Untitled

by The Anonymous Author

Rating: mature
Tags: Sad, Romance, Adventure, Dark
Length: 416

To Be Announced

To Be Announced

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-29 23:41:43 UTC

Prologue

Hi. My name is Coco Pommel. I am an Earth Pony. For as long as I can remember, I have played second fiddle to ponies smarter, stronger, faster and/or more talented than myself. However, my life took a turn for the better when I traveled to Manehatten for business. My mentor –  Suri Polomere, who was a rude bitch – had made me think that the world was every pony for themselves, but an old friend of hers – Rarity Belle – taught me that generosity could take your further than selfishness could. While many ponies are more than willing to take advantage of the kindness and generosity of another, some will not. Some ponies will return the favor instead of hoarding it all for themselves. Rarity is one such pony. After Suri lied, I asked Prim Hemline to give me the trophy so I could give it to Rarity. I found her at the theater where Hinny Of The Hills had played. Immediately after I told her the truth and gave her the trophy, she offered me her place making the costumes for her friend. I could not, in all my days, dream of making the costumes for anything of that magnitude.

However...it was a short-lived dream-come-true. After several months on the road, as well as somepony more talented  more talented than me showing up, I was fired. For a while, I did fine; I managed to survive for another month and a half by selling my belongings and on the money I had saved. Unfortunately, that is where my luck – or good karma, if that is what you would prefer to think of it as – ran out. My money dried up and the few friends I had made deserted me. In the weeks following, I was able to do simple jobs: foalsit, errand running, dishwashing and a few clean-up jobs at birthday parties, but that was about it for sustaining myself. Once I could no longer get those, I was evicted from my apartment in Manehatten and thrown out on the streets to fend for myself in the dead of winter. I had gone from being on the coattails of great ponies, to being among them, to being on the bottoms of their hooves. I had hit rock bottom. Two months later, I met him. Two months after being weak, cold, lonely and suicidal, I met my savior. This is the story of how I was saved by a musician named Lambent.