TwilightSparkleSecretShipFicTheCardGameTheFanFicsT

tumblr blog where I take two random pony cards and a ship card from Twilight Sparkle Secret Ship-Fic the Card Game and write a short story about the combination. Mostly a writing exercise, you're millage may vary.

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Mr. Cake stepped into the locker room with cautious excitement. Fit pegasai buzzed around to their lockers, exhausted after another daring show of aerial stunts. The Wonderbolts were in Ponyville on the current stop of another of their Equestria-crossing tours of aeronautic and acrobatic feats of wonder. The yellow baker pony looked nervously around for something in the chaos. It’s important to understand that Mr. Cake was a huge Wonderbolts fan. He loved the graceful way they soared through the sky, effortlessly jetting through clouds as the sun shone on their magnificent costumes. As an earth pony forever stuck on the ground, the whole idea of flight excited him since he was a little colt. This idea was one sadly not shared by his wife, an equally land-locked earth pony. “Get your head out of the clouds honey, there’s work here to do on the ground.” Her words echoed in his mind. She had not joined him on this trip to see the Wonderbolts, in fact she was not even in Ponyville. Mrs. Cake had left the day before to deliver a cake out west and would not be back for a few more days. Mr. Cake attempted to use his tall stature to look over the crowd in search of that mare. Pumpkin and Pound Cake were back at Sugar Cube Corner being watched over by Pinkie Pie - this earth pony had come to the show alone. Then he found her, blood pumped into his face as he locked eyes on that beautiful mare with sleek curves and fiery hair that could cut through the sky with the speed of a bullet and the beauty of a ballet dancer. This was the exhilaration he yearned for in life that Mrs. Cake just didn’t understand. Mr. Cake watched as Spitfire slowly removed her sweaty Wonderbolt uniform, preparing to reveal her usually hidden cutie mark underneath, a pleasure Mr. Cake had experienced a time before. “S-Spitfire,” Mr. Cake stuttered attempting to get her attention. He watched her strong, majestic wings flap as she turned to see him. “Ah, Mr. Cake, we meet again,” Spitfire said smiling,” did you enjoy the show?” Mr. Cake stood for a second, lost in the gorgeous sight before him. “Oh it was a fantastic show Spitfire, you ponies really know how to put on an amazing performance, especially you,” he said, moving forward to stick a hoof around her. The two embraced for a moment. Then Spitfire continued stripping her uniform. “I can tell you’re excited to see me, your wife not come to the show?” she questioned, cocking an eyebrow. Mr. Cake dashed a hoof nervously at the ground, ”oh she’s out of town for a few days.” “Oh really,” Spitfire looked grinning, “well we’re here in Ponyville a couple more days. Maybe I can give you,” her eyes lowered, ”a private performance.” Mr. Cake’s heart began to beat faster. The last time Spitfire had visited, she flew him up into the sky and together they gracefully soared through the air. He still hadn’t cleared that day out of his head, the thought of his hooves leaving the ground became a daily daydream when bored at the bakery. “W-well that would be fantastic Spitfire,” he stammered back as he began to sweat. “Awesome,” Spitfire returned,”I just gotta shower off quick with the team. As cool as they look it can get pretty gross inside our costumes. Actually you look pretty sweaty too, maybe you want to join me in there hotshot.” Mr. Cake’s heartbeat thundered through his lanky frame,” I would enjoy that Spitfire.” The two ponies walked to the showers, Mr. Cake and his Other Mare.

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Music thumped through the massive speakers, rumbling the small club with their loud bass tones like an earthquake. Ponies danced wildly as lights flashed over the crowd, illuminating the undulating pit of pure party energy. The DJ adjusted her headphones flipping a new track onto her duel turn-tables. “We got some fresh tracks straight outta Fillydelphia for yall!” the pearl white unicorn shouted above the chaos,”I hope you're ready to Par-Tay!” She slammed her hooves down on the controls, maxing out the volume as the music reached a new level of body rocking intensity. *Crsh WubWubWubWub* Even Octavia, asleep at their apartment in Canterlot, probably felt the drop. Ponyville had earned a night of wanton partying after a successful Summer Sun Celebration and DJ PON3 was the mare to give it to them. Vinyl kept the music pumping into the night, always keeping the crowd at maximum levels of hype while rhythmically bobbing her head to the beat. The party raged on deep into the night, shaking the whole of Ponyville awake with it's thunderous beats. Shortly before midnight, Vinyl stepped off backstage to take a quick breather between sets. She sat down to rest, her head still shaking to the music. The room darkened and a shadowy figured burst through the ceiling.

“WE ARE PRESENT!”

the mysterious mare roared, locking her eyes on Vinyl.

“YOU, DIMINUTIVE, IVORY UNICORN, YOU ARE THE ORIGIN OF THE BRILLANT CACOPHONY!”

the mare continued in her commanding tone pointing a large hoof at the DJ. Vinyl nodded in response.

“YOUR JOYOUS RHAPSODIES, THESE “WUBS” WE HAVE BEEN TOLD OF, HATH BEEN THE ONLY SOUND TO REACH OUR GLORIOUS LUNAR DOMAIN AND KEPT US AMUSED FOR MULTITUDINOUS CYCLES!”

She moved closer to Vinyl.

“SUCH ELEGANCE AND MAJESTY OF TONE WHICH COULD RIVAL THE DISTINGUISED VIRTUOSOS OF AGES GONE BY SPIRITED, PURPLE EYED PONY! IT IS OUR AMBITION TO POSSESS THESE “WUBS” FOR OURSELVES!”

Vinyl nodded again at the request as the be-mooned mare magic'd something from beneath her necklace.

“IT IS TIME THAT WE, NIGHTMARE MOON, TAKE YOU TO BE OUR EMPRESS ON THE MOON SO YOU MAY ENTERTAIN US WITH YOUR MUSIC FOREVER!”

She punctuated that last point by slamming her hoof down loudly on the table revealing the large, moonrock ring she had proposed with. Vinyl lifted her headphones from her head. ”Huh? Oh hey dude, always glad to meet a fan, but autographs are gonna have to wait til after the show, sorry. I gotta go pick up the next set. Laterz,” Vinyl curtly waved before exiting the room leaving a now embarrassed demon of the night alone in the backstage of the club.

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Cheerilee entered the darkened school house, quickly locking the door behind her. “Just gotta lay low here for a little while,” she thought to herself as she sat down in front of the fireplace for warmth. That stupid purple librarian had let another outbreak of that spell get out and now all the ponies in Ponyville were acting like crazy zombies. All she wanted to do was have a quite life as a teacher but clearly that just wasn't possible with Celestia's pupil around. Hearing groans outside, Cheerilee slumped low to avoid detection. “Hopefully that egghead will have things figured out by morning,” she yawned stoking the coals of the fire. All was quiet in the one-room school as Cheerilee began to close her eyes and fall asleep. *FWOOM* The fireplace expelled a fireball and some...thing came flying out, slamming into the startled teacher horse. Recovering from the shock, Cheerilee looked up at her mysterious intruder, her eyes slowly gaining focus. It appeared to be a pegasus she didn't recognize, maybe one of Rainbow Dash's visiting friends. The two locked eyes, a wide grin forming on the pegasus's face. “Schmoopy Boo!” the pegasus gleefully shouted. Cheerilee's heart sank,”Oh no,” she muttered in defeat. This was the fifth time that idiotic purple unicorn had let an outbreak of the love poison ravage the town. She already hadn't liked it the first time when her and Big Mac had been afflicted by it, and she certainly didn't enjoy it any more the next three times. It was as if the entire town was her play thing so she could watch us squirm for her terrible writings. Cheerilee was jostled from her thoughts as the fiery pegasus lifted her up with ease into a hug and began kissing her hooves. “Oh sweety-honey pony pie, my lovey-dovey angel cutie, don't worry, Wild Fire is here for you now,” the pegasus crooned between kisses. Cheerilee lowered her eyebrows and groaned, “all their love talk is the worst,” she thought in irritation. “My honey-bunny bear, let me take you on a magical journey to somewhere more romantic my snuggly-wuggly pudding pie,” Wild Fire lovingly cooed. While still holding onto Cheerilee, Wild Fire took some steps back and took flight at astonishing speed through one of the windows of the classroom, shattering the glass. “That foolish purple unicorn is gonna pay for that,” Cheerilee thought surveying the damages to her school room. The two ponies flew through the night sky, moving beautifully among the stars, Wild Fire clutching Cheerilee by her forehooves. Cheerilee was already no fan of heights and was definitely no fan of what happened next. “I can show you the world.” “Wait a second, is Wild Fire singing to me?”, Cheerilee thought in alarm and disgust. “Take you wonder by wonder.” “And show tunes no less,” Cheerilee huffed in irritation. She didn't like being up this high with the crazed pegasus and she certainly didn't like this amateur attempt at being won over. That asinine librarian must be slipping, at least the last time this happened it had been an original song. “A whole new world!” Wild Fire was hitting the climax of the piece as they zoomed toward a quiet mountainside overlooking Ponyville. They settled in under a tree, the landing a little too rough for the romantic attempts the pegasus was trying at. “Now we are alone my honey-bunny, Schoompy-doodle, pudding pie, in a place almost equal of your beauty,” Wild Fire crooned out to her romantic captive,”now kiss me.” “What a cliched, annoying, unoriginal ... GRAHHH I Had Papers to Grade Tonight! When I get my hooves on that Twilight Sparkle,” Cheerilee shouted into the night, angrily rubbing her hooves together. “YOU HEAR ME YOU MORONIC UNICORN, I'M COMING FOR YOU!”

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The two ponies sat in the train car watching the wilderness whip by through the window. The baker pony had the simple mission of delivering a cake to a wedding in a new town out west. The other had an equally simple goal but one of a much less wholesome aim. Shifting uneasily in her seat, the baker pony thought of her husband and kids back home. While delighted to have a new customer, she had never been this far away without them, but someone had to watch the shop while she was gone. The cowpony adjusted her hat, “what's got you all in a bunch stranger?”, she questioned, a smile appearing beneath the brim. “Oh just nerves, I've never been out this far west before, and I miss my family,” the baker pony returned quietly. “Heh heh, family,” the cowpony chuckled,” the west is a dangerous place ma'am, just stick close to ol' Jack and you shouldn't have any worries.” The cowpony rubbed at the worn box on her lap while looking out from under her hat. Her response hung in the air. “S-so,” the baker pony awkwardly broke the silence,”what brings you to these parts?” Adjusting her brim back down, the cowpony replied,”let's just say I have a list and there's someone in this town we're headed to that can help cross something off of it and leave it at that.” “What could that mean,” the baker pony thought nervously. “Whats a soft, Ponyville hayseed doing this far out west?” the cowpony questioned. The baker pony flinched, broken out of her worry by the direct question. “Oh, just delivering a cake to a wedding in that new town that just sprang up out of the desert,” the baker pony managed to get out. Somewhat surprised by the answer, the cowpony sat in contemplation for a moment. Unbeknownst to the baker pony, something whizzed by outside past the window. “The west is a dangerous place full of dangerous ponies little lady, I'm not so sure you're ready to travel it alone,” the cowpony calmly returned. Then a loud thumping filled the cab, the sound of hooves on the carpet outside the room. A split second later, the door burst open and a revolver wielding, mask wearing pony violently entered the room. “This is a robbery! Do as we say and you pieces of trash won't get h.” *BANG* The bandit pony slumped to the ground as the cowpony causally pulled back the bolt on her rifle popping the spent casing. Shocked and alarmed, the baker pony cried out in terror at the intense and grim scene that had just played out in front of her. “Like I said miss,” the cowpony put her rifle back in it's case and moved to her side, putting a hoof on her shoulder,”the west is a dangerous place full of dangerous ponies and you best stick with me if you hope to make the delivery safely.” The baker pony's heart thumped loudly in her chest, who was this mysterious mare? She had never experienced such thrill and excitement before, it was all so... invigorating. The baker pony slide closer to her rough companion, placing her own hoof around the cowpony's shoulder. “This is only for the trip,” she thought,” and my husband will never need to know about this.” The two cuddled closer as the sun set, leaving them to their urges as the light winked out.