And so Canterlot is next!
The featured pony this time was Gracenote from http://ask-maestro.tumblr.com/ . My apologies to them for not including them in the actual narrative, but the story kinda didn’t have room for it. Sorry folks, doing my best
just here for the plot? here ya go. http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m69aijKmpQ1rny3h1o1_1280.png
Manehattan is a big city. And like all big cities, it is full of ponies looking for their chance to make it big, no matter how many others they have to trample underhoof to get there. Beware of smiles, because you never know which one hides a figurative dagger beneath. The first meeting with a native Manehattanite is always filled with half-truths and idle chatter, designed to distract while gleaning as much information about the other party as possible. It’s not a very friendly social environment, no matter how genial the hoofshakes are, or how outgoing company may be.
I’ve learned to live in such an environment, dispensing empty formalities and vacuous smiles with the best of them, but at heart I detest the shimmering facades the ponies around me carefully construct every day before facing the big city. So you can imagine my surprise when approached by a rather large-framed pegasus mare with nary a scrap of clothing on her. She didn’t say much, but I could tell she was looking for information of some sort, the kind that only the big movers and shakers in Manehattan would know. Her genuine attitude intrigued me, and I would have loved to point her in the direction of some of my connections.
Unfortunately, at the time I was in the company of one certain Fancy Pants, exactly one of those movers and shakers. We were to attend a concert at a recently renovated concert hall for its reopening. I was to serve as his musical guide for the night. Social convention dictated that I politely but firmly turn down the intriguing pegasus, no matter how much I would have loved to immediately hop onto whatever adventure she was on. It was certainly going to be better than another night in a concert hall!
But with the ability of reputation to change at the flick of a tail, and attending one of the most influential ponies in Equestria, I could not even stop to chat, let alone leave with her. A girl has to eat, after all.
Still, as I sauntered into the auditorium with that fake smile plastered on my face, my thoughts were all on my earlier encounter with the taciturn mare. Perhaps, if my contacts can locate her, I’ll invite her over to my studio as an apology for my earlier behavior.
(MORE PEOPLE NEED TO FOLLOW STORMFRONT. Seriously, I’m pretty surprised that that blog doesn’t have more, considering the artwork is gorgeous AND it’s got a pretty good story going on right now AND it’s got porn. I watched Sev work on this while he was streaming it, then woke up after a day of not checking Tumblr to this amazing piece. He’s a true master of designing pony clothing, he is. Seriously, those stockings. HNNNGH.
To Sev: Thank you so much for this, there are no words!
If you’re not following Stormfront yet, go do so now, provided you are okay with NSFW! But if you weren’t, why are you here in the first place?)