The Cake Theory
The Cake Theory
"Baby Cakes," the latest episode for My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, evolved our understanding of the Equestrian world in more ways than one. Now, thanks to pony genes, we're able to see how two Earth ponies can give birth to a Pegasus and Unicorn without any immediate relations to ether race. Answer: Recessive traits. Thank you 8th grade biology! However, there are some questions that still need answering. I personally have a theory that pertains to each Cake baby, so let's slice right in!
Now, we're all familiar with Twilight Sparkle's struggle to learn and advance in magic as a young filly. In the episode 23 of season 1 - "The Cutie Mark Chronicles" - where we see her struggle to even turn a page with magic. And that's with the enormous amount of studying she puts in. So why then is it so hard for Twilight Sparkle - Celestia's prime student and the Element of Magic - to learn what she needed to and got to where she
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"Uh... are you sure about this?"
"I really, really, really don't think that this is such a good idea."
"Oh come on you nilly fillies! This is a great idea! We'll get our cutie marks in no time."
With timid eyes, Applebloom looked down to the hap-hazard bed of pillows and hay resting a good twenty feet from where they were. Attached to a couple of trees sat a taut, thin line of wire. Currently, the three of them stood on a thick tree branch, a few balancing sticks resting in the crook above their heads. It was a sunny day in Ponyville, and the three Crusaders had left class, eager to try out Scootaloo's newest scheme on how to get their cutie marks. The only problem was, as young Sweetie Belle and Applebloom were starting to figure out, most of Scootaloo's ideas usually ended badly. And sore. However, she swore that this would be different. After all, what was more important than staying balanced?
"Listen, Scootaloo," Sweetie Belle began carefully. "Why don't we at least try this
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"How is she doing?"
"She's alive... that's all that matters. But I think she may be coming down with a fever. She's been pushing herself too hard..."
"I've noticed... She doesn't exactly know when to quit."
Slowly, Twilight's eyes began to creak open, and the world around her blurred and shook. A terrible throb came through her skull and she winced, her ears laying flat against the top of her head. Moaning miserably, Twilight curled her legs up against her belly, feeling nauseous. A hoof brushed against her bangs. Though it pained her to look, Twilight forced her eyes to focus and looked upwards. The faces of Rarity and Pinkie Pie began to come into view. She opened her mouth to speak, but Rarity put her hoof in front of it.
"Easy now, darling. You need your rest." The unicorn tried to smile, but not much came of it. When Twilight tried to sit, Pinkie pushed her back down and then pulled a cloak over her as she shivered.
"What happened?" she managed to ask. The memories of earlier bega
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Death was a curious concept. Back in the old days, it was thought of as an old friend who came to collect those who were ready to read the end of their stories. It had never harmed Ponyville, or Equestria for that matter. It merely did its job, letting the world turn in its natural order. But that was then. Now, Death not only came to the doors of old ponies, but to the doors of those who were not ready. It riddled the land with ashy black hills where grass once grew. The trees, so vivid and fruitful, were now sparse and sickly. So many memories, happy memories, gentle memories, were now buried beneath piles and piles of destruction and bile. The bright colors on the corner sweet shop had faded into a dismal gray. The elegant laid detail on the town's boutique now was nothing but walls and chipping paint. The skies once were clear and well managed. Now, with no one to tend to them, they had a never-ending mask of gray that covered the desolate earth below. And the life and blood of Pon