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DISCLAIMER: I'm not a "Flash/light" ship fan. I'm indifferent.
Well, now that's an awkward situation. Heh. "'Flashlight Spartry" better watch out for Shining Armor.
...And that's where Twilight's rump went, in case nopony was asking the question before.
Her front-half, amongst others, can of course be found here:
...'Apple-Tiara', and others
Mini-fanfic!
Also see 'RariBlood' for more.
At this particular moment, Flash Sentry's mind was best described as a well-oiled machinery running hot. That is to say, the oil had ignited, the machine had caught on fire, and now every cog and screw was coming apart as the entire apparition melted into a smoldering mess.
"Bu- Bwha- Wha- How- Who- Bwahth- blu-?"
Twilight's tail was swishing back and forth angrily, brushing against his - her? their? - sides. When her tail briefly made contact against his left wing, Flash Sentry looked over his shoulder by reflex. Blankly, vacantly, his gaze traveled down the length of his spine, down his slightly discolored back and past the point where purple and orange hairs mixed together, up the lavender curve of -
"OH MY GOSH, SHE'S STUCK TO MY RUMP, NO IT'S WORSE SHE IS MY RUMP! OH NO OH NO OH NO, DEAR MAKER WHAT DO I DO, OH CELESTIA OH LUNA, OH DEAR OH DEAR, AND OH SWEET MERCYFULL MAKER I LOOKED AT HER FLANK, NO NO NO, FLASH SENTRY, BAD THOUGHTS, BAD THOUGHTS! TURN AWAY TURN AWAY TURN AWAY! OH SWEET STARS ABOVE WHY AM I STILL LOOKING, TURN AWAY TURN AWAY TURN AWAY! AND OH DEAR LORD SHE'S A PRINCESS, I'M GONNA GET LOCKED UP IN A DUNGEON FOR HIGH TREASON! AND HER BROTHER IS THE PRINCE-CONSORT AND CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARD AND HE'S GONNA KILL ME, OH NO OH NO OH NO!"
Then he got a face-full of hair, as Twilight's tail slapped him in the face. Flash jerked his head to the side so fast he could swear he sprained his neck in the process. He just stared dead ahead, eyes as small as pins, unseeing and fixated onto an empty wall. His face was on fire. His forelegs felt like pudding. His whole body - at least the part that was actually his - was trembling silently.
He didn't notice as Twilight changed her stance to counter-balance, and prevent them from falling flat on the ground.
It took Flash Sentry a while to realize that the erratic thumping wasn't actually his heart giving out under the pressure. It was Twilight's right hind-leg, tapping a beat with an odd rhythm to it. A whole minute passed, him just looking at her hoof in morbid curiosity.
Twilight stomped down in frustration, then repeated her earlier rhythm, somehow conveying exasperation with just the repeated stomp of a hoof.
One of the exactly five neurons in Flash Sentry's brain that hadn't burned out sent out an electrical pulse to its remaining four companions, and he realized Twilight was communicating in horse-code.
"DEAR-PRINCESS-CELESTIA--GO-TO-HARMONY-TREE--GET-ELEMENTS--FIND-DISCORD--TURN-HIM-TO-STONE--TAKE-SLEDGEHAMMER--DO-NOT-STOP-TILL-FINE-POWDER--"
Well, now that's an awkward situation. Heh. "'Flashlight Spartry" better watch out for Shining Armor.
...And that's where Twilight's rump went, in case nopony was asking the question before.
Her front-half, amongst others, can of course be found here:
...'Apple-Tiara', and others
Mini-fanfic!
Also see 'RariBlood' for more.
At this particular moment, Flash Sentry's mind was best described as a well-oiled machinery running hot. That is to say, the oil had ignited, the machine had caught on fire, and now every cog and screw was coming apart as the entire apparition melted into a smoldering mess.
"Bu- Bwha- Wha- How- Who- Bwahth- blu-?"
Twilight's tail was swishing back and forth angrily, brushing against his - her? their? - sides. When her tail briefly made contact against his left wing, Flash Sentry looked over his shoulder by reflex. Blankly, vacantly, his gaze traveled down the length of his spine, down his slightly discolored back and past the point where purple and orange hairs mixed together, up the lavender curve of -
"OH MY GOSH, SHE'S STUCK TO MY RUMP, NO IT'S WORSE SHE IS MY RUMP! OH NO OH NO OH NO, DEAR MAKER WHAT DO I DO, OH CELESTIA OH LUNA, OH DEAR OH DEAR, AND OH SWEET MERCYFULL MAKER I LOOKED AT HER FLANK, NO NO NO, FLASH SENTRY, BAD THOUGHTS, BAD THOUGHTS! TURN AWAY TURN AWAY TURN AWAY! OH SWEET STARS ABOVE WHY AM I STILL LOOKING, TURN AWAY TURN AWAY TURN AWAY! AND OH DEAR LORD SHE'S A PRINCESS, I'M GONNA GET LOCKED UP IN A DUNGEON FOR HIGH TREASON! AND HER BROTHER IS THE PRINCE-CONSORT AND CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARD AND HE'S GONNA KILL ME, OH NO OH NO OH NO!"
Then he got a face-full of hair, as Twilight's tail slapped him in the face. Flash jerked his head to the side so fast he could swear he sprained his neck in the process. He just stared dead ahead, eyes as small as pins, unseeing and fixated onto an empty wall. His face was on fire. His forelegs felt like pudding. His whole body - at least the part that was actually his - was trembling silently.
He didn't notice as Twilight changed her stance to counter-balance, and prevent them from falling flat on the ground.
It took Flash Sentry a while to realize that the erratic thumping wasn't actually his heart giving out under the pressure. It was Twilight's right hind-leg, tapping a beat with an odd rhythm to it. A whole minute passed, him just looking at her hoof in morbid curiosity.
Twilight stomped down in frustration, then repeated her earlier rhythm, somehow conveying exasperation with just the repeated stomp of a hoof.
One of the exactly five neurons in Flash Sentry's brain that hadn't burned out sent out an electrical pulse to its remaining four companions, and he realized Twilight was communicating in horse-code.
"DEAR-PRINCESS-CELESTIA--GO-TO-HARMONY-TREE--GET-ELEMENTS--FIND-DISCORD--TURN-HIM-TO-STONE--TAKE-SLEDGEHAMMER--DO-NOT-STOP-TILL-FINE-POWDER--"
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talk about feeling like a horse's behind