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MLP Time Loops - Saphroneth



Twilight Sparkle has been here before. In fact, she's been here so often she's thoroughly bored. Time Loop stories for Equestria.

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MLP Loops 105

105.1

Fluttershy cleared her throat, making a tiny ahem noise. “Er... Mister Iron Will?”

The Minotaur pointed at her. “Yes?”

She fluttered her wings frantically, hovering slowly up so she could see better over the crowd. “I had a few questions.”

“Go on,” Iron Will said, nodding.

“Well... I was a little worried.” Fluttershy frowned. “When you're telling ponies how to be assertive... it sounded a lot like a way to turn them into bullies.”

“Outrageous!” Iron Will replied. “I teach ponies how to stand up, not knock others down!”

“I understand that.” Fluttershy raised a hoof, and made a tiny gesture, waggling it back and forth. “But the distinction's important, and I'm not sure it has enough attention paid to it.”

She expanded on the point. “So... if I walked into a restaurant, and I wanted to book a table, and they rudely said no... what should I do?”

Iron Will slammed a hoof on the floor. “You should get in their face, so you can get a place!”

“And sometimes, that would work.” Fluttershy nodded. “It's better than just not following up at all, perhaps. But what if they really do have no places left, and the staff were just rude because they were working so hard?”

She shrugged. “I think your style is important. I know I'm not very assertive sometimes, goodness knows. But it only really works if the other pony isn't as assertive as you... and that means that it's sometimes just a big shouting match.”

Iron Will frowned.

“All I'm saying is, I think you should pay attention to when to be assertive, and when not to be assertive,” Fluttershy continued. “You don't need to spend much time on it, just... make it clear that the distinction exists.”

“I see.” The motivational speaker mulled that over, then nodded. “Thank you. I believe I will take your advice.”

“Oh...” Fluttershy shrugged. “It was nothing, really...”

She paused. “Oh, and that was just me being polite.” A smile spread over her face. “I don't need to be taught how to be assertive there, it'd just be rude...”


“That was interesting to hear,” Twilight observed.

“Thank you,” Fluttershy replied. “I think having all these instincts means that I pay attention to things like that. It wouldn't do any good to react like a pony would when another wolf comes bounding over, or like an eagle would when Angel Bunny bounces over...”

“Foolishly try to attack and get pounded into tar?” Twilight suggested.

“Yes, that's the one,” Fluttershy agreed earnestly. “And it's the same thing with mister Iron Will. He teaches an important lesson, but it's not the one some people need to learn, and it's certainly not the only thing you should apply. That just makes you... well...”

Twilight eyed her. “Were you about to say Rainbow Dash?”

Fluttershy blushed. “Maybe?”


105.2 (Masterweaver)

A few seconds after the final scream, the seneschal slowly slid his snout around the doorframe and carefully observed the destroyed remnants of the room. His eyes slid to the slumped and haggard pink princess who sat utterly still in the middle of the wreckage.

He cleared his throat. "...you are... quite the polyglot, princess Cadenza."

"Cadance." The correction came automatically, wearily. "Don't... bother asking me to translate, just... don't repeat any words you didn't understand."

"Ah, very well."

After a moment of careful judgement, the seneschal stepped in and slowly made his way toward her. "I take it this is why you asked if anything here was... irreplaceable?"

"Yes. Pretty much, yeah." Cadance shrugged hopelessly. "It's just... love is my thing. Weddings are... I love weddings. But two of my close friends... the first one, they decided that they didn't want a wedding for, basically, political reasons and that's fine." She kicked at what had once been a chair leg. "The second time, though... Discord is the spirit of chaos. Freaking. Chaos. And weddings are kind of permanent things. He is literally incapable of, of walking down the aisle and...."

She broke down crying. "Spike and Rarity were beautiful! Are beautiful! Why doesn't anypony else marry in the loops?! Why just this... I'm so happy but they won't make it official! It's just so, so frustrating and I'm so torn, so torn, and...."

The seneschal, not at all knowing what she was talking about, backed away slowly. Perhaps it was best to find Prince Armor.


105.3 (misterq)

All the ponies came out to look at Twilight's ravaged library. Some were there to offer their support out of friendship or neighborly acquaintance. Others were just scared of Twilight and her spell, one that divested Tirek of all of his magic and launched him back to Tartarus in under a second. One pony, however, was practically bouncing with barely restrained energy.

Twilight looked up from where she was sitting on the cold ground while contemplating her poor house once again, "I suppose that either you have a plan to cheer me up, Pinkie, or some pony has spontaneously gone insane and given you a cup of coffee."

"Coffee?! Where?" Pinkie shook her head rapidly and then cleared her throat, "I mean, I'm here to cheer you up, silly."

"Right. Here's where I'm supposed to ask how, correct?"

"Yup! And to answer your supposed question, I'm supposed to remind you of that time me and Dashie and your library slash Jurian tree ship hybrid flew off into space."

"I remember. Thanks for reminding me," Twilight Sparkle sighed.

"Well after our space adventure, I patched up the tree ship and added a few extras, and then I had Apple Bloom do her thing and then I took it to Rarity so she could toughen it up, and then I went to Berry Punch's house and I don't remember most of the rest of that day for some reason, but here! This is for you," Pinkie shoved a small wrapped gift box at the lavender unicorn.

Twilight cautiously unwrapped the box and opened the lid. A bright glowing light flew out and quickly expanded over her head. Suddenly, a floating duplicate of her library tree was hovering above the ruins of her destroyed one.

Twilight looked at her pink pony friend with happy tears in her eyes.

Pinkie continued talking, "It has all your books, plus copies of every unique book and media thingy we all had in our pockets. It's pretty much indestructible, can heal itself, and will shrink and fit in your pocket before a loop ends, even if you're asleep. It has that fast charging teleport jump drive your old ship had and can even exponentially grow to the size of Applejack's tree fortress ship and back to its regular size again. It's ageless and self repairing and will come when you call, and it's all yours! This way, you will have your home no matter where you are. They say home is where your heart is, but yours will always be in your pocket! And you'll never have to worry about losing it again."

Twilight stood up and tackle-hugged Pinkie to the ground, "Thank you! Thank you, thank you!"

Pinkie just hugged back with a huge smile on her face. These were the moments she lived for.

"You want to take it for a spin, Twilight?" Pinkie said, ignoring the cheering crowd.

Twilight wiped the tears from her eyes and asked, "Space party?"

Pinkie nodded enthusiastically, "Space party! Who wants to come along?"

"Ah'll go!" Applejack's hoof was up in the air. She had been wanting to take a break from the farm for a few loops now.

"Can I come?" Ditzy asked.

"Sure," Twilight waved her over.

"Take care of Dinky for me, Carrot Top," Ditzy told the tired looking orange maned pony next to her, "I'm going into space!"

"Oh!" Pinkie hopped up with an idea, "I can take my new ship. We can all take our spaceships and have a party fleet!"

"You'll need a crew," Lyra came forward, "And I'm practically a crew all by myself."

"Sure you can come, Lyra," the pink pony waved her over, "Musical ponies are always welcome on my new 'Life of the Party 3'!"

"Got room for a DJ?" asked a white unicorn.

"Always, Vinyl!" Pinkie exclaimed and then tossed what looked like a tiny Frisbee into the air. It quickly expanded until a miniature city-sized saucer, as decorated and bedazzled by way of Pinkie Pie, provided shade for the entire town of Ponyville.

"Oh my gosh!" Rainbow Dash flew up into the air, "I'm going to go get that space comfort travel suit that you made for me, Pinkie, and then I'll join you all."

"I think Rarity and I will stick around this time," Spike said.

Rarity nodded in agreement, "Some pony has to make sure Ponyville doesn't fall apart."

"What do you think, Angel bunny? You want to go up there again?" Fluttershy asked.

Angel simply hopped up, farther than any normal rabbit had any right to jump; and then transformed into a white crystalline star-shaped spaceship.

"You know what this means, girls?" Apple Bloom asked.

Then she and her two Awake filly friends shouted at the same time, "Cutie Mark Crusaders Space Explorers!"

And with some shaking of the ground, an unassuming hill on Sweet Apple Acres opened up like a metal flower to reveal an enormous floating red apple surrounded by a thin, narrow ring.

The three princesses folded their wings as they landed in Ponyville. Then, they looked up and stared at the sight of so many spacecraft floating in the air. The ships were now slowly starting to ascend, departing the planet.

"Since when did so many ponies manage to acquire their very own spaceships? It is as though everywhere I now look, there is a pony with their own space going vessel," Princess Luna said and turned to face her sister, only to see that Celestia was now standing on a large floating surfboard.

The white alicorn gave a shrug and an innocent looking smile, "I've had it fitted with a star drive and figured now would be a good time to test it out."

Luna watched as her waving sister surfed up into the sky, "Cadance, it is up to you to make sure the sun rises and sets."

Then the princess of the night immediately sent herself to the moon and started preparations.

Cadance blinked at the weight of her new responsibilities and looked down at the assorted ponies who were now staring at the last remaining princess in Equestria. Then she asked a most logical question, "What.. what just happened?"

There was a cry of, "I'm late!" overhead that was followed by a blue blur trailing a visible rainbow trail behind her.


On board the USS Enterprise, Captain Picard watched silently as a procession that included a floating tree, a pink flying saucer, a crystalline star, a red apple with a Saturn ring around it, an alicorn on a surfboard, the entire MOON, and a blue winged pony dressed as a giant pop-tart all left planetary orbit.

There was a faint twitch in his eye as he stood up from his chair, walked over to the navigation station, turned off the viewscreen, and punched in a course back to the alpha quadrant.

Right before he got onto the turbolift, he turned around to the stunned bridge crew and said, "If anyone needs me, I'll be in ten forward, drinking Guinan's best cognac. That is all."


105.4 (misterq)

"It's okay, Twilight," Cadance told the princess who she used to foalsit. The pink alicorn had come sprinting back from where she had raced off to after they gazed upon Trixie's massive firework, "I managed to stop Trixie and got a different pony to do the ending fireworks on short notice."

"Oh, that's good," said the lavender unicorn, right before a sudden thought struck her, "Er, Cadance? Which pony did you get?"

"Pinkie Pie."

Twilight noticeably paled. If there was ever a looping pony that could wield magic and technology deftly enough to outdo Trixie, it would be Pinkie Pie. Especially if doing so made other ponies happy; like say, with a fireworks display.

"We have to stop-" Twilight raced forward, only to see that she was too late. The pink party pony jammed a tiny little firework into the ground, lit it, and then scampered off.

Twilight looked at Pinkie's creation. It was a small little rocket, the size of something any foal could buy at a common firework stall; much smaller than Trixie's oversized water squirt bottle invitation. Pinkie's minute firework shot up in the air and exploded with a faint popping sound and a few unimpressive sparks.

Cadance looked up at the now darkened sky, then at the grumbling stadium crowd, and finally at Pinkie, "Was that it?"

Pinkie just kept smiling as she put on a pair of sunglasses.

"Oh, birch!" Twilight exclaimed, shutting her eyes and bracing herself to the ground with her magic. She had just realized that she was now standing far too close to ground zero.

"What?" was all Cadance managed to get out before the secondary explosion painted the night sky a blinding shade of white. The shockwave tossed the screaming, flailing alicorn of love into the air and across the stadium while styling every pony's mane back.

"So awesome!" Rainbow Dash exclaimed open mouthed from behind her own set of sunglasses.

Next to her, Trixie just grumbled something about doing better next time.


105.5 (The One Butcher)

"Got the rebreather checked out?"

*squeak*

"Pressure enchantments stable?"

*squeak*

"Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

*squesqueak*

"It's going to be hours before you land."

*sque. squeak.*

"Well, then. I have compensated all our delta v. We are dropping out of orbit into free fall. You'll have to pick up the 1000 km/h horizontal from air friction to match speed with the surface. And don't drop your lead weights too late."

*Squeeeaaak* was the long suffering reply.

"Yeah, yeah, you're a badass. I still can't believe that this is your reaction to finding out about the loops. Well, then, good luck Squirrly."

With that Rainbow gave the flying squirrel a little shove, making it the first non-Looper to ever sky-dive from beyond Lunar Orbit. Maaaple, she loved Tank to bits, but she really missed out in baseline.


105.6 (AnonymousAsk)


Twilight sat down at her desk. It wasn’t the first time she’d replaced Mayor Mare, but last time there’d only been one or two of the others Awake. This time, she was struggling to think of someone who wasn’t Awake, and that was obviously causing problems...

“CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS WEATHER CONTROLLERS! YAY!” Twilight heard a group of fillies shout just outside her window. Then there came an ominous roll of thunder, followed by a deluge of rain that slowly shifted into a blizzard. Twilight sighed, as she pulled out a stack of forms from one of the cabinets behind her.

She had just sat down when she heard another shout from outside “The Great and Powerful Trixie will show Ponyville her true power!” There was a loud explosion from outside, and the snow of the blizzard took on the shades of an aurora. Another pile of paperwork was added to the in tray.

The blizzard finally began to die down, and Twilight opened her window. She hoped the sound of the rain would help soothe the headache she was beginning to develop. Unfortunately, she was greeted by a different sound.

“You are all going to love me!” Fluttershy yelled, as she caused a stampede through the town, and two piles of paperwork appeared. Twilight rubbed her eyes, but she wasn’t mistaken. She looked outside, and saw that the rain was now climbing back into the clouds. However, the puddles weren’t getting smaller, and the rain was made of chocolate.

“For the love of Elderflowers-” Twilight said, her eye twitching. “Did everyone book a stress relief loop or something?”

Then she heard stone wheels out in the street. She leant her head out of the window, and her eyes widened.

“Cupcakes are the best!” Pinkie said, as she aimed her Party Cannon down the street.

“An’ Ah say it’s fritters!” Applejack shouted, aiming her own cannon down the street.

Both fired at the same time, and the resulting explosion deafened Twilight briefly, and resulted in the pile of paperwork in Twilight’s in tray now taking over her entire desk.

Then she noticed the cup of coffee on her desk begin to ripple. At first, it was only one or two, but each time it shook, it shook with more vigour. As her hearing slowly returned, she began to hear pounding footsteps, and a scream. Twilight’s shoulders slumped as she headed for the window again.

Spike, looking like he did on a greed induced growth spurt, walked down Ponyville High Street. As he approached Sugarcube Corner, he leant down and gave off a terrifying roar, the sheer force of which caused Sugarcube Corner to collapse. In his tail, Rarity was still screaming, but was being drowned out by the other noises.

Twilight turned back to her office. It was more paperwork now, than room. Her eyes began to twitch, and she snorted.

“BUCK! THIS!” she shouted to no-one, bucked the desk for good measure, and teleported out of the room, before the paperwork began to spill out of the still open window.

Rarity noticed this and looked up to her husband, who was still wrapped up in his role. She gave him the preassigned signal, and he transformed back to his usual size. He bit his lip when he noticed the result of what happened. He looked around as the other loopers all started to gather in town square, where the Town Hall staff were desperately trying to fight against the now never-ending flood of paperwork.

“I think we may have done a tad too much...” Rarity surmised, and the others nodded in agreement.


105.7 (Bardic Knowledge)

Twilight opened her fridge to get a drink and jumped back. "Gah! Trixie? What are you doing in my fridge?"

"Trixie is unsure... She apologizes for the inconvenience."


"Trixie, I'm trying to read. Get off my head."

"Trixie was outside a few moments ago. How did she get in here?"


Twilight glared into her shopping cart.

"This is getting inconvenient for both of us. Trixie has things she's trying to do."


Later, at Mac's bar...

"So, she just keeps showing up?"

"Yes! Neither of us understand it, she just-" Twilight leaned back from the bar as Trixie appeared again. She stared into space for a moment before she sidled off the bar.

"Better make another. This is looking to be a long Loop."


105.8


“Why am I still wearing a blindfold?” Trixie asked, grumpily.

“I tooooold you, I've got a surpriiiiise,” Chrysalis reminded her.

“At this point, I ponder if the surprise is a new loop,” Trixie said. “How much longer?”

“Not long,” Chrysalis replied. The tone of her voice changed slightly as she walked, and Trixie dutifully followed behind. “Thanks for wearing that dress I picked out, by the way.”

“Well, it's only fair that the Great and Powerful Trixie not clash with her marefriend when she goes out to a meal,” Trixie replied. She frowned. “Or other unspecified event, of course. I am merely assuming that it is a meal.”

Chrysalis sniggered. “Oh, you're going to be so surprised...” By now, her voice echoed slightly. It had an odd character to it, which Trixie couldn't quite interpret. As though they were in a large, but enclosed, space.

“Stop there,” she added, and Trixie stopped. “Back two steps... there. Okay, you know how the Changelings are out in the open this loop?”

Trixie nodded. “Yeah, it was kind of hard to miss when you turned up at my show on the second day. Alongside Celestia and Luna.”

Chrysalis tapped a hoof on what sounded like thick carpet. “Yes, that was entertaining. Nice of you to treat it as a Royal Command Performance.”

“As in, the royals command me to perform,” Trixie completed the tired formula. “Seriously, what's the surprise?”

“Well.” Chrysalis ruffled some paper. Faint music started to play. “I had Ivory look this over – it's valid. This loop, noble consorts are considered of equal rank to the one with whom they consort, regardless of marital status.”

“...I see,” Trixie said, in the tones of one slowly understanding. “Which means-”

The blindfold fell away, neatly sliced through.

Eight thousand changelings burst into song in unison.

Twilight the Priest, and Chrysalis the Queen anointed Trixie Queen,

And all the Changelings rejoiced and said,

Long Live the Queen-


“What.”

Chrysalis sniggered. “The crown looks good on you. I had them make a blue version of mine. Identical except for the highlighting.”

What,” Trixie repeated.

“Sweetie wrote it,” Twilight volunteered. “Called it Twilight the Priest, which I complained about because I'm female, but she said it'd spoil the meter-”

“What?” Trixie turned to her oldest friend. “What?”

“It was a coronation hymn,” Chrysalis volunteered. “An interpretation of – what was it?”

“Zadok the Priest,” Twilight filled in. “I liked it when I heard it, but none of us have a coronation which is worth anything for it. It doesn't work for 'Princess' as a title...”

“...what?”

Chrysalis glanced over at Twilight. “Haven't we answered everything?”

Twilight tapped her chin. “...ah! I know what it is.” She moved in a little closer to Trixie. “We just pranked you with an eight-thousand-voice choral version of a coronation hymn. Also you're now officially co-Queen of the Changelings.”

Trixie nodded, surprisingly calmly. “Why?”

Chrysalis' voice softened. “Because it's the first chance I've had to make this point. I... am by now quite sure that I love you, Trixie Lulamoon. I wanted to show that, and I wanted to do it in a way that was really very impressive.”

She shrugged, a smile playing over her lips. “And this was the best I could get without Cadence lynching us both next time she loops.”

Trixie parsed that sentence. When she next spoke, her voice was a little husky. “You mean-”

“I'd marry you if it was what we wanted,” Chrysalis said simply. “I still don't, but if I thought it'd make you happy I'd ignore that.”

“No, I'm fine without getting married,” Trixie said quickly. “I... gods, this is going to take a moment-”

Chrysalis stepped up. “You don't have to say anything, Trix.” She nuzzled Trixie gently along the cheek. “I know what you're thinking.”

“Then you know how much-” Trixie swallowed. “How much that means to me.”

The matriarch of a race that fed on love embraced the stage magician who'd begun as a drifter, and no further words were spoken for several minutes.

“Of-” Trixie's voice broke. She stopped, worked her mouth for a moment, and started again. “You realize that that coronation had far too few fireworks.”

Chrysalis smiled. “Of course I do. That's why I booked us both a week's holiday on the Antequestrian Islands. Take all the explosives you want, we'll be the only people within a thousand miles of the blast radius.”

“Excellent,” Trixie pronounced, with a grin. She kissed Chrysalis quickly on the neck. “You always remember.”

She then looked around, and frowned. “Twilight? You're awfully-”

Twilight fell over, revealing that there was a cardboard cutout in place of the unicorn. A note was taped to the back.

Chrysalis picked it up, read it quickly, and sniggered.

“What?” Trixie asked.

Her co-ruler passed it over. “Still the same Twilight.”

I'll leave you two to it.

Seriously, I was standing right there! I'm happy for you, but – come on!

- Twilight.

P.S. I recommend Courant Island. It's got a nice beach, twenty acres of prime grass, and a large patch of recent basalt to use as a launch pad.


105.9 (Masterofgames)

Twilight hummed a little musical number she had long ago forgotten the name of as she trotted up the trail to Fluttershy's house. Pausing to knock on the door, she couldn't help but once again wonder what her shy friend was getting up to.

As expected, Fluttershy answered the door.

Rather less expected was the enthusiasm the act was performed with, as well as the white lab coat and boxy goggles Fluttershy was wearing.

"Oh! Twilight! Please, come in! I was just about to put on some tea." she smiled, beckoning the lavender unicorn inside.

As she entered, Twilight noticed several things that were not there previously. For starters, a computer had been set up. In addition to that, bits of metal and half assembled machinery were scattered about, and she was fairly sure that the doctorate certificate on the wall was brand new. "Fluttershy? What's going on? You said you had big plans for this loop, and then you just kind of vanished."

Fluttershy blushed. "Oh, did I? Sorry. I didn't mean to. It's just that things are going so well, and I'm having so much fun!" she giggled. "I went back to school. You can call me Doctor Fluttershy now! Um, you know, unless you would rather call me something else."

Twilight couldn't help but grin. "Well, look at you! First your encyclopedia, and now this! What brought on the quest for knowledge, if I may ask?"

Fluttershy smiled, but shook her head. "Purely a side effect. I visited a very interesting loop, and decided I wanted to try my own spin on it, so I went and got a PHD," she grinned, gesturing to her diploma with pride. "in adorableness!"

Twilight's response was as eloquent as anyone would expect from her.

"What."

"Well I kind of had to. I couldn't have opened the right kind of website without it." Fluttershy shrugged, walking Twilight over to her computer. "I'm trying to be as close to the source material as I can, while still being myself. And really, I think it's been good for me! I can talk to ponies over social media much easier than I can face to face. It's the first truly big step to overcoming my social anxiety!" she beamed. "I'm still not ready to sing for so many yet though, so I'm just doing questions for now. Take a look and tell me what you think!"

Twilight nudged the mouse to disable the screen saver. A moment later, she had to ascend, just so she could facehoof with both forelegs, and both wings. Nothing else would have been an adequate response

"Doctor Adorable's Ask Along Blog. 145,000 followers." she groaned, while Fluttershy hid her mirth at Twilight's reaction behind a hoof.


After indulging Fluttershy in her blogging adventures for the day, Twilight left her to her 'adorable evil plans' and went out to check on Applejack. Pinkie had informed her earlier that Applejack was rapidly approaching the looper version of a midlife crisis.

Upon arriving at the farm, Mac met her at the gate. "Glad ta' see ya' Miss Twilight." he nodded, shifting the stalk of hay in his mouth slightly. "Poor sis seemed to realize that compared to the rest of y'all, she don't really have that much to define her as a looper."

Twilight groaned. "How bad?"

Mac shrugged. "Well, nothin' too destructive yet. She's mostly been tryin' old power 'n skill sets she don't use too often ta' see if she can think of a way ta' make 'em her own. A few actually seem ta' be appealin' to her." He then paused, thought for a moment, then chuckled. "Heh, appealin'. Apple peels. I gotta remember that one."

Twilight let him get it out of her system before she got him back on track. "So... what skill sets is she still deciding on?"

Mac coughed. "Well, believe it or not, ah think her time as Rarity durin' that whole cutie mark swap thing may have left an imprint on her. She mostly seems ta' be workin' with the artsy stuff."

Twilight blinked. "Really? Applejack? Not that I'm criticizing her or anything, because that's great but... I didn't take her as the kind to pick art as a hobby. I figured she would start with apple stuff."

Mac grinned, cleared his throat, and recited in his best Applejack impression. "Ah believe she said somethin' along the lines of, 'Aw, what do you know big brother! I can draw ALL of them apples!'"

Twilight groaned and waited for Mac to get over his case of the giggles again.


Twilight wandered through Sweet Apple Acres looking for Applejack. She had already run into Granny Smith, who had informed her that Applejack had been with her in the kitchen earlier, and managed to trap Twilight for a good fifteen rambling minutes as she told her how proud she was that Applejack was finally taking the time to learn the Apple family Great Cooking Secrets, before wandering off on a tangent involving her early years and a sass-squash.

After finally managing to find a way to escape without hurting Granny Smith's feelings, Twilight ran into Apple Bloom, who informed her that Applejack had also been to see her, but swiftly lost interest when discovering that Apple computers were already a thing, though she did ask a few questions on stasis fields for some reason.

Several long hours of searching later, she finally found Applejack on the edge of the zap apple orchard. She had a half dozen shadow clones out, and all of them were hard at work doing... something. Upon spotting Twilight, one of them ran over, skidding to a stop mere inches from Twilight's face with a frazzled mane, wide eyes, and a somewhat maniacal grin. "Twilight! Glad 'yer here! Ah finally found it! Ah know what ma' place in the loops is!"

Twilight slowly backed away to a more comfortable distance. "That's... great, Applejack!" She grinned awkwardly, getting Apple Bucking Day flashbacks. "Mind sharing how you found it?"

Applejack slid a foreleg around Twilight and yanked her close, side to side, holding her other hoof in the air. "Okay, picture this! Ah never really found somethin' that really spoke ta' me. Spike has the whole Jedi thing, Pinkie's got them Chaos God powers, Flutters is a Druid, an' so on. Well that got me thinkin' about ma' place in the group, an' ah decided ta' find somethin' of ma' own."

Twilight slowly nodded. "Easy enough, you're the dependable one. The one who takes the jobs that we need done no matter what, because you'll GET them done no matter what."

Suddenly Applejack was in Twilight's face again. "Exactly! Ah'm the support! The one who holds the group together with common sense and a dash a' hindsight! So ah got to comparin' us to the loops. An' ya know what supports the loops?!"

There was a lengthy pause. Eventually Twilight came to the conclusion that Applejack wasn't going to continue until she guessed. "Um... the Admins?"

Applejack shook her head. "No, it's other loops! We all have skills and memories that make us who we are today, an' we wouldn't have them if it weren't for tha loops that came before! The PAST supports the loops Twilight, and ah'm gonna make sure we never forget it, an' that any guest loopers can remember it too! Ah'm start'n a loop museum, complete with gift shop!"

Twilight blinked. "A museum? A gift shop?"

Applejack nodded. "Yep, that road trip with Pinkie reminded me that the Apple family has a tradition with keepin' history. Ah got a couple shadow clones on sewin' machines making these little guys!" she grinned, handing two objects to Twilight.

Twilight tilted her head at the cloth dolls of herself and Applejack. "Plushies?"

Applejack nodded. "We'll sure, why not? Any guest loopers can take home a momento, an ah can make plushies of the guests for us an' for the museum! Now ah know what yer thinkin', and no, the museum ain't gonna' be nothing but plushies, ah'll have some proper historical stuff too. Ah got some clones earthbendin' some sculptures fer a special exhibit Pinkie Pie requested. Come on down an' have a look."

Seeing no way out of it, and honestly being a touch curious, Twilight followed as Applejack led her over.

And then she froze.

And started to twitch.

There before her, Applejack's clones were hard at work making models of her library. All to scale, all heavily detailed, and all in the process of being destroyed in one way or another, be it exploding, being crushed, being blasted, being abducted, or otherwise.

Applejack just shrugged. "She wanted ta' know how many ways it could be done, so ah'm keepin' a record for her in a side wing."


105.10 (Masterofgames)


Princess Celestia was having a good morning.

Not the best. That was reserved for when it was scheduled to be cloudy in the east, so nopony would notice if she slept in and delayed the rising of the sun for an extra hour or so.

But it was still a good morning. The birds were singing, the nobles were presently arguing over something far too petty to justify bringing to her, and she was having pancakes.

Princess Celestia really thought of herself as more of the Alicorn of the Dawn then the Alicorn of the Day. She rose the sun, and it traveled the sky on its own, until it stopped at the horizon, and Luna set it so her moon may emerge.

And as Alicorn of the Dawn, she had also long ago privately declared herself to be the Alicorn of Breakfast. The only downside was that by her own logic, Luna had declared herself the Alicorn of Dessert. Which seemed rather unfair to Celestia.

Somehow.

But as much as she loved cake and pastry (lately she had been in a cherry danish mood rather than cake, to be honest), pancakes were a glorious second place.

So it was with great pleasure that she pranced into the royal breakfast hall (and then swore her guards to secrecy, yet again), slid into her plush seat, and greeted Luna, herself enjoying a bowl of Cherri-oats before bed.

And it was with great anticipation that she gazed lovingly at her eleven inch stack of warm buttermilk goodness, levitated her fork, syrup, a dab of butter, and her napkin before her, and prepared to dig in.

And it was with a touch of confusion that she witnessed the pancake on the very top of the stack vanish.

"... Luna, why are you giggling?"

Luna, presently Awake, though tired, was attempting very hard to conceal her mirth, and failing. Though to her credit she was doing very well for having been halfway through a mouthful of juice when she started.

"O-our apologies sister. T'would seem our friend is hungry as well." she snickered behind a silver-shod hoof, trying not to lose it completely at her sister's confusion.

Meanwhile, hidden from Celestia on the opposite side of the pancake tower, the presently possum shaped James T. Kirk, A.K.A. Tiberius, or Tibbers to Luna, was nibbling away at his ill gotten goods, happy to have yet again done something to get Luna to smile. He couldn't help it, he just had a weakness for blue females.

Though honestly, with the number of times he had been the guest anchor like this, he had figured someone would have figured out it was him by now.


105.11 (Masterofgames)


Sweetie Belle pouted as Fluttershy drank her victory glass. "I still don't think your trains were better than my sister fighting a crab." she muttered.

Chrysalis rolled her eyes. "Face it kid, if I lost that one, you were going to lose as well."

Gently placing the empty glass back on the table, Fluttershy pondered the subject for the next round. "Um, let's see... I know! What was the most unusual thing you ever did that got an un-awake Twilight to go a bit neurotic?"

Twilight smirked. "I looped as a voice in the head of my un-awake self. I told her the fate of Equestria depended on her kissing Rainbow Dash when we first met."

Dash had the misfortune to be leaning back in her chair at the time, and crashed to the floor. "AARGH! What the- Not cool Sparkle! Not cool!"

Scootaloo just folded her forelegs and huffed. "Darn lucky purple unicorn..."

Dash pulled her chair upright and sat back down. "Okay, you wanna' go big this round? We can go big. Remember that Undefeated Alicorn Racing Circuit prank of yours? To get back at you, I 'accidentally' switched bodies with you the day of the Best Young Flyers competition."

Twilight winced. "Okay, okay, point taken."

Rarity shrugged. "I went around solving all her friendship problems before she even discovered them. It was the Smarty Pants incident all over again, to the tenth power. A mere two years without having a letter to send the princess, and she somehow had Philomena on the throne and had tried to release Discord on the condition he stir up trouble, whereupon he refused and turned himself back into a statue."

Applejack smirked. "Weekly poker games, and I never once bluffed. She never caught on."

Pinkie grinned. "I got a heartsong stuck in her head. The nearly hourly musical numbers she had to perform kept her from sleeping for three days!"

Twilight sighed and thumped her head down on the table. "My best friends, fillies and gentlecolts." she groaned.

Vinyl grinned, absently bobbing her head to her tunes through her earbuds. "Why do you think I turned the Chicken Dance into a heartsong?"

Chrysalis pondered a bit. "Well... there was that one time I turned into a female version of her brother, and signed us up for the Sisterhooves Social, and only told her an hour beforehand."

Trixie cackled. "Ah, twas so long ago! Trixie had just discovered how to make thermite-"

Gilda flinched. "Quickly changing the subject-"

"Hey! Trixie wasn't finished!"

"-there was the time I kept breaking into the library and rearranging all the furniture and bookshelves in the middle of the night."

Sweetie Belle blinked. "Really? I thought I was the only one who did that."

Derpy smiled. "I looped in as Pinkie!"

Mac passed her the drink.


105.12 (Gym Quirk)

"Thanks fer comin' by, Fluttershy. I wanna ask ya a favor, but I think you should get an idea of what I'm plannin' first," said Applejack as she led the pegasus into a mostly-empty wing of her museum.

"I figger I'll call it the 'Hall of Ascension' or somethin' like that when it's done," explained the self-appointed curator.

Fluttershy looked at an array of display areas. Many were empty, save for the cutie-mark of a pony that had Ascended at some point during the Loops.

There were some exhibits in varying stages of readiness, including:

A scale replica of Rainbow Dash's mach 70 impact crater.

'Before' and 'After' images of Tatooine's terraforming as taken from orbit, along with an apple. The helpful sign indicated that it was from the first apple tree germinated in the Dune Sea and asked that visitors not disrupt the stasis spell.

Rarity's Alicorn-feather dress, with a note indicating it was on loan from the unicorn's private collection. "Rarity said she wanted to switch which dress was on display every fifty loops or so," explained Applejack.

A battered set of pony armor accompanying the image of an exhausted, newly-ascended Trixie.

A replica of a stained glass window depicting Scootaloo's rescue of Cloudsdale. The cutie mark on the display was the one the orange filly had earned from the feat.

The 'File Copy' of the Contractor Compliance Form that was the core of Ivory Scroll's campaign against the Vogons. (Also protected against the ravages of time with a stasis spell.)

"I'm workin' on collectin' items from all of us what done Ascended outside the baseline. I kin get pictures and replicas with Twilight's memory-to-image spell, but it'd be extra nice with actual objects related to the Ascensions. I don't suppose y'all have photos of the wedding when ya brought Chrys and her swarm as guests?"

"I think so, but I'll have to search through my pocket. Can I get back to you later?"

"Sure. Also, I've been tryin' to think of what I could ask Pinkie, Sweetie Belle, and Ditzy to contribute and keep comin' up blank. Y'all have any ideas?"

"Pinkie may have a few leftover 'Warp Party' invitations..."


105.13 (LordCirce) – Applejack's second run

The party faced the doors. Gandalf had stopped Pippin from knocking the skeleton down the hole, only for Merry to step on a stray helmet and end up kicking it across the room. Soon enough, the goblins with their troll were pounding on the door.

Gimli tensed, holding his axe, while next to him, Applejack seemed to dance in place. Only Aragorn and Gandalf noticed that several loud thuds echoed from outside of the door in time with her hoofbeats. Finally, she raised herself up slightly before stomping down with both of her front legs. Outside, a tremendous thud shook the room, then silence. Sam hurried over to her side, while Aragorn and Gimli approached the door.

"Easy, girl, Master Aragorn and Master Gimli will take care of it. Don't worry."

"Ah'm not worried, sugarcube."

"What?"

"Comforting nicker?"

Aragorn peered around the door that they had managed to pry open. "Well, it looks like they, ah, knocked themselves out on the door."

Gimli laughed. "Ha. That's Dwarven engineering for ya. Even Dwarf doors will take out goblins by the cartful."

Applejack rolled her eyes at Sam, who blinked owlishly at her.


105.14 (LordCirce)

Twilight wandered over to the edge of the Everfree. Several ponies in town had been complaining about banging and whirring noises coming from the forest, so Twilight figured Applebloom had probably gotten a little overenthusiastic, and forgotten the soundproofing on her lab.

The sight that greeted her at the edge of the woods was not, in fact, Applebloom. Instead, Cheerilee was humming away as she worked on constructing some form of spaceship. She was pulling capsules out of her Pocket, which then expanded into parts and components, which she then slotted into place in her ship.

"Planning a outer space field trip?" Twilight asked, smiling.

Cheerilee smiled brightly. "Something like that. I just figured it is best to be prepared."

Twilight blinked. Something was just a bit off about Cheerilee's smile. "Prepared? For what?"

Cheerilee held up a hoof. "For two reasons. One, Dinky and Derpy have switched places this Loop. Two, Derpy doesn't have a cutie mark yet."

Twilight mulled that over. 'So, Derpy is a foal, and has no cutie mark, which equals...'

Cheerilee smiled as recognition of the situation stole across Twilight's face. "So, as an Unawake Derpy is the apparent ringleader of an Unawake CMC this Loop, I figured that having a way off the planet if necessary is a prudent choice."

Twilight nodded. "Yeah. I ... I think I am going to go find Discord and practice my long-range teleportation through extreme Chaos Magic fields." And with a final shudder, she vanished with a small pop.


105.15 (Masterweaver)

The doors burst open, startling a few of the palace staffponies, and Cadance twirled out with a happy grin.

"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens!" she sang as she pirouetted about. "Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens!" One unwary maid was suddenly snatched up and spun about. "Silver white winters that melt into spring!" With a final nuzzle, Cadance put her blushing victim down, cantering down the hall. "These are a few of my favourite things!"

Shining Armor leaned against a nearby archway, a small smirk on his face. "Sounds like somepony had a fun loop," he quipped.

"Oh Shine-shine it was just beautiful!" The pretty pink pony princess pulled her paramour into a pinioned hug. "Picture this: Balinor."

"...never heard of it."

"It's an obscure loop, I grant you. No pegasi, only horses and unicorns." She stuck out her tongue in mock annoyance. "Bleh."

Shining chuckled. "Still, it sounds like a nice place."

"Eh, Arianna said it was usually a tad more dangerous, and she is the local anchor." Cadance's smile broadened. "But this loop, Sleipnir and Epona stepped in to take care of the shifter and I got to be the best mare!"

The captain of the guard blinked a bit. "Sleipnir and Epona. As in, the admins?"

"Well, localized avatars but really what's the difference?" The princess of love sighed happily. "The groom was so handsome in his wedding armor and the bride... oh, I never knew a kilt and tattoos could be made to look so beautiful!" She perked up suddenly. "Shining, I just had this idea. When we get married this loop, our families should have some form of ritual combat."

"Er--"

"Trust me, it was very sweet."


105.16(DrTempo)

Twilight walked into Mac's Bar, and noticed Sunset chatting with Sky Catcher. Twilight sat down, and said, "Hello, Sky Catcher. What are you and Sunset chatting about?"

In her monotone style, Sky Catcher replied, "I was letting miss Shimmer know how John Connor is taking the Loops."

"That's nice."

Sunset started counting, and three seconds later, Twilight said, "Wait...John Connor's Awake? When did that happen?"

Sunset answered this. "When I Looped into miss SkyNet's home Loop during my journey back to Equestria. And no matter what you say SkyNet, I'm calling you a girl." Grabbing her drink, Sunset began her story.

When I Awoke in that Loop, I was in the role of one Sarah Connor. I'd heard other Looper's opinions on SkyNet Awakening, and many are still unsure about her being redeemed. In my opinion, you did the impossible, Twilight.

Anyhow, I decided to give that Loop a bit of a technological Renaissance. By the time SkyNet Awoke in the Terminator sent to protect John from the T-1000, technology was a decade ahead. I was smart enough not to do what Sarah did that got her in the nuthouse.

Anyhow, SkyNet figured I was a Looper within five minutes of our meeting, but didn't know which one I was. After I told her my tale, she was curious as to what someone like me could do. During our spar, John walked in.

He Awoke at that moment.

Boy, was explaining the Loops difficult. ESPECIALLY since it was SkyNet being the Anchor for his world. After that explanation, SkyNet took care of the T-1000 easily, and set up some protocols to try and prevent her other self from going haywire.

Interesting Loop.

Twilight looked impressed. "That must've been a tough one for the both of you."

Sky Net dryly responded, "Wasn't made easier by miss Shimmer joking a lot when I told her about my meeting with Blues."

Shimmer smirked. "Sounded like you had a crush to me." Both her and Twilight chuckled, while Sky Net groaned.


105.17 (Masterofgames)


Twilight glared menacingly at the two cowering ponies before her. "You two are just too much! What on earth made you think that it was a good idea to deal with things like that?!"

Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo tried not to flinch, they really did. "But... Twilight, come on! Others do it all the time!" Scootaloo insisted. "Lara Croft, Nathan Drake-"

Twilight cut her off with a stomp. "You want to be like them, you go be adventurers, not archeologists! They wouldn't know historical site preservation if you declared their own homes the site of their next dig!"

Rainbow Dash stepped between them. "Now wait a minute! We can keep a site intact just as well as you can! Name ONE time before this loop that we-"

"Your VERY FIRST expedition you blew a door open with a seismic charge! One designed for venting pressure in volcanoes! I checked that door myself the next loop you know. There was a sign on it. You know what it said?" Twilight growled.

Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo cautiously shook their heads.

"It said 'Push To Open'!!! Seriously, I doubt even Trixie could do more damage than you two while exploring!"

Scootaloo winced. "But that... We aren't THAT bad." she muttered looking down at her hooves.

"I have no choice. You know what comes next." Twilight huffed, marching up to the two and holding a hoof out. "Fork 'em over."

Rainbow Dash paled. "But... but those are-"

"Now!"

After a moment, they both reluctantly removed their fedoras and gave them to her.

"AND the pith helmets!"

The headgear was hesitantly removed from their saddlebags and likewise surrendered.

Twilight tossed them in her pocket. "You can have these back when you show that you've earned them. When you can pass a copy of the Advanced Archeology Midterm test, you'll get the helmets, but the fedoras are forbidden until you can pass the finals! This is for your own good! Now get to studying!"

The two slunk off. Rainbow Dash shaking her head. "Man, is it just me, or is Twilight taking this a bit out of proportion? It's not like it was anything cool that was destroyed."

Scootaloo huffed. "I know, right? We were just exploring the caves under Canterlot. It's not like the ENTIRE city caved in."


105.18 (Zetrein)

Sunset Shimmer Woke up running through a forest, fleeing from a manticore. There was something odd about this situation, beyond the feeling that this was somehow cliché. At any rate, a simple use of the Force to calm the beast, and she continued at a more sedate pace.

Adjusting her course slightly, towards the slightly less dense forest, Sunset eventually jogged out of the woods and into the open fields beyond. Pausing at the woods' edge, she put her hands on her hips and took in the view.

The familiar view. She blinked, looking at the town, before pulling a pair of binoculars out to look closer.

"I'm a human." Sunset lowered the binoculars. "In Equestria."


Elsewhere along the forests' rim, a certain yellow pegasus was going about her day. Starting slightly at the distant sound, Fluttershy considered for a moment, before deciding that an exasperated cry of "Oh, come on!" probably wasn't in distress. Possibly. Maybe. Perhaps she should get Applejack.


It was Zecora's first trip to the farmer's market, after being introduced to the town, and Twilight was joining her to make sure there weren't any problems, and help introduce her to some of the vendors.

Twilight stood back a ways, while Zecora sorted and haggled her way through the veggies section. Rainbow Dash chose this time to land beside her. "I need you to help fake an accident that turns me into something not-a-pegasus."

"Good morning to you too, Dash," she replied, raising an eyebrow. "Why do you need to lose the wings?"

"You remember that time we found out Oerth pegasi lay eggs?"

"Ooooh." Twilight's eyes widened in understanding. Their conversation was interrupted, as the crowd started murmuring in a way that would eventually end in a certain flowerpony panicking.

Given as Zecora had been the center of attention this morning, most the market didn't notice the other oddity approaching until it was almost upon them. As dozens of ponies stopped and stared at the strange thing jogging through them, it was perhaps less than a surprise that it came to a stop in front of Twilight Sparkle.

"I've been looking for you. Got something I'm supposed to deliver, your hooves only." What Twilight and Rainbow Dash recognized as Sunset Shimmer's human form held out a letter to Twilight. After Twilight took the letter, Sunset gave a nod, and said. "Looks like that's it. Got to go."

As they joined the crowd in watching Sunset jog down the street, before turning a corner and leaving sight, Twilight commented to her friend. "She's Awake."

"I noticed."

"No, that's what the letter says." Twilight held her paper so Rainbow Dash could see.


Sunset was holding in her laughter until she had made a few turns, to hopefully throw off anypony following her. This plan came to an abrupt end when Bulk Biceps landed in her path. She noticed he was wearing the bright blue coat and cap of the Equestrian Mail Service. Similarly dressed, Ditzy Doo flew above him. The sound of paper ruffling made her look behind her, to see an earth pony, again wearing a Mail Service uniform, apparently wielding a fan of change-of-address forms; since this was Equestria, the origami cutie mark meant this was actually threatening.

"The Equestrian Mail Service don't like it when other folks deliver letters in their town."


Three days later, Sunset was telling her story to Twilight, as they walked along her mail route. "So since I wasn't a resident, or even legally in the country, they pulled some strings. I'm up for discharge in two years, but I'll legally be an Equestrian citizen."

"Huh, didn't know the Mail Service was part of the military this loop." Twilight pondered. "Wait, what about Spike? They've never given me trouble about his letters."

"That's easy," Sunset replied, sorting out the next batch of letters from her mailbag. "Legally, he's part of the castle mail system. Your letters are considered 'internal' memos."


105.19 (FanOfMostEverything)

Reed Richards sat on the roof of the Baxter Building, stretching his hand. Even after a few years of helping humanity, his incredible, impossible elasticity still marvelled him.

Part of him wanted to channel or reproduce the cosmic radiation to give these incredible powers to everyone. Another was cautious, having seen what some did with such might. A third thought of Ben and the potential heartbreak that could come from the treatment. And a final part reminded him that just because none of the Fantastic Four had developed lethal tumours didn't mean that those cosmic rays were completely safe.

A scream from the heavens shocked him out of his reflection. "RICHARDS!"

Reed looked up, seeing an approaching dot. Memories came to mind: State University. A calculation error. A rebuffed correction. An explosion. An expulsion. "Oh no." He clenched his fists. "Not her."

"HIIIIII!"

Reed hesitated. He wasn't sure what to expect from Doom, but a friendly greeting wasn't it. Neither was her crashing belly-first into the roof, but she did that too.

"Oof." She looked up and gave a much more nervous smile than he thought she'd be capable of. "Well, that's why we wear kinetic dampeners when testing teleporters."

Reed shook himself, taking in the figure before him. Doom was wearing what seemed to be an armoured flight suit. Her face was… "Your scars."

Doom's smile became happier as she pushed herself to her feet. "Isn't plastic surgery amazing?" She dusted herself off and approached him, pausing as she noticed his tension. "Don't worry, Reed. I'm not here for a fight or revenge or anything."

"Why are you here then?"

"To apologize."

Reed was speechless for the better part of a minute. Finally, he sputtered out a "What?"

Doom sighed. "I was a jerk in college. You were just trying to help, but I couldn't handle the idea that I wasn't the smartest person on the planet. So I lashed out and took an explosion to my face for my troubles. Yeah, I was under a lot of stress, next in line for the throne and all, but that's not an excuse. Getting expelled really made me take a look at myself, and I didn't like what I saw."

"So you invented teleportation and sent yourself a quarter of the way across the planet just to apologize?" Reed shook his head. "Who are you, and what have you done with Desiderata von Doom?"

"I prefer Ditzy nowadays. My advisors say 'Queen Derpy of Latveria' doesn't send the right message." "Ditzy" shrugged. "Go figure."

"It just feels rather absurd."

Ditzy smirked. "Says the man made of living rubber."

Reed chuckled. "Touché. And I certainly accept your apology, Des— Ditzy." The two shook hands. "I just wish we could've been friends without what happened to you at SU."

"Hey, better late than never." Ditzy backed away. "If you'll excuse me, I need to get back." Grey ghostly wings flared open on her back, then enveloped her. There was a blinding flash of light, and when Reed looked back, she was gone.


"Later tonight, we ask our panel if Latveria can maintain its staggering economic growth. But first: Mutants. Six more reasons why you should be afraid."


(KrisOverstreet)

Big orange hands parted slightly, and a bag full of mangled android parts poured its contents onto the stone floor of Castle Doom.

"Now lookit, Derpy," the Thing rumbled, "we've had this talk before, see? Quit buildin' these robot doubles of yourself! They always try ta conquer th' world, an' we gotta go smash 'em up, an' WE get blamed for all the damage!"

"I'm so sorry, Ben, Reed," Queen Ditzy Doom nodded her head to the two Fantastic Four members before her. "But I always worry. What happens to my people if something happens to me? Latveria's surrounded by larger countries ruled by some really nasty people, you know. So I have to try to make sure there's somebody who can keep my people safe after I'm gone!"

Doom stood from her throne and walked over to the pile of trashed android. The head was mostly intact, the blonde hair more rumpled than usual, the benevolent cross-eyed face forever frozen in a scowl of pure evil. "This time I thought I had it, I really did," she said. "Circuits insulated, perfect copy of my own engrams, moral imperatives hard-coded in..."

"Don't say it," Ben Grimm warned.

"I just don't know what went wrong!"

"I KNEW IT!" The Thing threw his rocky arms up in frustration. "I KNEW she'd say it! She ALWAYS sez it!" He shook his head and rumbled in a softer tone, "I almos' wish she really was evil, y'know, Reed? I think a really evil Doctor Doom would do less damage!"

Derpy didn't hear Reed Richards' apology for the outburst, nor Grimm's. Two pairs of crossed eyes stared at each other, as the owner of the living pair contemplated the Loops, good intentions, narrative imperative, and cybernetic design.

In her head she began composing a letter: "Dear Twilight Strange; Hail to the Sorceress Supreme. By now you've probably heard about the most recent failure. All I can say is, you told me so..."

Author's Note:

105.1: Nuances.
105.2: It isn't easy being the alicorn of amore.
105.3: Addendum to the Prime Directive: anything that gives a Starfleet captain a headache is also valid for inclusion in the non-intervention zone.
105.4: Little step forward, little step back.
105.5: Geronimo!
105.6: It's not often they get to prank Twilight.
105.7: Inconvenient Trixie is a concept by Egophiliac
105.8: Zadok the Priest is a coronation piece written by Handel.
105.9: Continuig the tumblr theme...
105.10: He. Is a. Possum of many. Talents.
105.11: No contest.
105.12: Important events in metahistory.
105.13: Not from the original Applejack-in-Arda story.
105.14: I hear the moon is safe this time of year.
105.15: A happy Cadence is endearing to behold. When not, you know, terrifying.
105.16: Bot/Net?
105.17: It belongs in a museum, not in pieces.
105.18: At least Sunset isn't a human mail.
105.19: Before the loop ended, Derpy had about fifty of those letters printed out with mad-libs style fill-in-blanks. There weren't many blanks.

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