Prompt: Three ups and three downs of three ponies being in love.
Dear Rarity,
It feels like only yesterday that the three of us packed our bags for Manehattan, but I guess it’s already been over two weeks (!!!) so I wanted to send you a letter to let you know how we’re doing.
I never imagined moving away from Ponyville, but when Apple Bloom got her acceptance letter to the Manehattan Institute of Technology, Scootaloo and I knew that we wouldn’t let that break up the Cutie Mark Crusaders – not even getting out cutie marks could do that. And it made sense for us to follow Apple Bloom, too. Manehattan has a Wonderbolts academy, so Scootaloo could train for tryouts, and if I really wanted to pursue a career singing, Manehattan would be the perfect place.
So, here we are now. We’ve got a small apartment on the Upper East Side. It’s… cozy. When you’re living with two other fillies, one of whom grew up on a farm and the other who doesn’t particularly care about cleaning, well you could say the apartment is a bit of a mess. Or a disaster.
But on a happier note, guess what?
I GOT A GIG!
I’m so excited, and even though it’s just a small show at a coffee shop, small gigs like this can lead to bigger ones in the future. I was so nervous when I went to audition, and I never would have been able to go through with it without Apple Bloom and Scootaloo pushing me on and encouraging me. I’m so lucky to have a pair of friends like them. Maybe next time I write, I’ll be famous!
Love,
Sweetie Belle
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Hiya Rainbow Dash,
Thank you soooooooo much for you package. I don’t care what Sweetie and Bloom say – you can never have enough Wonderbolts swag decorating the apartment.
Anyway, life here in Manehattan has been great. Sweetie Belle introduced me to a dance instructor she knows, so now I’ve got a job teaching young fillies and colts how to dance. It doesn’t pay much, but it’s enough to cover the bills while I train for the entrance exams in the spring. Plus, I gotta admit, it’s kinda fun to work with all of the little foals.
But man, Rainbow Dash, living in Manehattan is just awesome. There’s so much going on all of the time. I just wish we weren’t so busy. Bloom’s got classes during the day, I teach dance lessons in the evening, and Sweetie’s got her gigs at night, so you can imagine how big a pain it is to try and juggle all of our schedule. I mean, I like doing stuff with Sweetie and I like doing stuff with Bloom, but it’s just not the same when one of us is missing.
I’m also kinda worried about Apple Bloom. She just keeps studying, and studying, sometimes even pulling all-nighters at the library. Sweetie Belle and I have tried to get her away from the library to do something fun, but she just gets annoyed at us, saying how we should just go on without her. Sometimes I wonder if she’s not coming back to the apartment at night because… well, Sweetie and I kinda hooked up together (oh, okay, we totally hooked up. With crazy makeouts and um, yeah I think that’s about as much detail as I’ll go into there). I mean, with Apple Bloom studying so much, Sweetie and I were spending so much more time together that things just happened. I’m worried that Apple Bloom might be jealous of the two of us, but the thing is, I feel the same way about Apple Bloom as I do about Sweetie Belle.
tl;dr relationships are complicated. They’re also totally worth it, especially when you got two hot pieces of plot like Sweetie and Bloom. At least, I hope.
Your #1 fan,
Scootaloo
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Howdy AJ,
I know better than to lie to you, sis: the past couple of weeks had been real rough. Back in Ponyville, I was used to being one of the smart ones in class. I may not have been the prettiest pony in class or the most popular, but I knew I could tackle any math problem Miss Cheerilee or any of the other teachers could throw at me. But here, every single student was like that back home. I used to think my cutie mark – the mark of an engineer, a pony who could build things – made me special, but now I’m surrounded by other ponies who got their cutie marks building machines that were much more impressive than my dinky little apple picking machine. In class, I’d just look around at all the geniuses around me and wonder what a redneck farmpony like me was doing at a place like MIT.
It didn’t help that Sweetie Belle and Scoots had started dating. Now, that didn’t surprise me much given the way Scoots was always staring at Sweetie’s flank (and who could blame her), but it still hurt a little. I was happy for them, but at the same time, I had feelings for the two of them as well, so I was kinda jealous as well. It was a confusing time, and it sure didn’t help that I didn’t have my priorities straight either. I kinda started avoiding them, partly out of jealousy but partly because I was so worried about classes.
It took them dragging me out of the library and sitting me down for a talk us to finally settle things. There was a lot of yelling, a lot of crying, a lot of hugging, and eventually a lot of kissing too. As it turns out, the two of them felt the same way about me and wanted me to join in their relationship, but I was just being too stubborn to let it happen. They reminded me why the three of us moved to Manehattan in the first place: we’re three little fillies with big dreams, and we’re going to do everything we can to help each other reach those goals.
Back in those lonely nights at the library, I used to wonder whether I’d see a rainbow like you did, pointing my way back to Ponyville. But now, when I wake up in the mornings, I see the violets and oranges of Scootaloo’s mane and coat, the pink streaks of Sweetie Belle’s hair, and the greens of her pretty little eyes. In their own way, those two are my rainbow showing me where I belong.
Your sister,
Apple Bloom