Once a Year
Pinkie pie had a phonograph playing cheerful music, herself and mrs. cake dancing in the middle of the room. of course, mrs. cake ended up drawing too close to pinkie pie and ended up being on the receiving of one of her ungodly powerful hip bumps.
Wolf Pet
At this range, the rings appeared as a pale red-orange finely grooved phonograph record. the mists of borderspace continued to rush past as the groves began to expand. "chuthnu! daw'in, decelerate and bring us back to normal, now!"
Where the Grass is Greener
Like a fractured record skipping upon a phonograph, her thoughts were plagued by a single, repetitive word: _human..._ she was almost certain that she had not properly heard the word--almost here alluding to the fact that had she not actually heard it, she
Sudden Death
I saw pinkie pie's phonograph in the corner of the room. and i saw an elegant porcelain lamp that surely must have come from rarity's house. why were there so many little decorations around my room? "how long was i out...? did something happen to me?"
A Case of the Flutters
After glancing around, i found that a phonograph in the corner of the room had been turned on. i decided to try passing the time with conversation. "so...