Twilight's Dollhouse -Ch6- Sterling Silver Filly"Good evening Twilight," Derpy called out.
"It sure is, Derpy. Hey, I have an extra muffin, want it?" Twilight asked.
"Of course!" Derpy quickly swooped down from her mail route to scoop up the levitating muffin. The mail mare ate it in one bite. "Delicious. I’m so glad you always give me muffins! How'd you find out boysenberry is my favorite?"
"Lucky guess," Twilight chuckled. She continued to skip down the road towards the library. Applejack watched as she was closing her apple stand for the night. She raised an eyebrow, and looked away when Twilight glanced her way.
"Hey Fluttershy, are we still on for coffee Friday?"
"Of course, Twilight. Anything for a friend," Fluttershy replied.
"Good evening Mayor Mare! Working late? I'll swing by the office tomorrow to drop off the city ordinance revisions."
"Thanks, Twilight, you've been doing a great job as our princess!" Mayor exclaimed.
The rest of the way home saw Twilight with a skip in her step as she whistled a familiar tune. She
T. Dollhouse -Ch5- Chic, Unique, Magnifique Mare“Applejack,” Twilight inquired. “What are you doing here?”
“Ah came by the library to help ya out, Twilight,” she replied.
“Oh, I wasn’t expecting you. Care for some tea?”
Twilight walked into the kitchen and began to rummage through the secret compartment in her cabinet. It was unorganized and took her awhile to find what she was looking for. She sprinkled some hemlock into one of the cups with her magic. After filling two cups with tea she headed back out to Applejack.
“Here you are. What brings you by? You’ve been so busy I don’t see you anymore,” Twilight said.
“Yep, and y’all are busy bein’ a princess. We can’t just run off on adventure anymore,” Applejack replied.
“So, you miss doing that too?” Twilight drank from her tea.
“Sure do, ah figured you and ah could spend the morning together.” Applejack lifted up her teacup and d
Twilight's Dollhouse -Ch4- Unworthy Brown StallionTwilight lay in bed, reflecting on her busy week. She pulled Big Mac in tightly and curled up around him. The warm stallion she had turned into a plushy was one of her new best friends. Just knowing that Mac was there, close to her and unable to run away, brought her immense relief. He would join her every night, and had helped her stop having nightmares about Cadance.
Her initial trials had gone well, and her cover story for why Big Mac disappeared actually fooled Applejack. Twilight was encouraged that she bought the story of Big Mac being drafted for a war on changelings. Everypony had also bought the cover story for Lyra and Bon Bon’s deaths. It was almost too easy to trick the entire town.
Before she could transform any of the well-known ponies like Dash or Applejack, she had to thin out the town population and lay the proper groundwork. She spent the last week doing just that by capturing the less well-known ponies in Ponyville.
With a few disasters it had become believable
Twilight's Dollhouse -Ch3- A Muscular Red StallionTwilight sat on her balcony, sipping at her tea. Lyra sat next to the tea saucer, staring longingly out at the clear blue sky. A couple clouds floated by in the distance, and the sound of birds filled the air.
“I wish New Ponyville was this beautiful. It’s dreary, especially when you turn the lights out."
"I've been planning to finish the moon and sky today, actually. Then it will have a day/night cycle that follows the real one," Twilight explained.
"I think that'll be wonderful. What happens after that, though? You're really going to bring every single pony to live in New Ponyville?"
"Well, not all ponies deserve my gift of immortality, only my friends. And I'll have to do it gradually and carefully, so nopony notices when an entire town vanishes overnight."
Lyra pondered this for a moment. She had gained Twilight's trust, but what could she do with it? For now, it was enough that she had ensured Bon Bon wasn't taught a harsh lesson.
Perhaps she could help more ponies, bu
Puppet to her Fame - Act 2I recall equal parts blurred vision and smug satisfaction when I awoke. My first thought was to examine myself for injury. My second was to aim away from the bed as I vomited. My head ached, and despite however long I had been asleep, I was still drowsy.
I considered this a victory. As cruel as she was, my mother never lost control. I had to have hit a sore spot with her to make her knock me out that suddenly. My throat was aching and my head was pounding. I idly watched the clock while drifting in and out of sleep.
Orchestra practice was at six. Around five I was awake long enough to realize how hungry I had become. I did not look forward to making a trip to the kitchen. Once my body had recovered from the nausea, I got out of bed and approached the door. It creaked slightly as I pushed the door open enough to glance out into the hallway. My parents were not in sight, and my goal was to keep it that way. Quickly and quietly, I made my way to the kitchen.
Each short hallway felt like a