My Little Pony Monthly Issue 89 (August 1, 2004)
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The name of the prince from the first My Little Pony special was Scorpan. It occurred to me, didn't I already ask this question? My apologies for being uninventive. Perhaps that's why we got so few entries. I had to do some last minute campaigning to rack-up some more. Congratulations to our winners!
Anyway, I did pick up a little gem of knowledge from Catarina I didn't know before- Scorpan's Swedish name is Sherner. Sherner... I like it...
Now, WHO IS OUR PRIZE WINNER???
Jaye, you are our winner!! The Wild Country soap-on-a-rope will finally have a home! E-mail me with your address and I'll get it on its way to you!
Peachy is back this month with another prize in her name, "Just Peachy" Avon Sparkle Nail Enamel. Just paint on the enamel and then sprinkle on the glitter stored in the cap! Sparkly! Or, for you Big Brothers out there, we have a Wild Country talc waiting to be won by you. For a chance to win, answer this question:
Which of the following ponies did NOT have a baby in the regular United States line: Blossom, Glory, or Applejack?
Tell me the answer by e-mailing TabbyMLP@aol.com TabbyMLP@aol.com or entering through the form at
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However, now that we've introduced *real* prizes, we will be putting a limit on how many times you can be entered in the drawing for that. If you've already been selected to win one of our prizes in the past, you can't be entered again- BUT, you can still participate and get your name in the newsletter! So just because you've won something in the past doesn't mean you can't have any fun at all with our contests anymore. And, of course, if eventually all contest participants are ones that have won a prize, it's fair game for everybody again!
On the contest form at http://mlpmonthly.tripod.com/Contact.htm, you will be able to select your gender so we'll be able to determine which prize you get. Or, if you'd prefer to be opted out of the prize drawing, you can select that on the form as well.
Do you want to see new Bushwoolies to go along with the new ponies?
BJ (email@example.com) says...
Bushwoolies? O o;; I've never had one, but... *pokes one* I dunno. o_o;;
Jaye (firstname.lastname@example.org) says...
Part of me is curious to see what they'd do with the Bushwoolie idea, but mostly my thinking is that this is a new line, and so I'd rather see them come up with something totally different.
*drool* I want Bushwoolies... I need Bushwoolies...
Before I lose any more of my mind, give us your thoughts on the following question.
Do you approve or disapprove of store-exclusive ponies? Should all ponies be available everywhere or does the added difficulty make it more fun collecting?
Go to the following URL to give your opinion:
by Clever Clover (Swordrat@aol.com)
In his laboratory on the Dark Isle, Jack O Lantern chanted an incantation over a lock of hair cut from Clever Clover's mane by Nightshade. The lock of hair lay in the middle of a circle drawn in chalk on the floor, with ancient symbols written around the edge. Hemlock scurried about the lab, bringing his master various potions and ingredients as he needed them. He delivered a box of candles to Jack O Lantern, who, while still chanting, proceeded to place them around the circle. When the last candle was placed, the evil wizard shouted a command, and the candles lit, casting eerie shadows about the lab. In the center of the circle, the lock of hair was oddly enveloped in shadow, though there was nothing between it and the candles.
"Arise, shadow!" commanded Jack O Lantern. The shadow from the center of the circle rose and took on a vaguely humanoid form, with two burning red eyes to mark its head. It looked around the room, its eyes finally falling upon the circle of burning candles.
"Why have you brought me here?" a voice that was half whisper and half hiss demanded.
"To serve me," Jack O Lantern replied.
"And why should I serve you?"
Jack O Lantern grinned. "You have no choice."
The shadow glided toward the circle of candles, but stopped just short of the flickering flames. "Your magic is strong, but whether I am imprisoned here or in the netherworld, what difference does it make?"
Jack o Lantern mumbled an ancient incantation, and the candles' flames flared up, driving the shadow back. "It burns, doesn't it? Even though you are but a spirit. I have bound you to this world through that lock of hair. If you serve me, I can make you a whole body; if you do not, I can torture you forever."
"So those are my choices? Be a slave trapped in a physical body or a victim trapped in a lock of hair?"
"Once you have served your purpose, I could set you free."
"If you serve me well, you will be rewarded."
"All right then. Do what you will."
Jack O Lantern nodded and began to chant. The shadow was enveloped in a sphere of solid darkness.
* * *
Meanwhile, an another Isle, Clever Clover, Belle Star, Minoko, and Morning Glory stood before the king and queen. "Greeting's cousin!" said King Oak. "I'm glad you and your friends could come here for a happy occasion for once.
"Yeah, it has been a while since I could really enjoy a trip to the Isle," Clever Clover replied.
"I don't know that I've ever enjoyed a trip to the Isle," said Minoko.
"As I recall," said Raven, "you seemed to enjoy the Isle when Jack O Lantern first brought you here as his apprentice."
Minoko shrugged. "I don't really remember much from before I lost my horn."
"Perhaps it is best that way," commented Magus.
"Huh? Do you know something?"
The king rose from his throne. "Enough of this talk. Enchantment, show them to their rooms so they can prepare for the fancy dress ball!"
"Oh! I'm so excited!" cried Belle Star.
Queen Gooseberry giggled. "Yes, I remember you did quite enjoy the last fancy dress ball."
"Oh?" said Morning Glory. "The only fancy dress ball Belle Star was at was that one of Water Lily's back in Friendship Garden, and you weren't there."
"Oh, Belle Star wrote me a long letter a couple of months ago detailing all the goings on in Friendship Garden."
Belle Star scratched her head. "I did?"
Clever Clover nudged her. "Yes, you did."
"Oh. I guess I did."
* * *
A short time later, the friends were in their fancy dress, on their way to the ballroom. Clever Clover wore a black mask, top hat, and cape, and he carried a cane. Belle Star was dressed in a Japanese schoolgirl's sailor outfit. Morning Glory and Minoko wore strangely similar Chinese dresses.
Minoko shot an evil glance at Morning Glory. "Copy cat," she muttered. "How come every time I go to one of these things someone has to copy me?"
"I'm not copying you! I bought this dress right after Water Lily's last fancy dress ball. It's not like I could wear the same thing two times in a row. I'm betting you didn't even buy that dress until Clever Clover invited you here."
"Yeah, so? I bought mine just for this occasion; you could have worn something else."
"Well, even if I knew what you were going to wear...
Clever Clover shook his head. "Would you two please cut it out?"
Morning Glory and Minoko bowed in unison. "Sorry, Clever Clover."
Enchantment, wearing a kimono, greeted the foursome at the doorway to the ballroom. "Oh! Your fancy dresses are wonderful! I hope you enjoy the ball."
The band was playing a lively tune; Clever Clover and Belle Star promptly took to the dance floor. Morning Glory and Minoko stood just inside the doorway, surveying the crowd.
"So, what are we supposed to do until Clever Clover's finished dancing with Belle Star?" asked Minoko.
Morning Glory shrugged. "I don't know. I suppose we could dance with one of these strangers."
A pony in a pirate costume approached and bowed to Minoko. "Would the lady do me the honor of a dance?"
"Who the heck are you?"
"This is a fancy dress ball. You're not supposed to know who may be behind the mask, Minoko."
Minoko peered into the stranger's eyes. "Huh? Do you know me?"
"Your voice sounds familiar.." said Morning Glory.
"If you dance with me, I'll tell you my name," offered the stallion.
"You might as well," prompted Morning Glory. "If nothing else, it's a way to kill the time."
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Minoko mumbled as she took the stallion's hoof. The couple took to the floor, leaving Morning Glory alone. But before long another stallion approached her. His stature told her without a doubt that it was Raven.
"Good evening, princess. Why aren't you dancing?"
"No one has asked me."
"What about Clever Clover?"
"He's dancing with Belle Star right now. Maybe when they're done."
"Hm, I don't know what he sees in that filly."
"Excuse me, Raven. I need to get something to drink." Morning Glory slipped away from the jet-black stallion and lost herself in the crowd. A short time later she bumped into another stallion, this one dressed as an executioner, with a black hood.
"You look rather glum, lass," he greeted her in a familiar voice.
Morning Glory regarded the executioner in puzzlement for a moment before she recalled a name. "Jaques? I haven't seen you since Water Lily's fancy dress ball, but what are you doing here? Is Titania here with you?"
"You remember! I'm impressed. Me and Titania get around to all the fancy dress balls. The king and queen are wonderful hosts."
"I didn't realize that the Isle was so widely known."
"Well, I don't suppose it is, really, but I have my ways of finding things out. Now, would you care to dance? I'm sure Titania wouldn't mind if I kept you company until your friend finishes his dance."
"Oh, that is very kind of you. I'd be honored."
Meanwhile, across the floor, Clever Clover and Belle Star bumped into Minoko and the mysterious pirate.
"My prince," said the pirate. "Are you and your lady enjoying the ball?"
"Oh! Very much!" replied Belle Star.
Clever Clover nodded. "Yeah, we're having a great time." Minoko's head drooped at Clever Clover's words. "Hey, Minoko," the purple prince continued. "Would you like to dance for a while?"
"Sure, as long as your partner doesn't mind."
The pirate bowed. "Not at all, my prince."
Clever Clover bowed to his fiancee. "Well, Belle Star, if you don't mind..."
"Oh, of course not."
Clever Clover danced off with Minoko.
"Would you care to dance, m'lady?" the pirate asked Belle Star.
* * *
A ghostly figure glided across the dance floor; a pale hood hid her face and she carried a mock head in her hooves. She joined Morning Glory and Jaques as they danced, prancing circles around them.
"It seems my victim has caught up with me," joked Jaques. "Morning Glory, you remember Titania."
"Of course. It's nice to meet you again."
The ghostly Titania bowed to the princess. "Likewise. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to have a chance to dance with my husband before the evening is through."
"Oh, of course not!"
"It was a pleasure, princess."
"Likewise Jaques. Now I should be seeing what Clever Clover is up to." Morning Glory bowed to Jaques and Titania. "I hope to see you again."
"I'm sure we will," said Jaques.
* * *
Morning Glory found Clever Clover and Minoko dancing. "Excuse me Clever Clover, may I have one dance before the evening is through?"
Minoko stepped aside. "I could use a break. See you later, Clever Clover." The red and black pony wandered off.
"She seems sort of down," observed Morning Glory.
Clever Clover nodded. "I've noticed. I think she's taking my engagement kind of hard."
"She's not the only one," mumbled Morning Glory.
Clever Clover took Morning Glory by the hoof and they began to dance. "I'm sorry I had to let any of you down. You're all my friends, and I hope it can stay that way."
Morning Glory was silent for the duration of the dance. When the dance ended, she said, "I hope we can stay friends, too."
* * *
As the ball was coming to an end, Clever Clover took the stage where the band played. "Attention everyone! I have an announcement to make." The crowd quieted. Clever Clover was suddenly overtaken by nerves.
"Uh, well, Belle Star, could you join me?"
"Uh-huh!" Belle Star hopped up onto the stage.
"Okay, me and Belle Star have decided... I mean I've asked Belle Star to... ah..."
"Just get on with it!" the mysterious pirate called out.
"We're getting married!" Belle Star blurted out.
Clever Clover blushed. "Yeah, that's it."
A great cheer rose up from the crowd... most of them, anyway. Raven shook his head and sighed. Magus, who was watching from the shadows, adopted a grim expression.
The executioner and his ghostly victim rushed onto the stage, removing their hoods to reveal King Oak and Queen Gooseberry. "Congratulations, cousin!" said the king.
Morning Glory was shocked. "What! Jaques and Titania are the king and queen! Why didn't they tell me when they were in Friendship Garden?"
Gooseberry gave Belle Star a hug. "Oh! I'm so happy for you!"
Magus stepped forward. "Your highness, I think there is something we need to discuss."
"Could this wait?" asked the king.
Magus shook his head. "It would be best to deal with this as soon as possible."
"Very well, I guess the ball is over." The king turned to Clever Clover and Belle Star. "I suppose we should see what has Magus so upset."
The king and queen, Belle Star, Clever Clover, Magus, Raven, Enchantment, Morning Glory, Minoko, and the mysterious pirate shuffled off to the royal audience chamber.
"All right now, what is it you wanted to talk about, Magus? And Ironwood, take off that silly hat."
The pirate removed his hat and patch. Minoko regarded the guardpony. "Hm, so it's you."
"Yeah, and you're a pretty good dancer."
Magus cleared his throat. "I hate to dampen the joy of the occasion, but I have some concerns that I feel need to be voiced. It concerns the events of the Dark Triumvirate. Do you all remember the strange flash of energy in the Chamber of the Regents?"
Every head in the room, except Belle Star's, nodded.
"I believer that the flash was a sign that all seven regents were reunited in that chamber at that moment."
A gasp rose from the assembly. "Seven regents?" the king said. "But how? Two clans are still lost!"
"They are only lost because we don't know who they are. But what we do know is that Raven is Regent of the Sky Clan; Clever Clover is Regent of the Earth Clan; and from the other known clans, we have King Oak and Ironwood from the Wood Clan; Enchantment and Morning Glory of the Spirit Clan; and Minoko, Nightshade, and Hemlock from the Night Clan; leaving two Clans unaccounted for."
"Oh, no! You mean to say I could be a Regent?" cried Ironwood.
Ironwood shook his head. "I do hope our good king holds the honor. I'd rather not have that kind of responsibility. It's hard enough keeping track of my guards."
"I find it unlikely. Our history rarely indicates that a king has held the post of regent," explained Magus. "As to the others, I feel it is safe to say that Enchantment will prove to be the Regent of the Spirit Clan; and for the Night Clan, I favor Nightshade. Her immunity to magic is similar to the protection granted the regents from their badge of office; I believe there must be a connection."
"What of the last two clans?" asked the king.
Magus bowed his head. "I must ask our highness' forgiveness, for I have deceived you." The wizard turned up the brim of his pointed hat, revealing to all the badge of the regent, an emerald set in a disk of silver. "I am Regent of the Fire Clan."
"The Fire Clan!" The king was shocked. "But how? Is that clan not lost?"
Magus shook his head. "The Fire Clan was never lost, simply hiding. We had a mission to attend to that required utmost secrecy. We could not risk our enemies finding out about our mission, or that our friends might inadvertently reveal that information. I beg forgiveness."
King Oak nodded. "I trust your mission was a success?"
"The mission is ongoing. I ask you all to keep this information in confidence."
"Of course," assured the king. "Now that just leaves the Sea Clan."
"Oh!" said Belle Star. "You mean like in the stories?"
All eyes turned to Belle Star. "What stories?" asked King Oak.
"The stories my grandfather used to tell me about the Sea Clan. About how they came to the aid of the Atlanteans as their home sank into the sea."
Magus nodded. "This supports my suspicion. I believe that the Pony Sea Patrol are the descendants of the Sea Clan. And that means that either Belle Star or Key are Regent of the Sea Clan."
"Oh my," said the king, gravely, and the queen gasped.
"So why is that such a big deal?" asked Clever Clover.
"One of the most sacred laws of the Clans," explained Raven, "is that no Regents may be wed to one another."
"What does that mean?" asked Belle Star.
The queen rose from her throne. "It means that you may not be able to marry Clever Clover."
Belle Star looked to Clever Clover as tears welled up in her big, blue eyes. "Cl... Clever Clover, please say it isn't true!"
Clever Clover took her hooves in his. "I don't know how much of it is true, but you are the one I love and you're the one I plan to marry, no matter what anyone else has to say."
"Even if it means being branded an outlaw?" questioned Raven.
"What, you throw us in the dungeon for getting married!?"
"Now let's not get carried away here!" cried King Oak.
"It is our law," stated Raven.
Clever Clover glared at the jet-black stallion. "Considering how much trouble you had catching Minoko, I doubt we'd have that much to worry about."
"She is a wizard. You lack the means to evade us."
Minoko stepped forward. "They'll have all the means at my disposal! I've outsmarted you before, and I look forward to doing it again!"
Raven scoffed. "You? Why would you be willing to help him, after he chose another over you?"
"I love Clever Clover! Even though he's chosen to marry Belle Star, I still love him! And I'll stand by his side no matter what!"
Morning Glory stepped forward. "And so will I, though I cannot offer as much aid as Minoko."
"Thank you both," said Clever Clover.
"Oh yes! Thank you!" agreed Belle Star.
"Now, let's not get carried away," interjected Magus. "We do not yet know for sure who is the Regent, Belle Star or Key. I just wanted to make you aware of the possibility. Until we are sure, there is no use fighting."
Raven scowled at Clever Clover.
"Enough of that!" ordered the king. "I think we should call it a night. We've all had a long day and it's getting late. Maybe tomorrow we can discuss this with cooler heads."
Tina Times Two
by Sugarberry (Sugrbery@aol.com)
Sugarberry and Vanguard were reading in the downstairs parlor of the Vulcanopolis town house, with Banderol busy with his My Little People coloring book, when Sugarberry lifted her head and listened intently for a moment, her ears cocked forward. With a giggle of delight, she jumped to her hooves.
Vanguard looked up from his book. "I didn't hear any knock."
"But it's Tabby's voice!" Sugarberry squealed, pulling open the front door and dashing outside. "TABBY!" The cry could be heard for blocks.
"Well, tiger," Vanguard said, standing up and taking Banderol's hoof in his, "our company has arrived."
The young foal, who looked so much like his dad, grinned. "Fa-ine?"
"Yup. Let's go meet her."
The foal needed no further encouragement and raced after his mother. Vanguard shook his head and followed.
* * *
"... and I'm sure I saw a sea serpent in the waves just as we landed," Tabby was saying after she and Sugarberry had hugged and laughed and cried. Faline pranced happily at their hooves while Thomas stood back with Nymph in his forelegs. Banderol ran to Faline, stopping in his tracks as he reached her, suddenly bashful.
Vanguard grinned at Thomas. "Welcome to Vulcanopolis, buddy." He reached out and chucked the lavender baby pony under her chin, receiving a wobbly smile and an awkward wave of hooves for his trouble, then acknowledged Tabby. "Hey, there, Tabby. It's good to see you."
Tabby ruffled Banderol's hair and sent Vanguard a brooding look. "Fluff and Weedle feel abandoned."
"Oh, Tabby, don't say so!" Sugarberry's face fell. "Adriano says they're getting along fine."
"On the outside, maybe. But you can see the loneliness in their eyes. They're not getting enough love!!!!!"
Thomas intervened. "Tabby's only teasing. Mom agrees with Adriano that they've accepted things as they are. She says that Fluff runs to meet her whenever she enters the house, but that's because he's always expecting a treat, not because he's forlorn. And Weedle shadows Adriano so much and sits and stares at him that Adriano feels as if he's under surveillance for some crime."
"Maybe he is," Tabby said. "And Weedle is just the one to bring him to justice." Without batting an eye, Tabby turned to Sugarberry. "Would you have something to drink? Water will do."
Sugarberry laughed. "I've got a pitcher of ice water in the fridge just waiting for you and fresh cookies for the foals... and Thomas and Vanguard, of course."
* * *
Later, when Tabby and Sugarberry were alone- the stallions and foals had gone for a walk- they sat at the kitchen table chatting about ponies and events that had taken place in both their lives since Sugarberry's departure from Dream Valley.
"Elaine's baby is due next month," Tabby related. "She and Alan are decorating their nursery with a Peter Rabbit decor. Boring."
"Speaking of babies, did you get a chance to see Dreamcatcher's twins before you left?"
"As a matter of fact, I did, the day Nymph had her check-up with Dr. Neil. Paco and Chenoa, their names are. Native Pony all the way."
Sugarberry pushed the plate of cookies Tabby's way. "Will it be uncomfortable for you staying with your mother at her house here in Vulcanopolis?"
"Naw," Tabby mumbled through the bite of chocolate chip cookie she was chewing. "Now that she has two granddaughters to spoil, she can't very well dominate Faline's time... at least, not as much. And with Caprice hovering over Elaine as her due date approaches, Mom doesn't feel the need to claim Faline's affections so totally."
"It's wonderful that the two of you are getting things straightened out. Agatha has been very helpful in getting me familiarized with Vulcanopolis."
"Dad is getting tired of running back and forth between Dream Valley and here, though," Tabby admitted. "He wants Mom back home, although he has heard of some interesting rumors concerning a local legend... something to do with a volcano monster."
"Oh, I hope there's no truth to it!" Sugarberry shivered.
"Well, if there is, Dad will uncover it."
Not wanting to delve more deeply into that subject, Sugarberry reverted to a more pleasant topic. "I'm so glad you and Thomas decided to celebrate your anniversary here. And the timing is good, because the town is holding a Renaissance Faire. It's said to be great fun! I think you'll enjoy it."
"Costumes! Yay!" said Tabby.
"Clare's Creations is involved in it this year. Clare's introducing a new line of fashions directly related to the time period. Her top models will be posing as royalty, and others will be wearing outfits ranging from knights to peasants. It's going to be spectacular!"
"What'll we wear?"
"That's the fun of it! Clare has invited us to come look through her creations- we can have our pick!"
"Ohh! That does sound like fun!"
* * *
"Hold it!" The camera flashed. "Perfect."
Nello stepped back, beaming at the two models in front of him. One of the best aspects of this job was the opportunity to photograph such beauties as these. Tina Marie was a luscious lavender while her twin sister was a provocative pink. Both were perfect.
"That wraps it up for today," Nello said, unable to control a rather wolfish grin as the two models looked at him with their large, sparkling eyes. "Remember to be in early tomorrow, however, because the decision on the queen will be made by then."
A temporary shadow crossed both faces, but was gone before it could be noted.
"I promise to get a good night's sleep," Tina Marie said, planting a kiss on Nello's cheek.
"Me, too," Tina Lucie cooed, brushing an errant curl off the photographer's forehead.
"Good, good," breathed Nello, his eyes never leaving the two fillies' figures until they disappeared through the doorway.
"My, my... they are adorable young things, aren't they?" a voice behind him drawled.
Nello jumped as if stung. "Mooncurl! Are you finished with the schedule already?"
The mare, Nello's wife, shook her head. A beauty in her own right, Mooncurl had been Clare's premier model until the birth of her and Nello's first foal had intervened. She now held a coordinative position that kept her in close contact with the fashion house but allowed her to spend part of each day with Sunsprite who was now one-month-old. Now, however, her thoughts were on her husband at whom she slanted an accusing look.
"Sometimes I think you enjoy your work too much," Mooncurl retorted. She turned her back to her husband and crossed the room to a work station.
"You never complained when you were the head model."
Mooncurl ignored that remark. "As for the schedule, I've got a question or two."
Nello had followed Mooncurl, and as she turned to chill him with another frigid look, he nuzzled her neck. "I married the most glamorous and sweetest model on earth," he confided quietly.
"But you can't disavow that those two are spectacular; you can't take your eyes off of them."
Drawing the white mare in a tight embrace, he kissed her nose. "It would be difficult to photograph them if I took my eyes off them," he chuckled.
"You weren't behind the camera when I came in."
"And I'm not behind the camera now, either," he murmured as his lips settled on hers.
Mooncurl's heart melted, and she forgot all about her pique over Tina Marie and Tina Lucie.
* * *
Passing through the lobby of Clare's Creations, the two Tina's were on their way out when one of the designers, Gabriel, hailed them. His gaze settled on the pink one. He had always found pink to be a refreshing color.
"Lucie, I was curious as to your feedback on the winter wear you modeled at the show last week. What did you think of the waffle-weave knit?"
Tina Marie took her chance. "Luce, I forgot my compact. I'll run up and get it while you and Gabriel talk." She flashed a smile at the stallion and waved to her sister, catching the elevator just as the door was closing. She headed straight for Nello's studio, stopping at the thresh-hold until a long, lingering kiss had been completed between Nello and Mooncurl and waiting for the mare to depart through the opposite door.
"Nello, I'd like to talk with you."
Once again, Nello jerked his attention away from a sensuous source. "Marie! I thought you'd left."
"It's about the faire," Marie continued, her stance determined while her expression remained coy. She looked up at Nello through deep black lashes. "I was wondering if you'd put in a good word for me with Clare about the role of queen. I've always thought I was made for royalty." She fluttered her eyelashes as expertly as the Princess Tiffany could have done.
"Marie, you know that I don't have any say in the matter," Nello hedged.
"Not in the final decision, but Clare always listens to your input. All I'm asking is for a good word from you." The blue eyes clouded with unshed tears.
Nello took time for a quick glance in the direction in which Mooncurl had exited, anxious not to be found in the company of this coquettish filly. "I'll see what I can do," he promised, turning the pony toward the door. "Now, get home and relax. Tomorrow will be a busy day."
* * *
Meanwhile, downstairs, Tina Lucie was making good use of her time with Gabriel. The winter fashions having been discussed, she adroitly turned the conversation to herself.
"Gabriel," she pouted, "don't you think I'd make a wonderful queen?" She ran her hoof along a lock of hair that edged the stallion's face.
"I most certainly do," Gabriel responded, reaching up to clasp Tina Lucie's hoof in his. "You'd be perfect."
The young mare's pink eyes caught the stallion's. "I'll be heartbroken if Clare chooses Marr."
"Why would she choose your sister?" breathed Gabriel, his heart spiraling to Tina Lucie's hooves as her gaze invaded his soul.
"Will you put in a good word for me?" she whispered.
"I'll put in as many good words as it takes," he whispered back.
* * *
"What were you and Lucie discussing?" queried Angela, Gabriel's longtime sweetheart and Clare's administrative assistant. Her watermelon red cheeks were flushed and her green hair was ruffled after a rough day running the office. Her mood was already volatile, and it had not been soothed to find Gabriel in such close conversation with one of Clare's new models.
"Discussing?" echoed Gabriel, his eyes vacant.
"You and Lucie seemed to be deep into something."
An odd smile curled Gabriel's lips. "Yeah...
Angela stomped her hoof. "Would you at least look at me?" she rasped.
The tone of Angela's voice sounded a warning call deep within Gabriel's affected brain, and he turned his attention somewhat belatedly to her. "What am I supposed to see?" he dumbly asked after giving her a once-over.
It was a complete mystery to the stallion why Angela stomped away in high dudgeon.
* * *
Clare and her sister-in-law, Hydrangea, had decided to meet their husbands, Pacificus and Giorgio, at Fucciono's, a small diner near Clare's Creations, after work. Hydrangea arrived ahead of schedule, having left her two active offspring with their Grandma Stella and looking forward to a quiet supper. She did not have long to wait as Clare herself had slipped out of work early, not anxious to face the decision she would have to make concerning her models.
"Tough day?" asked Hydrangea as she pushed a waiting drink toward the frowning orchid mare. She had spoken for an outdoor table near a flower bed that was a riot of color.
"Today wasn't so bad," Clare admitted. "It's tomorrow I'm dreading."
"Pacificus told me you're not looking forward to choosing between your twins."
"Don't call them my twins. I don't know what came over me when I decided having twin models would be fun."
"You can't deny that they're gleaning a lot of publicity for your company."
"That's a fact, but at what price? They're both so... so sexy that half the male staff can't keep a coherent thought in their heads."
"They're awfully young, Pacificus says, and have a lot to learn." Pacificus was the business manager for Clare's Creations.
"Sweet innocence," Clare laughed. "I wonder..." Her attention was caught by something in the street and her words faded away. Hydrangea was shocked by how quickly Clare's expression had changed to one of pure loathing. She followed the mare's gaze and gasped.
The them was definitely Tina Marie and Tina Lucie, but the them that Hydrangea was referring to could as well have been the stallions in the company of the young models, namely, Pacificus and Giorgio, both of whom were intently honed in on the Tinas' conversation. Both also wore moonling expressions that did not set well on married stallions... and fathers at that.
As Clare and Hydrangea watched, Giorgio picked a blossom from a storefront display and slipped it into Tina Lucie's mane. Pacificus- not as suave as his brother-in-law, but not to be totally outdone- presented Tina Marie with a white feather that had at that moment dropped from a white dove circling the square. The purplish filly accepted the downy feather and ran it along Pacificus' chin in a soft caress while the pink twin dropped a peck on Giorgio's cheek.
The two stallions stood, mesmerized, as the two Tinas moved on down the street. It was only a passing cart nearly sideswiping them that brought them out of their stupor.
At the alfresco table, two mares seethed in silent annoyance.
"What have I unleashed against the world?" Clare hissed.
Hydrangea, this being her first exposure to the twins, could only stare. If these fillies were only growing into their sultry beauty, what lay ahead?
* * *
Clare had barely exchanged a single word with her husband the previous evening. Unfortunately, Giorgio barely noticed the lack of communication as he seemed caught up in a reverie of his own. The insipid grin on his face infuriated Clare even more.