> Little Bits > by Loganberry > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Friendly Ponyville Fluttershy (song parody; Random; Fluttershy) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fluttershy, Fluttershy, Awesomest of the pegasi. Leaps a gap, any size. Hop, skip, jump – then she flies. Look out: Here comes our Fluttershy. Is she strong? Listen bud, She made a cockatrice a dud. Can she stop a dragon dead? She can walk on its head. Hey there— There goes our Fluttershy. In the chill of the night, When the hens aren't all there, Though she's cold with fright, She arrives with The Stare. Fluttershy, Fluttershy, Friendly Ponyville Fluttershy. Kind and nice, She's adored: Friendship is her reward. To her, life is a little scary, But whenever it's hairy, You'll find our Fluttershy! > Fishy Business (45-minute flash poem; Adventure; Applejack) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Now gather round me, sugarcubes," said AJ to the throng. "You asked about these creatures, and since you have come along To hear my answer, I'll be plain: they're llamas! Or they were..." "They're what now?" queried Apple Bloom – but Applejack shushed her. She raised a hoof for silence and when she obtained it, then She started such a tale of woe as never was again. "These llamas, y'all," she first explained, "migrated every year. Across the Neighile River, which is not so far from here. But every time the date arrived for their almighty trek, They suffered grievous losses in that mild-seeming beck." A shudder ran around the crowd at AJ's quiet speech, For they could tell that now they'd hear of miseries that each And every single pony there would never quite forget – Though how the llamas met their end they could not fathom yet. "Now, see," continued Applejack, "though they would not so wish, Deep down beneath the surface dwelt the spindly killer fish: Piranhas! No – they are long gone. Don't worry, y'all! Don't fret!" But even so, the fillies there; the colts; drew closer yet. As Applejack went on: "Each time the fishes from the mud Attacked the llamas viciously: the waters ran with blood! At last, the creatures' leader said, 'Our race cannot withstand Much more of this. We must decide, and do.' So what they planned Was travelling to Ponyville to find a unicorn Whose magic they could utilise so they might see the morn. The llama leader came to town and found what he did seek: A place a clothes designer ran: the Carousel Boutique!" "What, Rarity?" squeaked Sweetie Belle, astonished by the news. "She never told me anything like that!" "By my horseshoes!" Said Apple Bloom. "In fact, I'd say much more: By Lyra's thumb!" "Now watch your language, filly," warned stern AJ. So, struck dumb, Her younger sister, calm again, awaited the next part Of this exciting story – it was quite a work of art! "Now, anyway," AJ went on, "yup: it was Rarity. Just starting then, though Fluttershy would often bring her tea. Our unicorn friend had a think, and then it did appear As though the fashionista mare produced a fine... ideeeaa! 'Pyjamas!' came her rather odd, yet truly heartfelt cry. 'I'll make you magic silken gowns to safely take you by The waiting, watching butcher-fish and bring you safe to shore, And all that I shall ask of you's a bit or two. No more!' The llamas' representative thought, then he bowed his head: 'Ms Rarity, you've saved our race. Without you, we'd be dead Ere long at least, if I may lapse into poetic speech.' But Rarity just smiled and winked and for her cloth she reached. And that," said AJ, "is the way it was, not long ago." "But did their magic PJs work?" asked Sweetie. "Tell me so!" "Well, sugarcube," replied the mare, "the funny thing 'bout that Was that they did! Their leader said, 'Go! Swim that river! Stat!' For silk is rather waterproof, but not a perfect coat: If not right, it's about as good as wearing a big oat! But as they crossed, the llamas saw: piranhas were there none! Where had they gone? They never knew... but I do. On their run They'd called upon the spirits of their ancestors, among Whom one had been a magic beast with gill as well as lung. You see, y'all, what he really sang, and what those creatures knew: The llamas' homage to the deep: the ancient 'Shoo be doo!'" > Everything is Awesome (story snippet; Comedy/Random; Rainbow Dash) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Hiya, Pinks! Wanna see my totally awesome new routine? I’ve been practising it for weeks now and I guess it’s about time I showed somepony.” “Oh, hi, Rainbow Dash!” said Pinkie Pie. “Is it, like, totally awesome, or is it just an itty-bitty, teeny-weeny bit awesome?” Rainbow made a face. “Hey, come on, Pinkie Pie. I do not do stuff that isn’t totally, completely and absolutely awesome.” “Oh, okay then,” said Pinkie. She skipped around a large rock on the ground, occasionally batting it with her tail and giggling. “La la la la la,” she sang. “Er...” said Rainbow, “okaaay, Pinkie Pie. Your scales are really coming on; they’re actually pretty awesome. But can we please get going now? It’s almost three o’clock already.” There was a moment’s silence. “Um, Pinkie? Yeah, like I said, your singing is awesome and all... but... why are you looking at me like that?” Pinkie was now standing stock-still, her eyes fixed on a spot just below Rainbow’s muzzle. The earth pony was blinking rapidly, giving her eyes the impression of having been painted on the card of a badly-adjusted zoetrope. “Yeah,” said Rainbow uncertainly, “I don’t know what you’re doing, Pinkie, and I’m not really sure that I want to. Sooo... are you going to come and see my awesome routine or not?” “You could always do it tomorrow!” said Pinkie suddenly. “Um, why would I want to do that? I have to work tomorrow. There’s a real big storm scheduled, and it’s going to need an awesome amount of preparation. I can do this today.” “Well, maybe,” Pinkie conceded. “I have to go make some cupcakes for Mr and Mrs Cake, but if you send a message to Gummy when you’re ready, he’ll be sure to let me know.” “Um, awesome?” Rainbow’s ever-limited patience exhausted, she took off towards the centre of the village. * * * “...so I did it myself and saved on a whole load of trouble. Oh, hello, Rainbow Dash.” “Hi, awesome!” Twilight blinked. “Um, what?” “You are so awesome!” squeaked Rainbow. Twilight’s eyes darted about and she blushed slightly. “Oh, well, thank you, Rainbow. That’s very nice of you. But since you’re here, can I help you with something?” “Awesomeness!” declared Dash, spreading her wings. “There’s this awesome new Daring Do series guide out; do you have it in your awesome new library?” Twilight frowned. “Um, I don’t know about that, Rainbow Dash. It’s pretty new. The publishers may not have sent it out here just yet.” “Can you at least check?” begged Rainbow. “You’re way too awesome for that to happen, Twilight!” “Uh, Rainbow?” “Yes, oh amazing, awesome friend who just happens to be the greatest librarian ever?” “Why do you use that word every single time you say something?” “What word?” “Oh. Okay, maybe it was just a coincidence. Say, Dash, do you want to come look for the book with me now?” “That would be totally awesome!” enthused Rainbow. There was a pause. “I think we need to get to the bottom of this,” muttered Twilight at length. “Okay, Rainbow Dash, a few questions. What do you think of Fluttershy?” Dash looked bemused, but humoured the alicorn. “She’s a really good friend. She gets nervous a lot, and I’ll admit that sometimes that does make me frustrated, but she’s always stood by me. She’s pretty awesome.” “Pinkie Pie?” “Throws the most awesome parties in Equestria, and I should know!” “Spike?” “Well... I guess I don’t know him all that well, but from the times we have hung out, I’d say he was a pretty awesome little scaly guy.” “Um... Queen Chrysalis?” “Oh come on, Twilight, she’s not someone we even need to think about any more. Not since we smashed up her gang of changelings with our pure awesomeness!” Twilight raised an eyebrow, but decided to let it pass. > Some Exotic Fever (short story; Comedy; Twilight) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spike had been shooed out of Twilight's bedroom, much to his irritation. The doctor, a chocolate-brown unicorn stallion with round glasses and that all-too-predictable stethoscope cutie mark, returned his equipment and notes to his saddlebags in a ponderous way which Twilight found infuriating. Not that there was a great deal she could do about it without getting out of bed, something she'd been advised strongly against until the examination was over. At last, the doctor raised his head and looked at Twilight over the top of his glasses, which were perched so precariously on the end of his muzzle that she was convinced they were only a twitch away from falling to the floor. Broken glass! Broken glass! On my floor! she squeaked inwardly, followed almost at once by a warning Calm down, Twilight! from a more rational part of her mind. "—within a few days," finished the doctor, looking expectantly at Twilight. The alicorn blushed, coughed a little and put on a broad but entirely false smile. "Heh... sorry, doc, I think I must have... that is... er, please, do go on!" The stallion looked distinctly unconvinced, but merely rolled his eyes gently. Twilight blushed again as an unworthy thought flitted across her mind: perhaps it was useful sometimes to be a member of Equestrian royalty. The doctor took a deep breath, perhaps a little deeper than was really necessary. "To emphasise my points, Your Highness: it does seem that your self-diagnosis was correct, which I suppose is not surprising given... well, I'll leave you a note about the medication I've prescribed. It should be familiar to you. Although yours is certainly an... unusual case, I feel that a standard course of treatment should produce significant benefits within a few days." "So," said Twilight hesitantly, "can I get out of bed now?" "Oh yes," replied the doctor. "However, in the light of your particular circumstances, I would strongly advise against any flying, at least until after I've seen you again on Thursday." Twilight almost bounced out of bed, coming perilously close to knocking the doctor's saddlebags clean off his back. Instead, she thanked him effusively. And again. And again. Then, as the stallion was turning to leave, she stopped abruptly. "Doctor... how... how is this possible?" "I don't quite get your meaning, Princess; could you perhaps elaborate?" Twilight paused. She wasn't sure quite what she did mean. Still, no harm in asking... "Well, obviously I know about this disease, given that I've had it before. But I thought I'd be immune now. I didn't think it was possible for me to get it again. Wait – this is some sort of prank, isn’t it?" The doctor frowned. "That's an odd choice of word, if you don't mind my saying so." (Twilight said nothing.) "This really isn't something you want to contract. It's a shame that it's become a bit of a joke among other ponies, since it can be quite unpleasant." Twilight bit her lip and looked up, nervously. "Un-unpleasant?" "Well, let's go back to basics here. You have, as I say, the condition that I expected to find. Or at least, a new version of it that isn't entirely confined to unicorns. I suppose I'll have to add a note in my... er... notes to mention that alicorns – and, presumably, pegasi – may be affected, too. I'm sorry, Princess, but every test we've done has come up positive. Apart from the one that might have defined what type of the thing you have, of course. I believe you may have a novel strain. That means—" Twilight was becoming exasperated. "Yes! I mean no! I mean... I don't know what it means, doctor. And... I thought I knew everything about this disease already! I've read all the literature on the subject!" "I bet you have," muttered the medic under his breath. But aloud, all he said was, "Ah, yes. Sometimes, that does rather lag behind the most recent discoveries out in the field. We are exploring the possibility of the virus having mutated recently. Which would explain why we've been calling it—" "I know!" burst out Twilight, tears glistening in her wide-open eyes. "I know now! Lavender Unicorn (Plus Uncertain) Syndrome. But... but..." The doctor looked at her, his face at last almost kindly, and nodded sadly. "I'll admit that my first reaction was very similar to yours when my colleague first showed me her results. It did take quite some time for me to be convinced. For a long while, I thought she must be mistaken. As I said to her – it's never LU(PU)S." > Haven (100-word story featuring coloured text; Slice of Life; Rainbow Dash) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- It’s not always fun being famous, you know. Sure, I like ponies to admire me – what pegasus wouldn’t? But if it burns too brightly, a star becomes blinding to look at. You want me to explain? Well... back in Cloudsdale, there’s this big lighthouse. Only inland lighthouse in Equestria. I worked there when I was just out of school. Didn’t stay long. Couldn’t... It’s at the top of the Weather Factory – you know why it’s there? Simple: to make sure weak fliers stay safe around rainbows. I learned something important the hard way up there: that lighthouse works both ways. > Stop the Journey? (poetry; Sad; CMC) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yes, I remember, long ago, In mind's eye still I see My friends and I adventuring: A time when we were three. Those days are gone, no more are we A trio bound as one: Though memories shall never fade, Crusading days are done. Sometimes I dream about it still: That carefree, far-off youth When all of us, in friendship, sought To find eternal truth. Time waits for nopony, of course, And nothing can I do But wait till we are three again, Adventuring anew. > Out of Darkness Cometh Light (poetry; Adventure; Mane Six) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Once there was no sunlight, Darkness covered all, For the curse of midnight Held the world in thrall. Blackness in the woodland, Shadows in the town, Once there had been farmland: Now no crops were found. Ponies heard the death-knell; Felt despair and gloom: But to six brave mares fell Victory or doom. All as one, they ventured Into Everfree, Far from home and orchard, Still they would not flee. As they journeyed onward, Through the fear and dark, Each of them looked inward, Kindling a spark. These were bound together By their common foe, Lighting up each other; Burning never low. Closeness like no other, Every danger met, Each was faced together: Brought them closer yet. Serpents were befriended, Manticores made tame. Soon it would be ended: To the ruins they came. Inside lurked the Nightmare They had come to fight, Spark ignited five's flare: Friendship's purest light. Heart-lit Elements burned: Soon the day was won. From Sun Princess they learned: Luna's exile done. > The True Beginning of our End (breakup fic; Romance/Tragedy; Read and find out!) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Shiny! Don't chuck me!” > Just Visiting (flashfic; Slice of Life/Dark; Twilight/Chrysalis) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The cell door opened, its hinges gleaming dully in the grey evening light. “You again?” complained Chrysalis. “Me again,” said Twilight. Chrysalis continued to mutter and grumble, but Twilight paid her no heed. She levitated the scroll through the forcefield and laid it down in front of the changeling queen. Chrysalis looked up, scowling. “What’s this?” “You know what it is.” Twilight turned away and walked out of the bare cell, leaving Chrysalis alone with the rolled parchment. She eyed it warily for a while, as though it might leap up and strike her, then grabbed it and ripped it open, breaking the Solar Seal into two jagged halves. Her wings buzzed pointlessly as she read. I grant your request. Tomorrow, you shall have the messenger you desire: the pony who thinks best of you. Chrysalis allowed herself a twisted half-smile, then flung the scroll into a dark corner and waited for sleep to come. * * * The cell door opened, its hinges gleaming dully in the grey evening light. “You again?” complained Chrysalis. “Me again,” said Twilight. > Seussless (flashfic; Comedy; Twilight) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I do not like the frozen days, I do not like earth pony ways. I would not, could not, lie to you: I rather envy Ditzy Doo Who flew the wrong way in the snow, Returning much too late to go And help the other pegasi To clear the clouds and clean the sky. Okay, I know it all worked out; I’m still annoyed. (Hey, Spike! Don’t pout! A number one assistant must, To earn his gem-embellished crust, Be there for me when I’m alone And really need a little moan.) My Winter Mess Up days, I hope, Are past – can I forget them? Nope! But something makes me more upset (I haven’t told the Princess yet!), Which is: I’ve seemingly replaced Young Amethyst, who had embraced Reality: this town is not A magic place like Canterlot. And now, I’m painfully aware, I’m Purple Organiser Mare! > Talk Talk (flashfic; Comedy; Applejack/Rainbow Dash) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Rainbow! Rainbow!” “Oh... hey there, AJ. What’s up?” “Well, it ain’t you, lazybones! And what are you wearin’ those for?” “What?” “Don’t you give me that, Rainbow Dash. You’ve been nappin’ again, ain’t you?” “Ooh, you’re jealous of my awesome cloud-busting shades. Yeah, I can see that.” “Cloud-bustin’ shades? Like hay.” “Chill out, AJ. Everypony likes to catch some rays sometimes. You do.” “Not when there’s work to be done, missy. I got me some stubborn apples that still need a little April shower from that thing.” “Heh, I always knew applebucking would scramble your brain. That thing, Applejack, is what we weather professionals call a cloud.” “You want any cider this season?” “Oh, all right.” “Good. I’m glad you—” “You can have this cloud. Just pull it over... a little jump here... and there.” “Hey! Hey! I’m gettin’ soaked here!” “April shower, AJ. You know – for stubborn Apples.” > The Founder of the Feast (flashfic; Slice of Life; Apple Family) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Move your caboose, Big McIntosh!” called Granny Smith impatiently. “I’m famished!” The stallion entered, pulling an enormous covered cart right up to the vast table. There was a mighty cheer from the dozens of family members present. Applejack, on Granny’s right, winked. “From Sugar Cube Corner. One of Pinkie Pie’s extra-special specials.” She nodded at her brother. “Eeyup,” said Big Mac, whipping off the cover. The Apples cheered again, even louder. “Two cakes?” said Granny, eyeing her granddaughter suspiciously. “What are you up to, young ‘un?” “One’s for my Granny,” said Applejack, “and the other’s for the founder of Ponyville!” > The Villain Contest (UK PonyCon 2016 con book poem; Comedy/Slice of Life; multi-gen) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- From far and wide the ponies came, They marvelled at the sight. A shudder ran all through the crowd Upon that fateful night. It was the eve of Nightmare Moon, That much, at least, is true, But also it was Tirek's time, Lavan's and Grogar's too. Out of the murk loomed Chrysalis, With Sombra, whereupon, Catrina laughed and purred with glee, All reformation gone. Judge Megan and Judge Twilight then Strode out to start the clock, "You have one hour. The victor shall Win Minty's oldest sock!" A deathly hush fell on the place As dreadful deeds were done. The watchers, safe behind their shield, Still longed to turn and run. But when the villains' time was up, They waited side by side, Their faces (those who had them) flushed With awful, evil pride. So why was it both judges bore A smile upon their face? "You've proved," they said, "your skills are good!" That word a rogue's disgrace! > Reshelving (flashfic; Slice of Life; Applejack/Twilight) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Somethin’ wrong, Twi?” “Tell me something, Applejack. You’ve known me since I arrived in Ponyville. Have I changed?” Applejack grimaced, rubbed the back of her neck and looked away. “I want you to be honest.” Looking back, Applejack raised an eyebrow and grinned crookedly. “Do you now?” “Yes.” Twilight picked up a book, glancing at its cover. She took a gulp of air. “Please don’t make me wait.” “Well then,” said Applejack, “I reckon you have changed some. You could be a mite tetchy back in the day.” “Tetchy?!” Applejack chuckled. “Maybe not the best word. But you’d have some mighty sharp comebacks sometimes. Took us a while to get used to that. All gone now, though.” She smiled. Twilight did not. “That’s a compliment, sugarcube. You’ve learned so much more about everything since.” Twilight shelved the book. In a small voice, she said, “I know.” Applejack hugged her close. > Old Tricks (flashfic; Slice of Life; Trixie) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Her mother was powerful. Exactly how she had obtained her former role at court, she had never been willing to divulge to her daughter. Young as she was, Trixie had sensed an aching sadness behind all the prideful comments about having the Princess’s ear. Her father was great. Ponies from across the northern lands flocked to his shows. He dominated the stage; he had the greatest trick of all: that of making every member of his audience feel they were the most important pony in the room. Their filly grew up in a world of luxury, every whim indulged and every wish granted as the family travelled onward. When Trixie won her conjuring cutie mark with a spectacular smoke-bomb display, her cute-ceñeara was the talk of the nearby towns for months. It was a strange, rootless, life, but Trixie was content – until Big Bucks arrived. The oddly-coloured stallion had a powerful build, yet the power of his mind was stronger still. Suggesting a partnership, he overcame Jackpot’s initial uncertainty and the two quickly became fast friends. The bits rolled in and their fame grew still further in the north. Her father spent ever more time rehearsing and performing with Big Bucks, while her mother used those mysterious contacts to ensure there was always Canterlot Castle representation at the shows – though Trixie never saw her actually speak to the Princess herself, only to her servants. Though Trixie’s parents had increasingly little time to spend with their daughter, she did not feel neglected. She felt inspired. Illusion magic! The ability to make your audience believe you could bring them the Moon on a stick – and wasn’t her cutie mark a crossed wand and Moon? Destiny would brook no delay. One dark night, Trixie stole an old wagon and stole away. > Rock On (FFF contest entry; Random; Mudbriar/Maud) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Technically, I will always be a stick pony, regardless of my physical form at any one moment.” Mudbriar looked over at his marefriend and smiled. “But I guess I would be willing to try this Metamorphic Experience, if it would make you happy.” “I’m ecstatic.” The two of them walked slowly to the Rockumentation Room entrance. As Maud hauled open the heavy door, Mudbriar felt a wave of intense heat roll over him. He blinked. “Isn’t Edith handling all this?” Maud didn’t even look round. “She's at the Cockatrice Congregation. And as much as I loved you as a hunk of granite, we did talk about taking our relationship to the next level.” She pointed at the dim shape of machinery beyond the portal. “It took me a while to get the temperature and pressure high enough.” Mudbriar squeaked. “High enough for what?! You didn’t say anything about this earlier!” “It’s quite easy,” said Maud, seemingly ignoring him. “It will strengthen our relationship.” “But what about you? Aren’t you going to join me in there?” Maud shook her head, half an inch or so each way. Mudbriar was startled at her vehemence. “No.” “Why not? A rock pony such as you should be able to withstand higher temperature and pressure than a stick pony such as myself. We could be metamorphic together. I love you, Maud. I’ll always be here for you. Will you be here for me?” “I need to operate the controls.” Mudbriar scowled, then stamped a hoof. “No. I'm sorry, Maud, but no. Technically, this is goodbye.” Maud blinked twice. “Why?” Mudbriar could hardly bear seeing Maud so miserable, but he hardened his heart; a line had been crossed. Things would never again be the same between them. As he walked out of Maud’s cavern and out of her life, he turned his head and called back to the desolate mare. “If you won’t be gneiss, at least don’t make me feel like schist.” > Chapter 1 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yes Twi checked her latest letter, But Twi checked she'd written nicely, So Twi checked her letter oncely, And Twi checked her letter twicely, Yes Twi checked her letter thricely, But Twi checked herself at fourcely, So Twi checked the "uncheck" button, And Twi checked she'd written horsely.