MLP: Citizen Weevil: Chapter FourMLP: Citizen Weevil: Chapter Four by MagicMan001
Growing Family, Part I
Saturday mornings were, among many things in his sad, pitiful life, the bane of Weevil’s existence. It was the busiest day of the week for the store. It was good for business, but not so much for the stress vein pounding on the poor changeling’s temple.
“Here you are, Mrs Tea Cosy.” Weevil hurriedly finished packing her woolly saddlebag and slid it and her change across the counter. “I’m sorry for the wait.”
Tea Cosy rolled her eyes irritably and took off with her heavy bag of prune juice, hardly making a dent in the ridiculously long line of customers, who were growing more aggravated and restless by the minute.
“This is getting ridiculous!”
“Hey, who touched my flank? Somepony touched my flank!”
“Okay, everyone! Everyone!” he shouted over the customers’ screaming kids who were running up and down the ai
MLP: Maternal Instinct: Chapter ThirteenMLP: Maternal Instinct: Chapter Thirteen by MagicMan001
“Cerci... I know how you must feel about seeing me here...”
Cerci still did not say anything to her. She just sat back down where she was, facing her back to her, her dropped head gazing wistfully into her lap. To Chrysalis, it looked as if she were meditating, but there was an underlying anger surrounding her as patent as the dirt clotting her mane.
‘Well, this is going as swimmingly as I thought.’ Right now, she really wished she had the power of telepathy, or at least the ability to see her face, if just to have some idea what the mother was thinking. Her persistent silence was disconcerting: she even would have preferred her to leap across the cell in a try to reach through the bars and punch her.
“And I figure you probably have nothing more to say to me.” She nursed her jaw, which started aching from the memory of the blow. “You made that clear at the hospital. All I’m asking is that you list
MLP: Citizen Weevil: Chapter ThreeMLP: Citizen Weevil: Chapter Three by MagicMan001
Down in Six Points, Part III
Shroud hated P.E.. Apart from a good game of hockey, he utterly hated anything to do with Physical Education. It wasn’t just because he was, by all my means, a nerd, but also because he had the grave misfortune of being a changeling colt.
As a male of his species, he could never grow as big and muscular like the mares of his species often did; the only reason the Changeling Kingdom conscripted countless stallions were because they made for good cannon fodder. He couldn’t get anything out of this class other than humiliation and pulled muscles.
The school auditorium/gymnasium was crammed with students from different grades behaving like a horde of zoo animals let out of their cages. The bad weather meant P.E. had been relegated indoors for the day, to the joy of lazy dough balls like Bigmouth, whose most arduous exercise included the trip from his living room to his fridge.
Shroud was sitting on the bott
First Ever MLP FIM : Changelings Group