Title:           Thread 45: Stories 1-15
Author:          PrincessApplejack
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Thread 45 archive: http://archive.moe/mlp/thread/20179745
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>Luna
"Guard"
~~~
 
>...You know, with mine sister and Applejack away, perhaps now would be a good time for us to try our hoof at this blasted 'paperwork' that brings them so much pain. Ah hah! We shall sneak into the office they complain of so, and will handle but a few of their pages. They shall be appreciative! Perhaps enough to stop hounding us to join in more often. This should work!
 
~~~~Minutes later~~~~
 
>BY THE FIRES OF TARTARUS! THINE PAPERWORK LIVES! IT LIVES I SAY TO YOU! IT IS A THING MOST FOUL, A DEMON BORN FROM THE DARKNESS ITSELF! Guards! JOIN YOUR PRINCESS IN BATTLE!
 
"Battle the... paperwork?"
 
>DOES THOU QUESTION US!?
 
"I guess not?"
 
>THEN TO WAR, SOLDIER! TO WAARRRRRRR!
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>SA
"Cadence"
~???~
'???'
~~~
 
>This was brilliant.
 
"Definitely the smartest thing we've ever done."
 
>Oh yeah, total top ten if nothing else.
 
~WHHHHEEEEEEE!~
 
"Giant bubble rides for the kids? We should market this."
 
>We own a nation, honey, we don't need more wealth.
 
"Could always use more wealth. More bits is more good, end of story."
 
>That's not how economics work.
 
"Meh."
 
>...Terrible attitude for a royal.
 
"I could be worse."
 
>Oh?
 
'ME NEXT! ME NEXT!'
 
>Chrysalis, it's for the children!
 
'I AM A CHILD AT HEART ME NEXT!'
 
"..."
 
>Point taken.
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>JJ
"Actarius"
'Random Changelings'
~~~
 
>Heyyy, we're back!
 
'DAMN!'
 
'I WANTED THE NON-DRAFTY CORNER!'
 
'Okay, buddy, that's like the fiftieth time you've said that. There is no drafty corner, it's a sealed ballroom. THERE IS NO FUCKING CORNER IT'S A CIRCLE.'
 
'It's drafty where I sleep!'
 
'YOU SLEEP ON THE DAMN AIR VENT!'
 
'It sucks!'
 
'DEAL WITH IT!'
 
"Or you could just plug it up."
 
'...'
 
"Just... little towel or something? Bunch of napkins?... Could actually ask them to turn it off since it's pointless with all the fires..."
 
'...THAT'S BRILLIANT! JJ! I AM STEALING YOUR COLTFRIEND!'
 
>HE'S *NOT* MY COLTFRIEND!
 
"Wait, aren't you a girl?"
 
'HE REMEMBERS! MARRY ME!'
 
"I'm just saying, with the coltfriend logic..."
 
'...What?'
 
>No, what, I'm confused too.
 
"...Nevermind, forgot, infiltrating species."
 
'How the fuck did you forget that? You know what? I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS! THE WEDDING IS OFF!'
 
'Awwwww!'
 
'Hate it when that happens.'
 
"...Huh."
 
>This is what you get for being helpful.
 
"Making a note of that."
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>Celestia
"???"
'Worker'
~~~~
 
>...
 
'They, uh... they said they wanted to help.'
 
"WHEREVER THERE IS DANGER, YOU WILL FIND... US! ALL TOGETHER NOW!"
 
"TOKUSENTAI-"
 
>No.
 
"...But-"
 
>No... just... no.
 
"Awww..."
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>SA
"Vekir"
~~
 
>Where the heck is she... I swear, it should not be hard to find a purple alicorn-OOF!
 
"SIBLING OF THE TWINENCE PRINCESS! Vekir gives you greetings!"
 
>...Did you just frisk me?
 
"What!? Never! Vekir is working to be ambassador now, never would ambassador take from ally of Sisslestia!"
 
>...
 
"...But Vekir does notice you do not have whompit, and it is odd."
 
>Whompit?
 
"Where Pon-ies keep their pictures of kin!"
 
>...Wallet?
 
"That is what Vekir said!"
 
>What do you mean, I don't have a... DAMN IT, CHRYSALIS!"
 
"VEKIR WAS BEATEN TO WHOMP!"
 
>...
 
"... Vekir is sad for your loss."
 
>Did you need something?
 
"No! Merely wished to inform the friend of Sisslestia of Vekir's new position, and see if anything you desired from her as this new position!"
 
>O... kay? I suppose if you're going to be ambassador, I could arrange to have you shown around the Empire.
 
"...But Vekir has seen your sparkly room, it is not that big."
 
>No no, my Crystal Empire. The place.
 
"...Is real? But... how it fit in tiny little hole?"
 
>I... yes, Vekir, it's real. When we go back to Canterlot I'll bring you through the portal to show you.
 
"Por...tal?"
 
>Magic hole that takes you places.
 
"..."
 
>Trust me, it'll be fine.
 
"OKAY! As you wish, Vekir shall see your Empeer! And other things, if you wish!"
 
>...What?
 
"Vekir watched you face the lesser ponies in game. She enjoyed it. She just wishes you had held father of pink one over your head."
 
>Why over my head?
 
"No reason."
 
>...
 
"Thank you for offer, sibling of Twinece Princess!"
 
>My name is Shining Armor.
 
"Too long! Shall call you the Shiny!"
 
>Everyone else does at this point...
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>Dash
"??"
~~~~
 
She swore to the very souls of the Wonderbolts who had came before her, she was going to scream.
 
Between helping Twilight investigate, trying to deal with the nightmare that is this whole situation and dealing with a terrified Wonderbolt, she was seriously going to light up this hospital hallway with an ear splitting scream.
 
"OOF!"
 
And whoever just bumped into her was going to get the brunt of it.
 
>WATCH WHERE-...
 
At least, they would have, if the pony who had done such an insulting bump had not looked like she had already done all of the screaming already.
 
>...AJ? You okay?
 
She tried to nod, tried to even put on a fake smile.
 
That lasted about half a second.
 
"...No, Ah'm not. It's been a long, long day, Dash."
 
>Yeah, no kidding. Giant monsters, angry gryphons, all sorts of fun stuff, right?
 
She orange mare let a tired breath escape her, shaking her head.
 
"Ain't that... well, it is that, but that's just a part of it."
 
>Huh?
 
"Dash... Ah' kicked Diamond Tiara outta the A-team."
 
The rainbow maned mare blinked, confusedly scratching her head.
 
>Oh... what'd she do?
 
"She didn't do nothin', Ah' jus' don't think she should be takin' these risks no more."
 
>Huh... fair enough?
 
Slightly misty, wide eye blinked almost as fast as a hummingbirds wings.
 
"...That's it?"
 
>What do you mean?
 
"Ya' don't... think Ah' should'a let her stay on, or think Ah' should'a done this sooner?"
 
Cyan shoulders shrugged almost wearily.
 
>I don't really know her all that well. I mean, if you say it's an issue, it's an issue, but that's all I know about it.
 
She just stared harder at the confused captain, seeming unable to understand.
 
"Ya' don't even wanna know why Ah' let it get this far before Ah' pulled the plug?"
 
>Uh, sure, if you want to talk about it. I trust you've got your reasons, though. You're... I mean, come on, you're AJ! You're Applejack! You're the borin- I meeeean, you're the sane one. Sane is what I mean. If sane says she's gotta go, okay.
 
There was nothing but a stony expression at first.
 
And then, just slightly, her lip twitched upward, just a twitch.
 
"Thanks."
 
Confused eyes darted around above a forced, unsure smile.
 
>Uh, right, sure, you know me. Always here to do... whatever it is I just did?
 
"Did... did ya'll have trouble, kickin' out the other Wonderbolts? Ah' mean, most of 'em did a good job, they jus' weren't clean, right?"
 
>Ahhhh...
 
That confusion quickly bled away to uncertainty.
 
>... Yeah, I guess they weren't terrible, it's just... gotta look at the bigger picture, you know? Sure, it may suck for them right now, but when they're ready on their own and NOT taking a ton of enhancements, they'll be all the better if I let them back, right? I mean, you trusted me when I essentially crippled your airforce, so I've got to trust I'm doing what's best overall. Gotta look at it like 'what am I going to do for the best of everyone', right?
 
"...Yeah. Guess ya' do."
 
An orange foreleg gripped her neck, quicker than even she could react.
 
"Thanks, Sug'. Ah' needed this."
 
Without another word, she brushed past and continued on down the hall, leaving behind a very, very confused blue pegasus.
 
>...Go me?
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>Zephyrious
"Hilda"
~~~~
 
There was something indescribable about moments like this. Moments when he stared out the glass wall of the royal Zepplin as it passed over his homeland. Moments when he felt like he stood above all who lived in the land.
 
He couldn't help but brush his claws over his regal, sharp robes. Fine silk embroiled with such stunning detail depicting his families history it would take someone with a magnifying glass ages to take in it all. Swords forged of the finest steel the world has to offer hanging from his waist. The perfect show of refinement and power to welcome home his 'victorious' mother. No doubt the parade would be quite legendary.
 
A part of him wished he could see it all as he did now. Reared back on his hind legs. High, tall, looking down on the world below. That indescribable feeling...
 
"It'll all be yours someday."
 
His right wing instinctively curled inward, allowing his sister to step closely beside him and join him in looking down upon trailing land.
 
"Some day, you will command all of that. All of the armies, the workers and the citizens."
 
He couldn't stop the lovely tingling of his feathers rustling along his neck line and up his cowl.
 
"Someday..."
 
At last, he could tear away his eyes from the world down below, and over to the one beside him.
 
>You look terrible.
 
She let out a low chuckle, bumping him with her elbow.
 
"Father insisted I wear the proper attire."
 
>You look like you can barely move.
 
"That's just what I want them to think."
 
His claw idly rose up, scraping a single nail across the glass.
 
>But I am in no rush to take the throne. Father and mother's reign has been a turbulent one, I wish my own to be in more peaceful times.
 
"Hmm... at this rate, you won't have a choice, if mother continues on this way-"
 
>Then I shall rise to the challenge and take the throne. But that is a very, very rickety bridge, sister. Best to make sure there is no other way before I set fire to it and take to the skies.
 
She nodded, understanding.
 
>Did you get a chance to speak with her yet?
 
"I have. Nothing much to say, my words to talk her out of this madness were in vain."
 
>Expected.
 
"Have you spoken?"
 
>Not yet, I am waiting for Siegfried to hawk up and go speak to her already.
 
"Then you will be waiting until the end of time."
 
>I have faith.
 
"I do not know if I should praise your belief in your brother or chide your foolishness... wait, yes I do, that's stupid and you should feel foolish."
 
He laughed, playfully throwing his claw over her shoulders.
 
>Well, then I am glad I have someone to tell me of my foolishness.
 
"Obviously. My future King is not going to be that naive, not on my watch."
 
>Well, if I am, you could always try to take the throne as well.
 
"And just what makes you think I do not already plan to be on that throne?"
 
He laughed again, this time with her joining.
 
>Ohhhh... at least I do not have to fear Seigfried's rule.
 
"There is nothing to fear. If he took the throne, our land would go out in a blaze of decadent partying that would be sung though the ages."
 
He paused, thoughtfully tapping his chin with his free claw.
 
>A part of me regrets I would have to be dead, I think I would regret not being a part of it.
 
"You know, I don't. I think I could do better."
 
>...I have my doubts.
 
She rolled her eyes, and shuffled out of his grip.
 
"Come, we are almost home. We must make the grand show of bringing home the great 'hero'."
 
>She did save quite a lot.
 
"She managed to bore the beast until it wandered off. I'm not impressed."
 
She looked back at him, a stern glint in her eye.
 
"You, on the other claw, must never be so foolish. I am not like our father, I will beat you back into sanity with a burning mace caked in itching powder if you try, I swear it."
 
He rolled his eyes, falling into step beside her.
 
>You know, most sisters just threaten to put gum in their siblings hair.
 
Inwardly, she smiled as they walked out.
 
"This is way more fun."
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>Celestia
"Mayor"
~~~
 
"You are leaving already?"
 
She nodded, walking beside him as she prepared to give a speech to the citizens of the city.
 
>Unfortunately. This attack means much for Canterlot, I will have to start work immediately to get you a more proper, long term aid in repairing the damages. We have found all who were trapped and are treating all injured, you should be stable enough to handle the matters from here. I will be taking Diamond Tiara back with us to Canterlot for further treatment.
 
"Shame, I would have liked her kept around. That rocket filly of yours is quite the show."
 
>Calling her 'mine' is a bit disingenuous. Her team is under the command of Applejack.
 
"Ah, yes, the newbie... the one who gives me an endless headache about my funding."
 
>It's all for the greater good.
 
"Of course, the greater good."
 
>I must say, you're a lot more relaxed than the last time I saw you.
 
"Well, what can I say? I got my... tea, the gryphons are off and no dead citizens to bury, I realize it could have been worse."
 
>Indeed... about that giant machine-
 
"Ah! Well, I'll tell you all about it as I tell everyone else. That is... a well meaning idea that didn't work as well as hoped, but was still successful."
 
>Oh?
 
"Yes, I do hope they'll understand."
 
>Well, I suppose.
 
"Well, if you don't mind, I need to go over my speech with my aide just before I step out there, so please take your time with yours."
 
She looked back at the mare trailing them, noticing something... off.
 
>Who is...
 
"She's a temp while my normal one ensures her family is safe."
 
>Ah. Is she any good?
 
"She is.... marvelous."
 
>...
 
"And by that I mean she is very good at assistance, so if you do not mind..."
 
She nodded as he ducked off with her, thinking no more on the matter.
 
She steeled herself, and stepped outside, walking up the far too tall podium.
 
She took deep breath, and gazed out over the dusty and dirty crowd.
 
>My little ponies, I regret that I have to speak with you today...
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>Fluttershy
"Maud"
'Chrysalis'
~~~
 
>Oh, we're leaving so soon? But I feel like we just got here.
 
"Incorrect. We arrived hours ago, your perception of time is slightly off."
 
'HAH! But yeah, Celly's heading out, which means Shiny is going to leave, which means I need to go mess up his paperwork.'
 
"You shouldn't do that."
 
'I'm gonna anyway.'
 
"..."
 
>Don't bother... it's actually really fun.
 
"I have my doubts."
 
'HAH! They always do, they alllways do... until the try it.'
 
"I do not need to try jumping from a cliff to know I do not like it, as my father put it."
 
>Oh, well, I suppose that's-
 
'Oh yeah!? Ten bits says you have fun!'
 
"That is not a sufficent amount, it would cost more for a train ticket."
 
'Fine, ten bits AND Fluttershy covers your train ticket!'
 
>Wait, what?
 
"I am still unsure."
 
'AND she'll make it first class!'
 
>WHAT!?
 
"Now it is acceptable."
 
>WAIT A MINUTE!
 
'SOLD!'
 
"It is fine, I was meaning to see the Empire for a while now, I have not had the time to enjoy it. I've heard it is mostly made of crystals, but I will try not to hold it against them."
 
>HOLD UP! I don't-
 
'HAH! It's a ball, me and Flutterbutter will show you around.'
 
>I-I need to get back to-
 
"Acceptable."
 
>ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING!?
 
'This is good. I feel like this is going to work out.'
 
"Agreed."
 
>...sigh...
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>SB
“AB”
_______
 
>Bloomers? Quick question.
 
“Wussup, Belles?”
 
>There’s not a parade of flaming skulls dancing about you heads while regurgitating golden bits, is there?
 
“Umm, lemme check. …Nope! Mah heads clear!”
 
>Drats. For a second there I thought we were rich.
 
“Yeh’, that wudda been somethin’ cool, right? Cutie Mark Crusader Billionaires!”
 
>Taxes would kill us. No, wait, actually, with how little everyone in this castle pays attention to those things, outside of your sister, we’d probably come out richer than pre-homicidal Blueblood.
 
“…That’s like the second hallucination ya done seen today, Belles.”
 
>Tell me about it.
 
“Okay! It’s the second one today an’ they seem tuh’ be gettin’ more frequent! Maybe y’all should talk tuh’ someone ‘bout it?”
 
>It’s just a side-affect of those stupid dolls and whatnot. I’ll be fine soon.
 
“Ya said that two weeks ago. An’ yer’ worse off now than back then….”
 
>…
 
“What?”
 
>Down the hall there… tell me what you see.
 
“An empty hallway with a table and vase on it. Why?”
 
>Interesting. So there’s no crying, two-headed baby manticore spewing chocolate milk all over the floor…?
 
“Nooooo?”
 
>Thank goodness. For a second, I thought we’d have to clean all that up.
 
She lifted a hoof, completely dry, and gave it a few shakes.
 
>Sure is pretty wet and cold for a hallucination, though….
 
Applebloom’s bow flipped once in the air before falling back down onto her head.
 
“WILL Y'ALL JUS' GO TALK TUH’ SOMEONE ALREADY?”
 
Sweetie passively rolled her eyes and gave her other hoof, soaked with chocolate milk in her mind, a few shakes.
 
>Fine, fine. I think I know who I need to see about all this lingering chaos….
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NC
>Jetset
“???”
_______
 
She talked, and every syllable flowed with her regality, with an elegance that only a Queen such as herself could imbue.
 
For once, the bet with his arch-rival was forgotten and Jetset stood behind the mass gathering of ponies, each of them held in an almost trance-like state under his Queen’s speech.
 
But then he felt it.
 
An ice-cold claw of dread reached up from the foulest pits of Tartarus and gripped him by the throat.
 
In actuality, it was only a hoof patting him on the shoulder. Followed by a voice he'd hoped to never hear again.
 
“Hello, Mr. Jetset.”
 
>FAUST IN HEAVEN NNNNPGGGH!
 
The patting hoof hooked around his mouth at the apex of his cry and subtly dragged him away without so much as a backwards stare from the mesmerized crowd.
 
Once partly pulled down an alley, Jetset felt the hold on him vanquish, yet he knew better than to even try and teleport away and slowly turned around, his finely crafted mask of indifference chipping away to reveal a brief glimmer of fear.
 
“Really now, Mr. Jetset, such behavior is quite unprofessional, don’t you think? I thought I taught you better than that.”
 
>…
 
He just stared, right eye twitching. There were no words for the older yet still visually stunning mare standing opposite him.
 
“Well? Aren’t you going to greet m-”
 
>Good evening, Ms Harshwhinny, ma’am.
 
“Better.”
 
The corner of her mouth turned up in a smirk, her eyes trailing his figure up and down with an analytical flare.
 
“Mmmm yes… you’ve come a long away from the brash, loud-mouthed colt that first got plopped before me. It’s been quite awhile since we’ve seen each other, hasn’t it?”
 
Not fucking long enough, actually, but he dared himself to speak it aloud.
 
>Yes, ma’am.
 
“Hold still, let me get a good look at you.”
 
And she slowly, painstakingly began to circle him. Her tail flicked him upside the nose once, no doubt trying to garner some sort of reaction but he remained as a freshly carved statue.
 
“Hmmm, yes, yes… taut shoulders… straight back… needle-like posture… not a single wrinkle in your coat or a speck of dust on your shades, excellent. Very professional, Mr. Jetset.”
 
>Thank you, ma’am.
 
“And you didn’t even bat an eye when my tail grazed you. Seems that little tick of yours is gone, hm?”
 
Like fuck it was gone, as if Chrysalis didn’t use that against him every chance she got.
 
>Yes, ma’am.
 
She pressed closer, arching her head to bring them nearly face-to-face.
 
“I must say, there were many times in the past when I didn’t think you’d survive my methods. I figured ‘who’s this little nitwit of a colt thinking he can become an elite?’ and I sought to crush you. But you kept coming back time and time again.”
 
All the paddlings, the whippings, the yelling, the cursing, the starving, the crying, the exercises- all of that and more flashed through Jet’s dying mind like a lightning bolt.
 
“You stand here the pinnacle of my work, a testament to what backbreaking commitment can bring. But still… I wonder… if some habits truly die as they should.”
 
Oh shit. Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn, oh d-
 
She pursed her lips and blew a gust of warm breath into his face.
 
She might as well have sneezed on him for the way Jetset suddenly reared back, cheeks flaring up as he furiously wiped at his muzzle.
 
>…
 
The grin from before was back on her practiced face, except far more voluptuary. He swallowed.
 
“So it appears you lied to me, Mr. Jetset. Still as unsettled by the opposite sex as ever, I see.”
 
>No, ma’am, I’m- well, not as badly as b- strides have been made!
 
“Not long enough, unfortunately. An agent with such a weakness? Unprofessional, downright inexcusable. No, no, this must be rectified with a little bit of correctional punishment, wouldn’t you say? Just like old times.”
 
When Jetset vanished like a whisper of wind, Ms Harshwhinney couldn’t help but produce a victorious smile.
 
“Ah, the joys of tutelage. The fear never leaves them. Never.”
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>AJ
"??"
~~~
 
She felt a little better after her talk with Dash, she would admit that much, but it was jut a drop in a bucket overall, and she was well aware of this fact. As much as she knew she was doing the right thing, there was that ever present doubt in her mind if this would stem the tide, or make it worse.
 
So caught up in her own thoughts, she barely even hear the scraping of something dragging against the ground. She couldn't hear it, but... she could smell it.
 
She could smell the crumbly, sweet, haughty taste of...
 
>An apple fritter?
 
She did not know where the pan filled with the treats had slid in from, where they could have possibly gotten the ingredients for a fresh made one in the middle of a warzone, or even how they had possibly managed to throw one together in the middle of all of this chaos. How they had pulled this off, she had not the slightest idea.
 
Which could only mean one thing.
 
>...Thanks, Pinkie.
 
Again, just as expected, she had no idea how Pinkie suddenly appeared behind her to hug her when there had clearly been nothing but a massive empty room there before, but she didn't question it. She needed some light in her life right now.
 
"Awww, you don't have to thank me, Jackie! I always have a treat on standby, just in case, and WOO, you look like you need it."
 
She didn't respond, knew she didn't need to, just started nibbling on the fritters in front of her.
 
"Wish I could stay so you could tell me all about it, but I have got a LOT more cheering up to do, loooootta frowny faces out there, and that's no good!"
 
>Ah' know, Pinkie. This is plenty.
 
"Of course its not! But it'll do for now. I'll be back later, and we'll make sure you are up and back to being you in no time! Later!... But not too much!"
 
The hug left her, and she did not even waste a second before she turned around.
 
Just like she expected, gone.
 
>...She don't make a lick o' sense, Ah' swear.
 
Wordlessly, she nibbled a bit more.
 
>...Thank goodness...
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>Blueblood
"Haymaker"
'??'
~~~
 
"You're going to burn out at this point, take it easy. You've been working for hours straight now, take a break if you need to."
 
The unicorn just continued scrubbing, determined to finish his work on the base of Celestia's meeting room. He wanted it spotless, but the fact it had such high traffic of very tall mares meant this was a challenge.
 
>I'm fine.
 
"Really, buddy, the floor is literally reflective at this point. I can see myself. Take a break."
 
>I'm just fine, really.
 
'Well, that's just unfortunate. Disobeying a command from your overseeing officer? Bluey, I'm going to have to report you.'
 
He had no time to react to the voice before a great weight suddenly pushed down on his back, pinning him flat on the floor.
 
'Unless you can make it sweet for me. I'm pretty open to bribery.'
 
"Lovely to hear, PJ."
 
'Hey, don't pretend you haven't looked the other way for stuff. It's the Canterlot Guard, half your pension is drunk teenagers of the wealthy.'
 
"Hurtful, and a stereotype, I've never accepted a bribe in my life."
 
'Pfft. Suuuure.'
 
>Would you kindly get off me? Those things are heavy, and I have work to do.
 
'No.'
 
>Haymaker?
 
'I'll give you four bits if you look the other way.'
 
"Deal."
 
>WHAT!?
 
"I'm kidding. I'm also not getting her off. You need to relax before you end up in the emergency ward."
 
'See, Bluey? He's not getting me off, you're going to have to do that on your own. Give it your all or I'm never going to be satisfied.'
 
>...
 
"..."
 
'...wait for iiiittt...'
 
The white former-prince suddenly started sputtering like a broken motor and blushing brighter than the sun itself.
 
'There it is!'
 
"Ugh, don't do that too often, will start associating you with your Queen."
 
'Oh?'
 
"Yeah. I mean, seriously, you get I'm normally all for giving someone another chance if they say they're sorry and make the effort, right?"
 
>I... suppose I couldn't deny that. You've been far more forgiving and helpful of me than I could ever ask.
 
'So, what's the deal with Tall-bug?'
 
"It's just... do you guys ever get the feeling she's sorry? At all? Ever? She's never even said sorry for shooting Celestia in the head. And I know, it's not my place, but that really bothers me. I feel like she should be far more thankful of what she got, she really did come out better than she should have. But look here, this guy gets just a chance to prove himself and he works until I see veins in his legs. But her? I swear she's still plotting to take over. I genuinely get the impression she is doing that, and I do not like her."
 
'...'
 
"Sorry."
 
'Naahhh, no need to apologize, she's a bitch, and you did not hear that from me. What do you think, Bluey?'
 
>She destroyed my favorite rifle and tried to burn Arana. She is not on my favored list.
 
'Still, what're ya' gonna do? She's queen, guys in the ballroom love her, nothing to be done unless you want to go full 32, and nobody wants to go full 32, he's rotting in a jail cell and nobody goes to see him.'
 
"I've heard rumors that-"
 
'LALALALALALAICAN'THEARYOUPLAUSIBLEDENYABILITYLALALALALAALALALALA!'
 
"Point taken."
 
'Good.'
 
>Well, with that settled, please get off.
 
'The floor is DONE, Blueblood, take a break.'
 
>You don't know that.
 
She reached out with a single hoof, and very gently pushed against the ground.
 
The ex-prince, with her still on top, slid across the entirety of the long, long room with just that.
 
'...'
"..."
 
>...That proves nothing.
 
Gently, she pushed back, and he slid right back next to the door. He was so covered in cleaner, he didn't even leave a streak. The floor was still practically glowing.
 
'...'
"..."
 
>...Lunch?
 
"That was six hours ago."
 
>...Dinner then.
 
'...'
 
>Shut up.
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>Vekir
"Filthy Rich"
 
>...
 
"..."
 
>...
 
"..."
 
>Vekir is embarrassed.
 
"...uhm, excuse me but, what are you doing?"
 
>These are...these are not actual bags of the shiny discs, are they?
 
"No, they are not."
 
>...I am ashamed.
 
"...want a brownie?"
 
>Yes!
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>Dash
"Rarity"
'Fleetfoot'
~~
 
"Darling, I've always wondered. You say you have a problem with that one Wonderbolt handing out drugs, yes?"
 
>'A problem' is understating it.
 
"Well... have you ever tried catching her?"
 
>Wellllll...
 
~~~~
 
Fleetfoot is walking down the hall, about to come up to one of the kid fliers.
 
'Hey kid, want to get really strong with your flying-'
 
>AH HAH!
 
She bursts out of the potted plant next to them, pointing furiously at the wonderbolt.
 
>I'VE GOT YOU NOW!
 
'Oh, you've already got him?'
 
>...what?
 
'Shoot, I wanted to be the one to make him do fifty wing-ups. They're funny. Oh well!'
 
She walks off.
 
>DRAT!
 
~~~~
 
Fleetfoot is behind the alley next to Wonderbolts headquarters, meeting with an ex-wonderbolt
 
'Heyyyy, got the stuff man, now you can-'
 
>AH HAH!
 
Dash, disguised as a pile of garbage via sticking random rubbish all over her, bursts forth.
 
>You've got 'the stuff' do you!?
 
'Well, yeah. How else is he supposed to make his rainbow pottery?'
 
She holds up a vial of liquid rainbow.
 
>...Oh.
 
'...That diaper is-'
 
>NEVERMIND!
 
~~~~
 
Fleetfoot scooches up to a young flier, wrapping her hoof around his shoulders.
 
'Hey kid, wanna buy some drugs?...BECAUSEDRUGSAREBAD!
 
Dash splatted against the wall, unable to stop her rocket like charge.
 
'Oh, captain! I was just telling this impressionable youth about the dangers of drugs. Before you arrived. Too far before for you to think anything else.'
 
>DRAT!
 
'Wait, what!?'
 
>I mean... good job?
 
'PHEW!'
 
>'phew'!?
 
'I mean... thanks?"
 
>...
'...'
>...
'...A-hem.'
~~~~
 
>It's harder than it looks.
 
"Uh... huh..."
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