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Carapace


That guy who writes too many AUs and fluffy fics, apparently. Avatar is by Viria.

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This story is a sequel to The Village Called Respite


There is a day those mischievous, playful changelings of Respite hold most important of all. The day Queen Serenitatem set aside to give thanks to the ponies who shared love, and one where love between races so often thrives.

For two fillies, the challenge isn't so much the gifts they know they'll receive from the nymphs they so adore, those terrible twins. It's the fact that no Respite pony worth their tail has ever let their changeling friends get away with giving a gift without receiving one in turn, or sneaking a peek to make sure they offer something just that much more in value. Especially since one has every intention to make this day the start of a wonderful relationship between herself and the beautiful nymph who makes her chest fill with fluff and butterflies.

Artwork by the one and only Rossby Waves.

Chapters (4)
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Comments ( 39 )

yaaaaassssssss! Also note to self, never sleep in near a changeling.

Oh, I needed this story tonight. It's so sweet it actually made me cry. Thank you, Carapace! I'll save the last chapter for the morning.

Wait, didn't she specifically not get that last time to avoid revealing changelings? I figured she'd be more circumspect...

8798817 she didn't get it last time because she couldn't have it sent to the place, and wanted it to be saved for a surprise.

I think a part of the terrible twins' smugness comes from knowing how close we come to risking diabetes reading about them. Totes would want a changeling to wrap up with. >///>

I find I rather like all these Respite stories. They're feel-good stories. You ask me, I think they work even better than James Brown.

Little bit better; it's a close contest.

“A village holiday,” Skydancer supplied. “Sort of a celebration of unity and friendship. A popular day for lovers as well, from what I’ve ”

Unfinished sentence here.

Welp, this took my Thursday night... and stole it...

It stole it just like how Sure Stroke steals Aspire's lips for a nice round of— :3c

Brilliant story as always, Carafluff. Your linglore brings me joy.

Yay! Toola made the first move! I was hoping for that.

She took a deep breath to ready herself. Then leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “I want to sleep in a bedwrap with you tonight.”

Cue funky background music!

I will leave this here, also, as a reminder, Z-- er, I mean Carapace.

Loved this. So much approval!

Sqee! Fabulous job, as always Cara. :moustache::moustache::moustache::moustache:

Question, Carapace: are you absolutely sure that you aren’t an actual changeling sifoning our love of your stories from any comment you can get and using it to power your ability to make the fluffiest scenes so they just get fluffier and fluffier as each one is made?

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Or, alternatively, do. >:3c

The sappy smile on my face has nothing to do with how much I am hopelessly addicted to your romance stories, Carapace!

Not at all...

okay maybe a little.

Anyway, amazing story as always :D I look forward to seeing what else happens in the world of Respite!

Awwwwww. Thanks for the smiles.

Now that was a really nice read. I guess I am envious of what Aspire has right now. Oh well. Last chapter will have to wait for probably tomorrow, as now I got slightly less than 7 potential hours of sleep before work. Nighty night.

And im overloaded. Its just so damn cute, awesome, sweet, (tasty) and, i run out of more describing words.

Carapace you genius

A smile crept across her face. Sure Stroke fluffed her feathers as she plucked the mug from the shelf. She knew exactly how she wanted to decorate it. Really, there was only one way a mug for Aspire deserved to be done.

And thus was born The Mug, the one saying "world's smuggest changeling".

Every story I read from you is good but the Respite ones leave me grinning like a fool for hours.

All the bedwraps. Also since no one mentioned this, there's a rather hard to miss typo in there...

She could feel it. Even through Exalen’s carapace, she could feel it pounding against her chest (...)

That was so sweet I think I got diabetes. I loved it.

You realize you can't stop here, right? Now we need to read all about Sure Stroke's first bedwrap with her lovebug!

Because then I'd be smuggling a smugling mug on a smugling's smug mug

YES! SWEET PUN GOD ABOVE YES! I COMMENTED SAYING I HOPED FOR THIS EXACT LINE WHEN HE GOT HIS MUG NEAR THE END OF TVCR AND YOU ACTUALLY USED IT! Y'know, I don't even care if you got it from me or came up with it yourself SWEET PUNNING GLORY OF GLORIOUS PUNS WOOO

Oh no, the Smug Bug has one, and soon Doodle will be in his clutches. What fate will befall her, enquiring minds want to know!

Coming up soon, same bug channel, same bug time?

Her knees quacked and stiffened

I will forever picture Toola with ducks duct taped to her knees, now. You know this mental image cannot be unseen, right?

Love is in Bloom with this Love bug story.:heart:

Corrections offered without malice.

Where two next,

to

it’s typically calls an Esalen massage.”

called

the shops co-owner,

shop's

stepped hoof into the shop.

set hoof into the shop.
https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/set_foot

A delightful story. I am mildly disappointed the green inner paint was not called out on receipt, though.

Corrections offered without malice.
chapter 3

wings smacks

wing-smacks
chapter 4:

glanced passed

glanced past

muscles spasms

muscle spasms

that smuggling pun was terribly funny.

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