, you know, standard stuff.
I wish you were there, though. Both of us do. That’s the only thing keeping Twilight’s visit from being perfect.
But I’m still glad that Twilight was there, though. I... told her that I loved her.
It’s true, AJ. I’m actually in love with her. Wanna know something else?
I love you.
You know, it was weird to say it out loud, and it’s just as weird for me to write it out, but it’s true. I love you, Applejack.
And I think I know when it is I fell in love with you, too. It was when you sent that one letter to me after I sent my response to your drunk letter.
I was so, so pissed with you, but you weren’t angry with me at all. You sent me something that showed how sorry you were. It tore me up because I treated you like shit. That’s why I got so drunk when I wrote you that letter. I was so... sad. I was sad because I made you sad.
And when you told me how you wanted me to teach you how to crash, I think that’s when I started thinking of us. I want you to crash into me, AJ. I want you to know you don’t have to be any kind of superhero for me.
Twilight coming to Ponyville was the best thing that ever happened to me. It not only brought me closer to her, it brought me closer to you. I love both of you so much.
I promise you, I’m gonna make this work. I still don’t really know what ‘this’ is, but I’ll make it work. When you guys need me, I’ll be large and in charge.
I love you, AJ. Write back soon.
-Rainbow Dash.
P.S.- If you ever tell anyone I got this mushy, I will get sweet, sweet revenge. Thanks to Princess Luna, I know horrible things about you that I can use at anytime. Of course, you might like my idea of revenge, too *wink*
P.P.S.- Hey, I know I shouldn’t be putting this in a letter about us, but I need to know if Rarity and Fluttershy have written anything to you. I dunno if you heard, but Rarity wrote a drunk letter to Fluttershy (deja vu, right?), and now, I think they’re dating... I think.
See, I don’t think Fluttershy has written Rarity back since she said she ‘liked her’ and now, Rarity is kind of going crazy. See, I told her that I never remembered Fluttershy being into mares, and now, Rarity’s getting worried that Fluttershy lied to her.
Fluttershy wouldn’t hurt her like that, would she?
August 23rd
Dear Dash,
I love you too.
I could say the same to Twilight, and it’s just so easy. Like saying it to my family, just a fact I don’t gotta think about, something that’s true, and normal… but this ain’t supposed to be how it is, right? It’s supposed to be one pony I love like this. Course, nopony ever told me why that is. And no matter the reason, there’s not much I can do about it now.
This is what I was trying to say in them letters about crashing, I ain’t good at this. I’m good at knowing what I’m supposed to do and getting it done. Find a pony to fall in love with, and treat her right, that’s what I was supposed to do. I’ll admit, I think for a while now I’d hoped that pony would be Twilight someday.
Then I got that letter where you were drunk, after thinking I’d never hear from you again. And I had that dream I told you about (it sounds like Princess Luna mighta told you a bit more about it…) and I figured out how much I [span]wanted[/span] needed you. I could never tell Twilight how much I wanna be able to do things I’m not supposed to do. Not really, at least, even if I can kinda explain it, I can’t make her see. She’s the thing I’m supposed to do, a special pony I wanna take care of, and I want that with all my heart, like my farm and my family. I don’t want her to think for a minute that I might let her down.
But you gotta understand how much I need you. What I found out from all this is there’s too much I ain’t supposed to do, or want, or be. And… (now this part is hard to write) it makes me feel weak and scared when I want those things. When I get scared, I get dumb, and I can’t afford to be scared or dumb if I got ponies to take care of. So, I reckon I need you to help me do the things I ain’t supposed to do, so they turn out alright and I don’t gotta be scared of them. And that starts with loving both of you girls.
I couldn’t do something like this without you, Dash. All those things telling me I ain’t allowed to love two ponies would scare me too much, and I’d rip myself apart to make it feel right and make myself be how everypony expects me to be, how I expect me to be. You’re holding me together in this, you’re what makes this okay for me to do. I love you, and I need you.
Well, I reckon that’s about as honest as I can be ‘bout that. I trust you, just keep me safe.
I wish I coulda been with you girls the other day in Las Pegasus. I reckon I’m glad you were thinking about me, I know I think about the two of you every darn day. But it’s nice to know that even when I can’t be there, you got each other to love.
Now, as to Fluttershy and Rarity, well, there are things I ain’t at liberty to divulge, but let’s just say that those two both put their hooves in it. I can’t rightly blame Rarity, me and her musta fell off the same tree. And I guess I ain’t the only pony who gets dumb when she gets scared. But when we get back to Ponyville, if this thing ain’t worked out by then, those two are gonna sit down and have a talk if I have to hogtie them both until they’re straight with each other. I reckon we can’t blame them two for how they feel any more than we can blame ourselves, so we just gotta be there for them both, but I’ll be darned if I’m gonna let them act like fools to one another.
I guess everything’s gonna be a mite strange when we get home. But we’ll get by, and everypony will come out the happier for really knowing the truth. That goes for me and you and Twilight as much as for Fluttershy and Rarity. It might be scary, but it’s a darn sight better this way.
I love you, sugarcube.
Love,
Applejack
September 6th
Dear AJ,
It’s good to be home.
Okay, so I know I said I’d be coming back on Tuesday, but... this weekend was too wild, AJ.
Me, Booster and the guys tore. it. up.
I can’t even remember most of it, but by the time we woke up, we were on top of Booster’s roof a giant sack of bits and a pile of broken bottles. I also got the worst sunburn (still kinda stings when I strain my movement). The best part though was seeing Booster and The Gun Show snuggled up together. This really was the summer of love (groovy).
So yeah, I finally struck it rich in that city, I must say, it was the perfect cap to my awesome summer.
I decided to take a train home, not wanting to take the risk with the desert again. I had a LONG goodbye with Booster. I think, most of all, I’m gonna miss him. Without him there or your letters, I wouldn’t have made it through his summer. He’s one awesome guy, AJ. You gotta meet him someday (although, he’ll totally kick your ass at boxing).
Pinkie Pie was right there when I got off the train. I didn’t even tell her I was coming home, and yet, there she was. I got the standard Pinkie Pie treatment (which included the most painful hug ever [Dear Celestia, the sunburn]), and she re-introduced me to everypony in Ponyville (in case I had forgotten somepony’s name, I dunno, it’s Pinkie). When I ran into Scootaloo, I practically had to shake
She treated me to a party at Sugarcube Corner, but I had to tell her no. I was so tired, and so sunburnt.
Pinkie took it well, though. She said this gave her more time for her ‘secret mission’ or something. I dunno, it’s probably a giant Pinkie Pie Party or something like that.
So even though I was dead-tired and was planning on passing out on a cloud, I still had one more thing to do. I went over to Sweet Apple Acres.
The farm’s doing good while you’re gone. Mac’s running things pretty smoothly, although, it’s really nothing special without you there. Still though, everypony’s doing good. You should be glad to know that Granny’s still her crazy-old self, and Apple Bloom didn’t get her cutie mark while you were gone, so you didn’t miss much on that end.
I had a drink with them on the porch and we got talking. Mac explained that he knew about what’s going on between you, me and Twilight. Apple Bloom still isn’t sure what our deal is. I wasn’t sure how to explain it, and neither was Mac. Granny... I can only guess she’s cool with it (hard to tell, you know?).
Well, there’s one thing I know for sure, they miss you a lot, just like I do. I really hope you’re coming home soon, AJ. I know ponies say this all the time and it’s really mushy, but Ponyville seriously isn’t the same without you. Shit, my whole summer just hasn’t been the same since I saw you and Twilight. You two fill a part of me I didn’t know was missing.
I slept in your room last night, if that’s cool with you. Like I said, I was gonna sleep on a cloud, but Mac refused to let me leave, because I guess I was passing out right there on the porch (a day with Pinkie after a hangover will do a lot to you).
But anyway, I’m now chilling at the library until you guys get back (Spike says ‘hi’), so you can send any letters here. Hopefully not too many, because I actually want to hear words coming out of your mouth... I think I could make that sound prettier, but nah.
Come home soon, AJ. Your family loves and misses you (ditto from me, btw).
Stay schemin’,
Rainbow Dash
Dear Dash and Twilight,
I’m sending this to both you girls, because I figure it’s kind of important.
I’m headed home. This weekend, just in time for cider season.
But what home is, now that keeps on changing on me. I suppose you’d think that living all my life in the same place would mean home is always the same place, but it ain’t. Thinking on the home I’m going to now, well, it ain’t even the same home I left from at the beginning of the summer, let alone the one I grew up in. It might be the same houses and shops, the same trees on the farm, even mostly the same ponies. But none of that makes it the same place.
When I was born, it was my folks, and Mac, and Granny. My whole world was Sweet Apple Acres, then Ponyville when I was a bit bigger, and it was mostly good. There were foals at school I butted heads with, and chores that needed doing, but plenty of time to play and I always had Mac around to play with. When I was little, that’s what I thought my home was, and I never thought it could change, until Ma told me I was getting a little sister.
Then Apple Bloom was born… the whole farm just about lit up. I guess neither of y’all know it, but there’s nothing like having a baby foal around to change everything. Ma and Pa were were happy, and so sweet with the baby. There was a lot of work, and sometimes she was a fussy little thing, but it was worth it when she took her first steps, and started learning words, and followed me and Mac all over like a kitten.
I’m glad Apple Bloom came when she did. Those last years with my folks… I couldn’t have asked for better ones. The very last thing I remember of my folks was them leaving, and Pa found that Apple Bloom hid cookies all in their bags, for “snats,” she said. We had to take every darn thing out and shake it out, then put it all back in, but we were laughing the whole time. It took about ten extra minutes I guess, but… I never thought then that ten minutes would mean so much to me now.
Y’all will have to pardon my messy writing just there.
After that, home was different again. The farm was dark, as much as we all loved each other, we knew we were hurtin’. On top of that, there was all that work that needed doing, and back then it felt like it never ended. I stepped up and did what I had to, but it wasn’t the life I’d been used to, and it took a while, and me and Mac growing up, to get to what y’all saw when you came to town.
But at the same time, ponies around town were real nice to me, and all Ponyville was my home. One little filly who I’d been having some troubles with was even good enough to drop all that and start over as friends. It took a good pony to be just a foal, and see how rough my life was right then, and try to make it a little easier by saying sorry. I’ll always owe Rarity for that.
From there, well, the farm got better as Apple Bloom got bigger, and me and Mac could get stuff done with less trouble. And of course in town I met Pinkie, and Fluttershy, and Dash. Over time I thought everything was pretty good. I loved my home, my farm and town both, and all the ponies in it.
Then everything changed again when you came to town, Twilight. My life has been better than ever, having the best friends a pony could ask for, going on adventures. You and the girls have helped me step up to take care of my home in ways I never thought I could, and taught me when it’s better for everypony if I take care of me first. It’s been hard, don’t get me wrong, but it’s a life I never thought I’d trade for anything.
But I reckon I traded it, there in Las Pegasus. I traded it for a life with two ponies I love, and whatever comes with that. I don’t know what that is just yet, but it’s gonna be different. The Ponyville I’m coming home to ain’t the place I left. But, for this time at least, I can’t wait to see what it is. I can’t wait to have two more ponies I can love with all my heart, to see y’all in town and know I can walk right over and get a kiss, to have all the more reason to make you both proud.
So, like I said, I’m coming home soon, and I can’t wait to get there. I reckon it ain’t getting back, it’s going forward, but I can’t help thinking I’m going someplace even more special than before.
I love ya both, and I’ll see ya’ soon.
Love,
AJ
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Well, I think that's all the letters. I must say that Rainbow and Applejack's letters were the most intense given the issue they run into.
Now for the letters as a whole. I love epistolary stories because they add an air of mystery to an otherwise slice of life story. And I like how the letters are organized here. Fluttershy and Rarity's and Twilight, Applejack, and Rainbow's letters are towards the end with little mentions of what's going on between them throughout the earlier letters. And the suspense builds up until you finally get to them and find out. Rarity and Fluttershy's letters were heart breaking. Steel Resolve has made me love the Fluttershy/Rarity ship.
Seeing it go unrequited here was unfortunate. 
Pinkie Pie's letters throughout were the best. xjuggernaughtx is just so good at capturing Pinkie Pie as well as the depth we sometimes forgets she has. And then there's Rainbow being depicted in these letters as a bit of a randy drunk. It kind of doesn't square with the way I see her. In fact, there was a lot of ponies getting drunk in these letters. What ended up happening between Rainbow, Twilight, and Applejack was... different. What can I say? I'm old fashioned. But it's okay when it's in a three way. It's not gay when it's in a three way. With a honey in the middle there's some lee way. The area's gray in a 1-2-3 way. 
Their letters don't convince me of it, but I can see the passion oozing off the page. I don't know whose idea it was to go that route with them. Overall, this was an interesting story and an innovative format. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Good job. Keep up the good work. 
Going through all of these intensely personal letters, I feel a bit like the NSA...
I like the way the Twi/Dash/AJ triangle was presented. After reading through the Twi/Dash and AJ/Twi letters, I still wasn't so clear about the characters' motivations, but the letters between Rainbow and Applejack cleared everything up -- especially Rainbow baring her soul to AJ and actually being open and honest with her.
Overall, the letters provided a nice mix of drama, comedy, and romance -- impressive given the plots were not planned ahead of time. I like how the authors took care not to be overly repetitive between letters, choosing to reveal different parts of their stories, thoughts, and feelings to different ponies. The fifteen different interpersonal dynamics that this story explores and develops is one of its great strengths. My one complaint would be that Fluttershy's story line seems to lack closure (though re-reading her last letter to Twilight after learning everything that went down gives it a bit more meaning).
Will we get to see what went down in the meeting between Twi, Dash, and AJ, or does what happen in Las Pegasus stay in Las Pegasus? Also, was there something going on between Fluttershy and the moose?
so deep ;_;
pls o great lurk god get an editor or something, there are [span]s everywhere
hell, i'd do it if you asked
4155313 If you go into the mailbox group there are some side stories.
Oooh dear....
Finally got (most) of the whole story with those three. I still think Rarity's were the best, but this was a fun read altogether. Need more side stories.
Aaaand I'm dead from laughing.