It seemed like it was going to be a perfect morning for Twilight, until she realized she had woken up with Rarity and Rainbow Dash, tenderly cuddling next to her on the bed. Just what the hay happened last night? And why do they keep calling Twilight 'mistress'?
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In the mechanical land of Roboquestria, Twilight Servo and her friends have fun and adventures every day!
A rather silly parody I wrote at 3 AM in the morning.
How exactly does a muscle car turn up behind the Sugarcube Bakery? Considering how much time Pinkie Pie spends around that place, the walls of reality were probably wearing a bit thin. However it got there, an excitable young filly has found it ... and that was when the trouble started.
One Mother. One Daughter. One Hot Rod.
Ponyville won't know what hit it.
Light-dark content, comic violence but no death/gore/blood
Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome!
Thanks to SuchAFoal for the proof read and thumbs up!
Cover image made (badly) by me. No one else is to blame. I OD'ed on lens fares and went temporarily insane.
Twilight reads a book about literature and, analysing her world, decides that everything she does is planned by someone other than her.
She does not take it very well.
Rated Everyone for adult humour.
Windfeather, who has just recently been found responsible for stranding around 2000 newfoals in the exponential lands, has been asked to have tea with the princesses. This is the story of how Princess Celestia deals with threats to Equestira that are only mere ponies. An alternative to chapter ten of Chatoyance's The Taste of Grass (Written with Permission).
An old man hears a strange noise on the marshland point, that very same point where he kneeled in tears almost thirty years ago. Could it be that the wait - his wait - is finally over?
Twilight has an accident in the middle of the night that makes her succumb to tears but luckily somepony is there to comfort her in her distress.
Big Macintosh held in his hooves a note. An ominous note. With a nary a clue of who wrote it, or what it entailed, he sets out on a quest to crack the cryptic code in time. Old-western melodrama ensues.