Twilight’s eyes glistened with admiration and joy as the cold iron steam train rolled into the station. So much was Twilight’s anticipation to see the train that she was nearly on the wrong side of the ‘do not pass’ line, and Pinkie Pie had to drag her back. But she couldn’t help it! This was big! Like, really big!
Twilight couldn’t wait to examine the inside once she’d handed her ticket to the ticket… handler person, and she ran through the nearly empty isles of the early morning train taking in all the sights and smells of the locomotive before it took off down the tracks.
“Wow, you sure are excited,” Pinkie chirped as Twilight smushed her face against the window. “You a big fan of trains, Twilight?”
“Oh absolutely!” Twilight gushed, clasping her hands together and beaming at Pinkie. “I haven’t ridden one since I was a kid, but I’ve always dreamed about being on one again! And this is my first train ride as an adult! I’m so excited!”
“That’s awesome!” Pinkie squealed, bouncing into the air.
“I know!” Twilight shouted in return, grabbing Pinkie out of the air and spinning her around in a tight hug.
With Twilight’s rushed examination of the aisles meeting her standards, she ran frantically to one of the private cabins, a spark of magic from her horn activating the built-in identification spell that would allow only herself and Pinkie, or the train staff, into the cabin for the duration of their trip.
Twilight ran to the window, then sat on both benches, then sprawled on the floor and hummed, Pinkie giggling at Twilight’s admittedly immature actions all the while.
Twilight finally finished her trainthusiastic trainventure by curling up on one of the benches and purring like a kitten.
“Getting comfy, Twi?” Pinkie smirked.
“Oh yes,” Twilight hummed, “this is heavenly. I love trains.”
“Well don’t get too comfy!” Pinkie’s words caused Twilight to jolt her head up in curiosity. “You haven’t seen my favorite part yet!”
“Oh! What’s that?” Twilight beamed ear to ear, eager to see even more of the train for herself, and especially the parts of it that her friend enjoyed.
Pinkie motioned for Twilight to follow her out of the cabin and Twilight did so without hesitation, following Pinkie through the aisles to one of the other cars, where she was instantly assaulted by a wave of smells and sounds, the sweet aroma of confections and freshly prepared meals coursing through her as the loud clatter of dozens of chattering ponies were drowned out into mere background noise.
“The food car!” Pinkie cheered, and Twilight barely heard her past the sound of her own rumbling stomach.
Twilight was overwhelmed by the crowd of people populating the food car, musing to herself that the rest of the train only seemed to be nearly empty because everyone aboard had already been gathered here.
She didn’t even know where to start to sate her rapidly growing hunger, and the swell of anxiety mixing with said hunger was only making things worse.
Twilight was certain she would have just laid down on the floor and starved right to death if Pinkie Pie hadn’t been there.
Pinkie guided Twilight through the car, helping her pick out plates and silverware and such, and plopping all sorts of delicious and inviting treats and sweets onto her plate that she probably wouldn’t have even considered without Pinkie’s help. Twilight probably would’ve settled for six hayburgers and a plate of mac and cheese… which she still got regardless, in addition to all of Pinkie’s suggestions.
“You feeling okay?” Pinkie asked as the two sat in a table nestled into the corner of the car, Twilight feeling shielded and safe from the rambunctious energy of the crowd as she prepared to enjoy her meal.
“I am now,” Twilight nodded with a soft smile, “thank you very much, Pinkie Pie. Don’t know what I’d do without you!”
“That’s really sweet of you to say,” Pinkie blushed and batted her hand at Twilight, but Twilight had the sneaking suspicion that Pinkie was just being polite.
“I mean it, Pinkie,” Twilight insisted. “I’m really glad you came back to my library and, I hope this isn’t too forward, but I’m really grateful for the friendship that we’re building together. Is that okay?”
“Twilight…” Pinkie’s eyes widened and they looked to be glistening with unshed tears, but then she erupted into giggles and threw a fistful of spaghetti right at Twilight’s face. “Of course it’s okay! You don’t have to ask permission to say something sweet like that!”
“I can never tell if I’m being sweet or— or weird,” Twilight admitted sheepishly, twiddling her indexes together.
“Big mood!” Pinkie laughed, and Twilight giggled alongside her because it felt nice to be with someone who she could relax around.
Twilight found herself thinking about Rarity, and while she didn’t necessarily wish that Rarity was there right now—though she certainly wouldn’t have minded—she did wish that Rarity was waiting for them at the end of their train ride.
Oh well, she would see Rarity again once they returned to Canterlot, and Twilight would have a great story about her adventures with Pinkie to share with Rarity.
“I’m glad,” Pinkie said uncharacteristically somberly all of a sudden, “I’m glad that you wanna be my friend, Twilight.”
“Why’s that?” Twilight asked in confusion, wiping her messy lips with her shirt. “Who wouldn’t want to be your friend?”
“I dunno,” Pinkie chuckled, but there was no joy or humor in it. “I just don’t have a lot of friends. Pretty much just Applejack and Rarity, actually. And my family, but that’s… complicated.”
“I know how that can be,” Twilight grumbled. She cleared her throat and said proudly, “Well, you can consider Spike and me to be your friends, and I’m sure you and Rainbow will get along great too!”
“Yeah,” Pinkie said wistfully, but then she shook her head furiously and banged her little fists on the table, the clattering of plates ringing in Twilight’s ears. “Yeah! You’re right, Twilight! I may not have a lot of friends, but I do have some really great ones!”
“That’s the spirit!” Twilight beamed, stretching out her hand to Pinkie and instinctively curling all her fingers except for the littlest one.
Pinkie giggled and wrapped her own little finger around Twilight’s, and the two smiled at each other for one blissful moment where they could just forget everything else but them and their joy at finding each other.
“So,” Twilight said as she resumed eating, “how’d you meet Applejack and Rarity anyway?”
“It’s, uh, kinda a long story,” Pinkie muttered.
“We’ve got time,” Twilight only noticed the anxiousness in Pinkie’s voice after she had already spoken, and she wondered if perhaps she shouldn’t have kept her mouth shut instead.
“Uh, I mean, I guess, if you really wanna hear it.”
“Um,” Twilight gulped and felt a shiver go up her neck, and yet her curiosity still managed to get the best of her. “If you’re comfortable with sharing, I’d really like to hear it.”
“When I was a kid,” Pinkie regaled, Twilight leaning into the table and sitting on the edge of her seat, “I lived with my Granny Pie. She took me in from my parents, cuz I didn’t really get along with them too well, they were always so serious and stuffy, and I’m always so… not that.
“Anyway,” Pinkie cleared her throat, “when I was in like my early teens, the little fishing hamlet we lived in got attacked by a dragon.”
Twilight’s blood ran cold.
This was not a story that was going to end well for anyone.
“She—it,” Pinkie continued, “it pretended to be a pony, and it got friendly with a lot of people in the village. I barely knew it, but my Granny was friendly enough with it. Anyway, long story short, it didn’t stay friendly for long.”
Twilight leaned back, a choking storm of rage and anxiety keeping her dead silent.
Twilight was born and raised in the country of Zebrica, where dragons and zebra lived hand and hand and helped each other to live happy, mutually beneficial lives and learn the magic of friendship and such.
She knew that’s not how it worked in Equestria. Ponies and dragons did not see eye to eye, and she knew that a confrontation between a dragon and Equestrian pony could only end with one party dead. It was one of many things that made Twilight constantly wonder why she left home in the first place.
“So,” Pinkie loudly and abrasively cleared her throat, slapping her hands on the table, “that’s the story of how I became the only survivor of my village!”
“Uh,” Twilight said nervously, not sure if she wanted to press the matter any further but she didn’t actually get the answers she was seeking, “where do Applejack and Rarity come in?”
“Oh, right,” Pinkie conked herself on the head. “They were the ones who killed the dragon. And I wasn’t the only survivor, there were maybe a dozen and a half who survived the initial attack, but if anypony else lasted the night, I never heard about it.
“Point is, Applejack and Rarity found me in the wreckage and nursed me back to health, and Applejack retired from being a Slayer shortly after that, so she decided to help take care of me.”
Applejack had been a Slayer? That was news to Twilight. She didn’t know too much about the Celestial Slayers, but she did know that early retirement was virtually nonexistent. How odd.
Twilight didn’t know what to say. She knew about the bad blood Equestrian ponies had with dragons, but she didn’t want to believe any of her newfound friends held that same hatred. Even though she had seen the dragon fang necklace that Rarity wore, she very intentionally had never asked Rarity about it.
It was a lot to take in for someone who owed her life to dragons and who cherished their friendship and culture.
“That’s—” Twilight struggled to say something to help break the tension in the air. “That’s a downer.”
“Yup,” Pinkie chuckled bitterly, which Twilight figured was as good a sign as any she could realistically hope for, “sure is.”
If it’s the same one that rarity was talking about before, I can recall her trying to kill her first. And I somehow doubt that it was the same one she left alive. If she was so strong that she could heal her wounds, get back to and reck the village be for rarity got back. I don’t think she would have been a opponent rarity could have taken on. Even with help.
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it is indeed the same one from rarity's backstory, tho she didn't have time to heal her wounds from her battle with rarity before destroying the village. didn't need to either since no one in the village could hope to fight back against her. rarity and applejack's battle with her once they got back to the village barely lasted a couple minutes, just enough time for rarity to knock the dragon out of the sky and then finish her off.
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That said it still doesn't change the fact that she had been living there for a number of years peacefully, before rarity came and tried to kill her for no reason other than what she was.
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tbh i actually had the intention that the dragon had only been living in the town for about a month or two, like just long enough to settle into the regular routine but a short enough time that she still felt like a friendly outsider to the rest of the village... but i don't think i ever established that now that i think about it.
but yea the whole system of killing """monsters""" no questions asked is Very Bad
Y’know I really like curling up with a new chapter of these right before I go to bed, it’s very cozy!
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aaaa that makes me rly happy! the whole reason i wanted to make a (mostly) daily fic with short chapters is so ppl can just have a little shot of gay horses as part of their everyday routine, so hearing this rly makes my day! thank u so much!
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well u see, the reason for that is uhhhhh... actually that's a good point, i just didn't think about it. tho i don't think rarity would actually bother to wear armor anyway, i should at least give a reason why she doesn't.
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tbh i thought about this scene alot when i was writing it, and again the first time someone commented on how it could've been done "more naturally", and the conclusion i came to is that i'm completely satisfied with the scene as it's written. the casual, even off-handed way the narration establishes that the mane six are trans was entirely intentional, and while i had meant to establish it earlier and simply forgot to, i'm happy with when and how that crucial piece of context is eventually established.
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As to the armor, yeah you should! Seeing as it’s impractical and, more importantly, Rares could fashion that stuff up to the nines!
As for the trans thing . . . As I said, I have nothing against it, my girlfriend is trans. The thing is . . . I don’t really see it as being all that important to the storyline. At least, not yet. As it stands right now, they could all be mares, they could all be stallions, or it could be a fifty/fifty split, or, as you’ve made it, they are all trans . . . and it doesn’t really do anything to change the story. It’s who they are that is the focus, for me, not what. Their actions and personalities, not their physical selves.
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yea it's not important to the plot at all, and probably never will be. in a way, it's practically just flavor text. and that's the whole point! there's this idea that ppl have that trans ppl need a "story reason" to exist in media and it's nonsense. trans folks can and should just exist in media without it being A Thing, just like they do in real life, and that's the kinda story i want to tell rn
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