73: Generosity
The little zebra colt puts his muzzle against her foreleg, rubbing his head against her. “Please?”
Spreading her bat wings, the pony mare sighs, “It’s too dangerous, and it wants to be left alone.”
“How do you know? Have you talked? Nopony wants to be left alone.” The zebra whines and gives the pony mare his best foal eyes.
“If it didn’t want to be left alone, why would it be off on its own all the time?” She says, looking off into the distance.
The zebra blinks, “Because it’s scared.”
“Scared?” Folding her wings against her side she huffs, “Really you think it’s scared of anything?”
“We are all scared, that’s why we are here. We are different and because of that we can’t live with most humans anymore. Even you’re scared.”
Looking down, the mare scuffs a forehoof on the ground. She doesn’t like admitting that she’s scared.
A stallion lands, folding his bat wings and looks over to the mare, “Hi Nightshade, what’s up?”
“The little one wants me to take him to see… You know…” The mare sighs, “And why do you insist on calling me that?”
Chuckling, the stallion points at her flank, “Simple, it’s because that flower is a deadly Nightshade.”
Huffing, she narrows her eyes, “Well what’s yours supposed to mean?” She jabs her hoof against his mark a little harder then he likes, but she is toxic at times.
Looking back at his moon and four stars he sighs, “Moonwatcher. And it means she’ll return someday.”
“She, who?” The mare asks.
Shaking his head no the stallion sighed. “I don’t know, I can’t remember.”
*** Velvet ***
“If you say Marine one more time…” Cookie says, laying on her back. Her forelegs are curled, her hind legs are splayed a bit, and tail is up between her legs, resting on her belly. She’s panting hard and is having trouble focusing her eyes.
“I change my teaching to fit the needs.” I laughing.
“I’ve had drill sergeants yelling at me for a ten mile march with full field pack, followed by a three mile run. Pull ups, crunches, and push ups. I’ve never complained, or felt this wasted.” Cookie says, whimpering.
“Magical focus and magical energy expenditures are just brutal.” I say, smiling. “Physically, as a pony, you can run longer, faster and further than any Marine. The killer is the magic.”
“You are truly evil, you know that. I’ve NEVER felt this wasted, and I can’t even blame it on being female because of that that five mile run you made me do beforehand.” Cookie grumbles.
Smiling, I float a smoothie over to her, putting the straw to her mouth. “Here you go, this has enough sugar and such to help.”
“That F word is truly vulgar.” Cookie says, and she just lays limply, “My body feels like a wet noodle.”
Sitting beside her, I look down and rub my muzzle against her leg. “We have doughnuts too.”
“Ugh, what with all the fatty food? Seriously, high fruit smoothies and doughnuts are never mess food.”
“Yeah they go for slower calories in mess food, but unicorn’s burn through them so fast.” I giggle, “Rest there for a bit. Once you’ve recovered a bit we will start on round two.”
Lifting her head a bit, she just looks at me. “Round two? How many rounds are there?”
“You’re mine for three weeks minimum, Marine! You think the Seals and Rangers Hell week is bad… Well it has nothing on what unicorns have to go through.” I say, putting my hoof down hard. “When you have the power to blow up tanks and throw up shields to block missiles, you need to learn control. Without control, you can hurt someone badly.”
“Where is the bell?” Cookie groans.
I tilt my head, “Which bell?”
“The washout bell, so I can quit before my brains start leaking out of my ears.” Cookie says and munches on a doughnut.
“Now, tell me being able to reach out and grab something twenty feet away isn’t cool.” I say with a smile.
“Ok yeah, it’s kinda cool. It’s strange, but it feels natural. Like I’ve always done it, but have just forgotten how.” Cookie says, turning her head sideways.
“Well that’s what it is. You were always a unicorn, you just forgot how to be one for twenty-five years.” Looking up, I smile, “As you get stronger, you almost forget you did things without it. Sometimes I even forget what it was like to try and thread a needle.”
“Threading a needle?” Cookie blinks.
“Yeah, you remember trying to get that thread through the needle so you could fix a lost button on your uniform.” I giggle.
“Nope, I threaded it once and never took it off.” Cookie says, looking innocent.
Laying down on my back too, I stretch out, relaxing, “Magic gives us a freedom, just like flight gives a pegasus freedom, and the earth pony’s strength. It’s a way we can express ourselves and show ourselves.”
“So what else is on the table?” Cookie looks up at the trees and sips her smoothie.
“Well you’re going to need to decide, no, half, or full uniform. I walk around with nothing on sometimes its fine for ponies, but some humans get uppity. Half uniforms are fun, some just wear the tops but no bottoms. Full uniforms require army boxers or panties. It’s a hard choice.”
“Yeah, the idea of wearing panties or girls undies just seems…” Cookie sighs, looking down her belly for a moment.
“Each has its merits and flaws. And it’s a personal choice. Most of us go for full uniform on duty. None for relaxing. Though from what I hear, OSI and CID goes the other way. Nothing for work, and occasionally half for formal.” I say and giggle.
“What’s so funny?” Cookie asks, rolling onto her side.
“Oh half for military means shirt and jacket. Half for CID means skirt. Their idea of half is the back half, ours is the front half.” I giggle.
“Makes sense I guess, fashion vs utility.” Cookie says, stretching out. “What does 520th do?”
“Umm whatever stays dry and looks cute in the bird bath.” I say and smile.
Blinking a few times, Cookie rolls back onto her back starts to giggle herself.
*** Cipher ***
Cipher spreads her wings wide, her horn glowing brightly, “All bow before the princess of the internet!”
“Really? Princess of the internet?” Mindy just covers her face, shaking her head. “Nice avatar though, code butt.”
Cipher laughs, shifting her avatar picture back to normal. “Had to do that, Josh down at the Pentagon Cyber Warfare was bugging me about my avatar.”
“Your avatar? Which one?” Mindy shakes her head looking at her screens, then back at Ciphers Skype video stream.
“My normal avatar which is a cute little ‘My Little Pony’ tan unicorn that has a blue mane and tail.” Cipher says, tilting her head and smiling.
“Umm, isn’t that your normal picture?” Mindy asks, shaking her head.
“Yep and he thinks its CGI. I’ll meet him one of these days, in person.” Cipher giggles.
Groaning, Mindy covers her face with both hooves, “Double face hoof, when a single just won’t cut it. So what brings you on my side of the net?”
“ICE did a raid on a factory in Chula Vista, California. They were expecting to find cross border tunnels, instead they found an underground server farm. It’s not connected to the internet sealed system. Some of the hardware was military, including microwave communications systems so CID was called in.” Cipher says excitedly.
“Mmmhmm.” Mindy says as she checks another screen.
“CID specialists say it’s a Spectrum server farm.” Cipher says and starts counting backwards from three in her mind.
“Mmmhmm…. Wait what!?!” Mindy almost falls out of her chair, sitting up so fast.
“Yeah, I can have you flown down there to take a look.”
“Oh god, if it is maybe we can find out something about Dust.” Mindy says, starting to look around. “Chariot, chariot, I need to get there fast.”
“I can have a plane there to fly you as an emergency consultant. It’s already been approved by CID for you to take a look, they wanted me down there, but I figured you’d want first crack.” Cipher says.
“Oh Celestia yes, I’ll be at the airport in twenty minutes.” Mindy says and runs out, not even bothering to turn off the computer.
*** CMC EC ***
Candy straightens his hat, and looks at the girls, shaking his head. “Are you sure about this?”
Feather nods vigorously, pulling down her skirt and dress. “I called ahead, they are waiting for us. They said we needed to be at least nineteen, and not have a criminal record. We don’t.”
“Why do we have to put this stuff on? We are just going to take it off again in front of people. I don’t feel right about getting undressed in front of people.” Cloudy whines.
“Get undressed huh? Wait, first we normally don’t wear clothing, and that’s stripper, we are stripers. There’s a difference.” Feather says, shaking her head.
“Can’t Candy wear the dress?” Cloudy whimpers.
“No, Cloudy, Colts don’t have to wear skirts. They wear pants.” Feather sighs.
“Honestly I think I’d prefer the skirt.” Candy says, “I was never a pants girl.”
Feather flares her wings, “ARGH. No, we need to be dressed properly, you need pants, you need a skirt, I need antacids.”
“You’re too young for an ulcer.” Cloudy says, shaking her head.
“Yeah but you two are working hard at giving me one. Let’s go.” Feather says determinedly.
“You’ve got everything we need, right Feather?” Candy looks a little worried.
“Yep, trust me, I’ve covered everything with them.” Feather says, climbing into the cab.
The other two follow, still looking nervous.
*** Mindy ***
Getting out of the car, Mindy runs towards the small jet. There’s only one jet on the runway. There are military personal around it. So it’s a good bet that this is her ride.
Charging up, her hooves clatter against the runway, alerting a sergeant at the ramp, who waves her over. “You’re the specialist?”
“Yes. I’m Mindy. Cipher and Fleur recommended me.” She says, looking around, feeling a little panicked.
“Turn sideways, I need to check your butt.” The Sargent says, grumbling.
“WHAT?” Mindy blinks, looking at the human strangely.
“Orders from the LT, said to tell you to turn sideways and check your butt. Then verify your butt stamp to the picture he gave me.” The sergeant says.
“Butt stamp? It’s called a cutie mark.” Mindy growls.
“Hey don’t look at me, it’s the LT’s term.”
Storming onto the plane, Mindy lashes her tail a bit then looks around. The airplane is posh, sofas, recliners, and even several TVs. Walking over, she sits down and huffs.
The co-pilot leans out of the cockpit, looking back, “Oh, hello there, and welcome to Pony Air. We are currently waiting to off load some fuel because no one told me this runway was THAT short. If you look up, you will see that there is no no-smoking sign. Please pretend there is, and do not smoke, use magic, or do anything that could accidently turn this aircraft into a giant roman candle until I give the all clear as I’ve grown rather attached to my hair… and well, my skin.”
“Once we are ready to take off, the flight, Baker to Brown Field will take us approximately three hours barring any really bad weather, pegasi, traffic jams, or flat tires midflight. If we do get a flat midflight don’t worry, we are a member of the Triple P, Pegasus Protection Program. Though as of yet, we have never had to call for a tow and I take great pride in that.”
Nodding the co-pilot points, “Our emergency exits are there, there and there. In case of a crash please feel free to use them as they are there for your convenience but I would ask that you wait until the plane has come to a complete stop before opening them, since I do so hate accidental decompressions. Speaking of accidental decompressions, we have drop down air masks. If you see them drop, please place them over your muzzle and breathe normally. I’m pretty sure at least three of the bags will fit pony muzzles, if not, please ask your steward for assistance provided he’s still conscious he will help.”
“Our inflight meals are five stars. At least I think the commander of the quartermaster is five stars and his office provided them. They are MRE-P’s with extra bottled water, I recommend the alfalfa bits and hay fries, since I can’t eat them. If it turns your stomach don’t worry, our bathrooms fully pony friendly and 100% tail complaint.”
“So welcome to Pony Air, the only airline that’s USD and FDA certified to haul those with butt stamps nationwide and beyond.” Smiling the Co-pilot takes a breath.
“You know, your muzzle’s really short and blunt for a pegasus. Hit the ground too hard?” Mindy says, giggling.
“Nope, sorry, no feathers here, in fact I passed my expiration date. As such, the USDA and FDA couldn’t approve me for my own butt stamp.”
“Oh, shame. It might have improved your looks.” Mindy snerks.
“I know. I even practiced the chest puffing thing, but nope, and just my luck, I’m not even attracted to bird baths.” He says, smiling, “Trust me I get enough complaints from pegasi for my flying skills. Though our current policy is to disable their phones to improve crew morale.”
“Flying skills that bad?” Mindy says, tilting her head. “Well if you fail at flying you can always get a job as a stand-up, or maybe a taxi driver.”
“Yep, can’t feel air current like a pegasus, so it drives them nuts. No complaints from unicorns or earth ponies though.” The co-pilot says, looking out the window.
“Yet.” Mindy points out.
Walking over he sits beside Mindy, “Don’t worry we’ll get you there safe. We’ll do our best to help you find Dust as fast as we can.”
Blinking, she looked at him tears ready to fall. The tears have wanted to fall very easily the last couple of months, “You know about it?”
“It’s why we are here. So don’t fret, we don’t need worry lines on that cute little muzzle of yours.” He says, chuckling.
“Ugg, no. Yeah you are way too ugly to flirt with.” Mindy says with a smile.
Chuckling softly he stands up and gives her cheek a quick stroke. The contact has a spark to it, she isn’t sure if it is static electricity, or something else. But, it is like the stroke of a pegasus wing. Blinking, she shakes her head and watches him head to the cockpit.
“And I’ll fly, and I’ll fly to the ends of the sky…” He starts singing softly.
“ARGH! No singing, you know the rules!” The captain says, laughing.
*** CMC EC ***
“Are you sure about this?” Candy says, looking up at the hospital.
“Oh come on, what could possibly go wrong? It’s a children’s hospital, we are helping kids.” Feather says as she flaps her wings to get enough height to hit the handicapped door button.
Looking at each, other the twins gulp. So far their track record with kids had been less than stellar and this seems like going right into an Ursa Major’s cave with a boom box… while she’s trying to sleep.
“Umm, please don’t ever say ‘what could possibly go wrong’ when it comes to getting cutie marks.” Candy says, shivering.
“Do I have to remind you about ‘Cutie Mark Crusaders Tank Crew’? War Thunder is not a simulator.” Cloudy huffs.
“Look, I never got a chance to experiment with different jobs where I grew up.” Feather says, looking down.
“How about something safe like, Cutie Mark Crusader McDonald’s employees?” Cloudy says.
Candy shivers, “Yeah right, like I want a big mac or fries on my flank for life.”
Trotting in, Feather checks her phone. They gave her an office number to go to, for check in and to find their jobs. Turning, she prances as she leads the others into the office and giggles. “We’re here.”
Standing up and looking over the desk the nurse blinks a few times, looking down at the three colorful foals.
“I’m Feather, this is Candy and Cloudy. I called in yesterday about…” Feather blinks watching the nurse’s eyes roll back as she goes down, her head hitting the counter hard as she falls.
“Umm, that went better than I expected.” Cloudy says sarcastically.
Feather runs around and looks at her, “Someone get a doctor, she’s hurt!”
Candy turns around and runs into the hall, skidding to a stop and calling out, “Someone call 911, a nurse… ” Blinking a few times, she looks at the nurses around. “Umm never mind about 911, can we get a nurse or doctor here? The HR nurse passed out and hit her head. And I’m an idiot today.”
All eyes fall on the little pony colt. The city is close to the base, but apparently not everyone knows about the ponies yet. Candy shakes his head and sighs, “Yes, I’m a talking pony, yes we are real, but she’s hurt and needs help.”
Everyone looks on in shock and surprise. A few have heard stories from base, but this is different. They are so small. So little, almost fragile looking.
“MOVE IT!” Candy says, stomping a hoof.
The yell is enough to get people scrambling as a doctor and nurses run in to check on the woman in HR.
“Let me guess, you didn’t tell her we were ponies.” Cloudy says, looking at Feather.
Feather grumps and looks down at the ground, “It slipped my mind okay? Do you go around saying oh by the way, I’m a unicorn?”
“Slipped your mind? Man, Feather, when you forget something, you REALLY forget something.” Cloudy says, and leans against Feather.
“Hey it was a small detail. Come on it was hardly worth mentioning.” Feather says.
“And yet, here we are.” Candy says.
All three ponies look at the unconscious nurse and sigh.
“Is it me or are the small details the ones that always seem to bite us in the tail?” Candy says and leans against Feather from the other side.
One of the nurses looks over at the foals and kneels down, scratching Feather behind her ears. “Well, since you’re here. Would you like to visit the children?”
“You mean you’re not mad at us?” Feather says, looking up, her ears down and tears in her eyes.
“Mistakes happen, and I know lots of little girls, and a few little boys, who meeting a little unicorn or pegasus would just make their entire stay. You just have to be careful though.”
All three of the foals start wagging their tails vigorously with their ears perked, looking at the nurse.
“What I’m going to do is assign each of you an orderly. You go with her, do what she says. If she says leave the room quick, do so. I don’t know if some of the kids might have allergic or asthmatic reactions so it’s always best to be safe.” The nurse says.
“Also expect to be hugged and patted a lot. Again, the orderly will tell which children you can approach and that can hug you.”
All three foals nod vigorously, then they high hoof, “Cutie Mark Crusader Candy Stripers GO!”
*** 25.08 years ago in Equestria ***
“It’s so quiet and peaceful. I could sleep for months.”
Looking up she shakes her head. “Reginald, didn’t you like, sleep though an entire year and wake up thinking you only slept a few hours?”
Narrowing his eyes she shakes his head. “No…That was Sergio.”
“Nope I’m pretty sure that was you.” Sitting on the cliff side, she looks down over the valley. “Don’t you miss them?”
“Bah. Discord did us all a favor getting rid of them.” Reginald shakes his head.
The ground shakes as Basil hits the ground hard. “Did I miss a conclave or something?”
“Ugh, lose some weight.” She says, shaking her head.
“It’s a pleasure as always, Kara. What are you two talking about?”
“The peace and quiet,” Reginald says, spreading his wings.
“I don’t miss them one bit.” Basil says.
“Not even Fluttershy?”
Both Basil and Reginald looked at her, then each other.
Reginald sighed. “I know what Fluttershy did, we all do. But she’s gone. And you know Discord can’t stand her name being said aloud.”
“And I do so hate it when my servants don’t do what they are told.” Discord says, appearing lounging on Basil’s back.
“Hello Discord.” Basil says, rolling his eyes, “Since your back there, scratch a little to the left.”
Discord goes to scratch, then he blinks, “Hey I give the orders here. And someone’s been keeping secrets.”
“We all keep secrets, not only is it part of our culture, but its common nature not to tell everyone everything.” Reginald says, stretching his back out. “Come on, do you think I want everyone knowing where I hide my cookies?”
“Now, now, that’s not what I meant. Luckily I have a little birdy to tell me secrets.” Discord says as he snaps his claw.
Appearing in a flash of light, Garble looks around and smiles, “So I’m going to get what you said you’d pay me?”
“Oh of course, and more.” Discord says.
Basil huffed, “Garble, go back to your mom.”
“Nope, Discord promised me a huge treasure.” Garble says, “And I aim to collect.”
“Someone’s been very bad.” Discord says.
Basil looks at Reginald and winks, “Yeah but this is bizarro chaos Equestria, so bad is good, and good is bad. That means someone’s been very good.”
Discord covers his face with a paw, “Don’t even start with that again. I mean someone’s broken my rules.”
Reginald looks at Discord, then at Kara, “Kara have you been splashing around in Discords private bath again?”
“No you idiots, she’s been hiding ponies in her cave.” Garble says.
Reginald and Basil both look at Kara. Ever since Fluttershy had helped her, she has had a soft spot for ponies, but they never knew she would take it that far.
Basil turns, “Oh come on. You can’t fault her for keeping some pets.”
“Oh no, I understand.” Discord says, vanishing and reappearing wrapped around Kara’s neck. “Hiding two families of pegasi and a family of earth ponies, I’d have to start calling her a crazy pony lady… or maybe a pegasister.”
Kara narrows her eyes, “I was just helping out. So leave them be, they aren’t doing any harm.”
“Leave them be? I have already dealt with them.” Discord laughs.
“WHAT!” Kara roars, “They were so young, how could you?”
“Well if you’re so concerned you can share in their fate.” Looking over at Basil and Reginald, “Let this be a reminder for all of you not to cross me… For Five Score Divided by Four…”
*** Somalia ***
Narrowing her eyes she looks at the smoke in the distance. Why couldn’t they just leave her be? This time though, they are coming with tanks. She counts at least four of them, backed by tactical vehicles.
Digging her claws into the mountain top, she spreads her wings. She just wants to be left alone. The ponies are quiet, they leave her be. There’s no heavy machinery, no roar of big engines. Just the laughter and joy they feel, living in the valley, safe. Because of her. They shouldn’t have to deal with death, or gun fire.
She can’t blame it on the ponies, though. The ponies aren’t attracting them. These people would come for humans, or they would just try and sneak through the pass to get into Kenya to commit crimes there.
Well no more. They will learn this is her territory. They will learn this valley belongs to her. They will learn to leave her alone. She wants to be alone, she has to be, it is her punishment.
Launching herself off the mountain top, she dives at the tanks. They will never see her coming. Her speed, her power, even a modern battle tanks can’t stand up to the fire she can put out. Even a simple Molotov Cocktail can disable a tank. What she hits them with, is closer to a napalm strike. The Valley of Blood is hers, and hers alone.
*** Velvet ***
Military bases often have parades. Marching cadences are commonplace, especially with training units. Groups marching or jogging in formation is nothing unusual. Having over a dozen ponies, including unicorns earth ponies, and pegasi, along with foals, prancing in formation down the street singing ‘Hearts as Strong as Horses’ is just beyond normal.
Well, beyond normal anywhere but Fort Bragg or maybe Quantico. One of these days I expect us to get flack for this. Especially seeing several Drill Sergeants suffering from aneurisms as their entire platoons break out laughing at the sight of us ponies.
Breaking off from the squad at the end of the song I look at Cookie, smiling, “Welcome to your first musical number.”
“How does that even work? I never saw the show, I don’t know the words to the songs.” Cookie says, shaking her head.
“I just chalk it up to a magic that binds us together. A herd magic that as soon as one sings others join in, as the magic shares the words.” I smile, “So today we hit the quartermaster and get you your new uniform.”
“I wish I could stay a marine though.” Cookie says mournfully.
“For now you’re going to be in the mess with Ah-Pee until we can figure out what trade you want to do. If you’re going for combat, combat support, field work, or base type jobs. Or if you want to rotate out.” I say smiling, “You’ll still be a marine in uniform and such until all the paperwork and retraining is done.”
Walking beside the park I stretch out my neck and shake myself out. It’s been a hard few days of training. Especially for Cookie, but she had been doing so well. She has come so far, so fast. Well, she is resentful of her new form, but…
The scream makes me spin, horn glowing bright, ready to throw up a shield or lash out with an energy blast. For the first time I realize just how dangerous unicorns can be if there is an accident. Looking over I see Cookie sitting on the ground, trembling. An MP dog is sniffing at her, being pulled back by his handler.
“Sorry about that. Jethro’s never been around ponies before.” The MP says, shaking his head. “Jethro behave.” He growls at the dog, which is still straining to sniff Cookie.
“Cookie? Are you ok?” I come up to her and nuzzle her, worried.
“It stuck its nose under my tail… it touched my…” She is trembling badly and is in tears. Shock is pretty hard on her.
“Yep, definitely going to get you wearing combat pants right?” I say, sitting in front of her, then I look at the MP, “Best get the dog out of here. He’s lucky she didn’t buck him.”
“Hey it’s not my fault your kind doesn’t dress.” The MP says.
Blinking I look at him sternly. “Trust me. You want to back off on this issue. That falls into sexual harassment here, letting your dog that close to her. Trust me, get that dog away from her, now.”
“It touched my…”
I push myself up as tightly as I can to Cookie. “Calm down. It was an accident. And clothing will help. Dogs tend to sniff though.”
Gently I pushed her a bit to get her to stand, “Come on, let’s get to supply.”
Slowly I get her moving. Base supply is only a short distance and I do my best to keep an eye out for dogs. I had always worried about dogs and the foals, given their size. I had never thought about them sticking their noses in places though. I know its dog instinct but I’d have to warn all the ponies about it and let the brass know.
The mare in the supply office smiles, seeing us trot in. “I’ve been waiting on you. It was a bit of a fight but we got a complete marine uniform ready.”
Blinking, I looked at her, then stand up on my hind legs, leaning over to look at her cutie mark.
The mare tilts her head tapping her shoulder, “My cutie marks up here, watch your eyes.” She says with a giggle.
Blinking I tilt my head, “No, I don’t recognize you.”
“Hazel Harvest, I just transferred here, I was over in Saudi Arabia when I changed. It’s still a mess over there.”
“Well welcome to Fort Bragg.” I say, smiling. “I’m Twilight…”
“Twilight Velvet!!!” She says, perking, “You’re the one that did those videos they showed me.”
“Ugh, yeah what a thing to be remembered for.” I say, shaking my head.
“Here we go, Cookie Crisp, we have your combats. Service and dress, boots, army issue boxers… I HATE them myself.” She says, but puts them down for the other mare.
“Yeah the PX has panties for us.” I say.
“And your combat saddlebags and dress saddle bags.” She says, smiling.
She didn’t even wait for help or suggestions. Cookie quickly starts to get dressed in combats as fast as she can. Still looking a little panicked.
Looking at Hazel I sigh, “A dog stuck his nose under her tail. She’s a little stressed.”
“I would be too. I’ll let the girls know. Are you going to be at the park this weekend?” Hazel asks, smiling.
“Why what’s going on?” Cookie says, looking up.
“We are trying to get all the ponies together, we are doing a large barbeque and the running of the leaves.” Hazel says.
“The running of the leaves?” I look at Cookie.
“Yeah it doesn’t need to be done, and this isn’t Ponyville, but it is something for us to get together for.” Hazel chirps, “Come join us, the food is free. Just bring your hooves.”
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when are we gonna get updates on velvet's pregnacy?
Loved the update as usual kitsy! Keep up the great work!
6644193
this is a really good chapter and I feel bade for cookie getting a cold nose.
as to velvet's pregnancy yep she is still pregnant.
love Harts Fire
6644193
real life horses carry for 11 months
most of the head cannons use this standard.
although MLP babies are less developed than their real life counterparts
some questions :
Can a baby pony walk within minutes of birth ?
How quickly does the feathers of a baby pegasus come in after delivery ?
Does a unicorn baby have a soft nub that hardens after birth?
Does the first feeding which contains collagen also infuse magic ?
Oh story idea!
what would a five score woman give birth too?
Discord is rotten but even he holds life dear so a woman/ cursed mare is pregnant with a human child from her human husband(keeping it family folks ) when the curse is lifted ?
thoughts?
6646405 Thats the fun part, a 5 score woman before the change fathers either a human, or in a VERY VERY Flukey case. another 5 score child. so for example, if a 5 score had a 4 year old before their change... that 4 year old would be human...
The 5 score Could then turn into a foal... and 21 years later... their child COULD with a total fluke of events... turn into an adult pony that turns out to be the foals mare.
yes i'm insane :)
6647161
your making my brain hurt
6647161 You are evil.
Just imagine, the fact that the foal is cursed 21 years before the mare means that she abandoned her child. And that may have very... interesting consequences when they meet again.
6646380 Maybe not minutes but easily within an hour tends to apply to Zebras and giraffes as well. At least on earth its a survival thing as predators could get them on the ground
No idea or guess on peguas feathers birds have large variance.. After some searching a bald eagle can take 60-90 to fledge (Develop large enough feathers and wing muscles for flight) while an albatross can take up to 280 days
I'd assume since a number of horned animals have little nubs or horn buds when they re born unicorns would be similar
No Idea about collagen but for most mammals that first feeding or so contains minerals and benefical bacteria for the baby. Magic entirely possible
Objection!
Modern battle tanks are designed to not be disabled by a simple molotov....A whole loads of them might work and one or two down the hatches or the guns works...
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Well it could have meant older models like... T-34. Mostly used as turrets instead of as a tank though. It still runs in middle east.
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even modern ones, seen what happens when a drone drops a molitive into the turret hatch of a t-90
Oof, regretful Dragon danger. Yeet her some friendship fast!