There were only so many things three little fillies could do in Equestria to try and get their cutie marks. From aerobics to zip lining it seemed like they'd tried everything. Their latest endeavor, paper making, left them frustrated and covered in gooey slops of paper grossness. Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle all either sat or slumped in the grass under the warmth of the sun drying their matted coats. "We're never going to get our cutie marks," grumbled Scootaloo. She was trying to get paper mixture out of her nose with a stiff blade of grass.
"Everypony keeps tellin' us to be patient," huffed Apple Bloom, kicking slop from her b
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Harbinger pt. 1
"Big Macintosh, get up. Please get up!" Raindrops looked around nervously, the one blue eye not swollen shut trying to take everything in. "Big Macintosh, please." She nudged him again, whimpering. "I can't go by myself, I'm too scared. You have to help me find the others!" The big red stallion didn't move. "Please don't be dead!" She nudged him again, harder this time and teetering as she tried to keep weight off her broken right foreleg. This time his breathing changed. He took in a deep breath and his entire body shuddered. "Oh my gosh, Big Macintosh? Big Macintosh, can you hear me?" She hopped around from his back to his head, her wings
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The Last Pegasus pt. 1
"Remind me again why we're going to the beach today."
A dark red pegasus with wild dark purple hair and a cutie mark of lightning through a cloud gazed out the window with her chin in her hooves. The weather was cruddy and she'd much rather stay inside by the fire, reading her newest copy of Captain Marevel, her favorite comic book heroine. Turning away from the drizzle outside, she looked at the bright pink unicorn with three heart lollipops for a cutie mark across the room adjusting her saddle bags. "You guys can totally go without me you know."
"Not a chance," laughed the unicorn, shaking her crimson and white mane from her eyes. "It's n
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Ponyville. Home. They say it's always easy to go back home. It's where your roots are, where there's safety and familiarity. It's the one place you can let your guard down and know that somehow, someway, everything is going to turn out just the way it's meant to. Yet the idea of home was anything but comforting. In fact the closer the train got to Ponyville, the more anxious the pale, pale gray unicorn at the back of the compartment felt. Her eyes were closed, her two-colored mane a mess from so many hours traveling. She was breathing slowly, intentionally, trying to keep herself from running to the bathroom and getting sick. It wasn't easy
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Something To Be pt.1
My story is not one told in nostalgic reminiscing, something proud parents tell their friends, siblings share in fond memories. My story is one most would like to forget. Sometimes I would like to forget it myself. But to know where I started in this world, what I've had to go through and what I have become because of it? I would be foolish to long for another path and forfeit all the knowledge I have gained. For once I was a small filly, just a foal nopony thought about or looked twice at. I was simple, I was plain, and I was meek. But I was not stupid. No, I was much more intelligent than anypony harvesting rocks for a living had the right
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Prompt: Everything is Beautiful
It wasn't unusual for Applejack to be up before the crack of dawn. She had things to get done and waiting for sunlight before beginning was just a waste of time. Crops needed tending, soil needed turning, equipment needed fixing, and family needed feeding. Usually Big Macintosh was up right around the same time. He'd lumber past her into the rest room with barely a grunt of greeting once she was finished. They had a nice routine going and had ever since she was old enough to start doing a lot of the farm chores on her own. Hardly a word passed between the two but they didn't need words to communicate anymore. Most of the time all it took was
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The Origins of Friendship: Twilight Sparkle
One of Twilight Sparkle's earliest memories was sitting in her crib and watching her mother argue with her big brother, Shining Armor. Toys were scattered all around her room, through the open doorway she could easily see magazines, dirty dishes, empty shopping bags and all matter of clutter taking up space in the living room. Shining Armor was angry at their mother again for not keeping the house clean. He wanted to bring friends home but said he was too embarrassed to let them know what kind of house he lived in. Twilight Velvet, their mother, complained that she never had any help in keeping up with the daily chores and accused their fathe
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Harbinger pt. 1 by phasingirl, literature
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Harbinger pt. 1
"Big Macintosh, get up. Please get up!" Raindrops looked around nervously, the one blue eye not swollen shut trying to take everything in. "Big Macintosh, please." She nudged him again, whimpering. "I can't go by myself, I'm too scared. You have to help me find the others!" The big red stallion didn't move. "Please don't be dead!" She nudged him again, harder this time and teetering as she tried to keep weight off her broken right foreleg. This time his breathing changed. He took in a deep breath and his entire body shuddered. "Oh my gosh, Big Macintosh? Big Macintosh, can you hear me?" She hopped around from his back to his head, her wings
* Please read the description before reading this or you will be confused about a name change.
Canterlot lay in ruins in the valley below the mountain it had once rested upon. Amid the rubble were personal items once belonging to the most aristocratic of ponies, furniture, fixtures, art work, clothing...and bodies. So many bodies. Three ponies stood just on the outskirts of the worst of it while another flew overhead. Rarity, Cheerilee and Apple Bloom went from looking at what was left of the once grand city and castle to watching Derpy as she surveyed from above. "Anything?" called up a disheveled Cheerilee.
"No," Derpy called back sadly.
"Do you think the princesses are alive?"
Dawn was breaking up the blotches of purple and navy in the sky over the mountains and everyone was in various states of being awake. Apple Bloom was snuggled between Big Macintosh's forelegs, her head against his chest. Her question made him shake his head. "I wish I knew."
Twilight and Cheerilee were down at the edge of the water getting a drink and Bubblecup took Raindrops off for a quick search of the area. Snails was still groggy with sleep but Rarity, fully awake, lay still and stared into the dying fire. Big Macintosh watched her for a minute, concerned. He'd seen ponies go into shock before f
Spike rested his elbows on the metal balcony railing, his chin in his talons. The sun was sinking slowly behind what was left of the big city. The black voids were no longer there but everyone was still afraid. Everyone who was left, that is. He kept thinking about Twilight, wondering where she was, if she'd made it out in time and if she was okay. The thought of never seeing her again made a lump form in his throat. She was his world in a lot of ways. His best friend, his mother, his teacher. To imagine the world without her was so heartbreaking that it immobilized him at times. His thoughts would then go to the others, usually Rarity first.
Dinky screamed at the top of her lungs. Every time there was another hit to the front doors her entire body jumped. Spike and Pinkie Pie were running around as fast as they could, trying to keep the marauders out. All of the windows had been boarded up but that didn't appear to be a deterrent for those who wanted in. Another slam against the doors and the hinges holding them in place groaned in warning. "They're not going to hold for much longer!" Spike yelled. "Your party cannon would come in real handy right about now, Pinkie Pie!"
The pink earth pony grunted as she pushed a heavy couch from the foyer of the hotel against the door. "I don'
Big Macintosh stood in the open doorway of the hotel lobby and looked out into the cold, bleak morning. Rain was coming down in icy needles, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. He and Pokey managed to drag in several pots of rainwater already and they were all taking turns going outside in pairs to wash up in the natural shower of water. Stretched across the red stallion's back was Pinkie Pie, damp from her own shower but slightly more perky than the day before. She too looked at the rain and sighed softly in Big Mac's ear. He glanced over his shoulder at her and nodded, guessing at her thoughts. "It's gonna be a miserable day of walkin'. 'Cept f
Applejack lowered herself slightly, preparing to pounce when Rarity touched a hoof to her withers. "No," she whispered. "They don't speak, remember?"
"They never used to gather in groups before, neither." But now there was doubt in the earth pony's eyes. She glanced back at the sleeping ponies behind her then returned her gaze to Rarity with a frown. "Here's what I think we should do. Keep listenin' an' when it's close enough you an' I jump out from either side of the fire."
"But that's another thing," Rarity argued quietly. "They don't like the fire."
Applejack sighed through her nose, her jaw stubbornly set as she reevaluated her plan. "
Fillydelphia was city rebuilt into a fortress. On the other side of the outer metal gate into the city was a stretch of open grass maybe six feet across that ran along the perimeter of the city for as long as the eye could see. This open area stood before the real gate into the city in much the way there was an outer and inner wall to old castles. On top of the second wall was something that looked like Pinkie's party canon on steroids. A seat was built into the back of it and a brown unicorn mare with a white mane and tail sat with goggles over her eyes, staring out into the fields beyond the outer wall. Lyra and Rainbow Dash stood before th
Without prompting from Twilight, Clover stayed right beside the unicorn as she ran back through the city and down into the stadium. With Luna's words of encouragement still ringing her ears, she headed right for the medical tents and only slowed to a walk upon entering the very one that housed her injured friend. Fluttershy still lay with her eyes closed, her body looking smaller than usual and somehow more fragile. Big Macintosh lifted his head and opened tired eyes when he heard Twilight and Clover approaching and looked at the unicorn with an unreadable expression.
"I'm going to try again," she announced quietly, gaze fixed on Fluttershy.
Pinkie stood and watched as the doors were thrown back and a herd of ponies hastened in like water rushing through a broken dam. Suddenly everyone was talking, asking questions, shouting, crying. It was one of the very few moments the pink pony could ever remember being truly speechless. She didn't know what to do or how to help, if she could help. Applejack hurried over and started directing ponies where to go. Scribes and Raindrops were doing the same. Soon enough Twilight and Rarity were there as well but Pinkie felt paralyzed. At least until someone said her name.
"Howdy there, Miss Pinkie Pie."
She blinked and turned to her right. Hob