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+A Childhood in Cantorlot
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+Written by: Sand-wolf579 
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+CHAPTER ONE
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+Working out in the orchards all day was hard work, but Big Macintosh had been doing it for years so he was used to it. At least he had a variety of chores to do, unlike his sister. Applejack's only job was to buck apples, for the most part. Big Mac helped out with that too, but he also plowed the fields, repaired everything that broke, he ran the farm.
+Today though he was bucking apples. It was Applejack's job today, but she had run off early that morning to be with her friends. Even though this meant more work for Big Mac, he didn't complain. Why would he complain about his sisters having fun with their friends?
+Speaking of his sisters he could see little Apple Bloom, and strangely enough, she was alone. Big Macintosh thought that was weird, Apple Bloom was rarely seen without the other cutie mark crusaders, and she never came home right after school. Big Macintosh sighs and takes a break from his bucking to go see what his sister was doing here.
+As Big Mac nears his youngest sister she turns to look at him with her big, sad eyes. When he's by her he doesn't say anything, he knew that if she wanted to talk to him then she would. Sure enough she soon says "Whoever came up with the idea of school aught to be imprisoned."
+Looking at her brother she says "Big Mac, why do ponies have to be so mean to each other?"
+Big Mac sits on the ground beside his sister and says "Ah don't know. Did somethin' happen at school today?" Apple Bloom shakes her head and looks up at the sky for a minute then she nods and says "Well, it wasn't today, it happened yesterday. Diamond Tiara just started pickin' on somepony, which is normal fer her, but then everypony else started pickin' on him too." Apple Bloom sighs and continues "Ah even laughed at him a little, ah feel just awful. Ah guess ah was just happy that ah wasn't the one being laughed at."
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+Apple Bloom stands up and starts pacing around, continuing her story. "Ah didn't think it was that bad, until he left school early, he looked really upset. And he didn't come to school today, ah guess he doesn't want to get picked on anymore."
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+Big Macintosh nods and says "Do you know why this colt was bein' bullied?" Apple Bloom nods and sits down again, "It's because he's different, even though he has his cutie mark." Apple Bloom looks up at her big brother and says "Ah thought that ponies only got bullied if they don't have cutie marks, ah guess ah was wrong."
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+"Eeyup," Big Macintosh says, standing up and walking off to do more apple bucking, gesturing for his sister to follow him so he could talk to her and still get some work done.
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+"It's usually the pony's who are different who get bullied," Big Mac says, "Most of the time the only thing different about em is if they don't have a cutie mark." Big Mac sighs and says "But there are other differences in ponies, and those don't often go away. Those ponies that are different don't often have many friends.
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+Apple Bloom looks at her brother curiously, "You seem to know a lot about this." Big Mac nods and says, "Ah'm gonna tell ya'll a story, about a pony who was different."
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+"Did this pony have any friends?" Apple Bloom asks, Big Mac smiles and says "This colt had his family, but he did also have a friend.."
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+"Is it a true story?" Apple Bloom asks, she gasps and asks "Is it about you? Were you the friend of the pony?" Big Macintosh chuckles and says "No, ah was the pony that got bullied."
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+"You were?" Apple Bloom asks, looking sadly at her brother, "But why, you're not too different from everypony else, you're just shy." Big Mac shakes his head,
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+"No, ah wasn't just shy, there was a lot of things tha' ah was tha' was different." Looking at his sister Big Mac says "Do ya want ta hear the story?"
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+Apple Bloom nods vigorously and Big Mac begins his story.
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+"It all started when I was younger then you are now…"Continue reading here: tiny.cc/ponyfanfic

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+T H U N D E R  S T R U C K
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+by MerlosTheMad  
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+Chapter 1 : Power Acquisition Request  
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+Friday Night. The machine's motors whirred, moving it in a rhythmic way through the house. The alloy base of its legs, designated 'hooves', clopped softly on the bare wooden flooring. The logic center of the unit's processors had determined a long time ago, approximately nine years, rounded, that it was due to their appearance. The bases of its legs were not, in fact, real hooves at all. It did not make sense then, for them to be designated 'hooves'.  The unit knew many things. It knew that its full designation was 'Sweetie Belle', that it could hop approximately three feet vertically with an error range of two inches, and of course, that its maker was the keeper of the power outlet.  It often, however, did not understand its maker, like many other things. Unlike many other things, Creator would also often go against the very logic program she had given Unit Sweetie. One such oddity was that it was programmed to request power, despite the presence of a storm in the area. It determined that could be dangerous to its systems, something it was also programmed to protect. It could not act out against Creator's directive, though.  Still, that was not a concern of Unit Sweetie's at the moment. It typically spent very little power or time processing Creator or her decisions. Creator was simply, Creator. For the time being, obtaining power was the unit's only primary directive. Without the power outlet, Unit Sweetie would shut down. Without the power outlet, it would fail a primary directive; that directive simply being to remain active at all times.  Unit Sweetie was unable to fulfill the powering action itself, and was unsure why its maker had made it so. The processor's logic matrix could think of several things it could do to obtain power by itself through some means, whether by using something as advanced as various articles around the maker's house, or just utilizing its mouth.  Despite this, Unit Sweetie was programmed to always request its maker to plug it in, rather than use its designs and plans; things it made during its processor's periods of low activity. It wasn't a part of the logic matrix to second guess or resent, or even object to this. It was just a program, no more alive than any other computer or software.  The twin cameras that Unit Sweetie used for vision registered the darkness filling the house. It was difficult to see with the lack of normal light parameters, but that was acceptable; it could still make out obstacles.  There were various other shapes moving in the building's darkness. They were designated 'real animals' within the memory storage. It was important to avoid them, but if necessary, it was allowed by the programming to discourage them from interfering with the unit.  The cameras tracked a small shape flitting through the shadow; it was a 'cat', and one of the unit's targets designated 'nuisance'.  The cats especially liked to mewl and pester the unit. It did not care, it could not care, but it was necessary to discourage the felines from getting too bold as per the unit's programming, and that required power. There wasn't much power left, now. Its processor's logic matrix often worked hard to decide on effective methods of gently discouraging the cats efficiently.  For now, they made no move against the unit, which was acceptable, and fortunate. The unit did not have power to spare chasing cats or utilizing the 4 mW laser diodes which they would chase without pause. The equipment designated 'laser pointers' were often kept near the top of the logic matrix's priority systems list, but they had to be dropped this time out of necessity to reach Creator's room with the scant power remaining.  Unit Sweetie's logic matrix quickly calculated the distance remaining to Creator's room; it was determined there would be time still to request power. It knew the distance separating itself from the room well, but busily recalculated the floor length to ensure success of power acquisition. The memory storage backups were refreshed with the new measurement, though it was the same.  The little processors contained within the unit's chassis were filled with information of every sort; behavioral parameters, temperature, movement data, the surroundings, vast amounts of trivia, power levels, structural statistics, and one more thing, its creator. The Creator was the key to everything, and the unit was very familiar with her; even if it didn't understand her.  Unit Sweetie nudged the door to its maker's room open with its nose apparatus, then walked in slowly. It monitored its power dwindling by the second. It had waited approximately one hour; forty-seven minutes; twelve seconds and fourteen nano-seconds longer than usual to request power. That wasn't normal. The processor cores could not come up with an explanation for Unit Sweetie upon request.  Unit Sweetie's 'eyes' spotted its first goal; Creator, sitting idly on a unit designated 'furniture: couch'. The processors moved onto step two of power acquisition, which was to drop the power cord linked to its left flank from its mouth, onto the ground.

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+A N T H R O P O L O G Y
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+by JasonTheHuman
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+“Are you gonna eat that?” Lyra looked expectantly at the cake that was still on Bon-Bon’s plate.   Her roommate lifted a hoof to pull the plate a bit closer to her side of the table. “Honestly, Lyra…”  “Sorry. But it’s just been sitting there, and – “  “We just got to Sugarcube Corner five minutes ago,” Bon-Bon said. “And excuse me if I was a little shocked by how you inhaled yours.”  Coming here had become a tradition, something the two of them did every weekend. Mr. and Mrs. Cake were some of the best bakers in Ponyville, if not all of Equestria. For ponies who both loved sweets, it was a natural hangout.  “You think cake and candy are some kind of art form, don’t you?”  “It’s what I make for a living! Of course there’s an art to it!” Bon-Bon said. “And anyway, I’ve finally gotten a job interview scheduled with the owners, so before we know it, I might even be working here.”  “That’s nice. Will we get free cake, then?” Lyra asked.  Bon-Bon glared at her. “Anyway, I heard you were invited to play at the Grand Galloping Gala this year. That’s quite an honor,” Bon-Bon said. She took a single bite of her cake, enjoying it, savoring the flavor, unlike a certain unicorn.  Lyra nodded vigorously. “Yeah! Can you believe it? I’m not too good with formal events, though.”  “I… can’t imagine why.” Bon-Bon’s attention was fixed on some chocolate frosting still hanging off Lyra’s chin. “Let’s hope it doesn’t turn out to be a disaster like it was last year. You heard about that, right?”  Lyra nodded. “I never would have thought Fluttershy had it in her. It’s always the quiet ones.”  Taking another small bite of her cake, Bon-Bon continued. “So, have they told you what pieces you’ll be performing? Do you know what you’ll be wearing?”  Lyra shrugged. “I dunno, maybe Rarity – “  “INCOMING!”  They barely heard the buzz of the scooter approaching before it slammed into the table. Bon-Bon’s cake was propelled directly into her face. Lyra attempted unsuccessfully to stifle a laugh.  “Scootaloo, are you sure that’s gonna be your special talent?” Apple Bloom said, walking towards the overturned table with Sweetie Belle at her side.  Bon-Bon gaped at the three fillies, her face covered in frosting.  “What can I say? Sometimes it’s better to finish quickly.” Lyra shrugged. “By the way, you’ve got a little something...” She lifted a hoof to her own face. “Right there.”   Bon-Bon had already snatched up a napkin and started wiping herself off.  “Sorry about that,” Scootaloo said, shaking her head. She adjusted her helmet. “I was going so fast that time! Now I just need to work on my turns…” She gave a weak smile.  “No problem,” Lyra said.  Bon-Bon hesitated and took a deep breath. “Y-yes… No… problem… at… all.”  “Lighten up, they’re just kids. Remember what it was like trying to get a cutie mark when you were that age? I don’t blame them for trying all this crazy stuff.”  Sweetie Belle’s face brightened up. “Hey, we never asked you how you got your cutie mark! Your talent is music, isn’t it?” She was staring at the golden harp on Lyra’s flank.  “Yeah! Actually, it took me a long time to get my cutie mark. It was back in filly school when I lived in Canterlot. I was one of the last in my class to get mine, you know…”    Lying awake in bed one night, Heartstrings – she’d still been calling herself Heartstrings back then – had heard her parents talking about her.  “You know that Heartstrings has been struggling in school…” That was her mother.  “Some unicorns just take longer to learn magic, that’s all. Things will come to her in time,” she heard her father reply.  “But what if it doesn’t? It’s been too long now. No magic, no cutie mark. What if it’s all because she’s – “  “Heartstrings is a unicorn. It’s that simple. It’ll all come in time.”  Of course, even though she was a filly, Heartstrings knew what they had been talking about.

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+Sunny Skies All Day Long  
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+by PhantomFox  
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+The sun was setting in Canterlot with the moon just creeping over the horizon.  Princess Celestia walked into her bedroom, her mane put up into curlers.  Luna followed close behind her, listening intently while sipping a cup of coffee as Celestia related the tale of her most recent visit to Ponyville.  "I mean, seriously Luna, this is the second time they could have avoided the problem by simply ASKING me. Why don't they feel like they can just talk to me? It's like I'm Princess Celestia instead of Princess Celestia.”  Celestia’s horn glowed as she levitated her crown off of her head.  She briefly considered flinging it against the wall in frustration, but composed herself and set it down in its place on her bedside table.  She floated over her nightgown to guard against the chill night air of the mountain as she vented her annoyance to her sister.  “I have everypony bowing and scraping before me over every little thing, as if I'd bring down my wrath upon them over a burnt biscuit or some-such frivolity. Just because I have power doesn't mean I fling it around willy-nilly! I mean, banishment over a pet? Where do they get such ideas?"  Luna said nothing, but dropped her eyes to the floor and took another sip of her coffee.  Celestia’s face softened and she walked over to Luna, raising Luna’s head with a hoof and giving her a loving nuzzle.  "Oh Luna, don't give me that look. I banished Nightmare Moon, not Princess Luna. We've been over this, remember? You're my sister and I love you dearly.”  Celestia smiled and walked over to the royal bed.  She sighed as she pulled back the covers, looking back over at her younger sister.  “In fact, it seems like you're the only one I can talk to sometimes.  As an equal at least. I wish sometimes everypony else could see past the crown and see me.”  Luna smiled and set down her coffee as she walked over to Celestia.  "Why don't you?"  "Excuse me? I'm... not sure I understand.  Why don’t I what?"  "Why don't you set the crown down for a day? It sounds like you want a day off from being royalty."  Celestia just laughed and continued to prepare the bed.  "Oh, that's just silly. I have so much to do! I couldn't!"  "I'm sure you could make time if you tried. Say that you have an urgent meeting with somepony that just came up and can't wait."  Celestia paused in her work, pondering the practicality of the idea before shaking her head and lying down on her bed.  "... oh, that does sounds tempting. But what am I thinking?  Where would I go?  I couldn't go anywhere without somepony seeing me. A visit from the Princess is always news."  Luna’s smile broadened as the solution came to her.  "Then don't go as the Princess."  "Oh Luna, it's not like I can stop being... the... hmm..."  Luna walked up to Celestia’s bed, highlighting the size difference between them.  "Remember how different I looked as Nightmare Moon than I do now? Would anyone recognize you without your power showing?"  Celestia sat up in bed, her eyes sparkling as the idea dug its way through her imagination.  "... that might actually work. It’s been centuries since I took on my power.  Nopony would remember me without it.  Oh... I would love to be able to talk to everypony without them worrying about my rank."  Luna laughed at her older sister’s wistful expression and brought over a scroll and a pen.  "You should do it, sis! It sounds like you need this. I don't think even your best student would recognize you!"  Celestia laughed and summoned an ink pot from across the room and started scribbling down some notes.  “You're right! It'd be nice to see Twilight casually. Heh, what did somepony hear her say that one time? 'There's nothing casual about a visit from royalty'? Well, perhaps that's true, but what about a visit from ‘Sunny Skies’?"  Luna beamed to see Celestia so excited about her idea.  She took the covers in her mouth and tucked Celestia in.  "I'll leave you to your planning sis.  Have a restful night."  "You have a good night Luna.  I’ll see you when it’s time for dawn.”  Luna blew out the lamp, laughing as she heard a giggle of excitement from her normally composed big sister.  “Ooh, this is going to be FUN!"    A few days later, Princess Celestia found herself by a lonely lake a fair ways outside of Canterlot.  Pacing back and forth with excitement, she reviewed her mental checklist once more.  She had managed to ditch her guards, as they thought she was meeting with a representative from Stalliongrad.  With Luna’s help, she left them guarding an empty room while she snuck out the back and made it to this nearby lake.  Looking up at the sky, she noted that the sun was in its proper place and made a few last minute adjustments to its course to ensure it progressed properly throughout her day off.  Now... for the important part.  Celestia closed her eyes and focused on herself.  She could feel the power of the sun radiating through her, giving her the magnificent presence that made her stand out.  The sun’s power was a part of her, and she couldn’t get rid of it.  But she could cloak it.  Focusing power through her horn, she dampened her own power.  She felt itchy all over as she felt herself shrink down, and her mane and tail shorten.  After a few minutes she opened her eyes again.  The first thing to hit her was the fact that the world looked so different from a few feet closer to the ground.  She trotted over to the lake, and peered into her own reflection.  Looking back at her was a simple white alicorn with a plain pink mane and tail.  Oh, it had been such a long time since she had looked like this.  Turning to the side she noted her cutie mark was still there.  That simply would not do.  Every coin of Equestria had her cutie mark on it, and Luna’s on the reverse.  But she had come prepared.  Taking a satchel she had brought with her, she stashed her crown, gilded boots, and necklace in it.  No ordinary pony would have such things!