How Lyra met Bon-BonHow Lyra met Bon-Bon starring Applejack and the Cutie Mark CrusadersMore Like This
"C'mon sis!" begged Applebloom, turning to Applejack with her biggest, most glistening doe-eyed look. "Ya promised that if we behaved well all mornin' that ya'd tell me and the rest of the Crusaders a story!" Beside her, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle both nodded in agreement.
Applejack sighed. "How kin anypony say no to a trio of young'uns as cute as you three?" She looked out the window of the homestead at the wild storm that the Pegasus ponies had brought to Ponyville. "And seein' how it's so stormy out an' all, it seems like a fine way ta pass the time. Now what kinda story should I tell y'all?" She brought a hoof to her chin in thought. "Oh! Ah know! How's about a story about cuties marks, you bein' the Cutie Mark Crusaders an' all."
"Sounds boooring," complained Scootaloo. Applebloom glowered at her.
"Cutie marks ain't never borin'," she said in a huff, "Go ahead with yer story sis!"
The DoctorThe doctor tutted, shaking his head and letting out an exasperated sigh.More Like This
"Honestly, we have next to nothing to work with these days." He murmured, grasping the girl's chin and pulling it upwards so he could look more clearly into her face. "Brown eyes, brown hair... too commonplace. What I wouldn't give for a honest-to-God natural blonde or a redhead. Everyone's getting sick of all the dyed products we've had to make. Ugh. Well, give this one some blue eyes. Keep the freckles; maybe they'll add something more natural to her."
The young man, eighteen at most, who had brought the girl into the room, nodded. He gently lifted the slender figure off the ground- the girl's head lolling against his shoulder as he did so- and to her feet, wrapping an arm around her waist to support her.
"Jude, I have too many appointments today to watch you take your time with this. Drag it if you must, but hurry."
Jude nodded again, keeping his head down so the good Doctor wouldn't see th
PaybackBlaire woke with a start, very alert and, for some reason, very cold. Blaire rubbed her eyes wearily and looked around the dark room, realizing after a moment that she must have forgotten to leave Prosper's apartment after he had made her come over to '"admire" his new futon. Honestly, in her opinion, it was more a ragged piece of junk than a futon, but she had to admit that it had been surprisingly comfy. Hence, the reason she had fallen asleep at Prosper's apartment.More Like This
Although, she reasoned, it would be difficult not to fall asleep while enduring a every-movie-in-my-apartment marathon that Prosper had suggested- so that they could fully appreciate the futon, apparently. Glancing around her once more, she noticed why she was so cold, and, eyes narrowing dangerously, focused on the sleepily sprawled out man by her side.
Normally she didn't mind falling asleep with Prosper- despite being leaner than most, he was surprisingly easy to use as a pillow- but there was one thing about him that
A Hidden Mischevious StreakThe incessant meowing was going to be the death of that cat, Prosper mused. He wasn't going to be responsible if he snapped and threw it out a window- that meow would bring it out in anyone. He groaned and covered his head with a pillow, wishing Blaire was there to shut Marshmallow up. She had left earlier to go to a class, and, since Prosper had thought she'd been telling the truth when she had said it would be quick, he had foolishly decided to wait for her in her apartment while taking a nap. But here he was, a hour later, and the little demon would not be quiet!More Like This
"Oh, what do you want, beast?" Prosper snapped, glaring at the deceptively cute kitten staring up at him from the floor. The cat merely glared (Prosper wondered idly if it was even possible for cats to glare, and then decided very quickly that they, in fact, could) at him, eying him with the distaste only a cat could manage. Prosper knew for a fact that he was laying in the one spot that the insufferable cat usua
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Prosper never really had a penchant for planning ahead. This quality had only gotten stronger after he had begun dating Blaire, seeing as she rarely did anything without planning for it first. However, once in a while he would make exceptions on special nights when he wanted to surprise her- their anniversary last year, for example. As it turned out, their evenings always went a lot better when he didn't plan ahead, ironic as that sounded.
Tonight was certainly one he wanted to get perfect, so he had determinedly planned for it throughout the previous weeks. Before now, the night had gone perfectly, not a flaw in sight. They had gone to dinner at the fancy restaurant he had emptied his paycheck for, at the reserved table outside on the deck, and he had sneakily managed to convince her to walk down to a nearby park with him before calling a taxi. Unfortunately, his nature was to be a little spontaneous, so when they passed a fair, of all things, on the way to the small pavilion h