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// L17A 
// Story: Happily Loopy After 
// by FaelaArts 
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With the quiet echoes of the three fillies leaving: Loop 17 Sweetie rose, and moved to head out of her room. Meeting up with her equally shocked sister as they shared a hug. Clutching her as she began to cry softly. The nightmare was over. She was free. With a gasp: she stepped back and ran for the door.

“My friends!” Watching her dash away: Rarity let out a soft and warm smile. All right with the world once more. Wounds would take time to heal. Memories to fade and forget. But with the strength of her sister on full display: Rarity has no doubt she would rise to the challenge.

Dashing and running: Sweetie slid to a stop at the front of the home of Applebloom. Slowly stepping forward to where her friend was. Words escaping them both: a hug was all that was shared. Broken bonds mending with a simple moment. Memories fading like embers in a fire. No…Sweetie didn’t care about some dumb cat or quest.

All she cared about was this. New experiences. Having friends and family. With the day weaning to a close: she wandered the area with a content smile. Breathing in the new air. Taking roads never travelled. Pausing to listen to some music from a window. Gazing up to see a stallion playing with a sad smile.

A vague thought occurred to the filly, and she moved to knock on the door. The music fading as it creaked open. Pawing the ground for a moment: she looked up hopefully.

“Would you teach me how to play?”




“And now: introducing the Ponyville Quartet.” Stepping onto the stage: Sweetie moved over to the synth piano, and began to play. The jams and sounds echoing in her head as she smiled, and swayed, and danced and cheered. Without a moment of doubt or fear.

The crowd cheered as the small group in the VIP section smiled with pride. Coming to every one of her shows. Without question: no matter the years that passed.





“I’m telling you she’s a total liar. Time travel doesn’t exist,” a filly grumbled as they walked away. The pony chuckled as she moved back to her work. Quietly making her way through the dance moves as she continued to practice. Without a doubt she was born with two left hooves. But that didn’t matter. Time was the one resource she had to spend.

Until her time ran out. Day by day. Moment by moment. Each one lived to it’s fullest.