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Everyone loves tea.

Well, who doesn't love? But this good thing also has completely different approaches: someone has gourmet approaches and does not accept tea bags, but on the other hand, lovers of volume - the taste is not important, the main thing is to be sweeter and more. And today we will face the opinions of representatives of both tea approaches, in the form of two citrus sisters.
Which tea approach do you prefer?

Naturally, the picture would be incomplete if not A small (or not so small) story:

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The next night began to give way to the morning dawn, and it's time to go to the kitchen, brew strong morning tea. Lemon Freshfruit, although she is the head of a small factory of soft drinks, which clearly did not aim at an audience of certain gourmets, in itself she can be called that connoisseur of fine drinks. Especially tea. And her every day begins with a fragrant cup of tea, always with a slice of lemon or lime - a good way to cheer up! And the process of making tea itself is a rather intimate and meditative thing for Limonka, there is something pleasant in it: each cup of tea can be made unique and unrepeatable.

One selection of tea leaves is worth something: classic black tea - as an invariable basis, and then - according to mood. A little bit of mint, invigorating and giving a feeling of freshness, a pinch of bergamot to give a light bitterness, and where without sourness from a slice of lemon? And all this for one cup - no teapots, let alone blasphemous bags! Limonka is a supporter of tea ceremonies.

Watching the measured dance of tea leaves in boiling water, the pegasus heard steps shuffling on the floor in places, and after a moment Limonka's younger sister, Tangerina, appeared in the kitchen. Judging by her dress and early wakefulness, it became immediately clear that she had a sleepless night.

The tangerine pony walked up to the table and took from it a huge mug, from which several tea bag labels hung at once.
“Oh, cooled down, finally!” - the filly was delighted, and confidently moved closer to her sister. A look at her small cup traditionally created a little misunderstanding in the Mandarin's curly head: “Well, how can there be so little tea?”

Which she confirmed with her statement: “The best tea is the one that has a lot!” The filly proudly lifted the one and a half liter mug in front of her nose, hinting at the contrast in the amount of drinking, and then clung to it with obvious pleasure.

Lemon began to think that her sister was teasing her a little: she intentionally dragged on a pleasure-filled “Mmmm ...”, and smacked her lips a little. And then Tanguy made a sudden suggestion:
- Let's try friend-druzhkin teas, huh ?!

Um ... - a little embarrassed Lemon nevertheless put the cup on the saucer, and then moved her tea closer to her sister.

Without thinking twice, the youngest grabbed the cup with both hooves, but quickly put it in its place:
- Hey, hot!

There is a pen, - the pegasus reminded.

The earthpony didn't want to touch the handle, thinking instantly to lean over the cup to try to take a sip. But as soon as the sponges touched the cup and its contents, Tangerina instantly pulled back, really, as if scalded:
- Ho-rya-cho!

Pour a little on a saucer, - Limonka advised rather coolly.

Oh, and blow, right? - the earthpony awkwardly took the handle of the cup, and just as awkwardly poured a little in the saucer, naturally spilling a few drops of tea.

She took to blow on a saucer, so much so that a few more drops adorned the beige tablecloth. And then, after drinking a little, the opinion of the tangerine pony followed:
- Without sugar - how do you drink it? Too strong, and even bitter, a little sour because of the lemon ... it's impossible to drink. And you're still slurping boiling water!

But only in hot water, without sugar, the tea leaf reveals its palette of taste, and notes of bergamot give an interesting aftertaste! - tried to defend her variation of the Limonka drink.

Mhm! When is the mouth bitter? Such a quality! - abruptly removed the earthpony sister's tea from her, spilling it once again.

Meh ... - Lemon looked into the remaining volume of the cup, and then at her sister, who drank from her mug with the same pleasure. And then the pegasus was tempted to ask: - Well, you let me try yours!

Mm? - Tangerina was somewhat surprised, but then confidently put the mug right in front of the lemon pony: - Come on, try my best tea!

Pegasus turned out to be much more careful in her actions: at first she looked inside the mug, but its contents merged in color with the color of the inner surface, and only four tea bags contrasted in this environment. Twisting her muzzle, Limonka took these bags out of her mug. She sniffed the mug...nothing. Has the nose given up? I turned to my tea, and here it is - the aroma of real tea! Already not the best list of sister tea qualities, but the pegasus nevertheless decided to try it: a small sip from a heavy container and ...
- Ugh! Cham! - the filly suddenly spat and coughed. - Cold, and even ... Oh, how cloying it is! How many tablespoons of sugar do you add to it?

Two spoons! - Mandarin answered with an innocent smile.

What? Teahouses?

Almost! - Tanguy took out a huge spoon from the pocket of her apron, in terms of volume it was akin to half a ladle!

So this is a sauce spoon, - said the older pony.

Mm, I thought it was a large teaspoon. Does not matter! How do you like my tea?

Limonka glanced at the saucer, on which tea bags lay on one side, and her cup was shifted to the other. The tea left in Tangerina's saucer next to the bags was forced to recede due to the liquid leaking from them, it was almost transparent, and contrasted very much in color with the dark Lemonka tea, even a clear border was visible.

Is that what you call tea? Cold, sugary water - no more! Where is the tea?

Well, I've already brewed these sachets three times already...the second time they're a little more intense!

Limonka only breathed in surprise, but there were no words.

Well, what is it? Did not like? And I'm fine! Tangerina was confused at first. Without waiting for her sister's answer, she drank the rest of her "tea" in one gulp, sucked on the bags that had been lying on the saucer before, and then declared: - That's it, go to sleep!

After that, when the earth pony galloped off to the bedroom, the kitchen became quiet, and only drops of lemon tea flowing from the table, like a clock or a metronome, counted down a thoughtful pause of surprise no less than a lemon pony: it would seem - sisters, but with such diametrically opposite tastes! To each his own? And only for nothing spilled tea was a little insulting ...
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And now, after reading this story, which approach do you prefer: the sweet-voluminous approach of the Tangerine or the Limonkin approach of the connoisseur of teas?

Well, you can find more interesting MagnoSansp authorship by visiting the Edges of the Setting Sun.

Which tea approach do you prefer?

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Holiday skepticism

Greetings.
Naturally, everyone knows what holiday today is, you don’t even need to remind about it. Wherever you look, almost everywhere you can find its manifestations.
I can tell you one thing: I have no words for congratulations, it seems that I can’t come up with anything original. And is it necessary? And without me, you will be congratulated more than once, so I will stand aside from all this.
Wishes, all so the same, stereotyped ... And what is the meaning of them? I don't see it in simple terms. You can wish for anything, even the same success, even the same “less procrastination”, but, as my sister likes to say, “What the hell is it for?” After all, if the personality itself is not interested in the same successes, in reducing the proportion of the same tired, but so beloved laziness, then no words will fix anything at all!
So what is this holiday? A simple change of numbers in calendars? Lies about "miracles" for naive children? A reason for oversales from all sorts of merchants? A motive to spend a lot of money on a feast? Or is it a force that unites people? Each person has his own answer to this question, but my position is somehow very skeptical about all this.
But okay, you see the drawing of the holiday theme below, but ... can we do without congratulations and wishes? It won't affect anything anyway...

And the heroines of this sketch were two sisters: Astra and Astoria Prize, a couple from the year 2015, long forgotten by the person who invented them. But then a small “miracle” happened for these characters, and they again received attention.
The number of the scan of this drawing turned out to be interesting: three eights.

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The long-awaited Day of the Warming Hearth has arrived. As expected, the streets of all Equestrian cities turned out to be decorated with festive paraphernalia: here and there colorful garlands, windows and doors decorated with tinsel, bells, toys ... oh, you get tired of listing all the variety of these decorative elements.
And in the central squares and alleys of the cities, ponies gather, unite around tall, no less heavily decorated Christmas trees, sing songs, dance in circles, play snowballs and a whole lot of festive fun.
So the two Phillydelphian sisters, the unicorn Astra and the earth pony Astoria, decided not to sit at home that night, but went outside. More precisely, how ... This Astra native pony literally ate a bald patch with her proposal to walk around the city at night! And poor Astoria simply didn’t have a chance to just fall asleep ...
They walk along the central alley of the city, and the closer to the epicenter, the stronger the state of the unicorn dressed in a mantle became noticeable: it seemed to be waiting for some kind of miracle that was about to happen, its eyes were burning, a smile in its entire muzzle, and an obviously hasty gait . Earthpony can barely keep up with her older sister.
And when the spire of the central Christmas tree appeared from behind the hill, the unicorn, it seems, could hardly restrain herself from breaking into a gallop, with reverence, she scurried to the stairs, before that they went into the park. It seems that Astra was already nowhere happier, but now, seeing the Christmas tree and the ponies gathered around it, she joyfully jumped up on its hind legs, in one of her hooves it turned out not to understand where the "magic wand" with a star came from. She threw it up, trying to match it with the top of the tree standing down the alley below. The starry sky was painted with bright, colorful fireworks.
“Finally it happened again! - exclaimed happy Astra. - Let's go have fun, celebrate! Look how many ponies have gathered!
Astoria, however, did not share her sister's enthusiasm, her expression of muzzle without words expressed misunderstanding, a desire to express her “Astra, are you serious ?!” the skeptical earthpony felt so sick.
Despite the fact that Astoria is younger than her sister, it always seemed to her that she was much more mature than a unicorn, therefore she never shared Astra's literally foalish delight from this holiday. It's all fiction for foals and profitable ground for gift merchants, the earthponies thought.
Maybe there is some truth in her thoughts, but perhaps her skepticism is not so strong, since she is now here, next to her joyful sister? But in any case, there was no escape from the holiday ...
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Anyway, congratulations on nothing.

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Season nine finale

Broadcast time: 10/13/2019 from 03:00 Moscow time.

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And now the final text. Thanks to Vedont for proofreading.

20: One dream for two

Leisure is a magical and amazing, illusory time when you can devote yourself to whatever you want. It is especially illusory for monarchs, rulers of all Equestria, alicorn sisters, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. But if they still manage to carve out a couple of hours from their busy schedule and do something other than sitting on the throne, issuing decrees, meeting ambassadors and sending meetings, few can imagine what happens at this time behind the closed doors of their personal chambers.

But if you still look there with one eye, you can see how, for example, Princess Luna is sitting at her desk in a comfortable easy chair. A mug of something hot and fragrant floats nearby, next to it is a small plate with cookies. The alicorn itself, surrounded by papers, pens and inkwells, is in a state of deep thought. Her muzzle has a dreamily absent expression, and half-closed eyelids give the impression that she just dozed off.

But this impression is false. In the next second, she perks up, grabs the first sheet she comes across and diligently begins to write something down, drinking hot coffee and snacking on cookies. Even the most cunning spy, if he happened to look into these records, could not understand a single line, not a single character. Because they were special lunar runes used to describe dreams. Sometimes the Princess is satisfied with the result, and sometimes she crumples the leaf mercilessly and throws it aside. And only completely satisfied with the result, Luna nods approvingly, twists and puts the finished sheaf in a neat pile. At night they will still come in handy.

The usual balcony, the familiar cool breeze and the light of the moon, just at the behest of magic peeking out from behind the horizon. The princess took a deep breath and, like so many times before, fell into the darkness of the dream world. Today, in addition to the usual observation of the dreams of her subjects, she had something special. Burning with impatience, she went to one particular pony, who had just fallen asleep, judging by the haze of dream that had just begun to emerge around him.

The moon busily waved its hooves, driving away the dream that was striving to manifest itself. Today she has other plans for this pony. Pulling out a sheet of runes from her mane, she reread them several times, trying to memorize them, and set to work. The princess closed her eyes and concentrated on her feelings. It was necessary to start with something simple, say, a breath of breeze, barely perceptible, soft and slightly warm, bringing the smell of autumn leaves, apples and a little dampness. And in fact, she felt how this breeze tickled her fur.

Next, you need to create an image. Without opening her eyes, before the mind's eye of the Moon, a small autumn undergrowth formed, trees of an unrecognizable variety, a little bush, golden fallen leaves here and there. In the clearing you can see a farm nearby and their apple orchard, from where the enchanting aromas of fruits come from. Further away is a mountain range with snow-white peaks.

Luna opened her eyes: around her and the pony sleeping next to her, this very image really appeared. Everything looked almost real, and it was, to some extent, real, if you can even call it that in the world of dreams. With boundless dense darkness instead of the sky above, this landscape looked tremblingly uncomfortable and frightening. After consulting her notes, the princess continued her sleeping wonders. She squinted a little, as if the bright midday sun was shining into her eyes and, as if by magic, it appeared above the horizon.

Now it's the sleeper's turn. One of the guards, no longer young, is very tired in the service of the earthpony. Under the gaze of the princess, he turned into a young, stately colt, as he once was, according to archival photos. In gratitude for his service, for dedicating his whole life to his work, Luna wanted to do something special for him. Memories of his native home, of the nearby fishing line, of those days when he was young and full of strength. Give him the opportunity to experience all this, even in a dream.

Having once again checked whether she had forgotten anything, the Moon left the visibility zone in this dream, not forgetting to “wake up” the owner in it before leaving. His incomprehension, embarrassment, and then delight in the eyes were the best reward for the Princess. The way the foal galloped between the trees, the way it rolled in the autumn foliage, like an unintelligent foal, enjoying youth with might and main, enthusiastically inhaled the aromas of the forest and apples, laughing out loud with happiness and the energy seething in it.

Luna was also pleased as she watched him enjoy her creation. This part is the most enjoyable in the whole process. The pony's sincere feelings are exactly what motivated her to continue doing this, spending day after day what little free time she had on thinking over ideas, researching materials, forming a whole picture and sometimes even a plot for a dream. Not to mention the recording of mental images with runes and a very thin line between a dream and a nightmare.

It was the misunderstanding of all the subtlety of this facet that once played a cruel joke on her. And not only with her. A sweet and friendly quiet maid also fell under the blow of fate, constantly putting things in order in the royal bedchamber, which seemed to the Moon an ideal target for another dream as a thank you. The princess spent several days picking and feeling different looks and feel to create the perfect gift. It was a delightful summer meadow with fragrant cornflowers, buttercups and dandelions. It stretched as far as the eye could see, infinitely green and fragrant.

Luna woke up the filly and waited for a reaction. But what happened next surpassed all her expectations. Standing up, the maid blinked sleepily, rubbing her eyes with her hooves, and then looked around. Her gaze was filled with horror, her legs buckled, and she, squeaking and howling with fear, buried her nose in the ground, covering her head with her hooves. In addition to everything else, red spots began to appear on her fur, and the filly herself began to sneeze furiously, so that she was thrown all over the meadow. It was truly a terrifying, downright nightmarish sight. The princess hurried to dispel the dream and plunged the pony into a deep slumber without any visions.

After that incident, she became terribly upset and abandoned all attempts to create dreams. Until Celestia found her sad and depressed drinking her third mug of tea in a row, sitting alone at night right in the castle kitchen.

How could I know she has agoraphobia?! Luna lamented, complaining to her sister. She never left the castle! And those damned flowers! A thousand years ago there were no allergies!

You had good intentions, sister, - Celestia stroked her back consolingly. Failures happen and what has been done cannot be changed. But this does not mean that you should stop your studies. Sleepmaking is truly an amazing art and I deeply admire your achievements in this field.

Yes, what's the point? Luna waved her hand away, gulping down her mug of tea and wincing at the nasty bitterness that had accumulated at the bottom. "Only creating more nightmares and hurting more innocent ponies." At this rate, my dreams can be used as a spell for particularly vicious criminals.

Quite an option ... - thoughtfully held out Celestia, playfully pretending that she was really interested in it. She had to use her magic to catch an empty cup thrown at her no less jokingly. Having sent this impromptu projectile into the sink to do the washing on her own, the Princess suggested: - What if you have someone who checks these very dreams. A trusted editor who can keep you from making mistakes. Someone close, perhaps even dear, with whom you can share even the most intimate dreams.

Sounds great! - Luna perked up, but then immediately drooped again revealingly. - If only someone like that was around.

Celestia regretted that she sent the mug to wash and could not throw it back. However, it was clear from the quite animated Moon that she liked the idea. After discussing the details and features, they quite hit the hooves. So the alicorn sisters got their little common hobby, which rallied them even more. Luna was composing dreams, and Celestia threw ideas, suggestions about what and how to improve, what not to do, and sometimes she completely rejected entire ideas. In this way, a fair number of ponies were saved from nightmares, and the quality of the dreams of many lucky ones increased significantly. Dreams acquired characters, plots, and even developed into whole stories. The princesses could hardly hold back their smiles, involuntarily eavesdropping as the guards retell their amazing dreams to each other.

But one day, when Celestia came to the door of her sister's private quarters, ready to work on another idea, Luna did not let her in.

Sorry, - she muttered, blushing a little and lowering her eyes, - today I will work without you.

Somewhat discouraged and even a little offended, the Princess was forced to go home, to her bedchamber. There she lay on the bed for a couple of hours, unable to sleep, painfully wondering what caused such a strange behavior of the moon. The most delusional thoughts climbed into my head, from a secret conspiracy to a secret lover. Eventually fatigue took its toll and Celestia fell asleep.

Her sister, at that time, was not chilling, but was working with might and main on another dream. It was very special and therefore she approached it with special care. The key point and the main difficulty was the complete absence of any guidelines. You could only rely on your memory. So the Moon spent the whole evening and part of the night deeply immersed in her own memories, good and bad, rummaging through it in search of shreds and scraps of various thoughts and ideas, bit by bit restoring the whole picture in its original form. The rune sheet has been in short supply for a long time, so I had to switch to rare extra-sized parchment manuscripts, Twilight shared the contacts of her suppliers.

By the time the moon had finished, it was well after midnight. Feeling that there was no time left at all, she almost without preparation dived into the world of dreams, as she was, right with the chair. Noting to herself that she should not forget him here, the princess hurried to her today's goal. She had just fallen asleep, blinking in the infinity of darkness with a new, unusually bright dawn. The next moment, Luna was already there, smiling involuntarily at the sight of her sleeping sister. Too funny her mouth opened, forcing all the majestic grandeur of the princess to evaporate. In its own way, it was very cute.

But there was no time to admire, a little more and a natural dream will begin to form and you will have to spend time also on eliminating it. Luna unrolled the parchment, cascading like a waterfall toward her hooves. Rune after rune, she resurrected fragments of memories, as if weaving a dream canvas with a silk thread, collecting it from various shreds. Gradually a room appeared, the most ordinary, but so dear and sweet to the eye. In it, like outlandish flowers, furniture blossomed: a large bed, a simple chest of drawers, a small floor lamp, a closet with toys, a chair with various everyday clothes. A scattering of trinkets appeared on the floor: all sorts of buttons and figures, a couple of dice and a ball.

Celestia herself underwent changes. Decreasing in size, she gradually turned into a completely foal, a pretty snow-white filly, touchingly sniffing on a huge bed compared to her. Her nose twitched a little as she smelled the scent of cocoa that appeared on the dresser in two large cups. Nearby is a saucer with fresh, just out of the oven cookies.

As a final touch, before waking her sister up, Luna pretended to match her. She almost forgot what it's like to look at the world through the eyes of a foal, when everything around seems amazing and terribly interesting. Her fur looked much lighter than usual, and her whole body was filled with unprecedented lightness and freedom. Climbing with difficulty onto a rather high bed, she crawled up to the sleeping Celestia and butted her nose in the forehead.

Hey wake up! she demanded, noting with satisfaction that her voice sounded right. - Get up, come on!

Mmm... What? - little Celestia stretched sleepily, yawning sweetly. It took her a while to realize the situation, so she blinked her huge foal eyes in surprise, remembering this setting, this bed, these toys. The warmth and tenderness of memories swept over the princess, almost making her burst into tears from such a touching gift. Until she was unscrupulously distracted.

You promised to read with me! Luna stamped her foot capriciously, nodding towards the book of fairy tales lying next to her. Lowering her nose as if about to cry, she complained in a broken voice: - I even brought cocoa and cookies.

Well, in that case, I'll be happy to read with you, - Celestia smiled softly, noticing with pleasure how her sister beamed. Within a minute, they were comfortably settled under the covers, snuggling up to each other. They had a mug of cocoa in their hooves, a plate of cookies next to them, and an open book in front of them. Reading fairy tales dragged on all night, but this did not bother them at all.

They had an eternity ahead of them.

And a good friend Stink drew an illustration for the story. Thank him very much!

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Twenty-third episode of the ninth season

What's on our list? “We are inexorably approaching the finale”, “Seven days left”, “The end is near” and all that. Something started to panic early, the series would end only in a week, but they were already tired of being afraid of the end, resigned themselves and dutifully waiting for the release of the full-length movie. This week will indeed be the last. Next Saturday we will have three episodes at once and that's it, the end. Don't let the sadness of knowing this stop you from enjoying the finale to the fullest. You have another week to mentally prepare for this. In the meantime, rehearse for today's episode. Links:

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19: Helping Hoof

Morning. A magnificent and brilliant period of the day, when the sun is only a little peeking out from behind the horizon, hinting to all the ponies of Equestria that it's time to wake up and start a new wonderful day. Fillies and colts lazily get out from under their blankets, rubbing their eyes, stretching and yawning, enjoying the warmth of the sun's rays on their fur, getting a charge of vivacity and good mood for the whole day. Fiction.

Raven Inkwell was no exception. The only thing that made her wake up different from the rest of the ponies was the need to put her goggles on her nose to see the sun instead of a big bright blur. She always puts these glasses on the chest of drawers before going to bed, exactly fifteen centimeters from the edge, with the glasses away from her - ideally at the distance of an outstretched hoof, so that she could grab it without looking. Yet years of paperwork had taken their toll. No matter how much this earthpony would not like to admire the sun further, but it was necessary to get ready for work.

That Friday morning was little different for Raven than usual. Shower, so that the snow-white coat looks impeccable; light hearty breakfast with oats, for energy for the whole day; ten minutes in front of the mirror, putting in order the mane. The tuft of black hair at the back of his head was as perfectly styled as the similar configuration on his tail. A starched collar took its place around his neck, tied with a scarlet tie. Convinced that she looks perfect, the filly finally went to work.

Raven always arrived at the town hall half an hour before the official start of the working day. This gave her the opportunity to fully and thoroughly prepare: spread out and sort the papers, sharpen every pencil and pen to perfect sharpness, brush dust off every shelf in her office and, of course, prepare a to-do list for the day for herself and her boss, Miss Mayor. Meetings, weddings, meetings, public speeches, awards, budget decisions and more. If Raven needed to compile a complete inventory of her activities, it would require an entirely separate shelf in the Canterlot Library. And that's just for the title.

Miss Mayor did not keep herself waiting and came to work on time, as befits an adult and respected filly in society. But few other than Raven knew what she really was. And now the secretary noticed a cunning spark in the eyes of a middle-aged earth pony and shuddered inwardly from a bad premonition.

Good morning, Miss Mayor, - habitually greeted Inkwell.

Kindest, Raven, - the Mayor answered her in a somewhat overly elated mood.

Here is your list of meetings for today, - the secretary held out a neat piece of paper with calligraphic handwriting lines drawn out. - I note that in addition to the usual evening, a visit from Princess Celestia awaits you.

Darling, tell me, do you know what day it is? - suddenly leaning close to the filly, asked the Mayor in a low voice.

Friday, ma'am, the twenty-ninth day of the month, - Raven recoiled from surprise, but retained her composure and, having adjusted her glasses, again became a model of impeccability.

Exactly! - said the Mayor in a singsong voice, accompanying it with a couple of simple dance steps. And that means tomorrow is the weekend. What are my plans for the weekend, Raven?

I... wait a second, ma'am... - the filly began frantically rechecking her papers in search of the necessary information. She had to make an effort not to make a mess, carefully returning each sheet to its place. Until the Mayor, who jumped up on the table with hooves, interrupted her search.

L-a-a-as Pegasus-u-s! - her enthusiasm overflowed, while Inkwell carefully tried to carefully release the papers crushed by her hooves, hoping that they would not get dirty or wrinkled. - Harsha and I have booked a room in the best hotel and we are going to have a blast! Well, you remember Harshi, she came to us for ... how is it?

The selection of applicants for the flag-carrying ceremony in the Crystal Empire, - Raven rapped out without hesitation. - Ms. Harshweini has shown outstanding professionalism in her work.

That's it, - the Mayor nodded in agreement, carefully getting off the table. The descent was a bit more difficult for her. - It turns out she also knows how to professionally break away. So cancel all my appointments, I have a train in half an hour.

Ma'am, what about meeting Princess Celestia? Raven tilted her head in puzzlement, hoping to hear an answer.

Come up with something, - the Mayor waved it carelessly, heading for the exit. - There my presence is necessary only formally. Accompany the Princess, smile at her, maybe say a couple of compliments, nothing complicated. You will figure it out. You manage somehow with my other paperwork.

Adios! - no longer a young filly made a hoof and jumped out the door, leaving her secretary all alone. Tell Raven that to someone in Ponyville, no one would believe her. Well, except maybe her twin sister from Canterlot. She also says not such things about her boss Celestia. Too bad she can't visit this time.

The secretary sat down in her seat and began methodically shifting and sorting the papers, pondering her plan of action. No, she could not replace the Mayor at this meeting, under any circumstances. The princess will immediately understand that the matter is unclean and everyone will be in big trouble. After finishing the Papers, Raven nervously began to sharpen her pencils. Those that were already sharpened, she sharpened on both sides. “Reschedule the meeting citing illness? An epidemic? An attack on the parasprite city?”

The mare shook her head. All this is of no use. Before she could think of anything, she discovered that she had run out of pencils. Literally. Mired in thought, she wore each one down to its complete disappearance. And this is a mess. There must be order in her office. Must be in order. In the office and in business. Raven's eye began to twitch, and a couple of strands of hair broke out of the perfectly gathered bun on her head. The filly began to literally shake from the feeling that enveloped her. Helpless fury, anger and almost animal hatred surged through her. First this stupid meeting, and now the pencils. She didn't expect anything from them.

Startled, Raven regained her composure before breaking loose. Problems must be approached in turn. And now pencils were paramount. There must be order in her office. Certainly. So the filly got up from her desk, straightened her mane in front of the mirror, and headed in the only possible direction: Sofas and Feathers.

No matter how surprising this combination of goods was, this institution flourished. In a small town, there's always a demand for both, whether it's connected to a nearby friendship school or the boutique of a well-known and overly dramatic couturier. The shopkeeper even gives discounts to regular customers, including Raven. So once inside, she hurried through the aisles, here and there adjusting uneven or inconsistent items on the shelves. Having reached the pencils, the filly diligently selected exactly a dozen, checking on each of its numbers in the game: it must have been even.

There was a small queue at the checkout. It looks like someone in a wide-brimmed frilly hat was dissatisfied with the wholesale supply of sofas and was actively sorting out relations with the owner of the store. Raven was already preparing for a long and boring wait, during which she could continue counting prime numbers to herself at her pleasure, but then a familiar mark flashed at the tail of the queue. The filly without thinking twice went straight to her.

Hello, Twilight, - she greeted politely, drawing attention to herself with a low cough.

BUT? Oh... umm... Hello? - the Princess of Friendship answered somehow uncertainly and fussily, glancing around in a hunted way.

Everything is fine? - Raven clarified worriedly, looking into her interlocutor's eyes. She knew her well, and such behavior was not so much unusual for her, but a little inappropriate in this situation.

What? Oh yes, completely! Twilight waved her hand with mock enthusiasm, nearly knocking over a nearby feather rack. "Why do you ask, Inkwell?"

“Inkwell? Twilight never calls me that,” the secretary thought, peering intently at the princess wriggling under her gaze, noticing the drops of sweat on her forehead. “She behaves strangely, speaks strangely, her manner of speech and address is different from the usual. If I was obsessed with conspiracy theories, one would assume that this is a fake.”

You won't believe the idea I just came up with." Raven smiled as she walked closer to the alicorn, leaning in close to her ear. - You're acting so strangely today, as if you were replaced.

Ts-s-s! Twilight hissed at her, momentarily blinking her turquoise compound eyes instead of her usual purple ones. - Please, not here and not now!

Throwing a couple of coins on the counter to pay for her purchases, the “princess” hurried away bypassing the queue. Raeven, throwing off her stupor, repeated the maneuver and gave chase. However, it didn't take long to run away. Twilight was waiting for her outside, nervously picking at the ground with her hoof.

I am not what, but who. My name is Ocellos,” Falsewilight admitted, transforming into a scrawny Changeling in a flash of light.

And why were you pretending to be Twilight? - the secretary pressed, noticing how the creature in front of her looked at her with apprehension.

Loyal customer discount,” Ocellos admitted grimly, barely audible, lowering her head guiltily. There was silence for a moment.

HM. I understand,” Raven calmly nodded with a stone face, internally rolling with laughter. For the sake of a discount, take the form of Twilight, and she bought only pens, ink and scrolls. It's just great. The filly's mood definitely improved. And she also had an idea. "Still, you should have learned a little more about Twilight's mannerisms." And stay calm. For example, I count prime numbers in my mind for this. This helps to maintain self-control in any conditions.

I'll try, - Ocellos nodded in confusion, still looking extremely guilty. "Just don't tell Principal Twilight about this, please!" She promised to take away my library privileges if this happened again.

Only if you help me with one little business, - Raven allowed herself to smile a little.

What do you want from me? the changeling asked with some apprehension, feigning offended innocence just in case.

Just pretend to be Miss Mayor at today's meeting with Princess Celestia, the secretary explained as a matter of course. As if by heart, she repeated word for word, observing the intonation of the Mayor: - Your presence there is necessary only formally. Accompany the Princess, smile at her, maybe say a couple of compliments, nothing complicated.

But... I... The princess herself?! - Ocellos in a panic began to breathe deeply and shake, her eyes flickered, and her words were confused.

Prime numbers, - Raven reminded her, almost touched, recognizing herself in the changeling.

Yes ... thanks, - she set to work and after a couple of seconds her gaze became much more focused, if this can be said about the strange compound turquoise eyes. Gathering her thoughts, she clarified: - How much time do I have?

Enough,” Raven nodded contentedly. - Follow me. Let's get you ready.

The couple spent the next few hours constructing the perfect image of Miss Mayor. Pathological meticulousness and perfectionism Inkwell combined perfectly with the intelligence and tendency to grasp everything on the fly in Ocellos. Gait, behavior, habitual turns of speech and address, manners of movement, speaking, even peculiarities of thinking were taken into account. The accomplices did a great job with the few simple meetings that were scheduled for the day. Changeling coped with a bang, so that even Raven herself sometimes forgot that the real Mayor drove off to conquer Las Pegasus in the company of a friend.

The X-hour came, and a cart descended from the heavens in front of the town hall, harnessed by snow-white, absolutely identical pegasi in a golden harness. Princess Celestia herself stepped onto the land of Ponyville, with her very presence illuminating the square, the fountain and the nearby park with some special, invisible, but quite tangible light. Surely even Zecora in the middle of the Everfree Forest felt the presence of the royal alicorn.

The Mayor and the Princess exchanged greetings and courtesies on duty, after which they proceeded further according to the plan. Raven followed them relentlessly, appearing like a silent shadow behind Ocellos when she was lost or in need of support. The tour of the city was accompanied by a casual, non-committal conversation, which the Mayor did an excellent job of, with the exception of a couple of tricky half-joking questions about parasprites and tweeters, and one case of a couple strolling past in an embrace, to which the whole company paid unexpectedly close attention.

Returning to the town hall, Celestia proceeded to the Mayor's office and, as soon as Ocellos entered, closed the door, leaving Raven outside. Winking at her and dropping something like “a matter of national importance, she locked herself in and there was an ominous silence. The secretary sat down in her place in the waiting room and put her hooves on her head. “Have we been discovered?!” - she lamented, convulsively looking for pencils with her eyes and finding a recently acquired set, she began to sharpen them diligently, muttering simple numbers under her breath.

Ocellos, on the other hand, was sitting at the Mayor's table, looking with increasing anxiety at Celestia, seated across from her. The one with a slight half-smile looked at her expectantly.

You're too worried, my little... chuckle... "pony," the Princess suddenly hissed in a way that was completely uncharacteristic of her. - Too tense, too trembling.

P-excuse me? - swallowed Osellos, furtively wiping sweat from her forehead, once again straying in her calculations. - I do not…

Don't f-fear me," Celestia winked at her with a large lavender compound eye. However, he immediately began to look normal again, as well as the usual manner of speaking returned. “Often even the Princess has more urgent “things to do”. In this way, you can be in time everywhere and everywhere.

I…” Ocellos slowly realized the significance of the revelation she had just received, ceasing to shake and fear, and even somewhat at home. - Wow.

That's better." Celestia smiled softly at her. You seem to have no experience at all. I was so embarrassed by the questions about the “beetles”, so stared at the couple in love. You need to work on self-control.

Ocellos wanted to retort something, but after thinking for a moment, instead she nodded in agreement and even used the Mayor's gilded writing utensils to write down these practical advice. Celestia gave her a few more recommendations and sets of exercises specifically for such cases.

And now it's time for us to say goodbye, “Mayor,” the Princess finally got to her feet. - Let's not make your assistant wait.

The farewell came out crumpled and a little awkward. Raven, in earnest, sharpened off all the pencils, pens and moved to the legs of the chairs. Celestia ordered a consolatory thanks for the hospitality and hastily retired in a chariot carried by snow-white pegasi in the direction of Canterlot.

The mayor and Raeven watched her go and returned to the town hall. There, an obscenely sized cake awaited them, appetizingly enticing with glazed sides and cream caps. Taking a piece, the mares began to eat.

Ocellos, what were you talking about in the office anyway? Raven was the first to break the silence.

Oh... well... you know... - the changeling hesitated for a moment, but, remembering Celestia's advice, she immediately smiled slyly. - State secret!

As you say, - the secretary waved her away exhaustedly. Today was not easy for her and the nervous shock made itself felt. - I wonder what the Mayor does there?

Ah, it's just divine! Moaning with pleasure, Miss Harshweiny basked under the massaging her hooves. Having settled down on a special couch, she lay on her stomach, looking into the floor of her eyes at the magazine lying in front of her. - The best spa in Las Pegasus!

Truly a great place! - echoed the Mayor from the next couch, rolling her eyes in bliss, while the muscular pony diligently ran his hooves all over her body. - A spa worthy of royalty!

Completely agree with you! - there was a familiar voice from the third couch, where a group of masseurs was diligently working at once. Because of their wide backs, it was impossible to see who their client was. Only a pink-light green magical amorphous mane made its way out, betraying the identity of their neighbor.

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Twenty-second episode of the ninth season

There are only a couple of weeks left until the end of the series, which means there is nothing to lose. You can afford to relax a little and experiment. Do something stupid on Saturday that I never allowed myself to do, so now I'm not sure of anything. I have no idea how it turned out and how acceptable it is. Eh, what to do by the last two Saturdays? Maybe there are some ideas? In the meantime, here are the links:

Broadcast time: from 18:30 Moscow time.

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18: Axial rotation

There is nothing more deceptive than the calm and leisurely life of small towns like Appleloosa. The ponies, in pairs, decorously walking along the half-empty streets, the foals, quietly drawing all sorts of nonsense with a sprig in the sand, the sheriff, swaying measuredly in his chair, chewing on a blade of grass - all this is just a façade of everyday life, behind which lies one simple and irrefutable fact: there is always something in Appleluse - something is going on. And if it suddenly seemed to you that everything was quiet and calm, this is a reason to sound the alarm.

So when screams of horror were heard from the square in front of the town hall, the ponies began to rush through the streets in a panic, and the fillies carefully fainted right into the prudently substituted embraces of their gentlemen, the Sheriff exhaled with satisfaction. With a grunt, rubbing his constantly aching back, he got out of his chair and, with all the speed of a slowly walking pony characteristic of him, hurried to the square. The foals playing here and there, taught from an early age by bitter experience not to go ahead of the elders, barely restraining their curiosity rushing out, followed the middle-aged pony. So the sheriff came to the square surrounded by a retinue of kids staring in all directions.

What are we making noise? What is it this time? - in a raspy voice, he asked the crowd gathered in front of the town hall.

My pie, my wonderful pie! - fought in hysterics one of the fillies with touching pigtails, breaking through from under the cap, holding a baking sheet with a hill of coals in her hooves.

My watering schedule! - exclaimed another pony with an uneven beard growing in tufts, looking out from behind a massive flower pot with an exotic plant sadly lowered withered bud.

My business meeting! - the third pony in the glasses that had slipped and hung on one side was crying sobbing, clinging with an iron grip to the unicorn in a strict suit, sadly lowering its head.

Foals! Why is no one thinking about foals! - some filly with a crazy look snatched one lighter child from the crowd and began to wave it like a flag.

Oh, Holy Celestia, with a golden hoof on your foreheads, will someone explain to me clearly what is happening ?! - Sheriff spat a blade of grass angrily, glaring at the crowd from under his brows.

Time stopped! - pointed to the town hall a stately stallion with a straw mane.

And sure enough, the hands of the huge town hall clock froze motionless at fifteen minutes to ten, although the time for dinner had long since passed. And everything in the city went upside down. This is what happens when everyone gets used to relying on one large and convenient time indicator, visible from almost all corners of the city. It's amazing that this hasn't happened before.

What will we do? - the Sheriff asked himself, scratching the bald spot under his hat. - We'll have to call a technician or a mechanic from Canterlot.

Well, well, - there was a low voice from the crowd. The ponies parted, revealing a seemingly ordinary filly in a pretty dress and a brimmed hat pulled down over her eyes, which are so fond of the rare guests of Appleloosa. Having thrown off her headdress and emerged from her dress in two sittings, the earthpony was left only in a blue denim jumpsuit with oilcan embroidery on the side. Opening her small lady's saddle bag, she, as if by magic, took out an impressive belt with all kinds of tools from there and fastened it on herself. The last to be born was a cap with a shop sign of mechanics, which immediately found its place on the head, framed by a dark red mane. Having wiped her nose, immediately leaving a dark dirty spot on her green fur, the filly stood up in a pretentious stance and said: - It looks like you don’t have enough oil!

Silent for a second, the crowd exploded with a clatter of hooves, rejoicing and honoring the unexpected savior. A dense ring of onlookers formed around her, so that the Sheriff needed to use force to get to the filly.

Good day, Miss… - the stallion paused, giving the opportunity to introduce himself.

Drop, Oil Drop, - the mechanic pony was not long in coming, throwing a naughty lock of mane out of her eyes. That did not stop him from immediately returning to his place. - I'm here on vacation, passing through. Ventilate, walk, dress up...

Of course, - the Sheriff nodded, thoughtfully watching how an elegant dress and a hat disappear into the crowd. - Well, Miss Oil, we're very glad you're here. If you don't mind, follow me.

The way to the town hall did not take long. There are only a couple of steps to go. There are a couple of steps everywhere and everywhere, such is the peculiarity of small towns, including Apples. The ponies respectfully parted to make way, making the mere mechanic filly feel like a real star. She diligently kept a serious and professional expression on her face, but in her soul she was jubilant: “This is my finest hour!”

Well, then, - the Sheriff stopped in front of the massive doors. - The clock is in the attic of the town hall, the door there is not locked. We don't go there ourselves, so his buffalo knows what's going on there.

What, won't you come with me? Ollie tilted her head in puzzlement.

No way, I can’t, for nothing, - the stallion immediately recoiled with surprising agility for him. Coming to his senses, he was embarrassed, coughed and explained: - Well, you know, we don't go there ourselves, because there ... Very flimsy stairs, yes! It's just dangerous for me with my weight there. But you, slender and weightless, beautiful young filly - is another matter!

Oily felt that the case smelled of kerosene and this time it was not even from her. But dozens of pairs of enthusiastic eyes looked at her, all the ponies here were counting on her help, and she simply could not turn around and leave now, leaving them to their fate. Not after such a magnificent appearance.

Chewed rags, - contemptuously grimacing, she hissed to the Sheriff in a barely audible voice and, sighing heavily, entered the town hall. The door creaked shut behind her, cutting off her escape route.

Oylie was left alone. The room greeted her with an oppressive atmosphere, as if it were not a place for a general city meeting, but a crypt. Only fallen benches and a music stand on a raised platform spoke of the purpose of the premises. And then he probably just was nailed to the floor, and therefore did not fall. Dust flying in the air, clearly visible in the sun's rays, breaking through the loose boards, called for a general cleaning.

The filly imagined herself armed with a broom, fighting off dusty ghosts and chuckled. It's not that bad here. For once, you can work calmly, without some curious pug watching from the back, unable to resist a couple of “useful” tips. That itchy feeling in the back of his head when someone was staring at you was driving Oylie crazy. It's just like now.

The mechanic pony shuddered. No, she definitely didn't think someone was following her. It felt as distinct as the weight of her tool belt. She literally felt every screwdriver, every wrench, every oiler down to the level of oil and its quality. And just like that, she felt someone's eyes on her. This feeling had become commonplace and familiar, just like her instruments, so Oylie could tell with certainty where she was being watched from. Glancing up imperceptibly from under the brim of her cap, she saw a figure in the shadows on the ceiling beams. However, she immediately disappeared, only the boards creaked barely audibly.

Wary, Oily slowly walked forward. The wooden steps of the stairs creaked disgustingly and lingeringly under the filly's hooves. For a moment, she even thought that the Sheriff's words were not just an excuse. The observer did not lag behind, remaining in the shadows, constantly nearby, at a distance of one jump, exuding a quite palpable threat. Step by step, higher and higher, getting closer to the goal. A kind of staring game, who will lose their nerves faster. It was the most strenuous climb in the life of a mechanic.

The end of the stairs was approaching, and with it the attic. As soon as the filly crosses the invisible threshold, the battle will be over. Something will happen and not the fact that she will like it. Something needs to be done urgently, but what? Think, head, think! Oily hurried through the options, one more absurd than the other, until it was too late. Without noticing it herself, she was already in the attic and felt something approaching her. Without thinking of anything better, she turned abruptly on the spot and barked in the direction of the observer:

Spiral heat exchanger in your back valve confuser! - rumbled the voice of the filly. The echo carried her words to the high vaulted domed ceiling, from where something rushed down with an ever-increasing squeal. Oily only had time to spot the pony-like figure with wings before she was knocked backwards and tumbled to the floor. Groaning and groaning, the filly tried to get up, but someone crushed her with his weight. Opening her eyes, the first thing she saw were sharp fangs in a toothy mouth right in front of her nose. They were complemented by a pair of slightly glowing predator eyes with vertical pupils. Well, the rest of the pony's body was attached.

Hello ... - the pony began, but she was interrupted by the heart-rending squeal of Oily, which she accompanied with a strong push with all her hooves. The ponies scattered screaming in different directions, some in horror, some in pain.

Hey hey!!! - the owner of the teeth cried out offendedly, raising her legs with a flap of her wings. - What are you fighting about?

Why are you attacking me? - did not remain in debt pony-mechanic. She already had her favorite oil cans in her hooves and was ready to use them. She knew better than anyone that they can be used not only for their intended purpose, but also for self-defense. - Don't come near me, monster! And how I will jump!

You yourself are a monster! - an unfamiliar filly sniffed at her offendedly, sitting down on the floor at the opposite wall of the attic and hugging a pillow lying nearby. - I just fell from the beam on you in surprise, that's all. I've never heard anyone swear like that. What is a rear valve fuser?

You'll know when I squirt oil in there, you bastard! Oily snarled rudely, but lowered the butter dish anyway. It didn't look like they were going to eat it right then and there. - What are you anyway?

I'm not what, but who! - the stranger grunted sullenly, turning up her nose. Examining her more closely, in addition to her alabaster fur and bright straw mane, she stood out for impressive sizes with leathery, bat-like wings. Her teeth no longer seemed so big, even a pair of sharp fangs was almost invisible. It is clear who the locals are so afraid of. How long has she been living here? And what does he eat? Not local ones?

But you… - Oylie suddenly remembered that she had seen something similar when she was fixing something classified in the Canterlot barracks. I've already met people like you! But where are you from?

Oh, do you know about us? Seen the cave system in the mountain range to the west of here? the winged pony perked up, putting aside her pillow. Her ears perked up, showing little fluffy tassels at the tips. So, I'm definitely not from there. Now, at least. Kicked out for being too…well…bright. So I took my belongings, a pillow, a blanket and got comfortable while here in the attic. The locals came to visit me a couple of times, but for some reason they ran away screaming and screaming, and I smiled so diligently! Hs-s-s! It’s boring here alone, but I didn’t put my foot out, once I stuck my head in, so they threw a pie at me! A little embarrassing, but delicious. And you don't have to hunt!

Bright, yes. Huntress! What's your name, you bastard? - the mechanic asked without malice, hiding the oiler back.

The horse opened its mouth and emitted a series of high-pitched squeaks interspersed with clicks and wheezes. Noticing the bewilderment on the muzzle of Oily, she looked down in embarrassment.

But you can call me Poisy,” she admitted.

Oil Drop, almost nice. Yes, your parents played a big joke on you, - introducing herself, the earthpony nodded her head sympathetically. Feeling that something was missing, she began to look around for her cap.

Hold on! - Poizi picked up a headdress lying near her with a wing and handed it to a new acquaintance. - And yet what is a horse-fusor? And I did not see any back valve.

Well, I got a little excited - now it was Oylie's turn to be embarrassed. - It's her own fault, there is nothing to secretly follow honest ponies.

I just watched, all of a sudden you came to fix the clock, - the winged filly bowed her head guiltily. I didn't mean to scare you!

That's right, hours! - the pony mechanic remembered, finally paying attention to the huge gear mechanism that occupied most of the attic. Massive cogwheels intertwined in a complex structure, exuding a tart metallic smell of iron and grease, so familiar and pleasant to the filly. We didn't see the elephant.

It's the clock, silly! Poisie smiled. - The elephant is not like that at all.

I… Arr! I see that this is a watch, “stupid”, - Oily waved her hoof at the fanged beast and began to inspect the mechanism. Despite the dust and lack of maintenance, he was in good condition. There was an enthusiastic snort from behind. Apparently, this time too, she cannot avoid working under close scrutiny. - It remains to understand why they do not work. In appearance, everything is whole.

You know, of course, I'm not a master of repairing anything, - the filly drawled behind her, barely audibly rustling with leathery wings. But I think that's the problem.

She pointed somewhere deep into the gears. Looking closely, Oily noticed a large piece of fabric wrapped around the gear and its axis. On the patch sticking out, one could see an unpretentious floral pattern.

Perhaps this was once my blanket, until last night the insidious gear took it away from me, ”Poisy admitted reluctantly, squinting at the harmful unit with displeasure. No wonder the clock broke. Will know how to quarrel with me!

Oh yes, you are just a thunderstorm of all mechanisms, - Oily chuckled, wondering which side to start cutting from. “Since you’re here, could you turn that gear back a little so I can—”

No problem! - the mechanic did not have time to finish, as Poisy was already pushing the indicated toothed disk with might and main, and so successfully that the fabric itself began to unwind. In a matter of seconds, the gear was released from the captivity of the blanket. Or, if you believe the winged misfortune, the blanket was rescued from the cogs of an insidious mechanism. Everything smeared in grease, but whole and unharmed.

Hooray? - Uncertainly clarified Poisy, looking at Oily with a question. She was just adding lubricant to the missing elements, making up for what the blanket had taken over. After a couple of moments, the mechanism came to life and the gears resumed their course.

Now cheers, - the mechanic pony crossed her hooves on her chest. - It remains only to set the time and you can hand over the work.

It turned out to be much easier to move the arrows together, and taking into account a pair of wings, it’s generally like a foal game. Judging by the cheers of the ponies in the square, their success had not gone unnoticed. It was time to get out of this dust collector, which for some reason is mistaken for the town hall, even the clock was set there.

Well, come on, - Oily waved goodbye and went downstairs. With each step, a strange and contradictory feeling grew in her. With each step, she wanted to go back and do something for this strange random acquaintance. But the pony mechanic stubbornly shook her head, driving away obsessive thoughts. The cap fell at her feet, the one Poisy gave her. Turning around, Oily saw in the semi-darkness of the attic the silhouette of a filly with slightly shining yellow eyes, a slightly toothy smile, and a completely not slightly tarred blanket at her hooves.

Arr! Well, what to do with you? - the earthpony rolled her eyes, already inwardly regretting that she had taken up this work, that she had decided to go up to the attic, that she had not immediately rushed to her heels. - I'll regret it, oh how I'll regret it. Poisy?

Yes? - the filly waved her eyelashes innocently.

If you'd like, we can walk around Appleloosa together. I'm sure the locals would be delighted to meet the one who helped fix their watch," Oylie suggested, praying inwardly to her alicorn sisters that she wouldn't be showered with pies to keep her company. "Besides, since you've settled in the attic next to the clock anyway, I can give you a couple of lessons on how to take care of its mechanism." Given that the city does not have its own mechanic, you will be the real salvation for them!

Truth? - Poisy's eyes flared with joy more than ever. From an excess of feelings, she began to dance on the spot, gracefully twitching her wings and amusingly accompanying herself with melodic squeaks and clicks. - Urya-urya-urya!

Hush hush! Ollie waved at her. - Take it easy! Until the locals get used to you, try to behave ... normally. No “xs-s-s!” and squeaks! Can you do it?

I'll try, - after thinking seriously for a couple of seconds, Poisi nodded uncertainly. She looked at her newfound friend expectantly.

Oh, well, what should I do with you? the engineer pony repeated, gradually getting used to the idea that this hymenopteran misunderstanding would not leave her now. Taking a deep breath and collecting her thoughts, she extended her hoof to her protégé. - Let's go, bitch.

Thanks to Klemm"y and DraftHoof"y for their work on the text.

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Twenty-first episode of the ninth season

The end is inexorably approaching! We are all doomed! Doomed, I tell you! There is no salvation! No one escapes the end, the inevitable end, the end of the series! Well, nothing, this one will end, a new one will begin. YES, and full-lengths, in a hurry, they still promised, so let's see, let's see. In the meantime, the series are still coming out, forward to the stream!

Broadcast time: from 18:30 Moscow time.

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17: Night visit

The cool night air gently cooled the fur of Princess Luna, who settled on the balcony of her bedchamber in Canterlot Castle. The pale night luminary, under the influence of magic, slowly climbed into the sky to take its place among the stars. Crossing this off her imaginary to-do list, the alicorn sighed deeply and sadly, overwhelmed with mixed feelings. It hasn't been long since Nightmare Moon was freed from her imprisonment on the moon and defeated by Twilight and her friends. After reconciling with her sister, Luna was glad to return to her former duties. And if earlier Celestia managed to control both celestial bodies, then only the owner of the lunar mark can stand guard over the world of dreams.

You've done this many times, Luna, the alicorn admonished herself as she collected her thoughts. The sounds of the night soothed her a little: the barely audible howl of the wind, the rustling of leaves and the crackling of branches, the hooting of an owl, the cries of bats and other nocturnal inhabitants. For a moment Luna thought she was even being watched from the darkness. But she shook her head, pushing away the obsessive thoughts and again tried to concentrate. - Deep breath and like jumping into the water...

Of course, there was no water and no jump. Instead, the princess plunged the entire space around her into a special unconscious darkness, on the other side of which there are dreams. A moment before her personal bubble of darkness collapsed, Luna felt the vibrations of the air rather than heard the flapping of wings, and before she had a chance to realize what had happened, the spell took effect, transporting her to a dream world. Together with an unexpected companion.

It turned out to be a fluffy young eagle owl, who was sitting and busily looking around, turning his head in all conceivable and inconceivable directions. And there was something to see: dreams-stars shone around with an infinite number of colors, each - the gate to someone's dream. Seeing something that interested him, the bird of prey rose heavily into the air and flew somewhere forward before the crazed Moon could do something.

But how? she asked herself. She was struck not even by the fact that someone drove into the world of dreams as a hare, that is, an owl, but more by the speed with which this feathered impudence settled into a new place. Here, even the princess herself was not immediately able to walk, let alone fly. This place was too different from the usual: fickle and unsteady, woven from fragments of dreams and nightmares, for moving between which not the body is used, but the mind. But, apparently, no one warned this owl about this.

We must urgently catch him before he does trouble, - Luna decisively stamped her foot, throwing away all sorts of “why” and “how”. The safety of the subjects' dreams was in the first place. Well, for this bird of prey a little scary. Who knows what nightmare it will bring. Breaking away from the place, the princess rushed after him.

It was not difficult to follow the owl. In this world, he left a trail behind him, as if the air crumpled by wings, like folds on a tablecloth. The path led to one of the dreams, apparently it was there that the fugitive disappeared. Diving behind, Luna found herself in the middle of an ordinary, somewhat gloomy bedroom: a chest of drawers, a bed and a floor lamp. Some unfortunate filly trembled with horror, hiding under the covers, while the floor ... The floor swayed, as if on waves, dotted with countless swarming rats, who strove to climb onto the bed and under the covers.

An old acquaintance found sitting on a headboard was caught red-handed in the middle of a meal with half a rat sticking out of its beak. Seeing Luna, without breaking eye contact, he slowly drew in a long bald rat tail, seemingly enjoying the grimace of disgust on the face of the princess. Her shock was understandable: until now, it had never even crossed her mind to eat something in the dream world. It was so wrong, so unnatural, as far as the presence of an outside owl was here. In addition, it became somehow strange, as if magically glowing. Maybe the food here had that effect on him. Finally, this feathered insolent deigned to open his beak and hoot smugly.

This was the last straw for the filly hiding under the covers. She, apparently, was not very pleased with the rats, and something big and whooping that climbed into her bed was already too much. With a loud scream of horror and despair, she literally shattered the room around the bed into small fragments of a dream, setting off into an endless fall into the darkness of the unknown. The moon knew too well how such nightmares end, and therefore, without delay, she pounced on the owl distracted by the noise and, holding him tightly in her arms, pushed them both away from the world of dreams by force of will.

The next moment, the princess felt the cold marble floor of Canterlot Castle against her cheek. The darkness parted around, dispersed by moonlight. A large ball of feathers, extremely dissatisfied with such a rough and unceremonious treatment, diligently escaped from the hooves, waving its wings and powerful paws with razor-sharp claws. It's a miracle he hasn't ruined the princess' fur yet. Fearing for her safety, she involuntarily pushed the raging bird away.

Uhhh! - the owl exclaimed angrily and rushed to the attack. But not on the princess, he just diligently bypassed her, recognizing in her a serious opponent, much larger than him. Instead, the feathered wretch, sparkling with yellow eyes shining in the twilight, began to take out its anger and discontent on everything around: its claws tore tapestries and curtains, its strong beak smashed stained-glass windows and windows. At some point, he even managed to overturn the heavy throne, clinging to its top and working hard, not like an owl, with powerful wings. All this was accompanied by dissatisfied hoots and screams.

The guards, as usual, slept side by side at the post, so that the capture of the unfortunate pest Luna had to take over. Chasing an owl along the night corridors is a dubious pleasure, but the princess unexpectedly felt some hunting excitement, imagining how great a stuffed animal of this monster would look on her bedroom chest of drawers. However, she immediately dismissed this thought, reminding herself that she was supposed to be an example of kindness and forgiveness, so she could not afford any suicide. Well, maybe just a little.

Meanwhile, the chase and destruction route took them to the wing where Celestia's quarters were located. It was no longer possible to delay. Carefully calculating the distance to the owl, Luna with force threw one of the lavender flower pots placed everywhere. Fortunately or unfortunately, her throw was unsuccessful: she never hit the bird. The cunning beast made a pirouette at the last moment and avoided a collision with the projectile. But the owl could not miss the column next to it, slamming into it at full speed with all its might. While the stunned bird slowly slid down, Luna grabbed the nearest curtain and, tearing it off the window, carefully swaddled her victim. It turned out something very touching, fluffy and big-eyed.

Very pleased with herself, the princess was perplexedly turning her trophy in her hooves, not knowing what to do with it next. Owl began to come to his senses and twitch unhappily, trying in vain to free himself from captivity. Its beak flung open, about to burst into angry cries again.

T-s-s! Luna hissed at him, pressing a hoof to her lips. - Look, I understand that you are unhappy, but I did not want to hurt you. I was just worried that nothing happened to you. I had absolutely no intention of attacking you! At least until you start destroying everything around. If you calm down and promise not to do this again, then I will let you go, agreed?

Owl fell silent, as if considering this proposal. Slyly narrowing his glowing eyes, he seemed to hoot in agreement.

E no, I won’t buy it, - the princess looked at him skeptically, wondering what to do next. Literally a minute later, tired of this, she decided to shift the responsibility for this to her sister, since her bedroom was very close by. Opening the door, Luna slipped a pug and a swaddled owl inside. - Sister?

M-r-r-r-x, - a pile of blankets muttered to her in response.

I caught an owl here. He eats dreams, glows and misbehaves! Luna chimed in. The bird, on the contrary, looked full of complacency and pride.

M-s-s-rgh, something in the depths of the bed shuddered languidly. - Shhh ... light ...

Mmmm, - Luna drawled, painfully deciphering what she heard. - Well, that's a good idea.

Having closed the doors of the bedchamber, the princess began to instruct Owl.

Listen to me carefully, miracle in feathers, - she began, looking intently into the eyes of the victim. Calling on all her intimidation, remembering the images of Nightmare Moon, she continued. - Now you will go to Ponyville to Twilight Sparkle. She will definitely figure out what kind of miracle you are. If you allow yourself to swerve and not arrive tonight, I swear by the moon craters, after I'm done with you, your feathers will be found in the most remote corners of the world a few millennia later, into so many small pieces I will tear you!

And in confirmation of her words, the Moon pulled out one of the eagle owl's feathers. He shuddered, more from surprise than from pain, and immediately somehow wilted, diminishing his zeal and thirst for revenge. The princess, convinced of the effectiveness of her conviction, untangled the bird from the curtain and let it go. She, having fluffed up, spread her wings a couple of times, laying her feathers as it should, turned her head from side to side, flashed her eyes menacingly, but then blinked in agreement, not so much falling for threats as doing a favor. As if to say: “Okay, I'll fly to your Twilight Sparkle, let's see what she has there.”

Having announced the corridors of the castle with a loud “Wow!”, from which Celestia almost fell out of bed, the owl flew off in the direction of Ponyville, to a small window in the crown of the library tree, where another fateful meeting awaited him.

Thanks to Klemm"y, DraftHoof"y and Vedont"y for working on the text.

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Twentieth episode of the ninth season

The season is coming to an end and the series will end with it. And there will be no point in writing nonsense on Saturdays. I started all these posts as a little training to improve the skill, week after week, month after month. But as a student who does not receive a dictation check to work on mistakes, so I cannot do anything with all this variety of letters. I don’t know if it’s good or bad, what should be improved, what should be left, what points to pay attention to and which, on the contrary, turned out great. Without this, there is little chance of getting better. Just practicing typing on the keyboard is not enough. sigh This time I went a little further in my influence on the actions of the characters, let's see what they say about it. Links for you:

Broadcast time: from 18:30 Moscow time.

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16: About princesses, boxes and princesses in boxes

Twilight, are you ready to go? Applejack tilted her head slightly questioningly. The rest of the friends who had gathered in the hallway of the crystal castle stared at the purple filly in concern. - The train leaves in two hours.

Yes, it's all right! the alicorn nodded briefly, twitching her ear nervously. - Everything is fine.

Wow, you are doing so well! Pinkie Pie interjected, jumping out from behind her back. “With this terribly important exam of royal etiquette of yours, I was sure that you would start to get nervous and worried again. Add to this the oppressive responsibility for the school of friendship, the responsible place hanging over you on the throne of Equestria and the subsequent responsibility for the lives and destinies of every inhabitant of Equestria, as well as no less huge responsibility for the movement of heavenly bodies! Did I mention responsibility? By the way, you are responsible for all this!

Hehe, thank you, Pinky, - the princess giggled nervously, her eyelid began to tremble a little. - You always know how to support!

Yeah, sure." Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. “Be that as it may, we also need to hurry for our things. And if a light bag is enough for me, then some divas and their pet dragons have been packing a whole carload since yesterday. So we'll go for now. Meet me right there in an hour. Try to avoid the Twisteriks while we're gone.

Yes, I wouldn't have thought! - simulated indignant alicorn, smiling tightly.

I can stay here and be with you,” Fluttershy suggested, “if you don't mind, of course. And my luggage will be handed over by the animals.

Look after her, sugar, - Applejack nodded to her. We'll only be gone for an hour.

Yes, what can happen? - the pegasus smiled sweetly, waving a hoof goodbye.

We were only gone for an hour! Applejack stomped her foot angrily. - Where's Twilight? What's happened?!

Well… I…” Fluttershy hesitated, instinctively hiding behind her mane. - I... She... just... said she forgot something and walked away for a minute.

Let me guess, she just ran away for a minute and never came back, right? Rainbow Dash interjected.

But she said she forgot a very important book on bird food varieties, - justifying herself, Fluttershy backed away.

They circled you around the hoof like a colt! - the rainbow-maned pegasus covered her face with a hoof in annoyance. Whatever it is, we...

We should split up and search the castle and surroundings," Applejack suggested.

Woo, it's gonna be like a game of hide and seek! - Pinkie Pie was jumping up and down in place. A couple of birds flew past her head, nearly kicking her into the air. Fortunately, it worked out. The birds sat down on the helpfully substituted hoof of the yellow pegasus and vied with each other chirping.

Isolde and Isolde say that the spider Clemens saw Twilight, - Fluttershy translated.

Amazing! Applejack chuckled contentedly, pushing her hat back. "Although I'm still a little scared by all this talking to the beast."

Oh, don't worry, Winona knows how to keep secrets. And I, too, - the pegasus smiled sweetly. - Let's go, Clemens lives opposite the entrance to the basement.

Basement… - Rainbow Dash drawled in confusion. - Oh no! Just not again!

The basement of the crystal castle greeted them with twilight and a mixture of smells of old books, dust, wood and something else indescribable, peculiar only to libraries. They say that experienced readers only by smell in the library can understand how well the records are kept here, the books are taken care of, and how long the librarian has washed. This particular room smelled extremely unpleasant and disturbing.

Twilight? Applejack called softly.

Twa-a-a-ayla-a-ayt! - in a singsong voice, Pinkie Pie, who crawled out in front of her, drawled. - Twy-twy-twy-twy!

Pinky, I don't think… - the rainbow-maned pegasus reproachfully began to scold her friend when something slipped somewhere in the dusty depths of the basement. - ...will it work?

There! - commanded Applejack and her friends followed her into the dusty depths. There were piles of books around, various shelves and boxes, heaps of rubbish and other “what if it comes in handy” garbage. Pinkie Pie suddenly stopped in front of one overturned box.

My sensitive kick-sense sensitively senses something. Suspicious! she said, pointing to the find. Just look how my ear is twitching!

Twilight! Rainbow Dash barked sharply next to the suspicious box. She jumped in surprise and ran away on four lavender hooves. Fortunately or unfortunately, she did not manage to run blindly far. With a dull scream, the box crashed into the wall and froze. The tip of a very familiar tail remained sticking out from under the cardboard.

Twi, you're behaving like a foal, - Applejack began an educational speech reproachfully. - The train to Canterlot is leaving soon. In the end, you are not going to the coronation, but to a purely formal exam. Well, let there be no turning back, you already went to this, you were preparing and everything was in order! Stop fooling around and get out!

This is ridiculous! Applejack covered her face with her hooves.

Not so funny,” Pinkie Pie corrected her. - And I can smell funny a mile away!

There is no time for this nonsense, - Rainbow Dash said and rushed to the box, with the clear intention of just taking it away. One step away from the target, she slammed into a barely noticeable magic field, which rippled in pinkish ripples from the impact.

I said no! - the box shouted again, in addition to its words, throwing everyone around away with a magical impulse. Stacks of books fell, heaps tore apart, clouds of dust rose.

So, that's it, I've had enough, - spitting and brushing off the dirt, the rainbow-maned pegasus growled angrily. - Now you'll get it from me!

But instead of throwing herself at the box, she rushed out of the basement at full speed. The rest of the mares looked at each other in bewilderment. There was an awkward silence, even the box stirred, not understanding what was happening. Just as Applejack opened her mouth to offer another course of action, Starlight and Rainbow Dash appeared in the basement with a magical flash. The unicorn held a mug of coffee and an open newspaper in front of her. On her muzzle was a sullen expression, reflecting both a certain degree of irritation and deep contempt for the whole situation as a whole.

- ... and she is there ... that is, already here. See? - finished her explanations pegasus.

Starlight slowly took a deep breath, then exhaled just as slowly through her nose. Taking a sip from the mug, she slowly moved towards the box. Having reached the magical barrier, the unicorn lightly poked it with her hoof, accompanied by a short flash of magic on her horn, and a barely noticeable transparent sphere shattered into fragments with a soundless crack. The box, it seemed, anticipating trouble, involuntarily shrank and trembled.

Starlight didn't stand on ceremony and simply lifted the box with her magic. Surprisingly, there was no one underneath. Then the unicorn raised her head and saw Twilight, with all her hooves resting against the walls of the box, never going to leave her stronghold of irresponsibility. Starlight had to give the box a good shake a few times before the alicorn fell out with the grace of a goose after two punches, with a short scream. Her cardboard shelter instantly incinerated after that, leaving not even a handful of ash behind.

I... - Twilight only had time to get to her feet, but her words were immediately interrupted by a sweeping slap of a folded newspaper on the muzzle. - Ai!

You'll be good," Starlight said softly in a mentor tone, reinforcing her words with another slap. - You will be a diligent princess.

I will! Twalight yelled through the blows flying at her.

And if you don’t, then I will find you, I will come to you and I will make you be the best, - the unicorn finished, poking a rolled-up alicorn newspaper into her nose.

Umm, are you sure this will work? Applejack looked at each other in disbelief. "Don't you think this method is a little... extreme?" Doesn't that affect her behavior in any way?

No, - Starlight calmly explained, - this is an old, long-forgotten method of suggestion, it works flawlessly, admire for yourself.

Girls? Twilight looked around in confusion. - What? Where I am? Why are we not on the train? God, we're late!

With that, the alicorn and her friends disappeared in a flash of light, leaving Starlight alone in the basement.

Oh, and no thanks, as always, she muttered under her breath, taking another sip of her coffee before also teleporting away.

Thank you Klemm "u and

15: Title

Is the Great and Powerful Trixie so great and powerful? This question hasn't left her for some time? Time after time, she involuntarily returned to him, watching from behind the scenes how her audience dispersed. Sitting in her trailer, languidly chewing half-eaten from yesterday, already a little stale chamomile sandwich, the unicorn sadly looked at her simple belongings. To an outside pony, these ordinary objects might seem truly magical, but who better than a master illusionist to know that they are nothing more than smoke and mirrors.

Trixie remembered the first time that thought had occurred to her. The sight of the empty rows in the hall distracted her from the performance, which is why the whole trick with a bouquet of a hat went down the drain. And although the audience took it as part of the performance, a kind of playful trick of a real magician, the unicorn reproached herself more than once just for that time. This and many other failures disturbed her at night, not allowing her to sleep normally, forcing her to rehearse them even in her sleep, experiencing that shame again and again. In a way, it even worked for her.

Trixie gulped down the last piece of the sandwich without appetite as it almost stuck in her throat. After washing it down with a couple of sips of water, she slowly stomped to her hammock and collapsed heavily into it. The trailer responded with a dissatisfied creak, glass smoky spheres rattled in their box, somewhere in the depths one of the bouquets-magic wands worked. But the unicorn didn't care at all.

Mentally, she was transported to childhood, at a time when she and her father traveled around the cities with his show. Every day was like a holiday, each of his performances gathered crowds of spectators and broke a storm of applause. Trixie delightedly caught every word from the stage, followed every movement. It has been a miracle for her since childhood. The way her father made the audience tremble in amazement with just a simple device or a banal dexterity of hooves. The tricks themselves were striking in their elegance and sophistication. There is nothing surprising in the fact that the young unicorn very soon tried on her first illusionist cloak.

Lying with closed eyelids, Trixie smiled mirthlessly. That raincoat with hand-sewn crooked stars, all patched and patched, lay somewhere in the depths of the trailer. By the way, her mobile home is not far from the old faded rag into which it turned over time. Squeaky, unreliable, uncomfortable and extremely annoying, he seemed to be her haven all her life. The same creaky and unreliable.

Today again no one came to her performance. Again in the hall were only her faithful and only friend Starlight, Pinkie Pie, who did not seem to miss a single event at all, and Maude and her boyfriend, who came along with a pink misunderstanding. Trixie played her show like clockwork, her usual flawless and flawless performance. Of course, the audience was delighted and the unicorn is sincerely grateful to each of those who came, even to this boring stick lover. And yet a wave of despair again covered her head.

It was like a swamp, like a viscous quagmire, slowly and surely pulling the cradle to the bottom. And even knowing how to swim, applying all her strength to the last, Trixie managed only to stay afloat, sticking her nose out a little above the fetid muddy slush. But her strength was running out. With each stroke she weakened, each performance brought less and less return, each time the smile on her face was more and more fake. Until this grimace completely froze on her, becoming almost a death mask hiding a tearful rumpled face.

And yet, is the Great and Powerful Trixie so great and powerful? No, not at all. She is just as weak and lonely before the misfortunes of fate as other ponies. She's just really good at pretending and lying. Others, yourself, even the universe itself. The more and louder you shout about your own power, the greater it seems. But the fact of the matter is that it seems that all this is just an illusion, nothing more than self-hypnosis. Optical illusion, smoke and mirrors. Break one and...

Hey, blue mope, stop smearing snot all over the hammock and get your rump over here! - a sharp rough voice unceremoniously invaded Trixie's half-sleep filled with self-pity. The unicorn languidly opened one tear-stained eye and then closed it, cursing dirtyly. Life on the road teaches not only good things, including vocabulary. Luckily, the guest outside didn't hear her. Maybe.

I heard everything! - immediately heard a rebuttal. - She's like that! If you don't come out immediately, I will force you!

Ha, give it a try. Trixie doesn't care what happens to her. It certainly couldn't be worse. Even death will bring only deliverance from this torment that is called life.

Well, you yourself asked for it, - the uninvited guest said threateningly and the unicorn was blinded for a moment by a bright flash. In the next second, the hammock disappeared from under her, and the cozy and familiar smell of a trailer with smoke was instantly replaced by other aromas. Unexpectedly for herself, Trixie showed up at the table of a cafe nearby. Opposite her sat a rather smiling Starlight, who had come at the wrong time and blew off a sharp fit of blues. On the table between them stood a heavy ice cream cake with the image of some notorious illusionist.

And here is the text. It was written a little differently than the others, but I'm sure no one will notice the difference =P

14: Under the Star Blanket

A warm August breeze gently swayed the branches of the trees. The green foliage in some places was full of yellow sparks, hinting at the imminent arrival of autumn. Puddles left after a recent thunderstorm surrounded themselves with a halo of pollen from late flowers. Nature seemed to be enjoying her last breath of summer before dressing up in autumn's golden attire.

Starlight Glimmer stood at the window of her office and looked out at the idyll before her. There was a thoughtful half-smile on her muzzle, and a mug of something fragrant hovered in front of her. The breeze slightly ruffled the slightly disheveled mane of the filly, not even thinking of encroaching on the huge stacks of papers on the table. The spell of protection against flying and falling documents and scrolls worked properly.

From the side of the unicorn, she would have looked contented and peaceful, if not for one “but”: the size of the bags under her eyes could only compete with the size of the stack of papers that she had to sort out. And this is on the eve of the beginning of the new academic year, when the school is filled with students who have arrived in advance to settle down. And it was Starlight's duty to make sure that everything went off without a hitch, and not like last time, when there was an almost international scandal with the risk of escalating into a declaration of war with five friendly races at once.

The filly's eye twitched as there was a knock at the door. She did not have time to answer anything, as the visitor had already opened the door creating a draft. The wind rushed into the room with violent force, sweeping the spell from stacks of papers and throwing them into the air, juggling them like a deranged illusionist overdrinking fortified cider after Saturday's show in Appaloosa. Several carefully sorted and sorted piles turned into a chaotic ocean of several shades of white, spilling over the office floor in a cellulose shroud.

Umm... oh? - squeezed out Gallus, appearing from behind the door completely. “Sorry, I couldn’t even imagine that this would happen.

Starlight's eye twitched again. The world seemed about to break apart around her, self-incinerating and simultaneously apologizing in several languages ​​at once. Fortunately, this did not happen. The unicorn took a deep, long breath, then exhaled. Putting the mug down on the now empty table, she pulled out a drawer and pulled out a blanket-plaid embroidered with pastel-colored stars. Throwing it over herself, right over her head, like a cloak, she sat down right on the floor, leaning on the table and swung her mug back. After taking a long sip, Starlight finally looked up at the gryphon. Looking at him intently, as if wondering what to do with him now, she briefly nodded to a seat nearby, inviting him to join.

What brought you to me at ... - the filly stammered, swallowing the lump in her throat, - at such and such a time? You have holidays.

I ... I wanted to talk to you, - the griffin hesitated, shifted from foot to foot in confusion, but nevertheless decided and came up, sitting down next to him. “I…something is troubling me.

Starlight took another sip and turned to Gallus, fully showing that she was listening to him carefully. The effect was slightly blurred by the fact that the blanket was still on her, and therefore, when she turned, only part of the muzzle stuck out.

Um, okay, - the griffin looked at the deputy director of the school and part-time social teacher, who was carefully looking at him from the depths of the blanket embroidered with stars. Still, the ponies never ceased to amaze him. - Okay. Here's the thing... I kind of don't want to go back to school, just a little bit.

Why would? Starlight asked, snorting aside the tangled edge of the blanket.

You see, I don’t have many friends at home, - Gallus tucked his tail in dismay and began to fiddle with his brush. - It is not customary for griffins to be friends, so I spent most of the summer alone. The rest of the students and I corresponded occasionally, but for the most part nothing else happened. But for the rest, so much has happened. They have fun and enjoy life. Unlike how I live my life in vain, day after day one is alike, boring and dull as the bare rocks of Griffinstone. And now I don't want to go back to school. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to be back with friends and interesting activities, you always have something interesting going on. But in the end we still have to part! I will have to return to my homeland, to bare rocks and unfriendly griffins. I will become just like them: gray, dull, joyless and rude. And I… I'm afraid of it, I don't want such a future! I can't get rid of these thoughts.

Starlight nodded in understanding and without saying a word floated another blanket. Having covered Gallus with it, to which he muttered “thank you” in confusion, she teleported a cup of fresh hot cocoa from somewhere and handed it to her guest. Looking into her half-empty mug, she drank what was there in one gulp and it disappeared in a magical flash, in its place a new one, already full, appeared. Raising the mug slightly, as if making a toast, forcing Gallus to drink, the unicorn took a sip and closed her eyes in bliss. Gryphon, still immersed in his sad thoughts, took a sip without hesitation. Hot, sweet cocoa burned his throat for a moment, but after the pain, some relaxation immediately came and the body was filled with warmth as if from the inside, while a soft gentle blanket warmed him from the outside, like a hug.

You can never predict what the future holds for you,” Starlight said softly, looking somewhere in the space in front of her. - One moment you are happy with your best friends, and the next you part forever. You are trying to change this, and it already seems that you are happy in your own village, but suddenly someone comes again and destroys everything that you are used to, takes away everything that you loved. And no matter how much you would like to give up everything that was, no matter how scary it was to move forward into the unknown, remember ...

Starlight took another sip and fell silent. The griffin also sat quietly, waiting for the continuation, but the unicorn continued to look lostly into nowhere. So Gallus could not stand it and asked again:

Remember what?

BUT? What am I talking about? - the filly came to her senses, shuddering. - Oh, yes. Remember that in the end everything will be fine and everything will work out. Sooner or later, anyway.

You weren't talking about me right now, were you? Gallus clarified, squinting suspiciously.

No," Starlight sighed. Turning to the griffin, she looked at him with completely different eyes, not as a deputy director, but as someone who fully understands and shares his fear, a look full of sympathy and empathy. - You know, running away from my past and future, I made many mistakes. I did the unthinkable and who knows what would have turned out if I had not been told the right way.

You're talking about Principal Twilight, right? Gallus agreed. - I heard this story from Rainbow Dash.

It was Twilight who ended up explaining to me that it's okay to be afraid. That you don't have to hold on to what happened in the past. That everyone can get better.” Starlight furtively blinked away a tear and smiled. - Twilight generally likes to explain.

You can't take that away from her," the griffin grunted, smiling back.

You are a good griffin, Gallus, - the unicorn nodded to him. - And this does not mean that you have to be the same as your Grandfather Graff ...

He's not my grandfather, he's not even related to me, - Gallus corrected her, but she brushed it off.

Who cares? There are wonderful griffins like the postman Gabby or even Gilda, - the filly frowned, trying to remember at least one more. Something Pinkie Pie told about a griffin baking sweets. But Pinky talks too much and not all of her words carry at least some sense. Starlight shook her head. - No matter how you slice it, your reluctance to go back to school is completely illogical. Instead of spending more time with everyone, enjoying each other's company, you offer to break up right now and deprive yourself of all this. Understand that your future belongs only to you. You don't have to become a grumpy old plucked griffin like that "not your grandfather". Your friends just won't let you. You know, I bet even if you try, you won't succeed!

Do you think? - Gallus cleared his throat, fluffed up the feathers on his head, covered one eye with a wing and recited in Graff's grumpy, creaky voice: - You will all find out from me where the yaks winter!

The comic relief of this scene was added by a blanket on his shoulders. Starlight couldn't help but laugh.

Very similar!

Ocellos gave me a couple of lessons,” Gallus admitted, smiling. Sighing, he clarified in a serious tone: - So you say I should not be afraid of either returning to school after the summer holidays, or what awaits me in the future? That I'm not destined to become... like this.

Only if you want to. Yeah, sort of." Starlight nodded as she finished her second mug of cocoa. Rising to her feet, she scanned the floor. - Whatever is done, everything is for the best. Here, for example, we have a mess here, right?

And what's for the best? The griffin tilted its head to one side.

Otherwise, - Starlight chuckled, - that now you will help me deal with all these papers.

Yes, now I believe the stories of Rainbow Dash, - Gallus grinned, starting to pick up the papers. - There is no doubt about your insidious past.

Thanks to Klemm"y and DraftHoof"y for their work on the text. Sometimes it seems that only they read. So if not for this couple, nothing would be written here.

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For the glory of the princesses, it worked! - Twilight exclaimed and hit the mouse with her hoof.

For the glory of princesses? Twilight, don't forget! - Luna, lying nearby and watching the actions of the novice princess from the side, let go of her remark in a friendly way.

I'm sorry, Luna, I'm still confused, - she smiled, not taking her eyes off the monitor, - But in the end, finally, I can read this story!

Is he that important to you? Why? - Raising one eyebrow, the princess of the night asked.

How why? This is an example of the creativity of human children! We can't miss this chance!

Is it that important to your research?

For research… Not important,” Twilight admitted.

But then why? Luna asked, moving a little closer to her.

You'll find out now, Lou, - the alicorn whispered in response.

Well, I can wait a bit.” Moving a little more, Celestia's sister pressed her side against Twilight, and rubbed her cheek against her neck.

Lou... - Blushing, she muttered.

The princess of the night covered her younger friend with a wing, and put her head on the pillow in front of the monitor.

Aha! Ready! A minute later, the purple alicorn exclaimed, and Luna flinched in surprise.

What? Already?

Yes Yes! Everything! Reading the first chapter!

Ten minutes later, they were rolling on the floor with laughter, bursting into tears.

Ah... Ah... - Panting in an attempt to gain a new portion of air, Twilight tried to squeeze out of herself, - And then he ended up in Equestria!

Luna, who had just taken a breath, burst out into a burst of laughter again. She covered her muzzle with her front hooves, and rolled over on her back, constantly kicking her hind legs, unable to stop laughing.

And... And... - Wiping her tears, continued Twilight, - And Pinky threw a party in his honor!

What are you doing here? - Celestia asked in bewilderment looking at the light, - You laugh so loudly! They even woke me up!

Se ... Se ... - Violet tried to pronounce.

What is it, child? Are you unwell?

To whom? What's wrong? - The eldest of the princesses went inside, and, closing the door, lay down near the monitor, - What are you reading?

She began to move her lips silently as she studied the paragraph in front of her. Her eyes widened, and Celestia froze, staring at one point. Her lips quivered in time with the lower eyelid of her right eye.

Twilight stood up, and on shaky legs walked over to the former teacher.

Read from the beginning, Celestia.

Just Tia, Twi, just Tia... - She answered abstractly in a voice that did not change, continuing to look at one point.

Yes, of course, Tia, - she said with a weak smile, - But read carefully, okay?

Yes, of course ... - the Princess of the Sun drawled, reading the contents of the page.

After another seven minutes, she was already laughing.

In the name of magic! - Celestia cried through laughter, unable to contain her emotions, - How do they manage to write such a thing?

These are people, they can, - Twilight noticed, giggling at the sight of the co-ruler of Equestria rolling on the floor, - And this one is especially good.

Yes, I see, - Having calmed down a little and wiping her tears, the Princess of the Sun said, - How much more did he write? Or is it her?

There are seven more chapters, and there is a note about the unfinished fanfic. We haven't read further yet, shall we try together?

Oh, I have to get up early tomorrow ... - Celestia drawled uncertainly. Luna, who was still unable to catch her breath, crawled up to her and buried her muzzle in the wing.

Well, Tia, when are you going to see something like this again? Yes, even in a circle of friends? Put things aside, nothing will happen if you don't prepare that order a day later! There is still a whole month before the holiday, can you relax at least a little?

Well ... - Looking at her sister, she thought, then turned her gaze to Twilight. She looked straight into her eyes with a joyful smile, - Of course, it can wait, - Smiling, the princess finally decided.

Aha! - The younger sister jumped up and pointed her hoof at her - You read! Aloud!

Okay. Where can you continue reading?

A few minutes later, the three alicorns were rolling on the floor again, unable to fight the power of the product of the human mind.

And Re... Re... - Twilight completely lost control, and now she could not utter a single word.

Did you make clothes for him? Luna tried to continue for her.

Yes! She sighed as she breathed in and continued to laugh. Celestia joined her, recalling the behavior of one of Equestria's best fashion designers as described by the author.

Okay, we need to be a little quieter, - Luna concluded, - So we can raise the whole Canterlot to the hooves.

And the neighborhood, if we continue to laugh so loudly, - Added the eldest of the sisters, - Lou, please protect us with a spell. I am unable to do this.

No no no! - Twilight chattered, interfering in the dialogue, - Definitely ... Oh, that is, by no means! I'll do it myself, it's extremely fine-tuning! We can accidentally spell a connection with the world of people, - skipping words from excitement and the consequences of a long laugh, she issued.

Random what? Luna was surprised.

An accidental spell of communication with the world of people, - Without hesitation and a shadow of a doubt, Twilight repeated, - I quickly.

Her horn glowed, and the walls began to be covered with a greenish veil of magical barriers.

Everything, I'm done! We can continue!

OK OK. Let me in! - Impatiently pushing away that, Twilight tried to get to the monitor, - So! Let's get started! Sitting on the pillows, she clicked on the button. The next chapter started to load slowly.

Mistake four hundred and three...

What does it mean? - Princess Sun frowned, - What happened?

It's... Ah... you!

Yes, what is it?

They blocked this story! Blocked!

Blocked? What does it mean?

Don't miss it! Didn't miss it at all! We won't be able to read! - Twilight continued to be indignant, - Nothing at all!

Ahh... Can't we get it back?

No way! There are no ways of personal connection! None! I can't write him a letter!

Ahh... What can we do?

Never mind! Nothing! Discord get them!

But at least something?

I can do something… - Looking down, Twilight admitted, - I can publish fanfiction there. Complain. But... This should be a fanfic about us! About ponies!

So write! Write, Twilight!

But about what? You can't just go and complain to people!

So write ... About us!

Yes, it should be about us! No other way!

Twilight, - Sighing and calming down, began Celestia, - Just write about us. About how we read it. Then they will know that we are unhappy.

Oh ... - The young princess beamed, but immediately thought, - But how can we convey our indignation?

Easily! - Luna cleared her throat, and spreading her wings, began to loudly broadcast, - By this we declare that we, Princess Luna, express our indignation at the fact that we cannot finish reading the lovely and incredibly terrible human stories on this resource! - She folded her wings, - So will it go?

Yes, Luna, quite, - Celestia said, shaking her head, - I don't seem to have gone deaf this time.

But where should I end?

Yes, right here! But write something at the end, okay?

I don't know what to write, but you will read it, right? Okay. Therefore, I will add from myself! Me, Twilight, and I'm an alicorn! Wings are good! Do you understand me? I hope you find out

So, I couldn't help interfering. Twilight really deserved her wings, and now we can have more time waldfyvldaofyvlzharfyvaolPVDAFYVA

I, Princess Celestia, am ending this fanfic!

Original: Complicated Relations
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Twilight Sparkle has a secret: for many years she maintained a sexual relationship with her brother, Shining Armor. But now that her brother is married to the beautiful Princess Cadence, what will become of their forbidden relationship?

Zebra and man celebrate the anniversary of their life together.

Note: I have been planning to write something similar for a long time. Just a sketch on the theme of free fantasy love relationship between a zebra and a man. Poems are not a writer (and not a writer at all), as he could - he spun so.

Many thanks to my good friend, artist RuanShi. It's actually a collaboration in one of his AUs, with Chrysalis, Molestia and Nightmare living under the same roof. Well, and OS-artist, yes. Courtiers.

It was a hell of a lot of fun to work, complementing each other and spurring on new details. Links to his illustrations for the fic can be seen in this text. And a little fact. Almost all the small details like ribbons and wipes can be seen on the "after" art. How many we invented them... Also thanks to everyone who participated in the interactive "Whose raft is better?" on the same storm. The counting of their votes made it possible to determine the winner, although for the "dramatic" effect we tripled the votes on both sides. It is unlikely, however, that those guys will see it, but why not thank?

Enjoy reading.