A prompt-driven collection of <1000 word stories, driven entirely by prompts given in the comments that drive the story that is written based on prompts in the comments of the story that is written based on prompts in the comments of the story.
A prompt-driven collection of <1000 word stories, driven entirely by prompts given in the comments that drive the story that is written based on prompts in the comments of the story that is written based on prompts in the comments of the story.
"Cool? Cool!? No, it's not cool! It looks horrible! What ever possessed you to--Wait, let me guess: Cutie Mark Crusaders Mane Cutters?
Sweetie Belle hung her head a little. "Well, yeah, but... Yeah. I was just hoping you'd like it. That's all."
Rarity scrunched her face and suppressed a gag. "Okay, perhaps it isn't my style. But you truly like it?"
"Of course. I wouldn't have done it otherwise."
"Then Darling, I can't fault you for doing this."
"You mean, you're not mad at me?"
"No, I'm not. Though I can't speak for our parents. I'm afraid you're on your own there.
Sweetie squeaked and collided into hugging Rarity. "BEST SISTER EVER!"
Rarity smiled, attempting halfheartedly to untangle herself from the filly. "Though I must ask, however did you cut your own mane so well, albeit--shall we say--uncouthly?"
"Oh, I didn't cut it. Scoots did! Pretty good, huh? She did Apple Bloom too!"
Rarity raised an eyebrow. "Oh did she? I better trot over there and soften the blow."
Meir "Mayor Mare" Mayer always felt a little nervous around spas. It wasn't that she didn't like facials and hooficures--not that she was extremely fond of them, mind you. It was that spas were usually the only places that carried her mane dye. The ponies of Ponyville might have forgotten the embarrassing exposé the Foal Free Press printed, thanks to a powerful memory wipe courtesy of a certain (great and) powerful blue unicorn, but every visit she made was another chance to blow her cover.
Luckily, she was not in Ponyville. She was far to the north, currently in the Crystal Empire for the Equestria Games. Here, she thought as she rummaged through her (naturally pink hair) for some bits, she was an unimportant nopony. Here, she could perpetuate her façade in peace. Here, she could run into Rainbow Dash. Wait, what?
No it isn't.
As Meir plopped the thirteen bits onto the counter, her eyes caught a somewhat disgruntled prismatic pegasus emerging from the sauna room, and her hair was... different. Yes, it was still rainbow-y, but a much lighter, pastel tone. Soft pinks and baby blues sat upon her head and behind her butt. The Mayor's eyes widened, and she put a hoof to her mouth to stifle the laughter threatening to issue from her swelled cheeks. Rainbow Dash used mane dye.
Rainbow, for her part, noticed a gray-maned mare holding a grey bottle checking out of the Crystal Empire's preeminent spa. Hints of bright pink splashed their way through the other wise drab strands of hair. Huh.
The mayor mare realized her vulnerability too late. Soon, a cocky pegasus was trotting up to her. "So, it looks like you and I both have some explaining to do, huh?"
Meir tensed up and scowled. "Rainbow, I trust you to keep this a secret. My political career is on the line."
Rainbow raised her eyes. "Oh yeah? I think you'd look good in pink. I think the world would too. What's to stop me from going to the press?"
Meir smirked. "I'll do the same to you. It's mutually assured destruction, Dashie."
Rainbow was unfazed. "Ahh, but Meir Mayer, or should I say, Mayor Mare, You're forgetting something. Unlike you, I have fans. And do you know what fans have?"
Meir nervously bit her lip. "Where are you going with this, Ms. Dash?"
Rainbow winked, lifted the tip of her hoof to her mouth, and whistled. Scootaloo and Featherweight materialized from behind a crystal column. Featherweight held something up, and a bright *FLASH* startled the mayor.
"Fans," Rainbow coolly finished, "have cameras. You don't." And she confidentially trotted back into the sauna.
Mayer gaped at the two kids now staring at her. That gape turned into a wicked smile. No one knows why Scootaloo and Featherweight never showed up to class on Monday. No one but Meir Mayer.
Instead of using the Elements, Nightmare Moon is hugged into submission.
"You foals!" Nightmare Moon cackled. You'll never find the 6th Element!"
"You're wrong, Nightmare. That's because the final element is... hugs! Go get her, girls!"
"Augh! Stay back! Fuzzy pony cuddles are my only weakness!"
Six cute equines tackled her to the ground, squeezing all the icky nightmare out of her and leaving behind a bruised and battered (extreme hugging is a contact sport!), but very much cleansed-of-darkness luna.
"Ugh," she moaned, dizzy, "reformation has never been so adorable."
Despite being only nine years old, Spike wrestled with the existential problems faced by those many times his age. Why are we here? What is the point of life? Does Goddess exist?
But now, he realized, all those questions had at last been answered definitively. This was heaven. Unlimited ice cream was the answer to all the questions of life. There was no more to ruminate on. There was only ice cream in need of being eaten. This was his simple religion: eat ice cream.
As he made a dent in his third tub of Minty Delight, his blissful trance was shattered by a roaring wind, and before him he saw not future Twilight, but instead his own visage!
"Spike! You gotta stop eating all that ice cream! You're messing with the timeline!"
"Woah, future me! You... don't look much different."
"I'm from next Tuesday."
"Oh. That's kind of a let down."
"Look," Future Spike said, exasperated," you gotta stop eating all that ice cream. If you don't change your ways, you'll eat so much that you'll throw up, and Twilight will have to clean it up, and in doing so she accidentally lights your flammable stomach acid on fire and it burns our house down! You don't want to burn our house down, do you? Twilight's all depressed now, but there's no more ice cream for her to eat, because it all melted! It took me two days to figure out how to do this spell too! That's two days I could have been reading comic books! Think of the comic books, Spike! Think of the comic books!"
"Woah, woah, woah, are you saying I can't eat ice cream? I love Twilight, and I love our home, but I'm not sure that's a choice I can accept!"
"Dude, you can still eat a ton of ice cream. Just stop before you throw up."
"Oh, okay. Thank you, future Spike."
"You're welcome. Live long and prosper, and may you have more success with Rarity than I ever will..."
"Wait, what?!"
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"The first thing you should know about me is that I'm a huge cunt. Please don't ask me why. I've just always been super angry about everything, y'know? I mean, yeah, my childhood kind of sucked, being raised on a rock farm and then running a rock farm and all, but my parents were cool enough. Sure, they were--and still are--old fashioned as Tartarus, but they never beat me or anything. My dad yelled a lot, but I generally deserved it for being a little shit. Now I'm just a bigger shit. He's"--I gesture towards the stallion playing with the foals over in the other room-- "the only one who'll put up with it. I think he likes it, actually. Weirdo.
"We've got hearts hmm hm hmm hm hmmm," Starlight half sang, half hummed as she watched Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon circle the Cutie Mark Crusaders like sharks. "Glad I got here early enough to catch the song."
As soon as the two bullies left, Starlight burst through the bushes. "Heya, Crusaders. How goes it?"
"EEP!" squeaked Sweetie Belle.
"Ugh, not you again," groaned Scootaloo. "Stop trying to fix all our problems."
"Yeah," added Apple Bloom, "It's really creepy."
Starlight smiled. "Well, girls, today I'm not going to do anything but give you some advice. Is that fair?"
Scootaloo groaned again. "Whatever. Make it quick. We have a routine to practice."
"Don't worry, I'll be done in ten seconds flat. My advice is this: Ignore Diamond Tiara and her lackey Silver Spoon. They're assholes. Ignore them and a bunch of your problems will go away. Ignore me--that is, listen to them--and you'll be riding the drama llama in no time. Got it?"
"Uh, I guess?" said Sweetie Belle. "Is that all?"
"Yep. That's all! Now you three be good fillies and do Ponyville proud! Ta-ta!"
And with a poof, she was gone.
The three looked at each other. "This is weird, right?" asked Apple Bloom.
"APPLE BLOOM APPLE! WHY ARE YOU BALD?!" 
