The Crowded Library

by SuperGiantRobot

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Random, Main 6
Length: 3613

A collection of my stories from Thirty Minute Pony Stories,

A collection of my stories from Thirty Minute Pony Stories.
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That's all.
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Published 2013-12-19 04:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-04-29 21:52:09 UTC

HUGS!

I hugged both Pound and Pumpkin, I hugged Cup and Carrot, too

Then I headed out the door, for I had so much to do

I went to the schoolyard and I hugged Miss Cheerilee

And the foals all caught me by surprise, for they gave hugs to me!

I hugged Mayor Ivory Scroll and the members of her staff

All of them gave me a grin, one or two even laughed

I gave a hug to Macintosh, or at least I tried my best

But he was to big to fit in my hooves, so I just bumped his chest

I hugged Lyra Heartstrings and her companion, sweet Bon Bon

They thanked me for the gift I gave, then I continued on

I tried to hug ol’ Cranky, but he just shook his head

So I asked his sweetheart Matilda to give him a hug instead

I hugged Twilight and I hugged ‘Dash and I hugged Fluttershy

I hugged Applejack and Rarity and they hugged me, Pinkie Pie

Yes, I went through all of Ponyville, gave hugs to one and all

To every pony that I met, ponies both large and small

I gave a hug to everyone, ‘cause it was a holiday

One that I had just created: 'International Hugging Day'!

I like hugging all my friends, it’s just oodles of fun,

And if you pay a visit, I’ll be sure to give you one!

The Start of a New Day

   The alarm gently rang and I reached a hoof over to silence it.

   "Puddin’…" I whispered to the lightly sighing mare beside me, "It’s time to get up…"

   She mumbled slightly and rolled over. I smiled - my wife sometimes needed a bit of persuasion to wake up. I leaned forward and nibbled the back of her neck in that way she likes and was rewarded with a quiet moan followed by a chuckle. She rolled back again and gave me a nuzzle. “You always know how to wake a girl up, gingersnap.”

   "What can I say? I've had years of practice, " I replied as she sits up and stretches. The sunlight through the curtain shines on her just the right way as her back arches.

   Celestia's sun, Cup even stretches beautifully.

   She blinks the sleep from her eyes as I leave our bedroom to go check on the twins. I hear them giggling, followed by a third giggle punctuated with a small snort.

   Pinkie’s on the job, I see.

   I don’t know how she does it but she always seems to be up and there to greet them a few seconds before they wake up. Pound and Pumpkin absolutely adore her, and waking up to her bright smile brings smiles to their faces in turn. I stepped into their room and Pinkie broke off from playing with the twins. Pound and Pumpkin’s eyes lit up and they greeted me with gurgles as they crawled over to me and hugged my forelegs, followed by a hug from Pinkie.

   "Foals present and accounted for, sir! Pumpkin went boom-boom, but has been cleaned, powdered and re-diapered sir! ” She gave her morning report with a serious look on her face and a salute, which she held for about three seconds before dissolving into giggles.

   "Keep up the good work, Captain Pie," I replied with a grin and a shake of my head. "You’re doing us proud!"

   I headed to the bathroom and turned the taps of the shower until the room was filled with just the right amount of steam. I stepped in and began humming happily. A few moments later the door opened and my wife slipped into the shower alongside me. Cup and I often shower together to save hot water, but sometimes we do it to ‘save hot water’. We generally come out of those showers a bit pinker than usual.

   Today, however, it was just a typical shower - we had a bakery to open, after all.

Tonight, however...

   Cup scrubbed my back, I scrubbed hers, we toweled off and headed downstairs.

   I flipped the sign in the window to 'Open', opened the front door and took a deep breath of the morning air. I looked up into the clear blue summer sky and felt a peck on my cheek as my wife trotted to the front counter. I took another breath of air, waved to passing ponies and joined my wife behind the counter, who sidled up beside me and laid her head on my shoulder.

   I smiled and waited for the first of the day’s customers to arrive.

   Yes, I think today is going to be pretty good.

Never Judge A Book...

   "You’re kidding. You’re kidding, right?”

   Celestia shook her head solemnly. “When have I ever played a joke on my little sister, Lu’?”

   Luna raised an eyebrow.

   "Okay, so when have I played a joke on you this month?”

   Luna’s eyebrow shot up again.

   Celestia scowled. “Heyheyhey…That incident with the white paint was not my fault. He should have known the floor had just been washed.”

“You laughed your ass off!" growled Luna.

   ”I 'laughed my ass off', sister mine, because the paint had hit you smack in the face. With your dark coat, it made you look just like a mime. Anyway, the poor colt was so terrified of possible repercussions that I had to have a guard escort him home - he could barely stand, he was so frightened.  I paid him triple as compensation as well.”

   Luna grumbled and then grinned slightly. “Yes, I suppose put that way, it was amusing. Perhaps I’ll pay him a visit and tell him there are no hard feelings. But back to the point at hoof: you’re dating him?”

   "Yes. What of it?" asked Celestia.

   "But he not even a pony, ‘tai!”

   Celestia tutted. “Shame on you, Luna. Let’s not bring race into it - you know all are equal within our kingdom. Anyway, you’re hardly one to cast aspersions. I happen to know you have your eye set on a certain griffon. Shockreed was his name I think?”

   Luna blushed. “You know about that? I thought I’d hidden that rather well. And it’s ‘Lockheed’.”

   Celestia grinned at her younger sister’s discomfort. “You’ve always been the more emotional of the two of us. And not very good at hiding your feelings. I can see the attraction, though - he’s quite handsome.”

   "Don’t evade the topic, sister. We were talking about your interest, not mine. And I still can’t believe you’re dating him.”

   "I really fail to see your problem."

   "But he’s so…crude.”

   "I admit he is a tad rough around the edges, but it’s almost entirely an act. He’s surprisingly kind when he’s not working. You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover."

   "And the way he shouts all the time…”

   Celestia cleared her throat.  ”Remind you of anyone, Lu’?”

   Luna had the good grace to be embarrassed.

   "I mean it’s not like he knows it’s me anyway, Lu' - obviously I go out disguised unless it’s an official function, same as you do.He thinks I’m nothing more than a rather pretty pegasus named Dawnsun. This is just for fun: he gets some well deserved affection and I get more of a feel for the constituents of our kingdom - get to know them more as who they are. Our relationship is purely platonic.

   "He actually complimented me on my beauty the very first time I saw him. We’d bumped into each other while at the market. He apologized extremely politely, even though it was really my fault and then commented on how lovely I was and asked my name. When I told him, he said it was perfect name for me. I was so impressed with his unexpected politeness that I decided to pursue a relationship. It actually took a while to get him to agree to begin dating; he’s rather shy in these situations.”

   "Shy. Him?”

   "As I said, Lu': Book. Cover. Marvelous singing voice, too."

   "Oh now you are kidding.”

   Celestia raised a hoof and placed it over her heart.

   "I promise - every word I speak is the truth. The two of us went to a karaoke bar, just for fun; the applause was quite extensive.  We even had breakfast together once. Quite nice - he really took quite an effort to impress me. His Belgian waffles are to die for.”

   "So he’s polite, he can sing well and he can cook?”

   "Yes. Quite a ‘catch’ I believe the term is. Wouldn't you agree?"

   "But…but…Iron Will?!"

   "Book. Cover."

   Celestia grinned wryly.

A Dash of Kindness

I was never very good at being a pegasus.

I know that sounds silly - I mean I am a pegasus, so that’s like saying I was no good at being myself, and everypony is good at...

Oh dear. Fluttershy, you silly thing, going off on tangents already.

Let me start again.

When I was a filly, I never left the clouds. Oh, I tried my best, of course, but the simple fact of the matter was back then I suffered from vertigo.

Imagine that; I live in the sky, but looking down scared me.

The others learned to fly, while I could barely keep my wings open. The others dared to take that leap of faith when I was too afraid to even try. I had to watch the others pass me by and simply accept that. I'd even taken it into my head at one point that my parents were ashamed of me.  I know that's an absolutely horrid thing to say about them, but I was very self-conscious in those days.

So there I sat. Flapping madly, but going nowhere. Seeing the teacher's look of pity every day, as I failed once more. Returning home, embarrassed and retreating to my room to wallow in my shame. It's no wonder that I was teased and taunted so often.

Then I met her.

It was lunchtime and I was enjoying a fine carrot salad, when some of the other students came by for their daily teasing session.

I don’t hold this against them, of course - I'd long since reached the point that I felt I deserved it, what with my being such a disappointment to the others. Besides, they’d eventually grow bored or run out of things to call me and would leave me alone. All I had to do was keep my head down and wait.

They started up as they usually did, with their taunts and teasing when I heard a rough voice: “Quit picking on her.”

"Why should we?" said Duster, the leader of the gang. "Who’s gonna stop us? You?"

"If I have to. And don’t think I’ll back down just because there are three of you, either."

I looked up to see a sky-blue pegasus with a multi-colored mane and tail glowering at Duster.

"Yeah right. I’d like to see you try," replied Duster, disparagingly.

"And I’d like you to be dumb enough to make me." She pawed at the cloud and snorted, lowering her head and partially opening her wings. I went slightly pale - violence is never an answer to anything, and I didn't wish anypony hurt on my account. I was just considering retreating and hopefuly defusing the event when there came a sigh.

"Fine. Whatever. Let’s go, guys - she’s not worth the trouble. After all, it's not like she'll go anywhere, right 'Neverfly'? Have fun with your fillyfriend, Crash.”

I stared at the filly. She approached me.

"You okay?"

"Um…um…yes. You…you shouldn’t have done that. They always quit after a bit…"

She snorted. “Are you just gonna let them trot all over you like that?”

"Um…yes?"

She rolled her eyes. “Look kid, I can’t just let that go. You don’t deserve it.”

"Well…maybe I sort of do. I mean…"

"Stop. Right. There." she said sharply. I squeaked and broke off.

She gave me an equally sharp look. "You don’t ever deserve that sort of treatment, and I’ll make sure it stops or my name isn’t Rainbow Dash. I'll be here for you, kid.”

That was the day I met my best friend. Over time, she became like a big sister to me, even though I was slightly older than her.

From that day forth, she was always by my side - defending my honor from the other students (sometimes physically, which I would always apologize for, much to her embarrassment), showing me a few tricks to deal with my vertigo and make attaining flight just a bit easier for me, and giving me just enough of a confidence boost to allow me to finally ‘earn my wings’.

I'll always remember that day. Sure, I wasn't the fastest in the sky, but I got there in the end.

If I hadn’t met Rainbow, who knows how my life may have turned out? I'd still be cloudbound and afraid of falling, I'd still be looked down upon by those who felt superior. I'd remain nothing more than an embarrassment. Our friendship was one of the best things that could have ever happened to me, and a memory that will always stand out as one of my warmest, even more so than getting my cutie mark - which, it turned out, she had a hoof in as well.

Rainbow Dash helped make me what I am today. And I love her for it.

The Question

Once you were simply a friend; just one of my five BFFs. You were all fun and games and I was ‘the serious one’. I still can’t be sure who made the first move – I’d always thought it was me, but maybe we both did at the same time. I don’t suppose it really matters.

I used to be so studious - spending all of my free time reading and learing and experimenting.  Then one day you talked me into taking ‘a night on the town’.

Then it became a habit.

It all started with a goodbye hug. Just a simple hug, nothing more. You were always good with hugs.

Then you decided it would be cute to make it a peck on the cheek instead and that got the ball rolling. I’ll never forget the day I thought, ‘To Tartarus with it’ and turned the usual goodbye cheek smooch into a full-fledged kiss. I swear I just meant it as a joke – we were both comfortable around the other and I could just laugh it off as the joke I’d meant it to be. I knew you’d have found it funny.

You’re that way.

But a simple kiss turned into a complex one – it was just a kiss on the lips, nothing more. Five seconds later, though…

It turned out that you were just waiting for this moment and, after getting over the shock (how’s that for funny? I was trying to shock you …), I found that I had been too. Eventually one of us had to come up for air. We looked into each other’s eyes and went for a second course.

Then we went back to your place for dessert…

Now that’s a memory that will be with me forever.

Since then we were an item – a source of jealousy for both mares and stallions, not to mention our other friends. Rainbow still gives me the odd dirty look.

And it was marvelous. We were the perfect pair. Opposites, as they say, really do attract.

If I had a bad day, you always said or did just the right thing to help. If I were tired, you’d be my comforter. If I were under the weather, you'd make the clouds go away. If I had a good day, you’d make it even better, one way or another.

And sometimes more than one way.

And when you were sad, I’d find a way to turn that frown upside down, when you were ill, I’d make being sick not so bad, and even when you’ve think you’d had the bestest day ever, well…

Let’s just say I had a good teacher in that respect.

You’re a breath of fresh air in a cloud of smoke. A cool breeze on a hot day. A warm fire on a cold one. You’re always just what I need when I need it most.

If it weren’t for you, my life would be so boring, so utterly mundane, so empty. I would have nothing but days and nights alone in my library. And I couldn’t live with that, now that I know better – that I know what I’d been depriving myself of. That kiss was the greatest thing I’d ever done, because it gave me you.

And I know as long as we stay together, the world’s ills won’t be more than a stepping stone, both for me and for you. Nothing bad can happen that we can’t overcome.  Problems simply won’t matter. They’ll just be ‘something to deal with’.

Together.

So let the bad things happen. Let the world’s weight be set upon my shoulders. I don’t care, because at the end of the day, you’ll be there to make everything better. And I’ll do the same for you.

Always.

It’s just you and me against the world. May Celestia help the world.

Pinkemina Diane Pie, you are my Very Special Somepony.

May I ask you to be something more?

A Hunnert Years Old Today

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A Letter From Pipsqueak

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A Letter to Pipsqueak

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Breaking Away

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The Jack-O-Lantern Contest

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Malevolence

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Agent Orange

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Like Insects Unto Me

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Dear 'Princess'

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A Half-baked Idea

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'That Day When All of Twilight’s Friends Thought She Was Hot' or: 'The Idiot's Guide to a Shipping Story'

One day, Twilight was walking down Ponyville’s main street. Applejack saw her and thought to herself “Wow - she’s hot.” She went to see Fluttershy. “I think Twilight’s hot.”

"Um…um…me too. I have dreams about her and I wake up to find Angel on the couch with a look of disgust on his face.”

Applejack said “Let’s see if anypony else thinks Twilight is hot.”

Sure enough, all her other friends did, too. Pinkie said she was hotter than hot fudge on a cinnamon candy covered in hot sauce that was baked extra hot, Rarity just panted, and it took ten minutes for Rainbow Dash to bring her wings down.

"Hey!" shouted Pinkie. "Let’s all go tell Twilight we think she’s hot!"

"Good idea!" said the other four.

Pinkie pounded on Twilight’s door. Twilight answered the door and Pinkie shouted, “We all think you’re hot!”

Twilight went red with embarrassment and chastised Pinkie. “You shouldn’t just come to somepony’s door and tell them you think they’re hot! That’s not the sort of thing you should do and you should all come in so we can have a long talk about this!”

She opened the door and invited them in.

Then they all had sex.

Duwende

   I live in the Pink-haired Yellow One’s house. She is a four-legged one and a kindly spirit. I respect kindness, particularly towards the animals of the forest, for though many eat us, many more do not and are friends to me and my kind. Her house is always warm, both with heat and affection and it is a fine place to stay.

   I have taken it upon myself to help the Pink-haired Yellow One in what ways I can, whether by ensuring she finds what she is looking for when needed, or helping heal her animal friends. She believes her skill at healing is entirely her own, and this is very nearly true - she is indeed quite skilled. I simply encourage the healing she does to work more strongly and faster than normal.

   She has many visitors from he forest and feeds them well, so my belly is always full.

   The Pink-haired Yellow One has a pet of her own. She calls it ‘Angel’ and it is a rabbit. It treats her with great disrespect - as a guest to her home, it should be more mindful of her feelings.

    I pinch it sometimes in my anger, but it either doesn't feel it or just ignores me.

   The Pink-haired Yellow One has a handful of friends, who are also four-legged ones like her: The Yellow-haired Orange One, the Purple-haired White One, The Double-pink One, The Rainbow-haired Sky-colored One and the Dark-haired Purple One. They visit the Pink-haired Yellow One often. They call her “Flootashee,” but I prefer my name better - it is easier to say and remember.

   The Double-pink One knows of me - when I first saw her, she saw me in turn, and gave me a wink and a grin. She appears to keeping me her secret, however, as opposed to telling the others. I can smell powerful magic from her, though the others cannot sense it. The Dark-haired Purple One has much magic as well, but her magic does not smell like the Double-pink’s does - sweet with the scent of honey and pure joy. I like her almost as much as my Pink-haired Yellow One.

   The Pink-haired Yellow One is afraid of many things and I like to think I guard her from her fears in my own small way, but her soul is as powerful as a mountain is tall. She keeps it's power hidden until she needs it and then hides it away again when she doesn't. Truly she is powerful, but she does not gloat or boast or attempt to intimidate and when she uses her strength it is always for the sake of another, never for her own.

   And I respect that as well.

   I am a duwende - a house-elf - and have never truly had a home, as my kind travel from house to house forever and always, helping those whose homes we visit, before travelling to the next. But from what I have seen from my Pink-haired Yellow One, I think I shall choose to travel no longer.