Anthologie101

by Eris H Discordia

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Sex, Random, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human
Length: 18478

There are things which begin that simply cannot be finished. This anthology of unfinished stories shows this perfectly.

Welcome to my compilation of unfinished stories. I added these here as these are the stories I have started (and believe me, there are three times as many that I have not started at all) and have a really unlikely chance of me finishing them at all. If I do decide to finish any of these stories, believe me, it won't be any time soon.

These stories range from E-rated all the way to M-rated, but I will make sure that the readers know what's going up with each chapter (story). Two of these stories failed moderation while mos tof the rest I lost interest in or simply forgot about them. Either way, I hope you enjoy these as they're all short and sweet!

Published 2015-08-31 13:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-08-31 13:20:01 UTC

Boxie Bella Chapter One

Boxie Bella looked at herself in a mirror. Her light beige coat complemented by her dark, blackish brown mane kept straight in a bang over her right eye, and her eyes a dark green. And she too had freckles over her face giving her a foal like appearance, though she was going to be 19 soon. She was an earth pony, and had never really thought of being a different pony type until recently. She found herself wanting to make her job easier by packing boxes with magic rather than with her hooves, or be part of the deliver team by flying them to their location as a pegasus.

Prissy Princess' Post Meridiem

Princess Twilight Sparkle was very much so enjoying her flown carriage ride into Canterlot this early night. She looked to the lit community below, how some nocturnal ponies were so lively now as the others were doing the day. The change of outside lighting appeared to not matter to them, especially to the bat pony community. Funny how they mostly lived in Canterlot. Possibly because Luna, the one who introduced them to a domestic style life, lived in Canterlot as well.

"Sleep over with the princesses, eh?" one of the carriage fliers, who happened to be Flash Sentry, suddenly asked her. "Is this the first?"

Twilight giggled, "Well, yeah... surprisingly. I would have thought we'd have one earlier, but with everything that's happened this past year we simply did not have time to plan."

Especially with recent events as well: the reformation of Griffonstone, the Grand Galloping Gala, the recent wedding of Cranky Doodle and Matilda's wedding; all of this was being planned during these events and it could have not been rushed sooner. Twilight needed some time with the princesses, but she wondered why a sleepover and not an official meeting of some sort.

Pacifist Wing

Lyra Heartstrings ran into her house and closed all of the curtains, locked the doors, and lit a candle on the tables of her living room, kitchen, and bath rooms. She made sure it was really dark downstairs, then made her way upstairs where Sweetie Drop was sleeping  in the bed. She shoved the sleeping pony with her hooves, murmuring loudly for her to get up. Sweetie Drop opened her tired eyes and stared at the ecstatic unicorn with a look of worry and disappointment. "You look too happy for there to be something wrong," Sweetie groaned, pulling the covers over her head. "Go away... I just wanna sleep."

Lyra nugged the earth pony again. "Come on Bonbon! I really wanna show you the cool new idea me and the Doctor came up with!" She used her magic to get out a stack of papers from her saddlebag, and flipping through quickly to see if she had every one she had drawn on.

Cutie Kawaii Cupcakes

Enter Applebloom. Young filly studying potions and magic under Twilight Sparkle, Alicorn Princess representing Ponyville.

Twilight Sparkle. Alicorn Princess of Magic. Loves the shit out of books.

Spike. Baby(?) dragon who is in love with somepony who is possibly many years older than even Twilight.

Enter Sprinkles--

"Ahem!"

Sgt. Sprinkles. Imaginary sergeant of the Rainbow Dust Airforce. However, General sounded much cooler at the time.

Now enter chaos.

It was a young day, the sun barely over the two o' clock position in the great blue sky. Like always, the clouds and winds were at a minimal, and the summer weather made it fairly hot. Twilight had wanted to get out of her castle for a day or two, as the sun shone right through some parts of the castle and reflected blinding rainbow lights all throughout the castle. Spike had taken it upon himself to

"Applebloom! What the fuck is that thing?" Twilight squeeled as she hopped upon a chair and lifted her wings to herself as she jabbed the air trying to decipher what just happened.

"I don't know, but it don't call for using no profanity, Princess Twi," Applebloom said, as she bent over to the pink cupcake with rainbow sprinkles on top of it. "What are we gonna do with it?"

Twilight shivered violently. "Um... lure it to the kitchen or something! That's where food belongs!"

"Eh? Who ye collin' food, toots?" Sgt. Sprinkles growled. "If ye's really hungry, how about I's gives ye a knuckle sandwich? Then it ought to be less sexist since de girl is gettin' served a sandwich. Eh, dragon? Heh heh!"

Spike sighed, rolling his eyes. "You're tellin' me."

"Okay! I'll take Sgt. Sprinkles to the kitchen so we can sort this out," Applebloom inquired, picking up the cupcake and placing him on her head. She strutted to the kitchen where in the window was a chicken.

"Hey Applebloom," Scootaloo said, peeking in and looking around. "You and Sweetie about ready to ditch this place yet? I found this bangin' pond with some epic frogs that can sing with their farts! Wanna come see it?"

Applebloom coughed, using her eyes to point up at the cupcake on the top of her head, but Scootaloo did not catch her drift. "Cupcake...cupcake..." she muttered quietly in a whisper.

"What? I'm not gonna sit here and watch you eat a girly ol' cupcake! Now c'mon!--"

"Eh? Who ye's collin' goirly? Ye chicken!"

"That's not very nice, Applebloom." Scootaloo winced and slightly retracted from the window.

"No, you idiot, that wasn't me, that was the cupcake!"

Scootaloo shook her head and dragged Applebloom out of the window, then they both fell two stories down into a conveniently placed wagon of hay. "Assassin's Pone, it's a game I got about parkour, and if I can't fly, then I'll learn to do the next best thing!" Applebloom jumped out of the wagon and looked to Scootaloo, who turned back to her with a look of concern. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Applebloom here tried to tell ye that there's a talkin' cupcake on her head. Now, are ye's gonna believe her or not, eh?"

Scootaloo laughed, falling down on her face and pounding the dirt maniacally beautifully. "Wow! Wow! You got me there! Wooo, Applebloom, I'm surprised you don't have your cutie mark in ventriloquism yet. You're pretty buckin' good there!"

Applebloom raged, taking her left back hoof and kicking Scootaloo in the face, forcing her to (fly) all the way into a window about 20 yards south. Considering what direction that was, and how far, Twilight's castle was strangely too close to the village. Obviously the chicken was not going to understand, so Applebloom ventured to the one pony who she knew could help her. Somepony skilled in magic and potions, training from birth to bend the physics of the earth.

"PIIIIIIIINKIIIIIEEEEEE!"

Sgt. Sprinkles was still trying to figure out why he was dragged here, but surely enough, he was only born ten minutes ago. Considering how far Pinkie's house (well, Sugarcube Corner, really) was from Twilight's Castle of Friendshipha. Gaayyyy., Applebloom must have been running pretty fucking fast. Still, why Pinkie? Sgt. Sprinkles did not even know what a Pinkie was and he questioned why Applebloom took him to be studied here rather than to Zecora's. But even then, how could that make sense? All he had been doing for the past ten minutes of his life was being dragged around by some loser blank flank who was really fighting the temptation to just eat him. Snot nosed brat. How he aquired such info in such a short amount of time is ridiculous.

(Sin Count: 21)

Sgt. Sprinkles jumped off of Applebloom's head and gestured for her to stop. Jack Black would be so proud. He stomped his foot down and ended up breaking his leg even more, as surely a cupcake with a candle skeleton could not handle such an epic fall, and he was broken enough from landing on his two feet already. Ten minutes old and he's already getting fucked up, by himself. Sgt. Sprinkles surely knew how to play the Game. Too bad it was already over.

Insert Gummy. Hungry.

The little alligator...crocodile....Gummy ran out of the front door, ssmelling the air intensely and spotting the cupcake standing there, fairly broken and delusional from his severe frosting-loss and internal frosting. He was surely immortal, at least until he went completely stale, so this agony was terrorizing for him. For Applebloom however, it was a roll for her. He flailed his wavy little noddle arms around as he screamed in agony how the Virgin Mary could let him go through so much pain, how could God have let him have been so foolish as to jump from the high head of a small filly onto soft dirt. Why God, Why-- no nerve endings. No pain. He was fine.

"Sgt. Sprinkles, your candle legs grew back..." Applebloom coughed as she finished laughing. "Can we just move on now, I don't think our nonexistent audience watching your painfilled dramatic death wants to watch you perform anymore."

"Eh, dat was class-A actin' right there! And if ye don't like it, ye can talk to my fist!" Sgt. Sprinkles shouted, as Applebloom bit his frosting arm off and ate it. He screamed in pain, despite not feeling pain and his arm growing back. Soon, Applebloom just stop caring for what he did and put him back onto her head again.

Oh right, Gummy.

Silent Spell

Trixie lay down on the bench, watching as Derpy blew bubbles while selling her special Hearth's Warming Eve muffins

High School of Chaos

☆Twilight V. Sparkle- 14 year old unicorn who wears glasses and a white, pink, and violet seifuku Japanese school uniform with a cardigan (violet) and matching black and pink striped stockings on her back legs along with dark, violet boots with silver and gold star buckles also on her back legs. She wore her mane in two pigtails with star bows matching her outfit. She was fairly chubby for her age, and not a good runner, but she was highly skilled in magic and teleportation.

Her purple saddle bag held all of her supplies which she had ordered and bought during the summer before which school started. Kallisti Academia was where she enrolled, and surely she knew a school with a name as fancy as Kallisti would  be a fairly sophisticated and organized school to attend for the next four years. She hopped down out of her carriage and looked upon the golden gates crowned with golden apples and "Kallisti" across the top of the gate. The symmetry amazed her, as yes, she did possess obsessive-compulsive disorder. The gates perfectly framed by the rows of trees circling them, and inside the gates was the high city which made up the entire academy. The highest building was the Principal's Throne, also golden and radiant like the sun, surrounded by seven golden towers, all crowned by golden apples. The buildings surrounding it were the dorms and main buildings of the Student Council Summit, where Student Council slept, met, and watched over the rest of the academy. The lower buildings were the student's dorms, while the many buildings and courtyards in between were not connected to the spiral of buildings smack-dab in the middle and were the classes. The lunch hall was like a diner-restaurant, as there was the ordering place as well as an inside kitchen, lunch room and even an outside dining space. Trees were wisely placed at places between the class buildings on soft patches of grass, and the Apple Garden, were Botany class met up to spectate the growth of plants and all types of flowers and fruits and vegetables, was where most of the tallest trees were. Twilight loved trees, and many times when she was little nearly died because she participated in events in which she and other green ponies would chain themselves to trees so they could stop the county from cutting them down.

Party of Pie

Pinkie had only gotten up today to get prepared for her ultra-spectacular party extravaganza, which was exactly what she called it on her posters and fliers set up all over Ponyville. She was bent on making sure everypony knew about and as many came over as possible. She was still psyched up about the recent defeat of Discord, as it was only a week ago, and the zeal of such a strong web of bonds she shared with her friends grew ever so stronger now that they had been through this much together. She awoke with a smile on her face and left Sugarcube Corner maintaining that same smile. Nothing could go wrong today.

That was at least what she dreamed. The dream felt so real, and maybe because Pinkie was throwing parties so rapidly like a machine gun. It occurred to her that such a happening was possible, as it could and had happened before to her. She knew party dreams would invade her mind because she kept throwing parties, to everypony's either joys or dismays. She did not care who came, as long as somepony or ponies did. That was her satisfaction, but that dream was too real. Looking back at it, Pinkie swore it was real, and maybe she was still in a dream. She needed to find a way to wake herself up, but what if she woke up in another dream? Implying her current reality was in fact just a DMT hallucination of her subconscious mind being random as she was, that is. She had no way to in that sense, actually, she did everything possible with her strange senses, cartoon physics, and awareness of a certain audience nopony else paid any mind to. Her life in of itself could be a dream and she would not even know. This thought scared her at first, but she found herself liking the idea. Not in the sense she could now jump off of a cliff and not die a horrible death of blood splattering and bone snapping, she could do that easily as long as it appealed to the ponies laughing in her head. She believed they saw everything, and they knew her every move. Nopony else seemed to notice, and she was getting slightly off track from her main concern.

Dream or not, today was bound to be fun in some way. She then began to welcome the idea of milking the possibility that she was indeed living within a dream at the moment. Lucid dreaming was out of the question, as she had done herself the favor of trying. Not only was it boring, but she could not even recall if she were even asleep during the duration of this dreaming session. The memory did not end well, so if she were to ever find herself sentient of her own dream world, she would only do what she would do in her normal, daily life within the dream. If that was not already crazy enough.

Emma Marie: Life is Hard

Emma was showering after Phy. Ed with the other mares in her class, and she was enjoying twirling in circles as the water hit her body. She was using her magic to scrub her body with the sweat, even though she did virtually nothing in class

pony.exe

Twilight bent over to investigate the strange black card under her hoof, hoping she had not broken it, just in case it be an interesting find. Picking it up with her magic, she glared at it closely and saw nothing written on it anywhere. It looked as if it were to be placed inside of a computer. Why was it out here? She had not seen it when she came out earlier to walk with Fluttershy, but maybe she just had not noticed it then, as she really was excited before.

She blew the dirt and dust off of it and took it into her Library's lab, letting her curiosity take control of her. She walked over to her computer's mother board, looking for the correct port to place the card into.

Spike walked into the room, with a slightly irritated look on his face. "What? No 'Hi, Spike', or anything? I didn't even know you came in! I thought somepony had broken in or somethin'! What's gotten into you?" he questioned her. "Twilight?"

Twilight turned to the dragon, blushing and giggling. "Oh, sorry Spike... I found this card and I was curious as to what's on it... so I'm gonna upload it in my computer and see what's on it. It could be a lost home video, a photo album, or any sort of thing!" she replied, about to push the card into the correct port.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Spike urged her, crossing his arms.

Twilight arched an eyebrow. "What makes you say that? It's just a card, Spike. What's the worst that can happen?"

Spike sighed, "What if it has a virus or something like that? Remember what happened that day when Princess Celestia got that virus on her computer? It took us forever to get rid of it, but by then the computer was so fried that she had to buy a brand new one!"

Twilight put the card down. She walked up to Spike and rubbed her head against his. "Aww, look at you. Somepony's gotten their cutie mark in computers, now haven't they?" she said with a giggle.

"Please, Twilight, don't do this," Spike replied. "It's not worth the trouble if it's a virus. You'll thank me when you don't have to spend eight hundred bits on a new computer."

Twilight sighed, putting the card into the garbage can beside the desk which the computer was on and walking for the door. "Yeah, I guess so... Maybe somepony dropped it or something, and maybe it's empty anyways... Thanks for being so concerned, Spike. Why don't we go over to Rarity's instead? Don't wanna spend too much time in front of a screen anyways."

Spike lit up immediately, jumping onto Twilight's back. "Yeah! Let's go to Rarity's!!"

After getting back to the Library, Twilight and Spike went to bed. Rarity's today was fairly plain, as the two unicorns talked about new experiences while Spike contributed by running household errands or wooing over Rarity and complimenting her on her weaving and sewing skills. Spike was the first to fall asleep, but Twilight found herself unable to.

Constantly turning in her bed, she kept thinking of what could have been on that card. Now that all other distractions were gone, her primary one was back to haunt her. She tried to force herself to forget, but it was truly futile. She got up out of bed and creeped quietly down the stairs to the lab where the computer was, getting the card from the garbage and placing it into the port on her mother board. This automatically turned on the computer screen, and Twilight was immediately greeted to the start up screen for her to log in.

That was the easy part. She looked upon her desktop to see a pop up box floating there in front of her.

WARNING

This content is possibly harmful to your computer. Do you want to continue?

Yes or No

Apparently "No" was not an option, and trying to click on the "X" icon only made an annoying low toned beep sound. Twilight knew she should not, but her curiosity was killing her. How much harm could a nasty virus or buying a new computer do to her anyways? She hesitantly clicked the "Yes", and then her screen went black

To Purify Even the Blackest of Sins

Here she was. Once again in the filthy bathroom of "The Horny Pegacorn", she had slept with another wreck of a stallion. The bathroom stunk of feces and the essence of lusty, steamy sex, and she found her partner was braindead from a drug overdose. She had just woken from her comatose state, and she felt her hindlegs were asleep, and her back was in massive amounts of pain. "Oh, shit..." she groaned, falling face forward to the piss and cum covered ground below. She coughed, spitting up the rancid mix of waste and quickly scurrying to pick herself back up. She got up to lean against the wall, and then the sharp pain in her back shot through mostly her abdomen, and she screamed in pain.

Her vision began to go blurry, and she was greeted to a door flying open and slamming her hard against the wall as she leaned forward, losing consciousness. The shock was enough to force her up again

Seeds of Chaos: Magical Virus

The cars honked, and Twilight had not noticed yet. The light was green, and yet she still had not begun driving yet. Her eyes felt so heavy, and she could barely keep her hands on the wheel. She nearly fell out until Sunset tapped her on the shoulder.

"Twilight!" Sunset cried her name loudly, startling her enough to wake up again.

Sunset had not noticed quick enough either, as she was flipping through her smartphone, not knowing at all what was going on in the world around her. "Twi, girl... you want me to drive us instead? You look too tired... maybe you should've stayed home today instead," Sunset said. "I'm sure Spike wouldn't mind..."

"Spike does a lot at the Library already... I don't need to have him taking care of me too..." Twilight groaned, about to fall alseep once again. Her hands fell from the steering wheel, and the cars behind them had begun to try to go around. Some still beeped however. None of this fazed Twilight; her head hit the back of her seat and she sighed.

"Then... just let me drive, Twi," Sunset suggested, rubbing Twilight's shoulder softly, "you sit in the passenger's seat. C'mon, I'll drive."

Twilight looked to Sunset and smiled. "I swear, I didn't feel this tired when we left the Library earlier... maybe it was the steak, egg, and cheese bagel I had... with no coffee." Twilight switched seats with Sunset, and her behind ended up hitting against Sunset's face, much to the latter's dismay.

Sunset exhaled. She tried to get the blush from her face, but felt it didn't matter as Twilight was too tired anyways. "Y'know, I don't like it when you drink coffee. And you know why. You drank a full three cups that one morning and ended up nearly getting Applebloom to run away from home how scared she was of you." Sunset chuckled and sighed afterwards. "You're a really easily influenced girl, little do you know. You get a little caffeine in your system and there ya go! Off like Pinkie... You gotta lay off the long nights of studying too. I know how much you wanna master your subjects, but you won't do good if you don't get enough sleep either. I don't wanna sound too controlling, but as your superior, I want you to know I've done that too, and it has not fared well for me in the past." Sunset looked to Twilight, seeing that she was already fast asleep. Though she adored Twilight's cuteness as she slept, she was irritated at how she didn't at least tell her... but how could she?

And the light was red again.

"I told you it was gonna be awesome! Why didn't you come?!"

"Rainbow honey, we've been through this already! And I told you yesterday over the phone, darling..."

"I know! I wanna make you regret it as much as possible, then next time I go, you'll think twice about leaving me to go alone!"

"Why not Applejack? Why not ask her?"

"Because!" Rainbow leaned in to Rarity's ear and whispered, "She doesn't even like the Dracos. If I took her, she would've rooted for the stupid Hummingbirds all through the game! And she doesn't even like the Hummingbirds! She likes the Reapers!"

"I like ALL the teams! Because if I didn't, then having a party after the game would feel all solemn!"

"Not you too, Pinkie! Why are you girls so into sports anyways... it's so unladylike..."

"Like we would be into that crazy 'lady' stuff! And it's volleyball! That sport was made for girls anyway..."

"Gals, Ah don't think we should be arguin' about this... it seems so... uh, stupid."

The cafeteria was loud enough, and once Rainbow further made a comment about how much the Reapers were trash, Applejack retorted and Pinkie told them how much they should love all the teams. Rarity sighed and began whining about how unladylike they were being, taking nothing into concern about how she was reacting as well. This went on until the group turned to Fluttershy, collectively asking her,

"What do you think?"

To Fluttershy, all had gone silent. And it was like the entire school had it's eyes on her. She kind of cowered until she lightly gulped and lowered her head to say, "I... I don't know..."

The other girls were confused. "What was that? Didn't quite get ya there," Rainbow asked, leaning in closer, and soon, the others did as well.

Fluttershy scooted back in her chair and took a light breath. "I... I said I... don't...know..."

The other girls looked at one another, confused. Then, of course, it was Fluttershy. She was surely the voice of reason when things got like this, at least when Twilight and/or Sunset was around. Even still, she hated being the focus of attention. She liked to contribute in a quieter setting, but the library was closed this morning for a teacher's meeting that would make the morning bell rather late. The bell would ring at 8:30, but right now, it was 7:10. Still plenty of time. Now that this thought was in Fluttershy's mind, it made her all the more uncomfortable. She would either say something to get them to quarrel, something to make them question her more, or they would sit here awkwardly for the next hour or so waiting for her to answer. Time surely was running out, but it wasn't feeling like it to her.

"Well... I think that you all have your opinions, and we should... respect that?"

Rainbow laughed, patting Fluttershy on the back and pulling her close. "Ha! Ya got us there, Flutters! I guess we did go a bit overboard, especially putting you on spot like that. Sorry 'bout that..."

The others apologized as well, and Fluttershy smiled while blushing quite lightly. "It's okay... I guess I should try to contribute more when I'm with you guys..."

"No, don't force yourself to do somethin' ya can't do," Applejack told her. "Ah don't know if you'd wanna do that to yourself."

"C'mon guys, I'm not some Butterfly..." Fluttershy said with a chuckle, but no one really laughed either. "That... that was...supposed to be a joke..."

"Your tone didn't really help with that," Pinkie told her, getting behind her and tickling her, making her laugh loudly. "When ya wanna make someone laugh, you gotta Get*LOUD!*"

"Pinkie's right, Fluttershy darling," Rarity said, poofing her hair. "Even a lady knows when to get a bit loud so she can get her point across. If you do not project your voice properly, people won't think that you really wanna take them seriously. How do you expect to get through your first speech like that?"

It hit her right there. She had managed recently to push back the idea enough, as she in fact was too much afraid of the idea in the first place. She had no clue how long or far her a thousand mile stare went on for, but it took Pinkie patting her on the back to get her to snap out of it. "Hey! Fluttershy?" the girls all said.

Then Rainbow, "You alright?"

Fluttershy took in a deep breath, but then the act of speaking became alarming to her, and doing so became impossible to accomplish. She again found herself stuck with the eyes of her friends looking at her, but she turned her head to also find she had been saved by the arrival of Twilight Sparkle and Sunset Shimmer. She let go of a long sigh as the girls then welcomed the two.

"Sorry we're late," Sunset said, "Twi and I got stuck at a light... and

35 Years Later

The question is not what I'm doing. But why.

Hi, I'm Twilight Sparkle... about, twenty years after my coronation. Keep in mind that none of this is being written. This is all recorded on an audio tape. This will be played after I divorce Flash Sentry in fifteen years and tell him he's an android made by Princess Celestia along with Sweetie Belle so she could test Rarity and I to see if we would become alicorns. The only problem is, Flash Sentry came a bit after I was coronated, and even then he still had no Faust-damn personality, His kinks should have been worked out by then, but that's what I get for depending on Luna to program an android. She reads those kinky anime and teenage-oriented graphic novels with those kinds of love stories and I was almost foolish enough to actually think it had even the slightest chance of working. I have no idea what I would have done, but I'll tell you why I blushed first...

I fell, and he helped me up... I smiled and tried to shake it off like it were nothing, but I was so embarrassed that I couldn't hold back the heavy blush to save my life.

That's all it was, I swear... But, on the contrary, taking a complete one eighty from worrying about fifteen years from now. You most likely already know what happened at the end of my journey, so there's no need for you to waste your time reading what I put into novel form.

You're asking if I'm gonna write the story after giving you an audio recording first?

Well, of course I am! Why wouldn't I? I'm not gonna sit here and read it out loud to you, you can read it for yourself?

I'm talking to myself, aren't I? Oh, sigh, sigh, sigh! Ever since I tried a bit of Discord's Chaos Magic, I've been slowly slipping into insanity. Hell, I may even turn into a draconequus. But, Trixie was given only a mere fraction of the Chaos, and that is where it all went to hell...

Okay, okay, I'll read you the story myself, but since this is literally my story and not in one way or any other a fanfic of any sorts, all true events, you can expect me to break the "fourth wall" a lot. Like Pinkie does? Yeah, Pinkie! She plays a crucial part to this story too! But that's not important right now. With this Chaos Magic flowing at its purest peak, I can feel myself thinking and plotting like a spirit of chaos would. So, yes... getting back on track, or at least trying to, in the VERY least, I as the all powerful narrator also has the ability to break and repair the fourth wall. I will do so by using the Chaos Magic to recreate a small plane of existence of the book's content and manipulating it to "read" what it entails. Don't understand? Never will.

If you don't understand that little thing, you'll be lost in my quest to show you what has and has not happened in the past thirty five years.

What? Twenty years, you say? That's how long it had been since I stopped recording to document the rest of my life since I made it. Nothing was edited, not like I technologically even know how.

Okay, without further ado, or Chaotic symbolism and distractions, I can see the overlapping of the multiple planes of dimensions all together and it's making it hard to hold and read this book. I don't know what's real and what's not. I'll try to read it the best I can. And keep in mind... this is all REAL experience, from me... Twilight Sparkle.

Let's do this. Alright, okay!

35 Years Later, Chapter Two

Lyra began to wear stockings. That's how we knew her. From bare hooves to socks, Lyra began wearing these oversized socks, and so did Princess Celestia and Luna and Derpy. Everypony began doing it. We didn't even use the for stockings at first, and I don't wanna say what we did do with them anyways.

Looking back, I'm even able to see into the past in a clairvoyant fashion using my "Omnipresent" spell that I've learned since I made the usage of Chaos Magic.

Base

Celestia looked on as her troops marched forward to battle the oncoming dragons which threatened to destroy Equestria. She had painted on her face a look of pure melancholy, as she knew that those soldier would be up against an enemy most of them would fall to. She flew alongside with them and readied her horn with magic, hoping she could use any type of spell she could to benefit her army.

She set the sun, leaving it down, along with leaving the moon out of sight to prevent moonlight from illuminating the battlefield. The unicorns in the army used light to guide the pegasi, who flew with Luna over them, letting her down to shine bright lights into the eyes of the dragons using her magic. As most of the dragons fell in response to the pain, the soldiers ran forth faster to attack and try to kill the dragons on the front lines, which were all the smaller dragons.

"Fall back!! Fall back!" Luna cried, as the soldiers fell back, but she and Celestia stepped forth to erect a barrier to hold off the second line of dragons. "Tia! Your plan worked! Now, for phase two!"

Celestia nodded, and used her magic to conjure up a blizzard above the battlefield, using the reptilian aspects of the dragons against them. As the temperatures outside of the barrier dropped to below zero, the dragons began to fall prey to Celestia's trap and die slowly due to their cold bloods being driven to even more severe drops, if the lack of sunlight was not bad enough. "Now, we can prevent anymore of our troops to have to go and fight anymore, lest it be completely necessary."

"Tia, how did it come to this?"

A small incision was made in body of the dead pony the castle at Canterlot. The day was just trying to begin, as Celestia had spent the entire night working on this dead body of a pony whom she never knew. She possibly had a family, but as much as Celestia thought she'd know, she did not.

As the sunrise had already begun, Celestia took a break to wipe the sweat from her forehead. She looked at her cup of tea, and did not lift it to take another sip as she grew sick of the bland and flat taste of the cold and dark beverage.

"Star Swirl left this project up to me, and I must finish it... and that is exactly what I plan to do..." Celestia told herself, as she had been telling herself the same exact thing all night. She looked to her hoofs and noticed that they were covered in blood.

Celestia found herself completely numb to this whole entire experiment. At first, she could not stand to bear the thought of cutting open and modifying another pony's body, but she had done this for so many times again and again, that it just became second nature to her. All of those dead soldiers, conveniently preserved by Star Swirl, before the stallion's own death, of course, now being used as test subjects to now further preserve life.

It would have been raining, but surely Celestia knew she would need the sunlight to animate the dead body, as she was using plant DNA to make the genetic make up of the pony's skin. The photosynthesis would act as gears to get the organs pumping the blood and the magic would be fed by the massive amount of solar energy and oxygen. But that would only be to wake it up.

So Celestia had no need for rain right now. She would use it for when she wanted to nurture the body and give it an extra boost of energy. The soft body of the pony being experimented on was thanks to Celestia's constant tampering with it. By the gentle words of her sister Luna, Celestia knew that soon, she would finish this project, and never again would she have to send real living ponies to war. The alicorn stood over the dead pony's body, watching to see if the pale, gray skin would twitch or give any movement at all. She got absolutely nothing.

Her eyes shifted over to the clock, it read seven A.M., the hands of the clock seemingly taking an eternity to move, or had Celestia grown so sick and tired of this tedious process that she just found more interest in watching time go by? Usually very warm and loving, this mare's expression was hardened like the most freezing of all tundras, and no hope shined from her at all. She only managed to smile with the thought that she most definitely was going mad. After years of unsuccessful attempts, Celestia was finally ready to give up. She wanted to, but to give up Star Swirl's life long work would be fairly cold on her part.

Then came a single night that would prove to be Celestia's "wow" factor. The pony body twitched, and then it began to shift in its place.

"I've gotten it to move?" Celestia muttered to herself, drawing nearer to it and using her magic to grab it and levitate it from the table. It quickly responded by panicking almost, even making a squeaking sound, sounding almost like fear. "Afraid of heights, huh? Okay then, I'll put you down."

Celestia sat the pony body upon its hooves, but it stumbled in place and fell over onto its side. It looked like it had already given up on living. "No, no!" Celestia exclaimed with a slight laugh. "I don't take quitters in my guard. Stand."

The pony did nothing.

"Perhaps I shall treat you to more magical stimulation," Celestia said, about to charge the pony with some type of electric magic from her horn, but the pony began moving once again, trying to stand. Pushing itself up with its front hooves, it finally stopped itself from lying face down and was now almost kissing the ground with its position. "If I'm going to use you in war, then I will have to be sure to teach you any and everything you need to know. So, I'll tell you this, you should know you have a lot to learn."

UnNKn:SoT, chapter two

Erika Furudo, who was taking a bath in her mansion off of the coast of Tokyo, in an disclosed location of a exclusively private island, found herself feeling warmer within the water. The water was already warm, but it got warmer and warmer as time went on. Not paying much mind to it, as it could be one of Bernkastel's tricks, Erika continued to soak and rest within the water, drifting off into a deep sleep.

The water is getting warmer... Had it been a physically possible occurrence for such a thing to happen without warning... It would have happened earlier.

Erika's eyes shot open. Surely this was not the doing of Bernkastel! The probability of water getting hotter with no aid from the sun or extra water being added to it's mass was surely zero. Had Erika known that ten seconds ago, she would have jumped from the bath and ran out of the room like a maddening lunatic. Zero was such a strong concept, but how so did the water get hotter? And for what reason? Erika had to know. She needed to know the

TRUTH.

Unaided, water cannot change its temperature by itself. Its atoms need to lose momentum so that they cool, but even then the water is being aided by temperatures around it. And to add, this water is getting hotter, not colder.

Erika looked out of the window, and saw the open blue skies surrounding her, the seagulls squalling, the ocean waters crashing up against the shores of her private island. Truthfully however, this mansion belonged to Bernkastel and Lambdadelta, and with the two's combined power, it literally does not exist on the face of the earth. As Erika, being the "piece" of Bernkastel (and occasionally of Lambdadelta), occupied this region, she entered a state of Limbo in which her human body remained in the outside world, outside of existence as to be protected for the realm of living nature, as her spiritual body inhabited this Limbo, Purgatory, and was taking a bath.

The magic of the matter disgusted her, as though created from Bernkastel's being, she did not ever once use Magic. The concept of Magic and Love disgusted her, and it got in the way of her views of Truth. Such things were not needed. Though, a couple of times she did grow curious as to how powerful her magic would be. If Bernkastel's Probability Magic was powerful enough to make anything with a chance of 1 happen at will, then supposedly Erika could uncover Truth and create realities with a mere thought. She would live to directly support Probability, as it too worked merely from Truth itself.

Dismissing the thought as a mere theory and nothing else, Erika was truly afraid that her curiosity would work alongside her detective instincts and lead her to seek...

TRUTH.

"Scary..." Erika said aloud, hearing her voice echo across the plains of Purgatory and return to her ears with the screams of a thousand tormented souls. "How close to Hell am I? Is that why the water's getting so hot? This water doesn't exist in the first place! I don't even exist right now... but... did I ever?"

Of course I exist... Had I, Erika Furudo, not existed, would I be here now?

In a plane of existence outside of existence?

Now that her entire interpretation of logic was screwed, Erika remembered that she needed to get back on topic: "Why is this water so goddamn hot?!"

The water began to bubble up, and the soothing nature of its tranquilly violent state left Erika able to think more clearly.

Bernkastel is here... Along with Lambdadelta. If they are truly manipulating my water, then I know the reason. As this is a separate plane of existence, the rules of the universe does not apply here. The water itself is spiritual, so therefore it can be manipulated by magic and magic alone. Due to my inferior nature, I do not have the right to tamper with this realm without permission of Mistress Bernkastel. The water was never normal to begin with, and I should not even think to question its being as its being doesn't even exist to my mortality.

Erika felt enlightened, and she found herself able to relax more. She truly was fond of investigating. That was the

Truth.

"I am the Witch of Truth, Erika Furudo."

Only that time, it was not Erika speaking, but rather Bernkastel, who appeared to her in the form of a black cat, standing upon the window sill beside the bath which Erika was currently in. Looking over to her Master, Erika greeted her, "Salutations, Lady Bernkastel. How are you today? Well, I suppose?"

"I was mocking you, you know," Bernkastel answered her, returning to her human form and resting in the warmth of the tub with Erika. Bernkastel still wore her dress, but Erika was naked. That much was already known on Bernkastel's part. "Does nothing make you despair?"

"Not as long as it comes from you, Lady Bernkastel," Erika said with an adorable smile. Submission to Bernkastel was painted on her face like a masterpiece. "There is nothing that you can do that can drive me away from you."

Bernkastel Spoke Truth: I assure you that if I were to perform a task upon you that could leave you without my guidance and supervising eyes, you'd break from frustration and curse my very name. Then at that moment, I'll collect you as the piece you are and make my next move with you puppet corpse.

Erika Spoke Truth: I assure you that there is nothing you can do that can drive me away from you.

Bernkastel snickered, then began laughing. "Each time I use that very Magic, my heart disintegrates, piece by little piece. My morality has shrunk down to a minuscule amount, so small that not even I could reestablish its existence. You, Erika, are that heart. You are that painful truth that I cannot escape from, following me for all eternity, reminding me that if I never had that Magic, or that Love, to begin with, I'd have the happiness I ever so desire."

Erika sighed playfully to her Master and former self. "Then tell me that in Truth."

"Witch to Witch, I tell you the Truth." Bernkastel extended her hand for Erika to grab, which she gladly did and shook it. Erika's handshake was firm and tight, and this greatly pleased Bernkastel.

"Is that truly why you created me? For that reason?" Erika asked the Witch of Miracles before herself. "Then... your feelings for Lambdadelta... suppressed feelings of frustrated lust. Power. Someone to equal you... but also to be superior too. I've heard this story before."

Bernkastel frowned her usual frown and looked to the open bathroom door, where she heard footsteps approaching. "Lambdadelta approaches us. I do not wish to face her at this moment... Erika, I shall go check on my other body for a while. Perhaps she is doing much better than I."

Bernkastel disappeared through the space and entered a black realm with a white floor, lighted by millions of green crystals. Erika herself had never been in the realm, for Bernkastel never allowed her in. Erika did, however, catch a glimpse of one of the crystals. She managed to see a younger version of Bernkastel who was being called by a name which she could not interpret, but knew was highly familiar to her.

Bernkastel Spoke Truth: You may never see the inside of this realm. I will not permit you, and neither will you permit yourself as you are. And as you are, shall you forever be.

"Erika?" Lambdadelta said, stepping into the doorway and popping a gumdrop into her mouth. "Taking a bath, I see?"

It truly was scary how powerful Bernkastel and Lambdadelta were. Erika knew her power paled in comparison, lest she actually used Magic, which was impossible on her part. Perhaps Erika was a sacrifice made to Truth itself to regain some lost form of reconciliation with her obvious inability to coexist with the harmony of the universe and all of its planes of existence. Bernkastel was Miracles and Probability, while Lambdadelta was Certainty and Absolution.

They were far too powerful to even exist. And that was the truth.

"Yes, taking a bath, Lady Lambdadelta." Erika's response was slow, so Lambdadelta knew with absolute certainty that something was wrong.

"I know Bernkastel was here, Erika," Lambadelta sighed, sitting on the closed lid of the toilet and crossing her legs to relax. "I can sit here all day and demand the truth from you, but I know you'll tell me the truth. Won't you?"

"Bernkastel and I are one in the same, she is I, and I am she," Erika said with a bit of confidence, looking Lambdadelta in her eyes. The Witch of Certainty stared back with a greater intensity, now losing her patience for Erika.

"Shall you or shall you not spend the rest of your eternity frozen in caramelite?" the older Witch told her with a nagging tone, pointing a finger at Erika, who reeled back and lightly blushed, shrugging her shoulders at Lambdadelta.

"I do not wish for that, despite the fact at any moment you'd make it an absolute certainty," Erika replied. "I'll answer this... Bernkastel has told me that I will curse her name in frustration."

Lambdadelta's eyes widened in worry, she uncrossed her legs and stood up, looking around in all directions and even under the bathtub. She drew close to Erika and whispered in her ear, "Has she told you that in the Truth?"

"I am the Witch of Truth, she needs not to tell me in what I already am. I will not curse her name, and I will not fall from my obedience to her. She knows this, and the reason as to why she challenges this is a Mystery to me. I'll find out why she wishes for this to happen, lest she only be testing me for how much to the truth I long for I will remain with allegiance to."

"I'd say you have your answer right there, but it's never been in Bernkastel's best interest to test people like this. Or even at all. I'm the one who tests. Bernkastel is the one who pulls the strings of reality to make things happen without having to test the waters to make sure. Surely that is what Probability is. In a game of chess, you cannot test your opponent, all you can do is act with the most certainty. In eating candy, you can test. Test the taste, texture, longevity, and everything else you may with the candy until you make your choice."

Erika nodded to Lambdadelta, who was still popping the candies like pills. "I see what you mean. Perhaps since I am virtually the same being as Bernkastel, she has to manipulate me using testing rather than flat out manipulation because...--"

"--...she's not testing you, she testing herself!"

Bernkastel approached the Gates of Truth and opened a portal to walk through and meet directly the Eye of God, who stretched out its tentacles to grab her, but she dodged them with ease and jumped closer to the Eye. "I've come to speak with you... God."

"What has you so sure I'm God?" a voice spoke, not coming from the eye, but from the open Gates behind her, where God (Truth/The One/ The All) was sitting behind her, in the form of Rika Furude.

"I've given my entire being to you, just to gain the ability to do the same. I've realized that power to accomplish this alone is something only a god, if not, God Himself, is able to do." Bernkastel walked from the Gates, and the Eye of God resisted the urge to collect and absorb her into its being. She approached God Rika, with an outstretched hand. "Just let me... feel my old body... just once?"

"I hate mortals who Play God, Furude Rika," God said with the same tone in His voice which he always presented. With a sadistic smile, He stood up and smacked away Bernkastel's hand, and with that swift motion, the Witch of Miracles fell to her knees and began laughing maniacally.

"Yes! YEEES!" she screamed to God, pulling her hair and looking down to the ground, where she could only see blood and cawing crows surrounding the dead body of Rika Furude. "My soft body! I soft, human, mortal body! I miss it, oh how I miss it! How I long for the days to return where I can die, again and again! I'm sorry for taking it for granted! I never should have wished for this!"

God turned His back on her and snickered. "Even the Immortal Witch, Furude Rika Bernkastel, one who can match even my power with a mere thought. A body to harbor God's power itself... even you have to submit to Me. For you wanted to Play God, now you must feel the same pain as God, the same envy as God, the same Wrath as God. Do you think I don't know what you came to do? It's merely the truth... which I am." Then Truth begun to become impatient with the witch. "Please do hurry, I have halted my meditation for you, and I do not believe it was in your best interest to waste time like this. Address to me your problem, and I will see what I can do."

Bernkastel smiled devilishly, looking at the Gate of Truth behind her. "Father... I want him."

"Father? Why do you want him? What can he do that will benefit you in anyway? He doesn't even have a mortal body to do alchemy with," God told the witch. He shrugged His shoulders and laughed, facepalming. "Do you have any idea how much of a pain it was to contain and protect that wretched imbecile? And you want to release him?! For what?!"

"The imbalance," Bernkastel announced, catching God's attention, not as if she had ever lost it to begin with. He turned to her slowly, with an angry grin on His face. "Ah, yes... You do know of the imbalance. The planet of ponies You gave birth to millenia ago, it is creating an unfix-able gap between its dark space between here and the spiritual realm due to its... harmony."

"I created that planet to show how foolish you humans are," God said, strutting up to Bernkastel and looking her in the eyes. "Don't you understand how important it is for a universe to remain in balance? It may seem that they are destroying it, but in reality that planet of multicolored horses is gonna save your ass from a Ragnarok even you cannot stop. Lambdadelta was supposed to be the Witch to stop you, because I had foreseen an event like this occurring had I granted you this power. I allowed this to happen, but only because even I could not deny the Truth anymore. Of course, I could rewrite the laws of the universe, but I'd be breaking the Covenant I made when I started production of this universe."

Bernkastel Spoke Truth: By those same rules did You create me as I am, as You can bend rules, but You cannot break them. The probability chance of that ever happening is 1/0, therefore, you only plan on breaking those laws when the day of your Covenant's expiration happens. In that time, you will spare those ponies, won't you? And you will encourage them to ponify everything, won't you?

"Only time will tell," God told her. "Unless you really wish to make a move to using Father to cause such an imbalance that you'll put the energy of the universe which I have created to a new unity due to the disharmony you'd have inflicted upon it."

God opened the Gates of Truth, and separated Father's dwarf form from it, handing it to Bernkastel. "To whom shall we go, to whom she we seek salvation, to whom shall we address as 'Father'?" he said to her.

Bernkastel replied, "I shall give you Erika. She will serve you until I wish to return Father."

God chuckled, looking to Father, who was sleeping while in Bernkastel's arms. "Then I shall retrieve Erika now. You, go to that planet which you loathe, and inflict as much pain upon them as you can, but not a single one will die unless I permit it."

"Do you want to speak that in Truth? To make this agreement more official?"

Now... I'll play your game, but this is a game between you and Me. I am neither a game piece nor a companion. I am your opponent."

Erika fell into the room of God, and was greeted by Truth, who was in His appearance still Rika Furude, as Erika saw out of the same vision of Bernkastel due to her being part of God and Bernkastel's Covenant. "Wh...What?! Where am I?!" she cried as she looked to God, who smiled and waved at her. "I... I've seen you before... but I cannot discern where or when. Nice to meet you, I'm Erika Furudo, Witch of Truth. And you are--?"

"Truth," God said, walking up to Erika and looking closely at her dress. "So... you are Bernkastel's creation? Modified human with great powers and a massive potential of Supreme Godhood. You're exactly like Father."

"Father? Who's your father? If you're truth... then the one who fathers truth must be probability," Erika stated, thinking now of Bernkastel. "Are you like me?"

"Truth is the God of this universe, the same God that those humans fear and reject," God said, circling around Erika and standing on top of her head. "That God, is I. I am the true Father, and Father is My Son."

"The Son is the Father, like the Christians of earth speak?" Erika inquired, trying to swipe God off of her head, but she could not even lay a single finger on Him. "I always thought they were mad in the head and insane."

Truth jumped down from Erika's head and used His fist to pound her face down into the ground. "If I had a sacrifice for every human to doubt My Existence!-- That's right... I do."

"Care to explain what that means?" Erika asked Him, as she comically teared up from the massive bump on her head. She managed to sit herself up, but remained seated before God, who sat down in front of her. "And why am I here? What usage can God Himself... or Herself, judging by your appearance, have for me? Li'l ol' me?"

"There is a great imbalance of energy within a region of the universe which I have populated with horses and other mythological creatures," God said. "I need you to act as my Eyes and Body to investigate it, as the imbalance is rerouting My control over it. Plus, I must keep My Eye on your galaxy here as it poses a great threat to my existence."

"So, God is on LSD? And is scared that we'll steal all of His followers on Twitter? How quaint." Erika shrugged her shoulders and sighed quickly, but God hit her once again. She scooted back in comical fear and trembled. "For a child you hit like a grown man! And I know how that feels, goddamn."

"Don't use my name in vain, please," God growled at her, still with the same grin on His face. "How would you like it if every time I hated something I cursed it using your name? It's like using some one's credit card to buy luxuries for yourself while the other gets jack diddly squat. It's just not fair."

"I'd be quite honored if someone thought I was valuable enough to steal my identity," Erika said, finding herself face down on the ground again, with God standing on her back, rubbing His smoking fist. "On second thought... I think I'll just shut up..."

"Now, I know you're up for the task, as you seem to be adept to solving mysteries," God said to her, as she managed to sit up once again. "I really do not wish to speak to you too much, but keep in mind I'll use your subconsciousness to speak to you. I'll be able to possess you and use your body for My own and your powers, and everything you see, I will see. You will literally become God."

"Sounds fun," Erika said, not sounding very much excited. "A vessel for a being like you? Talk about using someone's credit card..."

"I shall leave you with these guidelines: You are the Embodiment of Truth, Nothing you say will be a lie, There is nothing you cannot accomplish, You will uncover Truth."

"Fine, can't be more vague than that, I see," Erika replied, standing up as a portal to Equestria opened behind her. "But... before I go on some wild goose chase of a mystery I know nothing about for I God I've just met... Do you know Lady Bernkastel?"

God smiled, knowing that Erika knew what had happened to a certain extent. "Yes, I do."

"Is she the one who told You to call me here?"

"Yes, she is."

Erika laughed loudly, clapping her hands and jumping for joy. "A game with Lady Bernkastel, and I get to play the piece again! Whoo! I suppose this is her test to get me to curse her name, but little does she know... that'll never happen."

God turned away fro  Erika, holding back laughter. "You Witches never cease to amaze me. Given all that power and you doubt My Existence? Pitiful and pathetic. Humans are worth more to Me powerless than they are being as powerful as beings like you and Bernkastel. Remember that, Erika Furudo. Or shall I say... Truth?"

Gorgeous Design

Adagio couldn't help herself. The visuals illuminating her eyes as she gently rubbed herself up and down, her panties soaking wet but her body not yet penetrated. Had she done that, she'd certainly wake up Sonata and Aria, sleeping right behind her on a couch. She had become rather innovative with this task, as now instead of keeping the speakers turned down to the lowest it could go and have for her to still be able to hear it, she bought and extra pair of headphones, cutting off one of the speakers and keeping only one in her ear. Her right was better than her left, so she put the earphone in the left so that her right would easily be able to hear any movements or anything of the sort that may threaten to reveal her secrets of being an avid player of games of the erotic genre.

Crescent Sponge

The moon triumphed over the covers of clouds, the night was still young and the souls of the earth below were finally beginning to rest for their daily, or nightly, slumbers. All of this waiting and aching to return home and a thousand years was over. A thousand years was finally over.

But, which moon was Nightmare Moon sent to?

She looked to her wrist as if watching a clock progress in time, but the joke was on her as she possessed no clock. A thousand years surely had to have approached its end already, right? Or, was it due to the fact that time is so distorted in space that she should not be measuring with time at all, but rather the force of gravity protruding from this hunk of rock and its magnetic field?

If a second did not work, then she did not know what else, save omnipresence or omniscience or a mix of both, could possibly fare in her interest to be of any help to her now.

"Well, I got my wish," the old mare growled at her friend Skippy, who was lying next to her back hoof. "At least I have you, Skippy... perhaps I should just leap down to the miserable rock and hope for the best... though, I never really knew how I was getting down once my time was up anyway."

Skippy, in the mare's imagination, spoke to her in a blur of text so fast it overloaded the servers of her mind still running on a thousand year old dial-up. She took a few seconds out from her day to (partially) realize the rock had just coldly insulted her. Skippy was from the dark side of the moon, after all. Tom X9, a boulder claiming to be Skippy's senpai, said all the rocks from that side of the moon were cold and edgy. Of course. They were rocks. And taking that the moon rotated, every single rock had been on the dark side of the moon at some point or another. This made Nightmare Moon amazingly paranoid.

"I need to get off of this rock," she told herself aloud in the vacuum of space. She knew she was loud, but to be so loud she could be hear in the vacuum of space? That was pretty impressive. "Shut up, Skippy! You know nothing of me! Nothing! All those times I sat on you and your friends mean nothing! Absolutely nothing to me! Do you hear me?!"

Skippy gave her the silent treatment, sitting as still as a sitting duck sitting as still as a rock. For the first time in a thousand years, Skippy did not respond to her.

Ready Express

"Ready?"

I think I am. I've never been doped up before. Octavia's out of the house for a while, and I figured I may as well hang with Lyra for a bit. Lyra came here on something fierce, as she had just tried out this weird new drug floating around on the street and wanted to share it. She said it did something like complement the magic in our cutie mark or something esoteric like that. I didn't wanna do it at first, but when I thought about how sick of a beat I make while doped up to the heavens, I kinda screamed with excitement on the inside.

"You gotta promise me you won't tell Bob Bob."

I laughed at her as she seemed too cute while she was high. Her magic constantly covered her horn, and she was standing up on two legs like those "humans" she was always talking about. She sat down for me to set my head in her lap so she could assist me in ingesting the drug correctly.

"Now, Vinyl... I want you to know this... You're my best friend, so I saved the best hit for you! I want you to stay strong and remember your ABCs because when the giant anteater tries to rape you, he's gonna want it Greek-styled yogurt. Just tell him you're a vegetarian and get on to Candy Mountain with Charlie so that you can find the giant diamond and go super to stop the evil dude with the gay mustache. Can I trust you with this? Vinyl?"

I found that as my head lay in her lap and my mouth was open wide, waiting for her to drop the drug in so I could get the high I wanted, I feared somepony may see me while I'm out of it. What if Octavia saw me like this? What if a filly saw me like this? What if I got so high that I lost all control of my body and end up killing myself like an idiot? That'd have been terrible. And if this drug was as hallucinogenic as Lyra were making it seem, then I was in for a trip I could not ever dream of dealing with. Not that I had ever tripped before or anything. This was my first time.

I was ready to drop the idea, but Lyra dropped the shroom laced with DMT and magic and forced me to chew and swallow it. I panicked for a bit, until after about thirty seconds when I finally calmed down and saw the studio room suddenly get much brighter and more colorful. The lights nearly blinded me, so I tried to use magic to grab my sunglasses which were beside me, but my vision blurred so bad that it looked like everything was melting. Lyra turned into an alicorn "human" right before me and drifted deeply into an opening crevice which opened within the couch cushions.

I sat up, breathing hard and having broken out of the trip, but I was sweating as if I were bleeding, and the trip made it seem like it were so. I screamed out for Lyra to help me, but she was twirling in circles and singing a song that my ears could not hear... but it immediately was dubstep, and I instinctively head banged as if my life depended on it, and I could not stop. I tried to stand up to run to the bathroom, to splash some cold water on my face, but the darkness within the rooms stretched on infinitely and to me ran a beast of white skin and angelic pegasus wings, eight of those fuckers. It was not a pony, but pony in the legs and face, but not crazy enough to be a draconequus. For some reason, I felt obligated to approach it, which I did.

"Are you scared?" he asked me in a womanizing voice that made me melt on the inside like chocolate. I could see an eight pack stepping down his abdomen and his strong legs folded, as he did not use them to walk, as he just flew with two of his wings. "My name is Thadduciel. You can call me Ciel if you like. I will be your escort through the Ready Express."

"How did I get here?!" I cried out, trying to turn back, but I found that I was within a white corridor and chained to the ceiling with a spinning wheel that slowly pulled me in Thadduciel's direction. I was drowning in a fear I could not comprehend created by fear of not being able to comprehend what was happening. I could feel the shrooms attacking my body like fighting in a war, and I threatened myself I'd vomit, but Thadduciel, with a wave of a hoof, stopped me and sped up my mobilization to entering the dark room ahead of the white corridor which I called the "bathroom" when I was sane.

I did not know what the hell I was getting myself into to begin with, but with tears in my eyes, falling like a twig in Thadduciel's presence of a godly figure, I could not begin to match up with what I was witnessing on Lyra's part. But... I found that with all this fear, I harbored a deep infatuation of Thadduciel as well as being scared twice to death of him.

I failed to mention that large eyes covered his wings and his front legs, and that his entire being while it was white, radiated a pale gray light that still blinded my eyes. I could not imagine how such a being was born, and the fact I was not vomiting out of this weird love and hatred and fear I had for him was out of question.

The dubstep was still blasting into my head as Thadduciel spoke what he had originally told me over and over. I was getting closer and closer to the darkness, and as I was paralyzed, I could not look away or move in the least. I could not even think right! What in Faust was I doing here? Who the hell is Thadduciel? Why the buck am I in this situation, high as a kite and possibly not even having made it to the bathroom in the real world?

I don't mind a little visuals, but when it gets this intense, especially for my first trip, I was feeling like a child who was in their first day of school. Like a demon in the presence of an angel. Wherever that analogy came from... I don't know, maybe it was the drug speaking for me. In this situation, the drug was doing everything as it was basically raping me.

Ready Express

By Eris H. Discordia

Going out of it can get you into it later on.

In My World

The black rain poured, and the violet thunder roared through the sky as she ran helplessly through the roads, knocking on as many doors as she could to find a place to escape to. Nopony opened their doors for her, and nopony seemed to want to help her. She cried out for somepony to do something, anything. Silence from the ones around her locked in their homes, and despair falling from the sky.

"My deary, you shan't run any longer from me!" a voice called out to her.

She spread her wings and tried to fly, but her fears overtook her and she fell flat on her face, giving up the run and lying there in this one spot, motionless and emotionally broken. She felt him approaching her, and he pat her back with his claws.

"You cannot run from Chaos," Discord told her as he helped her stand. "I could have caught you at any time, but I found too much enjoyment in watching you struggle. On top of that, you never even made it out of the facility." Discord snapped his fingers, and the dark and stormy terrain around them

Slim Dusky

My name is Sonata. Sonata Dusk. I used to be part of the Dazzlings. We were a group of pretty lady equine sirens who sang to cause disharmony and fed off of the hatred which ensued because of it. It was fun... even though, I never liked to cause disharmony. I really did like seeing other people and ponies happy! It's just what I was... er... who I was. But that really doesn't matter.

B.4. Poe says I should write down everything that happened to me before I made it big as a rapper. I asked him where I should start, since A LOT has happened. Poe said I should start when I felt as though my real story began. What made me into what I am now. So, I guess that's exactly what I'll do! I have some notes in my "Box of Memories" that I wrote back then just in case something like this happened. But... I wrote most of it on used taco wrappers I got from begging for food. Here goes! I'll start writing about it right now!

Hi! My name is Sonata Dusk! I just got dumped by my girls, Adagio Dazzle and Aria Blaze. They said I was annoying and now that they couldn't sing anymore, they had no use for me. I never felt more sad in my life, and no matter how much I begged them if I could stay

Black Dragon's Hostel+

It had been a whole day week since Rarity got the call. This particular call which one breezy autumn day she could not ignore, as it may mean getting her fabrics and textiles out into the entire skirts of the country of Equis and more so the entire world. She had been called to bring her cloths and dresses to a facility in the Griffon Kingdom's Hippogriff state, the city of Gildorf. This city was relatively close to the border which separated Equestria and the Griffon Kingdom, so Rarity would not have to be too far in the country, as she heard how most of the far in griffons treated ponies. Also, with a name like "Hippogriff", Rarity surely did not have to feel as if she were too far away from home.

The call she had gotten was from

Duality

"Who are you? Are you...?"

Pinkamena, I am you. No more, no less.

"Why are you there? Shouldn't you be... I don't know... sharing a body with me?"

Pinkamena, do you understand what a subconscious mind is?

"Well, yeah... I do actually! Are you my innermost subconscious? I bet since you control my mind, you can do all sorts of things in there!"

Pinkie gasped in excitement.

"You could even throw the biggest, most fantabulous party ever! With no restrictions and unlimited cupcakes and you could even make it to all my friends and the entire world could be at the party! It would be so fun!!"

You'd think so, but it just doesn't happen in a snap. I'm your subconscious, therefore, I deliver your thoughts through the memories and imagination and senses you have made order of. You make it, and I look over it and send it back to you. Though, you work too fast for me.

"Ooo! How does that work? Is it like magic? Do you have a home in there? Or a work station? Do you send my thoughts by magic, electricity, or by a mailpony?"

Calm down for a bit! You don't understand. I am the suppressed personality of yours that had to reside after you started being who you truly wanted to be. We used to be one, but your subconscious ordered a thought in of itself and made you as a split personality. If anything, I'm the real Pinkamena, and you are the permanent split personality which has taken over my body... Not to make it sound bad or anything. Unless....

Oh... I'm... sorry... I didn't know what I was doing, I--!"

Don't hurt yourself over it. I'm fine. I get to sit here and relive all your memories every single day, and since we are sharing a body, I get to experience your life as it goes by! Heck, and when you dream, I'm the one who puts you to sleep, and the one who wakes you up. Only when we dream, do we ever become one being again.

Really?... You mean it? Is all of that true?

Yes, and I'm completely fine with all of that. I don't miss my old life, I don't get hungry, or thirst, and I don't ever get alone. I have the memories of you with your family, your friends, and all the adventures you have, and all your happiness! Your smiles, your frowns, your ups, your downs. You'd think we weren't two completely different beings at all.

But... I have a question... if we're one in the same, and you're so happy to be in there, why do you sound so sad?

Do I?

Well... yeah! You do! And, if I'm the one who's making you sad, I'd like to know how to stop it!...

Then Pinkie suddenly gasped.

You wanna be your own pony again! Don't you? But... I'm getting in the way... aren't I?

N-No! I wouldn't want to say something so horrible to you.

But... you've certainly thought of it. You're me. I know how you think.

Fine! Fine! I'll.... I'll tell you the truth... I wish to be my own being once again. Because like this I feel like a prisoner. Surely, I'm an inmate of the best prison in the universe, but no matter how much sunshine and rainbows you beam down on it, it doesn't make it any less of a prison... y'know?

Pinkie Cream Pie

Pinkie Cream Pie

The Creamiest Party Ever

By Eris H. Discordia

Written in honor of anypony who loves some sexy Flutterpie/Pinkieshy.:yay::heart::pinkiegasp:

Her soft exhales and tensing, shivering and her gripping on the sheets, and her arms stretched out ahead of her. Fluttershy bit her lip and tried to hold back her yelp of sexy excitement, but was unable as Pinkie's tongue ringed around in the top hat of whipped cream around Fluttershy's massive right breast; Pinkie's hand was groping the left with force enough to make the pegasus mare lightly lactate.

Fluttershy's moans and breaths escaped, and she opened her eyes to see Pinkie looking right at her, smiling as her mouth's suctions pulled upon her large breast, but the  suddenly let go with a pop and a string of saliva trailing down to the nipple from Pinkie's mouth, her beautiful curved lips, puckered up from kissing a wet nipple and dripping white from the lactation.

Fluttershy gasped and squealed after Pinkie had finished, exhaling and inhaling repeatedly in rapid bursts, until finally calming down. "Pinkie... you're so good at this..." Fluttershy said with an innocent lust in her tone, begging for more from her pink pony friend.

This had been going on for about a month. Ever since Fluttershy wanted to throw a party for the infamous bastard bunny Angel on his birthday, Pinkie and the pegasus were growing ever so closer and closer. That act of kindness drew Fluttershy into Pinkie's world, and the pegasus was entrapped in her bouncy enthusiasm, feeling a lust to obtain that same enthusiasm. Pinkie was ready to teach Fluttershy how to cheer as loud as she could, but Fluttershy was still holding it all back. The goal was to finally get her to be able to shout out her proclamations of approval.

Kittens

It was a dare, wasn't it? As Pinkie looked down to the squirming pool of kittens, possibly the worst case of animal cruelty she had ever seen, put into this situation because why? More like why not?, she could only find more reasons to smile than to be mad.

That was a fairly dark thought.

Pinkie needed to think this through a bit more.

"All you'll have to do is hop in and find the cupcake. Don't worry about it being crushed, we got it covered," Rainbow Dash told Pinkie while her arm was around her back. "Just think of it like this, it's protected by a glass bubble in a pile of kittens. Then, once you get it, you can enjoy it. Right?"

Besides the fact this may have been the worse idea ever. But, it wasn't like Pinkie to turn down what may be a bad idea, not that she'd be the one hosting them in the first place. Perhaps facing this with a smile was the way to go. Surprisingly, Twilight and Applejack were not here to be the possible voices of reason. Twilight: being a princess; Applejack: bucking trees. Rarity just so happened to be here because of a seemingly bogus claim that her cat wanted to watch this masterpiece of a performance. Fluttershy was here to make sure nothing bad happened to the kittens. Rainbow was here because she was the one who gave Pinkie the dare in the first place. And Pinkie was here because... well, she was the one doing the dare, correct?

"I'd have stopped this the moment I knew you both'd take this childish dare so seriously," Rarity said, petting her cat in her lap and turning away. She looked to her white fluffball of a feline companion and wondered what exactly was pleasurable about this to her. "When did you even find the time to do this, Rainbow Dash?"

Rainbow smiled and laughed, almost in a triumphant manner. "You can't possibly question how I did this so fast! Stray cats ain't hard to find 'round some parts of Ponyville, and I'd say I know of quite a few holes that could be used for a fairly good purpose like this."

"Good purpose?!" Fluttershy squealed in dissent. "You filled a dirty hole with baby kittens! If that isn't the most inhumane, terrible, disorderly thing I've had the misfortune of hearing having been done by a dear friend of mine--"

Rainbow put a hand to Fluttershy's mouth. "Relax, I got it all under control. Once she gets the cupcake, I'll pull her out and with my super speed I'll get the cats out before they get hurt. No biggie."

Thoughts began running through Fluttershy's head as to what could and possibly would go wrong. She fainted.

Rarity looked to Fluttershy as she lay on the picnic blanket, unconscious with a hot towel on her forehead. She then looked to Opal, who was licking her paws and still seeming as if she had not a care in the world other than what was going on right here, right now.

My Little Phunny: Friendship is [NOT] Abridged

My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic

***[ABRIDGED]***

Twilight stopped searching for the book she had sought for so long this dreaded hour of the day and looked around the corner to not find Spike trying in the least to help her. "Spike! You aren't masturbating again, are you?" she called out to him, and he immediately ran out of the kitchen where he was with a stacked sandwich in his hands

Dul'hakauphi

Rainbow Dash swooped down and held her front hooves down onto the freshly wet green grass in this fine early morning, illuminated by the heightening sun and the sky's belt of orange fading to a lighter blue from the blackish dark violet it used to be. Taking a deep breath after gliding freely so close to the ground, Rainbow Dash closed her eyes softly and let out an excitedly pleasant "Aw yeah!!!" catching the attention of the mail mare, Derpy, who was directly in front of her.

Derpy dropped the mail and ducked in fear, but Rainbow Dash showed her she needed not to fear as her control over flying this morning was unnaturally at its peak, better now than it had ever been before. She reeled around Derpy, folding her wings to her side and rolling aside, then unfolding one to catch the wind to pull her back to her original path, when she unfolded both wings and flapped them once. The dust and dirt rose from the ground as she rose herself to the sky. The path of dirt following her but being caught by gravity as it was far too slow to follow the insanely quick velocity and majesticness of Rainbow's flight.

Derpy stared into the sky, in awe of the grace being handled so properly with the speed which Rainbow held within her grasp like a trophy. Handled with the utmost care and surely distributed to the rest of the world as perfection in its very being, Rainbow cut through a cloud and stopped right above it, looking down through the hole she had forced through it, knowing fully in her mind what she wanted to do. But she would need more speed, and she would need to make the whip of a lifetime.

The Sun's Glare

The castle was dark, only illuminated by the moonlight shining through the open drapes in the long hallways, the light bouncing dimly to show a long shadow of the clouds passing over the moon. Fearless, the young unicorn filly, equipped with a single book she had "borrowed" from Celestia's personal library, scurried across the newly waxed floor and slipped and slid across the tile until scooting herself onto the red rug. She tripped and fell over lightly, gently nudging her head on the ground, ending up with her flank in the air.

Blushing, Twilight scrunched her nose and pushed herself back up, still holding the book with her magic. She ran ahead until getting to a single intricate hourglass-shaped vase, made of amethyst and adored with golden encrusted rings and a cloud of glittering small diamonds within the rings. Filling the vase were white roses. The vase of roses sat in the middle of the wall at the end of this long hallway. A mural of a village of flower ponies was behind the oak table which held the vase which held the flowering roses.

"All I gotta do is get back to my room and--"

It happened again. Another surge. Twilight teleported unwillingly onto the newly waxed floor and slid straight to the oak table. Unable to stop herself, and having dropped the book upon teleportation, the filly only saw the worse in what was going to now happen inevitably lest her body decided to have another random magic surge. But it didn't. And she was currently "screwed."

Hitting her head on the leg of the oak table, Twilight stopped and found herself flailing around in pain, repeatedly hitting the table in her raving fit of utter discomfort. The filly unicorn began to whimper, but surely this pain was something she could handle. Just as long as nothing else happened, and she got the book so she could sneak back to her room, everything would be fine.

"Twilight? Is that you in there?" Celestia's voice called out to her.

Well that kills everything.

Twilight knew there was no way she could run from here back to her room faster than Celestia.

Stalking Gold

I've been cutting my cards all day. I don't want my identity anymore. I want to go live away in the Griffin Kingdom or in Saddle Arabia to become a Sage of some sorts. Yeah, sounds uber nice, eh?

I could just grind up my cards in my new state of the art paper shredder that "cuts so good it can shave trees," or some shit like that... but I decided to use the scissors I was sent by Apple Bloom and her friends up in Ponyville. I wonder how they're doing... but soon it won't matter, I won't be living here in Manehatten anyway for much longer. I'm leaving this fucking hell and finding some place much more exciting and chaotic.

I have no friends here, my family up here's just a bunch of hymenized pussies bleeding at the sight of danger. Damn pricks didn't even want me to visit Bloom and Jackie and Mac in Ponyville cuz they claimed the trip was gonna be "dangerous." Way to cut the kids off, eh? I'm eighteen now, I could move out and use this new styling talent of mine to make a living out where I know it'll be appreciated.

I've heard that Griffin's feathers are styled more in one Griffin's style than in three ponies' manes, but I was told that by some pink bitch named "Silly Pomegranate" or something. Eh, she must be lying or trying to get me killed. I have no idea why though. She probably has some beef with somepony I know or somethin', but that's more of a "Rarity situation."

Though, Saddle Arabia seems like a smarter place to come to, mainly because it's a lot easier to access and still in Equestria, not halfway across the fucking world.... damn, Silly Pomegranate must really be trying to kill me! I thought I could trust her, she seemed like a nice pony, but she's evil as hell! Why would I even consider taking any advice of hers? Nearly gave myself a death wish to die for, quite literally, but I suck ass at these puns so I'll just stop 'em for now.

Right now, I should be getting ready to leave, but I'm just sitting here and cutting cards like I'm running from the police or something.

Bubbles and Balloons

"Pinkie... I... I don't wanna do this anymore," Derpy whined as the pink pony slid the band-aid over the opening lips of her vagina, sealing it shut. She was on her hands and knees on the bed, her face down and her flank up, her tail arching over her body to rub the top of her head. Pinkie was holding Derpy's tail up so that she could get a clear look at Derpy's anus. It was noticeably darker than the rest of her body, and she lightly tread her fingers of her free hand across its rim.

Ruby's Heart Orchestra

Maybe it was just another night for them.

"Cum for me, Tavi! One last push, girl! One last push!"

Octavia squealed in a steaming hot release of inner air trapped within her lungs. But she gripped the sheets and pillows with frustration as Vinyl shredded her vaginal canal and circled her fingers over her labia lips as if they were records to be scratched. "Da-damn!" Octavia cried out to Vinyl, who laughed almost in triumph and went down on her as if she were going for a prize to be achieved. "Vi-Vinyl!...St-staahh... Too... mu--"

"Get ready, Tavi! If you won't cum, I'll just have to force it out of you!"

Octavia grit her teeth and pushed Vinyl's head away, prompting the DJ Pon3 to reel back in an angry disgust for her recent action. "No! You're forcing it once again like it's some game with you!"

Vinyl scratched her head in confusion, beginning to button her shirt back up and rubbing at her sopping wet panties, still covering her crotch and not pulled down yet, most likely never to be for the rest of this dull night.

"That's just been you all week, no matter how hard we try, eh?" Vinyl growled at Octavia, who gasped at her cold remark. Vinyl ignored this and flopped down on the bed, her legs crossed together and her hands placing her headphones on her head and cutting on the MP3 player. It would be another night of escape for her, it seemed.

❤~RUBY HEART ORCHESTRA~❤

Octavia, now sitting up straight and crossing her arms in disappointment, looked to Vinyl, who was carefree as always. "Are you really doing that to me again at a time like this?" Octavia mumbled, smacking Vinyl's leg and snatching the headphones off of her. "Really Vinyl? Just... like, fucking really?"

Vinyl shrugged. "I don't even know what you're on, dude. One moment I'm loading into you when I know you're about to cum, when you just push me away! I should be asking you that same 'fucking really' now that I think about it, Octavia!" she rose her voice a bit at her, making Octavia reel back in surprise a bit.

Having to let that sink in, Octavia shook her head and began tearing up immediately. She covered her face with a single arm and turned away in embarrassment. "I... Vinyl, I...."

Vinyl sighed and began rubbing Octavia's shoulders to try and comfort her. "Tavi... please, just listen to me--"

"I've tried that a thousand times and it never fucking works, Vinyl!!" Octavia screamed at her, slapping her hands away. "You always try to turn our sex into some kinky, pornographic lust fest! Can't you just ask me what I want before you drag me into some kinky as shit pet play?!"

Vinyl was shocked, she gasped and scooted back from her partner, almost falling off the bed. "What? What the hell do you mean? You love those sessions? Or... do you?"

"It's the same thing over and over, like it's a game to you! Like I'm some record to be scratched!" Octavia cried, poking Vinyl in the chest and making her fall off of the bed. "You're making me feel like some inanimate fucking object!"

Vinyl had hit the ground headfirst, giving herself a bloody nose, much to her dismay. "Aahh, shit!" she grumbled, trying to touch her nose but receiving an unholy shock of pain that nearly tranquilized her entire body. "What the hell was that for, Octavia?!"

Celestial Pie

Celestia rose the sun with confidence today. She smiled to the newly illuminated sky and spun around after waking the multitude of animals which rose too from their summer to instinctively act upon their naturally set actions for this day. To be in such order and harmony brought a warm fuzziness to Celestia's heart which she melted into as she yearned for that feeling every morning. It made the rest of the day worth it to live for.

But there was something special about today that took her heart to a new feeling. This burning feeling was, of course, Desire.

Just One More Night

She cornered her, spreading her wings to make herself seem larger so that escape seemed like a hopeless dream for her. This Nightmare Night's mare happened to be dressed up tonight like a changeling. Rainbow Dash was fairly aroused by this. She placed a hand on the wall which this scared mare was cornered to and felt her crotch area.

"Damn," Rainbow Dash gasped as the skin tight leather Shadowbolt suit dug deep into her pussy, its wetness dripping like a faucet not turned completely off. This faucet was running a demon which Rainbow never knew she had.

Savior

Edward had already sat down in his bed to enjoy the rest of the reheated lasagna dinner from yesterday. He looked out his window, right beside his personal desktop, to see the lit skyline of the city right outside the apartment. A bustling city, one of life, one of entertainment, one of endless possibilities, so many different people, activities, foods; one could say this city would be impossible to get bored of. But Edward was. He'd been living here for seventeen years and nothing ever really changed for him.

It made it no easier that he looked so much like a baby faced girl. He sounded the part and looked it. His short brown hair, long bangs nearly covering his eyes, which were larger than most other boys younger than his and a light sky blue. Even his lips were shaped a bit like a girl's, and it was hard for him to hide his blushes as he pursed them in frustration.

He'd loved to mention how he was in fact a bit sporty, but wasn't "man" enough to join teams in his high school. What sports did he like? Volleyball and track. That particular combination only made him more of a girl.

But, that was maybe one thing he loved about this city. The teens at his school may have not liked who he was, but he knew a lot of people that did:

Jessica Matthews, the kooky ukulele-playing sweet-loving girl from Floor 3, right above him in this apartment building. She and Edward had been friends since the seventh grade, during an intense one-on-one volleyball match between them. To be a girl with her peculiar chubby size, she really knew how to play a good game of volleyball. The only difference between her and Edward was that she actually joined a team. From middle to high school, she remained on the volleyball team. She was obsessed with keeping her weight in check, but never wanted to give up her sweet and succulent chocolates. It was a fun conflict which Edward loved to witness Jessica go through.

Hero, a guy who worked around the corner as a cashier at a submarine sandwich place. Edward met him a few summers back during the summer of his freshman year to apply for a job at the same place. Hero recommended him, and Hero trained him.

Rhinoceros Lotus

The new siren screamed in horror, she looked in the mirror which Aria secretly kept in her jacket. All of their clothing and belongings were scattered across the ground after the three had fused. She had a light pale skin color with a deathly pale pink hair style that was in blunt bangs and two ponytails which ends were separated in two and twirled around one another like DNA... or Ebola. Her eyes were and orangish red in her left, and a golden yellow in her right. She found herself fairly shorter, about a good 4' 6½", but her bodily proportions were 80 cm around the chest and as her body shape was a pear, her hips were widened as well. She threw the mirror down and jumped up to her feet, not noticing her star shaped ruby necklace showing the return of her vocal prowess. She ran to the edge of the barrier and tried to break through, but the fusion must not have been over yet. She closed her eyes and sat back down in the middle of the magic circle which she had drawn as Adagio when they, as in the sirens, were as their own separate beings.

"What went wrong?" Sonata asked Adagio as they stood naked in the darkness of their conjoined minds. "Ooo! I can remember the time you masturbated after meeting Applejack!"

Adagio tried to punch Sonata in the face, but as they now were not physical beings anymore, neither of them could touch one another. "You shut up, goddammit! I can't believe we didn't expect this to happen!"

Everypony Hates Applebloom

When I was in times of need, there were three things I would run to: Friends, Family, Fritter.

Cousin Apple Fritter was one of those ponies you could spend all day with. Sure, she wasn't part of my immediate family, but she was still there nonetheless. From playing with the dogs, to helping raise a barn, Fritter could do it all. She even challenged my sister Applejack to an apple fritter eating contest, and won. Now, I wasn't really as surprised as I ought to have been, cuz y'know, her name is Fritter for Luna's sake, but I didn't see how much that tore up my sister.

Taking pride to her head, Applejack constantly tried to beat Fritter, but always came up short when they would compete. I always thought it was a waste of money, and moreso a waste of time. And on top of that, I'm pretty sure we were closer to going bankrupt from eating all of produce than Applejack and Fritter were to sugar diabetes.

My main concern was if Applejack could even function knowing she has lost something. And she ain't really the type to let stuff go. I remember this one time at a fair...

Applebloom ran to Applejack to pull her to a stand where one would have to pop a balloon with a small pin in order to win a stuffed plushie. There was a dragon, an alicorn, and a can of beans. Wanting so bad the alicorn, Applebloom begged her sister to try and win it for her. Putting down a bit to play, Applejack won pretty easily.

"Ooo! Can I get the alicorn now?" Applebloom cried in excitement.

"Yeah, bring us down that alicorn right there," Applejack said.

Umineko no Naku Koro Ni: Seekers of Truth

The Witch of Truth walked through the portal and stepped onto a soft, furry back. "What the--?" she pondered as she found herself to be standing upon a Manticore. "Oh... well, I see..."

The Manticore was sleeping, and Erika was careful as to not wake it up, so she stood completely still. "Oh my god..." she whimpered, trying to look for a way to bring herself down from the sleeping beast. "If I try to escape from either side, I may be mangled and torn to shreds, or pierced by a poisonous tail-dick... Damn..."

What are you doing? Get down from there!"

"That's what I'm trying to do, you knucklehead!" Erika whispered angrily as she nearly fell, but quickly caught her balance. "You're the one who opened the portal here! It's your fault I'm stuck here!"

Yeah, blame me because my powers don't work well on that side of the universe.

"But they should be working everywhere! You're like... God! Isn't there a saying about you that you can do anything and everything! You made a world of colorful, magical ponies, but you can't get me down from a lion-scorpion?! What the flying fuck?!" Erika nearly cried aloud, but she lowered her volume.

I thought I told you that my Omnipotence doesn't work like it should on that side of the universe.

"Speaking in lamest terms, yes, you did."

Tartarus Redemption

She remembered the day she first saw that girl. Reading the books nopony else cared to even look at in the room they pitifully called the "Library". There was no real reason for any of them to want to read in the first place. She had to tell her.

She approached her, no fear, no hesitation was shown anywhere in her still posture. "Hey," she said, taking a good look at the book she was currently reading. "'The Star Swirl Codex'? Uh... You're the new girl, ain't ya?" Her country accent was strong, and distracting. "Look, Ah don't know why ya think these here books are gonna do you any good. Those who come to Tartarus come for life. Readin' them books tell ya about what it's like on the outside, and that puts hope in that brain o' yer's. Hope of freedom ain't nothing but a pipe dream in these here lands, ya hear?"

The reading girl said nothing in reply, she merely looked up at the one questioning her and soon got back to reading. Her stare gave her a shake, and it was calm but fierce. Like staring into the sun.

"Ah just wanna tell ya this: Ah came up here my first day too, and Ah'll tell ya, Ah was mighty disappointed to find nothin' but books about freedom and livin' life to the fullest. Ah wanted nothing but freedom in those early days, nothing but to get back out to the farm and help out mah family as much as Ah could... Ah thought readin' books about farm life would help cure mah home sickness, but in fact, it just made it worse. Ah could only think--"

"Did you try the tragedy section?" the girl interrupted her, glancing up at the other woman and back to her page, which she swiftly turned. "'Applelette' is a good story, well, a tragic one about losing hope in your family members and fighting for superiority among them. Surely, if you wanna read something that is a tragedy, that's a soft place to start. This 'Star Swirl Codex' is a fairly tragic tale too, but I'm afraid it's taken at the moment. I could get it to you in thirty minutes or less."

The other

Fingers

She knew why she was feeling so down and out of life so often now. And the fact was, it made her sad to know it was true. As the winter snow and the cold breezes masked her with hopes of the coming spring and nothing but her yearning for the sun's warmth filling her head more than she had the cups of hot chocolate she was making to escape the cold as she sat alone in her fire-warmed home, Sunset sometimes found herself eagerly waiting at the door, clad in her winter gear and holding a shovel, waiting for the time to come where the entire community would be outside of her door, wrapping up winter and requesting that she helped them do it as well.

But there was no Winter Wrap Up here. Winter did the natural thing and wrapped itself up. It took a couple of months here, and not just a week or so. It pained her to think about it, as it reminded her only of the life she used to have. How easy would it be to go back, how easy would it be to just give up this world for the next. But she had already left a place she could call home. She left that place and had made new friends, developed a new life, got used to this brand new lifestyle. She knew very well what her past was, and she wanted to leave those memories behind, as those painful memories shall not define who she was anymore.

But there was something about

HappyのBukkake

She already had bags under her eyes, and was exhausted more than an overused joke, coming straight from a party Pinkie Pie had planned, prepared, and put on for her since today was her birthday. Her legs quivered and her body shook, from the exhaustion and the difficulty to keep herself standing through the long walk home. It was nearing night, the sun was already halfway below the horizon, the night began that beautiful change from light blue, to orange, to blue again but even darker. She yawned while opening the door, set on falling asleep the moment she walked through the door.

Fluttershy could not help but scream in horror when she saw the long line of erect stallion penises staring her right in the face when she came home this day.

I Still Can't See A Fucking Thing

The night was nothing but a darkened cloudy grey blur with massive droplets of white descending to the deep abyss of whatever was below the clouds of their settlement in the sky. Snowdrop awoke from her slumber and turned over after hearing the deep bass of the voice of Zeus calling forth the thunder and throwing it down to the same deep abyss. Snowdrop squeaked, trying to call for her mother in the fear of the thunder and lightning, and she scrambled out of bed to run for her door. Caught off guard by the thundering booms, she was too shaky-legged to keep herself straight and ended up crashing into a wall.

Her eyes were flooded with tears and the eternal darkness which she was cursed to see would be forever accompanied by her current fear of the sky. "I... I just want this horrible night to end..."

The night was her friend. The darkness was always with her. It reminded her of Princess Luna.

"I... I w-want Princess Luna..."

Snowdrop crawled away from the door, bent on hiding under her bed, but a hoof planted onto her tail to prevent her from going any further. She froze and began trembling, covering her face in terror. "Pl-please don't hurt me!!" she cried out in a weakly frail whisper. "I'll... I'll do anything! Even gouge out my eyes! It's... it's not like I'll need them."

Snowdrop heard a familiar giggle.

"How amusing for you to offer such a thing to us," the voice said, and Snowdrop immediately found it to be Luna. She got up and ran to Luna to hug her, while Luna bent over to accept the hug and to nuzzle Snowdrop. "How art thou this lovely night?"

Snowdrop let go from the hug and sighed deeply, blushing as well. She did not want to tell Luna how this night had her shaken and terrified. How the thundering lightning seemed to be a beast out to "get her." She shook her head and just replied, "I want you, Princess Luna. That'd make the night even better."

Princess Luna blushed and slightly reeled back. "What need would thou have with us? We see that you have quaintly found thouself upon this cold wooden floor in place of that bed which thou have. That'd obviously suggest that thou art scared, taking the bed is fairly closer to the window than this floor is. Thou saw it as a refuge, hm?"

Snowdrop gasped slightly and grew even more embarrassed. "B-but... Luna... the storms are so scary. I can feel the house shaking! I can hear the thunder and the wind as if they are right here in my room and I can't even see to make sure! I... I can't see anything but darkness... and that's why I love the night. That's why I love you. They tell me you are a dark mare with dark fur... that you contrast so perfectly with your sister, I want that same blessing as you, Luna! I want that same blessing it takes to see it too, even more."