It is a terrible thing, to lose the pony you love. Lightning Dust has been alone since Fiddlesticks died, and she can no longer conceive of any other way to be.
A tale of grief and recovery.
This is a standalone story, but does take place in the universe of Auntie Tia's Matchmaking Service.
First!
This was lovely, thank you.
I would love to see how that thrashing 40 years ago happened lol
11299973
ask and ye shall receive
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/489868/1/the-only-possible-choice/disgrace-or-defeat
How does Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo feel about all of this?
a great and somber story
Thank you. Thank you for an amazing one-shot. It's fucking beautiful.
World not would
This was enjoyable :)
augh i love how from this context alone i can piece together the decades between the canon and this point. Lightning Dust’s child marrying Rainbow Dash and Applejack’s, and the undoubtable complications that arose from that, love it
and oof, so true. what do you even do with a room like that? heartbreaking to even think about
oof yeah, this would totally be me, playing those reels on loop and feeling comfort and awfulness at once forever
and augh, what a complex set of feelings this must be
daaaaaamn
love this nod to pegasus instinct. can’t imagine anything more disturbing for one than the idea, especially for Lightning Dust, the pegasus’s pegasus
and yeah, this is so true. the world feels like it should stop but it really doesn’t
great nod to them being template clones of each other
very cinematic
and oof, those brief moments when one can forget…
honestly it is so perfect and good their children had a foal together
ahaha love it, so Lightning Dust
dang, so many possible legacies to have to live up to for that foal!
and just a lovely picture of grief and loss and growth from a Lightning Dust that never stopped being Lightning Dust even well into her years. to lose a lifelong soulmate is the most awful thing i can ever imagine. to lose one after forty years with them is so awful that i have no idea how anyone could find even a semblance of a life to live after that.
but apparently people, and ponies, do manage. watching as the impression of that their love had once left on the world slowly fades away, yet holding on to what yet remains. wonderful illustration of that process here