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Diana Goes To School (Chapter 4)

After lunch, Diana met up with Principal Silverman again, who was standing near the main office with a clipboard in hand and a warm, knowing smile on his face. “Ah, Diana! How's your first day shaping up?” he asked, tucking the clipboard under his arm. “It’s… actually going better than I thought, Principal Silverman,” she admitted, shifting her backpack onto one shoulder. “I found old friends and somehow survived the meeting with Mr. Black from AP Bio without fainting.” “Excellent!” Principal Silverman chuckled. “I’m hearing quite a few positive things about you already—Ms. Tran in the Chemistry Department mentioned you were the only one who attempted that extra credit question on the syllabus quiz.” Diana grinned, surprised. “I just really like learning.” “Which is why I wanted to talk to you,” he continued. “There’s a special opportunity I think you’d be perfect for. It’s not a club, not exactly—but more of an initiative we run here called The Grove Scholars.” Diana tilted her head.

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Diana Goes To School (Chapter 1)

It was the week before school started, and Diana Lombard was about to enrol at Spencer Grove High. “I can’t wait for school next week,” Diana said excitedly. “This school is the most academically diverse high school in town!” “I can hardly believe it myself, Diana,” her father, Dean said as he drove her to the school. “I just know they’re gonna love you there! Just a reminder, though: it’s gonna be a bit rocky in the beginning, since this is going to be your new school.” “Yeah, we all know the psychological pattern, Dad,” Diana laughed. Diana and Dean walked into the reception area where the students were to be enrolled. They walked up to the receptionist. “Hi, I’m Dean Lombard. I’m here to enrol my daughter, Diana,” They sat down and waited, then their surname was called out, “Lombard, Diana!” Principal Silverman reviewed Diana’s academic performance from her work from middle school and her pre-semester tests. “I’m impressed, Miss Lombard,” he said. “Your academic performance is one

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Diana Goes To School (Chapter 3)

Diana went through the school schedule and the school clubs handed to her. These school clubs included Literature Club, Mathematics Club, History Club, Science Club, Geography Club, Tech Club, Art Club, Drama Club, Music Club, and Sports Club. Diana arranged her schedule, along with the clubs she chose, and then handed it in to the office. During lunch, Diana was finding a seat, when she ran into a boy who was seated alone at a circular table, who noticed her. “Diana?” The boy asked. “Remember me? I used to be your penpal!” “Kevin?” Diana asked. “You look different from what I remember!” Jenni came in and sat down as well. “Hey, you know this guy?” “Oh yeah!” Diana laughed. “Jenni, this is Kevin. Kevin, this is Jenni. He used to be my penpal from when we met at a school camp when we were eight.” “True story!” Kevin affirmed. “I’m also an overachiever, just like Diana.” “Ah,” Jenni said. “You know, like, your penpal here is kinda cute.” “Don’t mind Jenni, Kevin,” Diana laughed in

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One stormy night...

word count: 2000+ It was a more than a year later after the accident of Skylar. It was just a mere distant memory. Now in early Sept. the days were just as hot as last year with cooling nights. We decided to leave the mares outside Tonight in the mare field with their foals, all except Grace and her foal(which was a colt). I noticed that the Colt was not doing so well over the last few days…he was only a week old. He was golden palomino coat, With smoke cream Maine & tail…he had the same flame like markings as his granddad. You see he was so Spry just a couple of days ago, and now…he was weak. I told the staff to keep their eye on him toni...

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Trial by WildFire...

word count: 1025 words It was a normal calm evening, the stars where painting the sky with thousand diamonds. The crickets were chirping & the horses at peace. Skylar & the other stable staff. Gone to do night check on the horses, all of us were unaware of the danger that was, Coming our way… meanwhile 5 miles away from our ranch on the other side of the mountains, firefighters were trying to get the upper hand on a wild fire. As I sit on the porch, drinking my evening tea. Skylar has finished her work for the night, and was coming back towards the house she said that amber & Grace, were acting like themselves tonight. She said it was lik...

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Winter's Storm

word count: 2,106 This start to the winter was a very cold one, it was only nov. and there was 3 feet of snow on the ground Which was already a lot for this area. My beloved Skylar was away at a horse health & safety conference, for another 2 weeks. And of course I missed her, but…just before she left she was acting strangely….just not Herself….I just could not put my finger on it. It was 11 o-clock…its time to do the morning routine exercise, So I haltered Amber & Moon, and headed to the indoor ring. I knew Amber was “climbing the walls” from Boredom and lack of exercise, and moon needed to loose weight….the horses are not getting out as ...

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6 Old Cow

Apple Bloom stepped out of Sugar Belle’s Cafe one morning to find an old mare sitting on a rocking chair near one of the tables. “Hi, there,” she said. “I’m Apple Bloom.” “Oh, hi,” croaked the old mare. “They call me Old Lady Cooper.” “Nice to meet ya,” Apple Bloom smiled. “Um, are you here for breakfast ?” “No,” Old Lady Cooper shook her head. “I came here to live out my retirement in shame.” As was usual whenever she encountered a pony with a cutie mark problem, Apple Bloom was torn between excitement and concern. “What did you used to do?” she asked. “Nothing, really,” frowned Old Lady Cooper. “I could never d...

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12 Rush Job

As summer was approaching its end, Sweetie Belle was meandering about the Village looking for any signs of potential cutie mark problems. She encountered Mussel and Old Lady Cooper; the former was collecting some spiders from the latter’s rocking chair. “Still looking for spiders, huh?” remarked Sweetie. “Yep,” Mussel nodded. “This’ll be my last round before I leave for Boarding School.” “Already? It’s a bit early , isn’t it?” asked Sweetie. “There’s still a week of summer left.” “I’m not leaving until the weekend,” said Mussel. “It’s just that the mosquito problem isn’t as bad as it was last month .” “Oh, okay,” said S...

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8 Too Late For Rumble's Camp

As Scootaloo went up and down the road passing out drinks to the Villagers, she was pleased to see they were all enjoying the Papier Mache Street Fair; all except two ponies who were sculpting a sofa out of soggy paper. “Hi, there,” said Scootaloo, stopping to admire the stallion’s and mare’s handiwork. “Having fun?” “Sure,” said the Stallion. “ We’re having fun. We only wish our son could be here.” “We begged him to come out and take part,” sighed the Mare. “He always refuses us when we try to get him up off his bed and out of his room.” “He only leaves the bedroom to use the privy,” said the Stallion, “and for meals, ...

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Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color (f/c): favorite color ~~ ~~Two months later~~ To quote Gilbert, things at the stud farm in Prussia had become…“unawesome”. That wasn’t to suggest anything was going wrong or that you were uncomfortable, but that things were becoming slow...and boring. Or maybe Gilbert was rubbing off on you, and you thought so by now. Overall, life was good: the people were slowly and steadily earning your trust, although the silver stallion remained at the top of that list, and he gave you subtle hints that he was pleased by your progress. In the last two weeks, you’d allowed a full wash down, cleaned hooves and the simplest of shoes, a well-brushed mane and tail, a woolen stable blanket and, most impressive of all, an embroidered leather (f/c) halter with your personal lead rope. The people didn’t often use the rope, however, because you still went wherever you chose. As for Gilbert, the two of you continued to grow

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Horse Cuba x Horse Reader: Part 3: On the Beach

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color (f/c): favorite color ~~ ~~A month later~~ “See? I told you it was worth it to get in the hot tub.” You and Carlos were currently wading slowly up and down the short stretch of bubbling water, almost like a miniature hot spring cut into the concrete. You were still outdoors, but a raised canopy was overhead to collect any leaves that came from above. Of course, there were always some leaves in there; the Cuban horse had also showed you the swimming pool his owner used, but you respected his wishes to not drink the water or enter it. Instead, you were enchanted by the strange, wonderful invention from humans. Carlos had his mane and tail unbraided before he entered, and his dark hair fanned around him and almost made him look supernatural in the bubbling, steaming mass. “This is one of the tricks the people use to help me if I ever pull a muscle or two,” he’d explained when you were still cautiously staring

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Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~Warning: Strong language~~ ~~ “…I want to live free, without the pressures of humans. This is what I’ve grown up to be…I’m sorry if it’s not what you expected, but I can’t deny what I am—” Alfred cut you off when he pushed his broad face into your (c/c) neck, nickering in his throat. The curl on his head was long enough to tickle the other side of your neck and when he lifted his head to meet your gaze, you saw his blue eyes held nothing but respect and adoration. “You don’t have to explain anything,” he said, his voice much softer. “You’re my best friend. Besides, we make a good team, don’t we? Yeah...” He nodded, suddenly confident. “If I’m the Hero, then you’re my sidekick! So, as long as we’re together, we can do anything we want!” You had to whicker a chuckle to yourself. Sometimes he could be so cute when he got excited. The set of his blue eyes told you he was trying to think of something.

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Deities Profile: Obsidian Rune

[Originally by [EMOTE], with any edits/additions by me] Obsidian Rune, the Shapeshifting Spellsword/The Sable Swan Slaughterer Character: Neutral < = > Anti-Heroic Alignment: True Neutral < = > Chaotic Neutral Type: Wartime Orphan, Awakened Unicorn, Armament/Elemental Mage, Alpha Werebeast, Magic Knight, Amnesiac (temporarily), Emotionless (temporarily), Black Swan Event, Instructor, Interregnum Priority Target: Class [REDACTED] Faction: Custodes Magicum (formerly), Herself (temporarily), Trimortidae (???/Undetermined at this time) [This article is subject to further redaction. To view the full unredacted version, as well as the full unredacted version of files pertaining to the Custodes Catastrophe one must have high-level clearance, and be sworn to secrecy regarding its contents, as per divine decree.] [WARNING: SECTIONS OF ARTICLE MISSING. Please contact archival authorities.] "No matter what… no matter what they take from me, from Tellus, I will persist, not merely to spite

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Second Age: The Custodes Catastrophe (Act 6)

[Originally by [EMOTE], with any edits/additions by me] Act VI: Epilogue "No matter what… no matter what they take from me, from Tellus, I will persist, not merely to spite them. I will persist, until I see my mission through—and nopony else will define for me what that is." —Obsidian Rune’s own words, spoken later in her life, regarding the likes of the Interregnum and those members of its ranks who wanted her dead for her continued existence. This phrase would later form her effective mission statement, and would in time be passed on to her own successors. +++ Fleeting Respite November 4th-10th, 1885 As soon as she had hit dry land, she had galloped to town in her Werebeast form as fast as her legs, and as fast as that movement-boosting spell could carry her. She burned through her remaining energy, with purpose—because she had one last stop to make before she would go back to where it all began. As soon as she sighted the gates, she disengaged the spell, and let herself

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Second Age: The Custodes Catastrophe (Act 5)

[Originally by [EMOTE], with any edits/additions by me] Act V: Anger “So what happened after you were fished out of that spell array and you let the Dame know you majorly fucked up, Sir?” “Besides losing half my leg and my hoof? Quite simply… I was demoted to paper-pusher. At first, our fairest Dame reamed me for letting myself get trapped like that, and more when she inevitably read my mind and got the details of the whole thing, even as she performed the surgery to patch me up. She did let me have it, and I had earned it, my student. Afterwards, I had to learn how to write with my left hoof, as my right hoof was the dominant one.” “I bet that must’ve sucked.” “It did, for a time, but I grew used to it.” “So how did you manage, when the news hit you during your hospital stay?” “As poorly as one could expect, when one hears that the worst has happened. Several squadrons a dozen strong… upwards to a hundred ponies, all slaughtered in mere moments, because Blistering Bullet’s math

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Easy Come Easy Go

Sometimes I reflect, On the gifts I have received, The ability to learn quickly, An ease to make connections. How easy it is, To be proud of your intellect, Your strength or beauty, Or even of your creativity. We compare ourselves, And believe in our superiority, Over those who weren’t as lucky, Who live in a constant struggle. It is easy to forget, isn’t it? How quickly fortune can change, A random accident of life, And who you were is gone. Oh, how we learn then, To value every effort, No matter how small it seems, For it is the once proud and fallen, Who understand true humility.

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distance

i wish we had talked through the sunrise. i could have told you the sky’s every secret i could have spied on the clouds as they blushed brightest maroonpinkorange and you were still shrouded in bluevioletblack i could have warned you by weeping that the change was too intimate to view alone

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Rest

I fall to the dawn In the grip of stranger dreams To wake unknowing

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Percy's Painting (Railway Series version)

One morning, Percy was in the big roundhouse shed at Tidmouth, when the Fat Controller came to see the engines. He had exciting news. “A famous artist is visiting today!” the Fat Controller announced “he has come to paint a picture that will titled ‘the Spirit of Sodor’! It will be put on display at the big station! Percy, you are to collect the artist from the docks and show him all the most beautiful places on Sodor!” “Yes Sir” said Percy. After the Fat Controller left, Percy looked a bit worried. Edward was excited for Percy, but most of the big engines were jealous. “This artist can’t be that important!” grumbled Gordon “or the Fat Controller would have sent an important engine like me to collect him!” “Or a splendid red engine like me!” added James “surely I’d be more suited for the job than Percy!” “What’s this ‘Spirit of Sodor’ supposed to be?” asked Percy. “Anything that is special about Sodor” said Edward “I’m sure you know this island well enough to know what that is!” That

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Emily's New Route (Railway Series version)

It was summer on the Island of Sodor, the busiest time of year for the Fat Controller’s railway. All the engines were busy as usual, but the engines liked being busy. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day, which made everyone feel happy, everyone that is, except Emily. Emily was working with Salty at the harbour at the big station, shunting trucks into the sidings, and she wasn’t enjoying it at all. Salty tried to cheer Emily up with one of his stories of the sea, but only Salty seemed to be enjoying it, and Emily had soon stopped listening. “I wish I could do something a little more interesting” she moaned. Emily’s wish came true the very next morning! The Fat Controller announced that some new routes would be opening just for the summer months. “Emily’s job will be pulling the flour-mill special!” he told her “you will be collecting flour from the mill and taking it to Thomas’s junction for the bakery there.” “Thank you sir!” beamed Emily, relieved to have a different job

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Gordon and the Gremlins (Railway Series version)

The big engines in the big shed at Tidmouth were getting ready for their day’s work. Everything seemed like just another ordinary day, except for one thing: they were having trouble getting Gordon’s fire to light today. “I don’t know what’s wrong” sighed the firelighter “there must be gremlins about.” “What are gremlins?” whispered Duck. “My driver told me they’re little green monsters who play tricks” replied James. “You don’t suppose we could find one, do you?” wondered Duck. “Of course not!” laughed James “gremlins don’t exist! They’re just an excuse when things go wrong and no one knows why!” “But surely, if the firelighter says there are gremlins, there must be!” insisted Duck, but James just snorted loudly in reply. The Fat Controller had arrived in time to hear their every word. “Quiet please!” he bellowed “I have an important announcement! I am expecting a very important visitor today! She has heard that all my engines are really useful, so please prove it!” “Yes sir!”

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Diana Goes To School (Chapter 4)

After lunch, Diana met up with Principal Silverman again, who was standing near the main office with a clipboard in hand and a warm, knowing smile on his face. “Ah, Diana! How's your first day shaping up?” he asked, tucking the clipboard under his arm. “It’s… actually going better than I thought, Principal Silverman,” she admitted, shifting her backpack onto one shoulder. “I found old friends and somehow survived the meeting with Mr. Black from AP Bio without fainting.” “Excellent!” Principal Silverman chuckled. “I’m hearing quite a few positive things about you already—Ms. Tran in the Chemistry Department mentioned you were the only one who attempted that extra credit question on the syllabus quiz.” Diana grinned, surprised. “I just really like learning.” “Which is why I wanted to talk to you,” he continued. “There’s a special opportunity I think you’d be perfect for. It’s not a club, not exactly—but more of an initiative we run here called The Grove Scholars.” Diana tilted her head.

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Diana Goes To School (Chapter 1)

It was the week before school started, and Diana Lombard was about to enrol at Spencer Grove High. “I can’t wait for school next week,” Diana said excitedly. “This school is the most academically diverse high school in town!” “I can hardly believe it myself, Diana,” her father, Dean said as he drove her to the school. “I just know they’re gonna love you there! Just a reminder, though: it’s gonna be a bit rocky in the beginning, since this is going to be your new school.” “Yeah, we all know the psychological pattern, Dad,” Diana laughed. Diana and Dean walked into the reception area where the students were to be enrolled. They walked up to the receptionist. “Hi, I’m Dean Lombard. I’m here to enrol my daughter, Diana,” They sat down and waited, then their surname was called out, “Lombard, Diana!” Principal Silverman reviewed Diana’s academic performance from her work from middle school and her pre-semester tests. “I’m impressed, Miss Lombard,” he said. “Your academic performance is one

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Diana Goes To School (Chapter 3)

Diana went through the school schedule and the school clubs handed to her. These school clubs included Literature Club, Mathematics Club, History Club, Science Club, Geography Club, Tech Club, Art Club, Drama Club, Music Club, and Sports Club. Diana arranged her schedule, along with the clubs she chose, and then handed it in to the office. During lunch, Diana was finding a seat, when she ran into a boy who was seated alone at a circular table, who noticed her. “Diana?” The boy asked. “Remember me? I used to be your penpal!” “Kevin?” Diana asked. “You look different from what I remember!” Jenni came in and sat down as well. “Hey, you know this guy?” “Oh yeah!” Diana laughed. “Jenni, this is Kevin. Kevin, this is Jenni. He used to be my penpal from when we met at a school camp when we were eight.” “True story!” Kevin affirmed. “I’m also an overachiever, just like Diana.” “Ah,” Jenni said. “You know, like, your penpal here is kinda cute.” “Don’t mind Jenni, Kevin,” Diana laughed in

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One stormy night...

word count: 2000+ It was a more than a year later after the accident of Skylar. It was just a mere distant memory. Now in early Sept. the days were just as hot as last year with cooling nights. We decided to leave the mares outside Tonight in the mare field with their foals, all except Grace and her foal(which was a colt). I noticed that the Colt was not doing so well over the last few days…he was only a week old. He was golden palomino coat, With smoke cream Maine & tail…he had the same flame like markings as his granddad. You see he was so Spry just a couple of days ago, and now…he was weak. I told the staff to keep their eye on him toni...

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Trial by WildFire...

word count: 1025 words It was a normal calm evening, the stars where painting the sky with thousand diamonds. The crickets were chirping & the horses at peace. Skylar & the other stable staff. Gone to do night check on the horses, all of us were unaware of the danger that was, Coming our way… meanwhile 5 miles away from our ranch on the other side of the mountains, firefighters were trying to get the upper hand on a wild fire. As I sit on the porch, drinking my evening tea. Skylar has finished her work for the night, and was coming back towards the house she said that amber & Grace, were acting like themselves tonight. She said it was lik...

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Winter's Storm

word count: 2,106 This start to the winter was a very cold one, it was only nov. and there was 3 feet of snow on the ground Which was already a lot for this area. My beloved Skylar was away at a horse health & safety conference, for another 2 weeks. And of course I missed her, but…just before she left she was acting strangely….just not Herself….I just could not put my finger on it. It was 11 o-clock…its time to do the morning routine exercise, So I haltered Amber & Moon, and headed to the indoor ring. I knew Amber was “climbing the walls” from Boredom and lack of exercise, and moon needed to loose weight….the horses are not getting out as ...

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6 Old Cow

Apple Bloom stepped out of Sugar Belle’s Cafe one morning to find an old mare sitting on a rocking chair near one of the tables. “Hi, there,” she said. “I’m Apple Bloom.” “Oh, hi,” croaked the old mare. “They call me Old Lady Cooper.” “Nice to meet ya,” Apple Bloom smiled. “Um, are you here for breakfast ?” “No,” Old Lady Cooper shook her head. “I came here to live out my retirement in shame.” As was usual whenever she encountered a pony with a cutie mark problem, Apple Bloom was torn between excitement and concern. “What did you used to do?” she asked. “Nothing, really,” frowned Old Lady Cooper. “I could never d...

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12 Rush Job

As summer was approaching its end, Sweetie Belle was meandering about the Village looking for any signs of potential cutie mark problems. She encountered Mussel and Old Lady Cooper; the former was collecting some spiders from the latter’s rocking chair. “Still looking for spiders, huh?” remarked Sweetie. “Yep,” Mussel nodded. “This’ll be my last round before I leave for Boarding School.” “Already? It’s a bit early , isn’t it?” asked Sweetie. “There’s still a week of summer left.” “I’m not leaving until the weekend,” said Mussel. “It’s just that the mosquito problem isn’t as bad as it was last month .” “Oh, okay,” said S...

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8 Too Late For Rumble's Camp

As Scootaloo went up and down the road passing out drinks to the Villagers, she was pleased to see they were all enjoying the Papier Mache Street Fair; all except two ponies who were sculpting a sofa out of soggy paper. “Hi, there,” said Scootaloo, stopping to admire the stallion’s and mare’s handiwork. “Having fun?” “Sure,” said the Stallion. “ We’re having fun. We only wish our son could be here.” “We begged him to come out and take part,” sighed the Mare. “He always refuses us when we try to get him up off his bed and out of his room.” “He only leaves the bedroom to use the privy,” said the Stallion, “and for meals, ...

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Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color (f/c): favorite color ~~ ~~Two months later~~ To quote Gilbert, things at the stud farm in Prussia had become…“unawesome”. That wasn’t to suggest anything was going wrong or that you were uncomfortable, but that things were becoming slow...and boring. Or maybe Gilbert was rubbing off on you, and you thought so by now. Overall, life was good: the people were slowly and steadily earning your trust, although the silver stallion remained at the top of that list, and he gave you subtle hints that he was pleased by your progress. In the last two weeks, you’d allowed a full wash down, cleaned hooves and the simplest of shoes, a well-brushed mane and tail, a woolen stable blanket and, most impressive of all, an embroidered leather (f/c) halter with your personal lead rope. The people didn’t often use the rope, however, because you still went wherever you chose. As for Gilbert, the two of you continued to grow

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Horse Cuba x Horse Reader: Part 3: On the Beach

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color (f/c): favorite color ~~ ~~A month later~~ “See? I told you it was worth it to get in the hot tub.” You and Carlos were currently wading slowly up and down the short stretch of bubbling water, almost like a miniature hot spring cut into the concrete. You were still outdoors, but a raised canopy was overhead to collect any leaves that came from above. Of course, there were always some leaves in there; the Cuban horse had also showed you the swimming pool his owner used, but you respected his wishes to not drink the water or enter it. Instead, you were enchanted by the strange, wonderful invention from humans. Carlos had his mane and tail unbraided before he entered, and his dark hair fanned around him and almost made him look supernatural in the bubbling, steaming mass. “This is one of the tricks the people use to help me if I ever pull a muscle or two,” he’d explained when you were still cautiously staring

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Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~Warning: Strong language~~ ~~ “…I want to live free, without the pressures of humans. This is what I’ve grown up to be…I’m sorry if it’s not what you expected, but I can’t deny what I am—” Alfred cut you off when he pushed his broad face into your (c/c) neck, nickering in his throat. The curl on his head was long enough to tickle the other side of your neck and when he lifted his head to meet your gaze, you saw his blue eyes held nothing but respect and adoration. “You don’t have to explain anything,” he said, his voice much softer. “You’re my best friend. Besides, we make a good team, don’t we? Yeah...” He nodded, suddenly confident. “If I’m the Hero, then you’re my sidekick! So, as long as we’re together, we can do anything we want!” You had to whicker a chuckle to yourself. Sometimes he could be so cute when he got excited. The set of his blue eyes told you he was trying to think of something.

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Deities Profile: Obsidian Rune

[Originally by [EMOTE], with any edits/additions by me] Obsidian Rune, the Shapeshifting Spellsword/The Sable Swan Slaughterer Character: Neutral < = > Anti-Heroic Alignment: True Neutral < = > Chaotic Neutral Type: Wartime Orphan, Awakened Unicorn, Armament/Elemental Mage, Alpha Werebeast, Magic Knight, Amnesiac (temporarily), Emotionless (temporarily), Black Swan Event, Instructor, Interregnum Priority Target: Class [REDACTED] Faction: Custodes Magicum (formerly), Herself (temporarily), Trimortidae (???/Undetermined at this time) [This article is subject to further redaction. To view the full unredacted version, as well as the full unredacted version of files pertaining to the Custodes Catastrophe one must have high-level clearance, and be sworn to secrecy regarding its contents, as per divine decree.] [WARNING: SECTIONS OF ARTICLE MISSING. Please contact archival authorities.] "No matter what… no matter what they take from me, from Tellus, I will persist, not merely to spite

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Second Age: The Custodes Catastrophe (Act 6)

[Originally by [EMOTE], with any edits/additions by me] Act VI: Epilogue "No matter what… no matter what they take from me, from Tellus, I will persist, not merely to spite them. I will persist, until I see my mission through—and nopony else will define for me what that is." —Obsidian Rune’s own words, spoken later in her life, regarding the likes of the Interregnum and those members of its ranks who wanted her dead for her continued existence. This phrase would later form her effective mission statement, and would in time be passed on to her own successors. +++ Fleeting Respite November 4th-10th, 1885 As soon as she had hit dry land, she had galloped to town in her Werebeast form as fast as her legs, and as fast as that movement-boosting spell could carry her. She burned through her remaining energy, with purpose—because she had one last stop to make before she would go back to where it all began. As soon as she sighted the gates, she disengaged the spell, and let herself

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Second Age: The Custodes Catastrophe (Act 5)

[Originally by [EMOTE], with any edits/additions by me] Act V: Anger “So what happened after you were fished out of that spell array and you let the Dame know you majorly fucked up, Sir?” “Besides losing half my leg and my hoof? Quite simply… I was demoted to paper-pusher. At first, our fairest Dame reamed me for letting myself get trapped like that, and more when she inevitably read my mind and got the details of the whole thing, even as she performed the surgery to patch me up. She did let me have it, and I had earned it, my student. Afterwards, I had to learn how to write with my left hoof, as my right hoof was the dominant one.” “I bet that must’ve sucked.” “It did, for a time, but I grew used to it.” “So how did you manage, when the news hit you during your hospital stay?” “As poorly as one could expect, when one hears that the worst has happened. Several squadrons a dozen strong… upwards to a hundred ponies, all slaughtered in mere moments, because Blistering Bullet’s math

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Easy Come Easy Go

Sometimes I reflect, On the gifts I have received, The ability to learn quickly, An ease to make connections. How easy it is, To be proud of your intellect, Your strength or beauty, Or even of your creativity. We compare ourselves, And believe in our superiority, Over those who weren’t as lucky, Who live in a constant struggle. It is easy to forget, isn’t it? How quickly fortune can change, A random accident of life, And who you were is gone. Oh, how we learn then, To value every effort, No matter how small it seems, For it is the once proud and fallen, Who understand true humility.

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i wish we had talked through the sunrise. i could have told you the sky’s every secret i could have spied on the clouds as they blushed brightest maroonpinkorange and you were still shrouded in bluevioletblack i could have warned you by weeping that the change was too intimate to view alone

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I fall to the dawn In the grip of stranger dreams To wake unknowing

Great Stories

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Percy's Painting (Railway Series version)

One morning, Percy was in the big roundhouse shed at Tidmouth, when the Fat Controller came to see the engines. He had exciting news. “A famous artist is visiting today!” the Fat Controller announced “he has come to paint a picture that will titled ‘the Spirit of Sodor’! It will be put on display at the big station! Percy, you are to collect the artist from the docks and show him all the most beautiful places on Sodor!” “Yes Sir” said Percy. After the Fat Controller left, Percy looked a bit worried. Edward was excited for Percy, but most of the big engines were jealous. “This artist can’t be that important!” grumbled Gordon “or the Fat Controller would have sent an important engine like me to collect him!” “Or a splendid red engine like me!” added James “surely I’d be more suited for the job than Percy!” “What’s this ‘Spirit of Sodor’ supposed to be?” asked Percy. “Anything that is special about Sodor” said Edward “I’m sure you know this island well enough to know what that is!” That

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Emily's New Route (Railway Series version)

It was summer on the Island of Sodor, the busiest time of year for the Fat Controller’s railway. All the engines were busy as usual, but the engines liked being busy. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day, which made everyone feel happy, everyone that is, except Emily. Emily was working with Salty at the harbour at the big station, shunting trucks into the sidings, and she wasn’t enjoying it at all. Salty tried to cheer Emily up with one of his stories of the sea, but only Salty seemed to be enjoying it, and Emily had soon stopped listening. “I wish I could do something a little more interesting” she moaned. Emily’s wish came true the very next morning! The Fat Controller announced that some new routes would be opening just for the summer months. “Emily’s job will be pulling the flour-mill special!” he told her “you will be collecting flour from the mill and taking it to Thomas’s junction for the bakery there.” “Thank you sir!” beamed Emily, relieved to have a different job

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Gordon and the Gremlins (Railway Series version)

The big engines in the big shed at Tidmouth were getting ready for their day’s work. Everything seemed like just another ordinary day, except for one thing: they were having trouble getting Gordon’s fire to light today. “I don’t know what’s wrong” sighed the firelighter “there must be gremlins about.” “What are gremlins?” whispered Duck. “My driver told me they’re little green monsters who play tricks” replied James. “You don’t suppose we could find one, do you?” wondered Duck. “Of course not!” laughed James “gremlins don’t exist! They’re just an excuse when things go wrong and no one knows why!” “But surely, if the firelighter says there are gremlins, there must be!” insisted Duck, but James just snorted loudly in reply. The Fat Controller had arrived in time to hear their every word. “Quiet please!” he bellowed “I have an important announcement! I am expecting a very important visitor today! She has heard that all my engines are really useful, so please prove it!” “Yes sir!”

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Diana Goes To School (Chapter 4)

Diana Goes To School (Chapter 1)

Diana Goes To School (Chapter 3)

One stormy night...

Trial by WildFire...

Winter's Storm

6 Old Cow

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Horse Cuba x Horse Reader: Part 3: On the Beach

Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

Deities Profile: Obsidian Rune

Second Age: The Custodes Catastrophe (Act 6)

Second Age: The Custodes Catastrophe (Act 5)

Easy Come Easy Go

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Percy's Painting (Railway Series version)

Emily's New Route (Railway Series version)

Gordon and the Gremlins (Railway Series version)

Diana Goes To School (Chapter 4)

Diana Goes To School (Chapter 1)

Diana Goes To School (Chapter 3)

One stormy night...

Trial by WildFire...

Winter's Storm

6 Old Cow

12 Rush Job

8 Too Late For Rumble's Camp

Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

Horse Cuba x Horse Reader: Part 3: On the Beach

Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

Deities Profile: Obsidian Rune

Second Age: The Custodes Catastrophe (Act 6)

Second Age: The Custodes Catastrophe (Act 5)

Easy Come Easy Go

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Percy's Painting (Railway Series version)

Emily's New Route (Railway Series version)

Gordon and the Gremlins (Railway Series version)

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Diana Goes To School (Chapter 4)

Diana Goes To School (Chapter 1)

Diana Goes To School (Chapter 3)

One stormy night...

Trial by WildFire...

Winter's Storm

6 Old Cow

12 Rush Job

8 Too Late For Rumble's Camp

Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

Horse Cuba x Horse Reader: Part 3: On the Beach

Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

Deities Profile: Obsidian Rune

Second Age: The Custodes Catastrophe (Act 6)

Second Age: The Custodes Catastrophe (Act 5)

Easy Come Easy Go

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Percy's Painting (Railway Series version)

Emily's New Route (Railway Series version)

Gordon and the Gremlins (Railway Series version)