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  • E Just Being Pinkie Pie

    During the most violent storms, Pinkie runs outside and sits on the tallest hill in Ponyville. Everyone says she's "just being Pinkie". But she knows that by showing love for the storms, she shows love for the pony who makes them.
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  • T Spring is Dumb

    Rainbow Dash definitely didn't do anything wrong. Rarity is the one who's wrong. Rainbow Dash is absolutely, totally, a hundred percent sure of it. But then why did she just buy a wagon load of apology bouquets?
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  • E Where Have the Stars Gone?

    What does it mean to be immortal? Celestia's memory is very old. It is twisted and confused. She wakes one night to find that she can no longer tell her memories and her dreams apart. She no longer knows what was real and what was only dreamed.
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  • T Rarity's Mare of the Evening

    Applejack discovers that Rarity has been seeing an escort.
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  • T You Want Me

    After Rainbow Dash rejects her, Applejack stubbornly declares that she won't give up until Rainbow Dash has agreed to go on a date with her, no matter what it takes.
    22,175 words · 3,712 views  ·  523  ·  24
  • E Ponies and Throwing Knives

    Rainbow Dash closed her eyes, trying to think about anything but the straps that bound her to the wooden board. She cracked one eye open just wide enough to see Applejack, mouth full of the knives that would soon be racing though the air towards her.
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  • T Twisting Between the Sheets

    When Rarity’s friends discover that she has been secretly meeting with an escort, they begin investigating, and soon discover a web of lies and unrequited romances none of them ever could have expected.
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  • T Scrambled Eggs and Mashed Potatoes

    Rainbow Dash announces that she's going on a date, but refuses to say who with. Rarity decides to secretly follow her, but what Rarity uncovers is so bizarre, she will never be able to look at Rainbow Dash, or herself, the same way again.
    15,963 words · 3,377 views  ·  434  ·  26

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  • Tuesday
    Where Have the Stars Gone? - Reading

    I've always found readings to be really bleh. I mean, if I want to read a story, I'll read the damn story myself, and I don't have any long commutes where I would have an opportunity to sit around and do nothing but listen to something anyway. A few people have done readings of a couple of my fics, I think. I couldn't tell you which ones.

    Anyway, this guy did a reading of Where Have the Stars Gone? and I thought it was very good. At least it was good enough that I actually listened all the way through it, which I've never done before. If you like that fic, you should listen to it, too.

    PS: I don't think I've ever heard my handle said out loud before. It sounds funny.

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  • Friday
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    im only telling you this because i care

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  • 1w, 4d
    Looking for proofreaders

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  • 4w, 6d
    Hey, look at this story I wrote about Twilight murdering everyone she's ever loved!

    I was looking through all my abandoned story projects today, mostly as a means of procrastination, because fuck writing new things. Most of them were abandoned with good reason, very good reason, and usually early on. Most aren't more than 5k words or so, a handful make it up to ten or fifteen. This one, however, is about 30k words long, and looks like it would have kept going for quite a while.

    I'm not totally sure what's it about, and I only vaguely remember writing it. Looking through my old outline for it, it looks like it's something about Twilight being possessed by the same entity that possessed Luna and transformed her into Nightmare Moon, and then Twilight going insane and trying to murder Celestia. The story itself is a complete mess. It's mostly made up of long, rambling exposition sequences told from Twilight's bizarre and ruptured point of view that don't make a lot of sense and are way too mythos heavy (though could probably make for an interesting story if I found some way to organize them and write them in a compelling way), and the structure is all over the place, switching on the fly between a scene in which Twilight and Luna do some kind of weird ritual, to a bunch of flashbacks with Celestia secretly manipulating Twilight into doing things that happened in the show, and then some dream sequences that are about fuckifiknow, and a final confrontation between Celestia and Twilight. It actually looks like I was writing a pony version of Absalom! Absalom! and trying to make it just as pretentious and terrible as that novel.

    But there was one scene early on that I really liked, though it still has a lot of problems, but still good enough that I considered figuring out a way to fix the story just so I could salvage this one scene. I don't think I will, but I would still like to share this with someone, because otherwise it'll just sit forever in my google docs and never get read by anyone.

    It's a bit on the long side. (5k words, I think), but I think it's worth the read. And the formatting is all over the place, because it's a straight copy and paste from GDocs.

    Oh, and Gore Warning. There be exploded ponies down below.

    Twilight threw open the doors and stepped out into the hall. Royal Guards standing to either side of the door bowed to her.

    They are slaves, too, it whispered. You can free them.

    Twilight nodded and smiled to them. She felt a little sorry for those guards. They had unwittingly aided a tyrant who had enslaved an entire nation for over a thousand years. She envied their ignorance, too. She had been like them not long ago, happily unaware of the truth of her existence.

    She stepped forward. This was not the first time. She had started this walk to the Sunchamber, which was only a short walk down the hall, at least a dozen times before, but she had never finished it. Everytime, doubts had taken hold of her determination, and she had run back to her bedroom with her tail between her legs. Already the doubts began to return. Would her courage fail her again? Was this really the right thing to do?

    Then Twilight noticed something odd.

    Four guards stood on each side of her door, eight total. That was much more than usual. She had asked the staff never to station more than a single guard outside her bedroom, and she had only consented to that because they had vehemently insisted so.

    Which begged the obvious question, why were so many guards standing outside her door?

    Past them, she saw at least a dozen more patrolling the hall. She looked closely and realized they weren’t members of the Royal Guard at all. In fact, she couldn’t find a single unicorn or pegasus among them. They were all bat ponies.

    That meant the Night Guard, Luna’s personal sentries. They had seemingly invaded her wing of the Castle. They didn’t have any business even being awake at this hour, much less guarding her bedroom.

    One Night Guard broke from the rest and trotted stiffly towards. He bowed, pressing his face far closer to the ground than was necessary. The armor he wore was of a much higher quality than the others. It was cast in shining silver and overlaid with intricate designs of constellations.

    Twilight narrowed her eyes. Something wasn’t right here.

    Be careful, it warned.

    “Your Highness, Mistress Luna has declared that it is of the utmost importance that  you speak to her at once,” he announced. He spoke quickly and calmly, and she could tell by his tone that he was used to ponies doing as he commanded. “She has urgent matters to discuss with you.”

    Twilight almost smiled when she realized who this Night Guard was, but the smile soon vanished. She hadn’t recognized him at first, as she had only seen him in his full uniform once or twice before, only at formal events. Beneath that heavy armor, was Nightwing, the Captain of the Night Guard. Twilight had known very few ponies besides herself who had any real interest in Discordian Era literature. Only one actually, and that pony was Nightwing. She was happy to call him a friend, and they had started something of an impromptu book club among the Castle staff. At any other time, running into him might have meant a fun discussion of Pygmalion’s hellenistic deconstruction of Heart of Darkness, a classic of the Discordian Era.

    But not now. Twilight had become familiar with the contrast between his warm, friendly demeanor in casual conversation, and his cold, soldierly demeanor while leading the Night Guard. Everything about him, the curtness of his speech, his stiff stance, told her this meeting was business only. That armor he wore wasn’t the showy stuff he wore to events, either. She could tell by its thickness and design that it was made for battle, not show. As Captain of the Night Guard, Nightwing was Luna’s champion warrior, and she had sent him in full battle gear to ambush Twilight outside her bedroom door.

    Twilight’s wings tensed of their own accord and she subtly readied her magic. Something really wasn’t right here.

    The Keeper of the Night has machinations of her own, it whispered quietly so the guards wouldn’t hear. They cannot be trusted.

    No, Twilight agreed, they couldn’t be trusted. Luna was up to something. “What urgent matters?” she asked.

    “I apologize, Your Highness,” the Captain said, still bowing. “She did not elaborate. She said only that she wished to speak to you as soon as you awoke.” He glanced up. “If I may speak openly, Her Mistress appeared to be in great distress. We should not delay.”

    You cannot go to her, it warned.

    “Shouldn’t Luna be asleep now?” Twilight asked, glancing out one of the hall windows. It looked to be nearing noon.

    “Indeed,” the Captain answered. His voice was cool, measured. Twilight decided she would have very much liked to have him at her side during a crisis. She also decided she didn’t as much like for him to ambush her as soon as she walked out of her bedroom. “Her Mistress wanted to be here herself when you woke. But she has worked herself near exhaustion these past few nights, though I know not on what. I advised her to rest. She is gathering her strength now. Her Mistress asked for you to be led to her chambers as soon you rose, however. We will wake her there.”

    Let her rest. It will be easier for her this way. Twilight thought it almost sounded giddy at learning that Luna was asleep. She would only be a nuisance.

    Yes, Luna would only be a nuisance. She had been a nuisance ever since she had led Twilight into the mountain. She concerned herself with Twilight’s personal matters all too often, asking her how she was feeling and how she was handling the changes.

    Though, now that Twilight considered it, why was that irritating? If anything, Twilight should have been grateful to Luna for being concerned about her wellbeing.

    The claws buried themselves inside her head. They started at the forehead, and dragged downwards, scraping across the inside of her skull, causing her teeth to rattle. Twilight could hear the claws peeling at her bone. They reached the backs of her eyes, and tore at the flesh.

    Pain exploded in Twilight’s head. She gasped and staggered.

    “Your Highness?”

    No,it hissed. She only condescends you. She believes you are weak. She believes you cannot perform your duties. She believes only she is fit to rule. That must be why she sent her her chattel to restrain you. The Keeper of the Night believes only she is fit to rule.

    It had been very condescending, Twilight realized. And Luna certainly thought very highly of herself.

    The pain diminished and Twilight’s head cleared the more she thought on it. Luna had fretted over her like an old mother hen fretted over a sickly chicklet. Not like two equals who would soon rule a nation together.

    “Your Highness, you must come with me.”

    Twilight blinked and noticed that the other Night Guards had begun gathering in a loose circle around her, and those who had been patrolling in the hall had begun walking closer. “No,” she growled back through gritted teeth, still feeling the lingering touch of pain. “I have important business to attend to.”

    The Captain stood up to his full height, his armor clinking. He flared his membranous, black wings to full span. Twilight suddenly realized just how big he was. Even by bat pony standards, he was massive. She expected he stood at least a foot taller than Big Mac, and had the muscle to match his stature. “Your Highness, I have been ordered to escort you to Her Mistress’s chambers. Please come with me.”

    Twilight hesitated. “I—I told you, I have important business to attend to.” She began trotting forward.

    The Keeper of the Night has seen into your dreams, it whispered bitterly. She suspects what you plan to do. She wants the throne for herself.

    The Captain blocked her path, his expression still neutral. “Your Highness, I have been ordered to escort you to Her Mistress’s chambers. You will come with me.” His expression may have remained neutral, but his voice had adopted a very distinct edge. The circle around Twilight tightened.

    “Get out of my way!” Twilight ordered. Her voice shook.

    “You will come with me,” Nightw—no, the Captain, repeated calmly. He took one step forward. “Her Mistress commanded it be done, no matter by what means.”

    Betrayers! it spat. Do you see? Do you see what she is willing to do?

    Twilight took a step back before realizing that several Night Guard had blocked the entrance to her bedroom. “You can’t force me to come with you.”

    “I would prefer not to.” The Captain took another step forward, his expression hardening. “But I will if I have to.”

    Let him try, it sneered.

    Twilight spun around, eyeing the circle of Night Guard surrounding her. At least a dozen had formed a tight ring around her, and she saw more coming in from the hall beyond. She couldn’t find any obvious route of escape, except by flying. None of them had spread their wings yet. Twilight didn’t want to fight them. Luna personally trained each member of her Guard. Twilight wasn’t certain she could subdue this many at once. Beyond that, she wasn’t certain she could hurt an innocent pony anyway. These guards certainly didn’t know of the plot that they unwittingly aided. They were only following orders.

    “Does Princess Celestia know about this?” Twilight asked, preparing her wings for flight.

    “We answer to Her Mistress, Princess Luna.” At some unseen signal, several of the Night Guard took to the air, closing the door on Twilight’s last means of escape without using force.

    You have no choice.

    It laughed.

    “I could have you all… all... banished!” Twilight cried, desperately looking back and forth across the hall. But everywhere she looked she saw more Night Guard. Soon, she wouldn’t have any choice.

    If the Guards were at all worried by her threat, they didn’t show it. They continued stepping towards her. The circle became tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

    You have no choice, it repeated.

    Twilight shook her head. She couldn’t.

    You must, it said. If you let them take you to her, all will be lost. You will never be free.

    The Captain touched her chest. The steel of his horseshoe felt cold against her coat. “Your Highness, Twilight, you must come with me.” The circle had closed, and the bat ponies were so close she could feel their breaths on her coat.

    Now, it commanded. Do away with them.

    Twilight looked between each of the guards’ faces. She didn’t see enemies. She didn’t see monsters. She only saw ponies.

    You doom yourself, it said. If you let them take you, you doom your friends, your family, your subjects, all those you pledged to protect, all those you ever loved, you doom them all to ignorant servitude for the rest of their lives. Do you no longer care about your friends?

    Twilight’s eyes stung and her vision went blurry as she fought back tears. Of course she still cared about her friends. She wanted to help them. More than anything she wanted to free them. But this… She didn’t know if this was the right thing to do.

    “You leave me no other choice.” The Captain sighed. “Restrain her.”

    Four sets of hooves instantly seized Twilight and held her tight. Only a moment later, she felt a magic inhibitor slip over her horn and ropes wrapped around her wings.

    Fight back! it screamed.

    Twilight only shook her head. “I don’t know what to do…”

    “Walk,” the Captain ordered.

    The bat ponies pressed to Twilight’s sides began marching forward, forcefully pushing her ahead along with them. All she saw was a mess of dark coats and armor, and all she heard was the beat of hooves marching in formation and the rustling of armor. She resigned herself to their grip.

    Suddenly, the claws were in Twilight’s head. They tore at her skull as wildly as a rat desperately trying to escape from a trap.

    Pitful! Weak!

    Twilight screamed. She heard the claws scraping and scratching and tearing at the bone, ripping her skull apart piece by piece. Pathetic fool! A sharp ringing filled her ears and her vision blurred. She stumbled, pushing one of the guards aside by accident.

    “I said restrain her!” she heard the Captain yell.

    The claws would break through her skull any moment, she could tell. They threw themselves against the walls of her head so violently she could hear them crack.

    You have doomed yourself!

    The pain was overwhelming. She couldn’t think. She could feel the hooves of the Guards on her, feel the burn of their ropes on her legs and wings. She had fallen on the floor at some point, she couldn’t remember when.

    “I don’t know what to do,” she whispered. She couldn’t hurt the bat ponies, even now. She knew she had betrayed all of her friends, but she just couldn’t raise a hoof against these ponies who hadn’t done anything wrong. The claws scraped harder, and the pain worsened.

    Then let us help you, it whispered to her over the shrieking of the claws on bone. Give your magic to us. We can help you save your friends.

    “I…” She felt herself being dragged across the hard stone floor of the Castle hall. She writhed on the floor, throes of pain wracking her body, hearing the claws squeal across her skull. She tasted blood.

    Let us save you, it pleaded. Let us help you save your friends. You cannot do this alone. Give your magic to us.

    The pain diminished some.

    It was impossible take control of another’s magic by force. However, it could be given freely, if the other knew how to control it. It was one of the very few studies of magic expressly forbidden by the Princesses. In school, it had been ingrained in Twilight’s head to never give up control of her own magic, or to take control of another’s. Punishments for breaking such rules were dire, and that didn’t even taken into consideration the danger involved in the act itself. Some warned that a skilled magic user could take control of a unicorn’s entire body through their magic.

    There is no other way. We do this only to protect you, to protect your friends.

    “Okay…” The pain diminished more. As the guards dragged Twilight across the floor, she reached into herself, and let go of her magic. She set it free for anyone to take the reigns.

    Good.

    She felt something else, something that wasn’t her, grasp her magic as its own.

    She felt her magic immediately begin to coalesce in her chest. It was the strangest sensation to feel her magic move unbidden, outside of her own control. It was a feeling similar to if her legs had suddenly begun deciding for themselves which direction they would walk.

    Close your eyes, it whispered. The magic continued gathering in her chest. It grew larger and stronger every moment.

    Twilight squeezed her eyes shut. Her chest tingled and burned as the magic boiled together within. It stirred together like stew in a pot. Blistering fire and scorching lightning swirled inside of her, pulsing up and down her legs along with her heartbeat.

    Only the most powerful spells needed this amount of magical buildup. Few unicorns could gather so much without harming themselves. Twilight didn’t know what it was planning to do, but she only hoped the bat ponies wouldn’t be hurt.

    She felt herself being raised off the floor and into the air.

    “What’s she doing?” she heard one of the Night Guard ask.

    She continued rising in the air, the magic still growing.

    “Why isn’t the magical inhibitor working?” another asked, behind her this time.

    Twilight kept her eyes closed, but the magic being emanated from her horn was so bright she could still see its glow from behind her eyelids. It pulsed and bubbled with the magic building inside her. It neared her breaking point. Even she couldn’t wield this much magic at once.

    “I told you to restrain her!” Nightwing roared.

    “Get ba—”

    Suddenly, the magic surged upwards. She winced as lightning shot up her chest in an instant, up her neck in another, beneath her face, and finally into her horn. The magical inhibitor melted, and the magic released.

    Keep your eyes closed. It is better if you do not see this.

    The back of Twilight’s eyelids lit up with an incredibly bright white light. She couldn’t have opened her eyes even if she wanted to, the light shined so intensely. The guards fell silent.

    Then someone screamed. Twilight didn’t know if it was her or one of the Night Guard. Another scream soon followed the first, piercing the quiet like a knife’s edge. And then another. A dozen more after that, arising together in a sickly chorus. Then they all came at once, cries of absolute terror and pain, echoing in Twilight’s ears again and again. She could feel each scream hit her, like being slapped repeatedly. She winced and cringed away from them, but she couldn’t escape those pained cries.

    Something touched her, a hoof, grabbing at her legs. She cried out and tried to kick it away, but it held fast, reaching higher, trying to pull her down.

    Away with you! it bellowed.

    The hall had suddenly become very hot, as if a fire had been lit mere inches away from her face, and she smelled something like marshmallows being burnt over a campfire. The hooves holding her fell away.

    She heard other sounds among the screams. The crackle and pop of a fire. Bits of conversation shouted back and forth, panicked and furious. Hooves running across stone floor. Clangs of metal. Sickening crunches of something hard being broken. The flapping of wings. The tearing of something soft and sinewy. Sloshing, slippery sounds as if someone were mopping the floor.

    Then crying, abruptly cut short.

    The screams stopped. Just as suddenly as they had arisen, they fell into silence.  The light dimmed and Twilight felt her body lowering. Her hooves gently rested on the stone floor.

    Do not open your eyes, it whispered.

    Twilight sniffed. The stench of something burnt singed her nose. She cocked her head to the side, listening. She heard a strained, gurgling sound, and a steady drip drop, drip drop of what sounded like raindrops falling into a pool of water. She heard no sign of the Night Guard. She assumed they had been scared away by whatever her magic had done.

    That must have been what happened, she assured herself. The drip drop, drip drop lingered.

    Walk forward, but keep your eyes closed, it whispered soothingly. You must reach the Sunchamber now.

    Twilight nodded and stepped forward. Her hoof landed in a puddle with a little splash. Twilight froze.

    She felt her hoof lay in a pool of something wet, and warm, and thick. Nausea and burning bile rose in Twilight’s throat. She swallowed it back down, but it left an awful taste on her tongue. She could barely hear her own breathing over the sound of the steady drip drop, drip drop that rang out from all around her, like a pair of clanging church bells that tolled more violently with every wrench of the cord.

    She wanted to step back, to get out of that puddle of she-didn’t-know-what, to turn and run away, to be anywhere but in that hall with that perpetual drip drop, drip drop. But something held her back and kept her hoof stuck in that puddle, no matter how hard she strained. Something inside of herself that wasn’t her held her fast. She tried instead to flare her wings and fly away, but the same something bound her wings to her sides. Her breath came faster.

    You must go on. You cannot stop now, it told her.

    Twilight swallowed again, trying to bring steady her breath.

    Now walk.

    Twilight took one final deep breath, and stepped forward. Her hoof landed with another splash. She did all she could to ignore the warm fluid around her hooves, to think about anything but its clinging touch. She stepped forward again, and another splash, and then once again, and another splash. She went one step at a time, and with each step a splash. The gurgling sound grew louder. She had almost forgotten about it among the drip drop, drip drops and the splashes and the burnt stink in her nose.

    It continued growing louder, and Twilight realized she must be getting closer to its source. It couldn’t have been more than a foot away, now. As she walked and splashed, the gurgling sound suddenly erupted into a storm of sputtering gags and coughs, just by her side.

    Twilight froze. The sputtering, gurgling something splashed loudly as if it were thrashing about in the puddles, desperately trying to stand, or run, or crawl. Twilight felt an unbidden flare of magic pass through her horn. Then the gurgling something fell silent once and for all. All that was left were the drip drop, drip drops, the burnt stink, and the sound of her own heavy breaths.

    Walk, it told her.

    Twilight walked again, faster than before, her eyes still screwed shut. The splashes of her hooves grew louder the faster she walked and she walked faster in response.

    There was something in the puddles beneath her. She felt little things in the puddles, soft things like bits of pulp in fruit juice. The largest were only the size of small rocks and squished beneath her hooves every other step. Some of it felt hard like sandstone, but still easily cracked and shattered to dust when stepped on. Occasionally, in the deepest pools of the slop, where it rose over her hooves so she had to slosh her way through, her legs stumped into hard pieces of metal. Some were as big as her head and very nearly tripped her each time she clanged into one.

    She walked faster still, breaking into a full trot with the drip drop, drip drops all around her and the splashing and squishing and crunching beneath her and the burnt stink in her nose.

    Abruptly, as she ran through darkness, a great drop of the something warm, and wet, and thick fell on her head. It seeped into her mane just as another fell on her earlobe, spilling down into her ear and trickling down the side of her neck.

    Twilight screamed. She galloped, eyes shut. She raced forward as fast as her legs could go. Her hooves splashed so fiercely through the puddles that they spattered the warm, wet something onto her belly and chest. More and more drops of it fell onto her head and ears and face and back, and squished and crunched beneath her, and she sprinted faster ahead.

    The hall shouldn’t have been this long. There couldn’t have possibly been this much of the something she-didn’t-know-what on the floor and ceiling. This shouldn’t have been, couldn’t have been possible. But the hall didn’t end, the something didn’t diminish. Twilight ran faster.

    She ran harder than she ever thought she had before, taking in great big heavy breaths of the burnt stink as she went that made her eyes water even when they were closed. She ran into a deep puddle, straight into something both hard and soft. She stumbled over it, and fell.

    She cried out and held a wet hoof up to protect her face just as her head and chest splashed through the puddle and hit the hard stone of the floor beneath.

    The warm, and wet, and thick something was all over her. She raised her head out of the puddle and gasped, and it spilled down her head and face and into her mouth, tasting like copper and rust. Desperately, she coughed the blood back out. Because that was what is was. It was blood and she couldn’t pretend it was anything else anymore. It was warm, and wet, and thick and it was blood, and it was the blood of the ponies who had just spoken to her, touched her, and it had been in them, and now it was in her mouth and in her eyes and in her nose and in her ears, and in her mane, and all over her face, and dripping into puddles on the floor from the ceiling and down her neck, and that something hard and soft she had tripped on had been one of them, and that burnt stink in her nose was him, and now what had been inside him was on and in her.

    Twilight’s chest heaved violently. Her eyes opened and she saw red, nothing but red. Her chest heaved again, and bile and vomit burned up her throat and onto her tongue. She vomited into the red puddle at her hooves, taking deep breaths between heaves of her gut. Even as she vomited, she kicked at the blood around her, mixing with her stinking bile, desperate to get it away from her. She clawed at her face, trying to rub away the blood that dripped down her forehead and stung her eyes. But her hooves were dripping with it and she only spread more red warmth over herself. She screamed, the shriek of it ripping through her throat, and vomited again, and tried to kick it away. She slipped and her head splashed into the puddle again and bounced off the stone.

    Twilight’s chin ached and her vision had gone blurry. She blinked, and slowly her eyes cleared. In the red, lying just in front of her nose, she saw shining silver armour overlaid with constellations twisted around something blackened and burnt.

    Twilight cried, hot tears streaking the red on her face. She had done this. She had killed him, Nightwing. She tried to kick and crawl away, but only slipped again, and cried harder.

    Enough! it roared in her head.

    Twilight only shook her head and cried. She kept kicking, kept trying to run away.

    We said enough! it roared again.

    Twilight’s legs suddenly fell still of their own accord. But she still shook.

    You must calm yourself.

    “I killed them!” Twilight said.

    Yes.

    Twilight’s head sunk, and she cried again. “No…”

    Surely you knew sacrifices would need to be made? it whispered quietly. Surely you knew you could not not do this with your hooves still clean?

    Twilight shook her head. “I wanted to help them.”

    You are, and you can, it assured her. A millenia of tyranny cannot be ended without some blood being spilled. What happened to these ponies is a tragedy, but it is nothing before the tragedy of letting all those you swore to protect live in servitude for the rest of eternity.

    “But what about—”

    They sacrificed themselves for your cause, though they did not know it. They are heroes. They will be grieved and they will not be forgotten. When this is done, they will be honored and celebrated as heroes.

    Twilight opened her eyes. “Honored?”

    Yes, of course, it answered. But would you render their sacrifice meaningless? This must be done. You are the only one who can save them. Would you throw it all away now when you are so close?

    “I…” Twilight hesitated.

    Would you condemn your family and friends to their fates? Would you dishonor these brave ponies in death by giving up now?

    Twilight swallowed. “No.”

    Good. You are their protector. You will save them. You know how important what you are doing is, yes? No one else can. Only you.

    Twilight nodded, sniffling.

    You are a slave, and they were slaves. They would be alive if not for her. You remember what she has done to you, yes?

    Twilight nodded again.

    She sewed herself into your mind, manipulated you, controlled you, laid out your destiny before you had even uttered your first word. Your friends too, are hers. But no longer. You will end this.

    Twilight’s tears began to dry, being replaced by hot, bitter anger. She hadn’t killed them, The Sun had. If it hadn’t been for her, none of this would have happened. She would do this for them, for all of them, for all those who had fallen for her schemes and ill designs. She would end this.

    Are you ready?

    “Yes,” Twilight answered immediately, without the slightest hesitation.

    Good, it purred. Then close your eyes.

    Twilight steeled her face and closed her eyes.

    She felt her magic wash through her coat. It traveled from her horn to her hooves, pushing away the blood and the vomit and the tears. When it had finished tickling her coat and dispersed away into the air, she felt clean and fresh again, as if she had just stepped out of a hot shower.

    Are you ready to go on? it asked.

    Twilight took a deep breath and nodded. She stepped forward, very slowly, and then stopped again. She held her hoof just above the floor. Just beneath her, she knew, lay the pooling red warmth.

    Now, it said curtly. There is no time for this.

    Her hoof abruptly lowered. She cringed, waiting for the warm splash that would accompany her every step.

    Her hoof fell on dry stone. Twilight padded at the floor. All she felt was stone. Surprised, she opened her eyes.

    Stop! it shouted.

    Twilight’s eyes instantly shut again, before she could see more than just a blurry outline of the hall.

    You cannot look.

    Twilight frowned. “Why?”

    Trust us. You cannot look.

    Twilight hesitated, and then nodded.

    She thought she heard something almost like a laugh.

    Then walk, it said.

    Twilight walked. She went slowly this time, careful to keep from stumbling. With every step she expected her hoof to splash in something warm, to squish on something soft, to crunch on something fragile, to stump into something hard. She expected to hear the drip drop, drip drop, or the pained gurgling again. But, nothing.

    Even the burnt stink had gone. The hall felt, sounded, and smelled just as it always had, as if nothing had happened at all. Perhaps she had simply moved away from the mess? Either way, she walked easily forward. She never even so much as bumped into one of the walls or tripped on one of the cracks in the floor. It was as if some knowing, guiding force haunted her legs.

    Stop, it said.

    Twilight stopped, one hoof held raised and still in the air.

    You are here, it exclaimed. Open your eyes.

    Twilight opened her eyes, and saw the wooden door of the Sunchamber before her. It looked the same as every other door in the Castle. Only a simple insignia carved into its center separated it from the others, a circle surrounded by by flares. The symbol of the Sun.

    Twilight had never gone this far. When she first began having the dreams, just after journeying with Luna beneath the mountain, she had avoided this place. She hadn’t even been willing to do so much as glance in its direction for fear of waking the dreamed fires. This place, the place where her dreams always ended.  

    When she had realized what the dreams meant, what she had to do, she had tried to come here. But always, she had failed. Every time, doubts and fears had arisen that held her back.

    This time, though, she had reached the door. And now here she stood, it mere inches from her nose. There was some irony at play in this, she mused. All those times when the path had been open, she had been stopped by her own worries. But this time, when so many had tried to keep her back, she had finally reached the end.

    This is what they gave their lives for, it said. For you to be here. For you to do this.

    Yes, Twilight decided. This was for them. For all of them. She thought of Nightwing, and smiled. This was for him and for all of her other friends. She turned back to look for him.

    Stop! it cried.

    A feeling like ice gripped Twilight’s neck. She froze, halfway through the act of turning.

    We told you not to look back, it whispered, like a hissing snake.

    “I—I’m sorry,” Twilight stammered. “I forgot!” She tried to jerk her neck back, but her muscles were frozen. Her throat began to feel numb.

    You no longer have the luxury of forgetting, it chided. Warmth returned to Twilight’s neck. Any mistake could lead to the loss of everything you have worked for.

    Feeling returned to Twilight’s neck. She turned away from the hall and towards the door. It was right, of course. She couldn’t play around any longer. She had to do this, and she had to do it right. “I understand.”

    Then go in.

    Twilight’s magic opened the door.

    She stepped inside. Even as it closed behind her, she didn’t notice that she hadn’t been the one who summoned the magic to manipulate the door.

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Rainbow Dash has been dating Pinkie Pie for nearly a month and, in spite of Pinkie’s objections, is keeping the affair a secret from the rest of their friends. Deciding she's had enough, Pinkie Pie throws a party announcing their relationship.

First Published
20th Aug 2012
Last Modified
21st Aug 2012
#1 · 113w, 1d ago · · · Part 1 ·

Hmmm.... interesting.  Somewhat cliche in a few aspects but then its hard to avoid those now a days.  Still, as long as Dash doesn't break her wings and Twilight doesn't become an Alicorn we should be good. :rainbowlaugh:  

Gotta say I do like what I see though.  No grammar or spelling errors that I noticed, the plot and pacing seems to be coming along quite nicely, and everypony has been in character so far.  :twilightsmile:  Good job!  Will certainly be favoriting.

#2 · 113w, 1d ago · · · Part 1 ·

Good story so far, I will read more and I'd love to see more from you :twilightsmile:

#3 · 113w, 1d ago · · · Part 1 ·

Thumbs up.

#4 · 113w, 1d ago · · · Part 3 ·

Mr Cake getting all protective and trying to act tough? Oh god, that's a beautiful touch. Loving this.

#5 · 113w, 1d ago · · · Part 1 ·

Seems nice so far, I'll keep an eye on it.

#6 · 113w, 1d ago · · · Part 3 ·

Mr. Cake, tough man? Wow. And he almost called Pinkie his daughter, aww. This story is really good. How RD is taking everyones reactions the wrong way, the way you have characterized everyone, it's brilliant. I love it. Please update soon.

#7 · 113w, 1d ago · · · Part 4 ·

>>1120928

Yup, no matter how poorly I might do anything I else, I can always take comfort in the fact that I'm  a good speller.:raritywink:

#8 · 113w, 13h ago · · · Part 4 ·

This was a very nice story! Nothing groundbreaking, but I liked it very much. Which is kinda strange, since I don't usually like "coming out" stories in the world of ponies (my personal headcanon is that sexual orientation can not be an issue in a society as inherently tolerant as Equestria).

If this was your first fanfic, as your profile seems to indicate, I really think you should write more - you've got talent!:pinkiehappy:

#9 · 113w, 5h ago · · · Part 3 ·

I'd be all for Mr. Cake stepping it up a notch, if he hadn't made her cry. :ajbemused: You make a girl cry and you ain't no tough-guy, you're just a dick.

“If you ever hurt my dau- uh… Pinkie Pie ever again, I’ll… I’ll…” Carrot Cake racked his brain. What could he do? “I’ll make you wish you hadn’t!” he said threateningly.

Points for trying, and it's a nice sentiment, but Dash would break him in the event of any serious retaliation. Moreover, Dash was clearly traumatized by the whole 'fillyfooler' thing, and something like that doesn't just go away overnight; if he honestly thinks there won't be a few lonely nights ahead for our favorite couple, his brain is made of frosting.

#10 · 112w, 6d ago · · · Part 3 ·

>>1123088

:twilightsmile:

>>1123426

Why thank you!

>>1132048

It's the thought that counts, right?

#11 · 112w, 6d ago · · · Part 4 ·

>>1129006

This is my first, glad you enjoyed it. Onwards and upwards! :pinkiehappy:

#12 · 112w, 6d ago · · · Part 4 ·

Well this was fun. The part that stood out the most was "I’m on a Boat but I Don’t Want to be on a Boat". :pinkiecrazy:

I agree with >>1129006 that the coming out genre kinda doesn't jive with how I see Equestria at anyrate. Still, it had some very cute moments. Some of the dialogue seemed slightly off. The one that sticks in my head is Pinkie saying "obviously" instead of "well duh" or so.

>“Obviously, you sleep over like every night,” Pinkie responded, rolling her eyes.

But that's minor.

Look forward to seeing more of your stuff.

#13 · 112w, 5d ago · · · Part 4 ·

Eeyup, this was a good one! My favorite part was probably how protective Mr. Cake got and how he almost called Pinkie his daughter. That was really sweet. Seeing one-sided RariDash throughout the story was also interesting. I really do agree with Kits and Arrrg about the whole homosexuality thing, but that's a really personal issue and does nothing to detract from the quality of the story.

Anyway, you truly did a great job! Hope you'll write more RainbowPie in the future!

#14 · 112w, 5d ago · · · Part 4 ·

>>1140425

The fact that you took the time to read this story and then actually leave a comment, sort of made my entire week. You're such a great writer!

Fanboy outburst aside, yeah, it's always those little details that seem to get me.

>>1141912

And to think I was that close to taking that whole bit with Mr. Cake out at the last second, very glad I  decided to leave it in. I love the RainbowPie ship, so if I was ever to actually write another fic, it would probably be more Rainbow Pie.

#15 · 112w, 5d ago · · · Part 4 ·

>>1141912

I'm torn. I really like RariDash as a concept. In fact, I have two ideas. One is List-like in that it's pure interaction based on show stuff that doesn't require anything new be created. One is almost Games We Play like. I'm torn because I have List's sequel infodump at 2 pages. I wish I could write all the fics :|

>>1143924

More Rainbow Pie! DO IT!

DOOOOOO IT!

Best ship need more shipping.

#16 · 112w, 5d ago · · · Part 4 ·

>>1144298 Hmm.. That actually sounds rather interesting. And a story which is (almost) like The Games We Play certainly sounds intriguing.

And yes, Kits, I also wish you could write all the fics ;)

>>1143924 I'd certainly love to see more from you! And as Kits said, the greatest ship in history requires more stories :pinkiehappy:

#17 · 112w, 15h ago · · · Part 4 ·

Coming out story doesn't make much sense in Equestria, yadda yadda yadda.  Anyway, I thought you did a really good job on this, aside from the coming out thing you were able to avoid most of the tropes that have started bugging me with mlp shipping, plus you wrote all the characters quite well.  Keep on writing.

#18 · 112w, 5h ago · · · Part 4 ·

>>1174604

A few people have mentioned the whole 'coming out shouldn't be a problem in Equestria.' I'd like to mention that the only pony who seems to have any problem with Dash's sexuality in this fic is Dash herself. And she can hardly be considered a reliable narrator.

Anyway, thanks for commenting, glad you enjoyed it.

#19 · 111w, 6d ago · · · Part 4 ·

>>1177244

True but she still learned it somewhere, ultimately its easy for us to imagine it happening since there is still a stigma against it currently in the real world but there were societies and times where it was just as accepted as hetero sexuality.  My take on it is that ultimately the reason we have the stigma is because of the big three religions and the fact that a persons first experience with anything related to homosexuality will probably be some moron yelling about it being immoral or a sin.  I can't really see Celestia having anything against it, but then again it does make for a compelling story even if I don't see it making much sense, when its written well and you did a good job with it.

In short have a happy Pinkie.  :pinkiehappy:

#20 · 111w, 4d ago · · · Part 2 ·

I'm pretty sure this,

“I heard a sound at the window and I thought ‘Must be a tree’ but then I remembered that there are no trees by that window."

should say this,

“I heard a sound at the window and I thought ‘Must be a tree’ but then I remembered that Fluttershy said she would be at the library today."

Just thought I'd correct a simple error. :trollestia:

I kid, I kid, but it would be a very cool change! Great job so far! :pinkiehappy:

#21 · 111w, 4d ago · · · Part 4 ·

>>1191649

:facehoof:

I'll admit though, I laughed.

#22 · 111w, 21h ago · · · Part 4 ·

Juts finished the whole thing now in one sitting, here's a few thoughts I had bouncing around.

Nothing too original about the theme; it's a cute romance comedy ship between Pinkie and RD, but as far as comedy romances go this was a fun read. I liked that you managed to work in the entire cast as well, and their personalities became a great foil for the two stars. Especially Twilight, who's repeated blunt indiscretions is really the catalyst for the entire thing. Everyone was really in great form - and for some reason the image of Rarity attempting to impart romance advice to Pinkie while they waited in the barn was too cute.

If I would have liked to have seen anything done differently, I would have seen Pinkie make Rainbow work for her forgiveness near the end. Pinkie is head-over-heels for RD and she has a thin skin for rejection - having RD insult and embarrass her at a party that she was throwing just for her should have cut really deep.

That being said, I can still enjoy a light-hearted romance without too much drama, and this story accomplished that admirably. A good read and a thumbs-up over all.

#23 · 110w, 6d ago · · · Part 4 ·

>>1217457

Pinkie being angry with Dash is something I never really considered. She's always so bouncy and cheerful, even after watching Party of One and The Last Roundup, I still have a very hard time imagining her being upset with one of her friends.

Oh well, glad you enjoyed it.

#24 · 110w, 2d ago · · · Part 2 ·

“I can give you all the secs you need now, Dashie!”

I know I heard this exact joke somewhere. :rainbowlaugh:

#25 · 110w, 2d ago · · · Part 4 ·

Now then... what's going to happen to Rarity?

#26 · 110w, 2d ago · · · Part 4 ·

I'm on a Boat, and I Don't Want to be on a Boat, now in paperback!

#27 · 110w, 2d ago · · · Part 2 ·

Dammit, Pinkie:facehoof:

#28 · 110w, 2d ago · · · Part 1 ·

I'm on a Boat But I Don't Want to be on a Boat:rainbowlaugh:

#29 · 110w, 2d ago · 1 · · Part 2 ·

I have an idea of what will happen next.

Rarity: TWILIGHT WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SO DIRECT!

Twilight: I WAS CURIOUS!

Rarity: GO HAVE SEX IF YOUR CURIOUS. BY GOD DON'T ASK PINKIE PIE ANYTHING!!!!!

Twilight: why?

Rarity: the fourth wall.....

Twilight: What?

Rarity: THE FOURTH WALL! :rainbowlaugh:

#30 · 110w, 2d ago · · · Part 4 ·

>>1248679

I think Rarity has found a good apple, if you know what I mean

#31 · 110w, 2d ago · · · Part 4 ·

>>1249054

Possibly! What I wanna know is... how will that work out?

#32 · 110w, 2d ago · · · Part 4 ·

Very nice, well written and a fun read. I especially liked Mr. Cake's part, gave me flashbacks to Mr. and Mrs. Cake's relationship with Pinkie in A Sweet Taste of Cake.

Have a thumb and a watch.

#33 · 110w, 2d ago · · · Part 1 ·

Wait, has twilight not asked tootsie flute about her moms? Or was she just that dense. :facehoof:

(Common fanon is she's lyra and bon bons daughter)

#34 · 110w, 2d ago · · · Part 4 ·

>>1249124

I actually was considering writing a RariJack semi sequel. Maybe I still will someday.

>>1248683

You're silly.  

>>1249982

Why, thank you! :twilightsmile:

And oh my gosh, this reached a thousand views. :pinkiegasp: I don't even know how to react.

#35 · 110w, 2d ago · 1 · · Part 2 ·

>>1248387

I'm certain I heard it somewhere else before too. But for the life of me, I can't remember where.

>>1248739

:pinkiesad2:

>>1248888

GO HAVE SEX IF YOUR CURIOUS.

:rainbowlaugh: That is just perfect.

#36 · 110w, 2d ago · · · Part 1 ·

>>1248813

That's no laughing matter. :twilightangry2:

>>1250492

I'm gonna go with she's just that dense.

#37 · 110w, 2d ago · · · Part 4 ·

>>1250580

Twilight: Oh hi Tootsie!

Tootsie Flute: Heya Twilight, whatcha doing?

Twilight: Great, actually. How is your mom!

Tootsie Flute: Well, mom is kind of angry with mommy, and mommy thinks that "There is nothing wrong with liking humans!"

Twilight: :twilightsmile: Ok. *beat* :twilightoops: What?.... Ah well, its not important.

#38 · 110w, 2d ago · · · Part 1 ·

>>1250580

No, you're right, involuntary navalism is a serious affliction that affects tens of ponies each day, and I should not make light of those who suffer from it.

#39 · 110w, 2d ago · · · Part 4 ·

*Long Review Warning*

Chapter 1:

I'm admittedly not an avid fanfic reader yet, and this is only the third shipping fic or so I've read.  So I know that there's a ton of shipping fics, so I can't judge for originality, but as far as I can tell, this story does a promising job so far.

Good mature writing style, good varied sentence structure, and good vocab too.  Good job setting the scene with Rainbow coming in for gift wrap, it builds up subtle tension very well and revealing her underlying hopes.  I really enjoyed Fluttershy's consolatory dialogue, gives a real sense of her gentle empathy.   The story also sets up nice mysteries for future chapters.  

No major critiques.  Twilight is a bit overly boorish for the sake of the story's advancement, but that's to be expected I guess.  Only thing that stuck out to me -the book names at the start were too meta.  "I'm on a boat but don't to be."

Good stuff!  I write long reviews because I enjoy reading the stories.

#40 · 110w, 2d ago · · · Part 4 ·

I liked it. The grammar, the flow, the characterization, all pretty good. Thanks for the nice read! :twilightsmile: I look forward to reading more from you. :yay:

#41 · 110w, 1d ago · · · Part 2 ·

Trying soooo hard right now to avoid bursting out laughing as I sit in the college common area.

The implied Rarity crush is great and oblivious Twilight is always hilarious.

#42 · 110w, 1d ago · · · Part 4 ·

I liked the story overall but felt that the first two chapters were better. Yay implied Rarijack. The section at the end was good "stupid novels". Fourth unconnected sentence in a row.

#43 · 110w, 1d ago · · · Part 4 ·

Hey! Congratulations on the EqD listing. I doubt my contribution was the tipping point, but :twilightsheepish:

Might have to take another peek at the revised version.

#44 · 110w, 1d ago · · · Part 4 ·

>>1251855

I'm very glad you enjoyed it!

>>1253374

If you'll allow me to self indulge, I thought the second part was miles ahead of the rest, and easily the part I enjoyed writing the most. A savory meat slapped between some stale bread and cheesy cheddar.

>>1253689

Now that I think about it, I really should have given you some formal credit somewhere. Your comments dramatically improved the fic. Sorry about that. :fluttershysad:

I never thought in a million years this was good enough to get past the EqD pre readers. I may or may not have jumped out of my chair and started dancing when I got the confirmation email. :rainbowwild:

#45 · 110w, 1d ago · · · Part 4 ·

>>1254192

We are all entitled to our own opinions (but you as the author are more entitled than the rest)

I feel bad that I didn't like it more, it seems like you poured your heart and soul into this story.

#46 · 110w, 1d ago · · · Part 4 ·

Very good story Equ-us. Please Create more of these... :D

#47 · 110w, 1d ago · · · Part 4 ·

Very good story Equ-us. Please Create more of these... :D

#48 · 110w, 1d ago · · · Part 4 ·

>>1254489

I don't know about heart and soul, but I did spend an absolutely ridiculous amount of time working on it. About four months or so (I'm very slow).

>>1254729

Thank you! :twilightsmile: I'd love to write another someday.

#49 · 110w, 23h ago · · · Part 4 ·

This.

This was an asskickingly good story.

5/5 :moustache::moustache::moustache::moustache::moustache:

#50 · 110w, 22h ago · · · Part 4 ·

First fanfic i've read start to finish in about 8 months. I will admit my sole reason for reading it was because it dealt with a GLBQT crisis/issue which I am writing about it my own fic(So yes I read this for research purposes). However, I was ecstatically surprised at how well you wrote both pinkie pie's character as being in a relationship yet still maintaining her pinkieness, and then even more so at the back story you were able to inject for why RBD was uncomfortable in coming out, and how you did it in such a short fanfiction. Of another surprise that you managed to pull off despite the length of the fanfic was the SPOILERS: (What I am presuming was rarity actually liking rainbow dash and that strong hint right near the end that was actually minorly hinted at throughout the interaction between the two throughout the story..very crafty and well executed) SPOILERS END.

All in all, I'm most impressed with how much you managed to cram in narrative wise for such a (relatively) short story. Kudos to you for a wonderful story :)

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