Feelings

by Mindpalace

Rating: teen
Tags: Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Doctor Whooves, Romance, Octavia, Derpy Hooves, Crossover, DJ P0N-3
Length: 1749

Love is beautiful, tragic, fun, scary, a drug and rehabilitation, and everything in between. Some crave it, some despise it, some see it as a gift, others a curse. But no matter what, it's always the most powerful thing in the world.

Love is beautiful, tragic, fun, scary, a drug and rehabilitation, and everything in between. Some crave it, some despise it, some see it as a gift, others a curse. But no matter what, it's always the most powerful thing in the world.

Series of short stories I have floating around in my head. Will add to this from time to time.

Published 2015-11-29 01:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-12-08 10:08:46 UTC

Smooth vs Rough

In possible meaning of the word, Applejack and Rarity were opposites.

Where one loved complexity, the other was comfortable in simplicity. Where one required cleanliness, the other relished in sweat and mud. Where one had attention to detail, the other saw the big picture. Where one was delicate, the other was hardworking. If anypony where to compare them, they would be hard-pressed to find any similarities.

And yet, they were inseparable.

The two mares had began dating on hearts and hooves day last year, much to the delight of their friends, and had since been in a beautiful relationship, each loving the other with all their heart

Each of their friends had their own theories as to how they loved each other even with their differences. Pinkie was content with, "That's just how love works, silly!" Fluttershy believed that, "Love can overcome any obstacle." Rainbow Dash stated that, "That's Just how awesome love is!" Twilight said, "It's a known psychological phenomenon that opposite personalities attract."

"Applejack, darling?"

"Yea, Rarity?"

"Why do you think we love each other so much?" asked Rarity. "We have so many differences after all."

Applejack thought for a moment. It was true, she and Rarity had little in common. She put her hoof to her chin, then figured out her answer.

"I think it's gotta do with our personalities."

"How do you mean, dear?"

"Have ya ever rubbed yer hoof across something rough, like some wood er somethin?"

"Well, I have, once or twice, when I'm at the barn. Why do you ask?"

"What's the feelin ya get when your smooth skin rubs across the rough wood. Feels good, right?"

Rarity imagined the feeling now, the wood irritating her skin. " Yes, I suppose it does. It irritates my skin, but a good sort of irritate."

Applejack nodded. " I think it's something like that."

Rarity smiled an kissed Applejack gently. " I suppose your right."

The two mares smiled and shared another kiss. Celestia, they loved each other so much. They stood there for a moment, enjoying the peace that came with being alone with each other.

Seconds In Eternity

" I guess its up to your to make sure they don't."

Starlight let the scroll go. But as the scroll dropped, as Spike caught it, the rip in it tore all the way. It began to glow, and then it exploded in a flash of white.

When Starlight opened her eyes, she saw the desolate wasteland Twilight had shown her earlier. She looked around, then saw Twilight and Spike, trapped in a giant gem.

Hm, Twilight from one timeline, us in another. She readied her horn. It would be easy enough to break her out.

Nothing.

No magic came out of her horn. The explosion must have messed with my magic. What was she going to do? Without her magic, she would never be able to get Twilight and Spike out of the gem, and she couldn't reverse time, with the scroll frozen Spike's claws.

Starlight sunk down next to the gem. She had caused this. This was her fault. Because of her, she and Twilight and Spike would be stuck in this alternate timeline forever.

She then realized that that was all the time she needed.

Starlight stood up. She didn't have enough magic to undo the gem, after all it had been designed to contain an alicorn. But...

Starlight focused. She channeled all her thoughts into a single idea.

She slammed her horn onto the gem, breaking it.

A magic light engulfed her. She had cast a time spell, one that would prevent her from aging, from dying. She would never be able to use her magic again, but the horn was useless anyway.

She reared her hooves and struck at the gem.

Again and again, she struck. Over and over. She struck until her hooves hurt. Whenever she felt like giving up, she would look at Twilight, and she would start again.

She began to tell a story.

"In a far away place, there's this rock."

Two Days Later

"Its a rather large rock..."

Six Months Later

"It takes an hour to climb over..."

Three Years Later

"And an hour to go around..."

Fifty Years Later

"Every hundred years..."

One Hundred Years Later

"A little bird comes to sharpen its beak."

Two Hundred Years Later

"When the bird has sharpened its beak..."

One Thousand Years Later

"And the mountain is gone..."

One Million Years Later

A crack appeared on the gem.

"A single second in eternity will have past."

I Wub you

It was a peaceful night in Ponyville. It was a few hours after Luna had raised the moon, and, with the stars by its side, it was shining its heavenly light on the sleeping inhabitants below. It was quiet, and if somepony were to wake, they would hear nothing but the sweet, mysterious ambience of the night. But nopony woke. Every light in every house was off.

Every house except one.

This house, isolated from the rest of the town, was unique. It was split in half, each side with differing design. The left side had a standard red stone wall. The garden had a expertly cut hedge in the shape of a musical note and a mailbox. The roof, a beautiful yellow, had black organ pipes protruding from it, tipped with royal gold. The right side lacked these accessories, and had a purple stone wall instead of the classy red of the left side. The roof was a dark brown, and there were notes carved into the wood supports.

The interior sides of the house was even more contrasting then the exterior. The left side was clean and orderly, containing an ornate wooden chair with a velvet cushion and a polished wood coffee table. The right side, on the other hand, was messy and wild, sporting a purple couch with an electric design and stickers on the support beams.

Each side had a mare, both reflecting their respective sides. Vinyl Scratch, resident DJ, had a white coat, an electric blue mane, headphones, and a love for dubstep. Octavia Melody, royal cellist, had a gray coat, a combed black mane, a collar and bow tie, and impeccable skill with the cello. Both mares looked at each other and smiled.

Octavia began to play a melody. It was soft and delicate, barely audible. The cellist handled her instrument with grace and passion, with a look of concentration on her face.

She was soon joined by Vinyl. The DJ pushed a button on her turn table with her hoof and it lit up, playing a quick electric beat. Contrary to her partners concentrated look, Vinyl had a relaxed smirk on her face.

The music began to speed up, building in intensity. As the music grew, its composers began to be swept up in it, one head swaying, the other bobbing.

The music grew faster and faster, nearing its edge. It seemed to take on a life of its own, evolving and growing.

Just before the the final note, right before the final drop, Octavia stopped. Seeing this, Vinyl hit the pause button on her turn table.

"Vinyl?"

"Yea, Tavi?"

"Do you love me?"

Vinyl smirked. "I wub you with all my heart."

Octavia smiled. "Your puns are terrible."

"I know."

"I love you too."

And with that, the beat dropped and the song came to an end.

Wibbly Wobbly Love-y Dove-y

It was a beautiful day, the snow bearing down on the inhabitants of Ponyville. All around ponies were chatting as they milled about. It was a beautiful winter, and everywhere one looked there were signs of this, from the festivities ponies had put up in preparation for Christmas to the hot chocolate stands present for ponies to fight away the cold. It was a merry day, and everypony was happy.

Almost everypony.

Derpy wiped her eyes with her hoof, drying the tears that were present there. She was at her house in the outskirts of Ponyville, huddled on her couch, crying softly. Earlier, when she was on her way home from the bakery, she had been mercilessly teased by bullies, as she always had been. She tried to ignore it, as she usually did, but it was getting harder, and the words got to her. She sniffled, got up, made some hot chocolate and huddled back down on the couch, this time with a blanket.

Derpy longed for an escape. She longed for an adventure. She sighed, as she remembered the last adventure she had been on many months ago. She had seen sights across time and space that would leave even the princesses in awe. It was on these adventures she had learned to love a certain madpony and the wooshing sound his amazing blue box made.

That beautiful wooshing sound. With her eyes closed, she could almost hear that sound now. That sound that always signified the start of an adventure. She had fallen in love with that sound, just as she had fallen for the pony that owned the box that made it.

Wooosh Wooosh. That amazing, amazing sound.

Thud

She opened her eyes, no longer crying, and smiled. That sound wasn't her imagination.

The Doctor was waiting for Derpy inside the TARDIS. When she entered, they greeted each other calmly.

"Hello, Miss Whooves."

"Hello, Doctor."

They stared at each other for a moment. Then, unable to keep up the charade, they both grinned wildly and ran to each other and hugged.

"Ah, its good to see you, Derpy," said the Doctor as he ran his hoof through Derpy's yellow mane.

"I missed you, Doc." Derpy pulled back slightly. "I missed you so much."

Derpy looked at the pony in front of her. She loved his spiky mane, his goofy grin, his clever mind, his cute bow tie. She loved everything about him so, so much. With all these thoughts, and them already hugging, she couldn't help herself.

She kissed him.

She had planned the kiss to be a quick one, but, caught in the intimacy of things, she locked his head in place with her hoof and deepened the kiss. If the Doctor was counting, he would note that it lasted a whole 22 seconds.

Of course, the Doctor wasn't counting. His head, usually filled with so many thoughts at once, was only concerned with the beautiful, wonkey eyed mare who had her lips pressed against his.