Thirty Minute Pony Stories
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The Prompt: ”Elementary, My dear Twilight.”
Ha ha! You all thought I’d mess up the prompt again! But not today! Today it’s going up pronto! All stories are posted in the order that they were received.
“The Pernicious Pan Purloiner” by Ask-A-Typical-OC-Pony
“In-creased Frustration” by Proprotagonist
“A Taste of the Forbidden” by Donnysboy
“Magic Elementary” by Obselescence
“Mmmystery on the Friendship Express Deleted Scene” by Alexanderkrizak
Good job as always, everyone! See you next week!
“Elementary, my dear Twilight,” Pinkie replied, and the literary reference, combined with the stylish hat and the way the pink mare had taken charge, finally pushed Twilight further than she could handle. With a growl more suited to a tiger than a pony, the unicorn pounced on her pink pony prey, her lips seeking Pinkie’s desparately.
“Well, it is about time,” Rarity commented with a smirk, slyly glancing over at Applejack as she did.
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BSB Comments:
Obviously an oversight on the MLP team’s part to leave this out. A masterpiece if I’ve ever seen one. Good work.
“But… love between an earth pony and a unicorn… between our nations… this is forbidden!” Princess Radiant Star shook her head, her long amber curls swaying sensually with the motion. “It could never work!”
“Perhaps…” Princess Autumn Flower nodded. But she stared into Radiant Star’s violet eyes with a piercing, determined hunger, and she stepped forward. “But how do we know, unless we… observe for ourselves?”
There was a moment heart-pounding hesitation, but finally Autumn Flower leaned in and-
Twilight’s tail jumped and her head shot up as her reading was interrupted by a light kiss on her flank. She suddenly became aware again of the real world around her, of her quick breathing and of her right hoof tapping rapidly against the wood floor. And of her pretty, pink girlfriend giggling behind her.
Magic Elementary
By Obselescence
“It’s Elementary, my dear Twilight Sparkle,” said the Dean of Lower Inquiry. He chuckled. “Magic Elementary, that is—excuse my witticisms. You’ve been offered a very special opportunity here, do you know that?”
“Oh, thank the Princess,” said Shining Armor. “When they called me down here, I’d thought—”
Twilight grimaced, but kept quiet. What exactly had he thought?
“No, no, sir,” said the Dean. “Nothing like that. This is a good thing for young Twilight.” He took a cigar from out of his desk and offered it to Shining Armor. “Smoke?”
“I don’t smoke,” said Shining Armor, waving it away with his hoof.
“Well, of course, not,” said the Dean. “Dirty, nasty habit.” He waved the cigar at Twilight. “You do hear that, don’t you, Mrs. Sparkle? Never smoke. It’ll foul up your lungs.” He lit the cigar with a simple fire spell and gave it a puff. “Dear me, dear me,” he said, sighing to himself. “If I ever teach you anything, it’ll be to not end up like me.”
Twilight didn’t quite understand what the Dean was saying. Surely she hadn’t heard him correctly there? He was the Dean of Lower Inquiry! The highest-ranked pony in his branch at Princess Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns. Why in Equestria would she not want to become like him someday?
Excusing the smoking and all…
It was a dark, rainy night in the town of Ponyville. The rain seeped into my coat and mane and chilled me to the bone as I finished up patching up the blanket of rain. Just doing my job as a meager weather-keeper here.
On my way home, I was drawn to a light like a moth to a bright light bulb. The library was open. Strange. Normally libraries would be closed, as to prevent their precious books dry and keep the ink in the pages. Curious, I casually let myself in, as the door was unlocked.
I saw him on the floor. Spike. He lay on his back with one arm stretched out as if he was shaking hooves to the seraphic pegusai that would lead his soul to Paradise. There was no sign of a struggle, but I could tell by that groggy, half-awake face that there was sign of foul play. Whoever did this was still inside.
“So… so tired.” He wheezed. “Twilight’s books are-are so heavy.” He closed his eyes and his arm dropped to his belly.
He was asleep. I couldn’t do anything. If I was there sooner, maybe I could have stopped him from this twisted fate.
“A Taste of the Forbidden”
by Donny’s Boy
The first thing that Twilight Sparkle noticed when she stepped into the library was the faint smell of vanilla. Only years of hard-earned experience allowed Twilight to quickly leap out of harm’s way, just in time to avoid being flattened by an airborne Pinkie Pie.
Pinkie slammed into the floor and rolled, head over hooves, right out the opened door. In the blink of an eye, however, a familiar bright pink face and curly pink mane appeared in the doorway. “Hiya, Twilight! Nice jump!”
“Hello, Pinkie,” the unicorn replied evenly, trotting farther into the library while taking off her saddlebags. “What can I do for you today?”
Pinkie followed right on Twilight’s heels. “Ah, Twilight, the question is not what you can do for me, but what I can do for you!”
Twilight glanced over her shoulder at the earth pony, a single eyebrow raised. “I’m … not entirely sure that I like the sound of that.”
Pinkie Pie just grinned.
A moment later, Twilight felt a soft prick in her neck.
All is silent within the tree that Twilight calls her home, it has been that way for weeks now. The weather only seems to match her mood with stark similarity. A looming storm, skies of a deep purple and deeper shades of grey. The wind blows only lightly, kicking up stray leaves and litter that has fallen about the tree. The sky is holding its breath, literally, the quiet before the storm.
Much is it the same within the tree, as the mare plods backwards and forwards across the floor of the main living area, Spike, her faithful assistant, and friend, is sat on her bed. He watches her trot backwards and forwards with an oddly vacant expression. Twilight looks over to a pile of books she has been adding to for a while now. She trots over purposefully, taking one off the top.
“But who would do something like this? I… It doesn’t make any sense…”
Pinkie Pie galloped through town in a tizzy. Except this was no ordinary tizzy. This was a super-duper EXTREME tizzy! The tizziest of tizzies! Tizzy was a fun word to say. It was so unique; not a whole lot of words sounded like tizzy. It was pretty much just tizzy and dizzy. Although missy sounded kinda like it if you slurred when you said it, but that was cheating, and Pinkie Pie was a lot of things, but she wasn’t a cheat. She was a pony, a baker, a party-thrower, a town greeter, a babysitter, a fortune-teller, a member of the Ponyville Yacht Club…but she was NOT a liar! Wait, that’s not where the sentence started…cheat! She was NOT a cheat! So she refused to accept missy as a reasonable rhyme for tizzy. Pinkie stopped for a moment; she couldn’t remember why she was trying to rhyme tizzy. Was she writing a song? She didn’t remember having any reason to write a song…wait! Now she remembered! She was IN a tizzy, and had to see Twilight! She continued galloping.
Twilight had just finished organizing the exotic birds section of the library, when suddenly, a pink blur burst into the room. Twilight managed to light her horn up and just barely stop Pinkie from colliding with the bookshelf that she’d just finished arranging. THAT would have been a pain in the neck.
“Twilight! Twilight!!” Pinkie shouted, bouncing up and down frantically. “I need your heeeeeeelp!!!” Twilight turned right to her. In the past, she may have dismissed Pinkie’s crazy behavior, but there had been enough times in the past where she’d doubted Pinkie’s intentions and it had come back to bite her on the flank.
“What do you need?” Twilight asked, showing concern. Before she knew what was going on, Pinkie had plunked the bowler hat from their train ride a while back onto Twilight’s head. Twi shook her head out and looked up at Pinkie, who was now suddenly wearing her detective hat.
“Your help!” Pinkie said. “I already said that, silly! Unless I said something else and it sounded like ‘I need your help’ but I’m actually under a spell where things I say sound different to other pon-“
“No, Pinkie,” Twilight said, interrupting. “I heard you say ‘I need your heeeeeeelp.’ What is it that you need my help with?” Pinkie could really be a hoof-ful sometimes. Even when she had something urgent she needed to do, she was so easily sidetracked that it was often necessary to keep her under control when she went on a tangent like that.
“There’s a mystery we need to solve!” Pinkie said, all wild-eyed. “Somepony took my favorite baking pan!” Twilight gasped. This was a legitimate gasp, not a fake one. She knew how much Pinkie cared for her baking implements.
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The Prompt: ”Elementary, my dear Twilight.”
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