The short tales of equestria

by mrmidnight

Rating: teen
Tags: Princess Celestia, Anthro, Main 6, Big Macintosh, Sad, Original Character, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Equestria Girls
Length: 4977

diffrent stories telling tales about equestria finest

different tales given telling about the lives tragedies of those in Equestria never perfect simply sad.

https://youtu.be/HYa4K8ypmes reading by myself

Published 2016-12-13 01:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-01-19 15:51:27 UTC

Papa loved mama

Hi, there guys My names Scootaloo. Most of you know me, well you also know I don't have parents I'm basically an orphan, well I guess most of you wonder how it happened. It's a rather long story, though I think I'll tell you guys.

Papa, was a big stallion, even bigger than big mac, he was an earth stallion my mama was a pegasus, I got more from her, then my dad heck most wouldn't realise that He was my Papa unless they looked into my eyes we shared the same eyes, His name was Cart Driver. His special talent had been he could pull carts and trollies for miles nonstop, He could go for days without taking a break only stopping for bread and water. He'd drove a cart around nearly all his life He took care of us.

It did drive my mama crazy being a cart pony wife. Always told me she needed more to hold than a telephone or a scroll sent by a dragon, Though Papa would call her each and every night, just to make sure I and she was ok, he cared for us so much. Though she would confirm that we were doing great and not to worry much and come back safely, I smiled some when She'd passed it over and allowed me to wish him a good night I heard his laughter and smiles, saying he'd be back, even said he'd help me catch a cutie mark, joked saying he'd let me take the cart out for a swing, calling me his daredevil.

It simply starts when papa hanged up and when that happened mama would be gone again, That was the thing about mama she was a looker, and Celestia how she shined it was amazing she was a glimmer to most she was just the most majestic looking mare in the town, giving even Sweetie Bells sister a run for her money.

Now most would never think much from papa, but he was a good stallion, but he had a jealous side to him, he didn't want stallions looking at mama, or flirting, I remember when I was even smaller some stallion grabbed and felt mama flank up just for a moment and mama, laughed it off, thinking it was an accident. The thing was Papa didn't take to kindly to that, nearly tore the boy's head off.

The thing that was worst Papa loved Mama, But Mama loved stallions. She'd leave me home for hours, It'd sometimes be late in the morning I'd hear the front door open and Mama walked in her clothes messed up her face red and a strange grin I'd never understand what was going On mama never told me what she did so late in the night. I'd never ask.

Though I guess it was bound to happen that much I'd guess,Well it was bound to happen and one night it did Papa came home and it was just me. He had a dozen roses and a bottle of wine. It really seemed like he was lookin' to surprise us he was doin' just fine I heard him cry for Mama up and down the hall. That was when he called out to me;

"Scootaloo where's your mama?"

I simply responded;

"She said she was going out at a bar, wanting to make some new friend's while you were gone."

That was when I heard the bottle break against the bedroom wall and he was running down the stairs, he was mad. His eyes blazing with burning heat, as he muttered;

"Go to bed Scootaloo, I'm getting your mama."

I looked surprised that was when he went outside hitching his cart up and began driving out as fast as he could, I heard a loud explosion behind him, it matched almost what rainbow dash had done when she was performing her Sonic rain boom, I never understand how he did something like this, even with the cart on his back to increase his speed.

I never saw Mama again, though The paper the next day told all that happened

Cart driver rig buried in the local motel
It seemed in the dead of night Cart Driver wife,
Sham rock had been caught in the hotel with another stallion
The desk clerk said he saw it all real clear
It seemed cart Driver never hit the brakes and he was shifting gears.

Now it is Papa had always loved mama, but it seemed to be that Mama loved stallions just a bit more. Now papa's in the pen Mama's in the graveyard. I ended up staying home most think I'm an orphan not really wanting to talk about what happened with my parents saying it was an accident and they both died when Papa crashed, though it isn't true every so oftenI visit papa, but he doesn't say much but he does make sure i promise never to hurt or cheat on my special pony and to remember that he would always love mama

Author's Note

Hey guys I really hope you enjoyed this little tale and try and have a great day

Saturday night special

Saturday night special

My name is Big Mac, Normally You'd never hear me speak, when I was younger you'd hear an 'Eeyup', Or an 'Eenope'. Though really After the last few years, and more growing my life has changed, though really My life hadn't started out the way I wanted to. In truth I never really lived, Sure I had a home and a family. The thing is, all that had changed back a few years back.

A fire had broken out at Sweat apple Archer's, It tore through the place. My home, my sisters, and Granny died in the fire somehow though I'd managed to survive it, barely without a scratch sure there, still, the scars over my neck, but those are easy to cover by the Horse Tack that's been around my neck since I'd been a kid.

The problem was, I had nothing No family, No home nothing. everything I had back then was gone. Little Apple bloom was lost, Too young they always are. She'd just discovered her dream her wish to help people, build them to what they felt would be their destiny. My other sister, The strongest of us all AppleJack, Stubborn as a mule I'd sadly been forced to watch her suffer, her cries, her scream. As she'd been burned alive.

Granny, She'd always told me that she'd die in that house, well she got her wish. Though with it, left me Alone with nothing, Sure Applejack's Friends helped me some, I've been staying over at their place. The thing is I'm unable to sleep, there was nothing left for me. The closest people I'd have was gone. The work, I'd spent all my life was lost, I'd given up my chance for College to follow, farm life.
There was nothing left, for this Farm boy... What could I do?

Tonight it was Saturday, and here I was a six-foot-three man, moving down the street's of the old town, looking around seeing the bleak nothingness, of our dying town. The lights burning, barely the street lights going, though, What more was there.
I showed no tears Dad had knocked those out told me a man, never needed to cry and the truth was, I still had some fear of the man even in his grave, Applejack never know him as much as I had.

There it was when I passed by the Neon sign, flashing over causing my head to turn at that moment to get a better look over at it.
It simply read, to me: 'Flim Flam pawn shop.' I'd remember them, bastards had tried taking the farm, though we'd scared them away a long time, though for the most they quit hunting for them and opened a pawn shop. There didn't seem like much for the place, though heard rumors about the place, hearing they were cheapskates giving the lowest they could on things,

The neon sign simply said, 'Saturday Night Special.' This more than anything caught my attention than anything. I'd heard from others that Flim Flam Brothers sold stuff Cheap on this night but only if you were twenty-one maybe fifteen if you lie.
There was also, a saying I heard from pa, who spoke about brokers, I never understood why that bit came to me, I never really listened much though he simply told me;

"A broker in any pawn shop will Deal in almost anything. He'll Deal in almost anything, and He'll pay for your misery or sell the pain of others towards you just as long as each pays a good price."

He even said that there always a greedy twinkle in their eyes saying your loss will simply be his pain.
Though another thought came into my mind, and so I walked towards the building and soon entered, the ringing echoed through the whole building it seemed like I was the only one in there till I notice someone standing in the corner I was a girl, No a woman It was hard to see her through the shadows though I could tell her marble grey hair, covering one eye and a tear's running down her cheek, she seemed like she was too afraid to come out.

Though for the moment I ignored, her soon heading to the front of the desk. That was when I saw it, right there on the table, It was a simple Colt, A model 1911 to be precise, just laying there rather old for the truth, though it seemed familiar, though for a moment I notice something.
There was initials, C.A they looked familiar, though shaking my head once I heard his voice;

"Now what Might I do for you, good sir?" Looking up I saw Flim, maybe it was flam, really I didn't care, simply looking down at the pistol, and simply asked;

"How much for the gun?"

"Well my good man, Mind if I call you that? Oh well, This gun here is a very special one and fine taste if I might say so myself, see this was owned by an old Outlaw by the name or Crab Apple."

Shaking my head, hearing that name, Should have known it was him. The old man, even dead Pa could never leave me Alone. My expression never changed soon looked back up towards the Con artist the broker, simply said;

"How much for it?" Eyes never changing right then though looking over as I saw the twinkle in his eyes;

"Well how this, I'll sell this perfectly fine gun, even freshly cleaned Did it this morning for about, One-hundred and fifty, I say."

The broker really grinned though thinking for a moment, soon closing my eyes as I, though;

'Should I? Would it be worth it?' Though soon my eyes opened up again and simply said;

"Fine but on one condition, Throw in one bullet, and You've got a deal."

There seemed to be all it took to sway the man, as he chuckled;

"Fine then you have a deal, then."

Guess the stories of Brokers where true If someone was gonna die well the broker at a pawnshop won't even blink an eye. Though I nodded and handed him the very last of my money all I had left really. Flim, I guess handed the gun right over towards me. Then I turned getting ready to leave. The woman in the back, who sniffled more, headed up towards the man. Right then when I was about to leave, the plan I had, I was gonna use that bullet, End my life nothing hard, really what more did I have left, everything I knew was lost. So really there wasn't much left.

I was almost towards the Door, that was when I heard Him say it;

"This Ring nothing but Junk, So hows this Seven Bit's and Nothing more."

Hearing that grin coming from his voice, Even I knew there his Dollars wasn't making sense, as I took in a deep breath and snapped my head back;
"Sir what was that."

My hand Reached over towards my pocket, the same holding the very same gun he'd just sold me, the one with a bullet ready in the chamber;

"I said Seven Bit's, And nothing more, why yah need to know that Sir."

It would've taken him a moment, to make a realization, from my ice cold stare. Then where my hand was. He knew the gun was there, though what he didn't know was I wouldn't use it on him. I'd never leave my pocket that's for sure;

"I gotta ask you this, Sir. How much do you think your life is worth?"

Then right there, the cash register opened up faster, than a blink of an eye, and for a simple golden wedding band, He paid two-thousand one hundred and fifty more.

Smirking more, I and the lady walked out of the pawnshop, She stayed close by me, I'd later found out her name was Marble, kind girl, Also had found out her husband left her for some, chick he met on the internet. Really I guess for the most part we were lost soul's standing out there.

That Saturday night special, wasn't special even though it wasn't planned. As we walked down the sidewalk, she reached taking my hand soon crossing over a bridge and looking down at my other hand where the gun was.

My Father Crab Apple his name. He'd been a thief, a cheat, and a woman/child beater, though tonight. His gun, something that caused pain and horror on other, it'd almost ended my life. But instead, it did something else. Even his advice about pawn brokers was true also. I looked over it one last time, right before looking over at the lake, and with that, I gripped it tight. Tossing that thing as far as I could in it, watching while it sailed through the air. Vanishing in the darkness. I looked over towards Marble, I smiled giving a bit of the southern charm and said;

"Ever been each Appaloosa?" Her eyes soften even the tears leaving her then as she spoke softly towards me.

"You know I think I'd love it there."

Oh yes, That Saturday I would forget neither of us did and I even heard more rumors about that pawnshop. They weren't bad the only thing that I heard was this;

"You can't buy a Pistol there, You can't hock your wedding ring."

Repeting the nightmare

Pinkie sat in front of rainbow dash a smile on her face as she watched she sits in front of a table a cupcake in front of her

"Have a cupcake Dashie."

She muttered As Dash gave a smile and soon motioned overtaking the cupcake in hand looking over and with it took a bite, Rainbow dash never noticed the small tear moving down her face.

"Pinkie what did you put in this." feeling herself slowly swooning wearing out, as it wasn't long before she felt herself passing out on the table all alone, as Pinkie pie lean's in whispering.

"I'm sorry dashie I really am." and soon began picking her up slowly taking the rainbow mare down to the basement ready for the horror that would soon begin.

It wasn't long before Rainbow dash would awake looking over to see Pinkie pie standing in the corner soon screaming out to her.

“Pinkie what are you doing!”

Screamed Rainbow dash looking towards Pinkie pie, the fear In her eyes. As she watched the pink mare walked towards her slowly, Dash’s body strapped to the table, as she was crying her body tied down with restraints, she couldn’t use her wings, as they felt broken.

“I’m sorry dashie, I’m so sorry but I have to do this.”

Pinkie stated, her main deflated slowly fear in her eyes as she walked over to a desk, which was covered up a sense of fear, and hopelessness
in the pink mare’s eyes, as she was forced to watch her friend, being forced onto the table and the horror of what she would have to do next. Though never knowing the truth why it was that she was doing this. The moment came over as she began slowly uncovering the table. There she began slowly, uncovering the table revealing an assortment of Sharp blades. Each moving down in a straight line.

“What do you mean you have to do this? And what’re you going to do with those!”

The fear getting closer, her eyes slowly dilating as she tried fighting away, moving her limbs, as she felt her heart racing faster. Her mind racing from the implication as her lips trembled more.

“I’m not giving a choice, he won’t let me get away from this, He won’t he won’t nothing I do can stop this!”

“Who pinke tell me please let me go.” Screamed rainbow dash, she screamed watching pinkie grabbing ahold of a long serrated blade, it glimmered gently as she watched looked over raising her hoof, over and moving towards it as she felt over letting off a small sound as she tested the sharpness.

“The Author the writer the, bastard. He’s not the only one Dashie I’m sorry he won’t let me stop he’s writing this he’s controlling us. He’s the devil!” She muttered her own voice trembling as she tried moving her hoofs in closer, as she felt herself being forced into a smile.
“The writer, what do you mean what writer?!” Dash muttered training more, feeling the cuffs cutting into her as she resisted the urge to scream like she could right then. There was a moment of fear not knowing if her friend had gone insane as she moved closer.

“The writer, the writer dash, he’s writing this he controls us. Dash we thought we had free will but we don’t it’s a lie, it’s a complete lie.” Tears running over her face. As she reached whipping it with the other hoof, as she walked in closer.

“He’s doing this for shits and giggles he wants us to suffer! He gets enjoyment but he’s not the only one worlds of other us, ripping tearing and killing, sometimes worse, fucking eating and more torture worse than dear and we have to do it for the god’s amusement!” She screamed looking to her as she suddenly laughed feeling a madness taking over her repeatedly.

“Who are these gods, pinkie please fight them please just let me go I beg you.”

“I can’t dashie, I’m so sorry I can’t I’ve tried but the gods, the gods themselves they torture me more than anything, because unlike you, they make me remember it all. And I have to be forced to do it all over again every damn time!”
She screamed nearly crying at the moment as she motioned over now over her friend and muttered slowly.

“I’m sorry Dashie, I’m so-so Sorry!” Crying harder. That was the moment she felt the blade moving deep into rainbow dash, and there it was the sounds of her screamed echoing loud.

The long feeling of the blade moving down Rainbow dash skin, as she was forced to watch her rip and tear tremble and turn for the moment and slowly watching the red blood moving out of her friend's body.

It was hours later, Pinkie sat down crying as she wore a cloak of cutie marks her eyes shuddering as she teared up knowing the dead she’d done, the horrible nightmarish terror did, as she held the knife in close, She wanted to slit her throat but she knew it wouldn’t work and closed her eyes. The only thing she could do was close her eyes. It was a good long time before she opened her eyes.

"Have a cupcake Dashie."

She muttered As Dash gave a smile and soon motioned overtaking the cupcake in hand looking over and with it took a bite, Rainbow dash never noticed the small tear moving down her face.

When she did, that was where she looked seeing rainbow Dash sitting in front of the table a cupcake before her that she was close to eating. Pinkie only sighed as she walked over then and began forcing the same smile over and over again knowing that the event will repeat forever.

tale of the three brothers

Twilight, and her friends sat in an open field at night, it was coming close to nightmare night, while the six relaxed under the stars, under most night’s Flutteryshy would’ve been hidden away, boarding up her home for the upcoming event but with the help of the others, she had finally managed to take in the chance and went outside after sun down. Twilight was relaxing reading under a book with a smile her horn glowing gently, Applejack drinking some cider with a small chuckle, all the while rainbow joining having a bit more than the others.

Pinkie pie sat around moving with excitement while enjoying cake and rarity enjoying the diamonds of the sky, and spike by her side admiring what he secretly called the diamond of the land. A gem he’d never touch but longed for above all else. They enjoyed the night with no trouble on what seemed like a peaceful night. Though that was how most seemed to imagine it. That was until a stranger appeared.
There was no telling how the stranger came a stallion, His eyes slightly dark blue, anchent and cold eyes. Pure black furr. Though you’d only tell from it from his face since it was the only thing that anyone could see since he wore a cloak hiding the rest of him. It wasn’t long before the others had finally noticed them.

“Why hello there how are you are you new to ponyville, my names pinkie pie.” Pinkie said giving her wild and excited tone looking to the stranger, who remained silent for a second before finally responding;

“Yes, I am a lonesome traveler who wishes to rest before continuing my journey.”

“Oh, so you’re a traveler huh, I bet you’ve had some interesting adventures, maybe some stories.” Twilight muttered not really thinking as she placed her book down making sure to save her spot for later while the others look towards the stranger who sat for a moment, as he nodded;

“I do have a few stories yes.” The strange traveler gave a smile then as he seemed to move getting more relaxed as the others looked towards him giving a smile, though mostly twilight who watched then as he muttered;

“Would you care to listen to one.” He muttered before taking a cup of cider that hanged out by the side still left untouched though Rainbow dash giving him a dirty look right then sighed in content as he took a sip of the delicious golden nectar, as the others looked towards the stranger though Fluttershy shook in fear of the stranger not knowing why but something about him gave her the shakes.

“There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight.

“Hey why is it twilight why are you in the book, I mean it’s neat but why are you there.”

“Pinkie it’s an expression he means midnight in other words.” Twilight muttered correcting pinkie so soon while the stranger went on continuing his story.

In time, the brothers reached a river too deep to wade through and too dangerous to swim across.
“Please if I was there I’d be flying over it in ten seconds flat.”
However, these brothers were learned in the magical arts, and so they simply waved their horns and made a bridge appear across the treacherous water.

“Wow sugarcube they sound even more powerful then you to do something like that.” Applejack muttered giving a snicker as twilight muttered, “it happens sometimes.”

They were halfway across it when they found their path blocked by a hooded figure.
And Death spoke to them.

“Death as in death oh boy that’s creepy.” Spike muttered had a shiver thinking of the idea of meeting the being known as death.
He was angry that he had been cheated out of three new victims, for travelers usually drowned in the river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him.

So the oldest brother, who was a combative stallion, asked for a horn more powerful than any in existence for he had broken his horn long ago: a horn that must always win duels for its owner, a horn worthy of a unicorn who had conquered Death! So Death crossed to an elder skull of a unicorn lost on the banks of the river, fashioned a new horn from a bone that hung there, and attached it to the oldest brother.

“Woah that is dark, it that true twilight.” Starlight muttered looking over to her mentor for a moment, as twilight gulped.

“there are some legends about how unicorns who lost their horns would find ways of replacing them but they never worked, but the fact he was strong before and this he might’ve been able to take on starswirl.” Twilght gulped before the stranger continued.

Then the second brother, who was an arrogant stallion decided that he wanted to humiliate Death still further, and asked for the power to recall others from Death. So Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to the second brother, and told him that the stone would have the power to bring back the dead.
“Sounds like something Dashie would ask for.” Pinkie muttered quickly as Rainbow dash rolled her eyes.
“No even I wouldn’t want to be that cocky with someone like death this brother sounds like a complete idiot.”

And then Death asked the third and youngest brother what he would like. The youngest brother was the humblest and also the wisest of the brothers, and he did not trust Death. So he asked for something that would enable him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And death, most unwillingly, handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility.
“Wait Death has a cloak to make himself invisible.” Twilight asked her curiosity rising as she looked over it though pinkie nodded giving her lovable grin;
“well of course what would death do run flapping his arms when he got another person who dies they’d run away from him.”

Then Death stood aside and allowed the three brothers to continue on their way, and they did so, talking with wonder of the adventure they had had, and admiring Death’s gifts. In due course the brothers separated, each for his own destination.
The first brother traveled on for a week or more, and reaching a distant village, sought out a fellow wizard with whom he had a quarrel. Naturally with the Elder horn as his weapon, he could not fail to win the duel that followed. Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the oldest brother proceeded to an inn, where he boasted loudly of the powerful horn he had snatched from Death himself, and of how it made him invincible.

Starlight winced; “something tell’s me this is going to end for the older brother.” Knowing how cockiness could kill faster then any horn

That very night, another unicorn crept upon the oldest brother as he lay, wine-sodden, upon his bed. The theif broke the horn off for himself and, for good measure, slit the oldest brother’s throat.
And so Death took the first brother for his own.

The group began to feel sick to the stomach when applejack looked towards her and muttered;

“C-Could that even happen sugar cube.”

Twilight merely nodded; “Some unicorn’s would do it for power thinking it would make them more powerful the practice stopped once Celestia outlawing it though some think the practice still happens in secret even to this day.”

Meanwhile, the second brother journeyed to his own home, where he lived alone. Here he took out the stone that had the power to recall the dead, and turned it thrice in hoof. To his amazement and his delight, the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry, before her untimely death, appeared at once before him.

Yet she was sad and cold, separated from him as by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there and suffered. Finally the second brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, killed himself so as truly to join her.

The group looked as though they wanted to cry feeling bad for the middle brother even with his cockiness though fluttershy seeming to be the only one able to speck;

“T-that’s so sad, but I guess he’s with the one he loved.” As they watched the storyteller and listened.

And so Death took the second brother for his own.

But though Death searched for the third brother for many years, he was never able to find him. It was only when he had attained a great age that the youngest brother finally took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son. And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.”

There the storyteller, the traveler got up as his tale was spoken and slowly walked away leaving no comment and vanished the rest watched before he had finally vanished without a trace and they wondered who was the stranger.