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  1. Applejack may huff and puff every once in a while about Rarity's grooming but as far as the fashionista was concerned she was being more than reasonable. Indeed, she wasn't asking for Applejack to bathe with the finest shampoos, use the best conditioners, dress in beautiful haute couture dresses day and night and keep her pelt soft and supple to the touch. She was willing to settle on a day to day of simple beauty and cleanliness, both of which were easily within Applejack's wheelhouse. What was acceptable after a rough day in the fields or selling at the market was not nearly as acceptable out on vacation or on a planned date. Applejack would grow into that realization just as Rarity would grow into her gradual acceptance of a basic desire of cleanliness being enough. It seemed a fair trade, no? "Oh, nothing much. I have already cleaned up well enough and this room is a little small to fully stretch out the wardrobe! I will have a nice hat. They tell me a sunhat is too gouache for an airship so I say, 'Rarity, design a hat that is gouache enough for an airship!' and so I did," she said as she levitated the 'less gouache' hat onto her frame. It was a nice maroon and red number, tilted just so to allow small strands of light to filter through and giving her purple mane a darker, more dangerously seductive complexion. She couldn't claim to have done so on purpose but she would happily take the benefit. In a few moments Applejack exited with a beautiful little scarf and a fetching broach- one she knew very well. "I'm so glad you like it, darling," she said as she laid a paw on her mare's chest and gave her a kiss. "Now come. Let us get something to eat before you get too ravenous," she said with a large smile as she led them out of their room and into a narrow hallway. Too narrow for them to walk side by side and allow for anypony else to use it. She locked their door behind them with an enchanted wooden card and trotted forward. After a few moments there was an opening to her left and she took it, which led to the main lobby of this floor of the airship, the upper passenger floor. Several large rooms were in this one lobby- a dining room, stage show with seating, and rimmed with pools and massage chairs. Quite elegant, and there was so much more to the vessel! For now Rarity made their way to the dining room and picked a nice table for the two of them, using her magic to push out Applejack's chair as she took hers. "Have a seat, dear."
  2. It was an awkward dinner. Not a bad one, not nearly as bad as she wanted it to feel, but awkward nonetheless. Rainbow knew what Twilight was feeling and wondered if she did as well. It couldn't be. But it could. Except no. Unless yes? Uggh, so confusing. She didn't like confusing. She liked straight to the point. Unless it was this. For some reason, she didn't want Twilight to be to the point with what was being unsaid but she also wanted this awkwardness to end. Twilight seemed to loosen up as the meal went on and she felt better about the situation. Rainbow didn't feel worse. The dinner was good, after all. Food was excellent as was the company. And imagining Crescent Sparkle trying to get his daughter to stargaze with him was more than a little adorable. Twilight started coughing which caused Rainbow's wings to open up in alarm. She was halfway to her before she realized what was happening, and realized that Twilight had simply had food travel on down the wrong pipe. She settled down and allowed her heart to follow suit, breathing a sigh of relief. "Come one little miss future ruler of all Equestria. I can understand your legs and wings being tired and not working so well but this-" she playfully knocked on Twilight's head, "-doesn't have an excuse. But maybe it needs a little time to exercise itself the way your body has, heh. So, what about this stained glass window? Am I on it? And who even makes these stained glass windows? It would seem to be a pretty exclusive market," Rainbow said as she hovered away.
  3. "I'm on the third floor. It's the only bedroom up there. If you want to be close, there is a bedroom right next to the staircase on the second floor," she winked, though hidden behind it was a bit of a hope that Applejack would randomly go, 'no I want to sleep in your bedroom. Actually, make that with you in your bed!'. It was a silly thought and one she chastised herself for. Desperate much, filly? While a romance was blossoming in her heart it had only taken root there and it was too new to get too adventurous with. Besides, it was a minor element at play. Applejack had to be made comfortable so the music they made together didn't feel stressed when it came out. Desperate emotion could sometimes be major kindling to a great song, but a distressed artist who wasn't a professional like Applejack couldn't be relied on to keep it out of her work. Plus it'd just plain feel bad. "We do have a little cargo elevator out back to help bring equipment in. I normally just use the staircase but if you're feeling tired, you can use the elevator if you want," Rara said as she trotted to the back. It took a little bit and they passed through a kitchen and a dining room along the way. She opened up a back glass door and turned to the right, taking a few more steps until they were at a small hand-operated elevator. She placed the bag down and turned it- one small turn and the mechanism took over. It came to life with a small clashing of gears and then rose into the sky, bringing them to the second floor in style. The cargo door was opened quickly afterwards and they were in the residential side of the second floor. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a small study. She took the suitcase and trotted down the hallway, taking a left at the hallway's intersection and going straight until they hit the staircase that led up and down. To the left was the second floor landing and the staircase heading to the third floor. To the right was a hallway that took a left turn and ended into a door that led to the larger business half of the second floor. It had good space and a window that overlooked the ranch's rear. It had an attached fully featured bathroom to boot! "And here we are! Well, it is much quicker to just use the staircase, but now you know how our elevator works, ha!" She said as went to a corner and carefully dropped the suitcase. "The recording studio is on this floor too, same with a few small instrumentation rooms. The top floor has my room and office. You're always welcome up there. The first floor has the dance studio which doubles as our main living room. We have an eighty-inch projector and live radio! Kitchen and Dining room, you saw that. Azure can cook pretty well but...well, you know. You have free reign. I'll let you get settled in now. I'll be downstairs for a spell if you have any questions. We won't be doing any work today since everything is still getting set up, so take this time to explore if you want," she said as she gave Applejack a big hug. "Thank you for doing this, Jackie. This means a lot to me," Rara said before releasing her friend and giving her the time and space she needed to get settled.
  4. The beautiful crystal pony didn't have the time to really respond as the entire line surged around her. Drats! That was a nice looking pony right there! Apple Bloom moved on though. She didn't have as much cider to give out this year and she didn't really think about it more than that. She had to make sure she did right by as many ponies as possible as quickly as possible. And with that on her mind she went right back into the raging maelstrom of her work. Apple Bloom moved like a mare on fire, taking bits and pumping cider as fast as she could. Two bits, mug. Two bits mug. Two bits mug. “Y'all have a nice one!” Two bits, mug. “Hehe, only mah sister knows that secret!” Two bits, mug. Two bits, mug. “Oh, we'll have more days after this for sure” Two bits, mug. Two bits, mug. There was a certain anxiety as barrels vanished but she didn't let it show. “Ah reckon yer gonna remember this mug for a long time!” “Say hi ta 'er for me. Return mah letters, dangit!” “What a charm-” Two bits, mug. Two bits, mug. Eventually her eyes settled on...was there a bat pony, one of those aerions or what have you? This one had pink mane and pink wings and as just adorable! There weren't many bat ponies around and for the life of her Apple Bloom never understood why. as there too much light? Did bat ponies care about light? Did they just like cities because of the hustle and bustle? There were a thousand things Apple Bloom didn't know about the how or why of Equestria and she was interested in the answers to all of them. She didn't think she'd be getting the answers today though. The only thing anycreature was getting was a much of cider from Apple Bloom in exchange for two bits, which Apple Bloom collected from Reckless as she poured a cup and sent it over. "Ah ain't seen you 'round here before. Where'd you come from, if you don't me askin'?" He inquired, her mind unable to filter the question out. Gallus poked his head out quickly, allowing Silverstream to get decent for everycreature else. Not that she needed to on his account, what he saw had been decent enough for him. Though if he were honest? He did like her hippogriff form better. Swimming was not like flying and flying was best. In due time she was out, though they were stuck far back. "Yeah, I guess we were just too tuckered out. My bad, I should have set a better alarm," he said as he looked around. "Wait. Why are two Princesses here?"
  5. Applejack hung on Smolder's words as she detailed just what it was that brought here after Silverstream and the dragon didn't fail, not at all. "In-Cider information?" Applejack replied with a smile, growing quickly on the edges as as she started to laugh heartily, shutting her eyes and looking down. "Hehehehehehe, that- that there is a real hoot. In-Cider!" She guffawed louder than before, taping her hooves harshly on the top of the stand before looking back up, eyes open with some tears forming, snickering and laughing. "Now, Ah-ah didn't know yer...yer so funny! In-Cider, tehehehehehee," Applejack continued to titter for a while. Smolder would do well at one of those comedy clubs Maude went to. She could at least make a joke that Applejack'd understand! As the mare reformed her facade and allowed the pun to settle deeply inside her- In-Cide her, more like!- she listened to the full request. She had homework and she needed to just wander around the Orchards and observe it. She would be lying if she didn't say she was apprehensive a little bit. Smolder was very emotional at times and she breathed fire, and trees were awfully flammable. But whatever small apprehension she had was assuaged not only by Smolder's assurances but also a firm belief that even if she did get angry or upset for some strange cause she would be mature enough to direct her anger outside of the Orchard. "Of course you can take a look 'round tha Orchard, sugarpill. If y'all need a guide Ah can make Apple Bloom do it," she said leaning in, "she looks a mite laxy over there, don'tcha think?" she winked. And then, when she had discreetly collected the bits and was still leaning in, she reached out ad grabbed Smolder and pulled her close. She planted a big, wet kiss right on the forehead! And talk about warm. Were all dragons this warm? Her forehead reminded Applejack of a very sickly pony with the heat except hotter. Talk about hot stuff! *Smolder* Kissed 1-10 11-20 21-30 31-40 41-50 51-60 61-70 71-80 81-90
  6. Get some cider!

    1. Show previous comments  1 more
    2. SteelEagle


      The cider is non-alcoholic, silly. That's why little ones get it too!

    3. Ciraxis


      Well then.....!

    4. PrinceBlueblood


      Double-dips his mug!

  7. The shower was needed. For everything else that had happened one certainty was that the days of sweat and being bedridden had made her smell something far less than she looked. The royal bathrooms were suitable for their title and the water became hot almost immediately. She allowed the water to run over her fo a little bit, waves of rivulet streams of piercing jets reddening her peach skin before she went to work. Lotions, washes, shampoos and conditioners. She scrubbed herself thoroughly. First to help ensure she was clean, and second because it was the first thing she could do without somecreature observing her. She was numb for at least part of it, her mind reeling with ceaseless inputs of new information and new realizations. It took what felt like a full hour for her to exit the shower, towels covering her mane and her barrel as she left the shower. She walked over to the laundry basket in the room, which was overfilled with sheets and blankets. Her nose wrinkled- now that smell was grody- as she touched the towels to toss it. But then she stopped, feeling the horn. She licked her lips. "Hmmmm..." she wondered if...her horn lit up. The towels lifted off, went a few feet, then dropped. She picked it up again and the towels went flying into the ceiling. Then it rolled against the ceiling next to a wall., and they dropped down towards the basket and hit a dresser, knocking over some knicks and knacks on it. The towels then swept along the top and she tried to drop it into the basket. Instead the towels went skidding on the ground. She let out a frustrated sigh. "Now come on! Stop being so totally unfair!" She said to her horn, wishing there was an easy button to the damn thing. After some time she trotted out of the room with haste, the towels located somewhere halfway under the bed. If Twilight was going to give Moonlight a horn ad not educate her with proper levitation techniques then she could deal with the effect of a ten minute fight with capability involving one frustrated filly and a pair of wet towels. The victim? An entire room in the castle. She made her way quickly out of the castle- avoiding Spike and the Princess in the process, desperate as she was to not have a wonderful doom hanging over her head- and soon she was into Ponyville. The sunlight attacked her darkness-adapted eyes as she processed where the boutique was from her. Aside from Sweet Apple Acres it was the place she was most familiar with and the route came through quickly even in her addled mind. Most importantly, she knew what routes to avoid on this sunny day. She didn't want to attract too much attention though considering her tremendous beauty how could she not? Truthfully, she just didn't want ponies to ask who the new filly was. She knew the answer and didn't mind saying it, which scared an ever shrinking part of herself. Mind resolved, she double-timed it to the Boutique. ---- Carousel Boutique Ten Minutes Later KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
  8. For all the bells and whistles that creatures attached to parenthood, Gallus believed it came down to making sure the kid was healthy, safe, and engaged. He knew he could keep the foal safe. He was faster and smarter and had good reaction skills, and he had a grasp on what was good to put in your mouth and what was not. he also was pretty good at being engaging most of the time, though he also wasn't sure if the same stuff that engaged him would engage Zap Fapple. Knowing was half the battle- or maybe just assuming, maybe it was just assuming that was half the battle. The other half was doing. He wasn't so sure about the doing. He was a little tired and worried and he didn't know whether or not this good was well-behaved or a troublemaker. Both had some cool benefits. He could get more work done if he was well-behaved but troublemakers could be kind of fun on their own. They also liked more gnarly stories so he had more options. Either way it was a moot point. He could do it. He would do it. Ponies would walk around from this moment on and say that he was pretty rocking when it came to looking after their foals. The best. The best at everything, remember it! "Hey there, teach," Gallus said a he shook Rainbow Dash's hoof before stepping inside. "Wow, you have one amazing house. Did you make this yourself with cloud manipulation or did you just buy it?" Gallus asked, the question burning through any defense he may have had. He then stopped and bent down to inspect the little Zap foal. He was pretty cute in all honesty though he'd never admit it in front of Silverstream. Not as colorful as he imagined. Applejack was a fairly popping orange and Rainbow was...well, the name said it all. Whatever. What was in a color, or a name for that matter? "Hey there little guy. I'm Gallus. Nice to meet you!" He said, offering a talon for a shake.
  9. Rara smiled. Yeah, her place was nice. She owned seven different properties. No, scratch that. She had owned seven properties. When she split with Svengallop she let four of them go under the advice of her new business manager. The leases for those locations were half-owned by Svengallop and she didn't want a nasty fight in the tabloids as she was revamping her on-stage persona. Now she owned the suite in Manehattan, this ranch house and a small vacation home near Vanhoover. "Oh, quite big. We'll have plenty of space to work and roam. I even have a garden that I am simply no good at maintaining," she said with a chuckle. "I think I overwatered them for the first few months. I'm getting better though. Can't say I know how to satisfy a dragon without cracking a few gems!" She said with a shake of her head, though the smile never dimmed. It remained even as she contemplated the answer to Applejack's question. It boiled down to Rara detailing just why she had dragged Applejack away from her home. It was positioned with as much reasoned evenness as Applejack could muster, but it was tied to an earlier comment nonetheless. She didn't want to leave home and sh wanted to know why, again, she was asked to do so and was compelled. "Well...fact is, ever since you saved me from the path Svengallop had lain for me and I dutifully followed, I've wanted to expand my musical tastes and what I can do. I love trying new things and just as much as trying them, I like to excel at them. For an upcoming tour I wanted to try to add a new genre to my shows and see just what I can do," Coloratura responded honestly as they approached the ranch house. It was peaceful and serene and it filled her with a particular need that she knew was unfulfilled. "I've always found there to be a certain...honesty in country music. A mare and her guitar telling tales from the heart, spinning parables from experience, speaking from the land itself and the ponies who call it home. I can recognize all this but I've never played a guitar, I've never written from that mindset before. SO I was hoping with your help I can learn new instrumentation- guitar, fiddle, however and whatever- and dig deep into the lyrical structure and meaning of the genre." "I could have done that with others, but I know somepony who is highly talented and who deserves to have that talent recognized and rewarded by the masses. And so I figured that Apple Chord may not only teach me the arts of country music, but help me make a new album and join me on a small tour," she ended as they trotted up the stairs of her ranch house, the musical mare throwing open the doors and tossing a look back to her friend, keeping one door open all the while. "It'll be emotionally rewarding, not to mention financially exciting. At least that is the plan," she winked, "now come inside. Let's get you settled.
  10. Rarity tittered a bit when Applejack gave her a kiss. It was hard not to! It was also hard not to notice the dreary nature of her mare this morning. Unwashed and unkempt may suit Applejack back when she was at Sweet Apple Acres but it would certainly not behoove her to attempt to normalize such barbarism in the company of so many well-to do ponies. Especially the well-to-do pony she was kissing! As Applejack kissed her Rarity levitated a brush and started to brush Applejack's tail. "A breath with you is one never wasted, dear," she replied jovially as she turned to head back out with Applejack. The wind would soon play havoc with any desire of hers to corral Applejack's messy mane situation but she didn't stop trying absentmindedly, brushing the tail over and over again as they enjoyed the deck again. "Take it from a mare who once flew with the pegasi...it definitely has its advantages," she laughed lightly, "but also many disadvantages. Could you even imagine having to wash wings? They get dirty so easily and you have to be so delicate. Remember the first few weeks after Twilight got her wings? Poor mare had a certain...err, aroma about her wings. Rainbow called it...oh I don't remember. It was rather vulgar and descriptive," she laid her head on Applejack's strong, broad shoulders. "I'm content with my hooves on the ground, an adventure waiting for me right here." She could hear Applejack's stomach rumble a moment later and pulled back. Less because it was uncouth though it was and more because she knew that she needed to feed this mare sooner rather than later. "It certainly is time for lunch, but do something abut your mane and tail. You must look presentable if you're going to be seen in this splendid airship outside of our tiny little suite," she replied with a knowing tap of the brush on the base of Applejack's tail before she trotted back inside. She may be dating a farm mare but she was going to ensure that the other passengers saw Applejack the way Rarity did: Radiant.
  11. Posts tonight before bed. Today has been rough!

  12. Twilight frowned. Sunset was always a little reticent to discuss her hometown and didn't have good memories of it, but this reaction was a little less than she had hoped. Was the memory of Hope Hollow so awful for Sunset? It didn't sit right with Twilight. It didn't hit her heart well. Such gaps and such damage needed to be filled somehow, some way. You couldn't be whole if you didn't make peace with your past, the demons that scarred you, because a piece of you sat in the prison of angels of a lesser grandeur. She opened her mouth to speak when Sunset made her move, giving Twilight a chaste kiss on her forehead, adjacent to a horn which felt itself burn up in a manner of excitement. Multiple manners of excitement for the mare, but she wouldn't let it show too much aside from the faintest glimmer of a blush flashing on her features briefly, leaving little but the aftermarks of a shimmer on Sparkle's face. It was enough to give he pause, but Sunset's attitude still needed to be bolstered. She was not deserving of being in this pit she dug for herself. Twilight trotted next to Sunset after a few moments, missing her depressed sigh. "Hey. Hey!" She pulled Sunset gently up by her chin until they were looking eye to eye. "Don't ever say that about yourself, Sunset. I know one thing: Nocreature that has met you for a moment will ever forget you. How could they? You're a very special mare, even when you're woman," Twilight said before she gave her friend a deep and powerful hug, pulling her up off the ground with its intensity after a few moments. She would not allow Sunset to fictionalize her own self-worth and respectability so she could get away with giving in to her self-doubt. She was worthy of so much more than she gave her credit for. "Hopefully I'm not interruptin' anything?" Came a drawling voice, that of Mage Meadowbrook as she approached. "Princess Twi-light Sparkle, so good ta see you! And who is this friend of yours?"
  13. I was waiting to see your cutie mark section get filled out, since the picture doesn't show up. Also, "With it she could 'shapeshift' like a Changeling could". This would be better if it were removed, since she isn't a changeling and it doesn't seem to add much to the character. I'd also go more into what is and is not allowable under psycho, since the RP is PG/PG-13. Are we talking more nuisance/petty responses or something more? Once we can see the Cutie Mark or get a description and the above is changed or adapted better we can stamp this.
  14. Another one of her students! Smolder was one of her better ones, Applejack thought warmly to herself. Partly this was because dragons didn't have much need to hide anything from anycreature. They were often the alpha of wherever they were, so no reason to hold back on who you were or what you thought! Smolder in particular was a beacon she liked to point to for the others. If they could all be as honest as Smolder, she reckoned all of Equestria would be great! "Howdy there Smolder! Fancy seein' you here. Ah thought Silverstream was gettin' apples for tha whole lot of ya but...well, Ah understand tha need ta have apples all yer own. Ah keep a bushel in mah bedroom for just that reason!" She leaned in and winked. Of course it wasn't Honeycrisp, not that she'd ever reveal the variety she kept so close to her. For now, work! "Hoenycrisp it is. Glad you've been payin' attention in mah class!" Applejack tittered, pleased as punch to see that her long dissertation on apple varietieies and how they all said something important about you take hold as she went to work gathering her bushel up. The Honeycrisp was all sweet and little acid and was instantly refreshing. It had a nice crunch but wth its soft skin it was nothing like a Golden Delicious. A Honeycrisp was an apple for a a creature that wanted the good things in life right then, right there, and didn't want it to be complicated by new aromas or taste profiles. It was an uncomplicated apple for a uncomplicated consumer, best enjoyed in the lovely Equestrian sun. Just like Smolder. She wasn't complicated or strange. She was direct, she was sweet, she was exactly who you wanted to meet on a sunny day in Equestria. "Ya know, Honeycrisp is Spike's favorite apple variety too. Ah wonder if there's a relation between dragons and likin' Honeycrisp?" Applejack asked rhetorically as she finished and hauled the bushel up onto the counter. It was a nice day for a nice apple, wasn't it? "Alright, that there is a bushel of Honeycrisps for ya, sugarcube. Time for payment and then you get yerself this here bushel and a smooch!" She ended with a wink, hoping it wouldn't start as awkward as it had with Silverstream. Apple Bloom'd be less likely to ambush somecreature who could breathe fire, after all. *Smolder* Kissed 1-10 11-20 21-30 31-40 41-50 51-60 61-70 71-80 81-90
  15. When Valen Moonlight was first picked up by Twilight's powerful magic, she felt a surge of hope. Hope that something would happen to reverse this mindset she was in, to bring her back to normal. If anypony in Equestria could help her, if anypony in the world could help Valen Moonlight, it was Princess Twilight Sparkle. And she was the one who caused it, so it only felt right on top of it all. But then Moonlight Valen felt something strange just as Twilight got up. She couldn't move! She could breathe, but she couldn't look away or even just turn. And then she felt her mind kind of turn into goo as Twilight spoke, a sponge more like it, taking everything in. She wanted to protest but she couldn't physically and even if she couldn't, such thoughts vanished. After all, it wasn't like anything Twilight said was wrong. "Look at you. You're perfect.. You've got so much potential right now. The looks," Twilight wasn't wrong, after all. It was said that everypony was special in their own way and as she rotated in the magic to look at herself in the mirror, she had to admit that she was beyond beautiful. She was a heartbreaker without intending it. Her modeling career would be easy and she could do so much more than before! "the voice," It was hard to admit, but there was a certain pep and energy to her voice now that was absent before. She felt she had to struggle at times so ponies didn't think she was dumb, but maybe the struggle was worth it. Be herself, be unique, be smart, but sound totally bitchin'. "the talent." Well, duh. Of course she was talented. She was an expert in the philosophy of fashion, on the catwalk, and frankly as an actress. After all, she had played Valen for so long, hadn't she? Or- no, Lilly. But really did it matter? She could do so much now. She could feel closer to finding herself a cutie mark now than she had ever been. "You just need to accept that this is you. Moonlight Glitter." Well, Moonlight wasn't sure how easy that would be, but she was certainly naming off a lot of positives. "A unicorn model, The idea of being a unicorn wasn't...the worst thing ever. Magic was cool, right? "soon to be the most popular student at the Friendship School. All the world in front of you." Friendship was magic and friendship was what mattered in Equestria, right? Moonlight was always a friendly sort and she had to admit that the confidence and form she had now would only make it easier. Such possibility- the world was indeed in front of her. Right? It felt like it. It wasn't always easy but that was okay. "I only want what's best for you so you need to know you won't be changed back. Take the chance I've given you Moonlight! It's the chance of a perfect life!" Moonlight was Moonlight now. No going back, even if she wanted to go back, even if she was uncomfortable or scared or excited or happy. She had to reorient herself around the fact that this was her life now. Valen was gone, the colt was gone, never to return. She had to learn to accept this one way or another- and who knows, maybe it would be perfect. "forget you were changed, this is who you are, who you are, who you are..." In time, she was let down and landed with a soft thump on her rear. She was silent for a few moments as she allowed the waves of reality, beautiful and awful as it was, to settle. She gulped. It felt foreign but it also felt great, and she figured that she could work with that in time. "I..." she stopped, then shook her head. "So, like, I feel really...like, naked, and barf me out and stuff.."
  16. Applejack's voice and lack of enthusiasm told the tale of her heart more clearly than any passionate discussion could ever hope to reveal. She was still reticent, concerned, conflicted. Who could blame her? It was so easy for Coloratura to move about and leave things behind. Her eyes were always affixed to the sunny glow of the horizon and the possibilities that danced ever so slightly out of reach, attainable through her hard work and talent. Applejack however was a mare of the present. She could look down at her dirty hooves, feel the sweat falling off her brow, an ear twitching at the sound of her family's laugh. She didn't need to gaze into the future to be filled with the warmth of the possibilities out there when she was already brimming with the positivity of the present. Of course that also meant that Applejack's eyes were bent down and she didn't didn't see beyond the immediate. Rara was hoping to open her oldest friend's eyes the way she had helped open up the pop star's when she needed it most. Applejack had helped Rara see who she was on the inside and gain the confidence to flaunt it for the world to see. Applejack didn't need to flaunt anything as far as Rara was concerned but she did think Applejack deserved a taste of what her talents had to offer. Rara may not have been the picture perfect pony in all the ways that Applejack deserved but she couldn't have been a better fit for this job. Applejack was reticent and so was Rara for a lot of reasons, but none of them had to do with concerns about whether or not this would turn out well for Applejack. Of that Rara had nothing but confidence. The suitcase was certainly not light but once she had it on her back she was fine. She might have been a prim and proper pop pony but she was a still mustang at heart. She kept her spirits up as she replied to Applejack. "You'll have your own bedroom. A choice, actually. The Ranch has one bedroom in the third floor, two on the second floor, and two on the bottom floor. Everypony else is just getting settled in so you should be able to have the pick of the litter," she said with a smile, forgot to answer the last question, and jumped to it. "Oh! No, yes. I'm not here by myself, haha. I have a new aide- Azure Velour, a real sweet mare from Manehattan. She'll be staying there as well. I also have Mister and Missus Percussion, a married couple who work as studio techs. The ranch house has a recording studio in it and they help with the production. Others'll come when I need them- or when we need them. I come here to the Ranch to work on new material in private." She motioned around them. "Not many permanent settlements in this land. Mustangs like to be mobile, live wild. Especially here. I won't be disturbed here and there isn't enough infrastructure to allow papparazzi or a collection of fans to stay here too long. Plus I bought the property under a different name," she said as a small herd galloped past them, several of the members nodding her way. She returned the smile. "I'd wager a number of them, maybe most, know who I am. They aren't liable to tell anypony though," she said with a contented sigh as they the environs of the station vanished behind them. "You seem really nervous, Applejack. Are you sure you're up for this?"
  17. "Sounds good ta me, Applejack. Ah'll get right ta work!" Apple Bloom replied as her older sister gave her the prospective marching orders. She was just happy to he,p the family any way she could so she trotted her way to where they kept the rotten apples and the badly bruised ones and went to work. The pigs had themselves a rather tasty pig feed that would go into their trough with lots of fruits ad veggies but mostly apples and more apples. Lucky pigs! It was hard work over the course of several hours that night but she had the energy for it. She had a hearty dinner, shared some laughs about the day, and went t bed with visions of the day's following work dancing through her head gainfully. The first day had been a big success. The second day was bound to be an even bigger success, right? It stood to reason. Apple Bloom almost had trouble sleeping because she was just so excited to see all the happy faces in the morning! Boy howdy did she wish she saw more happy faces in the morning. They normally had three treadmills which they used to get the cider milled for the next day. One treadmill needed repair and they had ordered parts but it hadn't arrived in time. That was a bad time but two treadmills were more than enough to satisfy a daily quota. But as Apple Bloom had slept- she'd turned in early on account of being all tuckered out- something had happened to another treadmill. It was broken and needed some rather big repair work done. Parts and a labor, the whole shebang. That meant they had much less today. It had been a nervous sort of glum behind the scenes, but she'd worked alongside Applejack long enough to know not to allow that to seep into her sales-face today. So here she was wearing a smile, cups and cider barrels behind her ready. They had arranged them in a way so it didn't look as bad as it was, like they had enough. But it wouldn't last long. She wasn't gonna fill the cups up to overfilling like she was yesterday. That should get a few more mugs out there. And with a wink from her sister it began, the rush starting up in a hurry. And as the rush started, so did Apple Bloom. Apple Bloom moved like a mare on fire, taking bits and pumping cider as fast as she could. Two bits, mug. Two bits mug. Two bits mug. “Y'all have a nice one!” Two bits, mug. “Well, it's always a good day for a drink! Remember ta use it if you come back or return it!” Two bits, mug. Two bits, mug. “Drink up fast, I see you can't wait for it!” Two bits, mug. Two bits, mug. Apple Bloom tried to have a quick talk with everypony but there was so many. “Have a good'n Filthy-” “Say hi ta Sugar fo-” “What a charm-” Two bits, mug. Two bits, mug. Eventually she heard somepony actually bother to ask instead of just crowd her. She turned and saw a face she'd never seen before- and a Crystal face at that. Why, it was one of 'em Crystal ponies! You didn't see them all that commonly in these parts and she thought they were awfully pretty. Their coats shimmered in the sunlight in an awfully pretty way, and she was gonna make sure that these awfully fetching pony fetched a fair mug of the best cider in Equestria for a fair price. She made the mug and flitted across the table to Kay Dreamer, smiling all the way. "Ain't seen yer face 'round these parts before! You look like a Crystal Pony. Whatcjher name?" She squeaked excitedly, washing the counter briefly after a customer had dropped Gallus woke up on the ground again, his bedroll as a pillow, even with Silverstream's bright pink tent pitched alongside him. She had gathered her tent and met him back here and they made a firm commitment to this whole concept of being really early. Some marshmallows were roasted, topics were strung along, and a good time was had. He had eventually decided to just stare up at the stars and wait for sleep to claim him while she did...something in her tent. After a while she had offered him a place inside the tent. He had quickly rejected it- it was too small, he didn't like small spaces- and then tried to laugh it off. He thought he was a little quick on the draw and he didn't know why and he also didn't know if Silverstream fully accepted it. All he knew is he had a hard time sleeping and woke up when somepony or creature stomped on his outstretched tail. "Yoowww!" He bellowed as he flew up, clutching his tail. "Hey, watch-" he started to yell before noticing what time it was. He was late! And the stallion who stepped on his tail was now in front of him as the line disintegrated. He zoomed to Silverstream's tent, fussing with the zippers like in most bad teen romcom projector pictures and stuck his head in. "Get up! We're only like five feet away yet we're somehow late!" @KayDreamer
  18. Terramar seemed like a good guy. Well, Gallus wasn't a good judge of what was good and what was bad in all honesty. He once thought that older kitten with the eye-patch was a good sort and found himself nearly sold to the Razorclaws so maybe his opinion counted for little. But he did know Silverstream and he didn't think any fish-bird that shared a bone with her could be all that bad. He did seem a bit goofy. Or nervous. Or was that Gallus? It was probably Gallus. Something about being underwater...yeah that was it. That was definitely it. He asked Gallus what they had done and the Seagriffon was about to respond in his best downplaying method when somecreature with more energy than a split atom zipped on back into his line of sight and shut him up in more ways than one. When it was listed all together like that he had to admit it sounded like a lot fir a single day but it was all true. Even with the change in species you couldn't keep an energetic seapony or her more sardonic seagriffon friend down for long. All he could really add though were qualifiers. "Not sure I'd say the transformation was fun, but...once I got used to it-" which implied he had but no reason to bring the mood down, "-it turned out to not be so bad. The tail's kind of cool, I guess. Shell stringing was harder than I'd like to admit but it was totally worth it. And then-" she stuttered and that threw him. "Dancing, we did some...we danced a little. And now we're here. Very exciting stuff," he ended sarcastically, though it was more surface level than anything. Something made it a little too hard to be too sarcastic about it and not even Gallus had the energy to win every battle he fought with himself. Silverstream said something about the flow. What was the flow, and why was he being asked to go along with it? "What's the flow? Wait! Let me guess. Its...an ocean current that makes you go fast? Did I get it?" Gallus asked, halfway confident in his answer. It'd make sense after all considering that it would be hard to just swim everywhere. Griffons, Pegasi, and Hippogriffs flew using air currents a lot of the time so why wouldn't the flippers under the waves act like the flappers above?
  19. It took a moment or two for Silverstream, who had been knocked flat on her rear by the intensity of the Apple kiss, to come back down to earth. And when she did? Yep, she had enjoyed it. Of course she would. Applejack couldn't imagine a creature that would enjoy the affection of it more once she got over the shyness of her own personal shield. And thee she was, giggling and blushing and asking questions. Applejack smiled herself as she responded. "Oh, not everypony. A try ta make every one of these here kissin' experiences unique an Ah reckoned you'd like a bit of excitement with yer kissin'," she said with a laugh as she tilted her hat back up, the subject moving to her apples. "You can take yer apples now. As for workin', Ah'm thinking Ah could make use of you next Saturday. Ah'll tell ya more on that Friday, but plan on some good ol' fashion physical labor down here. Until then, make sure you and yer friends enjoy some nice, tasty apples. Have a good'n Silverstream!" Applejack waved off, happy to interact with any of her students but especially those who showed such a sincere and earnest fellowship with her students that it made all the work they put in as teachers at the school feel worthwhile. She took the next few moments to take stock of her stock- still healthy enough for the rest of the day. She figured she had maybe twenty-five bushels left. That would see her through. She looked up and smiled. "Next!" *Smolder* Kissed 1-10 11-20 21-30 31-40 41-50 51-60 61-70 71-80 81-90
  20. Heart Stopper stood at the landing of the airship harbor, dressed in a purple feathered coat which trailed behind her. Her servants- today, a rather eager and adorable pair of former guardsponies who she trotted out every once in a while when she wanted to prove how malleable the concept of significant others was even amongst the so-called devoutly married- held the trailing end off the ground, while another held aloft her banner. It was only good and proper that this 'magic guild' be greeted by their gracious host, after all, and that they do not suffer the indignity of falling into disrepute by colluding with the general filth that pervaded the streets outside her home. After all, they deserved only the best and Heart Island was the best of the best, just ask the mare who made it run like a well-oiled machine. From the landing the guild could see that the marble and stone construction of the buildings that made up the island had a certain romantic aesthetic to it that could be found lacking in other places. There was a constant waft of oils and candles in the breeze, a hustle and bustle and a delirious assortment of sounds. The city streets were wonderfully well-kept, and through such great use of labor too! Just get a few ponies in debt to devote their free time to cleaning up the streets as a way of paying off debt. That or ship then off to the mines, either way benefited it Kastrot. And more importantly, it benefited her family. The streets were clear for business, the heavy bustle down narrow avenues of commerce. It lacked the width of Equestrian cities. But that was really on account of the size of population and space they had. Heart Stopper was an exceptionally busy mare. Running her little games between the competing noble families, arranging and destroying marriages as it suited her chess game, sweeping away affairs as readily as she concocted them as her fancy flew. The Heart family lacked the financial, military, or mineral weight behind their claims like other families did yet they held a very special set of keys that kept the rest of the noble families chained up. The Heart family did not misuse their position granted to them by bedroom diplomacy and held their cards close to the chest. All this meant was that when the time came for them to make a move they had won before the other families knew there was a game to be played. Not a bad way to play the game, even if Heart Stopper racked up her own prizes in other ways. Stallions and mares, the sensual and the shy, the stray bit of mane curled just so and the flirtatious half-second look shared between potential lovers. These were just some of the tools of her trade, though they were beyond legion and only ever grew in their immensity. Indeed, as the Magistrate of Love and the pony who controlled every single relationship on the island (you weren't even allowed to go on a date without her permission), she had seen every type of relationship. And she had pried, too. She devoured every last bit of information up. When it came to matters of the heart, ponies revealed their true selves. An assassin can be defended against, an accusation debated, a strike averted. But the heart? The heart was everypony's weak spot, and so she exploited it for power, for profit, for pleasure. Oh, how she exploited it for the pleasure. There were the carnal delights she arranged for herself of course, in every shape and color possible, in every way and theme imaginable, but more than that she enjoyed the sheer thrill of power. Watching rivals pledge themselves to her service and watching how easily she could change the lifestyle of a stallion who had thought to wrong her? Of course there were more immediate delights but what really allowed for her to sleep better at night was the knowledge that she was just that much better than the rabid hordes that deigned to think themselves worthy of her presence. Alas, she wasn't perfect. Not yet anyway. Of course her body was a chiseled work of art, every graceful move, muscle fiber, piece of cloth, batting of her eyelashes, and scent of perfume was designed to shatter the wills of those who beheld her. She had a sharp mind and a wicked intellect and a strong grasp of governance and the means of power. But she lacked knowledge of one specific area, an important one, and one that she was rapidly running into a wall regarding during her continued pursuit of power. Magic. She was not the best when it came to magic and wasn't even in mastery of her familial magical tree, let alone others. It was a glaring weak spot and one she had plotted around, but could barely go without pursuing any longer. Of course while she would ike to learn how to personally become more powerful, the real goal was simply to increase her magical acumen and clout within the city. And so she had offered the Equestrian Magical Guild the opportunity to visit Kastrot on her family's vast dime. They were to discuss a loan agreement amongst other things, though in the end her goal was simply to increase her own profile and see if any of the guild members were worthy of her extra special attention. In time the airship that held the guild in its clutches arrived, the sigil of the guild held aloft alongside them by another servant. She had read the dossier and as certain ponies stepped off the airship she put on her a Cheshire smile and approached, giving a bow as she drew close. "The Magic Guild of Equestria, I presume? Welcome to Kastrot- more pointedly, welcome to Heart Island. A most sincere pleasure!" She said with little manufactured excitement. Indeed, if there were one thing that she could trust in the depths of her deception it was that she was always happy to meet those who had talent and quality. After all, she always liked adding new weapons to her arsenal, no matter what form it took.
  21. Moonlight Valen's mouth dropped, though there wasn't much honest shock behind the expression. She had figured that twilight was behind all this but never would she have dreamed how...irresponsible it felt! Casting the spell without her consent, inputting all these hopes and dreams...and they weren't even her hopes and dreams to start with! They were the hopes and dreams fastened onto her by others due to misunderstandings. Sure, one could argue that Valen Moonlight was having to question herself a lot lately on account of how others viewed her before. That was reasonable. Maybe there was something to it. Maybe she was a filly all along, and this was good! But she didn't think so. At least she thought knew that she didn't want it this suddenly. Out of the blue! What had happened while she slept? Spike left. He had been checking her out. Moonlight Valen would be lying if she said that it wasn't at least a little flattering. She knew she didn't really think of Spike that way but a nice coltfriend would be...nice. She shook her head. Now that thought, that thought was all new and she wasn't sure just how much she cared for it loved it. Twilight finished happily, which did not mirror Valen Moonlight's mood at all. "So, like, you totally got this all wrong Twilight!" She protested with her melodic voice. "For real, gag me with a spoon, I don't wanna be a filly. I never wanted that!" She added rapidly, desperately, getting up and off the bed as she started trotting around in worry before catching her enticingly crafted form in the mirror. It was enough to make her forget herself for a moment. "I mean, like, I'm always a fan of these totally bitchin' dresses and I'm just so totally made for the runway so I know I'm all like, perfect for this but...I never asked for it to, like, actually happen, tcha!" She wheeled back around to face Twilight, her mind racing with more problems! "And, filly, what is up with that name? No offense but, like, Moonlight Glitter? That just sounds like your name! Doy! And my horn, and this mane- add some, like, wings and some color and I'm totally just like you, right?" Moonlight said quickly, tossing her mane about (and effortlessly striking a pose with her top half in the process), her mind launching accusatory bolts at her Princess. Momentarily spent she sat down on all fours. "I'm not a filly. So, like, totally not a filly at all!" She sighed. She couldn't even convince herself fully. "Everypony else says so, though, so, like...whatever I guess. Maybe I'm just totally dumb, but this feels super bogus, filly," Moonlight said as she stood up defiantly. "But whatever! You're going to, like, take a red and change me back right this instant!"
  22. Rarity took a deep breath of the high altitude air. It was truly special to be able to enjoy it the way a pegasus would, the purity and freshness of it standing in stark contrast to the muddied air down below. Well, muddied was unlikely to apply to a small town like Ponyville as it would to a metropolis like Manehattan but once you experienced the purity and ease of the air this far up it was hard to hold the same neutral opinion ever again. She could perhaps allow that the airship wasn't as pure as just flying across teh sky but she wasn't about to snub her nose at the sheer luxury being proffered, especially considering who was doing it. This airship trip was not planned by Rarity. Indeed, if anything, this was perhaps a slightly slower way of getting to Seaddle for the opening of her new shop and a meeting of the Equestrian Guild of the Arts in order to promote the creation of a new fashion museum in Canterlot. She was going tp donate a portion of her more famous works to it and was holding fundraisers to help promote the idea. The Seaddle Benefit was one of the most important since the Seaddle membership were growing more and more influential, and getting them to go along with it would go a long way to seeing it come to pass. Not to mention another store! Ahhh, it was always wonderful to see your business thrive. Almost as wonderful as seeing your personal life follow suit. It had been some time since Applejack and Rarity had come to terms with their feelings and embraced them, and each other, in a very public manner during a rodeo in Appleoosa. It had been a whirlwind since then. Their friends weren't shocked. Indeed, a few knew and she was very upset at them for allowing both mares to struggle so mightily without the other. Regardless of her little tiffs with their friends it had been a very exciting time for the pair. They had explored what their love meant in a very supportive environment and it had been almost perfect. Almost because at times she was still unsure of herself, still unsure if she was making the best decision for the both of them. She still wasn't sure if it would work but she was sure that together they would find out, one way or another. When she had announced her trip to Seaddle, it had been Applejack who had been suspiciously quick to suggest an airship ride, suspiciously quick to get tickets, and suspiciously quick to get the time off from the farm she needed to travel with Rarity while she did her work. They even left three days earlier than she had planned for it. Indeed Rarity suspected that it was all part of a ploy to get the fashionista alone, the brute, but she was helpless to Applejack's charms anyway. And so here they were on an airship, Rarity enjoying the balcony of their private suite before prancing back in. "Have you taken a deep breath of the air outside, dear? I mean a real deep breath. How divine it is!" She said to her fillyfriend, assuming she was in their main room. It was an excellent suite. A small bedroom and a small main sitting room with an equally small bathroom may not have truly tickled either of them on the ground but it was an excellent little suite on an airship for a lone couple traveling without dependents. It would be enough for the pair or so she hoped!
  23. Rainbow was happy to sit down and eat. She was happier still to be able to get herself a glass of wine, a jug of wine, the entire wine room if it meant calming down her nerves which played havoc with her. The normally clean and precise wingwork that she was known for was slowly vanishing under her rising stress. When she was younger, just a few years ago even, she crashed all the time. Into open windows, doors, trees, the ground, if a pegasus could crash onto or through something you could count on the daredevil in blue to do so. She had hurt herself many times while becoming the best precision flyer and acrobatic in all of Equestria and she hadn't really crashed a lot since then. But right now? Right now she felt like that energetic, overeager filly she used to be. She was happy that she was sitting down because she was certain that if she flew around she'd make a fool of herself. And she was already sure that they were both making fools of themselves and the foolishness needed to stop somewhere at some point. At least that was the idea. A bowl of shakshouka in front of her, Rainbow allowed herself the sweet relief of some good food. A spoonful later and she realized that...it wasn't half bad. Not the best either but good enough for panic work like they were doing. "This is good. Reminds me of what I ate as a filly," she said as she ate greedily. "My mom would go crazy trying to perfect this and then dad would tease her and say something tasted off. Then she'd bend down all worried and ask what and then he'd kiss her and say now it was perfect," she laughed, "Ahhh, my dad is a dork. How are your wings feeling? Any stiffening yet?" She asked, still keeping the focus on her friend's previous activity. She didn't think that Twi would but pegasi who didn't get proper exercise could experience a lot of wing pain after an extended flight session. She had been busy enough to ignore it but as they sat down to eat and drink, Rainbow wasn't confident that this would remain true.
  24. Welcome to Canterlot, Kay! I hope you enjoy you time here. If you have any questions feel free to ask. Dreamer looks like a cutie!
  25. Post in Horse Feathers tonight/tomorrow

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