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With A Bang

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  1. Annabelle looked up as her friend greeted her. He already seemed to know some things about this strange new place, so she felt no need to argue with his suggestions. "Very interesting. Sugar Rush? Ponyville?" Belle found herself only getting more confused by the things going on around her. With a sigh, she decided to focus on standing for the moment. She wasn't used to having to deal with four legs all at the same time and actually clambering to her feet was a bit of a chore. By the time she managed it, Belle saw that the two other ponies had already started trotting off. She began to hurry after them, tripped, and started off again. This time she payed more attention to her hooves until she was alongside Sugar Rush and Flame. "So, um... Hello. I'm Belle," Belle began, introducing herself to the other pony.
  2. Fetched was just adding the last stroke of color to his creation. He took a step back and studied the scene that was now splashed over the canvas. It was nowhere near the quality of his other works, but this had been nothing more then a quick outpouring of enjoyment. The scene depicted was of the forest and its many hues of greens and browns and blues. Butterflies, and dragonflies, and birds flew among the trees. Snakes slithered on the grass, a frog hopped away in the background, and a fox was casting whoever viewed the painting a sly look. Just as Fetched bent to let go of his paintbrush, he heard a voice and jumped. Fetched hadn't noticed the arrival of the new pony. He looked up at Moonbeam and grinned. "Thank you. It's not one of my best, really, but I like scenes with lots of life in them and I had to get this one down," Fetched responded with a slight chuckle. At Moonbeam's offer to join them, his smile grew even wider. He cast a glance at his paint splattered body. The splotches of fresh paint stood out from his naturally occurring color and his mane was tangled with drying paint. "I would like that very much. Maybe I can get some of the paint out by going for a swim. I look a little ridiculous right now."
  3. Fetched trotted back to camp. After Stacy had left, he'd spent more time then he meant to out there. It was just that all the colors in the trees had captured his imagination. Without a canvas or even a pencil, Fetched had had to make sure to remember every detail. Now, in a fervor of excitement, he headed for his tent and began to set up his art supplies. Soon enough the earth pony was busy painting, not bothering to be particularly neat. As usual, paint managed to find its way into his mane and added to the colorful patches on his coat. Fetched didn't pay it any mind, instead focusing on his creation.
  4. Annabelle had watched the rest go into the fountain, one by one. She had watched as they didn't emerge, even after an unreasonably long time. It had take her a moment to decide whether or not to follow them. Only a moment, of course, before her naturally motherly instincts kicked in and she started to worry about the others. Who knew where they were, or if they were okay? She couldn't just leave, not now. Ao Belle had taken a deep breath and plunged into the water after the rest of them. At first it felt like Belle was drowning. She kept expecting to touch the bottom of the fountain, yet never did. On and on she went, thankful that she knew how to swim. All the skill in the world did not help her aching lungs, however. Belle felt like she would burst if she didn't get oxygen soon. Just as her vision began to blur, there was a lightening of the water up ahead. Belle swam towards it, hooves flailing through the water. It was only after she'd clambered out and collapsed on the grass nearby that Belle realized something was off. "Hooves. And... I'm a horse," Belle said. She stared down at herself, fighting to find a positive side to this transformation. "I won't have to worry about what to wear anymore... None of my clothes would fit, anyway."
  5. I think it's been around... Two years, now. I've never really seen any of the older Generations. My parents didn't approve of TV when I was a kid, so I never really saw a lot of shows that others did.
  6. That is so cool! Seriously, Celestia was epic during that entire scene. I have a whole new respect for her... And this wallpaper is certainly helping with that. She looks downright awesome! (And a tad frightening...)
  7. "Ah, sounds like a good reason!" Fetched responded. He allowed his gaze to slip to Stacy's flank for a moment before he returned to smiling at her. The glance was to reaffirm what he already knew. Well, partly anyways. It was also partly because it really was rather shapely and Fetched was quite the admirer of the pony form. Fetched watched as Stacy thought, clearly having some trouble saying something. Then, when she finally spoke, he couldn't help but grin. It was such a delightfully innocent question and he certainly didn't want to say anything that might hurt the mare. "Stacy, sweet, I like everypony! Though I admit, I do admire your forthrightness," Fetched replied. Then, noting her apologetic demeanor, added, "Kind of forthright, anyway."
  8. Fetched started pushing sticks and branches into a pile with ease. He might not seem like it, but Fetched had been a bit of a camper when he was younger. Mainly because his sister liked to be outside and Fetched would always be the one to set things up. Just then, Fetched heard Stacy ask him a question and he turned to her with a grin. "Oh, I heard about it through some friends and thought it sounded like fun. What about you?" Fetched replied, easily bouncing the conversation back to Stacy. He didn't talk about himself much.
  9. Fetched caught Stacy's look and just grinned at her. She looked a bit shy, but he was sure that he'd be able to get her out of that she'll in time. Besides, Fetched was determined to have some fun with everypony who was willing. Fetched beckoned to Stacy, ready to head into the woods. "While not as much fun as what I was thinking, how about we start gathering up firewood?" Fetched suggested cheerfully.
  10. Fetched smiled at Stacy as the mare nodded in agreement before turning to the other two colts. He caught Sky's mumbled comment and chuckled softly. "The more, the merrier! Besides, we could always split up. Maybe Stacy and I will sneak off for a quick makeout session," Fetched joked. He winked at Stacy casually before returning his gaze to the others.
  11. Fetched looked over as somepony asked if anypony wanted to help gather wood. Then another colt volunteered, and Fetched found himself moving forward. Wouldn't be too bad to spend a little time with them. "I'll help!" Fetched called. He moved up to the two colts and grinned down at them. Then he noticed Stacy packing up her instrument and gestured to her. "Want to come, Stacy? We can split into teams!"
  12. Fetched stretched in the morning light and turned to find Trixie glaring at him. "Gah! Don't do that!" Fetched cried, back pedaling furiously. He jumped to his hooves and shook sand out of his mane. "I'm hungry," Trixie responded. Fetched sighed and reached over to muss the mare's mane. "I don't think I can do anything about that. How about I go look for something in the forest, and you go look for more wood so we can keep the fire going?" Fetched responded. Trixie agreed and the two parted ways, Fetched heading for the forest and Trixie trotting down the beach.
  13. Far Fetched set about busily setting up his tent. It wasn't anything too complicated, and as he set it up he thought of his friend, Trixie Treats. If she had agreed to come, she probably would've been curled up inside her own tent by now. Not one to socialize, but Fetched adored his best friend anyway. Fetched sling off his saddlebags and shook off the melancholy thoughts of Trixie. Then he turned towards the huge group that had congregated in the clearing. Grinning, Fetched headed towards them. "Hello, everypony! What a lovely day to be out on a trip," Fetched cried, inserting himself in the conversation without a second thought.
  14. Fetched watched as Stacy blushed at his compliment and refuted the words. Of course, he wasn't going to let that stand. She truly was pretty and being modest did one no good. At least, as far as Fetched knew from his experiences but he'd never been modest, at all. It simply wasn't a part of his nature. "Stacy, lovely Stacy! No need to be shy. You are a unique, magnificent individual and I am very, very pleased to have made your acquaintance," Fetched responded. He grinned down at the shy mare, and then she commented on his cutie mark. "Checking out my flank, are we?" Fetched responded with a sly wink. Then she continued, speaking about his painting and his rather spectacular coat. It was a strange sight, Fetched knew that well. The fact that it occurred naturally had actually been the cause for his name when he was born. Fetched had long since learned to embrace it and even use his odd coloring as a conversation piece. "No offense taken, sweet, none at all! I'm a painter, and it seems my coat knew that before I did and decided to be just as colorful. My mane, however, is just messy." Fetched chuckled a little, glad that things seemed to be going well. Stacy was a sweet mare and not bad to look at. Of course, he wasn't one to save all his attentions for a single pony. Fetched was planning on having quite a bit of fun on this trip.
  15. Fetched found that the one to respond to his admittedly coquettish greeting was a lovely mare with an intriguingly blank flank. Not that the first thing he'd checked out was the flank- that would've been rude! No, Fetched had been sure to take in her smile before directing his eyes to the shapely rear end. Now, however, his thoughts were wandering and Fetched turned his attention back to the mare and her question. A perfect opening, to be sure. "The view is breathtaking, but nothing compared to you," Fetched replied with a wink. He allowed himself a small inclination that could've been taken as a quick bow before adding a proper introduction. "My name is Far Fetched. I don't believe I've seen you are before! I would certainly remember."
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