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Dinky Doo's HomecomingDinky slowly trotted down the steps after her bath, if what she'd just experienced could be called that. At this inn, a bathtub seemed to be a large metal tub usually used to hold fruit that had been filled with almost hot water. But it had been enough to get the grime out of her hair, and the light peach scent from the harvest gave her a pleasant enough scent to her hair, mane and tail.
Stretching her sore body slightly, the teen mare looked about the inn to see it had filled with some more guests. In the corner sat four griffons, their large bodies casting a shadow from the light of the setting sun as they played a round of cards. At a table next to the door, an elderly pair of pegasi sat nibbling on a salad together with a look of love for each other still shining in each other's eyes.
And by the bar, a colt no older than her sat with a lute tuning it likely in the hopes of earning a night's rest.
The older teen mare chuckled to herself, then paused in her tracks. A scent was waftin
Pony Limerick for ContestThere once was a little pony
And Pinkie Pie was so funny
With Bi-Polar Style
She Made 4chan smile
And thus all /co/ became /brony/!
El Padre de Dinky Doo ReveladoEl Padre de Dinky Doo Revelado
Traducido por NekoYasha-Raimu
"Mamá, ¿Quién es mi padre?"
Ditzy Doo hizo una pausa en la preparacion de la cena, el cuerpo de la pegaso gris se puso rigido mientras sus ojos se abrian en shock. Voltendose, miró a su hija Dinky Doo y parpadeó lentamente. Contuvo la respiración un momento, contando lentamente hasta cinco antes de soltarla. En su mente, sabía que este día llegaría, pero hubiera esperado que su potranca fuese mayor.
Ditzy Doo sabía sobre cómo los otros potrillos se burlaban de ella a causa de que su madre era "especial". Tan crueles como eran los potrillos de la edad de Dinky, eventualmente crecerían y pasaría esa etapa. Las espinas verdaderamente dolorosas venían de las yeguas y potros de la ciudad. Las miradas de espanto y los cumplidos malintencionados hacia ambas cuando salían de compras o a cenar. Los cuchicheos y las miradas punzantes. Eso les dolía mucho m&
Dinky Doo's TravelsA filly's Cuteceñera.
The one defining moment in her life. The time when all her friends and family gather around to celebrate that she found her special talent in life. The moment that she realizes what she is meant to do to help all of Equestria.
Dinky's had postponed hers for almost two years as she prepared for her journey. For most ponies, a Cuteceñera was a time that they were declared an adult by Equestrian standards. But today was also bittersweet for the young filly. Pacing nervously outside of Sugar Cube Corner while all her friends inside were having fun, the young unicorn looked to her mother as she spoke with a twinge of fear and worry in her voice. "Mom, will you be okay after this? I may be gone for a long time..."
Ditzy Doo reached out with her forehooves, grasping her daughter's face as she leaned forward. Resting her brow to her daughter's, the grey Pegasus' eyes brimmed in tears to show the sadness mingled with hope this day held for her. "My mu
A Dark Cloud Returns Chapter 1"Thank you, Twilight!" Sweetie Belle bobbed her head in thanks, the perfectly styled pink and purple mane the white unicorn moving in one fluid motion due to the product keeping it in place. "I'm sure these old books on finding a Cutie Mark will be a great addition to our clubhouse!"
Twilight Sparkle waved a hoof dismissively as she kept her nose buried in a book, the purple unicorn's horn glowing to take notes. "That's fine. You're helping me out by also taking that box of old bottles and vases from Canterlot!" Looking up, the elder unicorn smiled as politely as she could. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some very important research to finish up here for Princess Celestia on the effects of migration patterns on the flora of the Everfree Forest!"
The younger white unicorn swallowed hard at knowing that tone all too well from hearing it used by her sister. Gripping the handle of her wagon, she galloped out of the library tree as she pulled the box of books and glass as quickly as she
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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