Speed, I am Speed

by Uncr3at1ve

Rating: teen
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Cheerilee, DJ P0N-3, Featherweight, Anthology
Length: 1342

Collection of Writing Prompts written in TrotCon speed writing panels.

Collection of Writing Prompts written in TrotCon (and maybe other con) speed writing panels. So far every one written on a typewriter provided by ROBCakeran53.

Only grammar editing is done. Stories are formatted for this screen but maintain as much of their theatrical release as possible.

2018: Featherweight, Rainbow Dash and the Moon
2019: Vinyl Scratch, Cheerilee and Manehatten

Published 2019-07-22 04:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-07-22 04:10:01 UTC

2018 - Over the Moon

"Where are we going Rainbow?" Featherweight asked, idly curious as to why there was a distinct lack of air around them suddenly.

"Has anyone ever told you you worry too much kid?" Rainbow Dash mouthed into the non-air around them. "We have Pegasus Magic keeping our lungs full you'll be fine."

But all was not fine. For Featherweight was not descended from pure blooded pegasi. Instead descending from an ancient line of dragon ponies that, through selective breeding ordered by the then ruling powers, evolved to look almost indistinguishable from pegasi, and even gaining the ability to breed with them. Resulting in a thousand years of crossbreeding. There were very few true pegasi left and the security of the dragon race was established.

Alas, it was not something known to anyone other than the dragons, so upon arriving on the moon Featherweight immediately began an acute case of dying.

"Rainbow Dash, I don't feel so good." Feather whispered with the last breath in his puny lungs. He passed out shortly thereafter.

Rainbow stared dumbfounded at the limp body in front of her. "This better not be another trick, b-baka." She mumbled before blushing and leaning forward. Pressing her lips against the surprisingly firm lips of the recently matured colt. Slowly exhaling her magic into his smaller frame.

Feather opened his eyes to the furiously blushing Rainbow Dash leaning over his body. How did I fall He though, not fully realizing the rare beauty in front of him.

Rainbow pulled away leaving a string of visible magic connecting them. The connection allowing him to, not quite breathe... more of a not being needful of air. The magic tangible across his mouth and down his throat. Tasting of passion, and mangoes.

They stayed connected this way for hours until the next portal back to Equestria opened again. Rainbow stared straight forward not making eye contact with him and pointedly ignoring the slight blush on both their cheeks. Slowly over time the flavor in Feather's mouth dulled before changing to strawberry, then grapefruit, before settling on a delectable papaya.

They talked little, neither wanting to acknowledge the feeling that the vibrating magic gave their bodies every time they so much as hummed. Connected as they were, evolved dragon to true pegasus though a magic connection that, until this point, had not even been theorized. Rainbow Dash's fruitiness blasting his mouth with flavor after flavor.

The portal opened suddenly in front of them, and they walked through together.

"Rainbow," Feather started, taking a moment to let the sensations of talking into Rainbow's magic overtake his mind for just one moment that lasted an eternity, and not long enough, "I can breathe normally again."

"Huh," Rainbow murmured in bliss, "Oh! Right," She concentrated and slowly the magic withdrew from Featherweight's open mouth.

Taking a quick second to run his tongue across his now disappointingly tasteless mouth. Feather steeled himself, "Rainbow... do you want to come over for dinner?"

Rainbow simply nodded, missing the vibrations that used to come through her soul mere moments ago.

"I'd love to."

They quickly became the talk of the town after a mere week of dating. No one ever found out that Rainbow could vomit fruit salad to save a life. No one except for Featherweight.

Author's Note

I had meant to post this in a blog last year since the word count wasn't long enough. However, now that another TrotCon has passed I have enough words to actually publish a story.

Regardless, this was a lot of fun to write on a typewriter, as you can imagine 10+ typewriters all going at once creates a beautiful din seldom heard today. A picture of the original text that I transcribed can be found here.

2019 - Genre Shift

Manehatten has a bustling night life. This is a fact known to many a pony. Though perhaps none quite as much as Vinyl Scratch, the premiere attraction for the ponies that wish to shake it. She stared out at the field of gyrating flesh bags, wiggling to the eloquent boom-boom of her master strength wub generator.

It brought her joy. Quite simply, to have so much control over her domain. But there was one pony not performing the kinetic praise she longed for. Who was this mare? This deep maroon anomaly standing out amongst the crowd like a monolithic spire reaching forth from the crashing waves of the ocean. In short, an auditory shipwreck waiting to happen.

There was no time to wait. Devising a plan she lit her horn to rotate a speaker to more directly face this Tartarus-spawned creature.

"Let's see you withstand this," The DJ muttered before unleashing her assault, tactically changing her key from a gentle G Minor to an unstoppable D Major. Slamming her tonal shift full force into this unmoving pony until her flesh jiggled like a jello bowl on a roller coaster.

Still they didn't move. Even as the crowd now was starting to reach a force only spoken of by the most extreme theoretical physicists. Vinyl signaled to the light pony. Waving frantically at the vibrating flesh that refused to give in.

Break her, her arms screamed at him without sound. Returning only a nod the lights became dancers of their own. The ponies who were already struggling to keep pace with the beat were now vibrating into their own visible light spectrum. Luna's stars and moon were made invisible to the naked eye from the amount of light being generated.

Realizing this pony, now silhouetted into a black shadow, still refused to move Vinyl realized there was only one way she could save her charges.

"Forgive me everypony. This is the only way." Vinyl signaled once more to lighting. He was no longer responsive, the emitted light had overloaded him. "No."

From a mile away the dirtiest drop was heard through the earth. The intensity matching a force between a megaspell and a supernova. In the crater that Manehatten used to be stood two ponies. Vinyl, who was breathing heavy and the greatest challenge she ever faced. Who stood completely unfazed.

Cheerilee stared in contempt at this sniveling unicorn in front of her.

Finally, she had seen enough. Walking forward to the roasted marshmallow before her. She reached the mixing deck. With a single press of a button the fallen, sacrificed ponies rose from their recent molten grave, unable to withstand the call to dance. Far away, in Canterlot, a single ripple appeared in Celestia's tea, which made her weep uncontrollably.

Orchestrating a liquidized rave Cheerilee brought the combined mass of ponies to raise her above the broken form before her.

Vinyl stared up. Her form prone from the sheer emotion pouring over her, her rump unable to resist a tantalizing sway to the beat.

"Who are you?" Vinyl whispered.

"My name is Cheerilee. And soon, you will be nothing."

"Absorb me, my queen. I cannot make music after this."

"No," Cheerilee said in disdain. Before taking her living orchestra onward.

Soon everypony who saw this combined mass of necrofused music hype train could not stop themselves from joining in.

Vinyl could only follow, a slave to the music. But the party was highly exclusive to her alone. So, after many years of every bodily need being fulfilled by Cheerilee's megawubasaurus. Vinyl found a cave to live out the remainder of her life, forever barred from feeling the beat like her youthful self created.

In frustration she slammed two rocks together. Creating a perfect B flat. She smiled. Deciding that she might just like rock music over dubtrot.

Author's Note

Lots of things don't make sense here. I think that's perfectly alright for a fic written in an hour in the same room that Argembarger wrote this.

As before original typed on sheet can be found here.

It should be noted that while I've played music I've never actually composed, and I have no idea what scales sound good for what types of music.