Together Forever
Pinkie Pie was the first to go. It came as such a shock to everyone when it happened. The old mare had been as energetic and lively as when she was half her age. It was like they said: the candle that burns twice as bright burns half as long.
She had just finished throwing her youngest great-great-grandchild a party for their seventh birthday. The cake was chocolate. The clown was hilarious. The gift of a pink pogo stick put a smile on the filly’s face.
Later that night, the filly lay in bed. She planted a kiss on the filly’s forehead. She told the filly that she loved her more than all the cupcakes in the world, even the sprinkley ones. She watched the smiling filly drift off to sleep.
She hugged the filly’s parents goodnight. She told them she was proud of them for raising such a wonderful daughter. Then, she walked home.
They found her there the next day. She had fallen asleep at her desk. There was a weary smile on her face. The half-finished plans for her great-great-granddaughter’s eighth birthday party were laid out before her.
The funeral was held a week later. She had planned the ceremony herself, of course. There was cheerful, upbeat music. There were colorful balloons. There was a twenty-one-gun salute of party cannons. There were jokes that made ponies laugh, even as their eyes filled with tears. Her five closest friends did their best to sing her favorite songs. And at her request, no one in attendance wore black.
She was buried in the cemetery of Ponyville, next to her husband. Ponies visited her often, leaving big, beautiful balloons at her headstone.
Years later, it was Rainbow Dash. Her doctor had told her she was too old to fly like she used to. She disagreed.
She loved to take her morning flights. She loved to feel the wind on her wings. She loved to feel the breeze blowing through her hair. She loved to meet the day head-on, whatever it might bring with it. And by the time she got home, her husband would have breakfast waiting for her.
She woke that morning. She got out of bed. Her husband stirred. She whispered to him to get some more sleep. She gave him a kiss. Then, she left.
He got up later. He made their breakfasts. He set the table. He waited. He waited some more. Her breakfast grew cold.
They found her a few miles away from home. She was resting on a small cloud, drifting peacefully. She was looking up at the big, blue sky above her. She was smiling.
She was buried with full military honors, as befitting of a Wonderbolt. As per tradition, the princesses presided. A rainbow was placed in the sky of every city in Equestria that day. Her grandson performed a sonic rainboom as the ceremony concluded.
She was buried in the royal cemetery in Canterlot. She lay beside Equestria’s greatest heroes, as well as her fellow Wonderbolts.
Rarity was next. She could feel it coming, but she could not go yet. She still had work to do.
She had already entrusted her boutiques to her trustworthy friends and family members. She had already finished training her final apprentice. She had already completed her great-great-granddaughter’s wedding dress. There was just one more thing she needed to do.
Her final gown was unfinished. She had been working on it for weeks. Everyone told her it looked amazing as-is. She thought it still needed something. She spent many late nights in her workroom working on it.
Her husband brought her a cup of tea before bed. He told her it was late, and that she should get some rest. She told him fashion never rests. She told him she was close to figuring out what her dress needed. She kissed him, then sent him to bed. She told him she would join him soon.
He woke the next morning. He found her lying beside him. Her hair was messy. There were bags under her eyes. There was a satisfied smile on her face.
They found the dress in her workroom. It was beautiful. It amazed her friends and family. It amazed the fashion world even more. She became the first pony to win Saddle Row’s “Designer of the Year” award posthumously.
Her funeral was a grand affair. Every boutique in the country remained closed that day. Every designer, model, and fan who could manage it attended. There had never been a more fashionable group of mourners. She would have been proud.
She was buried in Canterlot. Her grave was white marble, decorated with gemstones. Her oldest apprentice designed her burial gown. It was as beautiful as she was.
Then, it was Applejack. She never stopped working. She never left the orchard. She never stopped loving those big, beautiful apples.
Her family told her she should take it easy. They told her she should relax, get some rest. She told them she could rest when she was dead.
It was springtime. The orchard was in bloom. Her family was out planting new saplings. Even her littlest great-great-grandchildren helped as best they could. She told them how the big, tall trees had all grown from tiny seeds. She chuckled at the wonder in their eyes.
She went off on her own to inspect the new blossoms. She wanted to make sure her trees were healthy. She left her family to continue the work. She told them not to slack off just because she wouldn’t be there to keep an eye on them.
Hours passed. They went looking for her. They found her resting beneath a tree. Petals slowly fell through the air around her. She was smiling.
Her funeral was a modest affair, just friends and family. She had many family members though, and even more friends. Her coffin was made of apple wood. Her oldest daughter strummed her mother’s guitar and sang of days gone by.
She was buried in the orchard, in her family’s cemetery. She lay beside her husband, and nearby her parents.
It was Fluttershy’s turn next. She fell ill one day. The doctors said there was nothing they could do. It was just her time.
She accepted it. Her friend did not. Her friend had already lost four; she didn’t want to lose another.
Her friend, ever the tenacious unicorn, sought a cure. Her friend pored through whole libraries of books. Her friend studied every spell ever written. Her friend refused to rest until she found what she wanted.
Meanwhile, she said her goodbyes. She said goodbye to her friends. She said goodbye to her family. She said goodbye to her animals, every single one.
When her friend finally returned, lamenting her failure, she said goodbye to her too. She told her friend she was grateful for her. She told her she had always been grateful for her. She told her she would always be grateful for her.
She asked her friend to open her bedroom window. Her friend did so. They heard the gentle sounds of twittering birds and buzzing bees. They sat together until the end, listening with smiles on their faces.
Many ponies came to her funeral. Many more who were not ponies came as well. Every animal within a hundred miles came to pay their respects. There were ones that flew. There were ones that walked. There were even some that swam. All made the journey, from the gentlest lamb to the most ferocious manticore. How ironic that the ceremony for the shy little pegasus would be the highest-attended in living memory.
She was buried in the meadow behind her cottage, next to her husband. Flowers grew there, and butterflies filled the air.
Twilight remained. She didn’t remain for long. She didn’t want to keep her friends waiting.
She made the arrangements. She got her affairs in order. She organized her books. She visited her children, and her grandchildren, and her great-grandchildren, and all the rest. She visited her friends, as many as she could. She visited her old mentor, one last time. Neither of them said it, but the princess knew it was a goodbye.
Finally, she visited me, her number one assistant. I made us tea and cookies, just like I used to. We talked. We talked about our lives. We talked about our families. We talked about our friends. We talked about Canterlot, and about Ponyville, and about everywhere else our journeys had taken us.
She told me how incredibly grateful she was that my little egg had found its way to her all those years ago. She told me how happy I had made her. She told me she hoped that every day of the rest of my centuries-long life would be just as happy.
Just before she left, she told me something else. She asked me to stop by the library the next day. There was something she wanted to give me. I said I would. She smiled, then left.
I did as I was asked. I went to the library the next morning. The old tree was just as I remembered it.
I found her lying on her bed. She was the picture of serenity. She was smiling.
Two letters sat beside her. One letter bore my name. I read it. I cried, but did not stop reading. At the very end, it asked me for a favor. It asked me to deliver one last letter to the princess for her.
The princess received her letter. She read it. She read what it said. She read what it asked her to do. She read the six names signed at the end in decades-old ink. She smiled, and cried.
The preparations were made. Families were spoken to, and approvals received. Five coffins were reverently exhumed. They made their way to Ponyville, to join the sixth.
The spot was chosen with care. It sat just outside the town. It was peaceful there, just the place for a long rest.
Thousands attended the ceremony. They came from near, and they came from far. They came by train, by wing, by balloon, or just by their own hooves. There came the rich, and there came the poor. There came the mighty, and there came the meek. There came the young, and there came the old. There came unicorns, and pegasi, and Earth ponies alike. All came to pay their respects to Equestria’s greatest heroes, and its greatest friends.
Princess Celestia gave the eulogy. She started it, and when she could not finish it, her sister did.
The six of them were buried side-by-side. They were never parted again.
I visit their resting place often. It’s a nice place today. They would have liked it.
A park grew up around it. Tall apple trees stand there. Houses for birds and squirrels hang from their branches. Flowers abound, their petals frequented by bees and butterflies.
Many ponies come to visit them. Children come to laugh and play together. Artists and designers come seeking inspiration. Athletes come seeking luck before their big games. Others come just to sit in the shade and read a good book.
The place is watched over by a statue. The statue depicts six mares: two unicorns, two pegasi, and two Earth ponies. Six friends standing together, smiling together, forever.
At the base of that statue is a plaque. It reads:
MAY ALL WHO COME TO
THIS PLACE AS STRANGERS
LEAVE AS FRIENDS
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As a game once said.
Always together. Forever apart.
...this is so sad... but in a nice way, if that makes sense
Why does this song fit so well?
Why am I crying right now?
Beautiful.
From Rarity’s...”There had never been a more fashionable group of mourners. She would have been proud.” to Fluttershy’s...“Many ponies came to her funeral. Many more who were not ponies came as well.” each piece of beauty had its turn.
That’s a good read right there pardner. It made me feel tranquil. Well done. Well written. Told well. Excellent job in my book.
-Together Forever, Pikachu's Jukebox, Pokémon the original series
That was good story my friend. But my heart aches now while reading it,
And lost it when applejack daugther played the days gone by.
Twilight: *wait for her friend dies*
Spike: What about me?
Twilight: you are my son, not my friend, so I will do a gamer move and leave you to the princess
An effective throwback to early FiMFiction's pre-Twilicorn takes on the Mane Six's (predictable pun inbound) twilight years — the days when, if any of the main cast, Spike's abnormal longevity was the one users pondered. It and its evolutions have been tried-and-true (if occasionally cliche) formulas over the past 10.5 years, and I'd say your take on the premise does it justice, particularly in the way the closing sections bring it all together. That plaque was a great touch to go out on!
It's nothing especially revolutionary, but it doesn't need to be; the excellent writing tugs at the heartstrings in and of itself. Nicely done!
Phenomenal. Cried at every part. Thank you for this <3
But was it right to tear Fluttershy away from her husband? That doesn’t seem to gel…
*Bows my Furry Head in Respect*
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A fair point, and one that I myself had thought about while writing this story, as a few of the Main Six do outlive their husbands. Admittedly, it is a bit of a contrivance on my part to say that all of them would have chosen to be buried together, rather than some other way. That being said, burial is an incredibly personal thing, and not everyone chooses to be buried with their spouse, even if the two of them were on good terms. Could the Main Six have chosen to be buried with their families in this story? Absolutely. However, I don't think such a difference really matters when it comes to the theme of this story, that being the everlasting bonds of friendship and how even death cannot truly separate us from the people we love. Having the Main Six buried together was just a striking visual element I used to hammer the point home. How close we are to our dearly departed is not a factor of the physical distance between us and their remains.
You know, it would take Cel to talk Angel into letting his mistress go ...
Then centuries later, a seventh - if larger - grave, and another statue.. of a dragon, curled around and smiling gently down at the six mares..
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I love this
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Most likely.
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If you want LGBTQ stuff, go elsewhere. There's plenty on the site. Not everything has to have a mandatory alternative lifestyle shipping.
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that's a bit.... harsh.
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nobody said anything about lgbt, i was asking why they were all married with children?? like yk damn well most of the main 6 wouldnt even get married let alone have children. also thats a WHOLE lot of aggression against lgbt, you need to re evaluate yourself and your heteronormative views.
also, representation IS mandatory, ethically speaking, so no.
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not to mention, i wanted to open a discussion with the actual writer of the story. i like it, i was just confused. nobody asked for your assessment.
Trying to sum up all of my feelings for this story, but I just can't.
Damn.
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No, it's not.
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disagree all you want, its merely a fact. also, i know youre using your alts to dislike my comments, grow up.
I like how the tense changes from past to present for the last little bit. Makes the resting place feel more permanent.
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Six individuals is a kind of small sample size to require lgbt lifestyle representation out of.
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six individuals, 3 of which are literally queer coded. hell, twilight, rainbow and pinkie all have colors of pride flags 💀 its not even a headcanon at this point, hasbro just didnt want mlp to have lgbt rep, thats why they didnt do shit with the characters romantically until the final episode with pinkie. not to mention, the same could be said for a heteronormative "lifestyle" as youve so incorrectly put it. (lgbt isnt a life style, incase youre too dense to realise)
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Look, I agree that despite how much I love the world that MLP FIM takes place in, it's gay as hell and would probably have way more gay bi and queer citizens.
But somehow the sexuality of the characters in the show and all derivitive fiction has never really bothered me. There's plenty of stories on this site that have transgenderism as a core story element and probably more than a quarter of the stories on this site that show more than three relationships have at least one gay or lesbian relationship.
Getting worked up over the sexualities or lifestyles of the characters of stories doesn't help anything if they don't have any bearing on the story itself. The entire reason lgbt stuff shows up so much in fan fiction is that people get to fill in the gaps of the show however they want, so don't get too upset if an author filled it in in a way you don't personally jive with.
Very beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
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my issue isnt with the fact it ISNT lgbt, my issue is with the fact they all live the exact same life (all outlived their male spouses, had children and actually lived long enough to see their great grand children.)
its not about lgbt, its about the weird amount of heteronormativity and lack of creativity.
its boring. its lackluster. its plain, vanilla, and incredibly anti-climactic. im merely stating a fact, thats all 🤷♀️
i will never understand this fandom. how yall gonna like gay rainbow horses and STILL be intolerant to anything that isnt just nuclear family? bffr.
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Not showing lbgt relationships is not the same as being intolerant to lgbt relationships. This fandom is probably the second most supportive of lgbt stuff behind Steven Universe. Stop acting like it's under attack.
A powerful and well-written piece. A beautiful way to say goodbye to the six ponies who brought so many of us together.
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Fun Fact #1: the main six were originally designed to intentionally break stereotypes and that show that there is no one 'correct' way to be a girl. Fun Fact #2: insisting that a girl must be gay because she's a tomboy and thinks rainbows are cool is hardcore stereotyping.
I'll say that it is strange that all six of them happened to outlive their husbands. It makes their lives feel a little bit same-y? But ultimately it's not really important to the story. I enjoyed it for what it is, it feels like it came out of the early days of the site!
I like this, except for what I THINK was an implication that Twilight picked death over continuing to make new friends and serve the living.
Technically I would argue that would require the 'Suicide/Self-Harm' tag, but I am uncertain if the mods would agree with me. I mention it almost entirely to clarify my point.
If I am mistaken regarding your intention then I am sorry. If not mistaken then let us rejoice in the open exchange of ideas as we search for Truth.
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No offense, but I believe you may have misread parts of this story. I do make it explicit that some of the Main Six, namely Rainbow Dash and Rarity, do not outlive their husbands. Also, women (at least in real life) tend to live longer than men on average, so I didn't consider 4/6 of them living longer than their husbands to be unrealistic. In any case, I'm glad you enjoyed my story.
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It was not my intention in this story to imply that Twilight committed suicide, and I am sorry if I have disturbed you by making you think that. If Twilight had committed suicide in this story, then I would have made it significantly more obvious that that was the case, and I would have definitely put the appropriate tag on this story.
In this story, Twilight's case is one of a very old mare who has lived a long, happy, fulfilling life and knows that she is nearing the end. She has witnessed her five best friends pass, and knows that she will most likely not live much longer herself. You are correct that she probably could have soldiered on, fighting for every last day to delay the inevitable, but that is not how I chose to portray her. Rather, I chose to have Twilight take a lesson from Fluttershy and not fight against her imminent passing. She says her goodbyes and goes out on her own terms, dying peacefully in her sleep, having chosen to let death take her.
Admittedly, losing the will to live is not a very realistic cause of death, and is a bit melodramatic, but I felt that that element would not seem out of place in such a romanticized story as this.
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Good to know!
I have long since ceased to be "disturbed" by what I thought was happening.this, if I ever was. The terms "annoyed" and perhaps "despairing for humanity" would be more applicable.
I may add a link to a fic by someone else that goes along with my thoughts on the matter later.
In any case, your clarification has earned this fic my fav and upvote.
i'm guessing this story takes place in a universe where the major events from season 3 on did not happen, cause no discord, and no alicorn twilight.
I recognize the image from Argodaemon. Concept can be seen here at 3:08 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aOiCj8wX7KA
Such a wonderful story of a "what if"! Yes, as it was mentioned earlier, stories like this were dime a dozen in 2012, but nowadays this counts somewhat novel. And I honestly would prefer this canon instead of what the show went with. Have a like.
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And that's a good thing! It's commendable when authors dare to stray from canon in such a manner.
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another similar one to this is one that was written all the way back in when season 3 was still airing i think, its from the pov of spike exploring his 'horde' which instead of gold and gems is memorabilia, mementos of friends past...he talks a bit about each, and about the ponies that he used to know (the main six) the story takes place long after all of them passed away.
sadly i have lost track of it and can't find it anymore, or any of my other favorite stories with this theme, i could probably dig them up if i took a few days to poke around but eh, i have my memories of them (i read stories basically till there burned into my brain) so yeah.
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funfact #1 ; when you make something so blatantly lgbt then say its meant to break stereotypes and isnt actually lgbt, thats queerbaiting! crazy right! thats like making a masked character that shows no skin have aave and dark dreadlocks but turns out theyre actually just a white brunette that "talks crazy" when they take the mask off is racism!
funfact #2 ; acting like a queer coded character with clear connotations to lgbt (down to the color palette) is heterosexual purely because YOU dont like the fact that gay people exist is homophobia! who wouldve fucking guessed huh :)
talk when you know what the hell youre talking about. stereotyping is one thing, and calling out people for being in denial is another.
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its really not. look anywhere and youll find that the fandom acts like all the characters are cishet. hell, its not just homophobia either. maybe you should stop acting like it ISNT under attack, hm?
also, the steven universe isnt supportive of lgbt it just fetishizes them, specifically female x female relationships. thats why there are no male x male relationships in the whole series, as someone whos part of both fandoms.
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It sounds like you just have really high standards and that you should lower them to a realistic level if you want to find peace in life. You are the only person still going on about this here. Maybe there is a reason for that.
I'm going to block you so that I don't get any more notifications about this because getting into pointless, drawn-out arguments with strangers online doesn't bring me happiness. I'm pretty sure it doesn't bring you happiness either.