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"Hey there, everypony! I hope all of my adorable fans are having a splendid weekend, and are trying out their fully functional wings! I know I’ve been!" Winking at her phone screen, Pipp Petals somersaulted off the end of her bed before holding herself aloft with a flair of her wings. She flicked her mane from her eyes, and emoticons filled her frantically scrolling livestream feed. Omg Pipp your wings have a sparkle to them now, soooooo majestic Girl you best be makin an update to your…
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"Pharynx!" I stop mid-thought, and Tarsus stares at me. I probably look stupid—mouth agape, ready to relay orders I no longer remember. Thorax's voice has that effect on changelings. One of these days I'll find a way to weaponize it. Until then, I'll just call him a dork. "My brother graces us with his presence," I sass in reflex, turning with Tarsus. "Let me guess—you ran a roll call and one of your sap-lings is missing for cluster nap time." Thorax stops, and immediately I can see that…
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Unlike Oil and Water
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"...and that concludes our tour! Our hive isn't quite as breathtaking as Mount Aris or Seaquestria, but we love it here. We worked really hard to turn all this into a home full of warmth, and I hope I was able to show you that, today." Thorax wore a smile before he even turned. The regality of the hippogriff queen and her entourage stared back at him, pleased and attentive. "Oh. My. Gosh." Princess Skystar somersaulted over her mother's guards to be by her side, as if that were the only way to…
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"Gwrraa! I am the maulwurf, Papa Thorax, and I’m back for revenge! I’m gonna eat all your vegetables!" A lime nymph leaped upon a boulder and reared up on his hind legs before a changeling nearly quadrupled his size. The changeling cowered and desperately clutched his hooves over his head. "Oh no, not all my vegetables!" Thorax cried. With a muffled thud, he fell to the floor. "You're so intimidating, maulwurf! Please leave us be! I'll give you some lettuce if you go home!" Thorax held up a…
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Thorax shivered, though there was no breeze. The entire valley had grown still now that the conflict responsible for shaking the land had decayed to recent memory. Upon making his way down the mountain, Thorax had taken to observing the fields at its base, where various groups of creatures met in the aftermath. He could only make out segments of their conversations, but even just the sight of so many different creatures getting along was enough to make him feel joy. Thorax furrowed his brow. The more he…
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The Voice of Change
Thorax could hear the crowd from beyond the balcony's red curtains. Thousands of indiscernible, simultaneous conversations came together to amass a deafening white noise. He swallowed the lump in his throat, but his anxiety continued to pour forth. Changelings hugged him in a coordinated effort, but their strategy didn’t amount to much this time. "I believe we’re all set," Celestia said to her scribe. Thorax's panic caught her eye, and she giggled. "Well, as ready as we can be, I…-
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Thorax stirred. The scent of firewood and parchment tickled his nose. He could feel the familiar cushion cradling his body, as well as Apex lying beneath his chin. His ears twitched. Steady breathing came from somewhere nearby. It was consistent with the warm coat pressed against his legs. Thorax smiled. Perhaps everypony was still asleep. After all, there was no light bathing him and demanding that he begin his day. No changelings were poking him for attention, nor was there any older brother…
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The bustling commotion within Canterlot Castle's hallways came to an abrupt end. A true paradise of coziness unfolded itself before the changelings, and they released a collective gasp of awe. A circular room marked with bean bags and a thick, decorative rug floor brought the distinct scent of parchment. Slender tables topped with candlelight lamps and a few books were strategically placed throughout. Several bookcases did their best to touch the ceiling, their shelves neat and proper. Tall, stained…
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A Dinner, A Dozen
"Where'd those white and black grains go? Ah, there they are." Pharynx’s magic latched onto a pair of glass shakers hiding among a network of bowls, trays, and utensils. "Salt and pepper, Pharynx," Thorax corrected, rotating a fork in his aura to wind up a spool of pasta. "We're uncultured, but not that uncultured." "You know, I must be a glutton for punishment." Pharynx maintained his sneer, even as he devoured his noodles and smeared his mouth with sauce. "Because I don't even need this…-
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