ThistleFlower

After graduating from high school, Twist moved into a small house just outside of Stalliongrad with her fiancée, Snails. They'd previously gotten engaged in their final semester after almost six years of dating one another, and it was clear as day that they loved one another. Twist graduated with straight A's, while Snails came out with fairly average B's and C's. Twist managed to buy a small store in which she set up her own confectionery selling peppermints and various assorted goodies. Snails moved on to become a small-scale biologist working from home. He mostly studied plants and insects but would occasionally examine animals. Twi

Diamond Tiara sat behind the counter of a greasy spoon café. A fan whirred tonelessly overhead and the wireless radio played crackly, corny love songs in the background. The air was stuffy and dust motes danced in the sunlight filtering through a grimy window. She shifted her apron around her waist and looked at the only customer of the day – a smelly, skinny stallion with a stubbly chin and a tatty baseball cap. The pink earth pony sighed. Her father's riches had not been enough to guide her into a prestigious college – her grades were too low after several years of relentless bullying, nastiness and not focusing on her studie

The late night silence was broken as the sound of heavy hoofsteps echoed through the hallways. The front door slammed heavily and the sound of a slurred apology sounded out. Scootaloo had drunk too much Maple Rum for her own good, and all home looked like at that moment was an intangible mess of colours and shapes. She blinked, beginning the treacherous ascent that was the stairway. They seemed to move and sway, but slowly, one hoof after another, the pegasus managed to make it halfway up before the floor slipped from beneath her hooves, sending her tumbling forward. She landed face first in a heap of drunken limbs. Scootaloo stood up shakily

There comes a time in every mare's life where she has to completely rethink her strategy. Scootaloo was undergoing this stage of her life, and frankly, she found it to be one of the most confusing and upsetting things she'd ever had to do. Sweetie Belle had always been a friend to Scootaloo – No, a best friend – and nothing more. She'd always been there when it mattered, and she'd always go along with Scootaloo's hare-brained schemes to get their cutie marks. Sweetie Belle was the one pony Scootaloo could trust, ever since the day they met. They'd stick by one another, and no matter how much they bickered and quarrelled, they'd be