The RavenView OnlineRabbit's CornucopiaThe RavenTDR presents, The Raven This worlds gone to shit. Nothing new there. Generational wars, corvid- 19 virus, pedophile rings in the upper echelons of society, corporations firing people or cutting pay to increase their own profits, global warming, trade wars with China, cops killing people, insurance scalping sick people for every dime they have, terrorists, mass shooters the dumbing down of the schools, and a partridge in a pear tree. It's like a new version of Billy Joel's 'We didn't start the fire' well no, it's like near the exact same version of the song just with new problems added. So what's my place in this smoldering shit hole? Peon, a new serf for the kingdoms of wealth, the sort of nameless schmuck who was hoping the Corona virus was the new Black Death. My head filled with some vague idea that, with people dying , better jobs would be opening for any one with any skills. And thus I could leave retail behind and find something that paid a wage I could live off of. Like my ass had any better chance of living to see that sort of thing as any one else. Or that I wouldn't be fucking losing my damn mind if my handful of friends or the few relatives I care about died from this shit. People like me talk a big game, but if it came down to it, we don't even know if we'd step up, or run and hide when the shit hit the fan. Still, like any worn out Gen-X nothing I soldiered the fuck on, not caring if I died, but too worried about upsetting some one if I removed myself from the gene-pool. Like many I shrouded myself in nostalgia, in fantasy and science fiction, and all those perfect worlds with their heroes and working government systems and good medical care. Of course it's this last part that started all the problems. I don't recall the name of the con. Hell, it changed names three times in one year as new people bought or sold the rights. Used to be Super Con or something like that I'm sure. Either way I paid my way before the virus shit started and surprisingly they didn't cancel it. They probably should have, might have only been a couple hundred people there, not counting the usual religious crazies who thought enjoying things was a sin against god or some such shit. What few guests they had were only talking through a TV screen video conference. And like expected of the cosplayers, there were like a million Witchers, Jokers and Mandolorians. Granted there was one Boba Geralt in a clown suit, so my day was made. The game room was surprisingly empty though, and I could try out a bunch of things they had without waiting in line, really most of my time was spent there. And the dance... well... nothing stops ravers, and most of them had their own gas masks anyway. The dealer room was sad though. Maybe twenty or thirty vendors, still some neat stuff, but the art room was empty and I had a few bucks to blow that was burning a hole in my pocket. I hadn't bothered to dress up this time. I had a plan or two with my friends, but it never amounted to anything. Which is sad because a swarm of Final Fantasy tonberrys wandering around, stabbing Final Fantasy cosplayers with plastic kitchen knives would have been hilarious. Regardless it was a cosplay seller's booth I was looking over now. Dude had some rather nice things too. Not nice as in 'oh my god I have to buy that', but nice that I could tell a lot of skill went into making a cartoon weapon into a real prop. I dabbled in the craft for a while, but at best I was mediocre and never learned to sew. Also most of this guys crap was Key blades, and Bleach weapons. I was highly interested in the Dragonslayer he had on the back wall, but I was told it was a pain in the ass to mount so he wasn't taking it down unless some one bought it and carted the heavy thing off. Shit I could have bought a car for the price he wanted. Of which, the guy himself was a piece of work. I don't know if he picked the cosplay so he could wear a mask for the virus or because he was selling stuff, maybe both, but dude was a very detailed version of the Resident Evil 4 merchant, right down to the gruff voice and shifty eyes. Of course that should have been a warning, but I mean fuck, the Displaced crap was a trope, why the hell would I put two and two together when the answer was fish? It wasn't like I was cosplaying anything like a Dullahan or from fate stay night or anything. Hell if I tried a r63 Celty I'd be booed out of the con, also I couldn't afford the fake blood needed for the Tim Burton one, and I knew nothing about the Fire Emblem one, never played it. I was about done with his table, and had stopped to look at this long ass feather he had, it was quite interesting, the quill of it was dipped in metal like a throwing dart. I knew a guy from Ranma1/2 used this sort of weapon in one of the movies and I was pretty sure some one else killed with feathers too, it was just too anime like not to do so, but I had no clue who. Any way as I'm looking over this feather wracking my brain and figuring it's from a newer series I missed out on I hear some screams and I feel like something slaps my back hard in several places followed by what sounds like fireworks. The merchant guy cusses and dives behind his table as I turn and look back at who hit me ready to slap some sense into them. In the middle of the dealer room I see some wack job in military gear, maybe Jin-Roh cosplay? Nah he looked more like that one fat kid from High School of the Dead who was killed before he even left his house to hunt zombies, or a generic Fallout cosplayer sans Pipboy. In other words this fuck wit wasn't that impressive. Of course he didn't need to be impressive, particularly carrying around... well... some sort of rifle. One of my friends, who didn't show to the con was the gun nut, he could probably tell you what it was and how many screws were in one side as well as which way they turned. It was probably a Walmart special or some other gun the media would call an assault weapon. Okay none of that meant shit because he was shouting about some religious prophecy and shooting people. All I had managed to do was turn to look before I noticed my shirt was wet. Looking down I then noticed the front of my shirt was soaked with a massive dark mess. There were also a few holes in my chest with bits of bloodied meat hanging out of them. Had I looked at my chest dead on I might have even been able to see through myself. What the fuck type of bullets was this guy using? “Well shit.” I offered with a wheeze before I collapsed, still clutching the feather. As far as last words go, that was pretty standard I think. “You've met a terrible fate haven't you?” “ Those are not the words you want to hear waking up from having some shit stain punch a couple of holes in your chest. Also seriously am I dead or just in some fever dream because someone's quoting a lack luster Zelda game at me.” I snapped opening my eyes to look around seeing a few stars, mostly void, okay all void, I couldn't see shit. “Hey Majora's Mask was a classic!”protested a voice near my head with no clear source. “Bullshit. The true classic's stopped with the Super Nintendo. LINK TO THE PAST FOR LIFE BITCHES!! The 3-d games were a shitty gimmick and fall short of the classic goodness of the earlier games. I don't care what the fanboys say about 'flute clock 64'. Breath of the Wild was okay though.” “Seriously?” “This is the hill I will die on.”I swore. “Funny you should say that.” The voice offered. “Cause you're dead.” “Yeah yeah.” “You seem … surprisingly disinterested in your own demise.” “One does not generally live with many small holes in ones torso. Hell, I was gonna die at some point any way. No one lives forever. So any way what's with this place? It's so dark I expect a creepy ass skull in a space suit to float by asking who turned out the lights.” “Usually the ones who come here have a bit more respect.” “Ehh they probably think you're god or a god. I don't rightly care. I'm not in pain, I don't have to worry about work or doctors bills or medication or cake fucking killing me any more, so why would I be worried about this? If you go by belief I believe I'll be reincarnated as something else. Seems the most logical if matter is supposed to be finite in the universe. Hey can you send me back as a cat? I'd love to lay around thinking I'm a god with some future crazy cat lady waiting on me paw and well... paw I guess. Paw and tail?” “A novel suggestion. And I'm rather curious as to what you might do. Smart asses tend to make things interesting.” “Hey I'm a proper asshole thank you very much, I worked very hard for that level of petty bullshit to have you ignoring it. And what do you mean do?” I blinked taking note that the feather I had seen at the dealer's table was now floating before me, the little metal tip glinting in some non existent light. “Really, what ever you want. Have fun.” And I was falling. Hello ground. THUD! “Ow,” was the best I could muster. Mister ground was not my friend. I opened my eyes as soon as my everything stopped hurting and pushed myself up to look around. I was on an old dirt road, in a forest. It was daytime, and there was an over grown building just off the road past some trees that was covered in ivy that looked like it was made of brick or stone. Yes, well hmmmm. With my awesome powers of reasoning I concluded, that I had no fucking clue where I was. Standing up felt weird and I almost fell over before catching my balance with a curse, I did that a lot, curse I mean not fall over, granted if you hadn't noticed that by now, there's no hope for you. My swearing startled some bird as I heard the heavy flap of wings from some where. There didn't seem to be any sort of landmarks I could see from here, but at least there was a road to follow. A moment later there was a searing pain in my chest. Looking down I noticed several things. One was that I was looking at a bunch of black feathers around my neck and chest, those gave way to a black furred and distinctly non human set of legs and feet. Oh and someone shoved a spear though my back and out my chest. “Well boys, looks like we gots us a live one.” A voice chimed up with what I could hear was a sneer. “Yah mean had a live one.” Another voice cackled. “Well shit.” I offered. I was getting a lot of use out of that phrase today. Then I collapsed again and everything went black. Author's Note This is little more than a rambleing idea i had over the course of a day or two with the talk the TGaP Discord Channel had about Displaced fics. I decided i rather wanted to try my hand at it , though at the time i wasn't sure where to start and how to make it an actual Displaced fic rather than some sort of HiE sort of thing. There was also an idea for a whole group of displaceds showing up and a Changeling Displaced. I might still do those in fact. Either way there's more to this and i might get back to it sporadically, but i was in a mood as you can tell and being in the mood to write something helps. And yes i do swear that much.
All the Weyrs of EquestriaView OnlineRabbit's CornucopiaAll the Weyrs of EquestriaThe history books call it 'thread'. A rather innocent sounding name to a threat that wiped out empires and claimed more lives than anything else in the world. No pony knew what it was, nor why it fell from the sky like rain devouring everything organic that it touched. No one can even recall when the first fall was, not even Princess Celestia knew when it started. All any pony really knew was that when the thread came, it needed to be destroyed utterly. If the slightest sliver of that silvery mass remained intact it could decimate crops. Attacking it with weapons was far too dangerous as often the very act of striking it would require you to get close enough for the thread's random thrashing to ensnare and devour you. Magic as well was practically useless the thread gleefully gulped up the magic as if it was alive and grew even larger. Only three things could kill thread with one hundred percent success. Thread could be drowned. The silver ribbons that fell into a large enough body of water swelled up and dissolved into nothing after a short time submerged in water. Due to this many of the sea dwelling races secluded themselves away from the land dwellers, simply so they would not need to share any of the risk of combating the thread. This was perhaps for the best as Seaponies were unable to use the other two methods of dealing with thread. The second way was created by an earth pony. A mix of certain plants and stones created a flame that burned constantly and completely until all fuel was consumed, the heat and ferocity of this alchemical fire burned thread to ashes in moments. A number of small machines and specially created devices were made for earth ponies and pegasi to utilize these packs. Granted these too were only safe to use once the thread had already landed as the fire would not burn hot enough to be deployed in the air. The items were mostly used by the ground crews in cleaning up what the third way to destroy thread missed. The third and most reliable way was Dragon fire. In times long before Celestia, a pact was made with the wild dragons of the world. The great beasts themselves could battle the thread, but they had no defenses against it. Their thick scales were devoured just as quickly as anything else, they also could not maintain the flames long with out a steady supply of a gem called tinder stone. The ancient ponies came to an agreement with the dragons of old and they were provided with a large selection of dragon eggs. Young unicorn ponies would use their magic to try an hatch one of these eggs. If the foals magic and the innate magic of the dragon whelp meshed then the dragonling would hatch and bond with the unicorn who woke it. From that point on the pair underwent training together, teaching them about their bond, to be as one mind and body in their fight. The unicorn fed the dragon tinder stone and made short teleport jumps to get out of tight situations, if by chance the thread caught the dragon the unicorn could teleport them away where the cold between the teleport jumps would kill off the thread in a few heartbeats. Though the level of risk with those sort of jumps saw many a rookie never return. This continued until the events of a thousand years ago. Princess C'lestia and her sister Princess L'na had made pacts of their own with dragon gods riding into combat with the thread along with all the other dragon riders. In one of the last falls of the cycle tragady struck. Princess C'lestia's dragon, Ice Wind, was struck in the face by thread and devoured faster than the Princess could teleport them away. The Princess went into shock at the death of her bonded dragon and vanished with a flash as the ropes of thread reached for her. Moments later C'lestia reappeared though with out her mount, her face a mess of blood and muscle where the thread had taken her eyes and scarred her face and horn. L'na was quick to rescue her sister and bring her for medical attention though the damage was done. Princess C'lestia was blinded and with her dragon dead she fell into a shocked depression that none could rouse her from. L'na rose to new heights of rage at her sisters injury and tore into the last few falls with a fervor that earned her the title of Nightmare, from many of the other riders. She and her dragon Crescent, gathered a massive army of riders from all the weyrs, leaving only a small contingent behind she set out to find the source of the thread, which she believed came from the silver moon that hung in the sky. The cycles began and ended when the moon's strange orbit drew to it's closest point to the planet every six hundred years. Of the four hundred dragon riders who left with Princess L'na only twenty four returned claiming the Princess had gone mad and was actually planning to go to the moon itself and destroy the thread there. L'na never returned and C'lestia was forced to push past her grief to take over her royal duties she had left as well as her sisters. The princess also removed the honorific from her own name, feeling she no longer deserved it if she could not fly against thread. She took to simply trying to nurse the thread ravenged land land back to recovery all the while mourning her sister. That was over a thousand years ago. Celestia's rule, while never challenged was often undermined. Her adherence to the old ways of things had turned many of the nobles against her. Her insistence on the bonding ritual for any able unicorns was largely ignored and many of the dragon eggs lay untouched in storage within the castle, waiting for their bonded unicorn to come and wake them. Thread fall which was predicted every six hundred years was four hundred years late. Thus undermining her authority further. Even Celestia could not deny the possibility that perhaps her sister had succeed and there would be no more falls. The dragon riders now were a shadow of their former selves. The fortresses in the mountains where the dragon riders resided the weyrs were all but abandoned with only the Canterlot weyr remaining, as it was the seat of Equestria's faded power. Many old traditions were abandoned, much of the old training was forgotten. The ritual was barely preformed save by the occasional young noble who simply wished to up their station with the least effort and earn an honorific. There are a few families however who still followed the traditions despite the ridicule of others. The Kaisurs, the Shimmers, and the Sparkles. The eldest of the Sparkles, Sh'ning preformed the ritual and became bonded with a blue dragon. He sought training though abandoned it to take a position in the Royal guard, rapidly climbing it's ranks along side his dragon Silverclaw. The youngest Tw'light also completed the ritual after a strange explosion in the sky set off her power, the egg all but erupting outward as the dragonling hatched. To the surprise of those watching the test and to the princess herself the small purple and green dragon was male something that didn't happen often when the partner was female. The dragon was also of an unusual size and was born without wings. Something which was again odd but not unheard of, as S'nset of the Shimmer's Dragon Cinder had only grown wings after her first molt. To Tw'light none of this mattered to her in the slightest. Her lavender eyes were locked in wonder with the little dragons green ones. A smile crossing her face as the little dragon gnawed on it's own tail. “He says his name is Spike” Tw'light giggled excitedly. TDR Presents All the Weyrs of Equestria. Based on MLP and the Dragon Riders of Pern saga by Anne McCaffrey Author's Note This is an old story tangent i revisited when clearing out my computer. Unlike some of the others this is a complete prologue so i could post it. Though i have no idea where i was going with this to tell the truth. I do know that at one point Spike would have a thing with sunsets dragon and Sunset and Twi would hook up. rarity would become a rider later, and the others were mostly ground crew background friends of twi. Twi managed to get together to teleport to go back and find out what happened to luna only to find the princess was sitting with ehr army at the end of the last thread fall still pissed that her sister was injured , the warrior haveing no clue what to do. She of course and her army follow twilight back to the future in a wild teleport jump to bring a full set of dragons from the past to fight the thread. The plot was going to follow the first book pretty closely and i think that was why i was going to drop it. It was less a new story and more a rip off by the end.
Sparkle's Bestiary of Equus.View OnlineRabbit's CornucopiaSparkle's Bestiary of Equus.Author's Note This was a an exert from Stories in Stone that was going to be put in between Capricorns curse and Lost Empire. I ultimately decided to drop it when i wrote capricorns curse instead , though this was going to show up as a chapter and never did. It's still quite rough and the book here was something Twilight was listed as working on but it was a plot thread i dropped when i ended the SiS series. Sparkle's Bestiary of Equus. Stories in Stone. Sparkle's Bestiary of Equus. By TDR “Are you sure that was all you needed from me Sparkle?” Jer'rahd questions. “Hmm, oh yes this is perfect, With what I got from you, Princess Celestia, Sunshine and the Ferry Mare I have all I need for this part of the book. I might need you back when I start the part on dragons however. I think you might be the only pony alive who knows so much about them.”Twilight rambles not even looking up as she made notes. “Know your enemy..... “Jer'rahd mutters. “Wouldn't it be easier for this thing to ask your former assistant? I'm sure he could just make the book you need.” “That would be cheating. And didn't you tell me when you were trying to train me in sword play that short cuts are bad?” Twilight grins. “Alright, you have been spending too much time with Celestia if you are throwing my own words back in my face.” “That makes one of us. I don't think I've been spending enough time with her to tell the truth.” Twilight pauses her writing, looking back at the gray unicorn soldier as he rises and heads for the door. “Jer'rahd......” “Hmmm? What is it Sparkle?” “Do you ever feel like you aren't really worthy of Luna's affections?” Twilight blurts out her face turning red. “All the time.” Jer'rahd admits. “But I found out she rather likes me for being me, so I try not to dwell on it and just do my best at anything put before me. I'm sure Celestia feels the same and Luna does. This book thing of yours isn't necessary.” “I know.... I just want to do something that I might think is worthy...” “Perils of being in love with a goddess.” Jer'rahd chuckles. “ You never feel adequate. Hate to say it doesn't get better.” “You're a god now as well. I would expect that would make it easier.” “Tends to make things harder. Besides according to that book I'm only a demi god.” Jer'rahd smirks slightly flashing his fangs. “Well best I can say is don't get too hung up on it. The kinda research you are doing is something that can take ponies a few life times. You only have the one and you should spend as much of it with her as you can.” He opens the door nodding to the Guard posted outside of room. “Have a good night Sparkle.” “You as well Jer'rahd.” Twilight sighs as the door closes looking back at her notes then to the blank book before her. Best to get as much done as she could. She lifts a hoof flipping the page her quill dipping into the ink the write the title on the first page inside. She looks over the name with a bit of disappointment. “The Bestiary of Equus........ I really need a better name than that” Twilight Sighs. Forward by the Author Twilight Sparkle Due to the content of this book the edition you are currently reading may be heavily edited. This book is being designed for mass distribution, but every culture has it's own taboos or things it does not speak of, as such some things may or may not be included in your version. There will only be three complete versions of this book produced. The original one that will stay with me,the one that will be given to the Princesses of Equestria, and one that shall be secured in the vaults of the Crystal Empire. With the distribution such as this at least one intact copy should survive pending any sort of disaster. This may be over preparedness on my part, as well as a bit of ego, but no one has seen fit to argue with me yet about it. At any rate the following book contains all of the gathered information that I have been able to compile about the creatures and races of Equestria. Everything from the gods to the common parasprite. Various sources will be sited including various other texts and from trusted individuals who have spent a great deal of time studying said sources. My goal is to create the most comprehensive listing of Equus Fauna that is possible. As new things are discovered or even created, I will perhaps add books to the series as need be provided I am still able. Chapter one Gods of Equus. Despite what may be thought about the gods of the world there are actually four to six differing types of gods perhaps more. The types are as follows in alphabetical order. Books Created First Inherited Natural Born Spirits It is a well known fact that nearly every race in Equus has or has produced a god. This was actually one of the requirements to be a member of the council of races that oversees the development of the world. After the War of Night this limit was removed due to number of gods that the Lunar Republic had killed. Currently admittance on the council has more to do with population and territory controlled as well as a desire to have representation. Though the gods themselves meet very infrequently their representatives meet every six months in order to help guide the world in a proper direction. Traditionally this meeting is held in a differing location every time, for the last thousand years or so it has primarily been held in either the Zebralands, Equestria, or the Griffon Empire. Currently the last tally of the amount of deities in the world is as follows. The Races of Pony have three gods, two Inherited and a created. The Diamond Dogs have eight, all Natural Born. The Races of Griffon and hippogryph were reduced to two following the death of one of their gods, but with the marriage of Princess Dustina Talon and the pegasus Breezy a new god has been born that is currently causing much issue within the Griffon nation as the child is a Hippogryph. This marks them as two natural born gods , and one inherited. The Zebra nation has no gods that are known to them. This is because they have systematically killed all of their gods in accordance to old traditions. However they are known to have at least one natural born god living in self imposed exile. The race of dragons is not part of the council, nor are they currently anything that could be called a nation. However due to the actions of their newest god they may be before too many more years pass. At current they have four gods, three natural born, and one inherited. The Sea Ponies have been particularly secretive about their gods particularly after the return of Princess Luna and her Royal Guard. However due to the events of the War of Gods and the skill of Equestria's ambassadors more information is known about the race. They currently are ruled over by three gods all natural born. That is all of the core races of the world. The other races vary considerably. Trolls are rumored to have gods of their own , but only one has ever been encountered and it was destroyed. It is unsure if they have developed another. Snow Ponies are a strange group and it is actually believed that the Windigo are their gods. There are very few Elk left in the world and they remain quite private and keep to themselves in the untamed reaches of the lands. Still they had no gods at the height of their power, and it is doubtful they do now. Orcs are another race almost driven extinct. While pigs are a common subrace of orcs there are pure blooded orc tribes still living in the far corners of the world. They and the Minotaurs still occasionally have conflicts for space. Minotaurs are another savage race that while is not on the council, they are recognized by it having one known god. It is believed however that he is a created god. Harpies no longer have the numbers they used to and as such now share the lands of the griffons, the two races having put aside centuries of animosity to work together. There are still the occasional conflict between the two, though it has been some time since anything violent has really happened. Mules and Donkey's have no gods of their own , being a sub-race of Ponies or Zebra as such they tend to fall under the domain of where ever they happen to be living at the time. Crystal ponies until recently had a created god, With King Sombra's death little has changed for them as they still fall under the umbrella of the pony kind. Half Dragons too are the same as the Crystal Ponies. They are the youngest race on record and as such are not counted very highly among the council. The currently fall under the same umbrella as the Crystal ponies, being counted as Pony Kind. There are numerous other races that exist though they shall be brought up later in the book. The races that have been listed are the primary ones with any sort of god. At this point I will be discussing the Created,Inherited and Natural born god types as they are the most common. I shall start with the most common type. The Natural born god. A natural born god is a type that is well, to put it simply born to be a god. These individuals will display the best aspects of their race and will often have a fairly strong power that is far above and beyond what one would expect. Known examples of this power include, the ability to pull meteors from Equss's orbit. The ability to cause volcanic eruptions. The ability to summon storms. The strangest concept of these powers is that there seems to be a finite amount of variation among them. It is not unknown for more than one god to have the same power as well. Supposedly the God of the Sea's Princess Aqua, and the Griffon God of Storms both possessed the same power in their time, but there is very little information regarding this time so it is impossible to know for certain. There are also powers that have only been seen once in memory as was the case with the Diamond Dog god's ability to pull rocks from the sky, and a known dragon gods power of producing smoke. While the latter has no clear use the former was shown to be quiet dangerous. Even the dragons smoke power was causing problems, proving that no god should be taken lightly no matter how weak they seem to be. As a sub note there are still members of the council who refuse to acknowledge what they deem to be lesser races that are ungoverned by a higher power. This has been a bit of sticking point with the council for some time The exception to this is of course the zebra's who were cruelly used by their gods for centuries and as such over threw and destroyed them to the point where they actively hunted newborn gods. Even the dissenters on the council will accept them if nothing else but from the fear of what might happen if the zebra's started to entertain the idea that all gods should be eliminated. More on that later. The next type of god is called the Inheritor. The Equestrian gods are of this type in more ways than one. A inheritor god is a god that has received their power by it being passed down to them or granted to them from an outside source. There are four known gods of this type in the world now. Princess Celestia and Princess Luna of Equestria. Grand Matron Steel Feather of the griffon lands, and Lord Spike the Dragon Sparkle, though he hates the title. The titles of both Grand Matron and Princess are passed on by the current bearer to the next in line that they deem worthy. It has been speculated that the powers can be stolen rather than given, though that has never been proven with any definition. There is speculation that the Natural Born gods can pass along their powers as well, though so far the only evidence for this is the Dragon God Spikes powers which belonged to a former dragon god who died at the end of the War of Night. No one is quite sure if she was a Natural born god or inherited so there is no way to verify. Inherited gods also tend to display the fully characteristics of their race as shown by the Princess having aspects of all three of the main pony races. Lord Spike also has this trait though his is less physical as that he has shown the ability to utilize all four types of dragconic breath weapons as well as a multitude of variations of them. The third type of common god is the Granted God. There are only two of these known to be alive at this time. One is the consort of Princess Luna, General Jer'rahd Kaisur, the other is the current leader of the Minotaur Race known only as Flex-a -Ton. Granted powers differ from Inherited gods as they are created through a ritual preformed using old magic. As the War of Gods has shown this way of creating a god nearly always results in tragedy. The creation and often the very existence of this type of god is a highly guarded secret and will be one of things edited from nearly every copy of this book.
Fed-exView OnlineRabbit's CornucopiaFed-exFed-ex [Somewhere] This sucked, the man thought. Out of all the times to be fired, it had to be on his birthday, not a day after his girl friend dumped at his moms funeral, and they had just had to put his dog down that morning too. It was one string of disasters after another. “I wish I was dead.” The man muttered. “BEEP BEEP!”Said the truck. “What?” WHUMP!!! The truck didn't slow as the driver lifted a gloved hand up as she clicked on a PDA. She glanced to the read out and cursed to herself. “Dammit, that one went after Pinkie, should have known he was crazy.” “HEY LOOK OUT!” The man shouted, diving forward to shove the old lady out of the way. “AHHH, MY HIP!” The old lady screamed as she was shoved out of the way. “BEEP BEEP.” Said the truck. WHUMP!!! The PDA blinked on and the woman sighed. “Rainbow Dash?” the female grumbled. “I could have sworn she was lesbians with Apple Jack.” The girl was lost in thought as she looked over her phone. Not seeing the truck. “BEEP BEEP.” Said the truck. WHUMP!!! “Wait .. DISCORD!? She wound up with DISCORD?” the female driver grumbled. “I need to work in a different part of town.” “That will be eighty dollars.” The cashier stated. The woman nodded and paid the dark haired man behind the counter cash in small bills, before heading back out to the truck that was not being filled with gas. The liquid instead flooded out from the nozzle, coating the ground as it ran across the pavement to the propane tanks. The truck roared to life as the driver took off, flicking a lit cigarette out the window as she went. The large box truck rounded the corner as the station, against all safety regulations and cut off valves, went up like a movie prop. “BEEP BEEP.” said the truck as the fireball lit up the night. “Fuck, a harem. I'm not saving that one.” the woman fussed tossing the PDA into the passenger seat. The man looked over the merchant's wares. Why this odd dude had a cosplay stand set up outside the con he wasn't sure, maybe he just lucked out with a vendor who couldn't get into the show floor, though the Resident evil merchant cosplay he had was spot on. “Hey is that a...” the man started to ask pointing at something on the table. “BEEP BEEP.” Said the truck. WHUMP!!! “HEY, THAT ONE WAS MINE!” The merchant shouted only for the truck driver to stick her hand out the window, middle finger extended as she drove on. “Huh, that one went for Celestia. FINALLY. All these nerds always seem to shoot for Luna. Bout time the princess of the sun got some love.” “Daddy can we get some ice cream?” “Oh that bad huh? So how did you day go?” “I'm starting to understand all those after school specials about high school.” “Uh oh, and how far are you from your goth phase?” “Maybe a week.” “BEEP BEEP.” Said the truck. BOOM!!! “Oh a twofer. Hmmm” the female considered looking at the PDA. “Oh come on, in a town of eligible mares he picks Rarity!?!? Freaking drama queen. Oooh! Wait... his daughter hooked up with Spike! YES!!! Mission accomplished!” the woman cheered. “Beep Beep”Said the truck. The garage door opened and the large truck drove in stopping with a screech of brakes before cutting off with a dull rumble. The woman stepped out of the truck as the garage door slowly closed behind it. She strode across the small garage tossing the keys to a well dressed man standing near the door leading further into the building. “Make sure you have Truck-kun cleaned up, washed, and ready for the next trip by Thursday.” the woman ordered. “Of course m'lady.” the man bowed as the woman walked past him through the door entering into a well furnished house, the woman ignored this and moved down the hall to a door. Opening the door she stepped into an empty room with a single large mirror against the far wall. She strode forward stepping into and through the mirror with little care, her body shifting and reforming into a four legged form. The alicorn mare stretched her wings with a faint wince. “Ugh it always feels good to come back to this.” “There you are!” The mare turned looking towards the pink alicorn mare trotting towards her, the purple, magenta and yellow mane curled up perfectly as she walked, the form of a goddess most stallions drooled over. Not a far cry from the drivers own lithe form with it's gradient of light cerise to grayish violet mane and it's light arctic blue highlights. “I told you I was headed out mom.” The mare offered, the smile on Flurry Heart's face wide. “ Some pony has to keep up with the boats.” “I really don't understand this nautical interest of yours dear.” Cadence smiled back. “But good news, your uncle Spike is getting married.” “Oh? Do tell.” Flurry grinned. “Seems he had a thing for that dragoness girl whose Kirin dad married Rarity a bit ago and they just never told any one they were dating. Isn't that wonderful? Now if only we could find some pony for Twilight.” “I'm working on it mom.” Flurry chuckled. Author's Note So this one was just some mad idea that came about in the TGaP Discord channel. It was brought up that the majority of displaced fics that don't use a merchant tend to use a truck . then some one named it Truck-Kun and this shit came to mind.
1091View OnlineRabbit's Cornucopia1091The rain beat down on the city streets of Canterlot City. The storm had been going on for days and this early into the weekend the populace was unusually subdued. The dark stretch of road only lasted a block before the street lights were illuminated again, only this black seeming to have the outage. On one corner was a old some what run down bar called the Sibet Imperium, and on the other corner of the block was a little corner store that sold cheap bear and lotto tickets, with everything else being over priced for 'convenience. The Bright lights from a passing car briefly illuminated the dark rain soaked road and an odd shape at the edge of the sidewalk. The car slowed and came to a stop. A moment later a door opened as a flashlight played over the body laying in the gutter. The body was of a gray unicorn with a short cropped amber mane dressed in a water logged brown trench coat, the matching hat floated in the gutter water a few paces away from him. The pegasus mare shown the flashlight at the body , the rain beating down on her patrol uniform. I suppose you are all wondering how I wound up here. Canterlot city is a cruel mistress willing to chew you up and spit you out the moment your guard is lowered even a little. I had seen the depths of what went on in this city and it was clear I had gotten far too close to the truth far too often.....< “Detective Kaisur are you alright sir?” the officer asked. “Hold on a moment Silvertail I'm monologueing.” Jer'rahd offered from the ground. “Yeah, well, you can do that later sir. You're going to catch a cold laying out in the rain like this. Plus the chief sent me to get you.” Officer Silvertail offered with a sigh. Why the straitlaced cop was always sent to get me I'll never know. Silvertail was a good cop, lost her husband to some gang violence a long while back, The Thunderbirds were particularly rowdy flock of griffons, but even they had never gone that far before. Leaving the poor mare with nothing but a newborn and a crappy government mandated life insurance policy. Plucky lass decided she was gonna join up and she's been a good cop thus far a shining model of the force in fact, everything by the book, but this city didn't like good cops..< “Sir?” “Right Right.... did you have a towel? I'd rather not drip in the car.”Jer'rahd grumbled standing up his horn glowing as he rung out his hat before putting it on. TDR Presents A story not in stone, but in the gritty murk of the hard streets of Canterlot City. A Discord Chat inspired fic Code 10-91h Author's Note I have literaly no idea if i'm going to do anything with this.
SiS tidbitView OnlineRabbit's CornucopiaSiS tidbitAuthor's Note Just a small snippit i came up with that i never could find a place to put this. At the time i wrote it i think i was going to start a 6th book of SiS. Then i got distracted by the Puppy idea. SiS tidbit [ Far north, Llinorm lands.] The creature was easily twice his size a strange combination of windigo and dragon. The creature was not too far off how a kirin looked with an equine head and a maw filled with sharp teeth. It's eyes glowed a soft blue. It's mane was a collection of fine spines rather than hair like a hedgehogs, turning into thicker spines further along it's back going down his large serpentine ending in thick spikes on a club like tail. A pair of leathery dragon like wings were folded along it's sides. It's white hide was covered in fairly smooth black scales like a snakes with a few white patches around it's wings and muzzle. The creatures claws dug into the earth as it looked down at the orange and gray Kirin before it. The gray furred former unicorn stallion stared back up at the Llinorm without a bit of fear. His green and red eyes locked with the creatures blue ones as his own serpent like gray furred and orange scaled tail swished behind him. The curved blade of the Waning Moon rested in a scabbard at his side hiding his scard cutie mark of a shield with a fanged and slightly draconic knight's chess piece in the center, as he offered the Llinorm a wide grin showing off his own fanged maw. Off to the side another gray furred and orange scaled Kirin watched, bouncing about a little bit her wings fluttering as she pronked back and forth watching the the pair with aqua colored eyes. She was nearly as large as the Llinorm and easily twice the size of the other kirin. Her tail flicked back and forth as bounced about a wide grin on her face as well the smirk half hidden by her loose and some what while silvery blue hair. Her cutie mark of the smiling drama masks was prominent on the young mares wiggling hips. A bit back from her was another figure. A tall mare covered in black chitin and fur with a number of oddly placed holes in her limbs and a oddly shaped horn. A pair of dark blue feathery wings rested on her back as her aqua colored eyes looked at the pair of posturing males with more than a little annoyance. She reached up brushing a strand of metallic blue hair from her face rubbing her temples as the stare down continued. “ You know he's going to win right?” Luna asked with a small sigh. “It's not about if daddy wins or not. It's everything about the fact that Terrio hasn't backed down yet.” Dawn whispered back. Around the small group was another much larger group of Llinorm and assorted ponies and griffons going about their business. The small town of Fishstick was just above the territory held by the Kirin and a bit south of where the Dragonlands started. After the battle with Tirek this was one of a number of towns that had been accepting of the Llinorm, though the Windigo Dragons still mostly stuck to themselves, the younger generations were often out exploring the new lands and making contact with locals. Supposedly in her wanderings Dawn had come across this one and had hit it off. Luna had been getting a bit worried that the thirty year old mare had yet to have a colt friend that lasted beyond a meeting with Jer'rahd. And it seemed she might have finally found one who could at least match a stare down with her overprotective father. Though Luna was unsure if he was brave, stupid, or Dawn had coached him on the encounter. Perhaps all three.
Demons in HogwartsView OnlineRabbit's CornucopiaDemons in Hogwarts“ Well this was certainly unexpected and yet strangely enlightening conversation.” Dumbledore smiled looking over at the six people seated on the other side of the desk from him. Professors McGonagall, Flitwick , and Snape were on his side of the desk regarding the group. “We do apologize for the intrusion, but an associate of ours has decided that he wishes to be funny.” The woman who spoke was for lack of a better term an Amazonian. Her navy blue hair spilled down her form cascading over large breasts that were barely hidden in her borrowed robe. It did little to hide the rest of her curves and he had caught both Flitwick and Snape staring more than once. She had pale skin that was flawless and covered corded muscle enough to likely snap the castle in half. The woman next to her was far shorter, with faded purple hair streaked with gray, but if anything this woman was even more intimidating than the robed woman despite her much smaller stature. It may have been her glare, it might have been the leather and metal armor she wore, or the crystalline swords strapped to her back. Behind her was a tall willowy tanned man with long black hair dressed in a set of red robes. He had a smirk constantly on his face that Dumbledore had seen before on people who walked into a room knowing they were the smartest one there. The Woman next to him looked to be of African decent with her hair pulled up in a complex series of braids, she wore a pair of borrowed robes as well though a pair of large satchels decorated with numerous medical symbols were draped over her shoulder. The final woman in the group also had a set of borrowed robes she had a blueish tinge to her skin with darker blue hair to match, she also had a perpetually wide grin on her face . The final man worried him immensely, like the shorter woman his face was an angry scowl of a hardened solider though unlike her he was covered head to toe in a strange plate mail made of some sort of bone that smelled faintly of oranges, his hair was a more normal amber like coloration though his red and green eyes seemed to bore into Dumbledore. Thankfully he deferred to the Amazonian woman, because judging by the mess he made when they made their way through the forbidden forest Dumbledore didn't trust anything but the castle itself to be able to stop him if he was properly motivated. “Still it seems we may be stuck here for some time and I would prefer to be near where the portal dropped us out.” the Amazonian woman stated. “ There is sadly no time frame for when the portal will open again. “Well this might be a bit fortuitous, for us at least. “Dumbledore considered. ”This is a school and you have come across us on the summer hols. Given the unique nature of your story I would be able to allow you room and board here at Hogwarts if you would not be against assisting the teaching staff with their duties, was are as usual sorely understaffed.” “You cannot be serious head master.” Snape snarled. “I am actually. Just from the ruckus in the Forbidden Forest they have shown... interesting abilities.” Dumbledore placated. “Or did you forget who is going to be attending Hogwarts this year for the first time? If he is still out there you realize attempts will be made, and the more skilled individuals we have that he might not know about the better. A small price to pay for room and board, and helping to see if they can get themselves back home.” “They will need a crash course on the wizarding world, as well as wands if they are to fit in.” Professor Flitwick offered.” Though any odd mannerisms are easily explained away as being foreign.” “We will need to register their animagus forms as well.” McGonagall sighed. “And what exactly is that?” the short angry woman asked. “Ah well before you all changed to human as you are you seemed to have an equine form if you feel the need to switch back it would need to be registered with the government.” Dumbledore offered. “ Well perhaps not Miss Bleu there. There would be far too many questions about an animagus dragon after all.” “Told you I'm special” Bleu cackled. Author's Note no idea where this came from but i'm gonna dump a few chapters of it here. It's a power wank with Discord Dumping Luna and her Guard in another world for a bit as a vacation. Time line is Post Memories of Twilight, but before Lost Empire starts. Not really SiS canon, and probablty will come out a bit janky cause i only wanted to do some stupid things as i was on a HP kick lately
