Club houses and Club sanwiches

The cart rocketed down a dirt road. Their earlier anger at my mud flinging foolishness was forgotten. My face really hurt. My mouth still tasted like dirt and chocolate. I was tired and sore. Wait what was that?...

...THIS IS FUN! I can't believe how much air this cart got! Scootaloo jumped a small hill, and we like flew! It felt amazing!

"WWOOOO! SOOO MUCH WIN!" Scootaloo took her eyes off the path, turning to face me.

"That's the spirit!" She called back...Tree...

Dirt tastes abso-fracking-lutely horrible. I picked my head out of the dirt and tried to raise myself up. I fell face first again. If at first you don't succeed... I felt a light glow along my chest as I shakily got back up. I finally managed to get all four legs under me and looked up. I could just barely see the faint fading of her glow leave her horn. This tingling was magic right? Think fast.

"I'll go help Apple Bloom!" I bolted in the direction of the pink and yellow blur I had seen flash by in the crash. Did other ponies get that tingling when Sweetie uses magic? I don't know why, but I REALLY didn't like that idea. Wait... had I passed by a pink bow? Ahh buck. "Sorry Apple Bloom!"

"I's Alright! Yer probably not thinkin straight with all yer blood in your face." I took a moment to help Apple up before covering my muzzle with my hooves in embarrassment . She chuckled lightly and nudged me with her rear hoof. " Come on, let's go n' find the others." I followed behind her as she walked back towards the crash site.

"Thanks Sweetie Belle, sorry aga- Ahh Apple, Fantasi! It was Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. They were standing over the wreckage of what used to be a cart. It was bent and dented beyond belief. Kind of sad looking actually. Apple Bloom looked it over once then shook her head.

"I see we gonna haf'ta hoof it." Scootaloo nodded solemnly in agreement. I lifted it up with my glow and looked it over again.... I heard voices in the distance... I turned the cart upright. It didn't look so bad.  I set it back down.

I was jolted out of my stu-ow- tra-ow-... thingy by a sudden voice in my ear. I also stumbled back and landed right on my flank. Embarrassing. "How did you do that?" I looked up to find Sweetie Belle occupied my immediate view of the cart.

"...M-M-m-magic!" I managed to stutter out.

"You okay?" Sweetie took a step forward. I felt my muscles tense up again. Of course they had just tensed up from getting surprised. Pain surged through one of my rear legs. Strike that, they BOTH hurt. I needed out of here!

My wings returned with a painful vengeance. I was in the air and throbbing all over in pain I felt something wet fall on my face.  I saw a light flash.

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The pain I had felt in my legs, or even my back, was NOTHING compared to what I felt as I picked myself off the floor. I can't feel my legs! What is going on! What is wrong with me!

-system self diagnostic-begin-

-mental systems-diagnostic start-

-transdimensional rift-inactive-operable-

-sentience-full power

-physical status-

-synaptic-- In bio electric shock- - - system overload- - - meterogical wavelength-

• damage accidental- commencing repairs-

-adaptive paradigm- operable

-musculature- damaged- tension related ripping- repairing-

-biochemical homeostasis- comprimised- emotional stimuli-

-stabilising and applying restraints to prevent further damage-

-bio synaptic cognizance- damaged- rifted- commencing repairs-

-aspect Functions-

aspect1=imagination-indeterminate- begining noninvasive diagnostic and repair as seperate program-

-set as secondary function- to be reviewed later-

aspect2=inspiration-inoperable- placing safetys

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safeties holding- repairing function to dormant state-

aspect3=insanity- domant... fluctuations detected- reinforcing restrictive interlocks-

aspect4=

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• Aspect System four not detected! hardware has been compromised beyond the capabilities of thisdiagnostic

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--------diagnostic program commencing forced cease and desist- ongoing repairs maintained through

secondary repair systems-

• systems resuming-

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I jolted- tried to jolt, to all four of my legs. I swiveled my head around to see where I was. Everything looked pink. I tried to shake myself out of this stupor-stupor: a trance or sleep like state of consciousness.- What?-What- context 3: a form of interrogative interjection- WHAT?! AAAAAAHHH!

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-primary-secondary-....

-Self diagnostics Primus and Secundus compromised-

-implementing tertiary diagnostic- sub-diagnostic beta-memory and information processing-

-information recall is ,malfunctioning, deemed over verbose- placing safety restrictions-

-Physical state-

-below minimum age under plan-(undefined)- advancing age three years along standard equine proportions and

development-

-psychological state-

-immature- depressive- fragile- naive-

-status set to dependent- setting a higher priority to positive interaction with other systems-

-Memory functions proceeding entrance into- h0me-

-h0me undefined-

-memory functions proceeding entrance to (undefined) are compromised-

-beginning recovery of longer term memory-

-psychological state protocol gamma-epsilon-delta...alpha-zeta-3 demands that guideline

• 0010111001-zeta be implemented-

-restricting access to any recovered memory to previously mentioned guideline-

-diagnostic initiating passive integrity protection- running in background-

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I awoke again. My head tingled. My legs tingled... Everything tingled. I was finally able to register my location. It appeared to be a dark dank light red, playhouse. Outside was a storm of epic proportions. I guess it had been a little gray when we went out before. Correction, the play house was PINK. A awful almost syrupy pink favored by small fillies. I noticed a small white filly next to me. My throat clenched in a discomforting fashion. How had I got in this situation?

I could barely recall a thunderous clap before my slumber. Thunder... Ohh... I decided to stay there in the warmth of the blanket that I just now noticed. When had Sweetie gotten smaller? This required investigation! I stretched my leg muscles tensing myself from front hoof to back hoof. This unfortunately caused my wings to stand up and throw off the blanket. I shivered.

The air had the same quality as the rain outside, cold and dank. I looked back down at Sweetie.She looked the same overall, and she was the right size for everything in the room. wait... I had gotten bigger! Where was a mirror? I can't wait to show mom!... wait... mom...

Why in the name of the almighty Faust had I even come to the clubhouse?! I would be in so much trouble when I got back, and if I was older. That meant the punishment was worse! The storm had arrived suddenly. I could just claim I got stuck out in the rain, gotten lost, and they had offered me shelter.

Okay! I've got a plan for when I get back, but what do I do now?

I glanced around the room taking in all the stored activities. There were some pencils in a corner. Good, Pencils are awesome! there were assorted tools, but nothing to work on. I spotted a big sheet of paper on a wall. I could barely make out what was drawn on it.

I stepped closer, my eyes adjusting slowly in this dark. A map! It appeared to be a map of different things to try. Sadly most of the map was filled with the scribble and slashes of completed tasks. I should draw a map too! I looked around for more material, but I only found some paper. So

Sitting down I-

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-Memory fragment retrieved- data form unstable- attemptimg to convert information into stable form-

-solution found-

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I stared down at the map I had drawn. I don't remember drawing.. Ohh wait I remember now! I had picked up the pencil with my glow, drawn a map of my subjects settlements in UrsaMinoria, and... Wait a moment! I don't recall any of the stuff I had drawn. I remember drawing it, and I remember remembering it, but I don't remember IT now. AAARRGGGHH...

Ohh I had a cutie mark now... It was incomplete. A Valknut had three triangles!... Why The Heck, was my cutie mark a incomplete Valknut!