This story is a sequel to The Ponies You Come Home To
Childbirth is a chancy thing, especially when it comes in the middle of the night, too fast for the midwife or the doctor. Chip was always her sister's echo, her mirror-image, her reflection. But now Sheet Cookie is gone. What can the reflection of a pony do, when there's nopony to reflect anymore?
No time to think. And Chip's sister may be dead, but the foal isn't. And her sister's mother just called her by the dead mare's name.
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Ohhhh, oh that explains a lot. It explains a lot about Crisp Bread, it explains a lot about Ponyville. I wonder what percentage of the genes in the modern resident of that town haven't been watered down with a few instances of cloning over the years.
Someday you're going to have to write a bit about your version of Ponyville after Princess Twilight's Castle pops up. Just how long did that boulder even stay in place before it was quietly removed?
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Honestly, I'm not sure. Much of Crispbread's worldview is... archaic is a kind word, I think. She still lives in the shadowed centuries in her head. It doesn't help, living next door to the last great dark forest, I suppose.
The real question is 'what happened to the Cakes between this and the return of Luna?' At some point, they became a sort of normal family.
This is both fascinating and just a little horrifying. I like it.