My Baby Sister Sample and name change · 10:49pm Jun 14th, 2014
Got rid of that horrible Tartok name. I took that one up because of boredom, now I've got the nickname of best pony. Not as recognizable, but who cares about that when they're writing about ponies doing unspeakable things in diapers? Srsly, who would?
So, concerning everything. Writing is still happening. As of such, have another short sample from that story I'm writing with the two ponies in a house beneath a cracked sky.
Or something.
Either way, this one's following the whole raspberry even and some short conversing between the sisters. It's still only the second scene, but gives you a good insight on how the team dynamic works here in the private moments. Also, totally unedited for nao, so there'll be fixings aplenty till the final version comes out.
“So, seeing how active my cute widdle sister is this mornin’, I take it ya slept well?”
Apple Bloom grinned, Or maybe even now, if only a bit. “Aye,” she laughed. “First night I stayed completely dry.” She pointed at her diaper, wanting to show off her totally not-faded butterflies.
The reaction she got was not the one she’d expected, as Applejack gave her a bemused smile. She didn’t quite understand it and looked at it herself. No, she thought, spotting that parts of the butterflies had faded now.
She looked up at Applejack, bewildered, before she looked down again. This couldn’t be true, she thought, she had been dry, she had been one step closer to being a grown-up again. “It’s not,” she said meekly, tears welling up.
Applejack shouldn’t have smiled like that, she should’ve been happy for her little sister, should’ve told her that she wouldn’t need to wear diapers anymore. That was ruined now. Now, Apple Bloom was still the baby who wet the bed, even though she hadn’t tonight. She was crying and her jaw hurt.
However, Applejack’s hoof went to wipe the tears away before she pulled Apple Bloom close in a hug. “It’s fine,” she said, and once more Apple Bloom took note of how tired she sounded. “It’s just a small accident. It happened when I got up, must’ve scared you. It’s not even that much, you don’t even need a change,” she whispered.
They were facts, so Apple Bloom agreed with them. “I’ve stopped wetting the bed,” she said defiantly.
Till then, narwhal on, my bruthaz!
Fascinating.
writing about ponies doing unspeakable things in diapers
I find this line a little... off. You're writing about that, but it can be spoken out loud and... I.... I'm going to hurt my brains.
I mean I know unspeakable has nothing to do with writing, but in a way it can... my point is unspeakable is used too much when describing the things we know and love.
2207109 I'm trying my hardest to leave most of the juicy stuff out, and once I get past the third scene I'll probably stop with the samples. Wouldn't want to kill this story by spoiling everything beforehand.
2207127 Well, it does sound more poetic than "Writing about ponies going potty in sexualized or non-sexualized contexts". We're not in a hospital here, not all things need be clinical. Arr.
2207141 They do more than go potty... *kicks some dirt*