Batbrony

What the hay is up with this place? That solitary thought kept resonating in Derpy’s mind as she darted about the South Side, no easy feat considering she wasn’t familiar with any of these new addresses or their inhabitants.  Her mail deliveries, in spite of the sizable amount she was carrying, had been uneventful enough so far, in no small part because she was moving faster and more smoothly than she ever had before.  But now, with mishaps and fits of bungling behavior no longer an issue for her, Derpy’s attention was fixated instead on getting a feel for this new area of town. And from what she’d seen so far, she

“So let me see if I follow you,” Postmark began.  “You skip town and your job, no word to anypony whatsoever, and leave me high and dry.  You come back over a year later and your first thought is to try and get this very same job back as though nothing happened.  And you think this is going to happen why, exactly?” Oh boy… guess Postmark’s disposition hasn’t changed much either. All things considered, Derpy supposed things could be going worse.  At least he hadn’t thrown her plot out of the post office the second she’d walked in.  But still, her efforts so far weren’t going much

“Come on, come on.”  Concentrating with all her might, Derpy stared intently straight into the bathroom mirror.  After a few minutes of getting nowhere, her eyes slowly but surely began drifting away from their straightened position until they closely resembled her old, cross-eyed expression.  Breathing a sigh of relief, Derpy spent a few moments practicing reverting them back and forth between their straightened and cross-eyed appearances.  It took a lot of concentration, but she figured that if she kept practicing it’d get easier in time to switch between the two semblances. At the sound of a knock upon the bathroom door

When Derpy finally stirred from her tranquil sleep, the sun was shining through the living room windows and she could hear birds chirping from outside.  Rubbing the last traces of sleep from her eyes, she got up and entered the kitchen.  Carrot was nowhere to be found, but Derpy quickly spotted a hastily-scribbled note left on the kitchen table.  She trotted over to it and read the note. Derpy, Went into town to fetch some ponies who can help.  Be back soon. Carrot P.S. Have a name for your “mentor” by the time I get back. Glancing up at the cuckoo clock on the kitchen wall, Derpy saw that it was already well past noon.  She

Carrot Top awoke with a start.  Lying stock-still under the covers of her bed, she didn’t so much as move a muscle, her breath caught in her chest.  For a split second, she prayed she was just imagining things, or maybe waking from a particularly vivid nightmare.  A moment’s concentration, however, confirmed that this was more than her imagination.  There was no mistaking it: someone – or something – was downstairs. Her heart thumped in her chest faster than a train’s pistons going full-speed, and she almost started hyperventilating.  However, despite her initial bout of panic, Carrot quickly got a grip of herse

“Madness!  That’s what this is, madness!” “Is it really, Sister Storm?  Is it?” Bitter Sweet asked from atop the lone table in the great hall.  From this position he commanded the attention of the entire room, or at least what attention he could from the turbulent crowd that occupied it at the moment.  Raucous murmurs and dozens of arguments filled the air, resonating from the throng of ponies that surrounded Bitter’s perch and filled almost every bit of space in the hall. “Yeah, that’s exactly what it is.  Madness, anarchy, treachery, take your pick, whatever you wanna call it, that’s e

No. The whole world was in slow motion. No. In a flash, everything had slowed to a snail’s pace.  Copper Crust slumped forward, his body seemingly floating in midair as it crashed to the ground.  There was no resistance, no fighting, he simply dropped like a rock. This isn’t happening. The light had already left his eyes and he lay there on the ground staring off into space at eternity.  For a few seconds more his throat emitted a nauseating gurgling noise, his body involuntarily twitching where it lay, but soon these last few traces of life ceased altogether. This can’t be happening. Then there was just nothing.  Not

“Can I open my eyes yet?” “As I’ve said multiple times already, you need not have closed them at all in the first place.” “Well, you said you had a surprise for me; I just want it to be as much of a surprise as possible!” “Yes, well your enthusiasm, endearing as it may be, has also already delayed our arrival significantly.  Not to mention the alarming amount of walls you’ve flown into.” “Oh come on, it’s not my fault you’re a lousy navigator.  You gotta be telling me when to turn those corners.” “Ah yes, of course, how silly of me, how could I poss

Batmare Begins Chapter 8: The Potter's Bounds Brilliant.  Absolutely brilliant.  Surpassed all expectations yet again.  They can’t possibly deny her full membership, not now, not after that display.  The meeting should be naught but a mere formality.  After that, we turn our eyes, all of us, together, onto greater things. A million possibilities ranged through the delighted Aucune’s mind as he trotted almost merrily through the dimly lit corridor.  Night had fallen, and most of the castle’s residents had retired for the night to their chambers and cells.  Besides the clip-clop of Aucune’s hooves, it was quiet as th

Batmare Begins Chapter 7: One Year Later “Are you alright?” “Yeah, why?” “You look a little… agitated, is all.” “Is it that obvious?” “Just a tad.” “I guess I am a bit wound up.  Nerves, I suppose.” “That’s perfectly understandable, but you’ve got nothing to worry about.  It’s just a bout Derpy, it’s not like there’s anything of import at stake.” “It’s still a bout.  I mean, we’re talking about a bona fide fight, and in front of the whole castle no less!” “It can