MLP
After The Chaos
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oliverrook
Chapter 1
Apple Mesh
Nick yawned and snuggled into the scaly surface he was sleeping next to, thankful for its warmth. It moved suddenly, and Nick jumped and darted away as it rolled over, barely missing his tail. Nick turned and glared up at it.
"Spike!" he said, angrily.
Spike yawned, the sound more of a roar, and looked down at him.
"Oh, sorry Nick," he said.
Nick looked up at him.
"You have to be more careful," he said, "You've almost crushed me twice this week alone."
"Yeah, but I haven't," said the teenage purple dragon.
Nick sighed. He stood up on his hind legs, and his fox form altered itself to a more human like shape. There was a crash, and Nick sighed again.
"That would be Dawnstar," he said, shaking his head.
"Don't be so hard on her," said Spike, "She's the youngest pony who's actually working."
"I know," said Nick, "She's just so clumsy."
"Yeah, but she's good at magic," said Spike.
"I still don't think anyone could be better than Twilight," said Nick, "She's just incredible."
Nick turned and looked out toward the bright light coming from the small patch of light at the opposite end of the cave. He spotted the source of the crash, and walked over to the embarrassed Dawnstar.
As he approached, she looked up, and blushed.
"Oh, Nick," she said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
Nick knelt down beside the mess, and began to clean up the cluttered assortment of building materials.
"It's ok," he said, "Just try a bit harder to not be so clumsy."
She nodded. After a few seconds of gathering, Nick looked at her. She seemed to be gazing at him, although her eyes were glazed over, and she was perfectly still.
"Um, Dawn?" said Nick, "You're doing it again."
She shook her head.
"Oh, I was?" she asked, shaking her head a few more times, "I'm sorry."
She looked down at the mess, and immediately picked the whole thing up into the air, including what Nick was holding, and placed it back in the cart. Nick smiled, and stood up.
"Good," he said, "at lest you can clean up your messes."
She blushed. And quickly stood up and darted off with the cart. Nick rolled his eyes, and proceeded to walk to the breakfast area.
Nick had agreed to go vegetarian for the sake of his friend's herbivorism. When they had first seen him, they had all tried to defend themselves, thinking he was hunting them. He had quickly explained and proven that he was not there to hurt them, by showing them the mark on his front left paw. The mark was the sign of Celestia's secret agency, which she had created in an attempt to protect her people.
After he had managed to calm them down, he had talked to them for a bit, and after much arguing, he finally gave up, and promised to not eat meat for the time being. He still craved it now and again.
When he made it to the line, he was greeted as an old friend by many of the older members of the camp, most specifically the ones who had created it.
"Hey Twilight," said Nick, smiling, as she walked over to him.
"Hey Nick," she said, more to herself than to him.
"Still busy?" he asked, looking at her.
"Yeah," she said.
Nick nodded. She always had stuff to do, being the management pony of the camp.
"Anything I can do?" he asked.
"Not right now," she said, "Not anything that's not already being done."
Nick sighed. He functioned more as a fancy decoration than of anything helpful. Unlike most of the ponies, he wasn't fit for hard labor, magic, sky patrol, or any of the other things. He was there to be a weapon if need be, and wasn't suited for much else.
Nick walked over to the kitchen, and sniffed as the scent caught his nose. It definitely didn't stand up to meat, but it still made his mouth water. He walked over to Pinkie and poked her shoulder with one of his claws. She jumped and spun around, and looked at him.
"Hello," he said, looking at her.
"Oh, hi Nick," she said, oblivious to the apple mesh stuck to her forehead.
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After Nick finished lapping up the apple mesh, the leftovers from the pan, he picked up the dish, and walked back toward the kitchen. There was a thud, and he toppled over backwards. He looked up at shook his head at the teleporting pony in front of him.
"Oh, sorry Nick," said Twilight, looking down at him.
"Why does this happen so much?" he said, rubbing his head with a paw.
Twilight shrugged, and looked off at the dark end of the cave. Nick noted her distraction.
"Anything wrong?" he said.
"No," she said.
Nick smiled.
"Stop lying to me Twilight," he said, shaking his head, "You know I can tell."
She sighed.
"I'm not ready to talk about it yet."
"I'll give you that one. But I like to know things."
"I guess that's too bad for you then."
"Please."
"No"
"Ple…"
Nick felt himself lift off the ground. Twilight causally tossed him into the kitchen tent, and walked away.
Pinkie jumped as Nick crashed into the sink, causing a wave of water to fly onto the floor.