Oneshots

by Soaricorn

SoarFire: Blood Bronies

Author's Note:

This story contains potential spoilers for 'Blood brothers' a musical by Willy Russell.
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I DON'T write :
-Anything to do with clop. At all, however i will write shipping.
- Anything to do with gore, like 'Cupcakes'
- Anything that could be viewed as racist.
-Anything that could be used as sexist.

I WILL write:
-Shipping.
-Tradgedies..
-Cross-overs.

Soarin’ regretted something. Actually scratch that last one.
He really regretted it. It had been a week since he had taken his marefriend, Spifire to see a musical that was touring in Manehattan, this musical was called, ‘Blood Bronies’ and now she wouldn’t stop singing the songs from it.
Blood Bronies had two main themes, superstition and class. It told the sort of a young mother, who had 7 born foals, however she became pregnant with another. It turned out she was expecting twins, after getting a job cleaning at a rich unicorn's house, she is sure she has enough money to 'just scrape by' but the rich unicorn contradicted her saying with 'two more foals, how can you possibly avoid having some of them being put into care?'. The young mother reluctantly gave a twin to her after learning about her potential infertility. As the two twins grow up in different households, they meet and become friends, however in the end, it doesn't end well. at all.
He glanced at his alarm clock, and groaned, it was 4:00 in the morning, and in no less than 2 hours, and a rather loud cover of ‘Easy Terms’ would wake him up
He did admit though, she was an excellent singer, if her cutie mark didn’t portray a blazing phoenix; he would put 100 bits on the fact that it would portray something or other to do with singing.
He glanced over at his younger brother, Crash, who was slumbering peacefully on the bed next to his own, he let out a slight chuckle.
His brother unlike him, was an extremely heavy sleeper, and Spitifre’s singing certainly wasn’t helping with his self-diagnosed insomnia.
He growled to himself, ‘Is she gonna use a megaphone next?’ he mumbled. He trotted over to his mare-friend, who had donned a t-shirt with the two main characters on it and face hooved.
‘’I’m never taking her out again…’