A Lying Face
"Do you think I'd be a good mother?" Velvet blurted out, coming to a halt in front of a foal's clothing store and looking in through the window.
"What?" Dawn froze mid-step, one hoof just barely above the ground. She stared at Velvet with wide eyes and after a few false starts of a response, she finally replied, "I-I don't know. Are you pr-pregnant?" Her voice grew quiet. "I didn't know you liked stallions…"
"I'm, uh, I—" Velvet shook her head. "No, sorry, I'm not pregnant. Crystal said something to me the other day and I haven't been able to get it out of my head. She said I could adopt if I wanted a foal."
Dawn's brow furrowed. "Do you want a foal?"
Velvet rolled her shoulders in a casual shrug as she walked forward again. "Maybe someday? I've got my hooves full with Red and I only take care of him a few hours, and not every day. I can't imagine having him around all day, all week."
All day every day with Red? Playing choo-choo, feeding him carrot mush foal food, napping together, teaching him to talk…
A smile started to soften her expression. "Okay, so maybe I can." She laughed. "But that'd take some serious life changes! I mean, I'd have to give up ballet, for starters. And I'm not ready to do that."
Dawn continued walking quietly beside Velvet for a while longer before she glanced at her and smiled. "I think you'd be a great mother. You're really kind and caring, and you always talk about your baby brother, so, yes. Yes, I think you'd be great."
"Yeah?" Velvet stepped closer to brush their shoulders together. "Thanks, honey. So, how is your job going?"
"Oh, it's fine, I suppose." Dawn's ears flicked back. "I don't think it's what I want to do, but I don't know what I want to do, so I'll just keep doing it for now."
Velvet hummed in thought. What could Dawn do instead? Well, she was from a farm, but Canterlot didn't have farms. What was kind of like a farm that Canterlot would have? Velvet would have said a grocery store, but that was clearly not working.
Dawn broke the silence with a giggle. "It's okay. You can't solve all of my problems. I'm not unhappy, I'm just… not happy."
"Well, I want you to be happy, sunshine, but I'll keep thinking on it while you decide what we're going to do today." Velvet bounced on the tips of her hooves as she strode ahead, flicking her tail in Dawn's face. "You said you wanted to go out!"
"I did, and we're out, aren't we?" Dawn smiled and quickened her pace to catch up. "We've just only really spent time together indoors, so I thought a change might be nice. Get some fresh air, feel the warm sun…"
Velvet nodded and let her gaze wander the stores they passed by. "If all you want to do is walk around, then we'll walk around!"
After doing some idle window shopping of the storefront displays for the Vera Whinny, A'Mares, Bruneighllo Cucineighlli, and Oscanter de la Reinta, one particular item in the window of Heirloom Books stopped Velvet cold.
New Moon is back again with Dark of the Moon! Get your book signed by the author if you purchase your copy today!
A chill ran down Velvet's spine and she had to shake to get rid of the sensation. New Moon, author of Eventide and—apparently—its new sequel, Dark of the Moon. A continuation of the story centered around vamponies, ponies that were infected by vampire fruit bats.
Velvet bit her lower lip. Crystal kept telling her that vamponies didn't exist, but all sorts of creatures did: manticores, dragons, chimeras, cockatrices, diamond dogs… Why not vamponies? Could anypony prove they didn't exist?
'They walk among us,' the narrator of Eventide had said, 'and yet not a single pony knows of the danger that lurks under the guise of a friendly smile.'
It was just a work of fiction. Just some drivel written to entice younger mares into the idea of a romance with a quintessential bad colt. A bad colt who could suck their blood like juice from an apple, but chose not to out of love. It was supposed to be hot.
And yet… Crystal's stories were called fiction, but all of her characters were based on ponies she knew. How could anypony know if New Moon had or had not encountered vamponies?
The very idea of them made her coat stand on end. She could be walking beside a vampony at that moment that was eyeing her for dinner!
Velvet's stomach lurched and she jerked her head to the side to see Dawn looking at her. "Wh-what?"
"Oh, nothing!" Dawn waved a hoof. "I just wouldn't have guessed you were a vampony fan, that's all."
"I'm not!" Velvet exclaimed, her voice cracking as she tried to get it under control. "I'm not, I just, you know, I was just looking. A vampony book just happened to be in my way." Almost reflexively, she took a step away from Dawn.
Dawn, who was smiling curiously at her. Dawn, whose full name was suddenly suspicious. Dawn, who Velvet just realized was glittering in the sunlight.
Velvet's mind whirled on too many thoughts at once. "Dawn, y—did you know that, uh, you're sparkling?"
Dawn flushed and shuffled from one hoof to the other. "Oh, I was wondering if you noticed or not. I got a new coat wash that has glitter in it, s-since I know you like that."
Right, that was a perfectly reasonable explanation. And her name wasn't that suspicious. It was a cute little name. Most of all, of course, Dawn didn't have fangs or bat-like wings, so how could she possibly be a vampony? They couldn't use disguises, could they?
Velvet did her best to smile. "It looks good on you. You should wear it more often." She glanced back at the book announcement and gave a forced, nervous laugh. "So, vamponies, huh? What do you think?"
"About vamponies?" Dawn frowned lightly, tilting her head to one side. "I hope they're just a myth, but I would have said that about changelings…" She shuddered. "The idea of a pony being some kind of evil creature and not even knowing it is terrifying."
That was an understatement. Velvet managed another breathless laugh and rubbed the back of her neck. "Yeah. I know, right? I mean, changelings, giant cockatrices, and now vamponies? What is going on with Equ—" Her jaw dropped and her heart stopped.
Dawn blinked. "Velvet? Are you okay?"
"V…" Her legs felt cold.
"What?" Dawn stepped toward her and put a hoof on her shoulder. "Velvet, you're shaking!"
"V-vampony," Velvet whispered and pointed a trembling hoof.
Walking slowly toward them were two mares who clearly didn't belong. There was nothing about them that was hidden, from their blood red eyes with slit pupils to the fangs poking out over their bottom lips.
She had been right all along. Vamponies were real. Dawn said something, but Velvet didn't hear it as she took a step back, then charged forward and hissed, "Run, Dawn!"
Dawn squeaked. "What?"
There was no time to explain. The vamponies hadn't noticed her yet. Before they could, she sprung into action. She hunched low and put all of her weight into pushing herself forward, checking her shoulder into one vampony's chest. They both grunted from the impact and the other vampony screamed.
Velvet nearly faltered when she saw the fangs up close. The vampony had her mouth wide open and ready to strike. She couldn't allow that! Pivoting on her right hindhoof, she bowed her head to smash her forehead against the vampony's muzzle.
Stars filled her vision. A ringing resounded deep within her skull. But there was no time to recover. She stumbled at first, trying to get her balance, and once she found it, she bolted.
Fear-fueled adrenaline coursed through her veins as she imagined the vamponies right behind her. They were ageless and powerful, after all, so they would have certainly recovered much faster than Velvet. She could hear the wails and shrieks filling the air—good. Good. Their attention would be focused on her, giving Dawn an easy escape.
She almost couldn't believe what was happening. It was like the changeling attack all over again, but so, so much worse. Nopony knew what the changelings were going to do with the ponies. Velvet knew exactly what the vamponies were going to do, and she wasn't going to let that happen.
They were real. Why wouldn't they be real? New Moon had been writing about them all this time! It wasn't fiction—it was an autobiography! Where else would she have gotten the idea? Velvet skidded when she came around a corner too hard and crashed into a pony leaving a store.
"Sorry!" she gasped out, flashing a smile at the glare she received. She glanced over her shoulder and didn't see any pursuing vamponies, which filled her with both relief and dread. Where had they gone?
"How rude!" the mare said and snubbed her nose. "Honestly, what sort of a lady acts like a wild boar?" She huffed as she turned to stomp away, a folded piece of fabric falling from one of the bags levitating in dark orange magic.
Velvet's smile fell and she rolled her eyes. The kind of lady that certainly wasn't going to return the shawl that—she blinked. A shawl. Perfect! She hurriedly wrapped it around herself, draped over her nose to cover half of her face and falling down to her shoulders. Now her neck was safe from enticing any vamponies into looking for a snack.
Oh, Crystal would be sorry for doubting her all this time. The condominium was just two blocks away. As she kept running, she prayed that Dawn had gotten away safely. Dawn was so sweet and so gentle. There was no way she could defend herself against ravenous vamponies.
When she arrived at the front door, she sucked in a sharp breath at a sudden thought. How widespread was the invasion? What if there was one waiting for her inside? Crystal was just polite enough to invite one right in for tea.
The trembling came back as she undid the lock and slowly pushed the door open. She didn't know of any cure for vampirism. If Crystal had been infected, she didn't know what she would do.
"Hello?" she tried to call into the living room, but the sound was barely above a whisper as her throat locked up. She cleared her throat while her gaze darted about. "Is it safe?"
Crystal came into view, brow knitted and lips pursed. "How did you know it wasn't?"
Crystal's voice was quiet. Velvet's heart nearly jumped right out of her chest while her ears shot straight up. She spied Silent lying on the couch, a cloth draped over his forehead and his eyes closed. Sweat matted his coat, which was a pale, muted color as opposed to its usually vibrant white.
"They got him?!" Velvet gasped out. Oh, no. No, no, no. Not this. This was just as bad as Crystal herself being infected.
Crystal blinked. "Who got him? What's wrong?"
Crystal didn't know? Had Silent just showed up like this and she unwittingly took him in?! Velvet took a step back. "Vamponies! They're back!"
From the couch, Silent mumbled, "Vamponies aren't real."
Velvet glared at him, but before she could respond, Crystal said, "Surprisingly, Silent is correct for now. Vamponies aren't real." She paused, then one brow raised. "Wait a second. Did New Moon's sequel release today? That's rather unfortunate timing."
But they were! Velvet had just seen two of them! She huffed as anger boiled in her chest. Crystal would just say she was mistaken, like always. She didn't have proof, and Crystal was the ultimate vampony skeptic.
Kicking the door shut behind her, Velvet rolled her eyes. "Oh, right. Sequel. Because it's totally fiction. Yeah, I'll believe that when you prove it!"
Crystal groaned as she shook her head and walked back into the kitchen. "Velvet, how can I prove something isn't real?"
"Exactly!" Velvet shot a glare in Crystal's direction before edging closer to Silent. His breathing was ragged and his gaze was fixed on the ceiling. His eyes were still a silvery color, and his pupils were still round, though they were dilated. "So, how long before he starts sparkling?"
"If vamponies were real—if—they wouldn't sparkle," Crystal said with frustration in her voice.
Velvet continued to examine Silent. If he had been bitten, then that meant the Guard would be aware of the vamponies. Good. They would take care of it. That thought actually brought her some relief, though she did glare at Crystal again. "It's in New Moon's autobiography. They sparkle."
"Not real," Silent wheezed. Of course he had to deny it. Honor bound to keep the public calm. Not that he'd have honor for much longer, anyway.
"We'll see about that, Fangs McKnight." Velvet glanced at his wings. They were still those of a pegasus, though the feathers were mussed up.
Unfortunately, Eventide had been focused on the supposed 'romance' of Bonita and Ward rather than how to actually deal with them. She knew fire was part of it, but how? Was she supposed to set Silent on fire? How could she do that? Crystal would never let her! She'd sooner become a vampony with him than let harm come to him.
A growing pain throbbed behind Velvet's eyes. She wasn't prepared for this, not at all. She'd have to seek help, somepony who—
Silent snored.
From the kitchen, Crystal sighed. "Did he pass out?"
Velvet took the risk of moving in closer to get a better look at his face. He didn't yet look anything like the two vamponies she had encountered. He just looked like Silent. He was also definitely fast asleep. "He did."
Or what if he was just succumbing to the transformation process? Velvet shivered at the thought. The last thing she wanted to see was a pony turn right before her eyes. "How long ago was he bit?"
"He's not turning into a vampony, Velvet," Crystal said as she carried the tea set over and set it on the table. "He's just sick."
Velvet frowned. "That's how it starts."
"It's just a story!" Crystal pointed at a copy of Her Silent Love resting on the table. "That's just a story! They're all stories!"
Yeah, just a story. Except Her Silent Love was literally based on Crystal and her fawning over Silent for, like, a year. Actually, that was a perfect counterpoint! Velvet pointed at the snoring Silent. "And yours are all based on true stories!"
Crystal paused. Velvet smirked inwardly. She had her now. Slowly, Crystal put a hoof to her forehead and groaned. "I hate that I don't have a good argument against that." She sighed. "Fine! Vamponies may be real, but Silent's not turning into one." She stepped forward and lowered her face to Velvet's. "He's—just—sick. With a normal pony cold."
Velvet wanted to believe it. It would make life so much simpler. The last thing she wanted to do was deal with her best friend's coltfriend-turned-vampony. The second last thing she wanted was to see her best friend join the dark side and become a vampony with her coltfriend.
"Do you swear?" Velvet asked, holding Crystal's gaze firm and steady.
"Oh my gosh, yes, I swear!" Crystal gave an exasperated huff. "Now pack your bags and go spend a night or two at your parents' house until he gets better."
Right! Her parents! She had to make sure they and Red were okay. "Okay!" Velvet started to sidestep her way toward her bedroom. "You have fun being nursemaid. I'm going to go enjoy the fresh air and sunlight." She narrowed her eyes at Silent. "Like a normal pony."
He just continued to snore in response.
Once she was safely inside her room and the door was shut, she let out a heavy sigh. Was there a chance she really was mistaken? Had those not been vamponies at all? But she had been so close to them, and the fangs were right in her face! How could she have imagined all that?
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So, perhaps, she had overreacted. It was definitely a distinct possibility that she was willing to entertain. After a whole day and into the next, there had been no reports of vampony attacks or even sightings in Canterlot.
On the plus side, when she peeked in through the Hole Foods grocery store window, Dawn was safe and sound. The downside was that the next morning's paper featured an outraged article about a pair of fillies dressed up for the release of their favorite book... and how they had been attacked by a crazy mare.
When Sunbeam had read that and made the connection, she hadn't stopped laughing. She had been laughing when Velvet left for practice. She was probably still laughing right then! Velvet didn't want to go back home to that, but with Silent ill, Tumble busy picking up the slack for the other guards out sick, and Dawn probably thinking she was the weirdest pony ever, where could she go?
Velvet tried not to sigh, but the sound escaped nonetheless, earning the attention of the stallion sitting beside her.
"You all right?" Ephemeral whispered, nudging her with his wing.
Velvet didn't look at him, instead keeping her eyes on the ponies in the center of the studio floor. Spotlight, the lighting director, was coordinating with Lightshow and the other special effects unicorns for the wedding scene. Apparently, she had some sort of vision for the scene and there was some disagreement on how to properly convey that.
Velvet shrugged. "Yeah. Fine." Other than the fact that she was a crazy mare who had attacked innocent fillies.
It was hard to focus on anything with the guilt of that weighing on her conscious. They had just been excited for the release of the sequel, and she had shoulder-checked and head-butted them. What kind of a monster was she? What did Dawn think about her after seeing all of that?
"You don't seem fine, but all right." He shrugged. "If you don't want to talk about it, I—"
"Hey, Moony. How about clubbing?" Velvet looked up at him, her expression blank.
Ephemeral blinked, then laughed softly. "Oh, wow. Got it in one today."
Velvet's brow furrowed. "Got what in one?"
There was a pause before he replied, "Weren't you guessing what I like to do after work?"
"No." She gasped and her eyes widened. "Wait, you like to go clubbing?!"
"Oy, mate!" the heavily accented voice of Spotlight cut in and the fiery orange mare trotted up to them. "I'm sorry. Are we borin' ya? Don't mean to be wastin' ya time, mate."
Velvet sat up straight and shook her head. "No, ma'am! Sorry, ma'am! We were just discussing, ah—"
"That we think the red effect is better than the green for the poisoned knife," Ephemeral cut in, his tone perfectly even. "With all of the blues, the red will stand out better."
Spotlight's brow raised as she eyed them before a grin cut across her muzzle. "Too right! Well, why didn't ya say somethin' sooner, Eph?" She clapped him on the shoulder and turned to head back to the unicorns. "Ya heard the bloke! Red it is!"
Velvet waited until Spotlight was engaged in the practice run, then whispered, "Good save."
Ephemeral chuckled. "One of us has to pay attention." His ear flicked and he glanced at her. "So, if you weren't guessing, then what were you talking about?"
"Oh. Right." Velvet frowned. "I don't want to go home tonight, so I was asking if you wanted to go clubbing with me."
After a thoughtful hum, Ephemeral bobbed his head. "Sounds good. Don't complain if I outshine you on the dance floor, though."
Velvet swallowed a laugh and managed to grin instead. "We'll just see about that, Moony."
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Vamponies aren't real, Velvet......
Velvet needs some help if she's so scared of vamponies that she starts attacking fillies.
I do not know whether I want to praise you for ridiculing what you have ridiculed... or chastise you for reminding everyone of it, instead of letting it dissolve into oblivion and nothingness...
Really, a vampony who does not feed because he "loves". What hogwash.
7128417 She's always being forced to fight fillies. It's a natural response.
Oh Velvet dear you get more crazy by the day, attacking fillies now? hehe.
7128453 Maybe I should clarify: Velvet needs help if she's attacking fillies who are not also wanting her to attack back... in bed, or the bathroom, or the stairwell, or the couch, or the closet, or the chandelier, or the...
If she thought they were vamponies, why didn't she tell anyone she saw them, like Crystal or somepony?
7128416 7128417 Unicorns, pegasi, alicorns, dragons, gryphons, changelings, manticores, cockatrices, hydras, chimeras, sirens, minotaurs, centaurs, so on and so forth and so on exist... Why are vamponies so implausible?
7128439 Why not both? I think this particular circumstances calls for both. I wouldn't blame you in the least. I have a personal vendetta against that series, and yet I just can't leave it alone...
7128459 They were clearly vamponies! And they were coming right for her and Dawn! She had to protect Dawn!
7128516 In her own words:
Ephemeral goes clubbing?! Hype!
This almost felt like an AU AU post it was so nutty with the vamponies. I mean, I know Velvet is a rather impulsive mare, but straight up attacking some costumed ponies? That's some next level stuff right there. Funny nonetheless.
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I never said it was. That doesn't change her fear being so strong that she reacts violently without thought to anything that resembles what she's scared of. That's not healthy or safe.
That is a fantastic way not to further lead Dawn on. I think the only way to make this worse would be if Velvet and Dawn "meet" the parents.
This had me in stitches. I'm choosing to believe that you had Dawn say this to Velvet on purpose as a wink to the reader.
I think this confirms beyond a shadow of a doubt that Velvet doesn't read at all outside of those Prima Donna books when she was young.
Pulse pounding Velvet hurtled down another street before throwing herself into a nearby alley. Her heart still racing, Velvet mustered her courage and peeked around the corner. With no vamponies in sight Velvet smiled. She had done it. She'd faced off against the scourge and gotten cleanly away. A nervous laugh escaped her, Crystal would never believe her tale.
Stepping out of the alleyway, Velvet turned to go find Dawn an—
The only warning Velvet got was a sudden woosh of displaced air before a strong pair of hooves grabbed her around the barrel. Despite her enthusiastic squirming, moments later Velvet was airborne. A deep, somewhat familiar voice, vibrated through the back of her head.
"Wait until I see you later tonight."
Velvet shrieked, the vampony dropped. Her life flashed before her eyes, she was...on the ground and as her panic induced deafness faded she could hear foals giggling. Fully opening her eyes Velvet, saw she was surrounded by unicorn foals.
"Have fun in Magical Kindergarten," Thunder Tumble yelled as he flew away.
When in doubt, Runic.
I can think of one way.
Excellent. This is exactly what Velvet needs, for things to get even more tangled.
7128553 To be fair, she was worked up, in a panic, and felt like she had to protect Dawn by drawing the attention of oncoming threats. Not that that excuses things, but in her mind, it was "self-defense" in a way. Dawn-defense!
I told everyone that Thunder was just the obvious distraction from the real shipping target! Operation Ephemeral Step is a go!
But seriously, Velvet, honey... You're going to explain and apologize to those two, aren't you? Right?
*sigh* And then there are the actual, living batponies...
EDIT: I wonder if New Moon has had to issue apologies to the nox ponies.
Velvet Fondant Step!
Just because they're in costume does not mean they want or even need your help auditioning for Nightstalkers: The Dark Warriors.
7128576 Hmm... I could get down with Dawn-Defense. Maybe Velvet will start to realize that she ACTUALLY likes Dawn, and won't run screaming into the night at the thought.
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The real question is this, why are vamponies so scary in particular when all of those and more exist?
How to kill Dawn in a few easy steps. Geez, Velvy, give the poor little mare a heart attack, whydoncha?
Well, Dawn, I'd argue that 'being evil' is something nopony generally believes they are. I'd assume most ponies would justify their wrongdoings, so they wouldn't necessarily know they're evil. That being said, New Moon sounds like an evil creature, and is based off of one of the most evil creatures I've seen in my lifetime. Oh, the power of ladyboners.
I am entirely too amused by that. What you did there? I saw it.
If Crystal were anything other than a lady, I'm sure she'd swear quite a bit at her friend's bizarre phobia, especially given Crystal's invalid Knight.
Mama Sunbeam laughs and the audience laughs with her!
Honestly, fight-then-flight mode Velvet is an amazing read. Poor Dawn, she probably got left standing there slack-jawed and horrified, stumbling over her words to apologize to the 'vamponies' and wondering what the hay got into Velvet. Gold all around.
What, like you did to that poor vampony cosplayer? With your own head, no less!
Nice save. Red is a good color for something deadly and, used correctly, evokes a visceral response. Gold star for Eph!
Oh man, Crystal really got into Velvet's head with her talk of foals, didn't she?
If Sunset Coffee's wife (whose name escapes me at the moment) could start an urban garden in Manehatten, maybe Canterlot could have something similar? Alternatively, maybe a job working in a park? Canterlot has at least some parks and gardens, we've seen them in the show a few different times.
Oh my god, the vampire problem. Velvet, watch out for Dawn! It's always the seemingly innocent ones!
(You know, I feel like this bit was at least partially written for me.
Oh my goodness, did Velvet just assault Crimson and Tranquil in broad daylight in the middle of the street?
Oh my god, they got Silent, too!
Hah! Slightly questionable logic prevails!
Oh, okay, so not Crimson and Tranquil, that's good.
Well, it is pretty funny.
Really fun chapter today.
7128591 A great question! Because the close ponies in her life (namely Crystal and Sunbeam) don't take it seriously. The idea of "corrupted" ponies (corrupted by vampirism, that is) is a terrifying thought! Dragons are dragons, manticores are manticores... But the idea of a pony you know and love suddenly becoming infected with vampirism and no longer being the pony you know and love? Terrifying! No one wants to believe that can happen!
The most hilarious part is that Velvet's right -- we've actually seen a real vampony before.
And while I get that you probably named the book Dark of the Moon after the similarly-themed and surprisingly watchable 40s theater play, I can't help but imagine it being full of giant robots, explosions, and a second helping of roaring stupidity and awful dialogue on top of what it gets from Twilight.
"Yep. Get my trusty nine-iron and go out to the ice floes -- oh wait, you're thinking something else."
Oh hey, I'm mentioned in this chapter. Obliquely. Maybe. Except I'm not a mare, so....
Twilight needs more synonyms.
If you ever (irrationally)feel the desire to read my story, keep in mind it was an April Fools Joke. That's all the apology you'll get.
I hope.... I really hope... that Velvet meets the one Nox Pony with the batwings.. I cant for the life of me remember his name. cause it will be disastrous, and hilarious. Then again if velvet didnt have her vampony paranoia it wouldnt be as funny. I feel bad for the ponies she bodyslammed. Anyway this was a fun chapter and I cant wait for the next one.
Velvet returned later that night after clubbing to find Sunbeam laughing in her sleep.
She's going to run into them again, and then be all red faced when she finds out what they really are, isn't she?
The Nox ponies may be in for a hard time. Hopefully Tranquil Dusk and Chrimson Dawn can survive Velvet. I wonder if the Dawns are distant relations?
7128550 You said he likes the night life, so what better night life is there than clubbing?
Hahaha. Anxiety-riddled Velvet can be kind of AU AU-y when she really gets going!
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It is true! Velvet reads Crystal's stuff, and Prima Donna. She may have dabbled here and there in other stuff, but she loves Prima Donna so much that she couldn't stray too far.
Oh, you. Never stop trying, it could just happen one day where I take your suggestions. Maybe.
7128582 The vampony attack event is definitely not a closed case, that's all I'll say on that topic.
7128583 They were clearly coming for her! They had bloodlust in their eyes!
7128595
Good! I would hate it if my seriously clever effort went to waste. I spent soo much time working on that, as you can tell...
Hah!
Mama Sunbeam is still laughing. Customers of Sunridge Sweets are concerned by the sounds of cackling coming from the back room. Sales are down 10%.
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Crystal didn't start the foal craze, it was always burnin' since Red was born.
All super great ideas that I'm going to neither confirm nor deny the potential of happening! Too bad Velvet didn't think of them... yet?
Oh, you know it. That bit was totally written for you.
Nope! Just totally innocent prep school fillies on their way to their favorite book release.
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Hahah! I actually don't know about the theater play. I just named it Dark of the Moon because I looked up "other names for new moon", since that's what the real sequel is called.
7128789 Oh! Eventide is my parody of the vampire book series, Twilight. And, yes, that word needs more synonyms.
7128832 7129905 Well, I've been caught having flubbed the timeline. Velvet would have met Crimson Dawn during an earlier chapter of Mask. I'll have to write that in at a later date, possibly once Mask is complete.
7129158 Soo true.
7129490 Oh, she's already red-faced after reading the article!
7130511
Contacts. They had contacts in their eyes. And really, "they were clearly coming for her?"
Look, "It was coming right for us," has not been a valid defense of anything since the Scuzzlehunt of '97, which resulted in the untimely death of beloved Scuzzlebutt and the destruction of Denver, Colorado by a volcanic lava flow, including all any and all variants of the statement.
I may not be licensed to practice law, but I did get my Juris Doctorate from Crazy Go Nuts University, so you can trust me on this.
7128574
Because everybody knows that if it's not authorised and on the shelves it's absolutely perfectly safe, probably.
7128604
I can just imagine that
They be like: "ow, what just happened?"
SK be like: "VELVET!"
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Well, since Velvet isn't seeing a therapist yet, I'm guessing it went down less unfortunate than this encounter
7130511 Exactly why I chose the name. Writing that story shouldn't have made me feel so terrible, yet I can't help but smile either.
7128611 Kind of like what happened in Shaun of the Dead.
She's so beautifully ocker. I can see her wrangling crocodiles with a tinny of VB held in a wing, not spilling a drop, while she swats away flies with a free hoof.
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Don't joke about that, they could be listening...