There are only three real monsters: Dracula, Blackula, and Son of Kong.
Rainbow Dash may be known for flying fast and falling hard, but if she had to give up all of that pursue her true passion, she'd do it in a heartbeat. What is that passion? Dancing. Interpretive dancing.
This revelation leaves Twilight befuddled, bemused, and begging for mercy.
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..What the hell spawned this...?
~Skeeter The Lurker
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You know the place. You fucking know...
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Fashion.
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Ah. Of course.
Sooo... Can we expect a new story every time a new round happens?
~Skeeter The Lurker
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He's starting to set a precedent for them.
I knew I saw the hints.
Edit: Alex, whatever you're smoking. I need a huff. I want that spark back.
i.imgur.com/oUZncwt.jpg
So...
Pink rainbows dancing for fluffy unicorns?
In any case, a delighfully bizarre story. It brought to mind that one scene from The Big Lebowski. My only regret is that Scootaloo wasn't in the audience at the dance recital. At least, not that we know of...
In any case, thank you for this.
Sorry I couldn't resist:
.....wut
I'm not worthy enough to understand this masterpiece so I'll just leave a like and a fave and be on my way. Good day, sir.
I may have to hate on you for writing this. Why did you do this?
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Because of a one-off joke in a skype chat that led to me coming up with the title "Dances With Rainbows". I didn't really know what to do with that, so I ended up writing this, which, even by my standards, is pretty stupid.
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That was... strange.
Ehh, upvote.
10 points to you sir. 10 points.
I.... I just... I just can't.... I can't do it. I just can't do it.
I have read some flat-out bizarre stories in my time. From the horribly fucked up type of bizarre to the type where I don't know if I should be laughing or crying.
But this... this is....
this is in a dimension all on its own.
It's like you found the bizarre line, completely disregarded it and kept going, then you found a line so far off that no one even knew it was there. Then you took ten paces past that, planted your flag, and claimed the territory for..... this story.
This story is...
I don't even know what to call this.
10/10 would read again
No words can describe this except.. PERFECT!!
neither would anyone
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Hahahahaha! *dies* I see what you did there.
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Dash's special somepony was quite the surprise. Nice fic.
Thank goodness you apologized, because you should be sorry. This was the most pained, awkward laughter I've had in weeks, and you should feel bad.
duck this if you dont make more i swear to celestia
i will
4573725 Just call it "Dances With Rainbows", because there's no way to compare this to anything else and in order to even begin to comprehend what this is well... Ya gotta read it?
Also... Fire the shipping canons.
I...I want more...I don't know why though...
A bit out of the blue at the end there, granted there was nothing to indicate who it was anyway. Still, I think Dash having a thing for... elegant trousers would have been sillier, if only for Rarity's reaction.
Some what reminds me of that one episode fro How I Meet Your Mother
I can't forgive you for putting these innocent ponies through this.
"So? You're Twilight Sparkle and I don't don't see you sparkling all the time."
I have held off of this story for weeks. Now I'm... well, I'm happy I have. Still hold Reinhard as my favorite of your works, but I still got a nasty laughter cramp from this. After a weak work shift, this was the kind of thing I wanted to come home to.
Sweet Celestia, that ending scene.
Most Excellent fic.
Slightly saddened there are no descriptions of the audiences suffering.