>>324438Well the word count is completely stagnant. So instead have some last minute
pony and pony demands.
Cadence woke with a scream.
She remembered.
Mi Amore Cadenza, mother, wife, friend, princess and more. The pony princess of love.
More than a millennia of memories into a now very limited body with graspy claw- hands!
A human the new supplied.
No body came to see the young voice. After all that is common in Weimar for the right price.
Her heart and her cutiemark pulsed together. One invisible the other staining under the foreign pressure.
Fourteen years old, miraculously unused, except for her dignity.
And hands, and voice, and mane. A relatively underpriced order by telephone medicine girl kept locked up for their amusement. But that was long ago, almost too old now, yet her charms kept them coming.
Multiple wheelbarrels of these swindlers currency for barely a slice of bread.
She knew this place. Mere horror fiction series. Except it's real.
Her hearts hurt.
A sexual serial killer on the loose and that's the least of her concern.
She had to find a painter. No...
The series was a cascade of horribly saddly hilarious soul crushing series of events. Spreading the news without dying.
Shiny had a mind for strategies in dire times. Even in the tabletop games.
Longingly her hearts pulse.
A faint point awakens. Somepony familiar nearly a world away.
"My love."
She could imagine him even as a man embracing her despite the circumstances.
Then more points. Her little Flurry the brightest and nearest.
Twilly, Aunty Celestia, Aunty Luna and-
A long nosed gremlin managing the calls and her body, glares.
Closing the door still hating her existence seeing her up teary eyed.
Many familiar ponies.
Maybe this world of worse than death and horror can be over turned by love and friendship.
One hoof in front of the other.