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Fluttermac and Sparity.  
That’s why.

unforutnaly that’s pretty much all I gots other then Rarity being tied to a rape board and the dragon (Spike) showing up, plowing her and it ends with him flying back to his cave with his new ‘wife’ for her to meet the others…

@Shadow Star  
so like King Kong. Sounds kewl

RariMac.
 
I dont really know how this ship just died for no reason.
 
Know any good stories with this ship?

@Shadow Star
 
I’d read it.

as a young seamstress named Rarity is to discover the tiny town of Ponyville holds a dark secret.
 
it is protected by a large dragon,but he does not do so for free.
 
every five years, a mare is chosen and sacrificed to appease the dragon.
 
Bing young, single, known for her stunning beauty (and a virgin) Rarity is selected to be this year’s sacrifice.
 
She will become  
The Dragons Bride.

Splunge?

I’m doing a Godzilla/MLP Kilalaverse crossover involving a mirror portal, how would you describe the sound of someone/pony going in and out of it?

On recent news, the author apologizes for the lack of restraint displayed on the two chapters that have been written so far! They are at least 12k words each, and a shorter one, guaranteed this time, is underway.

@Silent_Witness  
Reminds me of how I tried to figure out the top speed of one of the vehicles in C:KND, since in the movie it’s making a massive arc around the world and to the Moonbase in like a few minutes on screen and with the fastest real world vehicle being not anywhere close to that speed, that means the KND have enough energy capacity to oh dear i’ve gone cross-eyed
 
At a certain point I have to tell myself that the writers either can’t do math or have more important things to worry about while doing their actual job, whereas we fans can analyze and plan out distances and velocities to our hearts content for our fanworks. Personally, I imagine Equestria being around the size of the US, with the CE as Canada, just to facilitate the transition between the poniverse and the EqG-verse (with transportation inconsistencies resolved with a bit of magic). But really, size out Equestria in whatever way feels right to you.

For some time, I’ve been writing a story (set in the Equestria Girls world) where the Mane cast travels across Equestria, and in certain places, go outside of its borders.
 
Now, we haven’t seen very much of a Equestria Girls’ Equestria, but assuming that it’s at least similar in both size and geography to the normal Equestria, and based on what we’ve seen in the show, I have to conclude that the geographic area Equestria occupies is actually fairly small. For example, Spike is able to travel from Ponyville to the Crystal Empire and back in less than a day by train. We don’t know how long it takes for the cast to reach any other location by train, but there’s nothing to indicate it takes a very long time.
 
Granted, magic does play a fairly sizable role in transportation for the normal Equestria, and we know next to nothing about how far away locations are relative to one another. The official map of Equestria is evocative of a map of the US, but they so what we see in the show, it clearly can’t be the same size.
 
This isn’t a very critical issue, but it is something I’ve started to put a lot of thought into, so I was curious about what other people thought of it.

Cute.

aw, babbies

This is for Chinigan O’ Donovan, who requested something like it on jankrys00’s  
 
and for jankrys00, who draws the most adorable Dazzlings!
 
I’ll post this before I have third thoughts. It’s not very good, but I hope you enjoy it!
 
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The girls had left a while ago. Vinyl’s car was gone. Sunset remained, her legs slung through the dry grass near where it happened, leaning back on her arms. The stage was empty. The seats were long vacant. Trash remained everywhere.
 
Pony to person to she-demon to outcast to one of the good guys. It was almost too much, and Sunset took a shaky breath, her thoughts dropping away to the soft wind rustling her hair before her stomach could finish lurching.
 
Then, movement! Someone had returned to the stage, and by the long high ponytail and bare teal shoulders, it was one of the siren girls. Sonata Dusk?! Didn’t they run away? What’s she doing? Why didn’t I go with the girls? The defeated siren stood, as though to deliver an encore nobody asked for, and dropped to her knees, her ponytail swinging to her front, like she’d been stabbed through her back. What do I do? Sunset was on her feet now, crouched down and cautious.
 
But part of Sunset already knew. She blinked, and she was back at the bottom of a deep dirty hole, beaten and quivering, a blurry purple hand slowly coming into focus over the thrum of her heart. It was Twilight’s hand, just as bruised as her own.
 
You’re the bruised purple hand now, echoed Twilight’s voice through Sunset’s head, snapping her back to the present. Sunset began to make her way to the stage, picking her way through soft drink cups and snack wrappers.
 
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There was Sonata, breathlessly still, her teal knees bruising against the roughshod stage floor, limp before her shattered gem. M– my gem… She gathered the pieces up and clutched them to her chest, where they’d hung hours ago. They poked and stung. My gem. The gooey, rotten filth they’d hurled at her dripped and rolled down her neck, mucous-slick seeds oozing over the shards, soaking into her tie. My gem…
 
“Sonata? Sonata Dusk?” Sunset called out, a little quieter than she meant to, more unsure now than ever.
 
“What do you want?” Sonata’s voice was shallow and raspy. “I can’t fight you! Just leave me alone,” she choked through a fresh jag of tears.
 
You’re the purple hand, echoed Twilight through Sunset’s ears. You’re the purple hand. “I’m not going to fight you. I want to say I’m sorry,” Sunset called out, each step toward the girl a little slower.
 
“Now you’re sorry?!” sobbed Sonata. “These were everything! Now what do I do?”
 
I’m the purple hand. Sunset got on her knees behind Sonata, leaning in and breaching the girl’s body odor, crossing her hands over Sonata’s chest, helping hold the crushed pendant to its owner. “I’m so sorry,” she breathed, her own tears beginning to flow.
 
“Go away!” Sonata thrashed from Sunset’s embrace, throwing the light-yellow girl backward, clutching the smashed jewel in her fist. “I said leave me alone! You don’t even know!” She clambered to her feet and ran, her stained costume skirt billowing behind her.
 
I… I don’t know? “Oh, yes, I absolutely do know!” Sunset sprang to her feet, her voice booming. “How do you think I feel when my own friends bring up my demon form every day? I absolutely know!” She collapsed to her knees again. “I know,” she wept, to nobody.
 
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It wasn’t difficult to find the abandoned building the Dazzlings had claimed as their own. It was nestled next to the dingy diner they’d fed from for months, now notorious for fights and broken tableware. At least this place isn’t condemned yet, thought Sunset. She contemplated giving the door a push, but hesitated for fear her hand would slide through. There was a little mailbox right next to it, propped up by a rotting board. It read “The Dazzlings” in what looked like glittery nail polish. Sunset tried the door. It creaked open. A silky voice rang out from inside. “Let’s try a note together,” it encouraged. “Ready? Do–” it sang.
 
“Do–,” another voice warbled, nasal and jarring.
 
“Great job,” said the silky voice.
 
Sunset rapped her knuckles against the door, close to the solitary hinge holding it up.
 
“Now let’s try another–” The voice went silent, replaced by the slightly nasal one. “Who is it? Aria? Dagi? Did you come back for–” Sonata burst from her room into the little hallway, only to find Sunset Shimmer standing in the front door. “I don’t wanna talk to you!” She leapt back into her room. “Go away!”
 
“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” said Sunset, stepping around discarded pieces of costumes. “I brought you something,” she offered, peering around the door frame into Sonata’s room. Sonata’s clothes were scattered about, save for the oversized Tiny Horse Friends T-shirt draped around her frame. Her knee-high pink sneakers hung limply over the foot of her bed. Her bed itself was dressed in a few blankets and a stained sheet that was probably white once.
 
“Get out!” Sonata flung the book on her lap at Sunset and retreated to her pillow, hugging her legs to her chest. The book fluttered to the toes of Sunset’s boots. Its cover read “Vocalize This! Let’s Train Our Voices for Success: Volume I”.
 
“I-I’m really sorry,” Sunset pleaded. “What were we supposed to–”
 
“You were supposed to fall under our spell, and we were gonna take all your energy! That’s what we do!_” Sonata screamed, suddenly falling silent. “That’s what we _used to do,” she said, her voice giving way.
 
Sunset closed her eyes and sighed. I am the purple hand. She wove her way around Sonata’s jacket and skirt and sneakers and sat on the bed. Sonata regarded her warily from behind her knees.
 
“I’m glad I lost, honestly, but it’s terrible,” Sunset said into the room, too uncomfortable to face Sonata. “Every day I go to school, someone is worried I’m going to turn back into a she-demon and do something horrible. Even my friends bring it up, and it still hurts. I don’t remember much from my transformation, but I remember how badly I wanted to win. I thought I was better than they were.” Great, now I’m going to cry.
 
Sonata uncurled herself a little. “You took away the only thing I was ever good at.”
 
Sunset winced. “It really helped me to do a few things I used to do that didn’t hurt anybody. I still write to my teacher and her friends. It’s strangely comforting.” She swiveled on her hips to face Sonata. “You’re obviously getting back into singing, which is great.”
 
“No, it’s not. I’m super bad at it.”
 
“Just keep at it. Oh, that reminds me!” She reached into the pocket of her leather jacket and produced a little plastic bag, fumbling its contents into her palm. “I wanted you to have something that felt like old times.”
 
“Huh?”
 
“Here, close your eyes.”
 
“I don’t wanna.”
 
“Well, okay. Can I at least put it on you?”
 
It? thought Sonata. “Uh, okay.”
 
Sunset reached for Sonata’s neck and brushed the girl’s sleek, greasy ponytail back. She let the little pendant slip from her hand as she gently clasped the chain behind Sonata. Sunset’s fingers were warm and shaky against Sonata’s cool skin. A familiar weight came to rest against Sonata’s chest.
 
“You got me… a gem,” Sonata said, her voice strangely even, despite the juicy rivulets of tears beginning their way down her cheeks.
 
“Yeah. I know I can never replace the one you had, but now your neck won’t feel naked.” Sunset gave a little smile. That sounded so bad.
 
“How come it’s blue?”
 
“Well, it’s a reminder of where your magic comes from now.”
 
Sonata tilted her head, her wet eyes wide with confusion.
 
“We make our own magic.” Sunset let her fingers rest against her chest, not even realizing she’d done it.
 
Sonata managed a weak smile, finally scooting over to Sunset and wrapping her arms around the yellow girl. She let her head rest on Sunset’s shoulder. Sunset gently leaned her head against Sonata’s. Sonata took a deep, ragged breath, and let it tremble out, relaxing into Sunset’s body. “You aren’t a very scary demon,” she said in barely a whisper.
 
Sunset closed her eyes to savor Sonata’s words. “Well, you’re still a lovely siren,” Sunset choked, her own tears landing in Sonata’s hair.
 
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Thanks again for reading!}

Why are they [NSFW]?
 
I too have a question. Know of any good AppleDash fics?

@PonyPon  
Use the EQG generals on /mlp/. They will help.
 
For the NN general I am writing a story where Norman takes Aryan Beauty (Rarity, long story) to Guardians of the Galaxy. Just a comfy story where I get my voice down.

I got the idea for a sort of greentext-style story where Anon(thinking of using a different name) is a night shift janitor in an aquarium, and just before locking up, hears soft, alluring voices from a section of the building that has yet to be opened.
 
Basically, the sirens as sea creatures interacting with a human, perhaps turning into humans at some point. No real endgame in mind, I’m just really fixated on them being sea monsters as of late.

(pre season 4 finale)
 
“You sure you’ll still have everything in order when I get back?”
 
“Sure thing, Twi!” Spike responded confidently.
 
“Alright! See you in a week, Spike!” Twilight answered as she left the library, en route for the train station.
 
It was a week she’d been excited over for quite some time. With all the hard work she’d been enduring over the past few months, it was going to be nice to spend some free time in Canterlot. She’d be able to visit all of her favorite shops and sites about the city, revisit the castle, and most importantly spend the next few nights with her family.
 
It’d been several weeks since she’d seen her parents; not once since her coronation. A very vague bounce pepped up her hoofsteps as she barely managed to contain her excitement. She was looking forward to returning to her old home, being in her old bedroom, going out for supper with her parents, and in all likelihood being greeted by her mother’s amazing chocolate chip cookies.
 
Moreover, though, was that she was just so close to them, and being with them again would satiate a gap that’d long been nagging her mind. Many would look upon it as a homesick daughter, but for Twilight…it was more.
 
“ALL ABOARD WHO’S COMIN’ ABOARD!” The conductor hollered as Twilight stepped into the passenger car, several suitcases floating in her wake.
 
The passenger car was modestly populated, and thankfully not to loud and crowded. Once seated, Twilight looked out the window with anticipation. A few minutes later her smile had stretched even further as the train started pulling forward, starting the journey back home.
 
……
 
As she stepped onto the station outside, her nostrils were filled with the crisp, clean air of Canterlot. Even though Ponyville was one of her favorite spots in the world, everything in Canterlot was so clean and pure, emanating a fresh atmosphere that not many other towns possessed.
 
Her parents weren’t at the station, per her request. She’d instead wanted to enter the house filled with her family and its warmth, as though she was returning from school. She’d almost felt like a little filly again as she headed home from the train station, passing by all the familiar homes and streets from her childhood.
 
Soon enough, she giggled with excitement as she turned the corner towards home, which was only three houses away. As she got closer, her mind was filled with all the fun activities they were going to do, all the childish memories she’d had here…
 
…and giving her parents a nice big hug.
 
She didn’t bother to knock as she floated out key from beneath a nearby rock, the door sliding open as she turned the doorknob.
 
Walking inside, she could see her parents in the living room watching TV.
 
“Hey, Dad, let’s have sex!”
 
“Okay.”
 
And then he impaled her twinkle taco with his panty pirate.
 
THE END

@Scarcity  
:D No problem!

Thank you, @PonyDancer
 
Just realized the image link no longer works, as it was merged with a higher-definition duplicate. This is what made me write that story. Here’s hoping I’m embedding this correctly.
 

I think I might have found my project for NaNoWriMo:
 
Trenderhoof writes a review for the Daring Do books, generally saying (in sort of a typical hipster-reviewer manner) that they’re “enjoyable mindless genre fiction.” However, he writes a scathing critique of Ahuizotl, who he feels is “a terrible antagonist: impossible to take seriously, incompetent, and otherwise unbelievable.”
 
Ahuizotl, being very much real and not a fictional character, takes this criticism rather personally. Initially he does this by kidnapping Trenderhoof Bond villain-style and telling him to rescind his review, but then he decides to rope Trenderhoof along as a “consultant” to his latest villainous scheme.

Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. ‘Tis I, Classy, with forthcoming news about a new fanfiction series written by Etherdrone. It is a series whose name is in the title of this posting, Convocation by Need.
 
This series, protagonized by Sunset Shimmer, were and are currently being written with the intent of being stories with no real set of continuity between each chapter. At least, with about as much continuity as MLP Season 1 ever had. As an introduction, Sunset Shimmer is approached by monsters that live in the human world after Rainbow Rocks’ Siren incident, and is asked to do certain works on their behalf. Those include solving mysteries, disabling monsters with their weaknesses and generally being an “underground detective”. The first chapter is quite long because the writer admits she got carried away with how much fun she was having writing it, but it introduces the Convocation and the concept of monsters in the human world in general.
 
With that in mind, this series is generally written with the thought that you could just jump in any chapter and read it and enjoy it for what it is, without really needing to read every single one in order to understand the chronology of events. These are a light-hearted adventure setpieces, so if you are looking for something along those lines, there it is!
 
More random updates will come here as the series go on. We are unsure on how long it’ll run, but until then, we hope you have fun reading Convocation by Need!

Raaaiiibooow….
 
Raaaaaiiinboooow…
 
I’m haunting you.