Within the brightly colored interior of Sugar Cube Corner, Pinkie had put the fillies and drake to work under the thin excuse of pursuing a cutie mark in baking. Her pinkness even sang a catchy little song to maintain an assembly line rhythm to churn out sweets at maximum efficiency. Things were going so well that they only needed to bring out the fire extinguisher five times before Sweetie was taken off oven duty. In the end, no one got their cutie mark, but they did win the coveted right to lick the bowls and spoons.

Even so, the youngsters left the bakery feeling down.

“Hey, guys. Come on. This was just the first day,” Spike encouraged. “We’ve got all day tomorrow to do new stuff to get your cutie marks.” His attempts to raise spirits had fallen on deaf ears.

“Actually, Ah’ve gotta go ta Diamond’s cute-ceañera,” AB said glumly as she stared back at her rear, “with mah stupid blank flank.”

“Um, do you think I could go?” Sweetie asked hesitantly. “I don’t think I was invited, so would that be okay?”

“I wasn’t either, I don’t think,” added Scootaloo uncertainly.

Spike perked up, seeing his opening. “Actually, Twilight is going as a chaperone. That pretty much gives me an in. I’m sure the rest of you could come along as my guests.”

“Diamond wants the whole class there,” AB informed, still glum. “She wants ta show off how great her cutie mark is.”

“So that means we can all be together,” Spike assured while patting the yellow filly’s withers. “At least it won’t be boring, right?”

AB gave a defeated sigh. “Ah guess.”

“Yay! My first Ponyville party!” Sweetie cheered.

“And I’ve never been to a cute-ceañera before. This’ll be awesome,” Scootaloo added while excitedly buzzing her wings.

AB managed a smile at seeing how happy the others were. “Yeah. Ya know, Ah guess it won’t be that bad.”

***

The next day, AB got up bright and early. She didn’t really want to, but her daily chores had little sympathy for her mood. Plus, the hard work managed to help her feel a little better.

“Ya’ll headin’ ta the party?” AJ called expectantly.

“Ah am. Ah am!” AB replied, knowing this sort of thing was just part of her obligatory relationship with her family’s business partners. Somehow, thinking of it as yet another chore didn’t help much. However, once she’d washed up, she paused in front of her dresser and got an idea. After a second of rummaging, she threw on one of her pink skirts for the party. It seemed like just the right level of formal without being cumbersome. More importantly, it completely covered the offensive blankness of her flanks. Her saddlebags were then thrown on, and she was ready to head out.

“Good on ya’ll fer dressin’ up,” AJ encouraged as her sister walked by. “Diamond’ll appreciate that.”

“Uh, yeah. Sure will.” AB leaned up to kiss her sister on the lips. No tongue was exchanged, but the sweetness of apple horse’s lips did ease her nerves just a bit. “Ah’ll be back later.”

“An’ bring yer new friends along. Ah’m eager ta meet ‘em. After all that yammerin’ ya did last night, they sound interestin’. Now get!” She gave her sister a playful shove on the rump, sending her sliding several meters out the door in a single motion.”

“Show off,” AB scoffed a little enviously as she headed off into town.

“Hey, there, Apple Bloom,” greeted Scootaloo. “How’s it hangin’?”

“Oh, ya know. A little shriveled ‘n’ to the left,” she answered tiredly.

Scootaloo blinked, dumbfounded.

AB shrugged her defeat. “Ah don’t know. Ah heard Pinkie say that once ‘n’ ponies laughed.”

Scootaloo nodded, sympathetic of her new friend’s failed attempt at humor, and turned to look back down the road. “So, what’s life like on a farm?”

“Busy. We got chores out the wazoo, ‘n’ that’s with all our slaves pullin’ double duty.”

“Cooooo! I’ve never had a slave before. Is it fun?”

“Well, they ain’t actually mine. Most belong ta Granny since she runs the farm, but mah brother ‘n’ sister got a few they get ta give exclusive orders to. Special duties ‘n’ all that.”

“I guess that makes sense, but shouldn’t you have at least one?”

“They ain’t pleasure slaves. At least that’s what Granny always says. ‘They’s here ta work, so don’t go distractin’ them with too many shenanigans ya little twats,’” AB recited in imitation of a cantankerous old lady.

“But… you still get to fuck them, right?”

AB shrugged. “Sometimes. We do plenty o’ oral, sure, but there ain’t any foals mah age ta really play with, ya know.”

Scootaloo’s ears drooped. “Sounds boring.”

“Never let Granny hear you say that,” AB warned. “‘If’n ya got time ta be bored, ya got time enough ta get back ta work,’” she imitated again, somehow sounding even more old and irate than before. “You laugh, but Ah’m serious. She won’t care if yer a guest ‘r’ not.”

Scootaloo continued chuckling, but a bit more nervously. “Anyway, was there anything you wanted to do after the party? I’ve got some great ideas for more death-defying deeds of daring.” She kicked and punched at the air as she finished.

“Ah’m up fer it, though Ah think Sweetie might have other ideas.”

“Psssh, whatever. What’s the point of getting a cutie mark if it’s not something cool?”

“Ah’m pretty sure we don’t actually get a say in what our cutie marks are.” AB looked thoughtfully back at her dress-covered flank. “One pony once told me that it’s already there, but we gotta figure it out ‘efore it shows itself.”

“Nuh-uh. My Aunt Holiday told me destiny’s, like, fluid or something. You can actually change it if you reeeally set your mind to it.”

“How do ya know if yer destiny’s changed if it was blank ‘efore the mark showed up?”

Scootaloo rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “I don’t really remember all of what she said, but it made sense at the time.”

“We should ask Spike. He hangs out with Twilight all the time, so Ah bet he knows.”

“Plus, he said Twilight’s gonna be at the party, so we could just ask her there.”

“Hey! Maybe she knows some cutie mark spells?” AB asked, her melancholy evaporating as new hope sparked inside her.

“You guys talking about cutie marks?” Sweetie asked as she trotted up to them. “I hope it’s not something that’ll get us killed before puberty.”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes and muttered something the white filly couldn’t hear.

“Yeah. We were thinkin’ o’ askin’ Twilight ta cast a cutie mark spell on us!”

“Do those even exist?” Sweetie asked skeptically.

“If they do, Ah’ll bet Twilight knows one!” AB pranced in place as her giddiness threatened to boil over.

“Hmm. I’m not so sure.”

“Why not?” Scootaloo asked. “Makes sense to me.”

“Well, it makes sense that if such a spell existed, somepony like Twilight would know it,” Sweetie allowed. “But if it did exist, wouldn’t it be mandatory or something?”

“How so?”

“Well, like how all ponies who know healing magic are doctors. They kind of have to,” Sweetie reasoned. “So if there were a spell to give out cutie marks, or even show what it is, I think it’d either be sold, or be a part of medical exams.”

“Huh. That’s some smart thinkin’,” AB agreed. “Ya jus’ come up with that?”

“Rarity kind of gave me the idea. I was so excited after all the stuff we tried yesterday. I guess I was kind of talking her head off. So she shoved my face in her pussy and said she wished she knew a spell to give me my cutie mark already, or at least give me a clue. So if even she doesn’t know about it, it’s probably not real.”

“That… makes sense.” All of AB’s enthusiasm fizzled as Sweetie’s logic set in. “Dammit!”

“Speaking of last night,” Scootaloo spoke up, hoping to change the subject, “I was thinking about something me and Spike were talking about.”

“About you bein’ afraid o’ dick?”

“No!” Scootaloo denied defensively. “It was before that. I told him that all four of us were at the Slutty Sun Celebration together. Then it came to me in the shower that all four of us have a connection to the Mane Six.”

“The who?” AB asked.

“It’s what they’re calling our sisters and the other Elements of Debauchery,” Sweetie explained.

“Exactly. Your two sisters,” Scootaloo pointed, “Spike is kind of Twilight’s brother or something, and I’m Rainbow Dash’s biggest fan and future lover. It’s like, there’s a connection, and we were all chosen as Princess Lunaughty’s first lovers since she got all de-evilified.”

AB clucked her tongue ponderously. “Ya know, after that talk ‘bout destiny ‘n’ stuff, that kinda sounds like it might be somethin’.”

“Something how?” Sweetie asked.

“Ah don’t know. Jus’… somethin’.” The yellow filly inhaled deeply. “Maybe it’s got somethin’ ta do with our cutie marks!”

“Destiny, maybe,” Sweetie conceded, “but Spike’s not a pony. How can our connection be cutie marks if he’ll never get one?”

“Maybe he’s gonna help us find ‘em?” AB proposed hopefully.

“But that’s something else I was wondering,” Scootaloo elaborated. “There’s the four of us, but what about Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy? They don’t have a connection with anypony our age, do they?”

AB shook her head, causing her bow to bob. “Ah don’t think so.”

It was Sweetie’s turn to gasp. “Maybe it’s our destiny to find these lost two. It could be like one of those ancient quests where brave ponies set out into the unknown, brave great dangers, and gather powerful and plucky allies along the way, all to make some great discovery or vanquish some wicked fiend!”

Scootaloo looked skeptical. “You’re excited for that, but you’re afraid of kicking more sandbags?”

“Hey! A quest is totally different. Don’t judge my priorities.”

“Too late,” the orange filly shot back.

The pegasus and unicorn scowled at one another for several seconds. As the earth pony contemplated her future role as the referee for these two, the pair started to laugh at their silly dispute. AB wiped a bead of sweat from her brow, glad that they were all still friends.

“Hey, guys!” Spike waved as he hurriedly waddled up to join the trio. “What’d I miss?” The three caught the drakeup on their theories. “Actually, yeah. You’re probably onto something.”

“We are!?” Sweetie’s voice had gone so high-pitched that a number of nearby dogs yelped in pain. “So there’s gonna be an adventure with magic, dragons, and beautiful maidens?”

“You’ve already got magic,” Scootaloo reminded.

“And you’ve got a dragon.” Spike proudly puffed his chest out.

“‘N’ not ta brag,” AB began, “but Ah think we can all agree Ah’m the prettiest maiden here.”

“Oh, you did not just go there,” Sweetie growled playfully. “You have any idea how long it takes to get my fur in this pristine condition?” She turned her body in such a way that it reflected the sunlight like a lens, inadvertently blinding an innocent squirrel that then fell out of a tree.

“Nice one,” Scootaloo whispered, sharing a hoof bump with the white filly.

“I learned from the best,” Sweetie acknowledged.

“Exactly. You gotta work fer it. But aaall this,” AB gestured down her body, “is pure natural.”

“Hey, lesbo,” Sweetie snapped at Scootaloo. “Which of us do you think is prettiest?”

Caught off guard, Scootaloo gawked as her gaze darted between the two. She really didn’t want to get involved in something like this. “I’ve, uh, got a thing for older, more colorful, and awesome mares. So I think I’ll sit this one out.”

“’N’ what about you, Spike?”

“I also abstain,” Spike avowed, “on the grounds that this is a girl fight, I’m a guy, and I value living. Although I will say you two sound almost exactly like your sisters right now.”

“Oh, good,” Sweetie squeaked. “I’ve actually been practicing my Rarity to,” she deepened her voice and flipped her mane, “make myself sound more sophisticated.”

“’N’ Ah’m cursed with groin’ up in a farm family. Ain’t nopony got none no time ta jibber jabber all fancy-like.” She finished by spitting into a nearby potted plant, nearly knocking it over.

“Good distance,” Scootaloo complimented.

“Now that one does take a lot ‘o hard work ‘n’ practice.”

The quartet continued their banter all the way into Sugar Cube Corner. There was the standard fare of balloons, streamers, and confetti littering the floor – which was no surprise, given who’d they’d gotten to plan the party – but it was all emblazoned with Diamond’s cutie mark to leave no mistake whom this party was for. Oddly, about a quarter of attendees were adults, way more than the expected number of chaperones. When the quartet saw Filthy Rich schmoozing with a few of the guests, they figured the adult crowd had been lured with the promise of rubbing elbows with the business tycoon. The foals were laughing, running about, and consuming an unhealthy quantity of sweets, as youngsters were prone to do.

AB scanned the crowd and quickly zeroed in on Diamond Tiara. The pink filly was standing beside Silver Spoon, as usual. Both were wearing the fanciest, frilliest outfits in the shop, signifying their specialness. However, the pair seemed oddly alone. Anytime somepony would approach to offer their well-wishes, Silver was the only one who actually bothered engaging. Diamond would either scoff at the foals or offer an obviously forced courtesy to the adults.

“Weird,” the yellow filly commented to herself.

Diamond had been suffering from an eternity of boredom. Her mother would have called this party a drab gathering of unsophisticated mongrels. She’d actually used those exact words as an excuse not to come, souring her daughter’s mood from the start. From there, every tiny error seemed to stand out and add to the pink filly’s bad mood. She’d managed to maintain good manners for the adults. They were all potential business partners for her father, and she’d long ago learned the importance of such connections. That was why every time she gave one of these brown-nosing money grubbers a smile, it was always through gritted teeth. The foals offered no connections, so she was free to be more honest in her contempt.

Silver had been pressing her side to Diamond’s since before the party began. She didn’t say anything, having long ago learned that Spoiled was usually a sore subject. So she showed her support with gestures, tender kisses, and the occasional bits of talking to herself about the quantity of presents and how the two of them were the best dressed. Diamond almost never thanked her gray friend with words, but she did close the distance whenever Silver moved more than an inch away.

“Hey, look who’s here,” Silver whispered into Diamond’s ear.

Diamond followed her silver friend’s hoof. Apple Bloom was standing alongside that drake and a couple of other ponies she didn’t really recognize. Her muscles went taut as she subtly checked herself over. “How do I look? Is my mane okay? Any wrinkles in my dress? My tiara’s straight, right? How about-”

Silver silenced the pink friend with a full-mouth kiss. She hummed in honest delight at the tenderness of Diamond’s lips and felt a small rush of exhilaration as she felt her friend relax. It filled her with pride to know she’d been the one to do this. That was her power. At the same time, it also hurt to know what, or rather, who had brought on this small panic attack. Still, Silver knew Diamond. And she knew that the best thing for her right now, was to be literally pushed into facing the source of her anxiety.

As Diamond neared the quartet, she felt her expression of fear morph into a smug scowl. As much as she hated it, it was her defense mechanism for dealing with circumstances she didn’t like. “Well, if it isn’t Apple Bloom,” she said with a sneer. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

“Hey, Diamond,” AB greeted tiredly, unbothered by the pink filly’s tone. “Happy cute-ceañera.”

“It most certainly is. Just look at all these ponies. They’ve all come to celebrate my special day! But I guess you wouldn’t know about-eep!” She yelped when Silver elbowed her ribs. “Um, I mean… It’s nice enough. But, uh,” her eyes fell to the floor and her shuffling hooves, “it’s even nicer now that you’re-”

“So, are there rules on the cupcakes?” Scootaloo cut in. “Everypony seems to be taking what they want, so is it like a buffet?”

Struck by a feeling of sudden panic, Sweetie pulled AB’s ear to her face. “Look at all those presents. Should we have brought something?”

AB brushed her white friend off. “Nah. It’s fine. Most o’ those are probably from her daddy, anyway.”

Diamond winced. The truth of AB’s words felt like a slap to the face.

“But Ah did get somethin’.” AB paused to fish around her saddlebags until she extracted a small flat present wrapped in white paper and tied off with a red bow, just like hers. “Ah know yer daddy’s rich ‘n’ all, but AJ thought you’d like this.”

Diamond had to restrain herself from snatching up the present like a starving animal. It was only with careful and controlled movements that she reached out to accept the package. “Oh, thank you very much.” Cradling it in one hoof, she bit her tongue to stop herself from disparaging the gift’s size. Instead, she gave it a gentle shake. There was no sound. “I wonder what it could be.”

“Might as well open it now,” AB offered while motioning to the stack of other presents. “It’s probably the cheapest thing out o’ the bunch.”

“Oh, well. I’m sure you did your best.” It was a good thing there weren’t any telepaths in the room. Otherwise, Diamond’s internal scream at her terrible word choice would have deafened them.

Silver hurriedly stepped in. “Yes, it’s a buffet. Eat as much as you want. Mr. Rich wants everypony to be as happy as Diamond. Also, there’s plenty of party games for you to try.”

“Sounds fun. Well, catch ya later,” AB said as she and the others turned to depart.

“You okay,” Silver whispered to her friend. Diamond was now clutching the present to her chest like her life depended on it.

“Whatever you want,” Diamond whispered. “Tonight, no, for the rest of the month, whatever you want to do, we’re doing it,” she said with deadly conviction.

Silver smiled appreciatively at her friend’s peculiar expression of gratitude and nosed at the pink filly’s cheek. “Even butt stuff?” she whispered.

“Whatever you want,” Diamond repeated as she backed up to the far wall.

Meanwhile, the quartet was busy enjoying the party. The flow of pastries from the kitchen seemed unending as the tables never went empty. Most likely, Mr. Rich had paid extra for that particular service. Party games included all the old classics like piñatas, musical chairs, pin the butt plug on the pony, duck duck goose with actual goosing, and so on.

“Hey, Twilight,” Spike called after finally spotting her. He motioned the others to come over to listen as well. “There’s something we wanted to talk to you about.”

“What is it, Spike?”

“A new theory about the Elements and their weirdness.” Twilight was immediately hooked and summoned a quill and parchment. Spike relayed all that he and the fillies had come up with, pausing every now and then whenever one of them wanted to contribute more directly. “What do you think?”

“Spike… this is incredible!”

“Wait, incredible how?” Spike asked skeptically. “Because knowing you…”

“I mean that you’re absolutely right. Which one of you suggested the quest, again?”

Sweetie raised a hoof. “That was me. Wait… Is that really going to happen?”

“Statistically speaking, nine out of ten newly discovered or re-discovered magical artifacts are linked to a harrowing quest of some sort. The others and myself overcame many of Nightmare Moon’s tricks and trials to reach our goal of finding the Elements. However, of those that do involve quests, a further 76% have been known to lead to further questing by individuals tangentially related to the initial quest. In this case, as you said, the way all four of you have connections to the other Element bearers combined with your selection by Lunaughty.

“You know, Clover the Clever once wrote that destiny is a very fickle bitch. Sometimes she’s so subtle that you can’t be sure she’s done anything at all. Other times she’s like a raging bull in a glass shop,” Twilight recited. “This isn’t quite up to raging bull levels, but the signs are definitely there. And all four of you are very clever for having spotted them.”

“So… does this tell us anything about our cutie marks?” AB asked. “That’s kinda what we were hopin’ fer.”

Twilight shook her head, hating the idea of disappointing the little fillies after their contribution to her research. “I’m afraid there’s nothing specific. The four of you are definitely connected, potentially with two others. Adults like to placate blank flanks by saying that not having their cutie marks is a sign that they have unlimited potential, but with you three, it’s actually true. There’s a 99% probability that your destinies will take you to great heights. It might not be something as newsworthy as saving the world, but you’ll definitely get to do something most ponies pining for adventure only get to dream about.”

“And what’s that?” Sweetie asked, eyes sparkling.

“You,” Twilight paused for dramatic effect, “are going to make a real difference in the world.”

Sweetie’s grin stretched to levels that only Pinkie had ever reached. AB’s jaw hung open in awe as she processed Twilight’s words. The other members of the quartet, however, had some additional questions.

“So, my being Rainbow Dash’s biggest fan is enough to get me,” Scootaloo motioned vaguely, “all that?”

Twilight popped her lips as she considered. “If my studies in ancient lore are worth a damn, which they absolutely are, I’m afraid I can only give you a hard maybe. Your connection is weaker than theirs, but that’s fine. All you need to do is strengthen your bond with your new friends and Rainbow Dash and-”

“Bond with Rainbow Dash!?” Scootaloo exclaimed, shaking like a vibrator. “You mean I have to bond with Rainbow Dash if I want to fulfill my world-changing destiny?”

“Technically speaking, yes.”

Scootaloo’s rump fell to the floor. She sniffled, wiping away the liquid pride that was building in her eyes. “This is the happiest day of my life!”

Spike cleared his throat. He felt he’d been patient enough in allowing the others to go before him, but now his turn felt due.

“Oh, right.” Anticipating Spike’s query, Twilight pondered how best to word her still-developing theory. “Hmm. Based on what you’ve done so far, it seems like you’re starting out as the party’s scribe. You’ll handle the paperwork and record their deeds, naturally sharing a copy with me.”

“Of course,” Spike agreed with a roll of his eyes as he motioned her to go on.

“But being a dragon, you’ll be gifted with more of an outsider’s perspective, likely manifesting in creative solutions to problems the others can’t figure out. Being my assistant, that should come as no surprise,” Twilight added less than humbly. “Also, you might be round and squishy now, but in no time, you’ll develop into your party’s tank, taking and dealing the most damage if things ever come to a fight.”

“That sounds awesome!” Spike cheered.

“It really is,” Twilight continued. “It might be frustrating at times, but the four of you really should embrace how lucky you are. You still get to experience the thrill of discovering who you are. And you have all the time in the world to figure it out.”

“Erhem, Twilight Velvet,” Spike coughed, making the other fillies giggle.

Twilight ignored him. “In any case, I think you’ve all given me a lot to work with. Spike, I’ll be expecting regular updates on your activities. This’ll be great for my research.”

“So, what exactly are we supposed ta do?” AB asked.

“Unfortunately, I can only offer speculations. At this stage, it’s probably best if you feel things out on your own until your destiny reveals itself.”

“So… we’re back ta square one in waitin’ fer our cutie marks?”

“More or less,” Twilight agreed. “On the plus side, whatever form your cutie marks might take, you can expect that the destinies connected to them will be something truly amazing.” With her wisdom offered, purple smart left the fillies to their own devices while she took up the very important task of rewriting her theory regarding the Elements.

“This is the awesomest awesome thing to ever…” Scootaloo paused as she searched for the perfect word. “Awesome!”

“Awesome isn’t a verb,” Sweetie corrected. “But I don’t think I actually care. We’re all going to go on adventures! Just like my books.”

“Well, we’re not exactly any closer ta findin’ our cutie marks, but now Ah’m more excited ‘an ever ta see what we’ll get. Now we jus’ gotta figure out how.”

“I think Twilight basically wants us to continue as we have been,” Spike interjected. “Trying a bunch of things until you guys figure out what’s what.”

“Hey. Don’t talk like you’re not a part of this,” Scootaloo chided. “You’re one of the Cutie Mark Crusaders’ founding members.”

“Okay, but dragons don’t get cutie marks.”

“You can still find your destiny,” countered the pegasus.

“But how will he know if there’s no mark?” Sweetie asked.

“Twilight said the signs were there fer us. Maybe there’ll be a sign fer you too.”

Spike gave AB a grateful smile. It was nice to feel included. “That could be cool. Plus, I’ve spent about half my young life with a pen in my hand, so it’ll be fun to get out there and just do stuff, like we did yesterday.”

“Yeah. Death-defying deeds of daring!”

Scootaloo stared at Sweetie with an incredulous smile. “Boy, you sure changed your tune.”

“There’s a difference between wanting adventure and having a poor sense of self-preservation.”

“I don’t have a poor… whatever you said. I’m just a brave thrill-seeker like my hero.”

“I think I once read that the line between bravery and stupidity is so broad it’s basically a blanket,” Spike commented, earning giggles from the non-winged fillies. And then the winged one as well.

Meanwhile, as the rest of the party’s attendants were doing their own thing, Silver was helping Diamond keep herself in check as they faced a corner. The pink filly was shaking. No matter how much she sniffled or wiped her face, the ugly tears and snot just kept flowing. In her hooves was a framed photo of that time she, Silver, and AB had gone to the water park. They’d all had such fun. Even AB, who normally looked tired and bored whenever she had to interact with Diamond, had the most genuine smile on her yellow, beautiful face. Naturally, Diamond already had multiple copies of this image hidden in her room, but they didn’t move her quite like knowing that her crush also seemed to share the sentiment.

***

Dear Princess Molestia

I am ecstatic to report a new breakthrough in my ongoing study of the Elements of Debauchery. I’ll be sending a proper draft at a later date, but here’s a synopsis. Based on recent evidence, I’m inclined to believe that Spike and the three fillies that Princess Lunaughty fornicated with during the Slutty Sun Celebration have some tangential connection to the Elements. At this time, it is still unclear how this connection will manifest. Fortunately, given that Spike is among those involved, I should be supplied with frequent updates as things develop. Some hooves on research would also be beneficial, so I think I’ll be scheduling meetings with these fillies so that I can track their progress more directly.

[I had to nag her to add this part.]

These fillies have formed a bond over the pursuit of their cutie marks, and already it appears to have bloomed into something truly special. Despite only infrequent sexual encounters so far, and the fact that one has apparently been corrupted by a radical lesbo, I can tell that they are headed for great things.

Sincerely

Twilight Sparkle

Author's Note

I really liked what I came up with for foreshadowing the destinies of the CMC. It makes a certain narrative sense for them to all be connected. Likewise, in a world of magic, it makes equal sense that scholars like Twilight to be a bit genre-savvy and see the same signs. Mostly these four are just focused on being friends, but their primary bonding activity is still the search for their cutie marks. The main difference – besides the sex – is that they’re aware from the start that whatever their destinies are, they’ll be shared.

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