Realizations: Cycle 2by JaycrenChaptersBulkhemian Rhapsody - Bulk: As Long As You Love Me (Edited)Apple Whiskey: Spike - Self Esteem (Edited)Sweetie Bot - Button Mash: Not Gonna Die (intro) (Edited)Apple Tart - Babs Seed: Heartbeat Song (Edited)Rough Diamonds: Feather Weight - Uptown GirlStar Crossed - Time Turner: I'm With YouJust a quick updateCrazy Love - Discord: Clarity (Edited)Bulkhemian Rhapsody - Bulk: As Long As You Love Me (Edited)Bulk laid down on Adagio's bed shirtless, the orange haired woman snuggled up to him. Per her request he wrapped his one arm around her so she could rest her head on his chest. She wore his t-shirt, hanging down to about mid-thigh, creating the simultaneous effect of her as a temptress and an innocent playing dress up. The two of them laid quietly. Nothing was said, and nothing needed to be said. For the first time in a month Adagio breathed calmly in her sleep, her nightmares silent. Bulk however, just held her, watching this beautiful woman sleep. His fitness regimen had long since lessened his need of sleep and he smiled watching her hit REM as she drew closer to him. He lay back and listened to her breathing, but thoughts came unbidden. Was that hippocampus really her 'natural' form? What exactly had caused a hero of another world to banish this young woman to a place he knew it was likely that she would starve? Bulk didn't share the princess's view on this Starswirl, no one deserved to starve to death. After all without magic how would they have eaten? Did he know that the mirror would convert them to something that would survive in this world? Those forms her and her sisters had generated had looked extremely aquatic, what if they had not been able to breathe in this world? What had the sirens done to deserve a slow and painful death ? Also from what Princess Twilight had said the Sirens were extinct on the other side of the portal, how had that come to be? His mind and conscience troubled, he looked down upon her and thought. All this worry has long been on my mind What happened to come to this end My friends say that I am crazy and it's in my mind Questioning all of their Claims And why I have have to ask for your story I can't get this out of my head Don't care what they say about your history You've always been true with me I Don't Care what you are How far you've run What you did I will always Love you They cast you out Thought you gone Whatever you've done I will always love you Bulk closed his eyes, but his brain kept going. He couldn't help it, there was a reason in a school with a girl that could do quantum physics calculations in her head and another that was a social architect, he was only two points off their tied GPA. He knew from his academics that history was written by the victor. So, why were there only three Sirens left and all female? Even in a world of magic, a bigger breeding population was needed, and the three didn't display different enough visible genetic markers to be anything other than family. That didn't sit well with the well muscled young man, things didn't add up. Again he looked down at Dagi, she looked so peaceful. He had investigated her and her sisters, prior to the battle of the bands the three girls had only been around for about three months before Sunset had come through the portal. Another thing that didn't make sense, if all that was left in their world was myths and legends about the Sirens, that spoke of a considerable amount of time. How then could they each have come out so close together? He sighed. His expertise was in pushing physical limitations past what anyone thought was possible. If this was a question of biology or how living systems worked he'd be well on his way to finding the answer but physics had always been beyond him. It was just not where his talents led. He felt Dagi shift restlessly and he held her tighter, sure enough she settled against him and feel further into her sleep cycle. She even drooled a little on his chest before settling down again. He smiled again at the adorableness. But it did speak of a particular muscle memory, Bulk was now sure of it. Sirens where insanely social creatures to have this response, the other girls must have trained themselves out of it. Dagi he bet for some reason couldn't. She was too used to cuddling with someone while she slept so with the social isolation her anxiety must have been extreme. What kind of hero did this to a preteen girl? One who evidently came from a world where such girls were sexually active, ‘what hell did you come from?’ he thought stroking her hair. Holding her close, he knew, it was time to nut up or shut up, if anyone else was going to try and harm his Dagi or either of her family members than they would have a very angry Bulk to deal with. All of the things that you have said and done Tells me what your story could be Can't really blame you for what you've done Just seems you were scared to me I don't care what you where About where your from What you did I'll always love you You had no choice To do what you did I won't judge your past I'll always be with you His conclusion -at some juncture in the history of Equestria, the species known as the Sirens must have begun feeding on negative energy. This adaptation then encouraged them to make sure there was a constant supply motivating them to cause such feelings and therefore putting them at odds with the powers that be. So predictably, those in power solved the problem of the Sirens with Genocide. The survivors decided to fight but, in an effort to be merciful, the last three where pushed into another dimension where they would live out the rest of their lives unable to harm anyone. I'LL keep you safe so that everyone knows I'll go to all your shows Just look into my eyes What you were and what you've been running from it's not here, They cannot touch you I will always protect you my Dagi Adagio shifted in her sleep, raising her head, she groggily looked at him, then mumbled, "I love you too, you sing nice, trying to sleep, you go to sleep too." Upon this declaration she plopped her head down on his chest and added yet more drool, then burped, farted and settled back to sleep. He smiled, kissed the top of her head and finally fell contentedly asleep himself. Author's Note That there at the end is how a man knows a woman is his. She is not afraid to do all that and it in no way bothers him. He just finds it adorable. I want to thank Jay David for inspiring this pairing. In his Equestria Girls timeline Adagio finds work as a masseuse at the Canterlot spa. I just happened to like the idea that Bulk would be the one to not only not hold a grudge but help her get the job after her very crushing defeat. From what I've seen he seems to be that kind of guy. Someone who is stronger than with just his muscles but his heart as well. Someone that Adagio would need and could develop a more healthy relationship with. Keep in mind that, although that inspired this ship it in no way is connected to anything he has done nor am I trying to link it in any way to his. However, I do believe in giving credit were it is do and those stories planted the seed for this shipping in my brain. So Thank you Mr. David, this is all your fault. Apple Whiskey: Spike - Self Esteem (Edited)Spike left the Boutique with the worst case of friend-zoned blueball syndrome in all history. He kicked a rock and watched it skip along the ground. Why!? He was literally surrounded with mares. He knew for a fact that several of the younger mares in town found him attractive... but no- he had to crush on and pursue the one mare he couldn't even get a handy from! GAH!!!!! Worse, his time off not working as Twilight’s assistant he solely dedicated to helping Rarity with any projects she wanted. He would forego sleep, rest, food, fun, anything, and everything he might otherwise have wanted to do just so he could be close to her. He had even helped her get laid on more than one occasion!!!!! The sexually frustrated hormonal little teenage dragon walked onward reflecting on his 'relationship' with the alabaster mare. (Imitating Rarity). Blah blah, blah Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah I cut her off for the tenth time today Even practiced just walk away When she asked for help I lost my nerve I broke my back Helping her work I know I'm getting used Buts its okay though cause It's just me that's hurt I know there's no hope for me That's okay cause of My level Self-esteem. Ponies parted as he stalked forward,none of his usual friends daring come close. He noticed a flare of red hair in the background- Applebloom, a victim of should've when he had the chance; instead he had been too busy wasting his time chasing and lusting after a mare he was never going to have. He couldn’t blame AB for giving him space, thunderhead walking as he was. Still, would have been nice to have her comfort or concern-he could have used a win, any female attention would have been welcome what with his track record being strictly losses. I have plans to make things right I wait to long I don't want to fight This situation has me so low If this keeps up I just really might blow Even masturbation wasn't much of a relief seeing as if Twilight caught him or sometimes even suspected he got grounded. Not exactly fair considering her exploits- but he was young and dragon passions could be dangerous without proper precautions and self control- neither of which she wanted to discuss, teach, or make accommodation for him. Nope, he was continually surrounded by the most beautiful, perfect, strongest, women on the planet and he had to stay the assistant- the little brother, the tag-a-long, gofer/ errand boy not allowed to have impulses- more a tool than a being- catering to wants more then having his own. Hell, he had saved the crystal empire twice- no three times! Helped make peace with the Changelings, prevented Garble from becoming Dragon Lord, gave the scepter to Ember, who let's face it was going to be an amazing leader, and stood alongside all of the main 6 even when they were at their lowest and yet wasn’t even allowed crank one off to a lingerie catalog without risk of grounding. Save the world- sure, unite past enemies multiple times- go for it! Almost get killed on the regular- damn straight, take a private moment to ease the growing pain and fire that is eating me day and night- Hell No! That’s gross, unnatural, wrong, bad dragon- you’re grounded- enjoy your torture. Every time he tried for a relationship, one of them would ruin it by interfering. Tarturus! The only thing worse than working for Rarity and helping Rarity in her romantic pursuits is Rarity taking interest in his love life- in all the ways he’d rather she didn’t. He should really know not to take relationship advice from a mare that keeps discarding men- once they’ve served their use in bed. Once she’d gotten her fill of them it wasn’t uncommon for her to turn to him for comfort, usually drunk, stinking of sex, she’d curl up close to cuddle, rub against him, and have him hold her. Gah!!!!!! She keeps saying I'm what she wants in a guy Gotta wonder then Why I'm still only her friend Then she's saying All that I want to believe I have to wonder how much more She can need Well I guess I should man The buck up But I really wish she could see Me that way The more you suffer The more you can Show you care Right!? HAH Worse, his dragon senses told him when a mare was digging on him and the only time Rarity’s smell indicated that towards him was when another mare showed interest. Just, enough to give him hope, to ensure he kept on paying attention and hopping after her- then he was right back to “Just a Friend Spike”, now with Kung-fu grip for those really hard tasks, cause Celestia knows he has absolutely no stallion-hood. Again he scented Bloom on the air-intoxicating... Celestia damn! There was a reason he had to avoid her when she was fertile. He really didn't want to hurt her, physically or emotionally. She was his best friend; he knew how she felt about him. Part of him wanted to take advantage- a part that slowly was getting stronger. Every day he went without relief, everyday he had to deal with the non-stop frustration that voice got louder, he took a breath. It would be fine. He would just go sit on the Apple's back porch the wind and calmness always soothed his mind. Who she'll date, just for a bit She bucks them more then she'll Ever admit Late some nights she'll creep up my door She got dumped again and needs Someone warm I know I should say go But that's kinda hard When she's crying so hard I feel so Dumb I am such a dweeb No, I'm just a Dragon With no Self-esteem There was his sanctuary, he could smell the sweet scent of Apples, the swaying of the trees, the pollen on the wind. He could feel the anger and the tension leaving him. Just a few more steps. She keeps saying She wants a dude Just like me But then she tells me How I'm only her friend She keeps saying all that I should get what I need Then she keeps them Only my friends Well I guess I should get some for myself I don't think I can just walk away She'll make me suffer If I ever really dared, Right!? Yeah!? He walked up to the back porch, a little bit of quiet to ease his beating heart and to put the voice back where it belonged, where he could ignore it. He only needed a moment of peace, to not be surrounded by mares for a bit. It was the perfect time of day, the back porch would be empty, AJ and Mac would be out working the farm, Granny would be in her sewing room, Applebloom would be out and about.... Wait, that scent! He watched as Applebloom finished her Heartsong and he knew he should go, but the voice spoke, "Applebloom, we need to talk." Author's Note I would like you all to know that I never meant for this to become this dark. When I originally wrote this more of myself poured into than I care to admit. I identify with Spike's predicament way to well, both from a sexual standpoint and from a being used standpoint. He and I share a sense of snark, a lot of the same skills and problem solving abilities and many of the same frustrations. Keep in mind, there is no excuse for taking advantage of another sapient being. It is wrong, end of story, but that voice that exists in the back of all guys heads past a certain age can be very convincing. All of us decent guys out there have ways to safely deal with it so that we can think clearly and make proper choices. However, Testosterone is both a combat drug and toxic, it does nothing to help us think clearly. Fortunately there are plenty of ways to clear it out. Masturbation happens to work the best. The problem comes when we shame such things, when we attach frustration and anger to such things. Especially in Spikes case, he would be wound up way to tight and that is not something a woman can understand, in the same way a guy is not going to understand anything having to do with a woman's cycle. They're just things that have to be experienced to be understood. However, saying that, my woman edited this and that was when this REALLY got dark. When Spike's anger and frustration really got out of hand. Most of the changes she made meant Spike became a hormonal repressed time bomb, ready to be set off by the right stimulus. A mare in heat that is not only interested but may be willing, with proper persuasion, that because of other traits is immune to anything that has interfered in the past, yeah, that is going to be a problem. So, yeah my woman apparently understands Spike a little to well too. Which is one of many reasons I love her so much. Sweetie Bot - Button Mash: Not Gonna Die (intro) (Edited)Author's Note Did something a little different. The song is only the intro to Not gonna die by Skillet. The line breaks indicate comments that Button nor Sweetie are not aware of. In short they don't hear them. Still extra points if you can figure out who they are just don't post spoilers. It is not nice. PM me if you have a guess. I am much happier with this after me and Notjohnharker did those major edits. My woman is incredible. In the span of one lunch break she edited and, in parts rewrote the entire thing. Sweetie Bot - Button Mash: Not Gonna Die (intro) (Edited) "I love you Button Mash, Don't let this put out your fire." Button Mash, watched as Sweetie Belle began to rot away, the artificial Alicorna he had been failing on, eating her skin, her eyes, her muscles, her bones, before turning on her nervous system. He watched as her nerves were converted into purely Alicorna, watched as the same thing happened to her Alicorna system. Watched something he created turn the most wonderful mare ever into crystalline shards. He slumped to his knees, his grief stricken Heartsong torn from his lips. Sweetie please, speak to me Please don't leave me to this misery Oh Death, you won't have her Please not Sweetie, hear my final plea Death Please Death Please Dead Button cried, his tears fell, but then he looked. The Alicorna, it was stable. Somehow Sweetie had stabilized it herself. His breathing came faster, his tears started anew, what was he going to do? Then a coldness settled over him. His tears stopped. The world wanted to take his Sweetie from him? Unacceptable. It would not happen. He would not allow it. He was Button Mash, the smartest of his generation, educated by Twilight Sparkle, protege of Time Turner. The son of Love Tap; former head of Celestia's elite, his father was #13, the nameless criminal Earth pony that had sent the Canterlot nobles screaming in fear by removing their connection to any magic for a time. He was not going to let his beloved die in this way, he would see the world burned first. Why have we stopped here? Because he is important. This confounds me Fighting on so silently Her thoughts shallow Bringing up Such Complexity On the rise She can fight I can feel her Heartbeat C'mon, boy you can do this, you are in the seat of your power, you're the god here. What hold death has that you cannot break it on your whim here? You care to much for this one, could he be your.... You say those next words out loud or to anyone else, I don't care about what plans we have made I will personally find a way to wipe reality clean of your kind. And I will never forget. ............. He looked around his lab, then he knew. This was his place, it was her's as well, time to ‘nut up or shut up’. Using his holographic mana interface he called up the mystic works he was going to need, then grabbing a VR helmet he had been tweaking he fitted it to Sweetie's Alicorna infused brain. Button used the interface to project the circle that he was writing directly over Sweetie's form. A mechanical arm arose, upon it a syringe, ready to withdraw his blood. Button quickly double checked everything, he hadn't had time to put any safety measures into this circle. When his life's blood hit it, Sweetie would hopefully tap into the twin forces of her mental Self Identity and her Self Determination and she would remake herself, using that which was around her. His blood would give her a bit of his energy to start the process and link her sympathetically to his whole lab, then she should be able to continue on her own. If not she would tear his soul from his body as she remade herself. Either way she lived, death lost, and he won. Are you crying? Why do you weep for him? I'm just so proud of him. At last he is growing into an Adult. To risk so much for his love, To risk such for victory. He is no longer the cry baby others said he was. We can go now. He has proven himself, and I pity whomever would seek to take those he cares for from him. This is how she feels, not gonna be stolen This is how I feel when I've given up Crying She'll arise I may die He raised his front hoof, the syringe inserted itself and took the exact amount of fluid, then injected it directly into his circle. He felt the pull on his essence immediately as the process began. she will hear my hearts beat I can see these shadows gathering to fight WON'T GIVE HER UP!!!!! The process continued to drain him, bringing him closer and closer to death. Inventions and materials throughout the lab were being drawn into the vortex that had encompassed Sweetie. He watched, as his eyesight dimmed, as she remade the entirety of who and what she was biomechanically instead of merely biologically. To him she was more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. Button had not saved her life instead he had enabled her to remake herself. He could die now completely content Sweetie would live, that was enough. As Button breathed his last, a golden light poured out of his body, healing all of the damage to his essence, the remainder poured into Sweetie, speeding the process to an end. Button fell to the floor, completely exhausted. He smiled hearing his beloved gasp, he saw her arch her back as she returned to awareness. Then he realized, she was not aware of what had happened, she thought herself dead. He tried to rise, to rush to her. Sweetie’s skin hadn't finished imprinting. As she arose she glanced at her reflection in the nearest glass surface, watching in horror as her skin grew over her biomechanical form. She panicked and before he could reach her she had turned and ran out into the end of Celestia's day. "Sweetie, come back!" He cried, desperate to explain, to tell her that she had saved herself. That all he did was give her the means. She was the one that was stronger than Death, stronger then the rules of magic and reality. She had defied them all! He loved her more then ever and could do nothing as her new form allowed her to speed off faster than anyone could catch her. Tired, Button sank to the ground, his exhaustion, finally catching up to him Apple Tart - Babs Seed: Heartbeat Song (Edited)Babs Seed stepped off the train into the Ponyville station, feelings and memories of a certain orange, purple maned ostrich driving her to distraction. She shook her head, she hadn't even contacted her cousin Applebloom- she had just hopped a train and two hours later got off here. She was finally moving forward with what she wanted; she had joined a juvenile league roller derby team, and was also beginning a career as an amateur mixed martial artist. Still, that ostrich drove her to fixation. She needed to see her. She needed to resolve what this was. She needed to know if the ostrich felt the same way. This is my Hoofbeat Song How do I say it Been her’s all along How do I say it Up Up, Up, Up, All Night Long Stayed Up All Night Long She was losing sleep, losing focus, all around her she saw the ostrich. Purple maned mares, especially ones with an orange coat had been catching her eye more and more. Her heart would begin to hurt when she realized that they were not her ostrich. Thoughts of her rival made her heart pound. A flush coming to her face, she dreamed of that moment when they laid on the grass after they fought. She wished that they had gone farther than just a snuggle. Again such thoughts brought a blush to her face as she walked off the train platform. She headed towards town, if she knew the ostrich, she would be running, training for one of the local dance, parkour, or martial arts competitions. Just as Babs was pushing herself to what she wanted, she knew the ostrich was doing the same. Both had been living up to their promise to the other, to be the rival the other needed. You, what the Buck have you done? You're different from where I come from And I'M so used to being numb Now these feelings coming on so strong Anticipating all the fun Like a sprinter, about to run I can hear it pounding Hoofbeats loud inside me Haven't heard it before this time It was then she saw the ostrich, moving through the town. Babs saw her gracefully use an earth pony technique to scale Sugarcube Corner. In an instant Babs found herself running along the ground, mirroring the ostrich's path, clearing anything in her way, taking a tact out of the ostrich's own book she channeled her Earth Pony Magic to push off, not just the ground, but all other surfaces, giving the impression she was gliding. Babs smirked, the ostrich was not the only one that could learn to do things a different way. Babs had studied the way Pegasi used their magic and adapted it for herself, just as the ostrich had studied Earth Pony magic. This is my Hoofbeat Song You're gonna hear it Been yours all along And I just couldn't say it Up, Up, Up, Up going strong Up, Up, Going strong This is my Hoofbeat Song And I'm gonna say it Turned me on Not gonna fake it Up Up Up Up going strong Up Up going strong I wasn't gonna give my heart out But I wish I had known what I know now I would've never left this town My hoofs touching your hips And your kiss on my lips I've wanted that for so long She followed closely and she realized that Scootaloo wasn't an ostrich any longer. She had found her way to fly, she had found her way to surpass even her mentor Rainbow Dash. She had ascended to the heights of angels. Babs heart grew warm, but no longer was it a distraction, now it was a source of strength. She was in love with Scootaloo. It was time to Pony Up or Shut Up. It was time to admit this not just to Scootaloo but herself. She kept pace with her Valkyrie, matching her speed and skill on the ground as her beloved claimed the sky. This was what she had desired, this is where she belonged. This is our Hoofbeat Song We're gonna play it Been this way we just couldn't say it Up Up Up Up going strong Up Up going strong This is our Hoofbeat Song We already play it Turned this up We know not to fake it Up Up Up Up going strong Up Up going strong On that day I wished I'd reached for you I don't believe I ever lived without you Scoots, you create a life so brand new Let's not waste more Time Babs watched as her one, the one that was the her other half, landed her form, perfect as always. She watched the muscles on Scoots body-so lean and strong. Babs knew now what to call what she was feeling. She knew its name now. She was in love. She was in love with the most beautiful mare she had ever seen. Why had she wasted time? Why had she agonized for a second on saying her feelings out loud? She had been a coward, now it was time to rectify that. We have or Hoofbeat Song We alone can hear it Turned us on We're gonna make it Up Up Up Up going strong Up Up going strong This is our Hoofbeat Song We alone sing it Been all along Only gotta sing it Up Up Up Up going strong Up Up going strong Babs took a breath, she needed to steady herself. In her moment of quiet she heard Scoots Heartsong, it was completely about her. Babs Smile widened. The mare she loved felt the same way. Yippee! Scootaloo had yet to turn around, had yet to acknowledge her presence. Babs knew she hadn't been noticed, otherwise Scootaloo would have greeted her warmly. Babs smile turned into something a little more flirtatious. She quietly crept up behind the object of her affection and then said very calmly. "Hey, that a blush I see are you just happy to see me?" Author's Note Alright these are the last of the old edits, now I am going to be posting new chapters, Up next Rough Diamond - Featherweight: Uptown Girl. I will post it before Notjohnharker edits it then will repost it after she does so, just so those that read this first can see the difference. I will also be doing so with that last chapter which will be Star Crossed - Time Turner (I am not sure of the song yet). Just two more chapters and this one will be completed and it will be on to the next. Until I have cleared my backlog. Oh, YEAH! Rough Diamonds: Feather Weight - Uptown GirlFeather sat in the locker room, his head under a towel. His mind went back to the incident that had just occurred. The young colt had just successfully defeated all opponents that had come before him. He had known that there was one more, one more that he was looking forward to seeing in the ring. Both as a friend and as an opponent. He had paused to get a drink and wink at Diamond, he loved to tease her. He new that he had no chance, still it was fun to make her blush. Uptown Mare She's Been Living amidst her Privileged World I know she'll never want me as her guy I don't have to ask her why I'll never try for that Uptown Mare She moves among the high bred crew As long as I can be helpful as I can I'll stay next to her, her Downtown Man That's all I am Feather never heard a bell, he just saw Diamond's eyes widen and her shout "Feather look out!" He'd spun to the left, this was an opponent he knew well, after all. The referee had moved to intervene but Feather had glared him off. Rumble was the one that had decided to do this, Featherweight, at the time, had no problem indulging. As kids, Rumble had always been more than a little bit of a bully. As he and Feather had grown older they had bonded. Especially as Feather got into boxing, finding that like journalism, he had a gift for it. Both he and Rumble ended up in the same weight class, so they spared often. He remembered feeling betrayed that Rumble was doing this, Feather had thought they were past this. Feather had blocked Rumble's sloppy left jab returning it with a devastating right cross of his own. Rumble hadn't even tried to block or dodge. He had taken Feather's the blow square across the face. Feather had gasped, this was wrong, Rumble had always fought better than this, put on a better showing. What was going on? She always knows what she wants, by design It's my dream that she might be mine She'll see I'm not just some Thug That I'm In Love with that Uptown Mare The Feather had spotted the signs, Rumble stank of alcohol. Feather had needed to end it quick, a quick jab to the solar plexus to knock the wind out of his friend and a Haymaker clinched the round with a KO. As Rumble was taken from the ring Feather had signaled his brother. Bulk had come over, his eyes questioning, Feather had waved his hand for silence and then asked. "Bulk can you get Rumble to the Locker Room, he really doesn't need anyone to see him right now. Something's wrong, bring the Headache kit. We're gonna need it" Sighing, Bulk sadly had watched as a young man he saw as another little brother had been carried to the locker room. He'd nodded his head. Rumble at least deserved a chance to explain. He'd get it. They'd all deal with the fall out afterwards. You know I've seen her use those High Class Boys She gets tired of them and seems so bored She turns down all those presents High Class Mares are supposed to enjoy. I wish I had a chance. Feather thought back to the conversation he'd had with Rumble. After the 'Headache' meds had cleared the the red coated pegasus' head, Feather had waited. It had not been a long wait. "Oh God Feather, please tell me I didn't do what I think I did." "If you mean Rumble, don't tell you that you tried to hit me from behind, before the bell rang, and then fought like absolute Bantha Poodo, then sure I won't tell you. I'd like to know why, though." "Honestly, when I got dumped by Scoots it messed me up awful. I know it wasn't my fault and I just had the bad luck to be the last guy before she figured she prefered mares, but still. Well, I bummed around and ended up having a one night stand with Silver. Thought it was something serious too. But I acted like it wasn't because what's a Mare like that gonna see in a guy like me. I'm nothing. Well turns out it was something to her too and now she won't come near me. She's seeing some Rich Teen Stallion, I wasted my chance with the most beautiful and intelligent mare I ever seen because I was stupid. Today was the anniversary of that hook up. So I did another stupid thing and got drunk, which by the way I'm never doing again. Not going to becoming a Drunk like my old man, especially since apparently I have his liquid temper." "But why'd you come at me like that? I'm not after Silver, I barely even like her. We tolerate each other's existence because Diamond needs the both of us for her plans to work. If not for Diamond I doubt I even could stand to be around her." Rumble had looked at Feather, completely dumbfounded. Glancing at Bulk, Feather's older brother had scoffed and said. "Yeah, Rumble I had that reaction too." Feather had stared at his brother, "Reaction to what?" Rumble's eyes had narrowed, his jaws had set. Reaching over he had boxed Feather across the top of his head "Damn Feather, and I thought I was an Idiot. You realize that Diamond has wanted you for years? Don't make the same mistake I did. Go get the girl and hold onto her. You two where making such eyes at each other that in my drunken haze I jealously struck out, much to my regret. Now I wish I was sober and back in the ring to beat the stupid out of you. Go get her dude, don't let a good Mare get away because you were to idiotic to even try, I at least got one perfect night with mine." Rumble had left after that, Feather wasn't sure but he might have seen Silver glance his way before returning to her data and spreadsheets. Uptown Mare I'll never be able to get her what she deserves But maybe If I've got a chance I can show her what kind of Guy I am And then she'll see That when She's walking I want her as Mine And that when she talks She's always on my mind She's gonna see I'm not just a Thug Just Because I'm in love With that Uptown Mare Feather shook himself from his memories. By now everyone had probably left. But it was time to Nut up or Shut up as his Uncle Tallahassee often said. He knew Diamond would be waiting, he knew that she would have certain words to say to him. Well, he had certain words to say to her too. She hates that High Bred World As long as she wants me as her Guy I will be her Downton Guy That's What I've always been Uptown Mare She's My Uptown Mare I am so in Love with that Uptown Mare My Uptown Mare Throwing on his clothes, his hair still damp from his shower, he strode out into the gym and sure enough there she was. Turning to him, she immediately opened her mouth to scold him for his recklessness. He never gave her the chance. He crossed to her and pulled her tight, shutting her up with the most passionate kiss he could give her. He and Diamond had used to many words, to many excuses as it was. She melted into him, kissing him back the young couple stayed that way as Luna's night stretched on, just two kids in love. Two separate pairs of eyes watched, each unaware of the other, one set belonging to Silver and one set belonging to Rumble, sighing for chances lost, they left the young Special Someponies to their night. Each wishing for what their two best friends had. Author's Note Here it is at last, the chapter that gave me so much trouble and sent this story careenig into Hiatus. Finally done. I am posting this before Notjohnharker is able to edit it, merely to give all of you a chance to see the difference. Kind of a reward for giving this a chance first. Besides, I also think of it as a bit of free publicity for her. After all I most certainly will not object if any out there wish to engage her as an editor or a co-author. I want her to go back to writing, I miss hearing her gift for words. Star Crossed - Time Turner: I'm With YouTurner searched through his workshop, he was searching for something. Something lost among the rows of clocks and gears, forgotten amongst the devices that cluttered his home. I'm frantic in my mind I'm all alone in the dark Why can't I Find what I already found My heads spins around I hear something but there's no sound Why Can't I get through? DOCTOR!!!!! He feels it, just at the edge of his perception. Gripping his head as pain lances through his mind, Turner staggers into his work table, scattering the gizmos and trinkets. "But that isn't my name is it?" He asks the empty shop. What is this deep inside me? Why do I feel so far from my Home? Inside something is beginning to rise Trying to Break free of my mind There was someone by my side She was taken from me I need to know who she is She is my home She is my Home Another pulse of pain arcs through his mind, he grabs a sylndrical object in his thrashing. Pushing a button on its side a vibration issues forth. Instantly the pain ceases. He is close to finding it, to finding the answer to it all. In the back of his shop, at the bottom of a pile of junk, a pocket watch begins to shine. Why, Lina, it's so good to finally meet you! Who are You? Why can't I get to my Doctor? Another voice talking th e first, the pain begins to rise, but a blast of sound from his..... screwdriver?..... banishes it back to the recesses of his mind. A pane of glass in his head is beginning g to break and the stallion known as time turner needs to know what is behind it. He heres the laughter of children and the voice of an angel. The cmplicated historu of old friends, whose difference were never irreconcilable, no matter what either of them thought. "I am....." He begins, but stops, his mind is clouded, but something calls. The hands of the pocket watch at the back of the shop begin to move. I'm looking for that place I need to see her face Is this all I've ever known Cause Nothing's ever right And it all seems so wrong I need to find my home Isn't it time to come find me I need her to take me home None of this is right Seeking deep inside my mind She needs to come take my hand Lead me back to the love we knew I Don't know who she is But I want to be with her To Be with her Just call me Missy, dear Lina and I am the oldest friend of your husband Oldest Friend? Care to explain where you've been? OUR CHILDREN WERE TAKEN FROM US!!!!! Not to belittle your need for the answer to that perfectly rational question Lina but, how did you get to that knife at my throat so quick? And where were you keeping it? I'm a Pegasus, we were bred for war, and as a mailmare I have to be quick. As for where I kept it? A mare has to have some secrets. I sit wrong that I'm incredibly turned on right now? The ticking of the world around him seeks to overwhelm him as the glass wall in the back of his head continues to fracture. A terrible pressure that not even his sonic screwdriver can eleviate. He knows that if he can just say his name, that which he should never forgotten, this will all cease. I am the ....... The pocket watch begins to chime. Oh, why do I feel so confused This thing inside my mind Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah This power inside Seeks to break its way free Why won't she come hold my hand Tell me who I am I need to know who she is She will lead me home lead me home Lead Me home Guide me by the Hand Take me Far from here I call to how you are You are both my Home Both My Home I'm Going Home Going Home Turner faces the wall of glass in his head, he stares into it. He is done being afraid, done seeking something he can't find. "What is it Button, always says? Time to Nut Up Or Shut Up?" he chuckles "A but more vulgar than I like, but the young stallion hit the head on the nail on that one. Time to face this." The Pocket Watch goes silent. Please, Ms Lina. She is here to help Don't you get smart with me! You haven't been around to visit either! Honestly I treat you and the Lonely Pegasi like family, give you muffins, and the both of you let my kids be taken! Liba, dear. He went and got me. I was several realities away. I never got to be an Auntie, and your the only female, he's ever been with that I even remotely think is worthy of him. Besides, I,,,,,,, Huh? EXTERMINA.... Wow, I didn't know that you actually could get a Dalek to eat it's own armor. She really seems to have the lot of them on the run. I had no idea that cybermen and daleks could run or scream like that. By the way, forget me always, what do they keep calling her. The Beautiful End He watched as the fractures spiderwebbed across the glass, observed the golden light leaking through. He finally knew his name. Knew who he was seeking, he could hear her, shouting for him. Lina, sounded both impatient and angry, the stallion smiled, she had every right to be. It wasn't very gentlemanly to keep a lady waiting. Well, he had best get to her before she wiped them all out. When she got like that it was the only time the Doctor ever felt sorry for the daleks. "Huh, That's my name. Don't worry, I'm the Doctor. Has A nice ring, doesn;t it?" The Glass wall shattered, as all of his memories returned to him, striding forward in anger the Doctor went forth to reclaim his family, and Celestia help all those that stood in his way, for surely no one else would. Author's Note Here it is, the end of Cycle 2. Each of these was supposed to go on to have it's own story, all woven back and forth through each other. But Now I will move onward to the next I intend to complete. The next story me and Notjohnharker will be working on together will be: Monster's Debt Paid Just a quick updateSomething has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.Crazy Love - Discord: Clarity (Edited)Author's Note Thus another chapter of my life begins. Begins by the finishing of those tasks, that I set forth, then abandoned in failure. The First two stories of the Fate Woven Timeline are designed to be a set up for the rest of the stories to come next. Each of the Pairings found here were originally going to get their own tales. Each woven together by the common thread of the love of the two main characters. I have no idea if or when this will happen. I just know that before I can move forward I must finish what I started. The song that I rewrote to fit this tale is Clarity by Zed. Thus Cycle 2 begins. Crazy Love - Discord: Clarity (Edited) Discord sat among the chaos of his dimension. His thoughts turning to a certain butter yellow coated, pink haired mare. Sensing his want, a window opened to allow the Lord of Chaos to observe his dearest friend. When the Storm King had attacked he had both not been at the Friendship Festival, and had then intentionally stayed away. He shuddered to think of what the Storm king might've done with Chaos magic added to what the satyr had already stolen. He had stayed away so the girls could stand a chance. However, all of the enemies of Equestria that should’ve taken advantage given the circumstances... well, found themselves.... otherwise occupied. Chrysalis discovered that she was only able to say those most terrifying words, "I'm from the government,I'm here to help" and could only appear as an ERS agent. Tirek found it impossible to move when the floor of his cell turned into broccoli flavored yogurt. Sombra found himself trapped in smoke form, inside a Hooka, inside a vape shop, in Manehatten. He had returned them all to the states they were in when he found them afterwards, per Fluttershy’s anticipated wishes. Still, he had not once gone to the side of his more timid friend, and she had done wonderfully. She had been brave, friendship had triumphed, but still he stayed away. It wasn't because of guilt at not coming sooner or any nonsense, instead it was because the last time he felt this way he had been betrayed, hurt and then lost himself. He had lost everything. I Cry Deep Inside My Mind Where the Hurt stays for all time This fear of causing Pain Never worth all of the time Hearts stop right before we crash I've always known how this ends As time ticks till I break your heart and I turn this world again Cause you've been a piece of me I didn't know I need Holding you close to me Still run and I can't think why If this love ends tragically Where does that Leave Me? If This is my Insanity Why have I such Clarity? It was Tuesday he knew, he watched as she made the tea, he had not gone in the weeks after the Storm King. He had no idea what to say, how to explain. Gah! Why was this so complicated? Normally he liked confusion, it was fun to watch and cause. This though, it hurt to stay away, it might hurt more if she turned him down. Could he remain her friend once he had spoken the words out loud? Could he be with her if he was only allowed to be her friend? Was that all it was? Why is my Love a Tragedy Could you be the Remedy If my love's insanity Why does this feel clear to me Go on and I make Mistakes and you still call me your friend That goes down to my soul and makes me forget it all makes sense Don't Say not to Leave Cause we both know that I'll stay If you call then I'll Go to You And I'll be right there for you Cause You are this piece I need That I didn't know Behaving Chaotically It's alright and I'm Not sure Why They call our Love tragedy But You are my Remedy This Love is Insanity But it is my Clarity But it's My only Clarity This is the best Insanity You'll Always be my remedy It's all so Clear to Me “I would never abandon my friend. If she wants to stay just friends then that is what we will be. If she wishes for more... well then she can have that too. I will always be her friend and confidant, ever ready to assist in any way I can. As a friend or something more, I will never abandon her. So that bitch broke my heart- so what! I found someone that won't ever hurt me ! someone that will always be first and foremost my friend! I truly see now, my problem before was I saw the body, the face, not the heart. Now in her I can have both, kind and beautiful in all ways inside and out. If I have to spend the rest of her days only being a friend, helping feed her animals and slop them out then I will have considered that time well spent- no time with her is wasted. Whatever I can do to make her life easier and her happy is my greatest accomplishment. I am never going back to being that spoiled, self entitled, whiny little shit I was. Time to nut up or shut up." This Love's not Tragedy It will always be Our Remedy Yes Our Love's Insanity But Also Our Clarity Our Love is for Eternity She will always be my Remedy This Love will be Insanity Guided by our clarity She had become and always would be the center point of his world, and maybe he was wrong in feeling that. Maybe this could never work? He didn't care about past interests that had hurt him, caged him, betrayed him. He had been a monster still when she found him, what they and his pain had made him. But she had changed him , she had been the first to take a chance on a “dangerous creature”. She had beaten him at his own games not once, not twice, but three times!!!!! When was he ever going to find a mare like that again? Answer: half past never and fat chance!!!!! He pulled himself out of his chair, closing the viewing port, he slicked back his hair. He had a mare to see about Tuesday tea. After all, he was bringing the cucumber sandwiches- wouldn’t do to be late. He had even gotten their pointy hats on just right. With a snap of his fingers the Lord of Chaos dashed off to where the one he had always unknowingly waited for waited for him. Unnoticed by Discord, an Ivory white Alicorn watched the scene. She smiled, then was gone, knowing that when chaos and kindness come together, Love is always the result.
Bulkhemian Rhapsody - Bulk: As Long As You Love Me (Edited)Bulk laid down on Adagio's bed shirtless, the orange haired woman snuggled up to him. Per her request he wrapped his one arm around her so she could rest her head on his chest. She wore his t-shirt, hanging down to about mid-thigh, creating the simultaneous effect of her as a temptress and an innocent playing dress up. The two of them laid quietly. Nothing was said, and nothing needed to be said. For the first time in a month Adagio breathed calmly in her sleep, her nightmares silent. Bulk however, just held her, watching this beautiful woman sleep. His fitness regimen had long since lessened his need of sleep and he smiled watching her hit REM as she drew closer to him. He lay back and listened to her breathing, but thoughts came unbidden. Was that hippocampus really her 'natural' form? What exactly had caused a hero of another world to banish this young woman to a place he knew it was likely that she would starve? Bulk didn't share the princess's view on this Starswirl, no one deserved to starve to death. After all without magic how would they have eaten? Did he know that the mirror would convert them to something that would survive in this world? Those forms her and her sisters had generated had looked extremely aquatic, what if they had not been able to breathe in this world? What had the sirens done to deserve a slow and painful death ? Also from what Princess Twilight had said the Sirens were extinct on the other side of the portal, how had that come to be? His mind and conscience troubled, he looked down upon her and thought. All this worry has long been on my mind What happened to come to this end My friends say that I am crazy and it's in my mind Questioning all of their Claims And why I have have to ask for your story I can't get this out of my head Don't care what they say about your history You've always been true with me I Don't Care what you are How far you've run What you did I will always Love you They cast you out Thought you gone Whatever you've done I will always love you Bulk closed his eyes, but his brain kept going. He couldn't help it, there was a reason in a school with a girl that could do quantum physics calculations in her head and another that was a social architect, he was only two points off their tied GPA. He knew from his academics that history was written by the victor. So, why were there only three Sirens left and all female? Even in a world of magic, a bigger breeding population was needed, and the three didn't display different enough visible genetic markers to be anything other than family. That didn't sit well with the well muscled young man, things didn't add up. Again he looked down at Dagi, she looked so peaceful. He had investigated her and her sisters, prior to the battle of the bands the three girls had only been around for about three months before Sunset had come through the portal. Another thing that didn't make sense, if all that was left in their world was myths and legends about the Sirens, that spoke of a considerable amount of time. How then could they each have come out so close together? He sighed. His expertise was in pushing physical limitations past what anyone thought was possible. If this was a question of biology or how living systems worked he'd be well on his way to finding the answer but physics had always been beyond him. It was just not where his talents led. He felt Dagi shift restlessly and he held her tighter, sure enough she settled against him and feel further into her sleep cycle. She even drooled a little on his chest before settling down again. He smiled again at the adorableness. But it did speak of a particular muscle memory, Bulk was now sure of it. Sirens where insanely social creatures to have this response, the other girls must have trained themselves out of it. Dagi he bet for some reason couldn't. She was too used to cuddling with someone while she slept so with the social isolation her anxiety must have been extreme. What kind of hero did this to a preteen girl? One who evidently came from a world where such girls were sexually active, ‘what hell did you come from?’ he thought stroking her hair. Holding her close, he knew, it was time to nut up or shut up, if anyone else was going to try and harm his Dagi or either of her family members than they would have a very angry Bulk to deal with. All of the things that you have said and done Tells me what your story could be Can't really blame you for what you've done Just seems you were scared to me I don't care what you where About where your from What you did I'll always love you You had no choice To do what you did I won't judge your past I'll always be with you His conclusion -at some juncture in the history of Equestria, the species known as the Sirens must have begun feeding on negative energy. This adaptation then encouraged them to make sure there was a constant supply motivating them to cause such feelings and therefore putting them at odds with the powers that be. So predictably, those in power solved the problem of the Sirens with Genocide. The survivors decided to fight but, in an effort to be merciful, the last three where pushed into another dimension where they would live out the rest of their lives unable to harm anyone. I'LL keep you safe so that everyone knows I'll go to all your shows Just look into my eyes What you were and what you've been running from it's not here, They cannot touch you I will always protect you my Dagi Adagio shifted in her sleep, raising her head, she groggily looked at him, then mumbled, "I love you too, you sing nice, trying to sleep, you go to sleep too." Upon this declaration she plopped her head down on his chest and added yet more drool, then burped, farted and settled back to sleep. He smiled, kissed the top of her head and finally fell contentedly asleep himself. Author's Note That there at the end is how a man knows a woman is his. She is not afraid to do all that and it in no way bothers him. He just finds it adorable. I want to thank Jay David for inspiring this pairing. In his Equestria Girls timeline Adagio finds work as a masseuse at the Canterlot spa. I just happened to like the idea that Bulk would be the one to not only not hold a grudge but help her get the job after her very crushing defeat. From what I've seen he seems to be that kind of guy. Someone who is stronger than with just his muscles but his heart as well. Someone that Adagio would need and could develop a more healthy relationship with. Keep in mind that, although that inspired this ship it in no way is connected to anything he has done nor am I trying to link it in any way to his. However, I do believe in giving credit were it is do and those stories planted the seed for this shipping in my brain. So Thank you Mr. David, this is all your fault.
Apple Whiskey: Spike - Self Esteem (Edited)Spike left the Boutique with the worst case of friend-zoned blueball syndrome in all history. He kicked a rock and watched it skip along the ground. Why!? He was literally surrounded with mares. He knew for a fact that several of the younger mares in town found him attractive... but no- he had to crush on and pursue the one mare he couldn't even get a handy from! GAH!!!!! Worse, his time off not working as Twilight’s assistant he solely dedicated to helping Rarity with any projects she wanted. He would forego sleep, rest, food, fun, anything, and everything he might otherwise have wanted to do just so he could be close to her. He had even helped her get laid on more than one occasion!!!!! The sexually frustrated hormonal little teenage dragon walked onward reflecting on his 'relationship' with the alabaster mare. (Imitating Rarity). Blah blah, blah Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah I cut her off for the tenth time today Even practiced just walk away When she asked for help I lost my nerve I broke my back Helping her work I know I'm getting used Buts its okay though cause It's just me that's hurt I know there's no hope for me That's okay cause of My level Self-esteem. Ponies parted as he stalked forward,none of his usual friends daring come close. He noticed a flare of red hair in the background- Applebloom, a victim of should've when he had the chance; instead he had been too busy wasting his time chasing and lusting after a mare he was never going to have. He couldn’t blame AB for giving him space, thunderhead walking as he was. Still, would have been nice to have her comfort or concern-he could have used a win, any female attention would have been welcome what with his track record being strictly losses. I have plans to make things right I wait to long I don't want to fight This situation has me so low If this keeps up I just really might blow Even masturbation wasn't much of a relief seeing as if Twilight caught him or sometimes even suspected he got grounded. Not exactly fair considering her exploits- but he was young and dragon passions could be dangerous without proper precautions and self control- neither of which she wanted to discuss, teach, or make accommodation for him. Nope, he was continually surrounded by the most beautiful, perfect, strongest, women on the planet and he had to stay the assistant- the little brother, the tag-a-long, gofer/ errand boy not allowed to have impulses- more a tool than a being- catering to wants more then having his own. Hell, he had saved the crystal empire twice- no three times! Helped make peace with the Changelings, prevented Garble from becoming Dragon Lord, gave the scepter to Ember, who let's face it was going to be an amazing leader, and stood alongside all of the main 6 even when they were at their lowest and yet wasn’t even allowed crank one off to a lingerie catalog without risk of grounding. Save the world- sure, unite past enemies multiple times- go for it! Almost get killed on the regular- damn straight, take a private moment to ease the growing pain and fire that is eating me day and night- Hell No! That’s gross, unnatural, wrong, bad dragon- you’re grounded- enjoy your torture. Every time he tried for a relationship, one of them would ruin it by interfering. Tarturus! The only thing worse than working for Rarity and helping Rarity in her romantic pursuits is Rarity taking interest in his love life- in all the ways he’d rather she didn’t. He should really know not to take relationship advice from a mare that keeps discarding men- once they’ve served their use in bed. Once she’d gotten her fill of them it wasn’t uncommon for her to turn to him for comfort, usually drunk, stinking of sex, she’d curl up close to cuddle, rub against him, and have him hold her. Gah!!!!!! She keeps saying I'm what she wants in a guy Gotta wonder then Why I'm still only her friend Then she's saying All that I want to believe I have to wonder how much more She can need Well I guess I should man The buck up But I really wish she could see Me that way The more you suffer The more you can Show you care Right!? HAH Worse, his dragon senses told him when a mare was digging on him and the only time Rarity’s smell indicated that towards him was when another mare showed interest. Just, enough to give him hope, to ensure he kept on paying attention and hopping after her- then he was right back to “Just a Friend Spike”, now with Kung-fu grip for those really hard tasks, cause Celestia knows he has absolutely no stallion-hood. Again he scented Bloom on the air-intoxicating... Celestia damn! There was a reason he had to avoid her when she was fertile. He really didn't want to hurt her, physically or emotionally. She was his best friend; he knew how she felt about him. Part of him wanted to take advantage- a part that slowly was getting stronger. Every day he went without relief, everyday he had to deal with the non-stop frustration that voice got louder, he took a breath. It would be fine. He would just go sit on the Apple's back porch the wind and calmness always soothed his mind. Who she'll date, just for a bit She bucks them more then she'll Ever admit Late some nights she'll creep up my door She got dumped again and needs Someone warm I know I should say go But that's kinda hard When she's crying so hard I feel so Dumb I am such a dweeb No, I'm just a Dragon With no Self-esteem There was his sanctuary, he could smell the sweet scent of Apples, the swaying of the trees, the pollen on the wind. He could feel the anger and the tension leaving him. Just a few more steps. She keeps saying She wants a dude Just like me But then she tells me How I'm only her friend She keeps saying all that I should get what I need Then she keeps them Only my friends Well I guess I should get some for myself I don't think I can just walk away She'll make me suffer If I ever really dared, Right!? Yeah!? He walked up to the back porch, a little bit of quiet to ease his beating heart and to put the voice back where it belonged, where he could ignore it. He only needed a moment of peace, to not be surrounded by mares for a bit. It was the perfect time of day, the back porch would be empty, AJ and Mac would be out working the farm, Granny would be in her sewing room, Applebloom would be out and about.... Wait, that scent! He watched as Applebloom finished her Heartsong and he knew he should go, but the voice spoke, "Applebloom, we need to talk." Author's Note I would like you all to know that I never meant for this to become this dark. When I originally wrote this more of myself poured into than I care to admit. I identify with Spike's predicament way to well, both from a sexual standpoint and from a being used standpoint. He and I share a sense of snark, a lot of the same skills and problem solving abilities and many of the same frustrations. Keep in mind, there is no excuse for taking advantage of another sapient being. It is wrong, end of story, but that voice that exists in the back of all guys heads past a certain age can be very convincing. All of us decent guys out there have ways to safely deal with it so that we can think clearly and make proper choices. However, Testosterone is both a combat drug and toxic, it does nothing to help us think clearly. Fortunately there are plenty of ways to clear it out. Masturbation happens to work the best. The problem comes when we shame such things, when we attach frustration and anger to such things. Especially in Spikes case, he would be wound up way to tight and that is not something a woman can understand, in the same way a guy is not going to understand anything having to do with a woman's cycle. They're just things that have to be experienced to be understood. However, saying that, my woman edited this and that was when this REALLY got dark. When Spike's anger and frustration really got out of hand. Most of the changes she made meant Spike became a hormonal repressed time bomb, ready to be set off by the right stimulus. A mare in heat that is not only interested but may be willing, with proper persuasion, that because of other traits is immune to anything that has interfered in the past, yeah, that is going to be a problem. So, yeah my woman apparently understands Spike a little to well too. Which is one of many reasons I love her so much.
Sweetie Bot - Button Mash: Not Gonna Die (intro) (Edited)Author's Note Did something a little different. The song is only the intro to Not gonna die by Skillet. The line breaks indicate comments that Button nor Sweetie are not aware of. In short they don't hear them. Still extra points if you can figure out who they are just don't post spoilers. It is not nice. PM me if you have a guess. I am much happier with this after me and Notjohnharker did those major edits. My woman is incredible. In the span of one lunch break she edited and, in parts rewrote the entire thing. Sweetie Bot - Button Mash: Not Gonna Die (intro) (Edited) "I love you Button Mash, Don't let this put out your fire." Button Mash, watched as Sweetie Belle began to rot away, the artificial Alicorna he had been failing on, eating her skin, her eyes, her muscles, her bones, before turning on her nervous system. He watched as her nerves were converted into purely Alicorna, watched as the same thing happened to her Alicorna system. Watched something he created turn the most wonderful mare ever into crystalline shards. He slumped to his knees, his grief stricken Heartsong torn from his lips. Sweetie please, speak to me Please don't leave me to this misery Oh Death, you won't have her Please not Sweetie, hear my final plea Death Please Death Please Dead Button cried, his tears fell, but then he looked. The Alicorna, it was stable. Somehow Sweetie had stabilized it herself. His breathing came faster, his tears started anew, what was he going to do? Then a coldness settled over him. His tears stopped. The world wanted to take his Sweetie from him? Unacceptable. It would not happen. He would not allow it. He was Button Mash, the smartest of his generation, educated by Twilight Sparkle, protege of Time Turner. The son of Love Tap; former head of Celestia's elite, his father was #13, the nameless criminal Earth pony that had sent the Canterlot nobles screaming in fear by removing their connection to any magic for a time. He was not going to let his beloved die in this way, he would see the world burned first. Why have we stopped here? Because he is important. This confounds me Fighting on so silently Her thoughts shallow Bringing up Such Complexity On the rise She can fight I can feel her Heartbeat C'mon, boy you can do this, you are in the seat of your power, you're the god here. What hold death has that you cannot break it on your whim here? You care to much for this one, could he be your.... You say those next words out loud or to anyone else, I don't care about what plans we have made I will personally find a way to wipe reality clean of your kind. And I will never forget. ............. He looked around his lab, then he knew. This was his place, it was her's as well, time to ‘nut up or shut up’. Using his holographic mana interface he called up the mystic works he was going to need, then grabbing a VR helmet he had been tweaking he fitted it to Sweetie's Alicorna infused brain. Button used the interface to project the circle that he was writing directly over Sweetie's form. A mechanical arm arose, upon it a syringe, ready to withdraw his blood. Button quickly double checked everything, he hadn't had time to put any safety measures into this circle. When his life's blood hit it, Sweetie would hopefully tap into the twin forces of her mental Self Identity and her Self Determination and she would remake herself, using that which was around her. His blood would give her a bit of his energy to start the process and link her sympathetically to his whole lab, then she should be able to continue on her own. If not she would tear his soul from his body as she remade herself. Either way she lived, death lost, and he won. Are you crying? Why do you weep for him? I'm just so proud of him. At last he is growing into an Adult. To risk so much for his love, To risk such for victory. He is no longer the cry baby others said he was. We can go now. He has proven himself, and I pity whomever would seek to take those he cares for from him. This is how she feels, not gonna be stolen This is how I feel when I've given up Crying She'll arise I may die He raised his front hoof, the syringe inserted itself and took the exact amount of fluid, then injected it directly into his circle. He felt the pull on his essence immediately as the process began. she will hear my hearts beat I can see these shadows gathering to fight WON'T GIVE HER UP!!!!! The process continued to drain him, bringing him closer and closer to death. Inventions and materials throughout the lab were being drawn into the vortex that had encompassed Sweetie. He watched, as his eyesight dimmed, as she remade the entirety of who and what she was biomechanically instead of merely biologically. To him she was more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. Button had not saved her life instead he had enabled her to remake herself. He could die now completely content Sweetie would live, that was enough. As Button breathed his last, a golden light poured out of his body, healing all of the damage to his essence, the remainder poured into Sweetie, speeding the process to an end. Button fell to the floor, completely exhausted. He smiled hearing his beloved gasp, he saw her arch her back as she returned to awareness. Then he realized, she was not aware of what had happened, she thought herself dead. He tried to rise, to rush to her. Sweetie’s skin hadn't finished imprinting. As she arose she glanced at her reflection in the nearest glass surface, watching in horror as her skin grew over her biomechanical form. She panicked and before he could reach her she had turned and ran out into the end of Celestia's day. "Sweetie, come back!" He cried, desperate to explain, to tell her that she had saved herself. That all he did was give her the means. She was the one that was stronger than Death, stronger then the rules of magic and reality. She had defied them all! He loved her more then ever and could do nothing as her new form allowed her to speed off faster than anyone could catch her. Tired, Button sank to the ground, his exhaustion, finally catching up to him
Apple Tart - Babs Seed: Heartbeat Song (Edited)Babs Seed stepped off the train into the Ponyville station, feelings and memories of a certain orange, purple maned ostrich driving her to distraction. She shook her head, she hadn't even contacted her cousin Applebloom- she had just hopped a train and two hours later got off here. She was finally moving forward with what she wanted; she had joined a juvenile league roller derby team, and was also beginning a career as an amateur mixed martial artist. Still, that ostrich drove her to fixation. She needed to see her. She needed to resolve what this was. She needed to know if the ostrich felt the same way. This is my Hoofbeat Song How do I say it Been her’s all along How do I say it Up Up, Up, Up, All Night Long Stayed Up All Night Long She was losing sleep, losing focus, all around her she saw the ostrich. Purple maned mares, especially ones with an orange coat had been catching her eye more and more. Her heart would begin to hurt when she realized that they were not her ostrich. Thoughts of her rival made her heart pound. A flush coming to her face, she dreamed of that moment when they laid on the grass after they fought. She wished that they had gone farther than just a snuggle. Again such thoughts brought a blush to her face as she walked off the train platform. She headed towards town, if she knew the ostrich, she would be running, training for one of the local dance, parkour, or martial arts competitions. Just as Babs was pushing herself to what she wanted, she knew the ostrich was doing the same. Both had been living up to their promise to the other, to be the rival the other needed. You, what the Buck have you done? You're different from where I come from And I'M so used to being numb Now these feelings coming on so strong Anticipating all the fun Like a sprinter, about to run I can hear it pounding Hoofbeats loud inside me Haven't heard it before this time It was then she saw the ostrich, moving through the town. Babs saw her gracefully use an earth pony technique to scale Sugarcube Corner. In an instant Babs found herself running along the ground, mirroring the ostrich's path, clearing anything in her way, taking a tact out of the ostrich's own book she channeled her Earth Pony Magic to push off, not just the ground, but all other surfaces, giving the impression she was gliding. Babs smirked, the ostrich was not the only one that could learn to do things a different way. Babs had studied the way Pegasi used their magic and adapted it for herself, just as the ostrich had studied Earth Pony magic. This is my Hoofbeat Song You're gonna hear it Been yours all along And I just couldn't say it Up, Up, Up, Up going strong Up, Up, Going strong This is my Hoofbeat Song And I'm gonna say it Turned me on Not gonna fake it Up Up Up Up going strong Up Up going strong I wasn't gonna give my heart out But I wish I had known what I know now I would've never left this town My hoofs touching your hips And your kiss on my lips I've wanted that for so long She followed closely and she realized that Scootaloo wasn't an ostrich any longer. She had found her way to fly, she had found her way to surpass even her mentor Rainbow Dash. She had ascended to the heights of angels. Babs heart grew warm, but no longer was it a distraction, now it was a source of strength. She was in love with Scootaloo. It was time to Pony Up or Shut Up. It was time to admit this not just to Scootaloo but herself. She kept pace with her Valkyrie, matching her speed and skill on the ground as her beloved claimed the sky. This was what she had desired, this is where she belonged. This is our Hoofbeat Song We're gonna play it Been this way we just couldn't say it Up Up Up Up going strong Up Up going strong This is our Hoofbeat Song We already play it Turned this up We know not to fake it Up Up Up Up going strong Up Up going strong On that day I wished I'd reached for you I don't believe I ever lived without you Scoots, you create a life so brand new Let's not waste more Time Babs watched as her one, the one that was the her other half, landed her form, perfect as always. She watched the muscles on Scoots body-so lean and strong. Babs knew now what to call what she was feeling. She knew its name now. She was in love. She was in love with the most beautiful mare she had ever seen. Why had she wasted time? Why had she agonized for a second on saying her feelings out loud? She had been a coward, now it was time to rectify that. We have or Hoofbeat Song We alone can hear it Turned us on We're gonna make it Up Up Up Up going strong Up Up going strong This is our Hoofbeat Song We alone sing it Been all along Only gotta sing it Up Up Up Up going strong Up Up going strong Babs took a breath, she needed to steady herself. In her moment of quiet she heard Scoots Heartsong, it was completely about her. Babs Smile widened. The mare she loved felt the same way. Yippee! Scootaloo had yet to turn around, had yet to acknowledge her presence. Babs knew she hadn't been noticed, otherwise Scootaloo would have greeted her warmly. Babs smile turned into something a little more flirtatious. She quietly crept up behind the object of her affection and then said very calmly. "Hey, that a blush I see are you just happy to see me?" Author's Note Alright these are the last of the old edits, now I am going to be posting new chapters, Up next Rough Diamond - Featherweight: Uptown Girl. I will post it before Notjohnharker edits it then will repost it after she does so, just so those that read this first can see the difference. I will also be doing so with that last chapter which will be Star Crossed - Time Turner (I am not sure of the song yet). Just two more chapters and this one will be completed and it will be on to the next. Until I have cleared my backlog. Oh, YEAH!
Rough Diamonds: Feather Weight - Uptown GirlFeather sat in the locker room, his head under a towel. His mind went back to the incident that had just occurred. The young colt had just successfully defeated all opponents that had come before him. He had known that there was one more, one more that he was looking forward to seeing in the ring. Both as a friend and as an opponent. He had paused to get a drink and wink at Diamond, he loved to tease her. He new that he had no chance, still it was fun to make her blush. Uptown Mare She's Been Living amidst her Privileged World I know she'll never want me as her guy I don't have to ask her why I'll never try for that Uptown Mare She moves among the high bred crew As long as I can be helpful as I can I'll stay next to her, her Downtown Man That's all I am Feather never heard a bell, he just saw Diamond's eyes widen and her shout "Feather look out!" He'd spun to the left, this was an opponent he knew well, after all. The referee had moved to intervene but Feather had glared him off. Rumble was the one that had decided to do this, Featherweight, at the time, had no problem indulging. As kids, Rumble had always been more than a little bit of a bully. As he and Feather had grown older they had bonded. Especially as Feather got into boxing, finding that like journalism, he had a gift for it. Both he and Rumble ended up in the same weight class, so they spared often. He remembered feeling betrayed that Rumble was doing this, Feather had thought they were past this. Feather had blocked Rumble's sloppy left jab returning it with a devastating right cross of his own. Rumble hadn't even tried to block or dodge. He had taken Feather's the blow square across the face. Feather had gasped, this was wrong, Rumble had always fought better than this, put on a better showing. What was going on? She always knows what she wants, by design It's my dream that she might be mine She'll see I'm not just some Thug That I'm In Love with that Uptown Mare The Feather had spotted the signs, Rumble stank of alcohol. Feather had needed to end it quick, a quick jab to the solar plexus to knock the wind out of his friend and a Haymaker clinched the round with a KO. As Rumble was taken from the ring Feather had signaled his brother. Bulk had come over, his eyes questioning, Feather had waved his hand for silence and then asked. "Bulk can you get Rumble to the Locker Room, he really doesn't need anyone to see him right now. Something's wrong, bring the Headache kit. We're gonna need it" Sighing, Bulk sadly had watched as a young man he saw as another little brother had been carried to the locker room. He'd nodded his head. Rumble at least deserved a chance to explain. He'd get it. They'd all deal with the fall out afterwards. You know I've seen her use those High Class Boys She gets tired of them and seems so bored She turns down all those presents High Class Mares are supposed to enjoy. I wish I had a chance. Feather thought back to the conversation he'd had with Rumble. After the 'Headache' meds had cleared the the red coated pegasus' head, Feather had waited. It had not been a long wait. "Oh God Feather, please tell me I didn't do what I think I did." "If you mean Rumble, don't tell you that you tried to hit me from behind, before the bell rang, and then fought like absolute Bantha Poodo, then sure I won't tell you. I'd like to know why, though." "Honestly, when I got dumped by Scoots it messed me up awful. I know it wasn't my fault and I just had the bad luck to be the last guy before she figured she prefered mares, but still. Well, I bummed around and ended up having a one night stand with Silver. Thought it was something serious too. But I acted like it wasn't because what's a Mare like that gonna see in a guy like me. I'm nothing. Well turns out it was something to her too and now she won't come near me. She's seeing some Rich Teen Stallion, I wasted my chance with the most beautiful and intelligent mare I ever seen because I was stupid. Today was the anniversary of that hook up. So I did another stupid thing and got drunk, which by the way I'm never doing again. Not going to becoming a Drunk like my old man, especially since apparently I have his liquid temper." "But why'd you come at me like that? I'm not after Silver, I barely even like her. We tolerate each other's existence because Diamond needs the both of us for her plans to work. If not for Diamond I doubt I even could stand to be around her." Rumble had looked at Feather, completely dumbfounded. Glancing at Bulk, Feather's older brother had scoffed and said. "Yeah, Rumble I had that reaction too." Feather had stared at his brother, "Reaction to what?" Rumble's eyes had narrowed, his jaws had set. Reaching over he had boxed Feather across the top of his head "Damn Feather, and I thought I was an Idiot. You realize that Diamond has wanted you for years? Don't make the same mistake I did. Go get the girl and hold onto her. You two where making such eyes at each other that in my drunken haze I jealously struck out, much to my regret. Now I wish I was sober and back in the ring to beat the stupid out of you. Go get her dude, don't let a good Mare get away because you were to idiotic to even try, I at least got one perfect night with mine." Rumble had left after that, Feather wasn't sure but he might have seen Silver glance his way before returning to her data and spreadsheets. Uptown Mare I'll never be able to get her what she deserves But maybe If I've got a chance I can show her what kind of Guy I am And then she'll see That when She's walking I want her as Mine And that when she talks She's always on my mind She's gonna see I'm not just a Thug Just Because I'm in love With that Uptown Mare Feather shook himself from his memories. By now everyone had probably left. But it was time to Nut up or Shut up as his Uncle Tallahassee often said. He knew Diamond would be waiting, he knew that she would have certain words to say to him. Well, he had certain words to say to her too. She hates that High Bred World As long as she wants me as her Guy I will be her Downton Guy That's What I've always been Uptown Mare She's My Uptown Mare I am so in Love with that Uptown Mare My Uptown Mare Throwing on his clothes, his hair still damp from his shower, he strode out into the gym and sure enough there she was. Turning to him, she immediately opened her mouth to scold him for his recklessness. He never gave her the chance. He crossed to her and pulled her tight, shutting her up with the most passionate kiss he could give her. He and Diamond had used to many words, to many excuses as it was. She melted into him, kissing him back the young couple stayed that way as Luna's night stretched on, just two kids in love. Two separate pairs of eyes watched, each unaware of the other, one set belonging to Silver and one set belonging to Rumble, sighing for chances lost, they left the young Special Someponies to their night. Each wishing for what their two best friends had. Author's Note Here it is at last, the chapter that gave me so much trouble and sent this story careenig into Hiatus. Finally done. I am posting this before Notjohnharker is able to edit it, merely to give all of you a chance to see the difference. Kind of a reward for giving this a chance first. Besides, I also think of it as a bit of free publicity for her. After all I most certainly will not object if any out there wish to engage her as an editor or a co-author. I want her to go back to writing, I miss hearing her gift for words.
Star Crossed - Time Turner: I'm With YouTurner searched through his workshop, he was searching for something. Something lost among the rows of clocks and gears, forgotten amongst the devices that cluttered his home. I'm frantic in my mind I'm all alone in the dark Why can't I Find what I already found My heads spins around I hear something but there's no sound Why Can't I get through? DOCTOR!!!!! He feels it, just at the edge of his perception. Gripping his head as pain lances through his mind, Turner staggers into his work table, scattering the gizmos and trinkets. "But that isn't my name is it?" He asks the empty shop. What is this deep inside me? Why do I feel so far from my Home? Inside something is beginning to rise Trying to Break free of my mind There was someone by my side She was taken from me I need to know who she is She is my home She is my Home Another pulse of pain arcs through his mind, he grabs a sylndrical object in his thrashing. Pushing a button on its side a vibration issues forth. Instantly the pain ceases. He is close to finding it, to finding the answer to it all. In the back of his shop, at the bottom of a pile of junk, a pocket watch begins to shine. Why, Lina, it's so good to finally meet you! Who are You? Why can't I get to my Doctor? Another voice talking th e first, the pain begins to rise, but a blast of sound from his..... screwdriver?..... banishes it back to the recesses of his mind. A pane of glass in his head is beginning g to break and the stallion known as time turner needs to know what is behind it. He heres the laughter of children and the voice of an angel. The cmplicated historu of old friends, whose difference were never irreconcilable, no matter what either of them thought. "I am....." He begins, but stops, his mind is clouded, but something calls. The hands of the pocket watch at the back of the shop begin to move. I'm looking for that place I need to see her face Is this all I've ever known Cause Nothing's ever right And it all seems so wrong I need to find my home Isn't it time to come find me I need her to take me home None of this is right Seeking deep inside my mind She needs to come take my hand Lead me back to the love we knew I Don't know who she is But I want to be with her To Be with her Just call me Missy, dear Lina and I am the oldest friend of your husband Oldest Friend? Care to explain where you've been? OUR CHILDREN WERE TAKEN FROM US!!!!! Not to belittle your need for the answer to that perfectly rational question Lina but, how did you get to that knife at my throat so quick? And where were you keeping it? I'm a Pegasus, we were bred for war, and as a mailmare I have to be quick. As for where I kept it? A mare has to have some secrets. I sit wrong that I'm incredibly turned on right now? The ticking of the world around him seeks to overwhelm him as the glass wall in the back of his head continues to fracture. A terrible pressure that not even his sonic screwdriver can eleviate. He knows that if he can just say his name, that which he should never forgotten, this will all cease. I am the ....... The pocket watch begins to chime. Oh, why do I feel so confused This thing inside my mind Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah This power inside Seeks to break its way free Why won't she come hold my hand Tell me who I am I need to know who she is She will lead me home lead me home Lead Me home Guide me by the Hand Take me Far from here I call to how you are You are both my Home Both My Home I'm Going Home Going Home Turner faces the wall of glass in his head, he stares into it. He is done being afraid, done seeking something he can't find. "What is it Button, always says? Time to Nut Up Or Shut Up?" he chuckles "A but more vulgar than I like, but the young stallion hit the head on the nail on that one. Time to face this." The Pocket Watch goes silent. Please, Ms Lina. She is here to help Don't you get smart with me! You haven't been around to visit either! Honestly I treat you and the Lonely Pegasi like family, give you muffins, and the both of you let my kids be taken! Liba, dear. He went and got me. I was several realities away. I never got to be an Auntie, and your the only female, he's ever been with that I even remotely think is worthy of him. Besides, I,,,,,,, Huh? EXTERMINA.... Wow, I didn't know that you actually could get a Dalek to eat it's own armor. She really seems to have the lot of them on the run. I had no idea that cybermen and daleks could run or scream like that. By the way, forget me always, what do they keep calling her. The Beautiful End He watched as the fractures spiderwebbed across the glass, observed the golden light leaking through. He finally knew his name. Knew who he was seeking, he could hear her, shouting for him. Lina, sounded both impatient and angry, the stallion smiled, she had every right to be. It wasn't very gentlemanly to keep a lady waiting. Well, he had best get to her before she wiped them all out. When she got like that it was the only time the Doctor ever felt sorry for the daleks. "Huh, That's my name. Don't worry, I'm the Doctor. Has A nice ring, doesn;t it?" The Glass wall shattered, as all of his memories returned to him, striding forward in anger the Doctor went forth to reclaim his family, and Celestia help all those that stood in his way, for surely no one else would. Author's Note Here it is, the end of Cycle 2. Each of these was supposed to go on to have it's own story, all woven back and forth through each other. But Now I will move onward to the next I intend to complete. The next story me and Notjohnharker will be working on together will be: Monster's Debt Paid
Crazy Love - Discord: Clarity (Edited)Author's Note Thus another chapter of my life begins. Begins by the finishing of those tasks, that I set forth, then abandoned in failure. The First two stories of the Fate Woven Timeline are designed to be a set up for the rest of the stories to come next. Each of the Pairings found here were originally going to get their own tales. Each woven together by the common thread of the love of the two main characters. I have no idea if or when this will happen. I just know that before I can move forward I must finish what I started. The song that I rewrote to fit this tale is Clarity by Zed. Thus Cycle 2 begins. Crazy Love - Discord: Clarity (Edited) Discord sat among the chaos of his dimension. His thoughts turning to a certain butter yellow coated, pink haired mare. Sensing his want, a window opened to allow the Lord of Chaos to observe his dearest friend. When the Storm King had attacked he had both not been at the Friendship Festival, and had then intentionally stayed away. He shuddered to think of what the Storm king might've done with Chaos magic added to what the satyr had already stolen. He had stayed away so the girls could stand a chance. However, all of the enemies of Equestria that should’ve taken advantage given the circumstances... well, found themselves.... otherwise occupied. Chrysalis discovered that she was only able to say those most terrifying words, "I'm from the government,I'm here to help" and could only appear as an ERS agent. Tirek found it impossible to move when the floor of his cell turned into broccoli flavored yogurt. Sombra found himself trapped in smoke form, inside a Hooka, inside a vape shop, in Manehatten. He had returned them all to the states they were in when he found them afterwards, per Fluttershy’s anticipated wishes. Still, he had not once gone to the side of his more timid friend, and she had done wonderfully. She had been brave, friendship had triumphed, but still he stayed away. It wasn't because of guilt at not coming sooner or any nonsense, instead it was because the last time he felt this way he had been betrayed, hurt and then lost himself. He had lost everything. I Cry Deep Inside My Mind Where the Hurt stays for all time This fear of causing Pain Never worth all of the time Hearts stop right before we crash I've always known how this ends As time ticks till I break your heart and I turn this world again Cause you've been a piece of me I didn't know I need Holding you close to me Still run and I can't think why If this love ends tragically Where does that Leave Me? If This is my Insanity Why have I such Clarity? It was Tuesday he knew, he watched as she made the tea, he had not gone in the weeks after the Storm King. He had no idea what to say, how to explain. Gah! Why was this so complicated? Normally he liked confusion, it was fun to watch and cause. This though, it hurt to stay away, it might hurt more if she turned him down. Could he remain her friend once he had spoken the words out loud? Could he be with her if he was only allowed to be her friend? Was that all it was? Why is my Love a Tragedy Could you be the Remedy If my love's insanity Why does this feel clear to me Go on and I make Mistakes and you still call me your friend That goes down to my soul and makes me forget it all makes sense Don't Say not to Leave Cause we both know that I'll stay If you call then I'll Go to You And I'll be right there for you Cause You are this piece I need That I didn't know Behaving Chaotically It's alright and I'm Not sure Why They call our Love tragedy But You are my Remedy This Love is Insanity But it is my Clarity But it's My only Clarity This is the best Insanity You'll Always be my remedy It's all so Clear to Me “I would never abandon my friend. If she wants to stay just friends then that is what we will be. If she wishes for more... well then she can have that too. I will always be her friend and confidant, ever ready to assist in any way I can. As a friend or something more, I will never abandon her. So that bitch broke my heart- so what! I found someone that won't ever hurt me ! someone that will always be first and foremost my friend! I truly see now, my problem before was I saw the body, the face, not the heart. Now in her I can have both, kind and beautiful in all ways inside and out. If I have to spend the rest of her days only being a friend, helping feed her animals and slop them out then I will have considered that time well spent- no time with her is wasted. Whatever I can do to make her life easier and her happy is my greatest accomplishment. I am never going back to being that spoiled, self entitled, whiny little shit I was. Time to nut up or shut up." This Love's not Tragedy It will always be Our Remedy Yes Our Love's Insanity But Also Our Clarity Our Love is for Eternity She will always be my Remedy This Love will be Insanity Guided by our clarity She had become and always would be the center point of his world, and maybe he was wrong in feeling that. Maybe this could never work? He didn't care about past interests that had hurt him, caged him, betrayed him. He had been a monster still when she found him, what they and his pain had made him. But she had changed him , she had been the first to take a chance on a “dangerous creature”. She had beaten him at his own games not once, not twice, but three times!!!!! When was he ever going to find a mare like that again? Answer: half past never and fat chance!!!!! He pulled himself out of his chair, closing the viewing port, he slicked back his hair. He had a mare to see about Tuesday tea. After all, he was bringing the cucumber sandwiches- wouldn’t do to be late. He had even gotten their pointy hats on just right. With a snap of his fingers the Lord of Chaos dashed off to where the one he had always unknowingly waited for waited for him. Unnoticed by Discord, an Ivory white Alicorn watched the scene. She smiled, then was gone, knowing that when chaos and kindness come together, Love is always the result.
