Friendship is Infectious Ch.4More Like This
The dull whirr of the sewing machine was accompanied by the joyful hummings of the white unicorn who operated it. Rarity was in a very good mood this morning. Just last night, she had struck a fashion goldmine. Not only had she come up with a brilliant new line of dresses, but she had also gotten the perfect model.
"Oh darling," She said casually over her shoulder as she worked. "I'm just delighted that you agreed to help me on such short notice. I couldn't have done it without you." The other pony smiled shyly, clearly embarrassed. "I'm just glad you think I'm helpful." "Helpful?"
The unicorn turned toward her model, mildly indignant. "Fluttershy, you have been more than just helpful! Without your very keen insight, I wouldn't have thought to use layered silks to achieve that flowing, liquid look in the skirt that is perfect for my 'Creeks and Streams' line. And don't get me started on how you look in the outfits. Two words: Simply divine
Friendship is Infectious Ch.7More Like This
"Lift those boxes higher! Hurry! We don't know when they'll come back. Everypony lift!"
Mayor Mare was hurrying from one blockade to another, offering encouragement and support nonstop.
The chill night air made Lyra shiver as she strained to drag a broken wooden cart into the alley, in an effort to create a temporary defense against attack.
She felt another pony join her and turning, she saw Miss Cheerilee give her a comforting smile. With their combined efforts, they managed to pull the cart into the alley and pile boxes all around it. "Those creatures will certainly have trouble getting in now." Sighed Lyra with satisfaction as she took a quick drink from the flask given her by Berry Punch.
Lyra wasn't much for spirits, but at this time of night, she needed anything to get her blood flowing. She also wanted to wash away the pain and horror this night had brought upon the sleepy community of Ponyville.
It had been just after three in the morning when the