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>13
"Random Changeling"
~~~
 
"Hey, aren't you going to go help with that whole city smashy thing?"
 
>...You want me... ME... to be in an area filled with possibly toppling buildings, rubble, and sharp pointy objects.
 
"...Yes?"
 
>...
 
"...You have the non-drafty corner, and I called dibs after you die."
 
>Fuck you.
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>DT
"???"
~~~
 
Diamond Tiara always hated it when she woke up from a nice dream.
 
It was never fun to be on the precipice of victory, watching a rocket sink into the skull of her sworn enemy, knowing that soon she would see the gore shower explode outward any moment, only to jolt awake by a subconscious force. Her one regret is that technically, there was nobody she could insult and cajole into giving her what she wanted.
 
"Welcome back."
 
The voice next to her was faint, ragged, wheezing with every breath. Through her blurry, sleep fogged eyes, she could just barely make out the vaguest of shapes in the bed next to her.
 
>Your bed is nicer than mine.
 
"That it is."
 
>That's some bullshit.
 
The Gryphon Monarch let out a choked, pained laugh at that.
 
>How long have we been out?
 
"I'm afraid I just woke up a few minutes before you. I believe we are being left be to get some 'rest'."
 
>Pfft.
 
"Had I the lips to do that, I would reflect the sentiment."
 
>Do... do you know if Silver Spoon is okay?
 
A hawk-like eye flickered over, a bit of mirth in it.
 
"Seeing as you were the one who took the brunt of the force, and she is not in here with us, I would say she is likely in good health."
 
>...Good.
 
She paused, taking a deep, pained breath.
 
>You didn't need to try to save me.
 
"And you did not need to catch me after that monster cast me from the sky. We do strange things in the heat of the moment."
 
>Guess so.
 
They laid in silence after that, trying not to think about the aches and pains shooting through them.
 
>Your chest okay?
 
"It feels as if it was hit by a mace. A mace that was on fire. Your face?"
 
>It feels like someone slapped me with a flaming fish.
 
"Well, if you intend to continue on in the ways of battle, get used to it. You will face many a painful mornings if you live this life."
 
>Lady, I got the crap kicked out of me by a cyborg on an exploding airship. You are preaching to the choir.
 
"...Did you really?"
 
>Went right back to school in the morning.
 
"That sounds... unnecessary."
 
>Preaching. To. The. Choir.
 
"...You are brave for your age."
 
>Stop saying that. Seriously. How old I am doesn't change the fact I'm Diamond Tiara, thank you.
 
"I mean it as a compliment. While I am glad none of them were as headstrong and risky at your age, a part of me wishes my own hatchlings had that willpower. My eldest complained when I made him face a chimera unarmed on his sixteenth birthday, could you imagine?"
 
>Pfft.
 
"Indeed. And do not even get me started on my youngest. My husband coddled him too much."
 
>Meh. My Daddy does whatever I ask him to, and I turned out fine.
 
"I suppose."
 
>...So, poison?
 
"It was sound in theory."
 
>I guess, but not really in practice.
 
"Her hide in her smaller form should have been pierce-able."
 
>Well, it wasn't, not by that.
 
"Time wasted."
 
>...Maybe not.
 
Her head rolled to the side, allowing her to look right into the curious eye of the gryphon.
 
>Maybe you just need a better... transitional method.
 
"Oh? Perhaps something with a little more... forward momentum?"
 
>Something like that.
 
They turned away from each other, looking straight up at the ceiling.
 
"...You know, I've never been a fan of you ponies. Always thought you were too soft and devoted to all the wrong things."
 
>Didn't like how in the dark ages you guys were either, no ambition for higher possibilities.
 
"...I still have the card that one mare tossed out."
 
>Really. Well, maybe we ought to get together for lunch sometime, reminisce about the fun time we all had together.
 
"That... sounds lovely. I'm sure we have much we can talk about."
 
>...You know, us ponies really do appreciate friendship.
 
"And we gryphons quite like ambition."
 
>...I feel like this could work out.
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>Celestia
"Idris"
~~~~~
 
>Can we try to be calm about this?
 
That hard, steely glare said no, no he would not be.
 
"My wife was injured on your land."
 
>Yes, by the giant monster, who also injured said land. And by injured, I mean destroyed a large chunk of.
 
"Do you wish me to give you pity? It is your students doing that she is even among us in the first place!"
 
It was rare that Celestia let her gaze grow hard to another.
 
Rarer still that it ever got this intense.
 
>I am well aware in my doing in this matter, I am merely informing you that your wife's involvement in this is not of my choosing, wishes or desire. My home was attacked, Idris, and your attempts to spin this into you being the real victim as the ones I swore to protect scramble to find what little belongings remain and staunch the bleeding of the many wounded is not appreciated."
 
He never flinched, of course, it would look unking-like if he had.
 
"My wife-"
 
>Sustained injuries but is otherwise fine, and you cheapen her actions in helping evacuate after the beast initially struck by implying her movement is somehow on me or anyone else. She knew what she faced, and she did so without any second thought. You and I both know that even if either of us had asked her to abstain, she would have denied us.
 
The regal blades that hung from his sides suddenly felt far heavier.
 
"This is-"
 
>My fault, I know. Directly, indirectly, it does not matter.
 
She turned away, heading towards the gathering of her wounded subjects.
 
"I'm sure you're aware I will be taking her back to my kingdom for proper treatment, yes?"
 
She ignored the backhanded claim, continuing on without looking back.
 
>Of course.
 
"...She will die, Celestia. For this, she will die."
 
At last, she glanced back.
 
>Considering my track record with her, all I have to say to that is... best of luck, and I hope yours is better than everyone else's has been.
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>42
"Crystal Soldiers"
~~~
 
>ALRIGHT! Push through the rubble over there, and if we work hard enough we should be able to have it cleared in no time at all! Their morning commute won't even slow down!
 
"You know, you don't have to be disguised."
 
"SHHHH!"
 
>Yes I do.
 
"No, really, unless you grow to stupid-big sized, I don't think anyone would care."
 
"Ahhh! Let her do what she wants!"
 
"I'm just worried about another 18 situation."
 
"What, you mean where they're pony more often than Changeling at this point?"
 
"Exactly!"
 
"...Huh. What would happen if a Changeling decided they identified more as a pony?"
 
"Wouldn't that only last until they got hit?"
 
>Several were hit in the fight with the Elements, and they didn't change back.
 
"So, like, what would happen if a changeling said "I feel more like a pony"?"
 
"Well, I mean, it wouldn't change the fact they ARE a changeling."
 
"Right? Internals don't change."
 
"But I meant psychologically."
 
>What?
 
"I mean, like, I don't know, they just turned into a pony and felt more 'natural'? Has that happened?"
 
>Not to my knowledge.
 
"Huh... wouldn't it just be the same if a stallion felt more like a mare?"
 
"Yeah, but, stallions can't become mares. Even with magic, remember? It takes more magic than even Alicorns have."
 
"I'm just saying hypothetically."
 
"Hypothetically doesn't work when a changeling COULD do it with a fwoosh, but the option isn't there for the other party."
 
"I guess..."
 
>...Well, it's moot, I love being a changeling. It's awesome. I just don't want to LOOK like one while in the midst of rubble created BY a changeling. And, since I am a changeling, the option not to look like that is open to me. So... there.
 
"...Could you turn into a stallion if you wanted?"
 
>Looks, yes. Package, no. How the fuck would I grow one of those? Where would it come from, you know?
 
"Point..."
 
"...Could a male, like REMOVE the-"
 
>GET BACK TO WORK!
 
"YES MA'AM!"
 
"...This is gonna bug me all day."
 
"Heh, bug."
 
>...
 
"Sorry."
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>MM
"Lyra"
'Bonbon'
[Lotus]
{Aloe}
~~~
 
>Alright, which one of you has been spreading rumors since we went to Partyland.
 
"Us?"
 
'Perish the thought!'
 
[We would do no such thing!]
 
{Insulted you would even imply, really.}
 
>Look, I just want to know who spread the one about Princess Twilight, all others are off the hook.
 
"Which one?"
 
>YOU KNOW THE ONE!
 
'...Ohhhhh... Aloe-'
 
{YOU BITCH!}
 
'I was just going to ask if you knew.'
 
{...Shit.}
 
>Wait, seriously? You? YOU!?
 
{And just what does that mean!?}
 
>I thought you'd be more sympathetic is all, considering.
 
"Considering what?"
 
'Think she means considering the rumors about her and her sister.'
 
[WAIT, WHAT!?]
 
'You heard me.'
 
{WHO IS SAYING THIS!?}
 
"Everyone."
 
[B-b-but! But... we're not...]
 
{THAT NEVER HAPPENED!}
 
>So? Are you implying that one rumor with Twilight happened? Caaaause, pretty sure it didn't.
 
{...Fine, lesson learned.}
 
>Good. Last thing I need is her mad at me. And with that out of the way, speaking of rumors... Lyra, Bonbon, are you guys-
 
"No idea."
 
>...
 
'Not a clue.'
 
>...You're fucking with me, right?
 
"..."
'...'
 
>...Huh.
 
"Yeah, it's confusing for everyone."
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NC continuation
~~
 
"So has it dawned on you yet you're hanging out with Trixie?"
 
>What? She's okay.
 
'...She took over our town.'
 
>Bah, who hasn't gotten hopped up on dark magic and done that at least once?
 
[...Almost everyone else?]
 
>Well sure, if you want to get technical.
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>Celestia
"Vekir"
'Idris'
 
Princess Celestia had lived centuries, she had seen the rise and fall of Kingdoms, the highs and lows of all Equinekind, she had stood face to face with monstrosities of all kinds and partaken of vistas no mortal eyes would truly seen again.
 
Still, she had to admit, the sight of the filly-sized Morlock in bright blue armor laboring under the weight of a plus-sized teddy bear hugging a crystal heart attached to no less than four balloons all emblazoned with the message 'Get Well Soon!'...that was a new one.
 
"Neh! Nehhhh! Neh! Nehnehneh! Stupid...stairs...wish...there was...ramp!"
 
>Vekir?
 
"Yes-neh!-Silessia princess?"
 
>Can you tell me exactly where you're going with that?
 
"I have been told-neh!-of the Queen of all-neh!-Catbirds and her-nehhhhhh!-injurededness. Therefore-neh!-I am doing-neh!-what all allies and tradefriends do! I commend her-neh neh neh neh!-bravery and selflessness, with this dead animal, shiny shiny shimmerstone, and floating messages!"
 
>Ahhh, I see. Is this part of you trying to be a good ambassador?
 
"Yes! Neh! I mean, no! Well...sort of..."
 
Even without her face visible, Celestia could tell from the tone the Morlock was trying to come up with a proper term for her motives.
 
>Take your time, I can wait.
 
"The Catbird Queen, she-neh!-listened to Morlocks speak of their home-neh!-and shared her people's delicious food-neh!-and told us of her offspring. Now-neh!-she is in a bed of healing after trying to kill the monster of evil? Vekir would be a terrible person-not just-neh!-ambassador- to not show her that her efforts are appreciated!"
 
>I see...Vekir, would you like help with your get well gift?
 
"No no-neh-Silessia Princess, Vekir must beat this burden, in the name-neh-of friendship!"
 
>...
 
"...yes?"
 
>You didn't steal that, did you?
 
"Only one of the floating messages..."
 
>Vekir.
 
"And the other three."
 
>...
 
"The candy bar I balance on my head is spoils of my battle with the evil snack vault and its terribly hooky swirly insides!"
 
>Riiiight, have a nice visit, Vekir.
 
"At once! Neh!"
 
Celestia walked away, shaking her head, a strange creature, but her heart was in the right place.
 
"Catbird King! Behold! Vekir is here with gifts of friendship for your mate!"
 
'Oh it's you again-CATBIRD!? How many times do I have to tell you-'
 
A shame her brain wasn't in the habit of keeping up.
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NC
 
>56
"Scoots"
_______
 
>I'm beggin' ya, just one... just one skirt and I promise I won't ask again.
 
"That'd be more reassuring if you hadn't already used that same line sixteen times in the past hour. So I'll answer now how I did then. No, I will not put on a maid's costume for you."
 
>Hivemind above you're a cruel chicke-
 
"FINISH THAT SENTENCE AND DIE BUGBOY."
 
>... Withdrawn.
 
"That's what I thought. "
 
>Well... since that was a bust, I'm curious, where are those other two you hang with? Marshmallow booty and applehips?
 
"They're on a ghost hunt at our old school."
 
>...Oh.
 
"Yuuuup."
 
>...I kinda feel like I'm missin' out on that.
 
"I KNOOOOOOOW! IT'S EATING ME ALIIIIVE! WHY'D YOU LEAVE ME BEHIND GIRLS? YOU NEED YOUR CHICKEN!"
 
>Whoa... Yeeeah, I'm just... I'll be over here doing wing-ups while you deal with... yeah.
 
"WHHHHHHY?"
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>Zephyrious
"Hilda"
'Vekir'
~~
 
>...Sister, I am... unsettled.
 
"It is likely just a new kind of guard."
 
>It is carrying a stuffed bear.
 
"Likely a token gift via the princess."
 
>...And it keeps subtly trying to steal the chair.
 
"...I've got nothing."
 
>Aaaand, now it's coming this way. Sister, help.
 
"There are many things I will do for you, but this is not one of them."
 
'Halo, Catbirds! Vekir is wishing to give gift of good healthy to queen catbird, can you open the door please?'
 
>...what did she just call us?
 
"Is catbirds an insult of some kind?"
 
>She seems sincere.
 
'Of course Catbird is not insult! Catbirds are nice, Vekir knows ambassadors do not insult when being nice.'
 
>Am... bassador? For what?
 
'Vekir is training to be ambassador for all of Morlocks!'
 
"The devil is a Morlock?"
 
'Vekir! And Rekulk! And many others!'
 
>And are you all armored?
 
'Noooo! Vekir is not armored, skin shield is made by Twience princess so the great sky demon does not melt Vekir under it's angry gaze!'
 
>...I... what?
 
"So, what do you look like?"
 
'...weeellll... since Vekir is inside building, away from the Sky Demon's sight...'
 
*SHINK!*
 
"GAH!"
 
>WHAT IN THE GREAT HAWK!?
 
'Hi!'
 
>...
 
"..."
 
'...Catbrids open door now?'
 
>She is... resting. You will have to wait.
 
'THEN VEKIR SHALL WAIT!'
 
"...Give my brother back his swords."
 
>WHAT THE!?
 
'Vekir was just admiring them!'
 
"...You still haven't given them back."
 
'Yes Vekir has, it is just... hard to tell.'
 
>...
 
'...NEEEGHHH!... HERE!'
 
>Thank... you?
 
'You are welcome! Now... Vekir waits!'
 
>...Help.
 
"I don't know what you expect me to do."
 
>Tell me this is all a dream.
 
"It's not."
 
>...You suck, Hilda.
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>Idris
"Celestia"
'???'
[???]
~~~~
 
>And of course I will be expecting an official statement in apology later.
 
"Of course."
 
>Though I will not be asking for any compensation, I would find it off if no apology gifts were sent.
 
"Naturally."
 
>And furthermore-
 
'DAAAAAAAAD!'
 
>...
 
"..."
 
>...Yes, Siegfried?
 
'This machine doesn't work!'
 
>What machine?
 
'The snack one!'
 
>We have snacks on the airship.
 
'But we don't have fuzzballs! I fucking LOVE fuzzballs!'
 
>Then find another machine!
 
'Just send a servant to fix this one!'
 
>FINE! What's wrong with it!?
 
'It won't give me my snack!'
 
>I gathered that, but I meant why. Is it eating your bits?
 
'...what? No, I mean it's just not giving them to me.'
 
>...Ugh.
 
"You have to put bits in it for it to work."
 
>Please let me handle this.
 
"Sorry."
 
'WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT IS THIS!? Does this thing know who I am?'
 
>No, son, it does not. For it is a machine. A machine which has no concept of royalty, lack thereof or personal worth, BECAUSE IT IS A BLASTED MACHINE WITH NO SENTIENCE!
 
'...Well, someone should fix that!'
 
>...
 
'Can I have some bits, Papa?'
 
>What did you do with the ones I gave you!?
 
'Had to pay for a cab. The triplets needed a ride home.'
 
>...
 
'AT THE SAME TIME, DADDY! AT! THE! SAME! TIME!'
 
>...
 
"Spirited, isn't he."
 
>You have no idea what it is like. He has no concept of personal space, no boundaries, is always talking about sex in some form, never shows a lick of respect to anyone and cares not for whatever havoc he creates. YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
 
"...I'm going to challenge you on that."
 
>PROVE IT!
 
[HAH! Celly! Celly come here, you are NOT going to believe this! Okay, so, you remember Pinkie's parents? Turns out they have a SPECIAL HAT they put on when they want to fuck! It's amazing!... Oh, hey, king birdo is here. Neat.]
 
"..."
 
>...I concede to you.
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>Sucker Punch
"Arana"
'41'
 
"-and then Scidrella took all the bunnies and, okay this is gonna sound weird but can I ask a question?"
 
>Blblblblb?
 
"How do ya 'strip' a bunny 'for parts'?"
 
>...
 
"You dunno either, huh?"
 
>BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL-
 
"Wow, that's a lotta bubbles!"
 
>-LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL-
 
"It just keeps going!"
 
>-LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL-
 
"I haven't seen this many since this time with mama and the sea pony! Did you know-"
 
'Hey Punch, are you STILL here? The guys in the ballroom are talking shit about my headband and I think it'd be fun to go all Double Dragon on...their...asses...'
 
>...blblb...
 
"Hi!"
 
'...WELP! I see you're busy, so I'm just gonna-'
 
>BLBLBLBLB!
 
"Yeah, stay, we're having all kinds of fun!"
 
'Hmm...help buddy...get got like Juggle Jack...choices.'
 
>Blblblb!
 
'Hey it's not my fault I'm not allowed to talk to be in the same room as her!'
 
"But you're not."
 
'...Punch?'
 
>Blb?
 
'Ask her what she means.'
 
>Blblb.
 
'I can't talk to her, but if I talk to you and you say something similar to her, then I don't get in trouble!'
 
>Bl blblblb blb blb!
 
"You're not in the same room, you're on the other side of the door."
 
'...'
 
"..."
 
>...blblbl.
 
'I suppose that doesn't go against orders.'
 
"Yay!"
 
>Blblblbl.
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>Twilight
"AJ"
~~~
 
>So, from what I gathered, that's pretty much what happened. Chitania got discovered underground, one of his clients freaked out and shot her with DT's rocket launcher, and the rest is history.
 
"A client?"
 
>He wouldn't give their name, said something about not wanting to reveal his clientele.
 
"Huh. How'd ya' find him anyway?"
 
>...There's a giant hole in the ground.
 
"Right, right... so, guess Ah' can't even yell at Diamond Tiara fer' shootin' her inta' the street."
 
>Good? Isn't that good?
 
"No."
 
>Oh... kay?
 
"Let's jus'... let's jus' finish up and go home."
 
>Applejack?
 
"Don't even ask, Twi. Don't even ask."
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>Zecora
"Snips"
'Snails'
~~~~
 
"PSST!"
 
>...Can I help you, one of light green? You are taking a lot of precaution not to be seen.
 
"Yeah, uh... I heard you got some... stuff?"
 
>You will have to be more clear I do not know what you mean. I have objects both grand and those your parents would think obscene.
 
"No no, uh... 'special' stuff."
 
>You lost me. I do not see.
 
"You know... stuff to help you deal with... tough times?"
 
>...No.
 
"Please? I'll do anything you want. You want me to punch a bear? I'll do it."
 
>Absolutely not.
 
'Come ooooon, give my buddy his stuff, you know? It's like... you're probably not using it.'
 
>Does he know what you are asking for? His mind is whirling, I do not know if it can take much more.
 
"No, he doesn't. BUT WE NEED IT!"
 
>Well, to me your request is quite apparent. As such, leave before I seek out a parent.
 
"NARC!"
 
>...
 
"...I'm sorry."
 
'Huh. Why'd you call her narc this time? When we were coming here you said she was a zigger-'
 
"AHHAHAHAIDUNNOWHATYOU'RETALKINGBAOUTAHAHAHAHLET'SLEAVETHENICEZIGG-IMEANZEBRAALONEZEBRAISWHATISAIDAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
 
'Oh. Okay.'
 
>...Little shits.
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>Luna
"Random Changelings"
~~~
 
"""""COME AND GET YOUR LOOOOVE!"""""""""
 
"BOW BOW DOW DOW DOW!"
 
""""""""COME AND GET YOUR-
 
*SLAM!*
 
>WILL THOU CEASE THAT INFERNAL RACKET WITH THAT INFERNAL SONG IN THIS INFERNAL PLACE!?
 
"...What does infernal mean?"
 
>SILENCE!
 
"Jeez, what's got you in a twist."
 
>THIS IS WHEN I SLEEP!
 
"Huh. Middle of the day?"
 
>YES!
 
"Ohhh... is that why you didn't go to Fillydelphia?"
 
>WHY THE DEVIL WOULD WE SPIRIT TO FILLYDELPHIA OF ALL PLACES!?
 
"""""""""..."""""""""""
 
>...........WHAT?!
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>Applejack
“Spike”
~~~~~~
 
He didn’t know how much he needed to see her until he saw that golden mane and caught a glimpse of that tattered Stetson, covered in even more dirt than usual thanks to all the searching and digging.
 
When she heaved a tired smile at him from across the waiting room, he returned it with just as much fatigue, maybe more.
 
Foreheads gently touched as they neared and, using the other as a leaning post, they exhaled in unison.
 
>Rough day, loverboy?
 
The sweet scent of apples wafting off her set off a wave of relief within Spike’s tired form.
 
“Like you wouldn’t believe, applebutt. Like you wouldn’t believe….”
 
>Oh, Ah reckon Ah know exactly what ya mean.
 
She led him to a chair and sat him down, scoffing at how he seemed to meld with the cushion.
 
>Landsakes, sugar, she’s fine. Y’all know that, right? She’s as fine as Winona after some apple pie.
 
“There’s a joke in there... somewhere... but I’m too shook up to make it.”
 
>We’ll save it fer’ later, then.
 
He had to a force a grin, idly watching as she fiddled with a bag at her side.
 
“But yeah, I know… I know she’s going to pull through. I mean, damn, she’s Diamond Tiara. I don’t fear that bugbitch taking over the world; I know we could stomp a mudhole in her real quick. But DT? Yeah, I’ve already had stress dreams about her and her celestial ego. So I know she’ll make it. And it’s not even so much that’s she’s hurt, it’s that I wasn’t there and… I feel… uh, what’cha got there?”
 
The only response he received was a suggestive pair of bedroom eyes from the apple princes, which, while highly enjoyable by its own merit, only served to confuse.
 
That confusion lingered and intensified when she pulled out a bottle of applesauce.
 
“…Is this going where I think it’s going? Should we like, get a room? I can kick a patient out real quick if need be.”
 
>Boy, y’all’re some sorta cute when yer’ flustered, but no, Ah only wanna show ya a lil’ trick.
 
There was absolutely no hiding his disappointment, however slight it was.
 
“A trick.”
 
>Eeeyup.
 
“With applesauce.”
 
>Ya heard me the first time, loverboy. Now, pay close attention….
 
There was really nothing else he’d rather look at in the drab room besides her so paying attention was all too easy and he watched as she took a good helping of applesauce- almost half the jar- into her mouth. Setting the jar off to the side, she worked her jaw in an almost practiced manner, meeting his eyes with a playful wink.
 
“…”
 
After a minute or two, Applejack stuck out her tongue, and on it sat a miniature apple. Not a drop of applesauce in sight.
 
>Tadaaaah!
 
“…”
 
>Pretty impressive, eh? ’S jus’ a lil’ trick Ah been workin’ on since growin’ the wings an’ horn. Obviously, Ah’m usin’ magic but Ah dunno how Ah’m doin’-
 
She blinked, baffled, when he suddenly gave her a light peck on the nose.
 
“Thanks, AJ.”
 
>H-huh? Fer’ what?
 
“For being you.”
 
>…
 
“Nice blush there. Now, show me how you do that again. But go slower on the applesauce part… much slower.”
 
>Heh, pervert.
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