Stories set in the Oversaturated World, some silly, some less so.
The following takes place a few years after most of the stories told in this world thus far.
The Crusaders walked into history class midconversation. “… So Tender said he feels like he can’t get away with nothin’, so I asked him just what all he wants to get away with, and he said it’s none o’ my business, and I said the past is my business, and one thing led to another, and that’s why we ain’t talkin’ to each other right now.” Apple Bloom huffed and plopped into her seat, arms crossed.
Sweetie patted her on the shoulder. “There, there. He’ll come around.”
“He kind of does have a point,” Scootaloo said from Apple Bloom’s other side.
Apple Bloom gave her a sharp look, then arched an eyebrow. “So where’s Rumble right now?”
Scootaloo opened her mouth, then snapped it shut as her face burst into a furious blush. “Locker room. But it’s not like I knew that before you asked. Seriously, you complain about Applejack, then you pull this?”
Sweetie shook her head. “Scootaloo, this isn’t how this works. Right now we make sure Apple Bloom feels better. We wait until the third act to point out her hypocrisy.”
Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “Life isn’t a rom-com, Sweetie.”
“I’m sorry, have you met Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle?”
“And what was that about Applejack?” added Apple Bloom.
“Is she still calling you every night?” said Scootaloo.
“Still whinin’ an’ moanin’ on how she’s let the family down by leavin’ the farm. For a business degree. T’ help the farm. An’ makin’ sure her baby sister’s still keepin’ her innocence. Then I point out how I’m a junior and I’m turnin’ eighteen next year, and she starts cryin’…”
Scootaloo poked Bloom in the shoulder. “And you don’t see any similarities between that and you keeping tabs on Tender Taps? Instead of, you know, trusting him when he’s not in sight?”
After a few moments, Apple Bloom scowled and slumped in her desk. “Shut up.”
“Just saying. I don’t know how it works, but there’s more to the past than what your boyfriend’s been up to. Might want to keep up with the rest of it.”
“Eh. Mostly looks after itself. Besides—”
Dr. Turner swept into class. “Good morning, class! Crusaders, I appreciate your work, of course, but I’m going to have to ask you to table your doubtlessly thrilling discussion. Now, let us turn to the North. Indeed, we turn to the Nhorse, most particularly—“
Sweetie raised her hand. “Uh, Dr. Turner?”
“Sweetie, I’m going to ask that you wait until I reach the part of the lecture you need to question before you ask.”
“Not that. Just, uh…”
“Why are you a woman?” spouted Scootaloo.
“Hmm?” Dr. Turner looked at herself as though she hadn’t noticed the shift. “Oh, right, that.” She shrugged. ”Woke up like this this morning. I plan on getting in touch with Sunset Shimmer after class. But no matter! We turn to that unparalleled hero of the tenth century, Rockfist the Mighty. Rockfist the Lucky! Rockfist the Incapable of Asking for Directions, not that that’s much of an option when you’re in a longboat in the North Saddlantic. And we have a very special guest today. Class, I present—”
A behemoth of a man plowed through the door without bothering to open it first, a wide grin on his face and a shovel strapped to his back. “Hello, wee monkeys! I’ve heard tell you lot want to hear some of my stories.”
Apple Bloom blushed. “Okay, I guess maybe I could keep a closer eye on the past.”
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Time Turner of Doctor Whooves is keeping up with his and or her Earth version. Waiting for the 13th Whooves who's a lady of course.
This is amazing.
Hello, Rockhoof.
Hah! Time paradox arrival!
Yeah, human Rockhoof would be called 'Roackfist' because they don't have hooves and Rockfist sounds awesome!
There was this thing with Twilight and a box full of stolen historical artefacts and... well, Sunset has a headache right now and that's all you really need to know about how complex the whole mess got before the end. Fortunately, Starlight was able to talk down the dark magic-corrupted antagonist du jour before he did too much damage.
Did you need to mention this takes place in the future twice?
Also, welcome, lady!Time Turner! Oh, and Rockhoof I guess.
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Her parents must believe in planning ahead.
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Teaching a precocious precognitive comes with unique challenges.
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"Goodbye, Mr. Rockhoof," said Principal Celestia as she escorted him back to the statue.
"Don't see why it's my fault. Everypony was goin' on about yer fancy technology and great advancements, but you cannae build a wall tha' can handle a little love tap from me shovel?"
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It was either that or Rockboot, and fists are generally cooler than boots.
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Typical Wednesday, really.
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The gender change won't last too long. Also, thanks for catching the doubled author's note. I'd meant to cut the one in the main text when I copied this from the forum thread.
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The gender change is temporary? Why?
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Because it was intended as a silly gag and nod to the 13th Doctor, not a bear trap of continuity waiting to snare unfortunate writers who might want to use this version of Time Turner in the future.
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Darn
I think Rockfist is a cooler name than Rockhoof.
I see somebody has watched the new episodes of Doctor Who. In all honesty, I'm wondering why it took them this long to do that to the Doctor.
And why she didn't see it coming.
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Pretty sure it was mentioned by Tennent or Smith's Doctor at some point. I know I've heard the older series mentioned and showed the possibility of timelords flipping genders.
Hm. You know, I can believe that anybody with that aspect occasionally waking up with a different physical age or sex or features is not only plausible in this universe but almost inevitable. With that much extra "juice" in the body, the required threshold to trigger reincarnation just drops through the metaphorical basement.