A lot of events happen in a short amount of time So each section will be labeled for each of the main characters that the events will Correspond with. Also for those who have been waiting the mane six shall now be making themselves more known. Enjoy the shitstorm. Also, later in the chapter there is a tiny bit of gore, although I did dumb down the details so that I would not half to add the gore tag.

The evening sun fell below the horizon and the moon now drifted into the night air. The cold dirt path was before the young lovers as they made their way towards the dance. Although the school dance was not the only celebration going on that night.  Pinkie Pie's famous hearts and hooves party was well underway and it was going to be a night to remember.

Or forget if one consumed too much cider.

Tonight was meant for a night of love, everypony now took their separate directions in hopes of finding their special pony for the evening. To the young couple though, it was just them. The young colt Gary now strode forward like a stallion that now had everything he ever wanted. The unconditional love of a filly by his side, whom was dressed up in a light cream number with red lace seams.

Twist stuck to Gary like glue, in her mind nothing in the world could touch her. Everything was perfect, she was completely content. Tonight though, deep down inside tucked away on her darker half. She wanted to rub it in Diamond Tiara’s face that she had won the battle.

Although she didn’t know it.

“I love you.” Twist whispered for nearly the thousandth time that evening.

“I love you too.” Gary returned with just as much love and affection.

“Blaw!” Scootaloo said as she trotted passed, “Get a room you two.” The filly didn’t hear the snickers if the inside joke they now shared as she went by. She had one thing on her mind. Rainbow Dash tonight was the night. She knew everything she had to do.

She knew it meant telling Gary’s secret, they were good friends to be sure. He must have his reasons for faking his own death. This was for love though, so he wouldn’t be mad.

Selfie had been next to Sweetie Bell’s side since the spa. Tonight was her night, she had not asked for permission to date. She already knew the answer, the gypsy said so. She was a little hesitant at first when she thought about it. Although her view on romance was completely limited. She didn’t even know if what she was feeling was love or not.

So when she stretched her hooves as wide as she possible could, she marked it at almost a whole three feet.  That is how much she loved her brother and sister, three feet. The obvious answer must have been that if her friends loved her that much then she could do the same.

She was a big girl now, so the filly cooked up a great idea on how to test just how much Sweetie Bell loved her.

Mary was nowhere to be found after she left the spa, like everypony else. Her mind was set on one pony.  The pony that touched her heart, even if he didn’t mean too, Big Mac.  Sure, she was sad that he didn’t show up to her birthday. He said he had a good reason, but never told her what it was. Since then she visited him every day on her breaks, which was often. She was the cloud director, she chose her own breaks.

She was going to tell him, no matter the answer she would get in return. She knew deep down that love conquered all; she knew that there are others mares out there pining for his affection. She wasn’t going to lose out to them.

Derpy was already at the dance well before the DJ got there. She was on a mission to hunt down the colt that had been teasing and bullying her poor Dinky. Tonight was not about romance or cheer for the doting mother, it was finally seeing this mean colt getting his come upping.

Dinky loved her mother and family, she had the magical potential to become to the sage. Alas, when it came to matters of the heart, she was just as lost as Selfie.  She had never experience love, she really couldn’t tell the difference. She never got the small click of attraction that came when she met other ponies.

Tonight though, tonight would be the night that she finally feels the click.

Featherweight was pissed; the colt that promised to tell him how to get on Dinky’s good side never said a word. As they both were shuffled off to each other’s rooms before he could say a word. Now the colt did not know what to do, he only knew the first step. Tell her he was sorry.

^_^_^_^_^_^_^Diamond Tiara & Silver Spoon^_^_^_^_^_^_^

Silver Spoon tread softly on the ground in front of her as she tried to avoid the thorny bushes that would tear her favorite purple dress. The dim lighting that was given off by the light of the dance nearby was enough for her to safely traverse the ground. “DT are you here? Wow!”

Silver Spoon got her answer as the filly stepped out of the shadows. Diamond Tiara was pressed to the nine, her mane was tied back with pink and red ribbons. She was wearing a half-laced full stitched red dress with pink underlays that compliment her delicate frame to the letter. “Did you get Rumble to agree?”

Silver Spoon snapped back to reality, “Yes, it wasn’t easy either. I had to burn the negatives of the photos. He agreed to help as long as the photos don’t get out.”

Diamond rolled her eyes, “Well I know that, don’t worry as long as he plays out his part tonight is going to go over perfectly.”

Silver Spoon nodded, “So what do you want to do after?”

The filly whipped her mane back, “I’m one of his best friends, what do you think I’ll do?”

Silver Spoon smiled, “Were you able to get the flower on Twist’s dress?”

“Oh course, I ran into some trouble though and I had to pay for some dress she stole. It however worked out in my favor. Now all we need to do is sit and wait.” The filly got a small rush from all of her hard work coming to fruition. Just wait for me my sweet, that four-eye dateless wonder won’t be able to touch you any longer.

^_^_^_^_^_^_^ Gary & Twist^_^_^_^_^_^_^

“Can I tell them?”

“No.” Gary said affirmatively. “I don’t want the whole world knowing our love life. After a while sure, but not now.”

Twist didn’t care, the second she got a chance; she was going to tell everypony.  The filly however was enjoying something far grander than the bliss of intimacy. It was something she had never experience before, and thanks to Gary’s cutie mark on the fritz it was all the more sweet.

It was envy, the filly felt the stares of jealousy from mares and fillies alike. She never had this much attention in her life before and all she was doing was walking next to her special somepony.  She knew she shouldn’t feel that way, but she did, and it felt good.

Gary on the other hoof had something completely different on his mind. He ignored the jealous looks of anything other than his beloved. He was quite in fact the most loyal of ponies when it came down to romance. There was though a flaw, something that was itching away at him.

It was his mane.

Normally it was a dark shade of black, and in some light a deep blue. After the romantic evening with Twist in the spa, the was a jet white stripe going right now the middle of his mane. “I look like one of those emo ponies that say how bad life sucks.”

Twist liked it, “It looks cute on you!”

Says my special somepony, I bet I could put banana peels in my mane and you would think it was fabulous. “I don’t know, it just makes me look weird.”

Both sets of ears shot up as the first slow song began to play. Twist eagerly trotted ahead to the dance floor, or the patch of grass next to the school that was meant for the Foal Ball. She froze; this was indeed the Foal Ball. All the colts and fillies were split in two and both lined up against the edges of the dance floor.  Each looking at the other side like they were aliens.

“Nopony is dancing…” Twist said.

The colt finally caught up and it only took a moment for him to understand, “There just embarrassed is all.  They don’t want anypony thinking they are weird because they danced with a colt.”

This was the moment she wanted, to glide along the dance floor with her beloved. Now it felt like hundred pound weights have been attached to her hooves.

The tempo of the music began to pick up. Well now or never. The colt was the first to step out on the floor, every set of eyes on both sides of the floor now followed his every step. So much for not wanting to attract undue attention.  He exhaled as he wrapped his tail tightly around Twist’s.

Twist however couldn’t move, then she locked eyes his with his. “Come on Twist, it’s just you and me.”

His voice of music to her ears. He slowly stepped backward as she got lost in the emerald green pools of his eyes.

^_^_^_^_^_^_^Rainbow Dash & Scootaloo^_^_^_^_^_^_^

It was on the far side of the encampment where the rainbow maned pegasus sat. All she wanted to do was sail the skies to clear her mind. The death of the stallion that fixed her wing, her favorite author, Gary. She didn’t want to admit the small affection she had for him. He was Mary Sue’s brother, she rather rip off her wings than to let that show mare know how she felt.

She still hated Mary.

It came quite a shock to her that one of her close friends, Fluttershy. Had a history with the stallion, since then she had learned lots about the stallion. From the events she recalled they shared a room together for a few months. The stories she told her bordered the realm of reality and fantasy.

It however was a small bandage to cover the hole in the mare’s heart. If she only knew about that day, she could have saved him. She never did trust that hospital. She even considered some more morbid ideas of joining the stallion in death.

Although that was under the influence of extreme cider consumption and bonds of loyalty, the idea since has never crossed her mind.

Now though, she was just living. Tonight was a night that she wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. She didn’t have a special somepony; she never felt the sting on loneliness that the holiday did bring.  She never really cared, until she met him.

He was gone though, and she was there. Only the few moments they shared together to help her ease her pains as she slowly recovered from her very first love.  She was a really late bloomer.

“DASH!” Scootaloo shouted at the top of her lungs.

Rainbow Dash snapped out of her mental lockout, “Huh, oh, Sup’ Scoots. When did you get here?”

“I’ve been calling your name for like a whole minute. I even shook you a few times. What gives?” The filly took her place of honor, right on her left side.

“Nothing much, just thinking about a few advanced flying tricks for the next flying competition,” she lied.

“Oh, that’s all? Hey Dash, this place is kind of lame so you want to ditch and go grab a bite to eat?” Maybe talk a bit, kiss a bit, kissing is good.

She shook her head, “Can't, I promised Cheerilee I watch you guys and make sure nopony fights or anything like that.”

As if on cue the cream coated colt pegasus charged passed, running for his every life. Following in hot pursuit was Derpy.

Both were silent as they watched the mare make several grabs for the not-so-innocent-colt. “Shouldn’t you stop her?”

Rainbow shrugged, “Nah.” The mare didn’t want to do anything, just sit and dream of what could have been.

“So…” ok, stay cool, if Twist can bridge the age gap you can too. “You want to hang out after the dance, I could go to your place and we can talk and junk.” The tone of her voice gave a little more away than she wanted too.

“Maybe Scoots,” Good thing Rainbow Dash was completely and utterly dense on that subject matter. As hard as she tried though her mind kept being pulled back to the memory of the passed author, then she remembered. “Hey, you go to school with that Gregory kid, what’s he like?”

Not now, let’s talk a little bit more before I have to talk about him. “He’s cool, for a colt. I’m not a huge fan of colts though, they're gross and stuff.” Hint at the idea.

Rainbow Dash chuckled, “You say that now, but in a few years you will be looking at them in whole new light.”

That’s not what I meant. Maybe try the more direct, less direct approach. “Dash, you're cool and great at everything you do. So say if there was a pony you like and you wanted to tell them how you felt… what would you do to tell them?”

Little did the filly know how close to home she actually hit. “If it were me… I would move the clouds and write our names in it. If that didn’t work I would kiss him in front of a huge crowd. Make it a giant spectacle.”

Scootaloo made up her mind; she couldn’t fly so moving clouds were out of the question. “Dash… can I tell you something behind that tree.”

^_^_^_^_^_^_^Mary & Big Mac^_^_^_^_^_^_^

Mary drifted over the skies of the apple orchard. Her mind now dead set on the prize, Big Mac. It took every ounce of her being to muster the courage to confess. Although in her mind it was the biggest secret in the world. No pony knew of her heart felt wonder save for her younger sister, whom she figured didn’t care too much. With everything going on with Gary and Twist and moving, she had very little time to pursue her own love.

So she made time while she worked.

Tonight was going one of three ways, either he would return her affection and she would have her own special somepony. He would tell her no, in which case she would be spending the night with the gallon of ice cream she had prepared before she left.

Or things would go extremely well and he would take her on a bale of hay. She highly doubted that last one, but a mare can dream can't she? It was the frolic, and the frolic made no exception to the mares it affected.

The mare landed right on the doorstep of the house, her nerves were that of steel. Her hopes and dreams now fueled her passion. She was finally ready. She knocked on the door with a hard slam.

The door shattered. Oh crap.

Right behind the pile of door shards stood the piercing glare of her former friend, Applejack. She had been waiting next to the door for well over four hours. “Finally get here, and you break ma’ door.”

“I… err. Um. I’m sorry.” She bowed her head low. Mary was going to fix it with her magic, but she had been preparing for this day. She knew Applejack didn’t like magic used on her farm.

Applejack sighed, “Tain't nothin we can’t fix. I’ve been waiting for you to show your muzzle.”

Mary raised a brow, “How did you know I was coming?”

“Well let’s just say it’s a mares intuition.  That, and you been showing up three times a day for the past week. I figure you been planning something sooner or later, today being Hearts and Hooves day just added to ma’ suspicions.”

Her plan was seen from a mile away, “So… can I go see him?”

Applejack didn’t say anything as she set down a small light blue journal before the alicorn mare. “Before you go running off to the barn, I want to show you something that you might be interested in.”

Mary was extremely suspicions at first as she opened the journal.

Today was another hard day in the field, Apple Bloom fell asleep in the southern orchard and I had to move the baskets. I didn’t have the heart to wake her from her nap.

“This is Big Mac’s journal!” Mary’s eyes went wide as the treasure trove of information that was now at her hooves.

Applejack smirked and nodded, “I came across that the other day, normally I don’t snoop. Although a certain page caught my eye, turn to page one ninety four.”

Mary eagerly paged through the journal, the page was easy to find. What she say sent a shiver down her spine, a good one. It was a candid photo of her backside; the wind caught it just right as her whole under side was completely exposed. “How did he get a photo of me?”

Applejack snickered, “I don’t know, so I did a bit of digging and I found a couple other shots of you that you might be interested in seeing. Although some are kind of… sticky.” Mary’s whole body went scarlet. “Now I know it’s a huge invasion of your privacy, but you should read the last page of the journal.”

Mary was slightly hesitant; she didn’t want to find a sticky photo of herself.

January 15, I saw Mary again today. She stopped by on her break, what kind of job gives a mare that many breaks in a day? I keep telling her about the trees, for some reason she hasn’t grown bored with it. I tried to tell her, but I just couldn’t.  Applejack said I should try and ask her out on a date. I overheard her talking with Granny Smith, they think I’m gay. I know Mary would never go for a simply farm pony. Tomorrow though, weather she says yes or no. I have to tell her how I feel.

Mary’s mouth dropped, quite literally. It was border lining unhinging itself from her face and falling on the floor. He likes me, he actually like me? ”Oh my god he likes me!” she could hardly contain herself. This was the best case scenario, tonight was the night.

“Now don’t go counting your chick—“ Applejack was cut off. Mary bolted straight for the barn. Applejack snickered, “Well, now we know he isn’t gay.”

The mare cracked open the barn door, there he was. The muscle bound stallion, his body glistened with sweat from a hard day’s work. What caught her eyes was what he was moving.

A large square hay bale, her greatest fantasy might just become reality.

Mary gave herself away before she set a single hoof into the barn, the alicorn made the whole entire farm smell like her. She pulled out all the stops as she strode forward towards her stallion.

“Evening Big Mac.” She said in a sultry voice.

Big mac was not dumb in the ways of knowing when a mare is in heat. He was nearly bowled over by the smell of the mare; she wanted him to know she was interested.  Her tail batted back and forth as she tried to mix more the air with her essence. She was gunning for a night on that hay bail.

Big Mac swallowed a large pool of saliva that had formed in his mouth, “Evening Mary.”

Mary shut the barn door, now the only light in the room was the two lanterns that hung from the ceiling above. “I want you ask you something Big Mac.” She wasn’t in the mood for games.

Big Mac was starting to feel the effect that was in the air, it smelled like burning ginger. “I ummm.” Words failed him; he didn’t expect to see Mary until he worked up the courage to see her later that night. Now she was in front of him, and the smell was more than a dead giveaway to what she was after.

He was more than willing to help; all he needed was a nudge.

Mary however wanted to completely secure her victory. With a flash, the blue bound journal appeared inches above her head. “Is there something you wanted to ask me?”

Normally, due to the lack of stallions in the region. Mares would customarily be the ones to ask the stallions. Although there was a small chance of Mary being on the receiving end.

Sweat began to pour down the stallion’s neck, there was a lot more in that journal than what Mary or Applejack saw. Some stuff that could land him prison time if found out. He was a honest and hardworking stallion, but every ponies has their secret, he was no exception.

Mary couldn’t wait any long, and she only gave him all of four seconds to ask. She looked into his eyes, “Big Mac… I know this may shock you.” Even though I left thousands of hints. Yet somehow you didn’t notice. “I have really liked you for a long time.”

Big Mac nearly fell at the startling revelation.

“I’ve been watching you and it seems you been watching me too.” He blushed; he really had been watching her for a long time. “So… since we both like each other. Would you be my special somepony?”  She batted her huge pink eyes playfully.

Within the matter of two minutes the stallion got what he desired, “Eenope.”

“I love you too…” Mary blinked. “What?”

“Eenope,” he repeated. It was just for a moment and if she wasn’t staring right into his eyes she wouldn’t have noticed. They turned black. “Gary is a far better match for you. I could never give you the love he could.” The words fell out like a hot iron and stung just as deep.

Mary back stepped, she had never told Big Mac about her brother. Selfie was mention here and there but never Gary. That however wasn’t at the forefront of her mind. “But, you like me! Why?”

The stallion just blinked, “What are you talking about?”

Mary was getting pissed, “You said you like me! Here!” Mary threw the journal on the ground and opened it. “Right… here?”

She tried to find the last entry, or any entry. The journal was completely blank and void of any mark. Even the candid photo was now a blank sheet. What’s going on here?

^_^_^_^_^_^_^Selfie & Sweetie Bell^_^_^_^_^_^_^

Both walked side by side. Neither wanting to leave each other for a moment.  Selfie was dressed in a gem coated ash colored dress that matched her coat. The fabric was that of Prance Silk, one of the highest grades known to pony kind.

It was now covered in mud, burs, grass stains, soot and pudding. Well worth the thousand bit price tag.

Sweetie Bell waited patiently. She knew what was about to happen. The gypsy herself said that Selfie liked her. Although in not so many words. It was simple process of elimination. When Selfie asked her to come with her to Diamondback Ridge it all but confirmed her suspicions.

She decided not to wear a dress, she didn’t know where her sister went. Although she know what would happen to her if she found out she took a dress a half a mile through trees, bushes and mud puddles.

Although there was something on the back of her mind. It was the idea of dating and not just that, dating a filly. It was not a foreign concept, she read in of her sisters diaries that she had experimented with the same sex once or twice. Still, the norm was the colt/filly combo.

There were a few colts that she had admired, and even a few that liked her. This was the first time that a filly was attracted to her. Although the situation with Silver Spoon was almost completely forgotten.  The moonlit night lit the entire area well enough for both of the fillies. Selfie however still needed to test her friend to see if she loved her just as much.

“So… now that we're here? Did you want to ask me something?” Sweetie Bell said in an innocent voice. It was more than obvious that she wanted her to ask. This was all her idea.  It was her job to act surprised.

Selfie however was going back and forth near the rocky edge trying to find patch of dirt. Most of the ground was hard, when inspiration struck her. She found two rocks.  Before Sweetie Bell she put down a rock, it was hard to measure the distance in the dark so she stood on her hind legs and stretch as wide as she could, and marked the ground.

Sweetie Bell was completely lost to what was actually going on.

Selfie sat opposite her on the hard ground under the tree. “Sweetie Bell, how much do you like me?” It came out as a question one would ask at an interview.

Sweetie Bell raised a brow, “A lot.”

“How much?” She tapped the ground twice.

“You want me to... measure how much I like you?” Sweetie Bell was stumped; either Selfie was a metaphorical genius about to go into detail about the intricacies of relationship and the willingness to how far one would go for a pony they cared for.

Or Selfie had no clue what she was talking about.

Thankfully, Sweetie Bell was three months older than Selfie. Sweetie Bell mimicked her action as she stretched her hooves as wide as she could. Selfie marked the ground the best she could. Indeed she did love her more, a whole inch more.  The filly sighed with relief. She was able to return her affection and more.

She shook herself, she was not done. There was still a very important question to ask. Selfie had the right to say she was ready as she passed the threshold into adulthood long ago. In her dress was the next trial for the young Sweetie Bell.

“So… Selfie you know it’s getting dark out. Really, scary, dark, if only I had a special somepony to comfort me to ease my sheer terror…” she said, trying to be as blunt as pony possible.

Selfie didn’t catch on, she reached into her dress and pulled not one but three prepackaged plastic cups of chocolate pudding. Selfie knew she was ready for a relationship, what she didn’t know was if Sweetie Bell was. “I want you to eat all three cups.” She said firmly.

“Huh?” Sweetie Bell deadpanned.

“I want you to eat all three cups.” She repeated.

“Seriously?” She nodded.  Sweetie Bell sighed; this was making no sense to her in the slightest. It took a few minutes to consume the tasty treats. This felt more like an initiation to a weird club than anything. Once the pudding was gone Selfie examined the cups to make sure no foul play had been taken.

All three were completely consumed, save for a tiny bit that could not be taken with a spoon.  Close enough.

The alicorn filly smiled, Sweetie Bell had passed both of her tests. Then it hit the tiny filly, she needed to ask. The gypsy said she would say yes, but still. Now she was nervous. All the bravado that came to this moment left in just moments. “Well…”

Sweetie Bell smiled, “So…” the filly tried to coax the question.

“GEMS!”

^_^_^_^_^_^_^Gary & Twist & Diamond Tiara^_^_^_^_^_^_^

The colt needed a breather; it was a nice change to move around so much as opposed to sitting in front of a desk writing Daring Do. His hooves were sore and he had long since abandon the coat he was wearing.

Twist was in the same boat, it was four songs of pure bliss where the entire world was just her and her special somepony.  Nothing in the world could tear them apart.

“Well don’t you two look cute together?” The dolled up filly made her appearance. Next her was a colt who looked like he rather be sleeping.

“H-hey Diamond,” Gary said nearly breathlessly, he was still trying to catch his breath. “So who is this guy?”

“Nopony special,” she said playfully. “It’s just Rumble my special somepony.”

Both Gary and Twist looked confused, “That was fast, how that worked out for you?”

“Well you know how things just happen, he told me how he really felt just a little bit ago. One thing led to another and now here we are. Isn’t that right hunny bunny?”  Diamond Tiara said as he nuzzled Rumble’s side.

“That’s right… Pookie Bear.” Rumble shivered as the words fell out of her mouth.

Twist couldn’t form the words, Rumble was known as one of the most popular colts in school. He could pick and choose, but he choose Diamond Tiara.

Gary leaned in, “I told you she didn’t like me,” Gary said with smug victory. He looked back, “So what are you two up to now?”

“Well we both saw you two cutting up the dance floor so I had this crazy idea since you did promise me a dance and all if you wanted to trade partners for the next song?”

“Thure,” Twist said, Gary raised a brow, and he thought she would still be against her having any contact ever.  

Diamond Tiara smiled, hook line and sucker. “That’s great, I hope you don’t mind though. Rumble has two left hooves.” Both fillies eyed each other as they crossed each other’s paths.

“Just remember Diamond, you get only one thong.” Twist blushed, “You know what I mean!”

“All I need is one,” she said as she stood next to the colt. Victory is mine.

“I hope you don’t mind, Dinky picked out the next one.” Enjoy your only and only song you uppity brat.

The music started to play, both Gary and Diamond deadpanned. “You gotta be kidding me.” They both said in unison.

Rumble lead his dance partner across the dance floor and the two began to play out the motions.

Gary and Diamond just stood there. Either of them knew how to dance to this music. Every foal, filly and colt rushed to the floor. It had been the first song of the night that wasn’t meant for couples.

Several lines started to form as fillies grabbed and swung each other, only stopping for a brief moment too clop their hooves together. Gary had not caught his breath from the four straight songs that he had been put through before.

Diamond Tiara was having just as much trouble following the steps, her dress was built to be fashionable, the step were nearly impossible to follow. The worst part was this was nearly a no contact song. It was the last crucial step in the plan.

The filly needed to act fast, a ray of hope though broke from the sky, or more precisely directly behind Diamond Tiara. Derpy rounded the last corner a bit too fast in her chase for the colt.  The filly only needed to have close contact. She got far more than that as she was bowled over from behind right into the chest of the colt.

The massive momentum pushed the trio back against several colts and fillies joined the missive bolder of ponies.  Tumbling into more who join the group by getting one or more limbs. Until the massive pile of ponies finally hit the DJ booth.

Diamond Tiara finished the last thing she needed to do, she didn’t understand why. That last in the long list the gypsy say was that she needed to be holding him for well over ten seconds when they shared their dance. She clung to his chest for dear life for well over five minutes in the massive dog pile of ponies. She didn’t mind being sandwiched under Derpy; she was in her own bliss listening to the heartbeat of the colt.

Gary on the other hoof did care; he was on the very bottom of the pile. He didn’t care that his best friend was on top of him, he did care about the colt that was sitting on his face. It wasn’t a pleasant sight, or smell.

Finally the piled receded and the colt as the bottom was finally able to move again. He had now made up his mind that this would be the last school dance he would ever attend. Thankfully Diamond Tiara was there by his side as he wobbled back and forth trying to regain his bearings.

“Thank you Diamond.” He said.

“My pleasure,” it really was, she had never been that close to a colt before. A part of her start to long to hear his heartbeat again.

“Well i guess this dance would be a memorable one.” Gary said as he scanned the area. He didn’t want to admit he missed Twist even after only being gave for a few minutes. Still though it brought a small amount of joy know that he did.

“Let’s go find our special some ponies.” Diamond said as she helped the colt along.

Their search ended far quicker than both had anticipated, a large crowd had begun to gather at the far side of the center. Drawn by curiosity the pair made their way and joined the crowd.

Gary immediately regretted it as his blood turned ice cold. This must be a trick.

Twist was sitting here… He must have suffered a snake bite.

The colt squirmed as the filly… Twist is sweet and innocent, this must be an illusion.

The colt started to reveal the prize… Isn’t that nice of her, she is trying to reduce the swelling by applying pressure with her hooves.

 Diamond Tiara just stared on in disbelief, this was far better than anything she could have come up with. She followed the words of the gypsy to the letter. It was true; Gary would geld himself than cheat, if she wanted him to break up with her. She needed to cheat on him.

She didn’t now know how the event came to be or why Twist was give Rumble a hoof-job behind some bushes. She didn’t give a damn, this was perfect.

The sound of glass breaking in the background was heard, the young voyeurs finally noticed they had drawn a crowd, they seemed to be too busy to notice before. Now however, both were staring back like a deer caught in headlights.

This must be a lie, a cruel joke being played on me. Twist loves me, she is my special pony. She wouldn’t… were supposed to get married and have kids. She wouldn’t throw that all away. No this is a lie, a misunderstanding.

The tree that the colt was leaning on turned to ash.

The black shine in Gary’s tail was completely drained in one fell swoop. Like a inkwell being turned over. All that was left now was left was the purest form of white.

The colt had never thought it was possible, he didn’t even conceive the fact she could. It was something he had never been prepared for. His special talent was making females fall for him. He was loyal and honest, he loved her with every fiber of his being.

He gave up Glass for her.

Yet still he wasn’t prepared, the knife slowly worked its way into the colts chest.  He had no defense for it, he was Gary Stu. Mares fight to be by his side, yet still, nothing he could have done to prepare him. He could hear words, but nothing was coming through.  Diamond said something…

Then he locked eyes with the colt.  That’s it; he must have forced himself on her. Twist wouldn’t cheat on me. Rumble is a bad pony.

Bad pony.

Gary completely snapped.

His eyes faded as he lost consciousness, now only the core of his subconscious was driving his actions. He couldn’t see anything but Rumble, “Bad pony.”

The embers overtook his mane and tail, they didn’t not take on the normally bright yellow they always had. These were black and purple, black tendril flames latched onto the  four limbs and neck of the colt. The burned away into his flesh like hot irons. I think he is screaming, it looks like he is.

He is a very bad pony, it’s not nice to force others. Mother says so, bad pony needs to be punished.

Twist was shouting now and screaming and crying. She was in his line of sight; it was all that he could take notice of.  Bad pony, bad pony, bad pony.

 The colt finally fainted from the pain, did I break him?

“Selfie.”

Gary clearly heard the name of his sister as he turned his head. It was Sweetie Bell. She was covered in cuts and bruises, her eye had been slashed. There was blood trickling down her cheek. “Sweetie Bell?” Gary said as if he was still in his trance. She is hurt. I should help her.

The moment Rumble and Twist left his field of vision they were completely forgotten.

Two mares tried to pin him down as he walked towards Sweetie Bell. They weren’t allowed to touch him; he would only let Twist touch him. She was his special somepony, nopony else.  When he reached out to her, she shuddered. She dared not move, it only took one wave as the delicate blue flame worked over her entire body.

It was as if she had just stepped out of a bath, clean and pure not a single scratch could be found on her. Final she started to talk normal. Alas, the only word he was able to make out was Selfie. His body quite literally rejected all other words.

Even in his state he heard it, the ear piercing cry of the whistle that he had given Selfie oh so long ago.  It took him but a moment to judge the distance and direction. He finally realized that Selfie was in trouble.

He was already gone.  He cut a path through the sky, that night something was created. A sonic fire-boom.

It took thirteen seconds for Gary to get to the Diamondback Ridge. He was immediately greeted by a diamond dog running out of a cave.

“Bad Dog.” The hound did not feel any pain as his body turned to ash and then the ash burned away.  More of the creatures started pouring out of the cave entrance. Each one dying like the one before it.  Selfie must be in here.

Aimlessly and without provocation, all dogs before him were slaughtered without hesitation. All would know the price that should be paid for harming his sister.

Half way into the cave though, there were dead diamond dogs.  Some lay lifeless, while others were blown apart like they had been shot out of a confetti cannon.

Snap-Crunch

There he saw it as the end of the cave, it was completely covered in blood and fur. It looked back and him, its deep red eyes now eyed its next target. It opened its mouth as the diamond dog its was snacking on fell to the floor with a loud plop.

Then the stallion realized, the diamond dogs from before where not running at him, they were running away. Slowly the stallion started to come to his senses. “Where is my sister?” The stallion didn’t get a response as the beast hopped at him on all fours.

Gary didn’t have time to mess this animal.  He sent a black wave of his signature flames, his own creation, flames that could burn through existence.  “Die.” Gary commanded.

The flame shot out like a sharp blade whipping through the air. It cut through the stalactites and stalagmites like it was a hot knife through butter. The rock tips that fell turned to magma that melted several feet into the stone floor..

Although when it struck the beast it bounced off of it like he merely tossed a small rubber ball. The black flame struck the barrier protecting the beast, was amplified, turned pink, and redirected back at the stallion.

Gary hard barely a moment to dodge the incoming attack, alas, it hit his right foreleg. It was still his flames; they did what they were supposed to.  They cut off his leg like it was nothing, the stallion fell screaming in pain as the pink flames burned away on the flesh.

The beast was at his side a moment later, it claimed its prize as it started to consume the meat on what was his foreleg.  Gary could only watch, the beast was blinking. It was randomly stopping time around itself.

Just like his mother.

That was the last thought that passed through his mind as he slipped into the realm of dreams. “I’m a bad pony.”

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After getting the tip off from the masses on the events of the dance. She followed the scent of brimstone in the air to Diamondback Ridge.  The Trail was easy to follow from there as Gary’s hoof prints were burnt in the stone floor.

Although there was no sign of any diamond dogs, nothing in the slightest was different. Until she finally hit the deepest part of the cave where she found her siblings.

Gary  was pressed up against small rock pillar. His left foreleg had been severed off completely. Although there was no risk to his life. The bear flesh had been burned shut.

What was disturbing the mare what was in the crux of his hind legs using his inner thigh as a pillow; It was Selfie sleeping soundly like she had been resting on a pile of mattresses without a care in the world.

She was completely covered in blood, although none of it was her own.  Even now the stallion looked like he was shielding her from something.

From the blood that covered the walls of the cave it looked to her like a massacre had occurred. Yet, nothing was there. Not even Gary’s leg.