The True Master of Chaos

The light of morning crept into the bedroom of the town library, causing the room to glow from several beams reflecting off multiple trinkets in the room. The sudden change in light caused a certain purple unicorn to stir from her sleep.

Twilight sparkle was tired from the dinner last night with her friend. She tried to roll over, but ended up falling off the side of her bed, landing with a large thud.

“Oww!” she yelled, rubbing the large welt that was caused by her head hitting the nightstand as she fell. After a few moments, the pain subsided, and Twilight walked over to the mirror to brush her hair.

In six years, Twilight had changed since she had moved to Ponyville. Her body had grown a few inches taller, and had slimmed down as well. Her mane had been cut to about half the length it was before, only reaching just past the base of her head. Her horn also had almost doubled in length.

A sudden crash from downstairs broke her concentration. She galloped out of her room, down the steps, and into the kitchen.  Her eyes focused to the centre of the floor, where an enormous pile of pots, pans, and rags had been seemingly dumped into a big, jumbled and dirty mess.

Twilight gasped at the mess skewed across the floor, “what in the..? What is this? Spike!”, she shouted out, looking for her assistant.

The pile began to shake. A long purple dragon head came up through the center, followed by a long, slender body and tail. He was covered head to claw in grease and baking powder. He tried to brush himself off, giving a cheeky smile to Twilight.

Spike had grown to be a foot taller than Twilight, and although he had arms and legs, his body had become longer, almost snakelike. His snout had also become more narrow. The spines on his head and back had become more defined. He still did not, and would never, have wings as Twilight had discovered that he was a form of water dragon.

“He he, uh, sorry about that.” He said, his deep voice contrasting his childish grin.

Twilight walked over to her dragon friend, “Spike, what are you doing? Why are you throwing all the dishes on the floor?”

“I wasn’t, Twilight. Jeez. I was just trying to carry the dishes outside to clean them off. And with this many dishes, it’s a lot faster with the hose.”

Twilight was shocked by the enormous amount of dishes and plates in the pile. “What are all of these from? Applejack and Applebloom were the only other ones here last night.”

“Well, after you went to sleep, us three stayed up, then Big Mac came over to walk them home, and… well, he got hungry.”

Twilight’s stomach suddenly growled. Her ears folded back out of frustration, knowing what happens when Applejack’s big brother shows up. She looks up and plainly asks “what’s left in the fridge?”

Spike walked over to the fridge, and glanced inside, “well, we still have milk, one egg, and some leftover hay fries from last night if you want.”

“uh… hay fries this early do not agree with me, spike.”

“Well, after I do the dishes, I’ll run to the market and grab some stuff.”

“Oh, thanks Spike. That would be great”

“No problem!” Spike then reached his long tail down around the base of the dishes, wrapped his arms around the center and hoisted it up. He then waddled outside towards the garden hose on the side.

Twilight’s stomach began to growl, signaling her to get some food. “hmm, well I guess a bowl of cereal isn’t that bad.” She walked over to the pantry and opened the top shelf Only to find that her box of Cereal had been half eaten. Literally. Also,  It was devoid of any cereal.

Twilight ground her teeth together, and, with a loud voice, growled, “I really do hate your brother, Applejack!”

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Ponyville’s streets were bustling with activity this morning. Today was the start of the Ponyville street fair, a monthly tradition where nearly all the town shops came out on the first Sunday of the month, setting up carts to sell their items at a discount price to both travelers and locals alike.

Market carts were scattered everywhere, with lines of customers waiting to try samples of all the foods available, to see all of the different items of clothes, jewelry, and maybe to buy something.

Spike was walking through the market with his large satchel. He had already collected most of the vegetables that had to be replaced, but now needed apples. He walked past a few spice carts until he found the one he was looking for.

“Howdy, Spike! Good to see ya this mornin’!”, a friendly southern accent spoke. Applejack stood behind the baskets of apples smiling at her friend. She too had changed over the six years, she was a few inches taller, always wore her cowpony hat and had decided to  her braid her mane and tail.

“Hey Applejack. Sleep well?”

“Darn tootin’! That was a mighty fine meal ya’ll made us last night, spike!”

“Glad you liked it. I just need to restock our food now.”

“Oh, right,” Applejack suddenly frowned, remembering her brother’s arrival, “Hey, sorry ‘bout Big Mac, he tends to go overboard when eatin’ at someone’s place.” Applejack put a hoof to her muzzle. “Or anyplace for that matter...”

Spike chuckled at Aj’s remark, “don’t worry about it. It’s ok.”

“ Still, ah wanna make it up to ya.” She reached down and pulled out a small basket of apples. “Here. Ya can have this for half price.”

Wow, thank you Aj. That’s generous of you.”

“Oh Spike, ah ain’t as generous as Rarity was after Pinkie’s Party last week.” She gave Spike a sultry look and a little wink.

Spike lifted up a hand to cover his face, which was now a brighter red than the apples in his basket. He thought back to that Monday night at Sugar Cube corner. Pinkie Pie had thrown a party celebrating the 13th birthday of Sweetie Belle. Rarity and Spike had a few drinks, and after hours of constantly giving each other looks, they decided to both sneak out the back towards Rarity’s boutique.

“Y-you knew about that!?”

Applejack laughed at the dragon’s sudden change of nerves, “Oh come on, everypony could see what was goin’ to happen. Ah mean; Rarity and ya’ll dancin’ together, the looks, and finally, sneaking out the back. It was obvious. Hell, even if we had any doubts,  dat next mornin’ the two of ya had a grin bigger than a rattlesnake in a pickle barrel.”

“Well I- wait, what?” Spike caught himself thinking of Aj’s last statement.

“Oh, never mind,” she said, realizing he didn’t understand her joke. “Just head on over to the right and ya’ will find yer lover.” Once again smirking and the young dragon.

Spike turned his head and saw… her. Just 6 stalls down the street. Purple mane and tail perfectly shaped, exactly the same from the first day he saw her, which he loved. Her body had become taller by about 6 inches, and now had even more curves than when she was younger. Her horn had grown in length as well, which added to her already momentous beauty.

Rarity was selling a dress to a customer when her head turned left, and her eyes met spike. She immediately flushed with excitement, her white cheeks turning pink.

Spike was caught in a trance until his good friend Bon-Bon came over and slapped him on the rear. He jumped up out of surprise from that, then looked over the to the pink and purple mane pony next to him.

“Hey, lover boy, why aren’t you over talking to your dream?” She laughs and his rush of embarrassment again.

“Oh, well I, uhh-”

“Ah just shut up and get over there,” Bon-Bon interrupted, giving him a shove toward Rarity’s direction, “you know you want to.”

Spike then started to think back to the week before. After that night, he and Rarity never really talked much, not knowing what to say to each other. She had known Spike has always had a crush on her, and in secret, she began to realize her feelings in return.

The two had secretly been seeing each other for the last two months, although it was kept at a close friendship level, with a friendly kiss here and there. Neither of them had expected the outcome of that night.

Building up his courage, he trotted over to her stand, and tried to act casual by leaning over the counter with his elbows on the edge. This however didn’t work, for the only words he could force out were, “Hey Rarity. How… how have you been?”

She smiled, trying to hide her rosy cheeks, “I’ve been good, spike. Thank you. I haven’t seen you around lately.”

Oh, well I’ve uh… you know, been, uh, busy at the library. Twilight has been working me crazy lately.”

“I see,” Rarity looked down to her feet, “it’s just nice when you are around.”

Well, I’ll try to come around more if you want! I’ll ask Twilight-”

“Just kiss her you fool!”

The two of them suddenly looked up to the voice from above and saw a cyan Pegasus with her multi colored mane and tail hovering ten feet off the ground. Coming to the ground, Rainbow Dash, naturally, was laughing hysterically at their embarrassment.

Rainbow Dash had not grown in height over time. Her mane was now hanging past her shoulders, and her tail nearly dragged on the ground. She also had her Wonderbolts’ goggles on her forehead. Ever since making the team three years ago, she had never taken them off.

Rarity tried to hide her blush, but Rainbow simply walked over to her and kept pushing her buttons, “Come on rarity, don’t make Spike beg for it. You want it, to! I can see it in your eyes...”

“Rainbow, please stop, you’re making a scene!” Rarity pleaded, looking around at the passing ponies.

“Ha-ha-ha. You two can’t just sit here and hide it. It’s better to just let it out. I don’t try to hide the fact that me and Soarin are together.” Rainbow tilted her head up in pride.

A shadow passed overhead, and Rainbow looked up to see that a yellow Pegasus with orange hair was circling above. She smiled up at her friend, “Hey Spitfire. What are you doing here?”

The yellow female seemed out of breath, “Rainbow, I’ve been looking everywhere for you, we have a race to get to, remember?”

“OH CRAP! Totally forgot! Gotta go guys!” Rainbow took off from the ground, leaving the dragon and unicorn couple with the crowd of ponies that had accumulated to see why two of the Wonderbolts had come to such settings.

The crowd looked to find the two pegasi, but never found them, as Rainbow and Spitfire were already halfway towards Canterlot.

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“What happened, Dash? You’ve known about this race for 2 weeks!”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just got caught up with stuff.”

“Still living with your head in the clouds, I see?”

Rainbow glared over at her flying partner, “still trying to make me feel bad?”

Spitfire nearly stopped flying at that, “Oh come on! That was two years ago! How much longer are you going to hold on that?”

As long as it keeps you in check? Forever.” Rainbow began laughing at that.

Spitfire at first glared at Rainbow, but then began laughing with her.

The two of them went through a lot over the last few years. Before Rainbow was a member, Spitfire was the most famous wonderbolt. She was the fastest member in 20 years. And also had a secret crush on another member; the blue Pegasus Soarin.

Spitfire always admired Soarin for his kind, yet sometimes immature ways. And although she tried to express her feelings, he did not feel the same way. He wanted to stay as ‘just friends’ as he put it.

Then, three years ago, Rainbow qualified to train with the Wonderbolt’s. Spitfire and Soarin knew her from the past. This was due to the fact that three years before the qualificatian Rainbow Dash had not only saved them both and Rarity from certain death, but had also managed to pull of a Sonic Rainboom in the act of doing so.

Rainbow Dash’s name was already spreading throughout Equestria. So once Rainbow joined the team, her name grew even faster. In 9 months, she had broken nearly half the records held by Spitfire. It seemed Rainbow began to overshadow the others.

Spitfire began to become jealous towards the new member, fearing that she would be overtaken. It then boiled over when Rainbow began to have feelings towards Soarin, and he returned the feelings.

With the anger finally at its peak, the Wonderbolt captain went on a personal mission to ruin the couple. But every time she had tried to cause something, like sending letters to Rainbow claiming Soarin was having an affair, or vice versa with Soarin, they would come together and work it out.

Spitfire finally had set up her friend to meet with Soarin, and would wait until as soon as Rainbow showed up, to make her move on him. Sitting behind a tree, she watched as her friend talked with Soarin, then Rainbow walked into the courtyard.

Seeing her chance, Spitfire’s friend wrapped her hooves behind Soarin’s neck, pulling him close. She locked her lips on his and continued to kiss, even as he tried to pull away. Once he did though, the damage was already done. Rainbow saw the kiss, but didn’t even walk over to her colt friend. She took off as fast as she could. Soarin felt too guilty to follow her.

Spitfire went to Rainbow’s house an hour later to relish in Rainbow’s hate towards Soarin. When she arrived, though, it was a different scene. Rainbow was on her couch, crying her eyes out over a picture of Soarin. Instead of pride, Spitfire felt guilt, walking over to Rainbow to comfort her.

As they talked, Spitfire realized that Soarin and Rainbow didn’t just have a little thing going on with each other; the two truly did care about one another. They had fallen in love.

With her guilt now pouring over, Spitfire broke down and explained everything that had happened to Rainbow.

After all that she told her, Spitfire was surprised that all she got was a broken nose and the silent treatment for a week. Soon Soarin and Rainbow Dash came to forgive her, but always enjoyed teasing her by exaggerating their make out sessions in front of her.

Although it took time, Spitfire’s anger began to subside, seeing Rainbow’s skill was from her drive to reach her dreams, and after time began to admire her. The two had become best friends since then.

Sweet apple acres was quiet as it normally was. The only movement came from 3 teenage ponies walking out from the house. Applebloom walked out first, followed by Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. The three didn’t look so little anymore.

Applebloom looked like a shorter clone of applejack, making her hair the same as her sister, except she topped her head off with a red hat. Her cutie mark was a crossed hammer and paint brush. She had earned this by discovering she had almost supernatural talents in both building and painting. For some reason though, her work was always better when she used a brush of applewood, or when she built with the timber of an apple tree. Everypony still was trying to figure that one out.

Sweetie Belle had grown to be like Rarity despite her younger years of resenting fashion. She always made sure she had her makeup done in the morning and her mane styled, but still didn’t mind getting dirty, unlike her sister. Her cutie mark was a microphone, discovering her true talent by entering a talent show. Her singing skills earned her first place.

Scootaloo had grown to be the tallest of the three, being nearly as tall as rainbow dash. Her hair she had let grow in the same style rainbow had years ago. She had a blue patch and a sun as her cutie mark. She earned it when she was able to clear the skies of a storm over ponyville in under 2 minutes, faster than any pony in town.

“So, ya’ll wanna go by the lake and take a dip?” Applebloom asked her friends.

Sweetie Belle was the first to answer, “Sorry Applebloom. I had promised Rarity that I would help her with the stall in town.”

Scootaloo laughed at the answer, “I can’t believe you sweetie belle. You used to hate fashion all that stuff. Now you can’t keep yourself away from it.”

“Well, I believe I have found another calling besides being messy all the time.”

“Yeah, I can see by your little frou-frou mane and those sparkles…”

Applebloom had to interrupt her friends, “come on, ya’ll. No reason for this fightin’.”

“Fine.”, both of them said at the same time.

Scootaloo looked over to Applebloom, “I had also promised Fluttershy I would help her over at her place”.

“Well, ah gotta find big Mac anyway. We had to finish picking apples for the market. Ah guess ah’ll see ya girls later.”

After her two friends left, Applebloom walked past the front porch and noticed the empty rocking chair sitting there. She could still picture old Granny Smith still sitting there.

It has been hard for the last 4 years with her passing. Applejack had taken it the hardest out of the three. It took her over a week to come out of the house and get back to work.

Applebloom was hurt by the loss too, but after time she had come to learn that life goes on. She looks up to the sky and smiles, knowing that her grandma is in a better place.

Coming back to her senses, she begins looking for her brother. After looking around for a few minutes, she doesn’t have any idea where he is.

“Come ta’ think of it, ah haven’t seen him at all, today.” She says to herself.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Applebloom’s attention is turned towards the strange sound.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“What in ponyville is that?” she has no idea what that is, but knows that it is coming from the barn.

Coming up to the door, she notices that the noises are still coming from inside, and it seemed like there was whispers inside. Grabbing the handle, she pulls open the door, “Big Mac, what in tar- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The two shapes under the sheet started thrashing all of a sudden from the scream. From under the cover comes Macintosh, shocked to see his little sister standing there. “Applebloom, this… this ain’t what it looks like!”

“BUT IT LOOKS LIKE-”

A light purple earth pony came up from under the sheets as well. When this pony saw Applebloom sitting there looking straight at her, both of their hearts stopped.

“CHEERILEE?! WHAT THE HAY?”

Cheerilee didn’t know what to say, “Uh, Applebloom… look, this is-”

Before Applebloom could scream, Big Macintosh quickly said

“A massage”

“But- but”

“It’s deep tissue. Don’t tell AJ I’m doing this. She uh, she gets jealous.”

Applebloom just stood there with a horrified look on her face. Cheerilee decided to pipe up.

“Your brother does give good massages.”

Applebloom shuddered, before closing the door and walking off, shaking slightly.

The two ponies just sat under the sheet, filled with embarrassment. Cheerilee was the first to speak, “well, that was embarrassing.”

“Eeyup.” Big Mac hoped his little sister held out. “Ah hope she bought it.”

He carried on sitting there until he was pulled down by one of Cheerilee’s hooves. Mac turned to look at Cheerilee, who gave him a look which made his heart pound in his chest. “Massage. Seriously?”

“Eeyup.”

“You are a genius.”

“Eeyup.” Big Macintosh threw the covers back over them and went back to kissing the mare underneath him.