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Este grupo es para los que amamos a my little pony o al menos al que le guste :)
This group is for lover of my little pony or if u like it :D
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Quiververse Bonus Reel - Vignette Sixteen“I’m sorry that things aren’t quite going the way you’d hoped, Twilight.” Twilight couldn’t help but think that things weren’t going exactly the way that she’d hoped, but she did her best to put as positive a spin on it as she could. “Well, one thing that I’ve had to accept is that things don’t always go according to plan.” She smiled and continued, “Besides, you were still able to come, and that’s the important thing.”Cadance gave her sister-in-law a proud smile as they continued on their way through town. A small part of her was glad that the citizens of Ponyville were giving the two their space, as the last thing she wanted right now was to be mobbed by an adoring public. A part of her supposed that it was due to their familiarity with Twilight, as the mare had been a fixture in Ponyville for over a year now. Though another part of her suspected another reason might be involved. “Still, no offense to Shining Armor, but I think he might be getting just a touch overprotective.”Following them at a respectful distance were two familiar Guardsponies, kitted out in full armor. It was a testament to both their discipline and their good humor that neither reacted to Cadance’s statement, though it helped that neither took it personally. “Don’t get me wrong, I can understand his concern and appreciate the escort, but I was hoping for this to be just the two of us as much as you were.” The elder of the two mares managed an encouraging smile as she decided, “But we’ll make the most of it.” “Definitely.” Twilight then turned nervous as she moved the subject elsewhere. “Speaking of concerns, has there been any news regarding my research project?”Cadance shook her head. “I’m afraid not. If there’s anything in the wilds surrounding the Crystal Empire related to the Chest, then we haven’t been able to find it so far. The only thing that we have found that suggests any sort of link with the Chest or the Tree is the Crystal Heart, but that’s to be expected.”“Empathic gemstone and all that.” Twilight frowned and quietly hoped that her other leads would produce better results. “Well, please keep in touch with me about it.”“Of course.” Cadance then grinned and turned back to the subject at hoof. “For now, though, we get to enjoy a little quality time to ourselves.”The pair reached the Ponyville Fairgrounds to find themselves surrounded by curious visitors occupied by booths and exhibits all around them. The Star Swirl the Bearded Traveling Museum had arrived in town, and Twilight was herself appropriately dressed for the occasion in her costume from the previous Nightmare Night. And much like a foal on Nightmare Night or any geek engaging in cosplay, she had no embarrassment about her state of dress. Though the rare pony present not being similarly-dressed would discourage such things. “A whole day to celebrate Star Swirl the Bearded and his accomplishments. What could be better?”“Absolutely nothing.” Cadance then noticed one stallion in particular, and she idly wondered aloud, “Is that who I think it is?”Twilight’s eyes lit up as she called out and waved. “Quiver!” The stallion in question turned to them in surprise and approached with a delighted smile. “Twilight! Great costume!” He chuckled and admitted, “I’m afraid I didn’t have appropriate dress for anything like this.”“Well no one’s going to think less of you for not coming in costume.” Twilight then made some quick introductions. “Quiver, this is my sister-in-law, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza.” “Just ‘Cadance’ is fine. And you must be Quiver Quill. Twilight’s mentioned you in her letters.”The stallion chuckled nervously. “I’m flattered. Didn’t think I’d be worth mentioning.” “All of my friends are worth a mention. At minimum.” Twilight then gestured with a hoof. “Speaking of, our escorts for the day. Lieutenant Flash Sentry and Sergeant Topaz of the Crystal Guard.” Both stallions nodded politely, and Quiver responded in turn before the mare continued, “Enjoying the exhibition?”“Yeah. I’m just lucky it was here on one of my days off.” Quiver laughed. “It’s funny. Up until last year, the only ponies who knew anything about Star Swirl were historians, archaeologists, hobbyists and conspiracy nuts. Now, he’s practically everywhere.”“Well, a certain young mare managing to complete one of his unfinished spells and then locating one of his lost archives does raise a certain amount of public awareness.” Twilight blushed at Cadance’s comment before her in-law continued, “Anyway, you enjoy yourself.”“Of course. You do the same.” Quiver then parted ways from the two princesses, and Cadance noted, “I like him. He reminds me of your brother.”Twilight grinned. “Oh, something tells me that he and Shining Armor would get on like a house on fire.” “Something for another day, I guess.” The two then reached one of the exhibits, and discussion turned elsewhere. “Is that the candlestick Star Swirl used to light the way when he was exploring the caverns of Maretania?”Twilight, Cadance and their escort would get precious little time to enjoy themselves before a certain draconequus came along to disrupt their plans, while many ponies present at the exhibition would find themselves dealing with some headaches from same. Quiver in particular wouldn’t be forgetting it anytime soon....
Quiververse Bonus Reel - Vignette ThirteenTwilight smiled with contentment as she tucked Spike into bed. The young drake needed his rest, if only to help fight off that brief cold he’d found himself dealing with. Between staying up through the night to help with Winter Wrap-Up and falling asleep on a chunk of ice, it was no surprise he was under the weather. She also tried her best not to think about how she was inevitably going to be blamed for Spike falling asleep where he did as she went back down to the library proper. Something told her the only reason Spike wasn’t blaming her, at least not out loud, was because of the inevitable comeback that she’d make regarding his flip-flopping on using her magic. A knock sounded on the door, and Twilight quickly moved to answer. “Applejack?” “Howdy, Twilight. Got a minute?” The unicorn stepped outside the library and closed the door behind her as her friend collected herself. “Came by to see how you were doin’. An’ apologize fer that outburst yesterday.” Twilight gave a reassuring smile. “Applejack, you don’t have to apologize for that. You were under a lot of stress trying to get everything done.” “Ain’t no excuse, though. You were tryin’ to help, an’ a certain someone went an’ pushed ya in a way that made things worse.” At her friend’s surprised expression, the farmpony explained, “Ah encouraged Spike to give me the full story after you ran off. Ah’d’ve called him a weasel, but somethin’ tells me Fluttershy would’ve protested on behalf of the weasels.” Twilight nodded in agreement. This conversation, however, was leading her towards very uncomfortable territory. “Applejack, as much as I can forgive what you did, I have to ask something. Is there…” She turned uneasy, as if she were unsure of how to proceed. “Do Ah have an issue with unicorns an’ magic?” The unicorn sighed. “Yes. Sorry, I didn’t want to accuse you of something you aren’t.” “Ah know, an’ Ah appreciate the gesture, but Ah’m a big mare an’ Ah can handle havin’ mah feelin’s hurt, ‘specially when it’s unintentional.” Applejack sat down on her rear to get comfortable. “Ah don’t have issue with unicorns in general, or magic in general. That reaction of mine came from a lotta diff’rent places, an’ not just the fact that it’d been ages since we got the job done anywhere near on time an’ Ah had that hangin’ over me.” She took off her hat and asked, “Ya remember the Hearth’s Warmin’ story?” “I’m going to assume that’s a rhetorical question.” The farmpony nodded. “Ah got this relative, an old great-uncle Maker knows how many places removed. Tends to say a lotta stuff that most ponies would dismiss as tribist, ‘specially concernin’ that time’a year. Talk about how unicorns an’ pegasi had unfair advantages over us earth ponies. Asked Granny once why she didn’t stop him from sayin’ that stuff, an’ ya’ know what she said?” “That he wasn’t wrong?” At Applejack’s surprised expression, Twilight explained, “There’s more than a few unicorns who’ve discussed the Hearth’s Warming story, and brought up how contemporary attitudes among the unicorn nobles contributed to unjust conditions for the earth pony tribes. Those attitudes didn’t really fade after everything happened with the Windigoes, but they were dealt pretty hard blows.” “No kiddin’.” Applejack shook her head and continued her story. “Granny continued on with her life experiences, how she had to work hard an’ survive dealin’ with all sorts’a dangers both before an’ after settlin’ down an’ foundin’ Sweet Apple Acres. An’ how a lot’ve ‘em involved magic in some way. Taught her that magic was somethin’ to be wary of at best, an’ if’n a pony can avoid usin’ it, then they should.” She shrugged and admitted, “Colored mah viewpoint a bit. All the stuff Ah do ‘round the farm, plus everythin’ for Winter Wrap-Up an' the Runnin’ of the Leaves an’ other stuff, Ah do it with my own four hooves. No wings, no horn, jus’ old-fashioned pony-power. Point of pride for me, too.” “And there’s nothing wrong with that.” “Ain’t sayin’ there is, an’ Ah’m glad you agree.” She lifted a hoof and explained, “Ah ain’t stupid, Twilight. Ah know earth ponies have magic too. That what we do ain’t nearly as flashy or impressive as movin’ stuff without touchin’ it or makin’ lightnin’ bolts or whatever, but what we do is plenty important. A farm run by an earth pony is gonna out-perform a farm run by a unicorn or a pegasus, everythin’ else bein’ equal, simply because our magic works better ‘fer farmin’. An’ seein’ that get put down…” “It hurts.” “An’ like Ah said, Ah know you weren’t tryin’ to do that. Ah lashed out on instinct, an’ that was wrong.” “Especially considering there are ponies out there who would put you down just because you’re an earth pony, Hearth’s Warming or no Hearth’s Warming.” Applejack nodded, and Twilight smiled. “I’m glad that you know I’m not one of them.” The farmpony grinned. “Sugarcube, you got yer flaws, but arrogance ain’t one of ‘em. Buck, even Rainbow Dash ain’t got a head that big.” The two shared a short giggle before she continued, “Anyway, you got us organized. No magic, jus’ you usin’ yer head and playin’ to yer strengths. That ain’t somethin’ to sneeze at.” “Thanks.” Twilight relaxed, glad to have that weight lifted. “Anyway, now that’s out of the way, there’s something I’d like to talk with you about concerning Winter Wrap-Up. I might have some ideas for streamlining things next year. No magic, just working smarter rather than harder.” That got Applejack’s attention. “Streamlinin’, huh? Tell me more.”...
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Rarity
Oh My! What Dreadful Rags You Are Wearing by eidont48
Quiververse Bonus Reel - Vignette FourteenRarity was not in the best of moods, to put it politely. The last week or so hadn’t been at all pleasant, as several messes had all hit one after another, from one great and powerful pony turning Ponyville into their personal fiefdom whilst driven mad by an arcane artifact to Rarity herself being turned into the newest host of the force that had corrupted Princess Luna. And on top of all that, she had a fashion show in Canterlot to prepare for! Applejack pointing her towards that health spa had sounded like the ideal means to unwind and ready herself for the coming show. Unfortunately, even that had lost its luster. While the staff was pleasant enough, Flax and Wheat’s New Age All-Natural Wellness Center was less a spa and more of a working farm. Instead of mud baths, hooficures and relaxation, she’d found her hooves caked in mud, manure and mush, been swarmed by bees and ended up laboring rather than relaxing. And that was ignoring the accommodations – Applejack’s barn was more comfortable to sleep in. The nightly gifts of complimentary beauty products were fantastic, but not enough to entice her into staying any further. A lady had her limits, after all, and Rarity had reached hers.“Flax Seed! Wheat Grass!” Rarity swept aside the beaded curtain that served as the front door to the pairs’ office/living quarters/whatever and entered. “Not that these last few days haven’t been… charming, but I simply cannot continue under these conditions! I am leaving, and would very much like a refund!”The former of the pair, a lanky stallion with a small mustache and short beard, looked at her with a half-glazed but nonetheless worried expression. “A…a refund?”The latter, a pretty mare with tiny glasses and a long, flowing mane, looked far more worried than her partner. “As in, you want your bits back?”“Obviously, though I only expect half of them back. I did, after all, pay for a week at these facilities, and it’s only been three days.” At their worried expressions, she frowned. “I suspect those expressions don’t bode well for me, do they?”Flax Seed held up a tray with what looked like an attempt at all-natural foods with a nervous grin. “Carrot-carrob-and-bean crunchy clusters?”Wheat Grass gently pushed the tray away and approached. “Rarity, I’m so very sorry, but we’ve already sent your money off to our bank to help cover our debts.” She bowed her head shamefully and admitted, “We’ve made some…bad decisions with money, and the bank is close to foreclosing and taking our land from us.” “Amazing Booksellers is already eyeing things up for another one of their warehouses, and we’re gonna get the boot.” The stallion bowed his head sadly. “Gonna have to go back on the road, instead of living our dream and having an all-natural life.” “Bad decisions…” Rarity considered her surroundings and reasoned that yes, that could explain a great deal, but only so much. “But the complimentary beauty products are some of the best I’ve seen! Surely those have been helping with your income?”“They aren’t beauty products, they’re spiritual enhancers.” Rarity eyed the stallion, who amended himself, “Y’know, for, like, enhancing the spirit. And stuff.” “And we can only make so much of our goops. You’ve actually been helping to make them. We thought opening up the wellness center would help with the bills, but…” “Yes, I understand. But how have you been selling them?”“The stand on the side of the road.” Wheat Grass slumped slightly as she admitted, “We don’t really have heads for all this business stuff.” Rarity considered that, then smiled. “Fortunately, however, I do. Gather your staff! Celestia as my witness, we’re going to save your business, clear your debts, and make certain you never have monetary issues again!”-“Whoa!” Flax Seed was in awe as he gazed about at the Canterlot skyline. “It’s all so, like, big and busy and stuff.” “And so are we, dear, so are we!” Wheat Grass chided her partner as they and their staff worked to fulfill purchases. Their shipping boxes were rapidly emptying out, and odds were good that they’d have quite a few mail-orders to fill once they got back home. Rarity stood back and watched with satisfaction as her new associates reaped the benefits of her instruction. They’d taken the lessons to heart, and certainly seemed pleased that they didn’t have to toss aside their own adherence to all-natural methods to do it. That her own show had been a smashing success certainly hadn’t hurt things. “Somepony looks like they’ve had a very good night.” Twilight and Spike joined her, clearly pleased themselves. “I guess visiting that wellness center did work out for you.” “Not quite in the way that I’d thought it would, but yes, it did.” Rarity sighed and admitted, “I admit, I was discomforted by the conditions at first, but seeing through them to help with their problem was the most important thing, and I’m glad that I did so. I helped them, and helped myself for good measure.” She shrugged. “Not the ideal friendship lesson, of course, but regardless, things are better for them now than they were before.” “And I certainly look forward to trying a few of their products for myself.” The three looked up in surprise as Celestia grinned. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you three. And no, Twilight, I won’t be needing this recorded in a letter, but feel free to make a record of this anyway.”Spike sighed. “That saves me a little trouble.” He eyed his claws and asked, “You think that hoof scrub of theirs will work for claws too?”
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Fluttershy
Dreaming of Springtime.... by PurpleNebulaStudios
Life-Sized Plush Flutters with Faux Fur Hair! by PurpleNebulaStudios
40inch Flutters with Faux Fur Hair by PurpleNebulaStudios
Quiververse Bonus Reel - Vignette SeventeenFluttershy suddenly felt like a mouse caught in one of those horrible traps. One moment, she had been singing to her little animal friends in the apparent comfort and security of her yard, only to discover in the next that she’d had a larger audience than she had at first believed. “Oh… you… um… you didn’t hear me… um…” “Singing in the most beautiful voice ever?!” Pinkie Pie squealed. Rainbow Dash rushed forward to confirm, “Uh, yeah we did!” Fluttershy promptly whimpered and tried desperately to make herself as small as possible, and the newest one among her friends approached. “Fluttershy, easy! There’s nothing to be ashamed of!” “Quiver’s right!” Applejack’s tone was both soothing and awestruck. “That was like a little slice a’ heaven.” “With ice cream on top!” Pinkie reiterated. “And I for one cannot believe that your spectacular voice isn’t part of the Pony Tones quartet!” Even as her friend attempted to protest, Rarity produced a flier and continued, “Especially since you’re having us perform for your Ponyville Pet Center fundraiser tomorrow night! This simply must be rectified! You must share that stunning voice at the event!” “Yeah! It’ll be so amazing!” Seemingly unaware or uncaring as her friend’s face became a portrait of anxiety and terror, Pinkie continued, “You’ll be there on stage, basking in the hooflights! The center of attention! A shining star! Everypony staring at you, judging you, jealously noting how they could be way better than you! Why wasn’t it them? Why wasn’t it them? And then, when you choke, they’ll turn on you, becoming a seething, angry mob, and you’ll be horribly humiliated, never able to show your face in Ponyville again!” “Pinkie Pie!” Even as Rarity had rolled up the flier in frustration of her own, Quiver had snatched it out of the air and soundly thwacked the party pony on the nose for her outburst. “What in the Maker’s name are you doing?!” Pinkie Pie rubbed her nose and retorted, “I’m just encouraging her to have some fun!” Quiver tossed aside the flier, took hold of the mare’s head, and forced her attention on the quivering, weeping pegasus before her. “Does that look like she’s having fun to you?” “Well no, silly, it looks like she’s terrified!” As she processed her own words, all sense of mirth vanished from her face, and Pinkie’s mane drooped. “Oh.” Quiver released her from his grip, and she bowed her head. “I’m sorry Fluttershy. Your singing is really good, though.” “Thank you, Pinkie, and… I do appreciate everypony’s praise.” Fluttershy then turned to Rarity and continued, “And I do love the Pony Tones. You, Big Mac, Toe-Tapper and Torch Song are absolutely wonderful, and I’m thankful that you agreed to help with the fundraiser, but I… I can’t perform with you.” “Why not?” Twilight stepped up. “If it’s something administrative, I can help with that.” Fluttershy shook her head no. “It’s stage fright, isn’t it?” At Fluttershy’s nod, Quiver offered, “Fluttershy, that’s perfectly normal. And understandable.” Rarity sighed. “Indeed it is. As much as I think you not performing alongside us is a terrible waste, I understand your reasons for not taking part.” “Thank you. And thank you all for coming and helping out with all the work that still needs to be done.” She felt a nudge at her side as a familiar bunny urged her forward. “I know, Angel. We’re getting to work.” Quiver sighed as he joined his friends in getting to work. “Sorry about that, Pinkie. I don’t like getting quite that aggressive.” The party mare waved a hoof. “It’s okay. Sometimes I need somepony to rein me in.” Rainbow Dash chuckled. “Careful who you say that around, Pinkie, or someone’ll think you and Quiver are getting up to something.” The stallion gave an unimpressed snort. “Har har.”- Preparations for the fundraiser went off with little difficulty, but come the next day and final preparations for the Pony Tones’ performance, a problem presented itself. “A…a turkey call?” Rarity stood aghast at Big McIntosh, her magical grip on his necktie tightening in frustration. “You lost your voice doing a… a turkey call?!” “Lost his voice and the title!” Pinkie Pie soon found the fashionista glaring daggers at her, and took on a nervous grin. “Ooops.” Rarity settled for thwacking Pinkie on the nose with a newspaper before she turned her attention back to the problem at hoof. “Now we can’t perform tonight! The Pony Tones are a quartet, and we can’t rearrange the music for a trio in so short a time, or find somepony else who can perform in Big Mac’s place!” She sighed and turned to her friend. “I’m sorry, Fluttershy, but I fear there’s no remedy for this.” Fluttershy, however, appeared more optimistic. “Actually, I think I might know a remedy!”- Fluttershy had hoped that Zecora would know a way to accelerate Big Mac’s healing process, but visiting the zebra’s hut had led to a different solution. Fluttershy would purposefully infect herself with poison joke, deepening her voice once more, and Big Mac would lip synch while she sung. The good news was that the scheme worked. The bad news is, it went horribly right. The Pony Tones soon found themselves booked for event after event, with Fluttershy increasingly enjoying every performance. So enthusiastic was she that the mare was hesitant to stop once Big Mac’s voice had healed, and there had been a mutual agreement between the two of them and Rarity that their performance at Sugar Cube Corner would be their last. Unfortunately, Fluttershy’s enthusiasm had gotten the better of her, and their ploy had been exposed. The crowds might’ve been forgiving, but Fluttershy had retreated in terror to her home. The cottage door opened, and Twilight led the group inside. “Fluttershy? Are you in here?” “Yes.” Her voice restored to normal, Fluttershy emerged from her bathroom with a towel wrapped around her mane. “I’m here.” “Fluttershy, you were amazing!” Even with her enthusiastic tone of voice, Pinkie Pie was clearly restraining herself as she cheered, “They loved you! We loved you!” “Maybe so, and I’m glad you all enjoyed it, but…” The shy mare whimpered. “But… I’m never doing it again. I can’t.” “Whyever not?” Rarity quietly ascended the staircase with a soothing tone to her voice. “You were living your dream, darling!” “And when that curtain came down, it was my worst nightmare.” Fluttershy bowed her head in fear. “All those eyes on me, all that attention…” “And how bad was it?” Quiver gave her an encouraging smile. “Really? How bad? Pinkie’s right, Fluttershy. They loved you. How could they not?” Fluttershy considered that. The reaction had been enthusiastic, and ponies had indeed loved her. She raised her head and smiled. “Well, it was fun.” She turned to Rarity. “I don’t know if I can do it all the time, but maybe, every once in a while, the Pony Tones can be a quintet?” The fashionista cooed. “I think that can be arranged, darling!”...
Rainbow Dash
Quiververse Bonus Reel - Vignette EighteenVignette #18 – Many Happy ReunionsRainbow Dash was not looking forward to this. Facing down dragons and monsters and Discord and whatever else came her way? Fine. Death-defying stunts that only the most awesome of awesome pegasi could pull off? No problem. But this? This was in a whole other league of trouble. She groaned as she rapped against the door before her with her hoof. Nothing to do but get it over with. The door opened, and a pegasus mare who didn’t quite look her age barely laid eyes upon her guest before she broke out in the most ecstatic grin a pony could have and not be Pinkie Pie. “Dashie!”“Hi Mom. I…YIPE!”Windy Whistles hardly waited for her daughter to finish her statement before embracing her and pulling her into the house. Rainbow Dash briefly spun about before righting herself as her mother closed the door and called out, “Bow! Honey! Company!”“I’m coming, m’love, I’m…” The stallion of the household came into view, and whooped and hollered in joy as he laid eyes on his daughter. “Dashie!”“Hey Dad, I…Oooh!” Rainbow Dash had the wind knocked out of her as her father took her into a tight embrace, and barely recovered it enough to wheeze, “Good to see you!”“Great to see you too!” Bow Hothoof released his daughter. “What brings you by? And why didn’t you tell us you were coming? We could’ve had lunch ready for you!”“Oh that’s no big deal, Bow, we can go out for…”“Mom, Dad, please!” Dash’s sudden shouting caught both her parents’ attention as she explained, “I’ve got something really important that I need to talk with you about! Both of you!”Both of her parents suddenly sobered up at their daughters’ words, and quickly found seats. “Of course, Dashie.” Bow himself seemed worried as he asked, “What’s the matter?”Rainbow Dash took a deep breath as she sat down in front of her parents. “Okay, first off, before either of you start getting worried. I haven’t suddenly caught some incurable disease or suddenly found out that I only have a few days left to live or something.” Her parents turned visibly relieved at that. “Also, I’m not pregnant, I’m not getting married, and I haven’t suddenly decided that I’m a lesbian or something.”Her father slumped with relief. “Well, I’m glad to hear all of that.” He raised a hoof to amend, “Of course, you being a lesbian wouldn’t be a bad thing at all.”Windy shook her head. “Oh, certainly not, though I think we would’ve figured that out already.”“I dunno, honey, sometimes it’s hard to tell.” At the expression on his daughter’s face, Bow decided against pursuing that argument before he stuck his hoof in his mouth any further. “So why are you here, Dashie?”“I…actually came to say that I was sorry. To both of you.” At her parents’ stunned expressions, Rainbow Dash explained, “For…not appreciating you, as much as I should.”Bow gave his daughter an incredulous look and asked, “Dashie, are you sure you haven’t caught a bug or something?”Windy wrapped a wing around her husband and chided, “Bow, let her explain herself.”“Thanks Mom.” Dash collected herself, then continued, “Growing up, you two were behind me all the way. Every competition, every sporting event, every little thing, you cheered me on. And that’s awesome, but there’s times were it felt like you went over the top with it. I mean, it felt a little awkward having you guys cheer for me like I’d come in first place when all I got was a participation trophy, and you cranked it up past eleven after I actually started winning real awards.” She bowed her head as she admitted, “It started getting a little embarrassing after a while.” Now feeling a little worried, Windy chimed in, “We were only trying to be supportive, dear.”“Yeah, and I don’t mind that. You being supportive is awesome, and I wouldn’t be the pony I am today without you two.” She shrugged and grinned. “Heck, I wouldn’t exist without the two of you, obviously.” That got a laugh out of her parents. “It just felt like too much after a bit is all. But something happened lately, and it got me thinking about things and, well, I felt like I had to come here and get that off my back.” She slumped again. “So yeah. Sorry. For not being as good a daughter as I could be.” Rainbow Dash knew her parents pretty well, or at least felt that she did. Guessing their reactions wasn’t difficult, and so she knew they wouldn’t be angry with her. Maybe she’d get a tight bearhug or something, but definitely not yelling and rage. The actual reaction was more sedate than she expected, however, as both her parents approached and took her into a warm embrace. “You’re an amazing daughter, Dashie. Don’t you ever think otherwise.” The hug loosened as Bow admitted, “And tell you the truth, maybe we did go overboard with the support.”“Not that we could help it. You were our miracle, after all.” That caught Rainbow Dash by surprise. “Miracle?”Bow blushed. “Well Dashie, your old stallion tends to shoot blanks.”Windy had a similar expression. “And your mother needed a little extra help when she was carrying you.” She sighed sadly and admitted, “It’s a big reason why you never had a little brother or sister.”“Or a cousin, for that matter.” Her father turned sheepish as he admitted, “We had a lot of help where you were concerned, Dashie, and we’re glad for every bit of it. Something you might want to keep in mind if you ever want a family of your own.” He then tried to turn the conversation to something a little less personal. “So what brought this on exactly? Can’t be one of those crazy adventures you’ve had saving Equestria, or you’d have been here sooner.”“It’s not.” Now Dash turned sheepish as she admitted, “I made this friend recently, and a little bit ago, he told me about his family situation. Short version, his dad isn’t exactly Father of the Year material. My friend’s doing better, but when I can tell he’s got deep scars, well, there’s a problem.”“Well good thing for him that he’s got friends like you and Fluttershy and those mares you save the world with, huh?” Dash grinned at her father’s enthusiasm. “Yeah.” She made a preemptive groan and added, “And before either of you ask, he’s already got a marefriend. And that kinda brings me to the other thing I wanted to talk with you guys about.” At her parents’ curious expressions, she asked, “You remember me wanting to be a Wonderbolt when I was little?”Bow and Windy gasped so deep, it almost felt like all the air had been drained from the house. An impressive feat, considering they lived in Cloudsdale. “You’re in the Wonderbolts?!”“No! Not yet!” Dash grinned. “But I’m gonna be. Been studying up for the exam to get into the reserves.”Her dad gave her the biggest hug that he could as tears formed in his eyes. “Dang right you will.” Rainbow Dash sighed as her mother joined in on the hug. Some things, she was just going to have to live with....
Life Sized Rainbow Pony by PurpleNebulaStudios
The Many Deaths Of Rainbow Dash (Cover) by ChromArtChill
The Many Deaths Of Rainbow Dash (Cover 2) by ChromArtChill
Applejack
Apple Jack WP by FlutterDash75
Apple Jack EQG by FlutterDash75
Pwetty Applejack by CosmicPonye
MLP Applejack by Championx91
Spike
MLP Spike the dragon human by ChrisBlazeDemon
Nuestro Primer Beso (OFK) Prologo Pagina 4 by RandomArconte
Our First Kiss Prologue Page 5 by RandomArconte
Nuestro Primer Beso (OFK) Prologo Pagina 5 by RandomArconte
Celestia
Life-Sized 70in Long Princess Celestia Plush! by PurpleNebulaStudios
Size Comparison Pic of this Princess! by PurpleNebulaStudios
Life-Sized Plush Princess Celestia by PurpleNebulaStudios
Princess Celestia WP by FlutterDash75
Luna
Quiververse Bonus Reel - Vignette TwelveVignette #12 – Princess Luna Micro-Comic / The Day Shift Princess Luna found herself…perturbed. Things had started off well enough. She had just finished her duties for the evening, which thanks to the guidelines set in place by the treaty with the Nyx had recently been streamlined in regards to her dreamwalking. Thus, the evening had been spent on patrols with the Night Guard warding off dangerous creatures in one corner of Equestria or another, and she hardly found herself exhausted come the morning. How much of that was due to the coffee she’d consumed remained a question for another time. Still, when she had reunited with Celestia to transition from the Court of the Night to that of the Day, her elder sibling had started going on about bureaucracy and meetings and delegates. Such challenges were, of course, trivial compared to fending off owlbears and bugbears and lumber bears and assorted other ursine derivatives, and Luna had declared she would handle them. She was, after all, her sister’s equal, and some months had passed since her return, so if ever there was a time for her to prove she could carry her sister’s duties, it was now. If Celestia could handle the duties of day and night for a thousand years, then she could carry the burden for twenty-four hours. She hadn’t quite reckoned with Kibitz, however. Competent as he was, the stallion was an insufferable killjoy, rushing her from one place to another. Still, compared to that… “And then, we’re going to polish our armor to a gleaming shine!” The pegasus guardstallion before her had an eager smile on his face alongside a fuzzy mustache that looked more like a caterpillar than anything else. “And after that, we have an appearance at a bake sale…!” He then noticed the befuddled expression on his sovereign’s face. “Ma’am?” “Polishing armor? Bake sales?” Luna turned to Kibitz with disbelief. “This is how the Royal Guard is attending to its duties?” “We are going through a peaceful spell, your Highness.” “We were attacked by a horde of changelings but a mere fortnight ago! Patrols should be heightened, our security measures re-evaluated! Whilst I am in agreement that we should be attempting to reassure the population that we have returned to normalcy, we should not be letting our guard down!” “Well ma’am, we do plan on patrolling the Everfree Forest!” the cheerful stallion reported. “Ah! Proactive thinking if ever I have heard it!” “Thank you, ma’am!” The stallion fought back a snicker as he reported, “The last time a patrol went, we thought…” Another guardstallion approached, this one more familiar with orange-yellow fur and blue eyes. “Captain Hot Fuzz, I don’t think we need to bore the princess…” “Nonsense!” The first pony continued, “The lieutenant here thought that he saw a monster, but it was really an opossum!” Luna raised an eyebrow at the second stallion. “Lieutenant Flash Sentry?” The stallion was clearly embarrassed as he explained, “In my defense, ma’am, the marsupial in question was in shadow and had very sharp teeth.” Her newfound companion yawned, and thus displayed his own impressive dental work, which prompted a nod from Luna. “Tiberius raises a fair point. Dismissed, all of you.” She watched them return to their rounds, then turned to Kibitz. “Has my sister not done anything regarding our national security since this most recent incident?” “Princess Celestia has brought up what happened with Minister Blacklight, ma’am, and steps are being taken to prevent another invasion.” Luna frowned, and found herself wishing that she’d been awake for the invasion now more than ever. “What’s next, then?”- “Paperwork. Award ceremonies. Disputes that are better left for the courts to resolve. Appearances at school openings. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. All with a smile.” Luna gave the mustachioed unicorn a most regal frown as she amended, “And all that he allowed me to eat were bran biscuits. Bran. Biscuits.” “One must look after one’s colon, your Highness.” “Our colon can look after itself! I needed sugar! Protein! Proper sustenance! At least a cup of decaffeinated coffee!” As Luna whumped forward in exhaustion, Celestia sighed. “Kibitz, has everything for the day been resolved?” “Of course, your Highness.” “Excellent. You’re dismissed.” As her aide went on his way, Celestia approached her sister. “Not quite as easy as you thought it would be, was it?” “No,” her sibling answered with a groan. “And I shall be having nightmares about those children noticing my forced smile.” Luna raised her head and asked, “Why must there be multiple meetings with the same delegation? Can you not have one meeting, and resolve all of their business at once? And maintaining a smile the entire day! How do you do it?” “Not easily.” Celestia wrapped a wing around her younger sibling and explained, “That’s another reason why I’m so glad that you’re back. I have someone that I can let my defenses down with, and not have to present a constant queenly mask.” The younger sibling glared, and the elder rolled her eyes at her gaffe. “You know what I meant.” “Still, one does not enjoy being reminded of how you looked after this nation for a thousand years whilst I was… unavailable.” “Not alone. And if it helps, Luna, I doubt I could do anything that you do nearly as well.” Her sister turned to her in surprise as Celestia elaborated, “You monitor the dream realm for threats and dangers. You help to keep all those things that go bump in the night at bay, which is much more difficult than dealing with the daylight terrors. And I think after everything you’ve dealt with today that you’ve earned a night off.” Luna sighed. “Perhaps the exhaustion will prevent those feared nightmares from coming.” She stood up and asked, “But why address the disputes? As I said, the courts can easily deal with such things.” “And they do, at least the vast majority. But there are some cases that I find the need to look into personally, otherwise we risk someone getting lost in the system and forgotten.” Celestia smiled. “And it helps me to feel like I’m doing something for the citizenry directly. I can’t enter a dream and soothe their spirits, after all.” The younger of the two allowed herself a grin. “No, but even I can’t do that whenever I please.” She then made her way to her chambers with an opossum riding upon her back and waving goodbye and promised, “I shall check in at breakfast. Good evening, Celie.” “Good evening, Luna. Rest well.” Celestia watched her sister go with a sigh. She’d gotten a day off, and now it was Luna’s turn to do the same. Experience taught her that it was always wise to get rest while you could, before things got exciting again. Which reminded her, she needed to check with the northern patrols. For all she knew, some brave yak had crossed the frontier seeking to renew ties with Equestria....
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Contemplating ChaosContemplating Chaos It was a warm late-summer day in Ponyville, a few odd clouds lazily drifting through the sky and a general sense of peace and ease present throughout the town. Nowhere was this more present than Fluttershy’s cottage, where birds happily chirped and one critter or another went about their business. The inside of the cottage was no exception. “Wait, so Twilight’s spell to get the vampire fruit bats to not go after Applejack’s harvest led to you turning into a vampire bat-pony?” Quiver Quill let out a low exhale and shook his head as he accepted a refill of his tea. “Wow. Even by Ponyville standards, that’s something.” “I know. Twilight’s still amazed it even happened in the first place.” Fluttershy refilled her own cup and continued, “She thinks it was due to very unique circumstances, including me having some thestrals in my family tree and my own innate magic, that led to it. I’m just glad everypony got me back to my senses.” “Same here, and that there weren’t any lingering effects.” At his host’s embarrassed smile, he ventured, “Fluttershy?” “Well, something did linger.” The pegasus opened her mouth and rubbed her tongue along one of two fangs along her upper jaw. “Whoa. And you’ve still got them?” Fluttershy giggled as she admitted, “I’ve considered having them removed, but they really aren’t hurting anything, so why get rid of them?” She smiled nervously and added, “Anyway, enough about me. Quiver…” A knock sounded at her door, and she called, “Oh! Come in!” The cottage door opened to reveal three familiar little fillies. “Hi Fluttershy!” Apple Bloom entered the cottage, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo following in her wake. “Howdy, Mister Quiver!” “Hey girls, and you don’t need to be that formal anymore.” As the trio joined them, Quiver asked, “What brings you three by?” “Actually, I think I was just about to get to that.” Fluttershy turned nervous as she asked, “Quiver, you’re aware that Applejack, Rarity and I will be visiting Manehattan this week, aren’t you?” At his nod, she continued, “Well, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle were invited along.” “Except I’m opting out,” the unicorn filly explained. “We were gearing up for our first meeting of the expanded Cutie Mark Crusaders here in Ponyville on Saturday, and given who all’s going to be there, it didn’t feel right to leave Scootaloo alone to manage everything.” Quiver nodded, all too aware of who was likely to be joining in on this particular gathering. “And I’m guessing this particular gathering is why I’ve been asked here?” “We were hoping you could come and help out.” Scootaloo winced. “Sorry to spring this on you on short notice.” The stallion shrugged. “I’ve been hit with worse on shorter notice than this. And I’m fine with helping out.” He sat up straight and proud as he added, “I’d be remiss in my duties as an honorary Cutie Mark Crusader if I didn’t lend a hoof to proceedings. What all do you need of me?” “Just some adult supervision startin’ round noon, no crazy adventures or whatever.” Apple Bloom laughed. “We’ve had our fill’a that kinda thing fer a while.” Quiver chuckled. “Likewise. Anyway, I’ll be there assuming nothing…” A rapping sounded at the door to the cottage, and it was slowly pried open to reveal a familiar feathered form. “Edgar?” The raven cawed and fluttered inside, then landed atop his caretaker’s head. “Trouble! Stream!” That got everypony’s attention, and the group emerged from the cottage, the two adults going first to investigate. They saw a vortex form in the stream, rapidly going faster and faster and looking like a miniature whirlpool until a large, serpentine form shot its way out of the water and gave out a jubilant cry. “Oh, I do love to make an entrance!” Everypony recognized the creature before them, and the three fillies charged forth to greet him as they cheered, “Discord!” “Hello, hello, Cutie Mark Crusaders!” Discord scooped up the trio in a welcoming hug. “Oh it feels like it’s been so long since I’ve seen the three of you!” Whereas the rest of his friends were thrilled at the newcomer’s presence, Quiver was another matter, while the raven perched upon his head shared his sentiments with an annoyed caw. “Well this is wonderful!” If she had any awareness of Quiver’s mood, Fluttershy ignored it as she approached her friend. “And a little unexpected. What brings you to Ponyville?” “Well, what’s the point of being me if I act in a way that’s expected?” He gently put the Crusaders down and moved in to hug Fluttershy. “Besides, do I really need an excuse to stop in and visit with my friends?” “Well, no.” Remembering her manners, the Pegasus continued, “Oh, speaking of, there’s somepony I’d like you to meet. This is Quiver Quill.” “Ah, the pony you’ve mentioned in your letters… Ack!” The draconequus gagged and recoiled dramatically at the sight before him. “Good heavens, she’s hideous! How absolutely…!” The false shock wore off, and he doubled back. “Oh wait, you’re a stallion, nevermind.” He then produced a business card and offered it. “Discord, Spirit of Chaos. At your service.” Quiver’s eyes were tabled and lacking in amusement at the sight before him. “Charmed.” He nonetheless accepted the business card. “Do excuse me, I need to be going.” He turned to his friends and politely smiled. “Fluttershy, Apple Bloom, if I don’t see you before you leave, I hope you enjoy your trip to Manehattan. Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, I’ll see you on Saturday.” Quiver went on his way, and Discord huffed. “Well, that was rude.” “That joke was kinda mean, though.” The draconequus scoffed at Scootaloo’s remark. “Oh pish-posh, if he can’t take that sort of joke, then that’s his fault. Anyway, let’s sit down and have some tea, and you can tell me all about this trip to Manehattan and whatever it is that’s going on come Saturday.” “Of course, come on inside.” Fluttershy ushered her friend and the Crusaders back inside, and discussion soon turned to events to come.- Quiver smiled contentedly as he idly pecked away at his typewriter, glad for the chance to get some quality time done with his writing. He had precious little of it, between work and his assorted bits of fun and entertainment around town, but what little he got felt worth it as his creative juices flowed. With a few choice taps, his work was done, and he pulled the paper free from his typewriter to examine his work. He then frowned. “Edgar, take a look at this.” The raven fluttered onto his head as the stallion asked, “Does that flow right to you?” Edgar tilted his head, then cawed, “Reads neutral.” “You’re right. I should adjust my word choice in a few places, make it more interesting.”“Need this?” “Thanks.” Quiver absentmindedly reached for the offered thesaurus before scowling at the one who offered it. “I don’t remember inviting you in.” Discord grinned. “Well, you did accept my card.” The draconequus then flashed away from the stallion’s side and onto his sofa, one leg crossed over another as he regarded the stallion. “Besides, we really didn’t get a chance to chat earlier. Fluttershy’s mentioned you in her letters from time to time, and I can’t help but be a little curious about Ponyville’s new writer in residence.” Quiver did his best to ignore his unwanted houseguest as he went through his book. “Good for you.” “Especially considering you can’t really call yourself a writer, can you?” Discord had decided to recline on the sofa as he continued, “I mean yes, you write, but are you published? Are you making any money off of it? I haven’t seen anything of yours in books or magazines or whatever. You’ve spent most of your time since you arrived here in Ponyville following Fluttershy and Twilight and the rest of the important ponies about, or doing things other than writing.” “Things happen. Life happens.” Having realized where this was going, Quiver folded his paper and used it as an impromptu bookmark in his thesaurus before turning his attention towards his newest distraction. “You know, if I wanted to have someone criticize me over my life choices, there are other candidates.” “Ah, but I doubt any of them would be nearly as entertaining as yours truly.” Discord oozed off his perch and took up position beside Quiver once more and noted, “Besides, I couldn’t help but note a bit of hostility earlier.” “You’re an unrepentant, mean-spirited prankster with a cruel sense of humor. The last time you were in town, I got chased around by a hat for a half-hour, and today, you just invited yourself into my home without even so much as a knock on the door.” “And yet, we have so much in common!” Discord produced the scarf that Quiver had received only a few weeks earlier, and made a point of emphasizing the emblem upon it. “We are, after all, both honorary Cutie Mark Crusaders.” “Yes, they’ve mentioned something about that.” Quiver scowled as he realized the implications of that statement. “I guess this means that you’ll be joining us for our little get-together this weekend.” “Well obviously. After all, it would be rude of me to simply not bother to take part, and besides, it might well be fun. If a little crowded.” Quiver had tried his best not to focus too much on that little detail, as the Crusaders had grown in number over the last few weeks. While they hadn’t had a dramatic increase, the group’s membership had nonetheless tripled, with most of the new members already having cutie marks of their own. While most of the foals tended to be rather well-behaved, he was a little anxious about having to ride herd on a bunch of school-age children, particularly given the fact that two of the new members had something of a history. And having Discord along for the ride was not promising. Still, he was a stallion who did at least try to keep his promises. “Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo are surprisingly organized, though, and they aren’t expecting me to do any of the heavy lifting.” Quiver kept an even tone. “And hey, I know how to roll with the punches, so to speak.” Now Discord scowled, but before he could get another word out, the front door opened. “Hope you’re up for something different, Quiver. I caught sight of something at…” The unicorn looked up at the draconequus and scowled. “What are you doing here?” “Merely getting to know one of Ponyville’s colorful new residents. Speaking of.” Discord snaked over to the mare and pulled out a measuring tape before going over her dimensions. “Just as I thought. Sour Sweet, Twilight’s not-so-secret new bodyguard. A little surprising that Celestia chose you for the job, but then again, it’s a little surprising that it took her this long to get Twilight a security detail, given all the shenanigans she gets up to.” He stretched out the tape, and it rolled up into his eagle talon before vanishing in a flash. “Anyway, I have places to be.” He raised one mismatched appendage to his right eye in a sort of salute and said before vanishing, “Be seeing you.” Edgar cawed as Discord vanished. “Jerk!” “You said it.” Sour closed the door behind her. “I guess we’ve caught his attention now.” “Guess we have. Rough day?” “Not really.” She gave a half-grin. “Wanna fight?”- Quiver groaned as he found himself slammed against the earth, certain that he was going to feel that in the morning. A hoof was offered, and he accepted it. “Please tell me that I’m at least getting better.” “You are.” Sour helped him back to his hooves. “You shouldn’t expect to be able to out-fight me with just a few lessons, though. I’ve been training in this for years, after all.” “I’m not, for exactly that reason.” Quiver rolled one shoulder to help work out the soreness, and then another. “Ten thousand hours and all that. I’ve had, what, five? Maybe six? And getting some fighting lessons headbutted into me only worked with a different sort of anatomy.” “Well, we both knew that going in.” The mare frowned as she regarded her cousin. “I’m guessing Discord’s visit is still bugging you.” The stallion laughed. “Jarring transition there, Sour.” He sat down and admitted, “But yeah, it is. Putting aside him just barging in like that, well, what he said kinda got to me.” Sour frowned. “You know that what the whole point, right? He did all that to get your goat.” “Doesn’t change the fact that he has a point.” He sighed. “I’m spinning my wheels, Sour. Running in circles. I mean yeah, my life’s better since I moved here to Ponyville, especially since you moved in and I reunited with Runnie, but still…” Quiver looked to his cutie mark and explained, “Awful hard to call yourself a writer when you don’t really write, do you?” “You write.” “I don’t publish. Don’t make a living off of it.” Sour rolled her eyes. “Now you’re sounding like your father.” She sat down and laid a hoof on his shoulder. “Quiver, you know Discord’s a plothole, right?” Quiver cringed. “Don’t let Fluttershy hear you say things like that.” “Let me worry about what Fluttershy thinks about my opinions. That’s my problem.” Her expression was firm as she continued, “In any case, Discord is an immature brat with too much power and no sense of responsibility. Give a foal power like his, any foal, and they’d act the exact same way as him. That he’s willing to play nice with Fluttershy and the Crusaders shows that he has at least a little decency in him, but that doesn’t change what he’s done or who he is. So screw him.” Her expression softened as she added, “And don’t let him get to you.” “I’ll do my best, but I’m still going to have to deal with him this weekend.” “And that’s a problem for this weekend. Tonight, dinner and a shower. Tomorrow and Friday, you work your day job. And Saturday, you play chaperone to a rowdy, immature brat with the help of the Cutie Mark Crusaders.” Quiver laughed. “Knowing my luck, that’s exactly what’ll happen.” The two stood back up. “Thanks, Sour.” “Hey, we gotta look out for each other, right?” The two went back into their home, and Quiver found himself hoping for a good meal and a reasonably decent time at work over the next few days. - Amazing Booksellers was, as always, a busy place to work. Quiver was used to that, and had long gotten accustomed to the daily routine. Come in, clock in, work until the morning break, work again until the half-hour lunch, work some more until the mid-afternoon break, and then work until the end of his shift and go home. Ten hours a day, four days a week, assuming overtime hadn’t been called. The work he could deal with. “Quiver! Hey, Qui-VERRRR!” His coworkers were often another matter. “Yes?” Leading Rose approached with his usual lazy-looking half-smile, half-leer. “Nuthin’.” The expression seemed to widen as he remarked, “So, that mare you’re livin’ with. Sour Sweet.” He leaned in. “She’s hot.” “You’re not her type.” That didn’t seem to dissuade the pudgy stallion in the slightest. “You sure about that?” Quiver restrained himself as the bell sounded to start the afternoon shift. Bright Star and an unfamiliar mare stood before him and his gathered coworkers. “Afternoon everypony. We’ve had a good morning so far, and productivity is moving at a great pace. Keep at it, and we’ll finish the day strong.” Bright Star then gestured to the new mare and said, “Before we get started, we have a couple announcements. First, this is Dew Grass. She’ll be partnering with me supervising shifts here for the next few weeks, and filling in when I’m out.” Dew Grass gave an enthusiastic wave and shouted cheerfully, “Glad to meet y’all! Let’s make that money!” Quiver frowned. Despite a firm awareness that money was needed to get by, he didn’t think that its pursuit was the most important thing for a pony to follow. “Second, we have sign-up sheets up for cross-training for different departments. If you’re interested in volunteering, please sign them.” Bright Star then stomped a hoof and called, “Alright everypony, let’s get to work!” Duly dismissed to his duties, Quiver went off to find a scanner and cart, with Leading Rose following close. “So you gonna sign up for cross-training? Replenishin’s always good.” “I’m good where I am, thanks. Please excuse me.” Quiver took a deep breath, then went on his way to get to work. With any luck, things would go smoothly, and… “AGH!” Too fast for him to react, Quiver found himself buried under a small avalanche of bouncy balls. They were lightweight, made of thin rubber and not likely to cause severe injury, but still, the combination of surprise and the large number was more than irritating. He pulled himself out of the pile and looked up to notice that they had fallen from a higher floor, and he grumbled and tossed what balls he could into a waiting tote intended for lost items for later restoration to their proper places. So much for things going smoothly.- “And the rest of the day pretty much went like that. Made rate, at least, but still.” Quiver huffed as he prodded at his meal. “I have to wonder why so many ponies seem to think that money is the most important motivator.” “Well, in their defense, having money does make your life easier, if only a little.” Sour gestured around them and noted, “Gotta pay the rent, y’know.” Her cousin nodded, and she opted to gently shift the subject. “So that coworker of yours…” “Leading Rose. Trust me, he’s not your type.” Sour quirked an eyebrow. “And you know what my type is since when?” “I don’t, but I’m pretty sure your type isn’t obnoxious, pudgy and smarmy.” The mare couldn’t help but agree. “Maker knows I had to deal with enough of those folks when I was younger. Now at least I can beat them up if they don’t get the message.” “Just hope that you don’t meet him personally. And that he isn’t into that kind of thing.” At his cousin’s alarmed look, he added, “Hey, he might be. Some ponies are sick like that.” Sour grimaced. “Sadly true, but let’s not elaborate on that, shall we? I don’t want to lose my appetite.” “Me either.” - The rest of his work week, unfortunately, went by with little difference for Quiver, though he had the small comfort of it being a short one. Saturday, consequently, came very quickly, and Quiver soon found himself on his way to Sweet Apple Acres and the Crusader Clubhouse, where the newly-expanded Crusaders were gathering. There was some brief surprise, however, as he realized the group was gathered outside of the clubhouse, rather than within it. Then again, when your group triples in number and one of the honorary members is simply too big to fit, perhaps meeting outside of the clubhouse is a better idea than meeting inside of it. “Mister Quiver!” The stallion smiled as the gathered group noticed him approach, two fillies in particular looking very pleased to see him. “You made it!” “I’d be remiss in my duties as an honorary Crusader if I wasn’t here, wouldn’t I?” Sweetie Belle gave him an appreciative grin, and he surveyed the gathered group of foals. “Everypony here?” “I think we’re thtill waiting on a couple thragglerth.” Twist stood with the three other new recruits, and was seemingly the least nervous about being present. “I hope they’re okay.” “Wouldn’t surprise me if they didn’t show up.” At the harsh looks thrown his way, Rumble elaborated, “What? They might still be grounded.” “Or… we could… just…” Quiver turned to see a pair of familiar fillies pulling a cart loaded down with a chest towards the clubhouse, then moved to assist them by gently taking up their slack. “Whew. Thank you, Mister Quiver.” Diamond Tiara panted with exhaustion as she recovered. “Sorry everypony. I’m kinda getting used to carrying my own weight, so to speak.” “Same here.” Silver Spoon wiped some sweat from her brow before Scootaloo brought over bottles of water for the pair. “Thanks.” The two fillies carried themselves much differently than they had when Quiver had first met them, much to his delight and the relief of their classmates. Diamond Tiara had continued her good behavior, and even now continued to present herself as less haughty than before. Her former trademark tiara still not having been replaced only seemed to help. Silver Spoon, while she didn’t have nearly as far to go, nonetheless was trying to show herself as less of an elitist at least for this occasion, her normal pearl necklace replaced with a much less ostentatious bandanna about her neck. “So what’s all this then?” The tiniest foal amongst them eyed the chest. “It’s a surprise, for when we’re all here.” Diamond took a worried look around as she asked in a slightly hopeful tone, “Unless, someone decided not to come…?” “Oh, I wouldn’t miss this for the world!” In a dramatic flash of light, Discord appeared and shouted, “Salutations, Cutie Mark Crusaders new and old!” His appearance was met with fewer cheers than expected, and he frowned at the assorted newcomers. He then slithered next to the one remaining colt and whispered in his ear, “Those things rot your brains, you know.” Button Mash barely noticed as he continued to fiddle with his Joy Boy. “Uh-huh, almost done.” The draconequus rolled his eyes and snapped his talons. The screen on the small gaming device flashed, and a cheery tune played as the colt’s eyes grew wide. “High score! Awe-SAIEEE!” The Joy Boy flew from Button’s hooves, only to be caught in Sweetie Belle’s magic before Discord turned everyone’s attention back to the chest. “Now then, if we’re all done being distracted, I’d like to see what Diamond Tiara has brought along in an attempt to bribe everyone into being her friend this time.” “It’s not a bribe. It’s an apology.” The young filly opened the chest to reveal a number of Crusader capes, then pulled one out to demonstrate. “I commissioned Rarity to make new capes for all of the Crusdaders, not just the new ones. Instead of tying these around your neck, they have these little breakaway clasps that you can hook on and off.” She passed the first one off to an impressed Scootaloo, then turned apologetic. “They’re probably a little big for Pipsqueak, though, so I commissioned an alternative for him.” She then produced something else marked with the Crusader emblem. “It’s a scarf, like the one Mister Quiver has.” “Aw, brilliant!” The piebald colt accepted it gleefully, then wrapped it about his neck. “Thank you!” Discord gagged until another scarf was produced from the chest. “For me?” At Diamond’s timid nod, he accepted it, then tied it about his neck as one would an ascot. “Well, how thoughtful of you, but don’t expect this to just magically make up for all the trouble you’ve caused.” Quiver scowled, then gestured to the two senior Crusaders. “Sweetie Belle, how about you take Diamond Tiara into the Clubhouse for a minute? Scootaloo, how about you take the rest of the Crusaders aside, let them know what the itinerary is?” He then turned to Discord. “You. With me. Now.” The draconequus raised an eyebrow, then smirked.- Sweetie Belle was very swift with her instructions, and she soon got Diamond Tiara into the Clubhouse. The latter filly let out a deep breath in relief as the door closed behind them. “Thanks.” “I think Mister Quiver deserves more than I do. This was his idea.” “Still, thanks.” She glanced around the inside of the Clubhouse. “You guys really haven’t redecorated in here, have you? I mean, not that it needs redecorating, I’m just…” “It’s okay, I know what you meant.” The unicorn filly turned sad as she realized, “What Discord said got to you, didn’t it?” The other filly nodded. “I know that I’ve done a lot of bad stuff to you and your friends, and I’m trying to make up for it, I really am.” “Of course! And you’re doing great!” Sweetie Belle gently hugged the mare and assured her, “Apple Bloom would tell you the same thing if she were here!” That prompted a smile. “Thanks, but…” A mirthless laugh escaped her lips. “Do you remember when Discord first got loose, and made his way to Ponyville?” That gave the filly pause, and she admitted, “Not really. It was all kinda hazy, like I slept through it or something.” “Well, I didn’t.” She ran a hoof through her mane where her tiara had been and explained, “I was out shopping with some of the housestaff and…her…when Discord came to town. He enchanted some of the stuff she was going to buy, used it to create more chaos, and, well…she didn’t take it well, and started telling him off.” Sweetie Belle suddenly found herself with very conflicted feelings about a clash between Discord and Spoiled Milk. “What happened?” “He pulled her up with his magic, said something about how if she was going to object to his fun that she needed to lighten up, and then put this hat on her. Like the one Button Mash always wears. Next thing that happens, her eyes go weird, her coat and mane change colors, her cutie mark changes, and she’s floating around town until it’s all done.” Diamond shook suddenly, then admitted, “I can get you giving me a chance after giving him a chance, but…why give him a chance at all?” “Well, he did try to help us find our cutie marks, which is more than most ponies did.” Sweetie Belle mulled things over and realized aloud, “Still, I think I get where you’re coming from. That’s probably what Mister Quiver…” A loud smack sounded from outside, and the clear sounds of a fight soon started. “What the…?!” Diamond Tiara suddenly went pale. “Oh no…”- Quiver had barely moved just to the edge of earshot of the Crusaders when he rounded on Discord. “Where do you get off?” “I beg your pardon?” “You know what I’m talking about! Those jabs at Diamond Tiara! Who gave you the right to give her grief?” Discord rolled his eyes. “And I’m supposed to genuinely believe that she’s turned over a new leaf? You’re new here, so I’ll forgive you for not being aware of a few details, but that little brat’s been nothing but a burr in the Crusaders’ saddle for as long as I’ve known them.” “Oh, I’m well aware that she bullied them. I’m also well aware that she’s doing her damnedest to not be that sort of pony anymore, and having guilt slathered onto her at every possible opportunity isn’t going to do her any favors. And that’s ignoring how hypocritical you’re being.” The draconequus glowered at the stallion. “I don’t think that I like your tone.” Quiver glowered right back. “And I certainly don’t like you. Like I said, unrepentant, mean-spirited, cruel, and hypocritical.” Discord stared at the stallion before him, then sneered. “You know, I have a very hard time understanding why Fluttershy or anypony else would consider you to be a friend. I can only assume that it’s pity, given how you’ve grown up.” He conjured up a recording of Quiver bawling his eyes out and mockingly continued, “Oh woe is me! My daddy doesn’t love me and I was bullied all the way through school!” The recording vanished. “How pathetic.” “At least I’m not an immature brat like you.” The stony expression on Quiver’s face stayed constant even as Discord’s full attention shot back onto him. “It’s a miracle that anypony’s willing to give you even a sliver of a chance. I’ve read about you, about the havoc you caused and the chaos you created. About how you were imprisoned, locked away in stone for a thousand years. Awake. Aware. Totally cognizant of the outside world, and unable to influence it.” A snort. “Don’t tell me you think I didn’t deserve it.” “No, but you sure as rut didn’t learn from it. Say what you like about my old stallion, but the first time he punished me over something was the last time he punished me over it. Fear and the assurance that I would get what was coming to me kept me in line, every time. You, though? When you got freed from your prison, what did you do? Did you learn from your experiences, resolve to do what was obvious to avoid repeating them? No. You did everything you could to go back to having your fun, and woe be unto anyone or anything that got in your way. You twisted the landscape according to your mad whims, you played cruel pranks on hapless ponies, you…” Quiver growled a pause. “To Tartarus with delicacy, you mind-raped Twilight’s friends and broke her spirit, all so you could keep having your jollies. Even getting locked in stone again didn’t teach you anything. Anypony ever tell you what the definition of insanity is? Because you’ve certainly demonstrated it.” Fury soon found itself on Discord’s face as he glared right into the stallion’s eyes. “I’d be careful about my next words if I were you. There’s no telling what I might do.” “Other than prove my point? You might call Fluttershy and the original three Crusaders your friends, but the rest of us? We’re little more than toys to you, and…” Discord’s talon struck fast as a cobra as he poked Quiver right above the eyes. The stallion staggered back and shook his head as Discord laughed. “Toys, eh? Well, let’s see how much you enjoy being played…with…?” Quiver recovered, seemingly unaffected by whatever Discord had done, and locked his eyes back on the draconequus. “What…was that?” Something was off, and Discord could tell. He leaned forward and said, “That was supposed to render you a gibbering idiot! You would’ve envied your brother in a state like…!” Quiver’s hoof striking his jaws came as a complete surprise. Discord’s head spun about like a top, and his neck twisted in a comical manner that the stallion had long been accustomed to seeing with Pinkie Pie until it snapped back. The draconequus then shook his head in surprise and declared, “You hit me! Twilight never hit… wait a minute, that –!” He failed to finish his statement before Quiver jumped from the ground with a roar and tackled him to the ground. Discord’s head was soon held tight by the stallion’s hoof and then repeatedly banged hard into the earth, each collision causing his eyes to bulge from their sockets like some squeeze-toy and his body to shift in color. Discord tried to defend himself, but as he raised a limb to snap his digits and turn the fight in his favor, Quiver bit down on the limb and popped it off his body with all the ease of a lizard losing its tail. The offending limb was then pinned down, digits splayed out beneath the stallion’s rear hoof as Quiver continued his attack. Even as this went on, the pair were watched by Scootaloo and the gathered junior Crusaders with amazement and more than a little fright. They stood uncertain of what to do as Sweetie Belle and Diamond Tiara returned. “What the heck’s going on?!” “Mister Quiver is fighting with Discord!” Pipsqueak reported. “And I think he’s winning!” The question that immediately crossed both fillies’ minds was ‘for how long’, and the two senior Crusaders immediately stepped in. “Mister Quiver, stop! That’s enough!” It took a second for Quiver to register Scootaloo’s words, but that was enough for Discord to ooze out from under him and pull himself together. “Oh, what fortuitous timing! Thank you, both of you! Clearly this is all the proof that’s necessary to show that one of us needs to go, and quickly!” “Yeah, and it’s not him.” That caught the draconequus off guard as he turned in surprise to the gathered foals. Despite having seen the grown stallion attack him, they were gathering around him, Diamond Tiara even sticking close to Quiver as Sweetie Belle stepped forward. “Leave, Discord. Please.” Discord frowned. “And here I thought you all knew how to have fun.” He then snapped his talons and vanished. Quiver exhaled as Diamond Tiara looked up at him with concern. “Are you okay?” “I think so.” His gaze swept over the gathered foals. “I’m sorry that all of you saw that. Something tells me that Fluttershy’s going to read me the riot act once she gets back.” “Maybe, but Discord kinda had it coming, the way he was acting.” Rumble stepped forward and added, “What he was doing? That wasn’t cool.” “And maybe we’ve done enough for the day.” Scootaloo raised a hoof. “All in favor of going home?” The raised hooves made it unanimous. - “Ah don’t know about the rest a’ y’all, but Ah’m glad to be gettin’ home.” Applejack slouched with exhaustion in her bench on the train, her hat slightly askew and her baby sister snoozing at her side. “That little trip to Manehattan was way more eventful than Ah’d’ve liked.” “I agree, but it wasn’t all that terrible.” Fluttershy was in a similar state, but maintained a pleasant smile. “After all, you and Rarity have made peace with Trixie.” “Well, circumstances like those we shared do make holding onto grudges rather difficult.” Rarity, in comparison to her friends, barely had a visible trace of any exhaustion. “And if Rainbow Dash can make peace with her, well, how would we look if we didn’t?” “An’ that talkin’ to Twilight gave us a while back certainly didn’t hurt.” The train was beginning to slow, and Applejack gently nudged her sister. “Apple Bloom, time to wake up. We’re almost back in Ponyville.” The filly barely moved and mumbled, “Jus’ five more minutes…” The three mares laughed as the train came to a halt, and Rarity took a moment to help Applejack sling the latter’s sister onto her back. They collected their luggage and stepped onto the platform, only to soon find themselves with a welcoming committee. “Rarity!” Sweetie Belle all but tackled her sister in greeting, and received a resigned but happy hug in return. “Welcome back! How was Manehattan?” “Quite an adventure, dear, one that I’ll tell you about once I get home and unpack.” “An’ have yourself a spa visit?” The elegant unicorn flashed a smile that made clear Applejack’s guess wasn’t far off before her attention turned to the rest of their friends. “I hope nothing too exciting happened while we were away.” The two conscious Crusaders gave one another nervous looks as Rainbow Dash scowled. “Yeah, we’re gonna have to disappoint you.” The prismatic pegasus eyed Fluttershy as she added, “And you’re really not going to like this.”- The house was quiet. Not the normal sort of peaceful quiet, however, but the sort of quiet that spoke of unhappy moods. Sour knew that sort of quiet all too well, despite having barely interacted with her cousin growing up. Quiver was down, so down that he lacked the energy to do anything beyond normal daily necessities. It was a dour mood that he would argue was akin to a prisoner on death row awaiting his execution. Sour wasn’t inclined to be so dramatic, but she could understand him dreading the inevitable. He’d long been accustomed to getting lashed upon, so on some level, he expected the worst over the smallest slights. The only saving grace was that he tended to face it with as much dignity as he could, but little else. Were she in his position, however, she would do what any sane individual would and fight like Tartarus. That she knew he was able to do the same was galling, but for now, there was little she could do. A knock sounded at the door, and Sour moved to answer it. The pony she found on the other side did little to please her. “Fluttershy?” The yellow pegasus looked as though she was attempting to psyche herself up for something even as she kept eye contact with the mare before her. “Hello, Sour. May I come in?” The unicorn nodded, and gestured for her guest to enter. “Just got back from Manehatten, I take it.” “Yes.” Fluttershy was without any sort of luggage or personal belongings, but Sour could think of several explanations for that. “Rainbow Dash met us at the station with Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, and they told me about what happened between Quiver and Discord. I need to talk with him.” Sour scowled. “Why am I not surprised.” Fluttershy’s response was both hurt and defensive. “Excuse me?” “I had a feeling that something like this was coming.” Sour turned and locked eyes on the mare before her. “Maybe I’m jumping to conclusions, but I’m a little worried that you’re about to try and defend Discord’s actions.” What hesitation Fluttershy had vanished in an instant. “What Quiver did to him wasn’t right.” “Oh, and what Discord did to him was?” The soldier was clearly working to keep her composure as she recounted, “When I was assigned to bodyguard Princess Twilight, I was given dossiers on everypony that was in her orbit as well as everyone that I might encounter as part of my duties, along with very detailed notes about critical events regarding those individuals. One such event was when Discord was freed from stone shortly before Princess Twilight’s ascension, and frankly, I’m not happy about what I read.” “Discord fixed the damage he caused.” “He hexed some beavers into flooding Sweet Apple Acres, and then made you promise never to use your Element of Harmony against him in order to undo the damage! And after he got that, snap! He froze the flood waters!” “And he valued his friendship with me enough to…!” “If he valued his friendship with you at all, he’d have undone the damage before it had even gotten that bad in the first place! No strings attached! Instead, he offered a deal, you fulfilled your end, and he didn’t! If he wouldn’t follow his end, why should you have followed yours?! Principles? The moral high ground? Oh yes, the Spirit of Chaos can go back to turning Equestria into his personal playground, but that’s fine because the bearer of the Element of Kindness and the world’s biggest doormat showed that she was good and noble and just! I feel so thrilled to know that bleeding hearts like you are keeping us safe!” “Now wait just a minute…!” “Oh spare me! The more you talk, the more you sound like a victim trying to defend their abuser! And trust me, I know exactly what that sounds like! Yeah, sure, fine, he put everything back to normal eventually, but that doesn’t change the fact that you were willing to let him win! Frankly, it doesn’t make a damn bit of sense that he’d even be willing to change his ways, given how he acted the last time he broke free, and the horseshit he’s pulled since has shown he hasn’t changed all that much!” “That’s not true!” “He warped your brain! He warped your friends’ brains! He kicked Twilight while she was down and celebrated his victory! And since he’s broken loose, he’s twisted reality like taffy trying to get the Cutie Mark Crusaders their cutie marks, you’ve had to deal with plundervines that he couldn’t bother to clean up, and then he faked being sick and caused all sorts of trouble in the bargain! And now, he tried to sabotage Quiver’s relationship with the Crusaders just to hog their attention, and tried to warp his brain in the bargain! And never once has he shown any sort of remorse!” One hoof was raised to emphasize her point as Sour continued, “Here’s something that I think a pony like you should consider – kindness to the unrepentant is cruelty to their victims! And last I checked…!” “Sour.” Both mares turned to see Quiver standing off to the side. “I think that I can speak for myself, thanks.” The unicorn gave a small nod, then turned back to Fluttershy and gestured with one hoof to make clear that she’d keep an eye on the pegasus before stepping out of the room. Satisfied that his cousin was out of earshot, Quiver turned to his guest. “Obviously you’ve heard about what happened with Discord.” “Yes, I have. And I’m disappointed.” “I’m not proud of what I did, Fluttershy, but I’m not ashamed of it either.” “Actually, I’m disappointed in both of you. Discord for acting the way he did, and you for taking his bait.” Fluttershy stepped forward and admitted, “I’m not going to apologize for his actions. That’s something that he should do, after all. And it might be too much to ask for you to apologize for what you did in response.” She then noticed the grim, uncertain look on her friend’s face and asked, “Quiver?” The stallion sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m just trying to think of a way to say this that won’t result in a shouting match, or me losing you as a friend.” Fluttershy gently draped a wing over his shoulder. “I’m a big mare, Quiver. I can take it.” He then sat down. “Has he ever apologized for anything he’s done? Ever shown guilt, acknowledged his wrongdoing and attempted to do better? I mean, it’s hard for me to reconcile him befriending you with everything else that he’s done. He could have run for the hills, gone to the opposite corner of the cosmos when he stopped being taken for granite, but instead, he goes back to wreaking havoc and hurting ponies. He manipulated and twisted your friends into the exact opposite of the elements they represent, he reduced Twilight to a broken wreck in a way that would make the cruelest monster proud, he… he mind-raped you. And you being willing to give him a chance, let alone befriend him...” He raised a hoof. “I know that friendship shouldn’t be denied to others. I know that everypony deserves a chance to be better, to be shown another way. But…” “But why do all that for someone like him?” Quiver looked into her eyes as Fluttershy explained, “I know that there are beings out there who are terrible, and cruel, and mean. I’ve met a few. But do I have the right to just act like there’s no hope for somepony like Discord, when I know I can help him to be the best possible version of himself?” “And how do you know he does want to be the best possible version of himself? Or that your idea of the best possible version of himself and his are the same thing?” “I don’t. But that doesn’t mean I should just give up on him. He can be better. And I have faith that he will.” Shame then appeared on her face as she admitted, “Besides, I don’t need Discord to act like a cruel monster to my friends. Sometimes, I can do that all by myself.” At Quiver’s alarmed expression, Fluttershy explained, “I once took some assertiveness training, and I took it too far. The way I acted then, it wasn’t much different from how I acted under Discord’s influence. How can I be hard on him over making me act in a way that I already could, all on my own?” “You still felt bad about it.” “Yes, and keeping that in mind is something that helps me to be a better pony.” She turned a little embarrassed as she admitted, “And as much as I hate to say it, I think he probably needed what happened to him after meeting you. What he went through, hopefully, might help him to be better too. I just hope that it doesn’t happen again.” Quiver managed a weak smile. “I hope it doesn’t either. I still feel like he was treating me with kid gloves.” He relaxed slightly. “And I’m really glad we aren’t having a shouting match.” Fluttershy took him into a hug. “Me too. Neither of us like things like that.” She then smiled reassuringly. “But I think our friendship can survive a disagreement or two.” “Good. Not that I want to have them in the first place, but you know me. Always afraid that I’ll say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing, get someone mad at me, all that.” Now more genuinely relaxed, he opted to change the subject. “So, how was the trip to Manehatten?” Fluttershy laughed. “Oh, that’s a very long story…”- “How did he do it?” Discord was not normally one for pacing about in his residence in the Chaos Realm. Normally, he was the one who caused others to pace about, and he didn’t enjoy the shoe being on the other foot. Still, the situation that he found himself in was amazingly vexing. Quiver had hurt him. Hurt him. A mere, simple earth pony, fueled by nothing but rage, had hurt him. Not to mention his not being at all effected by his mind-warping magic. Nevermind the tongue-lashing that he’d received from that one little filly, this was far more important. “There has to be an explanation.” With a snap from his paw, Discord conjured up charts and graphs. “Some reason for this.” Another snap from his talon, and further charts appeared. “Some random pony shouldn’t just be able to shrug off my magic! Even Fluttershy couldn’t do that! And he certainly shouldn’t be able to beat me around like a rag doll! I’m Discord! Spirit of Chaos! Reality is putty in my hands! I’ve warped ponies’ bodies and minds and…” A lightbulb flashed into existence above his head, and Discord promptly clicked it off as he grabbed three charts. “Of course. They always come in threes. He’s not an Observer, and he’s nothing like Pinkie Pie… he’s somewhere in between.” He tossed the charts away. “And this was my own fault. Poopy.” Despite his annoyance, however, Discord couldn’t help but grin a little. If Quiver could throw him for a loop, well, who knows what that stallion could do under the right circumstances? “Oh, this could be fun.” That was for later, however. Right now, he had other things to do. - Fluttershy sighed contentedly as she finished putting away the last of her luggage and souvenirs from Manehatten. It had been far too eventful a trip for her taste, even if it had all ended well enough. Maker only knew how Twilight would react to hearing about their adventure with Trixie. A knock sounded at her door and distracted her from her thoughts. “Come in!” A flash of light, and Discord appeared before her. “Fluttershy, how are you? I heard that you’d gotten home from Manehatten, and I just had to hear all about your trip!” He quickly noticed the saddened expression on her face. “Oh. Was it that terrible?” “No, no, the trip went well enough. It’s just…” The draconequus rolled his eyes. “Oh, of course, you’ve already heard about what happened while you were away.” “Yes, I have. And I’ve spoken with Quiver about the incident.” “Ah, good. In that case, you know full well what he did and…” “Do you regret it, Discord?” The question caught him completely off-guard. “Excuse me?” “Do you regret it? Any of the bad things that you’ve done? Upending ponies’ lives, messing with their minds, twisting the world around them?” Discord stared at her for a moment. “What sort of a question is that?” “The sort of question that I’d ask any of my friends if they did something bad, and expected everyone to simply forgive them for it.” Fluttershy stepped forward. “I’ve forgiven you, but that’s mostly because I know that I had it in me to do what I did under your influence all on my own without your help.” “And Applejack doesn’t have it in her to lie? Rarity to be greedy? Rainbow Dash to be selfish or…?” “I’m not saying that they don’t. Nopony is without their flaws or their failings, but acknowledging those faults and failings is the first step towards being better. And the actions you took weren’t done to point out those faults or try to help them to be better ponies, but done so that you could continue to enjoy yourself at the expense of others. You did it to hurt them. And I have to ask again… do you regret it?” Discord stared at her in silence, then closed his eyes and vanished in a flash of light. Fluttershy sighed sadly, and hoped that she had at least given him something to think about. Doing this had hurt, but much like with the Breezies, it needed to be done. With any luck, something good would come from it. At least, that was her hope....
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