My Little Pony - Hospice X Pt. 2 - Epilogue by Cuddlepug, literature
Literature
My Little Pony - Hospice X Pt. 2 - Epilogue
4 Months, 11 Days (Ibid.)
I was alone within the most private of all places. I had always been curious as to what may have existed behind that door, and finally the knowledge was mine for the taking; Rarity had allowed me into her Inspiration Room. She was still cleaning herself up in the bathroom, but I imagined that she would be quick it was a bold move indeed to let me into the room without supervision, and I did not believe that she would allow me to have free-access to roam for long. For a little while, however, the interior of her world was mine to gaze upon, as long as I restrained myself from touching anything. Thankfully, I h
My Little Pony - Hospice X Pt. 1 by Cuddlepug, literature
Literature
My Little Pony - Hospice X Pt. 1
10 Months, 2 Days (ibid.)
"It all looks so beautiful."
"Sir, you flatter me too much."
There was no compliment that I could give that would be deemed 'too much' when this unicorn was concerned. Her voice was a comforting symphony to me. It sounds abstract to say that, but the natural rhythm of the world had always proven itself to be of great interest to me. Music, or indeed particular pitches and tones, had forever been a great indicator of how I would come to feel about somepony. An oafish-sounding ruffian-pony would receive little of my time and less of my patience; a savvy-businesspony of a crystalline complexion and voice would leave
My Little Pony - Hospice VIII Pt. 2 by Cuddlepug, literature
Literature
My Little Pony - Hospice VIII Pt. 2
2 Months, 6 Days (Ibid.)
"I just need to make sure that you are aware of the situation."
"Yes, I understand."
"Do you truly understand what I am saying to you?"
"At best, Rarity has another month, maybe two."
He looked confused by my reaction. I wasn't panicking or anything. It was so unlike me not to get myself worked up, but I guess I just didn't really believe what he was telling me. Rarity having a couple of months to live? It was the most ridiculous notion. When we had first been told that she was desperately ill, we had struggled to cope with the news. I was still finding myself becoming enraged every now and then and requiring the
My Little Pony - Hospice VIII Pt. 1 by Cuddlepug, literature
Literature
My Little Pony - Hospice VIII Pt. 1
5 Months, 17 Days
He had the building surrounded. I'd barricaded myself in but he had managed to break through my defence. Attempting to conceal myself had made no difference; he was looking for me and would stop at nothing to catch me. I looked around the room for some way of escaping or some elaborate piece of furniture that I could hide behind or underneath, but there was no hope for that. Being utterly vulnerable was the worst part about it; I could not even arm myself with a weapon. I heard a hoof hammering against the door and lowered my head in submission. There was no escaping this time. Light flooded into the room, blocked out in fr
My Little Pony - Hospice VII by Cuddlepug, literature
Literature
My Little Pony - Hospice VII
4 Months, 6 Days
It was important that I not mess up this neat little situation that I currently found myself in. It is often far too easy to lose something good in this life due to carelessness, and this was something that I could not risk jeopardising. And so, my next actions would have to be mediated by logical thought and rationality. It was important to look at the facts before judging the scenario that I had stumbled into quite unwittingly. Firstly, Rarity had made it quite clear from the beginning that she had no interest in any form of relationship, and that her life was devoted to her work and, in more recent months, her rapidly inc
My Little Pony - Hospice VI by Cuddlepug, literature
Literature
My Little Pony - Hospice VI
4 Months, 11 Days
"Maybe I've done enough."
Perhaps I had already done enough for Rarity, but it was hard for me to stop. The kind gestures were natural in her presence. Last night I had soothed her into a gentle sleep by softly rubbing her back and caressing her mane, which she appreciated immensely. It had been nice just getting some time alone with her without her worrying about orders and quotas to fill. Of course, this business with Mr. Cross and Mr. Orange hadn't helped matters. Rarity had, quite understandably, made as much effort as possible early into her career to meet with the big names. Unfortunately, things had now fallen into
My Little Pony - Hospice V by Cuddlepug, literature
Literature
My Little Pony - Hospice V
8 Months, 23 Days
"It is you! I thought I recognised that face!"
"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me on such short notice."
This pony was an old friend of mine from my Manehattan days. I was fortunate to still be in contact with several of my childhood associates, many of whom were now employed in rather high-profile positions. This particular pony, who I failed to avoid calling by his first name even now that we were old and formal, had chosen to pursue a career in journalism. Although he had always had an interest in writing as a colt, his dreams had initially been to leave the Manehattan area. And although he did report in various p
My Little Pony - Hospice IV by Cuddlepug, literature
Literature
My Little Pony - Hospice IV
8 Months, 1 Day (Ibid.)
"It's freezing..." I complained quietly to myself less than a minute after leaving the train. I had deliberately allowed Clemency and her husband to leave the train before me, as I had no wish of getting into another hostile conversation with the stallion. He had loosely threatened me it really was quite uncalled for but it was hardly surprising given the locals of Manehattan. In the richer areas, especially the plaza district that Clemency had mentioned she was heading to, the ponies tended to be arrogant and possessive. I was glad that I would be spending no more time interacting with her and her crazy
My Little Pony - Hospice III by Cuddlepug, literature
Literature
My Little Pony - Hospice III
8 Months, 1 Day
"Excuse me?"
"What would you like for your birthday?"
"You cannot just simply ask a lady such a question!"
Rarity was pouting. She wanted a gift for her birthday but she was giving me no clues as to what she desired. I knew that something fashion-orientated would be a good start, but she was the fussiest pony when it came to what to wear. Personally, I never had a problem finding things to wear; I just slipped on what felt most comfortable or practical on a given day. Take today, for instance. The last of the leaves were falling from the trees in golden and brown gusts, and the chill in the air required suitable measures t