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This mare is beloved by most of the fandom
Mismatching eyes set her apart
The fact that her eyes are never in tandem
Helped her win her way into our hearts
We gave her a daughter, and some give her two
Named Dinky and Sparkler as well
Some call her Derpy, some Ditzy Do
To her fresh baked muffins are swell
But sadly poor Derpy was not to last
She just didn’t know what went wrong
Some folks were outraged with the voice she was cast
And now our dear Ditzy is gone
Moving at the speed of sound
Nothing keeps this pony down
Loyal to the very end
Our ever faithful rainbow friend
Any danger she will face
She’ll stay with her friends anyplace
At times egotistical and rude
Sometimes brash and somewhat crude
But of this mare there is no doubt
She’s awesome as she flies about
The embodiment of entropy
Encased in a stone statue
Creating disorder no more
His battle is lost
This draconiquus does evil no more
He is now good
(Most of the time)
Friendship is magic
Pinkie’s totally wild
Of this you can be certain
She loves to party
Full of randomness
Pinkie sense precognition
A great foalsitter
The element of laughter
Loves to see you beam
Soarin' with Apples chapter 1
Chapter 1: A Vacation?
Hooves shoulder width apart.
Bend your knees.
Take a deep breath.
Now push off!
The light blue pegasus launched himself off the cloud he was standing on. He flapped his wings and went into an upward climb. Pointing his forehooves forward and extending his hind hooves back, he streamlined himself as his climb became vertical. Higher and higher he went, the air growing colder around him. When he saw his breath as fog coming from his nostrils, he took it as his signal.
He folded his wings, relishing the few seconds that his ascent slowed and he hung weightless in the air. He arched his back as gravity took over, putting himself into a nosedive. The wind whipped around him, his flight suit helping him cut through the air and his dark blue mane flowing.
Below him, the stack of grey, water laden clouds and the single black thunderhead he had set up earlier began to get bigger and bigger. As he fell, he accelerated. His view of the sky became d
Mammoth hooves, giant stature.
The essence of large does this stallion capture.
Calm nature, gentle voice.
Speaking in simple sentences by choice.
Muscular barrel, powerful kicks
He’s also quite good at mathematics
Protecting his family, running the farm
Under his watch they’ll never see harm
Pulling a plow by his wooden yoke.
All the mares swoon when they see this bloke
My Limitless Lily
My Limitless Lily
By: Allonso Bronyguy
Hey, how ya doing? The name’s Money Shot. Yeah, I know what that means, but believe me, my parents were using the clean definition of the phrase when they used it as my name. So you’d better not let me hear any sex jokes, got it?
They were actually kinda right. My parents, that is. They named me Money Shot ‘cause the minute my ma had her hooves on me for the first time, my dad snapped a pic. Dad’s a photographer; it kinda runs in the family. Anyway, he takes this photo of me being held by my ma. Now, she ain’t had a minute to clean up or brush her hair or preen or nothing, so she looks…well, she looks like she just went through labor for like six hours. ‘Cause, you know, she kinda just did. But, my ma never really cared how she looked anyway.
Now me, I didn’t look too good either. She only had, like two, maybe three minutes to get me cleaned up before dad starts getting his camera ready, grinning li
Wibbley wobbley, timey wimey
Your jaw will hit the floor
When you see the amazing things
The Doctor has in store
He’ll have you running round and round
His adventures are never a bore
But if you see a weeping angel
Then get back in that TARDIS door
He’s always there to save the day
In the future or days of yore
Unless he has been Discorded
For then he’s brave no more
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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