Here's the second part! Yes, I am aware some dialogue is repeated from the last story, but deal with it, okay?

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To Tell a Tale

Written by Zack Wanzer and James Riddle

"I'm sure I know how to look after a pet. Just you watch; it'll be a piece of cake!"

"Sure it will…"

"You'll see!"

Fictionary just rolled her eyes at her brother's claim, and with that, she went back to work on her story. After a few minutes of thinking, she finally came up with what she would write about.

"I know what to write!" she cried at last, and began to write.

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Fictionary had finished her story when Vincent came home with the monkey he'd brought from Fluttershy's.

"Well, Archibald, here's your new home."

"What took you so long?"

"It's a bit of a long story," explained Vincent, and he told Fictionary what had happened with him and Archibald the monkey.

"This monkey was very troublesome; he went nuts, climbed up trees and chased Bon Bon just to get her cupcake."

"So that's why you got branches and leaves in your mane," remarked Fictionary.

"Oh yeah, that…" Vincent looked at his mane and saw some branches and leaves. Apparently, he had gotten them while chasing Archibald through the trees.

"But still," the Pegasus stallion said, "at least we have our own pet."

"Are you sure you know how to take care of him?" asked Fictionary, unconvinced.

"There were a couple of missteps," admitted Vincent, "but I'm sure I'll handle it. Anyway, how's your story coming?"

"I just finished it," Fictionary said proudly.

"That's great," said Vincent, "what's it about?"

"Erm… it's a secret."

"You're not gonna even tell your own brother?"

"Nnope."

"I think Big Mac's a silly influence on you," chuckled Vincent, noting Big Macintosh's usual responses "eeyup" and "nnope".

Suddenly, the monkey dove at Fictionary and started tickling her playfully.

"Hey, that tickles!" she giggled.

"Archibald! That was not very polite," Vincent scolded.

"Ah, lighten up; he's funny!"

"I want him to be more polite and mature," said Vincent.

"Aw, you're no fun," Fictionary pouted.

"Come along, Archibald," said Vincent, "time to learn how to act responsibly." And he led the monkey into the bathroom.

"I have a feeling this will not end well," Fictionary said to herself, watching them go upstairs. Not long after they'd left, she began to feel a little nervous.

"I've never read in front of a large crowd before," she said to herself, "let alone make a performance in front of any crowd. What if they laugh at me?"

As she thought, she heard a noise that sounded like it came from the bathroom.

"Ugh! Not on me!" she heard Vincent exclaim, "Toothpaste on the brush!"

Fictionary just chuckled. "Sounds like somepony's having troubles."

Vincent then came out of the bathroom, his mane covered with toothpaste.

"Is that a new mane shampoo you're using?" asked Fictionary innocently.

"Ha, ha, ha," said Vincent sarcastically, rolling his eyes, "very funny. Anyway, I'm off to Carousel Boutique to see if Rarity can make a suit for Archibald."

"Playing dress-up with the mares, are we?" Fictionary teased.

"Oh, behave yourself," said Vincent, as he playfully gave his sister a noogie. Archibald followed suit by squirting toothpaste in his mane and giving his new master a noogie.

"Oi!"

"Silly monkey," giggled Fictionary.

"But not for long!" declared Vincent, "Just you wait!"

And on that note, he and Archibald departed.

"Maybe you can suggest toothpaste shampoo to Rarity?" Fictionary teased.

"Cheeky little filly," Vincent said to himself as he closed the door behind him.

After her brother and Archibald had left, Fictionary went to the kitchen.

"Writing a story is thirsty work," she said, pouring herself a glass of water. She then looked at the clock.

"The competition will be starting soon!" she cried, and Fictionary raced out the door with her story.

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On the way to the competition, Fictionary ran into her fellow Cutie Mark Crusaders, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle.

"Hiya, Fictionary," said Apple Bloom.

"Hi girls," replied Fictionary, "I'm on my way to the reading competition."

"Have you written up your entry?" asked Sweetie Belle.

"Yes I have," said Fictionary.

"What is it?" asked Scootaloo.

"It's a secret."

"But can't y'all at least tell us the title of yer story?" asked Apple Bloom.

"If I told ya, it wouldn't be a secret, would it?"

"Good point," said Sweetie Belle.

"So are ya excited to be in the competition, Fictionary?" asked Apple Bloom.

"To be honest," said Fictionary, "I'm a bit nervous. I've never stood in front of any crowd of any size before!"

"I've been there before," said Sweetie Belle.

"So don't worry a thing," said Scootaloo, "you'll be fine."

"Well, I'm gonna go see Rarity for a bit," said Sweetie Belle, "see you at the competition." And she trotted off in the direction of Carousel Boutique.

Fictionary felt better, but deep down inside, she was still a little scared.

I couldn't bear Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon mocking me again if I look like a fool in front of the crowd, she thought, if that were so when I reach marehood, I'd be the laughingstock in all of Ponyville!

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A short while later, the fillies arrived at the competition.

"Well, this is it," said Fictionary.

"Good luck, Fictionary," said Apple Bloom.

"Don't you mean, break a leg?" asked Scootaloo.

"Oh, right," Apple Bloom corrected herself, "break a leg."

"Why would I need to injure myself?" asked Fictionary.

"It's a figure of speech," explained Scootaloo.

"Oh," said Fictionary, "now I feel like those witches from Macbray…"

"Don't mention his name!" cried Apple Bloom.

"Why?"

"Sayin' the title of the Scolttish Play out loud is considered bad luck!"

"Sorry," said Fictionary, "I just didn't know that saying that would be a bad thing."

"Well, now you do," said Scootaloo. They had just arrived as Dinky Doo was finishing her story.

"The end," the light grayish violet unicorn filly said proudly. The story she'd written was about a tough stallion named Fluffy. It sounded really silly, as who would take anypony with a name like Fluffy seriously?

Most of the audience found the story to be rather amusing; the only ones who didn't were – of course – Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.

"I can't believe they hated my story," Diamond Tiara sniffed.

"To be honest," said Silver Spoon, "all you did was write a list of hurtful things to say to blank flanks."

"Whose side are you on?"

"I'm just saying."

Just then, somepony from the audience pointed outside.

"Look!" he laughed, "Some fool's chasing a monkey!"

The fool turned out to be Vincent van Colt, still chasing after Archibald.

"Come back here!" the Pegasus stallion shouted. This made the other ponies laugh at his predicament, but Vincent was unconcerned about the other ponyfolk laughing at him.

Fictionary had seen what the crowd was laughing at and chuckled to herself.

"I warned him," she said. The light blue unicorn filly was so busy laughing at her brother's expense she'd forgotten about being nervous.

Suddenly, there was a crash; Vincent had run head first into a banana stand, which caused bananas to go everywhere!

"Where has my life gone wrong?!"

The crowd continued laughing, but some ponies were concerned if Vincent was alright. He was, and very foolish too.

"I've got to find Fluttershy," he moaned.

"Hey! You gotta pay for all those bananas!" the banana salespony remarked.

"Oh, for the love of apples…!"

Cheerilee addressed the audience. "And now," she said, "our next reader is Fictionary van Colt."

"Oh my, that's me!" Fictionary had nearly forgotten she was partaking in the competition. Quickly, she grabbed her story and ran up to the stage.

"My story," she said, "is called A Colt's Guardian."

"Sounds like a boring story," sniffed Diamond Tiara.

"Oh, be quiet!" snapped a light gray Pegasus colt named Rumble, "I want to hear the story."

Diamond Tiara hated it when she was told to shut up, so she just sat and pouted. Onstage, Fictionary began her story…

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Once upon a time, there was a small kingdom ruled peacefully by two sisters. One day, a stallion nopony knew came to this kingdom, hoping for a better life. At first, he got along well with the villagers, but a pair of mean-spirited mares didn't like him. So they decided to spread lies about him to the other villagers.

When they heard the lies, they thought the stallion had told them and wanted to chase him out of town. Angry and upset that they would accuse him of a crime he didn't commit, he attempted to take his life with a bottle of poison. But what he didn't know was that the pages of the potion book he read were stuck together, and he ended up with a sleeping potion instead, falling right to sleep.

The sisters had heard what was going on and were very angry with the villagers. The elder sister scolded them severely.

"You should know better than to jump to conclusions before knowing the truth!" she snapped at them, "When this mess is cleared, you will apologize for false accusations. And if this happens again, then you will all spend a week in the dungeon!"

The younger sister decided to visit the colt in his dreams to try and make him feel better.

That night, she used her magic to enter the stallion's dreams and ask him what the matter was.

"I've had a very tragic past," he said sadly, "my parents died when I was a colt, my previous home was destroyed, and my fiancé was poisoned the night before our wedding. All I wanted was to find a new home to start over."

"I understand," said the younger sister, "but you must know that you have to let your past go; the more you dwell on the pain you felt, the more it will hurt."

The stallion understood this and promised he would. The following morning, the villagers apologized to him one by one for turning against him.

When the two mares were found to be the culprits, the elder sister sentenced them to death, but their mothers pleaded that their lives be spared. So the younger sister instead banished them to the moon.

"Let this be a reminder," said the elder sister, "of what happens when you spread lies about others."

And from that day onwards, no more lies were spread about the stallion ever again, and he was able to let go of his tragic past. Shortly after, he married the younger sister, and they all lived happily ever after.

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When Fictionary finished her story, the crowd roared with applause… all expect for Diamond Tiara.

"How dare they almost sentence those mares to death," said Diamond Tiara, "right, Silver Spoon?"

But even the light gray Earth filly was clapping.

"It looks like we have a winner for our competition," said Cheerilee.

Just as Fictionary was accepting her award, there was a flash behind her. Turning around, she noticed there was something on her flank – a book with a pencil writing in it!

"I don't believe it!" gasped Fictionary, "I got my cutie mark!"

"This calls for a PARTY!" cried Pinkie Pie, who suddenly burst from the audience.

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Later at the Metrostallion House, there was a huge cute–ceañera party for Fictionary. The Cutie Mark Crusaders were there too, but they seemed sad.

"We're happy for ya, Fictionary," said Apple Bloom.

"But now that you've got your cutie mark," Sweetie Belle added, "I guess you don't wanna be our friends anymore."

"Why would I think that?" asked Fictionary, "At least I'm not a mean-spirited snob like a certain filly I could mention…"

"So we'll still be friends?" asked Scootaloo.

"Of course," smiled Fictionary, "cutie marks or no cutie marks, you're still my friends."

"Hey, where's Vincent?" asked Applejack.

"Surely he'd be here for his own sister's party," agreed Rainbow Dash.

At that moment, Vincent arrived with Archibald, shortly followed by Fluttershy.

"Oh, hey everypony," said Vincent, "what's the occasion?"

"Dontcha know?!" asked Pinkie, "Fictionary just got her cutie mark!"

"She what?"

"I got my cutie mark after winning the reading competition with my story," said Fictionary proudly, "A Colt's Guardian was inspired by a real incident to somepony I know…"

"Who?"

"You, silly," Fictionary chuckled.

"Me?" Vincent was surprised. "You wrote a story based on me?"

"Yes, I have," said Fictionary, sounding a little nervous, "is that a bad thing?"

"Actually, no," said Vincent, "I just never knew what I went through weeks ago would be made into a story."

"Well, let's not get our hopes up that it'll become a movie one of these days," Fictionary said as a joke.

"You never know," chuckled Vincent.

"Heard you had a bit of an incident with a monkey," snickered Rainbow Dash, "I bet you went bananas."

Her joke resulted in a few laughs.

"Well, at least I don't have crushes on a certain Wonderbolt," Vincent retorted.

His snaky comment was met with "oohs". Rainbow Dash's cheeks went bright red and her wings became fully extended.

"At least I didn't get hit in the face by something!"

Suddenly a pie shot out of nowhere and hit her in the face.

"You were saying?"

Rainbow Dash didn't reply; she just sulked and went to get her face cleaned.

"I hate poetic justice…" she muttered.

"Well, no offense, Vincent, but yer not a pretty sight at the moment," said Applejack, before holding her nose, "sheesh, and ya smell so bad!"

"You think?" Vincent deadpanned.

"Eeyup," replied Applejack, "what've y'all been rollin' in?"

"Well," said Vincent sheepishy, "let's just say it wasn't exactly chocolate the monkey threw at me."

Archibald just giggled and made monkey noises, but he stopped when Fluttershy briefly gave him The Stare.

"I can't believe he threw bum candy at you," laughed Fictionary, "I was right when I said you should have asked for help."

Vincent didn't reply; the stink did all the talking for him. Silently, he gave Fluttershy a wink, who performed the stare on Fictionary, who stopped laughing.

"Perhaps it would be best if I gave you a wash?" suggested Rarity.

"Second best news I've heard all day," smiled Vincent.

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What nopony knew was that far on the outskirts of Ponyville, two unknown unicorn mares were watching. One of them was a very pale blue and the other was yellow-orange.

"There it is, Icy Heart," the yellow-orange unicorn said in a moderate Scolttish accent, "Ponyville; the home to that van Colt I told you about."

"I see," said Icy Heart, not sounding very impressed, "and you are sure he is here?"

"Yes," the other unicorn replied, "once I'm through with Vincent, he'll regret the day he ever broke up with Golden Lass!"

"The last plan you had at getting back at him was convincing those two brats to spread lies about him," Icy Heart butted in.

"That was a minor setback," countered Golden Lass, "never work with foals or animals, I suppose."

"Any reason why I am here?" came a third voice. It sounded like two voices slightly out of sync, as if it were an echo.

The voice came from a very dark gray pony-like creature with a dark cerulean mane and tail, harlequin eyes, and very deep opal eyeshadow. She had a twisted unicorn horn, tattered insectoid wings, sharp fangs, blue-green chitinous plating over her midsection, and wore a small black crown tipped with blue orbs. Her legs, wings, mane and tail were full of holes, and she had no cutie mark.

"Patience, Chrysalis," said Golden Lass.

"The sooner I have my vengeance on Twilight Sparkle and her friends, the better," said Chrysalis.

Golden Lass stared out at Ponyville again.

"Brace yourself, Vincent van Colt," she declared, "you'll pay for breaking up with me, I swear it!"

"And when I'm through with you, Twilight Sparkle," said Chrysalis, "you'll wish you never intervened with my plans at the Royal Wedding!"

"If my daughter is around here," said Icy Heart, "then I think I'll pay her a visit."

"And soon, the three of us shall rise and take over all of Equestria!" finished Golden Lass, "Then no one will ever say no to me ever again!"

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Uh-oh! Never expected Queen Chrysalis to return, did ya? She, Golden Lass and Icy Heart will play bigger roles in future chapters to come, and to let you know, Golden Lass' objective is to make Vincent's life miserable as possible, Queen Chrysalis' is to get revenge on the Mane Six, and Icy Heart's will be revealed in time.

Expect an edited version of Risky Romance very soon!