The ship nuzzled up to the Manehattan docks as if felt particularly fond of them. A cheer went up from its decks, and the cheer was echoed on the shore.
Appearances could be deceiving. In its day, the ‘Jolly Galloper’ had been most unwelcome at the Manehattan seaport, for its habit of disgorging pirates to rob the place. But the ‘Galloper’ had belonged to Kabochaebi… and for years now, its visits to ports all over Equestria had been peaceful and benevolent. Continue reading
You’d have to be crazy to try and smuggle a changeling child into Ponyville in broad daylight. Or, you’d have to be daring. You’d have to notice all of Ponyville was turning out for a Ponyville funeral, complete with celebration of life afterwards. You’d have to risk somepony noticing when you didn’t show up for the ceremony, and you’d have to make a break for it when all Ponyville was distracted, all in hopes of getting your changeling child safely into your secret lair, unseen.
Only Secret Agent Sweetie Drops was that daring.
Unfortunately, it also looked like Secret Agent Sweetie Drops had been crazy to try it. Continue reading
“Whoa!” squeaked Pinkie. “Hey, Fluttershy, form up! I think we can take her!” Continue reading
Danger had come to Ponyville before, but it had never lit up the pre-dawn sky with a pillar of magic illumination.
One pink pony walked calmly out of the shadowed streets of Ponyville, heading towards the Everfree Forest and the shining beacon of light. Continue reading
“Did you remember the most important part? Didja didja?”
Only Pinkie Pie could become that excited, creepy and cheerful at the same time. Scootaloo backed up a pace. Continue reading
Before Rainbow could fly again, she had to preen her feathers for half an hour. Continue reading
Peering out her front door, Fluttershy scanned the landscape for vengeful mist demons. It was difficult, because Shy was peeking out the door from around floor level, most of her body hidden behind the door jamb. She expected a visitor, but all the same she hid from the dreaded Kirin. Continue reading
“You think we oughta go check up on Pinkie a lil’?” said Applejack, worriedly. “Ah think she’s gittin’ a little outta sorts.” Continue reading
The shiny magic bit sat mockingly on the floor.
Fluttershy and Zecora sat on either side of it, each pouting more than the other. Continue reading
“Eee!” squeaked Fluttershy, flapping as best she could, but it was useless. Continue reading
“Aren’t you listening?” accused Fluttershy. “She hurts bunnies!”
She trailed off, seeing the look in Princess Celestia’s eyes. Continue reading
Gilda peered fretfully at the ominous device. “So… what the heck is that?”
Twilight smiled brightly, perhaps too brightly for such an early morning hour. “Measurements. I’ve adapted it from an earlier experiment. Trixie says she got a feel for what was happening, last night.”
The griffin’s expression was nervous. “Oh, she got a feel all right,” she said, and then as Twilight approached her, she squawked “Not so fast!”
Twilight, rebuffed, blinked. “Why would it matter if I do this fast or slow?”
“Well,” said Gilda grudgingly, “okay. You can’t say I don’t cooperate. Just… can you at least tell me where you’re going to insert it?” Continue reading
Fluttershy curled up into an uncomfortable little ball under her bed, the wooden planks wedging against the illusory feathers of her wings. She made a face and curled tighter, ignoring the pain. Maybe her wings would break, she thought. It’s not like she couldn’t fix them anyway, no matter how broken they became. Her evilness would make sure of that. She sobbed at the injustice of it all… the unfairest thing was that she couldn’t even be harmless.
Out in the room, Gilda’s terrifying claws scrabbled against the floor, and dug in several inches, splintering the wood.
“Please come out! Please! I love you!” Continue reading
Twilight Sparkle stamped a forehoof. “You come out from under that bed, Fluttershy!”
“Won’t!” sobbed the distraught vampegasus. Continue reading
“Is this awesome or what?” said Northern Spy. “Now come over here and let me do you. We’re a team!”
Rock Candy’s eyes were very wide. He trembled, and he didn’t move the slightest bit toward eager Spy, the newly Fanged Streak. Continue reading