Rarity Is The Law! Of Fashion! · 6:56pm Dec 9th, 2012
This will be my next short story. Due to a hideous dress designed by Pinkie gaining massive popularity, even to the point where it's rumored Celestia is wearing it, Rarity snaps. She steals some inventions Twilight made to show the princess, and uses them for her own means. Chaos ensues.
Now, this doesn't mean I'm losing focus on Nightmare Woon. That's my main priority. And for proof that Nightmare Woon won't go down the road of Across the Cosmic Ocean, here's a sample from the next chapter.
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"Alright, Cutie Mark Crusaders!" Scootaloo gleefully decreed, lifting up an arrowless bow high above head, careful not to let the smooth curved wood fall from her hoof. Beside her sat a small bundle of three extra bows, all tied up neatly together with string and marked " Barnyard Bargains." A minor "clack" snuck from the her bow's upper extremities where it's tip momentarily clattered against the clubhouse walls.
Three extra, but far louder, clacks rang throughout the clubhouse when the orange pegasus finished her declaration. Five feet away from the pegasus, Nightmare sat in the middle of the tree house, flanked by the other two Crusaders. Tapping her metal shoe against the ground impatiently, she gazed up at her friend with expectance.
"And Nightmare." Scootaloo added somewhat sheepishly, not used to addressing any other ponies but her fellow Crusaders. Regaining her previous excitement she raised the bow to the air again and declared, "Today we're getting our cutie marks in," she paused for dramatic emphasis. Nightmare would none of that though, rolling her hoof through the air, signaling the pegasus to shut up and talk. "Archery!"
Nightmare lurched forward. Her hooves clutched her stomach and her mouth filled with air, ballooning her cheeks to their full size. The typical frown she wore quickly shifted to a poorly hidden smile. Stifled laughter slipped from her cheeks in the form of hissing air as she tried to fight back a mocking grin from emerging on her face.
It didn't take a genius to figure out how this plan would end: with pain, ticked off Ponyvillians, and three fillies covered in tree sap. It was exactly that reason -especially the ticked off Ponyvillians component- why the deep black foal decided to keep her mouth shut and nod.
"So that's your plan is it? It sounds enjoyable enough to watch." she snickered, turning her head away from the fillies about her.
"You're gonna join us, right?" asked a white filly sitting next to Nightmare.
Before answering, Nightmare kept silent, mulling the prospect of joining the fillies in their strange quest. On one hoof, she would have to bare with staying on the Apple family farm - enemy territory where the heinous sun pounded the earth like soft clay; on the other hoof: assured wanton destruction and very angry villagers, possibly even a burned down building or two. The wanton destruction won by a landslide. Nightmare allowed the mocking smile to grace her lips, and turned to her friends with a face of false sincerity.
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Very well.