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I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 20 - FREEDOM! | Connor stood bare chested in front of the full length mirror in his room, looking in awe at his outstretched wings. His Rosso Corsa coloured wings shone brightly in the sunlight bringing his wings to life. He stood admiring himself for a while longer, his mind going over the events of the past five weeks where he spent his time in hospital.
After his late night chat with Vulcan, things went downhill. The following day the pain in his back worsened and his wings grew more rapidly. More than once he was physically sick and the other end wasn't any better. There were times he was freezing cold despite the summer temperatures and radiators being switched on, and other times they couldn't keep his temperature down. His wings were growing that fast there were times Connor could swear he felt them growing. It was an extremely painful experience, and with feathers falling out and re-growing it only added to the pain.
Fortunately about a week before he was discharged his condition improved significantly and he was more or less recovered. He also had a nice collection of red quills and best of all he finally had control of his bowels back. Connor vowed never to take the toilet for granted again.
He continued to stand on front of the mirror moving his wings about when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," he said aloud.
The door opened and in walked Celestia with a bright and cheery smile.
"Hi Princess, what brings you here?" he asked still flexing his wings.
"I just came to see how you were," she replied as she stood next to him, "You seem to be much better than the past few weeks."
Connor chuckled a little, "Yeah, I was in a right state. But thanks to the TLC I received I made a swift recovery."
Celestia smiled and took a look at his wings. They were more vibrant than before and looked stunning, when he stretched them out they were six feet in length each. They were rather large and more angular than Pegasus wings, no doubt to compensate for Connor's larger body size (and mass). They did need preening though, but preening was a rather.....private affair with Pegasi (and Alicorns). It was only done between close friends or partners, except young Pegasi who had it done usually by the mother.
Celestia decided against asking though. She knew Connor and Spitfire were in a relationship and didn't want Connor's first preening to be taken away from Spitfire. Lost in thought, she hadn't realised she was just stood staring into space.
"CELESTIA!"
The sudden shouting brought Celestia back to his senses and she realised Connor was stood next to her with a hand on her withers.
"Connor?" she blinked, "Is something wrong?"
"You zoned out for a minute, is something bothering you?"
Celestia shook her head, "No nothing is bothering me. I was just going to mention that your wings need preening."
Connor looked at the back of his wings in the mirror and saw some were a little tattered.
"Suppose so. How do I preen wings?"
Celestia smiled, "Why not ask your marefriend to show you?"
"Suppose I could, is that the done thing with wing preening? Asking your other half to do it?"
"Sometimes," she replied, "Other times it can be just between close friends."
Connor simply nodded in understanding, "So is there anything else Princess?"
Celestia smirked, "Back to calling me 'Princess' now?"
"Eh?"
"Just before you called me 'Celestia'."
Connor felt worried. He didn't mean to call her by her name without using her title first. Was it a crime for a commoner to call her by her name? Would he be thrown in the dungeons? Would he have his wings clipped? Would he be banished? Would he-
"CONNOR!"
The winged human came back to his senses and noticed Celestia in front of him shaking him gently with a hoof.
"Is something wrong Princess?"
"You zoned out on me."
"Oh," he replied sheepishly, "Sorry."
"No need to apologise and if you're worrying I'll punish you for calling me Celestia, I won't."
"You won't? But-"
Celestia held up a hoof, "Connor, for more years than I can remember I've had almost everypony call me 'Princess', 'Princess Celestia' or 'Your Divine Majesty'. Luna and my parents have been the only ponies to call me just 'Celestia'. I've even tried to get Twilight to call me 'Celestia' but so far I've been unable to."
Connor felt a little upset. It sounded like he'd been unintentionally causing more upset to the Princess by calling her by her title.
"Sorry."
Noting Connor look a little glum she walked over to him and wrapped him in a wing hug, "There's no need to apologise Connor. I'm not angry, but do you think that you could call me Celestia, you are my friend after all."
Connor looked at Celestia's magenta eyes and saw a deep longing for acceptance, a desire for someone to see her as Celestia and not a Princess.
"Sure, I've no problem with that.....Celestia."
Celestia beamed at that and the room brightened up, "Thank you Connor, are you joining me for lunch?"
"Sure."
Celestia merrily trotted to the doorway followed by Connor, clad in only jeans and socks made by Rarity. The two made their way through the corridors towards one of the smaller dining rooms that overlooked Canterlot, talking along the way.
"How's Blueblood doing in his new lodgings?"
During Connor's hospital stay Blueblood astonished everyone when he agreed to plead guilty in return for a lighter sentence, everypony expected him to drag the situation out and make a song and dance out of it. He got three years in total with eligibility for parole in eighteen months. Unfortunately most of the cases against him lacked evidence to prove beyond doubt so those charges were dropped. Only his actions against Connor (including their first encounter), the maid he threatened a few weeks ago and a couple of others.
Why he agreed to it when he gloated he would get away with it mystified most. Celestia and Luna guessed he had an ulterior motive and pleaded guilty knowing he would get a lighter sentence, and early release if he behaved himself. They made arrangements to keep Connor under close watch upon Blueblood's release, just in case.
"Surprisingly he's become the model prisoner. Honestly I expected him to verbally abuse the wardens but he has not done so."
"He's probably after early release, it's why he agreed to plead guilty because it reduced the risk of being found guilty and getting the full four years," he huffed frustrated, "Thanks for running that deal by me first, I doubt I would've coped in a trial."
"You're welcome Connor. But let us put all that behind us and look to the future."
The two entered the dining room and sat themselves down at the table, Celestia sitting at the head of the table. Connor sat down on the chair nearest to her left, giving him a full view of Equestria in the distance.
"What would you like Connor?" asked Celestia.
Connor turned to Celestia and saw a maid had come to take orders.
"Oh I'll have a grilled cheese sandwich and a glass of orange juice."
The maid wrote the order down and turned to Celestia.
"I'll have a cucumber sandwich and an orange juice also."
The maid wrote down the order and bowed to Celestia, "I'll inform the cooks at once Princess."
The maid left the room leaving Celestia and Connor alone.
"When will I be allowed to return to Ponyville?" asked Connor.
"Soon hopefully. I'll arrange for a chariot to take you there when the Doctor gives his approval."
"Thanks, not that I don't enjoy the pleasure of your company. I'm just eager to return."
"I know Connor, I don't want to keep you cooped up here any longer than is necessary."
"I'm looking forward to finally starting my new job though," Connor said with a grin, "I'm sure Luna and I will be a great team."
"I sure you will," replied Celestia with a little dread. She dared not think what would happen of the two of them decided to pull pranks on ponies.
"Will Luna be following me around or will I be with her here in the castle?"
"A bit of both, but you've nothing to worry about. Luna will be a great advisor and she's better at logistics than I am."
"I'll have to look into getting a house sometime. Are there any good estate agents around here?"
"A few, but considering the exceptional circumstances I could get you a house at no cost to you."
Connor looked down in though. Whilst it would mean a house of his own and no mortgage, he much preferred working and earning to pay for a house. Besides, so much had been done for him already, it was his time now to give something back to Equestria.
"Thanks but no thanks Celestia. I appreciate the offer but I'd like to get a house through hard work and earn it," he finished looking into her eyes.
Celestia was secretly pleased to hear this, whilst she wouldn't have been bothered if he'd accepted, she was pleased that Connor wanted to stand on his own feet and not free load off anypony.
"If that is what you wish Connor, I will respect it. I know of a few Estate Agencies with properties in Ponyville, Cloudsdale and here in Canterlot. If you wish why not venture into town after dinner and have a look."
"I think I will. I'll have to pay my bank manager a visit about arranging a mortgage."
"You can do that in Ponyville after you find a property you like. If you wish I can be your guarantor?"
"I can't ask you to do that Celestia, you've done too much for me already."
"Don't be silly Connor, I've said I'll help you and I will. All I ask is that I be guarantor just in case."
"OK. If it means that much to you."
Celestia smiled with joy, "Thank you Connor. Would I be able to see your new home?"
"Course you can you daft mare, after everything you've done for me do you think I'd leave you out?"
"No, you're far too kind to do something like that."
A couple more minutes past until the maid returned with the orders. She levitated them onto the table and left the room after a quick bow to Celestia. Connor immediately devoured the grilled cheese sandwich much to the amusement of Celestia, who delicately ate her sandwiches.
"Enjoying yourself?" asked a bemused Celestia.
Connor just nodded, too busy stuffing his face to give a verbal answer.
Celestia stifled a laugh. She really enjoyed spending time with Connor, she didn't have to be prim and proper all the time and maintain her 'Perfect Princess' image. With Connor she could enjoy being herself and being 'normal'. She made a mental note to invite Connor to the Grand Galloping Gala. She had already sent Twilight and her friends invites. She decided to do so because for many years now the GGG had become stale and boring in desperate need of livening up.
She had already made preparations for Connor's Citizenship Ceremony to be held in two days. She had yet to tell him about it. She would tell him after he gets back later. Twilight and Co, Spitfire, Cara and Vulcan all knew of the ceremony and all promised to keep it secret from him. Connor was unaware there was a ceremony planned or that Rarity had made a special Wonderbolt outfit for him (in addition to several more standard outfits now he would be wearing them more often). It was the same as the standard outfit except it was a bit more sparkly, silver patterns instead of golden yellow and a silver lightning bolt style belt. The boots were also sparkly silver all over, as were the gloves. Like his standard flight suits, there was the winged lightning bolt on each hip.
Celestia would unveil it to him before the ceremony but after a spa treatment.
Lunch didn't last much longer and once finished Connor put on some trainers and made his way into Canterlot to browse properties. He focussed primarily on Ponyville and Cloudsdale but decided on Canterlot as a contingency plan. Though he had yet to start work full time, he had been paid for the previous five weeks. Just under 40,000 bits (£4,000) tax free for the first month. He made that press appearance and photoshoot before going into hospital, and in the last week he got some lessons in the Wonderbolts from Rainbow and Spitfire.
Also, had he not been in hospital he would have been working anyway, so the 'Bolts felt it unfair to penalise Connor for something out of his control. Connor did arrange the Wonderbolt's first sponsor. Cara's fudge shop. She would provide fudge to be sold at venues and in return Cara's gets a huge increase in sales and public attention through association with the Wonderbolts.
Connor still didn't get family discount though.
CANTERLOT CASTLE
APPROX 6.30PM
Connor was sat in one of the many lounges in the castle looking through the property brochures he picked up earlier. He found several that appealed to him including three properties in Ponyville, two in Cloudsdale and one in Canterlot. The Canterlot property was quite expensive but had excellent amenities. He mulled over whether to arrange a viewing whilst stuffing his face with a ham and cheese panini. Viewings for the Ponyville and Cloudsdale properties had been arranged to take place over two days after the ceremony, of which he was still unaware.
Whilst in town he took the opportunity to do a bit of shopping. Amongst the items he bought included a razor and shaving cream, wing balm, chocolate, banana milkshake, cookies and a deck of playing cards. Cara had been kind enough to bring him some fudge 'celebrating' his release from hospital. He was laid back on his wings which were surprisingly comfortable. Connor assumed his back would sweat buckets due to them trapping heat on his back but instead his wings where light and airy, and very soft to rest on acting like a pillow for his back.
The warm heat and glow from the fire provided a cosy atmosphere with candle light adding a pleasant experience. The door opened and in walked a pony that blended into the environment.
"Reading anything good?"
Connor looked around to see a familiar fiery mare, "Hey there Milkshake."
Connor put down his paninis and gave Spitfire a hug. During his stay in hospital she made a few more visits to see him, as did a few of the other Wonderbolts. She hopped up onto the sofa on which Connor was lying and rested on top of him, laying in her side and resting her head in his chest. Her soft fur gently caressing his bare skin.
"Comfortable?" asked an amused Connor.
"Mmmmmph."
"Is my little Milkshake tired?"
"Mmmmmph."
"Does my little Milkshake want to go to bed?"
"Mmmmmph."
"Does that mean my little Milkshake doesn't want food?"
Almost in an instant Spitfire bolted upright and was standing on Connor's chest with wings flared and eyes wide.
"Does this mean my little Milkshake does want food?"
Spitfire nodded.
Connor grinned, "Come on then, let's go to the kitchen."
Spitfire flapped her wings and took to the air. Connor stood up and stretched his limbs and wings, the cracking sounds causing Spitfire to wince.
"Doesn't that hurt?" asked Spitfire.
"No, its perfectly fine. I won't hurt myself doing it."
The two made their way out of the room with Spitfire riding piggyback on Connor. They made their way through the candle lit corridors towards the kitchen, passing a few maids along the way. They entered the kitchen which was staffed around the clock, ready at a moments notice to prepare meals for a castle that never sleeps.
Hard at work at his station was head chef, Master Chef. A dark green earth pony stallion who was a natural in the culinary arts with dishes to die for. When he attended the Royal Culinary Academy with the 299 other chefs, it was clear he was the best and Celestia herself requested his services. He stood out not just because of his culinary prowess, but because he was the only non-unicorn at the school.
"Connor, what brings you to my kitchen?"
"Just came for something to eat, as did Spitfire."
"Sure thing, anything in particular?"
"Haddock and chips for me," replied Connor.
"Same here," added Spitfire.
"Two fish and chips coming right up."
Master Chef bellowed out orders to his chefs whilst Connor and Spitfire sat themselves down at a nearby table.
"I heard you were looking up properties to buy."
"Yeah, I can't live with Twilight forever and having my own place would be nice. I'm looking at Ponyville and Cloudsdale mainly."
"Where abouts in Cloudsdale?"
"I'll show you the brochures I picked up earlier later."
"Cool, will you take me to look around the properties when you go?"
"Course I will, I'm not leaving my marefriend out of the loop."
Spitfire smiled warmly. It meant a great deal to her that Connor was involving her in her life. During his stay in hospital she opened up to him about her past relationships and about how stallions would only date her for the sole reason of dating a Wonderbolt. They showed no interest in getting to know Spitfire, only her body.
Connor was appalled at her treatment. When he asked her if that was why she was reluctant to show Connor to her family she affirmed it. Connor promised he would never treat Spitfire like that and again asked if he could meet her family. Seeing she couldn't exactly hide the fact she was dating him, it was the talk of Cloudsdale after all, she agreed. Though unknown to Connor he had already met Spitfire's father, Avro Lancaster. He was the large green Pegasus that directed him towards the Wonderbolts at the Coliseum when he attended the Young Flyer's Competition.
Spitfire later admitted she was dating him after Avro saw the newspaper article. He was understandably sceptical but decided to give him a chance. Though his encounter with Connor was brief, Avro heard the other Wonderbolts give complimentary remarks about him. Besides, it was clear from the photos he cared deeply for her. Unlike the all the other photos where Connor simply put an arm around the mares, Princesses included, with Spitfire if you looked closely you could see him pulling her closer to his body.
That and Spitfire has been happier than she's ever been since she met Connor. Whilst her sister and mother are pleased for Spitfire, her brothers are more cautious. Particularly her twin brother, Hawker Hurricane. He was quite protective of his younger-by-five-minutes twin sister and hated seeing anyone upset her.
But he would give Connor a chance. According to Spitfire he was the son of Group Captain of his nations air force, so he does at least have something interesting about him.
"I love it when you smile," Connor said warmly, "You can brighten even the dullest of days with it."
Spitfire blushed at the compliments, "Thank you Sleepyhead."
"You're welcome Milkshake."
A fake cough caught their attention and the two looked over to see Master Chef with a trolley carrying their fish and chips.
"Your meals are ready, are you eating here?"
The pair nodded.
"Very well," replied Master Chef as he placed the plates on the table.
The portions were generously sized, the battered haddock was huge and the chips were crisp and golden. Master Chef also placed some salt and vinegar on the table along with two extra large banana milkshakes.
"A little birdy told me you two like banana milkshakes. Is it true?"
"You could say that," Connor said nonchalantly, "Thanks for the meals, they look great."
Master Chef's smile widened visibly, "Thank you Connor, you're fast becoming one of my favourite customers."
"Celestia chose well with you," Connor added.
Master Chef was almost bursting with joy. Such high praise from a personal friend of the Princess was greatly appreciated.
"Thank you again Connor, I'll leave you two alone now. But remember if ever you need anything whenever you're at the castle, just come and find me and I'll gladly cook you something up. You too Captain."
"Thanks Master Chef," replied Spitfire as she stuffed her face with haddock.
Master Chef walked away leaving them alone. Connor looked over to Spitfire who was still eating and, deciding not to miss out started his own meal. He put some salt and vinegar on his fish and chips and started eating.
Connor's enhanced taste buds came to life as the battered haddock touched his touched his tongue. The haddock was simply brilliant, perfectly cooked and prepared.
"This is bloody brilliant," he said enthusiastically to Spitfire.
"I'll second that, this is the best fish I've ever had."
The two quickly and enthusiastically finished their meal and decided to help themselves to desert. Connor rummaged through one of the fridges and found what could only be described as a chocolate lovers dream. A huge chocolate cake with chocolate sponge, chocolate filling and chocolate icing was there crying out to be eaten. Someone had already stared it as it was only three-quarters of a full cake. He took the cake out and cut himself and Spitfire two large slices and put them into dishes.
He put the now half-cake back into the fridge and walked over to Spitfire with the two dishes in hand.
"Here you are love, enjoy."
Spitfire looked at the chocolatey goodness before her and started to salivate.
"If you don't want it I'll gladly eat it," Connor said.
Spitfire scowled and wrapped her hooves around the dish and pulled it closer to her, "NO! IT'S MY CHOCOLATE CAKE!"
Connor laughed at Spitfire antics, "I'm only joking Spits."
Spitfire's expression softened, "I know."
The two continued to eat their cake and had a little chat on Wonderbolts business. Connor suggested getting in several more sponsorships before the next Wonderbolt air show in a months time. Spitfire agreed and said she'd arrange a shortlist of potential sponsors for Connor to follow up.
They finished their cake and Connor placed the dirty pots in the sink with the other dirty pots, no need for them to clean them when their was a fully staffed kitchen of ponies whose duties included dish washing. They left the kitchen and went upstairs to Connor's bedroom, deciding to watch a film on Connor's laptop. Connor got changed into nightwear while Spitfire remained her naked self.
Before getting into bed though, Connor remembered what Celestia told him earlier.
"Spits, can I ask a favour?" he asked nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Sure."
"Could you......preen my wings?"
Spitfire just stared at Connor. To be asked to do something so personal was no small thing. She looked at his wing and could see they hadn't been preened before, so she would be the first to do it. She felt a lump in her throat. She loved Connor and having the honour of being his first was a big thing. Tears started to fall down her cheek.
Fearing he may have upset her, Connor rushed over to Spitfire and placed his hands on her cheeks.
"Spits I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you, I'll make it up to you I promise," he said, voice quavering.
Spitfire looked up at Connor, tears still falling.
"Upset me, what are you talking about?" she asked drying her eyes with a hoof, "Do you realise what you've just asked?"
"I asked you to preen my wings?" he asked unsure.
"It's not just that. To preen another's wings is an intimate act carried out between very close friends or......lovers."
"Oh yeah, I guess I forgot."
Spitfire smiled, "I'd love to preen your wings."
"Thanks Milkshake," Connor replied hugging Spitfire.
"Turn around Sleepyhead and sit down. Spread your wings out as well."
Connor did as she said and Spitfire went to work on his wings, starting with his primaries. She tidied up several of them and carefully pulled out ones that were too tattered to be of any use. There were a few feathers with blood inside but according to Spitfire those were still growing and shouldn't be removed if it can be helped.
After his primaries, she did the same treatment on his secondaries and tertiaries. After finishing, Connor went over the mirror and admired Spitfire's hoof work. She did a fine job and his wings looked more tidy than when he left hospital and the tiny bit of wing pain had gone. Spitfire promised to give Connor lessons in wing preening and proper wing maintenance.
Afterwards they snuggled up into bed and watched Guardians of the Galaxy. Connor assured Spitfire is was a really good film.
APPOXIMATELY MIDNIGHT
Celestia walked into the castle kitchen to get herself a midnight snack. Specifically some of her chocolate cake. Master Chef had baked her a cake specifically for her. It had chocolate sponge with chocolate filling and chocolate icing.
Celestia licked her lips in excitement at having chocolate cake. A few nights ago she only ate a quarter of it, so that should leave three quarters for her now. She opened the fridge ready to eat the rest of the cake.
What she saw horrified her. Somepony had eaten a quarter of her chocolate cake.
Who would be so cruel as to eat her cake? Her bottom lip started to quiver as she lamented her loss. She would have to launch an investigation into finding the cake thief.
"Princess Celestia?"
Celestia turned around and saw Master Chef.
"Princess, what's wrong?" asked the concerned chef.
"Somepony ate my chocolate cake."
Master Chef walked over to the fridge and saw the cake in question. He looked over to the sink and saw the dirty pots still in the sink with the clear signs that chocolate cake had been on it. He also saw the plates that had Connor's and Spitfire's fish and chips.
His eyes widened in realisation.
"Princess, I think I may know who ate your cake?"
"WHO?!" bellowed the Princess.
Steeling himself, Master Chef replied, "I believe it was Connor and Spitfire."
Celestia was in complete and utter shock. Her dear human friend and special somepony had eaten her cake. She tried to formulate a reason as to why they would do such a thing. It wasn't like Connor to eat her cakes. She decided to ask Master Chef for further information.
"Why do you believe it was them?"
"They were here earlier at tea time, having fish and chips."
That did make sense to Celestia. Connor wasn't around at tea time but her guards informed her they saw the two of them together. She decided she would have to have a word with Connor. As much as she likes her new friend, the pesky little human needs to learn her cakes are not to be touched except by herself and the cooks that bake them.
"Thank you Master Chef. I will take the rest of the cake with me and speak to Connor tomorrow. Have a good night my little pony."
"Good night Princess."
Master Chef watched as Celestia walked away, feeling a pang of sympathy for Connor for what was a simple faux pas.
Connor, may Faust have mercy on your soul.
CELESTIA'S QUATERS, CANTERLOT CASTLE
Celestia was eating the rest of her cake whilst crying and, from what Luna could tell, talking to her cake.
"Don't worry my precious, mummy loves you and mummy will never leave you again," she sobbed as she stuffed her face with cake.
Luna had to stifle a laugh. It was funny for her to see her sister like this. She decided to inform Connor about his faux pas in the morning, and the 'punishment' Celestia intended to administer.
Luna would make sure Connor would escape unpunished though, Celestia had to pay for helping herself to some of Luna's Jammie Dodgers.
Because NO PONY helps themselves to her Jammie Dodgers. |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 21 - Citizen Connor | Connor was walking through the castle corridors making his way to the throne room. Celestia had informed him of the ceremony which put him in a good mood. Then she told him he would have to have a deluxe spa treatment to prepare for it. He wasn't to thrilled with it but understood he needed to look his best. To be fair the treatment was excellent, as expected from Celestia's private spa. The tingling sensation in his wings disappeared and he felt fresher than before. Not to mention his hair looked awesome. The spa ponies dyed and styled his hair so that it looked like fire was flickering on his head.
He looked awesome and he knew it.
He particularly liked his new Wonderbolt flight suit made especially for the occasion. He put it on, slipped his wings through the slits and zipped up the front. The skin tight fabric hugging his body perfectly with not a crease in sight. Rarity was a truly brilliant tailor.
As he approached the stairs he looked over the bannister and saw Celestia below, focussing on reading a scroll. Luna was there also. He got a crazy idea on his head. There were no obstructions between him and Celestia so he climbed over the banister and lined himself up with Celestia. Luna and some guards noticed Connor and he noticed them noticing him. They put two and two together and knew what he was doing but remained silent, Luna was trying not to burst into laughter. This would be interesting to watch.
Connor had lined himself up and jumped off, hoping to land on her back.
Before he landed on her though, he felt himself enveloped in magic and slowly levitated in front of the Princess.
Oh shit, he thought.
Celestia looked at Connor with a cheery smile, "Enjoying yourself my little human?"
Connor felt himself tense a little and answered shakily, "Yes funnily enough. Thanks for asking."
"I'm glad to hear that," she replied, smiling.
There was a silence for a few more seconds before Connor spoke up, "Celestia could you put me down please?"
"Of course my little human," she replied merrily as he gently lowered him onto his feet. Connor quickly hugged Celestia, wrapping his arms her neck tightly.
"Thank you Princess, had you not caught me I could have been really hurt," he said, pretending that his life had really been saved. In reality his Human-Pegasus physiology gave him stronger bones and muscles so had he fallen to the floor he would have had bruised bones at the most.
"You're welcome my little human, but may I ask what you were doing jumping from a banister?"
"Jumping?" he asked with pretend confusion, "No no no I wasn't jumping, what happened was........I fell off. Yeah, I fell off."
Celestia raised a hoof to her face in pretend horror, "You fell off, my poor little human you must be more careful."
Putting her hoof gently on his shoulder she looked into his eyes, "I will see to it that this incident can never happen again. We wouldn't want you to 'fall' from any more banisters now would we?"
"No Celestia, that would be terrible," Connor replied in pretend worry.
"I agree. Now come along my little human, we have a ceremony to go to."
Celestia levitated Connor onto her back and started walking towards the Ball Room adjacent to the garden. Twilight and all the others where already waiting there.
"Celestia?"
"Yes Connor?"
"Why am I riding on your back? I can walk."
Celestia remained silent for a moment, "It feels nice. You don't mind do you?"
"No, it's no different from riding horses in my world...well on Earth I mean."
"I understand Connor, if it does make you uncomfortable just say so."
They approached the Ball Room door where a Solar Guard was waiting outside. Noticing his Princess approach, he bowed down to her.
"Princess, the ceremony is waiting. Are you and your guest ready to in?"
"Yes, lead the way Corporal."
The unicorn guard turned around and opened the door with his magic. Celestia walked in, Connor still on her back, and immediately everypony in the room bowed down to her.
"Rise my little ponies."
Everypony did. Having got the attention of everypony, Connor dismounted Celestia who gave him a quick hug before making his way over to Spitfire and sitting next to her. A pot of tea was placed in the table next to Celestia. She poured herself a cup with added milk and sugar, taking a sip before starting to speak.
"My little ponies, thank you for attending this party as we celebrate the return of one of Equestria's own. Connor, though born a human, has pony parents. His mother is the Pegasus Star Light who disappeared from Equestria many years ago, through unknown means she transformed into a human and gave birth to Connor. Connor lived his life as a human and until few days ago that is the only world he knew."
Celestia took a sip of tea before continuing.
"When Connor appeared in Equestria, he saw from his perspective a new life and a new civilization and boldly went where no human had gone before. Equestria. He very quickly made an impression on many of us and has already made many excellent friends. And a special somepony."
Connor blushed in embarrassment and pretended he wasn't hearing anything, Spitfire kissed him on the cheek causing his blush to go redder.
Connor ignored the 'awww' coming from the assembled ponies.
"But he also met two other ponies who understandably believed they would never meet their long lost relative. Caramel Fudge and Vulcan, the sister and father of Connor, have been reunited with him in what is without doubt one of the finest moments of my reign."
Celestia slowly walked over to Connor. Spitfire was still sat next to him holding his hand, Cara and Vulcan were sat next to him as well.
"Connor, as you are the offspring off Equestrian citizens and would have been yourself had things happened differently; I see no problem with granting you this."
She teleported into view official looking documents and continued to speak.
"Connor Wakefield, I Princess Celestia; Sol Invictus of the Sun and Diarch of the Day, do hereby grant you full Equestrian Citizenship and all the rights it pertains."
She levitated over a small booklet. Connor looked at it and it was an Equestrian Passport, with his mugshot in the back.
I guess that explains why the girls insisted on going in that photo booth earlier.
Connor took the passport and looked through it. It looked like the British Passport of old with blue covers. It had his D.O.B. according to the Equestrian calendar. The day and month were the same but instead of 1990 is was 975 ANM (After Nightmare Moon). He would be celebrating his 25th birthday in the same year as Luna's return, 1000ANM.
Connor felt a hoof gently pull his chin up and he saw a pony smiling. It was Celestia.
"Welcome home my friend."
He firmly hugged her. The feeling of acceptance and belonging overwhelmed him, he truly felt like he belonged here. He felt like he fit in and could achieve anything in Equestria. On Earth he knew he wouldn't get far with the world in the state it was in.
"Thank you Celestia."
"You're welcome Connor."
After a few seconds Connor let go of Celestia and went back to Spitfire who had a huge smile on her face and was wearing the necklace Connor gave her in Cloudsdale. The two hugged firmly, Spitfire whispered into Connor's ear, "Well done Sleepyhead."
"Thanks Milkshake," he whispered back.
"So, what are we going to do now?" asked Rainbow Dash.
"WE'RE GOING TO PARTY!" yelled Pinkie, blasting everyone's hearing away.
And party is what they did. Pinkie style.
The party guests played a few games including 'Pin the Tail on the Pony' and 'Pony Pinata', the latter of which Connor won. He was particularly pleased with the large bag of Rhubarb and Custard sweets that fell out, made by Bon Bon. On the subject of sweets, Connor was roped into occasionally helping Cara out at her fudge shop. He was reluctant but the not-bribe of free mint and chocolate fudge persuaded him otherwise.
Spitfire and the Wonderbolts liked Connor's Special Wonderbolt flight suit made especially for the occasion. They decided to discuss at a later date whether to have their own Special Flight Suits for special events, in addition to their dress uniforms. Celestia also unveiled the cake she commissioned Pinkie to bake. The cake was in the shape of the Wonderbolt's insignia, with different coloured icing making up the iconic Wonderbolt icon. The cake was unsurprisingly excellent.
As Connor mingled with his fellow 'Bolts, a familiar looking colt approached.
"Excuse me, Mr Human?"
Recognising the voice, Connor turned around and smiled at the young colt, "Swift Wind!"
The young colt ran up to Connor and jumped into his chest, knocking Connor back a foot in the process.
"Hiya Mr Human!" Swift Wind shouted, his muzzle right in front of Connor.
"Hi Swift Wind, I'm surprised to see you here."
"Princess Celestia invited us," he replied enthusiastically, his smile beaming across his face.
"That's kind of her, I see you're in your Wonderbolts outfit again."
Swift Wind nodded excitedly, "Yeah, it's awesome."
"It most certainly is," Connor replied, "Are you joining us?"
Swift Wind looked past Connor and saw the Wonderbolts. He somehow didn't notice them before despite them being in their bright flight suits. Several of the Wonderbolt's held out their hooves motioning him to go over. Squeeing in delight he ran over and started jumping up and down very excitedly, Pinkie Pie style.
"OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH!"
"Hey there, Swift Wind wasn't it?" asked Soarin, stifling a laugh at the young colt's excitement.
"Yes sir Mr Soarin!"
"Just Soarin is OK, why not sit yourself down," Soarin replied motioning to an empty cushion.
"Can I sit next to Miss Spitfire, she's my favourite!"
"Sure you can," replied Spitfire, "Did you get any cakes from the buffet?"
"Not yet," he replied shaking his head, "Why don't we go and get some?"
"Why not?" replied Spitfire. The smile on her face not at all hiding her joy at engaging with Swift Wind. It was one of the best things she loved about being a Wonderbolt. Seeing so many young foals talk in awe and wonder about the Wonderbolts and how many young Pegasi dream of being one.
Connor, Spitfire and Swift Wind walked over to the buffet table and piled their plates high with cakes and pastries. Connor and Spitfire shared a very large banana milkshake complete with scoops of banana ice cream.
The party went on some more with Connor speaking to the others, including thanking Pinkie for organising the it at the request of Celestia. She was appreciative of the gratitude and Connor made sure to stop by the kitchen later and thank the culinary staff also, people too often forget the work that goes on behind the scenes.
Whilst standing around he heard Celestia call his name.
"Connor, how are you my friend?"
"I'm doing great thanks, really liking the ceremony. Thanks for putting one on."
"You're welcome Connor. I thought I would introduce you to some good friends of mine."
Connor looked to the side of Celestia and saw one stallion and a mare. The mare looked a little like Luna, albeit without the wings and different coloured fur and the stallion had a monocle and moustache.
Don't laugh don't laugh don't laugh Connor thought.
"Connor, this is Lady Fleur Dis Lee."
Fleur held out a hoof and Connor knelt down, gently held her hoof in his hand and kissed it, "Pleasure to meet you ma'am."
Fleur giggled and her cheeks reddened, "Oh my, he's such a gentlecolt. I can see why Group Captain Spitfire likes him."
"And the stallion is Duke Fancy Pants."
REALLY REALLY DON'T LAUGH CONNOR! he sternly told himself.
"Pleasure to meet you Master Wakefield," said Fancy holding out a hoof.
Connor took the hoof and shook it firmly, "Likewise your Royal Highness."
Fancy was surprised. It appeared that Connor knew about peerages and the place of Dukes in the Royal Family.
"I say such a polite fellow, but call me Fancy. Anypony who is a friend of the Princess is a friend of mine."
Connor felt pleased with himself, his parents had drilled into him from a young age the importance if using your P's and Q's. With calling Fancy' Your Royal Highness', he was only taking a line from the British Royal Family and its nobility. In the British Royal Family, Dukes are the highest ranking nobles with only the monarch above them.
"Then in that case it's a pleasure to meet you Fancy."
"I heard you have become the Wonderbolt's Events Manager."
"Yeah, I didn't plan on it but they made the offer and it sounded too good to pass up. I'm not sure if I'll be any good but Luna is going to be my consigliere."
"Consigliere?" asked Fancy, confused by the word.
"Yeah, it means counsellor. They give advice and guidance to their boss. It's a position of great respect and trust."
"It sounds fitting for Princess Luna. On the matter of your job, I was wondering if you'd be interested in discussing possible business ventures for the future. I have many contacts who I can put you in touch with and would be willing to sponsor the Wonderbolts, I hear you made your first sponsor already."
"Yeah, my sister's Fudge Shop."
"Yes, I read all about it in the papers. A most remarkable story indeed, why not visit my place one day and we can give our life stories. Bring your sister and marefriend as well, they can have a little girl time with Fleur here."
"Sure, I'd love to. I'll let the girls know."
"Excellent, I'll send an invoice to your office when I'm ready. In the meantime, enjoy the evening."
"I will do, it's been nice talking to you."
"Likewise my dear chap."
"Bye Fancy, you to Lady Dis Lee."
"Just call me Fleur my dear," she replied smiling, "Farewell handsome."
The two walked away to enjoy the party leaving a blushing Connor and amused Celestia together. They looked at each other silently, fully aware of what each other was thinking. Connor decided to break the silence.
"I'm really sorry about eating your cake," he said apologetically.
"Now now Connor, it's all in the past and forgotten about. Besides, I got even with you."
"How so?"
"Did you enjoy your spa treatment?" she asked smirking.
Now that he though about it, the spa treatment was a bit excessive. And the presence of guards at the spa doors now made sense.
"Well played Celestia, well played."
"Thank you my little human. I trust this means you will be more careful when choosing which cake to eat?"
"No, it means I'll have to be more careful to not get caught," he said with a smirk of his own before walking away.
He's just like Luna Celestia thought, secretly looking forward to any cake 'borrowing' he may try. She pondered whether she would need to increase security at the castle. Chuckling to herself she went over to the cakes and piled a plate high with sugary sweetness.
Connor made his way over to Vinyl Scratch at her DJ booth, gaining the mare's attention as he approached.
"Hey Vinyl," Connor said holding out his fist.
"Hey Connor," she replied bumping his fits with her hoof, "What brings over here?"
"Just wondering if you wanted to play some human music."
"Sure, any chance to listen to it I'll take it. Got anything good?"
"Lots of things," he replied, "I'll just need to fetch my laptop from my room."
Vinyl raised a hoof, "No need, I can magic it here."
Connor raised an eyebrow is surprise, "You can do that?"
"Sure I can, I do have above average magic capabilities."
Vinyl lit up her horn and on the table Connor's laptop appeared, "That's a pretty neat trick."
"Thanks, now come on Connor let's get wubba-dub dubbing."
Connor connected his laptop to Vinyl's sound system and brought up the music folders. He found a good song to start off with. 'Dancing Queen' by Abba. Connor started the song and almost immediately everypony in the room perked their ears up. After a minute several ponies made room for a makeshift dance floor and started dancing and singing to the song. How they knew the lyrics completely baffled Connor, but for the sake of his sanity he put it down to 'magic'.
Rarity, Cara, Misty Fly, Pinkie, Fleur, Lyra (who was also invited) and even Rainbow Dash were on the dancefloor singing and dancing along to 'Dancing Queen'.
Connor started to record on his phone. This was too good to pass up and would provide a good laugh in the future when reminiscing over old times. The ponies where all in perfect sync and more or less did the same moves as Frida and Agnetha in the music video.
After that song ended, more Abba sings where played and more ponies joined in the singing and dancing. The only ones who didn't join in where Fluttershy, Spitfire, Connor, Vulcan and the Princesses. Everyone was having a good times regardless, Soarin and Vulcan took a liking to Bon Jovi, Cara liked Aqua. Cara and Pinkie had a blast singing 'Barbie Girl'.
The ceremony went exceptionally well with Swift Wind enthusiastically showing the 'Bolts and Rainbow Dash his flying skills, promising to apply to join the Wonderbolts when he's old enough. He stuck close to Spitfire most of the time, she was his favourite Wonderbolt after all.
Swift Wind did hear about Connor's stay in hospital and though upset about it, was much happier now Connor had recovered. He really liked Connor's wings, saying they looked 'super awesome' and asked if he could see Connor again. Seeing no reason why not, Connor agreed and Swift Wind's parents said they'd make arrangements to have Connor over for tea one evening. Swift Wind almost burst with joy with the thought of Connor being in his home.
Sadly though, all good things must come to an end. It was getting late and Swift Wind, resting on his mothers back, had already fallen asleep.
"Thanks for being here tonight, I know Swift Wind enjoyed himself," Connor said to Swift Wind's mother.
"You're welcome deary, we're looking forward to having you round for tea."
"Any idea what you'll cook?"
"I'm not sure yet but I'll think of something."
"I'll look forward to it, anyway I won't keep you longer. Swift Wind needs to be in bed."
Looking back to the sleeping colt on her back, she smile, "Yeah the little dear's stayed up well past his bedtime. Goodnight Connor."
"Goodnight Blossom," Connor replied.
Blossom walked out with Swift Wind still asleep on her back, Connor and Thunder Flash (Swift Wind's father) exchanged farewells with mutual nods. Several of the other guests had left also including Lyra and the Wonderbolts except for Spitfire. Twilight and Co where wide awake though except for Spike who had fallen asleep.
Connor walked over to where Spitfire was sitting and sat down next to her, putting an arm around her and pulling her close. Spitfire muzzled his cheek before resting on his lap, shattered out from the partying.
"Hey Milkshake, you tired?"
A murmur from Spitfire confirmed it.
"How about we go to bed then?"
Spitfire smiled before answering softly and quietly, "I'd like that."
The two got up and started to leave the room. As they did Twilight and the gang approached.
"Hey girls, you OK?" asked Connor.
"We're fine thank you Connor," replied Twilight, "We had a great time tonight."
"So did we," replied Connor, "And thanks for the flight suit Rarity, it looks great."
"You're welcome darling, I thought you'd like it."
"Are there any rules on when you can wear the flight suit?" he asked turning to Spitfire.
"No, you can wear one whenever you want, I do. They're extremely comfortable to wear," she replied showing off her body.
Connor couldn't help but watch as Spitfire walked away, swishing her tail from left to right. As she did, Connor felt himself get warmer and turn a bright shade of red. Spitfire stopped and turned around, smirking at the sight of Connor.
"I take it you like what you see?" she asked smirking.
"Eh?"
Spitfire pointed to his wings. He looked and saw that they had spread out. He tried folding them back in but they were like ironing boards.
"Why are my wings stiff?" he asked confused.
Suddenly Rainbow Dash burst into laughter, "YOU GOT A WING BONER!"
"Rainbow Dash must you be so vulgar!" lambasted Rarity.
Rainbow was too busy laughing to answer and Spitfire looked like she wanted to join in as well. Connor slowly connected the dots.
"A wing boner? You mean I....."
"Liked what you saw?" finished Spitfire seductively.
A blushing Connor attempted to speak but could only manage incoherent utterances, embarrassment severely limiting his ability to function. After a few seconds he finally out together a coherent sentence, "I think I'll just go now before I embarrass myself further. Night girls."
"Bye Connor," replied the girls.
Connor waved goodbye and hastily made his way out of the room, his wings not as stiff as before.
Spitfire chuckled and shook her head, "I've got myself quite a stallion haven't I."
The girls all agreed. Connor was quite an odd one and he seemed perfectly suited to Spitfire. The other Wonderbolts had seen a noticeable difference in Spitfire's happiness since she started a relationship with Connor, she was much more energetic and lively but still terrifying enough to keep the cadets on line.
Spitfire and the girls all said goodnight to each other and left for their respective rooms. Spitfire headed for Connor's bedroom as she would be sleeping with him again. She liked sleeping with Connor for obvious reasons but also because he was warm and squishy, that and she knew Connor liked her soft fur against his skin.
She made her way through the castle corridors towards his room, thoroughly looking forward to what lay ahead with herself and Connor. She decided to suggest to Connor about going 50/50 on a house in Cloudsdale for them both to use, he could still get his own place in Ponyville if he so wished but it would be nice and convenient to have a place closer to the academy.
She walked into the room and noticed Connor was resting in a chair, still in his Wonderbolts flight suit.
"Hey Sleepyhead."
"Hey Milkshake, I was waiting for you."
"Oh," she replied in surprise, "What for?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to bathe together."
The open mouth of Spitfire indicated she wasn't expecting that. Whilst it was common for ponies to bath together, mostly to help in hard to reach places like their back, she assumed Connor being a human that he would have different customs.
"Bathe together?"
"Yeah, on Earth people in relationships sometimes bathe together. Is that not done here?"
"Ponies do but it's quite common. I'm guessing bathing together is more intimate than on Earth?"
"Yeah, you don't have to though I was just-"
Connor felt a hoof press against his lips, "I'd love to bathe with you."
"Thanks Spits."
The two walked into the adjacent bathroom and started to undress, both of them carefully removing their flight suits and putting them to the side. They're not cheap to make so each flight suit has to be treat with care. After about a minute or so the bath was filled and the two got in. The bath was huge and easily held both Connor and Spitfire.
Connor took a sponge a lathered it in with shampoo. He slowly washed Spitfire who stood still as Connor washed her down, slowly making clockwise motions as he moved across her body. Spitfire showed no signs of discomfort and seemed to be enjoying it.
"You OK Spits?"
"I feel great, you're doing good."
"Thanks," Connor replied, continuing to wash Spitfire.
After finishing her body including wings, he washed her mane and tail. Spitfire looked a different mare with her mane down, she didn't look half as terrifying.
"Your mane looks good when it's down like that. You don't look scary at all."
Spitfire looked straight at Connor and narrowed her eyes.
Connor laughed a little and booped her nose.
Spitfire narrowed her eyes more making the water seem to freeze over, "Did you just boop my nose?"
"Yes. I. Did," he replied, accentuating each word with a nose boop.
Spitfire kept her unamused expression for a few more seconds before bursting into laughter, "You can be really random at times."
"It's nice to see you laugh, I wouldn't let the cadets see you laugh though. They may think you've gone soft."
"There's no chance of that happening."
"Indeed not."
Connor finished washing Spitfire and turned around so that Spitfire could clean his wings. He leant over the corner of the bath and spread his wings out. Connor could feel Spitfire's hooves go to work on his wings, her hooves gently caressing his feathery appendages with feather conditioners and shampoo. She cleaned both of his wings including their undersides and cleaned his back also.
A short while later, Spitfire finished, "There, nice and clean."
"Thank you Milkshake, now how about we dry ourselves off and then snuggle up in bed."
Spitfire's eyes lit up, "I'd say yes to that, snuggles sound nice."
The two dried each other off and Connor out on some pyjama bottoms, made by Rarity, and got into bed. Spitfire also got in and snuggled up to Connor, enjoying his warm squishy body. Both quickly fell into a very restful sleep and started to share an exceptionally rare occurrence.
A shared dream.
When they happened it was usually between lovers. They were so rare Luna could recall each and every one, all thirty-two of them. Connor's and Spitfire's was the 33rd.
Luna watched a bit of the dream incognito before leaving. She didn't need to witness it all, primarily because it was exceptionally inconsiderate to intrude on such an intimate moment.
She would be on standby just in case and make sure nothing disturbed the shared dream.
Luna was also very excited at working with Connor as his consigliere. She liked the title. It sounded so much better than 'advisor' or 'assistant'. She had a few contacts herself and with her skills in logistics and finances she could help Connor make the Wonderbolts and exceptionally profitable outfit.
That and she could sneak Celestia's cakes out of the castle and give them to Connor.
Deciding she would do that she made her way to the throne room to begin Night Court. She began drawing up plans for Connor to consider. She wouldn't do his job for him nor would she decide things for him, but what she would do is guide him in the same way Celestia guides Twilight.
Connor would be like a student to her.
Luna felt elated at the thought of Connor being her student.
Surely it would be OK if we could make it official, we're sure Tia wouldn't mind, she though to herself.
She decided to discuss it Celestia in the morning. Regardless of what happens, Connor was one of her bestest friends and she would help him no matter what. If he was a really good student, she might even share her Jammie Dodgers. |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 22 - Cloudsdale II | Connor and Spitfire were up and about after a restful nights sleep. After a morning shower together they got changed into Wonderbolt flight suits. Connor also styled his hair into it's spiky look once again, giving his hair a far more awesome appearance. A further examination revealed that Connor now had naturally occurring red highlights that match the colour of his wings. Connor was rather pleased, mostly because he would save a lot of money on hair dye. Being a Yorkshireman he is naturally thrifty and has a dislike of high prices.
Connor was just finishing zipping up the front of his flight suit when he heard Spitfire speak up.
"By Celestia you look good in that."
Connor turned around to see Spitfire looking at him pleasingly.
"As do you," he replied smirking.
"Touche," she replied, "In that case I'll have to wear it more often. Since you like it so much."
Spitfire deliberately walked across the room to a pitcher of orange juice, swishing her tail from side to side. Connor could only watch, hypnotised by her moving plot and tail. Spitfire poured herself a glass of orange juice and turned around, smirking devilishly at the sight before her.
"You really do like looking at me when I'm wearing this."
"Huh?"
Spitfire pointed to his sides. He looked to his sides to notice his wings had become ironing boards again.
"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE!"
Spitfire started to laugh as she watched Connor try to de-stiffen his wings by forcibly trying to fold them with his hands.
"Go floppy again you stupid things!"
The comical scene made Spitfire laugh even harder prompting Connor to look at her. The Wonderbolt flight suit perfectly hugging her perfectly toned body did nothing to help his predicament.
Stupid sexy Spitfire.
After a minute of thinking unsexy things, which is extremely difficult considering Spitfire's in the room, his wings became not-stiff again. Connor fastened the accompanying belt around his flight suit and put the goggles over his head, letting them hand from his neck. He admired himself a little more in the mirror, flexing his muscles and wings.
"Would you like some time to yourself?"
Connor stopped admiring himself in the mirror and turned around to the source of the voice.
It was Celestia. Who was trying desperately not too laugh.
"Oh h-h-h-hi Celestia. I d-didn't know you were there," he said rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks red a little red.
Celestia walked over to Connor stifling a giggle, "I was wondering if the two of you were joining us for breakfast?"
Connor looked to Spitfire, who also was stifling a laugh, and asked her if she was up for it.
"What about it Milkshake? Shall we?"
"Sure," she replied snorting out a laugh, "You'll be able to strut your stuff on the way."
Connor rolled his eyes, "I was stretching my muscles, nothing more."
"Of course you were," she replied teasingly, kissing his cheek.
The trio walked out of the room and made their way to the dining room. It was another bright, sunny day again with a warm temperature to finish it off. Ideal weather for the trip to Cloudsdale later where Connor would be viewing a property and pay Cara and Vulcan a visit.
"When do we leave for Cloudsdale?" asked Connor.
"Shortly after breakfast," replied Celestia, "I've arranged for Royal Chariots to take you there."
"Thanks Celestia," replied Connor, "Are you coming with us?"
Celestia shook her head, "I'm afraid I can't. I have Court to hold today."
"My condolences."
"It's not that bad Connor, besides one day you may be in my Court seeking my guidance and assistance."
"Maybe but not likely, in my country we don't go to the monarch for such things. We write too or see in person our MP, who can bring the matter up in the House of Commons if needs be."
"Yes, Twilight told me of your country's system of government."
"I thought she might. She certainly likes learning new things."
"You've no idea," replied Celestia.
"You OK Spits, you're being rather quiet."
"I'm fine, just enjoying being with my stallion," she replied as she wrapped her hooves around his neck, "And the Princess of course."
"And I enjoy you being here Spitfire," replied Celestia.
The trio, who were now outside the dining room, entered and saw Twilight and Co, Soarin, Misty Fly and Fleetfoot, Shining Armor and Luna. There was a chorus of voices greeting Connor and Spitfire as they entered and sat down next to the other Wonderbolts. Connor was between Spitfire and Rainbow Dash while Celestia took her place at the head of the table.
"Hi Connor, I haven't seen you in a while," said Shining, "But I heard you've been through quite an ordeal."
"That's one way of putting it," replied Connor leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table, "Not something I'd like to go through again."
"I can imagine. Sorry I couldn't be here, but I got posted to our military base in Zebrica for several weeks."
"I understand. You go where your posted and do as your told."
"That you do. Is it like that in militaries in your world?"
"Yep. Especially my nations' armed forces. Insubordination is a court martial offence and can result in a prison sentence and a dishonourable discharge."
"It's the same here."
"How about the rest of you, you all OK?" Connor asked.
"We're fine thank you darling," replied Rarity, "And I must say again that you look truly splendid in your flight suit."
"Well I am awesome," he replied with a cheeky smile.
"Not as awesome as me though," interjected Rainbow, "Eight out of ten I'd give you."
"I'm guessing you're a ten out of ten?"
"Of course I am. I'm Rainbow Dash," she replied grinning.
"So you're 20% more awesome than me?"
"You said it," she replied hoof bumping Connor.
A cough could be heard from the head of the table. It was Celestia getting the attention of everyone as a maid had entered the room to take orders. The maid went around the table getting everyone's orders. Some ordered pancakes with syrup, some ordered porridge. The maid then came to Connor.
"What would you like sir?"
"I'd like a bacon sandwich please."
The maid was accustomed to serving Griffons and Minotaurs so she wasn't phased by the order of meat.
"Would that be all sir?" she asked as she finished writing the order.
"Could I have extra bacon with my bacon sandwich?"
"Certainly sir, anything else?"
"A side order of bacon with extra bacon please."
The maid dead-panned at Connor, clearly unamused at his joke. Connor held up his hand and apologised.
"Sorry, couldn't resist. Just a pot of tea please."
"OK. Thank you sir. The orders shouldn't take too long," the maid said before turning to the Princesses, "If you'll excuse me your majesties."
Celestia nodded, "You're excused my little pony."
The maid left the room and headed towards the kitchen. Connor leant back in his chair to make himself more comfortable and looked around the room. He noticed everyone was staring at him. Some, like Misty Fly and Fleetfoot, looked like they were doing their best not to laugh.
"Errrr.... is something wrong?" asked Connor.
"No nothings wrong," replied Misty Fly.
Connor couldn't help but feel he was missing something but decided to let it slide for now. His bacon sandwich was due to arrive any minute. He told them he likes his bacon done in the microwave and to his surprise they were able to do it like that in Equestria also. What he does is place three or four sheets of kitchen roll on a plate followed by some rashes of bacon (with the fat cut off), followed by some more kitchen roll. The kitchen roll absorbs all the fat and grease of the bacon leaving a much nicer taste, in Connor's opinion.
"Before we go to Cloudsdale I'll go back to my room and collect my laptop and other things. Thanks for the new bags by the way Rarity. They're great."
"You're welcome darling," replied Rarity as she was applying eye shadow.
Rarity had made new bags for Connor to carry his laptop and other gadgets. The messenger bag he had before went over his shoulders and the strap would press against his wings, preventing or severely restricting movement. So Rarity made a bag that would fasten around his waist allowing him to carry his stuff without impeding his wing movements or flight ability. The bag itself rested just above his backside so it was essentially like what he had before only with the strap around his waist and not over the shoulder.
Connor liked it and it was made with magically reinforced materials and in the same colour scheme as the Wonderbolts so that it matched his flight suit. On a related note, the necklace Celestia gave to Connor that prevented excessive magic being used against him now had that enchantment removed. As it was felt Connor wasn't in any real danger anymore Connor and Celestia agreed it was the right thing to do as Connor didn't want to waste such a nice gift, after all what was the point in wearing a magical enchantment if you have no need for it.
He was wearing the now un-enchanted necklace and Spitfire was wearing the one Connor bought her. In fact, they only enchantments they had was one to prevent them slipping off from around their necks. Very useful for when one is flying around.
After breakfast which was a excellent as ever, the Wonderbolts, Spitfire, Connor, Twilight and Co made their way outside towards the chariots that had been prepared. The Wonderbolts and Rainbow decided to fly whereas Connor and Spitfire went in the chariots. It would take around an hour to get to Cloudsdale so it gave plenty of time for Connor to play some Football Manager on his laptop.
Connor was a ruthless manager. One player complained about being left out of the first team so Connor demoted the player into the reserves, placed him on the transfer list and successfully sold him in the next transfer window.
Spitfire watched with fascination as Connor played and respected his no nonsense approach to management.
An hour later the chariots and the Wonderbolts touched down in Cloudsdale. Twilight again had cast a spell that allowed the non-Pegasi to walk on the clouds. Connor and Spitfire had an appointment to view a property in the outer suburbs of Cloudsdale. Connor would also be visiting Cara and Vulcan afterwards. First Cara's, then to Vulcans' for a meal out at his favourite fish restaurant.
"So, where we headed to first?" asked Connor as he put on his pair of Oakley Radarlock Path sunglasses. They had black lenses and a red frame.
"We'll go into the Market District if you like, have a look around," suggested Spitfire.
"Sure, I'm cool with that," replied Connor as he fastened his new laptop bag around his waist. As the group made their way over to the Market District, they unsurprisingly attracted a lot of stares. A lot of them where directed at the Wonderbolts and the Elements but a fair few were looking at Connor and Spitfire. They had become the talk of Cloudsdale after all, the Wonderbolt Captain dating winged-human who actually has pony parents wasn't likely to go by unnoticed.
Spitfire was flying at Connor's side with her hoof held in his hand. She liked it when he held her hoof, granted it was better when it was with his bare hands but it was still nice.
"So Milkshake, anywhere in particular you want to visit?"
Spitfire thought for a moment, holding her other hoof to her chin, "There's a candle shop I've been wanting to visit for a while down on Cirrus Street."
"We'll go there first if you like?"
"Sure, is anypony else joining us?"
The others quickly talked amongst themselves and decided to go off in their own groups. Fluttershy, Misty Fly, Surprise, Fleetfoot and Rarity went together, Twilight, Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Spike went off together, Soarin, Blaze, Rapidfire, Lightning Streak and Fire Streak went off together also.
Before going their separate ways they agreed to meet again for lunch at the same Tea Room Connor visited on his last visit to Cloudsdale. That would give them a couple of hours to have a look around at wherever it was they wanted to go.
Spitfire and Connor were walking through the streets of Cloudsdale towards the candle shop on Cirrus Street, their bright and colourful flight suits attracting attention. Even if they weren't wearing them, they were both famous enough to be recognised without them. They were stopped on the way a few times for autographs and photographs. The colts and fillies particularly liked Connor.
They eventually approached the candle shop and went inside, the abundance of aromas filling their noses as soon as they entered. The candle shop had candles of all different shapes and sizes. They slowly made their way around the reasonably sized store, discussing whether to get some candles for their new home. When they eventually get one that is.
"What about these ones?" asked Spitfire.
Connor looked at the candles she was pointing a hoof at. They were the large Jar Candles with dozens of different fragrances.
"They look good," he replied picking up a jar of Amber Moon, "Smell good as well."
"Shall we get some?" asked Spitfire as she smelled a jar of Honey Clementine.
"Sure, I'll go an get a basket."
Connor returned moments later with a basket and the duo made their way around the store filling the basket with candles. Large Jar candles, Decor Pillar candles and Tea Light candles with varying fragrances.
They spent about 2000 bits (£200) on candles and candle holders. Connor wasn't really a candle person but Spitfire, like many mares, loved them. 2000 bits wasn't much for the duo really, especially Spitfire considering her income. An income that would soon increase when sponsorship and Air-Show Day revenue start rolling in.
Rather than lug heavy bags around they arranged for the candles to be delivered to Wonderbolts HQ, at no extra cost due to spending so much on candles.
The duo left the store and started to walk down the street again.
"Anywhere you'd like to go?" Spitfire asked.
"Hmmm.....I think I saw a model shop when I was last here. Can't remember where though, Galleon's Models it was called."
"I know the place, come on we'll go there now."
The pair made their way through the streets again, and once again were stopped for photos and autographs which they gladly provided. The ponies showed no fear in approaching Connor, as far as Cloudsdalians were concerned he was one of them.
They arrived at the store fairly quickly and went inside. The model shop was fairly modern looking by Earth standards with glass cabinet displays showing what was available. There were many models of old sailing ships like the HMS Victory and a few more of more advanced steamships like the SS Great Britain. Ponies were close to finishing a steamship that looked strikingly like an Olympic class ocean liner that was due to be launched in about two years.
There were also models of steam engines and rolling stock, scenery, track, signals and so on. Connor had an interest in model railways and had a small but enjoyable layout at his old home. It was about 12ft long and 8ft wide but in an L-shape that fit into the corner of the room. It was set in the early 1960's when the transition from steam to diesel was taking place.
"Seen something you like sir?"
Connor looked to the source of the voice and saw what he presumed to be the store owner.
"Possibly, a lot of these steam locomotives look strikingly similar to steam locos from my country many decades ago."
"How similar?" asked the stallion.
"If it weren't for the dark blue colours they could have run on the lines without anyone realising they didn't belong to British Rail. Back then the entire British Railway Network was nationalised you see."
"Yes our Railway has been nationalised for many years now. Would you be interested in purchasing any models today?"
"Maybe, what's the scale of these models?"
"We have three different scales, P Gauge is the middle with a scale of 1:76.2 and models running on 18.83 mm gauge track with 4mm to one hoof, Double P Gauge is precisely double that hence the name and Half P Gauge is.....well, half P Gauge."
"Which is the most popular?"
"P Gauge. Half P Gauge is second most popular and costs pretty much the same. Double P Gauge is for those with deep pockets and plenty of room."
Connor thought about buying a load of things but first it would be prudent to view the property first, and the one in Ponyville. It's no good getting a load of models of there's no room for them.
"Seen anything you like?" asked Spitfire.
"A few things. It's better to wait though and see what the property is like before I buy anything. I'll definitely be back here again though, can't let these fine models go without a good home."
The stallion's eyes lit up with pride. Many ponies including some family and friends said that opening a model shop was a waste of time and that no-pony would be interested in buying models, let alone look at some.
"Thank you sir," he replied gleefully, "Oh I must apologise, I never introduced myself. I'm Golden Galleon, or if you prefer GG or Galleon."
Galleon extended a hoof which Connor respectfully shook, "I'm Connor Wakefield."
"Yes, all of Cloudsdale knows who you and Spitfire are."
Connor had the thought that Galleon could be another sponsor, that candle shop also if they're interested. He made a mental note to arrange a meeting to discuss the matter.
"Yeah it's going to take some getting used to," replied Connor with a smile, "I was never one for the limelight."
"Same here. I much preferred staying inside building models but it was my sister who pretty much dragged me outside and forced me to socialise. I owe her a lot, in fact it was her who gave me the funds I needed to set up shop. I tried getting a bank loan but that's difficult to do when you're sceptical father is the bank manager. I could have gone to another bank but with the connections he has, I would have been wasting my time."
"What does your dad think now?"
Galleon sighed, "Despite running this shop successfully for eighteen years, always having a comfy profit margin and even never having to lay off workers he still thinks I'm wasting my time."
"What about your mother?"
"She seems okay about it now but she's still worried the business will go under."
Connor laughed a little, "Well, if I move into a suitably sized property there'll be less chance of that seeing as I'll be coming here more often."
A beaming smile made its way onto Galleon's face, "And I look forward to receiving your custom. Are there any other models you'd be interested in aside from railways?"
"Yes I think I saw what looked like a steam ship," he said walking over to where he saw it, "Ah yes. This one. It looks like the Olympic class ocean liners that travelled across the North Atlantic Ocean in my world a century ago."
"Ah yes, this is the Sol Class steamship RMS Equestria. She was, at the time the largest passenger ship in the world and by far the fastest with speeds of up to 20 knots. For a vessel with a gross tonnage of 45,000 tonnes that's quite impressive."
Connor looked at the model. It was 1:350 scale, making the model around 2 1/2 feet long, and highly detailed. Though it did need putting together first. Connor looked at the price and saw it was 800 bits.
Sod it, Connor thought, I'll just get it.
"I'll take one."
Galleon was pleased about it if the speed at which he went to retrieve a model from the backroom is anything to go by.
"Here you are sir, is there anything else you'd like?"
"Is there a catalogue for the model trains available?"
"Yes, we have catalogues for each of the gauges and companies that make them and there is also a company that specialises in making track. Would you like one?"
"One of each please."
Galleon got one of each catalogue, seven on total, and placed them on a bag. He went to the till and totted up the sums.
"That'll be 1130 bits please."
Connor handed over several bit notes and received his change. Taking the bag and his model he thanked Galleon and promised to visit again. Galleon showed Connor and Spitfire to the door and thanked them for visiting and said he'd look forward to them visiting again.
"Where to now?" asked Connor as they stepped into the street.
"Let's just have a browse. We've got plenty of time."
Connor and Spitfire did just that. Amongst the stores they visited included a book store, a sweet shop (it turns out Spitfire loves liquorice), a home-ware store and a toy store. They then came across a store that sold soft toys/plushies.
Included in it's range were the Wonderbolts themselves in their flight suits. That was expected, after all Spitfire and Co gave their consent.
What surprised them was the plushie of a winged Connor, complete in his flight suit. It was rather well detailed and high in quality. According to Spitfire the store hoof made every one at a factory then shipped them to the store where customers could stuff the plushies in store.
Connor decided to go inside to enquire about the plushie of himself. As he did so there were a sea of open mouths as the customers and staff saw he and Spitfire enter. The fillies and colts were almost bursting with joy at seeing their Wonderbolt heroes. One of the store workers approached the pair.
"Can I help either of you?" she asked.
"Yes, I was wondering about the plushie you had in the window. The one....of me."
"Ah yes, I can see how you'd be interested in it," the mare replied smiling before looking fearful, "Is there a problem?"
"No no I was just wandering if it was the only one?"
The mare's fearfulness evaporated at Connor's answer, "At the moment yes, we would like to make more but there's all sorts of legal stuff that stop us from doing it. We're pushing it as it is with even the one?"
"Legal stuff like image rights?" asked Connor.
"Yeah and other legal mumbo jumbo that's above my pay grade."
"Well if you want to make more plushies of me go ahead, I don't mind. Considering the popularity I seemed to have acquired it wouldn't surprise me if it sold like hot cakes."
"DID SOMPEONY SAY CAKES?!"
"AGHHHH!"
Connor jumped out of his skin as a familiar looking pink pony bounced into view.
"PINKIE! PLEASE DON'T DO THAT!" Connor yelled clutching his chest.
"Don't be such a scaredypony," she replied as she bounced away, "I'll see you later alligator!"
Pinkie bounced out of the store leaving a store of bewildered ponies, except Connor and Spitfire who had become used to Pinkie be Pinkie.
"Don't let her worry you ponies, she's just being her usual random self."
The ponies in the store just nodded and went back to their shopping. Connor turned his attention back to the sales assistant, "Where were we?"
"You were just giving your consent to allow us to make plushies of yourself."
"Yes, well I have no objections but we'll probably have to arrange a meeting to make a formal agreement."
"Sure thing, I'll let my manager know, she should be back in tomorrow."
"Thanks, I'll look forward to it."
Connor and Spitfire left the store and checked the time. They had about fifteen minutes left so they started to make their way over to the Tea Room to meet up with the rest of the gang. As they did Spitfire mentioned there are also action figures with their likeness, and the company that make them will no doubt want to make action figures of Connor.
There were also cakes with the Wonderbolts' likeness, stationary, school bags, posters, books and so on. It was similar to the merchandise of a football club.
Spitfire and Connor arrived at the tea room and went inside, the rest of the gang were already there and had sat themselves in one of the corners and put two tables together.
The pair waved to their friends and walked over, a pair of seats on the bench had been saved for them.
"How are you guys?" asked Rainbow.
"We're fine thanks Dash. How about you lot?"
They each sounded off as OK. From the number of bags with them it was clear that some of them had been doing their own shopping. After ordering drinks and food, a pot of tea and tune sandwich for Connor, they each told the others what they had bought. Fluttershy bought some things for her animals, Spike had bought some comics, Fire Streak and Lightning Streak had bought a bottles of whiskey each, Misty Fly and Rarity bought some mane products and Twilight unsurprisingly bought some books. Large, heavy books filled with the wordiest words wordily available.
I wonder what Twilight would make of Aristotle or Plato Connor thought.
Their food and drinks arrived much to the delight of Connor, Spike, Soarin and Dash how each wasted no time in devouring their respective food, garnering a mix of rolled eyes and amused looks from the others.
"Who coming with me to Cara's?" asked Connor.
"I'll definitely be there," replied Spitfire.
"Us too," replied Applejack referring to the Elements of Harmony.
"We'll go," replied Soarin, "And try some of your sisters fudge"
"I'm sure she'll appreciate it," replied Connor as ate more of his Tuna sandwich, "I'll be off out with her and Vulcan later on for a meal, Spitfire's coming also."
"Where're you going?" asked Rainbow.
"It's a fish restaurant somewhere in Cloudsdale....Catch of the Day I think the place is called."
There were a few wide eyes as Connor mentioned to place.
"Catch of the Day," repeated Rainbow, "That's one of the best fish restaurants in Cloudsdale, maybe even Equestria. I'd recommend the outdoor viewing area. You get fantastic views of Equestria and in the evening when the sun is setting and there's a cool summer breeze, a nice cool beer and the best fish money can buy; it can be a really nice evening out."
Everyone just looked at Rainbow. Her opinion was devoid of her usual brashness and came as a pleasant surprise to everyone.
"Dashie you make it sound so romantic," Said Rarity.
"Well my dad took me there many times when I was a filly, we still go occasionally."
"What's your dad's name?" asked Connor.
"Rainbow Blitz."
"Did he have a rainbow mane and tail by any chance?"
"He did, how ever did you know that?" Rainbow asked in pretend shock.
"Just a hunch."
Connor finished his tuna sandwich but was still hungry and ordered two toasted teacakes much to the amusement of Rainbow and the guys. The girls were all bewildered as to how Connor could eat so much but he pointed out he was twice their size so he would need more.
Besides, toasted teacakes were really nice. Warm, buttery toasted tea cakes.
Connor devoured the teacakes in little time followed by his pot of tea. Sat with an arm around Spitfire he was waiting for the gang to finish so that they could visit Cara. And get some fudge. Lots of fudge.
Cara would have a good business day today if she hadn't had one already. Connor couldn't help but feel that her business would boom now she was officially in a partnership with the Wonderbolts, and the sister of the colt friend of the Captain. Not that she would need it, she was perfectly capable of attaining such heights without affiliation with the Wonderbolts. Her fudge was just too good to go unnoticed.
The rest of the group had finished their drinks and made their way over to Cara's fudge shop, about a ten minute walk from the tea room. The group again unsurprisingly attracted the attention of Cloudsdale residents and tourists, a few of them asked for photos and autographs again much to the delight of Rainbow Dash.
Before long they were outside Cara's fudge shop and noticed a few changes. One was the posters in the windows stating her official affiliation with the Wonderbolts. The other noticeable difference was the store was now even bigger. It appeared that the store to the right had been incorporated into the fudge shop. Connor made a mental note to ask Cara.
Connor, being the big little brother of Cara was the first to walk in.
*BING-BONG*
Connor suddenly got an idea into his head.
No Connor, don't do it!
Connor stepped backwards.
*BING-BONG*
He stepped forward.
*BING-BONG*
He turned around, crouched down and rapidly waved his hand through the sensor.
*BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG*
Out of nowhere he got hit over the head with a broom stick.
"Stop bing-bonging my bing-bong! Every bing-bong costs you two bits!"
Connor turned around to see an unamused Cara.
"Hi Cara, my little big sis, how are you?"
Cara's eyes narrowed, "I'm having a problem with an annoying two legged creature."
"Spike, what have you done to annoy Cara?" he asked him.
Spike looked confused, "What the hay did I do?"
"I was referring to you, little brother."
"Oh," he replied trying not to laugh, "Sorry sis, couldn't resist. It wasn't there before."
"It was there it just wasn't working. I kinda wish it was still broke now."
"Spoilsport," he responded.
Cara just stuck her tongue out.
"Anyway, we looking for some fudge. You wouldn't happen to know anypony who sells it would you?" asked Connor.
"I may know somepony, why don't you have a look around while I find out?"
"Sure," he replied before turning around to the group, "Have a look round guys."
The group made their way inside.
*BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG*
*BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG*
*BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG*
*BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG*
Cara's eye twitched.
Connor looked around the store and the differences were impossible not to see. According to Cara the owner of the store next door sold all of their wares and took early retirement. Deciding to take a risk in the hope that her official partnership with the Wonderbolts would take off, she bought the building next door to expand her business. She hoped to open a cafe upstairs with the extra space and expand her product range. Before she only had the room to display a small amount of pre-packed fudge, but now she could stack several shelves of it and even new products. Connor suggested gift boxes containing drinking fudge, appropriately coloured and flavoured marshmallows and porcelain mugs complete as a gift box; or sold separately. He also suggested fudge selection boxes and a pick and mix where customers could fill a tub with pre-cut pieces of fudge of their choice, with the price depending on the size of the boxes/tubs.
Cara liked Connor's ideas and asked him where he got them from. He simply said they were things from his world. He did like the idea of a cafe and asked how long it would take before she could bring the plan to fruition. Cara couldn't give an exact estimate but it wouldn't be in the near future, for now she wanted to focus on her new expansion before going any further.
Cara let Connor have a look around the store so he could fill his basket. Which he did, he filled his basket with many different types of fudge including: mint/chocolate, orange/chocolate, cream/chocolate, blueberry, vanilla, clotted cream, chocolate/banana, cappuccino, caramel, white chocolate and peanut butter.
As he was looking around he noticed some fudge shaped in the form of the Wonderbolt's logo. Intrigued he called Cara over.
"You called baby brother," she said smiling.
"What's this?" he asked pointing to the display.
"That baby brother, is fudge."
Connor raised his eyebrows.
Cara giggled, "Sorry baby brother, couldn't resist. This is my new Wonderbolt inspired fudge. It is blueberry and banana flavoured shaped to match the Wonderbolt emblem. Some others are shaped as a lightning bolt which is available in many different flavours, the same goes for cloud shaped fudge. I was thinking of doing some fudge shaped as silhouettes of the Wonderbolts heads, yours included if that's OK?"
"I like the sound of that. I don't mind but you'd have to ask the others for their opinion. What flavours would they be in?"
"Probably one that matched their fur colour. Misty Fly would probably be clotted cream, Soarin could be Blueberry, you could be.....vanilla?"
"Sounds fine to me."
"I would make them available in other flavours of course," Cara looked over to the till and noticed the others in the group waiting to pay, "If you'll excuse me, you're friends are waiting. Are you paying now as well?"
"Yeah I should have enough here to last until next time."
Cara rolled her eyes at Connor's joke.
The siblings walked over to the tills and Connor went to the back of the queue. Eventually it was his turn to be served and he placed all the fudge on the counter. Cara punched in keys on the till and told Connor the amount.
"That'll be 200 bits please."
"Eh? I thought it was more than that?"
"It includes a 20% Wonderbolts' discount."
"Oh, well thanks."
"Wonderbolts, military, nurses, doctors, veteran discounts I don't mind. The members of those respective services chose to go into those professions and in some cases give so much so I feel a little discount is my way of giving them something back. Family discount is something I personally don't like. I just feel that getting a discount just because you're related to the owners is a little unfair to those that aren't."
"Has Vulcan tried to get a family discount?"
"He's jokingly tried a few times but in reality he respects my stance on the matter."
"Like me?"
Cara nodded, "Yes, like you. Anyway, I'd better let you get off. You'll want to get ready for later no doubt?"
"Well I'll only need to drop my things off, I'll stay in my flight suit."
"I thought you would," Cara chuckled, "You seem to like wearing it."
"Well I do look awesome in one."
Cara rolled her eyes, "You're beginning to sound like Rainbow Dash."
Almost on cue, she appeared, "Did somepony say my name?"
"Just me and Cara talking about how awesome we are."
"We certainly are awesome! Put one there buddy!"
Rainbow and Connor hoof/fist bumped, Cara rolled her eyes again.
Connor took the bag that contained his fudge and turned back to face Cara who was giving the counter a clean.
"I'll see you later Cara."
"See you later baby brother," she replied.
Connor walked out of the door.
*BING-BONG*
Connor smirked. He quickly turned around and waved his hand over the sensor.
*BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG*
Connor narrowly moved his head out of the way in time to avoid getting hit with a broomstick. He ran away down the street laughing cheekily.
Cara shook her head and sighed, "Make sure he behaves himself."
"He will do, I'll make sure," Spitfire replied, trying not to laugh, "Well, we better catch up to him, see you later Cara. Come on guys!"
All remaining ponies and one drake exited the store in rapid succession.
*BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG*
*BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG*
*BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG*
*BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG* *BING-BONG*
This time, both of her eyes twitched.
Connor and his motley group walked through the street of Cloudsdale again. Spitfire and Connor had an appointment to see a property so Twilight offered to look after Connor's shopping and keep it safe in the library. Connor and Spitfire left the group and headed for the property in question. It was a route that required flying. Whilst Connor could fly he was still a little apprehensive about flying thousands of feet in the air.
"OK OK, I can do this," he said quietly to himself.
"Connor, you OK?"
"Yeah yeah, just composing myself for actually flying."
Seeing Connor clearly nervous, Spitfire gently raised a hoof to his cheek and looked him in the eyes, "Connor, you'll be fine. If anything does go wrong then remember that I'm here, OK?"
Connor nodded and took her hoof in his hands, "Yeah, thanks Milkshake."
"You're welcome Sleepyhead."
The duo hugged each other and stood at the edge of the cloud. Connor steadied his breath and started to flap his wings. He slowly took off and was now hovering a few feet above the clouds, Spitfire joined him immediately.
"You're doing great Connor, keep it up," she said encouragingly.
Connor tilted his wings and body accordingly to move forwards. It was slow at first but he quickly gained momentum and was now flying at a steady pace, Spitfire kept up easily and continued to give encouragement.
"Great flying Connor, keep doing what you're doing."
"Thanks Spits."
In a few minutes they arrived at the property in question and saw the Estate Agent already outside. Connor and Spitfire landed gently on the cloud pavement and walked over to the Agent.
"Group Captain Spitfire, Mr Wakefield I'm glad you could make it, I'm Sky Drive. Shall we get straight to business?"
"Please," replied Spitfire.
Connor and Spitfire followed Sky Drive into the property up the front garden path. It had lush green lawns, blooming flowers in all colours of the rainbow and was very neat and tidy.
So far, so good, thought Connor.
They went inside into the large front hallway which itself lead off to several other rooms. The first room he took them to was the living room. It was very spacious with high ceilings, no doubt to give Pegasi room to fly, with marble arch windows. There were marble arch doorways throughout it seems. There was marble flooring and a stone staircase that lead upwards to the next floor.
Before they went upstairs, Sky Drive showed them the kitchen. The kitchen was fairly big with a two ovens, five zone hob, grill, integrated fridge and freezer and integrated dishwasher. There was also an adjoining dining room big enough for a table and ten chairs. The kitchen had the same marble flooring as the living room.
The other downstairs rooms included a back garden, another reception room and a utility room. Upstairs there were three spacious bedrooms with the master bedroom having a balcony overlooking the back garden and giving fantastic views of Cloudsdale and Equestria.
Upstairs too had marble flooring and arched doorways and windows. Connor felt the house had an Ancient Greek feel to it just like the rest of Cloudsdale.
The property had been well maintained, had excellent amenities and was a twenty minute flight from the Wonderbolts HQ. The area was relatively quiet and the neighbours were friendly and the house was fairly priced at 1.5 million bits, around £150,000. In England depending on where you lived, a three bedroom detached property with excellent amenities like would cost a lot more than £150,000.
Sky Drive gave his details to Connor and Spitfire and asked them to contact him when they decided whether or not to make an offer. At the time of viewing no offer had yet been made. The current owner was apparently a unicorn property developer in Manehatten who was selling a few of his properties to prepare for his retirement.
It was now around three in the afternoon and there were several hours yet until he Connor was due to meet Vulcan. To pass the time Spitfire invited Connor to Wonderbolts HQ and give him a quick tour, he would be visiting regularly anyway so it made sense to use he time while they had it.
The pair flew off for Wonderbolts HQ which took around thirty minutes. Spitfire could do it in half the time, quicker even if she was in a rush, but considering Connor was new to having wings he was doing well.
The tour went well. There were a few cadets and Wonderbolts around training and exercising. Spitfire informed them she was giving Connor a tour of HQ and that she would be leaving again afterwards.
Connor was impressed with the academy. They had extensive facilities at their disposal including specialised training courses to which the cadets and Wonderbolts alike would hone their skills to be the best flier possible. He made a point to test the courses himself to vastly improve his own flying and fitness. He didn't expect to have anywhere near the skill of Spitfire or the Wonderbolts but, if he could pull of a few stunts he would be pleased as it would show are marked increase in his flying ability.
APPROX 5.30 PM, CARA'S FUDGE SHOP
Cara was locking up her fudge shop after an excellent days business. If she had more days like this she would be able to open her fudge shop cafe in no time. She locked the door and bang on time Connor and Spitfire flew down and landed on the ground.
"Hi Spitfire, hi Connor."
"Hi Cara."
"So, shall we get going? No need to wait around, we can talk on the way."
The trio took off into the air with the Connor flying just above and behind, following the mares as they flew to Catch of the Day.
"Is Vulcan meeting us there?" asked Connor.
"Yeah, he went ahead to get us a table in the Observation Area."
"Can't wait to see it," replied Connor.
As he flew, he could feel that cool summer breeze Rainbow Dash mentioned, it gently blew against him keeping him cool yet somehow it wasn't affecting his flight stability. He could hear the girls talking about girl stuff, of which none interested him in the slightest, as he saw what he thought the be Catch of the Day in the distance.
Connor saw the girls move to flank him, "Hey girls, what's up?"
"Nothing," replied Spitfire, "We just wanted to see if you're OK, you we're looking a little lonely flying on your own."
"I'm fine, I just heard you talking about girl stuff so I thought it'd be better if I stayed out of it."
"You could still have joined in," Cara replied, "We wouldn't have minded."
"I could have but I know more about Quantum Thermodynamics than I do about make-up tips."
Cara and Spitfire looked at Connor with blank expressions.
"Quantum what now?" asked Cara.
Connor sighed, "Never mind, I'll tell you some other time. It's quite complicated."
"If you say so."
The trio continued on for another few minutes talking about the day they had. They continued talking until they reached the restaurant and touched down onto the ground. As soon as they did a lot of eyes where on them, or more specifically Connor and Spitfire. Their bright flight suits always cause eyes to turn when wearing them in a public place. The trio walked into a restaurant and were approached by the door pony.
"Ah yes, you must be Group Captain Vulcan's guests, if you'd follow me please."
Connor was going to question how he knew who they were but it occurred to him that there can't be many creatures with two legs and a pair of wings about. That and Spitfire is rather well known in Cloudsdale and beyond.
The trio followed the waiter to the Observation Area and soon caught sight of Vulcan. He was sat at a four seater table outside near the edge pf the cloud they were on. They had a clear and unobstructed view of Equestria and Canterhorn Mountain, on which they could see Canterlot.
"Cara, Spitfire, Connor it's great to see you," Vulcan said as he got up from the table to greet the trio.
"The trio replied with greetings of their own and sat down with Vulcan. Spitfire and Connor sat together opposite Vulcan and Cara. They ordered some drinks, Cara and Spitfire got some wine while Connor and Vulcan got some smooth bitter.
"So, how are you all?" asked Vulcan.
"Great, Connor and Spitfire came by my shop earlier. Connor bought lots of fudge."
Connor shrugged, "What can I say, it's good fudge. I liked the door chime as well."
Vulcan tried but failed to not laugh, "Did you give it a test run?"
"Yep. I take it you know of the door chime."
Vulcan nodded, "I gave it a test myself, enjoyed myself thoroughly doing it as well."
"So did I, until I got smacked with a broomstick."
"You got it also, that broomstick will rue the day it met me."
"Hear hear," replied Connor.
"Don't speak of my broomstick in such a manner," Cara said sipping some wine, "You both got what was coming to you."
Just then a waiter brought some menu's for the four of them. Connor looked through his and saw there was a fairly good choice if fish dishes available. Also available was roast chicken. Connor made a mental note about the roast chicken. The restaurant in fact reminded him of a fish restaurant in Whitby, not too far from the seafront.
Whitby, thought Connor, they make the best fish and chips in the entire world.
"Seen anything you like?" asked Cara.
"The smoked haddock sounds nice. I might have that."
"I'll have the cod," added Cara.
"Same here," added Spitfire.
"Dad, what about you?" asked Cara.
"I'll have theeeee......roast chicken."
Neither Cara nor Spitfire winced at his choice. Unlike Earth ponies and unicorns, Pegasi were perfectly fine eating meat. Right on cue the waiter from before reappeared.
"Are you ready to order?"
"Yes," replied Vulcan, "We'll have two cod, the smoked haddock and the roast chicken."
"Thank you, your order will be with you shortly," he replied as he jotted the order down on his notepad.
"How did the property viewing go?" asked Cara.
"It went great. I liked the place and I think Spits did as well."
"Sure did, we'll have to have a serious talk later over weather or not to put in an offer."
"Sure thing. I'm heading back to the castle tonight, where will you be going?"
"I'll join you back at the castle. Are you headed back to Ponyville tomorrow?"
"Yeah, it'll be nice to go back. I haven't been since before.....well, that happened."
"Well that's all over now and you're better again," Cara said reassuringly, "Besides, it's all worked out for the best hasn't it?"
"I suppose so," Connor mused.
Connor and Spitfire talked a little more about the property they viewed, explaining to Cara and Vulcan what the property was like. They suggested to go for it as it was an excellent deal but conceded it was up to Connor and Spitfire to decide. Cara also seemed to be delighted when Connor told her about the plushie of him. She said she may consider commissioning a life size plushie of him, just 'for amusement'.
It wasn't too long before their meals arrived. They were all generously sized and each came with chips and salad garnish. The chips were perfect, crisp and golden just as they should be. The haddock was cooked to perfection also. The seasoning was just right and complemented the haddock rather than overwhelm it.
The others enjoyed their meals also. Vulcans' roast chicken looked absolutely brilliant. Roast chicken was one of Connor's favourite foods and decided to definitely get that the next time he was here.
The meal continued on good spirits and as they ate it slowly became darker until the restaurant owners switched the outside lights on. They weren't bright lights but had more of a soft glow giving a cosy atmosphere inside and outside the restaurant.
The group had finished their meals and deciding not to end the night early, decided to get desserts. Cara got herself a Banana Split, Connor got some mint choc chip ice cream with chocolate sauce, Spitfire got a Knickerbocker Glory and Vulcan got a Rocky Road.
"So Connor, have you got any further with any more sponsors?" asked Vulcan.
"Not quite, I'm going to try and make some arrangements to get sort some sponsors out. Speaking of which I've been invited, Cara and Spits also, too Duke Fancy Pants house to discuss sponsorship possibilities. He has many contacts and a good word from him may be hugely beneficial for all involved."
"Let's hope it goes well. Duke Fancy Pants is hugely influential and has a lot of allies amongst the nobility. He may even be able to sway a few reluctant nobles your way."
"I'll bear that in mind but I don't want to come across as though I'm using him for personal gain."
"Don't be daft Connor, you're not the type to do that sort of thing."
"He's right Connor," added Spitfire, "Granted we've only known you a short amount of time but at no point have you shown yourself to use others for your own gain. Fancy Pants knows that otherwise he wouldn't have approached you."
"I suppose so."
Moments later the waiter brought the desserts and set them down on the table. They looked as satisfying as they sounded.
Again, all four enjoyed the desserts.
But, all good things must come to an end. It was starting to get darker and a look at the clock showed it to be about 8 PM. The group decided to head home for the night. After paying, which Vulcan paid for, Cara and Vulcan bade goodbye to Connor and Spitfire and went to their respective homes. After a goodbye hug from Cara of course.
Connor and Spitfire decided to catch a taxi to take them back to Canterlot Castle. After waiting about twenty minutes for a taxi they hopped on board and warmed themselves up with the complementary blanket. They didn't say much for the journey back, they simply enjoyed each others company.
The journey took about half an hour and like when he flied before, he could feel the cool breeze against his face. Despite the cool breeze the blanket kept him and Spitfire warm, and being cuddled together only made things warmer.
The taxi touched down at a Pegasi Taxi port in Canterlot, about a fifteen minute walk from the castle. After paying the taxi driver and giving him a generous tip they made their way to the castle. Hopefully Celestia would still be up and about, if not Luna would most definitely be up.
After a slow, pleasant walk to the castle via the park they finally reached the castle gates.
The on duty Solar Guards, recognising Connor and Spitfire, opened the massive doors and allowed them to enter, "If you wish to meet Princess Celestia she was last in the Throne Room holding court."
"Thanks guys."
Connor and Spitfire walked inside the castle and the doors behind them closed, keeping out the chilly night air. They immediately made their way to the Throne Room to see Celestia. As they approached the Throne Room door, the on duty guards spoke up.
"Princess Celestia is currently seeing a petitioner, please wait here."
"Sure," replied Connor.
Connor turned around to see Spitfire had plonked herself down on a nearby bench just outside the Throne Room. he walked over a sat down beside her, wrapping an arm around her.
"You OK Milkshake?"
"I'm feel great," she replied a little sleepily, "I had a great time tonight."
She leant against his shoulder and the two sat in silence as they waited for Celestia to see them. Fortunately they weren't waiting long and after about two or three minutes the Throne Room doors opened. A pony Connor didn't recognise walked out looking deeply upset, even a comforting hug and nuzzle from Celestia didn't seem to lift his spirits.
The pony walked slowly away, past Connor and Spitfire, with his tail drooping between his legs.
Connor watched as he trudged slowly away. He wondered what was wrong but came to the view that it would be a confidential matter between the pony and Celestia.
"Connor?"
Connor turned around to notice Celestia standing just a couple of feet away.
"Hi Celestia, didn't see you there. You OK?"
Celestia chuckled a little, "I'm fine thank you. How are you?"
"I feel great. Had a great day out finished off with a nice meal at Catch of the Day in Cloudsdale with Vulcan, Cara and Spitfire."
"I've heard of that place, a fish restaurant if I'm not mistaken."
"Yeah, and a really good one as well."
Celestia smiled, she was pleased to hear Connor was settling in nicely to Equestrian society and enjoying himself, "I'm pleased to hear that. What is it that brings you here though?"
"I was wandering if I could stop the night again and go back to Ponyville tomorrow?"
"Of course you can, Connor you'll always be welcome here. Don't ever forget that."
"Thanks Celestia. Would you be able to send a letter to Twilight if I write it, let her know what I've just told you?"
"Certainly, but I can write the letter if you wish. You're marefriend looks like she needs to be in bed."
Connor looked to Spitfire and saw her fast asleep, curled up into a ball.
"I can carry her upstairs, taking her flight suit off though might be difficult. She might have to sleep in it."
"That's no problem Connor, remember I can remove her flight suit."
"How?"
Celestia looked at Connor like he'd gone daft and simply pointed a hoof at her horn.
"Oh," Connor replied feeling a little stupid.
Celestia giggled a little, "Don't worry Connor, I won't tell anyone you forgot I can do magic."
With a flash of her horn she removed Spitfire's flight suit leaving her fur exposed. He could feel her steady breathing as she slept and very carefully wrapped his arms under her barrel and lifted her up. She wasn't as heavy as he thought she would be. He thought ponies were heavier but considering Pegasi fly being heavy would be detrimental to that ability.
He carefully lifted her so that her head rested over one of his shoulders and her plot resting in one one of his arms. His other arm he placed on her back to stop her falling backwards out of his grip. Her tail hanged loosely with the tip touching the ground.
"Thanks Celestia, I'll take her up now and get her in bed. I'll join her after I get a bath, where did you teleport her flight suit to anyway?"
"It will be in your bedroom, would you like a pot of tea sending up in about half an hour?"
"Yes please."
"Very well, if I don't see you again tonight then......goodnight Connor."
"Goodnight Celestia."
Connor walked away carrying Spitfire in his arms. Celestia stifled a small giggle at such a sweet sight of chivalry. Celestia watched as Connor went up the grand staircase towards his castle bedroom. She continued to watch until he was out of sight before she headed off to the kitchens to get herself some cake.
In Connor's castle bedroom, Connor laid the sleeping Spitfire on the bed and draped the quilt over her before gently kissing her on the forehead. He switched on the bedside lamps and walked over to the bathroom, catching a glimpse of Spitfire's flight suit on a chair on the way, and went inside. He decided to have a shower instead of a bath, it's quicker and he's tired so he wanted to get getting cleaned over and done with. He removed his flight suit and stepped into the shower, turning the knobs to become drenched in warm water. He cleaned his wings the best he could, it was definitely easier with another person....or pony to clean them but he managed nonetheless. After washing his hair also he got out of the shower and dried himself off, putting on his Rarity-made pyjamas again.
He went back into the bedroom and got into bed himself, laying back into the unbelievably comfy mattress and draping himself with the equally soft quilt. The warmth of the bed a stark contrast to the rain lashing against the windows. He laid in silence for several minutes before a small knock at the door was heard. The door opened and in came Celestia with the pot of tea for Connor. She laid it on the bedside table next to Connor and quietly wished him goodnight once more, a gesture Connor returned.
After Celestia left the room and closed the door, Connor poured himself a cup of tea and added milk and sugar to just how he likes it. Reasonably strong with one teaspoon of sugar.
He quietly drank his tea, being careful not to wake Spitfire, going over the events of the day. The teasing of Cara with her door chime, viewing that property with Spitfire, the meal out just now. He really enjoyed himself today, especially the times he was alone with Spitfire. Just being with her makes him feel complete. He was truly glad he met Spitfire, maybe not in the manner he was introduced to her, but he felt that if he didn't meet her then his being in Equestria would have been much more difficult.
She filled a hole he didn't realise he had.
He couldn't imagine being without her.
Looking to his marefriend, who was still asleep, he leaned towards her and kissed her forehead again.
"I love you Milkshake," he whispered.
Small tears fell from her eyes as she slowly opened them slightly.
"I love you too Sleepyhead," she replied as she kissed his cheek. |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 23 - Meeting The Parents | It was around 8 AM in the morning and the sun was shining through the kitchen window, gently lighting the room. Spitfire was busy cooking breakfast whilst Connor was reading the paper. As he was waiting, there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it," he told Spitfire.
"Okay."
Connor made his way to the front door and opened the it to find a messenger pony. A familiar one as well.
"Hi Derpy, what brings you here?" he asked with a smile.
"Hi Connor, I've got a special delivery for you today. One of them has the Royal Seal."
"The Royal Seal? Don't they usually contain a summons to appear before the Princesses?" he asked as he looked at the cream coloured envelope, sealed with red wax and stamped with the symbol of the crown.
"Sometimes, why? You've not been eating Princess Celestia's cakes again have you?" she asked smirking.
Connor rolled his eyes, "You eat her cakes one time and you're never allowed to forget it."
Derpy giggled, "Don't worry Connor, I was only teasing. I'll need you to sign for the letter though, given what kind it is."
Derpy handed Connor the letters before filling out a form sheet specifically for letters bearing the Royal Seal. Each letter had a serial number and a designated courier and the letter had to be delivered to the addressee only. The addressee then had to sign to confirm they received the letter and the courier had to sign to say they delivered it. A designated courier would be assigned so that if the letter went missing or was failed to be delivered then there would always be a starting point for an investigation. Theft of letters bearing the Royal Seal is a serious crime, more serious than theft of 'standard' mail. As the Equestrian Postal Service operates under a Royal Warrant, couriers are considered to be servants of the Crown and actions committed by others that impede the delivery of mail is dealt with severely.
"Was there any other mail?" Connor asked as he signed the form.
Derpy shook her head, "No just these two letters. Anyway, I must be going. Lots of deliveries to make, bye Connor."
"Bye Derpy."
Derpy flew away as Connor went back inside, closing the door behind him. He walked back into the kitchen looking at the letters as he did so. The non-Royal Sealed letter was also fancy looking. The non-Royal Seal Letter was addressed to him and Spitfire. Tearing it open as he sat down he began to read.
It was a letter from Fancy Pants. Apparently he was having a Garden Party soon and Connor and Spitfire were invited.
"Anything interesting?"
Connor looked up to see Spitfire place a plate of bacon, sausages, baked beans, fried eggs and fried bread on the table in front of him, along with his usual cup of tea.
"We've been invited to a Garden Party by Fancy Pants. It's in a few days time at his mansion in Canterlot. We'll have to make sure we're dressed in our best then."
"We'll just go in our flight suits, we go to other special occasions in them," she said as she poured herself and Connor some coffee, "Besides, we'd be expected to wear them anyway."
"Will other 'Bolts be there?" asked Connor.
"Maybe, we'll have to ask them. And while we're talking about special occasions you haven't forgotten about later on have you?"
"No, I haven''t forgotten," he replied as shovelled bacon into his mouth, "Doesn't mean I'm not nervous about it."
Spitfire looked at Connor and could clearly see he was feeling tense. Later on they'd be 'Meeting The Parents', and Connor was a nervous wreck over it. He kept assuming the worst case scenario in every situation just like in the film.
"What should I wear?" he asked, wondering what kind if attire would be most appropriate.
Spitfire rubbed her chin with her hoof, deep in thought, "Why not wear that new shirt Rarity made, you know the dark red one."
"Suppose I could, along with trousers and shoes. It's no good turning up like an unmade bed."
Spitfire laughed, "No it wouldn't, my family wouldn't think much of you if you didn't take care of your personal appearance."
"What time are we going again?"
"We're going for around 4pm and we'll be staying the night. Oh and don't worry about tea, I've told my mother you can't eat hay or flowers. Or apples."
"Thanks. Any idea what we are having tonight?"
"Roast beef, roast potatoes and vegetables. And gravy if you want it."
"Sounds mouth wateringly fantastic, what about Yorkshire puddings?"
Spitfire blinked in confusion, "What's a Yorkshire pudding?"
A small part of Connor died. He went numb as the very question sank in.
"What's a Yorkshire Pudding?" he repeated in disbelief.
Spitfire nodded meekly, confirming the question she asked.
Connor simply looked a Spitfire before placing a hand in her shoulder, "Oh my dear Spitfire. How have I failed you so?"
He sighed before resting his head in his hands. Spitfire looked at him in bewilderment, completely at a loss as to what he was going on about. Spitfire needed answers before her brain became more of a mess.
"What are you talking about, would you mind explaining a few things?"
Connor looked up, "Don't worry Spits, I'm not really mad. Yorkshire pudding is food made from batter consisting of eggs, flour, and milk or water. It's usually served with roast beef as part of the traditional Sunday Roast."
"What does a Sunday Roast include?"
"It's what we're having tonight."
Spitfire let out a small laugh, "You'll be looking forward to it then?"
"Yep. I'll tell your mum how to make them properly if you like?"
"Sure, I take it when you say 'make them properly' that there is a way not to make them?"
"Oh yes, there are good Yorkshires and there are bad ones and I'll make sure your mum makes good ones."
"I'm sure you will. What was that other letter about, I saw it had a Royal Seal."
"I don't know," Connor replied picking the letter up, "I've not opened it yet."
"I wouldn't put it off too long, it could be important."
Connor nodded in acknowledgement, "I'll open it once I've had my breakfast."
Fifteen minutes later Connor had finished his breakfast and was now sat on the sofa in the living room, Spitfire joined him to see what the letter was about. Connor carefully broke the seal and opened the envelope. Inside was a letter and a golden ticket.
My little human
Dear Connor
I heard you and Spitfire have successfully moved into your new home in Cloudsdale and are settling in nicely. I am writing this letter as I wish to invite you to the upcoming Grand Galloping Gala. Whilst the Wonderbolts attend as the norm, I wish to invite you as a personal friend (though you can still wear your Wonderbolt flight suit if you wish, I know how much you like to show off in it wear it). I have enclosed a ticket for you and the castle guards are aware you will be my personal guest and will treat you accordingly. I do hope you attend as I have a few more surprises for you.
Your friend
Celestia
"So you like showing off in your flight suit huh?" Spitfire asked gently elbowing him in his sides, "Is that why you wear one often?"
"I don't have to answer that," he replied neither confirming or denying the question.
"I know you can't get enough of seeing me in mine," she said as she stood up and slowly walked across Connor's lap, "You know how the tight fit shows of my body you like so much, how sexy you know it makes me look."
"Stop getting me hot and bothered or my wings will go stiff again!"
"So."
She could see him consciously trying not go stiff winged as she turned around.
Play with him a little more, he's nearly lost it.
Spitfire sat on his lap directly facing him, her muzzle almost touching his nose.
"You'll go stiff winged again will you?"
"Yes," he replied trying to remain calm.
She started to caress his cheeks with her hoof and brush her tail against his legs. She then put her forelegs around his neck and kissed him on the cheek, deliberately making sure her soft fur brushed his bare chest.
She then booped his nose.
*POOMF*
Spitfire smirked.
Connor and Spitfire were walking into Cloudsdale town centre to do a little shopping before going to Spitfire's parents house later. Spitfire was still snickering about earlier. One thing she loved doing with Connor is getting him hot and bothered to see how long it takes before his wings stiffen. He'd gotten better at controlling it but Spitfire just seemed to know what to do to make them spring to life.
"Come on Spits it's not that funny."
"It is when you try to forcibly fold them again. And when you have to walk through doors sideways."
"Yeah yeah, I'll find a way to get back at you, mark my words."
"Of course you will......Stiff Wings."
Connor scowled at that name. It was given to him by the other Wonderbolts when his wings became ironing boards mid-flight, ultimately causing Connor to crash into a tree. Much to the amusement of the Wonderbolt's. He didn't mind the nick name, he's been called far worse in the past.
"Oh I most certainly will......Sugar Sprinkles."
Spitfire returned a scowl. On her first day she had the misfortune of falling into a vat of sugar. How she managed it is anyone's guess. After flying out she was in such a rush to get back to HQ to avoid being late she didn't check to make sure no sugar was still on her. As she flew over HQ, the other 'Bolts noticed bits of sugar falling from Spitfire. The flapping of her wings caused her to 'sprinkle sugar' on her squad mates.
Spitfire turned to look at Connor who himself was grinning mischievously, "Watch yourself Stiff Wings, you're on thin ice."
"No I'm not, I'm on a cloud," he replied with a cheeky grin.
Spitfire, unamused, pushed him off the cloud.
A couple of hours later the duo were outside Cara's Fudge Shop and Cafe. They went in and straight away Connor noticed something different. He looked back to the door, looked down and noticed something missing.
"I removed the bing-bong."
Connor turned around to the source of the voice and smiled, "Cara, it's good to see you again."
Connor went over to Cara and wrapped her in a hug which she returned.
"Likewise little brother, hi Spitfire."
"Hi Cara."
Connor and Cara let go of each other and Connor's expression turned serious, "Why is the bing-bong gone?"
Cara narrowed her eyes and looked intently at Connor, "Because an annoying two legged creature kept abusing its existence."
"I told Spike not to mess with it," Connor said trying to defend himself.
"Stop pretending Spike is to blame, or do I have to get my broomstick out again."
Connor felt a chill go up his spine. He hated that broomstick and made a mental note to later formulate a plan to expedite its departure from the world.
"No no, I'll be good."
Cara immediately put on a bubbly smile, "Excellent. Now, how can I help you today?"
"Table for two please."
"Right this way."
Connor and Spitfire followed Cara to a table next to the window where they ordered two Espresso's and Chocolate Fudge Cake. She managed to find a company who were able to renovate the previously mostly empty space into a cafe. She used some of her personal savings to fund the renovation. She had already taken out a loan to buy the building from the previous owner, and didn't want to take out another loan if it could be helped.
There were a few other ponies in the cafe, including a few colts and fillies. Almost immediately they made their way over to the dating duo and asked for their autographs. Connor and Spitfire happily obliged.
After they fillies and colts had their autographs Cara arrived with the orders.
"So, what are you two little love birds doing today?" she asked as she placed the drinks down on the table.
"I'm meeting the parents," Connor said glumly, sighing, "I'd rather be in the tending loving care of the matron again. It's less intimidating."
"You'll be fine Connor," Spitfire said taking a sip of coffee, "You've no reason to be worried."
"Spitfire's right," Cara replied as she handed Connor his coffee, "Just be yourself and you'll give a good impression."
"Are we stopping the night there?"
"Only if we're invited," Spitfire replied.
"Will we be sleeping together if we do stay?"
"I can't see why'd they'd disallow it, but if they do just go with it."
"Sure, it's their house after all."
Cara placed the rest if the order down, "OK, I'll leave you two lovey-dovey's in peace. Do get something from the shop before you go, you wouldn't want to turn up tonight empty hoofed, or empty handed in Connor's case."
Connor walked up the garden path towards the front door. He may as well have been walking the green mile to the electric chair. The front door of Spitfire's parents house got closer and closer with each step with dread building up in Connor every second.
"This is going to go bad I know it."
"It won't be bad so stop moping or I'll refuse to let you cuddle me for a whole month."
Connor didn't like the sound of that at all.
"Alright," he said sighing, "I'll be good."
"Good to hear," she said as she rang the doorbell.
The duo could hear the clopping of hooves approach. The door slowly opened and Connor saw a mare that looked like and older version of Spitfire. She had the same fur and mane colour and was wearing what looked like pearl earrings and a purple cardigan.
"Spitfire sweetie it's good to see you."
"It's good to see you too mum," Spitfire replied hugging her.
They let go of each other and Spitfire held up a hoof, "Mum, this is Connor, Connor this is my mother Stormy Flare."
Stormy Flare looked at Connor. He was dressed tidily enough and clearly took care of himself, smelled nice and had his hands on her daugthers' withers.
She scowled at that.
"Please take your hands off my daughter," she said coldly.
Connor felt a lump in his throat and slowly and reluctantly removed his hand. Spitfire had a look of awkwardness like she wasn't expecting such a response from her mother.
"Thank you," Stormy Flare continued, "You will do well to remember she is my daughter and not your pet to do with as you please."
"MOTHER!"
Stormy Flare said nothing and simply stood the side and allowed the dating duo to enter the house, Stormy Flare eyeing Connor the entire time. Spitfire and Connor entered the front room where several ponies where sat down. They were her family. Avro Lancaster whome Connor had already met during his first visit to the Cloud Coliseum, her younger sister Lightning Skies and her older brothers Gloucester Gladiator and Hawker Hurricane.
"You must be Connor," said Avro.
"Yes, I believe we've met before."
"Indeed we have. You were dressed differently then."
"Yeah, and my wings weren't permanent then either."
"Yes, Spitfire told us about your......situation."
"I thought she might."
"Well sit yourselves down, make it look like your staying."
Spitfire and Connor sat down next to each other on the sofa. On Connor's other side sat a red stallion with a red and lave-like orange mane. The stallion looked at Connor and scowled.
"Connor," said Spitfire," This here is Hawker Hurricane, my slightly older twin brother."
Connor extended his hand, "Pleasure to meet you, Spitfire's told me about you."
Hawker looked at Connor's hand, extended his hoof and said with no amount of enthusiasm, "Pleasure."
Connor awkwardly shook his hoof before letting go. Spitfire next introduced the rest of her siblings. Gloucester looked at Connor the same way Hawker and Stormy Flare did. He did little more than grunt when Connor extended his hand. He shook it but on a half-arsed way, slightly offending Connor.
Lightning Skies was different. Her cream coloured fur and ice blue spiky mane, similar to Cloud Chaser's, certainly attracted attention. She confidently held out her hoof, "Pleasure to meet you Connor. As Spitfire's probably told you, I'm Lightning Skies. Pleasure to meet you."
"Pleasure to meet you to," Connor replied shaking her hoof, relieved at least someone here was trying to be nice.
Stormy Flare came into the front room and went to sit on the other sofa next to Avro. There was an awkward silence until Avro spoke up.
"So Connor, tell us about yourself."
"Well," Connor started, "It's complicated."
"In what way?" asked Avro.
"Though I was born and grew up in a different world, both of my parents are ponies."
"Yes I've been reading about it in the paper," he looked at Connor, "I've been reading a lot about you in the paper."
Connor got the feeling the night was only going to get worse. And it had only just begun.
"You've certainly been making a name for yourself," Avro continued, "Events Manager for the Wonderbolts, personal friends of the Princesses, hugely popular with the foals of Cloudsdale, the son of Vulcan and dating my daughter who just happens to be Captain of the Wonderbolts."
Connor wrapped an arm around Spitfire, "I would still date your daughter even if she wasn't. I love her for who she is, not for what she is."
Lightning Skies 'awwe'd while Gloucester and Hawker both scoffed.
"That's what the others said and they turned out to be arsewipes who were only interested in using my sister for their own needs," Hawker said scowling at Connor, "Why should we believe you?"
"Because I mean what I say. Spitfire means a lot to me and I have no intention of using her for personal gain."
"The others said that as well."
To say Spitfire felt awkward would be an understatement. She knew her family would be suspicious at first given her coltfriends in the past but it was like they were going out of their way to cause problems. Fortunately, Spitfire had the idea of showing Connor her old bedroom.
It was unsurprisingly Wonderbolt themed. Wonderbolt posters, bedding, curtains, wallpaper, and furniture decorated the room. On a bookshelf were several of Spitfire's awards from when she was a filly. Many were for best flier or 1st Place from various races. Connor looked at a few photos of Spitfire as a young filly. He got a punch in the arm when he said she looked adorable. One of the photos showed her as a young filly at around eight years old drinking a banana milkshake almost as big as her. There was a double photo-frame and the left frame showed the day she first became a Wonderbolt trainee and the right showed the day she became a full fledged Wonderbolt, wearing the legendary iconic flight suit.
The pleasant aroma from downstairs indicated tea was ready.
All but Stormy Flare and Connor was sat around the dining room table. Spitfire persuaded her mother to let Connor show her how to make Yorkshire puddings. They had made enough so that everyone could have at least three each if they wanted. Because they didn't take long to make they were ready at the same time as everything else. Tea included Connor's Yorkshires, roast potatoes, vegetables and the main part of the meal, Roast Beef.
The food was steaming hot and smelt absolutely wonderful. Everyone filled their plates with food and finished off by pouring gravy on top. A glass of red wine was poured for everyone also.
As everyone was done filling their plates, Stormy Flare spoke up.
"Connor, Spitfire mentioned the two of you had recently bought a house together."
Avro, Hawker and Gloucester looked at Connor with raised eyebrows. Lightning looked like she wanted to squee.
"Yes. A very nice place as well. Come round some time, we'll show you around."
"Yes," Stormy Flare replied coldly, "We'll have to arrange something."
Tea was an awkwardly quiet affair. Very little was said and to Connor time seemed to be slowing to a halt. The whole evening was like having a root canal on his teeth again. The only questions related to his job with the Wonderbolts and what he did. They seemed satisfied enough when he told them he'd already managed to secure a few sponsorships. Lightning Skies was particularly pleased when Connor mentioned he was Cara's brother. Lightning buys from her fudge shop regularly.
Everyone had finished their tea and Connor offered to help clear away and wash up but Stormy Flare refused, but thanked him nonetheless for the offer.
Everyone was sat down in the front room when the questions started again.
"So Connor," Avro started, "How was tea?"
"It was great thank you, your wife's a really good cook."
Avro chuckled, "Yeah she is."
"Hey Dad," Spitfire said, "Did you know Connor's human father served in the Air Force?"
The eyes of Avro and Hawker lit up.
"He did?" asked Avro, ""How can he fly if human's don't have wings?"
"In my world we have flying machines called aeroplanes. My dad was a qualified pilot of the RAF and upon retiring held the rank of Group Captain. He was qualified to fly the Panavia Tornado. A family of twin-engine, variable-sweep wing multirole combat aircraft. He saw action during the Gulf War too."
"Sounds impressive," Avro said with genuine interest, "How fast can it fly? What's it's service ceiling? What's it's rate of climb?"
"It has a maximum speed of Mach 2.2, a service ceiling of 50,000ft and a rate of climb of 15,100 ft a minute. They're almost 55ft long and a 45.6 or 28.2 ft wing span depending on wing sweep angle."
Connor felt a little pride at recounting the details of jet aircraft. He hoped this common ground might get Spitfire's family to warm up to him.
"Wow! Equestria doesn't have anything that even comes close to that," Hawker commented, "And your human dad flew them?"
"Yes. He later flew the Eurofighter Typhoon as well, an even more advanced aircraft," Connor said before letting out a small chuckle, "He likes the new F-35 Lightning II as well. The F-35 Lightning II is a family of single-seat, single-engine, all-weather stealth multirole fighters. They're in the final stages of development and cost a small fortune."
"How much?"
"In Equestrian monetary terms, between 850 million and 1.1 billion bits depending on the variant."
Everypony in the room sat in shock.
"That's quite an eye watering sum," Avro said, "It must be a good aircraft for that price. Why the variants?"
"For different purposes. For example the F-35A is a conventional take-off and landing or CTOL, the F-35B is the STOVL or short take-off and vertical landing variant. The F-35C is the carrier variant and features larger wings with foldable wingtip sections, larger wing and tail control surfaces for improved low-speed control, stronger landing gear for the stresses of carrier arrested landings, a twin-wheel nose gear, and a stronger tailhook for use with carrier arrestor cables."
"That's not even the best," Spitfire said, "Wait until he tells you about aircraft from decades ago."
Stormy Flare walked back into the front room and sat down next to Avro where the two nuzzled each other.
"Honey, Connor was just telling us about flying machines from his world."
"I heard darling," she said as she turned to Connor, "You seem quite knowledgeable on the matter."
"Well my dad was a pilot so it's only natural I would take an interest in aircraft."
"Why don't you go and get your laptop and show them what you showed me?" Spitfire suggested.
Connor got up and went to get his laptop. He was back a few seconds later.
"What's that?" asked Hawker.
"My laptop, it's a portable computer."
"Like that monstrosity in Canterlot?" asked Gloucester.
"Like it but this is much more advanced."
Connor booted up the laptop and brought up the video and picture files. The first picture he brought up was a WWII fighter.
"Hawker, I think you'll like this one."
Hawker looked at the screen, amazed at the technology he was seeing and wondering how it worked, and saw a what was clearly a flying machine.
"What's the name of this aircraft?"
"This one, is called the Supermarine Spitfire."
Hawker looked between Connor and the screen in shock, an aircraft had the same name (almost) as his sister.
"She looks good."
"Thank you," Spitfire replied.
"I wasn't talking about you."
Spitfire just stuck her tongue out, Hawker rolled his eyes.
"Moving on," Connor continued, "Have a guess what this aircraft is called."
Hawker looked at the screen. It showed a similar aircraft to the one before.
"I don't know. What is it called?"
"The Hawker Hurricane."
Hawker looked at Connor slack jawed, "You're kidding me."
Connor shook his head, "Nope. The aircraft in the picture is definitely the Hawker Hurricane."
A big grin adorned the face of Hawker, "Any more aircraft have the same name as us?"
"Yep. This four engined bomber," Connor said as he brought up the relevant picture and turned the laptop around, "Is called the Avro Lancaster."
The large green stallion soon went from content smile to a huge grin that Pinkie would be proud of.
"Avro Lancaster?" he repeated almost squeeing in delight.
"Oh and the next one the called the Gloucester Gladiator," he said as he brought up the picture of the aircraft, "And this one......let me find it.....is the English Electric Lightning."
The two other siblings' faces lit up with glee.
The next half hour was spent with Connor talking about the history of aviation in the RAF. They were fascinated by it all. They had definitely warmed up to Connor, Stormy Flare included, and eagerly sat around the laptop when Connor suggested watching am aviation film. One of the best films ever made.
The Dam Busters.
They liked the film. Spitfire liked it better than Top Gun. Spitfire's family had plenty of questions about 617 Squadron and the Dam Busters raid. Connor gladly answered them, delighted to share the tales of brave men who risked their lives for freedom and democracy and to take down one of the most vile and rancid regimes in history. The very least those men deserve is to be remembered.
During the film though Spitfire cuddled up to Connor, resting her head on his chest. This didn't escape the attention of Avro or Stormy Flare but neither said anything. They both could see how happy Spitfire was, her fur seemed to have an extra radiance to it. She was happier than they'd ever seen her since she started dating Connor and whenever she visited her parents before there wasn't a time when she didn't talk about him.
It was late and Connor and Spitfire had a busy day ahead of them tomorrow. The were scheduled to appear at the Hug-A-Pony stuffed toy store. The unique plushie of Connor, in his Wonderbolts flight suit, was being released to the masses and it was expected to be a best seller. It was quite a big plushie as well, two feet high. There were also plans to release a larger four foot high variant as well depending on demand. A very small number of life size plushies of him were made. Those ones though were for store display purposes.
The plushies though were excellently made with close attention to detail. His Oakley sunglasses were replicated, miniaturised, removable and available in several colours. Magical enchantments allowed his wings to be extended and retracted. The plushies would cost 200 bits, but as a first day special they would be available for 150 bits. And any lucky colt of filly that goes to the store will be able to have a signed photo of Connor to take home.
They would be at the toy store at midday and be their until closing time. A large crowd was expected along with the Press, the other Wonderbolts and Connor's friends from Ponyville. Hopefully it will act as a springboard for more sponsorship deals and official partnership.
Before going up to bed, Connor remembered the fudge he and Spitfire bought and went to get it. He came back a few seconds later with a large paper bag in his hands. He opened the bag and started to hand out the fudge.
"Spitfire and I bought some fudge for you all from my sisters' fudge shop."
Everypony took the fudge that was handed to them and thanks to Spitfire's inside knowledge she knew the flavour each of them liked most. Her family were appreciative of the fudge and thanked Connor and Spitfire for it.
Connor felt relieved. When he first came here he could almost feel the icy cold glares of her family, except for Lightning Skies, but now they'd warmed up to him. Stormy Flare wasn't even commenting on Connor wrapping an arm around Spitfire.
Hopefully things would continue to go smoothly tomorrow as well.
Connor shut down the laptop and headed upstairs with Spitfire to her bedroom. The bed was big enough for Connor to fit in, just. Her parents said nothing when they went up together. Connor got changed into nightwear again, though this time leaving his upper body uncovered, and snuggled into bed with Spitfire. It wasn't long before there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," Spitfire said aloud.
The door opened and in flew Stormy Flare holding two drinks.
"I brought these for the two of you," Stormy said as she hoofed over two banana milkshakes.
"Thanks mum," Spitfire replied taking a milkshake.
Connor took the other, thanking her also.
"Connor, I'd just like to apologize for earlier at the front door. I shouldn't of spoken to you like that."
"Don't worry about it, you're concerned for Spitfire's well being. What good mother wouldn't be concerned about their daughter."
Stormy Flare smiled, "Thank you Connor, now I'll leave you two alone. You'll be up early no doubt to get ready."
"Yep, such is the life of a Wonderbolt," Spitfire said before sucking milkshake through the straw.
Stormy Flare left the room and closed the door, leaving Connor and Spitfire alone to get some sleep. The love bugs snuggled up to each other and drank their milkshakes, and ate some white chocolate covered pretzels they bought earlier. They chatted for a little bit, mostly about the following day. It would be Connor's first official engagement as a Wonderbolt.
What could possibly go wrong?
The morning sun shone through the room. A sleepy human and a sleepy pony slowly and reluctantly got up. Both of them trudged to the bathroom to get showered before breakfast. On the way they met Avro.
"Morning dad."
"Morning Spitfire, getting a shower with Connor?"
Spitfire nodded, "Yeah, it's we usually bathe together. Cleaning wings on your own can be difficult."
"Tell me about it, anyway I'll let you get washed ans see you both at breakfast."
30 MINUTES LATER
Connor and Spitfire, now both in their Wonderbolt flight suits, headed downstairs for breakfast. As they entered the kitchen their noses immediately picked up the smell of toast.
"You're just in time," Stormy Flare said picking up the toast, "Would you like some Connor?"
"Yeah please, I'm starving."
"Would you like anything on it, jam, marmalade, peanut butter?"
"Peanut butter please."
A few moments later Stormy Flare hoofed Connor two slices of peanut butter on toast.
"Thanks Stormy Flare."
"You're welcome Connor."
Connor sat down at the table and poured himself and Spitfire some tea. The sound of hooves thundering down the stairs indicated the arrival of the rest of the family. Hawker, Avro, Gloucester and Lightning walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, each of them taking note of Connor.
Avro had already seen him dressed as he is, but the others hadn't. Needless to say they were impressed.
"Looking good Connor," Lightning said, "Spitty wasn't kidding when she said you look good in that."
"Don't encourage him Lightning."
"Well it's true," Lightning replied, "He does look good in it."
"Thank you Lightning," Connor said before turning to Spitfire, "Your sister's nice."
Spitfire narrowed her eyes and looked at Connor, "Somepony will be sleeping on the sofa tonight if they don't behave themselves."
"Alright I'll be good."
"Yes you will."
Connor finished his toast and was offered some more breakfast by Stormy Flare, this time she offered Equestria's own Shredded Wheat. Connor had the traditional three with plenty of milk and sugar.
"When are you headed into Cloudsdale?" asked Hawker.
"For around half eleven," replied Connor, "Arrive early and get ready before the masses descend upon us."
"How does it feel to have a plushie of you made?"
"Odd, but if foals get enjoyment out of having plushies of me then so be it."
Hawker smirked, "I think I may get one."
Everyone else at the table raised an eyebrow.
"Why?" asked Spitfire.
"Just to annoy you," he replied grinning.
Connor sighed, "When you say that I get the feeling my sister will get one as well."
Spitfire laughed, "Yeah she definitely will. She'll display it in her shop for the whole of Equestria to see."
"Are you close to your sister?" asked Stormy Flare.
Connor sighed, "Not as much as I'd like to be. Even though we get on great since our reunion, I still feel as though we've missed out on twenty five years of growing up together."
Everyone felt a lump in their throat. Hawker sympathised with Connor, he was very close to his twin sister and he couldn't imagine what growing up without her was like.
Connor continued speaking, "I can't help but wonder what my life would have been like had my mother not appeared in my human world. Would I be dating Spitfire? Would I be friends with the Princesses and the Elements of Harmony? would I be part of the Wonderbolts?"
"I wish I had the answers for you Connor," Avro said sympathetically, "All I can say is not to dwell on it. What happened happened. You've got yourself a good job, great friends and best of all, a special somepony."
Just then Connor felt Spitfire's hoof on his hand. He turned his heads to her and she gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Yeah, I do."
Spitfire, her family and Connor touched down outside the Hug-A-Pony toy store. There was a long queue of colts and fillies with their parents, with a few Earth Ponies and Unicorns among them. The eyes of the foals lit up as soon as they saw their heroes and they immediately began cheering and waving. Connor and Spitfire returned with a wave of their own as they made their way towards the store entrance.
The workers opened the store and let the two in along with Spitfire's family. As they went in they saw rows upon rows of two feet high Connor plushies just waiting for a new home. As he was looking around taking everything in, he heard the voice of a familiar mare.
"Hi Connor."
"Hi Cara. Come to get a plushie of me?"
"Of course, how could I resist having a plushie of my baby brother?"
Connor laughed, "I heard you've made a business deal with this place."
Cara nodded, "Yes and it's a good deal for all involved. I get permission to sell Wonderbolt related Hug-A-Pony plushies in my fudge store and in return this place gets to sell my Wonderbolt related fudge. It's an even deal."
"Sounds good. I hope it goes well. Speaking of plushies, I bet you'll get the four foot plushie of me should they be made."
Cara grinned like a Cheshire cat and nodded her head vigorously.
The store ponies spent a few more minutes setting up getting ready in time for the later than usual opening, making sure as many Connor plushies as possible were on display. Connor went over to were a table had been set up where he would sign Wonderbolt memorabilia and meet his fans. Every foal who bought a Connor plushie, or more likely their parents, got a signed photo of Connor in his Wonderbolt flight-suit.
His wings were twitching slightly due to nerves but he was on the whole looking forward to the event.
The time had come and the staff opened the doors. Colts and fillies flooded in and every single one that came in went for the Connor plushies with a few picking up other plushies also, most notably ones of Spitfire.
It wan't long before foals rushed over to Connor's table with plushies of him in hoof, all of them looking very excited.
"Hiya Mr Connor," said one particularly exited colt, "I'm really excited to meet you."
Connor couldn't help but smile. Who wouldn't feel all gooey inside at the sight of excited children clearly in awe of their idols.
"I'm excited to see you as well. Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Yeah a real lot. I've been waiting since forever to meet you," The colt replied with a beaming smile.
"How do you like the plushie?"
"It's awesome, it looks so much like you."
Connor laughed as he signed the photo of him and handed it to the colt, "Here you are, enjoy your plushie."
"I will do Mr Connor, it's been super awesome meeting you."
Connor extended his fist, "It's been nice meeting you too. Hoofbump?"
Connor extended his fist and bumped it against the colt's hoof. The colt giggled and ran back to his parents, clearly in jovial spirits as he hugged his Connor plushie. Connor turned his attention back to the queue in front of him. Next in line was a small filly who almost bounced up to the table in excitement.
She, like the many that followed were all over the moon at meeting Connor. After a couple of hours of meeting and greeting foals Connor was just about to break for dinner when a familiar looking colt turned up.
"Connor!"
"Swift Wind!"
"Hiya Connor," Swift Wind said excitedly holding a Connor plushie, "My parents brought me today to get the plushie of you."
"I thought you'd be getting one."
"It looks so super awesome," he squeed hugging it tightly.
Connor signed the photo of him and handed it to Swift Wind.
"Thank you Connor."
"You're welcome."
Just then Swift Winds' parents came up to the table, having been looking elsewhere in the store.
"Hi Blossom, hi Thunder."
"Hi Connor," Thunder replied, "I see Swift is excited to see you again."
"He usually is."
Swift Wind's eyes lit up like he'd remembered something, "Mum, Dad you have to ask him."
Connor was confused. Ask what? He looked at the small family and saw they were quietly talking amongst themselves. Swift Wind looked nervous about something. Blossom, however, walked up to the table.
"Connor, Swift Wind was wondering if you would like to come round for tea one evening. He would ask himself but, as you can see. He's a little nervous," she said whispering the last part.
Connor laughed a little, "I know that feeling. Swift Wind."
Swift Wind slowly walked up to Connor, "Yes?"
"I'd love to come round for tea one evening," he said with a smile.
Swift Wind grin lit up the room, "OH MY GOSH THAT IS SO SUPER AWESOME!"
"Can Spitfire come to?" asked Connor.
Swift Wind gasped in excitement and nodded his head vigorously. He then practically dragged his mother over to the till to pay for the plushie, leaving Connor with Thunder.
"He looks up to you," Thunder said, "You mean a lot to him."
"I'm not sure why though, I haven't really done anything to earn his adoration."
"Don't be daft Connor. You saved his birthday and he got to meet his heroes, and believe me he was truly devastated when he found out you were in hospital."
"I suppose so. I'm just not used to having this kind of attention. Back on Earth, outside of my own family I was pretty much ignored."
"I understand, but Swift Wind and many other foals have taken a shine to you. Even before you officially joined the Wonderbolts they liked you, remember outside your sister's fudge shop?"
"Yeah, that was a good day. Swift Wind's 10th birthday as well."
"He enjoyed himself that day. He talked about you for days afterwards. Anyway, it seems they're ready so I'll have to go. We'll send a message to your HQ to let you know when the best time to have you round is."
"I look forward to it."
"Likewise. See you later Connor," Thunder said extending a hoof.
"See you later," Connor replied shaking his hoof.
It was late afternoon and Connor and Spitfire were leaving the store after a long day of entertaining foals. Hug-A-Pony had an excellent sales day. They estimate they had around a thousand sales making them a tidy profit. The duo met with Spitfire's family again. They told Connor they'd like to see him again and they were pleased that he made Spitfire happy, and that they didn't have to worry about her now she was with him. They parted on good terms and headed back to their respective homes, Spitfire;s siblings each having their own place.
Connor enjoyed himself, not as much as the colts and fillies though he guessed. Foals weren't the only ones to buy a Connor plushie. Apart from Cara, there were quite a few adult ponies who bought Connor plushies. And a few, slightly embarrassed, stallions who bought plushies of the Princesses. One stallion who bought a Celestia plushie caught the eye of a cute mare he'd had his eye on, but was too shy to ask out. The mare in question saw the stallion and saw right through the lie that the plushie wasn't for him. Long story short, the stallion now has a date to look forward to. And a new Celestia plushie. Win win for him.
"So Milkshake, we're we headed to now?" Connor asked stretching his arm and wings.
"We need to pick up a few things from Pricecutters then we'll head home if you like."
"Sure. What do we need from the shop?"
"Milk, sugar, tea, butter, chocolate digestives, fig rolls, shortbread, bread, ham plus a few other things."
"We could have a look and see what wines they have if you like?" he suggested as he placed his messenger bag around his waist.
"Why not, a bottle of wine tonight sounds nice. Are we watching another film tonight?"
"Yep. There's another one I want to show you. It's called Zulu and it's based on true events that occurred in my nations' past."
"Can't wait," she replied giving Connor a small kiss on the cheek.
LATER THAT EVENING
A freshly showered Connor sat down on the sofa getting the film ready. They had both had their tea, beef noodle soup, and here now making themselves comfortable. Spitfire was pouring the two of them a glass of dry white wine each. The living room curtains were closed and the room was illuminated by the wall lights giving the room a soft, warm glow.
"It was a good day today," Connor commented, "The first of many public relations events I presume?"
"Oh yes. There'll be plenty more days like this to come," she replied hoofing Connor a glass of wine, "Many many more."
"I look forward to them."
"Same here. They'll certainly be more interesting days with you around."
"Thank you very much my little Sugar Sprinkles."
A mischievous smirk adorned her face, "You're welcome Stiff Wings."
BACK IN EARTH
Alexander walked back to his bedroom after having yet another late night meeting with authorities. Since Connor's disappearance there had been........developments. The three daughters he had with Star Light, or Svetlana as she was called as a human, where now living with him again. Only this time they were under 24/7 protection.
A few weeks ago the three girls experienced excruciating pains in their backs and long story short, had grown a pair of wings each.
Just like Connor, though they obviously didn't know that.
After the hospitals they were staying at were 'persuaded' to remain silent, they were transferred to a secure facility on the RAF base Alexander previously worked at. They then moved back in with Alexander, their father. They were quite surprised when they saw their mother.
Now back in pony form.
It certainly made the reason of their growing of wings more believable, and make a lot more sense.
None of the family were in trouble and they weren't being held prisoner. The protection was simply to prevent unauthorised personnel from discovering Sveti/Star Light and the girls and exposing them to danger.
The house they were staying at was specially built not long after Star Lights arrival. It was in the countryside away from prying eyes but close enough to the air base to allow for a quick response should one be needed. Naturally, the sisters all demanded an explanation in response Star Light retold them the events of twenty five years ago.
After being found in his back yard, Alexander, then a 30 year old Squadron Leader, alerted his superiors. It was clear she was terrified out of her wits and when Alexander and his superiors approached her she was crying and begging the, from her perspective, 'scary apes' to 'not hurt my baby'. After an investigation and questioning of the still-in-pony-form mare, conclude she is no threat, Alexander is tasked with her well-being. A medical examination confirmed her and her baby were healthy which helped her relax a lot.
An investigation revealed nothing into how she arrived, meaning they had no idea to get her back home. She was distraught over not being able to go home and losing her wings. Being a pilot, Alexander understands how she felt. After a few more years in the RAF Alexander later took early retirement with the rank of Group Captain. He also received a generous amount of financial support from the government to help with her upkeep and well-being.
Shortly after arriving on Earth, she transformed through unknown means into a 27-year old woman. After she became human, she was given all necessary documentation and what not and took the name Svetlana. A name of Slavic origin meaning 'Light'. Alexander ultimately fell in love with Star Light married her. It was difficult for Star Light to move on from Vulcan and Cara but she finally accepted what had happened and decided to move on. They had three daughters together and decided to raise Connor, born human, without telling him of his true nature.
They didn't like hiding it from him, but they felt it was necessary. Besides, would he have believed them had they told him the truth?
Maybe they'll never know.
Alexander looked at his bed to find Sveti laying on the bed having her mane and tail brushed by two of her daughters. The third daughter was looking through photos of Star Light's first days on Earth. Star Light wasn't bothered either way if people called her Sveti or Star Light.
"Sveti darling, how are you?"
"All over the place. Considering what's happened to us I can only assume the same has happened to Connor."
"He'll be fine Sveti, he can take care of himself. Remember when he dealt with those bullies?"
Sveti giggled, "Yeah. I can imagine Vulcan would approve if he found out."
"We'll see them again Sveti, maybe these transformations are a sign that you'll return to Equestria."
"I hope so," she replied before realising how that could be interpreted, "Not that I don't like it here. I do, Earth is an amazing place. But Equestria is my home, and I still have family there."
She looked down at the photo underneath her hoof, "Cara, who had to grow up without a mother."
Star Light started to cry. She was immediately hugged by her daughters, "Don't cry mum, dad's right. Everything that's happened could very well be signs that we'll go to Equestria."
"We?" Star Light repeated, "You would want to go to Equestria?"
"Why not? It's not like we can have a normal life here anymore. Besides.....I think we'd all like to see Connor again."
There was a short agreeable silence as the thought of seeing their son/brother again crossed their minds. They all missed him, especially his colourful and blunt opinions on football referees.
"I wonder what he's doing now?" said Star Light.
BACK IN EQUESTRIA
"Connor," Spitfire said, "That was amazing."
"I know."
A few seconds later, the two fell asleep. |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 24 - The Garden Party | Connor was once again stood in front of a full size mirror, zipping up the front if his flight suit. It had been a week since he met Spitfire's parents and, after a rocky start left on good terms. He was preparing for the Garden Party he and Spitfire had been invited to by Fancypants. Though this wasn't an official engagement he was still feeling a little tense. Fancypants was an influential noble and making a bad impression at his mansion would be detrimental to his own public standing, and by extension the Wonderbolts as well.
"Looking good Sleepy head."
Connor turned around, "As do you Milkshake."
Spitfire, also in her flight suit, walked into the room.
"Are you nearly ready, we don't want to be late."
"Yeah I'm ready. I'll just get my goggles."
Connor walked over to his bedside table, took his goggles fastened them around his head; resting on top of his head.
"Ready now?"
"Ready."
The two of them walked out of the house and took to the air in direction of Canterlot. Connor had improved his flying significantly and was flying faster and more steadily than he was a few weeks ago. His wings did still stiffen mid flight occasionally much to the amusement of Spitfire.
They weren't flying too long before they reached Canterlot. They touched down in the Central Plaza and walked the rest of the way, attracting a few stares in the process. Spitfire got distracted looking at some jewellery in a store window leaving Connor to look around as he waited for her to finish. As he did he noticed a small filly with a Connor plushie. As she walked along with her parents she looked up and saw him.
She stopped still right in the middle of the street, looking rapidly between her Connor plushie and the real Connor as if to confirm what she is seeing. Connor, smiling at the display walked over to the filly unicorn who had now attracted the attention of her parents. And Spitfire.
"Hey there," Connor said as he crouched down, making himself less physically imposing on the little filly, "I see you have a particularly interesting plushie."
The filly's mouth flopped up and down a few times as her brain tried to process meeting Connor, "Y-y-y-y-yeah, my parents bought it for me yesterday. I was going to get one on the first day but I fell ill. I really wanted to meet you and get a signed picture of you but I was sick so I couldn't."
The little filly's bottom lip started trembling and her eyes teared up. Connor felt a lump in his throat. Like anyone with a heart he didn't enjoy seeing children upset. Fortunately for the filly, Connor was prepared. He reached into his bag and pulled out a photo of himself and a pen.
"What's your name?"
The filly looked up and saw the photo and pen. She gasped in surprise and in an instant went from upset to jubilant.
"Twinkle Star!"
Connor wrote on the picture and handed it to Twinkle Star. She took it in her magic and read out what Connor wrote.
"To Twinkle Star, sorry you were ill. I'm glad you're better now. From Connor the Wonderbolt."
"Like it?"
Twinkle Star had a massive cheery smile on her face as she jumped up and down on the spot, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
She jumped forward and hugged Connor as tight as she could around his neck while her parents looked on happily. After a few excited seconds she let go and went over to her parents and showed them what Connor had given her.
"Thank you for that," her father said, "She was distraught when she was unable to go but I'm pretty sure this will more than make up for it."
"No problem, glad I could help."
Twinkle Star waved goodbye to Connor and Spitfire and went off with her parents much happier than earlier. Connor turned back to Spitfire.
"So Milkshake, shall we continue?"
"Yeah, we best not keep Fancy waiting."
They duo arrived a few minutes later without delay and came to a large mansion reminiscent of the stately homes owned by the English aristocracy. When Connor got a better view of the mansion he couldn't help but notice it looked quite similar to Burton Agnes Hall. They approached the main gates and showed the guard their invitations. The guard nodded and waved them through.
Connor and Spitfire entered the mansion grounds and walked up the gravel path to the main entrance, where Fancy was welcoming his guests.
"Nervous?" asked Spitfire.
"No."
"Liar."
"Shush you, or there'll be no ear scratches or belly rubs for a month."
Spitfire gasped, "You wouldn't dare."
"Try me Sugar Sprinkles."
Spitfire pouted for a couple of seconds before bursting into laughter and playfully punching Connor in the arm.
"I'll get you one day Stiff Wings."
The two walked a little further until they were at the front door.
"Connor, Spitfire a pleasure you could come," Fancy said shaking Connor's hand and Spitfire's hoof.
"It was nice of you to invite us," Connor replied.
"Think nothing of it dear boy."
"Are there any more ponies to come?" asked Connor.
"Only a few. Everypony else is in the main reception room. Do go in and enjoy yourselves."
"Thank you."
Connor and Spitfire went in an followed one of the butlers to the reception room. There was around a dozen ponies in the room. All of whom had their eyes on him and Spitfire.
Connor nervously walked towards them with a not-nervous Spitfire at his side.
There was an uncomfortable silence until a familiar voice sounded out.
"Connor, Spitfire so glad you could make it."
A unicorn mare walked into view wearing a silver ball gown.
"Fleur, it's nice to see you again. You look lovely"
"As charming as ever I see. Spitfire I may just have to take him form you."
Spitfire and Fleur shared a laugh at Connor's expense.
"Forgive us Connor, we're only teasing you."
"You're fine don't worry. I can take a little rib bashing."
"Would either of you like a drink?"
"Please."
"Then allow me to show you the drinks table."
The other guests wee back to mingling amongst themselves whilst Fleur lead Spitfire and Connor to the drinks table. There was a wide range to choose from including whiskeys, gins, vodkas etc. But just as interestingly, Connor eyed something else. Something that looked very similar to something from Earth.
"Seen something you like?" asked Fleur.
"What are they?" he asked pointing at gold foil wrapped balls.
Fleur looked at where he was pointing and smiled, "Those are chocolates called 'Chocolat de roche'."
"Rock chocolate," Connor replied.
"Yes," Fleur replied, her eyes lighting up, "Do you have these where you come from?"
"We have something called Ferrero Rocher. They consist of a whole roasted hazelnut encased in a thin wafer shell filled with hazelnut chocolate and covered in milk chocolate and chopped hazelnuts. They were named after the man who invented them, Michele Fererro. Rocher is French for rock, or boulder. Given what the chocolates look like is aptly named."
"That's what these are. I assume you like them?"
Connor rubbed the back of his neck, "Yyyyyeah, you could say that."
"You built pyramids out of them didn't you?"
Connor nodded, "Guilty as charged."
"Well feel free to help yourself, but try to leave some for other guests."
"I'll try to."
Fleur left Connor and Spitfire to help themselves.
"Want anything in particular?" Connor asked Spitfire.
"I'll have a brandy."
"Sure."
Connor poured himself and Spitfire a brandy each as Spitfire helped herself to some of the 'Chocolat de roche'. Connor watched her as she expertly unwrapped the foil.
"Something wrong?" she asked.
"How do you unwrap something like that with hooves?"
Spitfire went quiet for a moment as she contemplated the question.
"I.....don't know. I just do it. I've never really thought about it."
"Since I came to Equestria I've always been puzzled how you all grab things with hooves when you don't have the 'hoof appendages' necessary to grab things with."
"Yeah, I can see why you think that."
Conner handed Spitfire her brandy and helped himself to some Chocolat de roche. He unwrapped the foil and it looked almost the same as Ferrero Rocher. He placed it in his mouth and began to eat it.
As soon as he did he experienced a flash back as the world around him evaporated. He remembered coming home one day after falling off his bike an grazing his knee. It hurt him a lot and after bandaging his knee his mother gave him a Ferrero Rocher to try.
He immediately fell in love with them.
The heavenly hazlenut filling, crunchy wafer shell and silky milk chocolate made him feel all gooey on the inside.
After that day he always made sure he had some in his bedroom for quick access should the need arise. Every Christmas and Birthday he got a 24 piece gift box from his parents. Some other relatives got him smaller boxes also.
"Connor."
He was truly grateful he wasn't allergic to nuts.
"Connor."
He had to find out where to buy these Chocolat de roche from.
"Connor!"
Connor nearly jumped in fright at the sudden noise. He could feel a hoof touching him.
It was Spitfire's.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"You zoned out after eating the chocolate."
"Oh.....well it reminded me of a time long ago."
"Getting all misty eyed over chocolate eh? You big lovable romantic. How did I ever manage without you?"
Connor smiled, "I could ask you the same thing."
The two kissed each other on the lips and gazed longingly into each others' eyes.
"Would you two like to be alone?"
The two of them broke the kiss and looked to the source of the voice and saw Fleur standing a few feet away looking bemused at the sight. The two love birds blushed, fortunately for Spitfire her flight suit covered it.
"Sorry," said Connor.
Fleur giggled, "Don't be. It's so nice to see young love blossoming into something truly wonderful."
Spitfire gave a loving nuzzle to Connor, who in return gave her a small ear scratch.
"I just wanted to tell you dinner will be starting shortly as all the guests are here."
"OK, what are we having?"
"Starters it's Vegetable Soup with home made Prench baguette, the main course is Pan Fried Chicken Breast Stuffed with Mozzarella and wrapped in Smoked Cured Bacon. For desert we're having Rich Chocolate Pot with Chantilly Cream and Raspberry Sauce."
"Sounds great, but I thought ponies we're vegetarian?"
"Some are, but we enjoy meat every now and again."
"That's a relief. Regarding the dessert, would it be possible to leave out the raspberry sauce for me please?"
"That's fine. I'll inform the chef, he won't be offended and neither will I or Fancy. In fact, one of the other guests has requested the same."
Connor breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, it's just that I don't particularly like it. I don't want to seem ungrateful but-"
"Connor it's fine, honestly, don't worry."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome, now why don't you both come through to the dining room."
Connor and Spitfire followed Fleur through into the adjoining room. Inside was a large table where all the other guests were sitting themselves down. Connor and Spitfire sat themselves down midway down the table to Fancy's left hand side. He was sat at the head of the table with Fleur sat at the opposite end.
"My fellow Lords and Ladies, allow me to introduce you all to Connor Wakefield and I'm sure you're all familiar with Group Captain Spitfire."
"Lords, Ladies, a pleasure to meet you," Connor replied.
"A pleasure Mr Wakefield," replied one if the noble mares.
"Tell us about your job as Wonderbolts General Manager," said another noble.
The Wonderbolts made the decision to make adjustments to Connor's job and changed his job title to General Manager under the guidance of Luna.
"Well, as you can guess by the title I'm responsible for the planning, delegating, coordinating, staffing, organizing, and decision making to attain desirable profit making results for the Wonderbolts. I don't decide on new flyers though, that's solely for Spitfire and her senior officers."
The nobles murmured amongst themselves in approval which Fancy added to.
"Connor is also the personal student of Princess Luna."
The nobles went wide eyed.
"You are the personal student of a Princess?"
Connor nodded.
"I must say I'm impressed, what is it you are a student of?"
"Business Management. She's giving me lessons on economics, accounting, finance, marketing, law and pony resource management amongst others. I'm studying in tandem with my job and hopefully I'll earn a Bachelors degree in Business Management from the University of Canterlot."
"Impressive. How long will it take for you to earn your degree?"
"Three to four years depending on how quickly I complete each course unit."
"Is the Princess your only tutor?"
"Yes. The Princess has a Doctorate in the subject as well as another Doctorate in astrophysics and a Master's in Advanced Mathematics."
The assembled ponies went wide eyed. They knew the Princess was intelligent but didn't know she had two Phd's and a Masters Degree. Their stunned silence continued for a few more moments until the side doors opened revealing butlers bringing the starters.
The Vegetable Soup and Prench baguette was placed in front of him.
It smelled fantastic.
Connor waited until everyone else had their soup placed in front of them and Fancy had begun eating his before starting his own. He made sure to be extra careful and not slurp or spill some soup on himself.
It would be awkward in the extreme if he were to make such a blunder.
Starters went by fairly quickly with everyone finishing their soup and bread. There was around a five minute wait before the main course arrived.
The Pan Fried Chicken Breast Stuffed with Mozzarella and wrapped in Smoked Cured Bacon.
Connor nearly salivated at the mere thought of such food.
The doors opened once more and immediately Connor could smell the heavenly food. His meal was placed in front of him and like before, waited until everyone else got theirs before starting. As soon as he cut the chicken, the column of steam billowed out, Connor's face feeling the heat of the chicken. He was so engrossed he didn't realise the massive grin he had on his face.
Nor did he realise Fleur had noticed, who gave a smirk and a wink to Fancy.
There was a bit of chatter during the main course. Mainly about current events in and around Canterlot.
The meal was absolutely divine, cooked to perfection and could probably tempt a vegetarian to try it. The portion was generously sized as well. More so than the other ponies. Fancy must have been switched on because he seemed to answer before Connor asked about it. Apparently Fancy had a larger portion arranged for Connor due to his larger size compared to ponies. Connor thought this might be seen as insulting to the other but they assured him it was standard practice to adjust portion in accordance to each species needs. A Minotaur for instance would get an even larger portion than Connor due to their huge size.
Eventually it was time for desert. As requested, Connor and another noble had their desserts without the raspberry sauce. Like the previous courses, the dessert was also excellently well made and prepared. The chefs clearly know their stuff and Fancy knows where to find them.
Dessert was soon finished but the evening was not. Now was the time to retire to the lounge for after dinner drinks.
Unsurprisingly Connor was interested in it. Especially the drinking part.
The butlers had cleared the dining table away and the guests and hosts made their way to the lounge for drinks.
And Chocolat de roche if Connor had anything to do with it.
He sat down on a very comfortable sofa with Spitfire next to him. His wings acted like a cushion as he leant back making himself comfortable. Everyone soon got talking and Connor was a few times asked for his opinions on some matters. In one instance regarding railways he suggested replacing semaphore signals with multi-coloured aspect lights. He explained they'd be easier to see in the dark and the differences between the different type of signals e.g. two, three and four aspect signalling.
The nobles requested Connor write out a detailed proposal to the National Railway Board to look into the possibility of implementing his suggestions, as they were impressed with what they heard. One of the nobles has a seat on the NRB and could persuade the other board members to make the changes but they would need strong evidence and a lot of convincing.
As the evening wore on the topic of music came up.
Spitfire casually mentioned that Connor could play the piano.
Though Connor put on a smile, he did his best to convey a 'dirty' look to Spitfire as if to say 'no more snuggles for a month'.
"Would you be able to play us something from your world?" asked Fancy pointing his hoof towards the Lounge Grand Piano.
Connor sighed internally. Whilst he could play the piano he wasn't really great at performing in front of others. Or more accurately he didn't like to. But he did't want to appear as rude to Fancy. He had invited Connor over in good faith and it would be impolite to offend Fancy. Especially in his own home.
"Yeah OK. Let me just think of something to play," he said as he sat down on the stool.
He picked the tune to play. One of his favourites.
Spitfire and the nobles watched on in awe as Connor's fingers effortlessly danced across the keys.
As soon as he ended there was a stomping of hooves applauding his performance. Spitfire gave him a congratulatory kiss on the cheek.
"Bravo dear boy, that was simply marvellous."
"Indeed Mr Wakefield, have you been playing long?"
"Since I was around five I think. Had to practice a lot though."
"Well it seems to have paid off nicely considering how well you played," Fancy replied.
The other nobles murmured in agreement. So much so, Fancy got an idea.
"I say dear boy, would you be interested in ever playing at the occasional social events I hold?"
"Sure, so long as it doesn't disrupt my studies I can't see a problem."
"Don't worry Connor, I wouldn't dare ask you sacrifice your education for my or anypony else. I'll be sure to give you plenty of notice so you could prepare for the occasion."
"Well, in that case yeah. I'll do it."
"Splendid. We can go over the fine details another time at your convenience."
The evening went on a while longer with Connor playing a few more tunes. The nobles also approached Connor in regards to sponsorship deals. Many had significant shares or were outright owners of many different companies and were very interested in sponsoring the Wonderbolts. Connor agreed to arrange proper meetings to it could be discussed in more detail, under the guidance of Luna.
The hour was late and it was time to leave. The guests slowly made their way out, making sure to thank Fancy and Fleur for a wonderful evening, not forgetting to give their compliments to Connor as well. Before leaving however, Fleur grabbed Connor's attention.
"Connor dear did you enjoy yourself this evening?"
"Very much so, thanks a lot for inviting me."
"Think nothing of it dear," replied Fleur, "Oh and I have a little something for you."
Fleur lit up her horn and in front of Connor appeared a small box. Connor held the box and opened it. Inside it was filled with Chocolat de roche. They were stacked neatly inside eight by six by five giving a total of 240 chocolates.
Connor was speechless.
"A little pony told me you like them," Fleur said giggling.
Connor's mouth flopped up and down a few moments before managing to form proper words, "Thanks, Fleur. I really appreciate it."
"You're welcome dear," she replied giving him a kiss in the cheek.
Connor's brain froze and he went as red as a beetroot.
"I think you broke him dear," Fancy said.
Fancy giggled again, "Spitfire you really do have quite a stallion."
"Indeed I do," she replied turning to Connor, "Come on lover boy it's time we were going."
Connor nodded meekly, "Thanks again for having us here Fancy, Fleur."
"You're welcome dear boy. I'd be glad to have you over again."
"I'll second that," added Fleur.
Fancy and Fleur waved goodbye to Connor and Spitfire as they left the mansion and made their way up the garden path. It was getting late and neither Connor or Spitfire could be bothered to fly back to Cloudsdale, so Connor thought of asking a friend who lives nearby if they could stop at theirs for the night.
"Come on Milkshake, let's go to the castle. See if Celestia will let us stop the night."
"Sure, I can't see her refusing but she might be in bed now. Luna will be up though."
Connor and Spitfire walked towards the castle, the streets empty of all but a few ponies. Connor and Spitfire approached the guards on duty at the main entrance.
"Here to see Celestia or Luna, which ever one's available," Connor said to them.
"Princess Celestia has retired to her bedroom for the night but Princess Luna has begun Night Court. She should be in the throne room."
"Thanks, we'll see her if that's OK."
Connor and Spitfire walked in and made their way to the throne room. The Thestral guards on duty outside saw Connor approaching.
"Hey Connor, here to see the Princess?"
"Yep, is she free?"
"Yes, just go on in."
The Thestrals opened the doors, allowing Connor and Spitfire to enter.
"Thanks guys."
"You're welcome."
Hearing the doors open, Luna looked up and saw a familiar biped that looked remarkably like her private student.
"Connor, Spitfire, it is a delight to see you both here tonight."
"Likewise Professor Luna," Connor replied with a cheeky smile.
Luna looked unamused, "Connor we have discussed this. If you keep calling me Professor I will have you chained to the dungeon walls and deprive you of Jammie Dodgers for ever and ever."
Connor gasped, "You big meanie, you wouldn't dare."
"Try me my little human," Luna replied scowling.
After a couple of seconds they both started laughing.
"You're a funny mare Luna."
"Likewise, you are a funny stallion Connor."
Spitfire looked confused, "Am I missing something?"
"Oh it's just a little teacher/student thing between us. Even though Luna is technically a Professor, she doesn't like being called that. Especially by me."
"Indeed. You are my friend Connor. It does not feel right being addressed in such a formal manner by you."
"You've gotten better with your language," observed Connor.
Luna smiled, "We have thou to thank for that."
They both started laughing again, Spitfire looked at them both like they both have gone mad.
"It is good to share a joke with you Connor. But to the matter at hoof, what can I do for you?"
"We were just wondering if we could stop here for the night. We're both too tired to fly back to Cloudsdale."
"Certainly, the room you both used in the past is free to use. I will have a guard escort you there."
"Thanks Luna."
"It is no problem Connor."
"Night Luna."
"Goodnight Connor, goodnight Spitfire."
"Goodnight Luna."
Connor and Spitfire were now on the guest bedroom. It was only now Connor realised he overlooked something.
"Connor are you coming to bed?"
"Yeah I'm coming."
Connor started getting in to bed.
"Aren't you going to take your flight suit off?"
"What flight suit?"
"The bright blue and yellow, skin tight flight suit you're wearing that perfectly shows off your body?"
"Oh that flight suit, no I think I'll keep it on."
"Connor, as fantastic as you look in it you can't sleep in it. Especially when you've been wearing it outside."
"Well I've got nothing to sleep in."
"Then sleep naked."
"I can't do that."
"Why not? I do."
"Yeah but you're a pony."
"So are you.....sort of."
Connor was still reluctant.
"OK I'll make you a deal. You sleep naked and I'll make sure you don't get cold."
Within a minute Connor was out of his flight suit and in bed with Spitfire.
"So, how do you plan on keeping me from getting cold?"
"These might help."
Connor looked to see what she was holding.
He promptly went wide eyed at what she was holding in each fore hoof.
"Are they...." he started nervously.
"Hoof cuffs?" she finished for him, grinning mischievously.
Connor gulped. Spitfire pounced. |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 25 - Kinky Antics | The warm summer sun rose of the green and pleasant land of Equestria. Birds were singing, ponies were getting up and getting ready for the day and postponies were delivering the post. All was calm in the world.
In one of the guest bedrooms of the castle however, all was not calm.
"WHERE IS IT? WHERE IS IT?"
Spitfire was frantically searching the room for a small, but very critical component.
"Didn't you think to put them some place safe before you handcuffed me to the bed?" he asked accusingly.
"Don't start Connor!"
"I'm not starting, I'm just saying. You're not the one handcuffed to the bed."
"Connor! Zip it!"
Connor flinched. Connor and Spitfire had had a couple of arguments before but never had she told him to be quiet in such a harsh manner. Spitfire though, realised her mistake straight away. Turning around she looked to the bed and saw Connor avoiding eye contact and clearly upset at her outburst.
She flew over to the bed and wrapped her hooves around his neck, hugging him.
"I'm sorry Connor. I didn't mean to snap like that."
Connor, still feeling a lump in his throat, quietly answered, "Don't worry about it. I shouldn't have spoken like I did."
Spitfire placed a hoof on his lips, "Shush you. I reacted inappropriately."
"But-"
"No buts Mister. Or I'll forget about finding the keys."
"Yes ma'am."
The two kissed each other for a few seconds. Their kiss was interrupted by a knock at the door.
The two kinky love birds looked at each other in horror.
"Oh shit!" exclaimed Connor harshly but quietly.
"What do we do?" asked Spitfire.
Connor thought quickly and spread his wings out, hiding the handcuffs chaining him to the bed. A quick look and nod to Spitfire confirmed he was ready. There was another knock at the door.
"Connor, it's Celestia. Can I come in?"
All colour drained from his face. Of all the ponies who could come knocking it had to be the one pony who owned the place, and as such could come and go whenever she so pleased.
"Yeah, Spitfire's opening the door now."
Spitfire opened the door and Celestia walked in. Connor and Spitfire shared a very nervous look as she closed the door.
"Good morning Connor, Spitfire. How are you both this morning?"
"We're good!" Connor blurted out quickly.
"Yeah, really good. Never felt better," Spitfire added just as quickly as she bolted next to Connor.
Celestia looked at her two guests and observed their behaviour and she couldn't ignore Connor's outstretched wings.
"Connor why are your wings stretched out?"
"My wings? Oh I'm just stretching them. Don't ponies do that?"
"They do but usually after they get out of bed. Are you getting out of bed?"
"I will do, but I thought I'd have a lie in."
"A lie in? On such a lovely day? Oh come now Connor, get out of bed and join me for breakfast," Celestia insisted with a bright and cheery smile that made it difficult to refuse. Under normal circumstances.
"I'd love to but....erm...well...you see, the thing is...."
"Yes, my little human?" she asked with the same smile.
"The thing is I was going to...."
"Get a bath with me!" Spitfire shouted out unconvincingly.
"Yeah that. I was going to get a bath with Spitfire."
Celestia was enjoying this. It was clear to her they were both up to something, or had been if the smell is anything to go by.
"Well in that case I shall wait until you finish your bathing. Do not keep me waiting too long though, I have morning court to attend at nine o'clock so we we'll have to start breakfast at no later than eight thirty."
"Will do Celestia. We'll see you at eight thirty, at the latest."
"I shall see you then my little human."
Celestia turned around and began to walk out of the room when she abruptly stopped and turned back around facing Connor.
"Oh yes, I forgot. I found these in the hallway, do you know what they are for?"
Celestia levitated two small items in front of Connor and Spitfire, two keys that were clearly the keys to the handcuffs. Connor instinctively reached forward to reach them but immediately felt the handcuffs keeps them in place. There was a quiet but still noticeable clink as the metal handcuffs rattled against the metal bedposts.
"Do you know who they belong to Connor?"
Connor shook his head, "I haven't a clue whose they are? Spitfire, do you know?"
Spitfire, noting Connor's facial expressions, nervously shook her head.
"Sorry, I have no idea."
Celestia sighed, "That is a pity, I had hoped to find their owner but if I cannot find them then I must leave this in the Lost Property Office at the local constabulary."
Connor and Spitfire looked at each other with great worry. Getting the keys back from the Police would require stating the keys' purpose and proving they belong to them by showing them the hoofcuffs. The papers would have a field day if they got wind of Connor and Spitfires' kinky antics. They had to think quickly to get the keys. Fortunately, Connor's brain was firing on all cylinders.
"I could look after them Celestia. I'd make sure they were returned to their owner."
"I'm not sure Connor, it is not that I do not trust you but there are procedures and protocol to follow in regards to lost property."
"True, but surely myself and Spitfire could find the owner without involving the police. They are busy enough as it is and besides, as Wonderbolts surely we carry some degree of honesty and trustworthiness."
Celestia smiled and nodded, "Very well. In that case, do you Connor Wakefield give your word as a Wonderbolt to find the owner of these keys and return them at the earliest convenience?"
"I give my word as a Wonderbolt."
"Very well, I entrust these keys to you for safekeeping. Good luck in your search."
"Thank you Celestia."
"You're welcome Connor."
There was a few seconds of silence and no movement.
"Connor are you going to take the keys?"
"Errrrrrr Spitfire be a good mare and take the keys."
"Sure thing."
Spitfire reached out nervously and took the keys out of Celestia magical grip.
"Did you not want to take the keys Connor?"
"I thought letting Spitfire take them would be fair. We're in an equal relationship after all, we share our responsibilities."
"A very mature way of doing things. I shall leave you now."
Celestia turned around and walked to the door, "Why not join me for lunch instead of breakfast, I wouldn't want to ruin your morning bath."
"Thanks Celestia, we'll see you then."
"I shall see you both at lunch then."
Celestia left the room and closed the door. Spitfire immediately bolted over and locked the door. Safe again she flew back the the still handcuffed Connor and layed on his belly.
"So, I suppose I should unlock the cuffs?"
"Please."
Spitfire moved over to unlock one of the cuffs and noticed something unnerving.
"Something wrong Spits"?
Spitfire motioned with her head at an item that was left in full view whilst Celestia was in the room. Connor, looking at where Spitfire motioned, also felt unnerved.
"That was in full view wasn't it?" he asked.
"Yes. Yes it was."
"Do you think she saw it?"
MEANWHILE IN THE CASTLE CORRIDORS
It took all of her regal control for Celestia to not burst into laugher. She did not expect things to turn out like they did. She genuinely did not know what they keys were and did intend to hand them to local police, as protocol requires, but as soon as she entered the room and saw Connor; she connected the dots quickly. She only went in to invite them to breakfast.
Well it seems my guests enjoyed themselves last night. I wonder how long poor Connor has been hoofcuffed to the bed, it must have been all night if they couldn't find the key. That or Spitfire fell asleep before freeing Connor and they only realised this morning.
It was a valiant attempt by Connor though, to hide the fact he was hoofcuffed to the bed. Even if he wasn't, that rather large ball gag was an indication to what they'd been doing.
Celestia chuckled to herself as she went to get her breakfast. Lunch would be an interesting occasion with them wondering if she knows about their kinky activities.
BACK IN THE BEDROOM
"Considering it's Celestia, we should assume she did," Spitfire replied laying back on Connor's belly.
"Spitfire, would you mind?" Connor asked jingling the handcuffs.
Spitfire blinked before realising what he was asking, "Oh sure. Sorry."
Before she unlocked the handcuffs, she looked at the ball gag again.
"Connor, I don't think I properly apologised for snapping at you earlier."
"Don't be daft, I said don't worry about it. Now come on, unlock the cuffs."
Spitfire didn't move.
"Spits, please unlock them."
She looked at the ball gag again before picking it up in her hooves, and putting down the handcuff keys.
"Spits?"
"Like I said, I don't think I apologised properly."
"Milkshake?"
Spitfire looked at Connor. She saw his wings twitching and him starting to get hot and bothered again. Her mischievous smirk sent a chill down Connor's spine.
"Are you sure you want to get up?" she asked as she pressed her muzzle on his nose.
"Yes I am absolutely-"
In a swift move Spitfire shoved the gag into his mouth and fastened it tightly behind his head.
Connor's wings sprang out and became stiffer than ever.
"Get up or kinky sex?"
"Mmphy mhp," he mumbled through the gag.
"Kinky sex?"
Connor nodded meekly.
"As you wish. Now lay back, and let me apologise to you properly."
MANY HOURS LATER
Connor was now out of bed and after a refreshing shower was now back in his Wonderbolt flight-suit from the night before. Spitfire decided to stay naked. After finishing their morning workout routine Spitfire made sure that each of the 'exercise equipment' was safely in her Wonderbolt bag that she accidentally left during her last stay in the room. The hoofcuffs used were expensive top of the range products. They were immune to magic to prevent unicorns from 'escaping', could only be unlocked with keys due to not having a safety latch and were made from titanium. So sawing though them would be useless, let alone it would still leave the problem of having a cuff still locked around the wrist.
"How are you feeling Connor?"
Connor grinned, "I feel great. Thank you again for your 'apology'."
"You're welcome Connor."
The two kissed again before leaving the room. They didn't envy whoever had to go in and change the bedsheets though. They made their way through the castle corridors towards the dining room for lunch with Celestia. Hopefully it would go by without any awkward moments.
Hopefully.
The kinky duo walked into the room where Celestia and Luna were already sitting. Walking towards them, Connor could see the two Princesses with shit eating grins.
Oh bugger.
"Celestia, Luna it's good to see you again," Connor said as he gave them both a hug.
"Likewise Connor," Luna replied trying not to laugh, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Straight in for the kill, bloody hell. I better be sure I don't say anything stupid.
"I slept great."
"Excellent. I am pleased to hear that. Your human mind is mostly immune to my dreamwalking so I would not be able to help you if you were to have a nightmare."
"I'll be fine Luna, don't worry about me. If anything were to happen there's always Spitfire as well."
The two sisters shared a quick look, "Yes, it is always nice to have a special somepony make you feel special."
There was an awkward silence for a few seconds. The silence was broken when a waiter appeared.
"What would you like to eat Connor?"
"Chicken burger and chips please."
"Certainly, and you Spitfire?"
"Tuna baguette and salad please."
"Of course," Celestia replied before turning to the waiter, "Just the usual for myself and Luna."
"Yes ma'am," replied the waiter.
The waiter walked off back to the kitchens with the order in hoof while a maid brought forward a trolley with a large pot of tea and several cups and saucers.
"Would you like a cup of tea Connor?"
"Yes please."
"What about you Spitfire?" Celestia asked.
"Yes please."
Celestia poured out the tea and hoofed over milk and sugar to allow Connor and Spitfire add them at their own discretion.
"Princess, do you have any alcoholic drinks I could have during lunch?"
"Certainly, what would you like?"
"Do you have any brandy? I love the stuff."
"I heard you enjoy stiff drinks," Luna commented offhandedly.
At that moment everyone heard what sounded like liquid being spat out followed by choking. The assembled ponies looked at the only one with a drink in his hands.
"Connor are you OK?" asked Celestia.
A beet red Connor nodded, "Yeah yeah I'm fine, I think the tea just went down the wrong way."
Connor regained his breath and began clearing up the mess with some napkins, trying to avoid eye contact with the sisters. Spitfire's cheeks too went a shade of red. There was an awkward silence as Connor cleaned the mess up. When he finished and poured himself some more tea, Luna broke the silence.
"Apologies Connor, I did not mean to cause that."
"It's alright Luna, no harm done."
There was another awkward silence for a few seconds until Luna again broke it.
"Just for the record I was referring to Spitfire enjoying strong alcoholic beverages when I said she enjoys stiff drinks."
The following silence got even more awkward and Connor and Spitfire's cheeks went redder.
The silence was agonising.
"How was court this morning?" asked Connor trying to break the silence.
"As boring and predictable as ever," replied Celestia sipping her tea.
"Anything in particular you can talk about?"
Celestia rubbed a hoof on her chin in thought, "Ah yes. One petitioner, a noble, wanted a railway line and station built specifically so it would stop outside of his house in the country. Paid for by the taxpayers."
"I'm guessing you declined their request?"
"Indeed. I am not spending five billion bits of tax payers money so he didn't have to walk one mile to the nearest station."
"Haven't you ever been tempted to just smack them for the way they act?"
"Oh my dear little human, you've no idea."
"How do you manage not to after so many years?"
"Lots of tea and cake my little human."
"Sounds good. I may have to do that myself."
Celestia smiled and nodded, "You must, I insist. Though I do recommend not eating my cakes."
"I won't do that Celestia, I learned my lesson last time."
"I should hope so. If you eat my cakes again, next time not only will I pamper you to the most luxurious spa treatment I can think of, I shall also commission Rarity to make you a lovely dress for you to wear, complete with the most sparkly tiara I can find."
Connor felt a chill go up his spine and through his wings, "You're joking."
"Am I?"
Celestia lit up her horn and out of thin air appeared a......sparkly tiara. Connor looked at the ruby encrusted golden tiara and laughed nervously.
"OK.....OK I believe you. Lovely tiara by the way. Pity I'll never wear it....being male you know. Guys don't wear tiaras, they're not our thing."
Connor suddenly felt something grip around his head. He reached up and felt the tiara was resting there.
"I must say, you look lovely in your tiara; Princess Connor," Celestia said giggling.
"Yeah yeah real funny," he replied trying to remove it.
It wouldn't budge even in the slightest.
"You haven't glued this in place have you?"
"No, I just magically enhanced it so it couldn't be removed by the wearer."
"Why do that?"
"Celestia likes playing jokes," Luna said, answering before Celestia could.
Celestia pouted at Luna before turning back to Connor, watching as he tried in vain to remove the tiara. She could see he was getting a little frustrated and agitated and wasn't particularly enjoying himself. She lit up her horn and removed the tiara, placing it on the table.
"My apologies Connor. I did not mean to upset you."
"I'm not upset, I just......"
Celestia got up and wrapped a foreleg around Connor, "You just don't like being humiliated."
Connor nodded.
"I apologise again Connor. I may play jokes and tease you but I would never deliberately humiliate you."
"I know that."
At that moment the doors opened and in walked the waiters with the food. Celestia requested a brandy for Spitfire which was quickly brought to them by one of the maids.
Lunch was excellently made and tasted great as usual. But, like all good food it's finished all too soon. Celestia had afternoon court to attend and Luna had a maths class to teach at Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns.
"Connor, Spitfire, before you both go please take this."
Celestia levitated the tiara from earlier into view.
"I've removed the enhancement preventing the wearer from removing it. Please consider it an apology for making you feel humiliated earlier."
"Thanks Celestia," Connor replied as he took the tiara and placed it on Spitfire's head.
"Suits you perfectly, Princess Spitfire."
Spitfire blushed.
"Well Milkshake we should be going, fancy a visit to Ponyville?"
"Sure, why not."
"Until next time Celestia."
"Until next time Connor."
After hugging each other goodbye and turning around to leave but before they left, Celestia called out to them.
"Connor, Spitfire before you go."
The duo walked over to Celestia, "Yes."
"If you both ever want to stop the night again, just let me know and I'll prepare a few 'treats' for you both. Give you both something to 'play' with should you get bored."
Connor and Spitfire stood stock still.
"You know what really happened this morning don't you?"
Celestia nodded.
"What gave it away?"
"Well there was the smell of sex, the sound of clinking metal coming from your hoofcuffs against the bedposts, your outstretched wings covering your hoofcuffed hands......the particularly large ball gag."
Connor and Spitfire shared an embarrassed look. Celestia continued.
"The lost hoofcuff keys, your insistence on having the keys to return to their 'owner'."
"I technically did that."
"Of course you did, you gave your word as a Wonderbolt."
Connor and Spitfire were both beet red. They had both been caught, in a way, having kinky sex in Celestia's castle. Celestia, and most likely Luna, now knew of their 'interests' and would make it awkward should they ever stay at the castle again.
"Don't feel embarrassed, either of you. Luna has told me of many dreams in which myself and her are the centre of many stallions and mares fantasies. What the two of you did last night shows you clearly trust each other, to put one in a position of total control over another."
"So you're not angry with us?" asked Connor.
"Not in the slightest my little human."
"He's not exactly little."
Celestia looked at Spitfire whilst Connor looked straight ahead pretending not to have heard. Celestia stifled a giggle.
"Well, it has been a joy having you both here again. Until next time."
"Bye Celestia."
40 MINUTES LATER ON THE TRAIN TO PONYVILLE
Connor and Spitfire found an empty booth and took up a bench each, making themselves comfortable for the ninety minutes journey.
"You OK Milkshake?"
"I feel fantastic."
"Glad to hear it."
"You want anything from the buffet car?" asked Spitfire, reaching into her bag for some bits.
"A coffee and cinnamon roll if they have any please."
"Sure thing. I won't be long."
The train started pulling out of the station as Spitfire left. Connor sat up and sat next to the window and watched the scenery go by as it changed from the built up urban environment of Canterlot to the green hills of the countryside.
He reflected on his time in Equestria. From his first days to where he is now. He doesn't need anyone to tell him he's become more confident and outgoing. His flight-suit for instance, before he wouldn't be seen dead in a skin tight spandex or whatever-it's-made-out-of flight suit but now he loved wearing one. Or to be more accurate he loved wearing a Wonderbolt flight-suit due to the colour scheme and design making it, and by extension him, look awesome.
Before he wasn't confident about furthering his education but Luna, being the brilliant teacher she is, made learning enjoyable and easy to learn.
On Earth he had zero confidence when it came to relationships and now he had a thriving relationship with a mare whom he loves deeply and would do anything for.
And he lost his virginity.
And had kinky bondage sex.
With a smoking hot mare.
Connor was shaken out of his thoughts when he heard the booth door slide open. Spitfire returned with two coffees and cinnamon buns. She placed them on the seat next to her before sitting down opposite Connor. She hoofed over a coffee and bun to Connor, who took them promptly.
"Thanks Milkshake," he replied kissing her on the forehead, "I love you."
Spitfire smile sweetly and kissed his forehead in return, "I love you to Sleepy Head."
Something was still bugging Connor though. And it would interfere with each of his days until he knew.
"Spitfire, I was just wondering.....where did you get the hoofcuffs from and how did you lose the keys?"
"Where I got the hoofcuffs from is a mares secret and I honestly don't know how I lost them. Oh and just in case you were wondering Fleur gave me this saddle bag."
"Did Fleur give you the hoofcuffs?"
Spitfire tapped her muzzle with a hoof, "Mare's secret."
"So I'll have to never know."
"Yep, and no amount of belly rubs or ear scratches will ever convince me to tell you."
After finishing their snacks, Spitfire sat next to Connor and quickly fell asleep on his lap. Connor had his feet up on the bench opposite and he soon, fell asleep.
During the journey, Spitfire mumbled in her sleep as a single tear rolled down her face.
"Please don't ever leave me, I love you too much, please don't leave."
Spitfire felt herself being squeezed gently.
"I promise I never will." |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 26 - Visiting Hours II | The jolt of the train carriage woke the duo up as they came to a full stop. Spitfire slowly got to her hooves on the seat and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes whilst Connor looked out of the window.
"We're at Ponyville, come on sleepy we don't want to get left on board."
"Right behind you," replied Spitfire as she grabbed her saddle bag and draped it over her back.
Connor slid open the compartment door and walked out into the corridor, followed by Spitfire. They briskly walked to the nearest carriage door and exited the train, avoiding bumping into ponies getting on and getting off and station porters loading and unloading luggage. There was quite a hive of activity for a small station, but Ponyville also had a small goods yard that could hold more than it looks like it can.
Connor and Spitfire walked off the platform and through the booking hall to the exit. They had decided to visit the library first as it highly likely Twilight would be there. Connor and Spitfire walked quickly as rain started to lightly fall. Connor looked up and saw Pegasi still moving rain clouds into place.
"They've planned a large storm today and tomorrow," Spitfire commented.
"Might be best to stay here a couple of days 'till it's over."
Spitfire nodded, "You don't want to fly through a thundercloud, believe me..........I did.......once."
"What was it like?"
"Electrifying."
Connor grinned, "I guess that explains why your mane is like it is."
Spitfire punched Connor in the arm and got out a small wooden box, "Quiet Stiff Wings, or these Chocolat de roche will 'disappear'."
"No please, anything but them," Connor mockingly pleaded.
The two started laughing as they approached the library. Connor opened the door and walked in with Spitfire immediately following into an empty library area. She set down her saddle bag on a nearby stool whilst Connor called out to see if anyone was home.
"Spike! Twilight!"
The sound of clopping hooves could be heard on the floor boards above. Connors head followed the sound of hooves as they moved across the floor above him when they reached the stairs. A moment later a friendly face appeared.
"Connor!"
Before he could react he felt his purple unicorn friend piledrive into him. Knocking him off his feet and onto his back. Fortunately his wings cushioned his fall.
"Connor it's great to see you again!"
"Hey Twilight, good to see you to."
Twilight got up off of Connor and back onto her hooves. Connor too got back on his feet.
"So Connor, what can I do for you?"
"Spitfire and I thought we'd pop to Ponyville for a visit as we've not been in a while, we stayed at Canterlot Castle last night you see."
"Yes, Princess Celestia said you stopped the night."
Connor and Spitfire shared a quick glance.
"Did.....did she say anything about it?"
"Not particularly, she did say she enjoyed your visit. Though not as much as you two did apparently."
Connor and Spitfire went a light shade of red.
"I'm not sure what she meant by that though," Twilight continued, "Anyway, were you staying long?"
"We were going to make it a quick visit but with the storm we might stay the next couple of days. I was going to ask if we could stop here if that's alright?"
Twilight responded immediately, "Of course you can, use the guest bedroom you used when you first came here."
"Thanks Twily."
"You're welcome Connor. Would either of you like a drink? I was going to make a pot of tea."
"Tea sounds great, what about you Spits?"
"Sure."
"Very well. One pot of tea coming up."
Connor went over to Spitfire and picked her up underneath her barrel, "Come on Milkshake, let's sit down and make ourselves comfortable."
He walked over to the sofa and plonked himself down, placing a scowling Spitfire on the seat next to him.
"Something wrong?"
"You just picked me up and carried me across the room," she replied inching closer to his face.
"You picked me up and flew me across town if I remember correctly."
Spitfire raised a hoof to retort but came up short.
"Touche," she replied lowering her hoof.
Just then the library door opened and in walked a rain soaked Spike and Rarity. Spike quickly closed the door after Rarity walked in and his eyes lit up in delight when he saw familiar looking faces.
"Connor! Spitfire!"
"Hi Spike, hi Rarity."
"Connor darling it's delightful to see you again."
"Likewise, so what brings you here?"
"Oh Spike was helping me with a few commissions and I came to the library to return a book. Speaking of which were is Twilight?"
"In the kitchen making a pot of tea."
"I do hope it's a large pot, a cup of tea would be wonderful right about now."
As if on cue, a roll of thunder boomed in the distance causing Spike to jump in fright and hold onto Rarity's foreleg.
"Oh sorry Rarity. I didn't mean to....you know."
"Don't worry about it Spike," she replied as she gently wrapped a foreleg around him.
"Tea's ready!"
Everyone looked to the opening kitchen door and saw Twilight carrying a large tray of tea and cakes in her magical grip. She set the tray down on the coffee table and put the cups and saucers in place.
"Twilight," Connor said.
"Yes?"
Connor motioned with his head to Spike and Rarity.
"Oh my gosh I'm sorry I didn't see you there!"
"Don't worry darling, we just arrived."
"Is there anything you need?"
Rarity took a book out of her saddle bag, "I came to return this."
"Oh great, just put it on my desk. I'll sort it out later. Are you stopping for tea?"
"Thank you darling I'd love to."
"Then take a seat while I get some more cups."
Rarity sat down in an armchair while Spike sat next to Connor.
"You OK Spike?" asked Connor.
"I'm fine thanks. Los hi pruzah?" (Are you well?)
"Zu'u los pruzah, nox hi." (I am fine, thank you)
"Pruzah wah hon." (Good to hear)
Spitfire and Rarity looked at each other cluelessly as Connor and Spike talked to each other in Dovahzul. Neither had a clue as to what they were saying. Connor noticed this and turned to Spike.
"Zu'u ofaal pruvos nust dreh ni mindoraan mii." (I get the feeling they do not understand us)
Spike looked at the two mares, each with a raised eyebrow.
"Nid, zu'u dreh ni lorot nust dreh." (No, I do not think they do)
Twilight returned with two more teacups and set them down. She noticed the confused expressions of Spitfire and Rarity and the smirks of Connor and Spitfire.
"OK boys what have you been doing?"
Connor folded his arms indignantly, "Mu los faazrot. Wah lorfonaar mu drey atruk folaas dahik mu los punmak." (We are insulted. To presume we did something wrong because we are male.)
"Zu'u ziist tol," (I second that) replied Spike, he too folding his arms indignantly.
"Are you two speaking....what was it called again?" asked Twilight.
"Dovahzul," replied Connor, "Dragon language."
"How did you become fluent in it?"
"I have no idea. I could only remember a few phrases before I came here but when I first met Spike it was like something came to life inside."
"It doesn't make any sense though."
Connor shrugged his shoulders, "What fun is there in making sense?"
A grinding noise could be heard. Looking at the source of the noise Spike saw Twilight with her teeth clenched and a strand of mane pop out.
"Suvulaan dreh ni med nii fod rek nis kroson atruk tir vothni gahziin." (Twilight does not like it when she cannot work something out without logic)
Connor looked to Twilight to see another strand of mane pop out.
"Zu'u lorot hi los viilut. Aalkos mu fend vuth fah nu leh rek geblaan saan nii." (I think you are right. Maybe we should stop for now lest she completely lose it.)
"Nii fund kos fah pruzaan, korah zey." (It would be for best, believe me)
Connor tool the tea Twilight had poured and took a sip, revelling in its taste. Learning how to make tea properly is one of the many things Twilight is good at. No doubt she learnt how from Celestia.
Connor loves his tea.
"Connor darling, how is life in Cloudsdale?" asked Rarity.
"It's going great. My studies are going well as well. Luna is impressed so far with my work," he replied taking a bite into a butterfly bun.
Twilight started giggling and clapping her hooves together, squealing in delight, "I can't believe we're both personal students of the Princesses."
"Yeah it's pretty great. Luna's a good teacher."
"We could be study buddies!"
"Study buddies?"asked Connor stifling a laugh from seeing a jubilant Twilight.
"Yes! We could study together on assignments, make lists together, run through checklists, run through a checklist checklisting checkists oh it will be SO MUCH FUN!"
"But we're not studying the same thing."
"So? We can still help each other."
"OK. I'll think about it anyway."
Twilight had a beaming smile as she launched herself at Connor and hugged him tightly.
"Steady Twilight, remember you have a horn that could impale me."
Twilight let go of Connor and sat back in her seat.
"That wouldn't happen. A ponies natural magic would automatically deflect the horn."
"A magical fail safe?"
"In a sense. And since you are technically a pony you have natural magic as well."
"So I can look forward to more hugs from you in the future?"
"Oh yes. I will hug you many more times Connor and you will enjoy each and every one of them."
"Sounds like I don't have a choice."
"You don't. Pony hugs are impossible to not to like."
The quartet drank the pot of tea dry prompting Twilight to make another. When she returned Rarity spoke up.
"Twilight dear, Spitfire was just telling us that Connor has been invited to the Grand Galloping Gala as Princess Celestia's personal guest."
"That's great, I had a feeling she would send an invite. What are you planning to wear?"
"I was going to go in a flight-suit but I think I might ask Rarity if she can make something for me."
"Connor I would be delighted to. Why not come round after tea and we'll come up with something?"
"Sure."
Connor and Rarity were walking to her boutique to design a suit for him to wear at the Grand Galloping Gala. Connor had an idea of what he wanted but Rarity had an artistic eye and would feel compelled to follow her advice if she suggested something in regards to fashion. He also had with him Spitfire's new tiara which he intended to show to Rarity for a commission he had in mind.
The pair entered the boutique, getting out of the rain, and immediately Rarity went for her sketch pad.
"So Connor, what did you have in mind?"
"I was thinking something with warm colours. Reds, oranges, something that would match my wings. Maybe a suit with a cloak? I'm not really sure."
"Hmmmm......I think I know what I could do. Leave it with me, I guarantee you'll love it," she relied sketching something out.
Connor tried to sneak a peak but Rarity pulled the pad back.
"Ah ah ah Connor, it has to be a surprise."
A groan escaped Connor's lips, "Really?"
"Yes. Now, is there anything else?"
"Yes, I was wondering if you could make Spitfire a dress for the Gala?"
Rarity's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, "Oh absolutely I will."
"Could you make something to go with this?" he asked as he pulled out the tiara.
Rarity's jaw dropped as she looked at the tiara. The solid gold and flawless ruby's shone magnificently in stark contrast to the gloomy weather.
"Connor, it's beautiful. Where did you get it?"
"Long story short it's from Celestia."
"You must tell me sometime. But, I must press on. I have a suit and a dress to make, the Gala is a month away so there's no time to lose."
Rarity began pushing Connor out with surprising strength. Before he was pushed out he had one more question to ask.
"Rarity, would it be possible to keep this quiet from Spitfire? I'd like it to be a surprise."
"Of course Connor, and I have her measurements so don't worry about that."
"Thanks Rarity. How much is all this going to set me back?"
Rarity waved a hoof dismissively, "There'll be no payment Connor. This is a gift for friends."
"Are you sure? I don't mind paying."
"I'm sure Connor."
"Well......OK. But at least allow me to treat you to a Spa treatment in return. Fluttershy too if she wants, or any of the girls."
"Very well Connor. I accept and I'm sure Fluttershy would love to join us."
"Us?" asked Connor.
"Yes. Surely you don't intend to miss out on a Spa treatment with your closest friends Connor?"
Connor felt a bead of sweat on his forehead.
"Nnnno.....no I don't intend to miss out."
"So you'll be with us for a luxurious Spa treatment?" she asked with sparkly eyes and a bright, cheery grin.
"Yes."
Rarity hugged him. Tightly.
Connor returned to the library having stopped off at Sugar Cube Corner for dome takeaway banana milkshakes and chocolate chip shortbread biscuits for himself, Spitfire, Twilight and Spike.
As he entered the library and put the stuff down, he saw another familiar face.
"Hey Rainbow."
She turned around and immediately had a Cheshire cat grin. She flew forward to her flying buddy excitedly.
"There's my flying buddy," she jubilantly squealed, "Put one there Connor!"
She held out her hoof for Connor to bump with his fist, "Hey there Skittles. You seem happy."
"Of course I am," she replied doing a loop de loop, "I'm seeing my flying buddy who I haven't seen in ages."
"It's only been a month, besides I've been busy."
"Only a month. ONLY A MONTH! Do you have any idea how long that is?"
"Errrr...a month?"
"Exactly. That's too long dude," she said scowling and pointing at Connor with a hoof.
Connor held his hands up, "OK, my bad. I promise to see you more often."
"Good. Because I'd really like to visit your place again."
"Is this to play with my trains?"
Rainbow rubbed a foreleg with a hoof, looking away sheepishly, "Maybe."
"Why not come at the weekend when I'll be free. Spits will be away with the 'Bolts so I'll have the place to myself."
"Really?" she asked flying close to Connor again.
"Sure. She won't mind."
"Awesome! Bye Connor!" Rainbow jubilantly replied as flew out of the library and out of sight.
"See you later Lokluvfahin Nelru!"
"What did you just call her?"
"GORDON FUCKING BENNETT!"
Connor jumped in fright and clutched his chest. He looked around to find Twilight, who herself had jumped in fright at Connor's outburst.
"Oh Suvulaan Viim, it's only you," he replied getting up and closing the door.
"What?" she asked, watching him as he walked across the room to sit down on the sofa.
"Your name in Dovahzul is Suvulaan Viim. Rainbow Dash is Lokluvfahin Nelru, Applejack is Hild Ahvosiik, Fluttershy is Raan Lokaliin, Rarity is Sogaal Nahkiviik and Pinkie Pie is Sufolbrot Naariv."
"What about Spike?" she asked taking the seat next to him.
"Zeik. I'm Doklokaliin Viskfrod, which roughly translates to Dog lover festival field."
"Why does your name translate to that?
"Connor is an Irish and Scottish male given name, anglicised from the Celtic word Conchobhar, meaning lover of hounds. Wakefield is a city in England that probably evolved from the Old English word wacu, meaning a watch or wak; and feld, an open field in which a wake or festival was held. Oh and Spitfire's is Shikyol."
Twilight was furiously writing everything down, ever eager to learn more and more. Connor started to wonder if her brain had enough room to store all the knowledge she would possess.
"Do you think you could teach me a few things?"
"Sure. You might only learn a few phrases and I'm no teacher."
"That's fine, I'd just like to surprise Spike one time."
"Where is Spike?"
"He's with the Cutie Mark Crusaders."
"Ah, those three. They're quite the handful."
"They're always getting into mischief, trying to find ways to get their cutie marks."
Twilight heard laughing from next to her.
"Something funny Connor?"
"I was just wondering what I'd be like with a......cutie mark. Could you imagine me with butt stamps on my butt cheeks?"
"What did I say about calling them butt stamps?"
Connor and Twilight jumped in fright though they both quickly recovered.
"Oh hi Milkshake."
She flew in front of Connor, stood on her hind legs and leant forwards towards Connor; resting her hooves on his shoulders.
"What did I say about calling cutie marks butt stamps?" she asked grumpily.
"You said not to do it," he groaned.
"It looks like you'll be washing the dishes for the next week."
Connor groaned even louder, "Why don't we just use the dishwasher?"
"We are using the dishwasher. It's called Connor."
Connor pouted and folded his arms, "Very funny Milkshake. Maybe you should take a second job as a stand up comedian."
"I think I just might."
It was now late afternoon and Connor and Spitfire were in the kitchen with Twilight and Spike preparing tea. Roast chicken breast, Yorkshire puddings (to be made by Connor) and vegetables. Spitfire was currently cutting carrots into slices whilst Connor was peeling and cutting the potatoes ready to be roasted. Spike was assisiting Twilight with the cauliflower, Brussels sprouts and the rest of the veg.
"When are the girls arriving?" asked Connor.
"Around five," replied Twilight, placing the cauliflower into a pan.
"I got some wine earlier to have during tea," added Spitfire.
"Red or white?" asked Connor.
"Both."
"Good girl."
"I thought you'd approve."
Five o'clock rolled around and tight on cue the library door opened and in walked the other five girls, all shivering from the cold biting wind and rain. They quickly entered and closed the library door keeping the cold weather out and the warm, toasty temperature of the library in.
They each took off waterproof raincoats they were wearing and hung them up on nearby hooks.
"Hi girls," Twilight aid as she walked over to her friends.
"HI TWILIGHT!" yelled Pinkie, "HI CONNOR!"
"Hi Pink-"
Connor was cut of as the crazy ink pony launched herself at Connor and gave him a very tight bear hug, slowly squeezing him tighter and tighter. Connor couldn't return the hug due to his arms being imprisoned inside Pinkie's death hug.
"Pinkie," Connor wheezed out, "Can't breath."
"Oh sorry Connor," she said as she let go of him and dropped to the floor, "I keep forgetting you're squishier than a pony."
Pinkie bounced away into the kitchen before Connor could respond. He shook his head in amusement, "That mare gets crazier and crazier."
"Indeed darling."
"Hi Rares. Brought something with you?" he asked noticing her bags.
"Yes, something for you and Spitfire."
Rarity levitated out the bags' contents and revealed two items.
"I made these raincoats for you and Spitfire. I was planning on giving you both them another time but since you are here now I thought I may as well give you them while you're here."
Connor and Spitfire each took their respective coats. Connors was red raincoat with dark yellow and orange highlights, mimicking fire, and popper buttons. The coat went down to his mid-thighs and the colour scheme matched his hair. There were also holes in the back to allow his wings through.
Spitfire was also red with 'fire' highlights, popper buttons and tie-belt. The coat covered her body including barrel and covered her forelegs but 'skirt like' when covering her hind legs. Like Connor's coat there were holes for her wings as well as another hole for her tail.
Each coat had a hood as well, Spitfires' with what looked like pony ears but where in fact spaces on the inside for her ears; so that they wouldn't get squashed when the hood was up.
"Rarity they look great, thanks."
"No problem darling. I made one each for the girls and Spike. We shouldn't let rain stop us from going out and about and it's no good getting all wet and cold doing so, hence why I made these."
"Well we appreciate it Rarity," he replied hanging the coat up, "How are you Fluttershy?"
"I'm OK," she replied quietly, "It's nice to see you again."
"It's nice to see you to."
Before they could start a conversation, Spike's voice boomed out of the kitchen.
"TEA'S READY!"
Everyone quickly made their way to the kitchen and sat themselves down. Twilight and Connor went over to the oven and hob to bring everything over to the table. Steam billowed from the food the moment Twilight removed the pan lids.
"Twilight it smells splendid," Rarity complimented.
"It wasn't all me. Spike, Spitfire and Connor helped out. Connor made the Yorkshire puddings."
"Best thing in a roast are the Yorkshires."
Everyone helped themselves to food, filling up their plates. Fluttershy unsurprisingly didn't have any of the chicken. Twilight poured everyone except Spike a glass of wine each with all but Spitfire and Rarity having white wine. Spike instead had some Sweet Apple Acres Apple Juice.
"So Connor, what are you doing tomorrow since you'll be staying here a couple of days?" asked Rainbow.
"I'm not sure, probably just have a look round. Meet a few ponies and see how they're getting on."
"You could help me a Sugarcube Corner, I'm sure the cakes won't mind," Pinkie suggested as she filled her plate with steaming vegetables.
"I could but I don't really know how to bake."
"That doesn't matter, I'll show you how."
"Aren't there rules and regs regarding working in a kitchen?"
"Only with health and safety."
"So I could help you then without any legal issues?"
"Yep."
"Great."
"Don't forget about our Spa outing. Fluttershy is looking forward to it," Rarity said.
"She is?" he asked before looking at Fluttershy, "You are?"
Fluttershy nodded, "I haven't spent much time with you lately. It will be so nice to be pampered with you."
Connor could hear snickering from Rainbow, Spitfire and Applejack.
"Why don't any of the others join us?" he asked, not wanting to suffer alone.
"No can do partner, ah have a lot o' trees that need buckin'."
Connor looked to Rainbow, "I'm on weather duty."
He looked to his marefriend, "Sorry Sleepy Head, Cherilee asked me earlier to give a lesson on Wonderbolt history at the school."
He then looked to Twilight who giggled, "I'm sorry too Connor, but I have a report to write to Princess Celestia."
He looked to Pinkie in one last hopeful attempt at enlisting support, "Sorry Connor, but I'm baking cakes all day tomorrow."
Connor felt deflated. He could feel his wings droop and he slumped forwards slightly, poking his food.
"Don't worry Connor," Rarity said cheerily, "It's not that bad. Besides, I thought you enjoyed going to the Spa?"
Connor didn't immediately answer.
"I like my wings getting preened and fluffed up. And maybe my hair styled."
The girls all looked at each other with raised eyebrows before looking at Connor.
"What?" he asked seeing them look at him.
"So you admit you like going to the Spa?" asked Rarity.
"I like getting my wings preened and fluffed up and getting my hair styled," he repeated.
"But you don't deny you like going?" asked Rainbow.
Connor cut up his chicken breast and began eating it, "I like getting my wings preened and fluffed up and getting my hair styled."
"Admit it, you like the Spa."
Connor let out a prolonged groan, "Fine I admit I like it. I like getting pampered and........getting pampered."
"Awwww, there there Connor," replied Fluttershy sweetly as she gently rubbed his back, "We can go to Spa tomorrow to make you feel better."
"Can we get the full treatment?"
"Of course. We'll get a mud bath, hooficure, wing preening, mane styling, massages....the whole works."
"Shall we go in the afternoon?"
Fluttershy and Rarity looked at each other and nodded, "Yes. We'll go in the afternoon. We'll come and get you from Sugarcube Corner at let's say......one o'clock?"
"That's fine with me, Rarity?"
"Perfectly fine with me darlings."
"Then it's settled," Fluttershy continued, "We'll pick you up at one o'clock and treat you to a luxurious pampering at the Spa."
"Thanks girls."
Though Connor would never admit it, he liked going to the Spa far more than he let on.
As a matter of fact.
He loved it.
Connor and Spitfire woke up groggily as heavy rain pounded against the window. Rarity's new coats would come in helpful today. He slowly got out of bed and slipped on a new flight-suit he left behind the last time he was at Twilights', 'just in case'. He clipped the metallic belt firmly in place followed by Wonderbolt boots, though these ones had the opposite colour scheme than the others i.e. they were yellow with a blue bolt around the top. The gloves he put on also had the same colour scheme.
Pinkie had spoken to the Cakes the night before and they agreed to let Connor help out under Pinkie's supervision. Pinkie excitedly informed Connor the night before by stuffing a chocolate bun in his mouth.
Mostly.
Her first attempt missed his mouth however and smeared one of his cheeks.
Spitfire helped clean him up though.
By licking his cheek clean.
Much to the amusement of Twilight.
After a quick breakfast of strawberry jam on toast and a strong coffee, he headed off to Sugarcube Corner.
Connor made his way towards Sugarcube Corner, passing a few ponies along the way who were setting up shop for the day. He entered Sugarcube Corner and where greeted by Pinkie Mrs Cake.
"Hello there Connor," said Mrs Cake with a cheerful smile, "Thank you for coming over."
"No problem Mrs Cake."
"Come on Connor, let's get baking!" yelled Pinkie excitedly.
Connor suddenly felt himself being dragged into the kitchen. He washed his hands as Pinkie go out all the necessary ingredients, pots and utensils that would be needed.
"Turn around Connor."
Connor did so and realised Pinkie was putting an apron on him.
"Do I have to wear one?"
"Yep. It's workplace rules."
"It's bright pink and frilly! And suspiciously proportioned for my physical form."
"Rarity made it for you."
"That's nice and all but did it have to be so pink and frilly?"
"Is there something wrong with the colour pink?"
"No," he said quickly.
"Is there something wrong with frills?"
"No," he replied, deciding to giving a safe answer.
"So there's nothing wrong with this pink, frilly apron Rarity made for you?"
"No. No, definitely not."
Pinkie beamed with joy, "That's great, Rarity will be pleased. Now stay still and let me tie it for you."
After a few seconds Pinkie had finished.
"It's a little tight," he moaned.
"And double knotted. Now come on Connor, there's lots of ponies who need cake and we're going to bake them cake."
Connor and Pinkie set to baking cakes and pastries that were required and soon found a working rhythm together. As soon as one batch went into the oven, they started on the next. Just as the second batch was about to go into the oven it was time for opening. Several ponies walked in ready for a quick morning snack before work or whatever it is they're going to do. Connor and Pinkie brought through the freshly baked cakes and pastries and placed behind the glass counters and some in the store window.
Several ponies took notice of Connor, who was placing several full cakes in the display window. None of them said anything about the apron though. He finished putting the cakes in the display window and went back into the kitchen where he saw Pinkie walk over to a side table where he saw some lunch had been prepared for him and Pinkie. A couple of glazed cinnamon rolls and a large white chocolate mocha.
"This looks like a nice set up Pinkie," commented Connor smiling.
"Thanks Connor. I made you a white chocolate mocha," replied a beaming Pinkie. Her expression changed and wad replaced with worry, "You do like that drink don't you?"
"I've never tried it. But, there's a first time for everything."
Connor lifted the mocha to his lips and took a sip.
"Bloody hell that's good, who made it?"
A beaming smile once again adorned Pinkie's face, "Thanks Connor!"
She bounced forward to give Connor another bone crushing hug, accidentally knocking her drink over Connor in the process.
"Whoops! Sorry Connor. Good thing you still had your apron on otherwise your super-duper flight-suit would've been ruined."
"Don't worry about it Pinkie, it was an accident."
Pinkie got a damp cloth and wiped it clean within seconds.
"There you are Connor."
"Thanks Pinkie."
The two heard the door chime go off.
Pinkie bounced away to see who it was.
Connor heard Pinkie voice from the kitchen.
"Oh hi Rarity! Hi Fluttershy!"
He started to panic. He quickly tried to remove his apron but had no success in undoing the strings.
Damn it! Pinkie's tied them too well!
Every tug and pull seemed to make the knots tighter.
"Come on! Come on! Untie you stupid thing!" he 'shouted' quietly to himself.
"Something wrong Connor?"
Connor froze and slowly turned around to the source of the voice.
All colour drained from his face when he saw Pinkie, Rarity and Fluttershy.
Pinkie still had the same beaming smile as always, Fluttershy was smiling sweetly and Rarity was almost bursting with joy.
"Connor darling you look wonderful!"
Connor went beat red. Again.
"Yeah....I'm sure I do," he said quietly.
Rarity though, noticed his embarrassment and as to why and acted quickly, "Don't worry Connor. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
Connor sighed, "No, I suppose not. I can't untie it, could one of you do it? I think Pinkie tied it too well."
"Of course we can. Turn around," Rarity instructed.
Connor did so and quickly felt the apron being untied and removed.
"Thanks. I felt a bit silly wearing it."
"Why so?"
"It's pink and frilly. Neither of which are particularly my thing."
"Maybe not, but no-pony will poke fun at you. Equestria isn't like that."
"I suppose so. It probably comes from growing up on Earth. People there can be very judgemental. But, let's not go into all that. We have a Spa date do we not?"
"Indeed we do darling, so let's not waste another moment and put our best hoof forward."
After thanking Pinkie for the lunch, Connor went with Fluttershy and Rarity to the Spa. The trio walked in and were greeted by the Spa sisters.
"Mr Wakefield, it's such a pleasure to have you here again," Lotus said as she walked up to him, "Are you here for treatment?"
"Yes, the full deluxe treatment."
Aloe's and Lotus's eyes lit up in delight.
"That's magnificent Connor!" Aloe replied, "Miss Rarity and Miss Fluttershy will be joining you I presume?"
"Absolutely. The Deluxe treatment for the three of us."
"Then come right this way."
A few hours later and a pampered Connor walked out of the Spa feeling newly refreshed. The Spa ponies took the liberty of cleaning his flight suit for him during his mud bath, meaning he could wear a fresh and clean suit for a fresh and clean body.
He was just fastening his new raincoat when Rarity spoke to him.
"Connor darling, did you enjoy yourself?"
"As much as I don't want to admit it, yeah. I enjoyed myself," he replied as he put his hood up.
"Splendid, though it is a pity we can't do it together more often."
"We could make it a monthly thing if you like?"
Rarity squealed in delight, "That's a splendid idea darling, what about you Fluttershy?"
"I'd love to have Connor join us regularly."
"Then it's settled. Connor will join us once a month, at least, for a pampering at the Spa. Shall we say a month on Saturday?"
"That's fine with me," replied Connor.
It was still mid-afternoon when they left the Spa and the weather was still miserable. Rainy and cold. There were few ponies about due to the rain, most decided to stay at home and all the market stalls were closed due to the weather. The trio were making their way to a local restaurant for something to eat and to get out of the cold weather.
They entered the establishment and hung their coats up on hooks provided when the maître d' approached them.
"Good afternoon Monsieur and Mademoiselles, welcome to L'ail et l'oignon."
Connor managed to stifle a snicker.
L'ail et l'oignon, ha, brilliant. It would be like calling a German cafe Die Wurst und Bier.
"Mademoiselle Rarity, Mademoiselle Fluttershy,, I see you have brought a friend with you. A gorgeous one at that."
He seems rather friendly for a Prenchman.
"Yes he is, but he's taken," Rarity politely said.
"Too bad. But, I wouldn't dare steal such a gorgeous stallion from somepony."
Rarity and Fluttershy giggled.
"Would you like three seats?"
"Yes please."
The maître d' lead them to a table and pulled out the chairs for the girls. Connor sat himself down, causing the maître d' to pout a little. They each took a menu the maître d' hoofed to them and browsed what was available.
The maître d' left them to decide for a few minutes whilst he tended to other guests. There wasn't a huge variety but still a reasonable amount of options that will will leave few disappointed.
"Found anything you like Connor?" asked Rarity.
"I think I'll have the.........Roasted chestnut & herb pesto pasta with mushrooms. And for a drink I'll just have a pot of tea."
"Very well darling. What about you Fluttershy?"
"The same as Connor."
"Well then I guess I'll have it too."
The maître d' returned to take the orders.
"Are you ready to order my dears?"
"Absolutely darling, we'll have three roasted chestnut & herb pesto pasta with mushrooms and a pot of tea each."
"Of course my dear. I shall bring your tea immediately and your meals should be ready in around twenty to thirty minutes."
He trotted off the fetch the tea and was back within a couple of minutes. Rather than three small pots he brought one large pot that could hold 8-10 cups. He placed a cup and saucer down in front of each of them, getting close to them as he did so. Connor included.
"Here you are sweetums, enjoy."
Connor felt the maître d' was genuinely a little upset over himself being taken, but even if he wasn't; Connor is straight and wouldn't be able to return those kind of feelings anyway.
"Don't worry about him Connor," Rarity said, seemingly guessing what he was thinking, "He'll get over it."
"Is he like this with all stallions?"
"Only the one's he likes. But don't worry, he won't try anything. He may flirt a little but nothing more than that."
Twenty minutes later their meals arrived, and the maître d' was as flirty as Rarity predicted.
"Here you are Honey Bunny, enjoy."
He walked away and 'accidentally' brushed Connor with his tail.
Rarity and Fluttershy had a hoof to their mouths, stifling giggles.
Connor shook his head at their silliness and started his meal.
"So girls, what have you both been doing lately?"
"Most of the usual. Designing and making dresses and suits."
"I've been looking after the animals mostly. I did another bunny census recently."
"Any increase in the population?"
"Only a little increase."
"What about Ponyville, anything interesting been happening?" he asked taking a sip of tea.
"It's Ponyville darling. Interesting things seems to happen frequently in this town."
"No doubt causing your insurance premiums to go up."
"You've no idea darling, they're starting to become so frequent there's now a special policy specifically for Ponyville residents."
"That'll be handy, or hoofy. Heh heh, hoofy."
Fluttershy and Rarity rolled their eyes at his poor joked, "Very funny darling. Though I recommend not quitting your day job."
"Ouch," Connor replied, "Not a fan of my jokes then."
"Not really darling," replied Rarity, "But keep practising and I'm sure one day I may take a, slight interest."
"Has anyone ever told you how cold you can be Rarity?" he asked jokingly.
Rarity giggled, "Oh Connor, I can be much colder than that."
"How cold?"
"Keep telling horrible jokes and you'll find out."
The three of them shared a laugh, revelling in each other's good humour. They continued with their meals whilst chatting amongst themselves, Connor telling some funny stories about Luna and how she hides Jammie Dodgers around Canterlot Castle for 'emergencies'. Celestia does the same thing with cakes.
Before long they had cleaned their plates and the maître d' cleared the plates away, again 'accidentally' brushing Connor with his tail.
Connor took the playful behaviour with good humour. The maître d' was just being friendly in his own unique way and getting angry about it would be a bit of an overreaction. Not to mention he'd probably scare him for a good long while if he did yell at him, and possibly ruin his confidence in approaching stallions in the future.
The maître d' brought the bill over as requested and Connor, insisted he pay for it. All 390 bits of it. The meals were 100 bits each and three teas at 30 bits each made up the sum. Connor threw in a generous tab for the maître d'. 510 bits to be precise, prompting the maître d' to call Connor 'Honey Bunny' once more.
Connor got the feeling it would be a name that stuck.
"Goodbye François," Rarity said to the maître d'.
"Au revoir Mademoiselle Rarity, Au revoir Mademoiselle Fluttershy," he said as he kissed their hooves.
He then turned to Connor, "Au Revoir Honey Bunny. Merci for the generous tip, I will put it towards some lovely cologne I'm sure you'll love."
"Vous êtes les bienvenus, au revoir François," Connor replied shaking his hoof.
François's eyes lit up like the Eiffel Tower on a night, "Il parle Prançais! Il parle Prançais!"
François said it again and again as he walked back into the restaurant.
"Well he seems to be in fine mood," Connor commented as he fastened his raincoat hood.
"Indeed he does, Honey Bunny," Rarity replied.
"Yeah yeah, keep it up Marshmallow."
Rarity gasped,"How did you know about that?"
"I have my ways."
"You must tell me!"
Connor shook his head.
Rarity harrumphed, "I'll get you back for this Connor mark my words."
"Oooooooh."
Rarity gave Connor a chilling smirk, "Just so you know, I'm aware of Princess Celestia's intention to commission me to make you a dress should she catch you eating her cakes."
The chill going up his spine froze him to his core, "You are?"
"Yes. And let's just say that if circumstances result in me being commissioned, I will make sure you have the most feminine dress I can make."
"I wouldn't look good in a dress," he replied trying to dissuade her, "It would be a waste of your time, resources and talent."
Rarity laughed, "I can make you look good in a dress Connor, believe me."
Connor laughed nervously, "No you can't. You're joking."
Rarity turned to Connor and looked him square in the eyes, "Try me......Honey Bunny."
Rarity and Fluttershy went back to their homes after thanking Connor once again for spending time with them. Connor was happy to oblige them and was genuinely looking forward to going to the Spa with them next time.
He was walking back to the library when he was joined by a familiar face.
"Hey there."
Connor turned around, "Oh hi Milkshake. Going back to the library?"
"Yep, did you enjoy yourself at the Spa?"
"Yeah it was great. We went to L'ail et l'oignon afterwards."
"I heard François took a liking to you."
Connor snapped his head to Spitfire, "How did you hear about that?"
"A mare has her ways......Honey Bunny."
Connor rolled his eyes, "Yeah yeah very funny. How do you even know about that nickname?"
Spitfire was about to answer before Connor continued, "A mare has her ways, yeah I know."
Spitfire giggled. Connor was easy to wind up but in a joking, friendly way.
"What have you got with you?" Connor asked noting a large paper bag on her hooves.
"Just a little something for us later. Banana milkshakes and chocolate chip shortbread biscuits."
"We'll have them tonight of you like?"
"Sure. The milkshakes are in enchanted cups that keep everything fresh."
"Good good. Off milk is absolutely disgusting."
The pair entered the warmth of the library and hung their coats up. Spitfire took a good look at Connor's hair and wings. They both definitely looked better than in the morning and she noted there were some more highlights in his hair.
"Connor, I see your hair has more colour in it."
"Yeah I had some yellow's and oranges added, make it look a bit like yours, though if I wanted it to stand on end like yours I'd have to fly through a thundercloud."
Spitfire punched him on the arm.
"Or I could just put some gel in it, that would be much better."
"Yes it would."
"Oh hi you two."
Spitfire and Connor turned around to see Twilight walk down the stairs.
"Hi Twilight, what've you been up to?"
"Just writing my report to the Princess. How about you? Did you enjoy yourself with Fluttershy and Rarity?"
"Yeah we had a great time. We're going again next month."
Twilight's eyes lit up in joy, "Great! Maybe we should all go sometime."
Connor raised an eyebrow sceptically, "Can you really see Applejack or Rainbow entering a Spa, let alone get a treatment there?"
"I'm sure we could think of a way."
"Are you sure about that, this is Applejack and Rainbow we're talking about."
"It will be difficult yes but not impossible."
Spitfire and Connor followed Twilight into the lounge area and sat themselves down. Twilight lit some candles as the grey clouds and rain made the library interior look like the middle of the night. She paced glass covers over the candles which were enchanted to amplify the candle light.
"There, much cosier now."
Instead of Twilight cooking tea, she suggested going to a local pub where tonight, it was music night. Connor was almost beside himself in excitement. He loved going to the pub whenever he got the chance. By amazing coincidence, Ponyville's local pub was called the Rose and Crown. A common pub name in England. It was approaching even o'clock and as usual, it was packed. As is usual at this time.
The booze is just as good as the stuff in Yorkshire, much to Connor's delight. Good, proper ale. Not the flouncy, weak, rancid rat piss that the Soft Southern Fairies of England pass off as beer. Those weak simpletons would get legless over half a shot-glass of shandy, unlike up north where the locals could make it to double figures of Carlsberg Special Brew before feeling even remotely tipsy.
"Hey Connor, here for the music night ?" asked John Smith (definitely a pony and definitely his birth name), the bar stallion and owner of the Rose and Crown. He had dark brown fur and a white mane and tail.
"Absolutely my good pony. Pint of smooth ale please."
"Certainly my good man."
John pulled a pint of Equestria's finest bitter and handed to Luke.
"Could you put it on a tab and I'll pay at the end of the evening?"
"Sure thing," replied John, "You'll like the food on offer tonight. An all you can eat carvery."
Every weekly music night there was free food provided you bought drinks. It was different each week. Some nights it was curry and other times it was pizza.
But a carvery was Connor's favourite.
"Hey Connor, good to see you tonight."
Connor turned around to see Vinyl Scratch with Octavia, Lyra and Bon Bon.
"Hey Vinyl. Hey girls, great to see you here tonight."
"Great to see you again Connor," replied Lyra, "Are you going to get shit faced?"
"You know me Lyra, I'm a Yorkshireman. I were born pissed," he said as he took a sip of his pint, "Champion."
The girls laughed and went over to the bar to get their round of drinks. A pint of smooth each and several packs of pork scratchings and dry roasted peanuts. Connor decided to wait until the carvery was ready to stuff his face. The band would start at around 8pm and finish around midnight.
Connor had been to countless nights like these before. Quiz night, music night, karaoke night, meat bingo and so on. Both before and after he came to Equestria. Going to the pub was what he probably missed the most about Yorkshire. Going every Tuesday and Friday night and meeting like minded pissheads alcohol enthusiasts.
The carvery came around and Connor piled his plate high with meat and vegetables finished off with generous amount of gravy. He had just ordered his third pint as the music night began to get under way. This night they were a band from a small town not too far from Ponyville.
It didn't matter that they weren't world famous or ludicrously wealthy. They were a good band that toured the pubs of towns, villages and cities for the sole purpose of playing music and enjoying themselves.
The band started to set up their equipment when some very familiar faces appeared.
"Hey hey everypony!"
"PINKIE!" yelled the entire pub crowd.
Pinkie bounced into the pub followed by the other girls, except for Twilight (because she came with Connor and Spitfire).
"Hi girls," Twilight said as she trotted over to them," Here for music night?"
"They are," Rainbow said, "I'm here for booze and food."
"A truly brilliant reason Rainbow," Connor said standing up and walking over.
"Hey Connor....or should that be Honey Bunny?" she asked, snickering.
"Not you as well."
"Don't worry Honey Bunny- I mean Connor, I'm just messing with you."
Connor just rolled his eyes, "Of course you are Dashiekins."
Rainbow pouted at that name.
"Anyway, the carvery's just been put out if you're hungry. If you want a drink just tell John to put it in my tab. My treat for you all"
Rainbow's beaming smile could brighten even the darkest of days, "Oh sweet! Thanks Connor!"
She flew off to the bar and ordered some dry cider. The other girls added their thanks and ordered their own drinks. Rarity a white wine, Applejack a cider, Fluttershy a Gin and Tonic, Twilight an ale, Pinkie a Pear Cider and Spitfire got a brandy.
After the carvery ended at around 8pm, it was time for the band to start. They had quite a good few tunes as far as Connor was concerned. One sounded similar to 'Whiskey In The Jar'.
The night was going well and the band announced it was time for the audience to have their go at performing.
Connor felt a lump in his throat.
He had that horrible feeling he would be forcibly coerced into getting up on stage.
"Hey Connor why don't you have a go?!" Pinkie yelled loud enough for everyone in the pub to hear.
Damn.
"No thanks. I can't sing."
Everypony looked at him like he'd gone daft.
"What do you mean you can't sing? Everypony can sing," Lyra said trotting over to Connor.
"Everypony maybe, but I can't."
"Have you ever sang before?" Lyra asked.
"Yes, at school but only because we were forced to."
"So why can't you do it now?"
"My balls dropped," he answered bluntly. Before anypony could continue to coerce him he continued speaking, "Look I get what you're all trying to do but please respect my choice not to take part."
"Don't worry Connor, "Spitfire said wrapping a reassuring foreleg around him, "No-pony will force you. We're just little shocked at what you said. I guess we're so used to what's normal for us ponies we forget things may be different for other races. Yes you're technically a pony, but you grew up as a human in a human world and as such have a different culture than us."
Connor felt like a great weight had been lifted. Having Spitfire come to his aid and support him meant a great deal to him. Had she joined the other ponies and 'encouraged' him to have a sing-song he probably would have just paid his tab and walked out.
He wouldn't have broken up with her, but he would have been hurt by her actions.
"Thanks Spits," he replied giving her a kiss on the forehead.
Spitfire blushed lightly.
The pub ponies 'awwwww'ed in unison.
"I'll go up," Lyra said, "I don't mind performing."
Lyra walked up onto the small stage and started singing a song Connor was unfamiliar with. It was a decent enough tune and Lyra was a good singer. Far better than Connor. He was much better playing tunes, specifically the piano and organ.
There was a stomping of hooves as Lyra finished and got down from the stage. Another pony got up and another song started. Connor didn't recognise him though.
After a few more ponies had a go at singing and Connor paid a visit to the men's room, he came back into the pub to find many sets if large pony eyes looking at him. He was unsure why though, he had definitely zipped up his flight suit.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"No," Lyra replied, "But we've found out you can play the piano."
"So."
So.....play us something."
"Why?"
"We'd all like to hear some human piano music."
Connor sighed. These ponies would just not let up.
"I'm not good at performing in front of others, I get anxiety and feel uncomfortable."
"Don't worry about that," Lyra said, "There's nothing to be nervous about. Many of the ponies who performed tonight were feeling nervous."
Connor sighed internally.
I suppose I could try. I did it at Fancy's, and Spitfire will be here to support me.
"Fine, I'll play something. Just let me think of something."
There was cheering and stomping of hooves as Connor went over to the piano. Connor felt something hug him.
It was Spitfire.
"You'll do fine Sleepy Head, don't worry."
"Thanks Milkshake," he replied giving her a kiss on the lips.
Connor sat himself down at the piano and thought of a brilliant, if difficult, piece to play.
Beethoven's Moonlight Soanata.
Everypony sat in stunned silence for several seconds.
"Who wrote that?" asked Lyra.
"A German composer called Ludwig van Beethoven. Considered one of the best composers in history."
"One of the best?" asked Octavia, "He writes something like that and he's considered only one of the best?"
"Indeed."
"Who's considered the greatest?" asked Twilight.
"Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus Mozart. Or as he's more commonly known, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart."
"Where did the name Amadeus come from?" asked Twilight.
"It's Latin, meaning 'One From God'."
"Can you play something by Mozart?"
"Mostly. His music is.......well, it's best to hear it for yourselves. I'll play something by Mozart next."
Again, everypony sat in stunned silence.
"Do you have any more music like this with you?"
"I have some, but not all. I'll bring them next time I come to Ponyville," he said as he stood up and went back to his seat from before, "Does Canterlot Castle have an organ?"
"Yes, a rather large one in fact," Twilight responded, "Why? Did you want to play us something on it?"
"Yes, specifically the works of Johann Sebastian Bach, arguably the greatest organist ever. He was slightly earlier than Mozart and Beethoven though. Bach was a composer during the Baroque period, Beethoven and Mozart were classical composers."
Connor didn't need to look to know that the furious scratching of a quill was coming from Twilight.
"Well, it's only ten thirty and this place doesn't close until midnight. You guys have more songs to perform don't you?"
The band nodded and got back on stage.
They started playing again after everypony ordered more booze. Connor in particular ordered another smooth ale and some pork scratchings. The band were playings songs that sounded a bit like the '60's band The Seekers, his dad having a few of their records.
He and Spitfire had an arm/foreleg wrapped around each other, enjoying the occasion. They'd be returning to Cloudsdale in the morning. Spitfire had to prepare for a trip with the 'Bolts and Connor had some coursework to complete. Luna had given him a magical lighter that, when lit would magically send his work to her similar to Spike's dragon fire.
Something which prompted him to nickname Spike, Frinbiirn. Hotmail, in Dovahzul.
Spike saw the funny side thankfully.
Not thankfully though, all good things must come to an end and it was time to wrap things up. It was now midnight which meant closing time.
Which meant lock in.
Technically illegal but never prosecuted, mainly due to the argument being it becomes a private party rather than a pub. Connor when paying his tab, 'accidentally' gave John too much money to pay for any drinks during lock in but insisted John keep the extra as a tip.
Most ponies had left, but a few remained. The one's remaining being Connor, Rainbow Dash, Thunderlane, Pinkie, Big Mac, Time Turner and a few others.
The other girls and Spitfire left to get some much needed sleep.
"So girls, did you enjoy yourself tonight?" Connor asked as he started his 11th pint of the night.
"Sure did," replied Rainbow, "Best music night yet."
"Is there a quiz night as well sometime?"
"Yeah, every Monday night."
"I'll have to come to one sometime. Next week maybe."
Two hours later, Connor, Pinkie and Rainbow stumbled out of the pub. Connor finally legless after 16 pints.
"Pity, I didn't have my laptop because I thought of a really funny prank," he slightly slurred out.
"Oh you need your laptop, here."
Pinkie reached into her mane and pulled out his laptop along with a couple of other things.
"How did you........never mind," Connor said. His brain in no state to work out Pinkie.
He took his laptop and accompanying miniature speakers, how Pinkie knew he needed them he didn't know,
"Come on guys, let's prank Twilight."
Rainbow and Pinkie began giggling.
"What are you going to do?" asked Rainbow.
Connor leaned in close to them and whispered his plans.
They both loved the idea and set to work immediately.
They snuck into the library and carefully into Twilight's room. Connor, carefully placed the speakers in concealed places in her bedroom and other places in the library. Using magic stuff he didn't understand, they were connected to his laptop in a manner similar to wifi.
The pranking trio left the library and hid themselves in a nearby bush.
Connor opened the music folders and selected the perfect song to play at 2.30am.
Because the speakers volume were turned up, Twilight got quite the wake up call.
Twilight woke up in a fright, her ears bombarded with the ferocious noise blasting from speakers.......
.....which she couldn't find.
"WHAT IN BLAZES IS THAT NOISE!"
Despite the loud music, Spitfire's voice could be heard above it all.
"I DON'T KNOW! I CAN'T FIND THE SPEAKERS!" Twilight yelled back.
Spike was still hard fast asleep.
Spitfire and Twilight searched frantically for the speakers. They pretty much turned the whole room upside down looking for them but had no success. As they were searching, Spitfire saw something out of the corner of her eye.
She motioned Twilight over.
They both had unamused hard stares at what they saw.
Outside, Connor, Pinkie and Rainbow Dash were splitting their sides laughing. Rainbow Dash in particular thought it was one of the best pranks ever. Their laughter soon faded when they saw the very grumpy frowns of Twilight and Spitfire.
"Oh shit, I think we're in trouble," Connor said to Rainbow and Pinkie.
"Yes you most certainly are," Twilight said.
Connor decided to stop the music now.
After he stopped it, Twilight stomped forward.
"Would you like to explain what you three were doing?"
"We were playing a prank, that's all?" Rainbow replied.
"Playing a prank! You've woken all of Ponyville up with your prank!"
"Have we?"
Twilight pointed her hoof in the direction of Ponyville to point out all the houses with lights on but found they were as dark and quiet as any other night.
"Fine. You may not have woken anypony in town up, but you still woke me and Spitfire up."
Connor sighed, "Sorry, I thought it would be funny."
"Well it wasn't."
"Sorry."
As much as Twilight wanted to be angry she couldn't bring herself to. The three pranksters meant no harm and targeted only her it seems, that and Twilight got the feeling that Connor seemed a little upset about something.
But what she didn't know.
"I know, but we'll talk about this in the morning. Come on you three, let's get you inside where it's warm."
Connor managed to stagger to his feet but his partners in pranking where fast asleep. Twilight picked them up in her magic and levitated them back to the library. Inside, she set them down on the sofa and draped a blanket over each of them.
Connor went with Spitfire to the guest bedroom and removed his flight-suit, with Spitfire's help, and slunk into bed.
He fell asleep immediately.
Spitfire, though not pleased at his little prank, could at least see the funny side of it.
"Never mind doing dishes for the next week, you can do them for the next month now. Goodnight Sleepy Head, oh and we'll enjoy our milkshakes and shortbread tomorrow."
She kissed him on the forehead and snuggled down nest to him under the bedsheets, cosying up to his warm body. |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 27 - The Morning After The Night Before | Look Simba, everything the light touches, is Yorkshire.
What about that dark place over there?
That is Lancashire Simba, you must never go there.
Connor suddenly felt hard prodding on his gut. He groaned in displeasure at the prodding and lazily waved away whatever was poking him and hid himself under the quilt. Twilight prodded and poked him several times with her hoof but to no avail. More drastic action was needed.
Twilight left the room for a moment and returned with a chalk board with her and began to scrape her hoof along the surface.
"ARRRRGH! STOP THAT AWFUL NOISE, MY HEAD HURTS!"
Twilight stopped scarping her hoof on the chalkboard and walked over to Connor, still under the quilt.
"Well it serves you right for that little prank you pulled."
"I said sorry," Connor mumbled from under the quilt. He felt like a herd of elephants had done the Riverdance on his brain.
"Get up Connor," Twilight said firmly.
Connor didn't move.
Twilight sighed and lit up her horn, using her magic to throw the quilt across the room.
"COLD! COLD!" he said juddering at the sudden temperature drop, "NAKED!"
"I gave you the chance Connor. Now," she said as she threw his Wonderbolt flightsuit at him, "Get dressed and come downstairs."
"You've seen me naked!"
"You've seen me naked, I'm even naked right now."
Connor thought for a moment, "Touche."
Twilight rolled her eyes and left the room, leaving Connor to get changed. He put on some underwear followed by the flightsuit and belt. He didn't intend to wear one every day but he would do as often as he could.
Why not? Might as well while I'm young and in great shape.
After slipping the suits boots on he went downstairs where he could smell breakfast being made. He walked into the kitchen to see Spitfire, Twilight, Spike, Rainbow and Pinkie.
"Hey Spits."
"Hey Sleepy Head, decided to get up did you?"
"Yeah. I decided it was better than listening to Twilight scrape a hoof on a chalkboard."
Spitfire laughed, "Well, we did try and wake you up but you were out like a light. We had to get more drastic."
"What time did you wake up?"
"About an hour before you."
"Surely it didn't take you an hour to wake me up?"
"It didn't, it took a few minutes."
"Then why the delay?"
"You were cuddling me."
Rainbow, Pinkie and Spike started snickering, prompting a scowl from Connor.
"Yeah he was," Spitfire continued, "He held me tight against his chest and cuddled me all night like teddy bear."
"No I didn't," he replied quickly, blushing.
"Yes you did," Spitfire said before turning to the others, "This morning every time I tried to get free he tightened his arms around me."
"Awwwww," the girls chorused.
"Well.........you shouldn't have such soft fur then. At least you didn't ruin my dream."
"What were yo dreaming about?" asked Spitfire.
"Mufasa was telling Simba the greatest piece of advice he could ever give him."
The assembled guests looked at Connor like he'd gone daft.
"What?" asked Rainbow.
"Mufasa told SImba never to go to Lancashire."
Everypony's faces was contorted in confusion. Even Pinkie. They looked amongst themselves and shrugged their shoulders, having no idea what Connor was on about.
"Here's your tea Connor," said Twilight placing a cup and saucer in front if him.
"Thanks Twilight."
Connor took a sip of tea and smiled in content.
"Good tea Twilight. Not as good as Yorkshire Tea but still good none the less."
"Err thanks?" Twilight responded, "Is this Yorkshire Tea good?"
Connor's eye twitched, "Is Celestia a good teacher?"
"YORKSHIRE TEA IS THAT GOOD?!"
"Yes it is. Just like the Yorkshire accent. For example, we say words in a certain way and can make for a very awkward situations. A brilliant example would be the use of the oh so innocent word 'couldn't'. Try saying it in a Yorkshire accent, i.e. contract it again, and you'll see why the Yorkshire accent is truly brilliant."
Twilight squinted in concentration and did as Connor said in her mind. Her eyes widened and she was about to speak when she was cut off by uproarious laughter from Rainbow Dash and Pinkie.
"That's really hilarious!"
Connor was trying not to laugh himself.
"Very funny Connor," Twilight said unamused, "Any more 'funny' things about your accent you'd like to share?"
Connor tapped his chin in thought.
"Tin Tin Tin."
"What?" Twilight asked completely perplexed.
"Tin Tin Tin. What was I saying?"
"Tin Tin Tin," Twilight replied.
"That's what I said but not what I said."
Twilight's face once more contorted in confusion.
"Connor I think you had a little too much to drink last night," Spitfire said, just as confused as Twilight.
"Oh believe me I could have drunk more but Smith had to close to get his beauty sleep."
"Once more, what is it I have to work out?"
"What I mean when I say 'Tin Tin Tin'."
Twilight scribbled everything down on some parchment and smiled confidently.
"How long do I have?"
"Shall we say a couple of weeks?"
"Sure thing Connor. I guarantee I will find the answer."
Connor chuckled, "No you won't."
"Yes I will."
"No you won't."
"Yes I will."
"No you won't."
Spitfire, Rainbow, Pinkie and Spike heads moved back and forth as they watched the verbal tennis match between Conner and Twilight.
"Yes I will."
"No. You. Won't!"
"Yes. I. Will," Twilight said clenching her teeth.
Connor smirked, "No you won't."
Twilight frowned and rubbed her chin with her hoof in deep thought.
"Connor, would you like to make a bet?"
"Sure."
"Loser, has to do whatever the winner says."
"Deal," said a grinning Connor.
"Do you both Pinkie promise?" asked Pinkie with a slightly intimidating look.
Twilight and Connor looked at each other and nodded, and promptly recited the Pinkie Promise.
"Cross my heart hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye," both said unison.
Pinkie bounced up and down jubilantly, "Yay! And remember, nopony or no human or human-with-pegasus-wings-and-pony-parents, ever breaks a Pinkie Promise. Understood?"
Connor and Twilight nodded sheepishly.
"So," Rainbow started, "What will you have each other do?"
"If I win," replied Connor, "Twilight has to........go through a whole week without writing a check list."
Twilight gasped and reeled back in shock, "You evil monster!"
"Yes I am an evil, check list depriving monster!"
The group shared a laugh at Connor's 'evil' requirement.
"So Twily Sprinkles, what will you have me do?"
"Hmmmmm, if I work it out you have to........."
"Yes?" Connor replied with intrigue.
"Wear a dress made by Rarity."
Connor scoffed, "What is it with you ponies and wanting to see me in a dress?"
"You could always forfeit the challenge and forget about beating me," Twilight suggested 'innocently' as she wrote on some parchment.
"Absolutely not!" Connor replied with conviction, "There is no point in conceding defeat in a bet I know I will win."
"Are you sure about that?" asked Twilight.
"What do you mean?"
Twilight smiled sweetly and innocently, "I've already worked it out."
Connor blinked, "Bullshit."
Twilight held up a piece of parchment with 'Tin Tin Tin' written and underneath, what she thought it meant. Connor took the parchment and looked at it for several seconds. He slowly put the parchment down on the table and slowly stood up.
"Connor, are you OK?" asked Spitfire.
Connor walked into the library foyer, took in an almighty deep breath and let out his response.
"FUUU-"
MEANWHILE IN CANTERLOT
Luna was raising up from the throne, ready to hand it over to her sister for Day Court when an almighty sound that could give the Royal Canterlot Voice and run for its money. They looked in the direction of the profanity and found themselves looking in the direction of Ponyville.
"Dear Faust," said Celestia in shock, "That was the loudest profanity I've ever heard."
BACK IN PONYVILLE
Connor marched back into the kitchen, the ponies and Spike still in a little shock at Connor's reaction. He took one, hard long look at Twilight.
"How the bloody hell did you work it out?"
Twilight smiled and shook her head, "Swearing in my library Connor, tut tut, for that you can add a lovely new tiara to your lovely new dress."
Connor scowled, "Stupid bet. I'm not wearing a silly dress."
"You have to, you made a bet," Twilight responded.
"AND YOU PINKIE PROMISED!"
"What would your fellow Yorkshiremen think if you went back on your word?" Twilight asked in a reverse psychology ploy.
Connor sighed in defeat. Twilight was on the ball though. A Yorkshireman who breaks his word is no Yorkshireman at all.
"Is there nothing I can do to get out of it?"
Twilight hummed thoughtfully to herself as she rubbed her chin with a hoof, "No, sorry. Consider it payback for that little prank you pulled last night."
"But Pinkie and Rainbow were involved, why don't they have to wear dresses?"
"They didn't make a bet with me."
Rainbow and Pinkie snickered and Connor became desperate to salvage the situation.
"Your friends love wearing dresses!"
"I DO NOT LOVE WEARING DRESSES!"
Everyone looked at Rainbow, now looking like a rabbit in headlights, who had her teeth glared and wings spread. She slowly slunk back down to her seat and quietly ate her porridge, eliciting inquisitive stares from the others. She deliberately avoided eye contact as she ate, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment.
"I didn't say you specifically did," replied Connor cautiously, "I just said Twi's friends do."
"Rainbow? Is there something you want to tell us?" asked Spitfire.
"Absolutely not!"
There was another few seconds of awkward silence.
"So," Twilight continued, looking away from Rainbow, "After breakfast you can go over to Rarity and tell her the wonderful news."
"And if I don't?"
Twilight looked to Spitfire in an attempt to elicit sisterhood support.
"If you don't," Spitfire said, "I'll-"
She scooted over to Connor and began whispering in his ear. The unremitting look of horror on his face let everyone know the consequences would be disastrous.
"So, are you going to be a good girl--I mean good boy and let Rarity make you a lovely dress, and then wear it?"
Connor nodded meekly.
Damn these adorable ponies. They're making me soft.
Twilight squeed and clapped her hooves, "Rarity will be so happy! Spike, would you personally let Rarity know that Connor will be joining her today?"
"Will I?"
He bolted off faster than Rainbow Dash, whilst Connor quietly ate his breakfast awaited his doom.
Connor was sat in the boutique whilst Rarity, Rainbow, Spitfire and Twilight were making preparations. Rarity was ecstatic about making a dress for Connor. Connor tried in vain to persuade her not to, explaining in his world that men don't wear dresses. Rarity refuted this stating they weren't in his world any more so that cultural norm wouldn't apply in Equestria. She also stated Ponies were very tolerant and accepting and said he could say it's normal where he's from and ponies would accept it.
The girls were sorting through the materials whilst Spike kept an eye on Connor.
"You OK dude?"
"I will be if you let me go."
"Sorry dude, ain't happening."
"What's not happening Spikey Wikey?" asked Rarity as she trotted over.
"Connor wants me to let him go."
Rarity looked at the tied up Connor, "Sorry darling. But after your escape attempt you can't be trusted."
Connor fidgeted on the chair, the tightly tied ropes providing almost no movement.
"Did Applejack really have to use so much rope? I mean tying my limbs together then tying me to the chair?"
Rope was bound tightly around his ankles, knees and wrists; with more rope wrapped tightly around his waist securing his arms behind his back. More rope was wrapped around his thighs, waist and chest and the corresponding parts of the chair, tying him tightly in place. His wings were also bound and his bound ankles secured to the rung of the chair. All done, a little too enthusiastically, by Applejack who then went on to give Spitfire lessons in making knots.
"Well if you didn't try to escape we wouldn't have to have tied you up would we?" Rarity giggled, "Now, behave yourself or I'll make you a very bright, very frilly pink dress complete with matching bonnet and parasol."
Rarity trotted away merrily leaving and terrified Connor with Spike.
"Dude...........she means it."
Connor believed him.
An hour later and a now only-just-untied Connor, who decided to not escape under threat of a frilly pink dress, was now out of his flight suit and being fitted for the dress. It was just him and Rarity in the boutique, Rarity insisting in confidentiality, even though the others had already helped pick things out.
"You know it's still not too late to back out, you don't have to go through with this," Connor said hopefully.
"Yes we do, you Pinkie Promised" Rarity said as she tugged at the hem, "Now stop fidgeting, I want this dress to be perfect. Believe me Connor, I can make anypony look fabulous, even human males in a dress."
"I don't even have the right body shape."
"Stop looking for excuses Connor. It's just us now, there no need to be shy about this."
Connor sighed as Rarity continued tugging at the dress.
"Bloody hell this is embarrassing."
Half an hour later Rarity had finished making final touches. It did scare him slight at how quickly she made it. He was going to ask how she did it but the answer scared him so greatly he decided not to. He could live with the mystery.
"There, all done."
Rarity finished with the dress. The red, strapless and sleeveless dress hugged Connor's figure tightly, but did not make his masculine figure obvious. Connor had lost a little weight since coming to Equestria, so a slimmer figure unfortunately for him made the dress look better. The dress itself was similar to that worn by Katniss in The Hunger Games, except the 'skirt' part of the dress started at his waist. Rarity had even cast a hair lengthening spell, with Connor's permission, and tied his hair into a bun. She tied it in pace with a fiery looking broach that nicely complemented his hair. For some reason when he went through his transformation several weeks ago he also lost (almost) all his body hair. No chest hair, no facial hair, no arm-pit hair........at least he never had to shave again. Though he would have preferred to know that before he bought his razor.
She did want to add make up but Connor implored her not to. Rarity agreed on condition he would wear gold bracelets and necklace. Seeing as that wasn't at all a problem he agreed. The bracelets and necklace were both 9 carat gold and polished to Rarity's high standards.
Connor was stood in front of a full length mirror, looking at his slightly effeminate self.
"So darling, what do you think?" asked Rarity, who was stood just beside the mirror.
Connor placed his hands on his hips, "Does this dress make me look fat?"
*SMACK*
"ARGH!"
Connor's cheek started stinging from Rarity's firm hoof.
"I will not have such an uncouth question in my boutique," she said with a scowl.
"Damn Rarity, that hurt," Connor replied massaging his cheek.
Rarity rolled her eyes, "I thought you Yorkshiremen were 'natural born hard-arses', as you so....eloquently put it."
"We are, it's Equestria that's turning me soft."
"Of course it is darling," replied Rarity unconvinced, "Now why don't you walk up and down, let me get a look to see if there's any adjustments I need to make."
Connor did so. Using common sense he kicked the front of the dress to avoid stepping on it as he walked. The dress felt annoyingly comfortable and fit annoyingly well.
"Well, Connor darling?"
"Well what?" asked a clueless Connor.
Rarity rolled her eyes, "How does it feel? And be honest lest you wish to try the alternative."
Connor gulped. He knew what the alternative was and had no intention of suffering it.
"It feels.....nice. Comfy," he replied, cheeks red with embarrassment, "....errr, yeah.....nice and comfy."
"Don't be embarrassed Connor, you do actually look quite good in it."
A groan escaped Connor lips, "Great, I look good in a dress. As a man I couldn't be happier."
A few more minutes passed while Rarity went to fetch her friends. Connor waited anxiously in the boutique, sitting on a chair behind a screen. He wasn't tied up this time though. There was little need as he had no attention of going outside dressed as he was. Double face palming he sighed tiredly.
"What did I do to deserve this?"
"Play loud music in the middle of the night."
Connor took his hands from his face and saw Rarity standing there, smiling cheerily.
"You wouldn't be in this situation now if you'd behaved yourself last night. Really Connor, getting drunk and playing loud music through hidden speakers."
Connor looked down, trying to avoid looking at Rarity.
"It was still funny," he mumbled to himself.
"Now, come on darling. Our friends are waiting in the front."
Connor stood up slowly and followed Rarity, dread building with each and every step he took.
"Just wait here," Rarity said.
Connor did as he was told. The less time he spent in front of the others in a dress, the better. His heart though, began pounding harder and harder as the trepidation grew and grew.
If my sisters saw me now.......
He shuddered at the thought. As much as he loved his sisters, he couldn't bear the thought of them seeing him like this and taking advantage of it. He was brought back to his senses by Rarity calling for him.
"You can come in now Connor."
Connor took in a deep breath before exhaling, attempting to calm himself.
He walked slowly forward, being careful not to step on the inside of the dress, and slowly opened the door. He went through and came from around the changing screen. Twilight, her friends, Spike and Spitfire were all waiting. They all watched as Connor came into view. Everyone held a hoof, or claw in Spike's case, to their mouths in an attempt to not laugh.
"Looking good Stiff Wings," Spitfire snickered, "May I have the first dance?"
Rainbow completely lost it and clutched her belly, guffawing heartily, "Y-y-you l-look really pretty, P-princess Connor!"
Tears of laughter fell down her face and she was soon joined by the others, though they didn't laugh as heartily as Rainbow.
"Yeah yeah, go ahead and laugh," Connor groaned, folding his arms, "Get it all out of your system."
They continued to laugh, much to Connor's growing annoyance. He started clenching his jaw in agitation, seething inside at the humiliation.
I only played a prank, I didn't go out of my way to humiliate anyone.
He began to walk towards the back room again but felt magic envelope his body. He only just prevented himself from shouting out.
"Connor darling, where are you going? We've only just started."
He was levitated back onto the chair he occupied earlier.
"You don't want us to tie you up again do you?"
Connor faked a smile, "No. I'll stay."
"Excellent darling," Rarity replied joyfully, "Don't go anywhere dears, I'll just go and make some tea."
Rarity trotted off into the kitchen, leaving Connor with the others. Though the laughter had died down, there was still some snickering going on. Connor deliberately avoided eye contact with all of them, angry that they had taken this too far. He didn't mind pranks, but being humiliated and being made a fool of did not sit well with him.
"Connor, what's with the mark on your cheek?" asked Twilight, "It looks like a hoof mark."
"Rarity smacked me for asking a question."
The ponies looked sceptical.
"That doesn't sound like Rarity," Twilight replied, "What did you ask?"
"Does this dress make me look fat?"
Rainbow burst into laughter, Twilight rolled her eyes.
"I don't think she meant it harshly, I'm sure she was just playing around."
Folding his arms in annoyance at what Twilight said, he fumed inside but kept a positive face as to not let the ponies know how he was really feeling. The others had a look around Rarity's boutique, trying on several hats an so on, leaving Connor alone. Not that he minded. Another minute or so later Rarity returned with a large tray filled with tea cups and saucers, two large pots of tea and some cake.
"Here you are darlings, tea's ready."
Everyone went over to the coffee table where Rarity set the tray down and magically began pouring everyone some tea.
"No tea for me Rarity, I'm not thirsty," Connor said as politely as he could. He wasn't not thirsty, but he didn't want a drink given the situation he was in.
Rarity was a little taken back by what he said.
"Oh....well OK."
The others looked amongst themselves and shrugged their shoulders.
Connor sat in silence whilst the others talked amongst themselves about mundane things.
This is going to be a long day he thought.
Four agonising hours later it was finally time to leave. Connor was being helped out of the dress by Rarity who had also returned his hair to its natural state and original length. She had his flightsuit cleaned and dried which Connor was now putting back on behind a privacy screen. He was just fastening the belt as Rarity hung the dress up.
"I'll be sure to get this cleaned and returned to you as soon as I can."
"No need Rarity, I don't have anywhere to put it," he replied hoping to be rid of the thing.
"Oh, I thought you had a large walk-in wardrobe?"
Damn. Almost was rid of it.
"Yeah, I do."
"Then you can put it there. No need to let a lovely dress go to waste."
"Well if my sisters ever visit they'll be able to get plenty of use out if it. My second oldest sister is pretty much the same height as me so it should fit her, with a few minor adjustments."
Take the hint. Take. The. Hint.
That hope was dashed when he heard her laughing.
"Oh darling, this is YOUR dress. If your sisters ever wanted one, or many, I'd gladly make them."
Connor once again faked a smile. As much as he was angry about the humiliation he was put through, he valued his friendships with the ponies and didn't want to jeopardise it. He had already decided on how to get back at them.
"Well, I don't know if the opportunity to wear it again will come up......your efforts might have been for next to nothing."
Rarity waved a hoof dismissively, "Oh darling what reason do you need to wear it. Wear it just because."
Why do I get the feeling she may try to enforce that. Note to self, arrange an 'accident' that results in the dress being destroyed.
"I'll consider it."
No I won't.
"Splendid darling. Will you be returning to Cloudsdale now?"
"Yeah, go back and get tea ready."
"Having anything in particular?"
"Smoked haddock."
"Sounds delightful. Enjoy yourself deary. Bye now."
"Bye Rarity."
Connor walked out of the room and onto the main shop floor where the others were waiting. Spitfire got up and gave her coltfriend a hug and nuzzle.
"You looked good in that dress, pity you don't dress like that more often," she teased.
"Never going to happen. Just once was bad enough," he replied with a little venom.
Nopony replied to that, instead they just looked amongst themselves a little nervously.
"Well," Connor continued, "There's been enough fun for one day, I'm heading back. I'll see you guys later sometime."
He didn't give them any chance to reply as he put his bag around his waist and headed out of the boutique, quickly leaving a note in front of a ledger. Stepping outside, he discovered it was raining rather heavily.
"Perfect. Just. Fucking. Perfect."
He huffed and immediately took to the air, heading directly for Cloudsdale as fast as he could.
BACK IN THE BOUTIQUE
"Girls, did Connor seem.....agitated to you?" asked Twilight.
"Now that you ask, he did seem a little so," replied Spitfire.
They all looked at each other, each of them slowly coming to the same conclusion.
"Do you think we went too far?" asked Rainbow.
"Well you all did force him to come here, then tie him up after he tried to escape, then force him to wear a dress for several hours even though male humans don't wear dresses nor did he want to; so yeah, I think we went too far," replied Pinkie.
Everyone looked at Pinkie, her pointing each thing out making it clear why Connor seemed to be like he was.
"Then we all laughed at him," she added, "That must have really hurt."
"I wonder what he left," Twilight said aloud, trotting over to the ledger.
She levitated the note over to herself and saw it was a sealed scroll and addressed to Rarity.
"It's for you Rarity," Twilight replied as she levitated it over to her.
Rarity took the scroll out of Twilight's magic with magic of her own, opened the scroll and read it.
Her face became downcast as she read the note, something everyone else in the room noticed.
"Rarity, is something wrong?" asked Twilight.
Rarity looked up, trying her best not to cry. Putting on a brave face for her friends, she replied as happily as she could.
"No darlings, nothing's wrong but I do need to close early to work on an important project."
The others all looked at each other and nodded.
"We understand," replied Twilight, "We'll leave you to your work. Everypony else can come to the library if they wish. Bye Rarity."
"Bye Rarity," the others chorused.
"Bye darlings."
Rarity watched as they left. She walked over to the boutique door and locked it. Sighing sadly she walked into the backroom and put the note on her desk before walking over to the dress that Connor wore.
She took the dress in her magic, and promptly began to destroy it. With angry tears, she ripped the dress six ways from Sunday. Tearing away strip after strip, in a matter of seconds what was once a fine dress was now a pile of useless rags.
Tears streamed down her face as she looked at her creation.
She ran to her bedroom and threw herself on her bed, burying her head into her pillow and crying her eyes out.
MEANWHILE IN CLOUDSDALE
A seething Connor almost bust the door he opened it with such force. Pissing wet through from the rain, he closed the door and went upstairs and immediately started packing a bag containing some clean clothes and some toiletries.
It took no longer than a minute or so before he went back outside and took to the air again.
Dear Rarity (and her friends if they read this)
Thank you all so kindly for your treatment of me today. I thoroughly enjoyed being humiliated and demeaned by you all. Tying me up? Forcing me to wear a dress? And then laughing at me? I had a swell time with it all. No reason whatsoever to feel angry about it.
Rarity, that order I made the other day? Cancel it. If it's made I will either destroy it or deliberately not wear it.
If you make it, it will be your loss as I shall not pay for it.
I have never felt so humiliated. Even Bluebloods' actions in the hospital pale in comparison. He was being the arsewipe that he is, you are all supposed to be my friends (and marefriend in Spitfire's case) yet none of you came to my defence. You used me losing the bet as an excuse to back me into a corner and use my principle of keeping my word to get revenge for a harmless prank.
My prank harmed no-one and humiliated no-one.
You lot went out of your way to do both to me without considering how I felt about it. For ponies who preach love and tolerance you can be very insensitive little jerks. And 'playing around' Twilight? Have you ever had a hoof smack you around a bare cheek bone?
IT REALLY FUCKING HURTS!!
Anyway I'm going away for a few days. Don't bother coming after me, I'm not interested in hearing from ANY of you.
Your so-called friend Connor.
Twilight put the letter down after reading it to everyone. They all had downcast faces and Spitfire looked the saddest of them all.
"We really did go too far," Rainbow said, "Did he say where he was going?"
"No," replied Twilight sadly, "Even if he did, I don't think going after him is the best thing to do right now."
"Agreed," Applejack said, "We should wait until he comes back to us."
"Do you think he'll forgive us?" asked Fluttershy
Twilight looked pessimistically out of the window.
"I don't know Fluttershy.........I really don't know." |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 28 - Viva Las Pegasus | Connor flew furiously through the air, heavy rain pounding his face as he flew against the howling wind, making his way to Las Pegasus, the 'Las Vegas of the Skies' as he called it. His flight-suit was fortunately waterproof but wasn't brilliant at keeping warm. The cold weather was beginning to work its way to his bones making Connor feel like hypothermia was taking place, though still fuming inside over the way he was treated.
He decided to go along with it as he thought it would be a brief laugh amongst friends, but when they laughed at him, it felt exactly like that. Laughing AT him, not 'with' him. Had they ended it right after that he would have forgotten all about it, but the succeeding four hours of frequent snarky comments, Rarity almost constantly getting him to sit up straight 'like a lady' and getting him to sit with his legs together......it took a long, and awkward, explanation as to why human males sit with their legs apart.
It wasn't so much wearing the dress that bothered him, it was being laughed at.
He did feel a tang of regret at the letter, feeling it was a bit too harsh....but what's done is done.
He would have to face them eventually though.
He could only hope they could still be friends.
Especially Spitfire.
Despite what had happened, he still loved her.
In the castle conservatory, Celestia put down the scroll. She had just finished reading a letter from Twilight explaining the situation with Connor. The letter explained the little bet she had with Connor, and what each other had to do if they lost. The letter then went on the explain the main issue and Connor's subsequent reaction.
Celestia felt several things. Disappointment that her ponies would take a joke too far and ignore what their friend was feeling, concern of Connor's whereabouts and his condition, also concern for Twilight and her friends. Though what they did wasn't intentional, it was clear from reading the letter that they were deeply upset at their faux pas.
Celestia knew that her ponies were very emotional and tended to take things hard. She was mulling over several possible solutions to the problem when Luna walked in.
"Sister, 'tis a pity about the weather; is it not?"
Celestia looked up to Luna, then looked out of the window, "Indeed. Though I suppose it is fitting."
"Sister?" Luna asked, confused.
Celestia levitated the scroll over to Luna who took it in her own magic and read it.
"I see," Luna said, putting the scroll back on the table, "What do you intend to do?"
"I will attempt to talk to Connor myself, though I do not know where he is or where he's going, only that when he left Ponyville he was headed for Cloudsdale."
"Maybe we should ask ponies there, they may have seen him."
Celestia nodded, "Agreed, I shall write to the Mayor immediately."
Celestia got up and began walking out of the conservatory, accompanied by Luna.
"Will you talk to Connor yourself?" asked Luna.
"Perhaps, though I doubt he'll wish to speak to me."
"What makes you say that?"
"As soon as he sees me, or you for that matter, he'll know whey we'd be there and he doesn't seem to be in a talkative mood."
"Then perhaps you should go as Sunny Skies."
Celestia smiled, "Yes, I think I may. I haven't been Sunny Skies for a while."
Connor touched down in Las Pegasus, the pouring rain forcing every pony inside. He quickly made his way to the Aerarium Stabulum. A five star hotel and restaurant. Walking inside where it was far warmer, he walked over to the reception desk which was occupied by a cream coloured Pegasus mare with an electric blue mane and tail.
"Excuse me," Connor said, trying to get her attention.
The mare looked up and did a double take.
"A-are y-you Connor Wakefield, th-that monkey thing from another world?"
Connor refrained from face palming.
Humans are not evolved from monkeys, I thought I made that perfectly clear in almost every interview I've had since I came here.
"I am Connor Wakefield but I'm not a monkey. I'm a Human-Pegasus hybrid."
"Oh I'm sorry, it was unprofessional of me. I was just surprised to see you here."
"Surprised?"
"Well you are one of the most famous ponies in Equestria. Well, maybe not pony but-"
Connor held up a hand.
"I know what you mean," he said gently, "But to business, are there any rooms available?"
The mare got out a heavy looking book and placed it one the desk in front of her and flipped through the pages, "Bare with me a moment while I have a look."
After a few seconds she planted her hoof gently down onto the book, "Yes, we have some rooms available. Do you have any preferences?"
"Single room with double bed."
"Yes we have several available. Also included for the price of the room is 24 hour room service, free tea and coffee, in-room safe, kitchenette including fridge and microwave in the room, washing and dry cleaning and free access to the spa."
"How much is it per night?"
"10,000 bits per night. Will you be staying with us?"
Connor mulled over whether to or not. The price wasn't bad for a five star hotel and all it included. He could easily afford a stay given his wages and financial settlements he received from Blueblood; and another financial settlement from a red-top national tabloid newspaper that publishes outrageous and libellous 'news' devoid of even an iota of truth. The newspaper in question published a story about Connor with claims he made up the story about how he had pony parents so as to be accepted more easily into pony society, that Cara and Vulcan where' actors' paid to make the story more believable, and that Connor used the disappearance of Star Light to attract attention and sympathy to his case.
They were lost for words when it was pointed out to them that Cara and Vulcan were actually the husband and daughter of Star Light.
The paper in question was forced to pay a 2 million bit settlement for damages and libel. Connor donated three quarters of the money equally between Equestria's orphanages and kept that remainder for himself and Spitfire to be used on a rainy day.
"Sure, sounds good."
"Excellent," the mare replied, smiling in delight, "Which floor would you like to be on? Actually, I think the Wonderbolt Penthouse is available on the top floor for 80,000 bits per night, due to yourself being a Wonderbolt. Would you like that room instead?"
Connor's wings fluttered in delight, "Yeah, go for it."
"Certainly sir. Please wait a moment while I get the necessary paperwork."
Connor waited patiently as the mare got what she needed. Thoughts about earlier where still lingering in his mind and whether he should just go back now and work things out. He dismissed the notion though, he was here now and needed some time to himself. And hopefully win a few bits at the casino.
"Here we are sir, sorry for the wait. Now, how long will you be staying? The penthouse is available for a maximum of eight nights before it has to be vacated for pre-booked guests."
"Then I'll leave then or before, do I need to pay a deposit first?"
"Yes, you need to pay whatever one night costs. In your case it's 80,000 bits and a damage deposit of 10,000 bits. The damage deposit is refunded when you leave if no item is replaced. Do you want to pay by cash or cheque?"
"Cash," he replied, taking out his wallet.
Connor took out the necessary notes and handed them to the receptionist. The notes, similar to the UK pound sterling, bore the images of Luna and Celestia on the front and had distinguished individuals on the reverse, with each denomination in different colours.
"Thank you," the receptionist replied, putting the notes in the till, "You'll just need to sign this form."
She hoofed over the form which Connor began to read. It was your standard T&C's such as behaving yourself in the hotel, leaving your room in a tidy fashion, treating hotel staff with respect and so on. Seeing no problem with the form, he signed it and handed it back to the receptionist.
"Thank you and here's your key. Would you like any help with your bags?"
"No thanks, I can manage."
"Very well sir, enjoy your stay."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome sir."
Connor picked up his bag and made his way to his room, eager to get a shower and put on some clean clothes. Walking towards the lift he took in the interior of the hotel. It was mostly a neutral cream colour with slightly darker carpets, and the lamps on the walls helped lighten up the lobby and corridors; giving them a light and airy atmosphere.
Eventually finding his room, he unlocked the door and went in.
He mood was instantly lifted at the sight.
His wings twitching in excitement he started looking around. The lounge had quite a modern appearance by Earth standards. The was a large , light blue corner sofa in the middle of the room along with two accompanying reclining arm chairs. There were numerous Wonderbolt insignia throughout, notably on the entrance door itself.
He walked into the bedroom next, and like the sofa, was stuffed with clouds to give impossibly comfortable relaxation. The bedroom was white and blue in colour with a few bits of yellow here and there, mimicking the Wonderbolt logo. The bathroom contained a large bath big enough for at least four ponies and included an assortment of complimentary bath oils, lotions and so forth.
Putting his bag on the bed, he began stripping off his flightsuit and made his way to the bathroom and began running himself a bath, pouring in generous amounts of oils. Whilst that was running, he helped himself some of the complimentary chocolates that were on the coffee table.
Once again though, his mid drifted back to earlier in the day.
He slightly regretted reacting in the over the top manner like he did, but he didn't regret fighting back and standing up for himself.
He decided to deal with it another day when he's calmed down a little more, and find some way to make it up to the girls for the brutally savage letter he left them.
He made his way back to the bathroom to check on the bath, putting his hand in to check the temperature.
Deciding it was OK, he got in. Almost instantly, he felt the tension in his muscles and wings ease away. Grabbing a sponge, he began washing himself. After a few minutes of washing his body, he began on his wings.
"Oh for crying out loud!"
Connor became agitated once more as his right wing sprang out again, but this time all the bath lotion bottles were sent flying; some falling onto the bath.
"It's easier when Spitfire does it," he mumbled to himself.
When he bathed, he usually did so with Spitfire. Mostly to help clean each other's wings and sometimes Connor help clean Spitfire's flanks. After a few minutes he finally cleaned his wings and dried himself off. Going to his bag he got out some clothes, specifically a pair of socks, some skinny red leggings and a pair of knee high brown boots.
All made by Rarity.
Sighing deeply, he sat on the bed and rested his head on his hands.
"I was far too harsh on her," he spoke quietly.
He sighed once more before putting the clothes on.
"I'll make it up to her. Somehow."
Connor was now back on the ground floor making his way outside onto the strip. Now it was night time, the strip was lit up just like Las Vegas; bathing the area in a forest of neon lights of all different colours. Ponies, griffons and minotaurs walked up and down the strip, the vast majority going into the casinos. Heading for a casino himself, he looked for one that on the outside at least, would peak his interest.
It didn't take one before one did. The casino was called The Four Hooves. Making his way across, he ventured inside and made his way over to the slot machines.
Finding a vacant machine he sat down and entered a bit into the machine and pulled the handle.
He didn't win anything, so he put in another bit.
After twelve attempts he finally won a few bits, 25 of them.
Pleased he decided to try his hand at Roulette. Heading over to the one with fewer ponies, the Pegasus dealer welcomed him to the table.
"Welcome to the table, will you be playing tonight?"
"Sure," Connor replied, handing the dealer 10,000 bits in monetary notes, "Change please."
"Certainly sir, do you want a mix of hundreds and fifties?"
"Yes please."
The dealer took the notes and counted them out, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets at the amount of money. He nonetheless gave Connor the correct amount of chips.
"Here you are sir."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome sir. Place your bets everypony."
Connor took a five of the hundred bits and placed them on Black 26. The other ponies playing placed their bets also, but on different numbers. The dealer set the wheel going, everyone watching as the ball bounced around before landing on Red 27.
"Bugger," Connor said.
"Hard luck sir," replied the dealer, swiping the chips towards him with a wooden rake, "Place your bets."
Connor this time placed five more chips on 1st 12, increasing his chances of winning.
His tactic paid off as the ball landed on Black 8.
Connor was now 500 bits richer than when he first started the game. Understandably pleased, he continued placing bet after bet with differing levels of success.
A couple of hours later, a very happy Connor left the casino cage richer than when he entered the casino. About three quarters of the way through his roulette game, his gut feeling told him to place a 5,000 bits on Black 17.
That won him 175,000 bits. £17,500 in the Queens English.
He played for a bit longer afterwards but kept his bets much lower as to not spoil what was a good night.
Putting the money on his wallet, he went back out onto the strip to find a takeaway joint. He hadn't eaten anything that could be considered a meal since the morning and was starving. After asking a few ponies he was eventually directed to a pizza restaurant. Wasting no time he went inside and was greeted by one of the waiters.
"Good evening sir, will you be dining alone tonight?"
"Yes," Connor replied, already starting to miss Spitfire.
"We have a table available, if you'd like to follow me."
Connor followed the waiter to a small table with two seats by the window, giving a good view of the strip lit up on all its glory.
"Here you are sir, there's menus on the table. Would you like a drink in the meantime?"
"Yeah, can do. What cold drinks do you have?"
"We have a selection of beers and lagers available."
"Do you have Allborg?"
"Yes, we had a delivery just yesterday actually."
"Can I have one of them then?"
"Certainly, I'll go and get one for you."
The waiter left Connor who began looking through the menu. There was a wide range of pizza's available with a selection of different types of crusts. It didn't take long for Connor to decide though, and made his decision just as the waiter returned with his drink.
"Here you are sir," the waiter said, placing the bottle and a glass down on the table, "Have you decided on your meal?"
"Yes, I'll have a large meat feast with the deep pan crust."
The waiter wrote the order down on his pad, "OK sir, anything else?"
"No, just that for now please."
"That's OK, I'll take your order to the kitchen and there'll be a wait of around 15-20 minutes."
The waiter left Connor once more who began pouring the drink into the glass. Taking a sip, it tasted to him very much like Carlsberg. After about five minutes of looking out of the window watching ponies, he noticed a reflection in the window. Turning around he saw a white pegasus with pink mane and tail, and a 'sun' cutie mark, looking at him.
"Hey there," she said.
"Hey, what brings you here?" Connor replied.
"Oh, just having a night out and then I thought I'd come in here for something to eat."
"Fair enough, but why were you looking at me?"
"I've never seen a creature like you before, well I've seen pictures of you. Oh and my name's Sunny Skies."
"Well Sunny Skies you've seen me now," he replied, a little irritated that ponies still gawked at him like he was an animal in a zoo, "Is there something you wanted?"
"Are you OK? You sound angry. I haven't done anything wrong have I?"
"I'm fine. I'm not angry and no, you haven't done anything wrong."
"That's a relief."
"But some of your subjects have."
"Excuse me?" 'Sunny Skies' asked, clearly hiding shock.
Connor leaned down closer to Sunny Skies and whispered to into her ear, "I'm not stupid Celestia."
"I don't know what you mean. My name is Su-"
"Celestia, Sol Invictus of the Sun," he replied before sitting back up again, "Why are you here? Did Twilight or one of the others send you?" he asked, his eyes boring into Celestia.
'Sunny Skies' sighed and looked down from his piercing gaze, "They're worried about you, but I came of my own accord after Twilight wrote a letter to me."
"There's nothing to discuss, so leave me alone."
"Connor," Celestia said as she hopped up to the other chair, "Please let me help you. I know you're angry over what happened but I assure you they didn't intend to hurt your feelings."
"I didn't intend to end up in here in Candyland but it still happened."
Celesta ignored the swipe at Equestria and focussed on the main issue, "Connor, I know what's upset you-"
"No you don't. And about earlier, I'm assuming Twilight divulged information?"
"Yes."
"Right there is an issue I have with this world. Ponies poke their noses in too much, they're completely incapable of minding their own business and staying out of matters that don't concern them."
"But this does involve them, and ponies are very sociable and seldom keep things to themselves."
"I might technically be a pony, but my mind is human and humans do not like it when their privacy is violated."
Celestia, still disguised as Sunny Skies, sighed and poked the table with a hoof, "Connor, why are you so upset over the incident. You said just now that I don't know why you're like you are, so please tell me. I am your friend after all."
Connor mulled over the decision. He preferred to deal with problems himself rather than ask for help, but having Celestia on board could help smooth things out.
"Fine, I'll tell you. But at least order something first."
Celestia grabbed a menu with her hooves, remembering not to use magic when disguised as a non-unicorn, and flicked through the menu.
"I'll think I'll get a Tuna and Sweetcorn with deep crust."
"I'll go and let the waiter know," replied Connor, "Do you want a drink?"
"Just a lemonade please."
"Sure. I'll be back soon."
Whilst Connor was gone, Celestia racked her mind wondering how to help Connor and restore his friendships with her subjects. She did wonder what had caused him to be so emotional over the incident though, to her knowledge nothing bad had happened to him recently that would warrant such a response. Connor wasn't long before he returned.
"The order's been made, it'll be about 15 minutes."
"Excellent. It has been quite a while since I last went out for a meal."
"How long?"
"About a hundred years."
"That's longer than the average human life span and you say it like it's perfectly normal."
"It is for me. Now, what is it that go you so upset."
Connor sighed and reluctantly told her, "Today.........is my littlest sister's birthday."
Celestia immediately fell crestfallen for Connor. She had been in his shoes almost 1,000 times due to her banishing her sister to the moon. She knew far too well the feeling of missing out on siblings' birthday's. Like Connor, it was a younger sister.
"You have my sympathies," she said gently, "I know how you feel in the matter."
"Luna."
Celestia nodded, "Every year I would have a private party, hoping she would just walk through the door and so we could celebrate together."
"I take it it never got easier."
"Never once. It was't until her first birthday after her banishment, that it truly dawned on me what I had done."
"Why was she banished to the moon? When Twilight and her friends used them on Nightmare Moon it reverted her back to Luna. Why didn't that happen he first time?"
"It's.....complicated, but Nightmare Moon wasn't anywhere near as powerful then as she was 1,000 years ago. I truly wished I could have had my dear sister back the same night all those years ago, but it was not to be."
"At least you've been able to see your sister again," Connor replied a little too venomously.
Celestia recoiled slightly at the tone of voice, feeling as though Connor was blaming her for his predicament. Deciding a gentle approach was the best course of action, she spoke softly back.
"Connor, I do sympathise with your situation and I want to help."
"Then what are you going to do, or what do you suggest I do?
"I can arrange a get-together at the castle, and if necessary; act as mediator."
"I'm OK with that, but I want to spend some time here in Las Pegasus first."
"Fair enough."
The two chatted a little more, mostly Celestia telling Connor the history of Las Pegasus and its rise as a gambling city and a tourist hotspot it is now. Eventually, their pizzas finally arrived, and both Connor and a still disguised Celestia ordered another round of drinks.
"These look good," Connor said, grabbing a slice and taking a bite, "Tastes good as well. Pity my sense of smell isn't as good as yours."
Celestia giggled, "Don't worry Connor. I think your fingers more than make up for it, they're much more nimble and precise than hooves."
"Yeah, I suppose so."
The waiter from before brought their drinks to the table and set them down.
"One lemonade for the mare, and another Allborg for the stallion. Enjoy."
"Thank you," Celestia replied.
The waiter left the pair to their pizzas, who continued their conversation.
"Do you have anything like this on Earth?"
"We have Pizza's definitely, hugely popular. So much so there's no end of pizza takeaways and franchises. Two of the most popular are Pizza Hut and Domino's Pizza. They're good, if a bit pricey."
"What's your favourite pizza?"
"Meat Feast, and the pizza I hate most.....any that have pineapple of them."
Celestia's face soured into a grimace, "Why would anypony put pineapple on a pizza?"
"I have no idea, it's like ruining cake with fruit, just.....why?"
"I hate fruit cakes."
Connor looked up to Celestia, shocked at the stunning revelation. Celestia not liking cake is like Jeremy Clarkson not not liking a Toyota Prius.
"There is cake you don't like?"
"Regrettably so."
"So if I made fruit cakes just so you couldn't eat them-"
Celestia put on a sweet but scary smile, "Then my little human I will find a way to force you to sit through a court session for an entire day."
Connor swallowed hard, fear creeping up his spine at Celestia's chilling threat, "You wouldn't dare subject me to such torture."
Celestia merely raised an eyebrow as she looked at Connor.
A worried Connor wisely backed down, "You know I don't like fruit cakes either so I think I'll only make sponge cakes from now on."
Celestia smiled sweetly, "I'm delighted to hear that."
"How's Luna?"
"She's OK, but she's concerned about you."
"About what? My grades are exemplary."
"Indeed they are, I've even read some of your coursework; but she was concerned about what happened earlier today."
Connor couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Is there anyone who doesn't know what happened?"
"Please don't be like that Connor, my sister is genuinely concerned. You are one of a few friends after all."
Connor sighed tiredly, kicking himself inside for over-reacting again, "I know, I'm, just......I'll talk to her, OK?"
Celestia smiled, "I'll let her know, she enjoys your company."
"Indeed," he replied before smirking mischievously, "She even shares with me her Jammie Dodgers."
Celestia stopped eating her pizza and looked at Connor is disbelief. Pain and anguish coursed through Celestia as Connor's words sunk in. Her own sister, had never, not even once, shared her Jammie Dodgers.
Celestia's lower lip trembled as she started pouting.
"She never gives me any," she sulked.
"You could just buy your own."
Celestia felt completely and utterly silly. Never in her entire life, did she ever consider actually buying, or even making, her own Jammie Dodgers. Connor noticed Celestia's expressions and decided to pile on the misery.
"Are you saying, that you, as intelligent as you are; never thought you could just go out and buy some?"
Celestia looked up and narrowed her eyes disapprovingly at Connor's amused grin, "I am now looking forward to the Grand Galloping Gala, more than ever. Especially now, as I have decided what your gift will be."
Connor laughed nervously, "Something nice?"
"It most certainly is," she replied, before looking him squarely in the eyes, "My little human."
Connor gulped.
An hour or so later, Connor and a still disguised Celestia left the pizza joint. It was late night and the bright neon lights lit up the strip far more than earlier, making the strip more vibrant than ever. The strip was buzzing with life as ponies made their way in and out of casino's, theatre's, restaurants, hotels and so on. Connor and Celestia walked down the strip, taking in the sights.
"This city never used to be here, it used to be just a random group of clouds but many decades ago a group of entrepreneurial Pegasi got together and built the city. It rapidly became a tourist hotspot and continuously draws in large numbers of visitors every day."
"We have a similar city called Las Vegas. It's really only at night when the city comes to life. The bright neon lights can be seen for miles around, I have a few pictures if you ever want to see them."
"I'd love to. Have you ever been?"
"Yes. On a family holiday a few years ago. In the same holiday we also visited Los Angeles and San Francisco. Warm weather, good food, plenty of great memories."
"It sounds like you had an excellent time."
"I did. One of my favourite memories was watching the Blue Angels, the aerobatics display team of the United States Navy. They fly F/A-18 Hornets in the same blue and yellow colour scheme of the Wonderbolts."
"They sound impressive, but I thought they were called the Red Arrows."
"No, the Red Arrows are the aerobatics display team of the Royal Air Force, my country's air force...and the best. Anyway, the Red Arrows fly the BAE Hawk; a subsonic fighter jet painted in red, hence the name. The Red Arrows have performed over 4,700 displays in 56 countries throughout the world, and are iconic in British pop culture. They're instantly recognisable even if you don't have an interest in aviation."
"They sound truly fascinating. Are there any other-"
Celestia abruptly stopped walking and talking. Connor noticed quickly and turned around, curious as to what what up.
"You OK?"
"I'm confused. You said the 'Blue Angels' were the display team of the United States Navy."
"Yes.
"I thought Navies had ships."
"Ah," Connor said, realising her confusion, "Many navies in my world have their own aircraft. Navies have massive ships called aircraft carriers, and as such, their own aircraft whilst still having a separate Air Force branch of the Armed Forces. The British Army has its own Air Corps as well."
"I see, it makes sense now. We don't have these 'aircraft carriers', only ships such as frigates and battleships, though that was many many years ago when there was less peace in this world. The Battleship was considered to be the most important part of a fleet."
"It used to be that way on Earth as well until the aircraft carrier came about. Aircraft carriers allow for a larger range of attack, aircraft can take off from the carriers, reach their targets and return to the carrier faster than any ship. Navies quickly saw the carrier as the most important asset to a naval fleet."
Celestia giggled, "You're a walking encyclopaedia Connor."
"I suppose I know a few things," he said modestly.
"You really must write a book on your world and all it's fascinating technology, ponies all over Equestria would be eager to read it."
"Maybe, but I've got a job and studies to focus on."
"Well I know of one pony who'd be more than eager to help you write it."
"Twilight."
"Yes, despite what happened Connor, they're all good ponies. They simply made a mistake."
"I know. Anyway it's getting late I could do with some sleep."
"Then I shall not keep you, until I see you again Connor."
"Yeah, tell Luna I said hi."
"I will do, bye Connor."
"Bye Celestia."
Celestia took to the air and flew off back to Canterlot, Connor watching her until she was out of sight. Noticing a slight chill in the air he decided to head back to his hotel room. It didn't take too long before he was back in the hotel, in the lift taking him up to the penthouse. He was again going over what happened earlier in the day. Most of his anger was gone, his talk with Celestia having helped. All he felt now was mild annoyance more than anything.
The lift came to a stop and the doors opened. Stepping out into the corridor he walked the very short distance to his penthouse door and went to unlock it. His brow furrowed in confusion when it became clear the door was already unlocked.
I definitely locked it when I left, unless the hotel staff have been in and forgot to lock it again.
He cautiously opened the door, half-expecting Pinkie to burst out of nowhere and scare him half to death. When that didn't happen, he slowly walked in, quietly closing the door behind him, bit leaving it unlocked just in case he needed to make a quick escape. He walked silently in the dark corridor and into the lounge area. Dark and empty, he looked around and noticed light seeping through from the bedroom door.
Walking quietly once again, he creeped in the shadow of darkness right up to the door and slowly and quietly opened the door.
As he slowly poked his head through, he soon recognised a familiar looking Pegasus laid on the bed on her belly looking distraught.
"Spitfire."
Spitfire looked up and as soon as Connor walked in she pounced and launched herself at Connor. Connor had no time to react as his marefriend wrapped him in a tight hug and began crying into his bare chest.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!"
Connor returned the hug and went to sit down on the edge of the bed, still holding Spitfire in his arms. They continued to hug for several seconds as Spitfire cried, Connor feeling more sympathy than anger. He hated seeing her like this.
He gently stroked the beck of her head, "It's OK Milkshake, I forgive you. I'm not angry any more."
Spitfire pulled her head back and looked at Connor, tears still running down her cheeks, "You're not?"
Connor shook his head, "No. I was at first, but I realised I overreacted."
"But we still took things too far."
"Maybe, but that letter I wrote was just savage and brutal. Especially to Rarity."
Spitfire winced, "Yeah."
Connor, noting her facial expressions, felt something was wrong.
"What happened after I left?"
"Well, you didn't hear it from me, but apparently Rarity destroyed that dress. Absolutely tore it to pieces and cried to herself in her bedroom for several hours."
Connor felt like he'd been kicked in the guts.
"Me and my big mouth," he muttered.
"Come on Connor, Rarity's not mad at you. She's mad at herself, she thinks she's ruined her friendship with you."
"She hasn't, and neither have the others. Celestia's going to try and arrange a little get together to talk things out in a few days."
"Sounds like that might work."
"How did you find me anyway?" asked Connor.
"Some ponies in Cloudsdale said they saw you flying in the direction of Las Pegasus so I came here. I asked around the hotels and casinos until I arrived here, and they said you were up here in the penthouse. They assumed we were together so they let me in."
"How long have you been here?"
"A few hours. I may have taken advantage of room service."
"Taken advantage?" he asked, worried of the impact on the bill.
"Ordered a load of food and drink."
"Not too much I hope?"
"Don't worry Sleepy Head, I'll pay my bits towards the bill."
Connor breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good. So, what were you planning to do now?"
"I thought I should make things up to you," she replied, rummaging through her bag.
"How?"
"With these."
Connor's heart rate increased and his wings began stretching out uncontrollably, "Just.....try not to lose the keys this time."
"I won't......at least not accidentally."
MEANWHILE BACK ON EARTH
Connor's littlest sister, Elizabeth, sat with her elbow the table; resting her head on her hand.
"I wish Connor was here," she said sadly as she looked at her birthday cake, the lit candles flickering away.
"We'll see him again, don't worry," Star Light said, "I'm sure of it."
It was Elizabeth's 18th birthday, and due to their situation, only her parents and sisters were with her. She had gotten a few presents from her family including perfume, clothes etc. But nothing from her one and only brother. Growing up she and Connor would play each other on the Xbox and go to the cinema together, getting very close as siblings.
"I hope so, it's not the same without him around." |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 29 - What Happens In Las Pegasus.... | The hard knocks of the library door felt like a pile-driver boring its way into Twilight's skull. She had had little sleep since the incident with Connor several days ago and the early morning wake up call and lack of morning coffee didn't help matters. She groggily made here way down stairs as the knocking continued.
"I'm coming!" she yelled harshly, becoming increasingly irritated by the disturbance.
The knocking thankfully stopped by the time she reached the door. Opening it she was instantly shocked out of her drowsy state by who it was stood before her.
"Princess Luna!"
"Greetings Twilight Sparkle, apologies if I woke you at this early hour."
Twilight rubbed her eyes with her hooves, "It's OK, I was awake already. Do you want to come inside?"
"Thank you, but no," Luna smiled "I came here only to personally deliver a message from Connor."
The mention of his name immediately got her attention.
"You have?! How is he? Where is he?"
"All is explained in this letter young Twilight," Luna replied, levitating a scroll into view.
Twilight took the scroll in her magic and began to unfurl it hesitantly, fearful of what may be written.
"I shall leave you now Twilight, I have matters to discuss with my sister."
"Of course Princess, bye now."
"Goodbye Twilight."
Luna took to the sky and flew away before disappearing in a flash of light, leaving Twilight alone. She closed the door to the library and sat herself down on a large cushion and began reading the scroll.
Hi Twilight,
First I'd just like to apologise for my behaviour the other day. It was way over the top and unfair (particularly to Rarity) considering you were only trying to have a little fun. I'm writing to you because I want to make up to you all, but I'll need your help to do it (and Rarity needs to be kept out of it). I'm currently in Las Pegasus with Spitfire. Could you come through and we'll talk about what I'm planning?
You can get Hotmail Spike to send your reply with his dragon fire to the portable messenger lighter Luna gave me. (In case you're wondering why Luna delivered it's because she came to see me in Las Pegasus and offered to deliver it).
Hopefully still your friend,
Connor
Twilight put down the scroll, slightly befuddled at Connor's words. They were ones to take things too far yet he felt he was at fault and needed to make amends, though she had no idea what he was planning.
Humans make no sense.
She got up and trotted over to her desk, taking out some parchment and a quill in the process. Sitting down she began writing a response, hoping that their friendship with Connor could be repaired.
Dear Connor,
I got your message. I'd love to come and see you (and Spitfire). Let me know where and when and I'll be there, I'll bring Spike also.
Always your friend,
Twilight
She rolled up the scroll and trotted over to Spike.
"Hey Spike, can you send this to Connor?"
Spike took the scroll, "Sure."
He breathed green fire over the scroll and watched as the flames flicker away out of the window before turning worriedly back to Twilight.
"How is Connor?"
Twilight sighed and looked down dejectedly, "I'm not too sure Spike, he seems OK. He's currently in Las Pegasus."
"Las Pegasus?"
"Yes, Spitfire's with him."
"Are you going to see him?"
"Yes and I'll bring you with me. I said I would in the letter."
This brought a smile to Spike's face. Connor is one of the few guy friends he has not to mention the only other being he's met that can speak Dovazhul. Something which brings himself and Connor great delight in tormenting Twilight.
"Should we tell Rarity?"
Twilight pondered the idea but wasn't entirely sure, "I don't know Spike. I have no idea how Connor will react when he sees her."
"Well, I think we should tell her, and bring her with us."
"But what if he gets angry again at just the sight of her?"
"He won't."
"But-"
"Twilight, he won't get angry."
"How can you be sure?"
"I just have a feeling."
Twilight said nothing for a few seconds as she worried over the possible angry reaction of Connor, but also realised that Connor and Rarity would eventually see each other again regardless. So why delay the inevitable?
"OK Spike. I'll prepare our bags, you go and tell Rarity. We'll leave for Las Pegasus tonight if she comes."
Spike bolted away faster than Rainbow Dash to inform Rarity of the trip, prompting Twilight to giggle.
Rarity was slumped over the arm rest of her sofa when she heard knocking at the door. She grabbed a pillow and put it over her ears in an attempt to drown out the awful noise. Since Connor's outburst she hadn't left the boutique or even worked on any projects or commissions, and the remains of Connor's dress still remained in a tattered pile on the floor of her workshop. Her usually immaculate mane and tail were unkempt and her pristine white fur had lost it's radiance.
The knocking grew louder and louder.
"Rarity!"
Spike's voice caught her attention.
But she wasn't interested in any visits from anyone.
Unless they were bring large tubs of ice cream.
"Rarity! I need to see you, it's about Connor!"
That caught her attention. At the mention of Connor's name her ears perked up. Though she would rather have been left alone, she decided just to get this over with and see what news Spike had on Connor. She tiredly got up and made her way to the door, unlocking it and opening to see Spike stood alone. His eyes went wide at the sight of Rarity.
"Hello Spike," she said wearily.
"Hey Rarity......are....you OK?"
Rarity smiled sweetly, "I'm fine Spike, I...look worse than I feel."
It was clear she was lying but Spike decided now wasn't the time for calling her out on it.
"We got a letter from Connor earlier."
"Oh....how is he?"
"He's OK. He's currently in Las Pegasus with Spitfire."
"That sounds nice, they made up did they?" she asked tiredly.
"Yeah. He also sent his apologies to you."
Rarity blinked several times in shock, "Oh....but why would he apologise to me? I'm the one who....took things to far."
"As far as he's concerned, he overreacted and wants to make things up to you."
"Make things up to me? But I was the one who upset him."
"I'm not sure but-"
Spike was abruptly cut off by a belch of green fire, signalling the arrival of another letter. Spike took the scroll and opened it.
Hey Spike,
Would you do me a favour and deliver a scroll I'll send after you read this to Rarity?
Looking forward to seeing you in Las Pegasus. I'll even take you out to a night club (just don't tell Twilight.)
Connor.
A second after reading he belched again. Looking at the scroll he could see it was addressed to Rarity and handed it to her.
"Here, it's from Connor."
Rarity nervously took the scroll in her magic and began reading.
Dear Rarity,
First I'd like to apologise for how I acted, it was completely over the top and unnecessary; I certainly didn't intend to upset you. I'm also sorry to hear about what you did to the dress. You work hard on all your projects and hearing that I caused you to destroy an expensive piece made me feel like crap. I actually didn't mind wearing it for a bit of fun (because I'm weird), it was more how everyone reacted when they saw me.
Also, I'd like to un-cancel my cancellation of the order I cancelled, Spitfire needs a dress for the GGG and you are the only pony that can make it.
Come to Las Pegasus and I'll make things up to you.
Your friend,
Connor.
For the first time since the incident a smile formed on Rarity's lips.
"Thank you Spike, do you think you could write back to Connor for me? I have a few things to sort out."
"Sure thing. We're leaving for Las Pegasus tonight."
"That will be enough time for me, I'll see you then Spike."
"See you later Rarity."
Spike ran off back to the library to write a response to Connor on Rarity's behalf, while Rarity herself went back inside her boutique. She went upstairs to her work room and went over to the pile of rags that was Connor's dress and sighed tiredly.
"At least he's no longer angry," she said, before turning away to begin on another project.
"So Milkshake, anywhere you want to visit?" Connor asked Spitfire, while looking at tourist leaflets.
Spitfire looked at the leaflets, quickly finding one that peaked her interest.
"How about this one?" she asked, handing the leaflet over to Connor.
"Bourneville World?"
"Yeah, Bourneville are huge chocolate manufacturer that have been around for almost two centuries. Their chocolate is a huge favourite of Equestria."
"How did I not hear of them until now?"
"Too busy chasing my tail."
"What?"
"What?" Spitfire repeated innocently.
"So, Bourneville World?"
"Yeah, it's on ground level just outside Las Pegasus; interested?"
"Definitely. It's yet another thing we have in common."
"In what way?"
"I my world, specifically my country, there is a company called Cadbury; a chocolate manufacturer. They were founded by John Cadbury in 1824, originally selling tea, coffee and drinking chocolate. They eventually moved onto different varieties of cocoa and later on began making chocolate confectioneries. In 1905, they introduced the Dairy Milk chocolate bar, which contained a higher proportion of milk within the recipe than compared to rival products."
"Sounds awesome. What's the company like now?"
"A shadow of it's former self. In 2010, Cadbury was bought out by a company called Kraft in a deal worth £11.5 billion, or 115 billion bits."
Spitfire's eyes boggled out of their sockets, "HOW MUCH?!"
"115 billion bits, in early 2010 they bought enough shares to be able to de-list them from the stock market."
"What happened the Cadbury after that?"
"The day after Kraft secured enough shares to ensure a takeover, Cadbury's Chairman, Chief Executive, and Chief Financial Officer all resigned. After the takeover was complete, Kraft then said they were closing the Sommerdale factory with the loss of 400 jobs."
"Why would they do that?"
"Because they wanted more money. That's the only reason Kraft took over Cadbury, they wanted more money. Then over the years they went and ruined the chocolate itself by changing the recipes, changing the shape of Dairy Milk from its original square shape to a dreadful curve shape. Kraft then brought out new Cadbury products by combining them with their other brands such as cheese crackers and cheese spread. I mean come on, chocolate and cheese spread!"
"I take it you don't like Kraft then?"
"Not at all, and it's not the first time they fucked up a British company. Another chocolate company called 'The Chocolate Works' eventually came under Kraft ownership and a few years before their takeover of Cadbury, shut the factory in York and moved production to their other sites in mainland Europe, causing the loss of more than 300 jobs."
"Kraft sound like a truly horrible company."
"They are. They're a prime example of corporate greed. Fucking bastards, the lot of them. They took a much loved and iconic British brand and absolutely destroyed it, all just to make a few extra bucks."
"Bucks?"
"American slang term for dollars, their currency. But I'm probably getting too emotional again and since Cadbury is a British company, it's only natural I'd have a biased view."
Spitfire chuckled, "Don't worry Sleepy Head, I understand why you love chocolate so much."
"So, shall we go to Bourneville World, my cheery little milkshake?"
Spitfire blushed and smiled happily, "Yeah, let's."
After a twenty minute flight the duo reached Bourneville World. A reasonably sized plot that encompassed a small factory and the visitor centre itself, recognisable by its iconic red colour. Landing just in front of the main entrance they ventured inside and went up to the main counter, the foyer surprisingly sparse of ponies.
The mare on duty spotted Connor and Spitfire approach and had to do a double take.
"Hey there," said Spitfire, "Just the two of us for the tour."
"Sure thing," the mare replied, "There's a tour due to start in fifteen minutes, there's already a group of ponies waiting."
"That's fine."
"Very well, for the two of you it will cost 300 bits."
Spitfire paid the mare the correct change and the pair were handed their golden tickets.
Spitfire thanked the mare and she and Connor went over to where they were directed to wait for the tour to start. As they approached, like many times before, attracted the attention from ponies; particularly foals.
"It's the flying monkey!" shouted one of the fillies.
Flying monkey? Connor thought.
Almost immediately all the fillies and colts ran over, swarming at the feet and hooves of Connor and Spitfire, both of which put on brave faces.
"Hey there," Connor said.
"Hiya Mr Monkey!" yelled the same filly as before.
"He's not a monkey he's a hoo...hooo-" started another colt.
"Human," Connor said, "I'm a human."
"Ohhhh," chorused the foals.
"Sorry for calling you a monkey Mr Human," the filly said, her lower lip trembling.
"That's OK, I wasn't offended," replied Connor gently, ruffling the filly's mane.
The filly cheered up a little, a smile beaming on her face, and asked questions again.
"Are you and Miss Spitfire here for the tour?"
"We sure are. I take it you're all looking forward to it."
A cacophony of cheers erupted from the foals, unsurprising really; what foal wouldn't look forward to a trip around a chocolate factory?
After signing a few autographs and taking a few pictures with the foals, the tour was ready to start. Connor and Spitfire followed the foals and their parents into the first part of the tour.
Several hours later the tour had finished, which consisted of a history of Bourneville, the chocolate making process, a lecture on the different types of chocolate and their different uses. Connor and Spitfire had just finished browsing the shop and buying several bars and boxes of chocolate, one of which Connor bought was a 1KG slab of Milk Chocolate. The pair had also bought a few gifts for their friends and family, as well as the Princesses. For the Princesses Connor had bought large chocolate figurines in their shapes, which Connor decided to give each Princess their sisters' figurine.
Carrying reasonably heavy bags full of chocolate, Connor and Spitfire headed outside to make their way back to Las Pegasus.
"So Milkshake, ready to head back to the hotel?"
"Ready. You said Twilight was meeting us didn't you?"
"Yeah, in the hotel lobby at around 5pm along with Rarity and Spike."
"Will the others be there?"
"No idea."
"We should head back now anyway, give us plenty of time to get ready."
"Any place in particular you know of we could go for the night, food wise."
Spitfire stroked her chin in thought, "Hmmmm....there's a restaurant that specialises in oriental cuisine on the strip."
"What's it called?"
"The Oriental Cook House."
Connor looked at Spitfire with a raised eyebrow, "Seriously?"
Spitfire nodded, "Really, not imaginative I know."
"Still, is it any good?"
"Apparently, rated four stars by the Equestria Tourist Board."
"We'll go there then, if the others who come don't mind."
It was nearing 5pm and Connor and Spitfire were making their way to the hotel lobby. Spitfire had her mane down and wasn't wearing any clothes, whereas Connor had on black trousers, black shoes and no shirt; his bare chest once again visible to all. After getting back to the hotel and putting there chocolate haul in a safe space, they got another bath together and preened each others' wings; tidying them up for the night out.
As they approached the lobby, the duo saw Twilight, Spike and the rest of the gang. All of them looked nervous, especially Rarity; who was carrying a large suitcase with her. She had tidied up her mane and tail and freshened up her fur, though it was still obvious it lacked its usual radiance.
"Hey guys," said Connor nervously, "Er, how are you?"
They fidgeted around uncomfortably on their hooves, or feet in Spike's case.
"We're good," Rainbow replied, "Did a little cloud clearing after the storm."
Connor nodded nervously, "That's cool."
There was a few seconds more of awkward silence, everyone trying to avoid eye contact; particularly Rarity. Deciding to break the awkward situation, Connor approached Rarity and knelt down to her level. He gently placed a hand underneath her chin, causing her to look up slowly.
"Hey Rarity."
"Hello Connor," she said glumly, her face drooping.
"I'm pleased to see you here, all of you in fact."
"We're pleased to see you're OK too," she replied just as gloomily.
Realising words weren't going to do much, Connor instead tried a physical gesture. One he knew ponies loved. He gently wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a hug. Though surprised by the sudden gesture, Rarity didn't attempt to resist or block the move; instead she spoke.
"Why are you hugging me Connor?"
"You look like you desperately needed one."
"But why hug me, especially after what I did?"
"Because I over-reacted to what happened. There was little of no excuse for my over-the-top reaction."
"But you were right though, we took things too far.....I even hit you."
Connor didn't need reminding of that. For a seemingly delicate mare, Rarity can hit hard, just being reminded of that caused him to wince.
"It's all in the past, and we're still friends; I've forgiven you all so stop worrying."
"Really?" Rarity asked, pulling away form the hug and looking Connor square in the face.
"Really really," Connor replied.
Rarity smiled happily and launched herself at Connor, tears falling down her cheeks, "Thank you darling, it means so much to me that you forgive us."
Before Connor could reply, Pinkie launched herself into the air, "Group hug!"
No sooner had Pinkie joined in did the the others also. Somewhere beneath a pile of colourful and cuddly ponies, was Connor; identifiable only by his legs sticking out from the bottom of the pile. Ponies passing by seemed oblivious to the scene, as though nothing was happening. Spitfire watched on as her coltfriend was hugged to a slow cuddly death, stifling giggles with her hoof.
Mumbling could be heard from within the mountain of colourful ponies.
"Hey, I think Connor was trying to say something," Rainbow said, letting go and hovering in the air.
The other slowly got off revealing Pinkie's tail wrapped around Connor's face.
"Sorry Connor," she said and she unwrapped herself and her tail from around him.
"No problem. So, who's up for some oriental?"
The girls eye's lit up. Pinkie was excitedly trotting up and down on the spot, "Oooooooooooh! Sounds exciting!"
"That's if you're all OK with it."
The girls were all in agreement so the group began making their way out of the hotel lobby. Before they reached the doors however, Rarity called to Connor.
"Connor darling, I have a little something for you," she said, levitating a suitcase over to him.
Connor took the suitcase but before he could open it, Rarity called out to him.
"Why not open it in your room, we'll all wait down here for you."
Guessing what was in the suitcase was more clothes she wanted him try on and wear for the night, he nodded and headed off for his room.
"I won't be long," he said as he walked away.
A few minutes later he was in his room. He placed the suitcase on the bed and opened it up, becoming pleasantly surprised at the contents. Another flightsuit was inside, identical to his usual Wonderbolt flightsuit except the blue was replaced with red. Also included were a pair of golden yellow gloves and matching pair of shin-high boots.
He removed his trousers and shoes and took out the flightsuit, carefully putting it on so as to avoid damaging it. Like his Wonderbolt flightsuits, it fit perfectly and left little to the imagination. After putting on the gloves and zipping up the boots, he walked over to the full length mirror and admired himself once again.
"I kinda look like Super Ted," he said, remembering the TV show from his childhood.
After confirming he did indeed look awesome he headed back for the lobby, not wanting to keep his friends waiting any longer. With a spring in his step, he quickly left his room and went to the lobby, deciding at the last moment to take a short-cut.
"I wonder where Connor's got to, he usually doesn't take this long to get into a flightsuit," Spitfire commented, "Unless....he's admiring himself in a mirror again."
"Well who can blame him," Rainbow said, "I always admire myself in a mirror."
The girls just rolled her eyes, unamused at Dash's boasting.
"Do you think he'll be long?" asked Fluttershy.
Before any of the could answer, a strangely familiar winged-biped landed unceremoniously into a heap on the floor in front of them.
"Twatting gravity," he grumbled.
He stood up and dusted himself off, turning to the girls, "Hey, I didn't keep you long did I?"
No answer immediately came, instead just the sound of silence and open mouths.
"You lot will catch flies looking like that."
The girls quickly came back to their senses, Spitfire in particular was blushing.
"Looking good Sleepy Head, pity you landed like a rookie. It seems like you'll need further training on that procedure."
"It was deliberate," he replied, convincing no-one.
"Yeah, sure it was," Rainbow replied sarcastically, "Next you'll tell us you don't like wearing Wonderbolt flightsuits."
"I have no idea what you're talking about. Anyway, thanks Rarity, it's great," he replied, bending down to her and giving her another hug.
"No problem darling," Rarity replied, returning the hug with a warm smile.
"So," Spitfire said, "Shall we get going?"
"Yeah, I'm starving," replied Connor.
"Imagine my shock."
The ponies laughed and began making their way out of the hotel, before they did though, Connor called over to Twilight.
"Yes?"
Connor knelt down to and began whispering in her ear.
"I want to make things up to Rarity but I need your help."
"What with?" she whispered back.
"If possible, I'd like you to repair the dress I wore, I heard Rarity destroyed it."
Twilight winced in discomfort,"Yeah, we heard her do it, though she doesn't know that. Why do you want me repair it though? I thought you didn't like it."
"It was being made to feel humiliated I didn't like, actually wearing it didn't bother me."
"What are you getting at Connor?"
"I'd like to invite Rarity to a private dinner in the penthouse......with me wearing the dress, as well as having my hair done up again and what not."
Twilight said nothing for a few seconds, instead letting Connor's words sink in. She looked at his face intently and even though his face was hard to read at times, she sensed he was being genuine and sincere.
"I'll help you Connor, but tell me what you want me to do."
"Tomorrow, preferably, would you be able to go to Rarity's boutique and repair the dress and return it here. It's so that I can put it in and get myself ready in time for Rarity's surprise dinner."
"Why the dress though? You could just have the dinner."
"Because she put a lot of effort into making it and I just blew up essentially over nothing about it. When she walks into the penthouse and sees a small table set up ready for dinner on the balcony, I'll walk into view and when she sees me in the dress she made, happy to put that incident behind us-"
Twilight raised a hoof, motioning for Connor to stop talking, "I hear you Connor, and I will help you; but what if she's thrown away the rags or I can't repair it?"
"You're a clever mare Twilight, I'm sure you'll think of something."
The two hugged before walking off to catch up with their friends.
"So," Twilight started, "You actually like wearing dresses?"
A beet red Connor nodded meekly, "It was surprisingly enjoyable."
"I'm sure if you asked Rarity she'd make you an entire wardrobe of dresses."
"I was going to."
"Huh?" Twilight said, looking at Connor completely perplexed.
"I even thought about wearing a dress to the Grand Galloping Gala."
"Seriously?"
Connor nodded.
"When did you think of this?"
"Last night. In my world I never would do it, but here in Equestria where everyone is more tolerant, I thought I can just wear them and not feel ashamed about it."
"Why would you feel ashamed about it?"
"Where I'm from, guys don't usually wear dresses. Lots of reasons. Also while I remember, are you any good with hairstyling?"
"Why?"
"The other day Rarity used a mane lengthening spell and tied my hair up into a bun and fastened it into place using a broach."
"You also wore a necklace and bracelets, do you want them as well?"
Connor nodded, "I'm sure Rarity won't mind if we borrow them without permission."
"What about a tiara?"
"No, a tiara's going too far."
"Going too far? Connor you'll be wearing a dress, have your mane long and tied into a bun, wearing a gold necklace and bracelets......how is wearing a tiara going to make things any different?"
"Point made...........this is possibly the most unusual conversation I've ever had."
"So you'll wear a tiara?"
Connor sighed in defeat, "Fine, in for a penny. I'll see if I can use the one Celestia gave me that I gave to Spitfire."
"No need, I'll arrange something."
"But-"
"Connor," Twilight interrupted holding up a hoof, "I'll see to it you have a tiara, no need to borrow Spitfire's."
Connor stroked his chin in thought for a few seconds, "How about a laurel wreath made from gold?"
Twilight's eyes lit up, "Connor that's a great idea! If you like I can go to the jewellers in Ponyville and have him create one."
"Sure, tell him to put it on credit and I'll pay it off when I get back."
"Sure thing Connor."
They soon caught up with the others, Spitfire flying into the air and piggybacking on Connor. Her hind legs rested on his shoulders and her forelegs wrapped around his forehead, with her barrel on his head.
"Comfortable?" asked Connor.
"Yes I am thank you."
The group made their way to The Curry House, attracting the attention of several ponies on the way. They finally arrived at The Oriental Cook House, a simple red brick building with red mahogany window frames and doors. The group went inside and waited at the inner doorway to be seen to.
They weren't waiting long before they were at the front of the line.
The waiter almost had to do a double take when he saw the Elements of Harmony, Spike, Spitfire and Connor in front of him.
"Hello," he managed to vocalise with professionalism, "Welcome to The Oriental Cook House, how many of you will be eating here tonight?"
"There's nine of us," replied Connor.
"You're in luck, there's a table available. If you'd like to follow me."
The group followed the waiter to a large table with a leather backed bench along the wall, and five chairs opposite. Everyone sat themselves down, Connor sat down on the bench, flanked by Twilight and Spitfire.
"Would you like to order drinks now?" asked the waiter.
Everyone ordered a drink, all but Spike having an alcoholic beverage. While the waiter went to get the drinks, everyone looked at the menu. Connor noted a lot were every similar to Chinese style dishes, a lot of duck, chicken, king prawns and seafood options. Looking through the options, Connor decided on Honey Rust Duck, and Spitfire decided on a Stir Fried King Prawn with Mixed Vegetables, both of them choosing a side dish of prawn crackers.
The other girls and Spike chose from vegetable and seafood dishes.
The group gave the waiter their orders once he returned with the drinks.
While they were waiting, they began discussing the upcoming Grand Galloping Gala, Equestria's largest and grandest social event and only a month away.
"It's going to be so awesome!" Rainbow exclaimed excitedly.
"It's going to be the best night ever!" Pinkie added, even more excitedly.
"Indeed darling, socialising with Equestria's most famous and well-connected nobles could do wonders for my boutique."
"We'll be performing as usual," added Spitfire, "We start practising the routine next week."
"I bet it'll be really dreary and boring."
"Boring!" Twilight screeched, "You think the Grand Galloping Gala will be boring?!"
Connor nodded, "I've been to social events like it. I'm telling you they're extremely boring."
"What kind of events?" asked Spitfire.
"Usually military ones where I had to go with my dad. With him being a senior officer in the RAF there were many times he was required to attend events, along with his family."
"When was the last one you went to?"
"It would have been when I was around 23. Even though I didn't have to, I owed my dad a favour after he helped me out picking me up from the airport."
"Airport?" asked Spitfire, "You were on holiday?"
"I went on an 8 night cruise in the Mediterranean. I flew out to Barcelona, boarded the liner there. The itinerary included visits to Marseilles, Nice, Florence, Rome and Naples, before finishing the cruise back in Barcelona. Due to a delay with my flight back I didn't get back to England until 11pm, so just before I boarded my delayed flight I phoned my dad and asked if he could pick me up."
"So you went to his RAF event to return a favour?" asked Spitfire.
"Yeah."
"Seems reasonable enough."
"What was the cruise like?" asked Rarity.
"It was really good, the ship I went on was called the Oasis of the Seas. An Oasis class cruise liner owned and operated by Royal Caribbean International, they're the biggest cruise ships sailing at around 1200ft long. Do you want to see a picture?"
The girls all nodded eagerly.
"Pinkie, could you get my phone for me please?"
"Sure thing," she replied.
She reached up into her mane with a hoof and within a couple of seconds pulled out Connor's phone, an iPhone 6SPlus in gold.
"Here you are Connor," she said as she hoofed over it to him.
"Thanks Pinkie."
Connor swiped through the screens until he came to the relevant photos. He turned the phone around and showed everypony, all of the going slack jawed at the sight.
"You weren't kidding," Twilight said, "That's huge!"
"It's not even the biggest ship there is."
"There's bigger?!"
Connor nodded, "Royal Caribbean are building more Oasis class ships, the Allure of the Seas and the Harmony of the Seas. A fourth called Symphony of the Seas is due to have its keel laid down in October 2015, a few months from now."
"I wonder how much they cost?" Rainbow wondered aloud.
"An Oasis class vessel costs around 14 billion bits."
All of the girls went a lighter shade of their respective fur colours, Spike's scales made it impossible to determine if he felt the same way.
"And that's just the Oasis class, Royal Caribbean have around 25 ships in their fleet with about another six on order, around 200 billion bits in assets."
The girl's fur went an even lighter shade.
"Anyway," Connor continued, "We were talking about the GGG."
"Yes," Twilight replied, her fur back to its usual lavender shade, "The Grand Galloping Gala celebrates the foundation of Canterlot, it's the one event everypony dreams of going to, and to be able to go is considered a great privilege and honour."
"Don't misunderstand Twilight, I'll go; it's just that I don't think I'll enjoy it."
"Don't worry Sleepy Head, there'll be something for you to do."
"Indeed there will," Twilight said, "Especially as Princess Celestia invited you as her personal guest."
"How did you know?"
"She told me in a letter, along with telling me how much she's looking forward to giving you your gift."
"How did you know about that? She only told me about this gift yesterday?"
"I sent her a letter this morning and got one back."
"Oh, well I guess I'll be with her then."
"Don't worry Connor, you'll have a great time," Twilight said sympathetically, patting his lap with a hoof.
Connor felt a foreboding sense of dread course through him.
MEANWHILE IN CANTERLOT CASTLE
Celestia danced up and down on the spot, giddiness overpowering her as she looked at the sketches. She couldn't wait until the night of the Grand Galloping Gala when she could finally reveal her gift to him.
"Connor is going to love this!" she said cheerfully before dancing out of the room, "But for now, there is cake in this castle that needs my divine attention."
Connor shuddered.
"Something wrong Connor?" asked Spitfire.
"Just a feeling karma's going to get me."
All the girls and Spike looked at each other confused, no idea what he was talking about.
"Anyway," he continued, "Our food shouldn't be too much longer now."
After a few more minutes, their food did indeed arrive. Their mostly empty table was now full with steaming hot food, Connor's Honey Roasted Duck being the largest of them all. Side orders of prawn crackers littered the table, dotted in between everyone's main dishes.
Connor roasted duck was reasonably sized and could easily satisfy the appetite of a Minotaur, never mind a human. His honey roast duck was accompanied by a helping of stir fried oriental greens and a side dish of white rice, and a pint of smooth ale finished things off nicely.
"This is simply divine," Rarity joyfully announced. Her meal being Zhajiangmian.
"What can I expect at the GGG?" asked Connor.
"Well," replied Spitfire, "Mostly it's just socialising with the rich and famous of Equestria, but there's also a buffet, a VIP section, the Palace Gardens, an orchestra and of course......us Wonderbolts will be performing. Whilst we're talking about the gala, have you decided what you'll be wearing? You can wear a Wonderbolt flight suit if you want."
"He's going to-"
Twilight was cut off by a nudge from Connor, "What Twilight was going to say was I was going to talk to Rarity about a suit."
Twilight looked confused as she went over the conversation from earlier with Connor, but noting the look of his face and connecting the dots; she realised what he was doing.
"You wish for me to make you a suit?" asked Rarity.
"If that's OK, but there's no rush. We can talk about it at a later date."
"Of course darling, for now let's just enjoy our dinner."
About twenty minutes later, everyone had finished their meals and were making their way out of the restaurant, having paid the bill. Connor footed the bill, all 1200 bits of it, much to the appreciation and gratitude of the girls and Spike.
Back outside again, the sun had set and the Las Pegasus was lit up in all its neon glory.
"Looks good on a night," commented Connor.
"Night time in Las Pegasus is when the adults come out to play."
"Rainbow Dash!" Rarity scolded, "I will not have such lewd jokes spoken in front of Spike!"
Rainbow continued snickering prompting Rarity to huff indignantly.
"Well, what are we doing now?" asked Connor.
"Well it's getting late and I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm tired," Twilight replied, "I'm going to see if there's a hotel with rooms available."
"There should be some where we're staying," Connor replied, "Why not start there?"
"Sure, it's as good as place as any."
A short while later, they arrived back at the hotel. After a short discussion with the hotel receptionists, Twilight had secured three rooms for the herself, Spike and the others, albeit spread on different floors. Twilight and Spike had a room on the 39th floor, Rarity, Applejack and Pinkie had a room on the 28th floor whilst Rainbow and Fluttershy had a room on the 56th floor. Connor and Spitfire's penthouse was on the 69th floor.
Again, all of it paid for by Connor. Spike and the girls would only be staying a couple of nights though.
After bidding each other a good night, everyone made their ways to their respective rooms to settle in for the night.
Entering their penthouse, Spitfire and Connor immediately locked the door and made their way to the bedroom. Removing his flightsuit and placing it on the chest of drawers, he turned back to the bed; Spitfire already making herself comfortable.
"Jump in Sleepy Head."
Connor didn't need telling again. He walked up to the bed and got under the covers, immediately snuggling up to Spitfire.
"We had a good time tonight," Spitfire said.
"Yeah, glad we could put everything behind us."
The was a few moments of silence before Spitfire spoke again.
"I really am sorry for how I acted Connor, I shouldn't have laughed at you like that."
"I know you are, and I accept your apology. And I'm sorry for how I reacted, that letter was savage."
"But understandable."
"Maybe, but let's not go down that avenue again, let's just enjoy the moment."
Spitfire smiled warmly, "Yeah, let's." |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 30 - ....Stays In Las Pegasus | Connor and the gang, sans Twilight and Spike, were strolling down the Las Pegasus strip, taking in the sights once more. Their destination was the arcades in the 'family friendly' area of the city, which to Connor, were more like seaside amusements such as in Bridlington and Scarborough. Not that he minded, seaside amusements were a source of great fun in his childhood and many good memories.
Though these amusements just didn't feel the same not being on a seafront.
Maybe it was the lack of seagulls?
They went into an arcade called Cumulonimbus. A multi-level cloud building containing games for all ages such as air hockey, bit pushers, slot machines, claw machines and a simulator like machine that allowed unicorns and earth ponies to experience what it would be like to be a pegasus. The simulator had a 'pre-programmed' course that the player had to complete in the fastest time possible.
The venture into the arcade though, was more a diversionary tactic to allow time for Twilight to go back to Ponyville and make the necessary arrangements for Connor. She would first go to Rarity's boutique to attempt to repair Connor's dress, then to the jewellers to have a golden laurel wreath made (if possible). Connor was planning the dinner for tonight but was prepared to postpone it if necessary. Twilight was able to use the excuse of being on an assignment from Celestia to avoid suspicion of where she went, at least as far as Rarity was concerned.
For the time being though the others were starting to enjoy themselves, Connor and Rainbow making a beeline for an air hockey table. The table was programmed to ten games per set, with the best of five sets being the winner.
"I'm gonna whoop your butt Connor!" Rainbow boasted confidently.
"Not before I kick your flank!"
MEANWHILE IN PONYVILLE
Twilight and Spike had just entered Rarity's boutique, having landed just moments ago in a hot air balloon along with Spike. They ventured upstairs and into Rarity's work room and began looking for the destroyed dress.
"Any idea where she could have put it?" asked Spike.
"My guess is somewhere where nopony would see it."
Twilight began looking through cupboards without much success, only finding bolts of untouched fabric and already made clothing. She moved on to the wardrobes and had just a s much success, before coming across a closet. Seeing no harm in looking, she opened the door and felt both pleasure and discomfort at the sight.
Twilight and the others heard Rarity tear it to pieces but seeing it first hoof really hit home how badly things went. She nonetheless picked the pieces up and brought them to the centre of the room, placing them back on the floor.
"Is that it?" asked Spike.
"It is, we're going to have our work cut out for us trying to repair this."
"Can't you just cast a spell and do it that way?"
"Maybe, but it will be a delicate process to do it correctly, otherwise there may be blemishes and other imperfections visible."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"If you could go to the jewellers and see of they have any gold laurel wreaths, and if not, see if Aurum Karat will produce one today," Twilight said to him, "I'll write out a letter explaining what I need. Do you have any scrolls and ink with you?"
"Right here," Spike replied, pulling said items out of hammerspace.
"Thanks Spike."
Twilight write the letter and levitated the scroll over to Spike, "Here you are. I've also included a sketch Connor made showing how he'd like it to look."
"Thanks Twilight, I'll go now and let you get to work."
"Thanks Spike, the sooner we sort this out, the less likely we'll be rushing around later."
Spike dashed off out of the library and headed towards the jewellers, running as fast as his short legs allowed. Reaching the jewellers, he went inside and was greeted by Karat Aurum himself, known to everyone as just 'Aurum'. An unsurprisingly gold unicorn with white mane and tail, and a cutie mark that simply showed a pyramid of six gold bars.
"Spike, wonderful to see you again, what brings you here? Not after eating my gems are you?"
Spike laughed nervously, "No, not today. But I am here on important business."
"Oh, what kind of important business?"
Spike held up the scroll and allowed Aurum to take it in his magic. Unfurling and reading it, Aurum's brow furrowed and he hummed uncertainly.
"I don't have in stock what Twilight and Connor ask for, and I'm uncertain if I could make it in time, even though I have enough gold in to make one."
"Would you be able to do it though?" Spike asked hopefully.
"I'll certainly give it a try," Aurum replied, "My apprentice can keep an eye on the shop floor."
"Great! How much do you think it will cost?"
"Well, for 24 karat gold, labour costs, VAT.....you're looking at around 12,000 bits."
Spike very nearly almost fainted.
"12,000 bits?"
Aurum nodded, "For what's described and the amount of gold I'd need to use, yes. I may be able to lower the price, but I would expect a favour in return from Connor, such as him endorsing my wares."
"I could ask him now if you like? I can write to him and use my dragon breath to send the letter."
"Of course, do you need any scrolls or ink?"
"No thanks, got some right here," Spike replied, pulling them out of hammerspace again.
Spike quickly wrote a letter and sent it away. He was only waiting a few seconds before he got a reply.
Hi Spike,
I'm fine with that, we can discuss details another day. My bank has a branch in Las Pegasus, so if he sends an invoice I can transfer the funds to his business account.
Connor.
NB: Can you keep me updated on yours and Twilight's progress? And if you can, can you try to find a gold brooch that would suit me?
Spike showed Aurum the scroll.
"Very well," he said, returning the scrolls to Spike, "I shall begin at once. Return to me at around 5pm and it should be ready. If you're friend is after a golden brooch there are some over on the far corner."
Spike looked to where Aurum was pointing, "There are a great many to choose from, if you need any assistance, just ask my apprentice."
"Great! I'll see you then."
Aurum went into his workshop at the back of the store, telling his apprentice to take the shop floor.
Spike walked over to the glass cabinet and looked the the many different brooches. Some small, some large ones; some bland and others extravagant.
What would Connor like? Spike thought.
He continued looking until he came across one that looked particularly cool. Or at least Spike thought it did. The brooch was also 24 karat gold, and featured star shaped rubies encrusted into it, two large stars on each side, each 'orbited' by four smaller stars. The brooch would keep Connor's hair tied tightly in place, and would require his hair intertwined with it.
"May I help you sir?"
Spike turned around to see who he assumed to be Aurum's apprentice.
"Maybe. My friend is after a brooch and I think they may be interested in this one," Spike replied, pointing to the respective jewellery.
"Would you like a close look?"
"Yes please."
The apprentice unlocked the cabinet with his magic and removed the brooch, locking the cabinet door again. Looking closer at the brooch, he saw more easily the very high craftsmanship that went into making it. Spike had no idea of Connor would like it, but Connor wouldn't have asked him if he didn't trust his judgement.
"I'll take it!"
"Excellent, come with me to the counter and we'll sort things out."
Spike followed the stallion to the counter, who began wrapping the brooch in protective packaging and then placing it in a decorative mahogany box.
"Would you like to add it to your other item and have your friend transfer the funds?"
"Yeah please."
"Very well, the brooch will add 3,000 bits to the bill."
Spike almost fainted.
Maybe I should have asked for the price first.......I hope Connor won't be mad.
"I'll leave this behind the counter with a note for my master."
"Great, I'll be here later to collect it. See you then."
"See you then sir."
Spike left the store and ran back to tell Twilight of the situation. Upon returning and going upstairs, he saw Twilight had managed to 'fuse' some rags back together, but tell-tale signs of damage were still visible.
"Hey Twilight."
"Hey Spike, how did things go at Aurum's?"
Great, the wreath should be ready by 5pm."
"Wonderful, did he say how much it would cost?"
Spike began to feel uneasy again, the high cost making him feel light headed and nervous to tell Twilight.
"It errr......it will cost......t-twelve thousand bits, and that's just the wreath. The brooch I picked out cost another 3,000 bits."
"Seems reasonable," Twilight replied calmly.
That wasn't the response Spike was expecting, "Twilight?"
"Something wrong Spike?"
"The laurel wreath will cost 12,000 bits and the brooch 3,000......and you're not shocked by it?"
"No, not when you consider the weight and the cost of gold, and the labour costs and VAT. 15,000 bits seems a pretty reasonable deal."
"Can Connor even afford it?"
"Certainly, remember he got damages from those newspapers who made libellous stories about him? And then there's income from his job, sponsorship payments and royalties from merchandise featuring his likeness. And I doubt he would have asked you to pick out a broach if he didn't trust your judgement."
Spike felt a swell of pride in hearing Twilight mention Connor's trust in him. Connor was one of the few guy friends he had and valued it greatly.
"How much do you think Connor is worth?"
"I'm not sure, you'd have to ask him."
"Is there anything else?"
"Not now, though if you like you can go to the library and get a head start on re-organising."
"Sure thing Twi."
5pm was approaching and Spike was running his legs off trying to get to the shop before Aurum locked up for the day. Almost everypony in town had gone home after another days work, leaving Spike as one of the few outside. Fortunately, the weather was still calm and warm, with a soft orange glow gently lighting up the town.
He reached the shop with two minutes to spare and went inside. Already on the counter were two boxes, the small one Spike had already seen as it continued what would be Connor's new brooch. A larger, also a mahogany box, rested by its side.
"Come on in Spike," Aurum said, "I'll show you the wreath. I finished it only half an hour ago."
Aurum went behind the counter and unlocked the box. He opened the box with his magic and levitated the wreath into the air.
Spike stood opened mouthed at the piece. The spotless gold shone brightly and the gold leaves consisted of three leaves side by side, the middle pointing ahead, and the left and right leaves pointing left and right respectively. This set up continued from the back of the wreath all the way to the front, large to small respectively.
"That looks great! I'm sure Connor will love it!"
"I'm gratified to hear that," Aurum said putting the wreath back into the box.
He then levitated some papers into Spike's view, "These papers include the invoice, receipts and the account the funds need to be paid to."
Spike took the papers and kept a good hold of them, eager not to lose them.
"I'm closing up shop now, are you returning to Twilight?"
"Yeah, I haven't seen her since this morning; she had an important project at Rarity's to do so I left her to it."
"Want me to walk you there, I can carry these boxes for you?"
"That'll be great, thanks!"
A few minutes later, Aurum and Spike arrived at Rarity's boutique. Opening the door, the pair entered and went upstairs. They entered Rarity's work room and were both surprised to find Twilight asleep on a sofa in the most unladylike fashion.
"I'll leave you to your friend," Aurum said, placing the boxes down on the floor, "Goodbye Spike."
"Bye Aurum."
Spike watched Aurum leave and waited until he heard the door close before walking over to Twilight.
"Twilight?"
No response.
"Twilight!"
"Wuh What!" Twilight exclaimed as she bolted upright in shock. Calming herself down and looking around she saw her number one assistant.
"Oh Spike, it's only you."
"Yeah, errrrr....I got the wreath and broach from Aurum," Spike said, pointing towards the boxes.
"Oh great," Twilight replied, smiling in delight, "Well take them to Connor at once."
Twilight picked up the boxes in her magic and ran towards the door.
"WAIT!"
Twilight stopped in her tracks and turned around, "What's the matter Spike? Why are you yelling?"
"Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked, fearful she fell asleep before finishing repairs.
"Forgetting something?"
"Connor's dress?"
"Oh yeah," Twilight replied joyfully, "Over here."
Spike followed Twilight who walked over to a changing screen. She used her magic to levitate the screen out of the way and revealed the fully repaired dress Rarity had destroyed. Every piece of fabric had been fused back together and all pieces back to their original place with no signs of damage at all, it was as if the dress was never destroyed in the first place.
"Wow! Nicely done Twilight, how did you do it?"
"Thanks Spike. As for how I did it, I just used a combination of different spells; too complicated to explain."
"I'll take your word for it, so, shall we get going?"
"Absolutely, we don't want to keep Connor waiting."
"What do you think he's doing now?"
"I'm not sure, but we should send him a letter and let him know we're on our way."
Connor was sat in his hotel room having read the letter from Spike and Twilight. According to the letter, Twilight had managed to repair the dress and Spike had managed to get the brooch and laurel wreath. He was deeply sceptical Twilight would have been able to repair the dress but it seemed he had been proved wrong.
Twilight and Spike were on their way back to Las Pegasus, a journey that would give Connor enough time to get changed and get his hair sorted out. Fortunately, the hotel had an on-site mane stylist who agreed to style Connor's hair, he too knowing a hair lengthening spell; but not wanting to work on Connor's hair until he saw the dress and brooch.
Whilst he was waiting in his room; the other girls sans Spitfire, were getting pampered in the hotel spa, Rainbow included. All part of a plot to keep Rarity distracted while Connor made the dinner arrangements.
One of the services the hotel provided was setting up private dinners in guest's rooms, at no extra charge. The dinner would be for Connor and Rarity only, the other girls agreeing to assist Connor in apologising to Rarity for the over-the-top letter he wrote.
But for now, he decided in getting a bath with Spitfire's assistance, followed by a wing preening.
"Ready Stiff Wings?"
"Sure am Sugar Sprinkles," he replied, picking up Spitfire and carrying her like a foal into the bathroom.
"Whaaahh!" Spitfire screamed as Connor cradled her in his arms close to his chest, "Put me down Stiff Wings! That's an order!"
"Oh shush yourself my little pony."
Entering the bathroom he put her back on the floor, only to notice her scowl.
"What's wrong Milkshake?"
"There will be consequences for that little stunt."
"Why? Don't want anyone knowing that you're really just a little cutie?" he asked teasingly.
"I'm not a little cutie," Spitfire pouted.
Connor stifled a laugh, "Keep telling yourself that Milkshake."
He gave her a gentle pat on the head and turned back towards the bath. He removed his flightsuit and boots and handed them to Spitfire, who took them back into the penthouse lounge. She returned to find Connor had already started running a bath, and he was sat on the floor with his back against the bathtub.
"Does even running a bath tire you out?"
"Yeah, it's an extraneous activity that takes its toll on my energy."
Spitfire flew over a plopped herself down on Connor's lap, her hind legs straddling his waist and forelegs wrapped around his neck.
"Too tired for a quick one?" she asked sultry.
Connor, his cheeks beet red, only mumbled incoherent utterances. Spitfire giggled, "Damn you're cute when you get all flustered."
Spitfire moved in to kiss Connor on his lips, an act Connor caught on and responded on kind, putting his hands gently around the back of her head and pulling himself closer to her.
"Stop fidgeting!"
"I'm not fidgeting," Connor replied.
Spitfire was busy trying to tidy up Connor's wings in an effort to make them look presentable for his dinner with Rarity later, a task made all the more difficult by Connor's twitchy wings.
"Connor, if you don't keep your wing still I'll end up pulling out a primary."
"I'm trying to keep them still!"
"Look, I know you apprehensive about your dinner with Rarity but you need to calm down," Spitfire replied, "It's no good turning up with missing feathers."
"I know, and I'm trying to keep calm but-"
Connor was cut off when he felt Spitfire's hoof massaging the base of his wings. The slow kneading movements were successful in calming Connor's jitteriness. Spitfire did this for several seconds all around the base of his wings.
"Better?" asked Spitfire.
"Yeah, thanks."
"No problem, now hold on while I finish preening you."
A few minutes later, a calmer Connor finished having his wings preened. Twilight and Spike arrived during his preening, Connor pleasantly surprised that Twilight had managed to actually repair the dress. Though not as pleasantly surprised when he saw the combined cost of the wreath and broach. He nonetheless thanked Spike for picking out a good choice and promised to take him out one night as a thank you.
Wearing just a pair of trousers and shoes, he began heading down to ground level to the hotel hairdresser, Spitfire going on ahead to make sure they didn't run into Rarity. They didn't and managed to make it to the hairdresser's without incident, Twilight bringing the dress along too; Spike dutifully carrying the boxes containing the necklace, wrist bannds, wreath and broach.
Upon entering the hairdresser, a pink-furred, white maned unicorn immediately approached; he had extravagant mane style and attire that would attract the attention of anypony around along with a white scarf wrapped around his neck.
"Hey there handsome," the stylist said warmly, hugging Connor.
"Hey, you must be the stylist," Connor replied, blushing slightly from the affection.
"Indeed I am sweetums, the name's Bobby Dazzler, now; what can I do to that mop of yours?"
"Well-"
"Do you want to see the dress he'll be wearing first?" asked Spitfire.
"I'd love to!"
Connor scowled at a mischievously grinning Spitfire while Twilight removed the dust cover off the dress. Bobby Dazzler's eyes lit up like the stars when he saw the dress, captivated by its radiance and beauty.
"Oh my gosh, it's beautiful!" he squeed, "I must ask who made it!"
"A friend of mine, Rarity," Connor replied, "She has a boutique in Ponyville if your ever interested."
"I might just pay a visit, and drag my coltfriend with me."
"Coltfriend?"
"Yeah, he's colt-cuddler; I swing both ways."
"Cool. I assume colt-cuddler is a term for homosexual here?"
"Yes," Bobby replied, before his face turning sour, "That....doesn't bother you does it?"
"Not at all, I hope your happy together."
Bobby's cheery demeanour returned, a bright smile on his face again, "That's great, it means a lot to hear that! Now come on, your mane won't style itself."
Sometime later, Bobby had finished.
"Magnifico!" he exclaimed, jubilantly dancing up and down on the spot, "You look splendid darling!"
Connor looked at himself in the mirror. Bobby had lengthened his hair using a spell, interweaving between and through the broach's clasps and tying his hair tightly into a bun; but leaving a few strands to fall loosely to the right hand side. The golden laurel wreath too had been set in place, strands of his hair being put through holes in the headband and pulled upwards as part of the bun.
"I suppose I do," Connor conceded, still surprised that he was able to pull off such a look despite being male.
"Now why don't we get you into that lovely dress of yours," Bobby added.
Despite wanting to do this, Connor still felt a little nervous about it. Whereas before he was at least in the privacy if Rarity's boutique, here he would be seen in public, and run the risk of seeing his picture in the paper. Nonetheless, he stood up and walked over to where Twilight was keeping the dress. Twilight, Spitfire and Spike were all waiting with it, having watched Connor's hairstyle take form.
"Looking good Connor," Spitfire said, "The wreath suits you well, as does the broach."
"I suppose it does," he replied before turning to Spike, "You made a good choice goraan gein."
Spike swelled with pride and smiled brightly, "Glad I could help zuwuth gein."
"Come on Connor," Twilight said, "Less talking Dovahzul, more getting dressed."
"Yes ma'am."
Within minutes, Connor was indeed dressed and was putting on the thick gold wrist bands and necklace, clasping them firmly in place. His footwear was specially designed to both suit the dress and not look 'wrong' on Connor; his shoes being reminiscent of the Oxford style.
Looking at himself in a mirror, he placed his hands on his hips and shook his head in disbelief.
"Is something wrong, Connor?" asked Bobby.
"No nothing's wrong, I'm just surprised at how well I pull this look off."
"Why wouldn't you be able to pull it off?"
"Well where I'm from, most guys don't look good in dresses, at all."
Connor twisted his hips from left to right and back again, repeating the motion over and over, causing the dress beneath his waist to swish around in the same motion.
"Enjoying yourself?"
Connor turned to his snickering marefriend, "Very much so, Milkshake."
"So, shall we get going? It won't be long now before Rarity arrives," Twilight asked.
"Sure."
Connor, Spitfire, Twilight and Spike walked out of the salon and into the foyer, Connor attracting a few looks. Their whispering amongst themselves began to make him feel self-conscious that they were saying less-than-nice things about him, causing him to unconsciously begin clasping and squeezing his hands.
"Connor," Spitfire said, steadying his hands with her hooves, "Connor calm down, everything's going to be fine."
"Yeah.......yeah, it will; just a little jittery from...."
Connor didn't need to finish the sentence for Spitfire to know what he was referring to.
"You'll be fine Connor," Spitfire said, giving him a reassuring nuzzle on his cheek, "Rarity will truly appreciate what you're doing."
I hope so, Connor though, doubtfully.
SEVERAL MINUTES LATER
Just outside the penthouse door, an excited Rarity knocked on the door. Like Connor, she too had dressed up for the night. She was wearing a bright blue dress that glittered and sparkled like the stars, complete with matching hoof shoes and a silver tiara encrusted with sapphires.
The door opened, revealing Spitfire.
"Hey Rarity, Connor's waiting for you," she said as she walked out, "Go on in."
"Thank you Spitfire."
Spitfire walked away, leaving Rarity to enter the penthouse. She closed the door behind her and walked forward into the lounge area. The room's lamps were lit giving a cosy feel, but Connor was nowhere to be seen; she couldn't even see him over in the dining area. Looking around further, she noticed the sliding door onto the balcony was open. She walked over to the balcony and gasped in shock at the scene.
Set up on the balcony was a table and two chairs, fully set up for dinner for two, complete with a wine bucket and ice. She walked slowly over to examine the set up more closely when she heard someone behind her.
"Hey Rarity."
Rarity jumped in fright at the sudden voice but quickly composed herself and turned around.
Her jaw hit the floor at what she saw.
There was Connor in the dress she made. The same dress she destroyed.
"What do you think Rarity?" Connor asked, spreading his arms out, "Twilight did a good job repairing it."
Rarity's mouth flopped up and down for a few seconds as her brain tried to process what she was seeing.
"C-C-C-Connor?"
"Yes Rarity?"
"W-hat are y-you wearing?"
"The dress you made."
"B-but I thought you hated it?"
"No, it was just how everyone reacted that I didn't like."
Rarity winced in discomfort, "Oh, y-yes...that, we were a bit-"
"Rarity," Connor interrupted, walking over to her, "It's in the past. I wanted to have this private dinner with you as an apology for how I reacted. That letter was too over the top, you didn't deserve to be spoken to like that, even in writing."
Connor knelt down closer to Rarity's eye level and extended his hand, "So allow me to make it up to you by treating you to a private dinner."
Rarity smiled softly and extended her hoof. Connor gently took her hoof and kissed the top of it, prompting Rarity to giggle.
"Do you accept my offer, my lady?"
"I do darling."
Connor stood back up to his full height and extended his arm in the direction of the dinner table, "Shall we?"
He lead her over to the table and pulled out the chair for her.
"Thank you darling, you're such a gentlecolt," she said as she say down.
Connor pushed the chair in before going to sit himself down opposite Rarity, being careful to not tear the dress when doing so.
"I must say Connor, after what happened I wouldn't have thought you'd be dressed like you are."
"Neither did I, but after hearing you destroyed the dress...I felt bad, especially after the work you put into making it."
"How did Twilight fix it? I can't see a single blemish on it!"
"I did ask, something I regret."
"How so?"
"She gave a very wordy answer that made everything even more complicated to understand."
Rarity giggled, "That does sound like Twilight."
Connor grabbed the menu that was already in place in front of him and began looking through, Rarity doing the same. Neither took long to decide their starters, both picking Prawn salads; and for a drink they settled on a sixty year old bottle of red wine from valleys outside Las Pagasus.
Connor, pressing took a small bell on the table and shook it gently; the bell being enchanted so that waiters would arrive momentarily.
"So Connor, what do you think of Las Pegasus?"
"It's a very interesting place, reminds me a lot about Las Vegas; a very similar city on Earth also complete with a lot of neon lights, hotels and casinos."
"Is it popular also?"
"Very, especially so at night when you have the added bonus of children being banned from entering the strip."
"Do you not like children?" Rarity asked, slightly shocked.
"It's not that, it's just there are times when it's nice to enjoy a night out without screaming children running around."
"I suppose so.....like now for instance?"
"Exactly, just a peaceful, relaxing dinner with a good friend."
Just then they both heard a knock at the door. Connor got up and began to walk over, "I won't be long, it'll probably be the waiter."
"Take your time darling."
Rarity watched on as Connor walked away, still a little shocked at the dress he was wearing was repaired so well; but considering Twilight was behind it, it did at least make sense. Though she was also in a little shock he was actually wearing the dress, she expected him to be wearing a suit of sorts, she couldn't have been more delighted that Connor considered the incident to be in the past.
She wasn't waiting long before Connor returned.
"Starter's have been ordered, they'll only be a few minutes," he said as he sat down.
"Splendid darling," she replied, before taking note of his golden laurel wreath, "I must say Connor, I love the wreath."
"I had a feeling you would, I had it made today actually."
"I assume Twilight and Spike had something to do with it?"
"Spike, he went to Karat Aurum and commissioned him to make it. Spike also picked out the broach I'm wearing too."
Connor moved his head to the side allowing Rarity a better view of the broach.
"It looks magnificent!"
"I take it you like it then?" he asked.
"I love it, it suits you perfectly! I love what you've done with your mane as well."
"I got it done just before dinner in the hotel, a stallion stylist by the name of Bobby Dazzler."
"Well he's done a splendid job of it, I may pay him a visit myself."
"He used the same hair lengthening spell you used to be able to tie my hair up like it is, then threaded my hair through small holes in the wreath headband to keep it in place."
"It looks like he did something similar with the broach."
"He did, mostly to keep my hair in place."
Rarity and Connor both looked out towards the the city, the balcony giving a fantastic view of the strip; lit up in all it's neon glory.
"We've got a good view up here," Connor stated.
"Indeed. Views like these make me slightly jealous of Pegasi at times, having the freedom to take to the skies whenever you so please."
"You could levitate yourself, couldn't you?"
"It wouldn't be the same."
"No I suppose not."
The pair spent a few more minutes just looking out at the view, enjoying the peace and quiet. A peace and quiet that was interrupted by a knock at the door. Connor got up once more and went to answer it, a unicorn waiter with a trolley waited outside.
"Your starter meals sir," the waiter said.
"Thanks, could you bring them over the table on the balcony?"
"Certainly sir."
The waiter followed Connor onto the balcony, pushing the trolley along with his magic. Connor sat himself down as the waiter put their prawn salads in front of them, reasonably sized portions, even by human sizes. The waiter then opened a small door and took out the bottle of wine Connor and Rarity ordered. He placed two wine glasses on the table and uncorked the bottle, a resounding 'pop' emanating from the bottle neck when doing so.
"Would you like me to pour each of you a glass?"
Rarity and Connor looked to one another and nodded.
"Yes please," Connor replied.
The waiter poured each of them a glass before placing the bottle on the table.
"When you are ready to order your main courses, please don't hesitate to buzz."
"Will do, thank you," Connor said.
The waiter bowed his head to both Connor and Rarity before leaving.
"Well, shall we start?" Connor asked, "It'd be a shame if we let this go to waste."
"If this is anything like the breakfast this morning then we're in for a good dinner."
The starter was indeed good and the pair quickly moved on to ordering their main courses. Rarity having Prawn and Chorizo linguine, and Connor having a roast beef joint with roast potatoes and vegetables. The pair chatted a little more while they waited for their meal, mostly about Rarity's time in Ponyville before Twilight arrived.
"Connor darling, have you thought about what you'll be wearing for the Grand Galloping Gala?"
"I thought I'd just turn up in my Wonderbolt flightsuit."
"Are you sure? I mean, I know it's normal for Wonderbolts to do so but you could always turn up in something more.....fancy."
"You mean like the dress I'm wearing?"
"Maybe, or I could still make you that suit you requested."
"Sure, so long as look something like I'm not too fussed."
The pair heard the door open along with rattling of a trolley. Coming into view was the same waiter from before; he walked up to the table and, opening the doors to the trolley's compartments, took out their respective meals and placed them in front of Rarity and Connor.
"Here you are sir, ma'am."
"Thank you, it smells and looks great," Connor replied.
"You're welcome sir, enjoy your meals."
The stallion left, taking the trolley with him.
"Have you ever been to the Gala before?"
"No, this will be a first time. Have you ever been to something like it on Earth?"
"I've been to some of my dad's military do's in the past."
"What were they like?"
"Boring in the extreme. Every time I had to put up with military types all asking me when I'm going to join, and why I didn't want to when I said I wasn't interested."
"Er, why....didn't you want to join?"
"A life in the armed forces just wasn't something I could see myself doing."
"What did you do for a job then?"
"I looked and applied in many places, but was always rejected."
"Why? Surely some places would have given you the chance?"
Connor shook his head, "I couldn't even get a job flipping burgers in McDonalds."
"Is that bad?"
"Well, put it this way; the prospect of working in McDonalds is usually used as a threat to those who don't concentrate at school. In other words, those without much of a future."
"But you have a future ahead of you. You're very smart and got good grades at school; so why couldn't you get a job?"
Connor didn't immediately answer, his reluctance though was picked up by Rarity.
"Connor, are you OK? We don't have to talk about this if you don't want to."
Connor shook his head, "Don't worry, I'm fine. It's probably just my wild imagination."
"What do you mean?"
"When I look back on things, and knowing what I know now; I can't help but feel as though something was put in place to stop me from getting a job."
Rarity raised her eyebrows sceptically, "Connor, I'm not accusing you of lying but don't you think that's a little.....far-fetched?"
"Maybe, but rejected from every place I applied for, my dad giving me money each week so I wouldn't have to sign on, and him seemingly OK with it? It all just seems a little suspicious."
"What about your sisters?"
"All had jobs in supermarkets, but me? If I didn't end up in Equestria I'd still be wasting away, never to start a career."
"Do you think your dad had something to do with it?"
Connor reluctantly nodded.
"Have you ever confronted him about it?"
"No. I only have suspicions, no evidence. Besides, he usually brushes people away when he's confronted by those he considers subordinate to him. There's times when I felt he saw me as nothing more than an erk."
"An erk?"
"RAF slang for Aircraftman, the lowest rank in the Royal Air Force."
"Did you not get along with your father?"
"We weren't close, but we didn't not get along. But let's not get bogged down with what my dad may or may not have done, let's just enjoy our meals.....before they go cold."
Connor and Rarity had finished their dinner, having each finished of with dessert and another bottle of wine. Though both thoroughly enjoyed the evening, Rarity became concerned after Connor's revelations about his suspicions regarding his father. She began to wonder if that contributed to his angry outburst the other day. She knew that if her father, or anyone for that matter, actively tried to prevent her from starting a career or just get a job for that matter; she would be livid with them. She could certainly understand his frustration and anger about it.
Connor was now escorting Rarity back to her room on the 28th floor, taking the lift down.
The lift door opened and the pair stepped out into the corridor, making a right turn towards Rarity's room.
"So, did you enjoy the evening?" asked Connor.
"I most certainly did, thank you Connor."
The two didn't have to walk far until they reached Rarity's room.
"So this is where we say goodnight," Connor said as they came to a stop.
"Indeed, it's been a lovely evening Connor; thank you."
"You're welcome Rarity."
Rarity opened the door, "Goodnight Connor."
"Night Rarity."
She went inside and closed the door behind her, leaving Connor alone in the corridor. Feeling a tired, he yawned and stretched his arms out; relieving a bit if tension. He headed back to the lift and went inside, his destination being one of the hotel bars where Spitfire awaited him. He soon reached the ground floor and made his way over, attracting a few stares over his attire.
He went inside and immediately began looking for his fiery maned marefriend. It didn't take too long and he soon found her sat at a table next to a window along with Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy. He walked over and was greeted with a hug from Spitfire.
"Hey Milkshake, miss me?"
"Yeah, loads. I was completely lost without you."
"Yeah I love you too," he replied, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
She sat back down and was joined by Connor, sitting beside her.
"Hey girls."
"Hey Connor," Fluttershy and Rainbow answered in unison.
"So, what have you girls been up to?"
"Oh we've just been hanging around here," Rainbow replied, "Drinking and eating."
"Sounds good, have anything good?"
"Just the most awesome smoked haddock ever!"
"The beef steak I had was brilliant. What did you two have?"
"I just had vegetable soup," Fluttershy replied.
"I had chicken curry."
"Sound like we all had a good time tonight," Connor said, "Any of you still thirsty? I feel like another drink."
The girls all eagerly agreed and after looking through the wine menu, the four quickly decided on a bottle of dry white. Connor was volunteered by the others to be the one to go and get it, and after a few minutes returned with a large bottle and four glasses on a golden tray. Connor set the tray down and put the glasses in front of everyone, followed by the wine bottle being put in the centre of the table.
"Thank you waitress," Spitfire said.
"You're welcome."
Connor went off to return the tray, returning quickly and sitting down. Spitfire had already made a start in uncorking the bottle and soon poured everyone a glass.
"So," Connor started, "What does everyone think of Las Pegasus?"
"It's awesome!" Rainbow replied, "All the booze, all the gambling, what's not to like?"
"I like all the bright lights," Fluttershy added, "It makes the city so pretty on a night."
"What about you Milkshake?"
"Looks almost as pretty as you."
Spitfire and the others couldn't help but start snickering. Connor though, this time took it in good humour.
"Well if you like it so much I'll wear it more often."
"Excellent! I'll commission Rarity to make you an entire wardrobe of dresses."
Connor started going a faint shade of white, "I was just joking."
Spitfire looked square into Connor's eyes with a dead serious expression, "I wasn't."
Connor took a rather large gulp of wine, sincerely hoping that Spitfire was indeed....just joking.
An hour later the four of them walked out of the bar and back into the hotel foyer.
"Well it's getting late, we're going to head back," Rainbow said.
"Sure thing, see you both tomorrow," Connor replied.
Rainbow flew off while Fluttershy gave Connor and Spitfire a quick hug, before she too flew off. When they were out of sight, Connor turned to Spitfire.
"So, shall we head back up then?"
"Yeah, I'm starting to get tired."
As the pair started to head back, Connor's Pegasus level hearing allowed him to overhear the conversation at the front desk.
"I'm sorry sir but your card has been declined," the receptionist said.
"How can that be? I'm nowhere near my limit on it."
Interested, he turned over to look.
His eyes went wide at the sight.
"Something wrong Connor?"
"The chocolate brown pegasus stallion over there," he said, pointing to him, "I've seen him before."
"When?"
"The other day before we met your parents, just after we got back from having dinner with Vulcan and Cara. He was exiting the throne room looking deeply upset if his drooping tail and ears were anything to go by."
"I don't remember."
"You were asleep.....I carried you up to bed."
Spitfire blushed, "Well......what did he want?"
"I don't know, but there is one way to find out."
Before Spitfire could ask how, Connor began walking over to the front desk; the conversation between the stallion and receptionist becoming louder and louder.
"But I'm telling you the card IS valid!"
"I'm sorry sir but it's been rejected by the system."
The stallion sighed heavily, "Damn that bitch!"
"Excuse me," Connor said, "Is there a problem?"
The stallion turned to Connor, "Nothing you need to concern yourself with, so why don't you.......wait a minute, I saw you the other day in the castle."
"I remember, you didn't look so good."
The stallion's face turned into a snarl, "Well of course I didn't! My bitch of a now ex-wife took everything I had in the divorce! Her rich parents saw to it that I was left with nothing!"
The stallion began stomping up to Connor, "Everything I worked hard to acquire was taken from me! MY house! MY business! MY savings! She took everything I had and left me with nothing!"
Connor, not unnerved by the stallion's outburst, continued, "Is that why you went to Celestia? To see if you could get anything back?"
The stallion calmed himself a little, breathing in through his nose and exhaling through the mouth, "Yes, but the matter was out of her hooves. Legally she couldn't do anything."
"Where have you been staying?"
"I used what little change I had on me to stay in a hostel. I've just tried to use my credit card but as it....or was a joint account my ex has probably cut off my access. I would have stayed at the hostel but they only accepted coins, but given what's just happened I'd still be out on the street."
"Do you not have any friends you can stay with?"
"If I did do you think I'd be here?" the stallion snarled.
Connor flinched sightly at the outburst; the stallion though, was quick to apologise.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you. But to answer your question, no. I have no friends, not really."
Connor walked over to the front desk, "Can you put him up in a room for the night, put it on my account."
The stallion's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, "WHAT?!"
"I'm paying to put you up for the night, then we'll see what we can do to help you."
The stallion's mouth flopped up and down in disbelief. Surely this couldn't be happening. He continued to watch as Connor signed a form and was handed a key. Connor walked over to the stallion and handed him it, completely lost for words.
"I, I don't know how to ever thank you."
"Don't worry about it, what's your name by the way?"
"Theo Cacao, chocolatier," he said, extending a hoof.
"Connor Wakefield, General Manager of the Wonderbolts and student of Princess Luna."
"I know, I've read all about you in the papers. You seem to have done well for yourself."
"It seems that way, but I don't feel as though I deserve all of it. I'd rather earn what I get, it's why I agreed to become Luna's student so I could gain the necessary skills and qualifications to do my job."
"I can respect that, but everything I worked so hard to achieve has been taken from me. In the divorce, my bitch of an ex-wife was given full ownership of the business I started!"
"How did she get it?"
"She claimed that she was the one who ran the books and managed everypony. It's all lies. She contributed nothing to the business, she only took from it; but because her parents are rich they were able to afford more barristers to plead her case. I stood no chance, I had limited funds and was only able to acquire the services of a barrister who'd only just been called to the bar. He did the best he could, I don't blame him for what happened."
"What's become of your business now your ex-wife owns it?"
"It's not even been a month and already she's ran it into the ground. My chocolate suppliers refused to continue supplying cocoa beans to her, and the few staff I employed all left in protest over her takeover. The replacement staff she employed had no passion for chocolate and had no knowledge on how to make it, sculpt it, sell it....."
Theo paused for a moment to catch his breath and calm his emotions, "Sorry if it sounds like I'm rambling on, it's just that I studied and worked hard to make that store into what it was, then my ex-wife runs it into the ground less than a month after taking over."
"Surely some good came out of it?" Connor suggested.
"Well, I was allowed to keep the chocolate production tools I used to start with. But without any money to start up again, they're effectively useless. I can't even afford to produce a single bar of chocolate now, never mind open a new store."
Cogs and gears were already spinning and turning in Connor's mind.
Theo is single and a chocolatier.
Cara is single and a fudge maker.
A recipe for success?
Clapping his hands together in delight, he gestured towards the lift to the hotel rooms.
"Come, my new friend; let's talk things chocolate."
Theo's bottom lip started trembling, "Friend? You consider me a friend?"
"Sure, you seem like a nice guy; and you could do with a friend right now."
As Connor had gotten used to during his time in Equestria, a pony's touchy feely nature came through again. Theo flew gently into the air and gave Connor a hug, "Thank you, you've no idea how much this means to me."
Connor returned the hug, "You're welcome."
The pair let go of each other and started to walk towards the lifts, Spitfire following along having watched on quietly the entire time.
"Do you want to go on ahead a minute, I just want to talk to my marefriend; We're staying in the penthouse."
"Sure, I'll wait for you outside."
Theo went on ahead, leaving Connor with Spitfire. Once he was out of earshot, Connor bent down to Spitfire's level.
"Are you up for some fast, night time flying?"
"Why?" she queried.
"Could you go and get Cara and bring her here?"
"Sure, I'm assuming you're thinking of trying to get her to help him out?"
"If I can."
"Well Cara's reasonable and looking to expand her business, this could be an ideal opportunity. Her and Theo combining their skills, any idea where she'll be right now?"
"She might be in her apartment above the shop, if not she might be at Vulcan's."
"I'll head over there now, but if she gets angry for the late night call I'm putting the blame on to you."
Connor laughed, "Well it sort of is my fault. Anyway, see you later."
"See you later."
Spitfire flew off towards Cloudsdale while Connor made his way back to the penthouse. Within a couple of minutes he was back and, as he said hewould be, Theo was waiting outside.
"Hey there," Connor said, "Waiting for someone?"
"Only a strange biped that looks disturbingly good in a dress."
"Jealous?"
Theo scoffed, "As if! But hey, I don't really care. If you want to wear a dress go ahead, it's not harming anypony."
Connor walked over to the door and unlocked it, "Come on in, I've some beer in the fridge; want one?"
"Absolutely, a nice refreshing can of cold beer sounds so good right now."
Theo followed Connor inside and closed the door behind him. He walked into the penthouse lounge, gawking in awe at the Wonderbolt style decor and nearly walking into a table.
"Nice room. I dare not think how much it costs."
"It's not cheap but thanks to a payout from a libellous 'news story', I've been able to treat myself and my marefriend."
"Still your marefriend? Have you ever thought of popping the question?"
Connor began to play with his fingers and rub the back if his neck, "It's not really crossed my mind."
Theo scoffed, "Of course it hasn't, that's why you're blushing."
Connor's blush got redder, "I'm going to get the beer now."
SOME TIME LATER, APPROX 12AM.
Spitfire and Cara were in the lift on their way up to the penthouse, both eager to rest from their exhausting late night flight. Cara was surprised by the visit from Spitfire, and even more so when Spitfire explained the reason. Or what Spitfire thought was Connor's reason.
She was more than eager to listen to possible business ventures, but for now she was too tired and only wanted to retire to her bed. Or a bed.
"Do you know if Connor will be awake?" asked Cara.
"Possibly, usually goes to sleep around 1AM."
Spitfire opened the door and stood aside to let Cara in.
"Thanks," she said as she walked past.
"You're welcome."
Spitfire went in and locked the door behind her. She headed for the lounge area and was drawn to the bewildered look on Cara's face. She followed where her vision was directed and Spitfire too, was slightly taken back in surprise.
Connor was sat on the end seat of the sofa, albeit asleep, still in his dress and jewellery. He was slumped slightly to his right hand side with his right arm hanging down the side.
Cara suffered a brain freeze as she tried to process what she was seeing.
"No need to adjust your vision Cara," Spitfire giggled, "You really are seeing Connor in a dress."
Cara turned her head slowly to Spitfire, "Why is my big little baby brother wearing a dress?"
"It's a long story," Spitfire said with a small amount of sadness.
"Did....did something happen?"
Spitfire nodded, "Yeah, but can we talk about it in the morning? I'm a little tired."
"Sure," Cara replied, before turning to her brother, "Is there a blanket or anything to cover him, keep him warm?"
"I'll find one, there's sure to be one in here."
Spitfire went off to find a blanket while Cara went back focussing her attention on her brother. Looking at his attire she couldn't help but quietly giggle at thinking all the fun and mischief they could have had together.....had things turned out differently.
Spitfire quickly returned and draped a blanket over Connor.
"There's another bedroom across from ours, come on I'll show you."
Cara nodded and after one more quick look at Connor, followed Spitfire to the other bedroom.
"Breakfast is going to be a most interesting experience," Cara said as she pulled the bed covers back, "Do you think you could not mention me to him? It's just that I want to see the look on his face when he sees me see him."
A mischievous grin formed on Spitfire's face.
MEANWHILE ON EARTH
Alexander stood frozen in the driveway, absolutely and completely stunned into silence.
One of his cars, a Range Rover L405 in midnight blue, had disappeared from his driveway. Theft was out of the question considering that Alexander, his wife and daughters were under 24/7 protection. Neither his wife or daughters had left, as they were unable to, and no-one from the air base had taken it. How it disappeared completely eluded him.
Absolutely no trace of foul play.
Just like Connor's disappearance. |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 31 - The Best Night Ever! | This was the big night.
The night Connor had been dreading for weeks. The Grand Galloping Gala, Equestria's biggest night of the year, was just a couple of hours away. The event was supposed to celebrate the construction of Canterlot, but overtime just became nothing more than a stale, one-upmanship contest between the nobles. Commoners rarely got a look in and those that did were usually sneered at by the more snooty nobles. The Wonderbolts were an ever present sight at the event, usually performing a few tricks to officially start the night off.
He wasn't at all looking forward to it. For most of the day he'd been grumbling and moaning how much he didn't want to go, but was effectively forced to due to him a: being a Wonderbolt and b: a personal student of Princess Luna.
His attire did nothing to improve his mood.
"Connor, will you keep still!" Rarity scolded, "How can I make last minute adjustments if you won't stop fidgeting?"
"Do I really have to wear this?" he asked, motioning to a particular piece of clothing.
"Yes. What will ponies think if you don't?"
Connor sighed, knowing that fighting Rarity would be futile when it comes to fashion.
After a few more seconds, Rarity finally finished; much to Connor's relief.
"There we are darling, finished."
"Thanks Rarity."
"You're welcome darling. I know you don't like dressing up but when ponies see you like this you'll be the talk of the Gala."
"I'd rather just sit at the sides and not be noticed.....or not even bother turning up at all."
Rarity gasped in fright, "Not turn up! But it's the Grand Galloping Gala!"
"And I'm telling you it will be really boring and not at all what you're expecting."
Rarity sighed tiredly, "Well we'll see tonight, won't we?"
Outside, the girls were also readying themselves. Pinkie doing so by excitedly bouncing up and down on a trampoline much to the annoyance of others.
"Ahh! I...can't...believe...the Grand...Galloping...Gala...is...tonight!"
"Pinkie! Please stop shouting, I'm trying to concentrate," Twilight said as, unsurprisingly, she had her muzzle in a book.
Rarity and Connor, seeing and hearing the commotion went outside. Rarity, upon seeing Pinkie's behaviour, trotted over to admonish her.
"Pinkie Pie! Stop that right now. It's time to prepare for the Gala and I refuse to let you put on your new dress when you're all sweaty."
Pinkie stopped bouncing, landing on the trampoline without bouncing back up and jumped off.
"What's Twilight doing?" Pinkie asked, trotting over.
"She's got an awesome magic spell she's been working on for the Gala," Spike replied.
"Where are the others? It's getting late," Rarity asked.
"Hold your horses, girl. We're here," Applejack said as she approached along with Rainbow and Fluttershy.
"Perfect! I'm ready," Twilight said happily as she closed her book and set it down on the ground.
"For what?" Rainbow asked.
"All right, Spike," Twilight said.
Spike stepped forward and placed a red apple on the ground.
"An apple! Are we having pie?" Pinkie asked excitedly.
"It's a wonderful day for pie," Connor mumbled to himself.
"Sssh! Watch," Spike said.
Everyone watched as Twilight fired some magic at the apple. Upon contact, the apple grew to several times its size into a carriage complete with doors, windows and steps. Twilight's friends cheered in joy at the impressive display.
"Thanks. But that's just the start. Fluttershy, did you bring your friends?"
Fluttershy stepped forward and lowered her head to the ground. Four mice popped out of her mane and ran out and onto the ground.
"Yes. Will they be safe, Twilight?"
"You have my word," Twilight replied before firing another magical bolt. This time at the mice.
The mice turned into horses, albeit with mouse like faces still.
"Ta da!" Twilight exclaimed, holding a hoof out in a showman like manner.
Her friends didn't look to convinced at the not-quite horses.
"Neat huh?" Twilight continued, "And don't worry. They'll be mice again at midnight."
A few seconds later, Opalescence walked out from behind a bush and upon spotting the mice-turned-horses, immediately ran towards them; jumping into the air and onto their flanks, digging her claws into them. The not-quite-horses screeched in pain and ran away with Twilight running after.
"Wait! Come back!"
Immediately giving up the chase, she returned to Connor and the girls, "Those horses were supposed to pull our carriage. How will we get to the Gala?"
"Whatever shall we do?" Rarity asked in an overly dramatic fashion, dead-panning at Twilight at the end.
She looked around and quickly spotted two strong looking stallions, apparently not doing very much. With a flick of her mane, she walked over and with all her charm and beauty on show.
"Uh... ahem, excuse me."
The two stallions looked at her.
"Uh, would you boys mind pulling our carriage to the Gala?" she asked with all her grace and ladylike charm.
LATER THAT EVENING, JUST OUTSIDE THE CASTLE
Twilight, Spike and the girls were all stood outside Canterlot Castle, gazing up in awe at the buildings magnificence and majesty. Connor, travelled to Canterlot by train whilst the girls got changed. He didn't see any point in waiting around while the girls got changed and there wouldn't have been room in the carriage anyway.
The girls meanwhile, began walking towards the castle.
"I can't believe we're finally here!" Twilight exclaimed excitedly, "With all that we've imagined, the reality of this night is sure to make this...the Best Night Ever!"
At the Gala
At the Gala
At the Gala
In the garden
I'm going to see them all
All the creatures
I'll befriend them at the Gala
At the Gala
All the birdies
And the critters
They will love me big and small
We'll become good friends forever
Right here at the Gala!
All our dreams will come true
Right here at the Gala
At the Gala
At the Gala (It's amazing)
I will sell them (Better hurry)
All my appletastic treats (Yummy yummy)
Hungry ponies (They'll be snacking)
They will buy them (Bring your money)
Caramel apples, apple sweets (Gimme some)
And I'll earn a lot of money
for the Apple family!
All our dreams and our hopes from now until hereafter
All that we've been wishing for will happen at the Gala
At the Gala
At the Gala
All the royals
They will meet fair Rarity
They will see I'm just as regal at the Gala
At the Gala
I will find him
My Prince Charming
And how gallant he will be
He will treat me like a lady
Tonight at the Gala!
This is what we've waited for to have the best night ever
Each of us will live our dreams
Tonight at the Gala
At the Gala
Been dreamin'
I've been waitin'
To fly with those great ponies
The Wonderbolts, their daring tricks
Spinning 'round and having kicks
Perform for crowds of thousands
They'll shower us with diamonds
The Wonderbolts will see me right here at the Gala!
All we've longed for
All we've dreamed
Our happy ever after
Finally will all come true
Right here at the Grand Gala
At the Gala
I am here at the Grand Gala
For it is the best party
But the one thing it was missing was a pony named Pinkie
For I am the best at parties, all the ponies will agree
Ponies playing
Ponies dancing
With me at the Grand Gala!
Happiness and laughter at the Gala
At the Gala
At the Gala (At the Gala)
With the Princess (With the Princess)
Is where I'm going to be (She will be)
We will talk all about magic and what I've learned and seen (She will see)
It is going to be so special
As she takes time just for me (This will be the best night ever!)
Into the Gala we must go
We're ready now, we're all aglow
Into the Gala, let's go in and have the best night ever
Into the Gala, now's the time
We're ready and we look divine!
Into the Gala
Meet new friends
Into the Gala
Sell some apples
Into the Gala
Find my Prince
Prove I'm great
As a Wonderbolt is
To meet!
To sell!
To find!
To prove!
To whoop!
To talk!
Into the Gala
Into the Gala
And we'll have the best night ever!
At the Gala!
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"What the fuck fucking hell did I just see?"
Connor really didn't understand ponies at times.
The Ball Room was thriving with activity, ponies were coming and going, ponies were congregating in groups and blocking room to move; Connor had a hard time keeping balance as he attempting to make his way through without tripping up over them and falling on his backside, or a pony for that matter. Eventually though, he made his way through and walked towards his friend.
"Hi Luna."
"Good evening Connor, are you enjoying yourself tonight?"
Connor dead-panned, "I can barely contain my excitement."
Luna giggled a little, "Cheer up Connor. I feel as though tonight's Gala will be anything but dull."
"What makes you say that?"
"Just a feeling," she replied with a shrug of her shoulders, "On another matter, are you looking for your marefriend?"
"She's getting changed at the moment. She and the others put on a good show though."
"Indeed. I was very impressed with the manoeuvres they pulled off tonight."
"While you're here, have you found out what Celestia's gift to me will be?"
Luna sighed and looked down to the floor, "I have tried indefatigably to find out but alas, I have not been able to. I have no more an idea than what she has planned than anypony else. Only my sister knows what she has planned."
Not what Connor wanted to hear, but he knew he could count on Luna for support if he needed it when all was revealed.
"Little brother!"
Connor turned around and saw his sister approaching, along with her new business partner.
"Hey Cara, hey Theo."
"Hey Connor."
After meeting in Las Pegasus, and a very extensive laughing fit from Cara after she saw him see her see him in a dress, Connor introduced Cara to Theo and explained the situation to her. After a very lengthy explanation and life story form Theo, he and Cara began discussing business. Cara agreed to take Theo on and asked him to produce his signature chocolate pieces as a sort of trial to see how things went. The first few days were extremely successful and soon there was more demand for more of Theo's chocolate, especially when his loyal customers from before spread the word of his comeback.
What made things all the more sweeter, was the fact that Theo and Cara had a first date arranged a few days after the Gala.
"So," Connor started, "How are things?"
"Things are great," Cara replied, "Theo's got his confidence and drive for making chocolate back, and I've just bought my first store outside Cloudsdale!"
"That's great!" Connor replied happily, "Where's the new store going to be?"
"Vanhoover. It's a fairly small property in the Downtown district."
"Downtown Vanhoover?" Connor replied slightly concerned, "That's quite expensive."
"It is, but it's a hugely popular area. I'm certain the venture will be more than worth it."
"Well let me know when it's ready, I'd like to see it."
"I will do. "
"Great, now if you'll excuse me; I'm off to find my marefriend."
"Have fun!" Cara replied, giving Connor a hug.
"I will do. See you later Theo, Luna."
"See you later/Until later Connor," Theo and Luna replied in unison.
A few minutes later, Connor was inside Canterlot Castle's Wonderbolt barracks, looking for Spitfire. The only ponies he found however, were her squad mates; all of them still in their flightsuits.
How Connor envied them.
"Hey Soarin," Connor said.
"Hey Connor, are you looking for Spitfire?"
"Yeah, is she here?"
"No, she just left."
"Any idea where exactly?"
"I think she said she was off to look in the garden."
"OK, I'll head over there now. Great show by the way."
"Thanks. Speaking of the show, haven't you ever considered being part of the stunt team?"
Connor laughed and shook his head, "No, I wouldn't be any good. I'm not a natural flyer and whenever I try to pull any stunt off I usually start falling out of the sky and fall flat on my arse."
"You're not that bad Connor," Soarin replied.
"Of course he isn't," Fleetfoot added, "He just gets too distracted thinking of the Captain."
Connor blushed while the Wonderbolts laughed amongst themselves.
"I am not distracted by Spitfire when I fly, I'm just not built for flying."
"Says a guy with wings," Misty Fly replied.
"I'm going to look for Spitfire," Connor said, not wanting to embarrass himself further, "See you all later."
"Bye Connor," Misty Fly yelled, "Have fun with your little Milkshake!"
Connor quickly reached the garden and began looking for his marefriend. As he stood head and shoulder above everypony it made it easier to see where she was and soon enough he found her; sitting on a cushion beneath a large oak tree. She was sat with her back to him but even from that angle Connor was beginning to feel a little hot under the collar.
Spitfire was wearing the dress that Connor had commissioned Rarity to make. It was dark orange with lighter orange and yellow highlights; and the dress flared at the edges and bottom mimicking a flickering flame. Her mane was let down and hung loosely at the sides and behind, and the tiara Connor gave to her from weeks ago, laid upon her head. Finishing things off were dark orange sapphire shoes with 'straps' that went half way up her legs that perfectly complemented the dress, and Spitfire's fiery body and personality.
Connor approached slowly from behind, his heart pounding in excitement as he got closer. He had seen the dress after Rarity had made it, but this was the first time he'd seen Spitfire wearing it.
"Spitfire."
She turned around.
Connor immediately felt butterflies in his stomach at seeing Spitfire in the dress, in all her radiant glory.
"Hey," she replied.
"You look beautiful, Rarity's truly outdone herself again."
Spitfire blushed at the compliment, "Thank you, the suit you're wearing really.....suits you."
Connor snorted, "In that case, you seem to dress to impress."
Spitfire started laughing, "Oh my, that was awful!"
"What's wrong with my terrible jokes?"
"They're worse than your cooking."
Connor scoffed, "My cooking's not THAT bad."
"Face it Stiff Wings, if it wasn't for ME doing the cooking, you'd starve to death," she said, jabbing him in the chest with a hoof.
"Oh like I can't just get myself a bowl of Rice Krispies."
"You barely can. Just the other day, you opened a new box and they exploded all over the kitchen."
"That was an explosive decompression! It wasn't my fault."
"No, but you should have seen the look on your face though," Spitfire replied, snickering in delight.
"I certainly saw yours. I still don't see what's funny about getting Rice Krispies blasted in my face."
Spitfire giggled a little more, standing on her hind legs and giving Connor a nuzzle, "It just is."
Connor returned the gesture and the pair began walking back through the garden towards the Ball Room.
"I saw the other 'Bolts earlier, they seemed in fine spirits."
"They usually are after a good performance."
"Where did you say your next performance was?"
"Fillydelphia in a couple of weeks."
"Cool. I might come myself if I can, depends on how much coursework Luna gives me."
"From what I hear you're quite the model student, a goody four hooves."
"Goody four hooves? On Earth it's goody two shoes, but yeah; I'm not too bad I suppose. I'm no genius and I won't get a First Class degree, but I do do the best I can."
"No pony can ask for more."
A few minutes later, they entered the ballroom. The room was far more crowded than before, most likely due to Celestia being on the room. Connor and Spitfire walked over, Celestia's guards keeping everypony at bay, and immediately struck up conversation. Being a friend of the Princess had its advantages.
"Hey Celestia."
"Good evening Connor, Spitfire; how are you both this evening?"
"Absolutely fantastic," Connor replied ironically, "The Gala's really exciting, I can't imagine anything more enjoyable."
"Connor!" Spitfire scolded.
She looked to Celestia, expecting a telling off for such disrespectful behaviour; but was surprised to see Celestia laughing.
"Oh my little human, you're the first being in many centuries to say the gala is boring."
"I'm sure some of your subjects agree but are under the impression that you'd banish them if they said so."
"Unfortunately, I believe you are correct. But, if you'll excuse me; I have to make an announcement."
Celestia walked away towards a raised platform, next to her were some items draped in a cloth.
Probably the gifts Celestia has for me, Connor thought.
Celestia tapped a teaspoon against a glass, the sound echoing throughout the room immediately getting everyone's attention.
"Mares and Gentlecolts, welcome to the Grand Galloping Gala. My sister and I are delighted you could attend this evening, were we once again celebrate the founding of this great city."
There was a smattering of hooves being tapped against the floor, the pony equivalent of a clap.
"Now, before we go much further; I would first like to invite Connor Wakefield up here."
Oh hell no! Connor thought.
Realising everypony looking at him, and Celestia waiting, he knew he had no choice but to go up. Walking up towards the platform, he could feel the eyes of everypony boring into him. There were still many nobles who couldn't stand the sight of him and resented he was n excellent favour with their Princess.
Connor went up the steps and stood next to Celestia, and waited for her to continue.
"Connor, as many ponies know, you were taken from Equestria before you were even born. A victim of a mystery we have still yet to solve. Though you were born in another world and grew up an entirely different species, you have adapted extremely well to a world vastly different from the one you knew. You have gained so much since your arrival, and have become very popular amongst the foals......in one instance, a young colt's tenth birthday party was saved from being cancelled."
Celestia turned around and walked over to the table with the covered gifts.
"As such, I wish to convey my personal thank you for what you have achieved on your short time in Equestria, and for helping my sister adapt to modern Equestrian society."
Celestia removed the covers with her magic, revealing the gifts. She levitated out what looked like a wicker basket full of food.
"Connor, your first gift I present is this hamper. This one contains jams, cheeses, biscuits amongst other things, including a cake."
"What kind of cake?" asked Connor.
"A fruit cake."
Connor looked at Celestia, her creepily sweet smile told him this was most likely a prank on her part. Or revenge for when he said she only needed to buy her own Jammie Dodgers. Either way, it was cruel.
"Thank you," he replied diplomatically.
"You're welcome Connor, now; onto the next gift."
She levitated away another cover, this time revealing luxury toiletries; shampoos, lotions, creams and so on. So luxurious in fact that only the elite of the elite can afford them.
The next gift was a hamper containing a half-dozen bottles of 500 year old wine from the Las Pegasus vineyards.
She then came to the last gift. This one noticeably larger than the rest.
"Last but by no means least, I present to you, your final gift from me."
Celestia levitated away the covers, revealing the gift.
Everypony stood open mouthed at the gift.
Even Luna.
"I had it commissioned myself. It was my hope you would wear it, should you wish to attend to the opening night performance of Swan Lake by the Royal Canterlot Ballet, with myself in a few weeks time at the Royal Opera House."
Connor hated ballet.
Loathed it.
But to refuse Celestia, here and now, would be considered an insult by the nobles and many ponies. It could even have the knock-on effects of jeopardising current and future sponsorship deals for the Wonderbolts.
He had to accept.
Celestia had played the game well.
Then, with her age and experience it came as little surprise to Connor that she was the better chess player.
"Do you accept my invitation, Connor?"
"I-I a-accept."
As soon as Connor said it, he saw a very brief sparkle in Celestia's eyes.
She's pranking me. Just you wait Celestia, I will employ the services of Luna and get you back for this.
"Wonderful!" Celestia beamed before turning to her guards, "Please take Connor's gifts to his quarters here in the castle."
The guards nodded and took the gifts away. Connor watching on nervously.
"Now," Celestia continued, "Let's all enjoy the Gala everypony!"
Everypony went back to their business whilst Connor remained standing in front of Celestia, not looking at all amused.
"Celestia?"
"Yes, my little human?"
"Where did you get my measurements from?"
"That's for me to know, and you never to find out," She replied, raising a hoof to Connor's nose, "Boop!"
She giggled and trotted away, leaving Connor with Spitfire. He watched on as she trotted away, bemused as a child like antics. If he didn't already know her age and someone told him how old she was, he wouldn't believe them. Celestia was just too silly at times.
"What the hell just happened?" asked Connor.
Spitfire shrugged her shoulders, "You got yourself a date with a princess."
"Technically it will be an official engagement with the crown."
"Semantics. Now, why don't we enjoy the evening?"
"Sure. You go on ahead though, I just need to go and get something."
"OK, I'll wait for you in the garden. Don't be too long."
"I won't."
A short while later, Connor was in his quarters collecting the item in question, a polished onyx box with gold fittings. His heart pounding fiercely and with shaking hands, he took a deep breath and picked it up.
This is going to be the best night ever.....or the worst.
Realising it was now or never, he walked out of the room, eyeing the outfit Celestia had made for him.
"Pity it didn't come with the wrist blades."
Walking into the garden, with the onyx box held behind him, he walked around, keeping a look out for a familiar fiery mane. Walking past the rose garden, he saw a balcony overlooking Equestria; if you looked close enough, you could just make out the lights of Cloudsdale in the distance.
Walking steadily, but nervously, towards Spitfire; he once again felt butterflies in his stomach as he saw her. In the dress she was wearing, the setting she was in and the way her mane was loose made him feel like he was falling in love with her all over again.
He carried on walking and stopped just behind her, a gentle breeze blowing through the air.
"Milkshake?"
Spitfire turned around, a beaming smile forming on her face at seeing Connor, "Hello again Sleepy Head. Beautiful night huh?"
"Sure is, not a beautiful as you though," Connor replied, kissing her on the forehead.
"Shush you," Spitfire playfully chided, jabbing him with a hoof, "Flattery won't get you out of washing the dishes."
"It was worth a try," Connor replied, kneeling down to her eye level.
The pair stared longingly into each others eyes for several seconds, Connor's heart beating harder the entire time. Never in his life had he ever felt so nervous about anything. If things didn't go as Connor hoped, things would become very awkward and this place and time would always linger on his mind, forever shaming him.
Or so he felt.
"What's behind your back?" asked Spitfire, noting one of Connor's arms was behind him.
"Spitfire, ever since I woke up in that hospital bed and saw you at the foot of it; I took a liking to you. Over the following days and weeks you helped me feel at home in Equestria, even making me a Wonderbolt and getting me a job."
Connor, on one knee, took Spitfire's left foreleg; holding it gently.
"Spitfire, over the months I've been here, you've made me feel special in a way no-one else ever has. You're clever, funny, witty, talented....and a better cook than me. When we began dating, I felt happier than I ever had previously, not a day goes past where I'm not overjoyed we're together."
He moved his arm in front of him, revealing the onyx box.
"I love you Spitfire. And what I'd like to know is...."
He opened to box, and looked straight into Spitfire's sparkling eyes.
"Will you marry me?" |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 32 - The Answer | Spitfire just stood there, frozen. Time seemed to stop as her brain processed just what she had been asked. A strange creature that had not been in her life for more than a few months had just asked her if she would be his wife. The question took Spitfire completely off guard, a rare occurrence for a pony such as herself. Feelings soon began building up inside of her, soon overwhelming her completely.
A few agonising seconds ticked by as Spitfire stood transfixed on the hoof ring, and 18 karat gold ring with a trio of encrusted diamonds lined up along the band. The diamonds glistened beautifully in the moonlight, perfectly matching the crystal clear night sky itself.
Realising she hadn't yet answered, her brain rebooted and she looked up to Connor and saw the fear of rejection in his eyes; and due to the stillness of the garden at night, she could hear this heart thumping furiously out of sheer nerves and fear.
"Yes."
"I'm sorry?" Connor trembled fearfully, "I couldn't hear you."
What Connor could only describe as the most beautiful smile formed on the most beautiful of mares.
"Yes. Yes I will marry you!"
All the fear and nerves that had been building in Connor evaporated in an instant. A smile, equalling that of Spitfire's, form on his face also. He took the band out of the box and placed it around Spitfire's left foreleg. Once Spitfire's hoof was back on the ground, the pair stared longingly at each other, getting lost in each others eyes and the spirit of the moment.
"I love you Spitfire."
"I love you too Connor."
The pair moved in close for a kiss.
A deeply passionate kiss that reflected the equally deep love they had for each other.
The kiss lasted for several seconds, neither of them in any rush to end it.
But alas, all good things end eventually and the pair soon let go of each other.
"So," Connor started, "Shall we go and tell the others of the good news?"
"I'd love to," Spitfire replied softly, giving Connor another hug.
The pair walked back to the castle, eager to tell the other; both of them elated over the turn of events. Spitfire was already going through her mind what sort of dress she wanted, what the cake would look like, who would attend, where it would be held and so on.
Connor was too happy to be thinking of those things, he'd already gotten what he wanted.
The pair entered the Ball Room and stood open mouthed at the chaos before them. Pillars had fallen down, confetti and food littered the floor, , Rarity was crying over her torn dress, Applejack was trying to force her apple related food down Noble ponies' throats....total carnage.
Looking around he saw Twilight and Celestia. The former looking terrified at what her mentor would say, and the latter leaning down and whispering something into Twilight's ear. Connor didn't have time to wonder what she could have said as Twilight whistled, attracting the attention of her friends. Looking up towards her, her friends all bolted towards her and the group of six quickly left the room.
Spitfire and Connor looked to each other and shrugged their shoulders, neither of them knowing what to make of what they just saw.
They weren't waiting long before Celestia totted up to them, looking surprisingly happy despite the bedlam in the Ball Room.
"Connor, Spitfire; how are you both?"
"Great," Connor replied, "I can't say the same for everyone in there though."
Celestia giggled, "No, so long as you're happy though."
Spitfire and Connor looked to one another once more. Without words spoken, Spitfire nodded her head, prompting Connor to tell Celestia the good news.
"There's something we'd like to tell you."
"What would that be, my little human?"
Connor pointed down to Spitfire, who had her foreleg stretched out, who had her engagement ring shining in all its glory.
Celestia went wide eyed and gasped in shock, "Is that...."
"An engagement ring?" finished Spitfire, "Yes. Just a few moments ago, Connor popped the question."
Celestia's wings flapped with excitement as a bright, cheery smile crossed her face, "Congratulations."
"Thanks," Connor replied, "Now we just have to plan it."
"Well, if you wish, the castle will be available to use."
"Really?"
Celestia nodded, "Of course. In fact, it is where you first met; is it not?"
"I remember," replied Connor, "Spitfire flew into me."
Spitfire spluttered indignantly, "It was an accident! I sprained my wing!"
"Which sent me flying backwards, hitting my head on the ground, knocking me out and leaving me to wake up in the hospital; where you were laid asleep at the foot of the bed, curled up into a ball."
Spitfire blushed slightly, "I remember too. I also remember you calling Princess Celestia 'really old'."
Panic immediately set in in Connor. He remembered vividly his faux pas in his comments regarding Celestia's age, not exactly a good start to meeting a head of state, and Royalty as well. Looking to Celestia, expecting a gentle scolding, he got the same reaction as before.
Celestia giggling.
"I remember. I also recall you calling me 'young and vibrant' and looking like a 'living embodiment of the sun'."
Connor blushed and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah....not the best of introductions."
"On the contrary my little human, it was far more enjoyable than most first meetings I've had. For starters there was no bowing or kissing my hooves."
"That must get boring after I while I presume."
"You've no idea, anyway; I believe you will want to tell Twilight and the others?"
"Yes, any idea where they went?"
"I think I know where, follow me and I will show you."
"What about the gala?"
"Luna will deal with everything. Now, let's not waste time," Celestia said, lowering herself to the ground, "Climb on my back Connor."
Connor did so and made himself as comfortable as he could.
"Ready?" asked Celestia.
"Ready, what about you Milkshake?"
"Ready as ever."
Celestia took to the air with Spitfire flying alongside, the cool night air blowing coolly by as pandemonium erupted in the Ball Room below.
"Will they be alright in there?" asked Connor.
"They'll be fine. Luna will feel like Hearth's Warming Eve has come early."
"Does she like this sort of thing?"
"More like she relishes in seeing the nobles run around in panic."
"Who doesn't," Connor replied, "Honestly Celestia, why are the majority of your nobles stuck up little pricks?"
"I honestly wished I had an answer for you Connor."
"Can't you just strip them of their lands and titles?"
"I could, but the repercussions would be....dire."
"What would they do? Whine and complain even more than they do?"
"For starters."
Connor took the opportunity to look down at Canterlot below, illuminated in all its glory, maybe not quite as impressive as the sprawling metropolises on Earth that he saw illuminated from aeroplanes, but still good nonetheless.
The flight was very short though, barely two minutes, no thanks to Celestia knowing the location of where she assumed Twilight and the others would be.
Celestia touched down on the ground outside Pony Joe's, a doughnut fast food shop a bit like Krispy Kreme, but nowhere near as expensive.
"Smells good," Connor stated.
"Pony Joe is the best doughnut maker in Equestria," Celestia replied, "I have frequented this establishment many times, as did Twilight when she lived at the castle."
Approaching the entrance, Celestia, Spitfire and Connor could all hear the girls opinions on how the night went; all of them believing the night was a disaster, but with their own personal take on why.
"That sounds like the worst night ever," Spike said.
"It was!" the girls chorused in reply, bursting into laughter.
"I just hope Princess Celestia isn't upset with us for ruining the Gala."
"That was the best night ever!" Celestia exclaimed going in, surprising everyone including Connor and Spitfire.
The group gasped in shock and turned to Celestia, surprised to see her, " Princess Celestia!"
"Pardon me, Princess," Twilight replied, confused, "But tonight was just awful."
"Oh, Twilight. The Grand Galloping Gala is always awful."
"It is?"
Celestia nodded, "That is why I was thrilled you were all attending. I was hoping you could liven things up a bit. And while the evening may not have gone as you planned, I'm sure you'll agree that in the end it didn't turn out so bad for this group of friends."
"You're right, Princess. Friends have a way of making even the worst of times into something pretty great."
"Yeah! Hanging out with friends!" Rainbow yelled excitedly.
"Talking," added Fluttershy.
"Laughing!" Pinkie added.
"You mean doing exactly what I wanted to do the whole time?" asked Spike.
"Yes, Spike. You were right," replied Twilight.
"As horrible as our night was..." Applejack started.
" ...being together here has made it all better," finished Rarity.
"In fact, it's made it..." Pinkie started, inviting her friends to join in.
"The best night ever!" they all said unison, except for Celestia, Spitfire and Connor.
After a few seconds of hugging and cheering, the girls eventually returned to their seats, and Connor and Spitfire went to join their friends.
"Mind if we join you?" asked Connor.
"Not at all" Twilight replied, "You don't have to ask to join us, we are your friends after all."
"Great, do you lot want anything? I'm starving."
"Imagine my shock," Spitfire playfully chided.
"Why not get the Deluxe Box?" Twilight suggested, "It has several varieties of doughnuts, there's bound to be something we all like."
"Sure thing."
Connor got up and went to the counter, the girls and Spike still oblivious to the large ring on Spitfire's hoof; despite her deliberately putting it in show for all to see. The girls were too bust chatting amongst themselves while Celestia was reading one of the newspapers.
Spitfire just decided to just sit quietly and see how long it would take for them to notice.
A minute later, Connor returned and sat down next to his fiancee.
"Joe's going to bring everything over in a couple of minutes. I also got us all some milkshakes."
"Banana?" queried Spitfire.
"What other flavour would I get you? Strawberry?"
Spitfire grimaced, "Connor if you ever get me a strawberry milkshake I will wake you up at 6am every morning by blowing my whistle for the next ten years."
"Harsh," Connor replied, handing over her drink, "Here, drink up....Milkshake."
"What's wrong with strawberry milkshake?" asked Pinkie.
"They just taste gross," replied Spitfire.
Connor handed a strawberry milkshake over to Pinkie, "Here you go."
"Thanks Connor! You really are a bestest bestie!"
Connor handed milkshakes to the others as well. A blueberry for Rainbow, vanilla for Fluttershy and Rarity, chocolate for Applejack and chocolate fudge brownie for Celestia and Twilight.
"How did you know what milkshake I like?" asked Celestia.
Connor tapped the side of his nose.
"Oh I see, it's like that is it?" Celestia replied mirthfully, "Well no matter. I know of a few things you like, so it makes us even."
"What do you know I like?"
Celestia leaned in to Connor's ear and began whispering.
Connor's eyes bulged in shock and horror, "How do you know that?"
Celestia tapped the side of her muzzle with her hoof.
"Oh I see," Connor replied, "It's going to be like that is it?"
Celestia nodded, "Yes, my little human. Now, I do believe Joe is bringing over our beverages."
Joe walked over, with the drinks and doughnuts on a trolley, and began placing them on the table.
"Ten milkshakes and one deluxe box, plus a few more doughnuts. I'll be closing soon and they'd only get thrown out."
"Thanks Pony Joe," Twilight replied happily.
"Anything for one of my most loyal customers.........wait a minute....is that...." Joe said, squinting in the direction of Spitfire's hoof. In a second, his eyes widened and his face lit up with glee, "It is! It most certainly is!"
"What is?" queried Twilight.
Joe pointed at Spitfire's hoof. The groups eyes followed to where Joe was pointing.
Their eyes slowly widened and their jaws slowly dropped.
"I-is that...." Rarity started.
"....an engagement ring?" asked Twilight.
Spitfire nodded and smiled happily, "Yes. Connor proposed earlier tonight. And I said yes."
Connor wrapped his arm around Spitfire and the pair gave each other a kiss, much to the delight of everyone watching. The group was understandably excited for the news and were quick to offer their congratulations.
"That's awesome! Way to go!"
"Congratulations darlings."
"Well done, I'm pleased fer yer both."
"So, when is the big day going to be?" asked Twilight.
"We haven't decided yet," replied Connor.
"But we're considering having it at the castle, as that's where we first met," added Spitfire.
"So romantic," Rarity said, day-dreaming of a fairytale wedding akin to what she'd read many times in romance novels.
"There's still a way to go though," Connor added, "A lot of planning to do."
"Speaking of which," Spitfire said, "Rarity, do you think you could make my dress?"
Rarity gasped in shock. In all her years as a seamstress, she had never been asked to make a wedding dress. This would be her biggest challenge to date and pressure would be immense, not to mention who she would be making the dress for. Not just the marefriend of her friend, but also the commanding officer of the Wonderbolts.
"I'd....I'd love to. Oh it will be fantastic! You must come to my boutique so we can begin preparations."
"You bet," replied Spitfire, "What about you Connor, do you want to come along and be measured for a suit?"
"Nah, I'll just wear a pair of jeans and a t-shirt."
Rarity gasped in horror, "You most certainly will not!"
"Why not make him a bridal gown as well?" Rainbow suggested, snickering behind her hooves.
Connor went wide eyed, mortified at the thought, "On second thought a suit will do nicely."
"Are you sure?" queried Rarity with a wry smile, "Would you not prefer a lovely bridal gown instead for your big day?"
"No thanks, a suit will be ideal for a MAN like me."
Rarity sighed reluctantly in defeat, "Very well. A suit it is."
"Thanks Rarity."
"You're welcome darling. BUT, if I hear any more talk of you turning up in jeans and t-shirt......well, I think you can guess what the outcome will be. Can't you?"
Connor nervously nodded. Never again did he intend to go down that path.
"So what kind of wedding theme were you thinking of having?" asked Rainbow.
"We're not sure, but we'll be discussing it in detail soon," Spitfire replied.
The group ate their doughnuts and chatted a little more about the gala, Twilight however, was becoming increasingly excited and fidgeting around in her seat; straining to prevent a gleeful smile from crossing her face. Her odd behaviour caught the attention of everyone else.
"Are you OK Twilight?" asked Connor.
"Can I-"
"Help organise the wedding?"
Twilight nodded excitedly, her grin never leaving her face.
Connor and Spitfire looked to one another and then back to Twilight, "Sure."
Twilight's adorkable grin somehow got wider and before anyone knew it she was bouncing around the cafe, truly ecstatic.
"Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes!"
Connor and the others watched on, bemused.
"I think she's pleased," Connor stated.
An hour or so had past and the motley group were leaving Pony Joe's and heading back to the castle where they would be stopping for the night. Except Celestia, who had headed back earlier to see how Luna was doing in wrapping up the gala.
Spitfire, rather than flying, decided to piggy-back on Connor's back, not that he minded.
"Comfortable Milkshake."
"Yep. Your wings make a good cushion."
"So does your belly."
"I heard that!" Spitfire replied.
"So little Milkshake," Connor said grinning, eliciting a pouty frown from Spitfire, "How about we go to bed, and tomorrow we can tell your parents the good news?"
"Sure thing. Let's not blurt it out straight away, and we'll take them out for lunch first."
"Sure. Anywhere you had in mind?"
"The same place we went to with Vulcan and Cara."
"Sure. What time do you want to go?"
"After breakfast if you like."
"Suits me."
A few minutes later, they were all back at the castle. Spitfire and Connor immediately making their way to their bedroom, and the girls to theirs. Entering the bedroom, with Spitfire still piggybacking on Connor, he switched on the lights and locked the door, before walking over to the bed and turning around.
"Come on Milkshake, off you get."
"Awwww," Spitfire pouted, "I wanna piggyback more."
"You can piggyback another time."
Spitfire let go and landed on the bed, "You wanna get a bath together before going to bed?"
"In the morning, I'm a little sleepy right now. Want any help getting the dress off?"
"Please."
Connor assisted in removing Spitfire's dress, placing it on the ponyequin as carefully as he could, which was soon followed by her orange sapphire shoes and her tiara.
"Time to remove your clothes Stiff Wings," Spitfire said, unbuttoning Connor's shirt.
Within a minute his clothes were on the floor, the lights were off, and the newly engaged couple were climbing into bed; quickly snuggling up close together.
MEANWHILE, IN THE WHITE TAIL FOREST
Ponies stood around gawking at the strange object before them, it's huge size and fearsome look sending a shiver of fear down their spines. One of the ponies was Arch Mage, the lead investigator sent by Celestia to try to find more information on Star Lights's disappearance and Connor's appearance. Spells set up before hand indicated that the object appeared a few days ago, but due to the size of the forest and lack of a precise location, it took longer than Arch Mage hoped to find.
Writing down his summarised report, he sealed it with wax and stamped it with an official seal.
"Send this to Princess Celestia at once," he said, levitating it over to one of the pegasus guards.
The guard nodded, put the letter in his saddle bag and took to the air towards Canterlot.
Arch Mage turned back to the object and sighed deeply, "Why do I get the feeling this isn't going to be the last thing to appear here."
MEANWHILE, ON EARTH
"Is he still out there?" asked Star Light.
Elizabeth looked out of the window, "Yeah, he still going through the motions."
Since his Land Rover disappeared, Alexander had been reconstructing his actions leading up to the disappearance, and was currently miming getting out of his Land Rover, locking it and going to the house; his face one of utter bafflement.
"Mum?" Angela, Connor's 2nd youngest sister, said, "Is Dad OK?"
"He's OK sweetie."
"Maybe the car went to Equestria," Bellatrix, Connor's oldest sister, suggested, "And if it did, maybe we will too."
Star Light looked out of the window, green hills reminiscent of Equestria in the distance bringing back old memories, "Perhaps." |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 33 - Telling The Family | The sun shone through the bedroom window baking the room in a warm morning glow. Connor was busy putting on the yellow boots to his alternate red Wonderbolt flightsuit, whilst Spitfire was admiring her engagement ring.
"Take a picture," Connor said, "It'll last longer."
Spitfire turned to Connor and smirked, "I could say the same thing to you when you stare at my flanks."
"Touche. Anyway, what time are we going to your parents?" asked Connor.
A couple of days had passed since Connor popped the question, and the pair would be later informing Spitfire's parents, and also Vulcan and Cara. Spitfire had arranged for her family to be together when they told them, so as to not have to say several times over. Though it wouldn't take long before it became public knowledge, and ponies the length and breadth of Equestria would be interested. Fortunately, Celestia had managed to put an embargo in place to prevent the press form reporting it until Connor and Spitfire could reveal the news themselves.
"Around eleven, then we can head out for lunch together and tell them then if you like?"
"Cool, wanna head down for breakfast?"
"Sure, do you want me to cook you bacon and poached eggs again?"
"And fried bread" added Connor.
"And fried bread," Spitfire repeated playfully rolling her eyes, "Honestly Stiff Wings, it's a good thing you have me around to cook."
"I thought you liked cooking."
"I do," replied Spitfire.
"Even more than yelling at newbies and blowing your whistle?"
Spitfire looked up to Connor with a smirk, "Never."
A few hours later, Connor and Spitfire landed gently on the garden path leading up to the front door of Spitfire's parent's house, in another affluent suburb of Cloudsdale. Knocking on the door, they waited excitedly as they heard hoof steps quickly approach.
"Battlestations," Connor muttered.
"Oh shush, or there'll be no more back rubs for a week," Spitfire whispered back.
"I'll be good," he replied back just as the door opened.
"Mum!"
"Spitfire, dear," Stormy Flare replied, giving her daughter a hug, "It's great to see you again."
"You too Mum," Spitfire replied, "Are the others here?"
"Of course, just as you asked. Why was it important for them to be here though?"
Before Spitfire could answer, Stormy Flare spoke up, "But you can tell us inside, it's not very civilised keeping you standing on the doorstep."
Stormy stood aside and let them in, extending a welcoming hoof.
"It's nice to see you again Connor," Stormy said.
"You too Stormy," Connor replied, giving her a quick hug.
"Go on in the front room, I'll make us all some tea," Stormy said, returning the hug before closing the front door.
Connor and Spitfire walked into the front room where, as stated, Spitfire's family were waiting. Her father Avro Lancaster, her younger sister Lightning Skies and her older brothers Gloucester Gladiator and Hawker Hurricane. Hawker was the first one to speak, "Hi little twin sister. I suppose you're going to tell us what's so important that I had to take time off, and miss out on another day of yelling at newbies for having specks of dust in their wardrobes?"
Spitfire rolled her eyes, "I'm sure you can miss a day of that."
"Could you?"
"He's got you there Spits," Connor said.
Spitfire elbowed Connor in the ribs.
"Hey Hawker, how's things in the Air Force?" Connor asked, rubbing his side.
"Good. Just training new recruits, most of them thinking they have what it takes to be in the Air Force."
"I'm guessing you're going to show them how wrong they are?"
Hawker nodded, "They're nowhere near ready. They have months of training left before they will become commissioned officers; well, the ones that make it through the entire programme anyway."
"Hi Connor," Lightning Skies said excitedly, flying into Connor and giving him a hug, "Remember me?"
"Lightning Skies. Spitfire's little sister."
"Yep," Lightning smiled happily, "And you're Cara's big little brother."
"That I am."
"How is she?"
"She's doing well, she'll be opening a store in Vanhoover soon."
"Great! I'll have to stop by her store soon, I haven't been in ages."
Connor and Spitfire walked further in and sat themselves down on one of the sofa's, with Spitfire resting her front half on Connor's lap.
"Comfortable?" asked Connor.
"I always am when I use you as a cushion.....or pillow."
"So come on sis," Gloucester said slightly impatiently and looking even more grumpy, "Why have you had us come here together?"
"I'll wait until Mum gets back before telling you all."
"No need to wait dear," Stormy said, walking into the room, "The kettle's boiling now."
"OK then," Spitfire replied, sitting up onto her haunches.
With a look to Connor and getting a nod in reply, she simply lifted her foreleg with the hoof ring, and showed it to her family.
"So.....you called us all together to show us a ring?" Hawker asked, unamused at his time seemingly being wasted over nothing.
"No you dolt," Spitfire replied.
Elbowing Connor gently, she motioned for him to show his fingers. He removed his left glove and revealed a gold signet ring on his ring finger. He held his hand next to Spitfire's hoof, showing the rings side by side.
Hawker sighed heavily, "So you brought us all together to show us some new bling you both got."
Spitfire scoffed, "Do I have to spell it out for you, they're en-"
"THEY'RE ENGAGEMENT RINGS!" Lightning Skies blurted out happily.
Everyone in the room looked to Spitfire and Connor, all but Lightning overcome with shock.
Lightning excitedly bounced up to her big sister, "Does this mean I get to be a bridesmaid?"
Spitfire nodded.
She barely had time to react before Lightning hugged the stuffings out of her, cheering happily the entire time. After a few seconds she let go and bounced away to another part of the house, cheering loudly the entire time. Spitfire and Connor meanwhile turned their attention back to the rest of the family.
"So," Connor said, laughing nervously, "Spitfire and I are getting married."
There was a very awkward and eery silence, if you didn't count the faint but happy cheering of Lightning Skies upstairs, until it was finally broken by Stormy Flare getting up from next to Avro and walking over to Spitfire. Stormy looked up to her daughter and Connor, and suddenly pulled her daughter in for a hug.
"Congratulations my dear," she said joyfully, tears beginning to form in her eyes, "I'm so proud of you."
"Thanks Mum," Spitfire replied, returning the hug.
Avro meanwhile, walked over to Connor, looking rather serious, "May I speak with you in the other room?"
"Sure," Connor replied, becoming slightly concerned with Avro's tone of voice.
Looking at Hawker and Gloucester as he got up, Connor noticed they had slightly stern looks on their faces. Gulping subtlety, he followed Avro out of the room and was surprised to notice Hawker and Gloucester follow suit.
In the other room, a secondary lounge to be precise, Hawker shut the door after he, his brother, father and Connor walked in.
Connor began to feel his wings tense up as the trio positioned themselves around him. Avro stood at the window overlooking the garden, seemingly contemplating something, but only making the silence even more nerve racking for Connor.
A few more nervy seconds of tense silence passed before Avro finally spoke, still looking out of the window and not moving a muscle.
"So, you have asked my daughter's hoof in marriage?"
"Yes."
Another round of nervy seconds passed. Looking nervously at Gloucester and Hawker, who were sat on opposite sofa's with Connor in between, he noted they still had stern expressions. Connor's heart thumped ferociously as the silence lingered on. As much as he wanted to say something, he felt it wouldn't be appropriate to do so given where he is and the way they're behaving.
The silence was once more broken by Avro, this time though, he turned around looking even more stern that his two sons.
"Why did you not ask my permission first?"
The question caught Connor off guard, "W-what?"
"Did you not hear me?" Avro spat, "I said, why did you not ask my permission before you asked for my daughter's hoof in marriage?"
"Because I didn't need your permission, nor do I still."
Connor's blunt answer angered Avro, and his two sons, all of whom clenched their teeth and slowly closed the gap on Connor.
"What did you say?" Avro harshly replied.
"I said I didn't need your permission. It's Spitfire's decision as to weather she marries me or not, not yours. Now if you'll excuse me..."
Connor began to walk away, an act that further angered Avro and his two sons.
"Do not walk away from me!" Avro bellowed.
"I'm going back to my fiancee," Connor replied calmly, opening the door.
"You will do no such thing!" Avro angrily replied, "You will leave my house this instant!"
Connor silently observed Avro for a few moments, hiding his disappointment in him, and answered calmly but with a thin veneer of disdain, "With pleasure."
Connor opened the door and quickly returned to the lounge. Upon entering he quickly noticed the surprisingly unsurprised looks on the faces of Spitfire, Stormy and Lightning; the latter of whom had rejoined her sister and mother. Connor opened his mouth to begin to speak, but is soon cut off by Stormy Flare.
"I take it things went as I expected?"
"Well....Avro got angry that I didn't ask his for his permission to marry Spitfire before asking Spits herself."
Spitfire scoffed and rolled her eyes, "What year is this? Pre-Unification?"
"Then he asked me- no, ordered me to leave the house at once," Connor continued.
Both Spitfire and Stormy Flare facehoofed, but Spitfire's expression quickly turned to one of concern. Concern over weather her father would actively try to stop her marrying and what, if anything, her father might try to do to Connor. Noting the look on her daughter's face, Stormy rested a comforting hoof on her shoulder.
"Don't worry dear," Stormy replied, "I'll go and speak to him, he can just be stubborn at times."
She got up and made her way to the lounge, passing Connor on he way, "Don't you worry either Connor, you have my full support. I'll deal with Avro."
"Thanks, but what about Gloucester and Hawker? They didn't look all too pleased either."
"Don't worry about them. Now, why not pour yourself some tea, whilst I speak to my husband?"
"Sure. Thanks again Stormy."
"You're welcome dear."
Stormy carried on to the other lounge, while Connor went to sit between his wife-to-be and his sister-in-law-to-be.
"Hey girls, miss me?" he asked cheekily.
"You wish?" Spitfire replied, "Besides, we were just talking about you."
"Oh? Anything good?"
Spitfire and Lightning looked at each other with a smirk.
"What?" asked a worried Connor.
Lightning looked to Connor, "I saw your picture in the paper the other day."
Connor shrugged his shoulders, "Many ponies see me in the papers."
"Maybe, but the picture I saw was.....interesting."
"Interesting? How so?"
"Well, let's just say that you were.....dressed to impress."
Connor's face went beet red while Spitfire and Lightning burst into giggles. He could only sigh deeply and lean back into the sofa, pretending that he, and the newspaper, didn't exist.
MEANWHILE
Avro Lancaster, former Air Commodore of the Equestrian Air Force and larger than average stallion, quivered in fear at the sight of his angry wife. His two sons had the sense to quickly leave the room when they saw the look on their mother's face.
But Avro, was about to receive a dressing down from his smaller wife.
"What do you think you're playing at Avro?!" she harshly demanded.
"Looking out for Spitfire."
"By treating her as though you own her? Asking permission from the father ceased to happen after unification, and since when does Spitfire, or Connor for that matter, need your permission to do anything? They're both grown adults, they do not need our consent!"
"But-"
"But nothing Avro! And you're being quite a hypocrite in this matter."
"How so?"
"Please remind me of how you asked my father for permission to marry me."
"But I didn't-"
Avro stopped speaking and went wide eyed in realisation.
"You didn't ask him did you?" Stormy asked, "You proposed and afterwards we together broke the news to my parents. I recall my father being ecstatic. His daughter marrying an up and coming Air Force officer and telling everypony about it."
Avro's anger from a minute ago was now a distant memory. Instead he was now looking down to the floor in shame, "I recall your mother, and my mother, taking you dress shopping almost straight away."
"They did, and my father took you drinking with your father.....good thing you were out of uniform and on leave."
Avro chuckled, "Yeah, I wouldn't have been able to drink otherwise."
"So why are you being hard on Connor? He thinks the world of Spitfire, and she thinks the world of him."
"I suppose I was too hard."
Stormy gave Avro a nuzzle on his cheek, "She's not your little filly any more, she a grown mare."
"Aye she is," Avro replied, sighing tiredly, "They grow up so fast."
"That they do, now though....I think you owe somepony an apology."
Avro sighed deeply again, "Yeah I do. Could you send him through?"
"Of course, and just so you know....we're all going out for dinner to celebrate."
"Where too?"
"Catch of the Day."
Avro's eyes lit up, "That's a damn fine place, I've not been for a while though."
"Well today's the day you finally get to go again."
Stormy gave Avro a kiss on the cheek and began leaving the room, "Wait here, I'll send Connor in."
"Sure."
Stormy left the room and returned to the lounge, where Hawker and Gloucester had joined their sisters. Both of whom looking like they'd just been given a roasting from Spitfire.
"Connor, Avro wishes to speak to you."
"Are you sure it's safe for me to go in there alone?"
"I'm sure; he wants to apologise."
"Well in that case," Connor replied, walking over to the doorway and leaving the room.
Whilst Connor left, Stormy turned to her two sons. Being their mother and knowing what they did, she was about to tell them off also, but Spitfire got a word in first.
"Don't worry Mum, I've already told them."
Stormy looked over to her two sons; both of them looked up to their mother and nodded quickly, fear evident in their eyes. The both looked over to a fierce and scary looking Spitfire nodded rapidly, not wanting to incur their sister's wrath again.
"Very well. Then I'm sure that Spitfire AND Connor have your FULL support in this marriage?"
They both nodded rapidly again.
Stormy then turned her attention to her other daughter, "I suppose I don't have to ask you how you feel about Spitfire's engagement?"
Lightning shook here head, smiled and gave her sister a bone crushing hug.
Connor stood in front of Avro, his nerves once again making themselves known. Avro, despite being shorter than him, was still quite an imposing figure. An awkward silence lingered once more as the two stood looking at one another, like they were waiting for the other to make the first move.
Finally, the silence was broken by Avro.
"My wife tells me you and Spitfire plan to take us all out to dinner to celebrate your.....engagement."
"Yes," Connor replied, nervously gulping a little, "We're going to Catch of the Day."
"I've not been in a while. Is it still a good place?"
Connor nodded, "I went with Spitfire, Cara and Vulcan a few weeks ago. The place was packed."
"Sounds about right, it was the last time I went."
"When did you last go?"
"A few years ago when I retired. I think I had the smoked haddock," Avro replied, smiling at the memory.
Suddenly though, his face turned down and he looked up to Connor, "But I think I delayed long enough. I want to apologise for how I reacted earlier. I was out of line."
"You're concerned for Spitfire's well being."
"True, but I shouldn't have over-reacted like I did. You don't need to ask my permission to ask my daughter's hoof in marriage. That practice was dropped not long after unification."
"Was it just a pegasi practice?"
"Mostly. Unicorns had one too, but that was mostly restricted to the wealthy and the nobility......a practice some unicorn nobles still use today, despite their denials that they do it."
"Those sort of nobles love their money more than anything else."
"You've become acquainted with a noble, have you not?"
Connor nodded, "Duke Fancy Pants and his wife in particular."
"Two of the few decent nobles in Canterlot, and having Duke Fancy Pants on your side will help wonders."
"Indeed."
"Well, I think that's enough chatting, we have a dinner to go to; do we not?"
Half an hour later, Connor, Spitfire and her family landed outside Catch of the Day. The restaurant was half full but unlike before, the outside balcony area was full, forcing them to find a table inside. Walking inside, they were approached by the Maître d'. A silvery grey pegasus stallion with white mane and tail.
"Welcome to Catch of the Day, are you all dining together?"
"Yes," replied Avro, "Table for seven please."
"Certainly sir, there's a corner booth available if that is satisfactory?"
"Of course, lead the way."
The Maître d' led them all to the table in question where they all took their seats, Connor and Spitfire sitting together. After they all sat down, the Maître d' hoofed them all menu's.
"I shall return soon to take your orders," the Maître d' said.
The Maître d' left, leaving the family to look through the menu and find what they want.
As Catch of the Day was a primarily a fish restaurant, it came as no surprise that most of the dishes were fish based, but there was a few non-fish dishes available such as roast chicken and vegetarian options. Connor decided fairly quickly on what he wanted.
"I'll have the battered cod and chips."
"I'll have the smoked un-battered haddock and chips," added Avro.
"I'll get the steamed salmon with rice," Stormy said.
"Same here," added Lightning.
"What about you Spitfire?" asked Connor, "What are you getting?"
"Hmmmmm, I'll get the........Squid Stir Fry. What about you Gloucester?"
"I'll have the Firecracker prawns with stir-fried greens. Hawker?"
"The same as Spits."
"What are we doing for drinks?" asked Spitfire.
"A pint of Allborg will do for me," Connor replied.
The others soon added their choices as well, just in time for the Maître d' to return. Giving him their order, the Maître d' left to inform the kitchen, leaving the family alone once more.
"So," Avro started, "While we wait why don't we discuss the wedding some more?"
"Sure," Connor replied, "Anything in particular?"
"Where is the wedding going to take place?"
"Canterlot Castle. It's where we first met and Celestia offered use of the place."
"Will the Princess be officiating?"
"We haven't asked her yet, but we both want her to."
"Who'll be designing and making Spitfire's and the bridesmaid's dresses?" asked Stormy.
"Rarity, a mutual friend. She'll be designing and making my suit also," replied Connor.
"A suit?" Hawker asked with a sly grin, "I'd have thought you'd be wanting to wear a d-"
An elbow in his ribs from Spitfire stopped him finishing that sentence, much to Connor's relief. Hawker though, could only rub his ribs with a hoof and scowl at his twin sister, the latter of whom stuck her tongue out at her brother.
"Yes," Avro continued, looking awkwardly between Connor, Spitfire and Hawker, not quite knowing what they were referring to, "Anyway, who's going to be invited?"
"All of you of course," Spitfire replied, "Connor if he behaves himself."
A few laughs went around the table, Connor only rolled his eyes.
"Very funny Spits. But to further answer your question, the Wonderbolts will also attend, as will a few other friends."
"What about food?" asked Lightning.
"Pinkie Pie will deal with that," Spitfire replied, "Or at least she'll see to the sweet stuff. Thankfully we have also found a wedding organiser in Twilight Sparkle."
"She'll organise it with military precision," Connor added.
"Who's going to be Best Stallion?" Avro asked, looking at Connor.
"I haven't decided who to ask yet."
"Well," Spitfire said, intervening, "I know who I'd like as Head Bridesmaid."
It took a moment for Stormy Flare to realise her daughter was looking at her.
"Me? You want me to be Head Bridesmaid?"
Spitfire nodded, "I can't think of anypony I'd rather have."
Stormy Flare's vision began to blur as tears filled her eyes, she wiped them away and wrapped her daughter in a hug, "Thank you dear, this means so much to me."
The two embraced a little longer before letting go, Stormy once again wiping tears away.
"When is the wedding going to take place?" asked Hawker.
"In a few weeks....we think," Connor replied, "We haven't decided on an exact date yet."
"Well there's plenty of time yet," Stormy replied, "There's no need to rush decisions, especially when it comes to something as special as a wedding."
"Where will you be going for your honeymoon?" asked Lightning.
"We haven't discussed it yet," Spitfire replied, "But the Marehamas is a place I've been wanting to go to since I was a filly."
"Well we'll look into it," Connor replied, taking the hint, "Just as long we don't go to Prance."
"What's wrong with Prance?" asked Avro.
"It sounds too much like France, a country in my world just south of England, and was for many centuries England's arch enemy."
Spitfire and her family looked around at each other, slightly taken back at Connor's words.
"Do you not like these.....French?" asked Spitfire.
Connor shook his head, "They're a bunch of snobby, wine drinking, cheese eating surrender monkeys that smell of onions and garlic."
........
"So.....no Prench ponies at the wedding?" Spitfire asked, half jokingly.
"No, definitely not."
"Who would you like to invite though, apart from the Princesses, your Element friends?"
"Vulcan, Cara and Theo."
"Theo? The chocolatier she's started dating?" Lightning asked, butting in with genuine curiousness.
Connor nodded, "Yep. They seem a decent couple."
"You think they'll get married too?" Spitfire asked, "I could always 'accidentally', throw my bouquet in her direction.
"Probably, it's too early to say though."
The family chatted a little more while waiting for their orders, mostly about Connor and his studies with Luna and some of his public engagements ranging from meeting school foals to opening a new ward in a hospital.
And helping out Cara in the fudge shop.
Unpaid.
Soon enough their meals arrived and were placed in front of them, along with their drinks.
"Looks good," Connor commented, "Though I wonder if this place's fish and chips are better than Whitby's."
"Whitby?" queried Avro, "What's that?"
"A seaside town in North Yorkshire, known for having the best fish and chips.....in the world."
"How often did you have fish and chips in....Whitby?"
"Every time I went, which was usually at least once a month, then visit Scarborough on the way back. Another seaside town just inside North Yorkshire."
"You should write a book on your world," Lightning suggested, "I bet loads of ponies would read it."
"I could, but with my studies and job I wouldn't get much time."
"You could still do bits here and there, they'll soon add up."
"I suppose so."
Everyone began eating their respective meals, quickly complementing their excellence. But no sooner had they started, had the conversation started again.
"So Spitfire, Connor," Avro began, "How soon can we expect grandfoals?"
Connor and Spitfire simultaneously began choking on their food. |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 34 - Developments | The sun shone brightly in the cloudless sky as Connor flew gently through the air, making his way to Canterlot. He had received a message from Celestia earlier in the morning requesting his presence in Canterlot. The letter gave no details, only that he was urgently needed. After finishing his breakfast and kissing his fiancee goodbye, he made his way over.
Landing in front of the main castle entrance, he walked up the steps and greeted the guards on duty.
"Hey guys," he said, repositioning his goggles to around his forehead.
"Hey Connor, go on in," one of the guards replied, "The Princess is waiting in the throne room."
"Thanks."
The doors opened and Connor walked in. Within a minute he was at the throne room doors which were already open. Walking straight in, he saw Celestia sat upon her throne, talking to her Private Secretary, Black Rod. Hearing Connor's footsteps, Celestia looked up and smiled delightfully at the sight of her friend.
"Connor, I'm delighted you could make it," she said as she embraced him in a hug.
"Same here, but I am curious as to what is so urgent."
"Yes, I'm sure you are; so let's not waste time and go down to the laboratories."
"Why?"
"You'll find out when we get there my little human."
Celestia stood up from her throne and made her way to the throne room doors, turning back to Black Rod on the way, "You may take the rest of the day off."
"Thank you ma'am," he replied, "Good day to you ma'am."
"Good day to you too Black Rod," Celestia replied.
Black Rod left Connor and the Princess by walking out through a side entrance reserved for Palace staff and the Princesses. Turning back to Connor, Celestia's cheery smile lit up the room once more, "You're looking resplendent as usual in your flightsuit Connor."
"Thanks, I wasn't going to wear one today but they're a lot easier to fly in."
"How are things at home?"
"Great. Spitfire's still as ecstatic as ever over the wedding."
"I understand you have informed her parents."
"Yeah, it's already been a week since then."
"How did they take it?"
"Pleased......mostly."
"Mostly?"
"Spitfire's father and brothers were understandably irked, but Stormy Flare assured them there was nothing to worry about."
"That's good to hear."
"Are we still good to have the ceremony here at the castle?"
"Of course you are, I won't revoke the offer Connor."
"It's just that Spitfire and I first met at the castle, it feels like the most appropriate place."
"I understand Connor. Is Luna still your choice to officiate the wedding?"
"Yes, you're not offended are you?" Connor asked nervously. He and Spitfire did plan to ask Celestia, but given that Celestia has officiated over weddings in the past, and Luna is still struggling to gain ponies' trust, Luna seemed the ideal choice; that and Connor is her student and one of her first real friends.
"Not at all, I fully support your choice and I guarantee that Luna will be as happy as the bride."
"I'll ask her when she wakes up, then she can talk to Rarity about a dress for the occasion, if she's interested."
"She will be Connor, I guarantee it. How is you wedding attire coming along?"
"I'm definitely wearing a suit of sorts. I was thinking something with reds and oranges with a draping cloak, something resembling fire."
"Sounds interesting. What does Rarity think?"
"She says she'll see what she can do."
"What about Spitfire?"
"I've no idea what her dress will be like, and Rarity won't tell me. Apparently I have to wait until the wedding day itself BUT before anyone asks, no I will NOT wear a dress. Just because the ancient Roman men did doesn't mean I will....again."
"Ancient Roman men wore dresses?"
"Well not quite, skirts would be more accurate. They saw trouser wearing as a sign of barbarism. Anyway, I WILL be wearing a suit."
"If you insist Connor, but speaking of outfits, I assume you will be wearing the 'Assassin' outfit for tonight?"
"Tonight?" Connor asked confused.
"Have you forgotten my little human? Tonight is the opening night of Swan Lake. I believe you promised you would attend."
Connor went wide eyed on fear and his breathing stopped. How could he have forgotten? The very thought of attending a ballet made him shudder. The formality of the occasion, the dreary venue, boring attire, the snobby attendees....he could think of many things he'd rather do than attend any ballet. He'd even rather try on a whole wardrobe of dresses made by Rarity than attend a ballet performance.
His head sinking low, he sighed; deflated and defeated, "Yeah, I did. How long will the torture last?"
"Oh don't be like that Connor," Celestia replied gently, "Just give it a chance. Have you even been to a ballet before?"
"Yes, once, and it's an experience I hoped I'd never go through again."
"Well maybe this time you will enjoy it."
"I doubt it."
Nothing more was said as they continued walking to the labs, a journey that took them into the more secure areas of the castle. Walking down a set of stone steps down a narrow corridor, Celestia opened a reinforced wooden door and walked in, followed by Connor.
Upon entering, Connor saw a typical laboratory with various tables with experiments set up on each of them. Bottles with all manners of liquids were stacked on shelves along with complicated set ups involving test tubes, Bunsen burners, graphite rods, beakers, flasks, filter funnels and so on. Various ponies were working on several experiments, but what exactly elided Connor.
"What is it you were wanting to show me?"
"It's in another room," Celestia replied, "If you'd follow me."
Connor did so and they came to another door. Opening the door and walking down another narrow corridor they came to an open doorway revealing another lab, but this time the lab seemed to pertain to Physics rather than Chemistry. Looking around the room, it didn't take long for Connor to notice a large object obscured by a blanket.
"What's under there?"
"This is what I wanted you to see," Celestia replied, a glint of glee in her eyes.
Lighting up her horn, she quickly pulled the covers away, revealing the object. Seeing the object before him caused Connor to freeze with shock and take his breath away. He tried to form a response but his words came out as little more than utterances. Noting his shock, Celestia walked over and gently placed a hoof on his shoulder, "What the matter Connor? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"You could say that," Connor replied quietly.
"What do you mean? Do you know what this is?"
Connor nodded his head, "Yeah, yeah I do."
There was a few moments of silence as Connor tried to process what he was seeing and the possible outcomes it presented. Curious at Connor's reaction, Celestia enquired further.
"Connor, what is it?"
"It's something from my world. It's a type of vehicle called a car, specifically a 4x4. This particular one is a Range Rover L405, or more specifically.......it's my dad's."
Celestia's eyes went as wide as dinner plates, "Your father's?!"
Connor nodded, "Yes......how long has it been here?"
"It appeared in the Whitetail Woods during your second night in Las Pegasus I believe. Arch Mage didn't want to risk bringing it here sooner until he could thoroughly examine the magical field in the area. As soon as he deemed it safe, he had it brought here under extreme secrecy."
"So secret it was deemed I wasn't to be informed sooner?" Connor asked, a trace of venom in his voice.
Wincing from the verbal venom, Celestia gently placed a hoof on Connor's shoulder, "I'm afraid I am to blame for that. I didn't want to risk the press finding out and having the Whitetail Woods swarmed with over eager press ponies getting in the way of the investigation team. That, and I didn't want to distract from you from your engagement."
"So why tell me about this now?"
"Because the investigators are sensing another build up of magic. And this time, they believe it will be much bigger than before."
"How much bigger?"
"Several times the size of your dad's car."
"You think something else might be coming over from my world?"
"That is our hypothesis."
Sighing deeply and rubbing his face with his hands, the prospect of what Celestia was saying quickly dawned on him. Something from his world would most likely be coming to Equestria. Maybe his family would be coming next time. That very thought gave him a glimmer of hope that he may get to see them again.
But before he could get bogged down with wishful hopefulness, he moved to the present situation.
"Speaking of teleporting, I'm assuming Arch Mage teleported the car in?"
"Yes, but we are having difficulty trying to get inside the car itself."
"You'd need the keys to unlock the doors, which I don't have."
"Yes, the scientists were quite.....startled, when they attempted to force the door."
"The alarm went off didn't it?" Connor asked, barely holding back snickering.
Celestia nodded, frowning unamused, "It gave them quite a fright."
"So....what now?"
"As you are unable to gain access yourself, there is little more than we can do, but this....vehicle....will remain here for the time being, where it is more secure, but I will allow you access whenever you so wish to come here."
"Fair enough, but there is one thing I'd like to ask?"
"Yes?"
Connor was going to leave it, but changed his mind as the question would only gnaw at him in the coming weeks, disturbing his sleep and studies.
"If my dad's car is here, what are the chances of my family arriving also? Except for my mother they would be taken from everything they've ever known. As much as I want to see them again, I'm not so selfish that I want them taken from everything and everyone they know. But, if my sisters have grown wings like me, Equestria might be a more suitable place for them."
"I honestly do not know Connor. There is still a lot we do not know about magic, they might come, they might not."
"So we'll just have to wait and see?"
"I'm afraid so, but let's not worry about it. Come my little human, let's go to the garden and have a nice cup of tea."
"OK, but you will let me know if anything comes up, right?"
"Of course. Just one thing Celestia?"
"Yes?"
"You can't unlock the doors on the car?"
"That is correct."
"Sooooooo.....why not just teleport inside?"
Around the room, the assembled ponies began looking at one another; embarrassed at overlooking such a simple solution. Many went back to their experiments, pretending they hadn't heard. Celestia meanwhile, after looking at her embarrassed ponies, looked back to Connor looking and feeling a little silly herself.
"We may have overlooked that option," she said, scuffing the floor with her hoof.
MEANWHILE ON EARTH
Bellatrix, Connor's oldest sister, walked into the front room; concern etched all over her face.
"Mum, have you seen Elizabeth anywhere? I can't find her."
Star Light was laid on her belly reading the day's newspapers, and without looking up she answered her daughter, "I've not seen her since breakfast. Is she not down at the rabbit hutches? You know how much she loves them."
Bellatrix shook her head, "She's not there, nor is she in her room or the conservatory."
Star Light looked up, "Well she can't have gotten far. We are under close protection, remember?"
Bellartrix rolled her eyes, "Yes, 'protection'; it's not at all like we're prisoners being held here against our will."
"Don't be like that Bella, you know why we have to remain here."
"For how much longer though? Because I am NOT spending the rest of my life cooped up in this house!"
"We won't Bella."
"How would you know?"
"Bella please," Star Light pleaded, "Please don't start arguing, I'm worried enough as it is about Connor."
Sighing and walking over to her mother, Bella sat down and gave her a hug, "Sorry mum, we're all worried; but the thought I might never have a 'normal' life again......."
"I know how you fell darling, when I first came to this world and before I turned into a human, I wondered the same thing. I thought that I might never see daylight ever again."
"You thought you'd be kept inside a science lab all the time?"
Star Light nodded.
"That wouldn't have happened, Dad wouldn't have allowed it."
"He would have had he been ordered to."
"Are you sure about that?" Bella asked, sceptically raising an eyebrow.
"Point taken. Alexander does seem to disregard rules when they inconvenience him. Something one of his daughters seems to have inherited," Star Light said, looking knowingly at Bella.
"What? Are you suggesting I take after dad when it comes to obeying the rules?" Bella asked, aghast that her mother would dare imply such a thing.
"I'm not suggesting, I'm making an observation."
"Name one time when I ignored the rules because they 'inconvenienced' me."
"You have six points on your driving licence for multiple speeding violations."
"Apart from that," Bella replied, rolling her eyes at hearing that for the umpteenth time.
"You got a ban from the park for refusing to keep off the grass."
"Well that's a stupid rule, if you put a sign up saying 'keep off the grass' then people are going to walk on the grass just because they don't like being told what to do. POWER TO THE PEOPLE!"
"Then there was the time you was suspended from school calling that teacher a 'fat cow'."
"She tried to confiscate my Mars bar. There was no rule against having them, she just wanted to have it for herself. And I didn't call her a fat cow."
"'Yeah I bet you want me to hand this over, wouldn't you fatty, shove it down that massive hole in your face. Are all cows as fat as you?', that is what you said, is it not?"
"Like I said, I didn't call her a fat cow."
"Not directly, no."
"Anyway, I seem to recall you were slightly amused at what I said; you never liked her anyway."
"True, what happened to her anyway?"
"She was made redundant a few years later, and I missed out on her going away party. Connor would know more, he was there for it; he couldn't stand her either."
"Well, when we see him again I'll ask him."
"You think we will see him again?"
"Yes, I've always believed I will, and see Equestria again for that matter. Now, would you like your wings preening? They're looking a little tattered."
"There's a question I doubt I'll ever get used to being asked," Bella replied, turning around so her right side was facing Star Light, and opened the cyan blue right wing out slightly, allowing Star Light to properly preen them.
Star Light giggled, "I felt a similar way when Alex asked if I wanted foot massages. Speaking of your father, where is he?"
"He's in the garage."
"He's still doing impressions of George Banks?"
"Yep. Good thing there isn't a fireplace in the garage."
Star Light rolled her eyes, "Why am I not surprised? Anyway, what about Angela? Where is she?"
"In the kitchen still, making a mess. Apparently we're all in need of some cakes."
"We are indeed a strange family," Star Light sighed.
BACK IN EQUESTRIA
Spitfire was drinking tea with Rarity inside the fashionista's boutique, having completed the final sketch of Spitfire's wedding dress. The floor length sleeveless dress which would be in traditional white, had a train about three feet long which wrapped around at the waist before forming into a three tiers skirt. The dress's neckline went over both shoulders to form a v-neck style neckline, leaving room for a necklace to be on full view. A floral headband consisting of white roses made up the headpiece, complete with shoes which fastened using straps that went up the legs to the knees/elbows.
"How long will it take to make?" asked Spitfire, looking over the sketches.
"It will be done in time for the wedding, don't worry."
"How much?"
"I would do this for free, but I get the feeling that I may have to concede defeat to Connor this time."
"We just feel we should pay you for the time and effort you put into it, you can't make a living by doing things for free all the time."
"I suppose not, but could I at least offer a discount?"
"Go ahead."
"Thank you darling, I estimate that including discount the dress will cost roughly 18,000 bits. That includes labour and cost of materials."
"18,000 bits?" Spitfire repeated, slightly shocked.
"Yes, but remember the dress is made from a very exquisite silk-like material, I could make the dress with a different material to reduce the price but-"
"No, the material will be fine. I'll be back in a few days anyway with my mother, sister and the Wonderbolt mares."
"Bridesmaid dresses?" Rarity guessed.
"Yep, that should be enough to keep you busy for a few days. And leave you laughing all the way to the bank."
"All those spa days I'll be able to have," Rarity said dreaming, excited of all the pamperings she'd be able to indulge in after the massive pay day, "Anyway, a few weeks is more likely, now, come darling, I feel like a spa treatment and I'm taking you with me."
"Sure, I guess my wings could do with a massage."
"You need a hooficure more than anything."
Spitfire lifted a hoof to examine it, and noted the rough and cracked surface, "Yeah I guess so, it'll be from all the rough landings."
"Haven't you thought about having your own masseuse?"
"We would, but it's finding one that can work at our high standards, walk on clouds and not get carried away working with the Wonderbolts. That and there's the pressure in making sure we're all able to perform at peak efficiency as often as possible."
"Who oversees your physical health at the moment?"
"We have a team doctor, but he's not a licensed masseuse."
"Well, we can ask Aloe and Vera, they may be able to recommend somepony."
Rarity placed the sketches into a lock box and placed a powerful protective spell over it to deter would-be thieves or nosy husbands-to-be. Spitfire followed Rarity out of the boutique and headed towards the Spa, the sunlight gently warming Spitfire's fur and illuminating it in all its radiant glory.
"You seem to enjoy being out in the sun," Rarity commented, "I can't say I blame you, your fur looks beautiful in weather like this."
"Thanks. I do try to take care of it the best I can. Connor helps occasionally, particularly when it comes to my flanks."
Rarity groaned and rolled her eyes, "A stallion who likes getting his hooves, or hands on Connor's case, on a mare's flanks...imagine my shock."
Spitfire shared a small laugh, "Yeah, but he's not a jerk about it; he's careful to do it properly. And his hands are better than hooves when to comes to my wings. Those nimble fingers of his, especially when he scratches right behind the ears......"
Spitfire went a little wide eyed in embarrassment and looked to Rarity, the latter of whom was biting her hoof trying to refrain from laughing.
"What?!" Spitfire spluttered, her cheeks bright red, "Do you have any idea what it feels like to have fingers scratch you right behind your ears?"
"I take it is simply divine?"
"Divine? I feel like putty in his hands!"
"You two truly are in love. Where is he by the way?"
"He was summoned to the castle by the Princess, but why I don't know."
"We'll have to ask him later, in the meantime.....the spa awaits."
MEANWHILE IN VANHOOVER
Cara and Theo stood side by side as work ponies installed display cabinets, tables and chairs in their new Downtown Vanhoover store. Originally it was going to be Cara's first fudge shop outside of Cloudsdale, but after meeting Theo and getting well acquainted, they decided to have a joint venture and have a fudge AND chocolate shop.
"I can't wait to see it when it's finished," Cara said, watching on.
"Same here. I never thought that I'd be back on my hooves so quickly, especially after how much I lost."
Cara smiled sweetly and nuzzled Theo's cheeks, "And the funny thing is you stand to gain more than you had before."
Theo laughed a little, "It's a funny world we live in. And to think, I may not have been in this position had your brother not been in Las Pegasus, who was there himself for other reasons that could have been avoided."
"A blessing in disguise."
The pair continued to watch as work ponies continued to put up display cabinets, both optimistic for the future.
As they continued to watch however, Theo felt something repeatedly hitting his flank. Looking over to what it was, he saw the brown tail of Cara swishing about excitedly. Seeing out of the corner of her eye what he was looking at, she looked behind her and saw her tail acting like it had a mind of her own. Eyes widening in shock and going red in the cheeks, she shot a hoof back and grabbed hold of her tail.
"Sorry," she said, blushing profusely.
"No problem," Theo replied, blushing a little himself.
Several seconds of awkward silence passed as the pair tried to ignore what just happened.
"Would you-" they both said simultaneously.
"I'd like-" they said simultaneously again.
"You first," Cara said, pointing at Theo with a hoof.
Theo's blush reddened as he summoned up the courage to ask, "I-I w-was w-wondering, i-if that's OK, if y-you'd like t-to go for a c-coffee?"
Cara smiled sweetly and gave Theo a quick peck on the cheeks, "I'd love to."
Cara walked out of the store, leaving a stunned Theo standing for a few seconds. A huge grin slowly formed and he soon turned around and began happily chasing after Cara, leaving the work ponies to carry on furnishing the store.
MEANWHILE IN THE WHITETAIL WOODS
A solitary figure with light blue, feathery wings slowly woke up and examined her surroundings, slowly realising she wasn't where she was before.
"Where am I?" |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 35 - Siblings | Princess Celestia walked alongside Arch Mage as he led her to their base camp in the Whitetail Woods, eager to meet the new arrival. From what Arch Mage described in the letter, the creature seemed to have a very similar appearance to Connor; a human with wings.
"Have you discovered more about this new human?" Celestia asked.
"No. All we know is that this human is female, courtesy of descriptions given by Connor, has an insatiable appetite for food and seems to enjoy hugging ponies."
"Hugging ponies?" Celestia repeated, slightly confused.
"Errr, you'll see what I mean when we get there ma'am. But she seems friendly enough."
Celestia was thankful for that at least, though she was still worried she'd much rather the new human cuddle her little ponies than hurt them. She decided to wait until she saw the new human herself before informing Connor, if only so she could get some details first; and confirm that it's the real deal and not an elaborate prank by dark forces.
After a few more minutes, Celestia and Arch Mage arrived at base camp and soon Celestia saw what had been reported to her.
A human with wings. Specifically blue wings slighter darker than those of Rainbow Dash. She was wearing sky blue jeans, white thigh high leather boots and a white top with flower patterns emblazoned in gold on the front. Her shoulder length blonde hair fell loosely and a silver necklace with a heart shaped locket hung from her neck.
She was also still hugging the research pony with great enthusiasm and showing no sigh of letting go.
"You're sooooooo cuuuuute!" she said giving him an enthusiastic nuzzle.
Celestia looked at the poor colt who was trapped in the human's hug; the colt, who looked to be no more than eighteen years old, couldn't blush more even if he tried.
"As I said," Arch Mage continued, pointing to them, "She likes hugging ponies. That poor colt has been stuck there for the last forty minutes."
"You've not tried to free him?"
"No. She wasn't being aggressive or violent and the colt stated he was OK, so we left them be."
Seeing Celestia and Arch Mage approach, the human stood up and walked over, taking the colt with her in her bear hug.
"Greetings human, I am Princess-"
"Princess Celestia."
Celestia and Arch Mage went wide eyed in shock. According to Arch Mage, he had not informed the human of Celestia's name, so her knowing it and her title was surprising.
"How did you know?" Celestia asked.
"My mum told me all about you. Big white horse with wings and pointy stick on her head and sun shaped butt stamp. Well she didn't say those words exactly, that would be my sister's way of describing you, but you look like the big pony she described."
"And who exactly is your mother?" Celestia asked, slightly amused at the crude, if accurate description given of her. The ponies around her seemed close to fainting however, the manner in which others describing their Princess being too much for their fragile minds to handle.
"A pegasus named Star Light."
Connor's mother.
"Do you have any other family members with you?"
"No. At least I don't think so."
"How many are there in your family?"
"There's my mother, my human father and my two sisters and big brother."
Upon mentioning her brother, her face turned sour and tears began to fall, "My brother......he disappeared a few months ago. We haven't seen or heard from him...........is he here too? Please tell me that he is! I can't bare missing him much longer!"
Celestia felt her heart soften, even more than usual as her overly motherly nature overwhelmed her once again. She slowly approached the human, who was looking pleadingly at her and hugging the colt even more tightly.
"What is your name?"
"Elizabeth. Elizabeth Wakefield."
"Such a lovely name, welcome to Equestria Elizabeth. Now, if you come with me, I shall take you back to my castle and along the way tell you of recent events in Equestria."
Elizabeth looked unsure at Celestia, not entirely certain if she should trust her. Celestia, sensing this, offered reassurance.
"I promise you you will not be harmed. You shall be a personal guest and will have your own private room."
"I'll be a guest of royalty and get to stay in a castle?" Elizabeth asked, an eyebrow raised with intrigue.
"Yes."
"OK I'll go with you, but on one condition."
"What condition is that?" Celestia asked, slightly surprised at the gall to make such a request.
Are all humans this bold?
"I'll tell you on the way. It's a bit......embarrassing really."
"Very well, it shall give us something else to discuss. Now, if you'll follow me, I shall lead you to my chariot. But I must ask you to leave the young colt behind."
"But he's sooooooo cuuuute," Elizabeth whined.
SEVERAL MINUTES LATER ON CELESTIA'S CHARIOT
"There," Celestia said, watching on as the green flame blew away, "Miss Rarity will come as fast as she can. She will not miss another opportunity to accept a commission from royalty."
"Thank you for agreeing, it's been a bit of a fantasy of mine since I was little and I finally have a chance to fulfil it properly...and without being judged for it."
"That's quite alright Elizabeth. My little ponies are very open minded and accepting, they will not question your choice of attire."
As reassuring that was, Elizabeth was more concerned about the terms and conditions of where she would be staying.
"How long will I have to remain in the castle for though? I won't effectively be a prisoner there will I?"
Celestia's eyes went to pinpricks, shocked that she would do such a thing.
"Absolutely not!" Celestia reassured firmly, wrapping a wing consolingly around her, "I assure you Elizabeth, you are not and will not be a prisoner in my castle! Whilst I will not stop you from leaving the castle, I would recommend you do not until I can make the necessary arrangements and prevent the press from reporting it before I am ready."
Elizabeth visibly relaxed. Knowing you won't be held prisoner by a magical pony princess in her own castle full of her own guards sworn to obey only her can be quite a relief.
"Can't you just order the press not to say anything?"
"I could, but I don't want to resort to that if I can help it. To do so could be seen as myself trying to control the press or cover something up."
"Fair enough."
"I must say Elizabeth, you seem to be taking this quite well."
"You mean I'm not freaking out? Well I did have time to get used to these wings and my mother being a pegasus. That and she told us loads of stories after she transformed back into a pony and my sisters and I grew wings."
"You mean you didn't always have them?"
Of course Celestia knew this, having being told as such by Connor; but for the time being she had to play the part.
"No, we grew them a few months ago, not too long after Connor disappeared actually."
"Connor?" Celestia repeated, noting the first use of his name by Elizabeth.
"My brother. If my sisters and I grew wings then I'm assuming he as too."
"How was it? Growing wings I mean."
"It was by far the most excruciating pain I've ever and will ever experience. My sisters feel the same way."
"Did you suffer any side affects?"
"Vomiting, nausea, diarrhoea, feverishness....things like that. It lasted a couple of weeks and rendered me, and my sisters, bed ridden for its duration."
"My apologies you all suffered so much," Celestia said, wrapping a wing around Elizabeth.
"It's OK, we recovered quickly though after it wore off. I felt a lot fitter afterwards though, like I could run several miles without tiring, and became more tolerant to cold weather too."
"That sounds about right given you have inherited your mother's pegasus genes."
"I never knew she was a pony until the transformation. Makes what Connor said a lot more sense."
"In what way?"
"He told me and my sisters many times that he felt mum and dad were hiding something, specifically from him."
"Did you doubt him before?"
"Kinda, he only ever had suspicions and nothing to prove them. Turns out he was right," she added, looking downcast and once again tears beginning to fall, "I hope I see him again."
Noting Elizabeth's tears, Celestia pulled her into her barrel with her wing, "You will do, I promise."
Elizabeth's head shot up immediately and she looked desperately into Celestia's eyes, "Does that mean....."
Celestia smiled sweetly and nodded her head, "Connor has been in Equestria the entire time. I will send for him after you have settled in and Rarity has seen to your request."
Celestia was nearly knocked out of the chariot when Elizabeth threw herself at her, hugging her tightly, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You've no idea how much my big brother means to me!"
Celestia returned the hug, gently wrapping a foreleg around her, "I can see it though."
THE FOLLOWING DAY
The sun shined brightly into the office and a cool gentle breeze in through the open window. The gentle breeze rustled Connor's feathers creating a relaxing, soothing experience to what was a boring, mind numbingly dull task.
Finances.
Connor had been busy all morning in Spitfire's office sorting out wages and expenses, making sure that National Insurance was paid and the appropriate income tax deducted before processing the payments to Wonderbolt employees; including the actual stunt team, trainees and supporting personnel.
Connor himself earned 630,000 bits per year as General Manager. Spitfire earned 915,000 bits per year as Wonderbolt Group Captain. Wing Commanders Soarin and Fleetfoot 780,000 and 700,000 bits per year respectively in accordance to their time at their rank. Like Spitfire, it increased with each year so veteran Wing Commanders earned more than newly promoted ones, like with all ranks.
Then there was the expenses.
Flightsuits, like what Connor and the stunt team wore, cost 10,000 bits (£1,000) each and there was an order for a dozen, including two for Connor. Trainee flightsuits cost a slightly cheaper 6,000 bits but there was still an order for two dozen of them, to replace the existing ones due to wear and tear.
The goggles cost an extra 1,000 bits.
"Who thought running a stunt team could be so expensive?" he muttered to himself, "Seriously, 500,000 bits to rent the False Creek Stadium in Vanhoover for one afternoon? 25,000 bits for pies alone? Thanks for that Soarin."
I really should get some accountants to help with this.
Connor continued going through the finances, despite feeling as though this wasn't exactly his job; but Luna insisted stating an understanding of business finances would help immeasurably in his studies.
Looking up at the clock, he saw it had just passed 12pm.
Finishing the last little bit he was doing, he stood up and stretched his muscles and wings, cracking joints in process and relieving some tension, "Bloody hell that feels good."
Picking up his flight goggles off the desk and resting them around the top of his head, he walked out of the office and towards the mess hall, passing a few newbies on the way. Entering the busy mess hall, he joined the queue for food and was soon joined by Misty Fly.
"Hey Connor."
"Hey Misty, you OK?"
"Feel great, I'll feel even better next week when it's pay day."
"I know what you mean, I've been doing wages and expenses all morning."
"My condolences. Has Soarin been putting pies on expenses again?"
"Yep."
"How much?"
"You don't want to know."
"I believe you, though in Soarin's defence he does share the pies with foals."
"True. Still, half a million bits to rent a stadium for one afternoon is expensive enough as it is with out his pie addiction adding to it."
Misty whistled in shock, "Half a million bits?"
"I know. It would have been under 400,000 had it been a week day but then we wouldn't have been able to have families with foals attend."
"True, we still made a profit though, right?"
"Yes. Tickets, merchandise, sponsorship and what not all made for a reasonably healthy profit. Anyway, what are you getting for lunch?"
"Tuna salad. You?"
"Fish and chips."
"Cool. I'll try not to eat too much here, don't want to add to your expenses do we?"
Connor let out a laugh, "No. They're high enough as it is, still, at least we don't have to pay for meals directly ourselves."
"I wouldn't have much money left if we did, Soarin would go broke for sure."
"And the pie industry would suffer as a result."
Five minutes later, Connor and Misty Fly had their meals and drinks and were making their way over to the stunt team table. Though Connor wasn't in the stunt team, being the boss's fiancee had its advantages.
Today though, Spitfire was with her mother, sister and Cara on a girl's day out in Fillydelphia, leaving Soarin in charge of training and the academy for the day.
"How's Soarin doing?" asked Connor.
"OK, he has a different approach than Spitfire but he's just as good," replied Misty, "He should be joining us soon, so should Fleets."
"How are the newbies?"
"As overconfident as ever. They learn very quickly just how wrong they are."
"Where you the same?"
"I wouldn't be where I am today if I wasn't."
A couple of minutes passed before they were joined by Soarin and Fleetfoot.
"Pie again Clipper?" asked Misty Fly.
"What else would I have?"
"Something that isn't pie?" suggested Misty.
"Yeah sure," Soarin scoffed, "Like that will happen; anyway, Connor? I hear you were doing expenses this morning?"
"I was, I've still a few more to do."
"OK," Soarin replied, nervously taking a bite of his apple pie, "Have fun."
"I will do, but while you're here?"
"Yes?"
"Were so many pies really necessary?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Soarin replied dismissively.
"Wait, what are you talking about?" Fleetfoot enquired, "Connor?"
"Soarin-"
"They don't need to know!"
"Know what?" asked Misty Fly.
Misty Fly and Fleetfoot looked between a serious looking Connor and a nervous looking Soarin, before setting their eyes on Connor.
"Connor?" prompted Fleetfoot.
"Soarin here, spent 25,000 bits on pies at the False Creek performance and billed the 'Bolts for it."
Misty and Fleetfoot turned their heads to Soarin with dropped jaws, "25,000 bits!"
"We had to provide catering for the fans!"
"You spent a quarter of the catering budget on pies!" Connor retorted.
"The fans enjoyed them," Soarin replied, "Don't worry so much Connor, Spitfire signed off on the order anyway."
"You got her to sign them off when she was distracted choosing a wedding dress."
Soarin groaned and rolled his eyes, "So I chose a time she wouldn't be able to fully realise what she was signing for, big deal. Besides it was just pies."
"She found out what you did and she's decided to introduce a pie consumption limit for Wonderbolts."
"You're making that up!" Soarin replied, pointing a hoof at Connor, "Tell me you're making that up!"
Connor gently shook his head, "Nope."
"But.....she can't stop me having pie," Soarin whimpered.
"Oh yes she can. She's the captain."
Lunch was over and while Soarin was thinking of ways to get Spitfire to change her mind, Connor was back in Spitfire's office going over the rest of the finances. This time, budgeting for an upcoming show in Hoofton with a one million bit budget.
The Wonderbolts both hired venues and paid for them at their expense, and other times they would be 'hired' to perform at the expense of whoever invited them. Though the cost of a display was expensive at approximately 80,000 bits, and that's just for the stunt team.
Connor's job now was to work out how to spend the one million bit budget and get everything the Wonderbolts would require for the show.
Not easy when you're still a novice at the task. Fortunately, Luna was on hoof to provide any assistance and advice he needed. Rather than tell him what needed doing, she instead pointed him in the right direction.
As he began going through the forms, the dragon-fire lighter in his flightsuit belt began vibrating. Taking it off his belt and holding it in front of him, he pushed the button to cause a small flame to erupt, which in turn caused a scroll to appear.
Putting the lighter on the desk and taking the scroll, he read it.
Dear Connor,
There has been further developments in the White Tail Woods. I would like for you to come to Canterlot Castle this evening for dinner where I can tell you more.
Your friend
Celestia
PS: The show in Vanhoover was fantastic. Though there did seem to be a lot of pies in the food courts.
Connor grabbed some paper and a pen from the desk and began writing a reply.
Dear Celestia,
I would like to come for dinner. I'm busy with paperwork at the moment, but hopefully I should be finished by sunset.
Your friend Connor.
Connor rolled the scroll into a roll and using the dragon-fire lighter, sent the scroll to Celestia.
As expected, he received a quick reply.
Dear Connor,
Thank you for deciding to come. I do enjoy your company.
Celestia.
PS: These new pens you brought from your world really are better than quills!
It had taken longer than expected, but Connor had finally managed to find a manufacturer of his ball point and fountain pens, very quickly becoming best sellers. In particular the themed pens with designed based on the Wonderbolts, Princesses and Elements. Celestia herself used very high quality fountain pens, the manufacturer having received a Royal Warrant.
In fact, the manufacturer was in talks to create luxury themed gift boxes inspired by the Princesses.
Connor put that scroll down to and turned his attention back to the paperwork, but before that, he pressed the buzzer on the desk. Within a few seconds, one of the newbie trainee's came in.
"Yes sir?" she inquired.
"Hey there. Could you go to the mess hall and bring me some East Riding Gold Tea please? With milk, sugar and what not?"
"Aye sir. Anything else sir?"
"Some Parkin if there is any."
"Aye sir, I won't be long sir."
The young mare left and Connor leant back into the chair, sighing.
The mare hadn't done anything wrong as such, but he didn't feel right being addressed as 'sir' by the trainees. It didn't sit well with him as he wasn't her instructor but Spitfire had insisted on it, arguing the newbies need to learn their place.
A bit ironic to Connor, he thought, given he was also a newbie....sort of.
But then again, I'm not in the stunt team; I'm more back room staff.
Still, respect works both ways. If you want respect, you have to give it too.
He began his work once more and wasn't waiting too long before the mare from before returned, pushing in a trolley with Connor's tea and parkin. The mare placed the items on the desk before leaving, allowing Connor to pour his own tea. Spitfire thankfully has her own kettle in her office.
Five minutes later he finally had his cup of tea.
"Ahhhh," he said as he drank his first sip, "Maybe not quite Yorkshire Gold."
Sunset had finally arrived. Looking out of the office window, Connor could see the sun setting slowly on the horizon, basking the countryside in a warm, orange glow. Turning around to leave the office, satisfied he got the paperwork out of the way, he fastened his bag tightly around his waist and left the room.
He walked briskly down the empty hallways outside to towards the runway. Most, if not all the trainees had gone into town for the night leaving the academy strangely quiet. Lowering his goggles over his eyes, Connor unfurled his wings and took to the air, basking in the sheer ecstasy of the cool summer air in his face and breeze blowing gently through his feathers.
As he was in no rush, he flew at a steady pace; the warm glow and gentle heat of the sun and the light breeze making for a relaxing and peaceful journey.
The towering structures of Canterlot soon came into view as Connor approached, the multiple platforms on which the city is built never ceasing to amaze him. Descending into the city, he landed in an open area in front of the castle's throne room balcony, surrounded by columns and overlooking the Equestrian countryside.
Folding his wings back in place, he made his way to the entrance.
Upon entering the castle lobby, he headed straight for the throne room where Celestia was waiting for him, becoming even more interested in what developments Celestia wished to tell him about.
He entered the throne room and approached his friend who unsurprisingly has her snout buried in some scrolls.
"Greetings Connor," she said without moving.
"Hi Celestia, how did you know it was me?"
"There is only one creature I know who drinks East Riding Gold, and I can smell it in his bag."
Connor grinned and clapped his hands together, "Fancy a cuppa Celestia?"
Celestia sent the scroll away to fuck knows where and got to her hooves. Walking down to Connor, she extended her wings and embraced Connor in a hug, one he returned.
"You know me too well my little human."
"So," Connor said, letting go of Celestia, "What is it you wanted to tell me?"
"Why don't we discuss it over that nice cup of tea you offered?"
A short while later, Connor and Celestia were sitting in Celestia's private lounge; the dusk sky slowly turning to inky blackness as night drew near. Connor poured himself and Celestia some tea while she sorted out some more paperwork.
"Apologies for this mess Connor, I do try to keep on top of things but lately I've been getting behind."
"Don't worry about it, I know the feeling. I've been doing paperwork all day."
"Involving what?"
"Finances. I've been sorting out wages, expenses, bookings and what not."
"Luna tells me you are doing well."
Connor shrugged his shoulder, "If she says so, personally I think I'm just getting by."
"Don't be too hard on yourself Connor. Luna wouldn't overstate your abilities."
"True. Speaking of Luna, is she still pleased about officiating the wedding?"
"You could say that, if talking endlessly about it is anything to go by. Have you decided on where to go for your honeymoon yet?"
"We're looking at Neighpon and Germaney. One package to Neighpon lasts for two weeks and costs 100,000 bits all inclusive, and it includes stays at five star hotels and rail passes for the Shinkhansen."
"I think I've heard of them. Aren't they those really fast steam trains that travel over 100mph?"
"Yep, the Shinkansen trains also exist in my world although they're electric powered and travel a lot faster. And they're run so precisely to schedule you can set your watch by them."
"Sounds impressive."
"It is, though I admit I'm actually slightly jealous of how good the Japanese railways are."
"Japanese? Your worlds Neighponese I take it?"
"Yep. And Germany and Germaney."
"What holidays are available in Germaney?"
"Similar to Neighpon. Stays in top hotels, tours of local breweries....personally I'd prefer to go to Germaney."
"For the local ale?"
"NO!" Connor quickly replied, "What ever makes you think that would be the reason?"
"Oh nothing," Celestia chuckled, "But wherever you decide to go, I hope you enjoy yourselves."
"Thanks Celestia. We'll send you a postcard."
"I look forward to it."
The pair continued to chat for a little longer, mostly about day court and Wonderbolt business, before it was time to head to the dining hall for dinner.
"Come Connor, we can order our meals in the dining room."
"Sure. Anything new on the menu?"
"Salmon and leek risotto."
"Sounds great, I'll have that."
Celestia giggled, "That makes three of us."
"Three?" Connor repeated, "Is Luna here? I thought she was in Baltimare."
"She is, but someone else is joining us for dinner."
"Who?"
"You'll see soon enough."
Connor sat impatiently in his seat, fidgeting around uncomfortably, "Come on Celestia, when is this mysterious guest of yours going to come?"
"Patience Connor, she's here now."
"How do you know?"
"She's right behind you."
"Huh?"
Before he could turn around, he felt something cover his eyes and straight away felt there was far more to Celestia's invite than she let on. A couple of seconds passed before Connor realised something about whatever was covering his eyes.
Hang on a minute, whatever they are are too soft to be hooves......
Then in dawned on him.
.....fuck me.....
they're hands!
"It can't be," he whispered.
"Guess who!"
Connor knew that voice too.
The hands covering his eyes let go and he immediately turned around, almost falling out of the chair in shock. Stood before him was his youngest sister, Elizabeth. He said and did nothing except just sit and stare at his littlest sibling, in particular what she was wearing.
She was wearing a strapless, sleeveless floor length double layered dress in dark blue, and behind her were a pair of blue feathery wings. Resting on top of her head, was a silver tiara with small blue sapphires encrusted in the points of the crown along with matching earrings while her shoulder length blonde hair hung loosely; and from her neck hung a silver necklace with a heart shaped locket.
"Elizabeth?" Connor muttered standing up and moving himself in front of his sister, "Is it really you?"
"It's really me big brother," she replied, tears starting to fall, "I've missed you so much!"
Without warning, Elizabeth threw herself forward and hugged her big brother tightly, a flurry of emotions overwhelming her. Connor, still in shock, managed to return the hug and pulled his sister in closely; her smaller frame allowing her to rest her head on his chest.....and her tiara to unintentionally poke him on his throat and knocking it slightly out of place.
"Sorry," she said, putting it back in place, "Forgot I was wearing it."
"Fair enough. You look great by the way."
"Thanks," she replied, blushing a little.
"Why are you dressed like this though? Not that I should be surprised."
"Well it's a long short story. Why don't I tell you about it during dinner?"
"Sure, I have quite a few stories to tell you myself. It's been quite an adventure since I came here."
"I know," she answered with a smirk, "I've seen your pictures from newspapers and glossy magazines."
"My....pictures?" Connor queried nervously, dread once again creeping up his spine.
"Yep."
An awkward silence permeated the room. If a pin dropped, you'd be able to hear it.
"You know Connor," Elizabeth continued with a predatory grin Connor knew all to well, "Considering we're dining with a Princess I'd have thought you would have dressed in more appropriate attire."
"I've dined here in my flightsuit many times," Connor replied, knowing exactly what Elizabeth was referring to.
"Yeah but this is a special occasion, a family reunion. Surely you could have had a look through your wardrobe and found something more formal....and eye catching."
"I don't have anything suitable."
"The pictures I saw say otherwise," Elizabeth replied with a glint in her eye.
"Let's just have dinner, shall we?" he replied, blushing beet red and wings twitching.
He sat back down making sure to hide his embarrassment from Celestia and Elizabeth, both of whom merely looked at one another with stifled giggles.
"So let me see if I understood correctly," Connor said, rubbing his temples with his hands, "You chased a pony around the observation site in an attempt to hug him and in the process fell down a ditch and got your clothes all muddy and ripped; and while your injuries were being treated, you hugged the same pony who was helping to treat you."
Elizabeth nodded excitedly, "Yep. But how could I not? That pony was soooooooooo cute and cuddly!"
"But hugging him for forty minutes?"
"So? I bet you've hugged your fiancee for longer."
"This isn't about me," he replied evasively.
"Not yet. But speaking of forgetting, don't you think I'll forget about wanting to hear how you got in touch with your feminine side."
Connor sighed heavily and leant back in his chair, "I dread to think what will happen when Bella finds out."
"Laugh her arse off followed by lots of teasing, and that's just for starters," Elizabeth said with an amusing smile.
"Undoubtedly," Connor groaned, "Anyway, where were we?"
"Hugging cute ponies."
"Right. So after you met Celestia you agreed to come to the castle on condition you could pretend to be a princess and not chase ponies around in an attempt to hug them?"
"More or less."
"Why?"
"You mean miss out on many a little girl's dreams? Not a chance," she replied with a shake of the head, "Besides, I didn't think it would be appropriate to walk around in dirty and ripped clothing in a royal residence. Princess Celestia agreed and your friend Rarity arrived and made me this gorgeous dress, free of charge!"
"And the tiara?"
"Kindly loaned to me by the Princess."
"It's a very old one I have not worn in many years," Celestia added, "I was more than happy to lend it to your sister."
"And the whole 'Princess' thing?" asked Connor.
"You should know me by now Connor," Celestia replied with a mischievous smile, "I like to have a little fun now and again, besides, it's harmless and your sister was correct in that it would not be appropriate to walk around in dirty and ripped clothing. So after she requested a dress, I summoned Rarity to make one."
"And I was only too happy to make it darling," Rarity happily added, before turning to Elizabeth, "I hope the first of many more for you Elizabeth."
"Definitely, I love dressing up," Elizabeth replied, pouring herself some wine, "Anyway, how long 'till dinner's ready? I'm starving."
"Not much longer," Celestia replied, noting how much Elizabeth reminded her of Connor, "Within the next five minutes I think."
The meals did indeed arrive within the following five minutes. Salmon and leek risottos for Celestia, Connor and Elizabeth, shrimp fried rice for Rarity and plenty of bottles of wine for all.
"So Elizabeth, what do you think of the castle?" asked Connor.
"I love it! It's like a fairytale come to life."
"Then you'll have to see my house in Cloudsdale sometime."
"Where's that?"
"In the sky."
Elizabeth nearly choked on her food, "You have a house in the SKY?! Mum never mentioned that houses are up there!"
Connor nodded, "Cloudsdale is a city made mostly from clouds, and I live in one of the more affluent neighbourhoods with Spitfire."
"Spitfire? Your fiancee?"
"Yep, I'll have to introduce you. Speaking of which, are you coming to the wedding?"
"I wouldn't miss it for anything."
"Excellent, you'll have to see Rarity about a bridesmaid dress though, but I doubt you'll have a problem with that. Bella might though."
"She might but I certainly won't, but are you sure Spitfire won't mind me being a bridesmaid?"
"We discussed it before. We agreed that if any of you turned up before the wedding then you'd automatically be invited with mum, yourself, Bella and Angie as bridesmaids. Speaking of bridesmaids-"
"Connor," Rarity interrupted, "There'll be no prying for information on what the bridesmaid's or bride's dresses will look like. It's a secret and you'll have to wait until the big day before you find out."
"But not knowing is really bugging me," he whined, "Couldn't you just give a clue, even a teensy little one?"
Rarity shook her head, "I'm sorry Connor, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until the big day before you find out."
Connor slumped down in his seat a little and his wings sagged. He just wanted the big day to be perfect and not knowing certain details worried him a little.
Celestia placed a comforting hoof on his shoulder, "Worry not Connor, there is not much longer to wait."
"The closer the day gets, the longer it seems to take to get there."
"Everything will be fine Connor," Celestia said reassuringly, "Do not worry so much."
"I'll try."
Dinner had finished and while Rarity had decided to return to Ponyville and Celestia to her office, Connor and Elizabeth took a slow walk in the expertly manicured and maintained gardens. The reflected light of the moon glistened off of the tricking water of the water fountains and a gentle, cool breeze blew through, rustling the leaves of the trees. The cloudless night sky was scattered with stars, the most impressive being a milky-way like band reaching from beneath the horizon to the clouds high above.
"It's a quiet night," Elizabeth said, "I can see why you like it here."
"It's a nice place. The nights here offer fantastic views."
Elizabeth looked up, "I can't disagree with you there. Though you would enjoy it more being into astronomy."
"Yeah. Not long after I got here, Luna gave me a telescope as a gift. A very finely crafted telescope that's brought me many enjoyable nights."
The pair walked along a little more, until they reached a stone bench.
"Can we sit down a minute?" Elizabeth asked, "My heels are killing me."
"Sure."
The pair sat down on a nearby stone bench with Elizabeth sitting noticeably close to Connor. She wrapped her arms around his right arm and rested her head on his shoulder, feeling a little tired.
"I missed you," she said quietly.
"I missed you too."
"My birthday wasn't as much fun with you not there."
"I know, and I'm sorry I couldn't be there."
"You don't need to apologise Connor, it wasn't your fault."
"I suppose not. Anyway, what did you get for your birthday?"
"Some perfume, clothes and some money."
"Sounds OK. Buy anything nice with the money?"
Elizabeth sat back up, letting go of Connor, and moved her hands up to her necklace. Unfastening it, she held it in her hands and opened the locket. Inside, was a photo which she showed Connor.
"It's the two of us on my 4th birthday, you know when you agreed to...."
"Ah yes. That. And not for the last time it turned out."
Elizabeth giggled and hugged her brother, "Thank you again for doing that, though you've never said how you were convinced to do it."
"I was made an offer I couldn't refuse."
"Oh? Are you finally going to tell your little sister then?"
"I suppose I could. Dad said he'd buy me Pokemon Gold if I went through with it."
Elizabeth put her hands on her hips and huffed indignantly, "So you agreed to do it for a game and not to make your little sister happy on her birthday?"
"Well when you put it like that it makes me sound heartless and uncaring."
Her stance softened and her frown turned into a smile, "Nah, you're not like that; you're far too nice. Besides, I don't blame you for getting something out of it before you agreed. Did he get you a copy then?"
"Oh yes. I still have it, sort of. It's in my bedroom at the house."
"It'll still be there then. But speaking of things that are there, I'll tell you what isn't."
"Dad's car?"
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"It appeared a few days before you did. It's in the castle labs being examined by Celestia's scientists. Don't worry, I can go there whenever I like and I'm sure Celestia will let you go in as well."
"Maybe we could look tomorrow?"
"That should be fine. Anyway, it's starting to get chilly, wanna go back inside?"
"Sure."
The pair stood up and made a slow walk back to the castle.
"Connor?"
"Yes?"
"You know you missed my birthday?"
"Yes?"
"I was wondering if maybe we could....you know....have a small party together? Just the two of us, to make up for it?"
"That sounds great, how about tomorrow night?"
"I can't wait. If we're having a private party though, I was wondering if you could do something for me?"
"What would that be?" Connor asked, looking at his sister.
Elizabeth said nothing, but her fondling her locket and knowing smile told Connor exactly what she had in mind.
"We'll see," he said.
Back inside the castle, inside Elizabeth's quarters, Connor and Elizabeth were sat on the sofa enjoying a mug of hot chocolate, like many times before; and not too soon either.
"The rain's coming on heavy now," Connor said, watching as the rain pounded hard against the window, "Got back inside just in time."
"Yeah, I still find it hard to believe that ponies control the weather. I honestly thought mum was pulling my leg."
"It still weirds me out, and one of my friends is a weather pony; and she finds our weather doing its own thing to be weird."
"Mum told us a few things about this place, you know, after our wings appeared."
"What sort of things?"
"The Princess, the places in Equestria, her childhood, her first husband."
"Her first husband? You mean Vulcan."
"Yeah, you know him?"
"He's my father. My blood father."
Silence permeated the surrounding air as Elizabeth fidgeted around uncomfortably, slowly realising what it meant for Connor and what he technically is, "So you're actually a pony?"
"Technically I am, but when mum was still pregnant with me she transformed into a human, and I was subsequently born as one. Shortly after I arrived here, Twilight, another friend, cast a spell to give me temporary wings and in the process accelerated the transformation sequence."
"You mean you would have grown them anyway?"
"Yes. It made my ability to walk on clouds a lot more sense."
"Mum mentioned that pegasi could do that. I'll have to try it sometime. Is it fun?"
"Sort of. They're very comfy though. Like being on a memory foam mattress."
"You said you were transformed into a human before you were born, why did you not transform fully back into a pony after you got here? If you would have been one had things happened differently."
"I've no idea, and neither do Celestia or Twilight. Mum and Dad could have said something though, what would I have done if I sprouted wings in the middle of school, or on the high street? I'd have been snookered."
"Fortunately I was at home tending to my rabbits when it happened to me. Angie was a work and Bella was at the gym. It happened to us all within hours of each other."
"I take it after Dad gave you an explanation for what happened?" Connor asked, with trace amounts of venom of which Elizabeth picked up on.
"Dad, Alexander that is, really does regret not telling you Connor," she said placing a comforting arm around his shoulder, "Mum wanted to tell you but dad felt you might feel like an outcast or a freak if you knew, it's one of the reasons they argued a lot."
"They did seem to argue a lot, increasingly over the littlest of things."
"Yeah, there were times I was afraid they'd divorce, or at least split up."
"I always said they were hiding something."
"I know," Elizabeth said, looking down in shame, "And we never believed you, we thought you were just paranoid or making things up for attention because you were the only boy."
"It really frustrated me knowing something was amiss and not being able to prove it."
Elizabeth felt a lump in her throat as guilt took her over; guilt of all those years of dismissing Connor's claims of something not being right. Budging up closer to Connor, she wrapped her arms around her brother, "I'm sorry Connor, for all those times I thought you were just whining for attention."
"Don't worry about it; after all, things didn't turn out so bad," he replied, returning the hug.
"That's not the point Connor, we effectively called you a liar!"
"Maybe, but I didn't exactly have any proof; did I?"
"No, but still; calling you delusional and paranoid was cruel, I certainly should have listened more. All those times you babysat me and endured all those Disney films.......and me singing along to them; you deserved more."
"I didn't mind after a while, you always behaved yourself. And you weren't too bad at singing."
Elizabeth covered her face with her hands as she laughed, "I remember almost driving you insane with 'Let It Go'."
"It's an infuriatingly annoying song."
"Admit it Connor, you like it as well."
"No I don't."
"Liar," Elizabeth giggled, "Don't think I didn't find your blu-ray copy of the film hidden in your padlocked box."
"I don't know what you're talking about, and how do you get in it? Or even know about it?"
"I was trying to find my Xbox controller and I thought I left it in your room, so I went in to look for it and that's when I found the box with a key still in the padlock. Honestly Connor, leaving a key in the padlock, it was just inviting me to look inside."
"There was nothing shameful in there."
"Of course there wasn't. I hardly call Disney films 'shameful'."
Connor huffed, "It's your fault I'm into Disney."
Elizabeth grinned cheekily and tapped Connor on his arm, "Do you remember my 17th birthday party?"
"Yeah, 'Frozen' themed with you dressed up as Elsa," Connor groaned.
"Yeah. I grew my hair for months so I could have it styled properly. Pity you didn't dress up as a character from the film."
"I grew out of that years ago."
"It was a lot of fun when you did though. I honestly think my girly-girl ways rubbed off on you."
Connor shook his head dismissively, "No they didn't, I was always and will always be a manly man."
Elizabeth scoffed and laughed, "Yeah, sure you are girly-boy."
"But I am," he replied with dead seriousness.
Elizabeth lost control of herself again and burst into side splitting laughter, "Oh Connor, I missed you so much."
After another hour or so of catching up and reminiscing over their childhoods, Connor and Elizabeth bade each other goodnight and the former began to return to his house in Cloudsdale, while Elizabeth got herself to bed.
Stepping outside the castle, he shuddered as the cold wind blew through his wings. He looked up into the sky to be greeted with ominous grey clouds as far as the eye could see. Just an hour ago the skies where clear.
At least it's stopped raining.
Deciding not to wait around getting cold he unfurled his wings and with a powerful flap, took to the air. He quickly picked up speed, eager to get out of the cold as soon as possible.
Without warning, the surrounding area he was in lit up in sheet lightning, fortunately his flight goggles filtered out most of the light. But of course, when there's lightning there's usually-
*BOOM*
Just great, thought Connor, It couldn't have waited until after I got home,
*BOOM*
Shit, sounds like it's getting closer.
Another flash of sheet lightning, even brighter than before lit up the area, even Connor's goggles didn't fully protect his eyes this time prompting Connor to shield them with his arm.
*BOOOOM*
Bloody hell, that was a big one!
Connor flew in for another minute as the storm raged on, gaining in power and strength. The lightning and thunder grew more violent the closer got to Cloudsdale and he wasn't even half way home yet. But the rain and thunder were the least of his problems as a bolt of fork lightning clapped away mere feet from him.
This is bloody dangerous!
Naturally, his heart rate began to increase and his adrenaline began to pump around his body as the the thunder boomed and the bolts of lightning increased. Connor began to gain altitude to reach Cloudsdale flapping his wings harder and faster to combat the wind and heavy rain. Even with Connor's increased stamina and endurance, it was proving to be a strenuous task.
More bolts of lightning and claps of thunder appeared and sounded around him.
Almost home. Then it'll be a hot bath and glass of-
Connor's thoughts were cut short when a bolt of lightning struck him just above his hip on his right side. The enormous electrical current surged through his body causing his hair to shoot up into spikes, and his wings stiffen before suddenly flopping to his sides, all of this happening in a split second before Connor lost consciousness.
He began to spiral out of control and plummet like a stone towards the ground at terminal velocity, every second coming closer to a grisly death.
In the distance, another thundering boom could be heard. |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 36 - Visitors II | "How is he Doctor?"
"Minor burns on his abdomen from the lightning bolt, multiple charred feathers including primaries and burning on his wing. There's also these strange markings left in his skin by the strike that look like lightning marks themselves."
Luna looked to where the doctor was pointing and grimaced. It was indeed similar looking to a lightning bolt and they covered most of his upper left arm and chest.
"Shouldn't his natural magic have redirected the bolt?" she asked.
"In ponies, it would. But Connor is unique. What we're seeing is likely normal for humans who are struck by lightning. He may be able to tell us more when he wakes up."
"How long do you think that will be?"
"Several hours at least."
"Inform me at once when he does."
"Yes ma'am."
"What of Rainbow Dash?" Luna asked, before looking over to the sleeping mare in the room opposite.
"She's fine, just exhausted from trying to contain the storm and from carrying Connor."
"Very well. I shall leave you to your work now Doctor. Good night."
"Good night Princess."
Before she left the infirmary however, she passed the burnt and ripped Wonderbolt flightsuit that Connor had been wearing. Where the lightning had struck there was now a large hole and electrical treeing had scorched up along the torso and down the left thigh. Sadly, the flightsuit was beyond repair.
Beside it where the charred feathers that had to be pulled out of Connor's wings, no fewer than a dozen of them. It would be weeks before Connor would be able to fly again, let alone them fully growing back.
Luna left the doctor with Connor and began to make her way back to the castle where Elizabeth was being consoled by Celestia. She did not know why Connor decided to fly home to Cloudsdale given that the storm as scheduled, perhaps Connor forgot, but that still doesn't explain the ferocity of the storm. An investigation would be launched to find out why the storm grew out of control and so quickly, and should it be discovered it was deliberate then the one(s) responsible would be punished severely.
An innocent being almost lost his life and was only saved by the fast flying of his friend, who wasn't even scheduled to be working tonight. She was called in in an emergency measure to help bring the storm back under control.
It wasn't long before she reached the castle and her sister's bedroom. Instead of going in through the front doors, she flew straight to the balcony where she walked straight in and saw a crying Elizabeth being consoled by Celestia. Elizabeth was crying into Celestia's chest as Celestia draped a wing around her. It was then she saw Luna had entered.
"Luna, how is Connor?"
Elizabeth looked up at the mention of her brother's name.
"He is sleeping. The doctor says he has minor burns on his abdomen, charred feathers that had to be removed and second degree burns on his wings. The doctor will inform us at once when Connor wakes up."
"What of Rainbow Dash?"
"She's OK, just exhausted and currently sleeping."
"Can I see him when he wakes up?" Elizabeth cried.
"Of course you can," Celestia replied softly, before turning back to Luna, "Has Spitfire been informed?"
"I have sent one of my guards to inform her immediately."
"Good. Please let me know when she arrives."
"Of course."
MEANWHILE IN FILLYDELPHIA
Spitfire, Stormy Flare, Cara and Lightning Skies were resting in their hotel room high above the streets of Fillydelphia, exhausted from a busy day shopping and maxing the limits on their credit cards. Spitfire in particular was on her bed resting on her back with her wings spread out; the bed itself was surrounded by shopping bags filled with the latest in fashion, some new gadgets and some gifts for Connor.
"That was exhausting," she said, "I feel like I've flown the obstacle course at the academy."
"Well you insisted on visiting almost every shop dear," Stormy Flare replied, "And seemingly buying something from each of them."
"I felt like pampering myself for once," Spitfire replied, sitting up and folding her wings in, "I don't often have a chance."
"You could take more time off you know," Lightning said, "You are in charge after all."
"Which is precisely why I can't just take time off whenever I want, it would be abusing my position and authority."
"I think you're more afraid of Soarin spending the entire Wonderbolt budget on pies."
"Soarin's pie spending habits have been dealt with. There is now a strict budget in place."
"What about Connor buying tea?" asked Cara, "Plantations can't grow tea fast enough with the amount he drinks."
"Him and Princess Celestia," added Spitfire, "I think between the two of them they account for most of the tea bought and consumed in Equestria."
"I wouldn't be surprised if he's having tea with her now."
"Maybe," replied Spitfire, "But I know he'll have been at the academy doing some paperwork regarding finances. Paying wages and ordering new flightsuits and such."
"How is he at it?" asked Cara.
"Rather good actually. He still asks for Luna's help occasionally but we've little reason to be concerned about the Wonderbolts going bust."
Just then there was a series of hard knocks at the door. The mares in the room all turned their heads to the door in curiosity.
"I wonder who that could be," Stormy said, walking over.
Opening the door, she was taken back slightly by the appearance of a Thestral dressed in the armour of Luna's Night Guard.
"May I help you?" asked Stormy.
"I have been sent by her highness Princess Luna to relay a message to Group Captain Spitfire."
The mention of her name got Spitfire's full attention. Getting up and hopping off of the bed, she walked over to the door, joining her mother and the guard.
"What's up?" asked Spitfire.
The guard turned to Spitfire, "Group Captain, I have been instructed to inform you that there has been an incident involving you fiancee."
"Incident?" Spitfire repeated, her voice quavering having noted the serious look and tone of the guard's voice.
"Yes ma'am. Your fiancee was flying towards Cloudsdale when he was struck by lightning."
Spitfire felt all her fur stand on end, realising the seriousness of what she had heard. She remembers Connor once telling her what can happen to humans who are struck by lightning and the thought of what could happen to Connor gave Luna a busy night.
Now her worst nightmares were really happening. Trembling in fear, her legs began to shake and her eyes began to tear up.
"No, it can't be true!" Spitfire replied, beginning to shake her head.
"I'm afraid it is ma'am."
Spitfire's emotional dam burst and the tears began to flow. She went weak at the knees and collapsed to the floor and was quickly consoled by her sister and mother. Cara meanwhile, was fighting to hold back the tears herself. Trembling at the knees as she approached the guard, she couldn't help but think back to what Connor had also told her about lightning and what it can do to humans.
The horrid thought of losing her brother, for good, so soon after being reunited with him was almost too much for her too take. The only reason why she managed to keep a lid on things was because she needed to be strong for herself and Spitfire, and find out exactly what happened to Connor; and how serious his condition is.
"Do you know his condition?"
The guard shook his head, "I regret I do not. I was told only that he had been struck by lightning and that he was receiving emergency treatment."
"Where?"
"Canterlot Royal Infirmary."
"Then that's where I'm going."
Everypony turned to Spitfire who was now walking over to her bed. She opened one of her bags which contained her raincoat and began to put it on.
"Spitfire darling," her mother started, "I know you're worried about Connor but flying in this weather is dangerous. Even for you."
"I don't care, I need to be at Connor's side right now," she cried out, zipping up her coat.
The others watched on as she began making her way to the door, unsure if they should stop her. Before she left the room though, Spitfire felt a hoof on her shoulder. Turning around she saw her mother.
"Just be careful dear," her mother said, giving her a nuzzle, "I don't want you to become a patient as well."
"I'll be careful mum, don't worry about me," she cried out softly.
Spitfire turned to leave and as soon as the guard stood aside she bolted out of the room in a flash. Looking out of the window, the others saw Spitfire take to the skies, leaving behind her a smoke trail.
"Should we go after her?" asked Cara.
"No," replied Stormy, "There's a storm scheduled for Fillydelphia soon, we should stay here."
"What about Spits?" asked Lightning.
"She can take care of herself," Stormy replied before turning to the guard, "But would you be able to see that she arrives in Canterlot safely?"
"Of course ma'am, we're here to serve."
The guard wasted no time and immediately left the mares and was soon taking to the skies above Fillydelphia, watched on by the others.
"Do you think Connor will be OK?" asked Cara, her voice quavering slightly.
Lightning walked over to Cara and wrapped her hooves around her, pulling her in for a hug, "He'll be OK. He'll soon recover and be flying again in no time."
Cara nodded gently, hoping desperately that would be the case; but the nagging feeling that her brother would be permanently hurt or worse dampened her hopes.
*THIRTY MINUTES LATER*
Spitfire was panting furiously as she ran into the hospital lobby, exhausted from flying as fast as her wings would take her; reaching Canterlot in record time. Looking around to see if anyone was on duty, she saw ponies attending the reception desk. She ran up to the desk and slammed her hooves on the table, startling the unsuspecting ponies in the process.
"Oh my!" one of the nurses exclaimed.
He turned around to see Spitfire sweating and panting, "What ever's the matter?"
"Where's...my...colt...friend?" Spitfire asked between breaths.
"Your coltfriend?" the nurse asked, not understanding what Spitfire was asking.
"He's been brought here, hasn't he? Big hairless ape with big red wings?"
The nurse face-hoofed, "Of course, my apologies. It's been a long day. Your coltfriend is in a private room on the tenth floor, but I'm afraid visiting hours are over."
"But I must see him!" Spitfire cried.
"I'm sorry," the nurse replied apologetically, "But-
"It's quite alright nurse, she can see him."
Everypony looked over to see another pony approach, a unicorn mare with a stethoscope around her neck.
"Doctor Lovegood!" the nurse yelped, almost standing to attention.
"At ease nurse, Princess Luna gave Group Captain Spitfire permission to visit after hours."
"OK," the nurse replied before turning to Spitfire, "Sorry ma'am, I was just following hospital rules."
"Don't worry about it kid," a calmer Spitfire replied, "Apology accepted."
"You can go on up Group Captain, he's in room 121."
Spitfire wasted no time a flew away, leaving the doctor and nurses behind. Not bothering with the slower lift, she flew rapidly up the stairwells to the tenth floor before frantically looking for signs indicating where Connor's room was.
Soon finding it on a sign hanging from the ceiling, she followed where the direction arrow was pointing and galloped there as fast as she could.
Finding the room, she burst open the door and froze in horror at the sight before her.
Her fiancee laid upon the bed with missing feathers and charred wings along with bandages covering his left arm and torso. A drip feed was attached to his arm along with other various monitoring equipment, of which included a heart monitor that was beeping steadily.
Just remember human hearts beat faster than pony hearts when resting, Spitfire thought to herself.
She approached the bed, closing the door behind her, and hopped up so that she was resting her front half on the bed side. Being careful not to catch any of the wires, she leaned in close and gently nuzzled Connor.
"You big dumb ape!" she whispered harshly, "Why did you fly into a thunderstorm?! You stupid. Big. Dumb. Ape!"
Spitfire slumped down to Connor's side, still nuzzling him, and cried softly into his neck.
THE FOLLOWING MORNING
The bright morning sun shined through the window of Connor's hospital room as he and Spitfire, who while she was sleeping during the night, was moved to a chair and covered in a blanket; slept peacefully. A stark contrast to just a few hours ago.
The door opened and in walked the same nurse from the night before. He pushed along a trolley with his magic up to Connor's bedside, and hopping up and resting his fore hooves on the bed, he attempted to wake Connor up.
"Mr Wakefield," the nurse said.
No response from Connor.
"Mr Wakefield," the nurse said a little louder.
Connor began to stir and slowly opened his eyes, his blurry vision eventually coming into focus. The first thing he saw was the golden-yellow fur and fiery mane and tail of a familiar looking pony, curled up on a chair in front of the window.
Looking around the room and taking in the smell, he finally noticed the nurse standing beside him.
I'm in hospital again.
"Hey," Connor said.
"How are you feeling Mr Wakefield?"
"Sore, especially my wings. What happened?"
"You were struck by lightning last night. You were saved from falling to your death by Rainbow Dash and she brought you here."
"Rainbow.....saved me?"
The nurse nodded, "She collapsed in the foyer after we took you off her hooves, but don't worry; she's OK. She resting in the room opposite."
"I'd like to see her if that's OK?"
"There'll be plenty of time for that Mr Wakefield, what you need to do now is rest."
"Fine, could you tell me what exactly happened to me though? I feel like there's a few feathers missing."
"There is."
Connor's eyes nearly popped out of his skull and the only thing stopping his wings from springing out where the tightly wrapped bandages.
"What do you mean 'there is'?"
"The lightning strike severely burned some of your feathers. Removing them was the only option. They will eventually grow back but you'll be limited on your flying ability until they do. You also suffered some minor burns to your skin from the lightning."
"Anything else?"
"The flightsuit you were wearing."
"What about it?"
"It was totally destroyed in the strike. We have what's left of it but I'm afraid it's beyond repair."
Connor felt like he'd been punched in the gut with a knuckle duster. That particular flight suit was the very first one, the one that Spitfire had Rarity make especially for him. Yes he had others, but that particular one had sentimental value to it. The others he had just didn't feel the same.
"Well....." Connor replied glumly, looking down, "I suppose I should be grateful that and a few feathers were all I lost. Anything else?"
"No. I shall inform the doctor you're awake, but in the meantime you need to rest."
"Are Luna and Celestia aware of what happened?"
"Yes, they have requested to be updated in your condition. Princess Luna I believe wishes to talk to you about what happened, so we know more of what happened."
"That's fine, do my friends from Ponyville know? What about my family?"
"They are aware. I believe your Ponyville friends are coming this afternoon, at least they're on the list of expected arrivals."
"And my family?"
"They're coming too, but tonight."
Connor simply nodded and looked over to his sleeping fiancee, who was still curled up fast asleep.
"How's Spitfire?"
"She's OK, just very worried about you. She actually fell asleep right beside you in the bed, we moved her to the chair as it was safer for her."
"Can she stay here when she wakes up?"
The nurse nodded, "Of course. Now, would you like anything for breakfast?"
"Just some corn flakes with sugar and a glass of orange juice please. And for Spitfire some waffles with maple syrup and black coffee."
"I shall inform the kitchen, until later Mr Wakefield."
"See you later."
The nurse left and closed the door, leaving Connor to lie back in bed and relax once more. His thoughts soon drifted back to the night before. He was due to go with Celestia to see the ballet but due to Elizabeth's appearance, Celestia agreed to going another night so Connor could reunite with Elizabeth.
He shuddered to think of how she might be feeling right now.
Just as soon as they're reunited they were almost separated again.
Had that bolt of lightning been any more powerful, or had Rainbow not got to him in time; then that separation may have been a bit more permanent than anyone would want.
He went over the events of the lightning strike again and again, remembering as he tried to fly faster to get out of the storm and attempting to dodge the lightning bolts. The pain all over his body and wings, and the noticeable lack of feathers reminded him he wasn't quite fast enough.
Should have asked for some painkillers, thought Connor.
Connor suddenly heard some low moaning noises from Spitfire. Looking over he saw as she slowly began to wake up, blinking her eyes a few times as her vision came into focus.
Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with a hoof, Spitfire drowsily looked over to Connor and a feeling of euphoria overwhelmed her as she realised that Connor was not only awake, but looking right at her.
"Hey Milkshake, miss me?"
Spitfire immediately launched herself from the chair and flew over to Connor, wrapping her hooves around his neck and pulling herself close into him.
"You stupid stupid stupid ape! Why did you fly in that storm?!"
Expecting this response, a sigh escaped Connor's lips and his shoulders slumped, "I knew there was a storm scheduled, but it was not meant to be that powerful. I wouldn't have flown in it otherwise."
"I know, but didn't you think of flying back?"
"I was closer to Cloudsdale so I thought that I might as well continue."
"The storm was at its worst in Cloudsdale," Spitfire replied, letting go of Connor and sitting back on the bed, "You should have flown back. What is it you say? 'The longest way round is the shortest way home'?"
"I suppose it was pretty dumb looking back."
"Pretty dumb?"
"OK, it was very stupid."
"Yes it was, have you any idea how scared I was when the guard came and told us of what happened?" Spitfire asked with a noticeable rise in her voice.
"Very."
"And when I saw you last night, laying in this bed attached to machines? I was afraid you might never wake up!"
"I'm sorry Spitfire," Connor replied glumly, looking down at the bed.
"I know, but let's not get too worked up about it. You're safe now, and all that matters," She replied leaning forward and giving Connor a hug and nuzzling his cheek, "Just don't do it again."
"I won't."
"Or I'll see to it that Matron will tend to your care needs."
Connor's eyes went wide in unremitting horror as spine chilling fear overwhelmed him.
LATER IN THE DAY
Afternoon arrived and Connor was still in bed, reading one of the day's newspaper. Spitfire had returned to the Academy to fill the other Wonderbolts in on events, and of Connor's condition.
As Connor was reading, the door opened. Looking up from his paper he saw his Ponyville friends walk in except for Rainbow Dash.
"Hey guys," Connor said, "Nice to see you."
The girls stopped in their tracks.
"You're awake?!" Twilight asked half excitedly, half shocked, "But how?! From what Rainbow told us you were hit with at least a 100,000 volt lightning strike!"
"Well I am part pegasus," h replied casually, "That probably helped prevent worse damage."
"That's highly likely," Twilight replied, approaching the bed, "But at least you're OK."
The other girls too sat around the bed in a semi-circle, all facing Connor.
"How are you feeling now Connor?" asked Fluttershy.
"Better, but still in some pain. But there is one thing you should know"
"Oh? What is that?"
"The flightsuit Rarity made for me, the very first one.....I was wearing it when I was hit."
"It's been damaged hasn't it?"
"Not exactly.....it was destroyed by the strike."
A forlorn looking Fluttershy scuffed the floor with a hoof and her head dropped, "Oh.....well I'm sorry to hear that, but don't worry about it Connor. That you're OK is far more important. The flightsuit being destroyed, while disappointing, is trivial in comparison to your well being."
"Pity it's ruined though. I liked that one."
"Perhaps, but natural wear and tear would have taken its effects over time anyway."
"I suppose so. How's Rainbow?"
"She's OK," replied Fluttershy, "She's worried about you though."
"Is she still here?"
"Yes, but the doctors wanted to keep her in until tomorrow just to be sure she's OK."
"Better safe than sorry. So, anything interesting been happening in Ponyville recently?"
"Just the same as usual," replied Twilight, "You know how Ponyville is. How about you? Have you been busy?"
"Studies and work mostly. I was doing the numbers yesterday at the Academy, expenses and wages and what not. The amount of money the Wonderbolts spend is eye watering. Not helped at all by Soarin's pie addiction. I also sent an order to Rarity to make myself more flightsuits."
"You have Rarity make ya flightsuits?"
Connor nodded, "Mine need to be specially made given my unique physical shape. Rarity has been given an official Wonderbolt licence to make them. And given that Rarity had my measurements it made sense to let her make them."
"Well," Applejack started, "If yer want help with keepin' the cost of pies down, ah don't mind supplying a few pies."
"Are you sure you could provide enough? Wonderbolt Air Shows are huge events with tens of thousands ponies attending. Even though only a small minority will have apple pies you might only be able to do the odd show here and there."
"That's fine with me."
"Well we'll have to discuss it in more detail some time, when I've recovered."
"Sure thing partner."
Just then the door opened and in walked Rarity and Elizabeth, the latter still wearing the dress from the night before. Her hair though was dishevelled and her tiara was out of place.
"Elizabeth," Connor said, "What are you doing here?"
Elizabeth rolled her eyes, "Seeing you you big dolt!"
Elizabeth walked over to the bedside and leaned over, giving her brother a hug, "Why did you go out in that storm? You should have stayed at the castle!"
"Spitfire said pretty much the same thing."
"She's a smart mare. Unlike her dork of a boyfriend."
Elizabeth let go and sat on the bed at Connor's left side, close to the head end, "Seriously though, are you OK?"
Connor nodded, "I'm feeling a bit better than this morning. Still a little sore though."
"I'm not surprised. I think I would be if I was struck by lightning," Elizabeth replied before looking over and finally noticing the others.
"Are you Connor's friends?"
Twilight stood forward, "We are indeed. There's another one of his friends in the next room. Rainbow Dash, she's the one that saved Connor."
"I'll have to thank her when I see her up and about. I'm Elizabeth by the way, but I've already met Rarity. She made me the dress I'm wearing now."
"Wow!" Fluttershy said happily, flying over and getting a closer look, "It looks really pretty on you."
"Thank you. You must be Fluttershy," Elizabeth replied, getting down form the bed and kneeling down to Fluttershy's level, "Connor's told me about you all."
"He has? Did he tell you I love animals?"
"He did, I'm an animal lover myself."
"You love animals?" Fluttershy asked, barely containing her joy.
Elizabeth nodded, "My favourite is my pet bunny called Brownie."
"I have a bunny too!" Fluttershy said excitedly, "His name's Angel."
"I'd love to meet him."
"You must come over, I'll introduce you to all of my animal friends."
"I can't wait," Elizabeth replied, surprising Fluttershy with a hug.
Fluttershy yelped quietly but made no move to get away, instead she stood still and welcomed the embrace and in doing so felt an odd sensation overcome her; like a feeling of safety and acceptance.
Elizabeth let go and stood back up, looking over at the others, oblivious to the now blushing Fluttershy, "So, I've met Rarity and now Fluttershy. Who are the rest of you?"
"I'm Twilight Sparkle."
"I'm Applejack," she said giving a tip of her hat.
"AND I'M PINKIE PIE!" she said bouncing up to Elizabeth and giving Elizabeth a bone crushing hug.
It scares how much like Angela she is.
Pinkie quickly found herself enveloped in a magical aura and placed back on the ground.
"Pinkie Pie!" Twilight said, "What did we tell you about hugging creatures when you first see them?"
Pinkie groaned and rolled her eyes, "You said not to do it."
"Don't worry Pinkie," Elizabeth quickly added, "It was just unexpected."
"Elizabeth darling, if you like I can tidy your mane for you?" Rarity asked, getting out a brush, "It's looking a little frazzled."
"Sure."
Elizabeth walked around the bed and sat down on the floor, allowing Rarity easier access to her hair, and was quickly followed by Fluttershy who sat down next to her.
"Just do what you can with it," Elizabeth said, "It doesn't have to be anything fancy."
"Nonsense darling, a beautiful mare in a beautiful dress requires a beautiful mane."
"You can do that right here?" asked Elizabeth.
"Of course I can."
While Rarity saw to Elizabeth, the other girls turned their attention back to Connor.
"How have your studies been going Connor?" asked Twilight.
"Well enough, it's a little hard at times but Luna's a great teacher."
"I know what you mean. Sometimes I struggled too, but with Princess Celestia's guidance, I managed to get through it."
"I've four more years of it yet, and there's no guarantee that I'll pass."
"Pass what?" asked Elizabeth, "What is it you're studying?"
"A Masters Degree programme that lasts four years in Business Management."
"You never wanted to go to Uni before. What changed your mind?"
Connor shrugged his shoulders, "I'm not sure. Maybe having opportunities here that I didn't have in England, people here not attempting to subtly force me into doing what I don't want to."
"What do you mean by that?" asked Twilight.
Connor sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead with his fingers, "Sometimes I felt certain people wilfully prevented me from trying to get somewhere in life. Every time I applied for a job I was rejected but the RAF, which my fake father served in, always tried to recruit me."
An uneasy silence permeated around the room with the girls all sharing awkward glances, Elizabeth in particular looking guilty and regretful.
"Didn't you ever consider joining?" asked Fluttershy.
"No," Connor replied with a decisive shake of his head, "It was pretty obvious it's what Alexander wanted, and that was to join the RAF where he could keep a close eye on me in case you know what happened."
"Are you sure that's what it is?" asked Twilight, "It seems pretty far fetched that he would go to that length."
Twilight then turned to Elizabeth, "What about you, did your father do the same with you?"
"No, at least I don't think so. I was due to start University this autumn but my being here has put an end to that."
"What were you going to study?"
"I was going to become a veterinarian."
"You can still become one," Fluttershy replied, turning around and getting a little closer to Elizabeth, "There's a specialist veterinary college in Baltimare where you can get your degree and licence."
"I'll have a look into it," replied Elizabeth. She then turned her attention back to her brother, "Connor, I know you think dad was against you; but could we not get into an argument about that now?"
"Sorry, now's not the time," he said trying to make himself more comfortable by sitting up.
As he did so he jolt of pain shot up his back and along where his wings connect, causing him to grunt and wince in pain.
"Connor!" Fluttershy cried, flying over to him, "Don't try to move like that, you're hurt and you could loosen your bandages!"
Fluttershy fluffed up his pillows and gently laid him back down on the bed, "You need to stay still and rest. If your back is hurting I'll go and find a nurse and see if they have any painkillers."
Connor nodded and Fluttershy flew away to find a nurse, leaving him with his sister and friends.
"How did you lot hear about what happened anyway?" asked Connor.
"I was with Princess Celestia when a guard burst into the room," replied Elizabeth, "She was going over some plans for how to introduce me to Equestria, and where I would stay in the meantime."
"You introduced yourself by chasing a pony around and trying to hug him."
"Something I succeeded in," she replied with a cheeky grin.
"What about the rest of you?" asked Connor.
"I received a scroll from Princess Celestia," replied Twilight, "As soon as I heard I gathered up my friends and we headed to Canterlot on the chariot provided by the Princess."
"And you came here as soon as you were allowed?"
Twilight nodded, "We weren't expecting you to be awake though? Or be so alert and seemingly unfazed by what happened."
"Well I've been reading that Pegasi can withstand a larger voltage than non-pegasi, that and it's not the first time I've been in a world of pain."
"You've been hurt before?"
Connor nodded, "I cracked my skull open once, when I was very young."
The ponies in the room went went eyed in horror, and Rarity even dropped her hairbrush in the process.
"It's true," said Elizabeth, "I've seen the x-rays. It happened before I was born though."
"How did it happen?" Twilight asked worriedly, approaching the bed and resting a hoof on his chest, "Are you OK?"
"Calm down Twilight," Connor replied, gently removing her hoof, "It happened twenty years ago. But as for how it happened.....it was my own stupid fault."
"What happened?"
"I was swinging about side to side on a chair when on one swing I went to far and kept going, where my head made contact with a radiator knob. I can even hear the sound of my skull cracking just thinking about it."
Each of his pony friends seemed to go a shade lighter, an oblivious Connor however continued his graphic description.
"Even the blood trickling down my head and neck."
Fortunately for the ponies, and Elizabeth, the door opened to reveal Fluttershy returning followed by the same nurse from before. Fluttershy sat down back next to Elizabeth and only then noticed her friends, all of whom had gone a pale shade of green.
"Why do you girls look sick?" Fluttershy asked.
"Connor told them about when he cracked his skull open," Elizabeth replied.
"Oh that? Connor has already told me about that."
"He did?"
Fluttershy nodded, "He told me when he once helped me with my animals."
"I remember," Connor said, butting in, "Help I could have given more easily had that furry little bas-"
"Excuse me," the nurse said, "I have some painkillers for you, from the doctor."
The nurse trotted over and used his magic to levitate two tablets over to Connor along with a glass of water. Connor took the water and tablets and took them quickly, eager to dull the pain in his back. He put the empty glass on his bedside table and relaxed into the bed once more.
"That should help things a little," Connor said.
"They'll take roughly fifteen minutes to take effect," said the nurse, "I'll return now to my rounds, if you need me or a colleague, just call for us."
"Will do," Connor replied.
The nurse left the room and closed the door behind him, giving the gang privacy once more.
"So," Connor started, "What are you all doing when you leave?"
"I'll probably pay my family a visit," replied Twilight, "I haven't seen them in a while. The rest of you are free to join me if you like, my parents won't mind."
"I'd love to meet your parents," Fluttershy replied.
"I believe I'll visit the fashion shops and see what the latest trends are in Canterlot," Rarity replied, finishing up tidying Elizabeth's hair and setting her tiara back in place, "There you are darling."
"Thank you Rarity, much appreciated," Elizabeth replied, before turning to Twilight, " I'll think I'll stay here a bit longer with Connor. We still have some catching up to do."
"Very well," replied Twilight, "I'll let the nurses know. It was nice meeting you Elizabeth."
The other girls nodded in agreement.
"It's been nice meeting all of you as well."
"Bye Twilight," Connor said.
"Bye Connor, get well soon."
The other ponies joined suit and wished Connor a speedy recovery and soon began leaving while Elizabeth went to sit on the side of the bed.
"Are you coming Fluttershy?" asked Twilight.
Fluttershy, who was lost in thought looking at Elizabeth, looked over to her friends and back to Elizabeth, and then back to the girls, "Of course, sorry."
She trotted over to the door and followed her friends out, bidding Connor and Elizabeth another farewell on the way out.
"Are you OK Fluttershy?" asked Pinkie, "Your cheeks are as red as Big Mac."
"Oh are they?!" Fluttershy worriedly replied, holding a hoof up to one of her cheeks.
"They totally are!"
"Calm down Pinkie," Twilight said.
Fluttershy slowly followed her friends and after a few moments, Rarity approached her; making sure to be out of earshot of the others.
"If you ever want my help Fluttershy, don't be afraid to ask." |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 37 - Chocolate Milk | Several days had passed since Connor's discharge from hospital and he was once again at his house in Cloudsdale, playing host to his sister who had temporarily moved in to help assimilate into pony society. And to catch up more with her brother. Unlike before though when she wore a dress and tiara, this time she was wearing a flight suit like Connor's, but in two tone pink; much to a certain earth pony's delight.
"So," Elizabeth said, taking a spoonful of cereal, "What are you doing later?"
"I thought I'd go to Ponyville and pick up a book I reserved at the library."
"What book is it?"
"The Illustrated History of Equestrian Railways, it's a new publication and Twilight managed to get an advanced copy."
"Sounds wonderful," Elizabeth replied, "Are you going down in that hot air balloon?"
"Yeah."
"Good, because I'm not strong enough to carry you."
"I'm not that heavy!"
"Heavy enough."
*DING-DONG*
"I'll get it," Connor said, putting down his peanut butter on toast, "It'll probably be that parcel I'm expecting."
Connor got up and made his way to the front door, his bandaged wings twitching in pain slightly as he did so. He opened the the door to see a delivery pony stood next to a large cardboard box about two feet long in each direction. Connor, recognising the manufacturers logo on the box, took huge effort into not jumping for joy. It was bad enough his could feel his wings trying to flap happily beneath his tightly wrapped bandages.
"Delivery for Mr Wakefield?"
"That's me."
"Great, just sign here please," the pony said, pointing to the specific place in the paper.
Connor signed to where the pony pointed and began to pick up the box.
"Have a nice day sir," the delivery pony replied, taking the signed papers with him.
"You too, good bye."
The delivery pony went away, taking his cart with him, leaving Connor with his parcel. He bent down at the knees and took a firm hold of the box, hugging it closely to his chest before standing back up and walking back inside, closing the door with a kick of his right foot.
He strode back into the kitchen where his sister was still eating Sugar Puff like cereal.
"What's in there?" she asked.
"You'll see. I'll show you when breakfast is over."
"Train stuff?"
"Maybe."
"Spitfire said you pre-ordered some ages ago."
"Limited edition train packs. Not cheap either."
"I ordered something myself the other day."
"Anything interesting?"
"Just a certain best-selling plushie that's really popular with kids."
"Not you too."
"Just wait until Bella finds out."
"I'm dreading her finding out about other things."
"I'm not!" Elizabeth laughed with delight, "I can't wait to see what unfolds."
Approaching Ponyville in the hot air balloon, it was quite clear that yet another incident had occurred in Ponyville.
"Can't Ponyville just be normal for once?" Connor asked aloud, noting the roads made of soap and long-legged rabbits amongst other things.
He carefully lowered the balloon towards the balloon dock, avoiding the candy floss clouds in the process, and tightly tied it in place when there.
Jumping out of the balloon and onto the ground, a quick look around revealed no sight of anyone, but instead the cries of a nearby pony.
"FINE! Leave! See if I care! I don't need you guys either! With friends like you, who needs...enemies...?"
"Twilight!" Connor said aloud," Twilight it's Connor! Where are you?"
Running towards where he heard her, Connor found himself outside the library and saw a sobbing Twilight sat on the ground. Feeling concerned for his friend's well-being, he walked over and knelt down, gently placing and arm around her.
"Hey Twilight," he said gently.
"Connor?" Twilight said as she turned to look at him, "Thank Celestia it's you!"
Twilight threw herself at Connor, wrapping her forelegs around him as tightly as she could.
Connor gently stroked her back," Sssshh, come on Twilight. Tell me what happened."
Twilight let go of Connor and sat on her plot, wiping away the tears in her eyes with a hoof, "Discord."
"Who?"
"Discord. The Spirit of Chaos and Disharmony. He escaped his stone imprisonment and is the cause of all this....well, chaos!"
"What's been done to stop him?"
"Princess Celestia was going to give us the Elements of Harmony to return him to stone, but he got to them first and hid them. At first we thought they were in the Canterlot Castle garden maze, but his misleading riddle eventually revealed he had hidden them right here in Ponyville."
"I'm taking it by the fact you're wearing your tiara that you found them?"
Twilight nodded, "Yes, but my friends just ran away."
"Why would they do that?"
"Discord did something to them. They're acting like the complete opposite of the Element they represent and they've turned grey in colour."
"Do you want help finding them?"
Before Twilight could answer, the inside of the library could be seen momentarily flashing green.
And then again.
And again.
Curious, Twilight and Connor got up and walked over to the library. Walking inside they saw Spike on the floor clutching his stomach surrounded by a pile of scrolls.
"Make it stop!" he cried.
He belched out another scroll.
Twilight picked up some of the scrolls in her magic and unfurled them. Quickly reading through them she gasped in shock, "These are all the letters I've written to the princess since I've lived in Ponyville. But why would she send them back?"
She picked up a few more scrolls and read them aloud.
"Real friends don't care what your cover is."
"Friendship is a wondrous and powerful thing."
"And like the path cut through the orchard, there will always be a way through."
"The best thing to do is stay true to yourself."
"Everypony has a special magical connection with her friends. Maybe even before she's met them."
Twilight suddenly beamed with realisation and joy, "Spike! Spike, it's all so clear! Can't you see? Discord's trying to distract us from what's important. He knows how powerful our friendships are, and he's trying to keep us from seeing it. Do you remember what I said the first day we arrived in Ponyville? I told you that the future of Equestria didn't rest on me making friends. But the opposite is true! The friendships I've made since I've been here are what saved Equestria from Nightmare Moon. And now they need to save it from Discord!"
Spike moaned in response, still in too much discomfort to give a clear answer.
"You're right, Spike," replied Twilight, oblivious to Spike's condition, "I've got to fight for my friendships. For them. For me. For Equestria!"
Spike only moaned again in response.
"Oh...uh...why don't you just stay here and rest? I'll take care of the whole fighting for friendship thing myself."
"Want me to help?" asked Connor.
"Thank you Connor, yes."
Twilight and Connor made their way to the door to find their mutual friends.
"Go to bed Spike," Twilight said, "It's the best place for you at the moment."
Spike moaned out another response and walked slowly towards the stairs, still belching out scrolls along the way. Twilight and Connor, now outside, discussed their plan of action.
"Right Connor, what I need to do is find our friends so I can give them their Element and restore them to their original selves and defeat Discord."
"Easier said than done Twilight."
"I know, but it's the only plan we have."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Could you look around Ponyville for ponies outside, and if possible try to persuade them to go inside out of harm's way? Well, I don't know what could be considered 'out of harm's way' when it comes to Discord."
"I'll see what I can do, stay safe Twilight."
"You too Connor."
The pair embraced each other in a hug before going on their respective objectives.
Connor quickly made his way to the town centre, assuming that the busiest part of Ponyville would have some ponies there. His assumptions were incorrect as he noted the market square abandoned, despite the stalls still being full of merchandise. Approaching cautiously, he continued to check his surroundings.
*THUD*
Connor spun around to the source of the noise and could barely believe what he was seeing, standing slack jawed as pumpkins bounced towards him, aggressively making chomping motions with their newly acquired mouths.
"What the fuck?"
The scene before Connor still hadn't properly registered in his mind as the pumpkins bounced closer. It wasn't until one of them took a bite at his leg did he do something.
"You little bastard!"
Raising his foot up, he stomped down on the offending pumpkin causing it to break into several pieces and splatter pumpkin juice all over his legs. He then turned his attention to the others, three of them, and did the same to them, making a rather large mess in the process.
Looking down at his legs, he let out a deflated sigh as he saw the mess done to his flight suit; all too aware that pumpkin juice won't be coming out of it, effectively ruining the flight suit.
"Spitfire's going to kill me," he groaned, "This was one of the new suits as well."
"Are you OK?"
Connor turned to where the voice was coming from and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lyra approach.
"Lyra, how are you?"
"Could be better," she replied, "How about you?"
"I've just had a fight with some pumpkins."
"I know," Lyra giggled, "I saw."
"Well, what are you doing here?" Connor asked, "It's not safe outside."
"I was trying to find Bon-Bon, have you seen her?"
"No, have you tried her sweet shop?"
"Already tried, she wasn't there. She isn't at home either."
"Sorry, but I don't know where she could be. But you should find some place safe to hide from Discord."
"Discord?"
"The one responsible for all of this weird shit."
"Oh, well anyway, I'm still going to try and fin Bon-Bon."
"Just stay safe Lyra."
"I will do."
Connor watched as Lyra trotted away, leaving him alone in the market square once more.
"I'd be careful around her if I were you. You don't want to know how far her human fetish goes."
Connor turned around and could not hide his shock at the sight before him.
"What the fuck are you?"
Discord frowned and folded his arms indignantly, "Such disgraceful language."
"You must be Discord."
"The one and only!" he exclaimed loudly, spreading his arms and legs out wide as party poppers and confetti exploded behind him.
"Do everyone a favour and stop messing things up."
Discord stopped showboating and snaked his way down to Connor, "My dear boy, I am the Lord of Chaos! I can do as I please!"
"And make everyone's life a misery in the process?"
Discord huffed in annoyance and threw his arms up in the air, literally, "I add a bit of excitement to your lives and all you do is complain! Where's you imagination? Your adventurous spirit?"
"Simply speaking, no-one trusts you. Or likes you."
"You don't even know me."
"I know enough to know that you're too dangerous to be allowed to roam free."
"You would put me back in my stone prison? Do you have any idea what that's like? If I didn't have the enormous mental fortitude I possess I would have gone far beyond insane!"
"You should behave yourself then."
"And just what are you going to do? I don't see a shiny necklace around your neck?" Discord replied smugly before a smirk crossed his lips, "Or a tiara on your head."
Connor blushed slightly, but enough for Discord to notice.
"Yes, little Connor. I know all about your choice of fashion."
"Fuck off."
Discord frowned, looking more cross than merely unhappy.
"Watch your tone, boy!"
"What are you going to do about it? Make we wear a dress again? Take my wings away? Make me piss chocolate?"
"Connor?! Where are you?"
"Spitfire!" he whispered loudly.
Too loudly though.
"Oh this is going to be deliciously chaotic! Little Spitfire is paying her fiancee a visit!"
Connor noted with increasing dread the look of malicious delight forming on Discord's face, "What are you doing?"
Discord said nothing and instead snapped his fingers, disappearing in an instant; leaving just in time before Spitfire arrived. Seeing Connor, she flew over and gently wrapped her hooves around his neck. instead of her usual Wonderbolt flightsuit, she was instead wearing only her engagement ring.
"I got worried about you. Elizabeth said you were here and when I saw all the weird things I thought-"
Spitfire stopped as the noticed Connor wasn't responding to her.
"Connor?"
No response.
"Connor?" she tried again, prodding him with a hoof.
"What do you want?!"
Spitfire reeled back, slightly in shock at Connor's snappy response.
"I...I was just wondering if you're OK."
"I'm fine! For fuck's sake, why are all of you ponies so damn nosy and clingy?!"
Spitfire, rather than get upset, began to get annoyed. With a stern frown, she hovered in front of Connor with her forelegs on her hips, "Just what is your problem?!"
"You're my problem!"
"What?"
"I said you're my problem! Everywhere I go, you're there constantly hovering around and getting in the way."
"I came here because I was going to ask you if you wanted to join me with my parents to go out for dinner tonight?"
"Dinner with your family?" Connor scoffed, "Now why the fuck would I want to do that?"
"Why wouldn't you?"
"Maybe because your family hates me?"
"They don't hate you."
"Oh fuck off, yes they do. Anyone with half a brain cell can work that out."
Spitfire, now bordering on blowing a fuse, flew right up to Connor's face, "Well if that's how you feel then don't bother coming!"
"Don't worry, I won't."
"Buck you Connor! And you know what? I think I'll stay at my parents tonight. You can have the house to yourself since you're being such a jerk."
"You do that."
"I will."
Spitfire took to the air and began to make her way to Cloudsdale before she planted a hoof in Connor's face.
"Sleep tight Shitfire."
Spitfire stopped dead in her tracks and turned around to Connor, glaring fiercely "What did you say?!"
"I said, sleep tight.....Shitfire."
Spitfire lowered herself to the ground and folded her wings back to her sides, "Why are you calling me that?"
"Because it's your name."
"No it's not!" she snapped back.
"Yes it is," Connor replied, grinning in delight, "Your name is Shitfire, because once upon a time on a school camping trip, little Spitfire shit the bed."
Tears were beginning to form in Spitfire's eyes as her heart felt like it was being shattered into a million pieces, "Stop calling me that."
"Stop calling you what? Shitfire?"
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" she cried, tears now falling.
Connor didn't stop though and instead carried on, relishing in Spitfire's misery and distress at revealing her mortifying incident, "Little Shitfire shit the bed."
"SHUT UP!"
"Little Shitfire had to spend every night for the rest of the trip in nappies because she kept shitting herself."
"Why are you doing this?" she cried, tears now streaming down her face.
"Little Shitfire! Maybe I should put you back in them. I don't want to be cleaning the bed sheets every day."
"W-w-why are you b-being so m-mean to me?" she cried even more, trying to dry her eyes out with her hooves.
"I'm not being mean, I'm just pointing something out."
"You are being mean! You promised you would never tell anypony!"
"I haven't told anypony. I'm just reminding you that you shit the bed at camp."
Spitfire, with a mix of anger and heartbreak, stood up rapidly and flared her wings, "Buck you!"
She tore off her engagement ring and threw it at Connor, "I don't want to marry you any more! You bucking horrible jerk!"
"Fine by me," Connor replied with a shrug of his shoulders, "I never really like you anyway. You were just a means to an end for me."
Tears were now in freefall as she flew away, her cries of anguish slowly fading away.
Connor, unrepentant, looked down to where the engagement ring was and picked it up. He held it close to his face before throwing it away behind him, "What a waste of money."
Meanwhile, in another part of Ponyville, Discord was sat upon a throne enjoying the scenery before him. Chaotic events of his own doing. With a snap of his claw, he materialised a glass of chocolate milk but instead of drinking the milk, he drank the glass and threw away the milk, causing it to explode when it hit the ground.
"Chaos is a wonderful, wonderful thing," he mused.
"Not as wonderful as friendship!"
Discord looked up to see six mares he grown tired of seeing, "Oh, this again?"
"That's right," replied Applejack, "You couldn't break apart our friendship for long."
"Oh, Applejack. Don't lie to me. I'm the one who made you a liar. Will you ever learn?"
"I'll tell you what we've learned, Discord," Twilight replied, standing strong and defiant, "We've learned that friendship isn't always easy, but there's no doubt it's worth fighting for!"
"Ugh, gag," Discord groaned, "Fine, go ahead. Try and use your little Elements. Friend me. Just make it quick. I'm missing some excellent chaos here."
"All right, ladies, let's show him what friendship can do!"
The girl's elements began to activate, levitating them into the air. A swirling rainbow beam of magic began to spiral around the girls before it aimed straight for Discord, hitting him full force.
"Huh. What's this?" queried Discord.
Feeling his legs go stiff, he looked down to see his lower half begin to turn to stone. Panicking at being trapped in his stone prison once more, he desperately tried to flee but to no avail, "No. NOOOO!!!!"
He cries were soon silenced the moment his was completely encased in stone.
"Did we do it?" Fluttershy asked.
"We did it!" Rainbow shouted triumphantly, bumping hooves with Applejack.
"We sure did partner."
"Well done girls," Twilight said, "But let's save the celebrations for later, we need to check on Ponyville first."
"I do hope everypony is OK," Rarity said.
"Well we're not going to know just sitting on our plots," Rainbow stated, "Come on girls!"
"I'm surprised you can even walk around at all with all that fat on your flanks."
"You insolent brute!"
Mrs Cake had not taken too kindly to Connor's comments regarding her derriere. As far as Connor was concerned, he was just making an honest observation; to Mr Cake however, he was just being rude.
"Get out of here!" Mr Cake bellowed, "I don't know what's gotten into you Connor, but until you apologise and go back to how you were then you're banned from coming here!"
"Oh no!" Connor dramatically replied, putting an arm to his forehead, "Banned from Sugarcube Corner! Whatever will I do?"
"Out!" bellowed Mr Cake, fiercely pointing a hoof at the door.
"Alright alright! Calm your little pony self down. Jumpy little snowflakes."
Connor turned around and began to leave, ignoring the stunned onlookers watching him. He walked outside to see more ponies who had now come out of hiding now Discord had been defeated. He was soon approached by Lyra, this time with Bon Bon.
"Hey Connor," Lyra said, "I'm glad you're OK. I found Bon Bon by the way; she was in the town hall with a few other ponies."
"Yeah, and? What do you want? A medal?"
Both Lyra and Bon Bon reeled back in shock, as did some nearby ponies who had picked up on what was being said. And like passengers on a train, they couldn't help but eavesdrop on another persons conversation.
"Is there any need to be rude?" asked Bon Bon, "I know what's happened has put everypony on edge but there's no need for talking to us like that."
"Maybe I'm sick of stupid little ponies coming to me with their stupid little problems."
"What the hay is wrong with you?!" Lyra scolded, "Why are you talking to us like this?"
"Because I can. Now, if you don't mind, get out of my way."
Connor barged his way past, knocking Lyra off of her hooves in the process.
"Stop right there buster!"
"Piss off Thunderlane," Connor replied, turning around to see the aforementioned pegasus approach.
"How dare you talk to any of us like that!" Thunderlane replied, "We demand an apology!"
Other ponies, scowling in anger, nodded in agreement in addition to giving their vocal support. Connor with a snobby huff, shrugged it away.
"Humans don't apologise to inferior little ponies."
Connor began to walk away, only to see Thunderlane fly in front of him and block his way.
"Apologise now, and we'll forget-"
Thunderlane didn't get a chance to finish before Connor punched him right on the muzzle. Knocked onto his side several feet away, Thunderlane staggered to his hooves and held a hoof to his face. His now watery eyes went to pinpricks as he saw his hoof covered in blood. Panic set in as he began to hyperventilate, overwhelmed at the sight of blood and being unexpectedly assaulted by what he thought was a friend.
Connor meanwhile, showed no remorse and began to walk away again.
"CONNOR!"
He turned around again to see Twilight and the others, all stood open mouthed at the sight before them. Twilight ran over and confronted Connor, ready to give her friend a very stern talking to.
"What do you think you're doing Connor?"
"Dealing with nosy ponies by punching them on their nose."
"You can't do that!"
"Why the fuck not?"
"Because it's not nice, and it's illegal!"
"I've been smacked in the face twice by ponies since I came here, one of which is standing over there!" he replied, pointing a finger at Rarity.
Who in turn subtlety tried to hide behind Fluttershy.
"That doesn't give you the right to hit ponies," Twilight countered, "What's gotten into-"
Twilight stopped as she sensed something was off about Connor. Testing a hypothesis, she lit up her horn and performed a magical scan of Connor, much to his annoyance.
"What the fuck are you doing you fucking midget horse?!"
Ponies stood aghast at the scene before them. Most of them were more shocked that it was Connor saying such things rather than the language itself coming from Connor's mouth.
"Connor," Twilight said with a look of great worry on her face, "You need to listen to me. Discord has manipulated you!"
"No he hasn't."
"He has! You need to let me perform the counterspell!"
"Fuck no! You're not performing more dark magic on me Voldemort."
Connor attempted to run away but was cut off by the encircled ponies, and with his wings still heavily bandaged, flying wasn't an option.
"Give up Connor, and let me help you," Twilight pleaded.
"Never!"
Connor made a run for it only to find himself dragged back by a coil of rope around his chest, also binding his arms to his side.
Applejack had lassoed him.
"Fucking let me go now you fucking dixie horse!"
Connor furiously began trying to free himself, kicking up a lot of dirt and dust in the process; however Applejack was stronger and quickly secured Connor, tying his hands behind his back and his legs together preventing him from lashing out and hitting or kicking anypony. Though that didn't stop the furious verbal tirade coming from his mouth, prompting Applejack put her hoof over his mouth.
"Go ahead Twi," Applejack said.
"Thank you Applejack."
Twilight approached a still struggling Connor and performed her counter-spell.
Upon coming into contact with Twilight's spell, Connor froze as a flood of memories began pouring through his mind. Specifically memories of his time in Equestria. Waking up in Equestria, his first time meeting Spitfire, receiving his first Wonderbolt flight suit.........proposing to Spitfire.
Twilight's spell ended and after a few seconds silence and a much calmer Connor slowly sat up.
"What happened?" he groaned, "I feel like a herd of elephants have just stomped on my head."
"Thank Celestia you're back," Twilight said, throwing herself forward and hugging him.
A slightly surprised and confused Connor went to return the hug but felt himself unable to do so. Looking around at his body he saw why.
"Why am I tied up? Again?"
"There was....an incident," Twilight replied, "You were acting very unlike yourself. It was like you were a mirror of yourself."
"Did I have a goatee?"
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Anyway, could you untie me?"
Applejack looked over to Twilight who simply nodded. Feeling the ropes loosen, Connor removed them altogether and stood up; only now realising the large group of ponies, some of them looking at him rather cross.
"What's the matter with you lot?"
"Are you serious?"
Connor looked to who spoke and the shock on his face was evident as he saw a friend of his having tissues stuck in his nose, covered in spots of blood.
"What happened to your nose?"
Thunderlane looked at Connor incredulously, "You hit me!"
"I don't recall ever hitting you."
An angry Thunderlane attempted to get up to give Connor a piece of his mind but was held back by Cloud Chaser and her best friend Flitter.
"Don't fight Thundy," Cloud Chaser pleaded, "I'm sure there's a reason for all of this."
"There is!" Twilight said quickly, "If everypony would allow me to explain!"
"We're listening," Thunderlane said, still looking sternly at Connor.
"I believe that Connor was under the influence of Discord's chaos magic, just like my friends were. They all became the opposite of their true selves, for example; Applejack kept telling lies, Fluttershy was being mean to everypony and Rarity was being selfish. I believe that Discord effected Connor the same way, which is how he's been acting towards everypony."
"I do remember encountering Discord."
"What happened?" asked Twilight.
"I told him that no one trusts him or likes him, and that he was too dangerous to be allowed to roam free."
"Then what?"
"He snapped his paw, claw, whatever and disappeared, then Spitfire.............oh fuck."
"What?" Twilight asked, concerned over the worried look on Connor's face, "Connor, what is it?"
"I need to find Spitfire!" Connor yelled, quickly getting to his feet.
"Why? What's happened?" Twilight pleaded to know.
"I said some horrible things to her!"
"But why are you so worried?"
"Because she called off the wedding!"
A short while later, after everypony had returned home, Connor was with Twilight and the girls in the library. Before that though, Connor did apologise to Thunderlane, Lyra, Bon Bon and the Cakes; all of whom accepted his apology and forgave him, considering he was under the influence of chaos magic they deduced it affected his thinking and his actions.
In the library however, Connor could sit with his head in his hands having revealed his argument with Spitfire, but not the details of it. The engagement ring he threw away, now back in the library, rested on the coffee table in front of him. Every second looking at it causing every moment of his argument with Spitfire to replay on his mind.
Every horrible thing he said.
And none of it he meant.
"Discord has a lot to answer for," Twilight stated angrily, "Frankly putting him back in stone is being kind to him."
"Here here," added Rainbow, "Don't worry Connor, we'll fix things with Spitfire."
Connor could only murmur in response, prompting an ever worried Fluttershy to pat him on the back.
"Connor darling, I know this isn't an ideal time but if you give me your flightsuit I might be able to clean it."
"Sure, hey Twilight; you still have some spare clothes of mine here don't you?"
"Yes, not a flightsuit though."
"That's fine. I can't fly again yet anyway. Spreading them out is the most I can do, and that's only to prevent deep-vein-thrombosis."
"You'll be flying again in no time," Rainbow said, "Just hang in there buddy."
"Thanks Rainbow. Anyway, I'm off to get a bath, if that's OK Twilight?"
"Of course it is, you know where the bathroom is."
"Do you want help with your bandages?" asked Fluttershy.
"Yeah I can do, I might need new one's putting on again."
"That's OK, I have some more at cottage if you need any. Do you want me to take your bandages off now?"
"Please. While you're doing that, I'll have a think on how I can get Spitfire back."
The next morning arrived and Connor was back in Cloudsdale approaching his house, despite Spitfire saying she was going to go to her parent's for the night she may have changed her mind. He walked up the garden path and unlocked the front door. Going in he called out.
"Spitfire! Elizabeth!"
After a few seconds the sound of someone walking could be heard.
"Connor?"
Connor turned around to see Elizabeth stood in the hallway, wearing her pink flight suit again. Wasting no time, Connor immediately go straight to business, forgoing the usual pleasantries.
"Elizabeth, have you seen Spitfire?"
"Errr, no. Why? I thought she came to see you to see if you wanted to go out to dinner with her parents?"
"She did."
"So why are you here asking if I've seen her?"
Connor took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to mentally prepare himself for a short, but painful recollection of events he would have to tell to his sister.
"You might want to sit down, it's.....been an interesting night."
Meanwhile, elsewhere in Cloudsdale, Spitfire was still crying in her mother's embrace. Avro, Gloucester and Hawker meanwhile were all fuming inside however, each one having a furious expression at seeing their daughter/sister reduced to tears by some hairless flying ape.
"How could he say such mean things?" whimpered Spitfire, asking that question for the umpteenth time, "He promised he would never talk about it!"
"I don't know dear," replied Stormy, stroking Spitfire's mane, "But I'm sure there's a reason for it."
"There is a reason for it!" bellowed Avro, "That hairless ape is a good for nothing scoundrel who, like all the other stallions has only used our daughter for their own desires because they can't accomplish anything on their own!"
"I knew I shouldn't have trusted that weasel!" Hawker snarled, gritting his teeth angrily.
"Live and learn son," Avro replied, "That liar fooled me too."
"I sincerely hope he's not welcome back here?" Gloucester asked.
"Absolutely not!" Avro yelled, stomping his hoof on the ground to accentuate the point, "I don't care if he's friends with the Elements of Harmony and the Princesses, he is NOT welcome here any more!"
"Please calm down dear," Stormy pleaded, "We should at least see what Connor does now. if he does come here, we should hear him out."
"Hear him out? Are you mad?!"
"Before I permanently ban somepony from this house, I would like to at least to hear it from their own mouth why they did what they did. There may still be an explanation for all of this."
"I doubt it."
"Look," said Stormy, "This has put us all on edge. Why don't we go into town and have that dinner we didn't have last night?"
There was a few seconds of silence as they all looked at one another, unsure if now was really the time for going out.
"That sounds good right now."
"Dear?"
Spitfire sat up and rubbed the tears out of her eyes with a hoof, "Going out now sounds like a good idea."
"What about Connor?" asked Stormy, "Do you really want to cancel the wedding?"
"I.....don't know. Part of me does for what he said, but regardless of that I still love him."
"Well maybe this dinner will help clear your head a little."
Spitfire simply nodded, "Who else is coming?"
"I'll go," Gloucester replied.
"Me too," Avro added, "Not like I have a choice given your mother decides for me."
The siblings shared a small laugh while Stormy shot Avro a stern, though slightly amused, glare.
"What about you Lightning?" asked Spitfire, "You coming?"
"Sure, I wouldn't leave my big sister when she's upset."
"What about you Hawker?"
"I'll stay."
"You sure?" Spitfire asked.
"I'm sure, you go and enjoy yourself. Besides, I have a few things to catch up on."
"OK, see you around sometime," Spitfire replied, flying over and giving her twin brother a hug.
"You too Spitty."
Meanwhile back in Connor's house, he had just finished telling Elizabeth about the events of the previous day and felt all the worse for it having once more gone through the events to others. Elizabeth for her part, stayed silent throughout as her brother retold events, not making judgements or comments until the full story had been told. Now that it had though, she decided to give her opinion on the matter.
"Well," she began, "From the sound of things it seems like you weren't at fault. This Discord thing was."
"Try explaining that to Spitfire, or her family even."
"They wouldn't believe you?"
"I tell them something put a spell on me to make me say those things? They'd just say I was making excuses to get away with speaking to their daughter like that."
"There's no harm in trying."
"Even if Spitfire did believe me, she's still called off the wedding."
"I doubt she really meant it."
"You weren't there."
"No, but I am a girl; I do know how they think."
"And you say that Spitfire was just saying that because she was upset."
"She saw what she thought was her fiancee, the love of her life say horrible things to her, unaware he was actually under the influence of some sadistic nut job hell bent on making people's lives miserable."
"You think she'll listen to me?"
"If she truly loves you, then yes."
"I'll go and see her then, and see if I can sort this mess out."
"Good," replied Elizabeth, "Because there's no way I'm missing out on being a bridesmaid at my brother's wedding!"
Around lunchtime, Connor arrived outside Spitfire's parent's house and walked up the garden pathway to the front door, shaking nervously a little as he pressed the doorbell.
He heard the sound of hoof steps approach and prepared himself for the inevitable bollocking he knew he would get from Avro and his brothers. The door opened and Connor was slightly surprised to see Hawker stood at the doorway.
"Hey Hawker, is Spi-"
Connor didn't get chance to finish his question as the powerful right hook from Hawker hit Connor in the face, knocking him out cold. He fell back and his head hit the ground with a small thunk.
Smirking slightly with satisfaction, Hawker walked forward to Connor to get a better view of the hoof mark on Connor's left cheek.
And the unexpected view of blood trickling from beneath the back of his head.
"Spitfire's going to kill me."
*EARLIER IN THE DAY*
Several firm knocks pounded the door, much to Alexander's annoyance.
"Alright I'm coming!" he replied loudly, "Fucking hell, if they hit the door any harder it'll come off the bloody hinges. Anyway, who the hell would be knocking on the door this time in the morning?"
Alexander unlocked and opened the door only to find no-one there.
"Great!" he huffed, "The old 'knock on a stranger's door and leg it', even on a bloody military base which is supposed to be-"
"Down here!"
Alexander looked down, only to find a visitor he was not expecting.
"Greetings, my name is Arch Mage. Welcome to Equestria, Group Captain Wakefield."
Alexander fell back and his head hit the ground with a small thunk. |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 38 - Reunited | "Fucking Tartarus," Hawker moaned,"Since when did little Spitfire hit so hard?"
"Since you knocked out her fiance," Lightning replied, holding an ice pack in place over his left eye, "Is that why you elected to stay behind, so you could clock him?"
"......maybe. But I didn't mean to crack his skull! Just hit him!"
Lightning rolled her eyes, "I'm sure that will makes things better. You're lucky Spits didn't break your wings and throw you off a very high cloud."
"She wouldn't have done that, I'm her brother. Her twin brother!"
"So? You clocked her fiance. What would you do in her position?"
Hawker sighed, "The same probably."
"Of course you would, I've seen the way you look at Misty Fly," Lightning teased.
"What?!"
"Or is it Fleetfoot?"
"It's neither!"
A malicious grin spread across Lightning's face, "So you do have the hots for a mare?"
"No!"
"A stallion then?"
"I am not in love with anypony."
"A griffon then."
"Lightning!"
"Sheesh, calm down. I'm only pulling your leg."
"You are a very annoying little sister."
"I love you too, bro."
The sound of the door opening prompted the two siblings to look over. Avro and Gloucester walked in, followed by Luna, much to the surprise of the siblings. Quickly though, they went down on their hooves to bow but were quickly stopped by Luna, although not before Hawker's ice pack fell to the floor.
"Please rise, there is no need to bow," Luna said calmly, "Please, allow me."
Luna lifted up the ice pack and placed it back over Hawker's bruised eye.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, but I have information relating to Connor that you all need to hear explaining what happened in Ponyville."
Hawker and Lightning looked over to the father and brother.
"It kinda explains a few things," Gloucester said.
"Indeed," Luna added.
"Explains what?" asked Lightning.
"Connor's behaviour in Ponyville was due to him being unknowingly under the influence of Discord. Unbeknownst to anypony, Discord's chaos magic had made him almost an exact opposite of his usual self. The residents of Ponyville said that Connor showed no obvious signs that he was under any influence and that they thought he was just really being rude of his own accord."
"Until they realised the truth?"
"Yes. It was Twilight Sparkle who realised it and, with the help of the Elements of Harmony, purged the chaos magic from him. It was after this he realised what he had done, and what he had said to Spitfire."
"Soooo, Connor's innocent?" asked Hawker nervously.
"Yes, he was under the influence of Discord and did not act of his own volition. But do not worry," Luna added, noting the look of fear in Hawker, "Connor has decided not to press charges against you and is prepared to consider the matter over."
"Well, if he's prepared to do that, then I suppose I can too."
"Spits might not let it go so easily," Lightning said, "She's really pissed off."
"I'll make it up to her."
"How?"
"I'll think of something. Anyway, how is Connor?" Hawker asked, looking at Luna.
"He is recovering but suffered a cracked skull. Fortunately the damage is minimal and he'll make a full recovery."
Hawker winced at hearing the injuries he inflicted, albeit unintentionally, a reaction not gone unnoticed by the others.
"Fear not Group Captain Hurricane," Luna said, "Connor is in great care and recovering well."
"I'd like to see him though, and personally apologise."
"I shall ask him. In the meantime, farewell."
Hawker and Lightning bowed as Luna left the room, causing Hawker's ice pack to fall to the floor again. Lightning picked it up and placed it back over Hawker's eye, "So, what are your plans later? Apart from apologising to Connor?"
"Thought I might go out into Canterlot, while I'm on leave."
"Cool. Want me to come along?"
"Sure."
Meanwhile, in another room of the hospital, Connor laid in bed with Spitfire and Elizabeth in attendance, the latter wearing her two tone pink flight suit with white gloves and boots. Connor looked considerably worse for wear at first glance with bandaging around his head and the monitors hooked up to him, steadily beeping away.
"I should have known something wasn't right," Spitfire said, her eyes downcast and resting her hoof on Connor's hand, "He would never behave like that."
"You couldn't have known," Elizabeth replied.
"I should have."
"Don't beat yourself up about it, it won't do you any good. What's happened happened and the one responsible has been punished for it."
Spitfire nodded glumly, "I'll have to pay Discord's statue a visit and give him a piece of my mind."
"Mind if I join you?"
"Go ahead."
"Speaking of giving others a piece of your mind, I heard you 'had a word' with your brother."
"Oh yeah, I had a word alright, if delivering a firm right hoof counts as a word."
"You're a fiery girl with a fiery temper, I can see why Connor likes you."
Spitfire smirked.
"That and you're a hot mare," Elizabeth continued.
Spitfire blushed, "Thanks. Don't let Connor hear you say that though, he might think you're trying to steal me from him."
"He wouldn't think that."
"Are you sure? He can be a dork at times."
"True."
A knock at the door interrupted the conversation between the pair and the door quickly opened. Entering the room was none other than Luna herself, accompanied by two of her Thestral guards.
"Princess Luna!" Spitfire yelped, quickly getting down to bow.
"Rise, please; there is no need to bow to us in a private setting, Spitfire."
Spitfire rose and approached Luna, "What brings you here Princess?"
"I have news of an occurrence in the Whitetail Woods," Luna replied, looking to Elizabeth, "That will be of interest to yourself Elizabeth, and your brother."
"W-why? What's happened?" Elizabeth asked with a little worry in her voice.
Luna smiled as she answered, "Your family is now in Equestria."
Back in the Whitetail Woods, Alexander and the rest of the family sat in the lounge as they waited patiently for the return of Arch Mage and the arrival of Celestia. Star Light was almost having a fit due to the sheer nerve of meeting Celestia, the Solar Diarch of Equestria and Bringer of Light. Despite the gentle soothing strokes from her daughters, Star Light was still close to hyperventilating at meeting the Princess she had not seen in over twenty-five years.
"It'sgoingtobefine! It'sgoingtobefine! It'sgoingtobefine!" she said quickly and rapidly, rocking back on forth.
"Relax mum," Bella said, "You're worrying too much."
"Did that Arch Mage or whatever he's called say when he'd be back?" asked Angela.
"Just that he'd be back as soon as possible," replied Bella, "Wish he'd hurry up, the waiting's killing me."
"I wonder if Connor and Elizabeth are here?"
"I'm guessing they will be, it'll be nice to see them again."
"A moment I'm not looking forward to."
Bella and Angela looked over to their father, still holding an ice pack to the back of his head, "Did you say something dad?"
"Just that I'm not particularly looking forward to meeting Connor."
The two sisters looked at one another in bewilderment, surprised to hear what their father was saying, "Do you think he'll be angry with you?"
"If he is I can't blame him for it."
"That's if he's here, that is," Angela followed up, "We don't know that yet."
"He's here," Star Light added, "I can feel it."
"If mum turned back into a pony," Bella began to query, "Does that mean Connor will be a pony now too?"
"It's possible," Star Light replied, "Or he could have simply grown wings like you girls."
"I wonder what he's been doing while he's been here, if he is here," Angela wondered aloud, "Getting up to no good probably."
The ringing of the doorbell caused four heads to simultaneously turn towards the door almost instantly.
"I'll get it," Bella said, standing up and giving her cyan blue wings a stretch, and headed for the door.
As soon as she opened the door she visibly jumped in shock at the sight of not only Arch Mage, but Princess Celestia too, looking exactly as her mother described her.
"H-hi," she muttered.
"Greetings, I am Princess Celestia and I believe you are already acquainted with Arch Mage."
"Y-yeah, he was here earlier. Do you want to come in?"
"That would be lovely," Celestia replied with a cheery smile, "We have much to discuss."
Belle stood aside and allowed the pair to enter along with two of Celestia's Solar Guards. After they entered, she shut the door and showed them to the lounge where they were all waiting. Almost immediately at seeing Celestia, Star Light was down on her hooves in a respectful bow.
"Rise please, there is no need to bow," Celestia replied kindly and softly, putting Star Light at ease, "Especially from those part of Connor's family."
At the mention of his name, five pairs of eyes lit up and looked immediately at Celestia. Star Light immediately ran to Celestia and getting up on her hind legs and resting her forelegs on Celestia's chest, pleadingly asked, "You mean.....Connor's here?!"
Celestia smiled and nodded, "Yes, and doing very well as a matter of fact."
"Please, Princess, I must see him!"
"Of course, but we'll have to get the OK from the doctor."
"Doctor?" Star Light asked worriedly, "My baby's not hurt, is he?"
"Not exactly, but he did suffer minor injuries due to a misunderstanding earlier."
"Probably got into a fight," Belle quipped.
"Not exactly, but he was unintentionally knocked out by his future brother-in-law."
....
"What?" Bella asked, dumbfounded.
"Connor is engaged," Celestia replied simply, "Tis quite a story, but I think Connor should be the one to tell you."
"When can I see him?" asked Star Light, "And what about Elizabeth? Please tell me she's here too!!"
"Relax my little pony, Elizabeth is currently at Connor's bedside with his fiancee. I assure you that he is in good hooves."
The reassurance from the Princess seemed to relax Star Light who hopped back down onto all fours and was soon being hugged by Bella, "There you go mum, Connor and Elizabeth are fine and we'll see them again very soon."
Star Light then looked up to Celestia, worry again evident in her expression, "What about Vulcan and Cara?"
"I have dispatched messengers to bring them to my castle, I shall re-introduce you to them there. My sister has informed Elizabeth, who in turn will inform Connor."
"Y-your sister?"
Celestia blinked in confusion as to why Star Light did not know who Luna was, before she realised just as quickly why she wouldn't know, "Luna is my sister, freed from her imprisonment and the influence of Nightmare Moon."
"N-nightmare M-moon?" Star Light asked nervously, visibly shaking.
"Fear not, my little pony. Nightmare Moon was defeated and my sister returned, I assure you Luna means no harm to anypony, and in fact Connor is her personal student."
"Student?"
"Yes, he is undertaking a Business Management Masters degree, and from what Luna has told me, he is doing quite well."
"Sounds impressive," Star Light replied.
"I'd have never have guessed that Connor was interested in that," Angela said, "I thought he was more into gaming and things like that."
"He was initially offered the position of Wonderbolt's Events Manager, but that soon became General Manager and with guidance from Luna and Spitfire has shown to be quite adept at it."
"Spitfire?"
"His fiancee, a Group Captain and CO of the Wonderbolts."
"Wait a minute," Star Light said, her eyes widening, "Spitfire?"
"You recognise the name?" asked Bella, "It is the name of a World War 2 fighter plane."
"I know but what I meant was I recognised the name from before I went to Earth," Star Light replied before turning back to Celestia, "By any chance, is her mother called Stormy Flare?"
"I believe she is," Celestia replied, "Do you know her?"
"I went to Junior Flight Camp with her, helped me fly better. It's not surprising at all to hear that her daughter went on to become head of the Wonderbolts."
"OK," interrupted Bella, "Who or what are the Wonderbolts?"
"They're like the Red Arrows."
"Ah, I can see why he joined then."
"He didn't join the RAF though, did he?" Alex suddenly blurted out with a little more venom than he intended, "Never showed any interest!"
Silence lingered for several seconds as Alex's stinging rebuke made everyone feel uneasy, particularly Celestia. She recalled Connor telling her about how Alexander would relentlessly pressure him into joining the RAF as an officer and pilot, and would show disdain to any other alternative and try to coerce him out of other career paths.
"Spent all his time sat on his lazy arse playing video games!"
"ALEXANDER!"
Star Light's chilling glare sent a shiver down his spine, the pony half his size made him feel like the smallest person in the room as she stormed over to him, "I will not tolerate anyone speaking of my son in that manner. Connor may have been out of work but that does not mean he is or was lazy! He tried valiantly to get a job but to no avail! It is not his fault that he was constantly rejected!"
"What are you implying?" Alex replied, scowling, "If employers didn't want him, then that's their decision."
"The only employers who ever showed interest just happened to be your employers too."
"What-"
"Don't pretend you had nothing to do with it! I know how you would pressure the poor lad into joining!"
"MUM! DAD!" Bella yelled, "We have visitors!"
Alex and Star Light looked over to see Celestia and Arch Mage, and the two guards, looking on in shock at the unexpected argument. To Celestia though, it all but confirmed what Connor had told her.
Alexander had been wilfully trying to force Connor into joining something he didn't want to join.
Celestia though, eager to move things on, changed the topic.
"Perhaps we should discuss what will happen now? There is a lot to discuss."
"Of course Princess," Star Light replied, "Apologies that you had to see that."
"There is no need to apologise, I have arguments with those I love also."
"What will happen now then?" Bella asked rather impatiently, "What will happen to us?"
"For now I ask that you remain here, at least until a press conference can be arranged where you will be shown to Equestria. Star Light's return will be big news given that she is Connor's mother, as will the arrival of the rest of you. There's no doubt you will all become of great interest to the press."
"Great," Bella groaned, "Tabloid writers writing sensationalist bullshit just to sell a few more papers."
"Bella," Star Light warned, "Not in front of the princess."
"It's quite alright Star Light," Celestia replied gently, "Some papers in Equestria have somewhat of a.....different perspective, shall we say, the same papers that are very bigoted against non-ponies, and even against non-unicorns."
"So Equestria has its own version of the Daily Mail?" Bella asked, "Or the Daily Shit Rag as Connor calls it."
Celestia snorted, attempting to stifle giggles, "That does sound like something Connor would say."
"So how long will we have to stay here?" Alexander asked.
"Not long, a few days at most."
"So we'll finally be able to leave this prison?" Bella asked, making no attempt to hide her sarcasm.
"I'd hardly call this place a prison," Celestia replied.
"Well what else do you call a place where you're held against your will?"
"Just give it a rest Bella," Angela said, "I want to leave as much as you do but rushing things won't help."
"I assure you that you can leave but I ask you allow me time to make the necessary arrangements."
"What kind of 'necessary arrangements'?" asked Alex, standing up and approaching Celestia.
"For starters, a press conference revealing you all to Equestria, living arrangements for Bella and Angela, residency permits and there's the matter of Star Light."
"What about Star Light?"
"After several months of no sign of her, she was officially declared dead. Since the arrival of Connor who stated that you were very much alive, I started the process of sorting out the necessary paperwork with regards to things such as pensions, passports and citizenship and so on. Suffice it to say, that there's been quite a bit to do."
"Passport?" queried Bella, "As in pony passports?"
"Well, Equestrian passports specifically. As you, and your sisters, are the daughters of an Equestrian citizen you are eligible for Equestrian citizenship and Equestrian passport. Equestrian citizenship will make gaining employment and such much easier, and an Equestrian passport has the same function as your own British passports. Connor has already taken Equestrian citizenship and carries an Equestrian passport in addition to keeping his British equivalents."
"Can we keep ours too?" asked Angela, "There's no bloody way I'm giving up either."
"Of course, Equestria permits and recognises dual citizenship," Celestia confirmed, before turning to Alex, "Also, I have an item that belongs to you."
Alexander looked confused only for a moment before his eyes lit up in a mixture of shock and excitement, "MY RANGE ROVER! IT'S HERE?!"
Celestia nodded, "Connor was kind enough to explain what it was, but as he had no keys we were unable to gain access and I can assure you that it will be returned to you as quickly as possible."
Alexander visibly sighed in relief, running a hand down his face, "You've no idea how much I can relax now I know it's OK."
"You should have seen him," Star Light said, "He was miming a re-enactment of his last actions before the car disappeared. We thought he'd finally lost his marbles."
"Oh be quiet," Alex groaned, "I was simply concerned at the disappearance of a £90,000 Range Rover."
"Just 'simply concerned'," teased Star Light, "It sounds like a lot more than that to me. I'm almost beginning to feel left out."
"Fear not Group Captain Wakefield, you shall be reunited with your beloved Range Rover soon."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. In the meantime I shall leave you and go and make the aforementioned arrangements and shall return as soon as I can, until then, farewell."
Back in the hospital, a still asleep Connor was being tended to by hospital staff with Spitfire and Elizabeth watching on; the former having seen the sight of Matron tend to her fiancee before. And for the same reason. Having finished her task, the Matron packed the rest of the supplies away and pulled the quilt back over Connor, being careful not to pull out the drip feed and monitoring devices as she did so.
"There," Matron said, "Nice and clean again."
"Thank you Matron," Spitfire replied, "Lucky for us you were here instructing Trainee Nurses."
"Indeed. Young Mr Wakefield does seem to have a knack of ending up in hospital. This is his fourth time since arriving in Equestria if I'm not mistaken."
"Knowing Connor he'll be in several more times."
"So long as he stays in bed he'll have no problems from me," Matron replied sternly, "Good day to you Group Captain, Miss Wakefield."
The matron promptly left, leaving Connor alone with Spitfire and Elizabeth once more where they once again took their seats at either side of his bed, with Spitfire resting a hoof on his hand looking somewhat less upset than before.
"The sooner he wakes up, the better," Spitfire said.
"Agreed," added Elizabeth, "I don't like seeing him like this."
"My family are eager to see him too, they sort of....reacted badly to what he did in Ponyville; well my mother didn't. She was prepared to at least allow Connor to explain himself before deciding what to do."
"Has Luna told them?"
"I think so. Hopefully it will calm down my father and brothers."
"Speaking of your brothers....nice hit! You go girl!"
Spitfire couldn't help but laugh and smile, "Yeah, it was a beauty of a black eye I gave him."
"He'll be nursing it for a while."
"He'll live, maybe now with the sense I knocked into him."
"What about the wedding? You're not really calling it off are you?" Elizabeth asked, a hint of worry in her voice.
Spitfire shook her head, "I only said that because I was angry and upset, but after hearing that Connor was a victim of Discord's cruel pranks it cleared things up quite a bit."
"So I can still be a bridesmaid?" Elizabeth with barely contained glee.
Spitfire nodded, completely unprepared for the squeals of joy that emanated from Elizabeth.
*MEANWHILE, BACK AT SPITFIRE'S PARENTS HOUSE*
Avro didn't need to look to his side to see know his wife was right next to him or that she was angry, he knew she was angry just by the fact that he could feel her nose breath on his cheek. Seldom has he ever felt so nervous and fearful of his well-being as he is now.
"I may have jumped to a conclusion," he whimpered.
"'May have'?" Stormy replied sternly, "You DID jump to that conclusion and now Connor is in hospital with a cracked skull."
"The doctor said he'd recover."
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" Stormy screamed, "Connor is injured because certain ponies jumped to conclusions and others let their hooves do the talking!"
"But-"
"But nothing Avro! Connor was under the influence of an evil spirit of chaos but you just assumed Connor acted of his own accord, you didn't want to believe otherwise; at least I was prepared to hear him out first!"
Avro fell back onto his plot and sighed deeply, "I bucked up again with him, didn't I?"
"What do you think?"
"I'll make it up to him."
"How?"
"I don't know, I'll think of something."
"Well think quickly, you've taken a disliking to Connor ever since you found out about their engagement and have been looking for any reason to stop him from being with Spitfire."
Avro looked down to the floor in disgrace, unable to respond. He couldn't. He knew his wife was right. Stormy however, didn't stop admonishing her husband and continued getting her points across like a boxer throwing punches against his opponent who's on the ropes.
"I thought you said you didn't mind Connor marrying our daughter? Or were they just words to give the illusion you didn't mind? Lying to our daughter, to Connor, to me? What do you really think, Avro Lancaster?"
Several seconds passed as Avro just sat looking down at his hooves, considering his words very carefully over what he really thought about his future son-in-law.
"I guess I am being unfair to him."
"You didn't answer my question. What do you really think of him?"
"I....I guess I'm just suspicious of him."
"Why?"
"Well think about it. A creature never before seen just appears in our world and just happens to have an encounter with our daughter, who is also the head of the Wonderbolts."
"What's suspicious about that?"
"You don't think it strange that he should meet one of Equestria's most famous ponies very quickly and almost as quickly begin dating her?"
"No, I don't. Frankly I think you're being paranoid. Connor has been a gentlecolt to our daughter, and had it not been for certain events, would have been born in Equestria as a pony, or did you forget about his back story? Or that I know his mother?"
"You know his mother?" Avro asked, surprised at the revelation.
"I went to Junior Flight Camp with her and helped her fly better. I also set her up on a date with her future husband, Vulcan."
"That big bastard?"
"Yes, him. All three branches of the armed forces regularly awarded him contracts to make equipment and weapons. Or did that slip your mind also?"
Avro said nothing.
Stormy however, continued, "For somepony who's looking for faults in Connor you don't seem to know much about his pony family. Did you know he has a sister too?"
"Errrr, I may have forgotten," Avro replied, sweating and smiling nervously.
"He has a sister called Caramel Fudge who owns and runs her own fudge shop in Cloudsdale," Stormy scoffed, unimpressed at her husband's ignorance, "Maybe if you spent more time trying to get to know Connor and less time trying to find fault with him, you'd see he and Spitfire are absolutely right for each other."
"ALRIGHT!" Avro bellowed, "You've made your point!"
"I hope so, because if you continue being like this towards Connor, you risk losing Spitfire."
Avro visibly flinched at the thought of being disowned by his daughter, the mare he helped raise and pushed and encouraged to get her to get where she is today, and looked sullenly at the floor. Stormy, sensing that she was finally getting through to him, gently placed a hoof under his chin and lifted his head slowly up, "I know you're only concerned for Spitfire's well-being, and considering how some of exes have been I don't blame you, but Connor is different. I saw that after after first meeting him. Did you know that when I first saw him at the doorstep, I scolded him for placing his hand on Spitfire?"
"No, I didn't."
"I did. Looking back I feel terrible for it, but after seeing them with each other that evening, I saw how happy Spitfire was and how comfortable she looked with him, and the same with him with her."
"I suppose I'm being a little over protective."
"You wouldn't be you if you weren't. I recall one of her earlier dates from years ago, what was his name...Zeplin?"
"Zephyr. Zephyr Breeze. A lazy scoundrel who only wanted to live off Spitfire."
"Ah yes, I remember now. I seem to recall you and the boys 'having a word' with him."
"We did."
"Indeed, but you've never said what you said to get him to leave for good."
"Does it matter? You got an excellent rose garden because of our little chat."
Stormy's eyes went wide as dinner plates at realising what Avro implied, "You mean he-"
"Yes. It was just coincidence he was stood over your rose garden."
"What...what happened afterwards?"
"He flew away and we never heard from him again. Spitfire was quite pissed off though."
"Would that be why she spent several days at Fleetfoot's?"
"Yeah, though I think her friend talked sense into her."
*DING-DONG*
"I wonder who that could be," Avro wondered aloud, "We weren't expecting visitors, were we?"
"No. I'll answer it though, you stay here."
Stormy left Avro in the lounge and made her way to the front door. Opening the door, she got quite the shock at seeing Celestia standing at her doorway, accompanied by two of her Solar Guards.
"Princess?!"
"Hello Stormy Flare, I apologise for intruding, but there has been a development I feel you must be made aware of before I make a public announcement."
"What about? Connor?"
"It involves him, but may I come inside and inform you? We are attracting quite a crowd already."
Stormy poked her head out of the doorway and saw what the princess was referring to. All down the street, the few ponies that were passing had stopped to see their princess converse with a resident, who in turn attracted the attention of other home-owners. The odd flash of a camera made it clear they has been seen. A bright gold chariot belonging to one of the princesses alone catches the attention of ponies, it and its owner even more attention.
"Of course," Stormy replied, "Will your guards be joining us?"
"No, they will remain on guard outside; to keep the growing crowd at bay."
Stormy stood aside an allowed the princess to enter, shutting the door afterwards.
"If you'd follow me your majesty."
"Of course, lead the way."
Celestia followed Stormy into the lounge, where Avro had wasted no time in making himself comfortable. Laid back in his reclining chair, he had his hooves up and the newspapers held up, covering his face; oblivious to who had just entered his home.
"Stormy be a dear and put the kettle on."
"Put it on yourself," Stormy replied sternly, "You can make a cup of tea for me as well our guest."
"Guest?" he repeated.
Avro lowered the paper and his eyes went to pinpricks as to who was stood in his lounge.
"Princess!"
Very quickly, and making a mess of the paper in the process, he fell to the floor in a haste to bow respectfully to one of his diarchs.
"Rise, please. There is no need to bow to me on your own home," Celestia replied gently.
Avro rose and nervously addressed the princess, "What brings you to our home, Princess?"
"I have news which I wanted you to hear before it became public knowledge."
"What news?"
"Put simply, the rest of Connor's family have appeared in the Whitetail Woods, along with his family home."
*MEANWHILE, IN VANHOOVER*
The sun shone in the cloudless sky over Vanhoover, basking the coastal city in a brilliant bright light that reflected beautifully off of the crystal clear blue waters. Ships of all sizes and shapes manoeuvred in and out of the harbour as ponies watched on from the parks and residential skyscrapers, a particular favourite of pegasi as their balconies provided a quick entrance and exit from their respective apartments.
Away from the hustle and bustle of the harbour to the equally busy Downtown district, Cara and Theo were tending to customers in their newest store, this particular one selling Cara's fudges and Theo's chocolate. Business was incredibly slow at first with very few customers and low sales, with the stores running costs only being supported by Cara's financial input.
Whilst not raking in the cash or having products fly off the shelves, the store is at least running under its own finances.
Cara was busy filling some shelves with white chocolate truffles as she glanced over to her business partner and romantic partner, as he finished making a sale with a pony who's become a regular.
"Here's your change sir, and have a wonderful day."
"Thank you," the Earth Pony replied, putting his chocolates into his saddle bag, "Good day to you too."
The stallion left the store, nodding to Cara on the way, leaving the store empty of customers for the time being. Taking the chance to talk to Theo, she trotted over and gave him a quick kiss on his cheeks.
"Hey handsome."
"Hey sweetie. You OK?"
"I'm good. Wanna go out tonight? There's a new ramen restaurant that's opened a few streets over that I'd like to try out."
"Sounds great, what time were you wanting to go?"
"About sevenish?
"That's fine with me."
*BING BONG*
The sound of the door chime prompted the pair to look up, only to go slack jawed at who was now in their store.
"P-p-p-rincess M-mi A-amo-"
"Just Cadence is fine," she replied holding up a hoof.
Theo and Cara's breathing calmed a little as Cadence walked further into the store, followed by two of Celestia's Solar Guards, and after a quick look around, made a beeline for the deli counter, where, behind glass panels were piles of different types of chocolates neatly organised into tidy piles.
Feeling like she was in pony heaven, Cadence let out a very un-princessy sequel as she clapped her hooves together in delight at the sight of so much delectable chocolate.
Cara and Theo looked over to the guards who seemed just as perplexed as they were.
Cara decided to take the initiative and approach the Alicorn of Love, "Can we help you princess?"
Cadence turned around, "How much for the chocolates?"
"Errr, the chocolates?" Cara repeated, still a little out of it.
Cadence nodded, "How much?"
"Well, it's 60 bits for a 250 gram box, 120 bits for a 500 gram box, 180 bits for a 750 gram box or 240 bits for a one kilogram box or for a true chocoaholic, a Super Deluxe 1.5 kilogram box for 300 bits."
"Can I choose what chocolates I'd like, or are they already chosen?"
"We have boxes ready off the shelf but if you wish you can let us know which chocolates you'd prefer. Do you have any preferences?"
"Nothing with coconut."
"Of course. What size box ma'am?"
"Ooooh, I'll think I'll have super deluxe box. And for shiny, a kilogram box of dark chocolates only. They're his favourite."
"Of course ma'am."
"Please call me Cadence," the princess replied with a smile.
"Of course......Cadence."
"Thank you. Would I be OK having a look around while I wait?"
"Of course," she replied before turning to Theo, "You heard the lady, Theo. Chop chop!"
"Yes ma'am," Theo replied, mock saluting as he went behind the chocolates counter and began filling the orders in.
Cara turned back to Cadence, "While he's doing that, would you like a tour...Cadence?"
"I'd love one. I must say though, this is quite a lovely store. I can see why you must have paid a premium for it."
"We sure did, mostly because of the location. The business rates and property costs in Vanhoover are eye-watering, but we still make a profit, so we can't complain much."
"I've heard you and Theo have become quite a couple."
"Well, I suppose so," Cara replied, blushing, "Probably would never have met had it not been for....other factors."
"Other factors?" Cadence repeated, not sure what Cara meant until after a couple of seconds she clued into what Cara was referring to, "Oh that. Well, stranger things have happened in Equestria."
"How is Connor? I've not seen or heard from him since he got out of hospital."
"He's back in hospital."
"Sorry?" Cara repeated, "You mean he never left?"
"No, he left hospital regarding the lightning strike incident, but he very recently went back in following being assaulted by a rather angry pegasus."
"Somepony clocked my brother?" Cara asked with a mix of anger and worry.
"You heard of what happened in Ponyville?"
"I heard that Discord escaped but nothing more."
"Well, put simply he used his chaos magic and affected the elements of harmony as well as Connor."
"What did he do to my brother?" Cara asked, her restrained anger audible on her voice.
"He made Connor almost an exact opposite of his true self, making him very rude, violent, uncaring and so on and so forth. He was eventually freed from Discord's corruption but not before he made some very hurtful comments to Spitfire."
"What did he say?"
"I don't know what he said, only that she called off the wedding-"
Cara gasped loudly, "No! Tell me you're only joking!"
"Something wrong sweetie?" Theo asked, hearing the commotion.
"Please," Cadence pleaded, "Hear me out."
Reluctantly, Cara agreed and was quickly consoled by Theo.
"As I was saying, she called it off, but once the situation has been explained to her, she uncalled it off."
"So, my baby brother is still getting married?"
"Yes."
A wave a relief overcame Cara as she let out a huge sigh, "Thank goodness for that, but how does that explain his visit to hospital?"
"After being freed of chaos magic and realising the situation, Connor flew to Spitfire's parent's home to attempt to amend things. However, they had gone out for dinner, except that is, for Hawker."
"Spitfire's twin brother?"
Cadence nodded, "Apparently, upon seeing Connor and unaware of the situation, he punched Connor in the face causing him to fall backwards and hit his head on the pavement behind, causing Connor to suffer a cracked skull."
"My baby brother has cracked skull?" Cara asked with an angry snarl beginning to form on her lips.
Cadence nodded, "Unfortunately so, however he has been awake since and the doctor assures us he will make a full recovery."
"That's good," Cara replied calmly, disturbingly so, "But I'm still going to kill Hawker."
Cadence couldn't help but let out a giggle, "You'll have to join the queue then, Spitfire has already given him a black eye, at least according to Auntie Luna."
"That's a good start. Is that why you came today?"
"Yes. I was going to tell you straight away, but got....sidetracked," Cadence replied, glancing embarrassingly over to the chocolates, "Sorry."
"That's quite alright Cadence, it happens to a lot of ponies. Was there anything else?"
"Yes, and it involves Connor again; albeit not directly."
"In what way?"
"You know of his human family?"
"Yes, I've met his sister Elizabeth. Why?"
"I'm not sure how to say it, so I'll just say it bluntly. The rest of his human family has appeared in the Whitetail Woods."
"The rest of........"
It took only a moment, but once she realised what it meant, her feelings of joy overwhelmed her and she promptly burst into tears and collapsed to the floor.
"Darling, what's wrong?" Theo asked.
"Don't you realise?" Cara cried.
Theo shook his head, "Realise what?"
"Oh you big dolt, it means my mum's back!" Cara cried, put her forelegs around Theo, wrapping him tightly in a hug, "I'm going to see my mum again." |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 39 - The Reunion | In the dining room of Canterlot Castle, Connor paced anxiously up and down as Elizabeth, both wearing flight suits, watched on. It had been a couple of days since Connor's family reappeared in Equestria and they were now on the way to see him. Despite insistence from the doctor, Connor insisted on leaving the hospital.
"You'll wear the carpet out if you keep pacing up and down," Elizabeth said, "Just sit down."
"I can't," Connor replied, holding back some anger, "Meeting Dad...Alexander....let's just say he better have some damn good answers."
Elizabeth watched on in worry. Whilst she wanted answers too, she knew that Connor had a tendency to dive in head first whenever he argued with Alexander, demanding answers then accusing him of covering something up when he wouldn't get an answer.
"Just try to be civil this time."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Connor asked, turning around looking pissed.
"It's just that whenever you and dad begin talking about this topic, you always end up shouting at each other and going around in circles."
"I wouldn't have to yell or repeat myself if he just answered a few damn questions now and again!" Connor snapped.
"Connor-"
"What? I'm right. Alexander always thought he could keep things from us and intrude into everything we do."
"He had legitimate reasons to not tell you things, and the rest of us. Would you honestly have believed him if he had told you?"
"Probably not...but that doesn't excuse him trying to press gang me into the Air Force."
Elizabeth said nothing in response, having had this conversation many times before and with the same outcomes. Everyone saying the same thing, going continuously in circles.
Connor and Elizabeth sat in silence for a few more minutes, Connor in particular mulling over what he would say.
It wasn't long before the door opened, revealing one of the castle maids.
"Mr Wakefield, Miss Wakefield; Princess Celestia has asked for your presence."
Connor and Elizabeth stood up and began to follow the maid out and through the corridors to wherever Celestia was. Both of them feeling apprehensive and twitching their wings, but for different reasons. Connor because it would be the first time he'd be talking to Alexander knowing what the truth is, Elizabeth was feeling apprehensive because she feared that the pair would row again, though this time the argument would be more heated and one or both of them would say something they wouldn't mean to and come to regret it.
Soon, they stopped in front of the large mahogany doors of the castle's conservatory, where the maid gave the door a firm knock.
"Enter."
The maid opened the door, and the two siblings gave each other one quick, but nervous glance. They followed the maid in and followed her around the corner and sat on wicker furniture, where the rest of Connor's family, enjoying tea with the Princess.
"Your majesty?" the maid said.
Celestia looked up and smiled at the sight of the approaching siblings.
"Thank you," she said to the maid, "You're dismissed."
The maid bowed and promptly left, Elizabeth meanwhile wasted no time in running up to her family and giving her mother a bone-crushing hug, soon joined in by her other sisters. All the while that was happening, Connor and Alexander had been staring at one another. Alexander was uncharacteristically nervous, while Connor tried his best to maintain a poker face. He slowly walked up to where Alexander was sitting, though the latter stood up as Connor approached.
"Connor, I'd first like to apol-"
The next thing Alexander felt was a throbbing pain on his nose and laying on his left side, having fallen back onto the sofa.
"Connor!" Celestia bellowed, "What has gotten into you?!"
Elizabeth and the rest of his family looked up to see what the commotion was and were just as surprised to see blood trickling down Alexander's face, his nose bleeding.
"He deserved it!" Connor spat, "The lying, deceitful, manipulating prick had it coming for years!"
Celestia wore a severe frown, finding herself in the extraordinary rare position of being cross at Connor, "That is no reason to-"
"I'm leaving," Connor replied, cutting Celestia off, "Don't come after me. Stay out of my business and my life Alex, I want nothing to do with you."
Alex slowly sat back up, still nursing a bleeding nose with a tissue offered to him by his wife, and looked up regretfully at Connor.
"Connor, I-"
"Shut it! I don't want to hear anything from you!"
Without another word, Connor left; his blood still boiling.
"Connor!" Elizabeth cried, running after him, "Connor!"
Connor ignored her, and instead of stopping, picked up the pace and took to the air, desperate to leave as quickly as possible.
Elizabeth, instead of trying to go after him, returned to her family. She saw that her dad's nose had stopped bleeding, for now, and Celestia approaching her.
"Princess."
"Elizabeth," she replied, no longer looking cross, "Where is Connor going?"
"I don't know. He's not in trouble is he?" she asked worriedly.
"That depends if your father wishes to press charges. If he does, I have little choice put to pursue legal proceedings."
Elizabeth paled slightly at the thought of her brother behind bars, once again taken from her.
"Since when could he hit like that?"
Elizabeth and Celestia looked over to Alex and walked over.
"What has Connor been doing here?" Alex asked, still feeling a little woozy, "Wrestling dragons?!"
"I told you Connor could hit harder than you thought," Star Light said.
"And how would you know that?"
"A mother knows. Besides, if I'm honest, I'm surprised he hasn't hit you sooner."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Alex asked, looking incredulous.
"You were always too hard on him, believing him to be capable of only being little more than an Ablutions Orderly."
"That's a bit harsh."
"But you didn't think he was capable of much though. No matter what he tried to do, job-wise, he was always turned away. Except for the RAF, who didn't know how to take 'no' for an answer. "
"You think I'm at fault for that?"
"Are you?"
Alex didn't immediately answer, something not gone unnoticed by the others. Star Light however, pressed on, not letting Alex get away without an answer.
"Did you have your colleagues harass Connor, pressuring him into joining?" Star Light asked, her voice firm, "I want an answer Alex."
Alex let out a deep, long sigh, "I may have...suggested that he'd be suited to being in the Air Force but I didn't have them continue to pester him."
"But you didn't do anything to stop it, despite his pleas."
"What could I do? I couldn't exactly tell an Air Marshal to stop trying to pressgang my son into joining."
"Why do you always do this, Alex?"
"Do what?"
"Try to deflect blame from yourself."
"I don't."
"You do."
"I don't!"
"Yes, you do!"
"No-"
"Mum! Dad!" Belle yelled, "Must you argue right now?"
Alex and Star Light looked at one another, quickly remembering as to where they were and who was watching. Star Light, blushing lightly, looked up to Celestia.
"Apologies, Princess."
"There's no need to apologise," Celestia replied kindly, "What you have all been through are very unusual circumstances, it's only natural that everyone is on edge."
"Where will Connor have gone?" asked Bella asked.
"No idea," Elizabeth replied, "He might have gone to the Wonderbolt HQ."
Alexander shook his head and laughed, bemused that Connor was studying for a Masters degree, ,"Since when was Connor an academic?"
Star Light repressed the urge to scream at Alex and plant a hoof across his cheek, "Since he left school. He's far more intelligent that you ever give him credit for, and as I recall he DID apply to some universities, but surprise surprise he was turned down because someone didn't like what he wanted to study."
"Game design is a complete waste of time."
"To you maybe, but to Connor it is what he wanted to study. Tell me Alex, if Connor hadn't returned to Equestria, how long would you keep interfering with his life from the sidelines? Stopping him doing what he wanted to do, simply because you didn't like it?"
"I never-"
"Don't lie to me Alex, you're not very good at it," Star Light replied, her voice full of disappointment, "Until you start treating Connor like the grown man he is, and acknowledge what he does with his life is his business and not yours, don't bother speaking to me."
Without another word, Star Light flew away, leaving the rest to look on in stunned silence.
Meanwhile, high in the skies above Equestria, Connor was flying steadily towards Wonderbolts HQ, still reeling from his reunion with his fake father. So much so he hadn't been paying close enough attention to his surroundings.
"WATCH OUT!"
So distracted he was with his thoughts, he hadn't realised he'd unintentionally flown into a practice session lead by his fiancee. At the last second he managed to avoid a mid-air collision, though that didn't stop the others from spiralling out of control.
Instinct kicked in though, and they quickly recovered. Frowning slightly, Spitfire flew over to Connor, who was now hovering mid-air.
"Connor, as delighted as I am to see you, next time do you think you could drop by by NOT flying right into a practice routine?"
"Sorry Spits," he replied, looking slightly down, "It's just that.....I've just had a reunion with my fake father."
"Your fake father? You mean..."
"Alexander, my human step dad."
"How did it go?" she asked, placing a hoof on his shoulder.
"...I punched him in the face."
Spitfire and the other Bolts looked at one another awkwardly, before Spitfire called out, "Take a break Bolts."
They immediately flew away, while Spitfire moved in closer to Connor, giving him a nuzzle, "What happened?"
"I was summoned to the castle, with Elizabeth, where we were eventually taken to another room and that's when I saw him. For the first time since I came here. He began to apologise, and that's when I lost it and punched him in the face."
"Why?"
"Because he's not sorry, he never is. Whenever he says 'I'm sorry', it's not because he is, it's just to save face and make himself look good. And after everything he did, sabotaging any effort I made to look for work or apply to Uni, why should I accept any apology? If I hadn't have come to Equestria, I'd still be wasting away while he pulls the strings."
"Come on, Connor," Spitfire said, wrapping a foreleg around his arm, "Let's take a break for the day, head into Cloudsdale, to that chocolate shop and cafe you like."
"The Old Chocolate House, with the cafe upstairs?"
Spitfire nodded.
"OK," he replied with a smile, "But don't tell Cara, she'd kill me if I knew I was dining with the competition."
"She already knows."
"How?" Connor asked, sounded slightly worried.
"I had lunch with her there a while ago. One of her friends runs the place."
"Oh...I never knew."
"I thought she told you."
"Maybe she did, I just don't remember."
"Anyway, it doesn't matter. Wanna head over there?"
"Sure."
"Great, just let me tell the others. I'm sure Soarin can run things for half a day."
Half and hour later, the pair were sitting in the upstairs cafe, having already placed their orders. Both having gone for an extra large waffle with a generous amount of hazelnut spread and cream, and a large mug of hot chocolate each, made with real cocoa butter, with chocolate drops coming in an edible chocolate pot.
"Reminds me of the chocolate shops in Bruges," Connor said aloud, looking around the centuries old interior of the cafe with its exposed wooden beams and brickwork.
"Bruges?"
"A medieval town in Belgium, a country world famous for chocolate. And beer."
"A favourite place of yours?"
"Maybe, I usually travelled over once a month. Mostly to Bruges, but also to Antwerp, Ghent and Brussels."
"Nice places?"
"Very."
"Who did you go with?"
"On my own."
"Didn't you ever go with your friends?" Spitfire asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
"What friends?" Connor snorted.
"I thought you said you had some."
"More like people I knew, I wouldn't call them friends. Not really."
"Why not?"
"Too often I wasn't invited to birthdays or they'd 'forget' mine, or I was shut out of conversations. Just little things really that made me question if our friendship was genuine."
Spitfire fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat, not too sure what to say to comfort Connor. She was a stunt pony, not a psychologist.
"You guys here in Equestria were the first real friends I've had. Even more in your case."
Spitfire blushed.
"Anyway," Connor continued, "Enough about that. Let's talk about the upcoming show in Seaddle."
Spitfire immediately perked up, "Sure, is budgeting going well?"
"Well enough, I'll make certain Soarin's pie addiction doesn't blow the budget."
Spitfire let out a small laugh, "No doubt you'll replace pies with chocolate."
"Maybe, chocolate is far more popular. The new flight suits arrived by the way."
"Good, I'll see that they're hooved out when I get back. Anything else?"
"The Mayor of Trottingham and White Star, the CEO of the Peninsular Navigation Company, sent a request for a performance for the launch of the Pride of Vanhoover."
"Isn't that their new Norsun class ro-ro ferry?"
Connor nodded, "Yep. Pretty big for ferries, and powered by four liquid crystal engines with a combined output of 50,000 ponypower. Just like the ferries I travelled on."
"More eerie similarities."
"Indeed. They've also asked if I'd do the honours of christening the ship."
"You mean smash a champagne bottle against the hull?"
Connor nodded, "I intend to accept, I haven't written back yet. Thought I'd run it by you first."
"You don't need to ask me Connor."
"Still, I thought it would be best to let you know. I can let them know if you want to do a performance when I write back if you like?"
"Sure thing."
*MEANWHILE, ELSEWHERE IN CANTERLOT*
In a centuries old tea room, down a narrow, cobblestoned street, Star Light was sipping tea, having had an unexpected encounter.
"I can't believe it's really you," Cara said, "And imagine, bumping into you as you left the castle as I was arriving."
"Stranger things have happened," Star Light replied, smiling back.
"Yeah, Connor is living proof of that."
"I imagine you were quite pleased at discovering he was your brother?"
"Elated doesn't even come close to describing it. Though when we first met, I was unaware of who he actually was."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. He came into my fudge shop and we had a chat, he bought a lot of fudge, and the next time we saw each other was when he was in hospital."
"What?!" Star Light asked, her eyes bulging.
"He didn't initially have wings, his friend Twilight cast a spell on him to give him temporary wings. They soon disappeared but for reasons outside my understanding, his wings grew back, painfully."
"How so?"
"I'll spare you the details, but Twilight's spell had the side effect of 're-activating' his pegasus DNA, or something like that. He spent a few weeks in hospital though, and that's when it was discovered through DNA testing that we were related."
"Sounds similar to what happened to the girls, and myself. Though why we would be affected too eludes me, thankfully I was at home when I turned back into a pony, and the girl's eyewitnesses, few as they were, were convinced to forget what they saw."
"When you say 'convinced'?" Cara asked, feeling a sense of dread at the underlying tone.
"Well, tuition fees paid for, new cars, new house each...the authorities were quite eager to keep things under wraps. I imagine that Connor didn't have the same problem?"
"I don't believe so, from what he told me, he staggered to the Throne Room, after waking up in the middle of the night in extreme pain, and collapsed on the Throne Room floor in front of Luna."
The mention of Luna's name sparked another avenue of curiosity in Star Light.
"I'm told that she and Connor are quite good friends, and that she is also his personal teacher?"
"True. Connor, not being swayed by Luna's past...actions, had an unbiased view on her and long story short, became his teacher of business management."
"He's General Manager of the Wonderbolts is he not?"
Cara nodded, "He's really taken to it, loves wearing his Wonderbolt flightsuit though."
Star Light smiled, "I'm glad he's finally able to do something he enjoys without Alexander interfering."
Cara's face soured, "Connor said he always interfered in what he did."
"Alex may have meant well trying to protect Connor, but in reality held him back and stopped him from living his life. What about you though? It seems as though you took my fudge making lessons and made a career out of it."
"Well I enjoy it. I did have to do an apprenticeship first though whilst at college, but as soon as I was on my own I could do almost anything I wanted. I remember when I opened my first shop in Cloudsdale, rather than just selling them through a third party. Then the other week I met Theo who's-"
Cara suddenly stopped talking, blushed intensely and placed her hooves over her mouth.
"So? Who's Theo?" Star Light asked, "Do tell me more about this young colt. I know about Connor's partner."
"He's just a business partner," Cara tried to convince in vain, "Honest."
"Sure, darling, sure. So, when can I expect to meet him?"
Cara groaned.
"So," Vulcan said, looking intently at the person in front of him, "You are Alexander."
"Yes. And you must be Vulcan, Connor's...father."
"That's right."
The two continued to stare tensely at one another for several seconds, Alexander's greater height doing nothing to intimidate Vulcan. The air around the pair was tense, with the others watching on nervously, anticipating one of them to act.
"Fine boy," Vulcan finally said.
"I'd like to think so," Alex replied.
"He certainly has his mother's softer side."
"I thought that too, until he just walloped me," Alex replied, pointing to the bruise on his nose.
"What happened? It's uncharacteristic of Connor to resort to unprovoked acts of violence," Vulcan asked firmly, squinting suspiciously.
"It's a long story."
"I have time."
"So," Star Light continued, "When can I expect grandfoals?"
"Mum!"
"I'm not getting any younger darling, I would like to see at least one before I finally kick the cloud."
"We've only just moved in together!"
"So? That doesn't mean you should wait getting a bun in your oven."
"Urgh!" Cara groaned, "Now I can see where Connor got his sense of humour from."
Star Light couldn't help but start laughing. Despite being separated from birth for almost 25 years, Cara and Connor were fairly similar in their personalities. Quite eerily so, in fact.
"Speaking of Connor, I did see him just before I bumped into you. He stormed out of the castle after punching Alexander on his nose."
"Come again?" Cara replied, looking up in astonishment at her mother, "Did you say, Connor punched his step-dad on the nose?"
Star Light nodded, "He was quite angry as what he saw as Alexander constantly interfering in his life, and I guess knowing for certain that certain...details, were kept from him is what pushed him over the edge."
"He said to me that he felt things were being kept from him."
"Some things we had to," Star Light replied, looking down and tracing circles on the table with a hoof, "What child would believe that in reality they're actually supposed to be a magical flying pony from a different world?"
Fair point, Cara thought.
"What about you? You turned into a human, didn't you?"
"Yes. It was....incredibly frightening at first. I was particularly terrified of falling over, not being used to walking on two legs, and hurting a still unborn Connor. As selfish and narrow minded Alex can be at times, he was always there for me when I needed him. Protected me from those who had...other ideas for me."
"Other ideas?"
"I was too scared to ask, but apparently Alex had support from high ranking officers who made sure no harm came to me."
"Is that why they kept trying to pressgang Connor into joining? So they could keep an eye on him?"
"That's my guess."
"What now though? Now you're back in Equestria? What will you do?"
"I don't know. Nor do I know what I'll do when I see Vulcan again."
Star Light looked up in almost desperate hope, "He is still alive, isn't he?"
Cara nodded, "He missed you, a lot."
"How do you think he'll react?"
"He accepted you were gone a long time ago, but knowing you're OK, and Connor too, seems to have helped settle him a little."
"He's not angry that I'm with Alex?"
Cara shook her head, "No. He quickly accepted that you had to move on with your life, just as I did."
"Did he ever meet anypony else?"
"He went on a few dates, but nothing ever came of them. I think he's resigned to being single for the rest of his life."
Star Light looked down to the floor sadly, a pang of guilt striking her heart like a thunderbolt, "He wouldn't be alone if I hadn't disappeared. Why did I have to go flower picking that day?"
"Don't let it get you down mum," Cara replied consolingly, "Yeah things were hard, and we've missed out on a lot together, but we're together again."
"We have a lot of catching up to do."
"Yeah."
"You can start by telling me more about this young colt you're dating."
Cara rolled her eyes and groaned, again.
*MEANWHILE, BACK IN CANTERLOT CASTLE*
Connor's family, Celestia and Vulcan had finished listening to Alex's explanation for how he acted towards Connor. Throughout, Vulcan did not make comments or otherwise interrupt, instead he allowed Alex to explain.
And he wasn't too pleased with the explanations.
"I don't understand why you did not tell him anything at all. Did you not consider breaking the news to him when he came of age?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Star Light wanted to, but I said no. I was afraid of what would become of Connor if he knew. How he would take it, would he put himself in danger?"
"All you did in not telling him was confirm his suspicions of having information withheld from him. How did you persuade Star Light to stay quiet?"
"I convinced her that Connor would be put in danger if he knew too much."
"How so?" Vulcan asked, looking on in disbelief.
"What if Connor knew, and unintentionally blurted it out? People who didn't know otherwise would think he's crazy and mock him for it, or what if, like my daughters, his wings appeared without warning in a public place? In our world with everyone carrying smart phones, in very little time at all it would be filmed and go viral within minutes of being posted online. He'd never know peace ever again."
Vulcan, knowing what Alex was referring to due to a crash course in human technology from Connor, could to some degree see where Alex was coming from. But on the other hoof, Connor was still kept in the dark about his true origins, and that of his mother too.
"Be that as it may, he should still have been told. No one had the right to keep him in the dark about it."
"I did what I thought was in his interests."
"You did what you thought was in your interests," Vulcan replied, a scowl forming on his brow.
Alex stood up with fists clenched, "That is a LIE! As his father-"
"YOU ARE NOT HIS FATHER!"
Everyone in the room was taken back by the sheer force and volume of Vulcan's response as it echoed throughout the room. They watched on nervously as Vulcan began to move towards Alex.
"You are NOT his father," Vulcan repeated, continuing to walk slowly towards a seemingly unnerved Alex, "I am! You may have helped raise him, but by doing what you have, frankly I feel as though you were wilfully trying to keep him from knowing his true origins. Why else would you do everything you can to keep him under your control?"
"Do not dare question me and my actions!" Alex boomed, "You have no right!"
"I have every right to question your actions when my son is involved!"
"You only met Connor a few weeks ago, you barely have the right to call him your son!"
Almost immediately, Alex realised what he had said. His daughters and Celestia looked on in stunned silence as Alex tried pathetically to stutter out a response.
"I-I'm sorry, I I didn-"
"How dare you," Vulcan replied in a harsh, firm tone, looking severely at Alex.
"I never meant-"
"HOW DARE YOU!"
*ABOUT ONE HOUR LATER, CLOUDSDALE MARKET*
Connor and Spitfire were sitting on a bench in Cloudsdale's market district, enjoying some fish and chips each, watching the hustle and bustle of the market place as ponies shopped and bartered for wares, or just simply browsed the stalls. The sun was still shining brightly through even higher clouds above, and a gentle breeze blew softly through the city.
"Nice afternoon," Connor said, taking a bite of haddock.
"Yeah, it's nice just to wind down now and again."
"Especially after what happened earlier."
"Are you still mad at him?"
"Yes, but I won't hit him."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive.....mostly."
Spitfire rolled her eyes, "Just try to not get into trouble. I can't bust your plot out of prison should you end up there, which could force your dismissal from the Wonderbolts."
"I'll behave myself, don't worry."
Almost immediately, a pair of Pegasi from Celestia's guard landed in front of them, attracting the attention of other ponies.
"Connor Wakefield?" one of the guards said.
"Yes?" Connor replied, slightly worried they may want him for hitting Alex.
"We need you to come with us."
Connor sighed and looked to Spitfire. She gave him a nod and comforting pat on the leg, "It'll be alright Connor. We'll get through this."
"Yeah, but I guess I have to answer for what I did."
"What you-"
Connor and Spitfire looked to the guards who's faces were of great confusion.
"You are not in trouble, Mr Wakefield," the same guard said, "However, your presence is requested at Canterlot castle."
"Who sent for me?"
"The Princess. She also requested we give you this," the guard replied, holding out a scroll.
Connor took the scroll and began reading it. ... ... ...
And sighed in disbelief.
"What is it?" asked Spitfire.
"Vulcan, my real dad, is currently being held in the dungeons of Canterlot castle for hitting my fake father.
Spitfire blinked.
"...what?" |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 40 - Confrontation | "Do you intend to continue to press charges?" asked Bella.
"Yes!"
"Connor will hate you even more if you do."
"Well...his 'father'," Alex spat with contempt, "Should have thought of that before he hit me."
"Can you blame him?" Bella asked, "Considering what you said?"
"Granted what I said was uncalled for, but so was assaulting me."
A moment of silence passed before Bella spoke again.
"Are you going to press charges against Connor?"
Alex hesitated, "...no."
"But you thought about it?"
Alex didn't answer.
In Celestia's private study, Connor stood in front of her desk, seething with anger.
"Why is my dad in the dungeons below?" he demanded, slamming his fists down on Celestia's desk.
"Your...father," Celestia replied, keeping her tone and expression neutral, "Assaulted another without just cause. For his own safety and that of others he has been placed in a cell in the dungeons."
"So why aren't I occupying one also?"
"There is a difference between one blow and multiple."
"You're saying Vulcan really laid into Alex?"
"He landed several blows before he could be restrained."
A semi-sinister smile crossed Connor's face, "About time some one handed his arse to him."
"Connor!"
"Don't 'Connor' me Celestia!" Connor snapped back, "He's a conniving, manipulative prick who always has to have things his own way! Those punches to the face were long overdue!"
"Whatever may or may not have happened," Celestia replied, trying to keep her composure, "That does not give anypony, or anyone the right to take such violent actions!"
There was a few seconds of silence as the pair stared at one another.
"I want Vulcan released," Connor stated bluntly, "Now."
"I'm sorry Connor, but Alex is pressing charges against Vulcan."
Connor's previously neutral expression turned into a fierce snarl, "We'll fucking see about that!"
He turned on the spot and promptly left the room, slamming the door after him.
Celestia called after him, "Connor!".
Slamming the door behind him, Connor ignored her, and made his way down the corridor to find Alex, his fists shaking with rage and his blood pressure reaching boiling point.
Celestia decided not to follow, fearing that further confronting Connor would only add to his anger.
"ALEXANDER!"
The door to the room opened with force, resulting in a loud bang that reverberated throughout the room, causing the current occupants to jump in fright. Before any of the others could get a word in, Connor launched himself at Alexander and took hold of him by the scruff of the neck and holding him firmly against the stone wall.
"I want Vulcan released! NOW!"
"Take your hands off me boy!" Alex bellowed back, trying to free himself of Connor's iron grip; whose strength he was greatly surprised by.
"Not until you drop charges against Vulcan."
"I won't tell you again!"
"There you go again, ordering me around!" Connor spat, "I'm under no obligation whatsoever to do as you tell me!"
"You jumped up little-"
"ENOUGH!"
Alex and Connor both looked over to the source of the shouting, and saw Bella walking over to them where she forced herself between the two, separating them.
"You're both acting as bad as each other!"
"I am nothing like him!" Connor yelled back, insulted at the very suggestion he was in any way similar to Alex.
"He's acting like a spoilt little brat who's not getting his own way," Alex replied, before shaking his head in disgust, "This place has turned you even more soft than you were before."
Connor went to lunge for Alex once more, only to find himself held back by Angela who had pinned his arms behind his back.
"I don't know what's gotten into you, boy," Alex said with a shake of his head, "But-"
"What's gotten into me is I was able to grow and develop without you interfering and holding me back!" Connor snapped, firmly removing himself from Angela's grip.
Alex scoffed, "I hardly call cavorting around in a spandex catsuit growing and developing."
Connor grit his teeth, "It's a Wonderbolt flightsuit that is one of their official uniforms."
"From what I hear, you wear them almost every day."
"Because it's a uniform! And because being skin tight they're ideal for flying in, especially at altitude! That and they're extremely comfortable and warm to wear."
"Sounds like you're making excuses for your obsession."
Several seconds passed as Connor and Alex stared off at one another.
"Nothing I ever do is ever good enough for you."
"If you had just joined the RAF then you might have made something with your life."
Connor shook his head, "Why not my sisters? Why did you not force them into joining? Is it because they're women? And you think their place is in the kitchen or in the bedroom with their legs open?"
"You little shit!"
"Dad! Connor!" Bella yelled.
"But then I suppose..." Alex began, ignoring Bella, "When I really think about it, you aren't really the military type. You're too soft and docile."
"I'm no such thing," Connor replied, feeling his blood pressure rising.
"Always tied to mummy's apron strings and far too effeminate, always playing dress up with Elizabeth and watching Disney."
Connor said nothing, his cheeks burning red.
"When will you grow up and start being a man?"
An uncomfortable silence permeated the room. Connor, not giving Alex the satisfaction of caving in emotionally, stormed out of the room, leaving a fuming Alex with Bella and Angela.
"What the fuck was that?" Bella said, turning to Alex.
"Watch your mouth!"
"What am I? A kid? And that shit you said to Connor?!"
"What did I say that was out of line?"
"What about the bit mocking his new job and uniform? Or mocking him over 'playing dress up' which, if I remember correctly, you forced him to do to keep Lizzie happy."
"I never forced him to do any such thing!"
"Oh really. Because I vividly remember you buying him a video game for 'agreeing' to do just the very thing on her 4th birthday."
"He could have refused."
"A ten year old refusing to do something for a video game he really wanted?"
"What about Halloween then?" Alex asked, evading the question.
"That's different."
"How?"
"It's Halloween. Loads of people dress up."
"Whatever. It doesn't change the fact that Connor is a pathetic excuse of what a man should be."
"Are you for real?" Bella asked, incredulous like her sister, "How can you have such outdated views on what constitutes a man? And such a low view on Connor?"
"A man is supposed to be strong, confident and in excellent physical shape!"
"From what I've just seen, Connor is all three of those."
"Connor would much rather attend a tea party with princesses than do anything physical and demanding."
Bella and Angela took one look at each other in disbelief and made their way to the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Alex.
"To find Connor. And until you change your chauvinistic attitude don't bother talking to us."
The two girls left, closing the door forcefully, leaving Alex on his own.
That boy has a lot to answer for.
Within a few minutes, Connor was outside and making his way quickly into Canterlot city centre, his blood still boiling from his encounter with Alex. His restrained anger was picked up by a few passing ponies, some edging themselves slowly away; many surprised at seeing the well-known figure looking so cross.
He soon found himself on the affluent Rodeo Avenue. A street lined with very high end shop selling the most ridiculously expensive jewellery, clothing, home decor, exquisite food etc. The kind of shops that don't display prices on the assumption that if you have to ask how much it is, you can't afford it. As if on cue, as he passed an up-market bistro his stomach rumbled, diverting his attention for a second. Long enough to accidentally step onto the tail of a pony.
"Sorry," Connor said, "It's been a....stressful morning."
"Hmmph," the pony grunted, cradling his tail, "Commoners."
The pony stuck then his nose up in the air and walked away.
Prick, Connor thought, How can he even see where he's going?
Connor turned his attention back to the bistro and browsed the menu himself.
As soon as he saw the prices though, he wished he hadn't.
SIX HUNDRED BITS FOR VEGETABLE SOUP!!
He then foolishly looked over to the main meals.
TWO THOUSAND BITS FOR BEEF STEAK!!
"I thought bistros were supposed to be reasonably priced," he muttered to himself.
Before he could move on to a much less expensive outlet, the door opened and a casual but smartly dressed blue unicorn stallion with a white mane and tail walked out, almost failing to reign in his excitement.
"Good day to you sir."
"Good day to you," Connor replied, silently cursing himself for getting into an unwanted conversation.
"I'm Nourriture Facile, owner and manager of this establishment," he said extending a hoof.
Connor shook the hoof with a smile, "Pleasure, I'm Connor Wakefield."
"I know who you are," Nourriture said with a smile, "Everypony does."
"Yeah I guess so."
"So," Nourriture said looking a little awkward, "Can I interest you in coming into my bistro?"
"Errrrr..."
Connor's stomach rumbled again.
"Well," Nourriture replied, laughing a little, "It seems like your stomach has answered for you."
"Very well," Connor replied in defeat, not in any state of mind to come up with a counter argument now his stomach had betrayed him.
Nourriture positively beamed with excitement and was almost bouncing up and down on the spot with excitement,only his professional decorum preventing him from doing so, "Excellent decision sir, come this way."
Connor followed the excited owner inside where the interior had the appearance of your traditional English pub, albeit without the darts board or Pool table.
The bistro was fairly busy, with at least half of the tables already filled, mostly with ponies but with the odd Griffon here and there. Connor was lead to a two seater table in the centre of the restaurant next to a pillar.
Nourriture levitated a menu to Connor, "Would you like to order a drink, sir?"
"A pint of smooth ale, please."
"Certainly sir."
Nourriture left to get the drink, leaving Connor to browse the menu with prices that could only be described as 'inflated'.
FOUR HUNDRED BITS FOR A PLATE OF CHIPS!!
He wasn't left waiting for long when Nourriture returned with his ale.
"One pint of smooth ale," he said, putting it down on the table, "And has sir decided on what he would like to eat?"
"Yes, I'll have the 14oz sirloin steak."
Nourriture's eyes noticeably lit up with excitement, not in the bit fazed by an omnivore eating meat, instead tizzy with delight at making such a big sale, "Certainly sir, and how would you like your steak?"
"Medium-rare, please."
"Very well, sir," he replied, still only just managing not to leap for joy, "Your steak will be with you shortly."
"Thank you."
Nourriture left, leaving Connor alone once more to ponder on his impending doom.
Spitfire's going to kill me when she finds out how much I spent here.
Back at the castle, a still ruffled Alex was now in the company of Celestia, now aware of what unfolded with his daughters and Connor.
"Where did I go so wrong with that boy?" he asked, more to himself, as he paced around the room, still fuming from his fight with Connor.
Celestia meanwhile, watched and listened as she poured some tea for herself and Alex.
"Why can't he be a man for once in his pathetic life? Living in pastel midget horseland has only weakened him further."
Celestia raised an eyebrow at the insult to her little ponies and country, but decided against chastising him for it, instead choosing to defuse the situation, "Would you like some tea?"
Alex turned around and stared open mouthed at the Princess, "Tea? My s-....that boy, is growing weaker by the day, acting like an effeminate little girl and all you want to do is drink bloody tea?"
"Is there something wrong with having tea with a princess?"
Alex flinched. Celestia continued.
"I have always enjoyed the afternoon teas I've had with Connor. He keeps me updated on events in Cloudsdale and the Wonderbolts, as well as tell me more about Earth."
"The Wonderbolts?" Alex scoffed, "That knock-off of the Blue Angels? Who themselves are a knock off of the Red Arrows?"
"The Wonderbolts," Celestia stressed ever so slightly, her annoyance beginning to show through her Princess facade, "Are an extremely talented stunt team, hugely popular in Equestria and beyond. Connor is their General Manager and also the personal student of my sister."
"I already know that. Quite how he accomplished that playing computer games all day is beyond me."
"Connor is far more intelligent than you realise. From what he has told me, you would sabotage any attempt at him gaining employment and persistently coerce him into joining the RAF."
"I did no such thing!"
"I am merely relaying what he has told me. Now please, sit down and have some tea before it goes cold."
"I don't want-"
"SIT DOWN, GROUP CAPTAIN WAKEFIELD!"
Alex, on impulse at following orders, involuntarily sat down, only realising once a cup of tea was floated in front of his face.
"You can shout well," he replied, taking the tea. Still shaking slightly from the force of Celestia's voice, "Reminds me of my CO when I was an officer cadet."
"That wasn't even close to full volume. Now, why don't we talk more about Connor?"
Alex huffed, "What about him?"
"Why are you so critical of him both in his profession and as a person?" Celestia asked, noting Alex's response.
"I'm not. I'm merely making observations."
"You treat him like one of your subordinates."
"I do not."
"Oh? Just a few moments ago, you stopped yourself referring to Connor as your son and instead referred to him as 'that boy'."
"He isn't my son though."
"Family is not defined my blood, Group Captain."
Alex flinched ever so slightly.
"My own personal student is like a daughter to me, as was...."
Celestia looked away from Alex momentarily, painful memories almost causing her regal facade to fail and tears to fall. Something not gone unnoticed to Alex. Celestia quickly recomposed herself and looked back at Alex.
"All I am saying is, Connor is a part of your family, but he feels isolated from you. To him, nothing he ever does will ever satisfy you."
"Playing computer games all day is hardly something to be proud of."
Celestia sighed and rubbed her forehead with a hoof, "Connor is capable of far more than you are prepared to accept."
"I've yet to see any evidence of that."
"Is being General Manager of the Wonderbolts not evidence enough?"
"He got the job because of nepotism, because his fiance is the CO."
"If Connor had joined the RAF, I could say he got in for a similar reason. Only because his father was a senior officer with friends in the Top Brass."
Alex, once again, had no answer.
*MEANWHILE, ELSEWHERE IN THE CASTLE*
"Hold still!"
"I am still!"
"Have you put on weight Connor?" Rarity grunted, "This dress fit you perfectly before."
"It still does. It just feels tighter, breathing in it before was hard. Now it feels like my air supply is being cut off."
"Oh stop complaining, you big drama queen."
"That's rich coming from you," Connor muttered.
"I beg your pardon?!"
"Nothing," Connor replied quickly, a trace of panic in his voice.
"Oh good, for a moment I thought you said something quite inappropriate."
Connor looked back into the full length mirror and let out a deep sigh, "I'd hoped I'd never have to wear this damn thing again."
"You're like Rainbow, darling," Rarity said as she finished zipping the back up, "Pretending you don't like it convinces no-one."
"Sure it doesn't. Anyway, speaking of dresses, how's-"
"Spitfire's wedding dress is absolutely top secret," Rarity stated firmly, "All those involved have been Pinkie Promised to secrecy"
"So you're not taking chances?" Connor asked, knowing first hand the consequences of breaking a Pinkie Promise.
"Absolutely not. I want to to be in complete and utter awe when you see her on the big day. I want you to realise in that moment how fortunate you are to have Spitfire as your special somepony."
"I already know."
"I want to you feel the full force of it."
" I felt the full force of her the first time we met."
"I want you to feel it again."
"Why don't you wear a gown for your big day, bro?" Elizabeth asked, grinning ear to ear, "I'm sure Rarity could stitch something up."
"No!" he replied firmly, mildly panicked, "No, no, no, no, no! I will be wearing a suit, or if it can be done in time, Wonderbolt dress uniform."
"You have one?"
"Not quite."
"I thought only Wonderbolt officers had dress uniform?" queried Elizabeth.
The other girls looked inquisitively at Connor.
"I hold the provisional rank of Wing Commander, given my position as General Manager," Connor replied with a little bid of pride, "Upon completion of my Masters Degree it will become full and proper, so long as I get at least a 2:1."
"Awesome!" Belle exclaimed, "Wait 'till Dad finds out."
"He'll still find something to whinge about, he always does. He'll whinge that it's only provisional and subject to completing my degree to the required standard."
"What if you get less than a 2:1?"
"I can do further studies to make it so."
"And there," Rarity said with a grunt, finally finishing the dress, "Try not to indulge your sweet tooth though. I don't want to hear seams ripping because you couldn't control yourself."
"No promises. Wish I hadn't had that steak earlier."
"I guess that explains why the dress is tighter," Rarity replied.
"It was a damn good steak though."
"It's not fair," Angela said, "How can you stuff your face with cakes and not put the weight on?"
"I just can. So, anyway, if you'd all be so kind as to laugh your arses off now at my appearance and get it all out of your systems, it would be very much appreciated."
*A MINUTE OF LAUGHTER LATER*
"You look positively beautiful, darling," Bella replied, giving Connor a very un-Bella like hug, which he happily didn't return. Instead giving his sister a stern, un-amused glare.
"Shut. Up," he snapped firmly, "You're wearing a dress too!"
"Yeah, but being a lady no one bats an eye lid if I wear one. Or trousers for that matter."
"You're hardly a lady," Connor quipped.
"Fuck off!"
"Yet when guys wear dresses or skirts everyone loses their minds," Connor continued, "That's double standards for you."
"If I'm being honest," Elizabeth said, "I'm more surprised to see Bella wear a dress than Connor."
"Hey!" Bella yelled.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" asked Connor, putting his hands on his hips.
"Just because I'm not one for being dolled up like a Hollywood skank doesn't mean I don't like wearing dresses!" Bella yelled again, putting her tiara on.
"You don't like wearing dresses though," Connor retorted, "Neither do I."
"Sure you don't," Bella replied with an eye roll, "So why do it?"
"Solely to prove a point to Alex. That he's a chauvinistic, misogynistic dinosaur with views that belong in the past. Especially when it comes to women."
"Fair enough," Belle replied, "This will most certainly piss him off. Now hold still while I put your tiara on."
Connor glared daggers at Bella, clenched his fists and bared his teeth, "There's so many things wrong with what you just said!"
"So, when can I meet Theo?"
"Soon," Cara replied, blushing, "He's a bit busy at the moment. His ex-wife is being a bitch."
"How so?"
"Despite taking almost everything in the divorce, she's now after the profits from our business, claiming she entitled to it because she used to be married to Theo."
"I hope you told her to buck off."
"I did, and banned her from our shops too."
"I can't imagine she was pleased?"
"She wasn't. We had to to take out a restraining order."
"What about Connor? Has he been involved in your business?"
Cara frowned, "If you consider abusing my door bing-bongs then yes, he's been involved."
Star Light let out a cheerful laugh, "Sounds like something Vulcan would do too."
"He did, and as a consequence they both answered to Mr Broomstick. But yes, he's helped out."
"How have the two of you been getting along?"
"Really well. He volunteers in the store occasionally, and often buys a lot of fudge and chocolate which he donates to orphanages."
Star Light's heart swelled with pride, "That's nice of him. Do the foals like him here?"
"Very much so. Have you seen the plushie of Connor?"
"Plushie?"
"It's a best seller. I'll show you mine sometime."
Star Light could only look on in confusion as a thought entered her mind.
What has my son been doing here?
A short while later, Connor, now in the company of Luna were making their way down into the castle dungeons.
"What will your sister say?" Connor asked.
"She agreed to it."
"Why?"
"She believed she could get all involved to talk and apologise, and move on to more cordial relations."
"I have nothing to apologise for," Connor stated firmly, "And neither does Vulcan."
The guard on duty opened the inner dungeon door, allowing Luna and Connor entry.
"I agree," Luna replied, "And if I had my way, Group Captain Wakefield would not be in the castle at all, let alone invited to dinner."
The pair entered the hallway containing the numerous cells, heavily guarded by guards and magic wards and spells. Each door had numerous locks and small slits for guards to look into., and a small flap at the foot of the door to slide food into.
"Was it really necessary to put Vulcan here? He clobbered Alex, not defraud the taxpony."
"Our sister has a tendency to overreact at times."
"That's putting it mildly."
The pair stopped outside the cell where Vulcan was being held. Using the keys provided, she unlocked the door and opened it. As soon as he could, Connor went inside the room, lit only by a candle hidden behind a magical shield.
In the corner, Vulcan was sitting on his plot, his wings strapped to his sides.
"Dad?"
Vulcan looked up, surprised to see the house call was not from the guards, "Connor?"
"You OK?"
"I've felt better. I assume you know why I'm here?"
"You planted a hoof in Alex's face. About time someone did," Connor replied, a small grin forming.
"I heard you did too," Vulcan replied, smirking.
"Yeah, but you're the one in the dungeons."
"It's worth it for putting him in his place for what he said."
"Alex is the stubborn type who can never admit to being in the wrong to who he sees as beneath him. But, to other matters. Would you be interested in joining us for dinner?"
"Will Alex be there?"
"Yes. We all will be."
"All?"
"My sisters... and mother."
"Mother?" Vulcan replied, his eyes slowly going wide, "You mean Star Light? She'll be there too?"
Connor nodded.
"I will attend. That is, if I'm actually being released?" Vulcan asked, looking over to Luna.
"You are."
"I'm assuming that's why you're all dressed up then?" Vulcan asked, a small smirk on is face.
Connor nodded, blushing slightly, "Yeah. And because Luna is host, she's decided it is a formal event, so formal attire is required. This dress just happens to be the only formal wear I have, so it's this or don't attend. And as General Manager of the Wonderbolts it would be insulting to the Princess not too, so.... I don't really have a choice in the matter."
"How convenient. For you."
"Indeed. I'm sure Alex will understand though, putting duty before your own personal needs."
"I'm sure he will."
"So? Shall we leave this dreary place? You need a bath first though."
"There you go darling," Rarity said, as she floated the tiara onto Spitfire's head.
"Thanks," Spitfire replied, admiring her reflection on the mirror, "It feels nice to wear something that isn't stuffy or too formal."
"No problem. Connor and his sisters were dressed earlier."
"I assume Connor is-"
"Yes. He is."
"Good," Spitfire replied, a small smile forming, "I like it when he does."
"I did his mane too. Though he refused most profusely to let me do his nails and make-up."
Spitfire giggled, "I bet. Even Connor has his limits. I think he'd rather throw himself off a high cloud with his wings tied behind his back than do that."
"Moving onto more serious matters," Rarity replied, putting the grisly image of Connor killing himself out of her mind, "Do you think he and his step-father will ever make up?"
"i hope so. But I think what Connor's planning might only anger Alex further."
"Why is Connor doing this?"
"From what he told me," Spitfire replied, stepping down from the podium, "Alex has an outdated view on what makes a stallion a stallion. Connor feels as though because he doesn't match with what Alex views as a stallion, Alex will never accept him or whatever he does."
"So he's dressing up, quite literally, to spite Alex?"
"It seems so. I don't know if it will help, but I support Connor. Maybe what the two need is to vent their anger at one another, get the resentment out of their systems."
*LATER THAT EVENING, MAIN DINING HALL*
Alex was sitting at the long dining table in the company of Luna and all of the Elements sans Twilight, all wearing their gala dresses. Pinkie, much to his annoyance, persistently violated his personal space whilst Rainbow grated away at his mind with her boasting and whale sized ego.
"I don't drink," he repeated.
"It's just a little apple cider."
"As I said, I don't drink."
"It's not alcoholic if that's what yer mean."
"Let me rephrase, I don't want any."
A rare frown crossed Applejack's face, "Yer don't need to be rude."
Applejack left him, insulted more at his rude behaviour than the rejection, and went back to her seat, leaving Alex to sit in his Vulcan like state. Emotionless, serious and completely lacking a sense of humour.
"Is that your dress uniform?" Rarity asked, trying to make conversation she hoped would interest him.
"Yes. As this was a formal dinner, formal wear was required."
"I must say, it looks divine."
"Thank you. But I don't think that's what the designers had in mind when they designed it."
A rare frown formed on Rarity's face as she suppressed the urge to groan furiously, "Maybe not, but they accomplished it anyway."
"When is the boy getting here?" Alex snapped, rudely cutting off Rarity.
"Connor," Luna stressed, becoming mildly annoyed with Alex's behaviour, "Is on his way at this moment with his fiance and father."
"FATHER?!"
"Yes," Luna replied, ignoring Alex's high decibel response, "Vulcan is Connor's father. How else would I refer to him?"
Alex, once more not having an answer, stewed in his bitterness as he waited with the others for the other others to arrive.
The sooner this farce is over the better.
Around two minutes later, the doors to the dining room opened soon followed by Vulcan walking in, much to the anger of Alex. What set him off more though, was who came in afterwards. Alex watched in disbelief as he saw Connor approach, clad in his red ball gown, golden necklace and bracelets and tiara.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" Alex spat, rising to his feet and leaning on his fists on the table.
"Please do not swear at our dining table," Luna stated firmly, "And as this is a formal dinner, formal attire is required."
"And as this is the only formal attire I have, it had to do," Connor added, "There was not enough time to have a suit tailor made at such short notice and as I am not eligible for Wonderbolt dress uniform, this had to do."
"Really?" Alex asked, seriously doubtful.
"It's true," Rarity replied, "I've been swamped with orders as of late and even if I wasn't, making a suit for Connor in such little time would have been very difficult if not impossible."
"You could have worn your spandex cat suit," Alex snapped, casting a sneering look at Connor, "At least that is something mildly less girly."
"Didn't you hear?" Connor snapped, "This is a formal dinner, a flight suit would have been inappropriate. Besides, you never thought I'm much of a man, so why bother dressing like one? That is how it is to you isn't it? Men wear trousers, women wear dresses? That's how it is in your outdated views?"
"Watch your tongue, boy!"
"Stop giving me orders! I'm not one of your subordinates!"
"You would have been had you done as I wanted!"
Several seconds passed as Connor simply stared at Alex, the latter slowly realising what he had just blurted out. The others present, felt equally tense, whereas Spitfire felt overwhelmed with anger. Connor had been absolutely right all along and Alex had just unintentionally admitted to it.
"And there we have it," Connor replied, smirking, "The truth comes out at last."
"What of it?"Alex finally said, "As I've said before, you wouldn't have lasted anyway. You're too effeminate."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"Men aren't supposed to be emotional and effeminate. Like you."
"What are they supposed to be then? Emotionless and cold? Like you?"
"Don't take that tone with me, boy!"
"Gentleman!" Luna yelled, "Please save the arguments for another time."
There were a few moments of awkward silence, no one daring to say anything; the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Alex continuously staring at Connor, only to look away in disgust whenever Connor looked back. The silence did not last long though, as the doors opened once more to reveal more guests.
"Hey Milkshake," Connor smiled, walking over and kissing her, "You look great."
Spitfire blushed, "Thank you. You look nice yourself."
"I agree," Star Light added, "You look splendid, Connor."
"He looks ridiculous."
Star Light didn't get the chance to respond as she was beaten to the punch, by a far more intimidating figure.
"Hold your tongue, Group Captain," Luna snapped, looking sternly at Alex, "This is a formal dinner and proper etiquette will be shown. I also remind you that Connor is my personal student. To disrespect him is to disrespect me."
"He's wearing a dress and a tiara."
"So?" Luna replied, "I fail to see how that is an issue."
"Are you blind?"
"Excuse me?" Luna replied, scowling fiercely, "Just remember who it is you're talking to! Now, if you'll excuse me, I must find where my sister has gotten too."
Luna teleported out of the room, leaving the group to themselves. Alex turned back to Connor, scoffing on disgust and slightly humiliated to be given a dressing down in front of his weak, pathetic excuse of a man that was his stepson.
"What?" asked Connor.
"You."
"What have I done wrong now?" he asked, sitting down in his seat.
"Showing me up."
Connor rolled his eyes, "The only one who is showing themselves up, is yourself."
"Do you enjoy this?"
"The dresses and tiara? I do actually," Connor replied, "I'm embarrassed by it but then again, being effectively forced to when I was young probably caused it."
"I didn't force you to do anything."
"I never said you did," Connor replied, a smirk forming on his face, "But it was you who insisted I always play dress up for Elizabeth. I still have the game."
"There's a difference between young children playing and supposed full grown men."
"True, but what harm does it do to you? It's my life."
"It makes me look like I raised a pathetic excuse of a son!"
"Well," Connor replied, fidgeting with his hands in his lap, "Looks can be deceiving."
"Indeed."
A few seconds later, a butler approached Connor and Spitfire, unaware of the hostile atmosphere.
"Would you like a drink, sir?"
"Skyeland single malt whiskey, on the rocks please."
"Cognac with ginger ale and ice, please," Spitfire added.
"Certainly, I shall return with them shortly."
"Whiskey?" Alex asked, genuinely surprised.
"I like the stuff."
"At least there's hope for you yet."
A small smile formed on Connor's lips, "Was that a compliment?"
"Don't push your luck, Princess."
The other's looked uneasily at one another, unable to tell if Alex was being condescending or making a joke.
A short while later, Luna returned with Celestia. Elizabeth, Bella and Angela were now sitting at the table, having arrived a few moments before. Twilight followed Celestia inside and took her seat to the right of Celestia and opposite Luna. Connor was sandwiched between Elizabeth and Spitfire. Also next to Elizabeth, was Fluttershy, who was sitting noticeably closer to Elizabeth than she was her other dinner partner, Vulcan.
Alex was sitting directly opposite.
"Thank you all for coming," Celestia said as she took her seat, "I hope that recent...incidents will not sour this occasion."
Connor and Vulcan glared at Alex, who glared at both in response.
"Chef has been able to quickly assemble a menu for the evening. I believe for starters there is a choice between a prawn salad, vegetable soup and charred leek and goat's cheese tartlets. For the main course there is a choice between Parmesan spring chicken, asparagus & broad bean lasagne or smoked haddock and chips. Dessert will have a choice of ice cream or a selection of cakes."
Celestia's eyes noticeably brightened at the end.
"I know what I'm having," Connor said.
"Try not to spill anything on that pretty dress," Alex snarked, "It would be a shame if it got ruined."
"I have more at home."
Alex once more had a face of disgust, "Sissy boy."
Connor simply shook his head slightly while Celestia could only watch on with slight worry.
Starters went by without incident, much to the relief of Celestia; however Connor and Alex were glaring at one another again as the main courses were being brought out. Connor had decided on the Parmesan spring chicken while Alex had settled for the smoked haddock and chips.
Luna was almost salivating at her dish when it was placed in front of her.
"Why didn't you choose the chicken Celestia?" she asked, "We know how much you love them."
Celestia shot Luna a very brief but intense glare, "Because I felt like asparagus & broad bean lasagne tonight. That's not a problem, is it?"
"Oh not at all sister."
"Smells as good as ever," Connor said, placing a napkin on his lap.
"Indeed," Luna replied, "While we remember Connor, tomorrow we have a meeting with a group of business ponies here in the castle. We would like you to join us."
Connor blinked on shock, "Are you sure? Will they mind?"
"We are sure they won't. On the contrary, they know you are our student and General Manager of the Wonderbolts. We think they would welcome your presence. Some of whom may even become sponsors of the Wonderbolts."
Connor glanced over to Alex, the latter looking like he was chewing on a brick, before looking back to Luna, holding back his delight, "Sure. I'll attend."
"Splendid, " Luna beamed, delighted her student, and friend, was joining her, "The meeting is due to start in our private conservatory at 1400, however we shall need to be there to greet our guests."
"I'll be there."
"Wearing your pretty dress no doubt."
Connor's head snapped to Alex, "So what if I do. Ponies are very open minded and generally don't give a damn about such things."
Alex snorted in disgust and shook his head, "What's wrong with everyone?"
"Nothing," Connor replied, "You're the one with such strong issues on the matter."
"Someone has to!"
"You need to move with the times or be left behind."
"Considering what the changes are I'm quite content with being left behind."
"Gentleman," Celestia said sternly, "Please don't argue during dinner."
Alex and Connor silently agreed, continuing to glare at each other.
"I don't understand why you have such hostility," Vulcan replied, "I couldn't care less what he wears."
"I have such hostility because my society-"
"Has deeply ingrained societal norms and expectations that aren't to be questioned or altered no matter how outdated they are?" Vulcan finished, "Equestrian society was like that when I was a colt. Very opinionated ponies who thought that because they thought a certain thing shouldn't be so, went out of their way to make sure things stayed as they were. Even things that would have no affect on them whatsocever."
"I can vouch for that," Star Light added, feeling torn between her former and current husbands, "In our day for example, stallions were almost unheard of in construction, whereas on Earth it's the opposite."
"Your point?" Alex asked.
"Which societal norm is 'right'? Yours where males are expected to be macho, big and strong? Or Equestrian, where stallions are more like house husbands? When I found out males were the main breadwinners in human society I was shocked, yet I grew to accept it."
"And you think I should just accept Connor's tranny ways?"
"I'm not trans!" Connor snapped, "You really need to hear yourself!"
"Listen hear boy-"
"Gentleman, please!" Celestia half yelled, a slight scowl on her face, "Please stop arguing. This dinner is supposed to help heal the divide, not widen it."
"Tell him that," the pair said in unison, pointing at each other.
Celestia's eye noticeably twitched.
Connor quickly looked around for something to quickly avoid triggering Celestia's ferocious temper. He very quickly found something. He picked up his whiskey glass and reached for Alex's empty glass, "Drink?"
Alex, also picking up on Celestia close to blowing a fuse, picked it up and handed the glass to Connor, "Please, just an orange juice."
Connor quickly walked over to the drinks cabinet, feeling Alex's eyes upon him has he walked. Alex, could still scarcely comprehend what his stepson was wearing, and how he didn't seem to care.
He walks in it too easily for it just to be a 'one time thing'.
Connor walked back over to the table with drinks in hand, placing Alex's down in front of him.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
The rest of dinner had been quite a tense affair, and Celestia in particular was thankful it went off without too much trouble. Whilst everyone spoke, there was still very obvious tension between Alex and Connor. The former's disgust not having wavered in the slightest and the latter's tolerance no different. Connor stood up and walked over to the drink's cabinet and poured himself another whiskey, when Alex once again butted in.
"That's your seventh whiskey tonight!"
"So?" Connor replied, taking a sip, "I can handle it."
"Spoken like a true alcoholic."
"So I'm an alcoholic now?"
"Drinking that much in such little time? Yes."
"Compared to a teetotaller like you, everyone's an alcoholic."
"Watch your lip, boy!"
"Don't talk to me like that!" Connor snapped, slamming the glass down on the cabinet.
"Connor!" Celestia scolded.
"I will talk to you however I want to, boy!" Alex shouted in response, standing up and walking over to Connor.
"You think that everyone else is inferior, there to only wait on you hand and foot."
"That's a bit rich coming from a layabout who played computer games all day!"
Before Alex knew it, he felt himself on the floor with numbness in his jaw. Quickly deducing what had happened, his staggered to his feet and walked right up to Connor, his mouth bleeding. and his jaw noticeably swollen
"That is the third time you have assaulted me today!"
"And I'd do it again in the same situation!"
Connor and Alex stared at each other, nothing but mutual contempt.
Alex looked from Celestia back to Connor, overwhelmed with shame at having failed to raise his 'son' like his father did him.
Cavorting around in a fucking dress and tiara....where the fuck did I go so wrong?
"I want to press charges against her," Alex spat in disgust, speaking to Celestia but taking his eyes off of Connor.,"For this assault and the others!"
No one missed the manner in which Alex referred to Connor as though, or the manner in which he spoke it, as though being female was somehow inferior. Celestia looked between Alex and Connor. The bitterness and resentment between the two having reached boiling point, and, she feared, past the point of no return. If it wasn't, then it more than likely would be, depending on the answer Alex gave to a question she was duty bound to ask.
"Are you certain, Group Captain?"
"Yes," Alex hissed.
The girls gasped, mortified as to what would now happen to Connor. Alex however, didn't end there.
"I also wish to press charges for the other assault committed upon my person by Vulcan," he said, almost vomiting at speaking Vulcan's name.
"A-as you wish," Celestia replied, her heart shattered into a thousand pieces as she turned to her friend, "I'm so sorry Connor, and Vulcan, but I'm afraid I don't have a choice."
Celestia motioned with her wing to beckon the guards forward. Hesitantly, the guards did so. Celestia looked back to Connor, using all of her regal facade to hold back her tears.
"Vulcan, I hereby place you under arrest for one count of common assault," she said, her eyes beginning to moisten as she turned to Connor, "Connor Wakefield, I hereby place you under arrest for three counts of common assault and one count of threatening to commit common assault." |
I Treasure Your Love | Chapter - 41 - Ultimatum | Connor stood still as the guards locked the shackles around his wrists, chaining him to the dungeon cell wall. He watched silently as the guard left, locking the cell door. Anger ran through his veins, knowing that Alexander would be having a field day over his situation. Connor slammed himself down on the bench, the chains shackling him to the wall clinking furiously.
"Just keep calm, Connor," he muttered to himself, "Don't let him know he's getting to you. Still, it could be worse."
"I don't believe it."
...shit.
Connor hesitantly looked up to the cell door, and saw through the bars the occupant of the cell opposite.
"It's about time you were put where you belong you filthy creature!"
*MEANWHILE, BACK IN THE DINING ROOM*
Celestia has left soon afterwards to begin paperwork on Connor's and Vulcan's arrest and charges, much to her great displeasure. Luna also left to consult with her Royal Adviser to see if there was any legal loophole she could use to help them. The rest of the gang stood around the dining table.
"Are you happy now?"
"Excuse me?" Alex replied, looking down at his glaring wife.
"Connor has done absolutely nothing wrong."
"He hit me. Several times."
"You were asking for it," she replied stepping closer.
"How was I asking for it?"
"You were goading him. Belittling him as usual," Star Light continued, closing the gap further.
"I was pointing out that he-"
"Is not what you consider a man?"
"...he was wearing a dress and a tiara!"
"So? As I recall, Scotsmen wear kilts."
"That's not the same."
"It is to me. Now, you will drop charges against both Connor and Vulcan."
"I will do no such thing."
"Yes you will," Star Light replied, her voice firmer with a slight shrill.
"I will not!"
"Alex, either drop the charges against them or..."
Star Light hesitated, biting her tongue and almost bursting into tears.
"Or what?" asked Alex.
"...or I'll file for divorce!"
Alex flinched, clearly not expecting the response. Connor's sisters and the Elements watching could only watch in growing concern and worry as the increasingly worsening situation.
"Anna-"
"Drop the charges or I will do it!" Star Light screamed, tears beginning to fall.
Alex walked forward to try and comfort Star Light and extended his hand, only to have it swatted away by a strong hoof.
"Don't touch me!" Star Light hissed, "Until you drop the charges, I will not see or hear from you."
"Anna-"
"You have until midnight to drop the charges. If you don't you will, as far as I'm concerned, no longer be my husband."
Tears began to fall as Star Light turned on the spot an flew away, flying out of the room. Her sobs easily heard as she did. Elizabeth ran after her, as did Fluttershy, while the rest remained with Alex. None of them hiding their contempt.
"You can be a real arsehole at times," Bella curtly said, before walking out.
The rest soon followed, leaving Alex alone in the dining hall.
"You look utterly ridiculous."
"Takes one to know one, Bluey."
"YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS 'YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS'!" Blueblood snapped, stroppily stomping his hooves.
"You aren't royalty. You're a commoner. You were stripped of your royal titles after your arsehole behaviour."
"BE SILENT, COMMONER!"
"Or what?" Connor grinned, "What are you gonna do?"
"I will escape and get my revenge!"
"Yeah," Connor replied, rolling his eyes, "Sure you will."
Alex grabbed a whiskey bottle and tumbler and walked over to his chair, slamming himself down into the chair and pouring himself a glass and downing it in one shot. Years of teetotalism had softened his inhibitions to alcohol and the strong, overwhelming taste of the whiskey caused him to cough a few times.
"Fuck me, that was good," he said it himself, pouring another, "I don't know why I ever gave this up."
"Sister!" Luna bellowed, barging into Celestia's office, "We DEMAND our student be released immediately!"
"You know I can't do that, Luna. Not unless Group Captain Wakefield agrees to drop the charges."
"Yes you can. You can say it's not in the public interest. Or simply smack some sense into that misogynistic brute!"
"Luna!"
"What? Alex was looking for a reaction out of Connor and rather than defend your so called 'friend', you went against him!"
Celestia recoiled in horror, "How could you say that? Connor is my friend!"
"You have a very odd way of showing it."
Celestia felt as though she had been slapped, "I can't show favouritism, I have a duty to uphold the law."
"I am going to release Connor anyway."
"You can't do that!"
"I am a Princess. And Connor is my personal student. I believe that gives me the rights to determine what punishment, if any, be hoofed out."
"And what do I tell Alex when he realises he will be denied justice simply because Connor is in a privileged position?"
"Tell him to take it like a man," Luna replied firmly, storming out of the room, "I'm sure he'd understand."
"Hey Stiff Wings," Spitfire said through the bars off the cell door.
"Hey Milkshake, you OK?" Connor asked from the far side of the room, his wrists shackled to the wall.
"I'm fine. You?"
"Angry."
"At me?" Connor asked, suddenly looking worried.
Spitfire shook her head, "No. At Alex. And how you're being locked in here, chained to a wall like a common criminal."
"It's a bit excessive," Connor replied, jangling the chains, "And demeaning,"
"If I could, I'd bust you out."
"Thanks, though I don't think that would bode well for your career."
"No, but at least you'd be free."
"Then allow me."
Spitfire looked over to see who spoke and went wide eyed at who was approaching. She backed way a small bit to allow the approaching individual room to stand in front of the cell door.
"Luna!" Connor said, "What brings you here?"
"We are releasing you. As your personal teacher, we have special privileges and rights pertaining to situations like this."
Luna levitated some keys over to the cell door and quickly unlocked it before stepping inside. Approaching Connor, she levitated another set of keys to the shackles on his wrists and unlocked them also. They fell to the floor with a clang as Spitfire helped Connor to his feet, brushing the dust and dirt off of his dress as well.
"So? What now?" he asked, approaching Luna.
"Now, we leave."
"What about Alex?"
"We will deal with him later. And our sister too."
"What of myself? And Vulcan?"
"With you, as your personal teacher I can administer punishments if necessary in criminal matters. However, Vulcan is an ordinary civilian, I can't extend the same to him."
"Pity. What will be done with me though?"
"We will discuss it later. For now though, we must leave."
"Fine. Could I see Vulcan before we do?"
"Of course."
Connor and Spitfire followed Luna out, ignoring Blueblood's demands to be released, and headed for Vulcan's cell. Within a few seconds, they arrived. Like Connor, Vulcan too was shackled to the wall.
"Hey Dad," Connor said, looking at the chains in disdain.
Vulcan looked up and smiled at the sight, "Hey Connor. You being released?"
"I think so. Being a personal student of royalty gives Luna special rights over me."
"I'm guessing they don't extend to family members?"
"Sadly, no. I just thought I'd stop by before I left to face the music."
"It's appreciated. And don't worry about me, I'll gladly do time for smacking that prat."
"I imagine he will be quite displeased at seeing me released."
"Oh well."
"Quite. Anyway, I'll see you soon. When you get out, feel free to stop by our place."
"Will do. See you around kid."
The trio left the dungeons soon after, quickly making their way to Luna's office. Walking inside, Luna walked over to her chair before pointing to the chair in front of it and frowning.
"Sit."
Connor obeyed, feeling a little nervous at Luna's curt tone and more-than-usual serious look.
"Spitfire, would you kindly wait outside?"
"...of course," she replied, nervously looking between Connor and Luna.
Spitfire and Connor shared a quick hug before the former left, closing the door behind her. Connor turned back to face Luna, ready to face the music.
"Connor, I would just like to say, that I know how you feel about Alex. And that I agree that he was looking for a confrontation."
"But?" he asked, realising he was about to be given a stern talking too.
"But...I can't overlook the fact that you did assault another person. As a Wonderbolt and my personal student, higher standards are expected of you by virtually everyone."
Connor began to feel a pang of guilt and indignation, "Alex is just going to love this. If I'm punished in anyway it's only going to play into his hands."
"I know. But at the same time, I can't look to be looking over when my personal student assaults another. No matter how justified it seems."
"What is my punishment then?"
"We will think of something," Luna replied, eyeing Connor with a smirk.
"Are you certain?"
"Yeah," Alex slurred, "Before I sober up and change my mind."
"Very well. I shall inform Connor and Vulcan immediately."
Celestia left the dining room as Alex almost immediately fell asleep at the table, and made her way down to the dungeons. On the way, she reminisced about the fun times she and Connor had had together in the time he'd been in Equestria, and feeling dread over the likely ruination of their friendship due to recent events.
How many friends have I lost due to having to do my duty?
Celestia entered the dungeons and approached the jailer on duty who quickly stood to attention.
"Guard, the prisoners Vulcan and Connor Wakefield are to be released immediately. Bring them here at once."
"Yes ma'am," the jailer replied.
A few minutes later, Vulcan was stood in front of Celestia, his mood soured somewhat.
"Vulcan, Alex had decided to drop the charges against both yourself and Connor. Speaking of whom, where is Connor?" she asked, looking to the jailer.
"Princess Luna released him earlier," Vulcan replied.
Damn it, Luna!
"Very well," she said, refraining from slamming her head into the wall, "I shall speak to him tomorrow, it's getting late now. In the meantime, you are free to leave, Vulcan."
"So that's it then? I'm free to go. No apologies for how Connor has been treated?"
"I will speak to Connor later, but-"
"But what?" Vulcan snapped, not caring as to whom he was speaking too, "He might not say it but he'll feel like you abandoned him while that misogynistic brute harassed and ridiculed him."
"Vulcan-"
"Good day, Princess."
Without another word, Vulcan walked away; ignoring the scowl from the jailer for showing such disrespect. Vulcan slammed the door behind him, the waft of air causing several stacks of paper to go flying.
"I'd only just finished sorting these!" the jailer grumbled.
"Would you like some assistance?" Celestia asked, trying to fight back tears.
"No thank you, Princess. It'll give me something to do other than listen to the prattling of His Former Royal Highness."
A small smile crossed Celestia's lips, "Very well. I shall leave you to it."
Celestia left the dungeon and made her way back to her quarters to retire early for the night, the days events having taken their toll on her emotionally. Entering her quarters, she slumped on to the bed, burying her head into the duvet. Soon afterwards, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," Celestia said tiredly, raising her head.
The door opened and a maid walked in.
"Apologies Princess, but I saw you walk in and wondered if you would like your usual tea and scones?"
Celestia smiled, "I would appreciate that. Thank you."
The maid bowed and left, closing the door.
As soon as the door clicked closed, Celestia flopped down onto the bed once more, laying on her back and staring up at the enchanted ceiling depicting the night sky in a holographic like illusion. Something Luna did herself.
"How can I make things up to Connor?" Celestia wondered aloud.
*THE FOLLOWING DAY*
Connor stood in his quarters with Spitfire and Elizabeth in attendance, both enjoying the spectacle of Rarity tending to Connor's wardrobe requirements. Snickering behind their hooves and hands respectively.
"How does it fit, Connor?" Rarity asked, finally zipping up the back of the dress.
"I can't breathe!" he wheezed dramatically.
"Perfect!"
"How is me not breathing 'perfect'?"
"It means the dress fits you perfectly."
"The others don't feel so tight."
"As I said, you must have put on weight."
"Why did I agree to do this?" he asked with a sigh, questioning his sanity once more.
"Because you want to piss dad off?" Elizabeth replied, "And because Luna asked you to."
"She didn't ask, this is my 'punishment'. Apparently I have to look smart when meeting important ponies as the Princess's personal student and a suit wasn't 'regal' enough. No pressure then."
"You'll do fine," Elizabeth replied, "Princess."
"Piss off," Connor replied, rolling his eyes.
"My my, such language," Rarity replied, "I think we'll have to talk to Princess Luna about extending your punishment."
"Connor wouldn't consider it a punishment though, would he?" Elizabeth asked, grinning ear to ear, "He likes wearing pretty dresses."
"I do NOT! It's breathing I like."
"Stop being such a drama queen," Rarity replied, giving the dress one final look over.
"Says you."
"Excuse me?!"
After finally being allowed to leave by Rarity, Connor left and made his way to Luna's office and waltzed straight in where he saw that she too had donned a dress and regalia befitting her station.
"Ah, Connor," she said smiling, looking up at his dark blue dress, "You look splendid. That style suits you."
"Errr, thanks," he replied, still not convinced he did so, "You wanted to see me."
"Yes. I have something I wish to give to you."
"Oh?"
Luna turned around with with said item in her magical grip, "To go with your ensemble."
"Is this really necessary?" Connor asked, eyeing the item uneasily, still not quite at ease at doing it.
"Yes. Tis part of your punishment."
Connor sighed and bowed his head forward, relenting to his superior's wishes. He remained motionless as Luna placed an almost near replica of her tiara on his head, the only difference being it being larger with five spikes instead of three. Connor walked over to the nearby full length mirror to examine his appearance.
"How ridiculous do I look?" Connor asked, turning around to face Luna.
Luna frowned, "You don't look ridiculous. You look Splendid. The tiara suits you."
"I beg to differ," Connor replied, blushing slightly, "You don't mind me doing this? Or lending me your tiara?"
"Of course not. In fact," Luna replied, placing one of her silver and sapphire necklaces around his neck, "I would like you to wear such attire from now on whenever I am teaching you, or engaging with me in formal functions. Consider it a uniform of sorts. Besides, this is a royal palace and there are certain standards to be met."
"Alex will be pissed off."
"I don't give a shit what he thinks," Luna replied with a frown.
"Wow. Did I just hear Princess Luna swear?" Connor asked with a cheeky smile.
"Yes," Luna replied with a satisfied smile, before quickly frowning severely, "And what have I told you about calling me 'Princess' in private settings?"
"Sorry, Luna."
"You are forgiven," Luna replied, her smile returning, "Now, shall we go and meet our guests?"
"Sure. Do they know I will be attending?"
"No. But as my personal student they will not object."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"What will be involved at this meeting?"
"An introduction over tea, then a cooked lunch in the castle conservatory, followed by further discussions and refreshments in the ball room."
"I won't have to dance will I?"
Luna failed to suppress a giggle, "No, my student. However, there is a piano if you wish to play."
"I might. What's the meeting about anyway?"
"Business ponies wish to discuss relaxing the law regarding overnight trading. At the moment, no shop is permitted to be open after 6pm, or open before 9am."
"That's ridiculous."
"Indeed. My sister repeatedly refuses to change the law, claiming that workers would be exploited if they were changed."
"Workers are exploited regardless. Allowing shops to open during less sociable hours would allow ponies who work odd hours do some shopping to."
"We agree. The ponies in question run some of the biggest chains in Equestria as well as union representatives of small shop owners, so they are coming to visit so we can establish a plan of action to convince my sister to stop blocking any attempt at change. We will also be discussing ways in which we can improve infrastructure for both commuting and logistics."
"Sounds fun," Connor groaned, "I'll try not a fall asleep too quickly."
"You won't," Luna replied, giggling, "If you do, well...I advise you not too."
"Why?"
"Or you will be the target for my next prank."
"That sounds terrifying."
"It will be. Now, I understand that my sister wishes to speak to you?"
"Yes. I'll go over and see her now, before the meeting."
"Very well. I shall be waiting for you in my office. Come no later than 1330."
"Will do."
Connor quickly left the office and walked down the corridors on his way to the throne room, the most likely location of Celestia at the current time. Soon enough, he approached the throne room doors, where two guards were on sentry duty.
"Is the Princess in here?"
"She is," one of them replied, "Go on in, she has been expecting you."
The two guards stood aside allowing Connor to open the door and enter. Closing the door behind him he began to walk towards the throne, his shoes making a noise as he walked along the marble floor. A sound that caught the attention of Celestia.
"Connor," she said with a small smile, "How are you?"
"I've felt better."
Celestia's face soured, if only for a moment, before returning to her usual cheery mood, "Good. I just wanted to talk to you before your meeting this afternoon."
"What about?"
"Yesterday."
"What is there to discuss?" Connor asked, his tone firm, "Alex shot his mouth off and i hit him, entirely justified, and was thrown into the slammer. Despite earlier promises from you that I would never be put there."
"...I know," Celestia replied, looking away in shame.
"So what did you want to see me about?"
"Alex has agreed to drop the charges against yourself and Vulcan."
"Really?" Connor asked, not sounding convinced, "I don't believe you."
"I assure you it's true."
"Where is he now?"
"Sleeping off a hangover."
"Excuse me? Hangover?" Connor repeated, not quite certain he heard what he did.
"Yes."
"Alex doesn't get drunk. He doesn't even drink."
"He did last night. He could barely stand. I had to levitate him to his quarters."
"If he was as drunk as you say he was, then how could he say he wants to drop charges if he was inebriated?"
"He was sober enough to be certain. But continued to drink in excess and is now paying the price."
"Amateur," Connor muttered.
"Have you had hangovers yourself?" Celestia asked, a playful smile crossing her lips.
Damn pony hearing.
"A few times," he mumbled, folding his arms, "What of it?"
"Nothing. Just make sure Matron doesn't find you if you are drunk. She has her own 'unique' way of dealing with drunks."
Connor looked away sheepishly, "I know."
A short time later, Connor walked alongside Luna to the meeting; his heart beginning to pound a little faster and his blood pressure rising.
"Relax, Connor," Luna said, rubbing a comforting hoof on his back, "You'll do fine."
"More likely make a tit of myself."
"Connor, I wouldn't have asked you to attend if I felt you couldn't hoof it. In fact, I think the ponies we're meeting would be most interested in how things work in your world. It could help them make a stronger case in favour of changing retail laws."
"Well...it was awkward when we ran out of milk on Saturday night one time. Had to go the whole of Sunday without a cup of tea."
"My condolences."
"I had to have coffee instead."
"And just what is wrong with coffee?" Luna asked, suddenly scowling. Her muzzle getting very close to Connor.
"It's not tea."
"My sister says the same thing."
"Will tea be-"
"Yes. Could you imagine a business meeting without tea and biscuits?"
"Purgatory!"
"Indeed."
The pair stopped in front of a large double door, flanked by two of Luna's Night Guard.
"It's not too late for me to run away is it?"
"No. But you wouldn't run very far in a dress."
"I can always try."
"But you won't."
"And why not?"
"Because there is the distinct possibility that that I may have commissioned a white chocolate cake to be made by a certain pink pony, to be given to you after the meeting. But only if you attend."
"White chocolate?"
"White chocolate. Which by extraordinary coincidence is your favourite? Is it not?"
Connor, acknowledging defeat, stood up straight and stretched out a hand, "You play a dirty game, Luna."
Luna took a hoof and shook his hand, "You sometimes have to play dirty to win."
Luna nodded to the guards who stepped aside. Luna opened the door with her magic and with Connor following, walked inside. The business and union ponies all stood respectfully while gazing the attention to Connor.
I can feel their eyes on me.
He continued to follow Luna who headed for the head of the table, while Connor stopped behind a chair a few seats away, next to a stallion dressed in a tailor-made business suit and slicked back mane.
"Thank you for coming," Luna said, "As you can see, my student will be joining us today. Not only to further his studies in business management, but also as he has some ideas I'd like him to share from his world in regards to retail and shopping."
"We'd be very much interested in hearing what he has to offer."
Connor looked over to the stallion speaking, seated opposite him.
"Connor, allow me to introduce Aurum Ingot. CEO of the North Vanhoover Trading Company."
"Pleasure," Connor replied, extending a hand.
Aurum extended a hoof, "Likewise."
The pair shook the respective appendages, much to Luna's delight.
"Now then," Luna said, having picked up Connor's Yorkshire-ism's during their lessons together, "Let's begin."
All present took their seats and tea was soon brought, much to Connor's relief.
"Now," Luna began, "I think we should start on the matter of the current legal opening hours. 0900-1800 is insufficient and ultimately harmful to the economy. A long time ago it may have been ideal, but Equestria's population has grown exponentially over the centuries and attitudes and lifestyle changes have become incompatible with how things are."
"I'll say," the stallion next to Connor said, "For ages now, I've been having complaints from customers saying they can't get what they need because none of my stores are open after they finish work. We're losing thousands of bits in potential profit because of it."
"The tourist industry suffers too," a mare called out, "Tourists visiting the seaside can't enjoy something as simple as an ice cream because current laws forbid the selling of them in Sundays."
Connor groaned internally.
This is gonna be a loooooong afternoon.
"Serves you right!"
"Stop yelling," Alex groaned, still laying in bed on his side with a pillow pressed against his ear.
Star Light remained sitting on her haunches on the bed beside Alex, his hangover still pounding away in his head.
"Quit whining! You need to sober up!"
"Why?"
"Because you need to apologise to Connor and..."
"And?"
"And because I bloody well told you to!"
Alex pressed the pillow against his ear once more, only to feel it roughly pulled away. Looking up in annoyance, he glared at Star Light.
"I'm trying to sleep."
"It's afternoon and you're getting up, NOW!" she yelled, throwing some clothes at him.
"Fine."
A few minutes later after changing into simple button shirt, trousers and shoes, Alex walked into the lounge of their room to see Star Light sitting on the sofa, alone. Her ears twitching, she looked over and saw him coming and smiled, patting the seat next to her.
"Come on, Alex. Sit yourself down."
Alex walked over and sat beside his wife who immediately turn around and sat on her haunches beside him, facing him.
"So you decided to drop the charges?"
Alex nodded, "Yeah."
"What made you changed your mind? Was it the threat of divorce?"
"Partly."
"Partly?"
"I had a few drinks and went over everything that's happened. From not telling Connor about what is really is and where he really comes from, to trying to get work and other...things."
"Things? You mean last night?"
Alex nodded, "I still don't feel right with it, what he's doing."
"You mean his job? Or choice of wardrobe?"
Alex sighed, "The latter."
"It bothers you that much?"
Alex nodded.
"Why?"
"It was the societal attitude I was raised in."
"So?"
"Things were different then. And Earth is very different from Equestria."
"I've noticed," Star Light replied, "Ponies are more open minded."
Alex rolled his eyes, "Let's not start this again."
"Start what?"
"Reminding me of how great Equestria is and how much better than Earth it is."
"Well for starters poverty and war don't exist in Equestria. Remind me, when was the last time there wasn't a conflict on Earth?"
"Alright, you have a point there. But-"
"But nothing, Alex. Connor is not the one at fault here, you are."
"How? When he's the one who-"
"I don't care that he wears dresses. You're at fault because of the way you acted. You don't like what he does? Fine. But behaving like you did was unacceptable."
"What do you want me to do? Doll myself up too?"
Star Light rolled her eyes, "Stop being so immature. No, all I want is for you and Connor to at least talk."
"Talk?"
"Yes. Go for a meal at a pub, let him take you on a tour of Wonderbolt HQ."
"Why would I do either of those things?"
"Because you have a rift to heal with your son. You've seldom ever shown interest in anything he's ever interested in. It's like you never have time for him."
"That's not true. I can't help it if work gets in the way."
"Perhaps, but you always seemed to make time for the girls."
Alex sighed, "Fine. I'll talk to him."
"Good."
"And if he decides to doll himself up?"
Star Light frowned, "Then you'll accept it. Maybe if you bothered to ask him, he might tell you why he likes it."
"You mean you know?"
"Of course I do. I'm his mother."
*MEANWHILE*
"Hi Fluttershy."
"Hello Elizabeth," she replied, her cheeks going a little pink, "Your dress looks very pretty."
"Thank you. It's another one Rarity made."
"It's nice to see you again."
"You too, Shy. I'm glad you could join us in going out on the town. I see you've brought the little cutie with you too."
Angel hopped down off Fluttershy's head and hopped over to Elizabeth, who picked him up and nuzzled him, much to his enjoyment.
"So, where were we going to go?" Elizabeth asked as Angel settled down in Elizabeth's arms.
"Rarity thought about shopping down Manefair first, then stopping for afternoon tea and spa treatment at The Ritz."
"Sounds wonderful."
Connor squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. Partially because the tight fitting dress was making it harder to breath when sitting, but mostly because his incontinence had once again shown itself. The meeting has been going on for three hours, with Connor in purgatory for two of them. To make matters worse, Connor was sometimes asked questions which clearly went over his head, mostly due to his lack of experience and/or knowledge on finance. Fortunately though, Luna was at hand to save him from making a fool of himself.
"Well, mares and gentlecolts," Luna said, standing up, "I think a recess is due. We shall break for tea, which will take place in the dining room, and reconvene after at 1830."
The mares and stallions nodded and soon began leaving the room, while Connor remained seated. Once the door closed, leaving only the pair, Luna spoke.
"Do you require assistance, Connor?"
Connor nodded, "Only to remove the dress so I can....you know."
"Of course. I can lend a hoof if you so desire."
"I should be fine," Connor replied, blushing, "Thanks anyway."
"I meant in removing your dress, not..."
"Ah, well, yes please. Can you help with putting it back on afterwards?"
"Of course. Do you wish for me to teleport us to my quarters?"
Connor nodded.
With a flash of her horn, Connor soon found himself in Luna's quarters, dimly lit by candlelight.
"Allow me," Luna said, unzipping the back of the dress.
"Thanks. I left my supplies in the Wonderbolt dorms though."
"I shall go and get some for you. In the meantime, use the bathroom to do what you need to do."
"It's beautiful," Fluttershy said, looking a the butterfly shaped emerald necklace.
Elizabeth reached around Fluttershy's neck and fastened the necklace in place.
"It suits you," she said, resting her hand on Fluttershy's cheek.
Fluttershy gently wrapped a hoof around Elizabeth's wrist, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Shy," Elizabeth replied, leaning in close.
"That's...that's monstrous," Rarity said, wide eyed.
"I know," Spitfire replied, scowling at the financial statement severely.
"How? Not even I could do that."
"I don't know Rarity. But I have a punishment in mind."
*A SHORT WHILE LATER*
Connor watched as the doors the the meeting room closed, finally bringing an end to the tedious meeting.
"Thank fuck that's over," the muttered, walking over to a chair and dropping into it, immediately resting his head on the table.
"Now now Connor," Luna replied, giggling a little, "You'll be attending many more such meetings over the years."
Connor groaned loudly, "Must I?"
"I'm afraid so. Now, would you accompany me in having supper?"
"Sure. Anything in particular?"
Luna, with a flash of her horn, teleported the pair of them to her quarters where she pointed to a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, beside which was a large, multi tiered white chocolate cake.
"As promised, my student, your cake."
"There," Spitfire said, locking the final cuff around the bed post, "All ready."
"Now all I need to do," she continued, eyeing the ball gag and paddle, "Is wait."
"Luna, where are you?"
Celestia continued to walk around, unable to find her sister who had not gone to the Throne Room to begin her night duties. Eventually arriving at Luna's private quarters, Celestia knocked and having not received a response, opened the door and walked in.
"Luna, this isn't funny," she sternly said, frowning, "You are supposed to be-"
Celestia stopped talking when he saw the behemoth before her.
Her eyes lit up and an ear to ear grin adorned her face. Squealing like a little filly, she launched herself at the cake.
*LATER THAT NIGHT*
Connor watched Luna's chariot leave, the very long and boring meeting having finally ended after many many long, laborious hours. He walked inside his home and closed the door behind him, exhausted from the days tasks, and locked it. Taking his shoes off, he walked tiredly into the lounge and flopped down into one of the armchairs and began to doze off. Too tired to even remove his dress. Not that he could even do it on his own.
"Don't even think about going to sleep, Stiff Wings!"
Connor opened his eyes and saw a grumpy looking Spitfire standing over him, her hind legs between his legs and the inside arm rests, and her forelegs above his shoulder. Her wings were flared and her eyes burning.
Uh oh. She sounds pissed off.
"Something wrong, darling?" he asked tiredly.
"Something wrong?" she repeated, her eye twitching, "You tell me, Princess."
"Well-"
"TEN THOUSAND BITS!"
"I'll pay it off!" he said quickly.
"HOW DOES ANYPONY SPEND TEN THOUSAND BITS IN A RESTAURANT?!"
"Errr..."
Spitfire pushed her nose into his face, "Come with me!" |
The Tiniest Changes | pre | Lyra smiled a slightly watery smile. "It's okay. Really, I did choose to come here, and I never hated it. It's just... a lot." She curled back up in the box, shifting into a relatively cozy-looking position. "Can we go now?"
Starlight stared. "Well, now that we know you're here, you can just walk."
"Oh." The mint-green unicorn sat up. "Um. Right."
A minute later, Starlight, Trixie, and an anxious Lyra were lined up before the now-activated portal (the fireworks being left for the second trip).
"Ready?" Starlight said, glancing at the others. "Well... Lyra, I guess you know what to expect. Trixie--"
"Two legs, weird spider hooves, yeah yeah. Let's go!" Trixie leaned back and took a flying leap through the portal, once again leaving her hat behind.
Starlight groaned and picked it up with her magic. "She'll be the death of me. Come on."
They stepped through.
Immediately, Starlight was thrust into a swirling vortex of colors, reduced to weightlessness, and had all sense of direction wrung out of her like a damp towel. It felt as though she would be sick, if her stomach could only decide which way was up. She'd been through the portal before, but it wasn't exactly something you could prepare for. She felt freezing- or was she on fire? Or did she have no nerves at all? Or was she standing upright on the pavement in front of Canterlot High School?
She was, as it turned out. The portal didn't give you much of an adjustment period.
She leaned against a solid side of the horse statue, panting. Something was wrong with her eyes. Everything was grey, and she could barely see... Or, no, it was dark. Why was it dark?
"Trixie?" She said, voice surprisingly steady. "Why is it night?"
Trixie stepped into her vision from the left, stride confident but wobbly. "I planned it this way! In Equestria, the princesses move the sun and moon. But Twilight says they move themselves here!" Starlight was fairly certain Trixie had lost her balance by now and was just trying to prolong her slow fall to the asphalt. "And you say they don't have magic. So at this time of year, it's already nighttime! Cool, huh? Ow!" She finally gave in and tumbled to the ground. "I figured it'd be safer."
As she got up to help Trixie, Starlight spotted Lyra looking around out of the corner of her eye, and waved. "Are you okay?"
The now-ex-unicorn nodded, wobbling her arms to keep her balance upright after so long on all fours. "The portal was... a lot, but I... I'm just glad to be back. I need to find Lyra. The other one. She'll be at my house." She swallowed. "I hope."
Starlight gave what she hoped was an encouraging smile, but she wasn't sure, given her relatively little practice with human facial muscles. Muscle memory did seem to somehow transfer, which was interesting, given that the magic of ascension didn't confer--not the time. "Come back here if you need anything at all. I don't have my magic in this world--or my wings, I guess--but I'm not completely useless." Lyra gave her a thumbs-up (a gesture Starlight wouldn't be mastering any time soon) and ran into the darkness.
Right. Starlight stood up straight and squinted in the dark until she found Trixie, who'd righted herself and was staring at her, mouth slightly agape. "Okay, let's go... wherever in Celestia's name you want us to go, and then we can go back for the fireworks."
"Um, Starlight?" A familiar voice said from beside her. "I'm over here." Starlight looked, and there was Trixie, still on the ground, flexing her hands experimentally.
She looked back. The other Trixie was still staring at her. Ah. |
The Tiniest Changes | Hijinks, Part Three | It was the human Trixie who broke the silence.
"How dare you impersonate the Great and Powerful Trixie!" She stomped up to the flummoxed Equestrian Trixie and Starlight. "The nerve! Trixie will eviscerate you! Metaphorically." She squinted, leaning around Trixie and inspecting her closely. "Even if this is an excellent forgery. Who are you? Talk quickly and Trixie might let you live."
Broken out of her trance by the death threats (which were useful that way), Starlight leapt unsteadily in between the two magicians. "Oooookay! Everypo-- everyone calm down! Let's just, um, get somewhere else before we--"
"Everypony?" Human Trixie said, comprehension slowly dawning on her face. "You're from Equestria!"
"Um, duh," said Normal Trixie. "We just got through the portal. See?" She stuck her hand through the immaterial side, then pulled it out and shook off the mana residue. Human Trixie gaped.
"Trixie!" Starlight shoved her away from the portal, before turning to Human Trixie. Trixie H. "How do you know about Equestria?"
"Doesn't everyone?" Trixie H. asked in confusion. "I mean, we have seven students who spend half their time with wings and tails, and Princess Twilight visits sometimes, and then there were the sirens, and the horse architecture everywhere around the school, and then--"
"Okay, point taken." That made Starlight feel slightly less guilty about not keeping the Equestrian side of the portal as secure as she could've. Even if it raised so many new concerns.
Pony Trixie was returning Trixie H.'s examination. "Humans are so weird."
Trixie H. jumped back. "We look the same! Stare at yourself!"
"Oh, Trixie will, don't worry," Trixie said, attempting to wink and looking more as though she were trying to get a fly off of her nose. "But it's more convenient to do it with you. So hold still."
Trixie H. reluctantly obliged. "So, why are you here? And why are you here at night? Also, who are you?" The latter question was directed at Starlight.
Starlight waved awkwardly. "I'm Starlight Glimmer."
"Princess Starlight Glimmer," Trixie interjected proudly. "She's Trixie's marefriend. Or whatever you call them here."
She had to nip that in the bud. "Sorry, but I'm actually not, though I am a close--"
"Yes you are."
"I'm not."
"You aaaaare."
Trixie H. was watching in baffled amazement. "Are you saying I end up dating a princess? But I've never even met you here!"
"That is not what I'm--"
"Yup!" Said Trixie. "Though I guess she's probably not a princess here. That seems like an Equestria thing."
Trixie H. looked at Starlight with the expression with which Twilight looked at particularly scintillating math problems. "Trixie appreciates this valuable information! You will not be eviscerated."
"Trixie's favorite non-activity!" The two high-fived (pony Trixie with a closed fist).
"But you still haven't said why you're here," Trixie H. continued. "Are you hiding--"
"What the fuck is going on here?!"
The three looked towards the sound of the voice. Out of the darkness emerged a tall girl with orange skin, red and yellow hair, and a black leather jacket. She didn't look particularly pleased.
Oh thank Celestia, another sane being, Starlight thought in relief. "Sunset! It's good to see you!"
Sunset Shimmer stopped, her arms crossed irately. "Yeah, yeah, you too. What on earth are you doing here? And more to the point, what is she doing here?" She pointed at the Trixies.
Trixie H. gave an offended gasp. "And Trixie thought that after all we'd been through together, she would finally be free of--"
"Okay, yeah, forget I asked," said Sunset, and she approached Starlight with her hand outstretched. In the time it took Starlight to remember exactly what Sunset's magical ability was and to subsequently experience a flash of panic so vivid that the world seemed to light up as if strung in Hearth's Warming Eve lights, Sunset had already paused and retracted her hand with a guilty expression. "Um... Right."
Starlight managed to find her tongue from wherever in her stomach it'd retreated to. "Maybe not a good idea, yeah. Thank you?"
"Of course." Sunset shot Starlight an apologetic glance, stomped over to Trixie H, and grabbed her arm. Her eyes lit up white, temporarily illuminating a swath of the parking lot and causing Starlight to turn away, blinking rapidly. "Nope, not you." She leaned over to Trixie and did the same thing.
A second later, her eyes dimmed, and she stared at Trixie with her mouth open. "I-- you-- what? That is so stupid!"
"That's what I said!" protested Starlight. "Also, that power is so unfair. Do you know how much work I put in to even be able to control minds? Reading them is so difficult it's barely worth the magic expenditure!"
"Yeah, well, I can only read them, and sometimes inanimate objects--"
"You can read the thoughts of inanimate objects?!"
"--And it's pretty much limited to... You can control minds?" Sunset looked at Starlight with a mixture of worry and respect. "...Why do you know how to do that?"
"I told you about my past, remember? When we were talking to Juniper?"
"Yeah, like a sentence. You never mentioned that."
"I sort of tell everyone I know, I guess; it feels like the polite thing to do. I just assumed you knew too."
"Wait wait wait, everyone in Ponyville knows that the Princess--congratulations, by the way--used to--"
Trixie stuck two fingers in her mouth and let out a shrill whistle that echoed off the brick walls of the school. "I'm glad you two are having fun, but we have sales to make! Chop chop! Starlight, come on, help me get the boxes."
"Aren't you, like, not used to having fingers?" Trixie H. asked. "How did you do that?"
Trixie shrugged. "Natural talent. Also, what does 'fuck' mean?"
Sunset turned to glare at Starlight, who laughed nervously. "Um, Trixie, given everything that's happened here, I'm not sure it's a great idea to go through with this. Maybe we should just go back to Ponyville and spend the evening in together?"
Trixie opened her mouth to respond, but Sunset beat her to it. "Oh, it's too late for that," she growled.
"Er... why?" Starlight asked apprehensively.
"Because she already got the word out, and if people show up and you're not here and the portal is open, this is going to get even worse," Sunset said, pre-empting Trixie again.
"Stop that!" Trixie protested.
"Maybe don't be an idiot and I will!" Sunset stepped closer to Trixie, her faintly glowing eyes making her look like an incensed cat who'd somehow joined a biker gang.
"Wait, what do you mean she already got the word out?" Starlight asked, feeling rather left behind.
"I mean," said Sunset, "That she somehow managed to contact someone through Twilight's journal and tell them about this stupid plan of hers. Also, everyone step away from the portal, or one of you is going to fall through."
Starlight groaned and turned to Trixie (who was listening intently to Trixie H.'s explanation of human curse words). "When we get back, we're going to have a conversation about breaking and entering."
Trixie shrugged. "You're the one who told me that the castle had terrible security."
"It wasn't meant as advice--no, nevermind. Sunset, who in their right mind would get that message from Trixie and just go along with it, rather than telling you or the others?"
"Nobody, that's who," Sunset sighed.
Then who...?
Starlight's question was answered by a faint bouncing sound, which slowly grew louder as she listened. "Oh, come on."
"You said it, not me."
A bright, almost luminous pink shape emerged from the darkness. "Hey guys! Are you selling yet?" Pinkie Pie chirped, grinning and hopping in circles around a bemused Starlight. "Sorry about the bouncing! I ate a looooot of vitamins! I lost them in my cupcake batter, but I figured why waste perfectly good batter? Plus, now that this batch is so healthy, maybe I can finally convince Dashie to have cake for breakfast!" She did a cartwheel in the Trixies' direction and began orbiting them instead. "Ooh! Do you accept payment in Pinkie Pie's Vividly Voluminous Vitamin Cupcakes? There aren't a lot of words that start with V, but I made it work!"
Trixie didn't miss a beat. "Well, you certainly can't only pay in cupcakes, but I'm sure we can work out an exchange rate, right Starlight?"
"...Um," said Starlight, who had missed many beats. Sunset was right. It looked like it was going to be more feasible to weather this storm than to prevent it. If only she'd bought a better umbrella.
She groaned. "Okay. Trixie--no, my Trixie--come on. I'll help you set up. Sunset, I'm sorry about this, but can you help? There are a lot of boxes, and the sooner we get everything over here, the sooner we can leave." Sunset nodded reluctantly, and Trixie smiled victoriously. "Okay. Okay. ...Okay." And they stepped back through the portal.
Fifteen minutes and an unnerving amount of haphazardly dropping boxes full of explosives later, a fireworks stand was set up in the parking lot to the side of Canterlot High School. Pinkie had somehow retrieved a pair of card tables from inside the locked school and draped a glittery tablecloth over them, and Trixie had unloaded a box full of colorful signs proclaiming the wares to be the best fireworks in this world and listing at least fifteen different varieties, most of which Starlight had never heard of. Another freshly-painted sign announced "Free Vividly Voluminous Vitamin Cupcakes with every purchase!" Somehow, they'd even managed to haul all twenty-four of the boxes over.
"How... does anyone... do anything in this world... without magic?" panted Trixie as she placed the final box on a pile labeled Medium Fountains (Warm Colors).
"Don't ask her," Trixie H. said, pointing over her shoulder at Sunset, who also looked quite winded and was sitting on the side of one of the tables. "They get to use magic whenever they want. It's pretty unfair if you ask me."
Sunset frowned. "You can teleport, remember?"
"Oh. Right. Well, Trixie isn't used to her magic working. Which still isn't fair."
Starlight tapped Sunset's shoulder before another argument could begin. "Okay, that's all set up. You saw Trixie's memories--how many people are we expecting?"
"Why not just ask her?" Sunset asked.
"I trust you to interpret her thoughts more than I do her." Starlight glanced over at Trixie, who was excitedly explaining something or other about firework design to an enraptured Trixie H. and Pinkie.
"Okay, that's not unfair. In that case, it shouldn't be more than ten or so--at least, that's what she thought."
She'd better check. "Pinkie," Starlight asked, interrupting the lecture. "Exactly how many people are going to be showing up here tonight?"
Pinkie giggled. "Well, I can't give you an exact answer, silly!"
Of course not. "How about a range?"
"Sure!" Pinkie began counting on her fingers thoughtfully. "Anywhere between... no one and everyone!"
"...Everyone?"
"Yep! I told a bunch of people about it, but none of them have to be here because there isn't an individual mandate for fireworks yet, so who knows how many will show up?"
Starlight felt as though several of her organs had deflated like spent balloons. Which, for all she knew about human biology, they had. "Great. Thanks."
"No probs!"
She shared a look with Sunset.
As if on cue, a car faded into earshot. Despite Starlight's prayers to the contrary, it turned into the school parking lot, drove in a loop, and elegantly backed into one of the many open parking spaces.
Starlight wondered, not for the first time, how those vehicles worked. Magical transportation in Equestria--though thus far usually limited to trains--was considered safe and reliable because it was, well, magic. A properly-cast spell would maintain itself for years given power, whereas a machine would require constant maintenance. Not to mention the risk in prioritizing individual over public transportation, which she never would've supported in any hypothetical town she was in charge of. How did the public accept such a clear safety hazard? Were the laws of entropy somehow different in a universe without magic? Was she just biased by virtue of being a unicorn? Would earth ponies be a viable proxy demographic to research in place of humans?
Sunset was snapping her fingers in front of Starlight's face. She blinked.
Two humans, who at a quick glance could only be Octavia and Vinyl Scratch, were standing patiently in front of her. Octavia raised an eyebrow, and Vinyl waved cheerfully.
"Oh, yes, sorry," Starlight said, shaking her head. "I'm guessing you're our first... customers?"
"So it would seem," said Octavia, looking with what Starlight couldn't help but feel was a judgemental frown at the hastily-constructed stand. "Two cases of chrysanthemums, please, and..." She squinted at a sign. "What on earth are 'Alicorn Amulet Aerials?'"
"A new creation of Trixie's!" Trixie answered proudly, vaulting over the fireworks stand to stand beside Starlight. "She was inspired to create them based on, um, certain past experiences. Don't worry, they aren't cursed. Probably."
Octavia blinked. "I shudder to think why you have to clarify that."
Sunset hopped down from her position on the table. "Not to be judgy, but what do you need fireworks for? I wouldn't have pegged you as wanting anything here."
"Oh, I don't," Octavia said. "But my partner here, well, she has her aesthetic tastes regardless of my best efforts, and I happen to be the one with a car. As for your 'probably not cursed' aerials, I think we'll pass."
"Are you suuuure?" Trixie asked, fluttering her eyelids.
Pinkie bounced over. "Ooh! Are you having a seizure? Raise your hands above your head!" Trixie swatted her away.
Before Octavia could respond, Vinyl, who'd been looking contemplatively at some of the boxes, made several rapid hand gestures at Octavia. Some form of silent communication? Starlight watched with interest. It was no wonder Lyra had wanted to visit this world for a longer period! Imagine the types of magic you could create with that much dexterity...
Octavia sighed. "Are you sure?" Vinyl grinned and repeated the gesture. "Oh, very well. But if you set your bed on fire again, I'm not giving you mine. You can sleep on the floor." She turned back to Trixie. "One--one, Vinyl, I'm compromising--of the aerials, please."
Trixie fist-pumped. "Excellent! You won't regret that! And if you do, we won't be here, so no refunds." Octavia glared at her. "Hehe. Kidding. That'll be twenty-one bits."
"...Bits?"
Sunset smacked her forehead. "Did you seriously make this whole plan and not check whether Equestria and Earth use the same currency?!"
"Well, I figured it wouldn't be a problem!" Trixie said defensively. "Countries besides Equestria use bits, and it's all gold anyway, so what does it matter?"
Octavia's eyes bulged. "Your currency is gold?"
"Um... Yeah, what else would it be?"
"Wait!" Pinkie shouted. Holding up a finger, she took off the bag slung over her shoulder, rummaged around in it, pulled out a lightbulb, and held it above her head. It clicked on obligingly. "I've got this! Sunset, what's twenty-one bits in dollars these days?"
Sunset shielded her eyes from the lightbulb. "Uh, probably about thirty-two bucks, but I've only been to Equestria a few times in the past fifteen years, and--"
"Great!" Pinkie held out her hand to Octavia, who looked at it with mild trepidation. Vinyl shrugged, counted out thirty-two dollars from a wallet that Starlight hoped was imitation leather, and handed the money over. Pinkie took it, shoved it into her hair along with the lightbulb, and, with a sound like a cash register, pulled out something sparkly that she tossed to Trixie.
Trixie caught it, and held up a glittering, perfectly-cut sapphire the size of a golf ball. "Huh. That's probably about right."
Octavia gaped at her, and this time, Trixie H. joined her. "Where did you get that?" the latter gasped. "That's like... like..."
Starlight didn't see what the big deal was. "Are gems really that uncommon here? No wonder you don't have magical transportation."
Sunset sighed. "Yes, they are, and Pinkie, we've talked about this."
"Aw, don't worry, Sunny! These are leftover from ages ago! I didn't forget your lecture." Pinkie stood next to Sunset and mimicked her posture. "Pinkie, you can't just bring magically-charged gemstones back from Equestria! Pinkie, the relative values of precious stones and metal in this world could destabilize the economies of two of the most important potential trade centers in the event of future interdimensional cooperation! Pinkie, you shouldn't store money in your hair! Pinkie, stop copying everything I say!" She patted Sunset's shoulder. "She cracks me up!"
Starlight was fairly certain she understood the implications of what had just happened, and she was equally sure that this was the time to get any bystanders out of the way before information that probably shouldn't become common knowledge became common knowledge. "Okay! Well, thank you Pinkie, I think, but we don't want to keep customers waiting." She shot Vinyl and Octavia a look that hopefully wasn't too panicked. Judging by their reaction, it was.
"Thank you... all... so much for your services," Octavia said, grabbing Vinyl's hand. "We should probably be going."
Trixie nodded. "Of course! The Great and Powerful Trixie is nothing if not an excellent customer servicer. Hm. Don't repeat that phrase in any reviews of our establishment." She stared at a wooden crate for a long moment. Then she began squinting.
Trixie H. elbowed her. "You need to use your hands."
"Ah! Trixie was getting to that part." She did so, opening the box and placing several colorful packages and tubes into a paper bag, which she handed to Vinyl. "Thank you for patronizing The Great and Powerful Trixie's Worlds-Class Fireworks! Come again whenever we do this again!"
"Which will be never," interjected Starlight.
"We'll see." Trixie smirked as Vinyl and Octavia walked away and climbed into their car. "Excellent work, by the way, you two!" she said to an excited Pinkie and a less-excited Sunset. "Trixie will consider promoting you to minor assistants if you continue to be so helpful!"
Sunset shook her head. "Nope. One day of that was enough." For some reason, Trixie H. pouted.
Two more cars were pulling into the parking lot. This was going to be a long evening. But now they had at least some sort of plan, so maybe it would get better.
It got worse.
Starlight stood at the head of a line that was really more like a crowd, listening to the seventh order of the past ten minutes from an irate Photo Finish. Or perhaps a calm Photo Finish; it was difficult to say. A loose system had developed: Starlight took orders and relayed them to Trixie, the Trixies packed orders and passed them to the line, Sunset helped the Trixies and occasionally discreetly bumped into a customer to judge whether giving them magical explosives would result in a major political incident, and Pinkie... well, Pinkie mostly juggled cupcakes and entertained the growing audience. Not that Starlight minded; if anything, keeping everything relatively sane was more important than whatever she was doing.
She'd foolishly hoped that, once things began, the voice in the back of her head telling her what an idiotic idea this was would recede, or at least be quashed by sheer volume of nonsense. This had not happened. In fact, the voice seemed to be continually raising its volume to compete with the crowd. At least now there was variety to the voices in her head.
After she formally took... whatever office she would end up taking, she was going to donate a thousand bits to every pony in Equestria who had to interact with customers on a daily basis. And then throw a brick at the mirror portal for good measure. And possibly a second one at Trixie.
And, while her mind had been meandering, she'd missed another order. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"
A young girl with silver hair who vaguely resembled one of the Ponyville schoolfillies gave an annoyed huff. "I said, just give me three of everything."
Well, at least that was simple enough. "Right. That's... $465." She eyed the student, who couldn't have been older than fourteen. "Are you sure you can pay for all this?"
"Don't be ridiculous. Just because you can't afford a better storefront or a nicer hat doesn't mean everyone's scraping the barrel." The girl glared at her as she struggled to balance the five bags Trixie had unceremoniously dumped in her arms. "See if we ever take our business here again!"
"There isn't going to be an-" And she was gone. Charming. Not for the first time, Starlight acknowledged that it was probably a good thing she didn't have her magic here. Celestia only knew what she'd have done by now if she did.
We're the Princess of Empathy. This is our job. Deep breaths.
The interactions continued in much the same vein.
"That'll be $105, thank you!"
"That's $60, have a good evening."
"That's... are you sure about-- please be careful with those--"
"$49, thank you."
"That'll come to... come to..."
She blinked, arising from the haze of repetition (noticing, to her despair, that the line had only gotten longer since she'd last looked) to stare at the three girls in front of her. "I'm sorry, I feel like I recognize you from somewhere."
The girl on the left, who had purple skin and hair that would look outlandish if she wasn't standing next to two equally excessive examples, rolled her eyes. "Typical humans. Not enough blood in your stupid bodies makes it to your heads, and you're all idiots for it."
The girl on the right, who had blue skin, an enormous blue ponytail, and a maroon blazer, leaned around the girl in the center to look at the first in confusion. "Um, we're humans too, right? Plus, we kinda had the same body plans even"--she glanced at Starlight--"before, anyway."
"Shut up Sonata."
"Sorry Aria."
Alarm bells were ringing in Starlight's head, creating a wonderfully dissonant harmony with the voices. "Er, when you say 'typical humans,' do you mean you aren't..."
At that moment, Sunset, dusting her hands from the silver-haired girl's ridiculous fireworks order, appeared beside Starlight. "Oh. Hey Dagi."
The girl in the center--the tallest, and with seemingly more hair than body--smirked. "Shimmer." Her voice sounded strangely older than she looked.
Maybe that was why she recognized them. "Friends of yours?" she asked Sunset.
Sunset tugged on the collar of her jacket. "...Something like that."
"Ooh, I know this one!" The blue girl--Sonata--said. "We're sirens who tried to take over the school with our magic and enslave all the students to help us get through the portal to Equestria and conquer it for ourselves, but Sunny and her friends stopped us and broke our amulets so we had to learn to sing all over again and it was soooo annoying but now we're frenemies and we meet up when our tours take us near Canterlot!" She beamed at a stunned Starlight, but then her smile slowly melted off her face. "Aw, fishsticks, I wasn't supposed to say that."
The middle girl--Dagi? --shook her head pityingly. "And you were doing so well." She turned to Starlight. "What? Don't meet a lot of interdimensional immortals? I'm Adagio. This is Aria, this is Sonata."
Starlight swallowed. "It's funny you should say that. I'm..." She looked at Sunset, who nodded. "I'm visiting from Equestria, actually. I'm sort of a new princess." She extended a hand. "Starlight Glimmer. Nice to meet you?"
Adagio raised an eyebrow. "Charmed. You're handling this rather better than the last princess we met." She pointedly ignored the hand. Sonata giggled.
The irony of their story being presented to a newly-royal Starlight was not lost on her. "Well, I try to keep an open mind." She decided that the sirens didn't need to know about her past. Sunset was probably right that she gave that information out too freely. "And it sounds like Twilight had her reasons at the time."
Aria frowned (or, she maintained the perpetual frown her face seemed stuck in). "You're lucky you ever saw her again. We got so close. Stupid Elements."
"No offense," Sonata added to Sunset. For some reason, Sunset's eye twitched.
If Starlight had met these three a year ago, this conversation might've gone drastically differently. She felt as though she were looking in a skewed funhouse mirror. With a bias towards hair. "I know the feeling. Should I call you Dagi, or is that just a Sunset thing?"
Sunset's face bled from its usual orange to a shade of grapefruit. "Oh, please do," cackled Aria.
Starlight knew she was poor at picking up on social cues, but she wasn't that poor. "Oh! Are you two...?" She gestured uncertainly between Sunset and Adagio, who was grinning like a shark.
"I don't know," Adagio said sweetly. "Are we, Shimmer?"
Sunset looked as though she wanted to recede into her shirt. "It's... complicated."
Trixie, who had been glancing over for the past couple minutes in confusion as to why the line wasn't moving, clambered over the table again. "Hold on, I thought you were dating the human Twilight from this world. What gives?"
"Why would you think that?!" Sunset spluttered.
"Um... because I've read your journal? Nopony talks like that about someone they aren't dating," Trixie said wisely. "Kinda weird that you tell our Twilight about it, though."
"Well-- Well clearly you didn't read it very well! I said nothing like that. Besides, you couldn't tell if I was dating Twilight from reading a journal."
"Nope!" Pinkie's voice said. Everyone looked down. She was laying on the ground between the sirens and the others, happily tossing a large gemstone to herself. "We can tell with our eyes, and our ears, and our common sense, and from the fact that you said it one time after you ate too many of my Copiously Caffeinated Coriander Clusters, and probably not with our tongues, but I guess I haven't tried so maybe that too!"
Sunset glared down at Pinkie, somehow managing to say traitor with her eyes. "Do you want to find out if I can still shift into my demon form?"
Adagio waved a hand dismissively. "That doesn't mean anything. Don't be so closed-minded, isn't that right Starbright?"
"Starlight."
"Whatever. Shimmer is perfectly capable of... multitasking," Adagio said. Sunset blushed again. "I'm not a human. Don't assume I get hung up on whatever ridiculous moralistic trends are in for you lot this season."
Starlight should probably have let this insanity go, but she couldn't resist. "So, is Twilight with you as well, or is it more of a sharing situation?" she asked. Sunset looked betrayed.
"Oh please, that whelp is practically still a larva," Adagio sniffed. "I've had flings longer than she's been alive."
"Have I mentioned that you're disgusting?" Aria said, gagging.
"And you're going to die alone."
"I have Sona--"
"That might as well be alone."
Trixie H. frowned, appearing next to her counterpart and surreptitiously stealing her hat. "Hold on, but Sunset is the same age as Twilight! So if they're together, why would it be weird for you all to be?"
That couldn't be right. "That can't be right," Starlight interjected. "Sunset was Celestia's student over a decade ago, so she can't be less than thirty. I mean, I guess that's not a huge difference if you guys really are over a thousand, but still."
Trixie furrowed her brow. "...Wait, but if she's that old, how are she and Twi--"
"Okay! That's enough of this conversation!" Sunset said, somewhat hysterically. "Great seeing you Dag-- Adagio, hope you got what you wanted, but we've really got to move this line along!"
Sonata looked heartbroken. "But we didn't get any fireworks..."
Sunset picked up a box at random, shoved it into her arms, and began to shove her along with it. "Now you did! Have fun! Come back another, less humiliating time!"
"Do we have to?" deadpanned Aria.
"Go suck a tubeworm, Aria," Adagio said. "See you, Sunny~!"
They walked off.
"Did you know that gunpowder was originally invented by people trying to make potions to extend their lives?"
"Fascinating! Wait, what do you call it?"
"Um, gunpowder?"
"How odd; for us, it's black powder. I wonder what gun means?"
"...Well, uh, either way, fireworks are actually one of the only things we still use it in! Usually, you want either less messy or more explosive stuff, but fireworks are supposed to burn slowly, and they don't need to fly high enough that you need anything more efficient. Modern fireworks are barely different from ones from a thousand years ago!"
"Well, our fireworks evolve all the time! Would you believe that I'm the first pony to try enchanting the powder itself, rather than the casings or additives? I think, anyway. We don't have a lot of pyrotechnicians in Equestria."
"That's really cool! I wonder if you could..."
Who was Trixie talking to now? After handling yet another mindless transaction, Starlight turned towards the voices, and saw her specia- her friend talking to a plainly-dressed blonde student whose delighted smile and mismatched eyes clearly identified her as... Derpy? What?
Well, why not? The world--worlds--had gone mad hours ago. Why would it stop now?
Customers be damned to Tartarus. Starlight allowed her head to clunk onto the table in front of her. A strange, human coin pressed into her forehead. She didn't care.
Please let us be almost out of products. Please let this line end. Or please, in the name of Celestia, let somebody with more of a spine than I have show up and--
"Hi there! I see we haven't missed too much."
Starlight reluctantly raised her head to see two figures who could only be the human counterparts of Celestia and Luna approaching.
She perked up immediately and sighed with relief. "Oh thank Cel- er, I'm so glad to see you, you have no idea. I've been wondering how to stop this for hours now and I didn't know what to do; I mean, I have authority in Equestria now, which is crazy, but here it just feels... Please just do whatever you came here to do so we can close up and go home."
Luna blinked. "Close up?"
"Yeah." Starlight craned her neck to look around them at the somehow still-seemingly-infinite line behind the two sisters. "Aren't you in charge of this school? You're here to shut this down, right? I mean, this cannot be legal, it's barely legal in Equestria!"
Celestia gave a confused smile, and Starlight barely had time to think how much younger she looked than her pony counterpart before she spoke. "Actually, Miss..."
"Oh, Glimmer. Pr- Starlight Glimmer."
Celestia turned to Luna. "My, that name is certainly familiar. I'm beginning to think everyone from Equestria was named by the same person." The two shared a laugh, and Celestia addressed Starlight with a grin. "But no! We're actually here as customers. Do you have any roman candles left?"
What.
Starlight's mind seemed to fill with static. She was vaguely aware that her jaw had dropped. I...
The principals looked at her with concern. "Miss Glimmer?" said Celestia.
"You..." she began.
"You are the one taking orders, are you not?" Luna asked.
Okay, that's enough.
"NO!" Starlight shouted. She realized immediately that she was shouting, felt momentarily embarrassed about the crowd's shocked looks, and then resolved to go right on shouting. "I am NOT taking orders! You know what? NOPONY is taking orders! We're done!"
Trixie, Trixie H, Sunset, and Pinkie heard her (along with, presumably, the inhabitants of every street for several blocks) and looked over. Trixie walked over and whispered in Starlight's ear nervously, "Is this a marketing thing? Because you're pretty hot when you're shouting, but I don't know if--"
Starlight rounded on her. "You! This is your fault!"
Trixie looked resolutely unimpressed. "Is this like this thing with the table again?"
"Yes!" Starlight noticed out of the corner of her eye that the crowd was circling around them, but she didn't care. "You knew this was a bad idea! I know you did, you're not stupid, you're brilliant, and you convinced me anyway because you know I care about you! Well, it's done working!"
Celestia and Luna were exchanging confused looks. "Is this about something we did?" Celestia asked hesitantly. "We didn't mean--"
Furious, Starlight glared at them. "And you! You two are authorities here, and you know damn well how important security around that portal is. You should know better! Do you think I would've let something like this happen in my cult?!"
An awkward silence fell over the crowd, which she took as a challenge. "Yes, I ran a cult! And I had an IMMACULATE CHAIN OF COMMAND! Unlike this catastrophe!" She was no longer entirely sure who she was shouting at. Fortunately, that was fixable. "Trixie. We're going home. Now."
Trixie, for some reason, didn't look disappointed--she didn't even look surprised. "You know, if you just--"
"I am a PRINCESS!" Starlight shouted. The pavement seemed to shake with the words, and a wave rippled through the crowd that looked too solid to be metaphorical.
Sunset gaped at her. "...Was that the Royal Canterlot Voice?"
"Yup!" Pinkie whispered to her, perfectly audible to everyone within a dozen yards. "It always sounds louder in this world."
Starlight ignored them. "I am the Faust-damned Princess of Empathy, and Trixie, I let you get away with so much because I love you, but this has officially gone too far and it's time I did my job and why are you smiling like that?"
In defiance of circumstance, reason, and everything other than her own personality, Trixie had a smirk on her face wide enough to span Ghastly Gorge. For some reason, Trixie H. looked nearly as smug.
"Trixie..." Starlight growled.
They remained silent. The crowd was beginning to murmur; Celestia and Luna had taken several steps back, though whether they'd been voluntary or induced by the RCV-enhanced shouting was unclear. Just as Starlight was about to begin yelling again--or maybe throw Trixie bodily through the portal and worry about everyone else afterwards--Trixie laughed.
"Starlight," she said. "Why have you never admitted that we're dating?"
Most of Starlight's anger left her, replaced with utter confusion. "...What?"
Trixie leaned dramatically against her human counterpart. "You heard me."
"Wh- You want to do this here?" Starlight looked nervously around at the crowd of what must have been dozens of students, not to mention Sunset, Pinkie, and an increasingly-curious Luna and Celestia.
"Mhm~"
"Well, um," Starlight said. She'd said this before, after all, if not in as many words. "We're not dating. You know that I don't feel- Well, with my past, it wouldn't be fair to anypony, especially you, to have to support me in a relationship right now. I know I'm a princess, and I'm getting better with responsibility, but I'm not... I don't trust myself with that." Had that explanation always felt so weak? And, for that matter, why was she letting Trixie distract her?
Because I love you, her self of moments earlier echoed in her head against her will.
"Aha!" said Trixie, stepping forward. "So, guilt. We knew that. You think I'm too good for you." She stabbed at accusatory fist at Starlight, forgetting her new fingers in the heat of the moment. "You think everypony is too good for you."
Starlight flushed. Yes. How could she not? "Trixie, we need to go home. We can talk about this later." Whatever this was.
"And that," Trixie continued, "Is why we're here."
...Wait a minute.
"For you see!" Trixie twirled dramatically, and Starlight, even distracted, saw her face light up for a fraction of a second upon completing the spin without losing her balance. "The Great and Powerful Trixie has concocted this brilliant scheme in order to prove the Wonderful But Self-Effacing Starlight wrong once and for all!"
Pinkie let out a comically dramatic gasp. Sunset was looking more exasperated by the second. Trixie H. looked exactly as smug as Trixie. And Starlight felt a strange mixture of emotions rising in her throat. "...What exactly..."
"Don't worry, dear, I practiced this part," Trixie stage-whispered, before raising her voice back to its impressive full volume. "The Insightful and Emotionally-Astute Trixie knew full well that your guilt complex would never let you admit your true desire for emotional and physical intimacy"--Starlight blushed--"and so she devised a plan! Did you really think her foalish enough to engage in this shenaniganery without ulterior motive?"
To be entirely honest, she had. Not that Starlight had judged her for it, of course; she accepted Trixie for her flaws, not despite them, which was the only reason she'd agreed in the first... Oh.
Trixie seemed to take her silence as confirmation. "You may have believed it, but it was all of it mere chicanery! The insanity of Trixie's plan was not a flaw--Nay, it was by design!" By now, she was performing to the audience as much as to Starlight. "And now, thanks to Trixie's Great and Powerful brilliance and your unwitting but characteristically excellent assistance, you have proof, once and for all, that Trixie is just as stupid, selfish, shortsighted, and foalish as you ever have been or ever will be! Tell Trixie that she's too good for you now, Starlight!"
Starlight's mouth hung open, as did much of the crowd's. She couldn't. She may have had hangups about her past--she'd be the first to admit that--but she would also reluctantly admit that she'd done nothing egregiously villainous in over a year, had saved Equestria three times over, and had, somehow, been judged by Harmony itself as a worthy member of quasi-divine royalty.
Trixie, on the other hoof, had just risked interdimensional security--had risked everything--to make a few bits and serve her own reputation. No, Starlight corrected herself; she'd risked everything on a stupid, insane, convoluted plan to convince Starlight to date her.
It was ridiculous. It was shallow and blatantly unethical. It was a violation of everything any other friend of hers would believe in. And it perfectly proved Trixie's point.
Starlight reached for the part of herself that had always reacted with instinctive guilt at the idea of placing herself as a romantic equal to anypony--and found nothing.
Trixie was right. She wasn't too good for her. And Starlight was good enough for her in turn. She always had been.
As Starlight stared silently, some of the confidence drained from Trixie's expression, which, by some cruelty of fate, made her even cuter. "Starlight," she said, stage persona discarded. "I've had to watch you convince yourself that you don't deserve anypony for months. I hoped I might be able to, well, pester you into thinking otherwise if I made it obvious what I thought about you, but if saving the world and becoming a goddess couldn't make you believe in yourself, I didn't know how I ever could. So..." She gestured weakly at the fireworks stand, the school, and the enraptured crowd. "But it worked. You stood up to me and told me I was wrong in front of everybody. You were a princess, for Celestia's sake!"
Trixie stepped close to her, and placed her hands on Starlight's arms, her expression so devastatingly insecure that she nearly didn't look like Trixie at all. "Honestly, I feel like I don't deserve you. But I don't want to start this whole thing all over again. So... Be my marefriend? Please? If you want to?"
Thoughts cascaded through Starlight's exhausted brain. "Trixie... I..."
On one level--a significant level--she was furious. Of course she was. This, this infuriating, performative, unnecessary manipulative nonsense, was the reason half of Ponyville couldn't stand Trixie to this day. It was something Starlight would've done two years ago. It was completely unjustifiable, and it drove her completely mad that, no matter how many times she repeated this in her head, the mare standing in front of her refused to be any less beautiful, and her words refused to be any less the sweetest thing anypony had ever said to Starlight in her long, checkered life.
She should lecture Trixie on responsibility. Tartarus, she should barely want to be friends with her after this. She should report this to Twilight immediately and push for the portal to be moved somewhere less accessible.
So, naturally, she let out a strangled, exasperated groan, and, as the crowd gasped, she kissed Trixie.
Her lips immediately slid off Trixie's unfamiliar human face.
Oh. Right.
Dammit. Well, it wasn't as if things could get any more humiliating. Starlight leaned back and carefully placed her hands on Trixie's shoulders to hold her in place. After taking a moment to smugly admire her shocked expression, she tried again, more slowly. This time, the kiss held.
It felt right. So right that she took nearly a full minute to enjoy the sensation of her strangely vertical body pressing against Trixie's before pulling back to address the excited crowd, some of whom had begun cheering. "Don't you all have anything better to be doing?!"
The students, most of whom at least had the decency to look embarrassed, mercifully began to disperse.
Shaking her head, she again turned to Trixie, who--Stars above, she's beautiful when she's happy--was staring at her with glazed eyes and an adorable grin. Eventually, she seemed to realize that her lips were no longer against Starlight's and returned to reality with a start. "Er. Sorry that ended up being so... public. I know that's more my thing."
Starlight shrugged. "I'll probably never see most of these people again. Besides, I have to get used to appearing in public one way or another."
Trixie giggled. "What about kissing your special somepony in public?"
Starlight gulped. "Foal steps." She'd have to get used to hearing the phrase special somepony directed towards herself and not immediately pushing down any positive feelings in favor of denial.
"GO TRIXIE! I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!" shouted an entirely-too-loud voice from entirely too close to Starlight's ear.
Trixie, on the other hoof, took it in stride and bowed. "Thank you, Pinkie! The Great and Powerful Trixie is glad to know that people in some worlds appreciate the value of a good scheme."
Starlight turned to see an ecstatic Pinkie, an oddly wistful-looking Trixie H, and a Sunset Shimmer who looked like she wanted to go the way of the departing crowd and return to the presumably more sane parts of her life. Starlight couldn't exactly blame her. Still, looking at her, a question arose.
"Hold on," she said to Sunset, who looked up. "You read Trixie's mind earlier. How did you not see... that?"
Sunset waved her hands about vaguely. "It's not a precise thing. I saw that Trixie was thinking about you, um, a lot, and I saw that she wasn't sure you reciprocated, so I didn't want to pry. I just looked at what she'd done in the past half hour or so."
Despite having a thousand of what should probably have been prior concerns, Starlight couldn't help but fixate once again on Sunset's incredible abilities. The time they could save rehabilitating Equestria's villains... "Fascinating! You can isolate emotions and thoughts from events, then? What about events heavily influenced by perception? Or dreams? Wait, here!" She placed her hand on Sunset's bare forearm; the orange woman's eyes immediately flashed white. "Can you see what I dreamed last night? Does that count as emotion, or as memory? Or is it both?"
Sunset's eyes returned to a normal color. Her face, though, paled nearly to white, and she didn't lower her arm when Starlight released it.
Starlight's brow creased. "...Sunset?" She waved a hand in front of her face.
"...Dust..." Sunset breathed, nearly inaudibly. "Wind and dust..."
What? Starlight nearly put her hand back on Sunset's arm before pausing and placing it on her jacketed shoulder instead. "Are you...?"
Trixie tapped on Starlight's shoulder. "Darling--ugh, that sounds too much like your other friend--do you or do you not have a bunch of memories of the time you destroyed the world over and over again that you think about, like, every day?"
Starlight blinked. Sunset did not. Oops.
Before she could panic, Pinkie had bounced over. "Don't worry! This has happened way worse than this before. You should've seen her when she forgot to take off her geode and Celestia shook her hand at the awards ceremony in the spring!" She placed her arm around Sunset's shoulders and began to slowly walk away from the school. Sunset stumbled along with her, muttering quietly. "She'll be okay in an hour or so. I'll have her text you! Well, with the book. Bext you! She'll want to congratulate you two. Byeeee! Have a safe trip!" She waved happily and turned to focus on helping Sunset.
Starlight gulped.
"That," said Trixie H, "Was hilarious. Can we keep you?"
Trixie reached across Starlight to swat at her. "Get your own marefriend! You're younger than me anyway, wait your turn."
"Fiiiiine."
"She's not wrong, though," Trixie said. "Even if it does mean we need to carry all of this ourselves now." She looked critically at the lonely fireworks stand and the piles of mostly-empty boxes.
Starlight shook herself lightly. Right. She could apologize to Sunset later. Pinkie said this had happened before. It'd be okay. Everyone would be okay. Though the boxes really were a lot to carry.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps--oddly muffled ones, but, then, humans wore softer shoes--that didn't originate from her or either Trixie, and turned around.
Derpy, standing startlingly close to her, waved bashfully. "Um, I know you said to leave, but I thought you might want help cleaning up?"
Starlight smiled gratefully. "That'd be wonderful. Thank you."
Sometime between one and forty hours later, Starlight lay in her bed in her palace room. Trixie lay next to her.
They hadn't done anything, well... like that. Not beyond one or two dozen more kisses of varying length. But, after all the chaos and exertion, and given the late hour, Starlight hadn't been able to resist offering the showmare a more luxurious bed. Despite her usual insistence on the 'comfort' of her wagon, Trixie's eyes had lit up at the offer, and now she was curled up at Starlight's side, using a wing as an awkward blanket.
Starlight wasn't actually sure if she was asleep. She mumbled occasionally, but, knowing Trixie, maybe she continued to rehearse her shows in her dreams. Hopefully, there would be many more nights like this, and she'd get to become used to her... marefriend's... sleep patterns.
That thought stuck in her head like a pebble in a wheel. She was dating Trixie. Her stomach filled with butterflies at the thought. Finally.
Accompanying the butterflies was a separate wave of astonishment at the idea that she was in a relationship at all. Her! The pony who hadn't even had non-brainwashed friends until scarcely a year ago.
Surely, she thought as her eyes lazily alit upon different kites hanging from the ceiling in the dim light, she should be nervous right now. There were so many things she could do wrong, so many new mistakes to make, so many new risks and trials and potential potholes.
Yes, a much larger part of her replied, but I'll be with Trixie while I face them.
And that, more than anything anypony had tried to reassure her with since her ascension, made everything seem okay.
Soon, she began to drift off, losing a moment here, and a moment there, as her normally unremarkable bed grew more comfortable by the second. But, before she could fully turn over and embrace both her special somepony and the dreamworld, Trixie's voice reached her ears.
"...Starlight?"
By Celestia, she could listen to that voice for hours. "Myeah?"
"We forgot Lyra."
"...Yeah. We did." |
The Tiniest Changes | Cozy Glow, Part One | "What do we do with her?"
"I have seen many things throughout my years, but a threat such as this is... new to me."
"Twilight, I've seen you work magic with more than your horn. Do you not have faith that the same can be done here?"
"Well... I just... I ran the school, with her at my side, for months! And I didn't see anything! How can I even be trusted to ask what to do now?!"
Starlight sat, uncomfortably still, on a chair in the Canterlot palace, listening to her teacher and the royal sisters argue.
The school had been partially destroyed, and magic restored to Equestria, only two hours prior. It wasn't nearly long enough for her to digest her own thoughts on the matter--but, helpfully, it was just enough time for the worst cramps she'd ever experienced in her life to set in. Spending three days straight trapped inside a magical sphere with almost no freedom of movement, suspended magically with no need to use her muscles, was not an experience she was eager to repeat.
Three days. It had taken three days for the worst disaster Equestria had seen since Starlight herself to come a hair's breadth from destroying... everything.
She'd lived through Nightmare Moon's return, and the Longest Day in a Thousand Years. She'd lived through Discord's return, and the days immediately afterward before news reached the farthest corners of Equestria and nopony knew if the world was still ending or not. She'd heard of, if not experienced, Chrysalis's first coup and Tirek's absorption of almost everypony in Equestria's magic, and seen the Pony of Shadows with her own eyes. She'd rescued both royal families and her friends from a megalomaniacal queen and stopped a silent takeover of the Equestrian government.
And none of them--not Chrysalis, not Tirek, not Nightmare Moon, not Sombra or the sirens or Discord--had come as close to the total destruction of everything as the ten-year-old filly sulking upstairs.
Except, of course, Starlight herself. But she had enough to think about right now, and, for once, her past was on a back burner.
Cozy Glow, after her nearly-successful plot was foiled, had been easily captured, and was now temporarily held by the royal guard in the highest room in the tower, directly above this one. It was almost funny how easy it'd been; physically, she was nothing more than a pegasus filly. And not a particularly strong one.
It was almost funny. Until Starlight remembered how she'd felt when Cozy tripped her into that magical orb. How she'd felt when the filly explained her plan with that horribly dissonant smile, and Starlight had realized with horror what could happen. What almost had happened.
She resisted the urge to curl into a whimpering, shivering ball. So close. They'd come so close to the end of everything.
Because of a filly. That Starlight had trusted. That Twilight had trusted.
Normally, after something like this happened--and wasn't that a funny idea, that these world-saving escapades had become normal--she felt accomplished, or at least enough of an adrenaline rush that her feelings had time to sort themselves on their own. This time, she'd sat, helpless, while other ponies barely managed to save the world. That was the furthest thing from an accomplishment.
Shaking her head, knowing that continuing down that path of thoughts wouldn't lead to anything productive, she returned her attention to the others.
Luna was talking. "Sister, I know you harbor great faith in the ability of ponies--all ponies--to do good. And I love you dearly for it. But... sometimes, we cannot afford to take risks. The safety of millions may depend on it."
Starlight wasn't sure she'd ever seen Celestia so dejected. The Princess wore her joy on her proverbial sleeve, but it took truly unnatural circumstances for the opposite to shine through. "I... fear you may be right."
Twilight, looking equally hopeless--Starlight's heart burned to see her so, but, being barely more put-together herself, there was nothing she could do--paced about the small room. "What would you propose instead?"
The sisters exchanged glances. "There is," Luna said, "An obvious choice."
"Cozy Glow mentioned being in correspondence with Tirek," said Celestia. "Allowing either one of them continued influence on the world at large risks something like this happening again. If they were to be confined to the same location..."
"...Once their methods of communication are revealed and secured..."
"...They would be unable to conspire to any effect," Celestia finished, a grim look on her muzzle.
Wait. They can't be...
Twilight had clearly realized their meaning in turn, and froze before a window. "Do you mean..."
"Until such time as a better option reveals itself, Cozy Glow may reside in Tartarus," said Luna.
"I- No," Twilight said, shaking her head as if to dislodge a fly. "There has to be a better option now. We convinced Discord to change his mind, right?"
"You said a moment ago that you feared you were not equipped to take charge of Miss Glow," said Celestia gently. "If you wish to try anyway, you will have my full support. But, before you decide, I ask you to consider carefully."
"As you know, creatures bound in Tartarus do not age," added Luna. "What is best now need not preclude a future change of circumstance, but still it may be best."
"I..." said Twilight. She looked as if in physical pain. "I..."
Starlight was frozen--now not by the past, but the present. They couldn't.
But... they could. It was their decision, to begin with, but, more than that, they were right. Painfully, inconveniently right, but right all the same. Cozy Glow had successfully hidden her true intentions and true self from all of them. And yes, they knew that now, but what was to stop her from building up a new set of lies without their ever suspecting? Worse, what if she was able to change in truth, but they were unable to believe her after what she'd done?
And that was just the ponies who knew her. What if she escaped, with the same or worse goals? The most cynical, suspicious pony in Equestria would fall for anything that adorable pegasus said. She'd be impossible to find, and, once she was out of sight, impossible to stop. In Tartarus, she'd be isolated; unable to discern or deceive.
But still isolated.
Could Starlight let that happen? To anypony, let alone a foal, no matter the risks? A foal she, as a counselor, had been responsible for?
Could she still call herself the alicorn of Empathy if she did?
She knew, in her shell-shocked heart, that she wasn't any more qualified to give input on Cozy than Twilight was. Faust, she was less qualified--she'd been fooled faster and more easily, and had a fraction of Twilight's interpersonal experience.
"I think..." Twilight said, voice quivering.
But if Starlight didn't, who would?
"...You're right. Damn it, damn it, you're--"
"I'll do it!" Starlight blurted out.
The princesses looked at her in surprise; it was the first time she'd spoken in an hour.
She stood up, and promptly collapsed onto her barrel on the carpet. Her legs still felt like gelatine; she'd had to teleport into the chair. But, with some effort, she raised herself. Assertive. Like Trixie showed you. "I'll do it."
"What precisely do you offer, Starlight?" asked Luna.
As if she'd thought that far ahead. What was she offering? Anything that would keep her student out of Tartarus. "I'm... not sure," she admitted. "But we can't send her there. I mean, we can. It's probably the tactically correct thing to do. But... I can't."
Twilight sighed in obvious relief. That was good. Now Starlight felt a bit less like she was arguing alone against two thousand-year-old demigods.
"You will need to determine what you intend before we make any decisions," noted Celestia. Maybe Starlight was imagining things, but she thought that the sisters too had relaxed, slightly, upon her interruption. Maybe it was a good thing she'd been here?
No. That was ridiculous. She couldn't claim that until something good came of whatever ridiculous decision she was in the process of making.
"What if..." Her eyes darted to Twilight. "I take her on? As a... student. Like you did with me."
The sisters exchanged glances, and Twilight's brow creased. "That wasn't like this, though. You were willing to learn. Cozy's done nothing but antagonize the guards and us since she was captured."
"I was only willing because you stopped me first," said Starlight. "And because I saw... Well, you were there. It's not that different. Besides, Discord didn't want to be reformed, right?"
"Discord is an unusual case," Celestia pointed out. "Destruction has never been his goal, and his nature imposes limits on him which make working with him relatively safe."
"Safe and annoying," Luna grumbled.
"Well, yes. But Cozy Glow has proven herself very different." Celestia looked piercingly into her eyes; Starlight resisted the urge to hide her face with a wing. "Should you do this, you will be responsible for the most dangerous threat Equestria has seen in years. As a Princess of Equestria, are you prepared for that?"
Starlight nearly giggled hysterically. Nope! Of course she wasn't prepared! Nopony would be prepared for that! She wasn't even sure what she was preparing for!
So, bowing, she said, "I am. I'll--"
There was a crash from the floor above.
The group looked at one another in a panic, and ran for the stairs. Starlight, not trusting herself to run (or, indeed, walk), teleported directly to the entrance to the floor above, horn lit.
Cozy Glow was still bound by magical chains to the same chair they'd left her in. But now, a smug smile had replaced her furious glare. And her guards were rolling on the floor in front of her, doing their best impression of brawling schoolcolts.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" shouted Luna, who arrived moments later. The Royal Canterlot Voice nearly tipped Starlight over.
The guards, a white stallion and a teal mare, leapt to their hooves and saluted clumsily. "He started it!" shouted the mare.
"I did not!" yelled the stallion, instantly abandoning his salute and rounding on his partner.
"You were the one who said I deserved to be getting paid less--"
"That's not true and you know it, you said I didn't know what I was--"
"Don't lie to me, I'm not deaf--"
"You bucking--"
"SILENCE," boomed Luna. She glared at the guards. "I expect better of you, especially when on duty. Report to your superiors immediately at the beginning of your next shifts for disciplinary action."
"Golly!" said Cozy sweetly, looking concerned. Starlight was disturbed that, even after three days of hearing her evil monologues, her first impulse was still to comfort the pink filly. "I was just sitting here, and these two scary guards just seemed so angry with each other, so I asked them what was wrong! But whatever I said just made them madder! They seemed so darn nice; I wish they knew they didn't have to fight--friendship is magic, after all! Isn't that right, professors?" She smiled winningly.
Starlight shuddered.
"You're gonna what now?"
Applejack's incredulous expression matched the five other Elements--and Spike--seated around the Cutie Map.
"I'm going to take on Cozy as a student," said Starlight. Again.
The stunned silence was shorter this time, but not by much.
"Does everypony else think this is as crazy as I do?" asked Rainbow Dash. For once, the others looked as skeptical as she did.
"I figure I just made that pretty clear," Applejack said.
Pinkie Pie raised a hoof. "Yyyyyup!"
"Obviously," said Rarity.
"What Rarity said," said Spike.
"...Maybe?" said Fluttershy. She received five skeptical looks. "Well, um... Yes."
Twilight remained impartially silent.
Starlight grimaced, and shifted uncomfortably in her throne (which, having been added after the castle grew, was squeezed between Twilight's and Applejack's). Since the altercation last night, she'd been doing her level best to justify her decision to herself. Her reasoning, though, felt significantly less evenly matched against seven others.
"Okay," she said. Again. "I know that none of you are in, well. A forgiving mood right now. And I don't blame you. But I don't think this is crazy."
"How can you say that, dear?" asked Rarity, not unkindly. "I'm all for second chances, but they're best given to those who wish to, well... use them."
"Exactly!" Dash said, hooves on the table. "You saw what she tried to do! I mean, even though she failed, she still trapped you in a bubble for three days! She betrayed more ponies than I even knew you could betray at once!"
"And she did it with fun!" Pinkie said--or shouted, since it was Pinkie. "Parties, smiles, cupcakes, concerts... Those are things you do for ponies you love. Not to trick them."
"And she didn't care at all for what her plan would do to the animals," said Fluttershy, shivering. "So many of them need magic. Without help, they wouldn't revert to normal creatures like the ones in Tartarus, they'd just..." She gulped.
"And that's besides what it'd do to us," Applejack pointed out. "I don't mean to sound self-centered or nothin', but Sweet Apple Acres couldn't run without the pegasi planning the weather out day by day. And I reckon the same goes for most of the farms in Equestria. If Cozy'd gotten her way..."
The rest went unsaid. But not unheard.
The trouble was, they were right. Of course they were--and Starlight had thought of dozens of other horrifying consequences of Cozy's plan that the others hadn't even brought up. But, when she tried to let herself be convinced by the overwhelming evidence, she couldn't escape the nagging feeling that they were going about the argument the wrong way.
She held up a hoof to forestall the continuing protests. "I know. Trust me, I do. But, well..." She bit back a wince. She hated using herself as an example. "Do you remember what I did? Not almost did. Actually did."
"You didn't know," said Twilight softly. It was her first time speaking in nearly an hour, and Starlight could have counted on four hooves the amount of times the Princess had spoken at all since last night. She looked... haunted. "You didn't know what you were doing. You just wanted to stop our friendships, not destroy everything. And nopony in Equestria even remembers that it happened except us."
"But I still did it," Starlight insisted.
But the others weren't listening. Hearing, yes, but not listening. She could see it in their faces.
So, without allowing herself time to consider the emotional ramifications of what she was about to do, she lit her horn, and called to mind the scene that had been plaguing the back of her thoughts for nearly two years--though never more than since Cozy was captured yesterday evening. They wouldn't listen, so they would have to see. Above the map, the air shimmered and grew less translucent until a flat surface, somehow facing in every direction at once, formed. She concentrated, and colors spilled across it, as if from an invisible bucket of paint. Browns, greys, and blacks swirled together until an image formed.
The Wasteland. The final timeline she'd created.
She only saw the image for an instant before she tore her eyes away--but it was enough. Her horn flickered out, but the spell, which moved as realistically as if it were a window, remained. She'd cast it that way on purpose.
The wind was louder than she remembered. It didn't sound like a picture, or a memory. It echoed from all sides as if she were still standing in it. She closed her eyes, but all that did was wipe the image of the castle from her mind's eye and let the wind paint a new one in its place.
She knew it was an image, not a somatic spell, but the wind buffeted her mane all the same. She felt it. And she felt it blow through her ears, through her skull, and through her heart, to scrape at her soul. Like sandpaper on a wound.
It ground at her emotions until they chipped and flaked and blew away, like a bird's beak pecking at the last scraps of flesh on a skeleton. Starving.
A starving, desperate, lonely bird, in a land of wind and dust.
Suddenly, a flash shone through her eyelids, and they shot open involuntarily.
Oh. Right.
The spell was gone--dispelled, presumably by Twilight. The wind was gone. The memory was gone. She was seated in her home, with her friends. She was safe. They were talking about Cozy Glow. Starlight had cast an illusion spell.
And everypony was staring at her. She shrunk down in her seat. Her eyelids ached. Had they been shut so tightly?
Twilight's hoof was on her shoulder. Grateful, she focused on the sensation.
"I, uh..." Applejack sounded hoarse. "Think we get the picture, sugarcube."
Dash's fur stood on end. "Yeah. Thanks, Twi. That was... long enough."
Rarity had somehow paled beyond her usual shade of white, Pinkie looked as though she were near tears, and Fluttershy looked... relatively normal, in the sense that severe fright was one of her more usual expressions. Even Spike, who'd been present to see that image in person, had a haze of memories in his eyes that Starlight suspected mirrored her own.
"I'm sorry," Starlight heard herself say. She managed to clamber back into control of her voice; the argument she'd intended to make was scattered around her brain like a train after a hurricane, but it was there. "That was... reckless."
"Please, darling!" Rarity said firmly. "We will not allow you to apologizing for exposing us to something you carry with you at all times! What sort of friends do you take us for?"
Unfathomably, unbelievably good ones. Starlight laughed shakily. "Thank you. That means a lot. But I was trying to illustrate a point." She pointed a wing at the spot above the table where the image had hovered moments before. "I did that. Myself. And maybe I didn't mean to, but that doesn't make the outcome any better." And it doesn't help the ponies who lived their lives in that world.
Her friends looked at one another. As little as a year ago, she would've been unable to say something like that without fearing that, somehow, it would prompt them to suddenly realize what she'd actually done and leave her on her own. It was why she'd always brought it up so often; better to get it out of the way quickly. So said her anxiety. Fortunately, now, she knew better.
"Supposin' we agree with that," said Applejack. "That what Cozy did wasn't any worse than what you did. And I ain't saying that; I just... don't know how I feel about all this yet. But even so, that filly's the biggest and best liar I've ever seen, and I've met Queen Chrysalis four or five times by now. Suppose Cozy can learn. How are you gonna know when she does? How are any of us?" The others nodded; even Twilight.
But Starlight was ready for that question. "We're not." She waved down the immediate and vocal confusion. "I've thought about this a lot--not just with Cozy, but with everyone who might be able to learn more about friendship. And... I'm not sure it really matters much."
Pinkie tilted her head nearly fully upside-down in confusion. "Buuuut how are we going to have any idea if she's really getting better if she could just be putting on a cute face?" She frowned. "A really, really cute face."
"And, for that matter, what guarantee do we have that she won't just do the same thing all over again?" objected Rarity.
Starlight shrugged. "Nothing. Exactly like every other villain we've ever reformed."
"So she can just betray us again?" said Dash. She crossed her forelegs. "How does that help--"
"Discord did," Fluttershy whispered.
The others fell silent. Starlight's eyes shot to the yellow pegasus. Was somepony finally on her side here? Not, she chastised herself, that they aren't being reasonable.
"What exactly do you mean?" Twilight asked.
Fluttershy cleared her throat. "Discord betrayed us. When Tirek tried to take over. And he's more my friend than he's ever been."
"Well..." said Rarity, but she sounded thoughtful. "It's not quite that simple, is it? Discord didn't start off with our trust, and he's always been... rather frank about things. He changed his mind more than he lied to us."
"But then he changed his mind again!" Starlight said earnestly. "He thought he'd be okay with turning you over to Tirek, but because of his time with all of you, he realized that he valued friendship more than power! So even if it doesn't work out in the end, that doesn't mean it wasn't worth trying." She looked down. "And... I know you're all more experienced with this kind of thing than I am, but I think you might be a little biased here."
Dash frowned. "How's that?"
"Because we were her teachers," said Twilight quietly. Her eyes were still red; Starlight had known that asking her how much sleep she'd gotten would only make her feel worse. "We taught her friendship. Or... we tried. How could we not feel betrayed to see what she did with it?"
Starlight nodded. Exactly.
Chrysalis had been a queen, albeit a tyrannical one, trying to feed her people. Discord had wanted chaos. Tirek just wanted power. But, whatever their motives, they rejected friendship, and they, and everycreature else, were worse off for it.
Cozy was different. Twilight and her friends, and to an extent the entire town of Ponyville, had poured out their hearts to every student in the School of Friendship, and none more than the personal assistant to the headmare. She'd become the star pupil; a beloved example of how much good the school could do. And then she'd taken that love, fashioned it into a dagger, and stabbed her mentors in the back.
Who could blame them for feeling the way they did?
The Elements looked discomforted. Nopony could argue.
Applejack, unsurprisingly, spoke first. "I don't like to admit it, but... I reckon you're right. Both of you." The others made varying sounds of agreement.
"But, um, Starlight..." said Fluttershy. "You were her teacher too. Don't you feel... well..."
"Like you want to lock her in Tartarus and throw away that stupid key she trapped us with?" supplied Dash.
Fluttershy shrunk in her seat. "I was gonna say 'betrayed...'"
"Well... yeah," Starlight said. Of course she did. "But I wasn't really her teacher; not like all of you were. Honestly, I only met her two or three times before she... Er, tricked me into a magic-nullifying orb." Which, in retrospect, only made her feel worse. Maybe if she'd only met with Cozy more, she would've seen...
No. Nope. Not right now. Regrets were for crying on Trixie over. "But that's my point. Just because we feel that way doesn't mean that it's not worth trying again, or that Cozy has any less chance than Chrysalis or Discord did. And... even if we fail--if I fail--it still matters that we tried. And it might still matter to Cozy, even if she does betray us again. Knowing that, and knowing the alternative, I can't... I can't not..." She trailed off.
There was a long, uncomfortable silence. Starlight had no idea if she'd managed to convey anything approaching a salient point.
She hated how much of her feelings about this were messy, irrational emotions. Surely she should be able to come up with a better justification for her plan than 'I feel like it'? And surely anypony who felt like she did right now couldn't be trusted with planning a bake sale, let alone making life-changing decisions? And surely--
"I agree," Fluttershy said, startling her.
"I suppose when you put it like that... I do as well," said Rarity.
"It's not the craziest idea you've had," said Spike, rolling his eyes.
"It's nowhere near the craziest idea I've had!" Pinkie.
"I don't love it, but this is your wheelhouse." Applejack.
Everypony looked at Rainbow Dash.
She huffed. "Alright. If you think you're up for it."
The corners of Starlight's eyes grew damp. "I..."
"Starlight," Twilight said, smiling. "This is what you're best at. It always has been. And whatever you want to do, we'll be behind you every step of the way. Right, girls?" There was another chorus of agreement.
Starlight took a deep breath, and tried to will the tears out of her eyes. Someday, she would get used to this. The... trust. Someday, she'd stop being surprised. Someday.
"Th-thanks." |
The Tiniest Changes | Cozy Glow, Part Two | The door shut behind Starlight with an ominous clunk.
It wasn't any different from the rest of the doors in the castle. Same opaque, irregular green crystal. Same mysteriously quiet hinges. Same ornate frame.
Same megalomaniacal filly who wanted her dead in the room beyond.
"Oh, golly, am I glad to see you!" Cozy beamed from an appropriately small writing desk. "I'd been starting to think everypony had forgotten about me. But I shouldn't have worried; you're the Princess of Empathy, after all! You'd never forget about little ol' me."
The logistics of Cozy's residence within the castle had been hammered out with the other Princesses as best and as quickly as Starlight could manage--which was to say, as soon as Twilight had slept for eighteen straight hours. Most of the details, they agreed, would need to wait until they knew more. As a temporary measure, the filly was held in her room by a spell on the door which prevented its being opened by anypony but Starlight or Twilight. And, just in case, Starlight had placed a spell on Cozy herself which would alert her should she leave the walls of the castle.
It wasn't enough. Nothing could be. But you didn't make a friend by formulating an inescapable prison; you made a resentful enemy. And Cozy Glow had that niche well and truly filled.
Starlight ignored her... student's... less-than-subtle taunting. "Good morning, Cozy." She sat in a larger armchair in the corner, angled towards the writing desk. "Did you sleep well?"
"Like a foal!" Had Cozy's voice always sounded quite that eerily positive? "This sure is a fancy place you've got here. No wonder Professor Twilight has so many friends."
"...Right." That... is going to need revisiting. She craned her neck to look at the desk. The arrangements of the materials on it looked suspiciously familiar. "What are you working on?"
Cozy carefully folded the corner of a sheet of parchment covered in dense writing. "Oh, just journaling! I always like to keep track of my thoughts and feelings. Plus, if I ever don't know what to write, I can do origami while I think!"
"That's clever!"
"Thanks!"
"So," Starlight continued conversationally. "Do you always journal in a format that can be used for long-distance kinetocommunicative ritual spells? Or is that just for special occasions."
Cozy's eye twitched.
"Of course, if you did, it'd be polite of me to tell you that ritual spells won't work in any of the rooms in this wing of the castle. We think it's a defense mechanism."
Another twitch. "That sure is fascinating, professor."
Starlight rolled her eyes. "You need to burn the letter for that spell to work anyway. What exactly were you planning to light it with?"
"Oh, I dunno," Cozy said, smile brittle as glass. "These crystals are pretty hard! Some types spark if you hit them just right, you know."
If this went on any longer, Starlight was going to contract some sort of illness from whatever artificial sweeteners made up that smile. "You know... You don't need to keep up the act. It's not fooling anyone in this castle, and nopony else can see you right now. Pretending to be cute isn't--"
"I AM CUTE!" shrieked the filly. Starlight nearly slipped off her chair. Careful what you wish for. Cozy leapt to her hooves--in her chair, putting her at eye level with Starlight. "I don't HAVE to pretend! I'm ADORABLE! Not all of us have to make ourselves into a completely different pony so everypony forgets we destroyed the world, you know!"
Her eyes returned to a more natural size, she smoothed her mane with a hoof, and she sat back down. "I'm trying to write to Tirek, since you'll just read this if I don't tell you. I don't want him to worry when he doesn't hear from me."
That... didn't sound like the Tirek Starlight had heard of. "...Would he worry?"
Cozy snorted impatiently. "Don't be an imbecile. But friends tell each other that kinda thing. I would think you'd know that."
Starlight decided not to point out that Cozy's own scheme had required constant deception of everycreature around her for weeks on end. "Is he your friend?"
"What is this, a psychiatric consultancy?" snapped Cozy.
"No!" Well, maybe a little. "I've just never heard somepony call Tirek that before. Mostly just... an evil centaur who tried to take over Equestria."
"Hmph. Who says he can't be both?" Cozy resumed writing. "Yes, he's my friend. And... a lot of things. Even if he says he isn't."
Starlight sat up slightly in her chair. The relationship Cozy had alluded to sharing with the ancient centaur was unprecedented--could it be a crack through which she could better see the pegasus for who she really was? "What kind of things?"
"Meh," Cozy shrugged. "Friend. Weird uncle. A buncha stuff. He doesn't think of me that way, I know, but it's hard... Well, after mom and dad..." She trailed off.
Starlight's ears perked up. That was another thing. Cozy Glow had been the most popular, most successful student in the school, and maybe that was why, somehow, nopony had ever thought to look any closer at her. But, now that Twilight had--pouring over what records the school kept, and asking around the town--she'd found what there was to see of Cozy's life: nothing.
She showed up to school by herself. Nopony knew more than surface-level details about her past, and, frequently, what ponies did claim to know was contradictory. She had no parents in Ponyville, and no record or registration that could lead to them elsewhere. Neither the six students who shared a connection with the Tree of Harmony nor the Cutie Mark Crusaders had ever seen her go somewhere that could be a home, and Cozy herself certainly wasn't talking. It was as if she'd sprung out of the ground one day with no connections but what she made herself.
"Your mom and dad..." Starlight began. "If you don't mind my asking, are they...?"
Cozy looked away--and then nodded.
Starlight stood, and walked to the filly's side. Her eyes were squeezed shut. "I'm sorry. If you want, you can... talk to me about them? Or to anypony, if you'd rather I leave."
Cozy's lip trembled. And then shook.
And then she burst out laughing.
"HA! You- you--" She rolled off the chair and held her hooves to her barrel, giggling uncontrollably. Starlight leapt back, eyes wide. "You're so easy! N-no wonder they put you in charge of empathy! Princess of believing every little thing anypony says! Ha!" She flipped back onto her hooves, glaring. "Listen, professor. If you want to LEARN, go suffocate your fat, anxious head in a book like your ridiculous friend, and DON'T think you can go poking around MINE! How stupid do you think I am?!"
Starlight, amidst the mental whiplash of going from preparing herself to comfort a crying foal to... this, couldn't respond.
Cozy pointed a wing at the door. "You know, I think I WOULD rather you leave. Go tell Twilight and every gullible idiot you know everything I said, and LEAVE. ME. ALONE!"
Finding her voice, Starlight managed a "If that's what you need right now," and hurried out the door.
Clunk.
She was going to need more preparation. And a plan.
And some help.
With a pop and a flash of light, Starlight appeared inside Trixie's wagon. She was met with an undignified yelp and a cloud of smoke. Oops.
"STARLIGHT! We--cough--talked about this!"
She peered guiltily through the swirling, pungent fog. "Er... Sorry."
"Well come on!"
With another flash, Trixie teleported the pair outside of her wagon, along with the smoke, which dissipated in the noonday sun to reveal a coughing showpony.
"I was calibrating my smoke bombs!" Trixie huffed. "I know you like showing off your precision teleportation, but ponyfeathers..."
Starlight fluttered her wings to dislodge any smoke bomb dust. "Does it help if I tell you how proud I am of how far your magic has come?"
Trixie, muzzle slightly blackened, was unimpressed. "No. You tell me that every day."
"It's not my fault you're so easy to be proud of."
Despite herself, Trixie blushed. Starlight leaned in and kissed her cheek. It only tasted a bit like sulfur. "I'm sorry, Trix. I've... got a lot on my mind. Which reminds me--"
"That you still need to tell me exactly what happened at your school?" interrupted her marefriend.
"Well, it's hardly my school--"
Trixie waved a dismissive hoof. "It will be once Twilight takes over the world."
"Equestria, and you know that's just a rumor--"
"What happened at the school, Starlight!"
Starlight sighed. "I'm getting to it. That's kind of why I came to you first."
"First?" Trixie's lilac aura opened the windows to the wagon, allowing the remaining smoke to seep out.
"Yeah. I'll explain while I help you clean up."
Fifteen minutes later, the wagon had been reorganized and restored to a relatively normal smell, and most of the broken china magically repaired for the six dozenth time.
Trixie had stopped helping in favor of sitting slackjawed in her hammock around minute three. "Let me get this straight. When you said that one of Twilight's students tried to get rid of all the magic in Equestria and trapped you in a ball, that was Cozy Glow."
"Yes."
"Cozy Glow with the mane."
"Yes."
"Cozy Glow with the color-coded teaching schedules."
"Yes."
"'Oh golly gee' Cozy Glow. Who made us cupcakes that one time."
Starlight rolled her eyes. "Yes."
Trixie nodded slowly. "Right." She thought for a long moment. "You know, if we spun it right, we could probably smear Twilight to the press with the fact that she wanted to send her to hell forever. Maybe if her popularity took enough of a hit, Celestia would have to put you in charge when she retires!"
This is the pony I fell in love with.
At one time, Starlight might've pointed out, for instance, that Tartarus was a prison, while hell was an ancient religious concept. Or, perhaps, that Celestia had been fully on board with the Tartarus idea, making it very unlikely that Twilight's acceptance of it would count against her.
But she'd known Trixie for years now. So she just shrugged. "If she does, I'm making you do the paperwork."
Trixie gagged. "Blech. Sparkle can have the job."
Starlight chuckled and carefully levitated herself into the other hammock. It was a bit cramped, but her marefriend had resolutely declined her offer to magically expand the interior into a pocket dimension. "Thought so. But I have to talk to you about something." She grimaced. "I'm sorry I can't stay right now. But I want to figure this out as soon as I can."
Trixie made a 'nonsense' gesture. "The Great and Powerful Trixie is just as good at giving revelatory advice as she is at being a loving host. Talk away, Great and Powerful Assistant!"
Okay. How do I phrase this. Starlight chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment. "You... didn't used to have a lot of friends."
Trixie stared flatly at her. "I didn't used to have any friends. What's your point."
Diplomatic as ever, Starlight. "My point," she said carefully, "Is that I want to talk to you, and some other ponies, about what changed that for them. What convinced them to give friendship another chance. If I'm going to help Cozy, I need somewhere to start. She's... different, from anypony else I've ever seen. But there's going to be some overlap."
To her surprise, Trixie smiled. "Well, shouldn't you know all about that? You were there."
Starlight winced. She remembered. Against her will. "You mean when I overreacted and left you and you almost--"
"Yes, I was there too." Trixie, somehow, had always maintained an attitude towards near-death experiences which placed them, as a priority for concern, somewhere between a loose wagon wheel and the politics of Saddle Arabia. Though, to be fair, she was a resident of Ponyville. Maybe Starlight was the odd one out there. "But the Great and Powerful Trixie will jog your memory. It wasn't that she--I--never wanted friends; I mean, I was a jerk, but I wasn't like Chryssy or anything."
"You know she hates it when you call her that, right?" Starlight pointed out. "Our first game night I thought she'd suck you dry. Well, if she still could."
"Don't threaten me with a good time." Trixie smirked victoriously when Starlight blushed. "Besides, she only pretends she doesn't like it. Anyway. I wanted friends. I was just too selfish to see why I didn't have any. Until you showed up."
Starlight knew all that; she thought about it every time she wanted to remember something good she'd done for a change. "Right. But... What was different about me?"
"Your past," Trixie said immediately, as if it were obvious. "I've thought about it a lot. I knew you were like me. Well, you were a supervillain and I was just kind of a bitch, but something like me. We had something in common I couldn't give up. It was like... like only having one pony who'd care about me forced me to finally care myself."
At least something good came of the old me. Starlight stared thoughtfully at the ceiling of the wagon. Could she work with that? Sure, she had something in common with Cozy Glow--a truly unfortunate quantity of somethings--but would bringing that up give the filly someone to confide in, or just enable her to act exactly the same as she always had?
It was more than she'd had in mind before, at least. "Thanks. I might be able to use that."
"No prob~" Trixie bowed, and nearly fell out of the hammock. "Eep! Say, by the way, what're the odds of you having dinner with Cozy sometime soon, and what're the odds I might be able to--"
"I'm not introducing you."
"Awwww. But you never fight evil fillies! And how could Trixie not want to meet somepony who clearly has such correct opinions about Twilight Sparkle? Trixie promises she'll barely encourage her."
"I can't believe I still have dinner with you."
Do u only talk 2 me when u have a crisis 2 resolve?
Starlight looked in confusion at the book Twilight--and, increasingly frequently, she herself--used to communicate with the human world. Shorthoof? she wrote back. She lay on her bed on her stomach, book and quill suspended in front of her. Conversations via the book could take a while, particularly on the end where writing had to be done by hand, and it paid to be comfortable while she waited.
Oh right. Sorry, displayed the book in glittery red ink. Humans communicate with text a lot more; guess I picked up some of their habits.
She'd considered at length who to contact for advice. Trixie would've been insulted if she hadn't been first, of course. But, since she saw Sunset Shimmer nearly every week anyway, she was a logical next choice.
Don't worry about it. Write however you like, she wrote back. And I haven't written about a magical crisis in weeks!
Yeah, but you are now, aren't you?
Smartass. As Sunset would say. Twilight told you about the incident?
Sure did. Nice to know that someone else's school is getting blown up for a change. You should hear how Celestia--Principal Celestia, I mean--talks to the insurance companies these days. I swear she can do the RCV sometimes.
Starlight giggled. She'd only met the human version of the princess of the sun once, but it'd been enough to convince her that they needed to facilitate a dinner party between the counterparts one of these days.
Anyway, are you okay? continued Sunset. I heard about Cozy Glow and everything.
Actually, Starlight wrote, That's why I'm writing. I'm fine, but I volunteered to try and reform Cozy, and wasn't sure where to start, so I'm asking creatures who... She paused.
Used to be assholes why they stopped? guessed Sunset. Humans had such fascinating expressions.
Yeah. Sorry.
Ha! You should've heard my friends here after my demon phase--they stumbled all over their words for a year. But yeah, that's a good question. It's funny, I've thought so much about how to use my own experience to help people here, but it's never come up for someone back in Equestria before. Like, officially. The game nights don't count. Guess you need help from the original Empathy sometimes, huh~?
Neither Sunset nor the human Elements were ever going to let that go. You figured out that was your Element what, like a month before I did?
I'd make fun of you even if it was an hour. Hold on, I need to think for a sec.
Starlight waited, and shifted on her immensely-comfortable bed, and tried not to think about the filly around a hundred feet away who was probably plotting her demise just as Starlight plotted her rehabilitation. Why couldn't she just have gotten a normal princess job, like... like... Okay, so Equestria didn't have any of those, but still.
Okay, wrote Sunset after a couple minutes. There was a lot of stuff that made me the way I used to be, but I think the big reason I started to get better was the others' forgiveness.
Starlight was acutely familiar with that phenomenon. They're something else, aren't they.
They really are. I mean, you stop a demon from killing you and your friends, conventional wisdom isn't to help her to her feet. But fortunately for us, Twilight is just crazy. I wasn't always that bad, but I had a pretty transactional worldview when I was a foal. And trying to survive in this world, and later at the high school, just made that worse. And if things had gone differently, I probably would've gotten right back up after the rainbow laser shtick and gone on being a selfish bitch. I didn't want to necessarily, it was just... that's how things worked. You know?
Starlight thought back, with some difficulty, to her thoughts in the mountains after fleeing her village. Yeah.
But then, when I saw they didn't want to fight and were just worried I might be hurt... Everyone I'd almost killed was right there, but they weren't mad at me. So I guess I didn't know what to do. I just knew they were giving me an out from going on fighting and being angry, so I took it.
That makes a lot of sense, Starlight wrote. And it did. She herself had never really even thought of plotting revenge after the... time travel incident; she was too shell-shocked from what she'd almost done to consider the possibility. But, if she had, what could she have done? Plot revenge against the pony who was letting her live in her house? Who let her read her books? Who made her dinner? By the time you can think about fighting again, you're already in their lives and there's nothing left to fight.
Ha. You make it sound so sinister, wrote Sunset. But yeah. Pretty much. Does that help? It kinda sounds like you already knew that, so, uh, you're welcome for nothing! Sucker!
No, that's really good! Starlight wrote hastily, nearly tearing a hole in the page of the book. Stupid custom unnaturally-sharp phoenix feather quills that Celestia insisted on giving all the other princesses every holiday. Equestria had a lot of holidays. Sometimes you need to hear it from somepony else--or somebody else--to think through it. I don't know how much more I can forgive Cozy, since it's not like she has any power left at this point, but thank you.
Rad. Does this mean I have to go back to calc? Sunset doodled a frowning face.
You choose to keep attending that school at your age, Starlight pointed out.
It's where my friends are! Respect your elders!
After a moment, three sparkling red lines appeared on the page, flanked by a curved line. Of course. Snorting fondly, Starlight added two more lines in black ink, forming a stylized E surrounded by a heart.
It hadn't been either of their ideas. But the human Pinkie Pie had started signing it by all of their conversations when Sunset wasn't looking as soon as she'd discovered the two each represented Empathy, and it made Twilight smile so much that eventually they'd started doing it themselves as a joke. Well. It'd started as a joke, anyway.
We are so immature.
We are.
"She did WHAT?!"
Ears flattened, Starlight adjusted the volume on the communication spell significantly downward. It helped, but it didn't reduce the portion of her vision taken up by Queen Chrysalis's distorted white face.
"Why does noling tell me anything anymore?! I'm going to have that larvae Ocellus--" Chrysalis trailed off as Starlight raised an eyebrow. "...Commended for her academic performance. Still, she could've perhaps sent an emergency memo about the fact that somepony nearly drained magic from Equestria forever!"
"Ocellus was one of the students who stopped Cozy; she's enjoying some deserved rest," Starlight replied diplomatically. "And surely you have a better source of intelligence than a schoolfilly." Not that Chrysalis should've had any sources of covert intelligence in Equestria after the treaty, but it was Chrysalis. She'd probably find a much less harmless way to keep busy otherwise.
"Please. Who better to report than someling nopony would expect? Apparently you ponies haven't gotten any less gullible, after all." The queen's performative scoff rippled the enchanted liquid filling the basin that maintained the spell. There was a room in the Canterlot palace specifically designed for long-distance scrying like this, but for more personal calls, Starlight preferred to use Twilight's. Even if the lighting was terrible.
"I'll... pretend I didn't hear that." Like everything else you somehow think it's a good idea to tell an Equestrian official. Though, given the embarrassing quantity of the queen's secrets that Starlight inexplicably found herself keeping, perhaps it was.
Suddenly, the second basin beside the first flickered with a teal glow, and the air above it solidified into an image of Tempest Shadow, sitting in a dimly-lit room which seemed half-filled with dusty oddities and a quarter-filled with unidentifiable machinery. "She's not wrong," she pointed out in a smooth voice. "You all really need some sort of warning system. How do you think it feels for your horn to stop working and to only find out two days afterward what in the dungeons of Cunabula is going on?"
"Tempest!" Starlight exclaimed happily. "I'm glad you could make it."
"It's Fizzlepop now, actually," the dark purple unicorn said, with as smile that would make Maud proud. "I know I was on the fence about it, but hearing the scum traders in Klugetown say 'Fizzlepop Berrytwist' is too much fun to give up."
Knowing Klugetown--not that she'd visited more than once, which was one time too many--the term "scum trader" was not a metaphor. "I'll take your word for it."
"See?" said Chrysalis, moving in her own room (which, being located in the dimmest intact room of the hive the queen had been able to find, was barely visible) to better face both unicorns. "Automatic alert system. Get on it."
"That's... not a bad idea," admitted Starlight. It was easy to forget that so many of the crises of Equestria affected the broader world. Maybe she could make something like that her next priority as princess. "But this isn't exactly a friendly call, I'm afraid."
Tempest shrugged. "I don't get friendly calls. What is it?"
"At least I'm more popular than some creatures," grumbled Chrysalis. "What do you want?"
Starlight explained the situation for the third time that day. When she was done, Chrysalis and Tempest glanced at one another, exchanging in it a quantity of cynical and jaded emotions usually communicable only through maniacal laughs, or letters signed in kisses of blood.
"You're thinking what I am, I take it?" said Tempest.
"Obviously," said Chrysalis.
This is what I get for asking them. Starlight crossed her forelegs. "I'm not sending her to Tartarus. Or cocooning her." Tempest opened her mouth. "Or killing her."
"Glimmer," Chrysalis hissed. "If that filly had done what she did before we could generate our own love, she would've annihilated an entire sapient species. I know that's something you ponies care about."
"I'm well-aware of what she almost did," said Starlight firmly. "Trust me, I've had nightmares about it twice already. But my decision is made. You can give me what help you can, or you can hang up."
Tempest chuckled. "She's kind of cute when she's being authoritative."
Chrysalis, who seemed as though she'd seriously been considering hanging up, nodded. "One of her few redeeming qualities."
"Chrysalis..." Starlight growled.
"Oh fine. But you're well-aware of what convinced me, given that you insisted upon doing it yourself," Chrysalis said. She took a sip of Celestia-knew-what from a mug that was either decorated to resemble a rock or was, in fact, a rock. "I would never give up my throne. You... correctly... pointed out that accepting your ridiculous ideology was the only path conducive to retaining it. So that's what I did. It was a practical calculation." She thought for a moment, and mumbled something.
"What was that?" Starlight asked.
"I said, and I was tired of being hungry. Turn the volume up if your hearing is going." She crossed her forelegs; it was adorable. "But still. Practicality."
Starlight had more or less known as much. Between their initial confrontation at the hive, the diplomatic summit nearly two years prior, or one of the many other characteristically adrenaline-filled times she'd spent with the queen, she knew her better than any other pony. Still, Chrysalis's... direct way of putting things never went unappreciated. If Starlight were entirely honest, it was her favorite thing about her.
Tempest--er, Fizzlepop--groaned, head resting on a hoof. "You call me for the first time in ages, and you ask me to talk about feelings. And worse, my feelings. And I thought you cared about me."
"Hey, it could be worse," Starlight pointed out. "I didn't like that either, and then I got made into the princess of feelings. I've gotten used to it by now, but still."
Tempest shuddered. "Good point. Alright. But I don't... It was a while ago. And there was a storm, and I had a lot going on, and... I'm not you, okay? I have better things to do than introspect. You know I've had three separate rats try to buy my horn since I got back here? I haven't had to blast any of them yet, but if they get any pushier, I'm not sure friendship is going to be enough to get them off my flank, and that's besides the sharks--"
"Fizzle," Starlight said gently, as Chrysalis struggled to contain her laughter. "You're rambling."
The normally-stoic unicorn snapped her mouth closed. "Uh. I know."
"You don't need to talk about anything you don't want to. I'm just happy to talk to you again--"
"Ugh, don't make it worse!" whined Tempest. "Fine. I lost any loyalty I had to the Storm King when I realized he wasn't going to fix my horn. I was going to turn on him as soon as that happened. And then, when I saw him about to defeat you and Twilight and her friends... Well, he'd hurt me. They hadn't. So I knew I had to do whatever I could to prevent him from getting what he wanted, which is why I went and did something as stupid as... jumping in front of that grenade."
"Spite," said Chrysalis approvingly. "Not very tasty, but certainly respectable."
"I... don't know," Tempest said. "Maybe it was just to hurt him. Maybe I was grateful to my former enemies for at least being more honest than he was. Maybe it was... something else. I don't know. Can we talk about something else now?"
"That's okay," said Starlight. "You've both been very helpful. I'll probably call you again in the next few days; Cozy seems like she's going to be..." She thought back to the filly's unnerving laughter that morning. "...Challenging."
"I quiver with anticipation," deadpanned Chrysalis.
Trixie, Sunset, Chrysalis, and Tempest were ponies Starlight was familiar with--even if she'd only met Tempest in person a couple times since the whole debacle with the Storm King. She'd had to meet with them to hear exactly what they thought about their checkered pasts, of course, but she'd more or less expected what each of them would say. Especially Chrysalis, who, when she wasn't in disguise, wore her heart--or whatever changelings had in place of hearts, anyway--on her sleeve to a degree she herself didn't seem to realize.
The last pony she'd scheduled a meeting with, however, wasn't one she was familiar with beyond the manner in which every pony in a thousand-odd pony town was acquainted with one another, and, as she finished jotting down a series of notes onto a scroll in the castle library, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety. Most of the new ponies she met these days were those the Map sent her to, or ones she ran across in her capacity as a Princess. Hopefully her social skills hadn't gotten rustier than they already were.
Before she had the chance to talk herself into postponing her final meeting, she concentrated, and teleported with a pop! to reappear smack in the middle of the Cutie Mark Crusaders' clubhouse.
"And today's first order of business is- AAH!" yelped a voice immediately recognizable as Applebloom's. "What in- Oh! Counselor Starlight! Or, uh, is it Princess Starlight outside of school? Princess Glimmer?"
Starlight spared a moment to look around the clubhouse. She'd met with the self-proclaimed Crusaders many times in her role as counselor, but never outside of a professional capacity. Which... this might be? Was her new 'project' professional?
"She always told us to just call her Starlight in the school; why would this be any different?" said Sweetie Belle uncertainly, which was fortunate, as apparently the Princess of Empathy's train of thought was no more stable than a twelve-year-old apple farmer's.
"Hey, what if we just alternate between all of them? That way we're only kind of rude instead of really rude if we guess wrong!" piped Scootaloo. Starlight had somehow teleported directly between all three of them.
She stepped back awkwardly, careful to avoid stepping on a pile of construction paper. Being in direct line of sight of all three Crusaders was a good way for anything, pony or object, to develop sudden and varying mechanical faults. "Er, Starlight is fine! I wasn't expecting the three of you. It's good to see you, though!"
The three fillies exchanged a confused look. Applebloom hopped down from the ramshackle podium at the back of the tree house. "You weren't? Uh, pardon, counselor, but are you sure you ended up in the right place?"
Starlight quickly double-checked the tetradimensional coordinates. "I think so. At least, this is where she said would be convenient to meet."
"'She'?" asked Scootaloo.
"Me," said a voice from the door. All four mares turned, to see Diamond Tiara enter and carefully shut the door.
"Diamond!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed. "We were wondering when you'd get here!"
Diamond Tiara looked as confused as Starlight felt. "You... were? Also, why are you all here?"
"Well, you said to meet us here at four, dint'ya?" said Applebloom.
"I'm pretty sure I just asked if I could use your clubhouse at four," Diamond said. She took an uncertain seat on the rickety-looking stairs.
Scootaloo waved a hoof. "Well yeah, but we just assumed you wanted to hold a meeting! You haven't been to one in ages, and you are a nominal member now."
"Honorary member," corrected Sweetie Belle.
"Meh, same thing."
"No it isn't!"
"Actually," Diamond interrupted, "I asked because I wanted to meet Starlight here." She looked down. "...Is that okay? I guess I should've been clearer."
Understanding dawned on the Crusaders' faces. "Ohhh!" Applebloom said, smacking her forehead. "Um. Right. We knew that."
"No we didn't," said Sweetie Belle. "But that's okay! We'll head out for a minute. Er, that is, if you're still okay with attending a meeting after?"
"I brought over the gavel and everything," said Scootaloo, eyes as pitiable as a waterlogged breezie.
Diamond nodded rapidly. "Sure! Sorry I haven't been over more."
"Aw, that's no problem!" said Applebloom, beaming. "Come on girls!" She shooed the other two towards the door. "Nice seein' you Starlight! Counselor! Princess! Uh, whatever we should call you!"
"That was a joke," hissed Scootaloo. And then the door shut, and Diamond and Starlight were alone.
Starlight blinked a few times. "...Hello."
"Hi, Princess," Diamond said hesitantly. She stood up from the stairs and repositioned herself in a somewhat shabby bean bag. "Sorry about that."
"Oh, it's no trouble," Starlight said. She looked around. Finding another bean bag that was definitely too small for an adult pony, let alone an alicorn, she took a seat. "But if you don't mind my asking, why...?"
"Why'd I ask you to meet here?" Diamond finished drily. "I mean... Look at you."
Starlight did. It failed to answer her question.
Diamond rolled her eyes. "I mean that you're a princess. Duh. Have you met my mom? If you showed up at our house, she'd have you stuck inside for three days until you'd felt obligated to invite her to sixteen balls and... and... recommend her perfume line to the Duke of Trottingham or something."
Starlight had met Spoiled Rich exactly one time, at, fittingly, a ball in Canterlot, and as loathe as she was to agree with Diamond's dim view of her mother, she couldn't say she'd seen any evidence to the contrary. Bafflingly, she'd been informed that Spoiled was actually far more amiable than she'd used to be. She had not felt the need to dig up her time travel spell to check.
"I see," she said eventually. And then, because, well, she'd been a counselor several days a week for nearly six months, "Are things alright at home?"
Diamond snorted. "They're amazing compared to how they were before I stood up to her. But, um, Princess... why did you want to see me?" She looked suddenly nervous. "Did my parents ask you to? Have I done something wrong?"
"No!" Starlight reassured quickly. And not entirely accurately. "Well... Not recently. This might sound unrelated, but do you know a filly named Cozy Glow?"
Diamond nodded. "She's one of the CMC's friends, right? From Twilight's new school? They mentioned they were helping her with her homework or something a while ago."
'CMC.' I'll remember that one. So Diamond didn't know. Which made sense--the disaster had only concluded days prior. "...Yes. She was."
The tense she'd chosen wasn't lost on the purple filly. "Was? What happened?"
Starlight was well-aware that Cozy's plan had not only involved foals younger than Diamond Tiara, but ultimately been stopped by them. And that was besides the fact that Cozy herself was younger. But, somehow, it felt... wrong, to narrate the full story to a foal who hadn't been involved with it herself. The fact that anypony had been involved was a tragedy, and to add to that number, even by proxy, would be another. At least, that's what Starlight's incredibly biased emotions told her.
"A lot," she said slowly, shifting on her disproportionate bean bag. "I think your friends will want to tell you the full story. But Cozy made some... mistakes."
"Does this have anything to do with why magic stopped working for three days?" Diamond asked suspiciously. "Princess Twilight's announcement at the town hall was really vague."
"...Maybe. But like I said, you'll probably know soon. But... That's why I came to you. I've been going around to ponies I know--well, ponies and a changeling and a human--who've made mistakes in their pasts, and asking them about what convinced them to change, because I want to know if I can help Cozy do the same." And prevent her from destroying the world. "But they're all... well, adults. I know from what your friends have said that you used to be a bit of a bully." Diamond's expression grew guilty. "Not that I blame you! I mean, you know what I used to be like, or actually you probably don't, so forget I said that. But, er, my point is that I wanted to hear from somepony your age what it was like to go through that... realization." She trailed off. She'd never felt that confident with foals--or ponies of any age, but especially foals. At least in the school, they'd had to come to her.
Diamond's eyes were narrowed, but in thought, or perhaps evaluation, rather than challenge. "Huh." She adjusted her tiara. It had the mark of a nervous tic. "At least you're not another grown-up who wants to lecture me and make sure I don't go back to being a 'disruption'. I've heard that a lot."
Starlight shook her head. "Nope. I trust your friends when they say you've changed. I just want to hear about it, if you're comfortable telling me--no judgment."
"And you're not planning on like... rainbow lasering me, right?"
"Oh, the Elements couldn't do that if they wanted to!" Starlight chuckled. "Lasers are inefficiently focused light, while the emissions from the Elements of Harmony are better understood as a combination of several types of magical energy which have been polarized in specific ways, but are arranged so that instead of repelling each other and losing focus, they actually..." Diamond Tiara was staring at her, slightly cross-eyed. "Erm. No, we aren't."
"Cool," Diamond said slowly. "But... What exactly do you wanna know?"
Starlight shrugged--a gesture she'd gotten far more use out of since she'd sprouted wings. "You used to pick on the Crusaders. Why did you stop?"
"Well, they helped me!" said Diamond, almost defensively. "Their candidate beat me in the school election, and then they brought me here after I got in trouble with my mom. It was more than anypony else in class ever did for me. Well, except Silvy. Obviously."
"Wait, back up," Starlight interrupted. "You got in trouble for not winning a silly election?"
Diamond stomped a hoof. "It wasn't silly! Mom really wanted me to win, and she gets... upset when she feels like ponies are wasting her time."
Starlight wondered, privately, if there might be a member of the Rich family who did merit 'rainbow lasering.' She shelved the idea. One troubled filly at a time. "You... know that's not reasonable of her, right?" she asked carefully.
"Well, duh. Or, um... I do now, anyway. The CMC kinda helped me see that. And helped me stand up to her. I'm... grateful, I guess." She grimaced, as if the phrase had poked her tongue on the way out.
"I can see why," Starlight said, taking mental notes. "They showed you you deserved better. That's a good feeling." She thought back to her ascension. "Even when it takes you a while to really believe."
Diamond thought for a while, staring out the window. "I've never thought about it that way. I guess you're right." She giggled. "Funny how you get it better than the Crusaders do. You haven't even, like, done anything wrong."
Starlight let out a very un-Princessly snort. "Yeah. Funny."
Starlight had intended to spend the day gathering input from creatures who'd been in a similar situation to Cozy Glow, and then, somehow, to distill all of the data she'd collected into a foolproof plan.
Instead, she had a scroll covered in so many scribbles and crossings-out (she knew a half-dozen erasing spells, but her head hurt enough as it was) that it resembled some sort of modern painting Rarity would fawn over.
Sure, she was the Princess of Empathy, not of sociological analysis. But the Princess of Friendship got away with it.
She pushed aside a series of worries about whether her chosen domain had cursed her to an eternal life of subjectivity. So she didn't entirely know how to help Cozy yet. That didn't mean there weren't a few things she could start with.
So, after visiting the kitchen to pick up one of the salads she'd usually eat with Twilight or Trixie, she walked down a series of until-recently-disused corridors and knocked on Cozy's door.
"No." said a voice from within.
Charming. "I brought you dinner?"
"No."
Starlight sighed. "You're not going to escape and get to plan your revenge if you starve to death."
"I'm not going to get to do anything ever again anyway!" shouted Cozy in a voice that probably would've been deafening if it hadn't come through an inch of crystal.
Well, it was more than 'No.' "If you let me in, you'll get to... not starve to death?"
Silence. Slowly, Starlight pushed open the door, salad held in her aura. Cozy was lying in bed. Or, rather, lying on a single pillow atop the bed. She looked... empty.
Starlight felt a pang. That expression didn't belong on anypony. No matter what they'd done.
She set the salad on the desk, and looked at the filly, who didn't acknowledge her entry. "I... assume you'd prefer I leave?" asked Starlight gently. She'd wanted to talk, but...
Cozy didn't turn. "You can stay. Or you could leave. You're just going to do what you want, so it doesn't really matter, does it."
"That's not true at all! If you want me to go, I'll--"
"You'll what? Leave me here forever?" Cozy finally rolled onto her side to face Starlight. "Please. You're an alicorn. I'm a filly. You control what happens here, and you want to talk. Why pretend otherwise?"
"Social interaction isn't about control," protested Starlight with growing concern. "Yes, I had some things I wanted to say, but I'm not going to make sure that happens if somepony else doesn't want to hear them. You don't need to force me to leave for me to leave."
Cozy looked genuinely confused. "Of course I do. And I can't. So you--" But she snapped her mouth shut, glaring. "I see what you're trying to do. It won't work."
Starlight closed the door. She would leave, but any insight into Cozy's thoughts was worth a moment. "What am I trying to do?"
"Please." There was a hint of the glare she'd grown used to. "Argue with me. Poke at something I clearly care about. Learn more information and use it to manipulate me. The more I talk, the more you win. I wasn't born yesterday."
Starlight's first instinct was to protest. Cozy wasn't wrong, necessarily--but it wasn't like that. Starlight wanted to know her to help her, not to control her.
Is that any different? asked a voice that sounded uncomfortably like her old self. You want her to accept your way of thinking. You want to win. You want her to do what you want, for your own benefit.
It wasn't the same! She had Cozy's best interests at heart--and it wasn't as if preventing worldwide calamity was a selfish motive anyway.
And isn't that what we thought? The last time we locked ponies in a room and didn't let them out until they believed everything we wanted them to?
Starlight resisted the urge to smack herself in the face with a wing, because Cozy was watching, and she didn't want to give away... Wait. That could work.
Epiphany in hoof, instead of protesting, she simply said, "Yes."
She was treated to a rare glimpse of a genuinely astonished Cozy Glow. It was adorable. Because what else would it be.
"I want to learn about you so I can help you," Starlight continued. Cozy opened her mouth to protest. "Which, yes, is a type of manipulation. You're right."
Cozy sat up. Starlight hadn't missed the distrustful, borderline-murderous expression, but after its blank predecessor, it almost made her smile. "Reverse psychology won't work either, professor," the filly said suspiciously.
"I know." Starlight took a seat in the armchair. "So instead, how about a trade? You talk to me--in any way, about anything you want--and I'll tell you about me."
It was a gamble. Starlight knew almost nothing about Cozy Glow--nopony did--but she knew she valued information, and she knew she valued control. In her current situation, she had neither. But if Starlight accepted the slight risk that revealing some of her more personal secrets to a marechiavellian foal would entail, perhaps she'd at least know where to begin. Besides, even though she wasn't sure how to apply all of her findings from the day... Well, this had worked on Trixie.
"That's not fair," Cozy noted with annoyance. "You don't know anything about me. I know you don't. Even what you'd get out of a conversation would be more valuable to you than anything about you would be to me--plus, I already know the important stuff anyway. Your friend left you, you went crazy and started a cult, you tried to destroy the world with time travel, Twilight took pity on you instead of killing you like anypony smart woulda done, blah blah blah. Blah. So what."
Starlight placed a mental bet on the odds of the source of most of that information being Trixie. She loved the mare, but a lifetime of travel hadn't given her the most functional sense of confidentiality. "Sure, you know the broad strokes of it. But do you know what I was thinking?"
After a pause, Cozy realized the question wasn't rhetorical, and rolled her eyes. "No. Duh."
"I know what you did," pointed out Starlight. "And I still don't know much about you as a pony, or why you did any of it, or what you want. We're starting off even. If we both talk..."
"...Whoever makes better use of their information wins," Cozy said, eyes narrow.
"Well, I was hoping we could better understand each other and get off on a better hoof..." Starlight trailed off at Cozy's skeptical raised eyebrow. "Well. Either way. Deal?"
There was a visible struggle on Cozy's face. But, after a long pause, she giggled. "Golly," said the filly. "You sure know how to make an evening more interesting. Ramble away, professor. Just don't be surprised when you bore me to sleep."
The knowledge that some of Cozy's mannerisms were apparently genuine tucked away for later, Starlight shifted in her seat, cast her mind back all those years, and took a deep breath. "I grew up in a small town called Sire's Hollow, far north of here. I have mixed feelings on it now, but, back then, it was the only place I knew, so I didn't care one way or the other. You've probably heard about Sunburst. He was..." |
The Tiniest Changes | Self-Care | Princess Starlight Glimmer had a secret.
She had several, actually. Nopony else knew, for instance, that she teleported snacks directly from the castle fridge and pantry into Trixie's wagon, both to practice her precision and because it made Trixie laugh--well, nopony besides Trixie knew. Nopony else knew why Sunset Shimmer somehow remained a physical age that allowed her to attend a high school (Starlight was fairly certain it involved hijacking the mirror portal's camouflage protocols). And nopony knew that she'd stolen her father's jacket when she'd ran away from home because she thought it'd looked cool. And then later sold it because she had no money.
Those secrets, though, didn't explain why Starlight was pacing in a circle about the Cutie Map at 2:30 in the morning. Nor why nopony knew where she was, or what she was about to do.
Starlight swallowed. She knew the secret--it was the reason she was here, and what had been knocking at the door to her conscious mind for months. But, even now, allowing herself to think of it made her nervous.
Starlight could still time travel.
Not a week back in time with Star Swirl's shoddy spell--anypony could do that. Or, at least, any unicorn with a horn output in the ninety-eighth percentile, an uncommon amount of training, and knowledge of the spell's existence, which narrowed 'anypony' down to maybe half a dozen candidates. Nopony but she and Twilight, however, had ever cast her modified version; the one that combined with the Cutie Map to allow travel to any time or place in all of reality. And nopony but Starlight had ever cast it unaided.
Spells, Starlight lectured an unseen audience by way of anxious procrastination, weren't just something you cast in an instant and were done with. They were energy, arranged in a specific way and imparted onto a specific thing. Most were simply thrown into the ether and left to work their literal magic, but some took hold in objects, ponies, words, or even concepts, and took effect from there. Her modified time travel spell had been one of them. In such a rush as she was in to enact her revenge, she hadn't had time to create a spell which could be cast by just anypony; she'd worked her creation into the very fibers of Star Swirl's scroll, until it was more magic than parchment, and without which there was no hope of casting the spell inscribed on it.
Unless you were a unicorn whose magic output, through some bizarre psychological quirk, scaled alongside your emotions. Unless you were goaded into terrified fury by a purple alicorn and a nightmarish desert of a future. Unless you were so desperate to prove a point that you unthinkingly cast your spell entirely out of your own head.
Or unless you became an alicorn and were suddenly granted access to more magic than almost any other creature who had ever existed.
Starlight forced herself to stop pacing and look at the map, which glowed with its barely-translucent, impossibly-detailed map of Equestria and the surrounding lands.
She'd cast her spell unaided once before, and, ever since she ascended, a nagging feeling in the back of her head had informed her that, if she wished--if she grew insane enough to try--she could do so again.
So she was going to do so again.
Because she was the Princess of Empathy now. And--as had been drilled into her head by Twilight, Celestia, Luna, the Elements, Trixie, and even Spike for so long that she'd finally reluctantly accepted it--that included empathy towards herself. Even if, sometimes, she wished it didn't.
So, lighting her horn, she called to mind the memory of a spell. A spell so nightmarishly, fiendishly complicated that no pony without a magical artifact, magical rage, or the power of a god could ever have hoped to cast it alone. And she forced nearly as much power into her horn as it could contain.
Despite her trepidation, she couldn't help but smile as she felt her horn tingle and a wave of electrifying sensation rushed from it down every inch of her body to the tip of her tail. Because she could, she spread her wings, feeling the feathers ruffle from the sheer power coursing through her, and lifted herself several feet into the air with a thought. It was, she knew, for the best that spells like this were cast few and far between. But banish her if they didn't feel good. Like every voice in all of time and space was singing in harmony, waiting for her to call out the melody.
With loving focus, she aligned the power in just the right way across five separate dimensions--plus one for good luck--and squinted as every part of the castle within eyesight lit up with the light of day as she forced it all out her horn and into the Map. The familiar series of concentric rings flickered into existence above the map, the familiar unearthly sounds and symbols rang all about her as if she were inside a madmare's clock tower, and, as she closed her eyes, the familiar magical force pulled her into the time stream.
And it all vanished.
Starlight remembered to cast the invisibility spell on herself seconds before the time vortex ejected her unceremoniously into the open air. Last time, she'd wanted to cause a disturbance; this time, it was imperative that nothing go awry. Of course, the time spell itself was very... flashy, but, well. Who really ever looked up?
Blinking, she righted herself, and spread her wings to take over from her flight spell. No sense wasting power. Admittedly, she could probably hover magically for a month before she had to set herself down, but it was the principle of the matter.
Sire's Hollow.
There wasn't the same ache there had been when she'd dragged Twilight here over a year ago, now that she'd returned in the present and patched things up with Sunburst. She was sad to see it as it'd been nearly two decades ago--how could she not be?--but it was the sadness of... an old book, perhaps. Not fresh regret.
She ruffled her feathers. Focus. She... Actually, she had as long as she wanted. Time travel required some unusual alterations in one's typical manner of thinking.
Still, she didn't want to get trapped in the past, metaphorically or otherwise; she'd done quite enough of that over the past fifteen years. So, after an indulgent minute admiring her foalhood view from a slightly higher altitude, she flew in the direction of her old home.
She landed silently beside her house, not far from where she'd ranted to Twilight about Sunburst. Fortunately, this particular day was months after that, or there might've been a very awkward time-traveler reunion.
She'd chosen this day for a reason. Not only was it one of the few that stood out in her memory amongst the haze of misery and loneliness which defined this portion of her life--and thus one of the few for which she could pinpoint the tetradimensional coordinates the spell relied upon--but, of all days, this was one where her... presence would be keenly felt.
She prayed she'd gotten the time right; but, before long, she heard a voice shouting through the walls. Her voice.
"Let me go!"
Another voice. Her father's; different, but barely so, from the one she'd heard when she'd visited him only weeks ago. "Pumpkin, you shouldn't go out by yourself! Just wait a bit and I can come with--"
"And what're you going to do?! Protect me?! Like you did when mom left? Like you did when Sunburst left?!"
Starlight winced to hear her own words, and sent a mental apology, worthless though it was, to Firelight Glimmer.
"Ah... I'm sorry, sweetie, I promise, but your daddy can't always--"
"You can't do ANYTHING! You can't ever do anything! So get out of my way!"
And with that, the door swung open, and Starlight's younger self burst out, slamming the door behind her. Her pigtails had been cast aside in favor of a messy, unkempt manestyle (which Starlight knew from memory was only partially intentional) in a black maneband, and she wore sloppily-applied eyeliner which was streaked with tears. She sniffed, chest heaving, and shrieked at the closed door, "DON'T WAIT FOR ME TO EAT DINNER! I hate it when you do that!"
Not waiting for a reply that never came, young Starlight ran out the door and towards the nearby woods. Present Starlight quietly took to her wings and followed, keeping a safe distance.
Before long, her younger self had run deep into the forest, which, fortunately, was little like the Everfree, and held nothing more dangerous than the odd badger. Starlight could've followed with her eyes closed; she remembered every stump, tree, and cave she'd used to wander amongst, crying, whenever she needed to be alone. Today, it was a fallen tree, whose long-suffering splintered trunk formed a hollow which would be tight for a full-grown pony, but perfect for a filly. And, more importantly, it was sheltered enough that nopony outside of the forest would hear any anguished screams or sobs emanating from within.
Starlight landed a short distance away. She took a deep breath.
This was it. She'd thought of this moment time and time again; as a princess, as a cult leader, as a nervous student, as a hopeful teenager. Now, she could actually do it. And she would. Just as soon as she calmed her nerves...
She stepped on a twig.
"Who's there?" shouted Young Starlight with a mixture of anger and fear.
Banish it to Tartarus. Well, maybe it was for the best that somepony forced her hoof. Even if it was herself.
She took a deep breath, stepped into view of the hollow, and dropped her invisibility spell.
She was treated to the sight of her younger self's eyes nearly popping out of her head. "Who-- wait. W-what... you're... m..." Starlight waited patiently. "You look like... m-me?"
"It looks that way." Internally, she slapped herself. Stupid humorous coping mechanism.
Young Starlight raised a quivering hoof. "Are you my... No, mom didn't look like you. My... Wait, are you an alicorn?"
Oh. She'd forgotten about that part. "I am."
Her former self glared, eyes still damp. "Stop watching me struggle and a-answer me!"
Starlight winced. She wasn't off to a good start. "I..." she began. "Am... you. From the future." She bowed, lower than she ever had for Celestia or Luna. To not do it would've felt ruder than doing it felt vain.
Young Starlight gaped, speechless. So Starlight carefully sat down on what she knew to be a comfortable rock and waited.
Eventually, the filly's expression hardened. "You're lying."
Starlight had anticipated that. Wearing away her foalhood cynicism had been--still was--a long, slow process. So, she'd come prepared. "When you were seven, you stole a whole box of donuts from Royal Icing's bakery; you were too ashamed to eat them, so you hid them in the woods where nopony would find them. You hate black licorice, even though you keep telling everypony it's your favorite now. You realized last year that you liked mares. And, right now, you're..." She swallowed dryly. "Imagining what it would be like if nopony ever had to get a cutie mark."
The tears in Young Starlight's eyes had begun to run through her ruined eyeliner again. "Dad put you up to this, didn't he? He doesn't believe me when I say I'm fine. Nopony listens to me! He thinks he knows what's best for me even though he can never h-help!" Her breathing was shortening, coming in quick, high-pitched gasps. "Why can't he leave me alone?! W-why can't everypony leave me alone?!"
In a flash of teleportation, Starlight was at her side. "It's--oh, right, that's not something you're used to, get your head on straight Starlight--okay. It's okay." She wrapped her wings around the filly, who automatically pulled them closer. "Remember the breathing exercises you and Sunburst taught each other. You can do this. Slow." Young Starlight's breaths slowed, though they remained shuddery, and shook her whole body. "Slow. Deep. Calm."
After a minute, during which Starlight's wings were thoroughly coated in tears and snot, her younger self had calmed enough to return to an expression of disbelief. "Are you really...?"
"I'm sorry," Starlight said apologetically. "I know it's hard to--"
"No, it's not," Young Starlight interrupted, voice shaky but consistent. "You... you said my name when you talked to yourself. And I've never told anypony else how to breathe like that, or about mares, or... that I've been thinking about... that. Not yet."
Starlight hadn't given herself enough credit. As much as it felt like bragging--and, accordingly, grated on her anxiety and self-doubt like sandpaper--she'd been a brilliant foal. Of course she could put the pieces together.
"What are you doing here?" her younger self asked. "Why would you... Do I... Um, does..." She looked at risk of starting to hyperventilate again. "Time travel..."
"Breathing, remember?" Starlight said quickly. "And... yeah. Time travel."
"I'm a princess?" young Starlight burst out, having decided on the most pressing topic.
Starlight smiled, and pressed her wings into a hug. "We are."
"We, right..." Her younger self scooted herself away and turned, eyes wide and still very red. "I didn't know ponies could become alicorns."
"Mhm! When a pony accomplishes a singularly impactful and emotionally-significant deed, they seem to undergo a spontaneous infusion of Harmonic energy which..." Starlight trailed off, and instinctively apologized. "Sorry, you probably don't want to--"
"Go on!" said the filly excitedly. "That's fascinating!"
Starlight was struck by a sudden and emotionally-confusing rush of affection for her younger self. Of course she thought it was fascinating. She was curious. She wanted to learn everything, and do even more. She was her.
...At the same time, she was conscious of the risk of the conversation rapidly becoming what Twilight called a 'depth-first search.' She hadn't come to lecture herself on the mechanics of ascension. And even if she had, there were topics which would be far more--Stop that!
She shook her head. "Maybe..." Later? Definitely not. "That's not why I'm here."
The temporarily-restrained angst returned to young Starlight's face. "Then why?"
Why.
Because I had to. Because I couldn't know I could and leave you, leave myself, alone. Because I wanted to see if I could survive it. Because it'll be good for me.
But there was a simpler answer--and a far truer one.
"Because you had a bad day." She gazed at herself with the empathy only somepony who's experienced the same things as another--the exact same things--could feel. "And I want to hear about it."
Her former self looked down. "T-that's a lousy reason for time travel."
"I don't think so," Starlight said gently. "You hate when ponies don't understand you. I understand you, because I was you."
"You already know what happened."
"So?" said Starlight. "You know talking about it helps. If I weren't here, you'd just talk to the forest."
"It won't fix anything."
"...No," Starlight said. "It won't. Would you... rather I leave?"
There was a silence. Her younger self refused to make eye contact with her.
"I went to the fair today," young Starlight said at last. Starlight repressed a sad smile, and shifted her hind legs into a more comfortable position.
"There was a fair in town, and I got dad to take me. I thought it might distract me from... you know." Young Starlight sniffed. "It should've. There were rides, and games, and so many interesting ponies, and they had those candied nuts I really like. I went on all the rides and played everything I was old enough to, and I ate so much I felt kinda sick. And I just kept... waiting. I've been to the fair before. I know I like it. And I waited and waited, and I just kept wondering when..."
"When it would feel good again."
Young Starlight nodded. "And it... didn't. I never felt happy. The whole day."
Starlight remembered. This was when it started. She knew it for what it was, now; with only one friend, and a misguided perception of the loss of that friend, she'd fallen into a depression that lasted... longer than she felt like measuring.
It was one thing, though, to recall it as a distant memory, or to tell Twilight as she recounted stories of her life over a late-night cup of tea. It was another to see the filly who'd just had the second-worst day of her life so far in front of her, barely keeping herself from crying. It... hurt. More than she'd expected. It was the pain of that day, that depression, all over again, and on top of that, even more strongly, the pain of seeing a foal before her she could never truly help. She wondered, for the first time, if this may not have been a good idea.
But the realization that it was possible to fill a day with her supposed favorite things and feel as if her heart stayed behind in her room wasn't the worst thing to come out of that day. Not in hindsight.
"B-but I've thought about it," continued her younger self. "And I'm glad I went. And I'm glad I didn't have a good time."
That was it.
"B-because..." Young Starlight swallowed. "Sunburst loved magic. And he got his... cutie mark for it."
Starlight knew the answer, but she asked anyway. "Why does that make you happy you had a bad day?"
"Because I don't want to get a cutie mark!" snapped the filly. "Sunburst left and it ruined my life! It ruined everything! Because he cared too much about magic! He cared about magic more than me!" Starlight had to resist the urge to hug her again. It would only earn her a kick to the chest. "I n-never want to care that much about anything, or the same thing will happen to me! So I'm glad I had a bad day! I hope I have another one tomorrow! And the next day, and the next day, and the next if it means I don't get a cutie mark!"
As she shouted, a familiar whine built up in the air. Squeezing her eyes shut, the filly cut herself off, jerked her head to the side towards nothing in particular, and screamed as an electric blue beam shot out of her horn, unfocused and unaimed. It cut through the fallen tree like butter, and left the edges of the holes blackened, smoking, and dancing with angry teal flames.
The beam lasted only a second. After it flickered out, Young Starlight's legs buckled, and she collapsed to the forest floor, panting. In the distance, branches could be heard falling, sliced effortlessly from their trees.
Starlight immediately reached a hoof out to support her younger self, who took it without thinking and leaned against her. Her eyelids were fluttering, and heat could be felt emanating from her horn.
Starlight's magic had always been powerful, but it was only recently (from her younger self's perspective) that she'd realized how powerful. She wasn't just slightly more adept at school, or capable of lifting some extra weight with her corona. A month prior, when a local wizard had been administering mana output tests at the schoolhouse with a wobbly old instrument that looked like a trumpet, she'd shattered it into dust.
She hadn't been that way before Sunburst left. Certainly, she'd been capable, but, with the small, everyday spells that a ten-year-old unicorn spent their time on, Sunburst had always been the adept. Until he left--until Starlight, amidst the first of many tearful episodes, had nearly disintegrated a wall of her house.
It wasn't abnormal for unicorn foals to have uncontrollable power spikes, particularly in times of strong emotion; she'd known that even at the time. But for Starlight, they weren't spikes. They were a plateau. And, with every day she spent in the colorless, aching malaise that had become her life, that plateau rose, and rose, and rose. And with so little control, and so many fragile ponies in town, and one of her primary targets of ire being her own father... There was a reason she spent her worst days in the woods.
There were fewer targets in the woods.
"I'm sorry..." whispered young Starlight weakly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Starlight's heart ached. "You," she said gently but forcefully, "Have nothing to be sorry for."
A charred piece of wood, flickering with cold flame, fell between the two ponies, who yelped in unison.
An idea struck Starlight. "Let's walk along the river, okay?" The sound of the water had always calmed her down, on days like this one. In fact, it was what she'd done today, the first time around.
Young Starlight sniffed. "Okay."
The first part of the walk passed in silence. Starlight had used a quick dissolution spell to clean up the remaining blue fire, and, before long, the two were walking alongside a rocky brook. It burbled happily and felt almost dissonant with the mood of the ponies beside it, but never enough to be annoying, like Pinkie Pie on some days. Instead, it was a pleasant but unobtrusive companion. Like Pinkie Pie on some other, better days.
Young Starlight broke the silence first, as Starlight had hoped she would. "You have a cutie mark." Her expression was unreadable.
"Most fillies would be more surprised by the wings," Starlight observed.
"I brought those up first," huffed her younger self. "Don't change the subject."
Starlight kept forgetting that she was talking to herself, rather than a normal foal. She felt bad, given how much she'd prepared for this day, but it was difficult to force her brain to accept the situation it was in, regardless of its reality. "Well... Have you ever heard of a pony without a cutie mark?" Who wasn't forced to live that way by you or a walking magic vacuum of a centaur.
"No." Young Starlight kicked a rock into the stream. "I was gonna be the first. But it looks like I couldn't even do that."
Starlight chuckled, and the filly glared at her. "What's so funny? I wasn't joking."
"I know," said Starlight quickly. "Just... I think you've got some firsts in you yet. Even if you get a cutie mark."
Young Starlight squinted resentfully at Starlight's flank. "What even is it? A falling star?"
Actually, Starlight had never quite figured out its literal meaning. The marks were funny that way--she should know. "Something like that. It's for magic."
"What magic? Blowing things up?" Young Starlight scowled, lifted a rock within her corona, and crushed it into pebbles with a loud crack. The now-many rocks plopped into the stream. "I've got a lot of power I don't want. I can't do things with it. Not on purpose. That was always..." Sunburst's thing.
"Yet," said Starlight. To prove her point--and save them both a potential dunk in the water, since the bridge which had crossed here years ago was long since rotted away--she levitated both of herselves to the other side, where the trail, though more overgrown, continued. "Have you ever heard of a pony who could time travel?"
Her younger self stumbled upon being set down, then turned, eyes hungry, to Starlight. "You--we--invent time travel?"
"Not exactly," Starlight admitted. She hadn't been lying when she'd said Star Swirl had done the hard part. Sure, wiring the spell up to the Cutie Map has been fiendishly complex, but it was nothing compared to the cutie mark creation and removal spells she'd devised. One required rewriting a pony's every physical and magical component while leaving their fundamental self intact, and one was merely very fancy teleportation. "We... perfect it. We've created a lot of other spells, though."
Young Starlight's eyes lit up for a brief second--but then her face fell. "So... I fail."
"What do you mean?"
"I get a cutie mark," the filly said tonelessly. "Just like Sunburst did. I even get it in the same thing. And everypony else keeps getting cutie marks just like us. Nothing changes. You failed." She looked resentfully at her future self. "Why didn't you fix it? You can time travel! You could... You could go anywhere you want and do anything to anypony to change things, or create a new spell so ponies don't have to get cutie marks, or, or something. You're a princess; you must have so much power. Why... didn't you change anything? Why do you let it keep happening?"
Starlight's mouth was suddenly very, very dry. "I..."
I tried. I tried so, so hard. I did nothing for ten years but try, and then it all fell apart, and then it fell apart even more, and I've been picking the pieces of myself up off the ground ever since and wondering which ones are still missing.
Her younger self's eyes--her eyes--bored into her, like a mirror that somehow stripped her of everything she'd learned in the past fifteen years. She could feel everything Young Starlight felt; in memory alone, but the emotions were still there. They would always be there.
How did she tell that to a foal? How did you tell a foal that what they wanted most in the world led to nothing but misery, pain, and death?
She opened her mouth to say something like I'm sorry--something nicely vague that would salvage disappointment and resentment, rather than horror and fear, from this conversation--but she couldn't say it. She couldn't. She couldn't let her former self go on feeling the way she did. Even if she only had this one day. She couldn't lie.
"I tried," she whispered. "I'm sorry."
Young Starlight looked down regretfully at the pain in her voice. "Yeah, well..." She sniffed. "It was a long shot. Getting rid of cutie marks."
"Not that," Starlight said. "I'm sorry you feel like this." Her younger self looked at her warily, having doubtless heard the same thing from every adult she knew, but Starlight had more to say. "I'm sorry you hurt so much that you can only see one end to it. I'm sorry you can't think of any of the things a foal your age should be thinking of, or care about the things they should care about. I'm sorry nopony knows how to help you. I'm sorry our dad--and he's sorry for it too--never knew what to do for you. I'm sorry for Sunburst, and all the ponies you couldn't be friends with, and, and... I'm sorry I ran away."
Young Starlight looked at her in confusion. "But... I didn't run away. I'm going home after this. Even if I don't really want to."
Starlight drew a deep breath. She knew she shouldn't be saying any of this--that it would only make things worse--but she couldn't look into the eyes of the pony in her life who'd suffered most from her decisions and remain silent. "But I did. I ran away. And I stayed alone for years. And I hurt so many ponies, so many ponies, trying to get what I wanted because I didn't understand that I was the problem. And they deserved better, but... so did you." At that moment, she felt as if she were two ponies; the one speaking, and the one listening with wide, confused, tearful eyes. She saw herself, and she saw her other self, and, without hesitation, she said what she'd never been able to admit until the sight before her left her no choice. "I should've been kinder to you. To myself. And I'm sorry."
The filly's jaw hung open. Starlight couldn't bring herself to look at her, but she could see it in the corner of her eye. She focused on the sound of the water, hoping it would bring her some amount of peace, but it was a whisper beside her own thoughts.
What was wrong with her? She'd known nothing good could come of time travel. She'd known; that's why she hadn't let herself do it until her ridiculous, over-emotional ego convinced her it would be better this time. And look how it'd gone. She'd failed to comfort a filly--the filly she should've had the easiest time comforting--and ranted about her own selfish past in her own selfish present. Just like she always did.
"I..." Young Starlight said in a small voice. "We hurt ponies?"
We. "No. I did. You're..." Starlight gestured hopelessly with a wing. "You're a foal. You haven't done anything wrong."
"Yet," said her younger self sharply.
Starlight winced. "...You don't know that." The lie rang hollow through the trees. "Your future is ahead of you. You could still--"
"No, I can't," Young Starlight interrupted. She pointed an accusing hoof at her future self. "You're from the future, but you obviously didn't have this happen to you. Based on every theory of time I've read, if you went home right now, you'd show up in a world nothing like yours. And you're a princess, so you've probably done something too important to mess with just to try and make me feel better." Her eyes narrowed. "You have to make me forget this. So I can do the same things you did."
Starlight's mouth hung open--partially in surprise, and partially in guilt.
Because of course she had to make her younger self forget this. It didn't matter if she ended up helping or not (which was a very uncertain prospect right now anyway)--she couldn't risk what might happen to Equestria if she gave an incredibly powerful filly knowledge of the future, or especially knowledge of time travel. Both of which she'd done.
So she'd erase her own memories. She could've done so with barely an effort even before she'd ascended; now, it would be like crossing out a line on a scroll. She'd give her the memories of the evening Starlight herself remembered having, and leave her to wake up, none the wiser, after the time spell pulled Starlight back to the future.
But her young self hadn't been supposed to learn that.
By now, Starlight had stood gaping more than long enough to confirm her guilt, so there was no sense in hiding it. "...Yes. I do."
Young Starlight let out a breath that sounded more like a hiss. "I knew it." Looking at the ground, she set her jaw, and Starlight heard an all-too-familiar whine emerge behind the sound of brook. Warily, she readied a shield spell.
But, to her surprise, the whine faded, along with Young Starlight's magical aura. When she looked up, she didn't look angry. Just tired. More tired than a filly her age ever deserved to. "Why come at all, then? Nothing you say will matter."
"That's not..." Starlight began. In a certain sense, it was true. But in another, stronger sense, it wasn't. "It won't change history, no. Or stop anything I did. Or help you as much as I wish so, so much that I could."
"Then why?" She'd asked before. Now, it held infinitely more weight.
Starlight looked into her own eyes. That was the question she'd grappled with every day since she'd realized that this was an option. It was the question that'd kept her up at night, woken her early in the morning, and kept her company at all hours of the day--and now her answer would be judged by the harshest critic she'd ever had. "Because it doesn't matter if I can't change history. You had a bad day. I thought you deserved a better one. And I know I'm not doing a very good job of it, but I couldn't know I could help, even a tiny bit, and not try."
Her younger self looked at her with huge, unreadable eyes.
Then, without seeming to even move, she was hugging Starlight, who tensed in shock. But, after she got over the surprise, she reached down and returned the favor.
"You're right," mumbled Young Starlight into her lilac chest fur. "You're doing a terrible job. But... everypony does a terrible job. At least you understand." She pulled away, looking determined. "If you're gonna wipe my memory no matter what, I want to know everything."
Starlight gulped, remembering what'd happened when she accidentally transferred a partial portion of her memories to Sunset Shimmer. Granted, that transfer had included emotions alongside memories, but still... "I'm... not sure that's a good--"
"You're me!" Young Starlight said indignantly. "How do you think you would feel if this happened?"
Exactly the same. Obviously. Even as an adult, the idea of having information withheld from her drove her mad. "That's fair, but--"
"Don't tell me I'm not old enough!" her younger self snapped. "Or that I'll understand when I'm a grown-up! You told me that nothing I want right now matters and that I do something awful for it! It's too late to not make me feel bad, so tell me what I want to know." Her glare retreated slightly, tempered by the automatic foalhood panic over having been rude to an adult. "...Please. If you really want me to have a better day."
In retrospect, Starlight thought, it may not have been wise to assume that she could so easily waltz into her own life and expect her to go along with her tidy plans to act as a mysterious-but-benevolent source of comfort. That sounded like something a normal, mentally-sound foal would do. Not her.
And it was equally foolish, perhaps, to have assumed that she would be capable of looking into her younger self's knowledge-starved eyes, knowing precisely the emotion she felt, and deny her the most precious thing in the world--particularly when, strictly speaking, there would be no lasting consequences.
But most foolish of all had been her expecting that she would be able to see her former self solely as herself. She'd imagined, as she meticulously planned this trip in her mind, that it would be like talking to a mirror, or her internal monologue. Or a recording. Or Trixie when she managed a voice mimicry spell. But it wasn't. Try as she might, she couldn't see the filly before her as anything but a separate pony--and while she could say no to herself a thousand times in a thousand ways, she could never do so to a foal who wanted her help.
...But, so long as she'd resigned herself to that fact, she might as well enjoy it. With a giddy thought to exactly how she would've felt to be graced with once-in-a-lifetime knowledge of the future, she allowed herself a conspiratorial grin. "Alright," she said. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
Young Starlight shook her head, eyes wide. "I won't!"
We'll see. Or, well, I'll see. On an impulse, Starlight magically lifted the filly onto her back, nestling her between her wings, and began walking in no particular direction. "So, I told you I ran away from home when staying with dad was finally too much. Or, you run away from home. I knew I needed to learn to control my magic, so I decided to look for the nearest university, which ended up being a long way north of here, and stowed away on the train..."
Over the next several hours, Starlight told her younger self everything.
Well, not everything. She left out the most... traumatic details. The agonized screams of the ponies whose cutie marks she removed, for example, were carefully omitted, as were the exact circumstances of the alternate timelines Twilight had seen and later described to her--and especially the one she herself had seen.
But the broad strokes were all there. She spoke of the decade she'd spent on her own; bouncing around Equestria, effortlessly qualifying for each institute of magical study she found and leaving each without announcement the instant it had nothing more to teach her. The 'friends' she told less and less about herself over the years, and how it was easier and easier to move on. The libraries she'd broken into, and the wizened old wizards she'd deceived and tricked and sweet-talked into divulging career-defining secrets. The increasing single-minded focus of her quest as she grew convinced that a world without cutie marks was really, truly possible. Young Starlight listened wide-eyed to every word, forelegs tight around her neck.
She spoke of the day she'd finally done it--removed, and then reluctantly replaced, the cutie mark of a terrified test subject who never saw her face--and how she'd frantically penned her manifesto in an ecstatic trance, all doubts and second thoughts accumulated over a decade of failures and setbacks burnt out of her mind in one victorious evening. Those few ponies who read it without dismissing it, and who followed her to the ends of Equestria to the desert she knew was the only place her new world could grow in peace.
She spoke--more fondly than she'd expected, or necessarily wanted--of the blissful excitement of the first year of her village, when ponies still believed in her and before she'd realized what it would cost to ensure their indefinite support.
Her younger self's grip tightened as she recounted that realization.
She spoke of the Elements' arrival, and of her fury and despair as the flimsiness of her new world was exposed. Her abandonment of her every ideal and starry-eyed goal in the face of a new all-consuming need for revenge. The hundreds upon hundreds of spells she'd learned, created, and perfected in the following months--through any means necessary.
She spoke of her plan, and the time loop, and the duel, and her surrender.
But most of all, she spoke of her friends.
The forest was dark, and the hour so late that it had swung around to being early again. A quick spell informed Starlight that 5 AM had just passed.
It was also the first lull in the conversation since her account had reached Ponyville.
Young Starlight had begun crying not long after Our Town, and had only become more inconsolable once the story had reached the Crystal Empire--and Sunburst. But eventually, she'd run out of tears, and begun instead to weep questions, which Starlight was only too happy to answer.
Yes, she really made up with Sunburst.
Yes, the Elements really had forgiven her.
Yes, she became an alicorn when she convinced a thousand-year-old shapeshifting monster to stop being evil.
Yes, she was dating a magician who spoke in the third person.
Yes, she was friends with Princess Celestia, and Nightmare Moon--though she didn't like to be called that anymore--and Princess Cadance, and the spirit of chaos, and another princess who hadn't ascended yet, and a biped from another dimension.
She'd described every aspect of her life in Ponyville, and every creature in it, forwards and backwards and repeatedly and every way in which her younger self begged to hear about it. And, when she'd done that, she did it again, until the filly on her back was emitting more yawns than questions and her wide eyes had drooped to thin slits.
But it was 5 AM. The sky was beginning to lighten to a dull grey. And they were nearly out of time.
"Tell me... Tell me..." Young Starlight yawned. "About Discord's girlfriend again. I still don't understand what she was."
Starlight chuckled. "I wasn't even there for that one. Trust me, I'm not all the way clear on it either."
"Then..." Yawn. "The time you and Sunburst saved the Crystal Empire. Does... Does he still like that game? Whassitcalled..."
"Dragon Pit? He does; I've said that three times now," Starlight said gently. "But... I think it's about time--"
Instantly, Young Starlight's eyes were the size of dinner plates again--bloodshot dinner plates. "No! No, no, please, just a bit longer? Please?"
Starlight's brow creased. She'd never brought her younger self home last night--which meant Firelight would be up at sunrise to look for his daughter, no matter how little he knew she wanted to see him. If he'd even slept at all. She was relatively confident that she could return her young self with no trouble, provided she replaced the memories of both her and her father--maybe with an adrenaline spell to hide the fatigue from missing a full night of sleep--but the longer she waited, the greater risk she took of her doting father raising an alarm. And the more ponies she needed to deceive, the greater the risk of changing something accidentally. They were running out of time.
But... She thought about how little the tired foal on her back had to look forward to the next day. The next week. The next month. The next fifteen years.
With an eye on the lightening horizon, she nodded. "Okay. But we're really running out of time. So... Choose carefully." With great reluctance, she began walking in the direction of the town.
Young Starlight was silent as she thought.
"Tell me..." she began eventually, in a small voice. Starlight felt her bury her face in her mane. "Tell me that... I'm going to be okay."
What else had she been doing for the past ten hours? "Well, you'll have a lot of friends to look out for you, and--"
"No, I know," Young Starlight mumbled. "Rationally, I know. I mean... Tell me things will work out. And I'll be okay. And... you know..." She trailed off, and swallowed.
Starlight's steps slowed. Carefully, she lifted her former self off her back and over her head with her wings, setting her down before her on wobbly, exhausted legs.
She didn't know. Not exactly. But... she could try.
So, for what she had a sinking feeling would be the last time, she wrapped her foreleg and wings around the filly, more tightly than she was sure she'd intended. "You're going to be okay."
There was a muffled sniff. "R-really?"
"Yes," said Starlight, and she didn't know who she was mad at, or why there was a lump in her throat, but she pushed through regardless. "I mean it. Everything is going to be fine." She stroked the filly's mane with a wingtip, because it felt like the right thing to do. "You'll be okay. It'll all be okay. Y-you'll..." A tear threatened to spill down her cheek. "You'll be happy. I promise."
Her younger self had found her tears. "I don't wanna forget this."
I don't want that either.
"I want to c-come with you. I don't care if it r-ruins the future. I don't wanna stay here... I don't... I..."
Starlight suppressed a sob. I want to take you with me too. For everypony you're going to hurt, but more than that, I really, really don't want to leave you.
"Please don't leave..." Young Starlight looked up at her with damp eyes. "P-please don't leave..."
Starlight didn't respond.
They both knew what she'd say.
Instead, she gently lifted the crying filly back onto her back, and secured her with a magical strap. She had an idea.
Young Starlight made a choked sound of surprise. "W-what are you..."
Starlight concentrated, and, in an instant, both of herselves were invisible, which prompted another gasp. "We're taking the scenic route."
And, with a beat of her wings, she took off.
The flight was short; the town was barely a mile away. And it was freezing, and probably more than a little nerve-wracking for the as-yet-flightless unicorn sitting on an invisible mount nearly a thousand feet in the air. But when they finally rose above the horizon and Starlight squinted to see the sunrise explode into view, it was worth it.
And when she allowed herself the indulgence of a spell to reflect the awed expression of her younger self into her mind, it was worth it.
And when she landed to see that the filly's tears had dried--temporarily or not--it was worth it.
And when that same filly looked at her without a trace of resentment, even as the light from the spell which was about to erase every positive memory she'd formed in the past several months danced across her face, and said "You were wrong; you did give me a good day" before she passed into unconsciousness, it was worth it. It was all worth it.
Starlight landed with trembling legs on the floor of the throne room. Behind her, the time spell clicked and clacked itself out of existence. There was no enormous flash of light or broken map this time; she'd revised the spell slightly since her last trip.
Just as she'd expected, the door burst open seconds later, and Twilight skidded into the room, a barely-awake Spike on her back. "Starlight! What in Equestria are you--"
She stopped, concerned expression finding a new target in Starlight's face. "...Are you okay?"
Starlight lifted a hoof to wipe her tired eyes. She was smiling--she wasn't even sure that it was entirely a lie--but her hoof came away wet with tears nonetheless.
Was she okay?
Unbidden, a question flitted into her mind. One of the first questions her younger self had asked, upon the initial completion of her story:
Are you happy?
She'd answered yes, of course; what else could she have said? But she'd known it was more complicated than that. It was always more complicated than that.
Then again...
The memory of Young Starlight's incredulous joy upon hearing about her reunion with Sunburst drifted through Starlight's head. Then that of her questions. And then her laughter, and her tears, and her curiosity, and her stubborn, anxious insistence upon hearing every part of a future she knew she couldn't change. Her smile when she saw the sunrise.
For that filly... Starlight could try to be happy.
"I'm okay," she said.
And she was. |
The Tiniest Changes | Cozy Glow, Part Three | "So. How's it... going?"
Twilight sat on the rooftop of the Castle of Friendship, in a tacky lounge chair which matched Starlight's own. It was a beautiful day; when Twilight had suggested the pair take a few hours (which, knowing the schedule of both alicorns, was unlikely to mean more than thirty minutes, but it was the thought that counted) to relax in the sun, Starlight had been unable to bring herself to argue.
Unfortunately, given what she'd spent the past week doing, it took very little time for the relaxation to become a pretense for... Well, the only topic of discussion there could possibly be.
"It's..." Starlight began. She shifted in her chair, using a quick spell to adjust the tint of her sunglasses. How was it going?
For the past eight days, she'd done very little but talk to Cozy Glow--the ache in her throat could attest to that. True to her word, she'd answered nearly every question the filly had posed to her. Her past, her present, her thoughts, her feelings, what she understood of her motives, and everything in between. It was, she thought, a little like her journey to the past to speak with herself--only this time, she was talking a pony with the potential to destroy... all of... Equestria...
Hmm. Well, maybe it was a lot like that.
Either way, there were elements of the relationship, if it could be called such a thing, which she was happy with. Cozy was an excellent listener when she wished to be, and, try as she might, she couldn't hide how eager she was to absorb every drop of information Starlight could provide her. And, unlike with her past self, Starlight didn't need to leave out any of the less pleasant details.
In return, Cozy had begun to talk herself. She wasn't nearly so revealing; even after more than a week, Starlight didn't know where she'd grown up. But she talked, and she didn't entirely affect every minute detail of her speech and facial expressions, and she occasionally went entire minutes without cheerily-delivered death threats, so, as far as Starlight was concerned, it was a victory.
Unfortunately, she was acutely aware that it was a partial one. As shakily amicable a relationship she'd managed to establish with the marechiavelian filly, and as stable as she could foresee that relationship eventually becoming, the fact remained that Cozy now knew more about Starlight's past, present, feelings, and motives (what of her own motives Starlight could even deduce, anyway) than anypony else in Equestria, including Sunburst and Trixie, while Starlight in turn had learned...
Well, it wasn't as if she'd learned nothing. Cozy detested tea, for one. Great. You're practically ready to hoof her a diploma. She slept eerily stilly. She had immaculate mouthwriting. She had a frightening sadistic streak, and frequently asked Starlight to recount her more fraught experiences over and over again--or maybe that was just another way to make her uncomfortable--with a grin that looked wildly dissonant alongside descriptions of screaming ponies and hazardous magical experiments. She had a sweet tooth to rival Pinkie's. Her sense of humor was either affected or indecipherably inconsistent. And she had a severe caffeine addiction.
But in terms of things that could guide Starlight towards actually helping her? Nothing.
Something about her approach wasn't working; wasn't enough. She'd known it wouldn't be enough, of course--this was just a start--but she was increasingly convinced it was a false start. And now, if she was right, she had placed herself in an incredibly vulnerable position in exchange for very little. She hated to think about her student in such utilitarian terms, but it was difficult not to when she knew that Cozy herself was doubtless doing the same at that very moment.
She needed a new plan--a real plan, not a stopgap measure to foster communication. She had communication. That wasn't enough. So what would be?
Right. She hadn't answered the question at hoof.
"...Going," she finished lamely.
Twilight grimaced. "Is it really that bad?"
"No! It's..." Starlight caught herself preparing to embark on another lengthy and introspective monologue, and, with some effort, stopped herself. "It's okay. Not great. But okay." She stared at the fountain on the roof--made permanent by a few alterations to her initial water transportation spell. "I'm sorry I've been so busy this past week."
"Starlight!" Twilight said reproachfully. "You're busy for a good reason! And and important one." She sighed. "Busy doing my job for me."
"Twilight!" said Starlight, in exactly the same tone of disagreement. She flopped onto her other side in the beach chair to face her old teacher. "You shouldn't say that."
"Why not? It's true."
Perhaps Starlight would've been bothered by Twilight's self-deprecation, in another world. Fortunately, in this one, she was the far worse culprit, and was in the furthest position from judgment. "Look," she argued. "You still do... you know, friendship stuff, all the time. And a lot of that is what I do too! Are you doing my job for me when the Map calls you?"
"Well... no." Twilight had the familiar 'I feel guilty but I'm not making a good enough case for it' frown on. "It's just... It should've been my job. Er, not that you don't deserve it or won't do a good job, obviously! But Cozy was my student, and my responsibility, and you shouldn't have had to show me what the right thing to do was, and how I was letting my personal biases cloud my judgment. With Celestia and Luna, or with our friends." She waved a hoof limply. "I feel like... I know Empathy and Friendship overlap, but sometimes it feels like you'd be better at my job than I am."
Starlight winced. "Yeah... Don't give me too much credit there."
Twilight sat up on her haunches, confused. "Why not? You were the only one who stood up for Cozy the day after we stopped her. You prevented us from making what might've been a huge mistake! And you were absolutely right to point out that we weren't in a position to--"
"That's... kind of what I meant," said Starlight. "I don't think I'm any less biased than you were." Twilight tilted her head curiously, so she continued. "I was Cozy's counselor at the school. I wasn't responsible for teaching her how to be a good friend, but I was responsible for her well-being, and... based off some of the things she's said, especially while she had me trapped, I don't think I did a very good job."
Understanding dawned on Twilight's face. "You want to make up for your mistakes?"
"Yes," Starlight confirmed. "I know it's not exactly what everyone else is concerned about right now, and, well, maybe I shouldn't be either, but I can't help but feel like she's as much of a victim here as we are. And... I guess I want a second chance. Almost as much as I want to give her one."
It was the first time she'd admitted it aloud. She'd expected it to feel awkward--like every time she expressed her own feelings to a pony with a substantial right to disagree--but, instead, she felt... assured. As if she was doing the right thing, for once. It was a novel sensation.
And suddenly, she had a realization. She knew what she was missing with Cozy Glow.
Twilight had her mouth open, and was presumably about to deliver some endearingly wise and erudite speech about how biases that compel ponies to act on behalf of others were an inescapable part of being alive (or else she was yawning), but Starlight couldn't wait to voice her revelation. "I think I've got it."
Twilight blinked mid-speech-and/or-yawn. "Huh?"
"I don't need to teach her," Starlight muttered, half to herself. "That's not the problem. She knows everything already. Starlight, you dunce."
"What?"
"She's not like me, or my past self, or Tempest or Chrysalis or anycreature else. I was looking at it too much like--"
"I can't help but feel slightly left out here!" Twilight said very loudly.
Starlight blinked. "Right. Sorry. But I figured out what I've been doing wrong."
"It... sounded to me like you've been doing the best you--"
"No, listen!" Starlight teleported to her feet, too impatient to take the time to stand up. There was pacing to be done. Twilight would understand. "What was the problem I had when you brought me back from Cloudsdale?"
Twilight assumed the posture of a dutiful student and thought about the question. It was part of their thinking process. "Trauma?"
"Well, yeah, but why did you need to teach me?"
"Because..." Twilight began, before her eyes widened in understanding. "You didn't understand how to make friends again after so long."
"Or basic ethics," Starlight muttered. "But yes! Bingo!"
"'Bingo'?"
"I didn't understand friendship. Neither did Sunset, or Tempest, or Discord, or anycreature, really! Maybe Chrysalis, but she had a whole different way of life in her old hive, so she still had to adjust."
She levitated herself over the fountain which had the gall to get in her way and immediately resumed pacing. "But Cozy's different. She understands friendship better than most adults; she passed all of your classes with full marks. Faust, she helped write some of them! She knows exactly how non-evil ponies behave, and chooses not to do that. So I can't be her teacher. Not like you were with me."
Twilight nodded, wings ruffling thoughtfully. "You're right. She doesn't need information, she needs..." She frowned. "...I have no idea. How would you--"
But Starlight's epiphany had had the foresight to include this too. "I can't teach her, because she knows everything, which means that not knowing about friendship isn't why she's... Well, you know, which means that something else is the reason she needs to be in control all the time." Starlight spun on her hooves as she reached the edge of the castle roof without missing a beat. "And the reason she thinks of everypony else like chess pieces, and isn't comfortable being herself, and thinks other ponies are stupid for not taking advantage of every social interaction to manipulate others, and everything! She can't stand not being in charge, not for a second, because she's used to relying entirely on herself, I don't know why, maybe somepony took advantage of her in the past or maybe she's just been alone for too long, but whatever it is it means that if she's ever going to get better she needs to have somepony else to depend on, actually depend on, and since there aren't any other ponies who know about this and because honestly it was my job in the first place that pony has to be me!" She stopped pacing, mildly out of breath. "I can't be her teacher. I need to be her counselor, or her guardian, or her... something. I need to be there for her. That's the only way she's going to be able to change." She saw Twilight staring at her. "What?"
Twilight glanced downward. Starlight's eyes followed. She was standing in the fountain.
Ah. She teleported back onto the rooftop proper and blow-dried her legs with a quick spell. "Oops. I got caught up in the moment. But do you see what I mean? I mean, I'm right, aren't I?" She looked eagerly at Twilight.
Her former mentor's brows were knit tightly enough to make an unusually waterproof cardigan. "I... think you just might be."
Starlight let out a relieved breath.
"I'm not sure," continued Twilight quickly. "And... To be entirely honest, this seems like it'll put you at even more risk than where you already are."
"I know," Starlight said. "I promise I do, but I really think--"
"But," interrupted Twilight with a smile, "I think you should do what you feel is right. As much as it means to me that you want my approval--and you have it, now and always--Cozy is in your care, not mine, and you're as much a Princess as I am. And, more than that, you're my friend. I trust you."
Starlight blushed, and felt the usual lump in her throat that came at affirmations like that no matter how many times Twilight repeated them. She was aware of the irony; she couldn't help but find Twilight's reverence of the alicorn sisters foalish (if endearingly so), but she hung off Twilight's every word as if she ruled the world, nevermind Equestria. "...Thanks. I'll believe it when you say that, one of these days."
"You already do, or you wouldn't have stood up to us last week," said Twilight. "You just forget sometimes. Not that I can blame you. I mean, you've met me."
"I guess you're right," Starlight admitted. The urge to pace having been temporarily satiated, she sat back in the lounge chair. "Anyway... I really do think this is it."
"That Cozy needs... a safe space?" Twilight said. To her credit, none of her skepticism showed on her face. Or perhaps, as unlikely as it was, she didn't feel any in the first place.
"Yeah, but... more than that." Starlight thought back to her trip to the past. It had been a harrowing experience for a number of reasons (though she didn't regret it for an instant), but high on the list had been seeing, with her own, present eyes, exactly how alone her younger self was. It was worth it, in the end, but... it had brought out a protective instinct Starlight had barely known she had. And with Cozy, she didn't have the comfort of knowing that it would all work out in the end. "She's a filly. I mean, she's a lot, but in the end... She's ten, did you know that?" It was a rhetorical question, but Twilight shook her head anyway. "I did a quick scan a few days ago when she lied about being sick, and can more or less tell her age from her bone health. She's ten years old."
"Celestia..." Twilight muttered, mirroring Starlight's own feelings on the matter.
"Exactly. We can't... I can't treat her like an adult." Starlight swallowed. "I just can't, for one--no matter how hard I try--but even if I could, it'd be... wrong. She's a genius, and she's had to grow up more quickly than anypony ever should, but... Think about what it'd be like to be doing the kind of things she's done at her age. It took me longer than it should've; I was too focused on why she was doing them. But I've thought about it now. She's been living on her own. She didn't have a single creature she could talk to face-to-face without lying until a week ago. She didn't--still doesn't--have anycreature but a thousand-year-old pony-hating centaur who supports the things she's trying to devote her life to." Starlight felt ridiculous, and even guilty, for thinking about it that way; a significant part of her mind insisted that to think of Cozy so sympathetically was to ignore the critical context of exactly what she'd done. Fortunately, an even more significant part knew better--and, from her expression, so did Twilight.
"I need... I want better than that for her," Starlight continued softly. "She deserves somepony who cares about her, no matter what she does. Everypony deserves that. And maybe then... she won't have to think the way she does anymore."
"And you think you can be that pony?" asked Twilight. There wasn't a hint of judgment in the question.
Starlight spread her wings. "Well, Harmony, or whoever, gave me these for a reason. I think I can try."
Barely an hour later, Starlight knocked on Cozy Glow's door.
"You're late!" rang a muffled, irritated voice.
She was; she'd needed at least a few minutes to marinate on her epiphany before jumping into things. She was rash, but she wasn't that rash. At least, not today.
Carrying a plate of croissants in her aura, she opened the door and entered. Cozy was in her usual position at the desk, and glared at her as she entered. "You said we could talk about your spellcrafting today! Where have you been?"
Starlight set the croissants on the desk. "I'm sorry, Cozy. I had... some thinking to do."
She'd hoped, foolishly, that her earlier resolution would suddenly reveal a clear and obvious path forward. Unfortunately, it turned out that vagueness, whether it was correct or not, remained vague, and she would need significantly more time if she was going to decide what it actually meant for her to be Cozy's... whatever she needed.
But she at least had somewhere to start. So, rather than taking her typical seat in the armchair in the corner, she stood by the desk.
Cozy narrowed her eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked suspiciously.
Starlight swallowed nervously. The amount of emotion Cozy could put into her eyes was enough to overcome the logical knowledge that she had absolutely no power in the present situation. But, on that note... "I'm sorry," Starlight said.
Cozy blinked, and turned fully away from her desk. "What?"
It was a sincere apology--but also a sympathetic one, an understanding one, and, Starlight hoped, a reconciliatory one. She knew, though, that explaining any of that to Cozy would do nothing right now but provoke more irritation, so she plunged onward. "What do you want to do today?"
Cozy floated into the air like a bumblebee and alit on her bed, suspicion intensifying. "I told you already. I want to talk about how you create your spells. There are almost no books on original spellcraft, and just because I'm a pegasus doesn't mean I can't learn about--"
"No, I mean... In general. Out of anything," Starlight said. She pointed a wing to the door.
The door which remained open.
"You're my student," continued Starlight, as Cozy's eyes widened even beyond their usual enormous size. "You're going to be living with us, at least for now, and I'm not going to keep you in here. You can go anywhere in the castle you like."
Ideally, she could do better. If Cozy was going to feel comfortable, being confined in one building, even a bizarrely larger-on-the-inside building like the Castle of Friendship, wouldn't be much better than a single room. Unfortunately, thanks to the excited stories of their foals who attended the School of Friendship, almost every creature in town would recognize Cozy on sight. And while Starlight had briefly considered offering her a disguise spell... even she could admit that Cozy might not be ready for that.
After a long, long pause, Cozy's face suddenly smoothed over, as if she'd all at once regained control of her face--to most ponies, it would've looked like she'd calmed down, but Starlight knew the opposite was true. That was Cozy's 'You are getting no more information out of me' smile. "Aaaaand?" she asked.
Starlight shifted uncomfortably. She'd fallen into a habit of communicating with the filly in as factual a manner as possible--sure, she talked about her own emotions, but only in an analytical sense, and Cozy's certainly never entered into it. It had allowed her the luxury of forgetting exactly how distrustful Cozy was of anypony other than herself, and a pang struck her heart at the reminder. This is why I have to do this. "And what? I promise I'm not trying to trick you."
"I know that. You can't lie for beans anymore," Cozy said cheerily. "And what's the catch? You're not going to let me wander around the castle myself. You're not that stupid. So, what spells do you have this time? What do you get out of this?"
Starlight blinked. "Actually, that's exactly what I'm going to do." She stepped back to the doorway and poked a wing through it. "There's no catch. You can leave right now if you want."
Cozy's eyes narrowed nigh-imperceptibly. "I don't believe you."
Once again, Starlight was struck by the resemblance to her younger self. The colors of their coats were even similar. "Why would I be lying about this?"
"Oh, it doesn't really matter if you're lying." Cozy's smile looked as though she were holding the expression at gunpoint. "But the more freedom you give me, the less time until you stop pretending. No thanks. I'll stay here."
"...Pretending?"
The smile broke. "You can't be this ignorant."
Starlight grinned weakly. "Try me."
Cozy took off from the bed, wings buzzing with an irritation that matched her face, and hovered barely a foot from Starlight's face. "You. Can. Do. Whatever. You. Want." Starlight had enough experience with the filly by now not to jump back or teleport away--she was physically harmless, after all--but it was a close matter. "You can make me do whatever you want. You can send me back in time. You can read my mind. You could make me walk off a cliff with my wings tied and I'd never stop smiling." She landed, glaring, on the floor. Her head barely reached above Starlight's legs. "You act like you can't, but I'm not going to forget, so you can stop wasting your effort."
Starlight's train of thought screeched to a halt. She could... Of course she could, she could always do that, but that didn't mean... Had Cozy been thinking about this the whole week?
Of course she had. Buck.
"Is that why you've been going along with our deal?" Starlight asked gently.
Uncertainty flickered across Cozy's face. "You know it was."
No. I should've. But I didn't. "I promise I didn't." Hesitantly, Starlight walked back into the room; Cozy didn't protest. "Do you think I'd mind control you?"
"Of course not," scoffed Cozy. "You're a pathetic sap who ignores her own strategic instincts. But you might. Or you might borrow your pen pal's magic rock and read my thoughts. And I'm not going to risk the only thing I have left on might. You gave me a deal. My only move is to play along. In real life, you win. Every single time. So I'll keep the game, thank you very much."
For the hundredth time, Starlight wondered in disturbed awe at what a life Cozy must have lived, to think as she did.
How did she break through that?
How did she show a filly that she shouldn't have to be in control all the time?
And, more immediately... "Cozy, I would never, ever influence your mind. I promise." For the briefest of instants, she hesitated--that was an enormous promise to make--but she swiftly found that she meant every word. "Is there any way I can show you I'm not lying?"
"Of course not." Cozy huffed, looking down. "Why in Equestria would I trust you? I'm not your friend. And you sure don't trust me. Nopony with a brain would."
"Trust isn't..." Starlight ran through possible responses like Twilight sorting her color-coded flash cards. She could argue that trust was a strategic decision--a risk accepted in exchange for happiness--but the consequentialist mindset that would lead to Cozy's agreement was the problem in the first place. She could say that trust was illogical but necessary, but that wouldn't appeal to her at all. She could say that trust was normal, but what about Cozy was normal?
There was nothing. Not right now. Someday, she would earn Cozy Glow's trust--she swore it on everything she held dear.
But, for now, she would be patient. "Okay. I understand."
Cozy sighed with the exasperated relief of one who had won an argument by attrition alone.
"But, you have to admit..." Starlight wheedled. "If you don't trust me, and there really is no reason for me to play along... You don't lose anything by telling me what you want to do today, or by leaving this room. Like you said, if I wanted to... mind control you"--she winced at the mere sound of the words--"I could. Our deal wouldn't prevent that. If you don't think the patterns of my behavior are enough to stop me, the rules of our agreement wouldn't be either."
Cozy frowned, and opened her mouth to argue. Apparently finding herself unable, she closed it again. The process repeated several times.
Finally, she appeared to deflate, and mumbled, "I wanna play chess."
Starlight narrowly resisted the urge to jump up and down elatedly.
"In the library." Cozy refused to make eye contact. "And I don't wanna see Twilight. I don't want to see you, but I need somepony to play with if you're not gonna let me write to Tirek. You're white. Come on."
For the briefest of instants, Cozy's leg paused as she stepped over the threshold of her room.
Then, she and her customary glare set off to the library, a grinning Starlight in her wake. |
How to be Happy | pre | "I don't know..."
"For me?" Marble asked.
"That's not fair." Pinkamena pouted. "You know I can't say no to you."
"Too bad." Marble stuck out her tongue playfully, then trotted over to Spitfire, who shielded her from the rain with an outstretched wing. "Love you, Pinkamena. See you soon."
"Love you, too," Pinkamena replied quietly.
"Oh, yeah," Spitfire added, "they said to tell you they were going back to the cottage. They didn't wanna get stuck out in the rain."
With that, Spitfire hopped into the air and grabbed Marble before speeding off into the clouds.
Once they were out of sight, Pinkamena sighed and looked down at the muddy ground. "The cottage..." She shook her head and stepped out into the rain. "Fine."
Pinkamena trudged slowly through the empty streets of Ponyville. She ignored the rain, didn't bother to avoid puddles, and let the world pelt her with whatever it pleased. Mud sprayed at her legs, leaves flew into her mane, and more than once she absentmindedly scratched at an itchy spot on a leg or her face and covered herself with streaks of grime.
As she walked, she dwelled on Marble's words. On what she wants. On what she meant when she said she wanted to be Pinkie again.
She shook her head. "Stupid," she grumbled under her breath.
Soon enough the uniformly packed homes of Ponyville started to drop off, and Pinkamena found herself at the edge of town. The roads were a lot worse out there, far less traveled and thus much looser, and the lack of buildings meant there was nothing blocking the dirt from the onslaught of rain. It took only a few steps for the ground to change under her, to stop being solid. Her hooves sank several inches into the mud with every step, and they made wet pops as she pulled them free of the grip of earth.
Luckily, it wasn't a terribly long walk through this part of town. Fluttershy's old cottage was outside Ponyville, yes, but it wasn't that far out. A few minutes' walk from the outskirts on a nice day, and no more than ten in even the worst weather.
With nothing to occupy her thoughts, it still felt like an eternity of travel, but soon enough Pinkamena turned onto the long, winding slope that led up to the cottage. She could see the hoofprints from the other two pressed cleanly into the deep mud, and couldn't help but notice how close the sets of hooves were.
She pushed the thought from her mind as she pushed her hooves up the slope. It wasn't steep by any means, but the slippery ground made it a struggle nonetheless. Just the few feet up to the front door felt like a mountain, and all she could do was watch the door slowly come closer to her as she walked.
She was almost at the top when she made a misstep. Her hoof came down on an edge of the path that was raised up off the ground around it, and the unexpected lack of ground made her ankle twist awkwardly underneath her. Her leg buckled, and in her efforts to keep from hurting herself, she wound up slipping and tumbling down the hillside.
It wound up as less of a tumble and more of a skid as she landed on her side and dug into the soft dirt. A wide, shallow groove marked her path as she fell down the slope and came to rest on another piece of the path, where it wound back on itself.
When she came to a rest, Pinkamena didn't move. She wasn't hurt, and she hadn't fallen far, but she still felt tears threatening to well up.
"Stupid Pinkamena," she mumbled to herself. She tried to wipe an eye with the back of one of her legs, but flinched when it stung badly thanks to the mud. "Can't even walk up a hill right."
After a moment she finally gathered up the strength to move, and she pushed herself back to her hooves. Her entire side was dark and slick with wet earth, but she ignored it and pushed herself up the hill once again.
She couldn't be sure thanks to the rain, but she thought she felt tears fall down her cheek as she finally walked up to the door. She almost walked right in, but as she reached out her hoof she changed her mind and knocked quietly.
Wind and rain assaulted her from behind as she stood in silence and waited.
After a minute, Fluttershy opened the door. "Hel--" She gasped when she saw the state Pinkamena was in, and immediately stretched a wing around her and pulled her inside. "Oh, no, what happened?"
Pinkamena sniffed and shrugged. She didn't walk in any further than she was pushed.
Fluttershy clicked the door shut and hurried over to a closet to grab a stack of towels. She dropped all but one on the floor in front of Pinkamena, then started using the one she kept to wipe the grime from her face.
"Why didn't you just come inside?" Fluttershy frowned deeply. "You don't need to knock."
Pinkamena dodged the question. "Where's Pinkie?"
"She's taking a nap," Fluttershy said. "Today was hard on all of us."
Pinkamena whined. "I... I hurt her, didn't I?"
"I..." Fluttershy sighed. "Yes, Pinkamena, you did. Neither of us are upset with you, we know you didn't mean to, but she was hit hard by the things you said."
"I'm..."
"You can apologize when she wakes up," Fluttershy said. "For now, you should really go get cleaned up."
Pinkamena nodded and picked up one of the towels, then made her way to the bathroom without saying anything else.
After the door was shut, Fluttershy let out a long sigh and walked into the kitchen. She rinsed herself off quickly, then busied herself with making tea.
As she waited for the water to boil, she looked absentmindedly out the window. Somewhere in the distance, a lightning strike lit up the sky. The kettle started to whistle before she could hear the thunder.
She poured the tea into mugs for herself and Pinkamena, then poured just the right amount of sugar into her own. She hesitated before Pinkamena's, though, and ultimately decided to let her decide for herself how much she wanted.
Then she sat at the little kitchen table that sat against the window and waited.
A very damp Pinkamena emerged from the bathroom around the same time that the tea was getting cool enough to drink comfortably. Fluttershy caught her eye and waved for her to come and sit at the table, so Pinkamena did.
"I wasn't sure how much sugar you'd want." Fluttershy gestured at the cup of tea as Pinkamena got comfortable.
Pinkamena took a small sip to test it, then shrugged. "This is fine, I guess."
Fluttershy nodded. "Did the bath help?"
"Not really."
"Mm..." Fluttershy reached out and rubbed Pinkamena's leg tenderly. "What's on your mind?"
"I don't think I should say."
Fluttershy tilted her head. "Why not?"
"You'd hate me."
"I'd never hate you," Fluttershy told her. "You're not capable of doing anything that would make me hate you."
Pinkamena tapped her hoof on the table, then shook her head. "I shouldn't have even brought it up."
"You don't have to tell me if you really don't want to."
Pinkamena looked at the floor and stopped tapping. "...Fine."
"Fine?"
"Mm." Pinkamena kept her gaze firmly away from Fluttershy. "Just forget about it."
"Pinkamena, something's clearly bothering you," Fluttershy said. "I promise, it's okay to tell me. I'm--"
"Do you still love me?"
Fluttershy blinked. "O-Of course I do, Pinkamena, you're--"
"Like, really love me," Pinkamena said. "I mean, obviously you still care about me, but I'm not Pinkie. Do you love me? Or do you just want me to be 'happy?'"
"I--" Fluttershy gulped anxiously. "I do love you. Really."
Pinkamena made a frustrated noise and clutched her head. "Please don't lie to me, Fluttershy. Please. I need to be able to trust you, at least. My brain isn't letting me trust anypony else."
"I'm not lying, Pinkamena, I promise."
"Then why'd you look so scared? Why does it feel like you don't actually wanna say you love me?"
"Because..." Fluttershy clutched her legs to her chest and looked blankly out the window. "Because Pinkie's still here. It feels like I'm betraying her."
"Pinkie would be fine with you having feelings for another pony."
"But that's different," Fluttershy said. "That would happen over time, and we'd talk about it. This just... It just happened. Pinkie never said it was okay." Fluttershy put her hooves to her chest and took a deep, raspy breath. "I... We just need to talk about it when she's awake. All of us."
Pinkamena nodded. "I'm... Sorry, for making things so hard for you."
Fluttershy shook her head. "It's not your fault."
"Mm..."
"Pinkamena?" Fluttershy reached out and lightly touched Pinkamena's hoof, which made her jump.
"Huh?"
"Is that what was on your mind? What you thought I'd hate you for?"
"Oh. I..." Pinkamena pulled her hoof away from Fluttershy's. "No, it wasn't."
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"I..." She trailed off without saying anything.
"You can tell me. I promise I won't be upset."
"You can't promise that."
"I can," Fluttershy said, "because I know I won't."
Pinkamena took a deep breath. "You, um... You said that you weren't upset that I hurt Pinkie."
Fluttershy nodded quietly.
"Because I didn't... Mean to..."
Fluttershy nodded again, more slowly this time.
"But I think... I might have wanted to." Pinkamena shrank in on herself as she spoke. "I think I wanted to know if she could still hurt without me."
They were both silent for a long moment. Fluttershy looked almost emotionless as she studied Pinkamena, taking in what she had said.
Finally, Fluttershy broke the pause and reached out. "Pinkamena--"
Before she could say anything, they both heard the front door open and then quickly slam shut. By the time either of them looked over, the living room was empty.
Fluttershy shot out of her seat. "P-Pinkie?" She threw the door open just in time to see a pink shape in the distance run onto a side path and disappear. "Pinkie!" She yelled out into the storm, but she quickly realized how pointless that was and flew off into the rain.
Pinkamena was left sitting at the table and staring at the open front door. "She..."
Pinkamena sniffed and wiped an eye as she started to tear up.
"She didn't even care." |
How to be Happy | Chapter 4: Silence and Uproar | "Pinkie, wait!"
Fluttershy swooped down in front of Pinkie and skidded to a stop in the middle of the street. Pinkie nearly slammed right into her, but managed to stop herself just in time.
"Why'd you follow me?" Pinkie couldn't bring herself to look at Fluttershy, and instead looked down at their hooves.
"Pinkie, you can't just run off like that! What's going on?" Fluttershy stepped forward, wiped the mud covering her hoof onto her other leg, and then reached up to pull Pinkie's gaze to her.
"What do you mean, what's going on? You heard her!" Pinkie tensed up more and more as she spoke. "She wanted to hurt me!"
"She's..." Fluttershy shook her head. "I'm not saying that's okay, but you know how you could get when it got really bad."
"I--" Pinkie looked away and got much quieter. "I was getting better, though."
"You were," Fluttershy agreed, "but she's... It's bad, Pinkie."
Lightning flashed in the sky overhead.
"I never thought I actually hated myself."
"I don't think she hates you."
"She does! She thinks she's gonna feel that way forever, and it's my fault!"
"It's not your fault, Pinkie."
"It is, though." Pinkie sniffed and scratched anxiously at one of her legs. "She'll never be happy again cuz I stole all the happy away from her."
"Happiness doesn't work like that," Fluttershy told her. "We don't know that--"
Pinkie interrupted her. "Come on, Fluttershy, don't be stupid."
Thunder boomed from somewhere far away.
As soon as the word left her mouth, Pinkie gasped and covered it with a hoof. Her ears drooped as she watched Fluttershy flinch away from the harshness in her voice.
"I-I didn't mean it," Pinkie whimpered through her hoof. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--"
"It's okay, Pinkie," Fluttershy said. She was staying calm, but she was noticeably quieter than before. "We're all stressed. Please, just come back to the house so we can all sleep and cool down without worrying about each other. This will all be easier in the morning."
"I..." Pinkie looked down at the ground and shrank away from Fluttershy. "Mm-hm."
Neither of them talked as they walked back to the cottage. They moved slowly, not because they wanted to stay out but because neither of them could bring themselves to break pace and speed up. Every so often Fluttershy tried to move closer to Pinkie, to cover her with a wing or make some other kind gesture, but every time Pinkie shied away.
They walked into the house soaked and muddy, and Fluttershy was suddenly very thankful that she'd forgotten to put the towels away. They dried themselves off in silence as the storm raged outside.
Pinkamena had fallen asleep on the sofa. Every few minutes she'd shiver or let out a little cry, so Fluttershy dug out a spare blanket and laid it gingerly over her. Then Pinkie and Fluttershy got ready for bed themselves.
As they stood in Fluttershy's bedroom a few minutes later, Pinkie hesitated.
"Um..." She whispered as quietly as she could.
Fluttershy looked over at her with a worried expression. "Hm?"
"I think... I think I'm gonna go sleep in the chair out in the living room."
Fluttershy let out a sad hum. "You don't have to do that, Pinkie."
"I know," Pinkie replied, "I just... I wanna be alone for a bit."
"You sure?"
Pinkie nodded.
"Alright," Fluttershy said. She leaned forward and kissed Pinkie on the cheek. "I love you."
"I love you too..." Pinkie couldn't bring herself to look at Fluttershy, and so instead turned towards the door. "Goodnight, Fluttershy."
"Mm-hm," Fluttershy replied. "Sleep well."
Pinkie stepped out into the dark living room and shut the door quietly behind her. At this point, the only light was from outside, and with the weather as it was, that was very little. She made her way by touch over to a closet where they kept spare blankets, occasionally aided on her path by a bolt of lightning that lit the room, and then crawled into the big, deep armchair and curled up. She pulled the blanket over her head and, before long, drifted off into a fitful slumber.
Her dreams brought her someplace bleak but familiar. The hard-packed earth under her hooves was gray, which was matched by the gray rocks that towered around her, and the gray wood of the walls that made up her childhood home. Even the sky was mostly without color, marked only by a far-off gash of desaturated pink that tore into it like a fresh wound.
As she walked towards her home, it seemed to grow wildly in front of her, and before long it was just as big as she remembered it being when she was a filly.
The door opened as she walked up to it. Behind it stood her big sister, now a full-grown adult.
"Limestone?" Pinkie asked. Her voice came out tiny and shrill.
"What are you doing here?" Limestone gave her a disgusted look. "You hate us, remember?"
"W-What? I don't hate you!" Pinkie whined pitifully. "Why would you think that?"
"Our real sister told us the truth." Limestone moved to the side, and past her Pinkie could see Pinkamena at the kitchen table, just as young as she was, sitting with her head in her hooves.
"No..." Pinkie started to tear up. "That's not true! I don't hate you, why would she say that?" She tried to run inside, but Limestone stopped her with an outstretched leg, so she just called out. "Why, Pinkamena?"
Inside, Pinkamena jumped at hearing her name and looked towards the door. When she saw Pinkie, her eyes went wide and she scrambled out of her chair. "Pinkie! Pinkie, please, I--"
Before she could say anything more, Limestone slammed the door in Pinkie's face.
"Wait, no!" Pinkie pounded on the door desperately. "Please, I don't hate you!"
She heard no reply, though, and was left crying at the doorstep.
On the other side of the door, things were different. The house was dark, lit only by the light that came in through the windows, but it was also full of noise. Maud could be heard writing furiously into her diary, Marble's soft cries echoed out of her room and through the home, and the thin walls did nothing to stop the arguments of Ma and Pa as they fought over which daughter to keep.
Pinkamena heard all of this, and now she could hear Pinkie, too, pounding on the door and begging to be let inside.
"Pinkie, please, it's not true!" Pinkamena tried yelling and pounding back, but Pinkie couldn't seem to hear her. "I would never say that!" She tried to jump up and open the door, but the handle was just out of her reach.
"Just leave her there," Limestone said coldly. "Let her cry, it'll never be as bad as what she did to our family."
"How can you say that?" Pinkamena tried to shove Limestone, but the much bigger pony didn't move. "She's your sister!"
"You're my sister. We don't need her anymore."
"Can't you love us both?"
"I can hardly stand one of you."
Pinkamena gasped and bit into her leg to stifle a cry.
Once her lip stopped quivering, she ran into the kitchen and around one of the light wooden chairs. Its size made it awkward, but she started to push it towards the front door.
"Quit making a mess," Limestone told her. Pinkamena ignored the command.
Once it was close enough, she climbed up onto the chair and stood on her hind legs. Just barely, she was able to grab onto the handle, and without waiting she pulled the door open.
Except, it didn't move.
Pinkamena looked around, trying to figure out what was happening, and saw Limestone standing beside her with a hoof holding the door shut.
"I said to leave her outside," Limestone said.
"She's our sister!"
Limestone laughed. "Please, you hate her more than any of us."
"That's not true!"
"No?" Suddenly, Limestone kicked the chair out from under Pinkamena and left her dangling from the handle. "Well, if you don't hate her, why don't we let you decide what happens to her?"
"W-What?" Pinkamena kicked her hind legs, trying to find some purchase, but she only managed to make herself start to slip.
"Just hold on," Limestone told her. "Don't let go, and she can come in."
Pinkamena could already feel her legs burning as she struggled to hold herself up. "F-For how long?"
Outside, Pinkie was still banging on the door and yelling up a storm. Every pound shook the door, and every little shake made Pinkamena's grip worse.
"Well, once nightfall hits I'll have to go make sure the rest of the doors and windows are shut so the timberwolves don't get in. I'll definitely let go then." Limestone shrugged. "Don't think I'm gonna let you climb up there again if you fall, though."
Pinkamena struggled to readjust her grip on the handle. "T-Timberwolves?"
"Well, yeah," Limestone said, "can't just let them come inside. I'd hate to be stuck out there when they show up."
Pinkamena swallowed hard. "You can't! You have to let her in!"
"After what she did to us? To you?" Limestone scoffed. "She deserves it."
"No!" Pinkamena clenched her eyes shut and flailed around. "You're wrong!"
Limestone rolled her eyes, then knocked on the door. "Hey, Pinkie?" She called out, and Pinkie stopped her pounding. "We'll let you in if Pinkamena gives us the okay, but uh, good luck convincing her."
Outside, Pinkie's begging picked back up with double the fervor. "Please, Pinkamena," she cried, "I didn't want this! Let me take it back! Hate me, hurt me, whatever you want, just don't leave me alone!"
Pinkie slammed into the door desperately, and one of Pinkamena's hooves slipped off the handle. "No!" Pinkamena struggled to reach back up, but she couldn't get her hoof high enough. "Please, Limestone!"
"I'm giving her more than she deserves already."
Pinkamena made another failed grab with her free hoof, then let out a sob. "Marble! Maud!" Pinkamena cried out with everything she had. "Please, help me! Anypony!"
"They won't come," Limestone said. "They don't want Pinkie here, either. She ruined your life, Pinkamena! Just forget about her!"
Suddenly the noise around the house quieted, and the stairs creaked as somepony started to descend them.
"Well," the pony said, "I find that one's life is rarely as ruined as they believe."
"Huh?" Pinkamena struggled to look back, but couldn't manage to do so.
"You can let go," the pony told her. "It's only a dream."
"I can't let go! Pinkie will--" Pinkamena processed what she'd heard. "A dream?"
The friendly, smiling face of Princess Luna came up beside Pinkamena. "A nightmare, to be more exact."
"But what about--" Pinkamena started, but when she turned to her other side, Limestone was nowhere to be seen. "I-I still don't want to let go," Pinkamena said. "I mean, what if you're wrong?"
Luna chuckled. "If it were not a dream, I could not do this." With a flick of her hoof, the world around them sucked itself away into nothingness, and they were left in a dark, endless void. Everything was gone, the gray ground, the gray sky, the gray house, everything but Luna, Pinkamena, and Pinkie, who were both adults once more.
Pinkie stopped yelling out as Pinkamena dropped out of the air in front of her. They caught each others' eyes, then both looked away.
Luna blinked. "I--" She looked back and forth between them several times. "Two?"
Pinkamena pursed her lips and looked up at Luna. "Oh, um... We kind of had an accident."
"An accident." Luna looked at them skeptically.
Pinkie nodded slowly and wiped tears from her eyes. "We're not really sure what happened, but I'm Pinkie, and... She's Pinkamena."
"And you were sharing a nightmare?"
They both shrugged.
Luna scratched the back of her neck. "I must admit, this is new for me."
"Well, um, thank you for stopping it," Pinkamena said.
"Yes..." Luna looked around indistinctly. "I'm supposed to help you more, though, but I'm not entirely sure how to pick apart a single nightmare for two different ponies." She thought for a moment, then waved a hoof and brought them someplace familiar, around a table at Sugarcube Corner. "Well, what do you think the nightmare was about?"
"Um..." Pinkamena hummed.
"I have no idea," Pinkie said. "It just sucked."
Pinkamena nodded. They both seemed a lot more at ease after the change in venue.
Luna looked between them. "Well... What's on your mind?"
"A lot," Pinkamena said, and Pinkie nodded in agreement.
Luna sighed. "Okay, uh... Start from the top." She pulled a notepad out of the air and started to write on it. "Tell me everything that's happened since this 'accident' you had."
"Everything?" Pinkie asked.
"We have all night," Luna told her. "More nights, if we need them. I have a feeling this is going to take a while to unpack." |
How to be Happy | Chapter 5: Bed and Breakfast | "So one day I was just sitting at home, yeah? And Princess Celestia shows up and is like, 'Pinkie! I have this student who has no friends, can you--'"
"Pinkie." Luna put a hoof out to stop her. "Please. Start at the point that you two go separated."
"Oh." Pinkie laughed. "Oops, yeah, that makes sense."
Luna's calming presence and wise choice of venue was doing wonders for Pinkie, who was already perking up and getting her laugh back. The same couldn't be said about Pinkamena, though, who was sitting quietly and looking down at her hooves, and every time Pinkie caught sight of Pinkamena her smile would fade and she'd quickly look away.
"So, um," Pinkie continued, "I--we?--we were sad and went to our thinking spot to think, and then we fell in and, well, you know." Pinkie threw her hooves up dramatically. "Kaboom!"
Luna looked at her blankly, then turned to Pinkamena. "Can you explain this in a way that actually makes sense?"
"Huh?" Pinkamena looked up at her in shock, then hid behind her mane. "Oh, um, okay... Well, like she said, we fell into the mirror pool and then we weren't together anymore."
"The mirror pool." Luna sighed and shook her head. "Maybe Celestia was right. She always told me to destroy it, but... Well, it's just so good for thinking."
"Right?" Pinkie nodded excitedly. "So, yeah, that's what happened."
Luna wrote down some notes. "So, then what?"
"Well, we had lunch," Pinkie told her. "This whole big thing with my sister and our girlfriends, and then--"
"I ruined it," Pinkamena cut in.
Pinkie frowned at her. "I wasn't gonna say that!"
"Yeah, so I said it for you."
"It didn't need to be said at all!"
"We were both thinking it. I don't see why--"
"Girls." Luna spoke sternly, and they both looked at her. "Please, let's try to stay calm."
Pinkamena huffed and crossed her legs in front of her chest, but she didn't say any more.
"You were saying, Pinkie?" Luna asked.
"Um..." Pinkie looked at Pinkamena for a moment, then turned back to Luna. "Well, we found out about each other and had a fight."
"What about?"
"Neither of us thinks I'll ever be happy," Pinkamena grumbled. "I wanted her to admit it."
Pinkie pouted. "That's not true! You said it yourself, you just wanted to hurt me!"
"No!" Pinkamena fell forward onto the table in a pleading gesture. Her voice cracked as she cried out. "I just... I was mad, cuz I thought the pool might've made it so you couldn't be hurt at all, and that didn't seem fair! None of this is fair! Why do you get to be the happy one?"
"I don't know what you want me to say," Pinkie told her. Tears were welling up in her eyes again. "I already feel awful. I already blame it all on myself. Do you want me to hate myself? Because I do! I really, really do, cuz I'm happy and you're not and it's my fault."
"No, I--" Something caught in Pinkamena's throat, and she fell back. When she spoke again, it was hardly a whisper. "I don't want you to hate yourself..."
Neither of them spoke for a long while. They receded back into their seats and broke eye contact, Pinkie staring at the floor and Pinkamena covering her eyes pitifully. The only noise was the occasional sigh as one of them pushed down a sob.
Finally, Luna broke the silence. "Well," she said quietly, "that was... Intense. Did you both say everything you wanted to?"
Pinkie looked up at her. "H-Huh?"
"It just seems like a good time to get things off your chest, is all."
"Oh." Pinkie looked briefly at Pinkamena, then looked away and hummed in thought.
Pinkamena spoke up first, though. "I..." She swallowed hard. "I'm sorry, Pinkie."
"What?" Pinkie stared at her.
"I'm sorry," Pinkamena repeated, "for everything I did to you."
"But..." Pinkie shook her head. "But you're the sad one! I'm the one who should be apologizing."
"Pinkie, you--"
"I mean, if I hadn't shown up, you could be happy! You could feel better!"
"Pinkie--"
"I ruined your life! I-I stole your smile! I'm supposed to give smiles, not take them away, what's even the point of me if--"
"Pinkie!" Pinkamena jumped out of her seat and stuck her hoof against Pinkie's snout to get her to stop talking. When she was sure she had Pinkie's attention, she went on. "You don't need to be sorry just for existing. You didn't ruin my life. If anything... Well, if anypony can make me happy again, it's probably you."
Pinkie sniffed quietly and tears started slowly falling down her cheeks. Without warning, she grabbed Pinkamena and pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm sorry, Pinkamena," she said quietly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Pinkamena was shocked at first, but she quickly fell into the hug. She pressed her face up against Pinkie and clung to her, letting the hug last as long as Pinkie wanted it to.
Given that freedom, it was a very long hug, but eventually Pinkie did let go. As she pulled away, Pinkie rustled Pinkamena's mane like she often did Marble's and gave her a warm smile, which Pinkamena, to the surprise of them both, returned for just a moment.
As Pinkamena got back in her seat, Luna put away her notes and leaned forward on the table. "Well, you two seem better."
Pinkie nodded, then they both looked at Pinkamena. At first, she hesitated, but after a moment she nodded, too.
Luna smiled. "I'm glad to see it. I'm always happy to help."
"Yeah, thanks Luna!" Pinkie said.
Pinkamena nodded. "Thank you. Even if you didn't really, um, do anyth--"
"It seems my work here is done," Luna interrupted. She got up from the table, turned to the side, and took a few steps as she quickly dissolved away into the aether.
Pinkie caught Pinkamena's eye and giggled, and Pinkamena couldn't help but let out a little laugh.
By the time morning came, the storms had passed and the skies were clear. Birds tweeted sweetly outside the big window next to Fluttershy's bed, and with them wafted the soothing scent of wildflowers.
A tiny sliver of light had snuck in between the heavy curtains that covered the window, and as the sun shifted it moved right over Fluttershy. It almost seemed to shine straight through her when it hit the uncovered parts of her fur, and when it reached her eyes she flinched and pulled her blanket up over her head.
"Mmn... Not yet," Fluttershy mumbled sleepily. She flipped over onto her other side and reached out to pull Pinkie closer to her, but her hoof found only sheets. She grabbed again, and again got nothing, which was enough to stir her into opening her eyes and remembering that Pinkie wasn't there.
"Pink..." She yawned and, reluctantly, pushed off the covers that kept her so snug. She rolled and tumbled out of bed. She shook her head to try and shake away some of the sleepiness, then she stumbled over to the window and slid the curtains open.
The sunlight streamed in and washed over Fluttershy, so bright and intense that she almost looked like a mirage as she shot a leg up to protect her eyes.
With squinted eyelids, she took in the outside world. Bees and butterflies floated around the flowers that speckled the little hill behind her old home, and birds sat happily in the homes that hung from the trees. Fish swam up near the surface of the quiet brook that ran through the yard, and in one particularly shallow part, she even spied a duo of foxes splashing and playing together. It all came together into a beautiful landscape, and seeing it again made her heart ache with nostalgia.
Once she felt awake, she meandered over to her bathroom and got ready for the day. Brushed mane, brushed tail, brushed teeth, everything found its place. She looked carefully at her fangs in the mirror, tested them with her tongue, and decided against sharpening them, as it was a long and tedious process that she hated doing. She peeled her eyes open and looked hard into the pits that centered them, but as always she saw nothing. It was a pointless part of her routine, but she worried enough about her eyes changing without her noticing that she kept doing it anyway.
Once she was done with all that, she stretched, yawned again, and stepped out into the living room to start the day.
Then she yelped as a blindfold was thrust onto her. "W-Who's there?"
"Shh," Pinkie replied, "it's just me. I've got a surprise for you!"
Fluttershy sighed in relief. "Oh, thank goodness. You scared me!"
Pinkie giggled. "Sorry, but I had to!"
"You realize I could just see through this, right?"
"Well, don't." Pinkie started pushing Fluttershy gently towards the kitchen. "You gotta play along, it's the rules."
"What rules?" Fluttershy asked as she walked where she was led.
"The rules!" Pinkie rolled her eyes. "Geez, everypony knows about the rules."
Fluttershy huffed as she was directed into a seat at her tiny little table. "Pinkie, is this really appropriate? I mean, Pinkamena was very upset last time we spoke to her, and--"
Suddenly, Pinkie tore the blindfold off and gestured at the table. There in front of her sat a huge stack of pancakes, made in the shape of hearts, with a little flag stuck in the top on a toothpick that had the words "We're Sorry" written out crudely.
Past the breakfast, sitting quietly across the table, sat Pinkamena, wearing a small but genuine smile.
"Wh--" Fluttershy looked between Pinkie, the pancakes and Pinkamena. "I don't understand."
"It's breakfast, silly!" Pinkie grinned wide.
Pinkamena nodded. "We felt really bad about everything we put you through yesterday, so we wanted to make it up to you."
Fluttershy looked back down at the plate, and a wide smile grew on her face. "Aww," she said, "that's so sweet. You didn't need to do this! Neither of you did anything wrong."
"That's super not true," Pinkie told her. "We were both kinda awful."
"But we're sorry!" Pinkamena added. "And we wanna... Start over?"
Fluttershy laughed softly. "You're both being silly. If you're feeling better, that's all I need."
"Just take the sorry!" Pinkie pretended to pout. "If you don't eat those soon, I'm gonna eat them, and then you gotta find something to be sorry for! It's the rules."
Pinkamena nodded. "It is the rules."
Fluttershy sighed and shook her head, unable to avoid the thought that one Pinkie had been more than enough. |
How to be Happy | Chapter 6: Out and About | The sound of running water filled the air as Fluttershy cleaned off her plate. Pinkamena was still in her seat, half-pouting with her head on the table, and Pinkie was stretched out on the sofa in the living room. The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful, entirely the opposite of the night before, and they were all glad for it.
"So, uh..." Pinkamena talked without sitting up. "Now what?"
"Well," Fluttershy replied, "what do you want to do?"
"Oh, I don't wanna make you guys do whatever I want," Pinkamena said. "I'm fine with whatever."
Fluttershy quietly stopped the water, put away the plate and dried her hooves. Then she trotted back to the table with a gentle smile on her face and sat across from Pinkamena. "Sweetie, you're allowed to want things," she said finally.
Pinkamena winced at the pet name, but for the moment chose not to press it. "I know, it's just... It's your vacation."
"It's all of ours," Fluttershy told her, "and I want you to feel better. Surely there must be something you'd like to do?"
"Mm..." Pinkamena looked down at the table, away from Fluttershy. "I don't know, I can't think of anything."
"Well, if you think of something later, tell us, alright?"
"Yeah, okay."
Fluttershy reached out and stroked Pinkamena's cheek. "How are you feeling?"
Pinkamena shrugged.
"I don't know what that means, dear."
Pinkamena shifted and looked up into Fluttershy's eyes. "Are you still scared of me?"
"Scared?" Fluttershy wrinkled her brow in confusion. "Why would I be scared of you?"
"Because I..." Pinkamena let out a tiny whine. "Because you're not supposed to love me."
Fluttershy tilted her head. "I... Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were still thinking about that." She turned towards the living room and raised her voice. "Pinkie? Could you come here?"
A moment later, Pinkie hopped into the room. "What's up?"
"We need to, um..." Fluttershy paused awkwardly and pursed her lips. "We need to figure out our... Situation."
"We have a situation?"
"Our..." Fluttershy sighed. "Pinkie, I don't know what you're supposed to do when your girlfriend turns into two ponies."
"Ohh." Pinkie nodded. "I get it. I don't care if you date other ponies, Fluttershy. Just, you know, run them by me first. It's gotta be somepony I can at least be besties with."
Fluttershy nodded. "I thought you'd say that, but... Well, isn't this more complicated? I mean, I wouldn't date Marble, that would be weird!"
Pinkie made a grossed-out face. "Yeah, that'd be super weird. Don't do that. I mean, I know Marble's great, but..." She shivered and shook her head. "Bleaugh."
"Yeah," Fluttershy said, "so... Well, what about Pinkamena?"
Pinkie looked at Pinkamena, then back at Fluttershy and shrugged. "She's not my sister."
Fluttershy tilted her head and looked at Pinkamena. "Do you not see Pinkie as your sister, either?"
Pinkamena shook her head. "Nope. I mean, I'm not my own sister."
"Yeah, exactly," Pinkie agreed. "She's just a different me. Marble's not me, cuz she's my sister, and Pinkamena's not my sister cuz she's me."
"I... Sure," Fluttershy said. "I guess. So, you're okay with it?"
"Yup!" Pinkie wrapped a leg around Pinkamena's shoulders and squeezed her. "I mean, really, how can I say no to you wanting more me?"
Fluttershy laughed softly. "So you're both okay with it?"
"Yup!" Pinkie said, and Pinkamena nodded.
"Great." Fluttershy leaned over the table and gave them each a quick kiss on the nose. "I'm glad that's sorted out."
Pinkie giggled and bounced back out of the room, while Pinkamena blushed and turned her head away bashfully.
"I... Thank you," Pinkamena said quietly.
"Of course," Fluttershy said. "After all, I do love you."
Pinkamena smiled. "I... I love you too."
"You have a cute smile," Fluttershy told her. "It's nice to see."
Pinkamena quickly folded her legs in front of her on the table and hid her mouth behind them. "I-I..." She stuttered, but couldn't find any words.
Fluttershy frowned. "I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?"
Pinkamena shook her head. "No, I just... I don't wanna make you think I'm not sad anymore and end up disappointing you."
"I wouldn't be disappointed," Fluttershy said. "I understand, though. You don't have to hide your smiles from me, but I'm not upset with you if you feel like you need to."
"Sorry..."
Fluttershy stroked Pinkamena's leg quietly for a moment before moving on. "We should get some fresh air. Are you sure there's nowhere in particular you'd like to go?"
"I can't think of anything."
"Well," Fluttershy said, "I still need to find somepony to take over for me here. You could join me on that."
Pinkamena thought for a moment, then nodded. "Sure."
Fluttershy grinned and got up from the table, and Pinkamena joined her as she went into the living room. They found Pinkie there, lying on her back on the floor with her eyes shut.
"Pinkie?" Fluttershy asked.
"Mm?" Pinkie pried one eye open sleepily.
"We're going out, would you like to come along?"
"Mm... Where to?"
"I thought we'd start at the farm," Fluttershy said, "and after that maybe check the market."
Pinkie hummed in thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Nah. I kinda just wanna hang out here."
"Alright, well, you can always come to find us later. Love you."
"Love you," Pinkie mumbled back.
With nothing more holding them back, Fluttershy and Pinkamena stepped out into the world.
The sunlight seared down on them, and Fluttershy had to take a moment to compose herself beneath it, but she had a smile again soon enough and they set off. The couple walked shoulder to shoulder down the narrow dirt path towards Ponyville. Every so often a breeze would pass them and blow their manes together into a tangled mess, but neither of them seemed to mind.
They kept to the outskirts of town, only using it as a go-between from the cottage to Sweet Apple Acres. The less-traveled streets still had puddles scattered about that they needed to dodge, along with a few branches and other debris that had been blown there by the winds. With their condition and lack of ponies, the streets looked almost abandoned as they walked through them.
Fluttershy knew these streets well. Ponies only lived so far out by choice, and so there were almost no houses, and even fewer ponies to be seen. Rarely did she pass by another pony as she walked, and that gave her plenty of time alone whenever she wanted it.
She did break the silence at one point, though. "You don't have to stay quiet just because I am, you know."
Pinkamena looked at her strangely. "Sorry, I... Did you want me to talk?"
"Well, you don't have to," Fluttershy said. "It's just, Pinkie usually never stops talking on walks like this."
"Well, I'm not Pinkie."
"Yeah..." Fluttershy bumped into Pinkamena playfully. "Sorry. I keep expecting you to act just like her."
"It's okay. I mean, there's not really anything else to expect."
"Sure, but I don't expect every new pony I ever meet to be like Pinkie."
Pinkamena just hummed in response, and as the conversation lulled the sign for Sweet Apple Acres came into view.
"So, who are we looking for?" Pinkamena asked.
"I'm not sure," Fluttershy said. "Anypony who's good with animals. Ideally, it'd be somepony like me, who's quiet and kind and--"
"Get back here!"
Suddenly the bushes at the side of the road started to rustle, and they both flinched back as something leaped out at them.
The fuzzy brown mass flew through the air and skidded to a stop in front of them.
"Winona?" Fluttershy asked.
The little dog wagged her tail and looked up at Fluttershy excitedly. She would have barked, but her jaw was firmly clamped around some pointy silver object.
"What are you holding?" Fluttershy asked. She reached out a hoof to try and take it, but as she did the bushes rustled again and Winona took off sprinting towards the farmhouse.
This time what emerged from the brush was a little pink pony, covered in twigs and leaves and fuming mad. "Winona!" She yelled futilely at the dog as it ran off. "Drop it now!"
Fluttershy looked sideways at the pony, only getting more confused. "Diamond Tiara?"
Diamond Tiara turned sharply towards them, then gasped and smiled when she saw who it was. "Fluttershy! You can help!"
"I can?"
"Yes!" She pointed down the path. "The dog stole my tiara! You can make her give it back, right?"
Fluttershy smiled softly down at the little filly. Beside her, Pinkamena stifled a giggle.
"It's not funny!" Diamond Tiara pouted. "I need it! How can I be Diamond Tiara without a tiara? Now I'm just... Just Diamond. Who cares about just diamonds?"
"Aww," Fluttershy cooed. "Well, I suppose I have time to help you out."
"Why can't you get it back yourself, though?" Pinkamena asked.
Diamond Tiara huffed. "Don't you think I've been trying? She won't listen, no matter how loud I yell!"
Fluttershy put a hoof to her mouth to hide a chuckle. "Well, of course not. She thinks you're playing with her."
"Well, I'm not!"
"Sure, we know that," Fluttershy said, "but to her, you're just getting louder and rowdier. She sees the excitement and thinks you're just playing along."
"Okay, well, tell her she's wrong!"
"Well, I bet you could do it if you know what you're doing," Fluttershy said. "Just walk up to her slowly and calmly, and she'll see that the game is over."
"There's no way that'll work," Diamond Tiara said.
Fluttershy grinned. "Well, why don't we find out?"
Together, they walked up to the farmhouse and looked around, although it wasn't hard to find Winona. She was sitting patiently to the side of the house, waiting with a wagging tail for Diamond Tiara to show back up.
"There!" Diamond Tiara almost ran at her, but Fluttershy stretched out a wing and caught her.
"Slowly," Fluttershy reminded her.
"Ugh, fine." She started to walk, very deliberately and as slowly as possible, towards Winona. She tried very hard not to make any noise, and as she approached Winona just watched her happily.
As she got closer, Diamond Tiara realized that it was working, and her breathing sped up as she got more excited. She started walking faster and was just about to start running again when Winona stood up and she stopped in her tracks.
As she froze, so did Winona.
Diamond Tiara took several deep breaths to slow her breathing, then picked up her achingly slow pace towards the dog.
A few steps later, she was there, and she gingerly reached out and plucked the tiara from Winona's mouth. Just like that, she'd done it.
A smile grew on her face, and she raised the tiara high into the air. "Fluttershy look!" She shouted back and jumped excitedly. "I did it! I actually did it, I got it back from--"
Behind her, Winona saw her cheering and got worked up as well, and as she was yelling out to Fluttershy Winona jumped up and snatched the tiara back out of her grasp. Then, as soon as her paws hit the ground, she twisted around and sprinted away.
"Wh--" Diamond Tiara took a second to process what happened, then frowned deeply. "Hey! That's not fair!"
Fluttershy and Pinkamena both laughed quietly as Diamond Tiara sped off, once again giving chase.
"Well," Fluttershy said, "she almost got it." |
How to be Happy | Chapter 7: Sweet and Kind | Fluttershy poked her head into a barn and looked around.
"Hello? Is anypony here?"
When there was no response, she looked at Pinkamena and shrugged. There'd been no answer at the house, and this was the last barn they had to check. It was starting to look like the farm was completely empty.
"Maybe they're out to lunch?" Pinkamena asked.
"Maybe..." Fluttershy hummed in thought. "Why was Diamond Tiara here, though?"
"Maybe she wasn't hungry."
Fluttershy shook her head. "I don't know... Let's go check the treehouse."
With Pinkamena in tow, Fluttershy walked off into the vast sea of apple trees that made up the orchard. It was a huge place, big enough that the entire Apple household took over a week to harvest it all, but Fluttershy had been there enough to know her way around. Between visiting the animals unique to the orchard and just being friends with Applejack, she'd spent more than her fair share of time beneath those trees.
The Cutie Mark Crusaders' clubhouse wasn't actually in the orchard, but it wasn't very far away. After all, beyond the orchard was the Everfree, and even the bravest fillies wouldn't put their meeting space too deep into those woods. The only reason they ventured out that far at all was that Applejack didn't want them in one of her apple trees.
As the trees around them started to change, they began to hear the sounds of other ponies.
"No, no, not like that," one was saying. "You're gonna get hurt. Here, let me show you."
A sharp thwack suddenly echoed out through the woods. Fluttershy and Pinkamena exchanged glances.
"It's too hard," another pony said. "It moves around too much!"
As they walked closer, the voices got clearer, and soon enough they could pick out who was talking.
"It's a log," Applebloom said, "it don't move."
"Not the log," Diamond Tiara replied. "This thing. It's too heavy!"
"That's why you gotta use two hooves," Applebloom told her. "Just don't think about falling and you won't fall!"
"If this kills me, you're not getting my stuff."
"It ain't gonna kill you, just--"
Applebloom and Diamond Tiara both froze as Fluttershy and Pinkamena walked into the clearing. Diamond Tiara was up on her hind legs with an axe, poised to strike at a log sitting nearby, and Applebloom was on the other side of the log coaching her. They locked eyes with the older ponies awkwardly and completely stopped what they were doing.
Pinkamena tilted her head at them, while Fluttershy just looked at them blankly.
"Girls." Fluttershy's voice was cold and emotionless.
"We can explain," Applebloom said.
Diamond Tiara let go of the axe, which fell to the ground with a heavy thump, and dropped back down to her hooves. "Yeah, definitely."
Fluttershy raised an eyebrow without saying anything.
"We were just, uh..." Applebloom searched for an excuse, but nothing came to her.
"A-Applejack told us to do it," Diamond Tiara said.
"Well don't lie," Applebloom hissed. "That'll just make things worse!"
"Well, what then?" Diamond Tiara whispered back.
"I was tryin to think of a real excuse," Applebloom told her.
"There isn't a real excuse, we just--"
"Girls." Fluttershy cut off their bickering.
Diamond Tiara winced, and Applebloom looked away nervously.
"Okay, fine, we can't explain," Diamond Tiara admitted.
"I just wanted to show Diamond Tiara more farm stuff," Applebloom said, "but she's not strong enough to buck trees."
"So your next thought was an axe?" Pinkamena asked.
Fluttershy sighed and shook her head. "Just... Don't do things like this without an adult, okay?"
Applebloom pouted. "But Fluttershy, we--"
"Okay?" Fluttershy asked more sternly.
Applebloom gulped. "Y-Yeah, of course. We're sorry."
Diamond Tiara nodded rapidly. "Sorry."
"Good." Just like that Fluttershy turned off her lecture face and smiled sweetly again. "So, where is everypony?"
"I think Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo went to a skate park or something," Applebloom said.
"Why didn't you go?" Fluttershy asked.
"Ponyville has a skate park?" Pinkamena whispered under her breath. Diamond Tiara gave her a quizzical look.
"Cuz it's Saturday," Applebloom said.
"And Saturdays are when she's mine," Diamond Tiara added. She trotted over to Applebloom and put a leg around her shoulders possessively, which made Applebloom blush deeply.
"So this is a date?" Fluttershy asked.
"An axe date," Pinkamena muttered.
The fillies both nodded.
"I gotta watch the farm today," Applebloom explained, "so we're stuck here."
"You're not doing a very good job," Pinkamena said a bit louder than she meant to. Diamond Tiara narrowed her eyes.
"I mean, it's not like anypony's gonna show up," Applebloom said.
"We showed up," Fluttershy argued.
"You don't count," Applebloom said. "You don't need my help if you need something at the farm."
"You could've at least left a note," Pinkamena said.
"I--" Applebloom pursed her lips. "Oh. Yeah, that's a good idea."
"Hey," Diamond Tiara said, "I have a question."
"Yes?" Fluttershy looked at her patiently.
"What's with Pinkie?" Diamond Tiara tilted her head. "Is she broken or something?"
Applebloom jabbed her in the side. "Be nice! She gets like this on bad days."
"I'm just wondering."
"No, it's okay," Pinkamena said. "I'm actually, um... Not Pinkie."
The fillies gave her very confused looks.
"You sure look like Pinkie," Applebloom said.
Pinkamena sighed and turned to Fluttershy. "Am I gonna have to explain this to everypony?"
Fluttershy frowned sympathetically. "Probably." Then she turned to the others. "Pinkie got split into two different ponies. This one is Pinkamena."
"What?" Applebloom tilted her head.
"Yeah, that makes no sense," Diamond Tiara added.
"There's just two of me now," Pinkamena said. "Only one of us has a straight mane, so just call that one Pinkamena."
"Uhh... Sure," Applebloom said. Diamond Tiara gave her a look, and Applebloom shrugged back.
"You'll get used to it," Fluttershy said.
None of them had anything to say to that, and the conversation had an awkward pause. They all just looked at each other in silence for a moment, waiting for the others to say something.
Applebloom broke the silence. "So, uh, what's up? Why'd you come find us?"
"Oh!" Fluttershy gasped and put a hoof to her mouth. "I completely forgot. I'm looking for a replacement."
"Replacement for what?" Diamond Tiara asked.
"For me," Fluttershy told her. "Since I've moved away, somepony needs to take care of the animals in Ponyville and the Everfree Forest."
"Geez, good luck with--"
"Ooh!" Applebloom interrupted Diamond Tiara. "I have an idea!"
Fluttershy grinned. "I'd love to hear it."
"Well, Diamond Tiara is great with animals!" Applebloom grinned and squeezed the other filly. "I mean, look, she got her tiara back from Winona all on her own!"
Diamond Tiara winced. "Actually, um, Fluttershy kind of... Told me how to do that."
"Well, you still did it," Applebloom said. She turned back to Fluttershy. "That means she learns fast, right? You can teach her!"
Fluttershy pursed her lips. "I don't know..."
Diamond Tiara frowned at the rejection. "What? I could do it! You know, if I wanted to."
"Animal care like I did needs a very gentle touch," Fluttershy said. "You need to--"
"I can be gentle!" Diamond Tiara pouted. "Right, Applebloom? I can be gentle, can't I?"
"Yeah, of course you can," Applebloom told her. "I mean, probably. If you wanted to be."
Diamond Tiara huffed. "You're supposed to say I already am gentle!"
"Well, I ain't gonna lie."
Diamond Tiara gave Applebloom a tiny shove and stomped a few paces away from her. "Clearly, Applebloom does not know what gentle means. I assure you, Fluttershy, I am the gentlest of ponies."
Pinkamena lifted a leg to hide a snicker.
"I'm not saying you're not gentle," Fluttershy said, "it's just... It needs a very specific kind of pony."
"You don't know that! I could be the best animal caretaker in Equestria and you'd never know because you won't even let me try."
Fluttershy sighed. "Do you even want to try?"
"I..." Diamond Tiara huffed. "Yes. I've decided I do want to try."
"It's very messy," Fluttershy told her, "and animals can be much rowdier than Winona was."
Diamond Tiara wavered for a moment, then stomped a hoof. "You can't scare me off! I'm not some weak little pony. I said I want to do it, that that means I'm going to do it!"
Fluttershy looked at Pinkamena. "What do you think?"
Pinkamena laughed and shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
"Hmm..." Fluttershy nodded and looked back at Diamond Tiara. "Okay, if you're sure, I'll give you a chance. Are you ready to start now?"
"N-Now?" Diamond Tiara winced. "But I, uh... We have to stay on the farm!"
"Well," Fluttershy said, "we'll just have to hope we can find some animals on a farm." With a kind but ever-so-slightly mischievous smile, Fluttershy motioned for the group to follow her and walked back into the trees. |
How to be Happy | Chapter 8: Pigs and Pinkies | "Oh, come on. I can't go in there, I don't even have my boots!"
Diamond Tiara had a disgusted cringe stuck to her face as she looked into the muddy pen in front of her. The muck had soaked up the rain from the night before and refused to let go, and the slick surface now shimmered in the sunlight.
Fluttershy was standing beside her, holding the gate open with a kind smile. "Taking care of animals is messy. If a little mud is enough to keep you from it, you're probably not the right pony for the job."
"I--" Diamond Tiara huffed. "Fine. Just tell me what to do."
Fluttershy looked over at Applebloom, who had climbed up onto the fence to watch. "Do you keep their supplies in the shelter?"
"Some," Applebloom said. "What are you plannin? She's not strong enough to pick 'em up."
"Nothing that severe," Fluttershy said. "Diamond Tiara, do you see that small one in the shade with the light fur?"
Fluttershy pointed into the pen. Off in the corner, resting under the shade of a nearby tree, was a tiny, frail-looking pig, clearly the runt of its litter. It had mottled fur, but the dark patches were all on the sides or bottom of the pig, leaving its neck and back light.
"Yeah."
"That's Bella," Fluttershy said. "She's kind of moody and doesn't always take care of herself, so Applejack puts sunscreen on her on hot days."
"It ain't all that bad out today," Applebloom butted in. "Bella's fine."
"I know," Fluttershy said, "but sunscreen won't hurt, and it's a good first step. Pigs are easy, and I wanted to see if the mud would scare her off."
"Oh, come on!" Diamond Tiara pouted. "Well, it didn't, so can we please do something cleaner?"
Pinkamena, who was leaning on the fence a few paces away, chuckled quietly to herself.
"Nice try," Fluttershy said, "but no. I'll even grab the sunscreen for you, just go say hello to her, alright?"
"Ugh. Fine."
Diamond Tiara stepped up to the edge of the mud and tentatively stuck out a hoof. She held it over the ground for a moment, trying to will herself forward.
Then she pulled it back and looked at Fluttershy. "Do I--"
Fluttershy raised an eyebrow, and Diamond Tiara cut herself off with a sigh.
"Okay, okay." She turned back to the mud and stared out at it again. She was making a face like she was afraid it might jump out at her.
As she hesitated, Applebloom quietly hopped off the fence and came up behind her.
Then, after she continued to do nothing, Applebloom reached out and pushed Diamond Tiara into the pen.
Diamond Tiara let out a shrill yelp as she stumbled forward. Her hooves slid on the slick mud, and she just about toppled over.
She managed to find her balance again, though, and turned back furiously. "Applebloom! What the--" She glanced at Fluttershy briefly. "What the hay? Look at me, I'm filthy now!" To emphasize her point, she held up a leg and flicked a glob of mud towards Applebloom, although it landed nowhere near her.
Applebloom stuck a hoof over her mouth and barely held back laughter. "Well, somepony had to do it, and it wasn't gonna be Fluttershy."
Diamond Tiara growled and puffed her cheeks out. "I'll get you back for this." Applebloom stuck her tongue out and hopped back up onto her perch to watch the show.
"Okay, Diamond Tiara," Fluttershy said calmly, "I'll meet you over there." She let go of the gate and gingerly took off towards the pigs' shelter, and the gate shut Diamond Tiara in with a climactic click.
Diamond Tiara mumbled indecipherably under her breath and turned towards her target. Bella was still in the shade, resting peacefully on one of the few completely dry patches of ground, and gave no indication she'd noticed the commotion at all.
Diamond Tiara took a step forward. Then another, and another. With every move, she felt her hooves squelch into the mud again, and the thought of irrevocably stained fur came to mind. She grimaced.
The daydream distracted her enough that she stepped on an uneven bit of ground. In a split second her hoof slid out from under her and sent her plummeting.
Just barely, she managed to land on her knees and steady herself before she fell all the way in. Still, she let out a loud snarl as she pushed herself back up.
"This is ridiculous," she said. She made sure to be loud enough for everyone to hear. "If I had to do this for real, I would have boots!"
Pinkamena giggled, but for the most part stayed silent.
"It's just mud," Applebloom said. "I get muddy all the time, and I'm still cute."
"I am not cute," Diamond Tiara said, "I am pretty, and pretty and muddy don't mix!"
"Well, then finish the job and get outta there," Applebloom replied.
"I am!" With a huff, Diamond Tiara turned and started stomping towards Bella again, this time making extra sure to look where she was stepping.
She crossed the rest of the pen without incident and let out an audible sigh when her hooves once again touched dry ground. She stood there for a moment, just taking it in, before she took the final few steps over to Bella.
"Hey, uh... Pig," she said as she walked up.
Bella finally looked over to her and regarded her curiously.
"Um..." Diamond Tiara pursed her lips. "Well, I'm Diamond Tiara."
Bella snorted.
"Uh-huh. Well, I'm gonna put some sunscreen on you in a minute, okay?"
After considering her for a moment, Bella got up and walked towards Diamond Tiara. She flinched back as Bella walked up close and started to sniff her curiously.
"Hey, haven't you heard of personal space?" When Bella kept sniffing her, Diamond Tiara tried to push the pig away. "Come on, stop it!"
Bella snorted again, this time right up against Diamond Tiara, and refused to give in to the shove.
"F-Fluttershy!" Diamond Tiara took a step back. "Are you almost done in there?"
"Almost!" Fluttershy called out.
Bella took another step forward, and Diamond Tiara took another step back. "Hey, stay where you are, pig. I'm in charge here, you have to do what I say!"
Bella took another step.
Diamond Tiara took several steps away. "Fluttershy! The pig is trying to eat me!"
Neither Pinkamena nor Applebloom could hold back a laugh at this point.
Fluttershy stuck her head out around the corner of the shelter. "Huh?" She took in the scene curiously. "Just tell her to lie down!" Then she disappeared back inside.
Diamond Tiara made a frustrated noise. "O-Okay, piggy, lie down."
Bella ignored her.
"Come on, you're supposed to lie down when I say lie down!"
Bella continued to ignore her.
Diamond Tiara growled. "Stop!" She glared angrily. "Bella, I said lie down, so you need to lie down!"
Bella looked at her curiously for a moment, then plopped down into the dirt.
"I..." Diamond Tiara blinked. "Um, good girl. Thank you very much."
Fluttershy came out a moment later with a bottle of sunscreen. "Geez," she muttered, "that place is not well organized." She flew over and gave the bottle to Diamond Tiara. "Okay, now just tell her to sit still while you put some on her ears and neck."
Diamond Tiara took the bottle and looked up at Fluttershy. "I, uh..."
Fluttershy smiled at her. "You can do it. Just believe in yourself."
Diamond Tiara gulped and nodded. "O-Okay, Bella..." She shook her head and took as confident a step forward as she could. "Bella, sit still while I put sunscreen on you."
The pig made no move to get up as Diamond Tiara slowly crept over to her. Bella even tilted her head to make it easier for the little pony to reach both ears as she carefully rubbed the lotion on.
When she was done, Diamond Tiara gave Bella an affirmative little tap and stepped back. "Um... Good girl?"
"Great job," Fluttershy said. "We'll need to work on teaching you to be nice without letting them walk all over you, but this was a good first step! If you apply yourself, I think you really could take over for me."
Diamond Tiara looked at her wide-eyed. "Wait, really? That was good?"
"For a beginner," Fluttershy said. She laughed. "You should have seen me when I was your age. I would've just run away from Bella."
"Oh." Diamond Tiara took a moment to process that, then beamed with pride. "Oh! Wow, okay! Yeah, maybe I can do this!"
Fluttershy grinned. "That's the spirit. Okay, let's get out of here." She moved to take to the air, then stopped herself. "Oh! First, Bella, say thank you to Diamond Tiara."
Bella stood up and started trudging towards Diamond Tiara again.
"W-Wait, hang on!"
Diamond Tiara scrambled away from the pig's steady approach, and soon enough found herself back in the mud. She was far less prepared this time, though, and her hooves fell out from under her almost immediately. She toppled straight over onto her side and splashed loudly into the wet muck.
Fluttershy frowned, and Applebloom inhaled sharply through her teeth.
Pinkamena, though, snorted as she tried to hold back a laugh. The attempt failed miserably, and the snort turned into a full-on chortle before long.
Diamond Tiara fumed and launched a glob of mud in her direction. "Oh, shut up, Pinkie! It's not funny!"
As soon as she heard the name, any mirth and laughter drained out of Pinkamena. She winced and folded in on herself as her voice fell to a tiny squeak. "I-I'm not..."
"Wh--" Diamond Tiara groaned. "Pinkamena, whatever! What difference does it make?"
"It's..." Pinkamena tried to think of a way to respond, but nothing came to her, so instead she just pushed off the fence, hung her head and started to walk away.
"Pinkamena, wait!" Worry crept quickly into Fluttershy's voice. She took to the air, scooped up Diamond Tiara, and carried her out of the pen, placing her gently next to Applebloom. "I'm sorry, girls," she said, "but... I should really go after her."
"Oh, come on," Diamond Tiara said, "what's the big deal? She's the same pony!"
"She doesn't feel that way," Fluttershy said, "and it's important to respect other ponies' feelings when it comes to who they are."
"But--" Diamond Tiara couldn't think of an argument, so she just huffed. "Whatever."
Applebloom hopped down beside her and jabbed her in the side. "Come on, just apologize. You're only making it worse."
"But I didn't do anything wrong!"
"You hurt her feelings."
"On accident!"
"You still hurt 'em." Applebloom shrugged. "You'd apologize if you accidentally dropped something heavy on somepony, right?"
"But that's--" Diamond Tiara groaned. "Fine. I'm sorry."
"Thank you," Fluttershy said. "Diamond Tiara, think about what you're getting into if I start teaching you. If you really want to try, we'll do it." She nodded to them both, then hopped into the sky. "Alright, I need to go after Pinkamena. See you two later." Then she flew off.
Once she was out of sight, Diamond Tiara huffed. "She still just seems like Pinkie to me." |
How to be Happy | Chapter 9: Old Ideas and New Decisions | "Pinkamena!"
The pink pony had just walked past the sign marking the entrance to Sweet Apple Acres when Fluttershy landed next to her with a heavy thud. She flinched at the sudden intrusion, and her eyes stayed glued to the ground.
"Are you alright?" Fluttershy wrapped a wing around Pinkamena and held her close. "I'm sorry it took me so long to catch up."
"You don't have to be sorry," Pinkamena mumbled. She started walking again, and Fluttershy matched her pace.
"Are you okay?" Fluttershy repeated herself patiently.
"I guess."
"It's alright if you're not."
"I know." A tinge of annoyance sat at the edge of Pinkamena's voice.
"So?"
"I'm fine."
Fluttershy frowned. "She didn't mean anything by it," she said. "It was just a mistake."
"I know that."
"I'm sure if she knew you better, she--"
"Stop it!" Pinkamena shrugged out from under Fluttershy's wing and put some distance between them. "Can't I just feel bad without everypony trying to fix me?"
"That's not..."
"It is!" Pinkamena stopped walking and faced Fluttershy pointedly. "You still look at me like I'm just Pinkie having a breakdown. I'm not a real pony, I'm just a problem to solve."
"That's not fair," Fluttershy replied. She spoke slowly, hesitantly. "I just want to see you happy."
"Do you want me to be happy, or do you want me to be Pinkie?" She paused just long enough for Fluttershy to start responding before going on. "Or are they the same thing to you? When you imagine me happy in your head, is it just Pinkie?"
"I..." Fluttershy looked away a bit.
"Exactly," Pinkamena said. "Well, I don't wanna be Pinkie! There's already a Pinkie, and I don't wanna just be the second choice whenever the real Pinkie is busy or sad."
"I'm sorry," Fluttershy said. "I'm not trying to just turn you into Pinkie, I promise. I just... I don't really know what else to imagine."
Pinkamena frowned. She hesitated a moment, then turned and started walking again. "I know that," she mumbled. "I mean, how could you know me? I don't even know me."
Fluttershy moved up beside Pinkamena again and walked with her, although this time without putting a wing around her. "You'll figure it out."
"Is there even anything to figure out? I mean, maybe I am just Pinkie."
"If you say you're not Pinkie, then you're not Pinkie."
"You know what I mean." Pinkamena sighed. "What if there's not anything different about us, except that I'm sad, and one day I'll just poof right back into being Pinkie?"
"I..." Fluttershy let out a breath. "I don't know. I can't tell you that that won't happen."
As the duo turned a corner, Ponyville came into view down the road. It was a beautiful day, sunny but cool from the previous night's rain, and ponies were taking full advantage of it. Even this far out there wasn't a single street without at least one pony going about their day, running errands or even just taking a walk.
"What do I do?" Pinkamena's voice was sad, and had a hint of worry in it. "Should I just hide and wait to turn back into Pinkie?"
"Not if you don't want to."
"But what, then?"
"Well, if you don't want to be Pinkie, then just... Don't be." Fluttershy shrugged. "You've always thought differently when you got like this, but you never let any of it stick before. You can use this chance to take a different path."
"How, though? I mean, I can't just pick and choose what parts of me I like."
"Just do things differently," Fluttershy told her. "What's something you've always wanted to do when you got like this, but never did because of the Pinkie part of yourself?"
"Umm..." Pinkamena thought for a long moment. "I don't know, I mean, I always get weird impulses."
"Are there any you would get over and over?"
"I... Oh!" Pinkamena's face lit up with realization. "Yeah, there is something!"
Fluttershy grinned. "Well, let's go do it, then."
"Actually, um..." Pinkamena looked to the side bashfully. "I think if you're there I might chicken out."
"Oh. You wanna go alone?"
Pinkamena nodded.
Fluttershy leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek, which shocked her enough to make her blush. "Of course you can. Just tell me about it later, okay?"
Pinkamena smiled and nodded. "Yeah, definitely."
They walked the rest of the way to Ponyville in silence, although Pinkamena did lean up against Fluttershy, and Fluttershy put her wing back around Pinkamena. When they hit the intersection that marked the start of town, Fluttershy kissed Pinkamena goodbye, and they went their separate ways.
As soon as she was alone, Pinkamena found herself far more nervous about being out and about. Thoughts ran through her head that she had no answers to. How would she explain her appearance to ponies? Should she be open about what happened? Would they even believe her? She had no idea.
Rather than face these questions, she elected to do her best to avoid them. She stuck to the back roads as she traveled, and when that wasn't enough, when a street was still too crowded to avoid contact, she ducked into alleyways and hopped over fences. She knew the town well enough that there was always another route she could take, and so she made it to the Carousel Boutique without talking to a single other pony along the way.
Rarity lived on a busy street, so Pinkamena had to hide in the shadows across from her destination and wait for an opening to cross. It was bad enough that ponies kept going into the building, but she figured she'd at least have Rarity to help deal with them. Running into somepony outside was an entirely separate beast, and one she wanted desperately to--
"Sup?"
Pinkamena yelped and whirled around to meet the sound behind her. She spun so fast and so hard that her hooves slid out from under her, though, and she fell awkwardly onto her back.
Above her loomed Rainbow Dash, who was clearly suppressing a laugh. "You good?"
"Oh... Uh, hi, Dashie," Pinkamena said quietly. She didn't make any move to get up from where she had fallen.
"Yeah, hey. What's up? You aren't lookin too hot."
"Oh, it's fine," Pinkamena said. "The fall didn't really hurt."
"No, I mean..." Rainbow Dash gestured vaguely towards Pinkamena's mane.
"Oh, yeah. It's, uh, kinda complicated."
"I've got time."
"I was actually just about to go talk to Rarity," Pinkamena said.
"You mean you're not just hanging out in this alley for fun?" Rainbow Dash snorted. "Yeah, alright, let's go in. I was gonna make Rarity take a break anyway."
Rainbow Dash helped Pinkamena up, and they crossed the street to the boutique. Pinkamena kept her head down, trying not to notice all the ponies giving her strange looks, but her face was still beet red by the time they walked through the door.
Rarity noticed Rainbow Dash first and beamed. "Rainbow!" She started to trot over towards them cheerily. "How lovely to see you, what can--" She cut herself off with a gasp when she saw Pinkamena. "Oh, Pinkie, dear, what's the matter?"
Pinkamena winced. "Um, actually..." She glanced around at the few customers milling around and pursed her lips. "Can we go somewhere private?"
"Of course," Rarity said. "Everypony," she announced to the store, "I'm going on break, so I'm afraid if you need help you'll need to have a little patience. Feel free to mill around, though, and I'll try not to take too long."
With that taken care of, Rarity led Pinkamena and Rainbow Dash into a back room that she used as an office to talk to clients in. It was warm and cozy, with just enough room to hold Rarity's desk and a few comfortable chairs without feeling crowded.
Rarity took up her natural place behind her desk, and Pinkamena pulled a chair up opposite her. Rainbow Dash then decided to forego chairs, and instead leaned against the side of the desk in between the two.
"So," Rarity said once she felt they were all settled, "what's the matter, darling?"
"Um... Nothing?" Pinkamena looked at her awkwardly.
Rarity gave her a puzzled look. "But, then, why..."
"Yeah..." Pinkamena traced her hoof along the desk as she thought through her words. "So, I'm... Not Pinkie." That just made the others even more confused, so she went on. "We had an accident at the mirror pool and kinda got split up."
Rainbow Dash groaned. "More copies? You know how that went last time!"
"This is different!" Pinkamena put her hooves up defensively. "I'm not like they were, I'm not even Pinkie! It didn't copy Pinkie, it sorta... Cut her in half."
"I think I understand," Rarity said, "but how can I help? You should go to Twilight if you want to find a way to get put back together."
"No!" Pinkamena blurted the response out, then blushed and turned her head away. "No, I... I don't wanna go away."
"I mean, I guess we can probably handle two Pinkies," Rainbow Dash said. "Just don't make any more!"
"I'm not Pinkie! I'm Pinkamena!"
Rainbow Dash gave her a strange look. "You do realize Pinkie is short for Pinkamena, right?"
"It's... It's still a different name, okay?" Pinkamena huffed. "I mean, she never lets anypony call her Pinkamena. So don't call me Pinkie."
"Of course, dearest," Rarity told her. "Rainbow is just being difficult. If you want to be called Pinkamena, nopony will object."
"No, I get it," Pinkamena said. "I'm not mad. I mean, at least she's honest."
"No, I'm loyal," Rainbow Dash said.
Pinkamena snorted out a short laugh. "Yeah, okay."
"So, what can I do for you?" Rarity asked.
"Oh, yeah." Pinkamena crossed her hooves nervously. "Well, um, I'm not really... I don't know." She shook her head and looked down. "I don't know who I am, or what I want. All I know is I don't wanna be Pinkie."
"So..." Rarity replied coaxingly.
"So I wanna do something big. Something Pinkie would never do."
"Yeah, that can't possibly go wrong," Rainbow Dash said dryly.
Rarity shot Rainbow Dash a look, then turned her attention back to Pinkamena. "Darling, are you sure? You're still a very similar pony, so jumping right into something Pinkie wouldn't like, well... You could just wind up hurting yourself."
Pinkamena shook her head. "I'm sure. I'm super sure. I've been thinking about this for years, I just never did it cuz it would mess with how other ponies saw Pinkie."
"Well, if you're positive," Rarity said, "then I'm here to help. So, what did you have in mind? A new wardrobe? Perhaps even a new mane style? You could do a lot with it if it isn't going to puff back up again."
Pinkamena shook her head. "No, none of that stuff is big enough. I want something I can't go back from."
Rarity raised an eyebrow. "So, a piercing...?"
She shook her head again. "I wanna dye my fur." |
How to be Happy | Chapter 10: Denial and Bargaining | "What, like, all of it?" Rainbow Dash furrowed her brow in a confused expression. "You wanna be blue or something?"
"Rainbow Dash, don't be ridiculous," Rarity said. "Obviously she does not want all of her fur dyed."
"Yeah, I mean, even if I'm not Pinkie, I'm still pink," Pinkamena said. "I just want a cool design."
"You can do that?" Rainbow Dash asked.
"I'm surprised you haven't heard of it," Rarity said, "what with the circles you spend time in. It's been getting popular in underground scenes lately."
"Well... Clearly not the cool ones." Rainbow Dash huffed. "How do I not know about it if she does?"
"Maud tried it when she was younger," Pinkamena said. "She used to be a real party animal."
"Well, do you know what you're actually asking for, here?" Rarity leaned forward on the desk and looked hard at Pinkamena. "It doesn't just go away on its own. It's permanent."
"Yeah, that's the point! It's gotta be something I can't go back from, and that Pinkie would hate."
"I'm just worried about you hating it," Rarity told her. "I don't think you should do something just because Pinkie wouldn't."
"Well, I gotta do something," Pinkamena said. "I don't want ponies to look at me and just see Sad Pinkie, I want them to see me, a real, actual pony who's not Pinkie."
"It's just such a big decision," Rarity replied, "and I'm not sure you're in the right state of mind to make such a decision."
"Well, what is the right state of mind? When I'm happy? When it's too late and I'm just Pinkie again?" Pinkamena leaned forward and put her legs out in a pleading gesture. "I can't wait that long! C'mon, Rarity, I can't just be the worse Pinkie."
Rarity frowned. She reached out and put a hoof gently over the top of one of Pinkamena's. "I'm not saying no. I just need you to be absolutely positive. I couldn't forgive myself if I let you go through with this and you wound up getting hurt because of it."
Pinkamena grabbed Rarity's hoof with both of hers. "Please. I need to do something. Plus, like I said, I've thought about this before."
Rarity sighed and thought for a moment. She looked down at the table, at Pinkamena's hooves on hers, and then slowly nodded. "Okay, Pinkamena, I'll--"
"Thank you!" Pinkamena shot out of her chair and across the desk. She grabbed Rarity in midair with a tight, squeezing hug, and the force of her leap sent them both toppling out of the chair and onto the ground.
"Oof..." Rarity winced and weakly hugged back. "O-Of course, dear, but I do need to be conscious for the procedure."
Pinkamena laughed and let go of Rarity, and after catching her breath Rarity led the group out of the office they were in.
"So," she said as they walked through the hallway, "I'm afraid we'll have to go to the basement for this."
Rainbow Dash blinked. "We have a basement?"
Rarity rolled her eyes hard enough that Rainbow Dash could practically hear it. "Really, Rainbow, you're lucky you're cute." She opened up an unassuming door and revealed a set of dark wooden stairs leading down into darkness. "You've really never seen this?"
"I thought it was a bathroom." Rainbow Dash shrugged. "I never bothered to check."
With a sigh, Rarity flicked on the lights and led them downstairs.
What they walked into felt less like a basement and more like a cabin. It was a wide, uncluttered room with carpeted floors and wood-paneled walls that had been roughly sectioned out into a multipurpose space. On the far wall, shelves lined with drinks sat behind an empty bar. There were comfy chairs and sofas scattered about that half of the room. The closer side was more for utility, with some more specialized furniture filling the space. The walls were lined with sketches of designs and photos Rarity had taken that she especially liked, along with a couple of framed magazine covers featuring her smiling face.
The space right under the stairs held a small workbench, which Rarity went to right away. Pinkamena followed her, while Rainbow Dash drifted with wide eyes towards the back of the room.
"Okay, dear," Rarity started, "we'll need to figure out a design." She pulled out a large scrapbook filled with rough sketches and reference photos. "If you've no ideas, I have some suggestions. I, um..." She blushed in embarrassment. "I actually have designs made up for everypony in our little group. It's... A hobby of mine."
"I dunno," Pinkamena said, "I mean, those would be for Pinkie, not me. I do have an idea, though!"
"Oh?" Rarity shut the book and looked at her excitedly. "Do tell."
"So," Pinkamena propped her legs up on the workbench to explain, "I was thinking, like, you know candy canes? How they're all stripey? I want my legs to look like that."
"The whole leg?" Rarity asked in shock. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather start smaller, just to make sure you like it?"
Pinkamena shook her head. "Nope, all the way."
"All four legs?"
"Uhh... Nah, just the front ones," Pinkamena decided. "And make 'em swirl in different directions."
Rarity found a notepad and started taking notes. "Alright. Color? Personally, I think the normal red of candy canes would fit perfectly, but there's always--"
"Black!" Pinkamena tapped her hooves on the workbench as the reality of what she was doing set in and she started to get excited.
Rarity looked at her blank-faced for a second. "Black?"
"Yup!" Pinkamena nodded fervently. "I mean, Pinkie would never ever choose black."
"True," Rarity admitted, "and black does make a rather striking pair with pink, but are you sure you would like it? It's okay for you to dislike some of the same things as Pinkie, and black is... Well, it'll certainly have an effect on your image."
"That's what I want!"
"Yes, but..." Rarity thought for a moment, then dug around for some colored pencils and started sketching. A moment later, she raised up a tentative design for Pinkamena. "How do you feel about these colors? There's plenty more that Pinkie wouldn't choose, and I want it to be something you like."
Pinkamena barely heard her. Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw the sketch. "It's perfect!" She grinned and hopped in place a bit. "I knew you were the right pony to come to. You always make my silly ideas look good."
"Aw, well, thank you very much," Rarity said. "I'm happy to help."
Pinkamena nodded, then turned away. "Hey, Dashie! Come check it out!"
"Hm?" Rainbow Dash pushed herself out of the deep chair she'd settled in and meandered over to them, a half-full drink clutched in her wing. Her eyes widened when she saw the sketch. "Woah, that's... Wild. You're actually going through with this?"
Pinkamena nodded. "I mean, Rarity had me a little worried before, but now that I see the sketch I gotta do it."
Rainbow Dash let out a short laugh. "Yeah, okay, you're definitely not Pinkie. Doesn't matter how sad she was, she'd never be into that. It looks good, though! I think so, at least."
Rarity had been giving Rainbow Dash a dirty look up until that point, and finally decided to snatch the drink away from her. "Okay, yes, thank you for the input. Now shoo, we have work to do."
"Hey!" Rainbow Dash pouted. "What's the big deal?"
"The 'big deal' is that you didn't even ask," Rarity told her, "and we have company."
"You would've said yes! What's the point in asking?"
"It's a matter of your manners," Rarity said.
"Well, you could've just said something," Rainbow Dash said. "You don't gotta make a whole deal out of it, that's just... It sucks."
Rarity regarded her for a moment, then looked away coldly. "Hmph." She shoved the drink roughly back into Rainbow Dash's grip. "Not while we have company."
Rainbow Dash groaned and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever. See ya, Mena." Without waiting for a reply, she turned and trotted heavily up the stairs and out of the basement.
Pinkamena had watched the exchange in sullen silence, and she looked at Rarity with a severely deepened frown. "Um... Are you two alright?"
"Hm?" Rarity looked at her, then sighed and nodded. "I'm sorry about that. We're still... Getting used to things."
"I'm sorry if I made things worse," Pinkamena said.
"No, dear, you're perfectly alright," Rarity told her. "Once we're cooled down, we'll both apologize and work everything out. Don't worry about it."
"Okay..."
Rarity frowned and watched Pinkamena for a moment. Then she nodded and tapped the sketch affirmingly. "So! You're happy with this design?"
"Huh?" Pinkamena took a moment to remember what they had been doing. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, I like it."
"No changes to make? Bigger or smaller stripes? A flourish at the ends?"
Pinkamena thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Nope, I like this."
"Alright, well, hop onto the table then." Rarity gestured to a strange, segmented table sitting nearby, then started gathering up her tools.
Pinkamena looked the seat over as she walked up to it. It was clear it could be shifted and tilted into all sorts of positions, but as it was it reminded her mostly of a massage table.
"Uhh, face up?" She asked awkwardly.
"However you prefer, darling," Rarity told her without looking back.
Pinkamena nodded and hopped up. It was a tall table, wide enough for her to lay comfortably, but it also blocked her view of the ground below. She tried lying face up, but it made her feel strangely vulnerable, like she was stranded on a raft out at sea, so she flipped over. The new position still wasn't perfect, as it made the table's height feel far more significant, but it was better than the alternative.
A few minutes later, Rarity wheeled a tray full of supplies over and stood beside Pinkamena. The tray had all sorts of things, but the most notable was the strange pen-like object that was hooked up to a large base.
"What's that thing?" Pinkamena asked.
Rarity wheeled a stool over for herself and sat down where Pinkamena could see her easily. "Well, as you may know, manes and fur are very difficult to safely use magic on. Things backfire easily, and the more significant the change, the greater the risk."
"Uh-huh."
"That's where this helps." She used her magic to grab the pen and flick it on. It whirred to life, buzzing mechanically as it shaped Rarity's magic to a razor tip. "It gives me much finer control, although as a downside it is extremely specialized. It's only really good for this one thing."
Pinkamena winced at the loud, harsh noise of the machine. "I-Is it safe?"
Rarity flicked it back off and set the pen down. "Oh, completely. The finished model came out, oh, a year or so ago, and it's basically impossible to make a dire mistake. If I were to mess up with my magic, which I won't, it would just be shot out the sides before it could reach the tip."
"Only a year?"
"Yes, well, there were prototypes before that. Honestly, I was shocked to hear that Maud had work done. The tools back then... Well, I could show you mine later if you'd like, but it's not something I would actually use on a pony."
Pinkamena swallowed hard. "But this one is fine, right? It won't hurt me?"
Rarity inhaled sharply through her teeth. "Well, I didn't say that. It's not a pleasant experience."
"I-It'll hurt?"
"I'm afraid so," Rarity said. "If you'd like, I could do a quick test without any dye to see if it's too much for you."
"Um..." Pinkamena nodded. "Yeah, okay."
Rarity picked the pen back up and flicked on the machine. "Okay," she said, her voice quickly becoming garbled in the whir of the machine, "hold your leg out for me."
Pinkamena did as she was told, and Rarity leaned forward and held a hoof gently on Pinkamena's. Then she pulled the pen up and looked into Pinkamena's eyes.
"Ready?"
Pinkamena nodded.
Rarity tapped the pen to Pinkamena for just a second before pulling back, but her leg was gone almost before the pen was. Pinkamena yelped loudly as she pulled her leg into herself and rubbed the point where she'd been jabbed.
Rarity frowned and turned the machine off. "I'm sorry, darling. Ponies all have different resistances to magic, so there's no real way to know how much it'll hurt without trying. I didn't think it would be that bad for you."
Slowly, Rarity put the pen back in its holster and started to wheel the tray away.
As Pinkamena watched the tool roll out of her life, she felt a deep, anxious feeling creep up at the back of her neck. "W-Wait!" She held out a hoof to stop Rarity. "I..."
Rarity looked back at her. "What's that?"
Pinkamena bit her lip, trying to will the words out of herself, and eventually managed to blurt them out all at once. "I still wanna do it!"
Rarity looked at her with a confused stare. "But... Pinkamena, that pain wouldn't stop. It would be there for all of both legs."
"I can handle it," Pinkamena said, although she completely failed to sound like she believed it.
"Darling, I'm sorry, but you saw how quickly you pulled your leg away. I can't do the work at all if you can't sit still."
"But..." Pinkamena looked around as if she'd find an answer, then turned back to Rarity and clasped her hooves together and begged. "Please, Rarity, I need this. I can't just be a backup Pinkie! Pinkie's already enough for everypony, I'll just get abandoned and forgotten!" She could feel herself tearing up, and struggled to stop them. "Nopony wants two Pinkies. It's too much! And Pinkie is already friends with everypony. I don't wanna be alone, Rarity!"
"Pinkamena, dear." Rarity frowned and walked up to her, then ran a hoof through Pinkamena's mane, which calmed her down a bit. "I'm so sorry you feel like we'd abandon you. I can swear up and down that I never would, but..." She sighed. "I don't know what else I can do. You're asking me to hurt one of my friends for... For hours. I just can't do it."
"But what other option do I have?" Pinkamena looked up into Rarity's eyes pitifully. "I'll do anything. I can get used to it, I just... I need time to. Do it without dye some more, just for a couple minutes, to see if I can get used to it. Please. Please Rarity, I need this, I--"
Rarity put her hoof over Pinkamena's lips to shush her. "Darling. This way you're thinking, feeling like you need this, it's not healthy, and I want to talk about it later. But... I do understand the value in taking one's life into their own hooves and making changes like this, so I will try. You have to promise me, though, that if I decide you won't be able to get used to it, you will find something else. Okay?"
Pinkamena sniffed and nodded. "Mm-hm. I promise." She reached out and pulled Rarity into an awkward hug. "Thank you so much."
Rarity took a deep breath and hugged back. "Of course." When Pinkamena finally let go, she turned and made for the stairs. "I suppose I'll just... Go find some straps, then." |
How to be Happy | Chapter 11: Recovery and Renewal | "Just a few more steps, darling." Rarity spoke softly as she half-carried Pinkamena up the steps that led out of the basement, one of Pinkamena's legs slung awkwardly over Rarity's shoulder. It wasn't a strictly necessary process, but neither of them entirely trusted Pinkamena's sore, wobbly legs to hold her weight, and a staircase was far from the ideal place to test that.
Once they crossed the threshold into the main floor, Pinkamena unhooked herself from Rarity, tilted for a moment, and finally managed to find steady ground. "Thank you, Rarity," she said weakly. "For... For everything."
Pinkamena was in rough shape. Her eyes were damp, and her cheeks were stained with tears. She still had a tremble in her lip when she talked, and every step brought another wince. Despite it all, though, she was smiling. It was a weak smile, but it still felt like the most genuine smile that had ever graced her lips.
Rarity ran a hoof through Pinkamena's mane. "I'm happy to help, even if it pains me terribly to hurt you like that."
"I'm really sorry to make you do that..." Pinkamena frowned guiltily.
"You didn't make me," Rarity said, "I just weighed the options and chose to hope that the good would long outlive the bad."
Pinkamena looked down at her legs, at the crisp black swirls that now ran from her hooves to her shoulders, and grinned. "I think they will. I mean, nopony will think I'm Pinkie now."
"At the very least, they'll question things," Rarity agreed. "Come, let's find you someplace comfortable to lie down."
Pinkamena didn't respond right away. She was still looking at her legs, shifting her weight around and testing them as though she'd never walked on four legs before. When she finally did reply, it was absent-minded, distracted. "Yeah, 'kay."
Rarity led her into the storefront, which she had closed for the day before starting work on Pinkamena's legs, and helped her to get comfortable on one of the chaise lounges she kept there. Then she walked off, saying something about tea, as Pinkamena stuck her legs into the air and waved them around slowly.
The designs mesmerized her. Her legs looked so foreign to her, so strange, so not Pinkie's. Her mind started to race as she watched the patterns flow through the air. Thoughts came and went faster than she could even register their existence, and even if she could, she was too focused on the swirls to pay them much attention. It was the back of her mind that ran through thoughts, that played out possibilities and realized new horizons, while her attention was focused on the spirals digging into her psyche. She imagined them, followed their path from her hooves up to her shoulders, where the lines tapered off. She saw images of them not actually ending, but becoming a part of her, receding from the surface and into her being. She could see herself, floating in the void of existence, as tendrils of black swirled around her, shaped her into something new, and she wondered what that new thing could be. There were so many options, so many new choices to make, she could--
"Woah." She was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of Rainbow Dash's voice. "That looks awesome."
Pinkamena turned her head to watch as Rainbow Dash floated across the room and settled down next to her. With a grin, Pinkamena kicked her legs back and forth to show them off. "Right?"
Rainbow Dash reached out to touch the newly dyed fur, and Pinkamena put a lot of effort into hiding the pain that it brought. Rainbow Dash ran her hoof curiously along the edge, amazed by how natural it seemed. "How does that even work?"
"Beats me," Pinkamena said. "Rarity just kinda drew it on."
"And it's permanent?" Rainbow Dash kept prodding at her leg. "How does it not--"
"Quit touching it," Rarity's voice came from behind Rainbow Dash. "Her legs are very sore right now."
"Oop!" Rainbow Dash let go and backed away quickly. "Sorry, I didn't know."
Rarity walked past her with a tray holding several cups and a pot of tea. She pulled a stool over and set the tray right beside Pinkamena's head, then passed her a cup of tea with a long straw in it. "There you go," she said, "so you don't have to hold it."
Pinkamena smiled at her for a moment, then finally dropped her legs and turned onto her side so she could reach the tea. "You're so nice."
"I do my best," Rarity said as she poured herself a cup and got comfortable on the floor. She passed Rainbow Dash the only mug on the tray, since she didn't like using teacups. "Here you go, dear. Come join us, won't you?"
Rainbow Dash grabbed the mug and settled down between the other two. "Thanks, babe."
"So," Rarity said, "what do you plan to do next?"
"Well, I was gonna go take a nap," Rainbow Dash replied.
"Not you," Rarity said with a groan, and Rainbow Dash snickered.
Pinkamena took a gulp of her tea. "I dunno. I haven't had any ideas yet."
"Well, that's understandable," Rarity told her. "Anyhow, I wanted to continue that... Talk from earlier."
"Talk" Rainbow Dash asked.
Pinkamena blushed. "Oh, yeah..."
Rarity looked deep into Pinkamena's eyes. "Darling, I don't like hearing you say you need something that hurts you. It's... Well, it's worrying, to say the least."
Pinkamena frowned and let out a tiny whine. "I'm sorry. I know it was bad, I just got scared."
"Have you thought about what it means that you're not Pinkie anymore?"
Pinkamena gave her an odd look. "What do you mean?"
"You don't... How do I put this..." Rarity thought for a moment. "You've lost your safety net, in a way. I know you've always worked hard to fight your unhealthy thoughts, but before, at the end of the day, you always had Pinkie there. You knew that eventually, the thoughts would go away on their own."
"I... Right." Pinkamena looked down mournfully. "No, I know. I'm stuck like this. I know I'll never really be happy."
"That's not at all what I'm saying," Rarity told her. "Pinkie or not, you did fight those thoughts before, and you still can. I just want to make sure you know where you stand."
Pinkamena nodded, an odd gesture since she was laying on her side, and kept her eyes turned away. "I know. I'm sorry."
Rarity reached over and pulled Pinkamena's gaze back to her. "Don't be sorry, dear. Just do your best, and don't forget that we're all here for you. We love you, Pinkie or Pinkamena."
Pinkamena smiled just a little. "Thank you, Rarity. I, um, I love you, too."
"Yeah, uh... Me too, I guess," Rainbow Dash added awkwardly. "What she said."
Pinkamena giggled. "I love you, too, Dashie."
Rarity took a deep breath and nodded decisively. "Alright, I think that's just about enough seriousness for today. Would you like to rest here some more, Pinkamena, or should Rainbow help you home?"
"Uhh... Let's see." Pinkamena shifted heavily and pushed herself off the sofa. She landed with a thud on the ground, lilted and stumbled a few steps to the side, then caught herself and settled into a wide stance. She shifted her weight around a bit as a test, then took a few cautious steps.
"I think I should be alright to get back on my own," Pinkamena said. "Thank you for everything."
Rarity got up and gave Pinkamena a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to send Rainbow with you anyway, just to be sure, alright?"
Pinkamena pursed her lips. "I really don't need--"
"No arguments," Rarity said, "you'll not change my mind. I need to know you're alright."
Pinkamena sighed. "Alright. Come on, Dashie."
Rainbow Dash got up and trotted up beside her. "Let's hurry it up, this is cutting into my 'me' time."
"Isn't it always your 'me' time?" Pinkamena asked as they started towards the door.
"Nah, I give Rarity an hour or two every day," Rainbow Dash replied. "I'm a good girlfriend like that."
Pinkamena laughed and pushed the door open. "Yeah, okay."
The dyeing hadn't been a quick process, and they walked out just as dusk was falling over Ponyville. Crickets chirped, owls hooted as they woke up, and the signs of a bitterly cold night nipped at their heels. Up above, dark clouds almost entirely obscured the moon.
Only a few ponies still roamed the streets, all bundled up in preparation for the chill to come as they enjoyed what little night-life Ponyville had. Fewer still walked alone, as just about everypony who stayed out so late did so with friends or lovers, and those who were without company were almost certainly on their way to meet company. So, despite the rather barren nature of the streets, Ponyville was filled with the sounds of distant conversation and laughter, and on busier streets there were just enough ponies to give the impression that the town was still populated.
Pinkamena turned and walked off into this bustling night, and at first Rainbow Dash didn't follow. When she did, it was with a confused look.
"Uh, dude?" Rainbow Dash trotted right up beside Pinkamena. "Your place is the other way."
"I know," Pinkamena said without stopping.
"So... Turn around?"
"Nah."
Rainbow Dash groaned. "Why not?"
Pinkamena shrugged. "I just don't wanna go home tonight." |
How to be Happy | Chapter 12: Known and Discovered | "What do you mean you don't wanna go home?" Rainbow Dash moved in front of Pinkamena and looked into her eyes. "Where else are you gonna go?"
Pinkamena sidestepped and kept walking past Rainbow Dash. "I'm sure somepony's got something going on."
"What about Fluttershy?" Rainbow Dash watched as Pinkamena walked past her. "Won't she be worried?"
"Iunno. I hope not."
"You hope not? She's Fluttershy. You can't just leave her in the dark like that!"
"She's not a weak little pony anymore, Dashie. I'm sure she'll piece together that I decided to stay out."
Rainbow Dash moved and put her hooves on Pinkamena's shoulders to stop her. "Dude, what's going on? This isn't like you."
Pinkamena gave her an annoyed look. "You don't know what's like me," she grumbled.
"Come on, we've been friends for years. You might've gotten split up from Pinkie or whatever, but I still know you."
"You know Pinkie. That's all anypony knows, that's all I know. I never would've done this," she said, gesturing at her legs, "if I just kept being the same pony, and this is the first thing that's actually made me happy since I crawled out of the mirror pool."
"I mean, I'm glad it worked out an all, but that doesn't explain this." Rainbow Dash stepped back and lowered her voice sympathetically. "Pinkamena, what are you doing?"
"I don't know. Anything. Everything. Whatever pops into my head that Pinkie wouldn't do, I'm gonna do it."
"That sounds like an awful idea," Rainbow Dash said. "I mean, what would Fluttershy say?"
"I don't know! Why don't you go find out?" With a glare, Pinkamena stepped forward again and shoved past Rainbow Dash."
"Wh--" Rainbow Dash was stunned. "Wait, are you mad?" She started following Pinkamena again, but this time stayed behind her. "I'm sorry, Pinkamena, I just--"
"You want me to be Pinkie."
Rainbow Dash blinked. "What?"
"You just want me to be exactly like Pinkie!" She huffed without looking back. "It's all any of you want."
"Okay, woah." Rainbow Dash hopped into the air and hovered in front of Pinkamena. "You need to chill. I'm not trying to turn you into anything, you can't just go around slinging accusations at your friends like that."
"Are we even friends?"
"Of course we're friends!"
"Who are you friends with, then? Huh? Describe me. We can't be friends if you don't know anything about me."
"I know everything about you. Your birthday, your favorite foods, what songs you hate, all of it!"
Pinkamena rolled her eyes. "That's stuff about Pinkie. Tell me about me. What's my favorite food?"
"Isn't it just the same as Pinkie's?"
"No!" Pinkamena growled and kicked dust into the air towards Rainbow Dash. "I'm not Pinkie! I don't have a favorite food, or song, or anything! We're not friends cuz there's not a pony in me for you to be friends with."
Rainbow Dash frowned and landed right in front of Pinkamena. Her voice dropped to almost a whisper. "Pinkamena. Please go talk to Fluttershy. I can't make you feel better, but she might be able to, and I think you're doing really bad right now. I don't know why, after you were so happy with the dye, but--"
"Get out of my way."
Rainbow Dash pouted. "Pinkamena, please."
Pinkamena stared straight through her. "I'm sick of talking."
Rainbow Dash scratched the back of her neck. "Come on, Pinkamena, I--"
"Go away!" Pinkamena reached up and shoved Rainbow Dash aside so she could keep moving.
For a moment, Rainbow Dash did nothing. She just stared at Pinkamena, astonished. Steadily, her expression grew hard and sad, and after a few moments, she took to the air.
"I'm gonna go talk to Fluttershy," she said quietly. She waited for a response but got none, so she sped off into the night in silence.
Once Rainbow Dash was out of sight, Pinkamena grumbled and kicked a rock as hard as she could. She felt more frustrated than she could remember ever feeling before, and it was made all the worse by the fact that she didn't even know why.
Rainbow Dash was right. She had been happy. She'd been thrilled, even. She said herself that it was the first time she'd felt happy since she became Pinkamena, and she had meant it. Even now, past the frustration, thinking about the new designs on her legs, about the sudden change she'd made to her life, lit an ember of excitement within her.
She just didn't understand why feeling good felt so bad.
She tried to think back on her conversation with Rainbow Dash, to see if anything she had said still rang true, but just as she started her thoughts were interrupted. Her legs stopped moving, and that made her realize they'd been moving in the first place. She found herself staring at a tiny, run-down house near the center of Ponyville. It was dark inside, but the faint sound of music could be heard thumping within.
"Yeah, okay," she said to herself as she walked inside. She didn't bother to knock, as she knew nopony would be able to hear her to answer. She'd been to enough of these to know she was welcome, anyway.
It took her a moment to remember which door opened to the cheap wooden steps leading down into the unfinished basement, but once she opened it, the wall of noise that greeted her made it clear she'd found the right one. She winced at the sheer volume of it, marveled at the impeccable soundproofing that must have gone into making this place, and shut the door behind herself as she made her way down the stairs.
Contrary to what one might believe, Vinyl Scratch's nightly house parties were rather humble affairs, at least by her standards. She kept her house open late into the night every day, but only her closest friends were actually told about it. It was rare for more than three or four ponies to show up a night, and most nights she only got one or two.
The scene Pinkamena walked into was one she knew well. The room was largely just a spacious concrete basement, with a booth at the far end for Vinyl's equipment and various instruments and other memorabilia lining the walls. In the center of the room, though, the floor dipped down into a circular divot lined with cushions, like a single round bed inlaid into the room. There was also a small stage in one corner that was used for performances, but it saw little use most nights.
The only ponies there when Pinkamena joined the party were Vinyl Scratch, who was lounging on the circular sofa, and Octavia, who was stretched out beside her. They didn't look to be doing much of anything besides enjoying the music and each others' company.
When Vinyl Scratch saw Pinkamena, she nudged for Octavia to move and got up. The music slowly lowered in volume as she walked over, until it was just low enough to speak over.
"Yo, Pinks!" Vinyl Scratch hugged Pinkamena and patted her back. "It's been ages. What's with the new look?"
"It's a long story," Pinkamena said, "but the short version is that I'm not Pinkie."
"Oh?" Vinyl Scratch lifted her tinted glasses and looked hard at her. "If you're Chrysalis, you know you're not allowed in here anymore."
Pinkamena laughed and pulled out of Vinyl's grasp. Then she jumped onto the sofa and landed with a relieved sigh on her back in the center. "Nah, I'm Pinkamena. Pinkie's back home."
"Yeah, sure, I'll pretend I understood that." Vinyl Scratch hopped back down into the circle and rejoined Octavia.
"It's a pleasure to, um, meet you?" Octavia said.
Pinkamena giggled and rolled over to look at them. "Yup! Just act like I'm a new pony."
"Well, if you're new, you're technically intruding on a private party," Vinyl Scratch said, laughing at her own joke. "I'll let it slide for now, though. You just better be cool."
"That's what I'm here to find out!"
"Pardon?" Octavia asked.
"Well, I'm new to me, too," Pinkamena said. "I gotta figure out if I'm cool."
"I mean, Pinkie's cool," Vinyl Scratch said. "If you're anything like her, then--"
"No!" Pinkamena yelled out a bit louder than she wanted and then blushed in embarrassment. "No, I'm new! I'm not like Pinkie! I wanna do stuff she wouldn't."
"Oh, alright," Vinyl Scratch said, "so you didn't come to party, you came to party. I get it."
"Ooh, sounds fun," Octavia cooed as a wicked grin grew on her face.
"I guess?" Pinkamena tilted her head. "I don't think I get it. What's a... 'Party?'"
"Oh, you'll find out," Vinyl Scratch said. She crawled over until she was nose to nose with Pinkie. "You sure you're up to this? There's a reason we never invite Pinkie out on these things. She'd freak."
Pinkamena gulped. "Wait, why would she freak?"
Vinyl Scratch grinned and prodded her nose. "You're gonna have to join us to find out. The leg work's a good start, but are you sure you wanna do this 'not Pinkie' thing?"
Pinkamena bit her lip, thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. Let's do it."
"Oh, how exciting!" Octavia clapped and hopped up out of the circle. "I'll go get ready to head out!"
"Wait, we're leaving?" Pinkamena asked.
"Well, we can't party here," Vinyl Scratch said. "Well, okay, we could, but that's no fun. Nah, we're gonna take you to Ponyville's real underground scene." |
How to be Happy | Chapter 13: Friends and Enemies | After parting ways with Pinkamena, Fluttershy had decided to take her time in returning to the cottage. It really was a beautiful day, after all, and despite all the drama and high emotions she found herself feeling optimistic. Pinkamena was a strong pony, Fluttershy was sure of that. Whatever she was planning to do, Fluttershy was sure Pinkamena would come back feeling much better about herself.
And so Fluttershy found herself meandering around Ponyville and enjoying the sunshine. She wandered the back roads, smiling at the few ponies she passed by, and then she wandered the more populated roads, filled with houses and far more ponies. On these streets she had to actively move aside so as to not block the path of the other ponies enjoying their days, but she didn't mind. Mostly, she was just thankful that none of them stopped her to try and talk.
Finally, as she followed her hooves wherever they carried her, she turned off of one of these streets and found herself in Ponyville's marketplace. It was a wide plaza, lined on the outside with specialty shops, but the inside of the space was far from open. It was filled with rows upon rows of booths and stalls providing anything and everything an inquiring pony may want.
The afternoon was just turning to evening as she walked into the market, which was perfect for her. The market was always busiest right when it opened, when ponies would show up hoping to get the first shot at the day's goods, but Fluttershy had no interest in being part of that bustle. She'd much rather show up at the end of the day, when the rows were clear and salesponies were just beginning to pack up.
Fluttershy walked into the lines of tables with a smile on her face. Ponies who recognized her waved and said hello, and she did so back. She glanced over the wares still on display as she trotted along, but she didn't linger at any one stall. If nothing caught her eye by the time she was past it, she just took that to mean that she didn't need anything there.
What finally got her to stop wasn't any stall or store, but actually a pony. As she turned a corner, she glanced towards the edge of the plaza and saw a familiar face sitting on one of the benches, talking excitedly to somepony she didn't recognize.
The unknown pony, a unicorn with light green fur and a blazing orange mane, gave her pause, but it had been so long since Fluttershy had last spoken to Twilight that she decided to go over and say hello anyway.
Twilight didn't even notice Fluttershy walk up, enraptured as she was in her conversation. Fluttershy stood beside her for a moment, giving her a chance to notice, but was eventually forced to clear her throat to get Twilight's attention.
"Um, Twilight?"
Twilight and the other pony looked up at her, and a massive smile grew on Twilight's face. The other pony smiled, too, although much more subtly.
"Fluttershy!" Twilight hopped up and pulled her friend into a tight hug. "It's been so long! I didn't know you were back in town."
Fluttershy nodded. "Mhm. Sorry I didn't come see you sooner, things have just been kind of hectic."
"Hectic?" The unknown pony raised an eyebrow curiously.
"Um..." Fluttershy pursed her lips, unsure at first about talking in front of this stranger, but didn't want to miss the chance to catch up with her friend. "Yes, well, something kind of... Strange happened to Pinkie Pie."
"Oh no, is she okay?" Twilight asked anxiously.
"She's alright," Fluttershy said, "just stressed, and um... Well, it's complicated."
Twilight sat back on the bench, pressed up far closer to the other pony than Fluttershy would have been comfortable with doing herself, and patted the seat for Fluttershy to join her. "Well, come on, tell us about it."
"Um..." Fluttershy looked back and forth between Twilight and the other pony a few times. "Not to be rude, Twilight, but... I don't really think I should talk about Pinkie's personal life in front of somepony we don't know."
"What?" Twilight wrinkled her brow in confusion, then followed Fluttershy's gaze and slapped her own forehead. "Oh. Duh. Fluttershy, this is just Chrysalis."
"Oh!" Fluttershy blushed deeply. "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you like that."
Chrysalis laughed. "I was wondering how long it'd take Twilight to realize that."
Twilight huffed. "That's mean."
Chrysalis grinned, showing a mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth, and bopped Twilight on the nose. "If you don't want me to be mean, you should stop being so fun to be mean to."
Twilight groaned and rolled her eyes. "Anyway." She patted the seat again. "C'mon, join us."
Fluttershy smiled and nodded, then got comfortable beside her friend. "It's really nice to see you two. Why is Chrysalis disguised, though?"
Twilight shrugged. "She just said she wanted to be a pony today."
"I just figured," Chrysalis added in a haughty voice, "that there should be two good-looking ponies in Ponyville today. Call it a public service."
Fluttershy chuckled softly. "Fair enough."
"I do love the new look, by the way," Chrysalis told her. "You look less like a pony every time I see you."
"Um... Thank you?" Fluttershy replied hesitantly. "I guess that's a good thing coming from you, at least."
"So, what's all this about Pinkie?" Twilight asked.
"Oh, right. Well, she fell in the mirror pool--"
Twilight groaned.
"--and it sort of took the bits of her that come out when she's upset and made a second pony out of them."
"Like a half-Pinkie?" Chrysalis asked.
"Sort of?" Fluttershy shrugged. "Neither of them seems to be entirely 'Pinkie,' at least how she was before. The, um... 'New' one is going by Pinkamena."
"Does she need to be zapped?" Twilight asked.
Fluttershy shook her head fervently. "No, she's... They're both real ponies. We can't do that, it would be like we killed her!"
"Okay, okay, we won't zap her," Twilight said. "What's the plan, then?"
"I don't think there is one," Fluttershy replied. "We're just trying to figure things out."
"Well, let us know if there's anything we can do to help," Twilight said. "Either of us."
Chrysalis sighed. "Yeah, sure, whatever."
"Actually, Chrysalis might not be a bad idea," Fluttershy said. "If anyone was going to know about becoming someone new, it would be you."
"That's a great idea," Twilight said. "Bring her by the castle tomorrow, alright?"
"Late tomorrow," Chrysalis added. "We're going to be up late tonight."
"Oh? What are you two up to?"
"We're going to a party," Twilight said.
"Oh! Do you think maybe Pinkie and Pinkamena would--"
"No!" Twilight blurted out. "Er, um... No, don't bring them. It's not really a Pinkie party."
Fluttershy tilted her head. "Should I be worried?"
"Probab--" Chrysalis started, but Twilight jabbed her in the side.
"Not at all," Twilight said. "I know what I'm doing."
"Okay..." Fluttershy hummed hesitantly. "Well, just stay safe."
"Of course," Twilight said. She hopped up from the bench, and Chrysalis followed suit. "Well, we should go get ready. See you tomorrow?"
Fluttershy nodded. "Mm-hm. See you then."
Twilight smiled and waved, and then the two of them vanished in a bright flash of magic.
Fluttershy was alone again, left to ponder things. She got up from the bench slowly and started walking absentmindedly towards her cottage as thoughts ran through her mind.
"Not a Pinkie party..." She mumbled under her breath as she walked.
She thought about what that could mean, but came up with nothing. Pinkie was up for just about everything she could think of, and anything else that came to mind was dangerous or otherwise taboo enough that she couldn't possibly imagine Twilight there. Of course, she could be wrong, it could be that being with Chrysalis had emboldened Twilight more than she thought, but that much? Fluttershy found it hard to believe.
The thoughts stuck in her head, though, until she found herself taking the final few steps up to her cabin. By this point the sun was starting to set, and Fluttershy suddenly realized how late she'd stayed out on her own. She couldn't help but imagine Pinkamena, having gotten home before her, crushed by disappointment and worry so badly that it outweighed whatever she had gone to do.
When she opened the door, though, there was no sign of Pinkamena. The lights were all off, the house was quiet, and the only sign of life was Pinkie Pie, who was curled up and asleep in an armchair.
Fluttershy let out a breath of relief. She turned the lights on and walked quietly over to Pinkie to shake her gently awake.
"Hmm?" Pinkie yawned and pried her eyes open. "Oh, Fluttershy!" Her voice was excited but quiet, making her sound exhausted. She held out her legs to offer a hug. "Welcome home!"
Fluttershy smiled and pulled Pinkie up into her lap as she joined her on the chair. "Thank you, sweetie. I'm sorry I was out all day."
Pinkie nuzzled into Fluttershy's chest. "It's okay. You don't have to take care of me all the time, I'm a grown-up."
Fluttershy wrapped her legs around Pinkie and held her close. "I know that, but I still worry about you. Did you at least have a good day?"
"I'unno. I guess."
Fluttershy tilted her head. "Well, what did you do?"
"Uh... Napped."
"Anything else?"
"I ate some snacks."
Fluttershy pursed her lips. "Pinkie, did you sleep all day?"
"I guess," Pinkie said. "I just didn't feel like getting up."
Fluttershy frowned and kissed Pinkie's forehead. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I mean..." Pinkie thought for a moment. "I don't feel like I'm getting sad or anything. I'm fine."
"You don't sound fine."
"I am, though!" Pinkie pouted. "If anything, I'm just bored."
"Well, that's probably because you slept all day," Fluttershy told her.
"I guess, but... I just couldn't think of anything I felt like doing." Pinkie rested her chin on Fluttershy's chest pitifully. "Everything just seemed... Boring."
"Hmm... Well, we should do something," Fluttershy decided. "Does anything interesting happen in Ponyville after dark that we could go do after Pinkamena gets back?"
"Not really."
"Well, I know there's at least one party happening," Fluttershy said. "Twilight and Chrysalis are going, but they said it's 'not a Pinkie party,' whatever that means."
Pinkie looked confused. "I'm the party pony, though. Everything's a Pinkie party."
"That's what I thought," Fluttershy said, "but they seemed to think taking you would be a bad idea."
"That's just silly." Pinkie pouted. "Now I really wanna go."
"Well, they didn't actually say where it was," Fluttershy said, "so I don't think we can anyway."
"Nah, I can just ask Vinyl. She'll know for sure." Pinkie nuzzled Fluttershy again, then hopped up out of the chair. "C'mon, let's get ready."
Fluttershy grinned. "So now you feel like going out?"
"Yeah, there's a party that I don't know about. I can't sleep though--"
There was a knock at the door.
They both turned to look at it, and Fluttershy pushed herself out of the chair. "I told Pinkamena she didn't have to knock," she said as she walked over, "why won't she just--"
When she opened the door, she stopped talking. It wasn't Pinkamena standing there, but rather a very flustered-looking Rainbow Dash, who stepped in past Fluttershy as soon as the door was open.
"Woah," she said when she saw Pinkie, "so there really are two of you now. Wild."
"Pinkamena was with you?" Fluttershy asked. "Where is she now?"
"Uhh, that's kinda why I'm here," Rainbow Dash said. "I think you might need to go find her." |
How to be Happy | Chapter 14: Risk and Reward | "This is it?"
Pinkamena was staring up at a nice, if slightly run-down, home near the center of Ponyville. The white paint that covered the walls had chipped away in places, the railing around the porch was missing a few balusters, but it looked like a perfectly fine place to live. There was even a garden gnome sitting in the shaggy grass.
That said, though, Pinkamena couldn't recall anypony ever actually living in the house. She was confident she knew everypony in Ponyville and nearly as confident she could chart out where they all lived, and as far as she knew this house was empty. It had never even crossed her mind that it might not be; Ponyville had plenty of empty homes, just waiting for somepony new to move into town.
"It's more than it appears," Octavia replied mysteriously as she hopped up onto the porch. She was wearing a tight blue dress that clung to her just the right amount, and she'd tied her mane up in a bun. Vinyl Scratch followed close behind, sporting a showy white jacket.
Pinkamena, despite having no wardrobe, had politely declined the others' offers to loan her clothes, and so all that she had to stand out was her newly dyed fur.
Octavia led the group inside of what, still, seemed to be a normal house. It had a normal layout, normal furniture, and a perfectly normal amount of dust for a house that had been empty for years.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Pinkamena asked.
Vinyl Scratch laughed sharply. "C'mon, P, have some faith."
"I do," Pinkamena replied, "I just don't get it. This is just a--"
She cut off mid-sentence. Octavia had led them into the kitchen and opened what should have been a pantry, but behind the door wasn't at all a place to keep food.
The door opened to a cramped, all-metal elevator lined with bright fluorescent lights.
Octavia stood aside to let the others in. Vinyl went in right away, but Pinkamena faltered. The elevator looked old, really old, and there was hardly room for two ponies, let alone all three of them.
"Is this thing safe?" She asked cautiously.
"Oh, almost certainly not," Octavia replied, "but the odds of us being the ones who it breaks on are pretty low. I've piled some heavy stuff in here before."
Pinkamena still hesitated, but soon enough she forced her hooves forward and onto the cold, thin metal floor of the elevator. She took up a spot next to Vinyl, having to stand practically shoulder to shoulder with her, and Octavia followed her in and shut the door behind herself.
The elevator didn't actually have buttons. Instead, there was just a lever stuck to one wall, and once they were all situated Octavia reached up and pulled it down.
There was a deep groan as the elevator shuddered to life. Ancient, probably rusty machinery ground together above them and filled the air with the awful screech of metal scraping metal. The box they were huddled in shook and rumbled for a moment then jolted down an inch before beginning its slow descent into the unknown. The wall past Octavia started sliding upwards, pulling the door to the surface away from them and replacing it with bland, uncaring concrete.
"So," Vinyl spoke loudly to be heard over the machinery, "you never actually told us about your legs. Pinkie never seemed like the kinda pony who'd get that sort of work done."
"That's--" Pinkamena started, then realized she was being too quiet and spoke up. "That's the point. Sometimes when I got sad before I'd wanna do it, but I never did cuz I knew I'd hate it once I felt better. Now that I'm not Pinkie, though, I can do whatever I want."
"That's quite the leap," Octavia said.
"I wanted something big," Pinkamena replied. "Like, really big."
"Well, did it work?" Vinyl asked.
"Yeah!" Pinkamena held up one of her legs proudly. "I love 'em! It was super worth all the pain."
Before either of them could respond, the concrete wall behind Octavia started to slide away, revealing an empty expanse beyond. Suddenly, they were in midair, being slowly lowered through a massive cavern.
Pinkamena's eyes went wide as she looked out. The space was huge, easily as big as Ponyville itself, and filled with buildings carved out of the stone. Unlike Ponyville, though, very few of these buildings were houses. Most were massive structures, stadiums and amphitheaters and big, boxy buildings housing who-knows-what.
It was made all the more astonishing by the lighting. Neon was everywhere, adorning signs, lining the roads, marking the edges of buildings. It gave definition to stone that should have been too far to see, marked out a sprawling city that otherwise would have remained hidden to her eyes.
Then there were the ponies. The space was bursting with them, just as full as Ponyville in midday. They were roaming the streets, running and playing and chatting just as ponies did in Ponyville before the sun went down. Pinkamena recognized a few faces--Lyra, Maud, Cheerilee--but the vast majority of them were strangers to her.
"Woooaaaahhhh." Pinkamena was absolutely stunned. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. "How did I not know about this?"
"It's just not really a Pinkie kinda place," Vinyl told her. "I mean, the ponies are nice, and it always felt like we should introduce you--er, her?--to them, but the attractions are a bit too, uh... Seedy."
"You know I live next door to Dracula, right?"
Vinyl Scratch stared at her. "I did not know that."
"I can't imagine Dracula invites you to many underground fighting rings, though," Octavia said.
"Nah, we don't have one of those. Fluttershy's been looking into ways to do it safely, cuz some of the vampires grew up fighting and still wanna do it, but--" She cut herself off and blinked. "Oh. That's the kinda thing that's down here?"
"Yeah, fights are in, uh... That building," Vinyl said, pointing out into the city. "We're not gonna start there, but hey, who knows what the night may bring."
As they spoke, the ground slowly came nearer and nearer, and before they knew it their conversation was interrupted by a sudden jolt as the elevator hit the bottom of its track. The three of them hopped out, and as soon as it was empty the carriage reversed its direction and started to return to the surface.
"Wait," Pinkamena said, "how do we leave when we're done?"
Her question went either unheard or just unanswered. "C'mon, this way," Vinyl said as the took the lead down the busy main street.
As they walked, Pinkamena glanced at the places they were passing. Bars, clubs, a few unlabelled businesses with bouncers standing outside their doors. All of it carved from stone. All of it lined in brilliant neon.
They passed by a hotel, one of the taller buildings in town, and Pinkamena suddenly realized that she hadn't seen any houses. She'd hardly even seen any shops, and those she had seen were all specialized places. There was no living space in sight, no general stores for ponies to get groceries from, no quiet places to take an afternoon stroll. The entirety of the space seemed devoted to entertainment.
"What's this place called?" Pinkamena asked.
"Oh, we're still in Ponyville," Octavia said. "Just, well, under it."
"So there's just a whole secret second half to Ponyville?"
"Well, I wouldn't call it a secret," Octavia answered. "It's just a bit taboo to talk about these types of places in polite company."
"I'd imagine most of the ponies up top at least know about this place," Vinyl added, "and it's not like we had a big town meeting and agreed to keep you in the dark. Just... Nopony told you."
Pinkamena hummed sadly to herself. "I can handle this stuff. I'm a grown pony."
"Well, wait til after we actually show you around to say that," Vinyl told her. "We're about at the first stop."
Vinyl Scratch turned and started making a beeline for the entrance to a moderately-sized stadium. The lights that circled the walls of the building swirled around, changing colors rapidly and making the building feel like it was constantly changing before their eyes. There were no signs indicating what the building was actually used for, but banners with logos and pictures of athletes were strung about.
"Ooh, excellent choice," Octavia said.
As they walked closer, Pinkamena started to make out sounds from inside. Mostly cheering crowds and an indecipherable announcer, but behind it was what sounded like a cluster of things rolling around and crashing together.
"What is it?"
"Oh, you'll see," Vinyl Scratch teased.
When they finally reached the wide double doors and pushed one open, they were greeted with a rolling wave of sound. Screaming, excited ponies just about drowned out everything else, but the rest was clearer now. It had definitely been rolling she heard before, and now that she could tell that it was the rolling of wheels, she was starting to get a hunch at what she was being brought into.
Vinyl didn't take them in straight in. Instead, she turned down a hallway and went deeper inside. "You picked good ponies to come with," she told Pinkamena. "Between me and Octavia, we oughta have an in just about everywhere."
They came up to a row of doors all labeled as 'reserved,' which had a single pony standing watch to make sure nopony went in who wasn't meant to be there. He was tall and stoic, but much too thin to actually be intimidating, so he wasn't really a bouncer. He was more of just a monitor.
He nodded politely as the group approached. "Hey, DJ, it's been a while. You booked tonight?"
"Nah, just showing a friend around," Vinyl told him. "Any empty rooms?"
"Just about all of 'em," he told her. "Slow day. No big players here today."
Vinyl laughed. "Socialites," she said disdainfully. "The newbies are the best part."
They walked into one of the rooms, a private booth with a few comfortable chairs, and Pinkamena had her suspicions confirmed. A smattering of ponies were whizzing around the court on skates, blocking and slamming into each other as they cleared a path or tried to stop the other team. It was a bit of a violent sport, but it certainly wasn't something Pinkie was opposed to.
As the other two got comfortable, Pinkamena raised an eyebrow at them. "I've played on a roller derby team before. I thought you were bringing me someplace, like... Bad, or something."
Vinyl snorted out a laugh. "Yeah, you played in a regulation game, maybe. Just watch."
Pinkamena shrugged and took a seat for herself. As much as she wanted to try new things, it had been a while since she'd seen a match. It was easy enough to settle into watching them, picking out the ponies with stars on their helmets to keep her eye on, and before long she started to feel the old excitement build up inside again.
"Who are the teams?" She asked without taking her eyes off the action.
"The pink team is Ponyville," Octavia said. "The team's called Black Hole. The ones in green are from the caves up in the Crystal Kingdom, I think their team is called Frostbite or something along those lines."
"Caves?"
"Look at their wings, P," Vinyl told her.
Pinkamena looked closely, and understood right away. Instead of the light, fluffy wings most pegasi sported, the members of the opposing team all had sharp, leathery bat wings.
"Vampires?"
"No, they're just bat ponies," Octavia said. "Their home is a lovely place."
"You've been there?"
"Oh, being a performer takes you all sorts of places," Octavia told her. "It's a wonderful life."
"That sounds awesome," Pinkamena said. "Maybe I should do that..." With that thought on her mind, she turned back and started watching the match more intently.
They'd come in right near the end of a tight game. Frostbite was in the lead, but if Ponyville got momentum they could easily turn it around before the end, and they knew that. Their blockers were putting their all into it, and the other team's tired players just couldn't keep up.
Ponyville scored a point, and the crowds erupted. Most cheered, but there was a surprisingly large section that was rooting for the other team and spat vitriol at the turn. Spurred on by both the support and the opposition, Ponyville scored another point, and then another.
It was right down to the end, and if Frostbite didn't do something they were sure to be overtaken. As could be expected, they subbed out a player, but Pinkamena furrowed her brow at the sight of the new mare. She was a tiny, scrawny little thing who looked like she'd be thrown out of the stadium with a single blow, but she was being put on the track with incredible confidence.
When the action started back up, it became very clear where that confidence came from. The little bat zipped onto the field, too quick and small for any of Ponyville's blockers to do anything about her, and rocketed towards the pony with the star on her helmet.
Pinkamena was sure the pony would just bat her away and keep going, but then something unexpected happened.
Once she was close, the bat pony spread out her wings and flapped them once, launching herself into the air and pushing herself even faster. She looked like she was going to collide head-on, but at the last moment she twisted around in the air, opened her mouth, and sank her fangs into Ponyville's player. With the shock of the bite and the force from how fast she'd been moving, it was then no problem for her to flip the bigger pony over and onto the floor, where she landed with a hard crack.
Pinkamena gasped. Beside her, Octavia inhaled sharply through her teeth, and Vinyl Scratch barked out a laugh.
"Th-They can't do that!" Pinkamena was in shock. "They definitely can't do that!"
Despite her protests, though, the referees called the game. Ponyville's player had twisted something in the fall, and there was no way she'd be scoring any more points. The victory was given to Frostbite.
"B-B-But she bit her!" Pinkamena looked over at her companions with wide eyes. "Why weren't they disqualified? Or at least penalized or... Or something!"
"P, it ain't like the stuff you're used to down here," Vinyl Scratch said. She leaned to her side and lifted her glasses to look Pinkamena in the eyes. "That's the whole reason these ponies are here. I mean, look!"
Vinyl pointed out to the track, and Pinkamena followed her gaze to see both the tiny bat and the pony she'd bitten, talking to each other and laughing about it like nothing strange had happened at all. Even though the bigger pony couldn't keep one hoof on the ground, even though the bat pony had a stain on her leg from where she wiped her mouth clean, they were acting like friends.
"I don't get it," Pinkamena mumbled.
"They had fun," Octavia said. "Some ponies just like things a little less... Sheltered."
"It's fun?" Pinkamena looked back at her. "Getting hurt like that? That can be fun?"
Octavia shrugged. "Sure, if you've the right mindset for it. Knowing you can push your body to the limit without too much risk, or even with fairly severe risk in some cases, can be exhilarating for some."
"Can..." Pinkamena looked out at the track and watched the players talk and laugh and celebrate each other on a game well played. She watched them rub sore spots, and even show off fresh scrapes and bruises to the other team, with smiles on their faces. Then she turned back to the other two.
"Can I try?" |
How to be Happy | Chapter 15: Day and Night | Pinkamena crouched down, balancing on her blades in a wide stance. She knew the rules, she'd done this before. She was more than confident. The only difference here was that the rules were more lax; how much harder could that possibly make things?
Neither team had been up to another match, but they agreed to play a bit longer so that she could try it out. It was apparently not uncommon for ponies to want to take a shot at the sport, and there was time before the next match started when the track would be empty. They'd even agreed to let Pinkamena be the jammer, the player who scored the points, since that was what she had experience with.
She looked to her side, at the other team's jammer, and grinned. The long, lean bat nodded back to her in a friendly way. She was a rookie, too, despite looking built for the sport, so she'd jumped at the opportunity to practice.
The whistle blew.
Pinkamena kicked off hard and sped forward. Her experience paid off, let her fall more easily into the rhythm of the game, and she burst ahead of the other jammer.
Her lead was short-lived, though, because as she was distracted looking back at the other pony, a massive blocker slammed into her and sent her flying out of bounds. She landed hard on her side, bounced, and then slid several feet before eventually coming to a stop.
Her head was still spinning when the other jammer rolled up to her and offered a hoof to help her up, which Pinkamena took gladly. It took her a moment to find her balance again.
"You good?" The other pony asked.
Pinkamena shook off the daze and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Can we go again?"
The bat pony laughed. "I'm game if you are."
Pinkamena was more careful the second time, and it paid off. She sped past the other jammer again and managed to dodge the first three blockers who came after her. The fourth, though, stuck out a wing just as Pinkamena thought she was clear and clotheslined her, flipping her effortlessly onto her back.
The third round ended similarly, as did the fourth. She just couldn't break past the pack.
The fifth round was the worst of all. Right when the whistle was blown, the other jammer swung her wing under Pinkamena's legs and pulled them out from under her. It was over before it even began.
Pinkamena huffed as she pushed back to her hooves. "Well, that's hardly fair!"
The other pony stuck her tongue out. "Push back if you don't wanna get pushed around!"
"But I like scoring the points cuz I don't have to hurt anypony! Not how I've played, anyway."
"Well, clearly that ain't good enough," the bat pony said. "So either push back or quit whining when you lose!" She shot Pinkamena a prideful smirk.
"I'm not whining, I'm--"
Pinkamena was cut off by the sound of the whistle, and the other jammer sped away from her. It took her a moment to register what had happened before she zipped down the track as well.
With the pony's words echoing in her head, Pinkamena pushed her way into the pack. She dodged the first blocker, and the second. Her team kept the third well away. Only one was left, the one she had yet to pass.
The bat pony stretched her wings out wide, making no attempt to hide her play. Pinkamena grimaced at the arrogance.
Push back, she told herself.
Just when she was about to get knocked down, Pinkamena kicked to the side and rammed her shoulder into the other pony's. The bat's cockiness had gotten the better of her, let her think she didn't need to ground herself, and thanks to that Pinkamena blew right through her and sent her spinning.
Pinkamena winced as pain shot through her shoulder, but it was followed closely by a rush of adrenaline. She'd done it, she made it through the pack, and now she was coming up on the other jammer fast.
Pinkamena wanted to pass her without incident, but when the other pony looked back, the look on her face made it clear that that wasn't going to happen.
Pinkamena braced herself as she rode up alongside the other jammer.
The bat pony smirked and, in a show of bravado, tried to repeat her move from before and swipe her wing under Pinkamena.
The adrenaline coursing through her let Pinkamena see the strike coming, though, and she bounced into the air, straight over the wing and out of danger.
Then her body moved on its own, and before she landed Pinkamena delivered a sharp kick to the bat pony's side. It knocked her severely off balance, and as Pinkamena landed roughly on her wheels she saw the other pony topple over in the corner of her vision.
Pinkamena skidded to a stop and spun around to look at the bat pony sprawled out beside her. A mix of emotions flooded into her, sadness, guilt, worry, but more than any of it she felt an incredible, undeniable rush.
"Woo!" Pinkamena sprung into the air and flailed her hooves in a cheer. "I did it! I did it I did it I--"
As Pinkamena landed from one bounce, the bat pony on the floor spun around and took her hooves out from under her. The world became a blur, and the next thing she knew, Pinkamena was flat on her back with the bat standing over her, holding her down with a knee to the chest.
The fangs that showed when the bat pony grinned gave the expression a hint of something sinister, a hint that she played up by running her tongue over her fangs like she was staring down at a piece of captured prey.
Then she laughed. "Didn't think you had it in you."
Pinkamena chuckled nervously. "Yeah, uh, me neither."
The bat pony stepped off of her and held out her hoof. "What's your name?"
"Pinkamena." She took the help standing back up.
"Cute. I'm Midnight Mist." She grinned again, flashed her fangs, and wiped some sweat from her forehead.
Pinkamena blushed. That wasn't a response she'd ever expected to her name, especially not from a pony like this.
Pinkamena found herself looking over Midnight Mist more closely. Up close, she could make out the slight green tinge to her dark, desaturated fur, which nicely matched the aquamarine ponytail that fell down around one shoulder. Strands of hair that had come loose during the game fell limp around her face. She was incredibly fit, so much so that she looked like she would have a serious chance in a race against Rainbow Dash, and it was only made more apparent by her height. If she'd been any thinner Pinkamena would have thought of her as lanky, but as it was she just looked lithe.
Pinkamena jumped when Midnight Mist started talking again and interrupted her thoughts. "You know, Pinkamena, this is my first time in Ponyville. I'd love a guide to show me around."
"I-I, um--" Pinkamena stammered awkwardly. "I could try?"
Another pointed grin. A wing around her shoulders. A blur of things happened, and then Pinkamena was standing just outside the building with Midnight Mist, blushing deeply.
Pinkamena swallowed anxiously. "I'm, um, not sure how good I'll be as a guide, Midnight Mist."
"Geez, you're nervous." She gave Pinkamena a light, friendly shove. "Try to chill. And just call me Midnight."
"Okay... Midnight." Pinkamena smiled up at her. "Well, to tell you the truth, this is actually my first time down here, too. I don't actually know my way around."
"Hah! No worries. What's the fun in knowing where you're going, anyway?"
Behind them, the doors opened up and Vinyl Scratch and Octavia walked out. "Tryin to ditch us, P?" Vinyl asked, wrapping a leg around Pinkamena's shoulders.
"No!" Pinkamena gasped. "No, I was just--"
"I'm joking." Vinyl laughed. "I ain't your babysitter. We'll be at the card tables if you need us. If you don't, well... See ya."
"It was wonderful spending time with you, Pinkamena," Octavia added as the couple walked away.
"Well," Midnight mused, "you know what this means?"
"Huh?" Pinkamena gave her a confused look.
Midnight grinned and put a hoof to Pinkamena's nose. "It means you're mine for the rest of the night, and we're gonna have some fun." |
How to be Happy | Chapter 16: Food and Famine | Midnight ran her tongue across her fangs to clean them as she pushed away an empty plate. She leaned forward on the table and looked hard into Pinkamena's eyes. "So, you've never been to Ponyville before?"
The restaurant they'd found themselves in, The Knife's Edge, seemed on the surface to be an entirely ordinary, if somewhat high-class, place to eat. It was dark inside, sure, but every table had candles lit, and there was at least enough light for the servers to maneuver. The menu, too, looked completely normal, leaving Pinkamena to wonder what a place like this was doing underground.
They'd stepped in for a quick dessert and decided to split a fruitcake. Midnight had devoured hers, cleaning her plate before Pinkamena had taken hardly a bite. This left Pinkamena blushing as she tried to eat with Midnight's full attention bearing down on her.
"Actually, I lived in Ponyville most of my life," Pinkamena told her, "I just didn't know about this part of it."
"Sounds like you were pretty sheltered. Do I need to take things easy on you?"
Pinkamena huffed quietly and turned her eyes away. "No. I can handle anything."
"I thought so." Midnight reached across the table and ran a hoof along one of the dark stripes adorning Pinkamena's legs. "You don't seem like that kind of pony."
Pinkamena's blush worsened. "U-Um, Midnight, there's... There's something I should clear up."
She raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"
"I kind of, um, have a girlfriend," Pinkamena said, her voice getting weaker with every word. A frown crossed Midnight's face for just long enough for her to notice it before it was hidden away again. Pinkamena hated herself for not speaking up sooner. "I-I think it's an open relationship!" She stuttered, trying to salvage the situation. "I mean, I know it definitely is for her, she just hasn't actually said that I could..." She trailed off into meaningless mumbles.
"Doesn't sound very fair if it's only open for one of you." There was a clear layer of unspoken judgment in Midnight's voice, though not directed at Pinkamena.
"I mean, I wouldn't expect her to say no," Pinkamena told her. "I just... I need to hear her say yes, you know?"
She smirked. "Yeah, I get you. Just ask her before I leave town, yeah? I'm not gonna wait around for you."
Pinkamena nodded. "Yeah, of course." She smiled slightly at Midnight, then on a whim pushed the rest of her cake over. "Do you want the rest?"
Her eyes shot down to the cake. "You sure?" She was holding back, but it was clear the offer had piqued her interest.
Pinkamena giggled. "Mm-hm. I eat plenty of sweets already." As Midnight grabbed the dessert with a wing and took a bite from it, Pinkamena reached up to her head, then frowned when she felt her flat mane. "Uh-oh."
Midnight raised an eyebrow, not speaking since her mouth was full.
"I forgot my money." Pinkamena started looking worried. "I used to keep it in my mane, but now it's all flat and I forgot to get a bag so I--"
Midnight stood up, still holding the cake, and tilted her head. "C'mon."
Pinkamena looked at her blankly. "What?"
Midnight pulled her up out of her seat and started to corral her towards the exit. "Just c'mon."
"But what about--"
She hushed Pinkamena with a wingtip. Once they were safely outside, she pulled her wing back and laughed. "You worry too much."
"But..." Pinkamena glanced back inside, then looked back at midnight. "We didn't pay."
"Correct." She took another bite.
"If we don't pay, then--" Pinkamena's heart started to race as it finally started to settle in. She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Midnight, are we--"
"Mm-hm." Calmly, Midnight wrapped a wing around Pinkamena's back and started to lead her down the street. "I figured a sheltered pony like you wouldn't have done that before."
"I'm not sheltered!"
"Uh-huh." She chuckled. "How'd it feel, though?"
"Huh?"
"Are you excited?"
"I--" Pinkamena again noticed her thumping heart, the pounding in her ears, the dizzying rush of adrenaline. "I don't know," she said. "I guess?"
Midnight rolled her eyes. "Alright, well, next time don't get so in your head. Try to, you know, have fun."
"Next time?"
"Look, just don't let it slip that I'm the one who showed you guys down here, alright?" Rainbow Dash looked unusually serious as she rode the rickety elevator with Fluttershy and Pinkie. "Everypony already thinks I'm too reckless, if they start thinking I brought you two down here for a party or something I'll never hear the end of it."
"I really don't understand the secrecy," Fluttershy said. Beside them, the wall opened up and the town came into view. "I mean, we live next to Dracula."
"Yeah, and I bet Dracula doesn't invite you to super-dangerous magic duels."
"Nah, Fluttershy put those on hold," Pinkie told her. "She wants Starlight to write up some safety regulations, so until she gets back they're--Oh." Pinkie chuckled. "Yeah, okay, I get your point."
"I'm not the weak little pony I used to be," Fluttershy said. "Even if I wouldn't ever come down here, I'm more than capable of handling being told that it exists."
"I get that," Rainbow Dash told her, "and yeah, we probably should have told you sooner. It's just hard, cuz like... Not everypony knows you like we do! None of us wanted to look like we were putting you in danger."
Fluttershy sighed. "I understand the sentiment, but please, don't hide things like this from us. It's..." Fluttershy shook her head. "Please, just don't, okay?"
"Yeah, okay," Rainbow Dash said. "I'm sorry."
There was a beat of silence. Pinkie and Fluttershy took the chance to look out over the town, to take it all in and realize the magnitude of what they were stepping into.
"How are we supposed to find her?" Pinkie asked.
Rainbow Dash shrugged. "Uhh, who would you go to if you wanted somepony to take you to a secret dangerous party town?"
"Vinyl Scratch."
"The casino, then," Rainbow Dash said. She pointed out at a ridiculously shaped building that was covered in flashing lights. It was like a huge, triangular wedge, each subsequent floor getting smaller and smaller, with a roof made entirely of glass. "She's big into blackjack."
"Ooh, I love blackjack!" Pinkie grinned and dug around in her mane for a sack of bits. She leaned over towards the others conspiratorially and whispered, "nopony thinks I'm smart enough to count cards."
"Pinkie!" Fluttershy frowned disapprovingly. "That's cheating."
"That's why I don't play anymore," Pinkie said as she hid the money away again. "I started to feel bad.'
Rainbow Dash cleared her throat. "Look, if you two don't need anything else, I kinda wanna bail before we hit the ground. Like I said, my image and all."
"Go ahead, Rainbow Dash," Fluttershy said. "Thank you for coming to me with this."
"Bye, Dashie!" Pinkie added cheerily.
"No problem," Rainbow Dash said. Then she stepped out into the abyss and spread out her wings to glide away.
The elevator hit the ground with a hollow clunk. It shook, nearly threw its passengers out onto the cold rocks. Fluttershy hopped out first and held out a wing to help Pinkie out, although the gesture was entirely unnecessary as the drop could hardly even be called a step. Still, Pinkie took it.
Cranks and gears ground together and started to drag the metal box away from them. They looked away from it, down the busy, unfamiliar street. Watched all the ponies stumbling through the shadows, intoxicated, bruised, suspicious. This was nothing like the Ponyville they knew. This was nothing like their new hometown. This was a place entirely its own.
"So..." Fluttershy broke the silence uneasily. "The casino, then?"
"I guess."
They were watched as they walked. New faces examined new faces, wondering who these ponies unknown to the depths were. The ponies the couple did know regarded them with shocked, unbelieving gazes. The feeling of being watched was constant, and oppressive.
They didn't dare talk, lest they draw more attention their way. They huddled together, hid away at the edge of the street as they made their way straight to the glass wedge. It was a short walk, but it was far too long.
The noise that welcomed them as they walked in through the cloudy glass doors was a relief more than anything. Ponies talking, machines chiming, any number of distractions existed here to keep eyes off of them. Ponies outside had nothing better to look at; in here, you had a reason for sitting wherever you sat.
The inside of the building was incredibly posh. None of the stone that made up the bulk of the building was visible, covered neatly by slats of boards that made the spacious building feel almost cozy. Even just the front room they stood in, which existed purely to have a reception desk and give ponies a comfortable place to sit for a few minutes, was decked out enough to give Rarity a run for her money. Velvet lounges lined the walls, a fire crackled in the clean brick fireplace that took up a large amount of one wall. The walls were lined with artworks, either commissioned or purchased, which were all paired with little plaques denoting the artists' names. Even the baseboards had designs painstakingly carved into them.
They walked up to the desk, and the statuesque pony behind it. The stallion was tall, noble, and entirely professional. He smiled warmly as they approached.
"Welcome," he said, "to The Fold." He dragged his words out just long enough to make it seem intentional. "How may I assist you?"
Fluttershy smiled politely. "We were looking for the blackjack tables. Where would we find them?"
He looked the pair over slowly, as if assessing their worth, before nodding and pointing to an elevator. "Tables are on floor three. I wish you both luck."
Pinkie giggled. "Thanks!" She skipped her way over to the elevator, and Fluttershy trotted along at her own pace.
The hotel's elevator was far more comfortable than the one they rode down earlier. The floor was carpeted, the walls were thick and protective, and a mirror on the back wall made it look far more spacious than it was. The ride was a welcome moment of respite, and they wound up staying silent for the entire trip.
There was a ding, and the elevator doors slid open. The third floor was small, only able to hold a dozen or so tables hosting various games, and not a single table was empty. They stepped cautiously into this new world and ventured into the fray.
It wasn't hard to find the telltale blue mane and white fur they were looking for. She was grumpier, and louder, than anypony else in the room. They walked up just as she threw some bits down onto the table.
"Dear," they heard Octavia saying, "perhaps you should take a break? You're on quite the losing streak."
"I can afford it," Vinyl Scratch replied, "and I ain't gonna--" She stopped short and took her glasses off in shock. "What in Equestria..."
"Hi, Vinyl!" Pinkie greeted her like any other day. "Hey, Octavia!"
"Hello, Pinkie," Octavia replied, "and you too, Fluttershy." Fluttershy nodded politely and smiled.
"Yeah..." Vinyl Scratch shook her head and put her glasses back in their rightful place. "Who the heck brought you down here?"
"D--" Pinkie started, then cut herself off. "Uhhh, we... Found it. On our own."
Fluttershy sighed. "Vinyl Scratch, I hate to be impatient, but... Well, I'm worried about Pinkamena. I don't suppose you've seen her?"
"Yeah, she tagged along with us. Ain't here, though."
"She made a friend," Octavia explained, "and they went off to see the sights together."
"And you just let her?" Fluttershy asked.
"I ain't her mom."
"But... But she's vulnerable," Fluttershy said. "What if she gets hurt? What if this other pony hurts her?"
Vinyl Scratch looked sideways at Fluttershy. "What should I have done? Lectured her about talking to strangers? She's an adult, Shy."
"This place is dangerous, though," Fluttershy protested. "If you brought her down here, you should have taken care of her, should have--"
She was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder and turned to see Pinkie, ears drooping and mouth etched into a frown.
"Fluttershy, don't you trust us?"
"What?" Fluttershy sank, her momentum lost. "Of course I trust you, Pinkie. Why would you think otherwise?"
"She's a grown-up. You can't..." Pinkie sighed and shook her head. "Vinyl, was she okay? Did she seem happy?"
"Sure looked happy to me," Vinyl Scratch told her. "A bit out of her depth, maybe, but she was havin fun with it."
Pinkie looked back to Fluttershy. "Isn't that enough?"
"I just don't want her to get hurt," Fluttershy said.
"Nopony wants anypony to get hurt," Pinkie said. "I'm not gonna treat her like a little kid cuz of it."
"That's not fair," Fluttershy said. "You know you got self-destructive when you were upset."
"I know I was getting better. I know I haven't done something to seriously hurt myself in years."
"Come on, Pinkie, you must--"
Pinkie didn't listen, and instead started walking towards the elevator. "I'm going home."
"But Pinkie--"
"I'll get Dashie to walk me home," Pinkie said without looking back, "so you don't have to worry." |
How to be Happy | Chapter 17: Smiles and Crowns | "Pinkie, wait!" Fluttershy trotted quickly up alongside Pinkie Pie at the edge of the dark street. Pinkie had been walking back towards the elevator with her head hung low, dragging her hooves with every step, and took a step away when Fluttershy came close to her. "Pinkie," Fluttershy said quietly, "please don't just leave like that."
"I wanna go home." They'd stopped walking, and Pinkie was staring hard at a wall.
"And you can," Fluttershy told her, "I just don't like leaving things unsaid."
"What more is there to say?" Pinkie still wouldn't look at Fluttershy. "You think me and Pinkamena are too broken to take care of ourselves."
"I don't!" Fluttershy made a distraught noise. "I'm sorry I made you feel that way. I'll try to trust you more in the future."
"Mm."
"I'm really sorry."
"I know." Pinkie started walking again.
Fluttershy walked too but didn't try to close the distance between them. "I'll be home as soon as I can."
Pinkie huffed. "You're still going after her?"
Fluttershy sighed. "It's not because of her, Pinkie, it's just this place. It makes me uneasy. I won't force her to come home or anything, I just want to see that she's okay. Just to put my mind at ease."
"Mm."
"I... I love you, Pinkie."
"I love you too, Fluttershy." Pinkie didn't look back.
Fluttershy stopped walking and watched as Pinkie made her slow, deliberate trek back to the elevator.
Then she sighed and turned around to face the city. "Okay, Pinkamena, where could you be?"
Midnight gave Pinkamena a light shove towards the heavy glass doors leading into a fancy store. "C'mon, it's easy. Just act like you're supposed to be doing what you're doing and nopony will question it."
"I don't know..." Pinkamena scratched one leg with her other hoof. "It-It's not right! I'm a good pony!"
Midnight rolled her eyes. "Come on, a little fun isn't gonna turn you into Grogar or whatever. Anyway, look at this place! You don't set up a shop like that in a place like this unless you're expecting this kinda thing. I bet they're down here just so kids will swipe from them instead of somepony who actually needs the cash."
"I don't know, that's a real stretch..."
"Look, you told me at dinner you wanna try new things. This is a new thing! Just do it once, at a place where it won't hurt the owner, and if you don't like it you never have to do it again. You can even go back in and just pretend you forgot you had it on you."
Pinkamena bit her lip and glanced in the window, looking over the wide array of jewelry and accessories set out for display. "I don't even know what I would want. It's not like I have any piercings."
"I dunno, a bracelet?" Midnight thought for a moment as she looked over Pinkamena. "You'd look cute in a scarf I bet."
"How am I supposed to hide a scarf?"
"I never said hide it. Just wear it out."
Pinkamena danced anxiously on the spot. "I really don't know."
Midnight feigned a pout. "Aw, but now that I imagined it I really wanna see you in a scarf." She leaned in close, ran a hoof along Pinkamena's chin. Pinkamena could feel her breath hot on her ear. "Do it for me?"
Pinkamena blushed hard and gulped. "I-I-I--" She took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay. I'll do it."
Midnight chuckled breathily, still inches from Pinkamena. "Good luck, cutie. I'll be waiting."
Pinkamena took a step forward on unsteady legs. She stopped herself, focused and forced her legs to stop shaking, then kept moving. She felt her heart starting to pump faster.
The glass door was heavier than she expected. When she let go of it after walking in, it slammed shut on its own and let the whole store know she'd come in. She jumped and yelped, then shoved a hoof in her mouth to stifle herself.
She looked around. The store was empty. She let out her breath and moved deeper in.
The layout of the store was strange and hard to navigate. There were no clear aisles, and nothing seemed to be grouped together. Next to a low table filled with brooches would be a rack of ties, even though there had been plenty of ties right at the entrance. It didn't help that half of the spaces that could have been aisles were blocked by full-length mirrors set up to let customers look at themselves. It was a mess.
She wandered aimlessly for a bit, trying to either find the scarves or divine the layout of the store, and eventually came across the latter. It struck her while she was glancing over a table of necklaces and noticed they were all turquoise. She hadn't noticed it before because of the garish patterns half of the items had and the owner's bizarre prioritization, but now that she saw it, it couldn't be more clear.
She glanced quickly around and easily located the section of the store filled with black clothing and jewelry. It wasn't near the check-out counter, which was lucky since the cashier had returned some time ago, but it also wasn't anywhere near the exit, and that made her hooves feel like lead.
Still, she pushed her way towards it.
It wasn't a very big section, since black gemstones were uncommon and black accessories had a tendency to be fairly uniform, and it was simple to find the small supply of scarves. There were maybe two dozen to choose from, all hanging in a line from a single rack that Pinkamena reached out for and started to rifle through. There wasn't much to see; Black, black, and more black, none of which jumped out at her as particularly noteworthy.
One towards the end caught her eye, though. The bulk of it was entirely black, but a sizable portion at each end had been portioned out into chunks of gray that got lighter as they neared the ends. The colors reminded her of her sisters. She pulled it down and wrapped it around her neck, then wandered over to the nearest mirror and looked herself over.
It was an incredible sight. She hadn't actually looked at herself in some time, and she hardly recognized the pony she was looking at. The swirling patterns on her legs almost seemed to melt into the scarf, which puffed out around her neck and gave her a sense of volume that offset the flatness of her mane. It offset it enough, in fact, that she thought her mane almost looked... Nice.
Almost.
An idea struck her, and she spun around to look around her. It was easy to find the table with what she wanted, a smattering of onyx and obsidian jewelry of all sorts, and she dug through them for what she wanted.
She found one that was perfect, a simple dark gray band studded with black diamonds, went back to the mirror and affixed the hair clip to her mane. She pulled the flat, smooth strands of hair behind her ear and fixed any glaring imperfections, then looked herself over again.
Her heart raced. She looked perfect. She looked like a real pony, with her own thoughts and her own mind. She looked like Pinkamena.
And the ensemble was made all the better by the wide smile that stretched across her face.
With a skip in her step and a twinkle in her eye, she made her way to the door. She barely even remembered the fear of being caught or the terror of becoming a bad pony. She could think only of--
"Ma'am?"
Pinkamena froze. Her heart started to beat out of control. Blood rushed to her ears and she started to feel light-headed. She could hardly move her body, and only just managed to turn and face the voice.
The cashier was looking straight at her. This was it.
"Could you come here for a moment?" She asked. The pony behind the counter was impeccably dressed. She had the kind of style that made it clear she wanted to look fabulously wealthy, and she had a confidence that said that she didn't care if you knew that she wanted that.
Pinkamena pulled on her legs like a puppeteer pulling on strings, and like a puppet, her body took slow, deliberate steps over to the counter.
"Y-Yes?" Pinkamena croaked out.
The mare smiled warmly. "Yes, I was just wondering where you had your work done. It's so clean, I'm just stunned!"
"M-My work?"
"Your legs, dear." She pointed down over the counter. "The dye?"
"O-Oh." Pinkamena took a moment to process the question. "Oh!" A feeling of utter relief washed over her. "Um, my friend Rarity did it for me."
The mare gasped. "The Rarity? You're her friend? Well, of course you are, look at you!" She chuckled to herself. "What's your name, dearie?"
"Um... Pinkamena."
"Pinkamena..." She put a hoof to her chin in a show of thought. "Oh! Are you that 'Pinkie Pie' she speaks so fondly of?"
"Um..." Pinkamena pursed her lips. She hadn't considered how to answer this question to strangers. "No, she's... She's my sister."
"Oh, how cute! Pinkie and Pinkamena, are you twins?"
Pinkamena thought for a moment, then smiled. "Yeah... Yeah, we are."
"Well, be sure to tell Rarity that her skill with dye is impeccable."
Pinkamena nodded. "I will. Thank you, ma'am." Then she turned and, as slowly as she could manage with her racing heart, walked out of the store.
Midnight greeted her on the street with a grin. "Well, look at you! I knew you'd be cute in a scarf."
Pinkamena smiled behind red cheeks. "Thank you. I... I really like it."
"Good!" Midnight turned, wrapped her wing around Pinkamena, pulled her close and started them off down the street. "So? How'd it feel?"
Pinkamena gave her a confused glance. "How'd what feel?"
Midnight scoffed. "Stealing, silly. Was it fun?"
"I..." Pinkamena looked down and searched her feelings.
Had it been fun? She was thrilled with how she looked, and she'd even grabbed a second thing, but did that mean she had fun? Was Pinkamena a pony that liked to steal things?
It was too hard to say. In the end, she just shrugged. "I don't really know. I can't tell."
Midnight squeezed her. "Well, you didn't not have fun, and you gave it a shot. That's what matters."
Pinkamena nodded. "Yeah." Without thinking, she leaned her head on Midnight's shoulder. "So, what's next?"
"You aren't tired? Aren't you surface ponies supposed to sleep at night?"
Pinkamena giggled. "I could stay up all night if I'm having fun."
"Well, there's plenty of options. Magic duels, gambling." Midnight looked down at Pinkamena and, impulsively, ran a hoof through her mane. "Do you wanna go bigger or smaller than swiping a scarf?"
"There's bigger stuff than stealing?"
Midnight laughed. "Oh, yeah. I mean, we're not gonna go break the law more, but... Well, you'll see." She grinned at Pinkamena, and Pinkamena grinned back. |
How to be Happy | Chapter 18: The Beginning and The End | There's no way, Fluttershy thought to herself as she delved into the dark, musty depths of the nondescript building she'd been pointed towards. That pony had been so confident that Pinkamena was in here, but...
There was just no way.
At first, it had just looked like a warehouse. Lines of tall shelves stacked with boxes and palettes, waiting to be needed. The noise from a backroom betrayed that there was more, though, and as Fluttershy walked through the dim aisles it became more and more clear what the noises were.
Mostly it was yelling. Excited cheers, angry boos, that sort of thing. There wasn't so much that it sounded like a stadium, but there were probably fifteen or twenty ponies there, all highly invested in what they were watching.
Behind that, though, was something more telling. Dull thuds, followed by grunts. Tired, panting ponies. The occasional series of thumps as somepony was knocked off their hooves and bounced across the ring. It was obvious what she was walking into, as much as she didn't want to believe it.
Stepping through the heavy metal door that led into the loading bay showed her to be right, though. A smattering of ponies were circled around a makeshift ring of thin mats, all excited for different reasons. She couldn't see the action past the crowd, but the sound of blows was clear as day.
She'd walked into a fight.
She couldn't see Pinkamena anywhere. That was a bit of a relief, as it let her believe for a moment longer that Pinkamena wasn't actually in a place this brutal, but she had to be sure. The crowd shifted back as she stepped forward, one of the fighters apparently having been knocked in their direction. She could hear their body slide across the--
"That's a knockout!" A referee? An official, at the very least, announced the end to the fight. The crowd erupted, bits were exchanged. "A shocking win for The Pink Puffball! Are you all really going to let this newcomer show you up?"
The words barely registered in Fluttershy's ears. The crowd had parted enough for her to see the ring, and she was frozen in place with her mouth hanging open.
One pony was on the ground, and standing over them... Was Pinkamena. Swirls of darkness on her legs, blood on her chin, and a smile on her face.
"Woo!" Pinkamena jumped and cheered. "I'm the best!" Once she'd had her fill of celebration, she walked over to the side of the ring, was handed a scarf by a strange bat pony that she flipped around her neck, and then started to make her way over to check on the other pony.
Halfway there, their eyes met.
Everything froze. Fluttershy, horror-stricken. Pinkamena, still in the tail end of an adrenaline rush. An eternity passed in that moment, an infinity of instants stretched out before either of them could so much as move.
Fluttershy didn't know what to do. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She didn't want to believe it. To see truth in the scene before her would change her view of the world forever.
She sat down, eyes wide and mouth agape.
Once the stillness was broken, Pinkamena rushed over to her. "F-Fluttershy, what are you doing here? You can't be here!"
"I was worried about you," Fluttershy breathed out in hardly a whisper.
"I'm fine!" Pinkamena wiped her chin clean on the back of her leg. "I'm great, even. You don't need to worry about me."
"Great?" Fluttershy's mind was starting to catch up with her. "How?"
"What do you mean, 'how?' Look at me!" Pinkamena showed off her legs, her scarf. "I look great, I'm trying new things, I--"
"You hurt that pony."
Pinkamena blinked. She looked back at the other fighter, who at this point was sitting on a stool and chugging water, then back to Fluttershy. "That's the point of the game, though."
"Hurting other ponies isn't a game, Pinkamena. It's serious!"
"Why?" Pinkamena tilted her head. "It's not like I hurt her feelings."
"Wh--" Fluttershy was aghast. "I don't understand, Pinkamena. You never would've hurt anypony else like this before."
"Before when? I've only existed for a day."
"But before that, you--"
"I'm not Pinkie."
"I'm not saying that."
"Then why don't you want me to try new things?" Pinkamena frowned deeply and absentmindedly played with the scarf. "Why can't I do stuff Pinkie wouldn't?"
"You can, Pinkamena. I'm not upset because you're not Pinkie, I'm upset because you hurt somepony."
"That was the point," Pinkamena repeated. "She hurt me too! So what? I'm not upset about it, she's not upset about it, and I didn't even really like it, so I'm probably not gonna do it again. Why can't I just try it once?"
Before Fluttershy could respond, the bat pony from earlier walked up beside Pinkamena. "Hey, Pink Girl, good stuff out there. Who's this?"
Pinkamena looked at her in shock, then gulped. "U-Um... This is Fluttershy, my... Girlfriend. Fluttershy, this is--"
"Midnight." She stared pointedly at Fluttershy. "I'm the pony trying to steal this cutie away from you."
"Wh--" Fluttershy looked between the two, speechless.
"That's not true," Pinkamena said. She looked into Fluttershy's eyes. "That's not true. This isn't a date. I wouldn't do that without asking you first."
"Eh." Midnight shrugged. "I don't care what it's called. I guess she's right, though. I haven't gotten a kiss. Yet."
Pinkamena frowned. "This isn't a date! I'm not gonna kiss you!"
"You weren't gonna hurt anypony, either," Midnight said. "Or swipe that scarf. Or get rough in practice. You're glad you tried all that stuff."
Fluttershy's eyes went wide. "Wait, wh--"
Pinkamena took a step away from both of them. "So? That doesn't mean I'm gonna cheat. Why would you try to make me do that?"
"Dude, chill," Midnight said, "I wasn't being serious. I just wanted to get a rise out of your girlie."
Pinkamena bit her lip and stared hard at Midnight. "I... I want you to leave."
"Seriously?" Midnight raised an eyebrow. "Over a joke? You just knocked a pony out cold and you can't take a joke?"
"Please."
Midnight scoffed. "Whatever. Enjoy your boring life with your boring girlfriend." Then she turned and, with a flick of her tail, walked towards a back exit.
Fluttershy and Pinkamena caught eyes again. Fluttershy, bleary-eyed, was still sitting in the same spot, rooted in place. "Pinkamena, I--"
Pinkamena didn't listen. She walked straight past Fluttershy, headed towards the door she had come in through. As she passed, she grumbled "Thanks" under her breath.
"Pinkamena, wait!" Fluttershy scrambled to her hooves and chased Pinkamena out through the door, into the massive warehouse. "Pinkamena, please, talk to me." Her voice echoed in the new room.
Pinkamena spun around. "What is there to talk about? You don't know me! I thought that she might actually be able to get to know the real me, but clearly, I was wrong!"
"Pinkamena, I'm sorry," Fluttershy said quietly. "I want to know the real you, I really do, and I'm sorry I keep treating you like Pinkie."
"That's just the thing, Fluttershy. I don't think you can know the real me. At least, not until I figure out what the real me is."
"And... And she was helping you do that? This helped you do that?"
"Yes!" Pinkamena wiped tears from her eyes. "How am I supposed to figure out who I am if I don't do anything?"
"But why did it have to be so extreme?"
"This is just where I wound up."
Fluttershy thought that over for a moment, then took a deep breath. "I'm sorry that I... Got in the way."
Pinkamena frowned. "You didn't--" She cut herself off, shook her head, sat on the ground and inhaled sharply. "I'm sorry I got upset. I know you just want me to be safe."
Fluttershy walked over and sat next to Pinkamena. "We should talk about this more once we're both home and cooled down."
"I know."
They sat in silence for a moment, feeling the warmth radiating from the other's body. Fluttershy's eyes wandered away from Pinkamena's bruises and up to the hairpin, so carefully attached, then down to the scarf, which already seemed to be dear to her, and finally down to her legs, and the spirals that enwrapped them.
Fluttershy ran a hoof lightly across one of the stripes. "Are these..."
"There's permanent."
"Did it hurt?"
"...Yeah," Pinkamena told her. "A lot."
Fluttershy made a sad noise. "And... Was it worth it?"
"Yeah. Definitely."
"You good to go from here, Pinks?" Vinyl Scratch gave Pinkamena a light, caring shove.
They were standing at the end of the path that led up to Fluttershy's house, right where it turned and revealed the cottage. Pinkamena had her scarf bundled tight to ward off the morning chill. Octavia had already gone home to sleep, wanting to get some rest before the sunrise that now peeked over the horizon.
"Mm-hm," Pinkamena said, somewhat muffled by the scarf. She gave Vinyl Scratch a tight hug. "Thanks for everything. Tonight was great."
"Glad to hear it. Try and get some shut-eye before having that talk, yeah?"
"If they're asleep, I will," Pinkamena said. She gave one last squeeze, then started to make her way up the dusty path.
She paused at the door and adjusted herself. Fixed her scarf, tidied her mane, made sure she didn't look disheveled. She didn't want to look like the night had left her worse for wear. Then she raised her hoof, thought for a moment, and pushed the door open.
It creaked loudly. Pinkamena tried to step inside as quietly as possible, but it was a pointless maneuver. The kitchen light was on, and Fluttershy was already at the table with a cup of tea.
Fluttershy gave her a warm smile. "Welcome back, Pinkamena."
All the nerves that were filling her just moments ago washed away as she looked at Fluttershy, so calm and inviting. Of course, she wasn't angry. Of course, she gave no sign of it if she was still upset. It was Fluttershy. Fluttershy didn't hold a grudge.
Neither did Pinkamena, she decided. She smiled back as kindly as she could.
Then the weight of the conversation to come crashed back down on her, and a pit grew in her stomach.
She cleared her throat. "Um, is Pinkie awake?"
Fluttershy shook her head. "She was asleep when I got home. She's been sleeping a lot lately."
"Mm." Without saying any more, Pinkamena walked into the bedroom and over to the mass of blanket on the bed.
She poked it. "Pinkie. Wake up."
"Mm?" The pile mumbled.
Pinkamena poked again, harder this time. "Get up. We gotta talk."
Pinkie groaned. "Can't it wait for morning?"
"It is morning. Get up."
"Do you really need me?"
Pinkamena huffed and yanked the blankets away from Pinkie. "Up."
Pinkie grumbled and started to stir. "Fine, fine."
A few minutes later, when a finally-awake Pinkie walked out into the kitchen, the others were already ready for her. They'd pulled up a stool, which she took, and had even made her a cup of hot cocoa, which she sipped gratefully.
Pinkie looked hard at Pinkamena. "Did you do something with your mane?"
Pinkamena chuckled. ""Mm-hm. Do you like it?"
"It's cute," Pinkie said. "Would look awful on me, though."
They shared a grin.
Fluttershy cleared her throat. "So... We have a lot to talk about, I think."
"Is something up?" Pinkie asked.
"Mm. Pinkamena, where'd you get the scarf?"
Pinkamena frowned. "We can't start easy?" Fluttershy gave her a stern look, and Pinkamena sighed. "I... Stole it."
Pinkie's gaze snapped towards Pinkamena. "Huh? Why'd you do that?"
"I wanted to know what it felt like," Pinkamena said. "If I would like it."
"Pinkamena, you can't go around doing bad things just to try them out," Fluttershy said. "I understand that you feel lost, but I know you know right from wrong."
"I..." Pinkamena looked down at the table. "No, you're right. I shouldn't have stolen it. I'm sorry."
"Thank you," Fluttershy said. "Did you do anything else down there?"
"I played Roller Derby," Pinkamena said, "and... Got in a fight."
"It happens," Pinkie told her. "Those matches get heated."
Fluttershy shook her head. "No, I mean, like... An organized fight."
"Woah." Pinkie's eyes got wide. "Did you win?"
Pinkamena laughed under her breath. "Yeah, I won."
"Well, good! That means, if you never do it again, you're undefeated!"
Pinkamena smiled. "Good point."
"Pinkamena..." Fluttershy tapped a hoof on the table thoughtfully. "I'm not trying to make you feel bad for having fun last night. I just want to make sure you're taking it seriously."
"I am." Pinkamena leaned forward onto the table. "Fluttershy, I'm trying to figure out who I am! I'm not gonna mess around with that!"
"Did it work?" Pinkie interjected.
Pinkamena glanced at her. "Did what work?"
"Did you figure anything out?"
"I..." Pinkamena thought for a moment. Looked back over the night, at all the things she had done and how they made her feel. Looked over the things that made her happy. Her eyes drifted down to her scarf and her legs, and the image of herself in the mirror came back. Not a sad Pinkie Pie, not some stranger. Her.
She smiled. "Yeah. I think I did."
"Well, good!" Pinkie reached over and rustled Pinkamena's mane. "As far as I'm concerned, it sounds like it was a good night."
Fluttershy thought for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. Pinkamena, I'm sorry for doubting you. I'm glad the night helped."
Pinkie drained the last of her drink and started to get up. "Well, I'm gonna--"
"Wait!" Pinkamena held a hoof out to stop her. Her heart started to race. "I-I have something else I wanted to talk about."
Pinkie sat back down.
Fluttershy gave her a curious look. "Oh?"
Pinkamena looked down at the table and bit her lip. "Well, um... With that girl last night, even though it didn't work out, I... It felt..." Pinkamena shook her head. "Ugh, I don't know how to say this."
Fluttershy reached out and put a hoof on Pinkamena's. "It's alright. Just say what you need to."
"I..." Pinkamena swallowed hard, shut her eyes tight. Then it all spilled out at once.
"I think we should break up."
Pinkie gasped. Fluttershy almost recoiled in shock, but kept her hoof where it was for Pinkamena's sake.
Before they could ask why, Pinkamena went on. "Fluttershy, you don't know me. And that's okay, nopony really knows me, but with you it's different. With you it feels like you're supposed to know me, and you just... Don't. And I don't even think you can, not how I am now. You can't figure it out with me cuz you'll always just see Pinkie. Only ponies who don't know Pinkie can do that. New ponies. New... Friends." Pinkamena shuddered. "I'm sorry. I'll always love you, and I'll come back and we'll be best friends once I figure things out, but--"
Fluttershy pulled her hoof away, and Pinkamena froze. Fluttershy got up, slowly walked around the table, and then wrapped Pinkamena in a tight, loving hug. Pinkamena fell into the hug, sank into Fluttershy's grasp and felt herself start to cry.
"I understand," Fluttershy whispered, "and I'm proud of you." She gently kissed Pinkamena's forehead. "I'll always love you, too."
They stayed like that a long time, not talking, just appreciating each others' presence. Eventually Fluttershy got tired of standing, and they made their way into the living room and sat close together in a big, comfy armchair. Tears came and went from both of them, and from Pinkie on the couch as well, until finally the long, grueling day caught up to them and they fell asleep.
It was the last night they ever spent curled together as lovers, but years later, when they looked back on the moment, they would both agree that it had been one of the best. It wasn't the end of a relationship; It was the start of a friendship, and it was a confused pony's first step into her very own joy-filled life. |
How to be Happy | Epilogue: Pinkie and Pinkamena | Pinkamena was sitting at the table in Fluttershy's kitchen. Her hoof was tapping the table. Another hoof tapping the floor. An empty plate sat in front of her, cleaned of her breakfast, and across from her Pinkie Pie was still poking at her food. Pinkamena looked down at her legs and traced the pattern on one with a hoof, a habit she'd picked up during the last few days that she turned to whenever she was getting restless.
Pinkie took a small-ish bite out of a waffle and let the rest fall back onto her plate.
Pinkamena sighed. She slapped a hoof down on the table just hard enough to make the plates clink.
"Pinkie, knock it off."
"Huh?" Pinkie jumped in her seat and looked up. "What?"
"Quit it!"
"Quit what?"
"Moping!" Pinkamena let out an exaggerated groan and leaned on the table seriously. "You've looked all sad for days now and I'm sick of it."
Pinkie gave her a blank stare. "Do I look sad?"
"Ugh, yeah! You didn't even go outside yesterday."
"I had nowhere to go."
"You're Pinkie Pie, since when do you need a reason to do things? What are you even moping about, anyway?"
"I dunno," Pinkie said. "I didn't realize I was moping."
Pinkamena rolled her eyes. "C'mon. Tell me."
"I..." Pinkie frowned pitifully. "I'm gonna miss you. We only just met and now you're going away."
"I'm not dying. You'll still see me."
"Yeah, but..." Pinkie crossed her legs in front of her chest. "I don't know. It just feels weird. I feel like I'm being a bad big sister."
"We're the same age." Pinkamena shook her head. "Whatever. Look, Pinkie, you're fine. You might not know me as well as you want, but you gotta know I love you, right?"
"Yeah, but I should know you better! I get that it's hard for everypony else, but I should know you, right?"
Pinkamena thought for a moment. She pursed her lips and furrowed her brow. Then she stood up. "C'mon."
Pinkie blinked. "Huh?"
"I said c'mon! We're going out."
Pinkie got up slowly. "Okay... Where are we--"
"Out! I don't know." Pinkamena walked towards the front door, grabbed her scarf from a hat rack and wrapped it around her neck. "Somewhere that isn't you being cooped up inside all day."
Pinkie plodded after her uneasily. "But why? What are we doing?"
"We're having fun," Pinkamena said. "Look, we haven't scheduled a day for our sisters thing, right? Let's do it today."
"But I don't have any plans," Pinkie protested. "I haven't thought up any traditions or games or--"
Pinkamena opened the door and shoved Pinkie outside. She shut the door heavily after herself. "Let's figure it out."
The morning air was crisp and cool. Dewdrops sprinkled the grass that led down the hill in front of Fluttershy's house. When the door shut, a flock of birds took off from somewhere nearby and briefly blotted out the sun above them. It was cool enough outside to make Pinkamena glad for the scarf, but not so chilly that Pinkie was uncomfortable. The air was just cold enough to be a jolt to the system, and it woke them both up completely.
Unable to protest any further, Pinkie followed Pinkamena into town. They had no destination, and they were in no hurry, so they wound up just wandering the streets. Some ponies who passed them by gave them strange, confused glances, and some even stopped to ask why there were two Pinkies, but by this point, much of the town had been informed of the new addition to the Pie family. Pinkamena greeted all these friendly faces with a smile, a genuine one, and basked in the smiles she got back. Smiles that, finally, felt like they were meant for her, and not Pinkie.
"I wish you didn't have to go tomorrow," Pinkie said at one point.
"I know," Pinkamena replied. "I need this, though. It'll be good for me."
"But the Crystal Empire is so far away!"
"That's the whole point! Not a lot of ponies there know you super well."
Pinkie frowned. "Are you gonna be okay all on your own?"
"We were fine moving out as a filly," Pinkamena told her. "Quit worrying."
"I know, I just--"
Pinkamena drifted to the side and bumped into Pinkie. "Quit it!"
"Okay, okay. Just... Promise you'll come to me if you need anything, okay?"
"Of course," Pinkamena said. "Pinkie promise."
"Pinkamena promise?"
"That too." |
The Black Cloak Files | pre | "What are you saying, Master?" Sunset asked.
"Think for a moment, Minion," Bucky replied, speaking in a low, muted whisper. "This raises a few questions. If these ponies are living in hard times now, as they claim, how did they afford all of this? That kind of money tends to endure... so they are wealthier than they let on, which is possible, the other option is all of this was a gift to keep them loyal."
"Master?" Sunset's brows furrowed.
"Minion, this an earth pony family and they wanted to compete with the unicorns on the hill. It is entirely reasonable that the agents of the Bitters family brought with them furniture and housewares to secure favour with the local eyes and ears for their business interests. The agents of House Bitters probably brought with them the less desireable furniture that they threw out, the stuff that didn't meet their standards, and I'm guessing it ended up here... mind you, this is only a guess... supported by the fact that if this family had any sort of real wealth, they could have left by now, moved to another place, taking their finery with them, and establishing themselves in another place. For whatever reason, they have stayed here in the swamp. I strongly suspect that the agents of House Bitters gave these ponies just enough to give them the illusion of wealth, which goes a long way in a backwater like this."
Scowling, Sunset didn't care much for what Bucky had to say, disliking it all the more because there was a good chance that he was right. She glanced at the fine paintings on the wall. How hard would it have been for House Bitters to send one of the artists they patroned down here to paint a picture? It would have inflated the ego of any matriarch in charge quite a bit, would have made them feel important, proud, it would have made them feel like earth ponies who had accomplished some great thing, but as Bucky had said, it was probably to keep them loyal to the business interests of House Bitters.
Ears perking, Sunset turned and looked at the doorway. She could hear hooves and a soft, almost inaudible shuffling sound. Hibiscus entered the room, followed by a younger mare, and a third figure, small, foal sized that Sunset could not see because a couch was in the way. The foal was hiding behind the couch and Sunset could hear heavy breathing.
Funny thing was, it sounded as though there were two ponies with heavy breathing.
"Laurel, Lavender, please, come out and say hello to our guests. Be a good filly," Hibiscus said in a commanding, but gentle voice.
It took every bit of self discipline that Sunset Shimmer had to deal with what she saw. A filly stepped out from behind the couch, her pelt a muted purple pink. The filly had not one, but two heads. She walked with slow, halting steps, shy, fearful, her movements skittish.
One head was normal, the other was stunted and a bit shrunken. It appeared as though two fillies had merged, keeping separate heads but having a merged body. Hanging just below the filly's left shoulder, two small, twisted, stunted legs dangled. In front of where the legs sprouted, a second neck protruded, thin, scrawny, warped, and the second head hung from the malformed neck like a growth. Looking at the filly, Sunset felt tears welling up in her eyes and all she could feel was pity.
What had done this?
There was a muffled thump, which almost startled Sunset, and she saw that Bucky had slipped down from the couch where he was sitting. Of course Bucky would endear himself to the filly. Sunset felt a hard lump manifest in her throat. "Come here," she heard Bucky say. Sunset was having some trouble breathing and her eyes stung.
"Oh, there is twice as much of you to love," Bucky said as he sat down upon the floor.
Almost holding her breath, Sunset watched as the timid filly approached Bucky. Her mane, a dull blue green on both heads, spilled down her necks and bobbed over her face. The second smaller, stunted head snuffled, it was clear there were some breathing problems, no doubt caused by her malformed features.
"Can you tell me your names?" Bucky asked.
"I'm Laurel," the well developed head said.
"And I'm Lavender," the stunted head replied, speaking in a somewhat wheezy voice.
"Oh, you are adorable, come here to me." Bucky tapped the floor in front of him with his hoof.
It was no surprise that the filly went to Bucky, Sunset watched as the two headed filly moved on weak, trembling legs, going to him, and sitting down. She heard Hibiscus gasp, a matron's worry, and then she saw Bucky's foreleg wrap around both Laurel and Lavender.
"Don't be afraid of me," Bucky said as he reached up with his talons and grabbed his hood.
As Sunset watched, Bucky tugged his hood down, revealing his face, his deformed, scarred, twisted, scaly face. She saw Laurel and Lavender both looking up, there was no sign of fear, of fright, there was only curiousity. She watched as Bucky lowered his head, dropping himself down to eye level of the little filly in front of him. She saw Laurel raise her right leg and touch the withered, scaled side of Bucky's face.
"So that's why he wears the hood," Hibiscus whispered, her voice low, almost fearful, her eyes locked on Bucky.
Sunset Shimmer heard a giggle coming from both Laurel and Lavender as Bucky continued to hold her. He was whispering something to both of them, but she could not make out what Bucky was saying. He was doing what he did for every foal he encountered, making them feel special, worthwhile, building them up. She heard a weak squeal from Lavender, followed by a laugh, and then Bucky scooped them up from the floor in an affectionate hug.
"Lord Bitters, there has been quite a number of foals just like her that have been born. She is the only one that lived. Many births are stillborn. In the past few years, it has become unbearable. There are more deaths than births." Hibiscus gave Bucky a pleading look.
"There is something I don't get," Bucky replied, shaking his head. "Why would anypony cause a curse like this? What would they hope to gain?"
"I don't know, I can't even begin to comprehend it myself." Hibiscus frowned, her eyebrows furrowing. "Necromancers consort with demons, who knows why they do what they do?" The earth pony matron's stare turned hard and flinty. "About fifty years ago, Plover, who was at the time, Master of Hill House, was burned to death in the town square for necromancy--"
"Was there proof?" Bucky asked, giving Laurel and Lavender a squeeze.
"I don't know, maybe." Hibiscus gave Bucky a troubled look. "That was before my time. An angry mob pulled him from his home. He was a wizard who dabbled in strange magics. Earlier in his life, he had done some questionable things, but seeing as how he was the Master of Hill House, he was never made to answer for what he did. Rumours continued to fester. A foal was born with an extra leg and three eyes... members of Plover's own family turned against him, furious with him, and gave him to the angry mob."
"Oh my," Sunset gasped.
"For all we know, some opportunistic family member might have wanted Plover out of the way and the angry mob might have been very convenient." Bucky's voice was cold, somewhat sardonic, and his words had the crushing weight of logic about them.
"Given what happened, somepony might be getting revenge for what happened fifty years ago... it is as likely a motive as anything else," Hibiscus said to Bucky.
"I am not convinced... at least not yet." Bucky set the filly down on the floor, steadying her, and then with a nudge, sent her teetering off towards Hibiscus. "But that is why we are here, to determine the truth."
Sunset Shimmer cleared her throat. "Sounds to me that this trouble started over fifty years ago. If said necromancer was the true cause, it seems to me that these troubling signs would have ended with him, but I'm guessing that for the past fifty years, there has been a lot of birth defects. While I do not rule necromancy out, something is going on here, something that goes beyond just one pony."
Hibiscus frowned, a sour expression on her face, and Sunset Shimmer was forced to wonder if the mare wanted honest justice or just simple revenge. It was obvious that she wanted the residents of Hill House to suffer, the pitiful sight of Laurel and Lavender was all the motivation that Hibiscus needed, but Sunset Shimmer began to suspect that there was a lot more going on. She wondered what Bucky was already no doubt piecing together. She was curious as to what Mask and Fever Cure had found.
From the sounds of things, there was a mystery here to deal with. |
The Black Cloak Files | For What Darker Purpose #3 | This was a miserable place. No, this was the place where misery came to die when it was too miserable to keep existing. Bucky hated this place. The sun had gone down but it was still over one hundred degrees outside. The humidity remained at one hundred percent. The only thing that had changed with the sun going down was the number of blood sucking parasites in the air. The night was swarming with blood sucking insects.
Reaching out with his telekinesis, Bucky crushed them, smooshed them, smashed them, he zapped them with a shock spell, but the blood sucking horde would not be assuaged. The air was now filled with the scent of swampy decay, sweaty pony, and fried blood sucking bugs.
Reaching a point of irascible fury that was said to be one of his defining characteristics, Bucky transmogrified himself into an axe beaked griffon and then flew off into the night to wage war against the blood sucking menace.
Sunset Shimmer watched him go, sipping a glass of iced tea. As she sat there, sweating, soaked, and drinking sweetened ice tea with lemon, she heard Hibiscus, who was sitting beside her, say, "He seems like the irritable sort."
Nodding, Sunset replied, "You have no idea." Sunset, who noticed that Hibiscus seemed quite relaxed now, focused her attention on the old matron. "I bet this town has a lot of history. You strike me as being one of the lorekeepers of your community."
Sunset's ears perked as Hibiscus took a deep breath and she waited, hoping that Hibiscus would start talking, perhaps revealing a few details that might be useful. In the distance, there was a thrum of magic, Sunset could feel it, it made her bones vibrate and her teeth hummed in her jaw. The night filled with brilliant flames as a pygmy dragon breathed out a gout of flame and an angry roar filled her ears. Sunset found herself smiling--Bucky could change forms the same way that Rarity could change dresses, typically at a moment's notice and with devastating effect.
"It could be said that in some ways, I am this town," Hibiscus said in a low voice. "Blackwater and his family going back for all those generations, they had everything in life handed to them because they were unicorns. They had magic. They never had to work hard a day in their life. They never went swaybacked having to pull wagons or carts or sledges through the muck of the swamp. Just a flash of their horns and their work was done for them. They lived up there in that big white mansion up at the top of the hill and they lorded themselves over the rest of us... looked down their noses at us. They never had to get dirty like the rest of us."
Silent, Sunset said nothing and waited for more words to come spilling out.
"My family, we worked hard. We broke our backs and we worked harder than anypony else. We had to fight to get what few scraps we had... and after so much hard work, we had ourselves a little bit of luck. Our hard work paid off. After all that sweating, all of that misery, after all of that pain and suffering, we pulled ourselves up out of the muck and we moved a little higher up the hill. It wasn't much, but we kept moving upwards until we reached the point where we are now... only now, there is nothing. The town is dying and all of our hard work has been for naught."
The old mare let out a bitter laugh and Sunset felt a twinge of pity for her.
"Now I don't know what to do. We have nothing left... just the house and everything in it. We can't even sell the house... nopony wants to buy it. Everything we have is worthless."
Sunset, who bit down upon her lip and chewed it, wanted to say a few things, but remained silent. She wanted to say, It seems to me that it is time to go off and work hard someplace else and reestablish yourselves. But she didn't. She wanted to say, For all of your talk about hard work, you strike me as a mare that hasn't worked a hard day in your life, but you clearly expect it from others. But Sunset Shimmer held her tongue. Bucky was the irrational one and as such, she was expected to be the patient and wise one.
Lifting her iced tea, Sunset Shimmer took a long drink, her ice cubes clinking. As she swallowed, the unicorn maid burst out onto the porch and rushed to Hibiscus' side. Sunset watched without looking as though she was watching, and her sensitive ears heard the maid whisper, "Zoysia has disappeared again, he can't be found anywhere."
Hibiscus rose, getting out of her chair, and she looked at Sunset Shimmer. "You must excuse me, but an important matter has been brought to my attention. I must go and look after something, I do hope you will forgive me for being a poor host."
Before Sunset could even reply, Hibiscus was gone, hurrying off, and she had gone through the back door, the maid on her heels. Sunset Shimmer took another drink of iced tea and watched as Bucky continued to wage war against the winged horrors of the swamp.
"Having much in the way of luck?" Bucky asked. He looked at Mask and Fever Cure. Both were sweaty, covered in muck, and looked exhausted. Both appeared to have been crawling around through the swamp. It was past midnight now, and the temperature still had not dropped below one hundred degrees. The sound of frogs and insects created an almost deafening cacophony all around them.
"If I may offer my professional opinion," Mask muttered.
"Oh, please do," Bucky insisted while making an impatient gesture with his talons.
"I'd rather be in Tartarus. This place sucks." Mask scowled, looked at his companion, and then back at Bucky. "Giant leeches, giant crawfish that can snip a pony in half with their claws, and don't even get me started on the blood sucking bugs."
As Mask was speaking, Bucky's makeshift bug zapper blasted another sparrow sized mosquito, causing the dark of the night to light up with a bright blue flash.
"Everything here is magical," Fever Cure said to Bucky. "We don't know if it is necromantic though, that's the problem. We've been using the orb of undead compulsion, but there seems to be no zombies. There is so much magical background radiation in this place that we can't tell what's what. I don't even know where to begin after seeing some of the birth defects and congenital deformities I've seen around here. It could be necromancy, it might be a curse, but trying to find a specific cause strikes me as being almost impossible. The magic here is harmful, hostile, and the local wildlife has become quite fearsome."
"This is the perfect place to summon demons." Mask's eyes narrowed as he looked at Bucky. "With this much magical background radiation, the residual dark magic or necromantic energies from such an act would be nigh undetectable. Necromantic curses, raising the dead, a pony could get away with those kinds of things here... it is a whisper in a room full of shouts."
"Hmm." Bucky's face wrinkled as he began to think about the problem.
"Bucky, there are animated piles of trash and muck and sticks that will attack you in the swamp... something has gone wrong here... I've never seen anything like it," Fever Cure said to Bucky, his ears pitching forwards as he spoke. "Those... whatever they are... they float on the surface of the water looking like so much trash in the water and then they attack you when you get too close. This place is a nightmare come to life."
"The two of you look like you both could use some rest. Go inside, get cleaned up, get cooled off, and take a load off. I'm going to go have a look around." Bucky, frowning, was not very happy about slogging through the swamp in the middle of the night.
Mask nodded. "Good luck, Bucky... watch out for the giant flesh eating dragonflies."
"Wait... what?"
The hill was steep, but the switchbacks that made up the path were manageable. Ruts lined the path, a wagon had been pulled up and down this hill many, many times. Sunset Shimmer climbed the hill, her breathing heavy, she was already panting in the hot, humid, early morning air. There wasn't much of a view from up here, only trees, swamp, and the dilapidated town down below. A foul miasma hung in the air, the stench of burning and smoke. At some point during the night, something had caught fire out in the swamp, it was still burning, a column of smoke could be seen rising up above the stunted, twisted trees.
Above her, the once white mansion loomed over the town. It was huge, tall, a plantation style mansion that had somehow been built on top of a hill out in the middle of the swamp. The white marble foundation it sat upon appeared to be in good shape, but the rest of the mansion had seen better days. The roof was sagging, the white paint was flaking off, revealing grey, somewhat rotten wood. Along the top floor, the windows all appeared to be boarded over. Seeing as how the roof sagged, Sunset guessed that the top floor probably got soaked every time it rained. The closer she got, the worse off the house appeared to be. One of the front columns was crooked and the balcony above the front door was askew.
The house appeared to be in danger of falling over.
Panting, sweating, soaked, Sunset Shimmer stood on the porch, her sides heaving, wondering why she hadn't just transmuted herself into another form and flown up here. This was a miserable place--she worried that the heat was melting her brain into mush and making her stupid.
The front door opened and an older pony came out, a unicorn stallion. He looked a bit unkempt, his mane was long and a bit disheveled. His pelt was a faded silver colour and his mane was a muted shade of dull green. He wore glasses with silver frames and darkened lenses, which blocked his eyes from view. Sunset noticed his cutie mark, which was a chess piece, a rook. His knees were getting knobby and his neck was crooked.
"Mister Blackwater?" Sunset asked.
"I am he," the stallion replied.
Before Sunset could say anything else, the stallion continued. "I know why you are here. I will help you in any way I can... I will cooperate with you completely... I just ask that you help me and I will give you anything you want."
"And what is it that you want?" Sunset looked at the old pony. He sounded awful, sorrowful, she felt a growing sense of pity for him and she guarded her heart, a little voice in the back of her mind reminding her that this could be a clever ruse.
"I want my daughter back... she's gone missing... and Hibiscus had something to do with it!" Blackwater replied.
"Can you tell me why you think Hibiscus had something to do with it?" As Sunset spoke, she saw the rage boiling up in the old stallion's face. He was turning an apoplectic shade of purple and his ears twitched in a fitful manner.
"That rotten grandson of hers was trying to take advantage of my daughter, Brook! When I confronted Hibiscus about it, she flew off the handle and into a fit of rage... there's witnesses... about half the town saw her screaming at her colt... and heard her too." Blackwater fell silent and stared at Sunset through his darkened lenses. "Not long after, Brook vanished... she just up and disappeared. This happened right after Hibiscus swore that she would make that rotten grandson of hers sorry for what he did, shaming their family the way he did."
Sighing, Sunset Shimmer began to realise she was opening a can of worms.
"Sir, do you have any proof that Hibiscus did this? I mean, what reason would she have to make your daughter disappear?" Sunset wanted to ask how a stallion Blackwater's age had a daughter that was the right age for Hibiscus' grandson, but Sunset realised that some stallions remained spry well into their elderly years.
"My guess is she's done traded my daughter off to whatever demon her family had summoned to cause all this trouble. A whole lot of ponies have gone missing over the years. When those investigators came to look into her dealings with the Bitters family, both of them got gone... vanished without a trace they did. Another batch of investigators came out to speak with Hibiscus... both of them got real sick... bloody noses, breathing problems, stomach problems, they both left and I don't know what happened after that."
Lips pressing in a tight, straight line, Sunset Shimmer considered Blackwater's words. Something was going on here, that much was for certain.
"Please... find her... find out what happened to her... I love her more than anything... I... I... I'll even confess to everything that is going on if you can find out what happened to her, even if she's dead... I'll do anything... I'm so sick with worry... I miss her so."
"Look, Mister Blackwater, confessing to a crime you didn't do isn't necessary. It is my job to find out what is going on here... I give you my word, I will do everything in my power to find out what has happened to your daughter." Sunset Shimmer took a deep breath, held it, and then let it out in a slow exhale. "Now, Mister Blackwater, what can you tell me about what has been going on around here? The more you can tell me, the more I will be able to help you..." |
The Black Cloak Files | For What Darker Purpose #4 | Feeling troubled, Sunset Shimmer gave some serious thought to the ramifications of the actions of both Hibiscus and Blackwater. There was a clear cut case of good old fashioned rivalry here and things had spun out of control. The center had not held. When the town had still been prosperous, when the town had still functioned, these family rivalries were kept in check, at least somewhat, to allow the town to continue to function and to allow both families to continue accumulating wealth. Now, however, with nothing to strive for, with no more wealth coming in, the rivalry had become cutthroat. They were already experiencing a collapse, there could be no worse consequences for their misbehaviour.
Of course, Brook's disappearance could be explained away with ease--this was a swamp, after all, and it was filled with pony eating monsters, sinkholes, it was a place where bad things happened. Sunset, however, did not suspect that to be the case though.
In the distance, there was a boom followed by a faint rumble. Looking out to the north and east, Sunset Shimmer saw a pillar of fire rise up from the swamps, billowing upwards over the treeline, and the corners of her mouth curled upwards in a manner most involuntary. She found herself smiling at the sight of the rising pillar of fire and as the ground around her trembled, she laughed. It appeared as though Bucky was quite fed up with nature and was taking the fight back to the denizens of the swamp, a good thing for Sunset. Ponies were busy watching Bucky's battle against the very swamp itself and were now distracted. Sunset Shimmer hoped that this could be used to her advantage; she might catch a pony off guard or have a chance to look around when she wasn't being watched. And she made no mistake, she could feel eyes on her sometimes.
"I spoke with Mister Blackwater. He told me some interesting things," Sunset Shimmer said to Hibiscus. Sunset watched as the older matron's eyes narrowed. "He told me some very interesting things."
"Like what?" Hibiscus asked, her ears pinning back against her skull as she spoke.
"Nevermind what he told me, I'm more interested in what you can tell me about Brook." As Sunset Shimmer spoke, she could see that her words drew blood. She saw Hibiscus' face cloud with fierce anger. As Sunset stood there, waiting, her ears were filled with the sound of a clock upon a glass shelf ticking.
"I don't know what he told you, but I had nothing to do with that," Hibiscus said, her words little more than an angry whisper.
"I spoke with Blackwater quite a bit about the whole thing, he said there were plenty of witnesses that saw you get quite angry and make threats--"
"Witnesses, hah! More like Blackwater's toadies and flunkies, the ponies who hope that he'll be generous and return the favour if they lie for him!" Hibiscus glared at Sunset, her face contorting into a rage filled somewhat smarmy smile.
"Oh, let me tell you a little something about myself," Sunset Shimmer offered, holding back her own rising feelings of anger. "See, I'm not the common rube. I'm not some backwater hick that can be lied to. As a Black Cloak, I know when I'm being lied to. I have magic that helps me in that regard. Now, if I was to go out and start asking around about you and how you dealt with Brook, what do you think I would find out from your fellow townsponies?" Much to Sunset's satisfaction, the smarmy smile vanished and the only thing that was left was an icy, hateful stare.
"Brook bewitched my grandson." Hibiscus' lips pressed into a fine, thin line and her ears pitched forwards, pointing at Sunset Shimmer. "Zoysia became insolent and sullen. He started talking back to his mother and to me. I'll admit, I was angry, but I didn't do anything to hurt that filly."
"And what excuse do you have for screaming at Zoysia, berating him, and humiliating him in front of the town? Hmm?" Sunset Shimmer's eyes narrowed as Hibiscus gave her a spite filled glare.
"He needed to learn a lesson in respect."
Hibiscus' reply was quiet, her words were almost spit out, and her eyes glittered with rage. Sunset Shimmer did not like what she was seeing, not at all. It was clear that Hibiscus prefered to be in control and right now, Hibiscus had no control. Sunset Shimmer, worried that further escalation might hurt her investigation, decided to allow things to cool off.
"I'd like to speak with Zoysia, please," Sunset Shimmer said.
"No." Hibiscus shook her head.
"No?" Sunset blinked. "You are mistaken if you think that was a request that you could turn down. I will speak to Zoysia and there is nothing you can do to stop me." Sunset, who felt frustrated, stared back at Hibiscus. So much for allowing the situation to cool down, she thought to herself.
"He's still a colt, I have a say in who speaks to him and who doesn't--"
"No, no you do not... it seems to me that you don't want me speaking to him, which leads me to believe that you have something to hide." Sunset took a deep breath to check her temper. "Not only will I be speaking to him, but I'll be doing it far, far away from you so you can't bully him or intimidate him into silence. Try to stop me." Sunset could hear Hibiscus grinding her teeth together and she realised that she could have been a little less antagonistic, but Hibiscus really was asking for a good dressing down. She was the matron of a house and one of the leaders of the town, but that was the end of her authority. Her overblown sense of importance was beginning to annoy Sunset; she knew what would happen if Hibiscus continued to throw her weight around and Bucky got involved.
Nothing good would come of that. Nothing good ever came of that.
Hibiscus turned and stomped off, her solid, heavy hooves thumping on the wooden floor as she left, leaving Sunset Shimmer standing alone in the parlour, the heavy hoofbeats causing the various items in the room to rattle.
Waiting, Sunset Shimmer had been promised that she could see Zoysia. She was growing impatient and was worried that Hibiscus was browbeating the poor colt into submission. If she was forced to keep waiting, Sunset was worried that she might become a bad guest and start searching the house.
"Miss Shimmer?"
Sunset turned and looked at the earth pony standing in the room with her. She had not heard him come in. He stood just in front of the servants' entrance, looking timid and afraid. He was a faded shade of brown with a reddish brown mane. His eyes were an odd looking golden hazel.
"Yes?" Sunset replied, her eyebrow raising.
"My name is Graham... I cannot be seen with you, so I must be brief. Zoysia is my son, please, help him. I think he's in some trouble. He won't tell me anything. Get him away from this place. Right now, Hibiscus is busy intimidating him... he's a fragile sort, he has been since his mother, Nutmeg, died. Please, be gentle with him, he's shy and sensitive, he's not a troublemaker. If you are patient with him, he will open up to you."
Graham, his ears perking, looked around, an expression of extreme panic and fear upon his face. He shook his head, his barrel heaving, and he whispered the words, "I cannot be discovered."
Sunset watched as Graham slipped through the servants' door and then was gone. She looked around, her ears perking, and then she noticed the heavy sounds of hooves upon the wooden floor. She looked at the door, waiting, now hearing voices, the fearful sounds of pleading, a whimper, a grunt, and then a colt was shoved through the door and into the room.
The colt was a dark shade of brown, earthy coloured, and he had the most brilliant green mane that Sunset had ever seen. His cutie mark was a patch of grass. He appeared to be in his late teens, and his cheeks were stained with tears.
For a moment, Sunset Shimmer thought about unloading on Hibiscus, but she knew that her bellicose anger would accomplish nothing. But she wanted to, oh how she wanted to. As she stood there, choking back her anger, Hibiscus left, her maid following after her, leaving Sunset and Zoysia alone together.
"Hi, Zoysia... my name is Sunset Shimmer and we're going to go for a walk to get you away from your grandmother."
Sunset Shimmer walked in silence, Zoysia following along just behind her, as if he was fearful to be walking next to her. She could sense his fear, she could see it, he walked with his tail tucked between his legs and his ears pinned back against his skull in the most submissive posture one could muster. He looked pitiful, and she felt bad for him.
It was hot, Sunset was sweating, but she had left the cool confines of the house hoping that Zoysia might open up to her if he was away from his overbearing grandmother. Much to her relief, a cloaked figure approached, almost appearing to be floating over the dirt road rather than walking.
"Hi," a voice said from within the hood.
Zoysia, fearful, did not respond.
"Zoysia, this is Bucky," Sunset said, introducing her teacher and friend. "He can help you... just like I can help you, but only if you talk to us."
After what felt like a full minute with no response, Bucky leaned a little closer to Zoysia. "You look troubled... worried... what are you worried about?"
Without warning, Zoysia bolted, taking off at a run. Sunset looked at Bucky, but could not see his face. As the earth pony colt went tearing off at incredible speed, Sunset Shimmer gave Bucky a smile. She then teleported in a bright flash of light.
"Running doesn't do you much good," Sunset Shimmer said as she appeared in front of Zoysia. She watched as the colt veered off to one side and kept going. "We can help you... we want to help you... just give us a chance... we can get you away from Hibiscus if that is what you want."
Sunset Shimmer watched as the colt came to a skidding halt and almost crashed into Bucky, who teleported in front of him. She could see Bucky's manic grin and hoped that Bucky wouldn't scare the poor colt by accident.
"Can you really get me away from her?" the colt asked.
"Oh, indeed, we can, but only if you help us," Bucky replied.
The colt began chewing on his lip and Sunset Shimmer took a step closer, feeling hopeful. The poor colt was wrestling with something, something big. He just needed a bit of encouragement. "Zoysia, if you help us, we can help your father, too. Would you like to get away from here with your father?"
The colt dropped his head, his ears drooping against the sides of his face. He trembled, afraid, his heavy breathing making his sides heave. He lifted his head a little, looked around at some of the ponies staring at him, and then looked at Sunset Shimmer, his eyes glistening with tears.
"I don't know anything, honest, but I need your help... I'm in real trouble," Zoysia said.
"Well, I am feeling a little generous. Are you sure that you don't know anything?" Bucky asked, eyeing the colt from beneath his hood.
"I know what happened to Brook," the colt whispered in reply.
"Are you certain nopony can see us?" Zoysia asked.
Sunset nodded. "Aversion spell. It's like invisibility. Ponies don't want to see us."
"Usually, I try to sneak away at night, when I can't be seen." Zoysia looked around him as he trotted away from the town, following a narrow dirt road that rose up from the swamp. The colt stopped. "Wait, before we go, is there some way we can get some food?"
"Food?" Bucky paused. "You and Sunset keep going. I'll go scare up some food." Bucky made a gesture with his talons. "Don't worry, I'll find you... just keep going and I'll catch up." Bucky, who had some guesses as to what was going on, planned to go find Fever Cure and bring him along. "Sunset, be careful, the flesh eating giant dragonflies are nasty. But they burn well."
"I always just outrun them," Zoysia said in a quiet, hesitant, and shy voice.
"Bucky isn't the running sort, and neither am I." Sunset gave the colt a grin. "Now, how about you and I get going? Let's see if we can make it difficult for Bucky to catch up to us." |
The Black Cloak Files | For What Darker Purpose #5 | Sunset Shimmer walked in silence with Zoysia just behind her. They both walked along a narrow bermed path, a collection of land, logs, rocks, and other debris forming an elevated path that rose up out of the muck. It was narrow, not even wide enough for a wagon, and they had passed several offshoots of the path that lead to little cabins and shacks out in the swamp.
There were signs of life out here. In the distance, smoke rose, probably from chimneys, but maybe from stills--both alchemical and alcohol producing no doubt. Ponies lived out here, the sorts of ponies that had no love and no need for civilization.
It was swelteringly hot, well above a hundred degrees already, and the humidity could not possibly go any higher. Sunset Shimmer was soaked, she felt like she was melting, this place was unbearable.
Overhead, something tinkled in the faint, sticky breeze. Looking up, Sunset saw little wooden pony dolls hanging from a tree. The bodies and heads were carved wood, the legs were hollow tubes of bamboo that banged together in the breeze to make a rather creepy sound. Almost right away, Sunset decided that she didn't like the wooden ponies hanging in the trees. She wondered what they were for, why they were there, what purpose they served, and who made them. There was strange magic in the world, magic spoken of in stories, in legends, magic that was no doubt real or real enough to inspire a story.
The wooden ponies in the trees were creepy enough to make Sunset Shimmer wonder if they were somehow related to the mysterious goings on around here, perhaps the work of some horrid swamp dwelling cultists that enjoyed demon worship, being creepy, and carving creepy dolls. If that was the case, Sunset Shimmer planned to burn them all and their dolls into ash. The clunking, tinkle-clank sound of the hollow legs banging together made Sunset's skin crawl as she passed below the herd of wooden ponies now overhead.
Hearing wings, Sunset looked up, trying to peer through the trees. Zoysia, beside her, looked panicked and a little scared. It took a few moments, but Sunset was able to see through the thick canopy just enough to see a large, hideous looking wyvern carrying a unicorn in its claws. No natural born wyvern could ever be that distorted and ugly, barring horrible magical accidents. She knew right away who it was. The unicorn was dropped and would have landed in the muck if Sunset hadn't caught him. She lowered him down to the bermed path and Fever Cure gave her a grateful smile. He was wearing thick smoked glass goggles to protect his eyes from the daylight.
Overhead, the wyvern poofed out of existence and Bucky popped back into existence to take its place. He floated down like a leaf borne on the breeze, his voluminous black cloak fluttering around him.
"Sorry I took so long," Bucky said.
"We ran into a real wyvern... a she wyvern... she had a real interest in Bucky--"
"I thought we agreed to not speak of this," Bucky growled, cutting Fever Cure off.
"She wanted to eat me!" Fever Cure stomped his hoof down upon the berm and the moist, fetid earth made a flatulent sound from the impact. "She thought Bucky was the ugliest flying monster she had ever seen... powerful ugly, and she was in the mood for romance. I was to be the romantic dinner."
Sunset's ears perked. Zoysia was laughing, but trying not to do so. Bucky looked irritated. Fever Cure looked quite thankful to be on the ground and in one piece. Sunset could not help herself, and laughter bubbled up from her insides as well.
"What is it with monsters and ugliness? Why is that attractive? And why must ponies be romantic meals? I loathe this swamp and everything to do with it." As Bucky spoke, he slipped into shadow, his legs becoming little more than dark shadows beneath his cloak.
"You broke her heart, Bucky--"
"Shut it!"
"Just think of the offspring though. She'd be real surprised when those eggs hatched and little wyvern-pony hybrids crawled out." Fever Cure's smile vanished and the unicorn became rather serious looking. "Would be a fascinating study. I wonder what their immune system would be like and what medical advances we might make from studying them."
"I brought food," Bucky said as he made a wispy, shadowy gesture at the saddlebags on Fever Cure. "We should get moving and get to wherever it is we are going."
Out this far, the bermed path was almost non existent. Sunset felt her hooves squelching in the mud. She cringed with disgust, each step caused the fetid, rotten ground to squirt out decaying, decomposing, rotten gasses. The ground was farting with almost each and every step. Her eyes watered from the stench and the harshness of the air. She felt sick.
"The Swamp of Never Ending Stench," Bucky said to Fever Cure.
"No, no, no... the Bog of Eternal Stench... it just sounds classier."
Gagging, Sunset Shimmer said nothing. Something about the process of turning a common pony into a Shadowbolt had unbolted Fever Cure's common sense, sanity, and ability to have reasonable, sane conversations. Fever Cure and Bucky had been having a good natured argument for quite some time now. Sunset hated them both just a teeny, tiny bit. Neither Fever Cure nor Bucky seemed to be suffering from the near toxic miasma in the air.
Zoysia didn't seem to be bothered by it too much either, but he had grown up in it.
As Sunset walked, the giant insects that got too close combusted, bursting into flames and exploding. She was killing bugs by the hundreds, maybe by the thousands, and she knew that she wasn't even making a dent. These swamps had bugs by the zillions.
"The Marsh of Malodorous Assault."
"No way, Fever, too highbrow."
"The Muskeg of Malevolent Miasmas."
"What in Tartarus is a bloody muskeg?" Bucky demanded.
"Gee boss, you should have been paying more attention in school."
Still gagging, Sunset Shimmer choked up a laugh and almost puked. She heard Zoysia laughing as well, and she wondered how much of this banter was happening to try and put Zoysia at ease. She would not put it past Bucky to do such a thing. She felt her stomach roil and she swallowed the bitter tasting bile that bubbled in the back of her throat.
"We're almost there... let me go ahead, please, it's safer that way," Zoysia said in a worried, pleading voice.
"Lead the way," Bucky replied, ignoring the smug look of satisfaction upon Fever Cure's face. "I, for one, am curious as to why you led us all out this way."
Sunset Shimmer stood unmoving, saying nothing, her suspicions having been proven true. She watched as Zoysia and Brook stood together, whispering to one another, necking, glad to see one another. Sunset could not help but feel that she was intruding upon a very private moment.
Brook, a filly in the middle of her teenage years, had a large, protruding, rounded stomach. The shack they all stood in was half rotten, the wood succumbing to the swamp. The floor was warped and misshapen.
As Sunset stood watching, it was Bucky that pulled a small basket out of Fever Cure's saddlebags and set it down upon a low, wooden table that had been made out of an apple crate. Brook shoved Zoysia aside as Bucky pulled open the basket, the filly's horn ignited, and she began pulling out the food inside the of the basket at once. The famished filly began to devour the food as fast as she could, gulping it down, paying no mind to good manners.
Taking a deep breath, Sunset Shimmer found herself staring into the eyes of Zoysia. He looked both happy and scared, worried and relieved, his face was a chaotic, jumbled mix of emotions.
"This is why I sneak away," Zoysia said to Sunset. "I bring food to her. I'm trying to be a good father. I don't know where else to get food, it's kinda hard to come by, so I'm forced to stick it out with my family."
Chewing, Brook stood with her head held high, her ears erect, her cheeks bulging, and she studied the ponies standing inside of the shack with her. Her pelt was a pale greenish blue, her mane and tail were a darker, more muted shade of greenish blue.
"I suppose the question that needs to be asked is, Brook, why aren't you with your father?" Bucky pulled more food out of Fever Cure's saddlebags and set it down upon the table.
Brook swallowed, her ears twitching, and she smacked her lips together a few times. "My father called me a filthy, dirty harlot with the stink of mud pony about me. And that was just the start of it. The things he said... he said horrible things about Zoysia too."
"So you ran away," Bucky replied, sighing.
"I had to." Brook's eyes began to glisten with tears. "I had to run away... Daddy threatened to take me to Baltimare to have this abomination in my belly aborted."
The temperature in the shack plunged, becoming icy, allowing each pony present to see their own breath. The walls creaked as ice accumulated. Brook and Zoysia, swamp dwellers, both stepped closer to one another as they began to shiver from the sudden cold.
"If you will excuse me, I need some air," Bucky said in a low, strained voice. Saying nothing else, he opened the rotting door on creaky hinges, stepped outside, and shut the door behind him.
Blinking, confused, Brook looked around, trying to understand what had just taken place. Fever Cure stood in the corner, his eyes hidden behind the goggles of thick smoked glass, his face showing no emotion. Sunset Shimmer cleared her throat, thankful for the cold, chilly air.
"Master has daughters of his own. He is very, very fond of them. He has a belief that a father has certain... sacred duties, obligations to his daughters, and those duties are sacrosanct. Master does not have much of a moral code beyond that." Sunset Shimmer, worried, felt another spike of cold and heard the rotten wood of the shack creak as the bone chilling cold settled in. "Fever Cure, would you please see that Brook is okay? Brook, please, continue eating. If you will excuse me, I'm going to go and check upon my Master."
Bowing her head, Sunset Shimmer stepped outside.
It was snowing. A fresh layer of snow fell down upon the now frozen swamp. An inch of snow had already blanketed the roof. Sunset paused, looking around, trying to spot Bucky, hoping he hadn't fled. Her eyes darting to and fro, she spotted him a short distance away, standing on a log that rose up out of the now frozen muck. It was cold enough to make her lungs sting, but the cold felt good after being in the abysmal heat.
She trod over the frozen ground, her eyes locked on Bucky, worried, fearful, knowing he was hurting. She could see his sides heaving beneath his black cloak, which was now being covered in white flakes. Snow swirled around at crazy angles.
"Master?" Sunset placed her hoof down on the log, almost slipped, and then tried again. This time, aided by magic, she made her way up the now slippery incline, her hooves getting traction on the icy, slippery surface.
"I'm sorry."
Bucky's words came out as a pained wheeze and Sunset felt her heart aching for him. She moved to his side, standing beside him on the log, wishing there was some way to make him feel better.
"I couldn't control it... I tried to hold it back, but I couldn't. My willpower and control has failed me... I couldn't hold back."
Sunset looked up at the sky overhead, hardly able to see through the thick canopy. Thick grey snow clouds billowed. She caught a few falling flakes on her tongue and felt tingles running up and down her spine.
"Bucky, we all have surges from time to time... it is why we need to keep our emotions in check. Sometimes though, it is unavoidable. Nopony got hurt. It's just a little snow." Sunset bumped up against Bucky, trying to make him feel better. "We need to figure out what to do to help them. Master, we need to get them out of here. With the hostile magic about, we need to get Brook away from this place and get her into a hospital. At least, that seems like the wise course of action to me."
"Minion, I will not be able to deal with Blackwater and his family. I'm going to leave that unpleasant task to you. I'm sorry, but if I met him face to face... I'd... I'd--"
"You would do something that you would not regret, not in the slightest."
"Yes, Minion."
"We still need to get to the bottom of what is going on here," Sunset said in a low voice as more snowflakes fell upon her muzzle. She went cross eyed trying to look at them. "Keep looking around and searching. I'll deal with the ponies if you navigate the swamps. One way or another, we're going to get to the truth of what is going on here in this horrible place." |
The Black Cloak Files | For What Darker Purpose #6 | Collecting her thoughts, Sunset Shimmer watched as Bucky sat with Zoysia and Brook, doing what many considered that Bucky did best. The air was still cool, which was a welcome relief, but the temperature was rising as the cold spell wore off. Sunset heard Bucky laugh, but she had not heard what had been said.
Brook and Zoysia, both teenagers, had a tough road ahead, but both seemed determined to be free. Beside Sunset, the wooden floorboards creaked. She turned and looked at Fever Cure, who was now sitting beside her. He was leaning close, his muzzle inches from her ear.
"This is outside of my field of specialisation, but even I can see that she is malnourished. She's sick, she has patches of hair falling out, and she has a distressing lack of body fat for being so far along in her pregnancy. She needs to be away from this place."
Sunset nodded as she listened to Fever Cure's whispered words, then replied, "I agree." She heard Brook laughing, but she hadn't heard whatever it was that Bucky had just said. Brook and Zoysia were both foals still, close to adulthood, but it was easy to see by watching them that some much needed maturity was not there. With a foal on the way, the maturity would be needed soon enough.
"Something is wrong in this wretched place," Fever Cure continued, still whispering. "She doesn't even know how foals are made. Neither does Zoysia. This happened by sheer chance. I spoke with them about doing the deed. They found out about it by accident when they were playing and discovered that it felt good. Both believe she is pregnant just because they love one another. They don't know."
A twinge of anger caused Sunset to twitch and she turned to look at Fever Cure. His eyes were hidden behind his smoked glass goggles. He was looking at the teenage couple, his lips pulled away from his teeth, revealing several sharp points.
"Worst part is, I got angry at Mask for calling this place a backwater." Fever Cure shook his head. "But he was right. Mask was right. This place is a backwater and Bucky is right to hate it."
"I need to go... it is time to have a few words with Mister Blackwater," Sunset said to Fever Cure in a low voice.
"By a few words, I hope you mean beating him bloody." Fever Cure's ears stood erect as he spoke and he shook his head. "He's irredeemable, doing what he did, saying what he said, and keeping his own daughter ignorant... that's unforgivable. At least Bucky is putting things right."
"Huh?" Sunset's own ears perked and she tried to listen to the soft conversation on the other side of the room.
Fever Cure raised his hoof and gestured at Bucky. "For the past half an hour Bucky has been explaining to the both of them how little ponies are made and he's done it in a way that they don't feel stupid or ashamed. Say what you will about Signore Psicopatico, but he's good with the little ones."
Taking a deep, calming breath, Sunset Shimmer prepared herself. She had flown here in the form of a falcon, a swift, capable flier that was able to outpace the dangers of the swamp. The air was hot, stifling, and with the heat and humidity, it was easy to feel one's temper rising, like mercury in a thermometer.
She ascended the stairs two at a time, crossed the porch, and just as she was about to knock upon the door, it opened. Standing in the doorframe, Blackwater stood peering at her, his eyes narrowed, his face wrinkled with worry and perhaps a bit of fear. Sunset, much to her own credit, said nothing right away, but continued to keep her words held in check.
"What brings you here?" Blackwater asked.
"There is a lot you didn't tell me about your daughter, Brook. Important details that you failed to mention. I would like to know why--"
Much to Sunset's shock, the door was slammed in her face, leaving her standing on the porch, stammering and spluttering with rage. She felt the fires within rising up, she felt a hot flash of anger, a real hot flash of anger, and she swallowed, trying to gulp down her rage to keep it contained within.
Horn flaring, Sunset jerked the door open, her opal eyes flashing with terrible rage. The door was almost torn from its hinges. She advanced, her hooves heavy on the half rotted floor, and Blackwater cowered before her, backing up, trying to escape with nowhere to go.
She heard him whimper, a fearful, wordless plea for mercy. Flames burned along the length of her horn and sparks shot from the tip. For a moment, the urge to burn down the sickness around her was unbearable and difficult to resist.
The house smelled of decaying wood, that musty smell of neglect and rot. There was a sharp tang in the air, almost like the scent of black mould. The floorboards were soft beneath her hooves, bending and flexing with each step. This house's glory days had come and gone.
"Do we have a visitor?"
The small squeaky voice froze Sunset in place. Her jaw clenched, her teeth grinding together, and she turned her head to look through a door on her left. Several frightened looking unicorns all stood staring at her, eyes wide, their faces filled with terror, all of them looking as though they had seen the harbinger of the end.
Except one.
Sunset dropped her gaze at the foal approaching her. A colt. She felt her breath catching in her throat and her barrel hitched. The colt, little more than a yearling, stumbled forwards. The colt had one eye. He was not missing an eye, the colt had one eye, and it was in the middle of his face, just above his nose and just below his horn. The eye was milky white in the middle, misshapen, and the sclera was a strange, sick looking shade of greyish yellow.
"I don't get any visitors," the colt said.
Ears perking, Sunset could hear many fearful whimpers as she turned and faced the colt. Nopony moved. Not one horn ignited with magic. No one dared do anything. Sunset took a step forward and lowered her head.
"Hi there," Sunset Shimmer said in a soft, gentle voice. "Can you tell me your name?"
"My name is Darkwater," the colt replied. "What's yours?"
"My name is Sunset Shimmer." Head down low, Sunset took another step forwards, then another, and then with a slow caution, she bumped her snoot into the colt's, their noses touching. She felt the colt startle, realised that he had to be completely blind, and then felt the colt press up against her, feeling her face with his nose.
"Please, please, I'm begging you... don't do anything to my grandson. He's innocent in all of this... I love him a great deal... look, I'll tell you anything you want, just don't do anything to my grandson."
Lifting her head, Sunset's vision took on a hazy red glare. She turned her head and looked at Blackwater. "Darkwater, it was very nice to meet you. If you will excuse me, I need to have a word with your grandfather."
Slamming the door behind her, Sunset Shimmer dragged Blackwater around on the porch so she could look him in the eye. She could hear his hooves scraping over the rotten wood as she jerked him around and she gave him a rough shove to plant him in place.
"You utter, contemptible bastard," Sunset Shimmer said, her words almost a hateful hiss. "How could you be so heartless? You... you... you cast your own daughter out, think of her as a whore, and you threaten to drag her off for an abortion because she got herself pregnant with an earth pony, but somehow you still love the diseased, malformed little unicorn colt?" Sunset gave Blackwater a violent shake with her magic and his hooves clattered against the decaying wood of the porch. She shook him even harder, so much so that his teeth clacked together and she heard him crying out from pain.
"What gives you the right to treat earth ponies so poorly?" Sunset demanded. When no answer came, she shook Blackwater even harder, causing his head to whip around. "Answer me, damn you!" She stopped shaking the old stallion and waited.
"Darkwater is still a unicorn... still better--OOMF!"
Snarling, Sunset Shimmer slammed Blackwater into the greying wooden pillar that held up the roof over the porch. She heard Blackwater cry out in pain, he was whimpering now, then mumbling about his back. She tossed him down onto the uneven floorboards of the porch, ignoring his pained cries, and then loomed over him, her face contorted into a hateful scowl.
"Brook is going to have that foal with Zoysia. They're going to be happy... they're going to get a happy ending... I'm gonna see to it... your daughter is going to know a love that you can't even imagine, you hateful, spiteful, tribalist old bastard, and she is going to get that love from an earth pony. Think about that, while you sit and rot in this wretched shack of yours, she's going to be having fat, chubby little foals with an earth pony. And she's gonna be happy."
Two hate filled eyes stared up at Sunset Shimmer, eyes filled with hatred, burning with hatred, but also fear. Sunset saw Blackwater's horn ignite with a tiny spark and for a moment, she hoped that Blackwater would do something foolish. More than anything else at that moment, she just wanted an excuse.
But the horn dimmed and Blackwater closed his eyes as he lay on the warped, twisted boards of the front porch. Sunset Shimmer's ears perked at a new sound, the sound of Blackwater weeping as he ground his teeth together.
"I'm gonna go... and I'm gonna cool off... and I might be back so we can have a talk. You'd better have something worth listening to if I do come back. But right now... I can't even look at you, you pathetic, miserable, wretched excuse of a pony." With nothing left to say, Sunset Shimmer stomped away, hating the swamp, hating this place, and hating herself for losing control.
Still stomping, Sunset raged as she came down the hill and into the town of Granther's Polder. Ponies, seeing her, avoided her, giving her a wide berth as she made her way towards a tall pink house that loomed over everything else in town. She was hot, sweaty, and filled with rage, which did nothing but make her feel hotter. She wanted a word with Hibiscus, she wanted lots of words with Hibiscus.
"Whoa, there, you look a bit peeved."
Coming to an abrupt halt, Sunset Shimmer turned and looked at Mask. He too, was wearing heavy smoked glass goggles over his eyes and a broad brimmed hat as well. A water canteen hung from a strap around his neck.
"What happened?" Mask asked, his voice both charming and disarming.
Sunset drew in a deep breath, which felt like shards of hot, broken glass scraping along the inside of her throat. She coughed, tasting hot, bitter bile, and then tried to clear her throat. She blinked when she saw Mask's canteen held out in front of her.
She yanked out the stopper, lifted the canteen to her lips, and took a greedy pull. Her mouth filled with fire and she almost choked as the liquid caused her gums, lips, cheeks, and the back of her throat to burn. The canteen was not filled with water, but whiskey. Recovering, Sunset gulped it down, and then took another long pull, letting the fiery whiskey slide down her throat. As much as she hated to admit it, she felt better.
"The water here isn't safe to drink," Mask said in a low voice, shaking his head. "Whiskey... whiskey is always safe to drink. Just ask Barley O'blivion."
Wheezing from drinking liquid fire, Sunset Shimmer thought about taking another pull of the canteen. She was feeling better. She was still hot, still angry, but for some reason, she didn't seem to care quite as much that she was miserable.
"What in Tartarus?" Mask's words were little more than a mutter.
Sunset, blinking, shook her head and looked at Mask. "What? What's wrong?"
The unicorn did not reply, but pointed with his hoof instead. Sunset Shimmer craned her head around to have a look at whatever it was that Mask was pointing at. She didn't see anything, at least not at first. It wasn't until she looked upwards that she saw what Mask had seen. Seeing it made her blood run cold and all she could do was stand there and stare in shock.
The house on top of the hill was on fire. |
The Black Cloak Files | For What Darker Purpose #7 | The rotten old plantation mansion blazed with roaring, devouring flames that consumed the old, dry wood with astonishing speed. As Sunset neared the front door, a part of the roof collapsed. She felt her heart leaping up into her throat and thudding just below the base of her tongue. As she pushed the door open, Sunset Shimmer ignited, her pyromantic nature springing forth as a natural defense.
The front entry was almost consumed in flames and smoke, making it very difficult to see. Sunset formed a protective bubble around herself, not to protect her from the intense heat and flames, but from the thick, choking smoke.
She stood, just inside of the door, focusing her magic, trying to get a feel for where the occupants of the house had gone, hoping to rescue them. She felt them below her, down in the cellar. Sunset could not figure out why they would set the house ablaze and bring it down upon their own heads.
With a burst of magic, Sunset Shimmer winked away, making a blind teleport down into the basement of the plantation mansion, hoping to save the occupants from their planned end.
Letting out a snarl of frustration, Sunset Shimmer raised a spell shield. She had not expected to be attacked. The spells of the unicorns weren't particularly powerful, and Sunset Shimmer was able to block them with little to no effort on her part, but it was annoying.
"Our world has come to an end... let us face our end with dignity!" Blackwater shouted as he unleashed a telekinetic attack that fizzled against Sunset's shields.
"It doesn't need to be the end!" Sunset, almost panicked, looked around, trying to get a feel for the situation. Over a dozen ponies, adults, and three younger ponies, foals. One appeared to be a filly on the cusp of her teenage years, a younger filly, and the one eyed colt, Darkwater. The oldest filly was trying to shelter the other two, and she looked afraid. She was not attacking.
Sunset had to make a decision, and fast. There was no way she could subdue all of these ponies and save them. She could only teleport so much mass with her as she winked through the aether. The adults were actually making the flames burn hotter, hastening their end.
Knowing that she had to do something, Sunset Shimmer made a heartbreaking choice. Reaching out with her mind, she placed a shield around the oldest filly and and the two smaller, younger foals. She heard Blackwater shriek something, but she couldn't make out his words over the roar of the fire, the crackling of the wood, and the creaking of the whole mansion as it strained to keep standing above them.
She felt the others also grabbing the filly and the two younger foals, trying to hold on to them, trying to keep them so they could all face the flames together. Sunset Shimmer let go of a powerful telekinetic pulse, a flat pulse that radiated outwards, not upwards. The force of the blow sent the adults flying. Knowing this was her only opportunity, Sunset Shimmer focused as much magic as she could and then teleported, dragging the considerable mass of three ponies with her through the aether. Just as she began to disincorporate, she heard a scream, a fierce screech of rage that was audible above the sounds of the raging fire consuming the plantation mansion.
Popping back into existence, Sunset, who had strained herself, tumbled down into the mud, her skull threatening to split open and spill her brains out onto the soft, sodden earth. She gagged, tasting smoke and bile.
With a thunderous roar, the mansion collapsed in upon itself, sending a pillar of flame and sparks into the sky. A wave of heat washed over Sunset as she tried to lift her head. She felt magic wrapping around her, shielding her, saving her from the force of the blast.
She coughed, still feeling as though she was going to be sick, and when she turned her head, she saw Mask looking after the three foals. Her stomach lurched and a powerful wave of nausea overtook her. It proved to be too much for her to deal with and a moment later, she vomited up the contents of her stomach. Almost choking, she snorted, trying to get chunks of vomit out of her nose, and then her stomach convulsed for a second time, spilling out another puddle of sick.
Lightheaded, Sunset Shimmer crawled away from her own mess, still gagging, still feeling as though she was going to be sick again. Her head was splitting and more than anything, she wanted to be someplace cool, quiet, and calm. She wanted to be someplace that she could lay down and recover.
But she was not in a place where she could do that. She rose up on her wobbling legs like a newborn foal, trembling, and she lifted her head. She snorted, trying to clear her nose, and her eyes stung from withheld tears and the acrid smoke filling the air.
Already, pegasi were flying overhead, watching as the mansion continued to burn and earth ponies were now cresting the hill, so they too could have a look at the terrific destruction. Sunset wobbled, her addled brain could only think of protecting Darkwater, the deformed one eyed foal, from the crowd. This was the most hated family in all of Granther's Polder, but the foals were innocent. She heard Mask shouting something, but she could not make out the words.
Just as Sunset Shimmer shook her head, trying to clear it so that she could take control of the situation, everything around her turned to ice, a lovely cool breeze blew over her fevered, sweating skin, and with the cold, Sunset Shimmer knew that order would soon follow.
A reunion of sorts was taking place in the run down shack in the middle of the swamp. Bucky had just dropped them off and turned back into his pony form. Sunset Shimmer, still sick, her horn aching, stood on the mucky ground, and as awful as she felt, she was happy about what she was witnessing.
"Rill! Pond! Darkwater! I thought I'd never see you again!"
"Brook!"
"Pond, oh, how I've missed you! And Darkwater... no, stand still, you'll fall into the muck, let me look at you!"
The sounds of somepony crying filled Sunset's ears and her eyes glazed over with tears. The chaos of the past hour or so was proving to be too much. Sunset needed rest, she needed to recover. She needed food and something to drink.
"You're fat."
"I'm gonna be a mama!"
Almost swooning, Sunset felt somepony brush up against her, offering support. She blinked, turned her head, and saw Fever Cure. She felt herself being lifted in magic, the warm tingle felt good against her skin. She made no protests and allowed herself to be carried inside.
"Grandfather was mad... he was going to burn us."
Sunset took a long drink of the water that had been conjured. It was cold, Bucky had chilled it and left ice cubes floating in it. There was nothing to eat, Brook had finished off the food while Sunset had been gone.
"I'm scared."
"Hush, Darkwater, it's gonna be okay. I'll take care of you."
"Okay, Rill."
Head thudding, Sunset sat upon the decaying floorboards of the shack, glad to hear the voices of those she had saved, but also hurting with every word spoken. Each sound caused the headache to pound the inside of her skull.
"We'll take care of each other," Brook said as she rubbed her cheek against Pond. "Zoysia has been looking after me, I know he'll look after all of you as well. He's a good pony."
This complicated things. Sunset Shimmer looked at the group, wondering what would be done. Now that she had rescued them, she worried that they might get pulled apart. Rill and Pond didn't seem to have any problems with Zoysia, which was a relief. They had not yet learned to hate. Perhaps the seeds had been planted, but Rill and Pond seemed like kind, decent ponies, as of yet still uncorrupted by their family's hatreds. As for Darkwater, the one eyed colt was blind and still very, very young.
There was no telling if the family would be able to stay together. She thought of Graham, Zoysia's father, and wondered if he would help, he seemed kind enough. As she sat there, she watched the young filly, Pond, touch Brook's rounded stomach.
"I want my mama--"
"Darkwater, hush, your mama is gone," Rill said as she pulled the one eyed colt closer. "You just hush and be thankful that you're alive. They were gonna burn us... you just hush and you stop crying."
"But I want my mama..."
Even though she hated Blackwater and his family, Sunset hated everything they stood for and she loathed them for what they had done, she felt her heart breaking for the foals, who were innocent in all of this. Her head throbbed so hard that she saw white flashes in her vision. She saw Rill kissing Darkwater on top of his head, trying to comfort him. For Sunset, she took comfort in the filly consoling the deformed, one eyed colt.
"Tell me, what relation are you to one another?" Bucky asked.
The foals did not answer right away, but Brook, Rill, and Pond all stared at Bucky.
"Look, I'm not here to pass judgement. I just want to help you. You can tell me anything, anything at all. You are not to blame for anything that your parents might have done." Bucky went silent for a moment, his ears drooping. "I had plenty of family problems myself, trust me."
Turning and looking at the foals, Sunset's blood ran cold. She understood what Bucky was getting at, and she realised that way out here in the swamp, there weren't a whole lot of unicorns to pick from when it came to marriage. She felt sick again and her stomach began doing flip flops. She gagged and covered her muzzle with her fetlock.
"We're not supposed to talk about this," Brook said in a low voice, almost a whisper. "Blackwater said that outsiders wouldn't understand. We have to keep it a secret."
"They're gone," Bucky replied in a gentle, patient voice. "They can't punish you."
"I... we... I don't think we should talk about it," Brook said, almost stammering.
"Grandfather is gone... he can't hurt us... he can't hurt you." Rill, looking at Brook, turned to look at Bucky. "Grandfather flew into a rage when Brook vanished. She was supposed to marry Uncle Rainwater.
"Rainwater is her cousin," Pond said, correcting Rill.
"No, he's her uncle." Rill looked at Pond and blinked.
"He's both, I heard it when I was eavesdropping." Brook closed her eyes and a look of shame crept over her face. She shook her head, her mouth moving, but no words came out. She opened her eyes, which were now glassy with tears. "I didn't want to be with Rainwater. He was mean and he had the shakes and he was not a nice pony."
Coughing, Sunset Shimmer almost threw up. She had heard more than enough. She didn't even want to think about what horrors lurked in the old mansion. She looked at Darkwater and wondered about the source of his deformities.
"We'll need to sort this out later." Bucky raised his talons, flexed them, and then looked around the room. "We need to figure out what to do next. I want to keep all of you together, but we need a better place to house you, we need to feed you, and look after your needs. I think poor Sunset needs some time to rest and recover. Mask, Fever Cure, I think it's time we called in some help, what do you think?"
"I think that's wise," Fever Cure replied, his words a low whisper.
"We still need to find the cause of all of this suffering sickness. The swamp is full of strange, bad magic. This whole place festers like a boil. We're in over our heads." Mask reached up and rubbed his neck. "I think calling in a few friends would be wise."
"Very well then, I shall make contact." |
The Black Cloak Files | For What Darker Purpose #8 | The strange elation that comes with being saved from death and seeing a family member long thought dead had long since worn off. The foals were now a crying, sobbing, heartbroken mess. Sunset Shimmer had left them in the care of Fever Cure, Mask, and Bucky, although she was certain that Bucky would slip off to keep looking.
Sunset Shimmer strolled along the bermed earth path, the walk both wonderful and horrible. She felt miserable, sick, the heat wasn't helping, but the walk was clearing her head. She needed a clearer head if she was going to talk to Hibiscus. No doubt, the residents of Granther's Polder were probably reeling from the shock of the house upon the hill burning down to the ground.
All Sunset could think about was leaving this place. She hated it. She hated everything about it. She hated the heat, she hated the humidity, she hated the smell, she hated the taste the air left in her mouth, and she hated what this place was doing to her; she could feel it, it was bringing out the worst in her. This was a place trapped in time, rooted in the traditions of an age that had long since past.
"Hullo."
Horn glowing, Sunset Shimmer came to a stop. A strange looking earth pony was standing in front of her. He was a light, muddy looking brown, but sort of looked like a zebra. Long curling, looping, intricate black lines had been dyed into his pelt. His face was a maze of fine lines. He had gold earrings, three nostrils, two on the left, one on the right, and a cluster of tumours growing out of his head just behind his right ear.
"Hi." Sunset stayed her magic, focusing on being polite and non threatening.
"My name is Root. I am a messenger for Mother Malady. She would like to see you."
"Who is Mother Malady and why does she want to see me?"
"Mother Malady walks between the veil of worlds, this one and the next, and she sees all. She has seen you already and now, she would speak to you."
Cryptic. "I see." Sunset shook her head.
"Not yet you don't, and it is unlikely that you ever will." Root grinned. "Mother Malady wishes to help you. She does not wish to invite disaster. Your safety is assured."
Nodding, Sunset acquiesced to the strange, cryptic messenger. "Very well, take me to this Mother Malady of yours. I will speak to her."
The settlement, if it could be called that, was a collection of shacks built upon stilts, treehouses, platforms, and a crude stone tower that rose up out of the filthy muck. Looking at the tower, Sunset had serious doubts that the current ponies living here had built it, it looked far more like some unicorn's abode, perhaps a lone alchemist living out in the swamp.
Large sheets of waxed canvas were stretched from tree to tree to collect rainwater for drinking. Gardens grew in barrels secured to tree trunks. There was a lot of ingenuity here. And every single pony was like Root; they all had strange looping lines dyed into their pelts. Many were disfigured, deformed, tumours and growths were common sights.
As Sunset stood on a half rotten wooden platform in front of the old stone tower, the door to the tower opened. Much to Sunset's surprise, a zebra came out. A zebra stallion. She had expected something else, perhaps something a bit more... motherish. The stallion was old, ancient even, wrinkled, and his stripes were faded grey on yellowed white. He was missing one eye, an eyepatch covered in strange symbols covered the right side of his face, and the other eye had a milky white cataract.
"I am Mother Malady," the zebra said to Sunset, bowing his head, his neck popping. "And you... you are... you are an Emissary of the Greater Light." The zebra coughed, then wheezed, then laughed. "You call the servant of the Lesser Light your Master."
Sunset Shimmer, holding her head high, wished that everypony would be less cryptic and get to the point. She didn't feel well and she just wasn't in the mood for this sort of thing.
"Mother Malady," Sunset said, addressing the zebra stallion by his prefered title. "I am Sunset Shimmer. You wanted to speak to me?"
"Yes I did. I wanted to give you a gift, actually. You have come to a nexus of disease, Golden One. Even now, the sickness courses through your veins, sapping your strength, reducing your vitality, and making you feel poorly." The zebra's head drooped. "You have seen the sickness here. Not just the physical disease... but you have felt the diseases of the mind. You have seen Blackwater and looked upon his incestous offspring."
"I have." Sunset gave the zebra a curt nod.
Something in the swamp below the wooden platform made a flatulent sound and a wretched smell filled the air, the scent of rot, of decay, of death. Sunset fought back the urge to gag. Her eyes watered and she felt her knees tremble.
"That smell you smell... those gasses help me to peer between the veils, between this world and the next. They are a gift, a blessing from the earth," Mother Malady explained in a raspy, somewhat wheezing voice. "I saw your arrival. I saw you coming, just like I saw the Black Death. I knew where to send Root to meet you. And when I had this vision, I knew you would need a gift."
All Sunset could do was cough, the foul miasma filling her lungs and making her feel lightheaded. Her vision fuzzed over and for a moment, she could see bursts of multicoloured light in the corners of her vision. Something dark loomed in her vision, near the edge. A bright shining light, something as bright as the sun filled her eyes, but the darkness persisted.
"Sol causat umbrum," the zebra murmured to Sunset. "All things serve Her immortal will, even your Master. Her light makes his shadow grow long and dark. You see them, don't you... you got a glimpse of the veil... this place is full of shadows, but they are not Her shadows, but the shadows of ponies. They are shadows of memories, memories of things that wish to be forgotten. Ghosts of old words spoken. Phantoms of old promises. These shadows have gone bad and these old ghosts now consume the flesh of the living."
Mother Malady began coughing, a wet, wheezing, racking cough, and Sunset Shimmer's vision began to clear. She blinked, startled, not knowing what had just happened, but it was something she couldn't just dismiss. She had felt something. Seen something.
"This was made for you," a pegasus mare said, coming forwards and holding something in the primaries of her wing out towards Sunset Shimmer.
Using her telekinesis, Sunset Shimmer took the item. It was a small orange pony made of wood. It looked a lot like her. There was a long cord that the small wooden figurine could hang from. The level of detail was unbelievable. Her crimson mane and sunny yellow stripes stood out in bold, bright contrast.
Mother Malady ceased coughing and peered up at Sunset. "I have placed much magic into that talisman. It will protect you. Your time here is done, Golden One. Go and bring your light to others. Bring light to others and drive away these shadows that plague us. We are haunted by old words and false promises."
"Thank you," Sunset said in a sincere voice as she hung the small wooden pony around her neck. It was warm and she could feel a faint, strange vibration from within it. She looked down and noticed that it was glowing.
"I must rest." Mother Malady gave Sunset Shimmer a smile, revealing blood flecked yellow teeth. "As you continue your quest... look for what does not belong. There are many secrets hidden in plain sight."
"Wait..." Sunset Shimmer lifted her hoof. "Tell me, before I go... you... you're a bocor... is there necromancy here?"
Mother Malady's ears pivoted sideways and then drooped down. "There is much that is here. The foulest of shadows came to this place once a long time ago, and its decaying touch has never left. Golden One, if you go looking, you may find things that are far worse."
"Thank you, Mother Malady. It has been a privilege to speak to you."
It was odd--Sunset really did feel better. She neared the tall house where Hibiscus lived, feeling quite good. Her headache was gone. It felt as though she had been rejuvenated after a big sleep. The fatigue was gone.
Ponies watched as she passed, their eyes fearful, some of them worried. Up on top of the hill, the ruins of the mansion smouldered. Pegasi flew over the town, moving clouds, trying to get a bit more water to sprinkle down upon the charred remains of the old house.
As Sunset approached the rose coloured stone house, she saw Hibiscus speaking to a group of ponies, all of them looking serious and subdued. As she drew nearer, Hibiscus stopped speaking, lifted her head, and stared at Sunset. The ponies around her vanished.
"Miss Shimmer."
"Hello, Hibiscus," Sunset said in greeting. "Did I interrupt something?"
"As mayor, I am responsible for keeping order and managing the town. The fire has left many in quite a dreadful state," Hibiscus replied. The earth pony shuffled her hooves, let out a sniff, and then tossed her head back to get her mane out of her face. "I understand some foals were rescued--"
"Yes they were and I do not plan to discuss it."
"But I am the mayor... there are things I need to know."
"I would venture a guess that you are also a busybody and a gossip. Those foals are now in protective custody and that is all that you need to know." Sunset Shimmer watched Hibiscus' nostrils flaring as her ears flicked back and forth. The earth pony seemed perturbed, annoyed, and even a little angry. Sunset was beyond caring. "Think about Laurel and Lavender. Would you want them paraded around and ponies talking trash about them?"
For a moment, Hibiscus gritted her teeth, her eyes narrowed, and then she replied, "No. No, I would not."
"Then why are you in such a hurry to do that to somepony else's foals?" Sunset asked.
"I wasn't." Hibiscus' teeth clamped together once more, this time making an audible grinding sound.
"You know, when you lie, it casts a shadow of doubt on everything else you've told me." Sunset's eyes narrowed and she took a step forward. "I am here to help you. I am here to try and make things better. Since coming here, I've found nothing but unpleasantness, small town squabbling, and a bunch of petty, horrible ponies fighting each other just because they can."
Hibiscus' withering stare focused upon Sunset, but the earth pony matron said nothing.
"While I am dragging everything out into the open, I need to speak to Graham."
"Graham Cracker?" Hibiscus' anger turned to confusion.
"Yep. Him." Sunset gave Hibiscus a pleasant smile.
"But... but why would you want to talk to him? He has nothing to do with any of this. You don't need to talk to him... I ask that you leave my family members out of your little crusade of righteousness and that you respect their privacy."
Sunset's smile vanished and her eyes narrowed. "My reasons are my own. I don't owe you an explanation. Hibiscus, let us get one thing straight between us. I am in charge here. I am conducting an investigation. If I ask you to do something, you do it."
"You're no better than those bigots on the hill," Hibiscus spat.
For a moment, Sunset was certain that she was going to lose her temper. She felt the heat rising up inside of her. For one second, she was certain that she was going to burst into flames. She wanted to scream and shout. She wanted to grab Hibiscus and start shaking her, shaking some sense into her. But then she felt a soothing, calming sensation spreading through her chest. She looked down as she felt the fetish dangling from her neck vibrating.
It glowed with a pleasant, sunny glow, and as she looked at the smiling, cheerful looking little unicorn figure of herself, she felt better. Sunset paused. A while ago, the wooden figure hadn't been smiling. It had looked serene, calm, but also kind of blank. Now, there was no mistaking it, she could see little white teeth and a merry twinkle in the figure's eyes.
"The bigots on the hill were no better and no worse than the bigots living down here," Sunset Shimmer said in a calm, cheerful voice. "Now, I wish to speak to Graham and after he and I spend some time speaking, you and I are going to have ourselves a little heart to heart." |
The Black Cloak Files | For What Darker Purpose #9 | Hibiscus' house was cool, which was a relief. Sunset Shimmer waited in the parlour as Hibiscus no doubt was trying to coerce Graham into saying the right things and behaving in the right way. Earlier, Hibiscus had called her a bigot, accusing her of unicorn superiourity. Sunset couldn't wait to be out of Granther's Polder.
She thought about her day so far as she waited, she thought about the fire, the meeting with the strange zebra stallion named Mother Malady, she thought about the curious little fetish hanging around her neck. It had a powerful aura of harmonious energy about it and Sunset could feel a sunny warmth radiating from it.
For the moment, Sunset's biggest concern was Zoysia and the fillies. They would need a caretaker, a helper, somepony to help look after them. She hoped that Graham would do so, but Sunset was aware that he might be hesitant around the unicorns. Resting, closing her eyes for a moment, Sunset Shimmer thought about Princess Celestia and the white alicorn's many offerings of advice. Try to trust in the good to be found in ponies.
Princess Celestia believed that all ponies were good, she insisted on this point, but some were less good than they could be, and some worked very, very hard to prove her wrong, but she maintained that all ponies were good. Sunset Shimmer had certainly worked to prove Princess Celestia wrong, and it was still something she suffered a twinge of painful regret about from time to time.
There was a distinct lack of forgiveness in this town and the ponies here clung to the old ways, the old hatreds, and by Princess Celestia's standards, Sunset reasoned that they were far less good than they could be. Most of them weren't even trying to be good, by the way things felt. She thought about Blackwater, his family, and shuddered when she thought of the incest that had taken place.
The door opened, interrupting Sunset Shimmer's thoughts. She looked up and saw Graham Cracker once more. He looked nervous, scared, he was trembling as he peered at her. Sunset felt bad for him--he was like his son, Zoysia, a soft, sensitive type and it appeared that Hibiscus had given him a good browbeating.
"You wanted to see me?" Graham asked in a voice that was little more than a scratchy whisper. He stood just inside of the door, shaking, his ears quivering and jerking.
Sunset Shimmer soundproofed the room with her magic, an effortless act, and then gave Graham a warm, sincere smile. "I have some good news for you, Graham. I think you'll be happy about it. I also need to talk to you about something very important."
"Good news would be welcome at this point." Graham, timid, took a few steps forward, his barrel almost heaving, and he eased himself into a high backed chair, his eyes darting towards the door.
"She can't hear us in here," Sunset said. Even as she spoke, Graham appeared to relax a little. "You look like you could use some good news. Now, Graham, before I say anything, take a few deep breaths and try and calm down." Sunset saw him close his eyes and do as she had requested.
A grandfather clock in the corner ticked, the big brass pendulum swinging back and forth, moving as seconds passed, those seconds became minutes, and the day grew ever shorter with each swing.
"First off, Graham, Zoysia isn't in trouble... but he is in love--"
"W-w-w-what?" Graham stuttered.
"Zoysia has a filly that he is very much in love with--"
"B-b-b-b-brook," Graham stammered.
"Yes, Zoysia is in love with Brook." Sunset Shimmer took a deep breath, hoping that Graham would follow her example, held it until the count of ten, then let it out in a slow huff. "Graham, you are going to be a grandfather--"
Sunset Shimmer was interrupted by the loud thump caused by Graham hitting the floor. She gasped, feeling a moment of alarm and panic. It wasn't often that stallions fainted. She slipped down off of the sofa where she was sitting and went to his side to see if he was okay.
After checking him over, she worked to revive him.
"Hi there," Sunset said as Graham's eyelids began to flutter. "You feeling okay?" She set him down into a chair and then held him up as he began to recover. His incredulous wide eyed stare amused her a great deal.
"You are going to be a grandfather... be happy." Sunset made sure that Graham was sitting up on his own before she went and returned to the couch, where she sat down. She smoothed out her tail, smiled, and hoped for some kind of reply.
Graham only sat in the chair and stared at her.
"Here's the deal, Graham. Your son needs your help. Zoysia and Brook are going to have a foal together. Brook has family members that were rescued from the fire... foals, Graham, foals that need a caretaker. Good foals, although one of them is going to have special needs."
"What do you want from me?" Graham asked.
"Why, I want you to be their caretaker. Rill, Pond, and Darkwater could all use your help. And I know for certain that you are a good stallion, so I can count on you to help them, can't I?" Sunset Shimmer gave Graham a meaningful look.
"They're unicorns, they won't listen to me." Graham shook his head.
Sunset dismissed his words with a wave of her hoof. "They're foals. They're ponies. Graham, here is your chance to do some good. Make the world a better place. Be a good pony... set an example for your son, who just so happens to love a little unicorn lass with a blind, wonderful, heartwarming love. She's carrying his foal."
"But I..." Graham continued to shake his head. "I dunno... I--"
Sunset's smile faded and she leaned forwards. "Let me be blunt. I want to keep them together. They can be a family. They can be happy. You can help me, you can help them, and I can get you away from Hibiscus. I will help you get established. I will get you away from this horrible place full of horrible ponies... or... you can be a horrible pony and you can stay here with the horrible ponies as this place festers, rots, and decays from within, until it collapses upon itself and sinks into the alicorn forsaken swamps."
Graham blinked in shock.
"Do you want to be away from Hibiscus?" Sunset asked. Her eyebrow arched. "You want to have a nice life with your son, don't you? Are you willing to do a bit of work? You're not so cold hearted and calloused that you would turn away a few fillies and a disabled colt, would you?" Sunset cracked her fetlocks and her eyes narrowed. "Do you want to spend the rest of your days in this swamp?"
"No... Nutmeg's dream was to move away from here and away from Hibiscus," Graham blurted out in a voice that sounded as though it was an inch away from tears.
"Clock is ticking, Mister Cracker. Zoysia, Brook, and the others have a one way ticket out of here and they're leaving tonight, never to return. Are you going with them and can I count on you to help them, or are you staying here?" Sunset's voice was a low, soft, gentle whisper.
Graham's ears stood up. "My son needs me?"
"More than you know. He's trying to be real grown up about this. It seems as though somepony left an impression on him and he's trying to be a stallion about this whole thing. He's been sneaking food off to Brook for a long time now and he wants to be a good dad." Sunset cocked her eyebrow at Graham. "I wonder where he got it from?"
Graham gulped, fidgeted in his chair, and looked at Sunset. He looked conflicted, almost in pain, and the entirety of his body showed fear. "How will I care for them? How will I make bits? I only completed primary school... I don't know how--"
"Hush, Graham... do you want to help or not? Yes or no?" Sunset leaned forwards a little more. "I bet it's Hibiscus that tells you how worthless you are because you didn't finish school... she makes you feel small, doesn't she?"
Graham nodded and licked his lips.
"Just yes or no... that is all I need to hear from you. If you say yes, rest assured, you will get the help you need. You have my word." Sunset Shimmer waited and she watched as Graham's squirming in his chair intensified.
"Yes... please, help me... help my son... I'll do anything for my son, even things I think are impossible," Graham said as he fell back into his chair and closed his eyes.
"You have made a very good choice, Graham." Sunset Shimmer let out a sigh and thought about Princess Celestia. It seemed there was some good in ponies after all.
Now there was Hibiscus to deal with, but Sunset Shimmer wasn't in the mood. She had helped Graham pack up a few things into a bag and had demanded that Hibiscus leave them be. The earth pony matron had wisely said nothing, backed off, and let Graham pack his bag in peace.
Now, Graham was getting acquainted with his new family. The run down rotten little shack was crowded, far too crowded, and the floor was bowing. Sunset paced outside of the shack, she had far too many things on her mind and it had been far too long of a day. She was not looking forward to dealing with Hibiscus.
"Minion?"
Lifting her head, she looked at Bucky, whom she had not heard come outside. He was hooded, as always, and there was a worried scowl on the end of his muzzle. She watched as he came closer.
"It's been a troubling day, hasn't it, Minion?"
Nodding, Sunset wished she could sit down, but the ground was nothing but slime covered oozing muck. Frogs were croaking, bugs buzzed, and it felt as though the air was boiling around them. Sunset Shimmer was soaked with sweat and she felt itchy. She wondered if she would ever feel clean again.
"Have I ever told you just how proud I am of you?" Bucky asked.
An unwelcome blush made Sunset feel hotter. It was too hot and far too sticky to be blushing. She failed to hold back a grin and she turned away from Bucky and stared off into the swamp.
"This..." Bucky said as he made a gesture, "this is you at your best. You're making a difference here. We came out here to find out if this place was cursed. We're still working on that, but in the meantime, you've taken it upon yourself to save a few ponies and try to make things better. You are the best student a teacher could ask for."
"Master, stop." Sunset's blush intensified and she let out a giggle, feeling very much like a school filly again.
"You know, if somepony was to ask me which pony I thought truly deserved to be an alicorn--"
"Master, please, stop!" Sunset Shimmer struggled to get the words out as she continued to titter and the fetish hanging from her neck felt both warm and heavy.
"--I would have to tell them that it would be you." Bucky leaned in a little bit closer. "One day, I will no longer be here. You will be my replacement. It will be you and Twilight Sparkle working together to make the world a better place. You will be the headmaster of the Founder's Forge. And seeing you shine in the most troubling of situations... like today... I rest easy knowing that everything I've planned for is going to be taken care of by you."
Off in the distance, something roared, and the birds fell silent. Sunset's ears perked, but other than being alert, she did nothing else to react. If trouble came, she pitied it. She turned and looked at Bucky. "The best part about being your apprentice is being your friend... Bucky... please, don't talk about how little time you have. I can't bear it."
"I'm sorry, Sunset, but I do so worry that I don't have enough time to set everything right. There is still so much to do." Bucky heaved a sigh and a sad smile appeared upon the end of his muzzle.
"We're managing," Sunset replied.
"I know we are." Bucky stood there, motionless, and fell silent, only the sound of his breathing could be heard.
"Bucky, I need some advice... Hibiscus is going to be a tough pony to deal with. She called me a bigot... accused me of unicorn supremacy. I'm gonna need to pry some answers out of her. I'm not sure what to do or how to do it. There's some bad juju here, as the zebras would say. There are a lot of old wounds and they run deep. How do I get her to talk without opening those old wounds? I don't want to hurt her or make things worse."
"Minion... I'm sorry... but I do not know..." |
The Black Cloak Files | For What Darker Purpose #10 | So many Shadowbolts. There were now so many Shadowbolts that Sunset Shimmer was unable to keep track of all of the new faces. Becoming a Shadowbolt meant a new lease on life, the erasure of all debts, and a scrubbing away of one's criminal history, if one had a criminal history. Ponies and other creatures from all walks of life were choosing to walk to the darkened path and to serve the Night Court.
Overhead, the zeppelin known as Voidbringer hovered, a ship of sleek design, a new style with the long, thin, delicate looking nacelle with an integrated cabin, all of which was made of sleek, shadow infused aluminium. It blocked out the stars and it's shiny hull gleamed silver in the moonlight. It was a unique ship in that it was powered by the dark. During the day, it was little more than a common airship, but come nighttime, it was a ship that could cross oceans in hours, or almost anywhere in Equestria for that matter. It was, perhaps, Bucky and Luna's single greatest creation made in cooperation with one another.
Several of the Shadowbolts now roamed the swamp, having gone hunting. Whatever creatures lurked in the abysmal mire were no longer at the top of the food chain. Bigger, scarier, far more capable predators had arrived.
Sunset watched as Belisama, the shadow-touched griffoness, had a quiet moment of comfort with the one-eyed blind colt Darkwater. Darkwater was scared by all of the hubbub, noise, and strangers milling about, but he seemed to be calming down as Belisama crooned to him. The griffoness' singing voice was a miraculous thing and it was no wonder that she was the chosen skald of Odin.
Sunset was tired, weary, she needed sleep. It had been far too long a day and now it neared midnight. She was exhausted and she had reached the absolute ends of her endurance. She eyed the airship and wondered if she could get a few hours of shuteye up there, or if she was going to have to go and return to Hibiscus' house and get some rest there.
She didn't want to return to Hibiscus' house. She wanted to go home, to be away from this forsaken swamp. She wanted her familiar room at the top of the squat stone tower. She wanted cool air. She wanted to hear the voices of those she loved. She wanted to be away from this place.
She glanced over at Belisama again, and saw Bucky fawning over her. For a moment, she envied them both. Both were very busy creatures and there were times that they didn't get a chance to see each other for a while. But they had each other now. Sunset watched as Bucky nuzzled Belisama's neck as the griffoness continued her crooning for Darkwater.
Looking around, she saw Graham. He looked lost, confused, and a bit scared, but he was holding himself together for Zoysia. As for Zoysia himself, he stood near Brook, yawning, but even in his sleepy state the colt looked excited. Moving away meant a new life for him--for all of them.
Making a decision, Sunset Shimmer decided to spend some time in the rack aboard the Voidbringer.
"As you continue your quest... look for what does not belong. There are many secrets hidden in plain sight." The words of Mother Malady echoed in Sunset Shimmer's head as she awoke. She was sweating and she didn't feel well. It hurt to breathe, her eyes were dry, irritated, and her mouth felt as though it was full of cotton.
Look for what does not belong. Lifting her head, Sunset Shimmer had a good long look at the fetish hanging from her neck, lifting it up in her magic and eyeballing it. It was strange magic, bocor magic, the magic of the zebras. She could not help but wonder if there was some sort of psychic influence imparted upon the fetish.
Blinking her eyes, Sunset Shimmer sat up in bed, rising up to her haunches, the blanket still draped over her. The sun had not risen yet, or so her magic told her. She had not slept much, but she had slept. She yawned and thought about a nice shower.
As she left the narrow bed, she wondered what did not belong in the swamp.
As the sun rose in the east, the temperature outside was one hundred and two degrees, and this was before the one hundred percent humidity was factored in. With the heat index, the temperature could only be measured as miserable.
Sunset Shimmer stood on the outskirts of Granther's Polder, wondering what the zebra meant by things not belonging. She looked around the town and the only thing she could see that seemed out of place was the rose coloured marble of Hibiscus' house. Sunset Shimmer's head tilted to one side. The fancy furniture, the rose coloured marble, the remarkable waterfall and cooling system.
Was that it? Was that what the zebra had been hinting at? What sort of clue was it? And what did it have to do with the apparent curse that this wretched, forsaken town seemed to be under? With the way the zebra spoke, there did seem to be a curse of some sort. Necromancy? Something from the past? Was some sort of horrible curse from long ago festering away, poisoning everything?
It was possible.
Anything was possible.
But what did Hibiscus' house have to do with it?
Was it what was 'out of place?'
The mansion up on the hill had been made out of wood. Sunset looked up at the ruin. There were pegasi circling overhead and Sunset wondered what they were doing. She wondered if there had been any remains, and if so, had they been recovered?
Her eyes looked over the town and lingered upon the workhouse. It was now almost a crumbling ruin itself, having seen better days. Some of the windows were broken. It looked dilapidated. It was missing its doors and other bits of wood, all of which were no doubt scavenged and used on something else.
The entire town was made of wooden buildings. There were houses along the base of the hill, a ring of what had once been prosperity, and the outer rings were comprised of run down looking shacks, shanties, and sheds. A dyke had been built around the town to keep the swampy waters out when the region flooded.
The rose pink marble house stood out from everything else. Frowning, Sunset Shimmer decided to pay Hibiscus a visit even though it was still very early in the morning. Perhaps if Sunset was friendly and kind she could pry some answers out of Hibiscus, some old town secrets. There could be no doubt that the earth pony was at least affiliated with the town's gentry... her family seemed far better off than Blackwater's, whose mansion had seen better days before burning to the ground.
The unicorn maid had been more than a little grumpy when she let Sunset in, but Sunset forgave her. Standing in the entryway, Sunset watched as the maid departed in a huff, armed with a feather duster, a spray bottle, and cleaning cloth.
It seemed that Hibiscus was in the shower, so Sunset had to wait. She had herself a good look around the entryway, studied the waterfall, and marveled at the simple but effective cooling system. It was cool in here, almost cold even. The breeze was damp and felt good against her heat withered skin.
The furniture in the Blackwater mansion, from what little bit that Sunset could remember, was just as rotten as the mansion itself. The furniture here, while a little worn, still looked newish. It was remarkably well preserved. The whole house had the illusion of fantastic wealth.
Sunset Shimmer tried to put herself into the mind of an earth pony trying to improve their place in the world, with hard work and effort. She thought about trying to endear one's self to a cold, unfeeling noble house like House Avarice, trying to gain favour, trying to get noticed, trying to make one's self indispensable.
This family had succeeded. The furniture, the house, and the air circulation system that ran without electricity was proof of that. Sunset, in an analytical mood, shifted the shoe to the other hoof. What good reason would a cold, unfeeling noble house like House Avarice have to give all of this furniture and provide all of this seeming wealth to earth ponies?
The more Sunset thought about it, the more it didn't make sense. The unicorns on the hill would have been far better recipients. The rose marble house would have looked a whole lot better on top of the hill. Why give earth ponies anything at all? Why would House Avarice want to do that? What was there to gain? The corners of Sunset's mouth were tugged downwards into a scowl by her growing sense of unease.
It bothered her that to sort this out, she had to think like a bigot. She had to think of earth ponies as something less than equine. Something almost but not quite a pony. She felt a growing sense of loathing for earth ponies welling up inside of her and then she felt the warm, happy fuzzy feeling radiating from the fetish hanging from her neck.
This place was getting to her. Something here fed on hate. Something here was corrupt and rotten, almost like Canterlot had once been corrupt and rotten. Standing beside the waterfall, Sunset Shimmer looked up, eyeing the many balconies and walkways up above her. A cool breeze wafted past her as the water fell in an endless loop.
What fell, yet stayed where it was?
A waterfall.
Sunset Shimmer pondered riddles--this place was a riddle.
So much magic had been invested into this dwelling, a priceless gift of magic. The air circulation system alone was out of reach by all but the wealthiest of ponies or well practiced enchanters. Intrigued, Sunset decided to have herself a better look.
Horn glowing, Sunset cast one of Bucky's fine tuned enchantments upon her eyes, something that would allow her to see magic. It had threads of divination magic woven into it, it was a powerful spell, and it was obnoxiously difficult to cast. It would give most type threes fits to even attempt it and it was challenging for type fours. It was a spell of mind boggling complexity--
But was worth it. Blinking, Sunset looked around. The entire entryway was thick with magic. It was everywhere. Faint glows surrounded everything. She passed through the doors into the parlour and froze in place at what she saw.
The furniture glowed with fierce light, it was almost blinding, and from each piece of furniture, from the clock, from almost every bit of finery in the room, even the rug, a thin silvery ribbon of magic extended and went to the far wall. The ribbons were moving, vibrating, almost as if they were tied to something. Fascinated, Sunset wondered what she had discovered.
Everything in the room was magically linked to something. It made sense now why the furniture was so well preserved--it had been infused with magic. Sunset wondered what everything was connected to and why.
The why might be quite interesting.
The magical ribbons bobbed as whatever they were connected to moved. Sunset watched and she heard the faint sounds of hooves on the other side of the door. The door opened, revealing Hibiscus, and Sunset could see that every single ribbon of magic in the room connected to her.
As the mare passed through the door, Sunset could see ribbons coming down out of the ceiling, more ribbons passing through other walls, hundreds, if not thousands of ribbons, all of them no doubt extending from items and were connected to the mare. Sunset looked around, feeling alarmed, wondering what strange magic was at work here.
Hibiscus was a puppet being pulled by countless strings, or so it seemed to be. Her love of her finery might be caused by magical compulsion. Sunset Shimmer blinked as Hibiscus approached.
"Good morning," the matron mare said in a low voice. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, thank you," Sunset replied, trying to be polite. She did her best to not reveal anything. As Hibiscus moved about the room, the ribbons remained connected. She watched as Hibiscus sat down upon a fainting couch and got comfortable.
"Perhaps it is for the best if Graham left this place. He was never happy here. I shall miss him, even though all he did was hide himself away and mope." Hibiscus let out a haughty sniff and gestured at the sofa beside her. "Do have a seat. I presume that you came to have a chat?"
"I did." Sunset looked at the sofa and did not want to sit down upon it. What might happen if the ribbons connected themselves to her? Was this the reason she and Bucky had been invited to stay here? The magical ribbons didn't seem to be connected to anypony but Hibiscus, but Sunset was still wary about what other means of compulsion the house might have. It was, after all, cool, airy, and comfortable, just the sort of place a pony would want to stay inside of.
For some reason, Sunset Shimmer was reminded of a venus fly trap.
Standing there, Sunset Shimmer made a decision. It was time to cut the ribbons. Whatever magic was here, it wasn't good. Not at all. Sunset thought that a powerful dispelling of magic should be enough to severe all the magical ties to Hibiscus. Sunset wondered what sort of compulsions Hibiscus might be under, how it might affect her behaviour, and what sort of control it had over her.
There was a brilliant flash from Sunset's horn that illuminated the room, a powerful crackle of magical static, and Sunset Shimmer felt something tugging on her horn. Strange magic... unknown magic. She felt it pushing back, trying to resist, trying to prevent her from undoing it.
Hibiscus sat wide eyed, her stare vacant, she was now unmoving.
Summoning her will, Sunset Shimmer made a powerful mental push and felt the magic around her shatter. The ribbons all tore away, becoming glittering shimmers in the air as they disintegrated. The clock stopped. The faint soft hum of the air circulation system ceased. The house went still.
Hibiscus, sitting wide eyed on the fainting sofa, pitched over and fell down to the floor. She lay unmoving, her eyes vacant, and a puddle of drool began to form around her muzzle. She made no movement save for her own breathing.
Sunset Shimmer felt something pop inside of her ears and then it felt as though some great weight was lifted off of her. She blinked, looked at Hibiscus, and felt afraid for the prone earth pony mare. She moved to Hibiscus' side just as the door to the parlour was opening.
"What have you done?" the maid demanded. "Do you know what you have done?"
Eyes narrowing, Sunset looked up from Hibiscus' fallen body and looked at the maid. The maid's expression was not one of fear, but of fury. For a moment, Sunset feared that the maid would attack her.
But the maid did not attack. Instead, the unicorn pulled something small from a pocket on her pillbox hat, popped it into her mouth, and bit down. Sunset watched in wide eyed horror as the maid began to foam at the mouth, her body convulsing, and then with a heavy thump, the maid fell over, her body thrashing upon the floor as more foam erupted from her mouth.
Sunset Shimmer stood there, slack jawed, not knowing what to do or how to respond.
With a gasp, the maid went still, her bowels and her bladder releasing. It took a moment, but Sunset Shimmer realised that the maid was dead. Sunset shook her head, not believing the strange and tragic turn the morning had taken. She looked down at Hibiscus, who was still breathing, but doing nothing else.
Not knowing what else to do, Sunset Shimmer knew that she needed Bucky. |
The Black Cloak Files | For What Darker Purpose #11 | "This is both brilliant and simple." Bucky sat down and began to examine a small bedside table, touching it with his talons. The bedroom, on the top floor of the house, was just out of range of Sunset Shimmer's dispelling burst, and some of the magic was still intact.
"What do you mean?" Sunset asked.
"The magic is relatively simple," Bucky replied, his eyebrows furrowing, "compulsion spells... which aren't very difficult. They're made stronger by the target of the spell having a strong affinity for the items... Hibiscus loved her house and her stuff. Made it that much easier to manipulate her mind. I wonder what they are hiding."
"How does the maid fit into this?" Sunset sat down beside Bucky and heaved a sigh.
"I would imagine that she did a little spell maintenance. She was under compulsion as well, or so I would guess. Her maid's outfit still had a little magical residue left on it, but not enough to study." Bucky placed his talons on top of the bedside table and stroked the smooth wood. "The enchantment on this table is about sixty years old. I would imagine that a very young Hibiscus grew up among other such enchanted items, loving her finery, and hoping that one day, it would all be hers. Minion, these were shackles that were worn willingly."
"What a horrible thing to say, Master."
"Doesn't make it any less true. Compulsion magic can be resisted by the strong minded. Hibiscus was a pony obsessed by finery, of this there can be no doubt. She loved her appearance of wealth and the trappings of being influential. She stood no chance of resisting them." Bucky shook his head and looked at the bed. "Even the bed is enchanted."
"So... was the Hibiscus we met anything like her real self, or was she entirely a puppet being pulled on by the strings? Was her attitude and the way she was the result of her personality or the compulsion?" Sunset stood up and began to look around the room, feeling bad for the ponies downstairs, who were grieving the loss of their matron.
"There is no way of knowing, Minion." Bucky tapped his claws upon the table. "Something important is being hidden away here, Minion. Nopony would go through this much trouble to keep a secret unless it was something important. Something meaningful. Something that could cause a lot of trouble--"
"For a noble house that no longer exists," Sunset said as she turned to look at Bucky.
"Yes... Hibiscus was just one of their leftover loose ends." Bucky's barrel rose and fell as he heaved a sigh. "A forgotten leftover loose end out in the middle of an alicorn forsaken swamp. How I hate this place."
Sunset Shimmer looked at the mirror on the wall and wondered what enchantments it held. It gave off a faint magical signature. Everything in the room did. The ties were all broken. This wasn't Hibiscus' room, it was just another bar in her prison. The thought made Sunset feel depressed. Hibiscus clearly wanted to provide for her family and give them a good life. Her simple wants and needs had been corrupted and used against her. It was all the more depressing that Hibiscus had probably went under the compulsion with no effort made to resist.
"So what do we do now, Master?" Sunset asked as the fetish around her neck began to pulsate with a gentle, throbbing warmth that held the miserable feeling of depression at bay. She felt a little better in spite of everything.
"We keep looking," Bucky replied, "something took place here. All of these birth defects... I don't think it is a curse. Something happened here though. Something was hidden away here in this wretched place with the hopes that nopony would ever find it... that nopony would ever care enough to look."
"The worst part is, we can't even punish the ponies responsible for this." Sunset let out a frustrated huff and felt the fetish around her neck doing its best to calm her.
"No, but we can save these ponies from their evil machinations." Bucky stood up and adjusted his cloak. "Minion, I want to go out and meet with this Mother Malady that you met. I want to speak with him. Her... them."
"Okay." Sunset nodded. "That seems like a good idea. Maybe she knows more than she is letting on. I mean, I suspect that she knew about this. Maybe there is something we can learn from her."
"I hope so, Minion, I hope so..."
Scowling, Sunset Shimmer stomped through the mud as a feral storm dumped rain down upon her. She had hoped that the rain would be cooling, but the rain was more like a hot shower. The air was soupy, almost unbreathable, and somehow, it felt even more humid.
The stench of ozone hung heavy in the air and distant thunder pealed. As Sunset walked, she could not help but notice that her skin was getting itchy. She began to wonder if even the rain was tainted and she tossed up a shield bubble to keep the rain off of her, and then used a spell to dry herself, but the itchiness persisted.
There was something wrong with this swamp. There was an acrid smell in the air, lurking, hidden within the scent of ozone. The rain smelled foul. Sunset Shimmer suffered in silence as she and Bucky approached Mother Malady's encampment. For some reason, she couldn't see the mysterious zebra giving Bucky straight answers.
Surrounded by swamp dwellers, Sunset watched and waited as more and more ponies gathered around them. They had been friendly towards her, but there were a lot of suspicious glares directed at Bucky. She hoped that the swampfolk were not hostile.
Mother Malady emerged from a shack, Sunset's eyes narrowed, and the strange zebra stallion focused his attention on Bucky, ignoring Sunset completely. Sunset tensed, worried, and couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. As Mother Malady came forward, a pegasus mare shook a gourd filled with something to make it rattle at Bucky.
"And what brings you to my home, Chaos Spirit?" Mother Malady asked as she drew near. "You are not welcome here, Almost Draconequus."
"I have no intention of staying, I just came out for a few answers, which I suspect that you have." Bucky shifted and held out his talons. "And I am not a draconequus. Nopony can quite figure out what I am anymore, but I am not a draconequus."
"You are corruption and chaos," Mother Malady said. "Every bad thing in the world that you have dealt with has left its mark upon you. It has twisted you and left you deformed. You are no longer a pony... do not even pretend."
Sunset started forwards, her mouth opening, about to say something in Bucky's defense, but Bucky held out his talons towards her and made a gesture. Sunset remained silent, feeling irritated and a little angry. How dare Mother Malady say such an awful thing.
"Look, I didn't come here to cause trouble," Bucky said.
"No, but trouble came here long ago to cause you." Mother Malady shook her head and let out a snort.
"No need to be cryptic. The sooner you cut the crap, the sooner I go away and I take all of my chaos and my corruption with me. Give me what I want, and I'll go away." Bucky grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.
"Have you not been twisted enough? Look at you... talons where your left hoof should be. Your neck... your face... those teeth... and is that a goat hoof I see on your right rear leg?" Mother Malady took a step forward and several swamp dwellers let out gasps. "Go home, Twisted One, lest you leave this place even more corrupt than when you came."
"I'm guessing that you know something about this place, Respected Mother--"
"Do not try to flatter me with your sly draconequus tongue, creature of disorder and disharmony." Mother Malady pointed her hoof at Bucky and the gourd shaking pegasus let out a startled cry.
"You do know something... now, look, I don't want to throw my weight around, but I need to know... and if you don't tell me, that's impeding my investigation... which would be very, very bad for you. You don't exactly deal in the cleanest of zebra magics, do you?" Bucky's lips curled up into a smile and a short, raspy cackle escaped his lips. "Had to come out and hide in the swamps to practice your sex magic... heh heh heh..."
For a moment, Sunset Shimmer worried that Mother Malady would attack Bucky. The zebra stallion looked furious and began stomping his hooves on the wooden platform on which they all stood. The rain was coming down in torrents now, the air had grown thicker, and it had to be more than one hundred and ten degrees outside.
"I do not know what it is, but I know where it lurks. It has gained sentience. It feeds upon the ghosts left behind here." Mother Malady's teeth gritted for a moment and her eyes narrowed. "If you go there, it will twist you further. You were made to twist, Corrupted One. You defy everything... you defy the natural order... you resist harmony... look what your defiance has done to you, you unclean spirit of disharmony. What will you take away from this place? You should leave now... this swamp will continue to fester, a forgotten place, a burial ground, a place where secrets go to die."
"It doesn't have to be that way," Bucky said.
"But dealing with it will make you worse." Mother Malady's lips pursed and she gave Bucky a thoughtful look. "You will carry some of this corruption with you out into the world. Ask yourself, is it worth it?"
"I'm here to do my job." Bucky's talons began to tap upon the wooden planks. "Just tell me where to go. Let me save this place--"
"Who saves the world from you?" Mother Malady asked.
Sunset Shimmer let out an impatient snort. "You were very nice to me, but now you are testing my patience." The bright orange unicorn strode forwards and stood by Bucky's side. "We are here to do our jobs. Give us what we want or we shall have to take it by force. Believe me, you don't want Bucky to do that, and he will."
"And what would he take from me, I wonder?" Mother Malady remarked. "What mark of chaos would I leave upon him?"
"ENOUGH!" Sunset bellowed, the force of her words causing ponies to scatter, leaving the zebra the only one standing before her and Bucky. "No more mystical, magical, ooky spooky horseapples!"
"Very well... I will tell you what you want to know. Don't say I didn't warn you." Mother Malady's head and ears both drooped in defeat and she glanced up at Sunset Shimmer. "South from here, there is a sinkhole known as Granther's Maelstrom. The swamp pours down into it. There are a series of caves down below. You will find what you are looking for there." Mother Malady lifted her head a little bit and she gave Sunset a pleading look. "Don't go there... for your sake. I do not know what it might do to you"--The zebra pointed at Bucky--"but he should be fine. He is made of poison and disease. He has become everything he battles against. He has peered into the abyss for far too long and now the denizens of the abyss shy away in terror, unable to meet his eye."
"So much flattery." Bucky rolled his eyes and his talons continued to tap upon the wood in an idle manner. "You sex magic types really know how to work the shaft. And no gag reflex to speak of. Amazing."
Eyes narrowing, Mother Malady glared at Bucky, giving him a hateful stare. "My magic is just misunderstood... I do good in the world. I have long protected this place from being overwhelmed by negative emotions and utterly crushed by the bleak darkness that lurks below. Long have I battled with what resides in Granther's Maelstrom. Do not presume to judge me, draconequus spawn. All you do is leave behind mindless rampant destruction and devastation."
"Spare me your platitudes." Bucky made a dismissive gesture with his talons, snorted, and then turned to look at Sunset. "Minion, maybe you should listen to the sex magic crackpot here. I don't know if you should go with me when I go to find this place."
"Bucky, my place is by your side, for good or for ill." Sunset turned her fiery gaze upon Mother Malady. "We thank you for your cooperation. Do not make us come back here and investigate this place. I do not think Master likes you."
"I intend to leave," Mother Malady replied. "When the dweller in the dark is gone, I see no reason for me to stay in this place."
Sunset glanced at Bucky, wondering what was going on, and hoping that he would explain more about everything that had just taken place. She had no knowledge of zebra sex magic and she began to wonder what had gone into the making of the fetish hanging around her neck. She wondered what went on here in this settlement out in the swamp.
She watched as Mother Malady turned and walked away, and then she heard Bucky sigh. It was time go and Sunset wondered what awaited them at Granther's Maelstrom, wherever that was. |
The Black Cloak Files | For What Darker Purpose #12 | Preparing herself, Sunset Shimmer wondered what they would face in Granther's Maelstrom. Some powerful malignant force, a shadow of some sort, something that Mother Malady had been doing battle with for quite some time, trying to restore some positive energy in a place that was a vortex for negative energy.
She knew that Bucky knew something, she suspected that he knew far more than he let on, but so far, he was remaining tight lipped, something she appreciated. She wanted to unravel this herself--she wanted to figure this out on her own, she wanted to learn from this. Because one day, Bucky would no longer be here and this would be a job she would do on her own.
They had been through so much together... so many adventures. So many foes defeated... some with words, some with magic, some through kindness, and others through brute force. She was proud of their many accomplishments. Their many successes in the past held promise that they would be successful here as well.
As a team, there wasn't anything that they couldn't accomplish together. Bucky had been hooves off for most of this trip, letting Sunset deal with everything, and she knew that she was being tested, not just by Bucky, but by Twilight and Princess Celestia as well. This would reflect upon her status as a paladin.
"Are the Shadowbolts coming with us?" Sunset asked in a low voice as both she and Bucky stood on the outskirts of the town of Granther's Polder. She was sweating, soaked, and her fatigued muscles twitched from worry.
The temperature had soared, reaching a point that Sunset had thought impossible. It was about one hundred and nineteen degrees with one hundred percent humidity. It was also raining, a slow, steady drizzle, making it almost impossible to breathe. The swamp had become a slow cooker. Thinking a very paranoid thought, Sunset felt that it was almost like something was anticipating their visit and had cranked up the heat to exhaust them.
"No, but they can be called in if needed. If we are going to fight with something that uses mind control, I'd rather not be fighting my own Shadowbolts." Bucky turned and looked at Sunset. "They are strong in battle, but I think we are fighting a psychic enemy."
Sunset nodded and thought about her experience with the alicorn amulet. She had proven that she had a will of iron, destroying said amulet and saving Bucky's life. She thought about the amulet's many tricks as it had tried to worm its way into her mind.
"Master, this course of action seems wise." Sunset, soaked, wondered why she had even bothered with the rain shield to keep the droplets off. The air was almost a liquid in its current state. "Do you expect tentacles? Liches? Eldritch beings? A trapped demon, perhaps? Perhaps something like the sewer lurkers in Baltimare?"
"Technically, I suspect that I've become something of an Eldritch horror myself." Bucky let out a long sigh and shook his head, sounding tired. "I don't know what to expect. I feel a presence here that I haven't felt in a long time... not since the first of my many body changing transmogrifications and alterations."
Sunset felt her barrel tighten. "The Shetland Isles? The crystal lich?"
"Very astute, Minion," Bucky replied in a low, almost whispery voice that tended to make ponies shiver when they heard it. "Something is feeding off of all of this. I'm feeding off of it too... it is having a profound effect upon me. I'll need to leave this place and soon. Mother Malady was correct about a few things."
Tilting her head, Sunset pondered Bucky's nature, not quite knowing what to make of him. He had been exposed to strange magics, been altered, had been exposed to the Warp for over four minutes and had come out of it to tell quite a tale. He had been assaulted with necromancy on numerous occasions--death spells, curses, hexes, all manner of terrible things and was building up a resistance to it, perhaps the only creature alive with an inherent, natural resistance to necromantic magics. Bucky could no longer be called a pony, but he was still Bucky, her Master, her teacher, and her friend. She began to fear what this place might do to him.
"Master, whatever is feeding off of this has been doing so for years." Sunset swallowed, her mouth now feeling dry, and her tongue felt like a dehydrated apricot. "If this is the case, why hasn't it escaped the sinkhole?"
"Good question... maybe it can't... yet." Bucky turned to look at Sunset and his eyes narrowed. "Maybe it needs a body. Maybe it's too big. Or maybe, it's like the crystal lich and exists as a chrysalis, waiting for the time when it can transform and ascend."
Even with the moist heat, Sunset shivered and felt her blood go cold. Something icy crept up her spine, starting from her dock and leaving behind a lingering chill that made her muscles tense and caused a spike of nausea to slither through her guts.
"Defenses up, Minion. I'd rather not have you getting sick... or becoming twisted like me. Are you prepared to go?" The only thing visible under Bucky's hood was his muzzle, and it was contorted into a scowl.
"I am ready," Sunset replied, not feeling ready at all, the cold chills and the nausea made her feel weak, small, like a foal afraid of the dark or whatever might lurk beneath the bed or in the closet. She lifted up her head, searched her heart, and thought of Princess Celestia. "I am the Flame, Chosen of the Keeper of the Celestial Mechanics. I bring with me truth and light. I am the Keeper of the Unfailing Flame and my flame will not falter..."
The sinkhole looked like any other patch of swamp. A bowl shaped depression in the land filled with water, muck, and plants. In the middle of the pool of fetid water, there was a maelstrom, a swirling eddy of water as the swamp drained down into the underground cavern below. Sunset reasoned that the opening couldn't be very big, but had no doubt grown larger with time as the ground eroded. No doubt, one day, it would crumble open and the underground cavern below would be exposed. Water trickled in from all sides as this seemed to be a low point in the swamp, a natural drain.
No doubt, there were limestone caverns down below that were slowly dissolving as the water trickled down, and Sunset had no idea where the water went after it went underground. Probably down into some tremendous aquifer or something.
Looking up, Sunset studied the clouds and noticed that they moved in a strange, unnatural pattern overhead. There was strong magic here and it affected the weather. The clouds were blowing westwards, having come in off of the ocean no doubt, but over the sinkhole, the clouds roiled and swirled, mirroring the mucky maelstrom down below. The trees here had been struck by lightning many times, most of them were split, burnt, half dead, or all dead and rotting away.
Now that they knew where to look, it was obvious that something was going on here. The air was heavy and there was an astonishing lack of bloodthirsty insects. There were no birds here. Nothing swam in the water. There was nothing here. Even the monsters of the swamp avoided this place... never a good sign.
"My first real foe," Bucky said as he stood atop a rock that rose up out of the muck. "The crystal lich of the Shetland Isles. He was using the shadow wolves to harvest misery and fear from the ponies of the isles, feeding off of it, and making himself stronger. He sought to ascend. Had he been successful, he would have been a real threat to the Royal Pony Sisters and to the major world powers. Princess Celestia and Luna might have had to physically drag him to Tartarus and bind him for the sake of the world, and that would have been disastrous."
"How so?" Sunset asked.
"For the same reason Luna becoming Nightmare Moon was so disastrous," Bucky replied.
"Oh." Sunset paused and gave thought to Bucky's words. "The world would have seen alicorns at their full power... there would have been rampant devastation and destruction. With populations being what they are, a lot of ponies and other creatures might have died. Princess Celestia would likely have to sacrifice millions to save future generations. Civilisation as we know it might have had to start over and then the world would follow Celestia out of fear rather than trust and goodwill."
"Exactly." Bucky turned and his eyes narrowed as he studied his student.
Grinning, Sunset could not help but feel a little proud of herself. Not too proud... when pride cometh, so does the fall, but she was starting to understand the bigger picture. She could see what the major players of the world saw. Those in power. She did not envy the complexity of their responsibilities.
"The crystal lich made a mistake though," Bucky said, continuing to speak his thoughts out loud. "He failed to take me as a serious threat. I made mistakes too. I took him as too much of a threat. I over prepared and overplanned. Our battle was rather anticlimactic after all of the build up." Sighing, he stared out at the maelstrom and listened to the sound of the water being sucked down into whatever was below.
Sunset, standing on a log, gazed upon the maelstrom and watched as it swirled. It reminded her of a toilet. The swamp was a giant toilet bowl and this was the place where everything got flushed down. Down below, something lurked. That something was a turd.
Unable to help herself, Sunset Shimmer began to giggle and she felt her spirits rise, some of the fear, doubt, and uncertainty fading away. She saw Bucky looking at her, at least, he appeared to be, his head was turned in her direction.
"I just thought of something funny, I'm sorry, pay me no attention," Sunset said, apologising. "Do go on, if you must."
"It is good to hear you laugh, Sunset. After all we've been through together, you've kept something of yourself that I've lost." Bucky sighed and let out a sardonic, bitter chuckle. "You shouldn't follow me down into this hole. I have a bad feeling about this."
"Bucky, for shame!" Sunset stomped upon the log she was standing on. "You still haven't learned, have you?"
"I will never stop trying to keep you out of danger." Bucky rose up into the air, his cloak billowing around him, he hovered, borne on shadows, and drifted over the murky, filthy water. "Come, let us do what must be done. I suspect that something is expecting us."
Sunset materialised in the cavern, making a semi-blind teleport, following Bucky in after he had drifted down through the opening as shadow. She stood on slippery, slimey stone and all around her was debris. Branches, garbage, bones, everything in the swamp water got washed down here.
She was surrounded in all manner of spell protections, but she was already beginning to feel rather poor. There was something here... something awful. Her horn flared and the cavern filled with light. All around her were barrels, alchemical barrels, some of them had rotted open and had spilled out goop. Strange glowing fungal growths lined the walls. Strange creatures crawled and slithered around in the sludge. The cavern was as hot as an oven, the heat brought about by decay, like a compost heap, but far, far worse.
This place was a dumping ground for alchemical waste, poisoning everything around it, including Granther's Polder. Sunset felt a wave of sickness, her spells were not enough to protect her and she knew that continued exposure would have dire consequences. Bucky had no spell protections up at all, and seemed to be just fine. For a moment, she both hated and envied him.
Looking around, Sunset tried to spot anything that might seem out of place, wondering what sort of creature was lurking down here that could be so dangerous. The cavern was rather large with an uneven floor, most of which was submerged as the swamp trickled in from the ceiling. Barrels formed enormous piles, some of which had been stacked, but it seems that somepony gave up and just began to teleport them down here willy-nilly.
And then, Sunset noticed it. A barred gate. She winked, teleporting from the spot she stood over to the ledge in front of the gate. The bars were rusty, crumbling, covered in moisture and slime. She felt Bucky materialise beside her as she reached out and touched the gate.
The gate crumbled completely at her touch the pieces fell down, striking the ledge, many of them bouncing off and falling down into the toxic sludge below. Sunset felt a wet sensation in her nose, and, going cross eyed, she looked down and saw blood trickling from her nostril.
This was bad...
Undeterred, she pressed onwards, stepping into the tunnel beyond the gate. Right away, she felt something on the edge of her awareness, something pressing into her mind. Some malevolent force tried creeping into her consciousness and it grew stronger as she walked down the tunnel, the blood dripping from her nose splashing down upon the stone below her hooves.
Bucky was drifting along beside her and she could not tell if he was drifting along half in and half out of shadow or if he was simply defying gravity again... because he could. Exposure to the Warp had changed him profoundly.
Ahead, a heavy iron door blocked the way. It hadn't rusted, it was dark, grey, and imposing. Sunset suspected that it was enchanted, but however good the enchantment's might be, Sunset knew that the door would open one way or another. If worst came to worst, they would just go through the stone around the door, or Bucky would transmute the iron into something else.
Like chocolate pudding.
Scowling, Sunset Shimmer slammed the door with a powerful dispel spell, the very sort of spell that revealed the spider's web that was Hibiscus' house. She felt a crackle all around her and using her telekinesis, she pushed the door open.
It creaked, the hinges needing oiling, but the door did open. Much to Sunset's surprise, there was light on the other side. Something was in here. Lighted sunstones studded the walls, weak sunstones, sunstones not made very well. They flickered and fizzled, catching some of Sunset's dispelling spell.
The room was dry, dusty, and the skeletons of several ponies were visible, all unicorns. Sunset examined them, the bones were old, a bit crumbly, and dusty. A decaying hat lay on the floor near one of the skeletons, a floppy conical wizard's hat. A crystal orb lay on the floor and the light inside of it flickered and pulsed.
In the corner at the far end of the room, there was a table piled high with books, an alchemist's basin, and a wooden crate. On the side of the crate was the symbol of House Avarice and the sigil of House Bitters, a hoof firmly planted upon the head of a prone pony and the words "Continendi Omnia" below it.
Sunset began to feel a little better, not quite as sick, this room seemed somehow protected from the noxious waste in the cavern, but she could also feel something pressing in on her mind. She sniffled, her bloody nose beginning to scab over and slow.
There was another door at the end of the room and Sunset watched as Bucky made his way to it, hovering over the bones on the floor. The door was wooden, bound with brass, and decorated.
Bucky stopped at the door and did not go through. He stood there, unmoving, his head bent in concentration. Sunset moved over to the table and began to look around. The books were in good condition with no signs of rot and they gave off a faint magical signature. Examining the spines, Sunset saw that they were books that dabbled in dark magic. Binding magic, soul entrapment, dark enchantments, and there were even a few books that specifically dealt with necromancy.
"Whatever lies beyond this door knows that we are here," Bucky said in a low whisper. "It waits for us, wanting to be free. I can hear it in my mind, promising me power and rulership. I don't know what it is, but I don't like it."
As Bucky spoke, Sunset began to hear it as well and right away, she knew that whatever it was was trying to divide them, separate them, make them bicker and squabble. It was strong, powerful, and Sunset thought about the alicorn amulet, another artifact of darkness that had tried to dominate her.
She grinned and felt confident that she could resist.
Sunset continued to look over the table, her eyes studying every item she saw. The wooden crate was empty, there was nothing inside of the box, not even cobwebs. On the table, she saw a scrap of yellowed paper and picked it up.
After clearing her throat, she read aloud, "Necromentia Rex Mortis Libris."
She set the paper down and looked at Bucky. "That doesn't quite make sense to me."
"I find the choice of words rather unsettling, myself," Bucky replied.
Sunset noticed that Bucky had his talons upon the door and she gave a nod. She was ready. Her lungs burned a bit, she had a headache, and her nose still had a slight trickle, but she was ready. She began to summon more spell protections and watched as Bucky opened the door.
Beyond the door was a chamber. The floor was covered in strange symbols, sigils, and runes. In the middle of the room was a pedestal, and upon the pedestal, there was a book. Something about the book was the most horrible thing that Sunset had ever looked at, but she couldn't say why. Just looking at it made her feel crazy and random thoughts of killing Bucky filled her mind.
She shoved them out and trusted that Bucky was doing the same. The disturbing book appeared to be made out of flesh and there was the unsettling notion that the book was somehow breathing. Looking at it, Sunset was certain that the book was moving somehow, even though it never left its spot upon the pedestal.
"A book?" Sunset shook her head. "A book was threatening the town?"
"A book," Bucky replied, "but so much more."
Sunset ignored the psychic scramble in her head, the promises of power, of rule, the promise to subjugate all ponies beneath her, the promise to have an army of the dead to do her bidding. She focused instead upon Bucky, who appeared to be studying the runes on the floor.
"We should just burn it and be done with it--"
"No Minion!" Bucky raised his talons and made a frantic waving gesture.
"But I--"
"Minion, no... if you burn this book, if we try to destroy it, it will release all it contains. It will likely destroy us and the rampaging spirits gathered within the book would be loosed upon the world."
"Okay..." Sunset eyed the book, not liking it at all, and feeling a strong compulsion to set it on fire. Already, it was changing tactics, trying to entice her into doing something, anything. Sunset couldn't shake the feeling that the book was breathing and laying on the pedestal, it appeared larger somehow.
"This is a project left unattended to." Bucky pointed down at the floor at the many markings. "This book was to absorb the misery of Granther's Polder. The alchemical waste being dumped here made this an ideal spot. I don't understand everything I'm looking at, but the book draws in misery and suffering to generate power and magic... both of which will assist the reader."
"So we've found a weapon that House Avarice and House Bitters was preparing for their eventual, inevitable conquest of everything," Sunset said as she fought the urge to set the book on fire and ignored the thoughts of killing Bucky.
"The book sat for so long that it has become sentient, just as Mother Malady has said." Bucky pulled back his hood and began to examine the tome sitting upon the pedestal. "Both a book and a focusing device... how devious and ingenious."
"Well, we can't just leave it here, Master. We need to dispose of it somehow." Sunset backed away from the book, not liking the thoughts now filling her head. The urge to do something was getting stronger and harder to resist. She watched as Bucky's talons raised and drew closer to the book. She was filled with an indescribable rage... she wanted the book to be hers.
"Minion, be a good girl and don't do anything stupid." Bucky's voice was a cold, flat monotone, had no emotion, no warmth, and held no trace of love or affection. "Don't make me put you down."
Hearing Bucky's voice, devoid of emotion or feeling, shocked Sunset out of her rage. She blinked, shook her head, which sent spatters of blood across the floor, and focused her will. She gave a forceful shove and sent the suggestions in her mind flying, evicting them.
Her head cleared a little, but she could still hear suggestions being whispered in her ears. Sunset snarled at the book, realising just how dangerous it was, and any other pony exposed to it would be swallowed up and consumed right away.
"For what darker purpose was this book created?" Sunset asked. She shook her head, confused, in pain, and a bit ashamed of herself for allowing the book to provoke a reaction out of her. "It was never just about conquest, was it? I mean, it wasn't enough just to rule Equestria, or even the world... this goes beyond the pale."
"House Bitters, High House of Avarice, rulers of all they survey, with the rest of the world as slaves. Not subjects, not citizens, but slaves. The entire world crushed beneath the weight of their hoof. I heard it growing up. It was owed to us. We had the blood of the old regents... the old kings. We were the ponies that had once raised and lowered the sun. The world was owed to us and there were ponies in House Bitters obsessed with a return to our proper status. I was a colt... I never took it seriously. I was too involved in my studies and too wrapped up in myself."
"And the other Houses within Avarice all hoping for the same." Sunset stared at the book, hating it, hating what it represented. She had come here expecting a fight. Perhaps some demon, or some lich. Maybe even something with tentacles. All she and Bucky had found was a book. "So what do we do?"
Bucky's talons lingered on the cover of the book, one twitched, and the flesh bound tome was sliced open. Much to Sunset Shimmer's shock, the book began bleeding... at least, she thought it was blood. Green goo dribbled out of the sliced open cover and as Sunset watched, the wound began healing, sealing itself shut.
"This is no longer just a book. It has become something else, something we dare not destroy. It would be like popping a boil, but what is inside cannot be released." Bucky pulled his talons away from the book and looked at Sunset. "There is only one thing that we can do."
"And that is?" Sunset wiped her nose with her foreleg, staining her fetlock with blood.
"I take the book to Tartarus and we secure it in the place where bad books go." Bucky's eyebrows raised and glanced at the book.
Sunset could feel it too... panic. She wondered what Bucky was hearing in his ears, what he was feeling... she wondered what this was doing to him and what the long term consequences might be for the both of them.
"Make no mistake, Minion, this is a bad book. Princess Celestia has a library in Tartarus full of bad books that cannot be destroyed for whatever reason." Bucky turned and faced the book once more. "You and I have quite a trip ahead of us."
"Bucky, be careful... I doubt it will go willingly. Are we going to take it with us?" Sunset asked. She watched as Bucky's eyes closed and she could hear him breathing. His eyes opened and she saw black fire ignite along his horn. Dreadful Taint mist leaked from his left eye. Sunset felt her skin crawl--she loathed dark magic.
Extending his talons, Bucky clawed the air with one swift swipe, and doing so, he tore open a rift in reality. The scent of sulfur filled the room and distant screams could be heard. Sunset felt her blood run cold. She began to wonder if Bucky had grown too powerful and she worried if he could be trusted with the book.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she shook her head and shoved those thoughts out of her mind. She ground her teeth and when her eyes opened, Bucky was holding the book in his talons, his claws biting cruelly into the flesh and drawing more green blood. Sunset realised that Bucky was firmly in control and for a moment, she felt a brief flash of pity for the book. Bucky was cold and merciless... the book would find no sympathy, no respite, and she knew that Bucky could be trusted with the terrible artifact.
The whispers in her ears went silent as did the pressure pushing in on her head.
"Minion, flee this place. Teleport out. Get to safety. Go back to town and say nothing about what lurks down here in the depths. Get in touch with Twilight Sparkle and tell her that this place needs a purge... this place needs her harmonic magic to remove the taint. Also send word that this town needs to be evacuated... everypony needs to be moved. Make it happen. Let Twilight know about the alchemical waste."
"Yes, of course, Master." Sunset bowed her head and her ears twitched. She was certain that she had just heard a faint squeal of pain coming from the book gripped in Bucky's talons. She started to say something else, but Bucky stepped through the glowing rift and was gone, the rift closing up behind him with a crackle-pop.
After giving one final glance around the now empty room, Sunset Shimmer prepared to leave, still wondering, still questioning, still asking herself, For what darker purpose... |
Ponyville Zero | pre | The two friends continued to talk, while Mercer let his mind wander to more important matters. Partly having to do with his continued planning of dealing with the rainbow haired mare sitting three feet away from him, but mostly about the nosy zebra that he still had to hunt down and kill. Rainbow Dash could wait since she didn't actually know anything about her impending doom; but Zecora had caught wind of his decision to kill her, evident by the discovery of her hut left abandoned when he went for a visit in the Everfree forest. She was using some kind of herbal mixture that messed up his sense of smell to cover her tracks, and the more he sniffed around for her the more it screwed him up.
In the meantime he had to keep up the Berry Punch ruse since no one knew she was dead yet, and that meant acting like she was still hard at work as usual while he searched for leads on where she could have gone. So far he had found only dead ends, but he wouldn't be deterred. That zebra couldn't hide forever.
The sound of a baby crying interrupted his thoughts, his attention turning to one of the foals lying on the blanket. She was awake, and apparently not happy about it.
Pinkie walked over and picked the foal up, slowly rocking her in her hooves and trying to get her back to sleep. "Sshh, Pumpkin Cake, please don't wake your brother up!" She whispered loudly, the sound only making the baby more upset. "Just go back to sleep, there there." Her soothing voice didn't help much. "Do you want a bottle?" Pinkie offered the now screaming foal a bottle of milk, which she refused. Pinkie began to panic, obviously not very experienced with dealing with babies. She began crying too when her next offering of a stuffed animal didn't manage to calm the baby down either.
Mercer rolled his eyes. "She needs to be changed." Pinkie stopped crying, looking first at him and then the baby, lifting her up so her diaper was near her nose and taking in a long whiff. She recoiled immediately.
"Blegh! You are stinky!" She laid the baby down and reached for the extra diapers, beginning the unpopular task of changing the foal. When she was done, she tossed the dirty diaper in a waste basket nearby and laid the foal back down, smiling when she closed her eyes contentedly and went back to sleep. She turned back to Mercer, surprise written on her face. "Wow, how did you know that was what was wrong with her?"
"I used to babysit a lot when I was younger." He said simply.
Rainbow Dash looked at him curiously. "Did you run a day care or something?"
"No, I just babysat a lot. End of story."
"Did you have a little sister?" When Mercer didn't respond Rainbow got the message. "Oh...I see."
"I don't! Did you have a little sister or not?" Pinkie Pie chirped in.
Rainbow Dash waved her hooves to try to stop her friend from saying anything else. "Pinkie, I don't think he wants to talk about it-"
"But I wanna know! Who was your sister, Mercer?"
"Pinkie he doesn't-"
"Was her name Dana?"
Mercer stiffened, his eyes going wide. "...What did you just say?"
"Well, the other day when we were walking to go visit Rainbow Dash you said 'Dana' all sad like you were remembering something. Who's Dana?"
Rainbow Dash had quit trying to stop her at that point, awkwardly watching as her oblivious friend dug herself deeper into a hole. Mercer felt himself growing angry, trying to just ignore her and utterly failing. "...Pinkie, I'm warning you now, drop it."
She seemed confused. "Did I do something wrong? I was just asking if your sister's name was-"
Rainbow Dash placed a hoof on her shoulder. "Pinkie, that's enough."
Mercer was trying his hardest to push down his memories of Dana, but was finding it hard to since he was also trying his hardest not to rip Pinkie Pie in half. "She's no one. Now just forget it."
"But-"
"Forget it!"
Pinkie gave him a sympathetic look, ignoring Mercer's advice to drop it and asking "Is Dana the reason why you're always so sad?"
He glared at the pink pony, suddenly seeing nothing but red. His efforts to contain his anger failed as he exploded in a rage. "Don't you ever say that name to me again!" He shouted at her. "You have no right to speak of her! I don't care how helpful you think you're being, stay out of my business!" He quickly stood to his feet. "Quit trying to help me! I don't need your sympathy and I sure as hell don't need your friendship!" He stormed away, unaware of the sad look that had come over Pinkie's face or the tears starting to form in her eyes.
He had fumed the whole way through town, so angry he didn't even realize where his feet were taking him until he found himself coming around the corner to the street Berry Punch's shop was. He kept heading down the road, watching the door of her shop, wishing he could just level it and pretend like Berry died in a horrible accident. He sighed, continuing on his way.
'Calm down, Mercer. She's not worth it,' He told himself, taking deep, slow breaths to calm his nerves. It wasn't working; he found himself just getting angrier. He stopped in the middle of the street and hung his head, grudgingly letting the memories of his sister flood his mind. He had always promised to protect her, but in the end, he had left. He had gotten an offer from Gentek to work for them when he was 23, and moved to New York in a heartbeat. He didn't even think about his sister; about leaving her behind. He hadn't even known that she had moved there to find him five years later until after the first outbreak.
He shook his head. It didn't matter anymore. For all Dana knew, Mercer was dead, consumed by Heller. She had no way of knowing he was actually here in Equestria, being followed and tormented by the locals and the memories of her that refused to let him go. He sighed again. Perhaps it wasn't Pinkie he was mad at; maybe he was just now realizing how much he hated himself.
He started walking to the door of the shop again, the feeling of calm slowly washing the anger out of his mind, improving his mood considerably. As he reached the door, he placed a hoof on it and gave it a shove. It didn't budge. He pushed a little harder, thinking it was just stuck. It still refused to move. He narrowed his eyes, bringing his hoof back and giving the stubborn door a powerful kick that knocked it off its hinges, sending it flying into the shop with an amazing amount of force. He smiled. He may have to fix it now, but at least it helped him blow off some of that anger.
He entered the shop, immediately shifting his form so that he looked like Berry Punch. He walked to the desk near the back and started pulling out random papers and placing them in folders and cubby holes, giving it that "hard at work" feel in case anyone decided to stop by. He wandered around the shop, placing things in random orders and adjusting jars of jam so it looked like she had been working all day. As he got to the back he felt a tickle climbing up his throat; a familiar feeling that he couldn't place. He began coughing, quietly at first but it slowly got worse and worse. Pain erupted all the way up his esophagus, causing him to grab his throat as he continued to cough.
He backed up and harshly and slammed into a shelf, falling over with it and sending broken glass and homemade jelly spreading out across the floor. As he forced himself to his feet again, he tried to think of what could possibly be happening to him. The only time he'd become this crippled from something was when he'd breathed in-
"Bloodtox." He realized with a start. Someone had filled the air inside the entire shop with a form of it he wasn't immune to. He turned and sprinted for the doorway, knowing if he just got out of it quickly the effects would go away. He launched himself out of the poisonous shop and into the fresh air outside, rolling on the ground a few times before coming to a stop. He coughed a few more times, the pain caused by the Bloodtox already beginning to subside. He rolled over and tried picking himself up off the ground, finding his strength returning to him slowly.
"Had you not stopped to take a nap, you would have noticed the signs of my trap." Mercer froze, recognizing that voice and way of speaking immediately. "Now that I have discovered your weakness, it is time to rid the world of your sickness." Mercer looked up just in time to see Zecora throw a bucket of light blue powder on him. Instantly his entire body was wracked in agony, the simple touch of the powder burning like a brand. He clenched his teeth, attempting to stand but finding that his strength had left him completely. "Let your suffering end, just take a deep breath; it will all be over upon your death."
"You bitch!" He managed to growl out. She watched him for a moment longer before striding past his prone form and heading down the road. "Where do you think you're going? Come back here you-" Another wave of pain cut him off, his vision darkening as he watched the retreating form of the zebra round the corner at the end of the street. |
Ponyville Zero | Just like Gentek. Only with ponies. | "I want it on the slab; I need to know what makes it tick."
―Dr. McMullen
Mercer found himself standing in front of a wooden door. He was confused, unable to determine why or how he'd gotten here, or even where he'd been before. His mind was fuzzy, and his thoughts were sluggish like they were floating in honey. He looked around, trying to piece together the familiarity of this location from the jumbled mess of his mind. He was standing on the porch of a small wooden cabin, tall pines surrounding the clearing it was centered in. A breeze blew past him, bringing with it the distinct smell of pine needles and tree sap. It was like a dream; a realistic, very believable dream.
After a moment he realized just what was so familiar about where he was; it was the cabin he'd rented from Flint at the end of his soul search around the world. He brought a hand up to the wood of the door frame, sliding his fingers down the smooth surface. As he stared at his fingers he couldn't help but feel like something was off about his hand. He looked down at his body, seeing that he was wearing a red turtle neck and black pants. Not at all part of his usual attire.
It came to him finally. This was right after he'd confronted Flint about his past. And if that was correct, then he had a feeling he wouldn't be alone once he entered this cabin.
Mercer placed his hand on the doorknob, twisting his wrist and slowly pushing open the door. The inside was decorated with few furnishings. A bed lay on one side of the small cabin, a table with drawers next to it. A dresser stood on the opposite side, just underneath a picture of a black and white photo of some large log house. A plain desk was situated across the room from the doorway, upon which sat the very thing he was now staring unblinking at.
"Autumn..." Upon hearing her name, she turned her head to look at him, mild surprise lighting up her face. He remembered this. All of this. He remembered arriving here, looking for a place to stay. He'd taken on the persona of a former drug dealer he'd killed and stolen money from. He remembered being taken in by Flint and his daughter Autumn, with whom he had actually developed feelings for. After discovering Flint was being extorted for his lumber mill, Mercer had decided to go confront the man responsible, only to discover upon consuming the man that Flint used to work for him, running his own little extortion business. When Mercer had learned that, he'd killed Flint for lying to him. Then he had headed back to his cabin and found Autumn waiting for him.
"Oh, hello Jack. It's nice to see you here."
This was impossible. How could he be back here? He wasn't supposed to be. The last he remembered he was...
He couldn't remember. His mind was still fuzzy, he couldn't think straight. He began going through the motions, reciting his part of the last conversation he'd had with Autumn. He asked her to come with him, trying to convince her to leave her father behind and join him. As he spoke, he slowly made his way over to one of the corners of the room, where a loose floorboard was just visible apart from the surrounding ones. He flipped it over only to discover the box underneath where he'd hidden the money from the drug dealers was empty. He looked at the red head, confusion and hurt written on his face. Suddenly she pulled a gun on him, aiming it at his head and firing before he could react.
She began laughing. "You idiot. My daddy taught me better than that. I don't care about you. I never did. I only care about myself. I don't need anyone." Just like before, Mercer felt the disappointment and anger he'd felt towards humanity bubble up from inside himself. He stood up, much to her horror, the hole in his face regenerating back to normal. In one step he was in front of her, and in one second he had killed and consumed her.
This was the event that had made up his mind about humanity; the last piece of proof he needed to kick start his campaign against New York Zero. But why was he being shown this memory? Was this some kind of subconscious attempt to teach him a lesson? Mercer couldn't figure it out.
"Hello? Are you there? If you can hear me, just try to open your eyes."
A voice rang out, one that seemed to come from everywhere, but he couldn't see who was talking. "Berry, can you hear me?" Suddenly Mercer was no longer in the cabin; rather he was floating in a sea of black, the memory already fading fast. A form appeared in front of him, foreign yet somehow vaguely familiar. It looked like a...horse? No, it was too small. What were small horses called again? Ponies. Small horses were called-
Just like that he remembered where he'd been before this. Waking up in the forest, no arms and near death. Almost being eaten by a monstrous beast. Walking to the crest of a hill and seeing that town...
He felt himself being pulled downwards, the darkness rushing past as a bright light somewhere below quickly came up to meet him.
Mercer sat up quickly, eyes wide and fully alert. He gasped for air, not for the oxygen but simply out of habit from when he was a human. He ran a hoof through his mane, the images of the memory he'd just relived still flashing behind his eyes. He looked around the room, only then realizing he wasn't alone. Standing next to the bed where he lay was a concerned looking Twilight Sparkle, her eyes focused on him intently.
"Thank Celestia your awake! I wasn't sure you were gonna wake up!" She pressed a hoof to his forehead. "You're still pretty hot. Spike, go get some more towels!" She shouted to a small purple dragon wearing a nurse's cap behind her. He ran out of the room after giving a salute. Twilight turned her attention back on him. "What happened to you, Berry?"
"Berry?" Mercer looked down at himself, realizing he was still disguised as Berry Punch. That's right; he never got the chance to change back before Zecora tried to kill him. "...Uh, how long was I out?" He asked, making sure to mimic Berry's voice as he spoke.
"About twenty minutes. I found you lying on the ground next to a pile of blue powder. I didn't know what had happened so I brought you back here to my house and called for nurse Redheart to come and take a look." She gestured to a bucket on the bedside table. "I scooped up the powder and brought it with me. I figured you might be able to tell me what it is. It doesn't look like anything that I've ever seen."
Mercer recoiled slightly from the deadly powder, remembering all too well what it could do. "...It's...uh...it's a...new ingredient I've been trying out."
Twilight tilted her head. "What is it called?"
Mercer hesitated. "...It's not really...called anything at the moment. I'm still trying to figure out a name for it." It wasn't necessarily a lie. He had no idea what it was. Yet. "What does it matter, anyway?"
"Well, I was just curious. You were lying next to it; I thought you might have had some kind of allergic reaction."
Mercer nodded. "That's what I was starting to think." He eyed the bucket warily. "Do you have any idea what could be in it?"
Twilight brought a hoof to her chin. "I'm not sure...it doesn't seem to be any kind of toxic material. Although from its texture and consistency I would wager it's made from some sort of plant or herb. Perhaps a chemical in the leaves that you were allergic to got mixed in. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to use it as an ingredient; someone else could have the same allergy. And if they were to eat the jam made from this," She gestured to the powder. "Then they might not end up as lucky as you."
He suppressed a laugh. Lucky? What's luck got to do about pulling yourself out of a pile of Bloodtox and shaking it off like a dog before passing out in the dirt? That wasn't luck; that was sheer force of will. "So, do you have any way of finding out what it's made of?"
Twilight nodded slowly. "Well...yes, but I think a better question would be 'Where did you get this stuff?' It doesn't look like anything you could get easily here in Ponyville."
Mercer started to come up with an excuse, but stopped himself. If Zecora was gracious enough to give him this "special ingredient", then who was he to deny her recognition for such a good deed?
He smiled politely. "Zecora gave it to me. She said she 'made it special' just for me."
The look of shock that came over the librarians face was just what he was hoping for. "...Zecora made it for you?" She scrunched her face in thought. "...I would think she was smarter than to mix herbs that could be dangerous to ponies..." She paused. "...I-I'm sure she didn't mean to. It was probably just a mistake." She looked uncertain of her own words.
Mercer hid his satisfaction. It seems sowing seeds of distrust was easier when the one in question was a recluse who spent most of her time in a forest.
"...Anyway, I would like to see what she used in this powder. I might need help though. Do you know anyone that might be interested? Spike won't help me anymore after I tried to see if I could replicate a star in my lab and caused a minor explosion that turned his scales black for a few hours. "
"It wasn't for a few hours, it was a few days! I took hundreds of baths before I finally washed it all out!" They turned to see that the dragon in question had returned with the wet towels, a frown on his face.
"I said I was sorry, Spike. Can't you just let it go?" Twilight picked up one of the towels with her magic, bringing it up and placing it on Mercer's forehead, much to his annoyance.
"I will only let it go as long as you keep your promise to never make me help you with crazy experiments like that again."
She shook her head, sighing. "Fine. But if you won't help me than who will?"
Mercer smirked. "I think I may know someone that will be willing to help."
He adjusted the lens on the microscope, bringing his next slide into focus. He monitored the small bit of liquid between the thin pieces of glass with a trained eye, paying close attention to every micrometer. So far the nine slides he'd looked at hadn't yielded many results; mostly just rehydrated plant and fungi cells, which confirmed Twilight's hypothesis that the powder most likely consisted of herbs and other medicinal substances, exactly the kind of things a zebra living in a self-sustaining forest would be able to find with ease.
He was in Twilight's basement, a room she normally used for this exact kind of thing. She owned a wide collection of scientific tools and equipment, a bit dated and not at all what he was used to but still capable of getting the job done. Of course he had a bit of difficulty at first learning how to use equipment that didn't run off electricity, but once he got the hang of it that problem solved itself.
The problem that lay before him now was the task of isolating each individual cell from the ingredients used and identifying which organisms they came from. Not an easy thing to accomplish, but he wasn't complaining. In fact, he was actually enjoying the menial work. It reminded him of his days working for Gentek on the Blacklight project. He had been the first person to create a new, more powerful strain of the Redlight virus. The very same strain he eventually unleashed on himself.
Finished with his latest slide, he carefully lifted it off the stage with his teeth and set it down next to the others. He turned around and walked over to where Twilight was stationed, peering over her shoulder to see where she had gotten with her work. She had four beakers floating above a large flask, carefully pouring the contents of each drop by drop. The purple pony was concentrating so hard she hadn't even realized Mercer was standing right behind her. He left her be; one thing he learned long ago was that concentrating scientists, dangerous chemicals and loud noises did not mix well.
He headed back to the table he had been working on, heading for the centrifuge set up at the end of the table. It was an old model, a relic back in the world he knew, that required the use of a hand crank to keep it spinning. He had to keep coming back to it every few minutes to give the crank a few more turns, otherwise it would stop prematurely and he would have to start over. The beakers held inside it contained the next batch of samples he needed to check under the microscope, and he was hoping they held the secrets he'd spent the last few hours trying to unlock. The other slides had proved inconclusive; the majority of the cells came from harmless plants that had most likely gotten mixed in by mistake. The rest is what he was having trouble with. The powder was inlaid with some sort of strange substance that prevented any chance of getting a proper sample. Zecora obviously didn't want him finding out what it was.
"Twilight, can you try mixing together a solution to separate the structure of the powder?" He began turning the crank with a hoof as he asked. "I think there's some kind of chemical mixed in with it. If we can neutralize it somehow it might allow for a better test sample."
She didn't even turn around when she responded. "Sure, I'll get to that in a moment." She continued working with no pause or hesitation. She was a true scientist, never letting anything distract her if she could help it. It made him think about the members of his team researching Blacklight back in Gentek. They could work for hours and not even realize someone was sick for the day.
Mercer let go of the crank, watching the rotor inside spin the test tubes, which reminded him of the blades of the Blackwatch gunships back in NYZ. He could almost hear the engines and feel the wind blowing across his face. If he closed his eyes he could swear he was latched onto the side of one, ready to rip the door off and yank the pilot out. He stopped day dreaming when a bell on the machine went off; indicating the timer was done and the test tubes were ready to be taken out. He stopped the rotor and carefully lifted one of the four tubes out with calipers designed to be used with hooves, placing it in a rack to keep it steady. He did the same with the rest, lining them all up and making small marks on the tubes with ink to distinguish between them. Lastly he picked up a dropper in his teeth and dipped the end into the first tube, sucking up the contents that had settled on the bottom. He brought it over to an awaiting slide and let a small drop fall onto the piece of glass, covering it with the other half and putting it next to the microscope.
After he had done the same with the rest of the samples, he once again began going through the motions he was most familiar with: placing each slide under the lens and inspecting them carefully. The results were the same as the last nine; damaged cellular structures well beyond the point of recognition and useless plant and fungi cells. Mercer scowled after he finished looking at the last slide, angry that a skilled virologist couldn't even figure out what a baby blue powder could possibly be made of.
His anger was short lived, because suddenly the pony behind him gasped loudly. He turned around to see her literally shaking with excitement, a large smile across her face. "I just had an epiphany!"
Mercer looked at her confusedly. "Really now? I would have thought you just swallowed a jumping bean."
Twilight didn't hear him, already running about the room like a madpony, levitating chemical filled beakers and all but throwing them to the table. Once she had everything she needed she began measuring and pouring everything into a large glass receptacle, sticking her tongue out as she concentrated. Mercer walked over and watched her curiously, wondering what she was up to.
When she was satisfied with her little mixture, a lime green liquid that bubbled mysteriously, she lifted a scoop out of the bucket that held the powder and dumped it into the glass. Immediately the liquid turned dark purple and began smoking, the bubbling from before increasing to the point that it made the glass start to shake. It fell over on its side, rolling across the table and over the edge, shattering on impact with the ground. The liquid began bubbling even more violently then before, sizzling like it was on a hot plate.
Mercer and Twilight backed up a few steps in surprise, putting more distance between them and the strange goo. It continued to boil and sizzle for a few more seconds until it finally just stopped, becoming nothing but a dark purple puddle lying on the floor.
They continued to watch it, waiting for it to do something else. When it didn't, Twilight used her magic to pick up the quill she had been using to mark the beakers and lowered it to poke the liquid. Before she could even get near it the puddle suddenly rose up, hissing sharply and recoiling like a snake. It then slinked away to a corner of the room, squeezing itself through a crack in the wall and disappearing through it.
They stared at where it had gone for several minutes, the shock of it still leaving them speechless. Finally, Mercer turned to Twilight, a single question on his mind. "What was the point of that?"
She took a few moments to answer, her eyes still fixed on the crack it had gone through. "...I-It was...supposed to just tell us what the blue powder is." She pulled her gaze away and focused on him. "I have no idea what all that was about, I swear! I'm just as surprised as you are!"
Mercer raised an eyebrow. "All right then, did it work? I couldn't exactly tell what it was hissing at me, although I did take it as some sort of racial slur."
Twilight shook her head. "Oh, right. Sorry." She walked over to the table, minding the glass spread around on the floor. "I was doing what you suggested, mixing a solution to neutralize the chemicals present in the powder, and then I had an idea of what it could be. So I mixed together a base to see if my hypothesis was correct." She looked back at the wall where it had disappeared. "It was supposed to just turn purple if I was right. I can't imagine what I could have done wrong to make it do that."
"Well, unless I'm shell shocked after meeting the blob monster, it did turn purple. What exactly was your hypothesis?"
She smiled. "Poison Joke." Mercer stared at her blankly. "...I'm guessing by that expression you don't know what Poison Joke is?"
"Get on with it, Sparkle." He said flatly.
She giggled. "Ok, ok. Poison Joke is just like poison oak, only instead of causing itching and a nasty rash, it has...other effects." She blushed as she spoke, which told him that she had experienced firsthand these so called "effects". "I won't go into details, but I will summarize that it's not a pleasant experience in the slightest."
"So this...'Poison Joke'...is it something that can be easily obtained?"
She nodded. "Oh yeah, it's everywhere. My friends and I got it once when we walked into a whole grove of it. It looks like normal blue flowers, but the petals have a toxic coating that causes strange effects on a pony's body." After she said that, she looked like something had just occurred to her. "Although...it doesn't explain why it had such a bad effect on Berry Punch. If it was only Poison Joke, she would have just shrunk or had her tongue swell up like a polka-dotted balloon, but when I found her lying there, she looked almost dead. I'm not sure if it's possible to have an allergy to it, but if you can I don't think that was the case."
Mercer remembered the pain he'd felt from the powder on his body. It was like a brand, like someone was rolling him across hot coals while simultaneously pouring liquid metal over him. He shivered at the memory. "That's one hell of a joke then. With a killer punch line to boot."
Twilight snorted. "You're telling me." Then she frowned. "I guess it's true then. Zecora really did try to poison Berry." Her head fell. "But why would she do that? I've never known Zecora to be so...violent. Even when everypony else thought she was dangerous, she was still nothing but courteous." The mare was clearly disappointed and in need of a friendly gesture.
"Yep, it's always a bummer when a close friend turns homicidal. What do you say we get back to work? There's still plenty we can learn from this powder." Mercer was definitely not the right person to expect friendliness from.
The timer on the centrifuge dinged again, bringing Mercer's attention away from his work on the microscope. After Twilight had successfully figured out what the powder was, it made it easier to obtain better samples. They had been at work all day, researching and experimenting, disproving theories on what could have been added to the Poison Joke one after the other. As the sun went down and the night began wearing on, the librarian had finally given in to her basic need for sleep, collapsing on a pillow in the corner and passing out almost immediately. Of course Mercer didn't need sleep; being a Prototype he didn't exactly possess the same metabolic requirements as other living organisms.
He walked over to the centrifuge, opening it up and removing the test tubes inside. He was still looking at the samples, waiting for the right one to show up and tell him what he needed to know.
Unbeknownst to him, a small flicker of movement appeared in the corner near where Twilight lay. Several long, skinny tendrils came out of a small crack in the floor, feeling around like an ant's antennae. Once they were satisfied it was safe, they reached upwards, wrapping around knots in the wooden walls in a tight hold. Slowly, they began to retract; pulling the near viscous body of the creature they belonged to out and on to the floor. Once it was free, it began crawling across the floor, using the tendrils like arms to drag itself around. It came to one of the legs on the table Mercer was standing at, watching him prepare slides warily. The creature stayed perfectly still, trying not to attract attention to itself. After a moment it turned around and faced the sleeping pony in the corner, flicking its tendrils slightly as if it was licking its lips.
Mercer noticed the small amount of movement out of the corner of his eye, turning his head to look. Seeing nothing but empty floor, he shrugged and returned to his work.
After he looked away, a small puddle of purplish goo began slinking away from the table. When the creature realized it had been spotted, it had pulled its body flat against the side of the table leg, hiding itself from view. Now it quickly made its way over to the purple mare, hiding behind the pillow she was lying on and checking to make sure Mercer hadn't seen it again. He remained oblivious, his face glued to the eye piece on the microscope.
It crawled around the pillow and faced Twilight again, holding a tendril up slowly to touch her hoof. When it made contact she pulled away, rolling over onto her back. The creature hissed at her, fleeing back behind the pillow. This time when it once more emerged from its hiding place, it climbed over the edge of the pillow and pulled itself next to her head. It reached over and touched her ear, recoiling when it caused her to flick it in irritation.
Finally the creature's curiosity had been sated; it was now done playing with its food. It reared back; small, jagged spikes coming out of its body, its tendrils splitting apart into tiny razors. It jumped into the air, aiming its body to land on her face.
Fortunately for Twilight, it never made it to its target. Just as it was about to land a large glass beaker was held in place above the pony, catching the small creature inside. It looked up and hissed, seeing the smirking face of Mercer looking down into the glass. It tried to jump back out but was blocked when he placed a wooden board over the top, sealing it within.
Still smirking, he turned the beaker upside down and placed it and the board on the table, watching the creature inside flail about in its fruitless attempt at escape.
"I knew you'd be back. You may have had Miss Sparkle fooled, but I'd recognize my own work anywhere." It hissed menacingly, swiping its razors at him but only leaving tiny scratches on the inside of the beaker. "Now let's see just what you are." He lifted the beaker just a tiny bit, waiting for the creature to reach one of its tendrils through the gap. Once it did, he pushed the beaker back down, pinning its tendril to the board. He then picked up a scalpel and sliced the tip of the appendage off, allowing the creature to pull it back inside the glass.
He picked it up after it stopped squirming around, trapping it in one of the slides and placing it under the microscope. When he adjusted it to see clearly, he saw the all too familiar sight of infected Blacklight viral cells looking for more bio matter to convert into energy. He took a deep breath, pulling away from the eye piece and staring at the virus ridden creature still hissing at him.
"So it's true then...you're Blacklight." He wasn't surprised. The moment he saw the creature hiss at Twilight after it was created he knew what it had to be. It was an obvious discovery, any Gentek employee could have spotted it with ease. The unknown chemical that was preventing him from getting a good sample was also keeping the virus suppressed, and once the chemical was neutralized it began absorbing the rehydrated cells from the Poison Joke petals, converting them into biomass and creating a body for itself. Mercer knew it would be back because as far as he knew, he was the only other being in this world that emitted a Blacklight signature, and the virus is naturally drawn to other signals similar to its own. He tapped the side of the glass; startling the creature and making it jump to the top and stick there like a wad of chewing gum. It was bigger than it was when it first scuttled away hours ago, it must have consumed a few insects or spiders on its journey through the cracks in the floor.
He lifted up the beaker and shook it, making the little gum wad fall onto his hoof. Immediately it began attacking him, jabbing its razors into his leg and hissing more than ever. He chuckled quietly, mocking its feeble attempts to hurt him. "You're so cute. If only I was interested in getting a pet, I might just think about keeping you." He brought his hoof down, stomping the creature into the floor. "But alas, it would be too dangerous to my cause to leave you alive." With almost no effort on his part, he consumed the small creature, absorbing the dark purple splatter beneath his hoof like a sponge. It wasn't worth the biomass, but he couldn't just throw it away. The Blacklight virus was extremely resilient; if he didn't dispose of it properly it could infect another organism. And he wasn't quite ready for that to happen just yet.
With all that done, he checked to make sure Twilight hadn't woken up. She was still sound asleep, breathing steadily as her REM cycle continued uninterrupted. Good, no unwanted questions needed answering. For tonight anyway.
As he packed the equipment and tools up to be put away, Mercer had a few nagging thoughts still invading his mind. Where had Zecora gotten the virus from? How had she known what chemical to mix with it in order to subdue it? How could she have figured out how to deploy it so effectively? Either this zebra was a lot smarter than he thought, or...
"Or someone is helping her." He said out loud, freezing in place with a hoof raised midway to grab a glass on the table. He stared straight ahead, not focusing on anything in particular, just running through a thousand different reasons on why that couldn't be true. He wasn't able to think of anything. All the signs pointed to that. She knew about him. Before he was even aware she was watching him, she knew about him. No one was that intuitive. She knew what he was, and now, less than a week later, she knew his weakness.
The powder. There was no way she could have figured out so quickly he was susceptible to Poison Joke. He hadn't even known that! Something about the toxin in the petals caused necrosis of his cellular structure, encouraging the virus cells to attack. This wasn't Bloodtox. This was something even more powerful. Something that could potentially kill him.
Perhaps that was it though. That's what she was up to. She ambushed him, caught him off guard. He had been weakened, giving her the perfect opportunity to kill him, and yet here he was. That wasn't an attempt on his life; that was a demonstration. If she had wanted to kill him, she could have easily finished it herself. She was toying with him, showing him what she was capable of.
He remembered what she had said about him not noticing the signs of her trap. She was right. When he got to the street Berry Punch's shop was on, it was empty. He hadn't realized it at the time, but now it was obvious. It was still morning, why would the street be empty? And the door to the shop. He hadn't even questioned why it was jammed. It was because the powder had settled over time .When he kicked in the door, it created a draft that scattered the settled powder on the floor of the shop. She had planned it all out.
Mercer grabbed his head, attempting to shake his growing migraine away. All this Zecora business was messing with his mind. It was sort of a recurring thought, but of all the things he had experienced already, this was the sort of thing he never expected from a world of talking ponies.
He took a breath to calm himself, continuing with his task of packing up all the science equipment. 'So the plot thickens,' he thought to himself. Between losing his headway on Rainbow Dash and then almost getting killed by Zecora, the plot was indeed gaining some momentum.
And now he had yet another thing to deal with. Someone was helping Zecora. Someone who had access to the Blacklight virus. However impossible it sounded, there was no other explanation. Either they had somehow replicated the virus here in Equestria, or someone followed him that already had it. He kicked himself. No, it was a stupid thought. Mercer wasn't even sure how he got there himself. There was just no way. Heller couldn't have followed him here.
...Could he? |
Ponyville Zero | Pinkie Promise | "Just 'cause you can kill something doesn't mean you should."
-James Heller
"So you discovered what the powder was made of. But why didn't you just let the creature go? Let it infect someone? It would have saved you a lot of time."
"Maybe. But I've done my research. Turns out there's a spell for that. 'Virus Prevention' I believe it was called. Doesn't quite kill the virus but it keeps it from reproducing. It requires a lot of power and concentration, but not too much for an Alicorn or even just a magically gifted unicorn to handle. I have to make sure when It's released there's no one in any position to stop Blacklight before it can spread properly."
"And what of Zecora? What did you do with her?"
"Have you seen any zebras as of late? What do you think I did? Bought her a plane ticket to Hawaii?"
"No need to be hostile."
"It's like you never met me."
"Technically I never have. Though I am a big fan of your work, I've never actually met you face to face. Until now, that is."
"I'm so touched."
"You know...I've been watching you, Mercer. For a long time now. You first gained my attention when you defeated Mother. An auspicious achievement, one would say."
"Eh, wasn't that hard."
"Hm, certainly not. Compared to what you've done since...it's child play."
"Flattery will get you nowhere."
"I expected as much. You are a humble man, after all."
"I refer you to my previous statement."
"Hahaha...I suppose the time for idle chit chat is over now, correct?"
"I've been waiting for you to cut the act since 'I'm your biggest fan'."
"Of course. This whole ordeal is growing tiresome. It's about time we got down to business."
"I agree."
"What is it that you'd like to ask me?"
"You know what that is."
"You already asked that question. I gave you my answer. I think we both should just move on."
"You call that an answer? 'You already know who I am; you just haven't realized it yet'? I'm sorry, I don't speak in riddles you arrogant fruit!"
"...Just ask your question, Alex."
"Fine. How could you have found out so much about me? You're a pony and I've only been here for a week. Unless you can read minds, there's something else going on here."
"I already told you, I've been watching you for a long time."
"That's impossible. Unless you...somehow followed me here..."
"There you go. Now you're starting to get it."
"No...there's no way."
"Said the shape shifting former human turned pony."
"...What are you?"
"You already know that as well. Come on now, you're smart enough to figure this out."
"Would you just shut up already!? I'm having a very difficult time keeping myself from killing you as it is!"
"So sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel pressured. If it will help, why don't you continue on with your story? I'd love to hear how you finished the job with Zecora."
"I might as well. It's not like you're doing any explaining. Let's see...where was I? Ah, right. Zecora attacked me with deadly Bloodtox, I discovered it contained Blacklight, and someone was helping her to kill me. Fortunately, now that it was general knowledge that Zecora had tried to kill Berry Punch, she was placed on the 'Most Wanted' list, so at least now I had some help in finding her..."
"...I understand how this must sound; we haven't had a crime this bad in Ponyville since...well, ever. Attempted murder isn't exactly something we are used to dealing with, so all I ask is that you bear with us until we can uncover Zecora's whereabouts and bring her in for questioning. If you have any information that would be helpful, please alert me immediately. And if you see her, do not attempt to approach her. We aren't yet sure if she plans to harm any other citizens, so it's better to play it safe. Again, I am deeply sorry to have to give you this awful news. I will answer any questions you may have on the subject, so if you wish to ask me anything, just stay after and I will explain whatever I can. Thank you for your cooperation and further support in this matter. I hope you can still have a nice day after hearing all this." The Mayor finished her speech with an air of guilt, uncomfortable with having to explain that a previously trusted and well respected member of the community was now on the run for trying to kill another pony. The crowd gathered within the Town Hall turned to leave, murmurs of "I can't believe she would do such a thing" and "I've never trusted her to begin with" filling the room while the majority made their egress. The few that stayed made their way to where Mayor Mare now stood; patiently waiting for the small group of ponies around her to stop trying to talk over each other so she could answer their worried questions one at a time.
The topic up for discussion was, obviously, the news that Zecora was now a wanted criminal. It seemed no one was taking it well; emotions ran from complete disbelief to utter outrage, some even growing so angry that they volunteered to help hunt her down. Many were simply reverting back to being scared and rushing to their homes to close the shutters and hide. The entire town was nearing a total sense of panic.
And Mercer couldn't be giddier. He was literally walking about with a skip in his step, reveling in the state of unease he'd created. Or rather, that Berry Punch created, seeing as how her graphic and well-spoken recount of the events of and leading up to Zecora attempting to kill her had succeeded in spooking everyone just as he'd planned. Now he could just about sit back and wait for word of her whereabouts to reach him. For the first time since he'd gotten here, things were going his way. Once again, Mercer could not be giddier.
He was still disguised as Berry since his debut on stage, politely accepting everyone's well wishes and relief that she hadn't been seriously injured. He gave out assurances that he wasn't maimed in any way like they were candy at Halloween, yet the constant attention did nothing to dampen his high spirits. It was annoying, and the second he got a chance to make a beeline for the exit he did so with gusto, but it was worth it to know he had turned an entire town against the one pony who was actually trying to help them.
Once outside he took a deep breath, relaxing for the first time after what seemed like hours. He looked up at the sun, squinting hard as the bright light flooded his eyes. The sun was at its highest point in the sky, putting the current time at about noon. That would mean he had been trapped inside there for nearly two hours. He was looking forward to finding somewhere secluded so he could change out of this skin without being seen.
Mercer set off for the nearest alley, barely making it two steps before he heard someone shout behind him. He turned his head in the direction it came from, seeing a very angry looking blonde headed mare wearing a Stetson stomping her way through the crowd of ponies around the Town Hall. She seemed to be staring straight at him, and at first he thought he was just imagining it, but as she got closer he realized she really was staring at him. Her eyes were narrowed and she wore a nasty scowl he'd only ever seen on Heller, who apparently had a medical condition that prevented him from showing any other expression.
When she finally got close enough she all but screamed "Where is he!?" in his face. He stared back at her blankly, waiting for her to give him something else to allow for a guess as to what she was talking about. After a moment she spoke again, this time in a lower pitch then before. "Berry, ah know ya'll jest went through a traw-matic experience an' all, but ah need ya to tell me where that insensitive varmint went so ah can give 'im a well-deserved flank whoopin' that'll rattle his teeth like a wind chime in a rainstorm!"
"...Uhhh..." Mercer continued to stare dumbly. "...Are you...looking for someone?"
Applejack sighed, visibly deflating from her anger. "Look. Ahm sorry fer shoutin' at ya. You ain't the one ahm angry with. But ah caint find the one ahm angry with so ah guess ah took it out on you."
He nodded slowly. "So then...who are you looking for?"
The cowpony narrowed her eyes at him. "Mercer. An' don't ya'll lie to me, ah know ya know him. He walked ya home that night on his welcomin' party an' ah've seen 'im goin' in ta that shop 'o yers on more than one occasion. Can ya please jest tell me where he went so ah can find 'im? It's very important."
"Can I at least ask what you would like to talk to him about?"
"Ah would like to talk ta him 'bout bein' an insensitive varmint! Now could ya please tell me where he is? Ah've been lookin' fer him all over Ponyville, but it's like he just up an' vanished in ta thin air!"
'Or something like that' he thought to himself. He cleared his throat. "Um...yeah, I asked him to watch my shop for me while I dealt with this whole 'Zecora' thing. He should still be there, if you want to talk to him so bad."
Applejack tipped her hat. "Thank ya kindly, Berry Punch. Now if'n you'll excuse me..." With that she took off in a dead run, sprinting down the road as fast as she could.
Mercer watched her go, impressed that an Earth pony could run so fast. He waited until she had rounded the corner up ahead and ran out of sight before bolting towards the nearest building, swinging around to the opposite side so no one could see him scale the wall and pull himself onto the roof. He jumped to the next building over, charging his legs so he could launch himself over the edge. He continued doing this for every leap, timing each jump so he landed without missing a step. Mid jump over a particularly large gap he switched out of his disguise as Berry Punch, returning himself to his normal pony form, if he could even call that normal.
As he made a longer jump over a street just a few blocks down from the one Berry's shop was on, he saw a flash of orange shoot by underneath him. Upon landing he took off in the same direction, his inhuman speed easily letting him gallop along the rooftops and overtake Applejack. Making one last, powerful jump he cleared the remaining distance between him and the roof of the store, hopping over the lip of the chimney and pulling himself down it. He erupted out of the brick, a cloud of soot and ash falling out with him as he knocked over more than a few cooling racks in the store.
Someone began pounding on the door, yelling something incoherent. Mercer got up and shook himself off, running across the room and planting himself in a comfortable position by the front desk just as the door flew open, a still very angry Applejack storming in.
"Alright Mercer! Ya'll got to the count o' ten to explain why you-what in the hay happened in here?"
The cloud of ash had yet to fully settle, and what did was collecting on the floor and being spread around by the water from a bucket that had been near one of the cooling racks. That along with the mess that had been made from the day before when Mercer knocked over a shelf, the place looked like hell.
Speaking of Mercer, he was surveying the damage inside the store like he was seeing it for the first time. "Oh, that? That was like that when I got here. I think Berry is trying out some new redecorating ideas. Not very good, if you ask me. Maybe a bit too high brow for some people."
Applejack ignored him, losing interest in the condition of the shop and instead choosing to stomp over to where Mercer sat and grab hold of the front of his jacket, hauling him to his feet and pulling his face dangerously close to her own. "You listen up, Mercer, and listen good. Ya'll gone too far this time, an' unless you make it better ahm gonna throw ya to the Timber wolves!"
"Okay, okay, hold on a second. What in the fucks sake are you talking about? Have you been hitting the cider a bit too much lately?"
"No ah have not been 'hittin' the cider' lately! An' ah would appreciate it if ya wouldn't use that kind o' language 'round me!"
"Prude." He mumbled under his breath. "Fine then. Can you tell me what you're talking about so I can join this one sided conversation of yours?"
"You know exactly what ahm talkin' 'bout, don't try to play dumb with me!"
"Just for a moment let's pretend I have no idea what you are 'talkin' 'bout'. What did I ever do to earn this kind of treatment and why are you yelling at me three inches from my face?"
The blond headed mare sighed, finally letting go of his jacket and taking a step back. "Pinkie Pie. Yesterday ya'll had a picnic with her and the twins. She says ya'll were havin' a nice time until you screamed at her and said ya weren't her friend."
"Oh Christ..." Is that what this was all about? A stupid pink pony was upset because he refused to be her friend? Unbelievable. "So what, did she tell on me or something?"
"No, ah didn't even know about it until the Cakes came over ta ask fer mah help because she refused ta come down from her room."
"Then what is this all about?"
"She's cryin' ya inconsiderate knuckle-dragger!" Applejack reached over and smacked the back of Mercer's head. "She's cryin' 'cause all she wanted was ta be your friend and you yelled at her. You caused this, now yer gonna fix it."
He scoffed. "Like hell I am! I don't even like her! Why would I go out of my way just to cheer her up?"
"'Cause she's mah friend, an' ahm askin' ya to." All the anger she held dissipated, her shoulders sagging as the fight left her. "Ah know she ain't the easiest pony ta be 'round, an' admittedly sometimes she is a bit difficult ta talk to. But she really is a nice pony who just wanted ta be yer friend." She looked at him pleadingly. "Please, will ya just go talk ta her? Ya don't have ta be her friend if'n ya don't want to, but the least you can do is apologize an' make her feel better."
Mercer growled quietly. It wasn't like he had anything better to do while he waited for word of Zecora to reach him, but spending his newfound free time coddling an annoying pony just wasn't how he imagined spending his day. Then again, it was best not to anger anyone just yet. He might need their help later and he didn't want to burn those bridges before he crossed them.
Sighing in defeat, he gave in to her request. "Alright. Do you have any playing cards? I have a feeling cheering her up is going to require a few dozen games of 'Old Mare' to accomplish."
The smell of baked goods and sugary frosting reached Mercer's nose as he entered Sugar Cube Corner. A bell above the door rang when he swung it open, the few customers inside turning their heads to the newcomer, regarding his strange appearance for a moment before returning to their business. He stood in front of the doorway, looking around the room for the proprietor of the establishment that Applejack had told him to talk to. The only other ponies he could see were seated away from each other and eating their sweet smelling pastries in relative silence. Except for the couple in the corner, who were giggling and whispering quietly with one another.
Seeing no one of any use, he walked up to the counter, eyeing the note that was placed on it that said "Making cupcakes, back in 20 minutes". He stared at it for a few seconds, his half lidded gaze never leaving the second part of the note. Having just gotten here, he wasn't sure how long ago they had put the note there, but with his luck it had been placed less than a minute before his arrival. Being in no mood to wait nineteen minutes, he figured no one would mind if he "accidentally" knocked over the flower vase on the end of the counter to get the attention of the staff.
Mercer looked around to make sure no one was currently watching him, slowly raising his hoof up and giving it a quick tap. The vase tilted to its tipping point, spinning around while rocking back and forth. Finally it reached the edge of the counter, hanging dangerously close to falling. For a few tense milliseconds it seemed as if it would, but ultimately it gently fell back and settled into its normal upright position. He frowned, glaring at the offending decorative piece. He once again raised his hoof and forcefully shoved the vase, launching it several feet from the counter and making it shatter against the wall.
The sudden noise startled the other customers, the majority of them jumping in their seats, all except for the couple in the corner, who continued to laugh softly unfazed by the sound of shattering glass. Within moments an amber colored Earth pony wearing a white apron and a striped orange hat and bowtie came out from the kitchen, his eyes wide as they scanned the place for the source of the noise. He noticed the pieces of the vase near the wall, and when he looked for the culprit his accusatory glare landed on the hooded pony standing by the counter.
"Oops." Was all Mercer had to say for himself.
The baker simply sighed, hanging his head before approaching Mercer and asking with obvious forced politeness "May I help you, sir?"
"Yeah, have you seen a bubblegum pink pony with extremely curly hair and a tendency to annoy the living hell out of anyone within earshot?"
His glare disappeared, being replaced with a look of guilt. "You're looking for Pinkie Pie? I don't think now is a good time. She's currently not in the mood to talk to anypony for the moment."
"That's why I'm here. Applejack told me to stop by to talk to her-"
"Applejack sent you? Wait, then that means..." He narrowed his eyes at him. "You're the one that upset Pinkie so much." His words held a lot of hostility. "You have a lot of nerve coming here! Pinkie Pie is a good pony and she doesn't deserve to be treated like that so harshly-"
Mercer waved his hoof in front of the baker's face. "Yeah, yeah, I get the picture. I'm not here to yell at her more, I just came to apologize. Now point me in the direction of her room and you can consider us copacetic."
The pony continued to glare at Mercer as he gestured towards the stairs on his right. "Fine. She's up in the loft. If she'll let you in you can talk to her, but if I hear you even so much as raise your voice to her-"
"Yep, I hear ya. Whatever you say." Mercer interrupted him before making his way up to the loft. As he passed the end table near the bottom step, he purposefully bumped into it, knocking the glass jars on it off the table and breaking them. He laughed; ignoring the glare he received and continuing to climb the stairs.
Pinkie Pie's room was exactly how he pictured it to be. It was bright and colorful, and, surprisingly enough, clean and orderly. All manner of party supplies lay stockpiled in organized rows against the far wall, leaving plenty of room in the middle for...whatever it is Pinkie Pie does when she's alone.
Of course that wasn't his main focus. What was had her back turned to him, softly sniffling to herself. Her hair had somehow lost all of its curliness, lying straight down along her back. Even her tail had gone flat, like someone let the air out of a balloon. But the strangest thing about her appearance was that the color of her coat had dropped a few shades as well. Mercer shook his head. It must have been a trick of his eye. Last he checked ponies weren't chameleons; they couldn't change color according to their mood. Or maybe they could in this world. He wasn't sure. It was getting harder to believe the laws of physics still applied to this place the longer he stayed.
Mercer cleared his throat. "Uh...Pinkie Pie? Mind if I...talk to you?" She gave him no reply. "...I didn't hear a no, so I'm just going to talk anyway." She shifted her position a little, but otherwise did nothing. "...Damn it Pinkie Pie, I'm not playing this game!" He walked around to face her, stopping only when he saw her actual face.
Tears stained both her cheeks, and her eyes held more sadness than he had ever seen in her. And that was saying something; this was the mare that once cried for ten minutes because she ran out of blue frosting. It was unnerving to see her so depressed. Unnatural even.
Pinkie offered him a small smile. "Hi Mercer. Fancy meeting you here." Her voice was quiet, reminding him of when Fluttershy spoke. Carefully, she wiped the tears from her eyes and cheeks, sitting up straight facing him fully. "What did you want to talk about?"
He didn't reply right away; he was too shocked to speak for the moment. "...Uh...yeah...I...Applejack asked me to come..." He sat down in front of her. "I came to...say I'm sorry." He coughed on the last word, disguising it so she wouldn't understand him.
"...You're what?"
Sighing, he spoke again. "I said I was sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. You were just trying to be nice so...I'm sorry." Mercer was beginning to feel like a five year old. To say this was humiliating was an understatement. "There. I apologized. So now you can stop being-" He waved his hoof to indicate all of her. "This."
The pink mare smiled again. "...Thank you." Her smile faded and she let her head droop. "...And I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have brought up Dan-" She stopped when she noticed the look in Mercer's eyes turn predatory. "I mean, I shouldn't have talked about...your sister. I didn't mean to make you upset. I just wanted to help you feel better..." Fresh tears threatened to fall and stain her cheeks once more. He pulled away slightly, afraid if she started crying again she would try to hug him.
"Yes, well...just don't let it happen again." He tried making his way to the door. "If we're done here I guess it's about time I left..."
"Wait." He froze with his hoof on the handle. "Mercer...I know you said you didn't want to be my friend...but..."
He clenched his teeth, muttering "Ah crap..."
A hoof on his shoulder made him turn his head. Pinkie was staring at him with pleading eyes. "...Will you please be my friend?"
"Pinkie-"
"Mercer." Her eyes gained a bit of conviction, and for the first time since he'd known her, she actually seemed to be taking something seriously. "Please."
"...Why is this so important to you?"
"Because I'm worried about you Mercer. What you said, it hurt my feelings, but I was more upset about how you felt."
He shrugged her hoof off his shoulder. "What are you talking about?"
"You told me you didn't need my friendship. You never said you didn't want a friend. You're always so grumpy and mean, but I know you don't mean to be." She grinned at him, the color of her coat raising a few shades while she did so. "You remind me a lot of Twilight when she first got to Ponyville. She had no idea how to make friends, and she just wanted to be left alone. Maybe you just need to learn how to make friends and then you won't feel so lonely." Mercer watched fascinated as her coat returned to its normal color. Her hair remained straight, though it was beginning to gain some of its curliness back. "If you don't want Applejack mad at you anymore, you just have to make me a special promise."
He sighed. If all it took to make these simple-minded ponies happy was to make a stupid promise, then so be it. "...Fine. What's this promise then?"
"A Pinkie Promise."
Mercer cocked an eyebrow. "A Pinkie Promise? I shudder to ask what that is."
"Once you make a Pinkie Promise, you can't break it no matter what."
"Like I've ever-"
She pressed her face against his, opening her eyes as wide as she could to stare him down. "No. Matter. What." Pinkie put emphasis on each word she spoke.
The two stayed like that for a few more uncomfortable moments, Mercer finding himself unable to look the pink mare directly in the eyes. "...Pinkie Pie?"
"Yeah?"
"You can get away from me now."
"But I haven't gotten a taste yet."
"A taste of what?"
As soon as he asked, he suddenly felt something warm and wet travel up the length of his neck, starting from his chest up to just under his chin. Mercer's immediate reaction was to push the pony away, wiping her saliva off his chin and uttering a string of insults about her compulsive behavior.
"Fuck Pinkie Pie, what the hell did you do that for!?"
She began laughing, falling over onto her back while flailing her hooves around in the air. At one point in her fit of laughter she hiccupped, causing her to pause for a second before continuing to roll on the floor and giggle between hiccups.
"I-I'm sorry Mercer-hic-I couldn't resist! Rarity was talking about how-hic-yummy you look; I just wanted to see if you really tasted as good as she-hic-said!"
"Why in the hell would Rarity say I tasted good?"
"I don't know. The other day Fluttershy invited all of us to a picnic, but only Rarity and I were able to go because everyone else said they weren't able to make it. Well, Rainbow Dash didn't actually say she couldn't make it; technically she just waved a hoof at me to go away from the cloud she was sleeping on. Applejack said she had too much work to get done on the farm, and Twilight was studying again. Anyway-"
Mercer placed his hoof on her mouth to shut her up. "Pinkie, before you say anything more, please tell me there is a point to this story."
She nodded her head, and he pulled his hoof away to allow her to continue. "Well, we were enjoying the picnic and eating the cupcakes I brought and then Fluttershy said they were yummy and Rarity said not as yummy as a certain stallion and then Fluttershy blushed and I asked which stallion and Rarity said it was you and that you were tastier then some plain old cupcake. Which is weird because you're not even that tasty. If you were a cupcake I would suggest less cinnamon."
The look on Mercer's face from hearing he had been called "yummy" by a talking horse was a mixture of appalled and disgusted. "...Pinkie I don't think she was meaning I literally...eh, never mind."
She giggled again, smiling sincerely at him. A weird sizzling sound began to fill the room, confusing him to its origins before realizing it was being emitted from her hair. In stunned silence he watched as her straight hair curled slowly at the edges, pulling tighter and tighter like each strand held a consciousness of its own. With one loud, final pop her mane returned to its original style, the overall color and brightness back to normal as well.
Mercer wasn't as surprised to see the phenomenon as he thought he would be. Over the span of a week he'd seen Pinkie do stranger things, to say this was the weirdest she'd ever done after watching her eat twice her own weight in frosting would be a lie.
When Pinkie was done giggling he cleared his throat to gain back her attention. "Alright, now that you're...you again, would you mind explaining how this 'Pinkie Promise' works?"
Nodding her head vigorously, she began excitedly showing him the intricate movements required to successfully perform a Pinkie Promise, as well as the mantra he needed to recite word for word. At least that's how he expected it to go. What he got instead was a bad variation of "Cross my heart" that included a hope of flying in place of death and the insertion of a pastry into one's eye instead of a sharp metal object. By the time she was done explaining what would happen if he were to do something stupid like break a Pinkie Promise Mercer was beginning to develop a new found fear of the pink pony. Quite clearly she was as unbalanced as she was unpredictable. He wouldn't put it past her to try and make cupcakes out of Rainbow Dash one day.
"...And so I followed her all around town to make sure she didn't break her Pinkie Promise to Spike about him liking Rarity-"
"That is single handedly the most interesting story I have ever heard Pinkie Pie, but if you wouldn't mind, what is it exactly that you want me to Pinkie Promise? You know, besides promising to be your friend."
Her expression dropped. "...I want you to promise that you won't ever hurt me like that again."
"That's it? Come on Pinkie, this is ridiculous-"
"Or any of my friends. Especially Fluttershy."
"That's bullsh-"
"And no more cursing."
"What!?"
"You have to Pinkie Promise, Mercer." She pleaded, giving him puppy dog eyes that, to his chagrin, were actually working on him.
With a grunt, he agreed. He brought his hoof up to his chest and made an X motion over his chest. "Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye." He poked his hoof at his right eye, making sure it was closed first to avoid any embarrassment. "I Pinkie Promise I will not hurt you or your friends." She narrowed her eyes. He rolled his. "Especially Fluttershy."
"And...?" She drew the word out slowly.
Mercer clenched his teeth. "And I promise not to curse anymore."
"Aaaand?"
"Damn it Pinkie Pie!" She glared at him. "I mean...darn it."
"See? Don't you feel better now that you have a real friend?"
"I'm overjoyed." He replied dully.
Before he could react he found himself in a bear hug, choking on the light fuzz of her mane as she once again caught him in a tight embrace.
"...Pinkie, I know you must be excited about this, but now that we're friends can you do me a favor and stop hugging me!?" He pushed her off and scowled when the action only made her giggle again. "How's about you make me a Pinkie Promise to never hug me again?"
"Silly, that's not how they work!"
He sighed. "Of course not." With that he began making his way to her window, flicking the lock up and pushing it open. Pinkie cocked her head, looking at him in confusion.
"What are you doing?"
"We're done here, are we not? If so I'd like to leave now. I've got a busy schedule to keep." He hiked a leg over the window, pulling himself onto the sill and perching there like a bird.
"Why don't you just use the door?"
"Because that would mean meeting that baker that I crossed paths with on the way up here again."
"You mean Mr. Cake? What's wrong with him?"
"I don't like him."
"So you're going to jump out of the window?"
"Exactly." To prove his point, he let go of the window frame and pushed off with his legs, letting gravity do its job and take him the short way down to the street below. Pinkie walked over to the window and peered over it, seeing Mercer walking away from Sugar Cube Corner unharmed and without so much as a limp.
"And they say I'm random."
"So you made a friend. How nice."
"Unfortunately, yes. Pinkie Pie is...odd, to say the least, but I suppose I could have found a worse friend."
"Beggars can't be choosers."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm just saying, you're not exactly in a position to complain."
"And why is that?"
"Well, she was your first friend, was she not?" "..."
"You care for her. Even if you won't admit it to yourself, you care about how she's feeling."
"...Enough."
"Deep down you're glad she became your friend."
"I said enough."
"You didn't go there because you were forced; you went because you felt guilty."
"I don't feel guilt."
"Do you? You said when you saw her face you hesitated. If that's not guilt-"
"It wasn't. I was just...caught off guard."
"You knew you caused the pain she felt. It was guilt, Mercer."
"She was a crying pony, who wouldn't hesitate after seeing that?"
"Maybe someone who didn't feel guilty?"
"Don't mock me."
"I don't mean to step on any toes here. Or, hooves, as it may be. I'm merely speaking my opinion on the matter."
"Well, it's wrong."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that."
"You're beginning to piss me off."
"Why would you feel guilty for hurting someone you claim to dislike?"
"I told you I don't-"
"Unless she reminded you of someone."
"I swear, I will kill you."
"You're sister, perhaps?" "..."
"Looks like I hit a nerve."
"...What are you getting at?"
"Well, Dana was the only person you ever showed affection for, correct? Why would Alex Mercer, the man who single handedly released the deadly Blacklight virus on New York and infiltrated a powerful high security organization with his own race of superhuman beings he created himself, show mercy to a small pony simply because she shed a few tears?" "..."
"Pinkie means more to you than you let on. She was sad and you wanted to make her feel better. You were happy when she started smiling again. Happy that you were what made her smile."
"You're an idiot."
"Am I wrong?"
"Very."
"Alright, fair enough. You know better, I suppose."
"That's right."
"Now, onto the next chapter. You did promise me a dead zebra, after all."
"I suppose I did."
"You had the entire town on alert and looking for Zecora. You probably just sat back and waited for her to show up, right?"
"Not entirely."
"What do you mean?"
"I got roped into some...other business."
"Being?"
"...I had to go on a date." |
Ponyville Zero | Murder Mystery Night | Cross: "We have less than an hour. What's next?"
Alex: "The last person responsible for all of this dies tonight."
Cross: "If we can make it out here, do you think you're ready?"
Alex: "I was made for this."
-Robert Cross and Alex Mercer
"A date?"
"That what I said."
"You're joking, right?"
"Nope."
"...With Fluttershy?"
"Technically with me too, she doesn't want to go alone. But yes, with Fluttershy."
"Why the hell would I want to go on a date?"
Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. "Oh, I don't know, maybe to meet new people, find a meaningful relationship, fall in love, etc."
Mercer scoffed. "Absolutely not."
"Are you sure?"
"Completely."
The Pegasus pretended to inspect her hoof. "Okay...but I hope you're a good runner."
"Why would I need to be a good-" He paused. "...You know, don't you?"
She snorted, biting her lip to keep from grinning. "Know what?"
"Don't act stupid with me, Pinkie told you about my promise didn't she!"
Finally breaking, the smile she had been holding back broke through, and she fell over in a fit of laughter that had her gasping for air before it was over. "Hahaha...I guess Twilight was right about you being smart, Mercer!"
They were standing in the clearing around Town Hall, where Rainbow had caught up to him to talk about this important matter. Apparently Pinkie Promises were a bigger thing around here then he thought.
He groaned. "It hasn't been three hours, how could she have told you already?"
"It's Pinkie Pie, ponies who are out of town already know! Anyway, yes, I know about your Pinkie Promise to not hurt any of her friends. And since Fluttershy counts as 'one of her friends', you have to agree. Because if you don't, she'll cry. And Pinkie will not be happy."
"Fuck!" Mercer threw his head back and put pressure on his temples with his hooves as he fell on his flank in frustration.
"No cursing either."
"Fudge!"
"There ya go."
"Great, first I have to humiliate myself by apologizing to a pony with the emotional maturity of a five year old, now I'm being forced to go on a date with one that has barely said five words to me since I met her!" He scowled at the smirk on Rainbow's face. "Why do you care so much about helping her get a date anyway?"
"Fluttershy is an old friend. I owe a lot to her. Plus she's way too shy to ask you out herself and too timid to say no to me when I tell her I'm setting her up with you. Trust me; this is for both of your own goods." She offered her hoof to him. "What do ya say, stallion? Do we have a deal?"
He glared at her for a moment, wishing for once he could have something good happen to him and not have it instantly followed up with something bad. Karma was really having a field day with him lately.
Sighing, he grabbed her hoof with his own and let her pull him to his feet. "Fine. But I'm not paying for anything. And if I find out this is all just a ploy to try to get your friend laid then I will not be happy."
"When are you ever?"
"When you're not around."
She gasped dramatically. "That hurt my feelings, Mercer. I'm gonna go tell Pinkie Pie!" He shook his head and walked away, ignoring her as she once again started her laughing fit at his expense. When she was finished poking fun at him, she wiped the tears from her eyes and shouted "Don't forget Mercer! Tonight at 8 o' clock!" She took a quick pause, then added "And wear something decent! No hoods!"
7:55.
That was the time on the clock tower; Mercer could see it from where he was standing. His "date" was in five minutes. He sighed inwardly. Of all the things he could be doing, like looking for Zecora, or trying to figure out how to infect Rainbow Dash without alerting anyone, or even just waiting for his chance to release Blacklight on an unsuspecting town full of bright, colorful ponies, instead he was being forced to go on a date with a shy yellow Pegasus who couldn't even look him in the eye without blushing.
"Oh well. It's not the worst thing, I suppose." The sound of choking brought his attention back to what he was currently doing. "Oops, sorry about that. Kinda forgot about you." He relaxed his grip on the Gryphon's neck he had still been holding, making him gasp as he filled his lungs with the air he had been denied for the better part of the few minutes Mercer had spaced out for.
"Y-You...b-b-bastard!"
"Sticks and stones. Now, why don't you finish that thought you were having before you're mortality slipped my mind." The Gryphon spat in his face, a mixture of saliva and blood from the beating he had been receiving splattering against Mercer's left cheek. He slowly wiped it off, making a disapproving "tut-tut" sound with his tongue. "...That wasn't very nice." Mercer hooked his hoof on the Gryphon's right wing and forced it open, pushing his head down and shoving his beak into the dirt. "I'll ask you again. Why do you Gryphon's keep showing up here? I already told the others; I'm the only predator around here."
He groaned. "We...know of your misdeeds, pony..." His voice was muffled by the dirt in his mouth. "...The others...myself included...were merely spies. Ever since you killed those three younglings...we have been...watching you."
"I noticed. Your spies aren't as stealthy as they think."
"Do you hold no fear...of the consequences of your actions?"
"Not since I was in high school."
"You have killed members...of an elite branch of the Gryphon Army...that is an act of war!" He managed to raise his head a few inches to say the last few words before Mercer forced it back down.
"Is that supposed to make me feel bad? Honestly, it's not the first time I've ever caused a war."
The Gryphon struggled against the grip that held him down. Mercer easily held it fast, twisting his wing as punishment for the attempt. Relaxing his grip again, he waited for his victim to stop grimacing long enough to continue.
"Why are you...so eager to go to war?"
"I'm not at liberty to say. You know the drill; sworn to secrecy and all that."
"You are...like no pony I have ever heard of..."
Mercer grinned. "No, I imagine not. I'm one of a kind." He gave the Gryphon's wing another twist, this time hard enough to produce an audible crack from the joint. "Does anyone know you're here? I would hate to go through all this trouble of...well, causing trouble without an audience."
He offered a dry chuckle. "You think yourself...some sort of warrior...don't you, pony? You have no idea...what awaits you."
"Aww...is that some sort of threat?"
"No...it is...a promise." He turned his head to look Mercer in the eye. "You will suffer...more than the rest."
A loud snap filled the air around them, the Gryphon crying out in pain as Mercer broke his wing. "I hope your friends hiding in the tree over there are getting a good show while it lasts," He took a moment to enjoy the shock that splayed itself across his face. "Because when the real war starts..." He lowered his voice. "...I'll be the one making everyone suffer."
The Gryphon spy wasn't even able to utter squeak in reply before Mercer grabbed his head and spun it quickly, snapping the vertebrae and silencing him. His body went rigid for a second, then fell limp as the life left his now still form. Mercer backed away a step and turned his head towards the tree the other two spies were hiding in. He switched to thermal vision, instantly seeing their crouched silhouettes against the cold night air. He smirked when they jumped off their perches, spreading their wings and flying off into the distance.
Mercer watched them go, making no move to pursue them. It was his plan, after all, to let them leave. Let them deliver word of the insolent pony defying the treaty set down by Princess Celestia to the leader of the Gryphon Kingdom. Tensions were already high between ponies and Gryphons, this should be just enough to push them over the edge. This war was exactly what he needed. The perfect distraction to give him time to finish what he'd started.
Just like the Gryphon had said, Mercer had indeed been spied upon. When he killed those three fraternity pledges, he hadn't realized they were being watched themselves as they looked for a pony to steal a tail from. The leaders of the group had been spying on them, making sure they completed their mission so they couldn't lie about it. After Mercer killed the pledges, the others ran for their lives, heading back to the Gryphon Kingdom and informing the first guard they encountered of the three hatchlings fate. The very next night he had encountered the first in a short line of specially trained Gryphons intent on capturing and interrogating him. They failed, of course, and they each shared the same end as the one before.
Now standing alone in a field with no one else around, sans the lifeless corpse at his feet, Mercer looked back at Ponyville, seeing that the time on the clock tower now read 8:08. He was officially late for his date with Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash by almost ten minutes. In any other circumstance, that would have been a good thing. But in all honesty, he was growing tired of having angry ponies on his case constantly. It just seemed like a lot had been giving him the business lately. He was not looking forward to pissing off yet another one.
Tearing his eyes away from the time, he turned his attention to the body of the Gryphon he'd just killed. He needed to dispose of him, or else run the risk of someone finding a dead body in the middle of a field outside of town. Logic dictated he consume it, convert it into that all-too-familiar energy source that essentially powers his entire being, but seeing as how he was going on a date, he decided against it so he could avoid filling up before dinner. Instead he chose a quicker solution.
Shifting his forelegs, he activated Musclemass, grabbing the Gryphon's unbroken wing and picking him up over his shoulder. He turned and faced the Everfree forest, at least a mile away, and took a running start on his other three legs. With barely a grunt, he threw the body like a javelin, utilizing the natural aerodynamic properties of the Gryphon physique by throwing it beak first. It spiraled through the air, easily sailing over the distance of flat ground between Mercer and the forest. It remained airborne for a full ten seconds before disappearing somewhere deep within the thick foliage.
Mercer turned back to town, preparing for his long trek to the restaurant he'd agreed to meet Fluttershy at. He was a few kilometers outside of Ponyville, having gone out that far to lure his would-be stalker into the open. Of course, that was the only reason. It's not like he did it to intentionally sabotage himself and cause him to be late or anything. That would just be downright despicable.
A rush of air and dust signaled his departure from the field, all four hooves pounding against the ground as he galloped full speed towards town. Mercer raced across the field in record time, shooting past the outer most buildings and a few startled and very confused ponies on their way home for the night. He weaved in and out of alleyways, narrowly avoiding colliding with more than a few trashcans in his haste.
Making a quick turn after stumbling over a small bale of hay, Mercer spotted the building he was looking for. It was a one story cafe, with a few tables and chairs out front for those who wished to dine outside. Of course, thanks to the cold night air, no one sat at them. A sign above the door read "Cafe Demi" in large block letters. There were only three ponies out front, two of them mares and the other a smartly dressed stallion that conversed with them quietly.
The sight of the suit reminded him of what Rainbow Dash had told him earlier. He hit the brakes, digging his hooves in the dirt to slow himself down. Once the dust he kicked up had settled, he looked down at the clothes he had on. Or rather, at the biomass he used to mimic them. Although he liked his current look better, he had technically agreed to wear something more formal. Reluctantly, he shifted his form, changing out of the hoodie and jacket and into an outfit more befitting a gentleman.
Rainbow Dash noticed Mercer first as he approached, anger evident in her eyes. He was almost fifteen minutes late after all. "There you are! We've been waiting forever! Exactly what does 'eight o' clock' mean on your planet anyway? Huh?" Fluttershy looked to see who her friend was yelling at; blushing when she realized it was Mercer.
"Relax. Haven't you ever heard of the term 'fashionably late'? It's basic protocol to show up for a first date at least ten minutes after the original appointed time. For me to actually show up earlier then the allotted time frame would be a violation of social mediums not to mention being incredibly rude." Rainbow's jaw dropped; her expression so priceless it brought an honest-to-God smile to his face. "I may be rusty at this, but even I know that." A giggle behind the mare indicated Fluttershy found that statement just as amusing as he did.
"...You look...nice." Mercer looked down at the blazer and white button up shirt he'd donned in place of his leather jacket. Something vaguely reminiscent of an old memory he couldn't quite recall. Perhaps his chosen attire for his first date with Karen Parker? Or a school event he attended with his sister? With his genetic memory in such a frayed and broken state, he had no hope of remembering any time soon.
"Yeah...you too." He scrutinized Fluttershy's appearance, amazed that one dress could have that many frills. It was a beautiful dress, just not what he expected to see on a quiet pony like her. He could tell a lot of attention and time had gone into getting it all prepared, not including what was spent on her hair, which was styled up in a bun with so many complicated twists and curls he had to shake his head to keep from tracing the mesmerizing strands. Little bows shaped like flowers were scattered about on her head, maybe some last minute addition before she was ushered out the door by the unicorn fashonista he could only assume was the culprit behind this extreme makeover. "Let me guess...Rarity?"
She nodded. "She told me not to slouch...o-or drag my hooves...or get my hair wet...or move too fast..." Her smile grew a little more as she listed off each rule the unicorn had set down.
In a surprising moment of sincerity, Mercer found himself feeling sorry for the yellow Pegasus. "So...basically she didn't want you to move...or be comfortable." Another giggle. "What about you?" He turned to Rainbow Dash, who's far less frilly dress looked almost disgustingly plain in comparison. "Rarity didn't try to put you in a straight-dress?"
"Yeah, but I told her I didn't need to since it wasn't me you were going on a date with." She seemed to finally recover from her momentary shock from all his technical talk, the majority of which he had made up on the spot. "That's not to say she didn't try though. Celestia knows she kept trying to trick me into wearing a ridiculous dress like it was my cute-ceanera again."
"Sounds like a fun afternoon."
"Oh yeah. Tons of fun. Now can we go inside? I skipped dinner for this so I'm starving." She nodded to the stallion that was still standing next to them, who gestured for them to follow him inside. Mercer had forgotten he was there.
"Please come in, I'll show you to your seat."
Mercer stared at the food in front of him, already regretting his decision to just accept their waiter's first recommendation without thinking. It wasn't necessarily a taste thing; he wasn't planning on eating it anyway. But his aesthetic pallet was now being assaulted by the sight before him. Up until now he was under the impression that the only things ponies ate were cupcakes and apple pie, or pretty much anything that was made with apples. But looking at what he'd ordered, he was proven wrong.
From what he could tell, it was some sort of salad. Or, just as possibly, they had given him the scraps by mistake. Either way, it did not look very appetizing. It had some kind of edible bark on top in place of croutons, and instead of lettuce leaves it looked like the chef had just thrown some yard clippings on a plate.
"Is there anything else you would like? Perhaps some artichoke hearts as garnish? Or a sprinkling of edemame to go with the carrot shavings?"
Mercer stifled a gag. "No thanks. This is...fine."
"And you ladies? Is everything satisfactory for you as well?" Rainbow Dash was too busy digging in to her food to reply, but still managed a raised hoof and a shooing motion for an answer. Fluttershy said nothing, merely nodding her head politely and taking a small nibble off her plate. "Terrific! If you have any questions, or just want to talk to me, yell for Vince!" With that, the effeminate stallion took a bow, jovially skipping away to the next table waiting to make their orders.
"Are you gonna eat that, Mercer?" Rainbow asked while pointing to his plate. He shook his head, thoroughly disgusted, and pushed his food over next to hers. She took it greedily, dumping it on her plate and resuming eating.
Fluttershy looked at him questioningly. "You're not hungry?"
He took another look at the food. "Not really..." Thanks to the Blacklight virus he didn't require food anymore. Biomass was his only source of energy now. But even besides that, he never was a vegetable person. Just the thought of things like artichokes always made him feel sick to his stomach.
The next few minutes were filled with nothing but silence, the only exception being the obnoxious sounds Rainbow Dash was making. Fluttershy had barely even taken her eyes off her lap, and the few times she did chance a look at Mercer she would "eep!" and hide her face again. So far, this date was going exactly how he thought it would.
Sighing, he did what he usually did when he got this bored. He zoned out, ignoring his surroundings and focusing on his own thoughts. At least he would have, had the sound of breaking china not interrupted him.
Everyone in the restaurant turned their attention to where the sound came from. One lone waitress stood near the doors to the kitchen, a pile of broken plates at her hooves. She looked completely humiliated as she tried to stammer through an apology to the customer she'd bumped into. A collective sigh filled the large room, like the realization it was only a clumsy waitress was the most relieving piece of knowledge in the world. That interested Mercer.
He scanned the tables around the room, trying to listen in on all the conversations starting back up again for anything that would explain why they were all so on edge. After a moment he caught on to what he wanted to hear from a table nearby, where a mare he couldn't see was talking about some recent developments in Equestrian security.
"...It must have been just frightful to have to deal with that, even for the Princess! They just showed up demanding answers and blaming her for violating the treaty!"
"That sounds just awful! Did they try to attack anyone?" Another mare he couldn't see. From what he could tell already, thanks to what he already knew, he had a pretty good idea of what it is they were talking about.
"I don't know. After that, the Princess asked all except the guards and the dignitaries to leave, so my sister wasn't able to hear what they talked about, but I can imagine it only got worse. Those Gryphons can be scary when they get angry."
"You're telling me. Remember that one that came here and terrorized the town?"
"Mercer?"
"She was the worst. I'm glad they chased her away when they did."
"Mercer."
"If she's anything to go by, a war with them wouldn't end well at all."
"Mercer!"
He was torn away from the conversation when Rainbow Dash finally got his attention by throwing a wadded up napkin at his head.
"Ah-uh-wha-huh?"
Rainbow rolled her eyes. "And Twilight said you were a genius..." Mercer sunk in his seat. "Anyway, I was just telling Fluttershy how you helped egghead find out what that powder stuff that Zecora tried to kill Berry Punch with was."
"Rainbow Dash!"
She seemed surprised at Fluttershy's outburst. "What?"
"You shouldn't use that word so carelessly."
"What word? Kill?"
Fluttershy flinched. "...Yes. That word."
Mercer shared a look with Rainbow Dash, who face hoofed. "...Alright then...the powder stuff that Zecora used to try to get rid of Berry Punch. Is that better?"
She shook her head. "Not really."
Before Rainbow could object to her friend's logic, Mercer interjected. "Speaking of Zecora, have there been any recent sightings of her that you know about?" They stared at him strangely. "...I'm just curious."
Rainbow put her hoof to her chin in thought. "...Not that I've heard of. They had me keep my eye open for her while I was working today but I never saw her."
"Hm. That's unfortunate." He thought about the conversation he'd just overheard. "Do either of you know about what's got everyone so...nervous? Besides the whole Zecora thing, I mean."
This time Fluttershy spoke up. "It's probably what happened to Princess Celestia the other day..."
Rainbow looked confused. "What happened to the princess?"
"You didn't hear? I-I'm sorry, I meant to tell you. I guess I forgot."
She waved a hoof. "It's alright. Just tell me."
"W-well, apparently some dignitaries showed up at the castle demanding to talk to the princess about something. I don't know what it was but I guess they were pretty angry about it because now everypony is talking about a war with the Gryphons." She paused. "A-at least that's what I heard..."
Mercer hid his smirk. A war with the Gryphons. Even though it began by chance, this whole thing with the Gryphons could not be going any better. Now that all this tension has these ponies focused on the conflict between the two lands, he was basically free to do whatever he wanted....as long as he dealt with Zecora first. And as luck would have it, he'd get his chance just a few hours later that very night.
"Mercer!"
He stopped when he heard Rainbow Dash shout his name. He figured she would have followed him; all night she hadn't let him glance away from the table, or Fluttershy, for more than a few seconds without throwing something at his head. After the third loose cutlery bounced off his temple, he figured he'd just sit tight and be attentive. Until just a minute ago when he excused himself to go to the bathroom and instead slipped out the backdoor. Now he was standing in the alley behind the restaurant with an angry mare trying to bore holes in the back of his head with only her eyes.
"Are you really just going to leave right in the middle of your date?" Reluctantly, he turned slowly to face her. "Look, I know you didn't exactly want to come on this date in the first place, but that doesn't mean you can just leave Fluttershy all alone like that!"
"And you coming to follow me is any better?" She dropped her glare, her look of anger turning to one of guilt. "I thought so. Besides, you have no idea what's going on here."
She scowled at him. "I think I know plenty! We were all actually starting to have a good time and you got scared and tried to make a run for it!" Mercer scoffed. "Am I right or not?"
Not. Though it started off slowly, even he had to admit he had begun to have a good time. Or, at least as much of a good time as he could with a boisterous speed freak like Rainbow Dash and a timid mare like Fluttershy. Mercer's mood had even improved enough to where he let a smile or two slip past his normally indifferent façade. He wasn't denying all that. The truth of the matter was that his trying to leave was in no part due to the night he'd had so far. But trying to tell her that was a waste of time, and for the first time tonight that was exactly what he didn't want to do.
"Rainbow, you have to understand when I say this: The reason why I am leaving is not because of you or Fluttershy. There's something important I have to take care of." He turned to leave.
"I'll tell Pinkie Pie." He stopped. "You agreed to go on this date. If you leave now, whether it's because of something important or not, Fluttershy is going to think it's because you don't like her. And if she cries, you'll be breaking your Pinkie Promise."
With great force he fought the urge to strike her. He settled for taking a deep, calming breath instead. "I think Pinkie Pie will understand-"
"Rainbow Dash, why have you not headed my word? Is this monster the reason my warning has gone unheard?"
They both froze, instantly recognizing the accent in that voice. They turned, seeing a shadowy figure standing at the front of the alley. Rainbow backed away a step, fear evident on her face. "Z-Z-Zecora!"
"Do not be afraid, my friend; our broken trust, I will soon mend." She set her gaze on Mercer. "I see you have done well tarnishing my name; but it is you that will ultimately lose this game."
Mercer clenched his teeth. Again with the rhyming. Every time she talks, it's like she's reading from a bad Dr. Seuss book. "Game? I don't know what you're talking about, Zecora." He feigned ignorance. "But I think there are a few people who would like to talk to you about your little psychotic break, or whatever it was that made you want to kill Berry Punch-"
"Do not speak to me in that innocent tone! You know exactly of the crimes you wish to condone!"
Rainbow walked up next to him. "Mercer, what is she talking about?"
"How should I know? She's insane!"
Zecora approached them slowly. "Hear me now, Rainbow, for you must listen; think well on your choices, before you make your decision." She stopped a few yards away from them. "Should you believe his words, he will lead you astray; and if he gets what he wants, it is you who will pay."
Rainbow Dash seemed uncertain. She kept looking from Mercer to Zecora and back, clearly unsure of whom she should believe. Her mouth opened and closed, as if she had forgotten how to speak. "...I-I..." She looked at Mercer pleadingly. "...I-I don't understand..."
He knew that look. That was the kind of look someone got when they were about to do something he wasn't going to like. Not waiting for her to do something stupid, he fed a tendril into the ground from his hoof, pushing it through the loose dirt until it came up just behind her back leg.
"Rainbow Dash, I know this is hard, but you have to know I never meant for you to-Look out!" Just as he shouted it, he lashed out with the tendril, stabbing it into her neck just far enough to keep from killing her. He used it like a hypodermic needle, injecting the Blacklight virus into her bloodstream. Almost immediately she went stiff, falling over onto her side as she began to spasm uncontrollably. Her pupils dilated, growing to such size that it almost appeared as if her eyes were completely black. With a gasp, she let out one, final breath before becoming still.
Mercer retracted the tendril. 'Well, that took longer than expected.' He thought. He turned back to Zecora. 'Time to finish what I started.'
Without having to worry about revealing what he was to Rainbow, he no longer had to hold back. "You've been surprisingly annoying, Miss Zecora. I don't think I've had this much trouble dealing with someone like you since..." Heller. He pushed the thought out of his mind. No more distractions. "Why don't you save me some trouble and just make this quick? For both of our sakes."
"Making this quick is exactly my plan; for your atrocities, I will no longer stand."
"You're braver than you look." He smirked. "Allow me to show you how meaningless that is." Mercer sprung forward, swinging his hoof around and aiming for her head. It would have been a devastating blow, had it actually connected. With agility he never expected from a zebra, Zecora jumped to the side and avoided his attack with ease. When he spun around to face her again he found her holding her hoof up, a small pile of blue powder resting on it. Before he could react, she blew a puff of air on it, shooting the loose material directly into his eyes.
He shut his eyes tight, backing up sharply and slamming his back against the wall of the alley. Growling loudly, he tried to shake his head and rid himself of the stinging particles, but that only succeeded in making it worse.
"Why can't you just die you miserable bitch!?" He managed to wipe enough of the powder out of his eyes to be able to see again, only to catch a glimpse of Zecora holding a bucket in her hooves. "Oh, if you even think about-" Before he could finish, she emptied the contents over his head, and he was once again brought to his knees by the overpowering Bloodtox.
Mercer fought to keep from falling over completely, all of his strength going into propping himself up in a low crouch. All the while this went on, Zecora slowly circled him, watching him struggle against the powder as it quickly sapped his strength. She said nothing, her eyes alone relaying all the hate and pity she held for him.
After what seemed like hours for Mercer, she finally stopped her circling, standing directly in front of him. She leaned back and began searching through her saddlebag, pulling out a strange looking knife after a moments search.
Holding it firmly in hoof, she placed the edge of it against his throat. "Know this, foul creature, before I send you to Death's embrace; this is your own doing, for a life filled with disgrace." With a flick, she slid the blade across his throat, cutting in deeply enough to make him flinch. Before his regenerative powers kicked in, some of the powder fell into the open wound, burning him even more and preventing him from healing it.
In a rage, Mercer managed to pull himself up and throw his body against her, knocking her to the ground and making her drop the knife. When he moved, the powder shifted on his body, a lot of it falling off and lessening the pain he was in. Zecora jumped back to her feet, making a dash for the knife. Mercer intercepted her, grabbing her hoof and flipping her over his shoulder and throwing her farther down the alley. She landed next to Rainbow Dash, groaning quietly while she tried to get back up.
Mercer stood up on his hind legs, holding his fore hooves outstretched at his sides, then bringing them in and slamming them together. The impact created a shockwave that blew the rest of the powder off, as well as scattering any dirt and debris present in the immediate area. With a relieved sigh he allowed his body to stitch the wound in his neck closed, the biomass seamlessly repairing it good as new.
Movement caught his eye, and when he turned his head he saw Zecora charging at him, a small sack filled with more powder held tightly in her jaws. This time he didn't give her the chance to use it; instead he planted his hooves into the dirt and forced large amounts of biomass under the surface. It came up underneath Zecora mid step, massive spikes shooting out of the ground and catching her off guard. The spikes pierced clean through her body, lifting her into the air several feet. He held her there for a few moments before retracting the spikes, letting her body fall back down hard. She coughed violently, spitting blood on the ground and adding to the growing puddle already surrounding her. Unfortunately for her, this wasn't where her suffering was going to end.
He approached her slowly and deliberately, putting on his favorite evil smirk and making a "tsk tsk" noise. "C'mon now, Zecora. With all that you know about me, you had to have known what I'm capable of. A knife? Where I come from, I've survived worse than that."
She took a shaky breath. "True...it was...less humane than what he wanted...but to save these lands...I would not be daunted."
"'He'...so you are working with someone. Who is it? How does he know so much about the virus? About me?"
"...For one so smart...you know nothing...the weight of your ignorance...must be crushing." She gave him a bloodied smile. "I will say this, to ease your fears; the one you seek...is closer than he appears..." With one last cough, she let her head roll back, closing her eyes as the life left her. Mercer could hear her heartbeat grow weaker and weaker, until finally it just stopped. The blood in her body continued to flow out onto the ground, the dirt around her soaking it up greedily.
Zecora was dead. After an annoying amount of trouble, he had killed her. And even better, he had infected Rainbow Dash finally as well. He had finished two of his biggest goals...
And yet he felt nothing. He thought it would bring him joy. Satisfaction. But all he felt was...tired.
A shiver up his spine gave him that feeling of being watched. He let out a breath and turned to look where it came from. He was mildly surprised to see Fluttershy's wide eyed and fearful stare watching him from the doorway to the restaurant. Her eyes shifted down to Zecora's body, then over to Rainbow's, and finally back to Mercer.
"Oh, this is unbelievable..." He groaned. Stepping over the dead zebra, he walked over to where she was frozen in place, grabbing the door and pulling her through it and out into the alley before closing it behind her. "Alright...I..." He let out a sigh. "...am in no mood to try to explain any of this. Just hold still...and don't scream." He held up his hoof.
"Wait!" She reached out and stopped him, a blush reaching her cheeks when she realized she was basically holding his hoof. "...Um..." She looked over at Rainbow Dash. "...I-is she...d-dead?"
Mercer followed her gaze. "Technically...yes." Her face fell. "...Will she get up? Now that's a different question entirely."
Fluttershy looked confused. "...W-what...what do you mean?"
"Well, she's dead in that she's no longer alive. The virus will turn her into something else. She'll still have the same memories...she just won't be herself."
"S-so...sh-she's not...dead. B-but she won't be herself?"
"Exactly. So you won't have to worry any. Now, hold still so I can-"
"W-wait!"
He stopped again. "What is it?"
"Is...Zecora going to...get up too?"
Mercer shook his head. "No. She actually is dead. In fact I'll have to deal with her in a second too so if you don't mind-"
"No, wait!"
"God dammit Fluttershy! If you say wait one more time I am going to string you up like tinsel!" She shrunk back, pressing up against the wall tightly. Seeing her like that gave him a pang of guilt, so he took a breath to calm down. "...Why do you need me to explain any more? I'm about to kill you, what does it matter anyway?"
"W-well...you don't have to...t-to kill me..."
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? So you'll just...forget everything you've seen here?" He gestured to the dead body and her unconscious friend. He asked it rhetorically, but Fluttershy nodded her head regardless. Mercer placed his hoof against his temple. "Fluttershy...do you really expect me to believe that? I can't just let you walk away."
"B-but...what if I...promised not to tell?"
He stared blankly at her. "Yeah...that'll work." He said sarcastically.
She didn't falter. "I could...Pinkie Promise..."
That made him look at her confusedly. "Seriously? You'd Pinkie Promise on something like that?" She nodded. "Why? So we can finish our date?" She blushed again. His eyes went wide. "Oh...my...God..." He continued to stare at her. "No...no, no no no..." Fluttershy was trying her hardest to avoid looking into his eyes. "You're...in love with me." If it was possible for her face to turn any redder, she might join Zecora on the ground. "Jesus...I knew you liked me, but...this is just..." He shook his head "What is this, Disney World? Am I supposed to be the rogue criminal that gets yanked into an adventure with the beautiful princess? This isn't a fairy tale, Fluttershy, this is reality." He took a look at himself, remembering he was a pony in a world where the sun revolved around the Earth. "...Ok, scratch that last part. But my argument still stands!"
She was quiet for a few seconds, until she finally looked up to meet his gaze. "...Beautiful?"
He facehooved. "That's what you took from what I said? Are you kidding me right now?" She shrugged. "...Alright. Enough stalling. I'm sorry to have to do this but-"
"W-wait! You can't!" Mercer scoffed. "I-I mean...you wouldn't want to..."
"Why the hell not?"
"Because if you...kill me, then somepony would notice I was gone. And Rainbow Dash..."
"I think Rainbow Dash is going to have bigger problems on her hands-hooves-when she wakes up. You missing will be the least of her worries. Besides, I can just blame it on Zecora if I have to. It's not like she's gonna say otherwise." Her dejected look told him she was out of ideas to justify not killing her. "Just accept it Fluttershy. This whole thing is amusing, but that's no reason to draw it out any longer."
"But...but I..." Mercer shifted to his claws power, much to her surprise, and raised them up to strike. She flinched away. "But I...can help you." Still flinching, she waited for the end to come. When it didn't, she looked up at him to see he was watching her intently.
"...Just how in love with me are you?"
"...I...I wouldn't say...love...b-but, if what I've learned about you is anything to go by..." She stood up slowly. "...I know you're good Mercer. You're kind and gentle, even if you won't admit it to anypony. Pinkie and I can see it...that's why she trusts you so much...that's why I trust you so much." She took a few steps towards him. "Even if you...got rid of Zecora, if you told me it was for a good reason...I'd believe you."
"Hmm..." This was getting stranger and stranger. She just saw him commit a murder, and yet she's still willing to believe he's good? He knew love was blind, but this was just insane. But maybe she was right...maybe she could help him. "...How...gullible would you say Rainbow Dash is?"
She thought about it. "I-I suppose...she has been willing to believe the...occasional fib..."
"...Do you think you could get her to believe something crazy? Like, really crazy?"
She seemed shocked. "M-me!? Uh-y-yeah...I guess..." Her shock turned to hope. "D-does this mean...you're not going to...k-kill me?"
"We'll see. But first things first: go back inside and pay for our dinner. When you're done, leave out the front door and come back around here. I'll tell you what to do from there." She complied, taking one final look at her friend before disappearing through the door. Mercer knew he was taking a big risk trusting her not to talk, but he figured 'What's the worst that can happen?' If she does try to tell someone, he can just kill her. The way he saw it, he didn't have much to lose.
He turned back to Zecora's body. "Now the hard part...how do I make you look like you died by accident?"
"Why the hell are you laughing?"
"I just find it cute. First Pinkie, then Fluttershy. It seems your quite the lady-stallion, Mercer."
"Oh shut up!"
"And you killed Zecora. Finally, the part of the story I've been looking forward to! Quite nice detail, too. I love the way you described the blood soaking into the ground around her. It definitely spiced it up."
"...Why do I get the feeling you tortured small animals as a child?"
"Hehehe...always quick with the wit, aren't you Mercer?"
"Does nothing offend you?"
"Why should it? I know you don't mean it."
"How so?"
"It's just like Fluttershy said in your story: you're kind and gentle, even if you won't admit it."
"I just told you I killed someone. How could you possibly interpret that as kind and gentle?"
"It's all in the fine print."
"What are you talking about?"
"In good time, my friend."
"I'm not your friend."
"On with the story! What happens next?"
"Nothing. I'm not telling you anything more until you give me some answers."
"Like what?"
"Are you the 'he' Zecora spoke of? Were you the one helping her?"
"Why of course not! How could you ever accuse me of such a thing?"
"It's all in the fine print."
"Ahahaha...I see what you did there..."
"If you weren't helping Zecora, then who are you?"
"Ah-ah-ah, not so fast. That's not how this works. You tell me part of the story, I answer a question."
"You are really starting to become a pain in the ass."
"Noted. Continue."
"Alright. Turns out I actually could trust Fluttershy. Just like I told her, she came back around to the alley a few minutes later, and helped me clean up the murder site."
"I thought you wanted it to be an accident."
"She was full of holes! How could I ever make that look like an accident? It was better to just cover everything up and get rid of the body."
"Like the others."
"Yes, like the other-Who's telling this story?"
"So sorry."
"Whatever. Anyway, Fluttershy carried Rainbow Dash back to her cottage and I got to work looking for other candidates."
"Candidates? For what?"
"...My army." |
Ponyville Zero | Bonus!!!! | "I don't need another Mercer running around."
-Colonel Rooks
There wasn't much going on this time of night in Ponyville. It was the middle of the week so the majority of ponies were either heading home or getting ready for bed. Most business owners were locking up for the night, turning away the last few straggling customers and politely informing them to move on their way. Even some of the more popular restaurants that were known for staying open later to cater to couples on their date night were closing up. The only establishment that was still accepting customers was the only bar in town: Lucky's Watering Hole.
"One apple cider, please."
"Coming up."
The bartender grabbed a mug from under the counter, pushing it into the switch on the tap and letting it fill up. With expert flair he levitated an apple and a knife above their heads, the aura from his magic casting a dull glow over his face in the darkly lit bar. He sliced the fruit into thin pieces, avoiding the core, and dropped them into the sweet liquid, pulling the mug away from the tap just as it was about to overflow. Placing it on the counter, the bartender slid it across the smooth surface, sending it on its way to the pony who ordered it.
Nick caught it with ease, stopping it just before it went over the edge. He raised it to his lips, taking a long swig and swallowing it with a satisfied sigh. It hit the spot perfectly, just what he needed after the rough day he'd had. But thank Celestia it meant he could relax finally, even if it was only a little. This harsh tasting beverage couldn't have come at a better time; thanks to all Nick's hard work, he was going to make rent this month.
It came as a huge relief to him, too. He was beginning to fear he was going to get kicked out of his place. He'd already been late on rent the last three months in a row now; he wasn't looking forward to what his landlord would have yelled at him this time had he not had the money to pay him. Again.
He took another drink. It felt a little off for Nick to be sitting at a bar this late at night, mostly because of how he imagined it made him look. Only the more hardcore drunks tended to stay this late before a work day. He wasn't at all a drunk; he couldn't even remember the last time he'd drank enough to feel buzzed, let alone plastered like some of these lost souls in here tonight.
"Sweet Celestia! How many times have I told you Pierce, the bathrooms are around back! And no, you cannot 'take a leak' in the bushes next to the building! What are you, an animal?"
Nick turned his head to see the bartender futilely trying to explain to the pony standing in the doorway where he was allowed to relieve himself. It was obvious the stallion was drunk; even standing still he swayed back and forth unsteadily. Looking at the drunken pony Nick couldn't help but think he looked familiar.
"Aww, c'mon Duke! Ya gotta talk slower; I don't know what in the hay yer talkin' about..." He slurred his words as he spoke, swaying over to the right and losing his balance for a second. It seemed talking took too much of his concentration away from keeping himself upright.
Then it hit him where Nick knew the poor drunkard. A few months ago he'd taken a job out at Sweet Apple Acres to help Big Mac finish up picking the last apples of the season. He'd only worked there for a week and he'd found the pony passed out behind a tree four times. He was an impossible lush, but harmless, so most ponies just left him alone. Pierce Hunk was his name. At least that was his official title. Now most ponies just called him Pierce Hunk the Hopeless Drunk, or when they were feeling especially vicious, Stupid Asshole. As in "Quit pissing on my azaleas, you stupid asshole!" That one was heard surprisingly frequently.
Nick shook his head and returned his attention back to his drink. When he tried to take another sip his shoulder flared up in pain, his hoof shaking in a spasm strong enough to make him spill the contents of his mug. He gritted his teeth and waited for the pain to subside. Earlier he'd hurt it when he slipped off a ladder while repainting a building at the edge of town. It was why his day was particularly rough; since he wasn't able to move it much, his construction job later this evening took twice as long as it should of. That's what he gets for scheduling two different contracts so close together.
"Need any help there?"
The sudden voice startled him, mostly because he was intent on soothing his aching shoulder but also because of the feminine sound of the pony that asked him. He turned his head and saw the smiling face of one of the most beautiful mares he'd ever seen staring back at him. His jaw went slack, the pain in his shoulder temporarily forgotten.
She giggled at his expression. "You ok? You look like you just saw a ghost."
"Or an angel..." He muttered under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing!"
She raised an eyebrow at him, the smile never leaving her face. She nodded at his spilled drink. "What were you having?"
"What? Oh! Uh...I-I was..." He stumbled over his words. "...Um, cider." He finally managed to finish, albeit a bit timidly.
Without hesitation she looked to the bartender and raised her hoof to get his attention. "Two apple ciders over here, please." The stallion nodded, pulling out two more mugs and going about preparing the order.
Nick was dumbfounded. This mare, this absolutely gorgeous mare, was ordering him a drink. If it weren't for the excruciating pain he was currently in, he would swear he was dreaming.
She noticed his discomfort. "What's wrong with your shoulder?"
"I um...slipped...off a ladder..." He let his head drop in embarrassment. "Because I forgot you're not supposed to stand on the very top unless someone is holding it steady for you..."
"Aw, you poor baby. Does it hurt?"
He choked a little. It almost seemed like she was...flirting with him just then. "Oh, no...I can hardly even feel it." He tried to give her a brave face just as it flared up again, causing his smile to look more creepy then brave.
The mare reached over and began rubbing his shoulder for him. "There...does that feel better?"
His reply was to let out a series of unintelligible noises that he had intended to be some form of cognitive speech. Despite how moronic it sounded, it still made her giggle. Was this mare for real? Was this really happening? He couldn't believe it.
The bartender chose just that moment to bring their drinks over to them, a large smirk appearing on his face when he noticed that her hoof was still rubbing his shoulder slowly. He scoffed and walked away, shaking his head like he saw that sort of thing a lot. The mare picked up her mug and brought it to her lips, tilting the bottom up and draining the whole thing in one go. She set it back down lightly and wiped her mouth of the excess cider still on her lips. When she noticed him staring, she blushed.
"Did you see something you like?"
Nick blinked slowly. "...Yeah..." She giggled at him. "I-I mean...uh...yeah..." He face hoofed.
Sensing his humiliation, she pushed the remaining mug towards him. "Here, why don't you take a drink? It might help you relax."
He nodded, doing as she said. After he had drunk the contents of it, she ordered two more. They toasted and downed them quickly, laughing together at how much faster she was at drinking.
The night continued in that fashion, every round that came their way was finished with ease, replaced immediately by the next one. Thanks to the heavy doses of liquid courage, Nick found it immensely easier to talk to her without sounding like an idiot. And even if he did manage to say something strange, it didn't seem to matter to her. At one point his shoulder started acting up again, and he had to take a few breaths to help with the pain.
"You know," She took a pause and waited for him to turn his attention back on her. "You don't have to deal with that bad shoulder."
He looked at her curiously. "What do you mean?"
"I mean there's a way you could skip the part where you're in pain."
"There is?"
"Sure. Plus, you wouldn't have to worry about all those little things like jobs or rent. You could just tell your landlord you don't need him anymore."
Nick snorted. "Yeah, that'll be the day."
"I'm serious. You could be part of something bigger." She spoke mysteriously.
He finished off his latest mug of cider, slamming it back down onto the counter with a loud thud. "That sounds great. If they really had something like that, I'd sign up in a heartbeat. If it meant no more dealing with that pompous jackass, I'd agree to anything." He laughed to himself.
"Well now. That is interesting." She narrowed her eyes a little as she studied him.
When the time for last call came around hours later, he almost couldn't believe it. This mare he had just met tonight was actually still there. She seemed to actually be interested in him, not just as more then somepony she could trick into paying her tab.
"Well, I guess it's time to go then." She got up from her seat and began digging through the saddlebags he had only just now realized she was wearing. She tossed a small bag of bits on the counter and said "Thank you" to the bartender. Nick started to reach for his bag of bits before she stopped him. "Don't worry about it there, stallion. I'll get your tab too if you agree to walk me home." She gave him a wink.
"...Okay..." Nick tried to get up but lost his balance, forcing him to grab onto the counter for support. Uh oh, he may have drank too much. There was only one way to know for sure. Let's see...he couldn't see straight, couldn't stand on his own, and he couldn't remember what the topics of their conversation had been about. Yep, he was most definitely drunk. "Hehe...I uh...I think you might have to walk me home."
She smirked at him. "Even better."
Nick let go of the counter and tried to take another step, but this time when he almost fell his new companion pushed herself up against his side to keep him from falling. He had to admit, even though this mare was drop dead beautiful, something about leaning up against her felt weird. He couldn't figure it out. It was like something inside him was saying this wasn't right. He shook it out of his head, blaming it on the alcohol coursing through his system.
Once they were outside, he looked to his right expecting to see Pierce urinating on the bushes outside the building, as he usually was this early in the morning. He was surprised to see that the drunk was nowhere in sight.
"Huh...that's weird..."
"What is?"
"...nothing. Never mind." Nick looked down to both ends of the street they were on. "So where is it that you live then Miss..." He drew a blank. "...You know, I don't think I actually got your name."
She smiled at him politely. "Berry. Berry Punch."
He smiled back. "Hello Miss Berry Punch. My name is Nick Flash. It's a pleasure to meet you." |
Ponyville Zero | Mister Grumpy-Boss pants | "They think they are in control? They have no idea what I'm capable of."
-Alex Mercer
The sound of hoof steps echoed off the walls as two stallions quietly conversed amongst themselves, speaking in low voices so as not to be overheard. The cold air of the night flowed over what little fur actually showed through the gaps in their armor, chilling them down to the white skin underneath. They paid it no attention, years of nightly patrols around the castle gardens giving them thick-skinned immunity to the biting wind. They stopped walking when they got to a gap in the foliage that allowed them a view of the horizon, small smiles adorning their faces as they beheld the tell-tale signs of the sunrise. Only a few more hours until the change of guards, and then they could finally relax and get the sleep they so desperately needed. Stifling yawns, they continued once more, heading to the next area of their patrol route. They showed mild surprise when they noticed their superior officer approaching them, stepping to the side to give him a sharp salute as he walked by.
"Captain!" They said in practiced unison.
Shining Armor nodded curtly, acknowledging them so they could continue with their patrols. He heaved a heavy sigh once they were out of earshot. He'd had a rough night, which he blamed completely on the large stacks of paperwork that had sat on his desk for the last few months. After repeated requests he finally decided to stop procrastinating and finish it all, a task that took up all of his time over the last week and then some.
He yawned loudly, not caring if anyone in the vicinity could hear him. The only other living creature besides himself, a small Blue Jay perched on a nearby statue, gave no reaction other than to chirp and continue preening its feathers. Shining smiled softly.
"Captain Armor, sir!"
The smile dropped from his face. He turned around slowly, scowling sharply as he growled "What is it, Lieutenant?"
The guard was unfazed by his hostility. "Sir, her Highness has requested your presence in her study right away."
"Can't it wait?"
"She said it was urgent, sir."
Shining clenched his teeth. "...Did she say what it was she wished to discuss with me?"
"No sir. She only instructed me to retrieve you. I know nothing about the matter she wishes to speak to you about...sir."
He sighed. "Alright...you're dismissed." The lieutenant saluted. "At ease."
As he watched the guard leave, he thought about how mad his wife was going to be when he got back after sunset for the fifth day in a row. Cadance knew what she was getting into when she married the Captain of the Guard, so a divorce was the last thing he was worried about. That being said, it didn't mean she wasn't above long periods of silence followed by even longer periods of him sleeping on the couch. What was even worse was that tonight was supposed to be the night they performed their "marital duties" for the first time in a month. She was already fairly stressed out thanks to his lack of participation in said duties, and, as she put it, since she was the Princess of Love, she had an obligation to spread love wherever she goes. But in order for her to "give" love, she must first "make" it. And as any adolescent colt could tell you, that was a two pony job.
Speaking of princesses, he had his own obligations to fulfill. Cadance will just have to deal with the fact that she wasn't the only princess he had to answer to.
Taking one last look at the tower his and Cadance's chambers were in, Shining Armor reluctantly turned around and headed back in the direction he came from, a small sigh escaping his lips while he mumbled disappointedly.
The door to Celestia's study flew open, slamming against the wall and startling Philomena, who had been sleeping peacefully with her head under her wing.
"Alright Celestia, what the hay is it that's so important you had to interrupt what may just be the last chance I have at maritals for the next few weeks!?"
Shining's direct and fairly rude outburst didn't surprise Celestia at all. The sun goddess slowly took off her reading glasses with her magic and set them along with the book she had been enjoying down on the desk. "My, Shining, you sure have come a long way to be so bold as to speak to me in such a rude manner."
He huffed indignantly. "You're the one who told me I could address you less formally now that I'm married to your niece."
Celestia chuckled. "Yes, I did say that." She stood up from the seat she was in, walking over to a shelf on the side of the room and grabbing a scroll off of it with her magic. The door behind Shining glowed as Celestia shut it softly. Suddenly becoming serious, she handed him the scroll once she was sure no one could hear them. "The reason I called you up here is because of some worrying news I've received from your sister."
"Twily? What did she say?" He opened the scroll and began reading it over quickly.
"She speaks of a friend of hers that had recently become, as she put it, 'mentally unstable', and attempted to kill a pony in broad daylight." She paused a second so he could catch up to that part in the letter. "She was very shaken to discover one of her friends had done something so cruel, and wasn't sure if it warranted a full friendship report, so she sent me a more personal letter to ask me how she should handle the matter."
Shining Armor shook his head. "Poor Twily...but what does this have to do with me?"
Celestia sighed. "It's the friend she was speaking of." She pointed a hoof on the paper. "'Zecora'."
Shining squinted at the name. "...Yeah...I remember Twilight telling me about her. Why does that matter? So she's a killer, it's not anything that hasn't been dealt with before."
"Zecora is, in fact, no killer. She is a kind, gentle zebra, who wouldn't harm a fly unless it was in the best interest of others."
He raised an eyebrow. "And you would know this because?"
"She is an old friend of mine."
"Princess, I still don't see what this has to do with-"
"Zecora was acting under my orders when she attempted to kill that pony."
Shining took a step back. "P-P-Princess?"
"Relax, Shining Armor, I didn't tell her directly. She was following her own leads when she did it. But I believe there is more to this story then Twilight knows."
"What do you mean?"
Celestia didn't reply right away. She stared at the wall for a moment, as if she was trying to see all the way to Ponyville from that room. "...Zecora has been investigating a possible threat to Equestria by my request. It is my belief her actions were due to a lead she has been unable to relay to me."
"Princess...why have you not told me of this sooner?"
"I was hoping I wouldn't need to...but that was wrong of me. Now I am afraid I may have made things worse." She walked up to Shining Armor and placed her hoof on his shoulder. "That is why I need your help now. The threat I spoke of is a pony, one who is unlike any other you or even I have ever encountered. He is responsible for the attacks the Gryphon dignitaries blamed on me."
Shining Armor gave the letter back to Celestia. "Don't worry princess, I'll gather my best guards and head to Ponyville to stop him right away-"
She held up her hoof, stopping him midsentence. "No, you can't do that, Shining. I have it on good authority this pony is more dangerous than we can understand. For whatever reason, he has decided to lay low, but I fear it won't last if he knows he has been found out."
He thought a moment. "Then we need to find Zecora. Whatever information she has might be vital to stopping him. Where is she now?"
Celestia shook her head. "I'm afraid I don't know. I stopped receiving word from her some time before Twilight sent me this letter."
Shining turned to leave. "Alright. I'll send a handful of guards to Ponyville to look for her. As long as everypony thinks they're only there for that reason he won't be any wiser to our plans."
The princess smiled at him. "Thank you, Shining Armor. I should have left this matter to you in the first place. I'm sorry for having to trouble you with this at such a bad time." Her smile turned to a smirk. "If you wish, you can have a few days off to catch up on your 'maritals' with my niece."
He stopped with his hoof on the door handle. Without turning around, so as to avoid showing her the blush growing across his face, he mumbled "...Yeahsurewhatever..." before opening the door and stepping through. "Oh, wait!" He stuck his head back into the room before the door closed all the way. "What is this pony's name?"
Celestia narrowed her eyes. "Alex Mercer."
Nick scratched his head with his hoof, more out of boredom then for relief. He'd been standing in the same spot doing nothing for the last hour, the itch in his wings for some excitement making him more than a little fidgety. He wasn't used to being still for this long. Usually he was busy with a job, or looking for another job, or worrying about finding another job. "Lazy" just wasn't ever a word he accepted in his dictionary.
He cursed himself silently. Yesterday was as eventful as any, and had it gone his way, might have ended with him getting lucky. But it didn't go his way, and now he was left with even more problems than before, so finding another job no longer held any priority for him.
"Would you quit sighing? You're getting on my nerves."
"Sorry..."
Oh, that's right. And he was standing in a house that wasn't his with a pony that had pretended to be a beautiful mare to trick him into taking him back to his place. Thankfully he removed his disguise before Nick's attempt at foreplay reached a level that would make things awkward for the both of them, and when he pulled his head out of the puddle of vomit he'd passed out in the next morning, he found that the strange pony was still there, sitting on the couch patiently waiting so he could explain the reason behind his deceit.
"Who....who the hay are you?"
"Don't you remember me? You walked me home last night."
"...Oh Celestia...I didn't think I was that drunk..."
"You were. You were barely able to stand."
"...I could have sworn you were a mare..."
"I was."
"Wh...what?"
"Do you remember what I said last night? About how you could be part of something bigger?"
"...Uuuuh..."
"Hehehe...I'm sure it will come to you. Now, why don't you go clean yourself up? We have a lot to talk about."
It hadn't been the best ending to the night, but it almost made sense. He should have known that mare wasn't legit; the entire night had been one clue after another, and yet he missed every one of them. The way she talked and acted, the sheer volume of alcohol she could put back without getting tipsy, not to mention the fact she actually talked to him in the first place. He wasn't the worst looking stallion, but even he had to admit a mare like that was well out of his league. Although, now that he thought of it, it was sort of an unfair advantage that Mercer could just alter his appearance and make his disguise more attractive. That's like fishing for trout in a bucket.
Nick may not remember much about last night, but he sure remembered a lot from this morning. At first he was confused with what Mercer was saying; all his talk of viruses and superpony abilities seemed way too farfetched to be true. It was just a little much all at once. But some of Mercer's points struck a chord with Nick. Call him selfish, but he would be lying if he said the idea of having superpowers wasn't appealing to him. Plus, if this strange pony wanted to help everypony, it couldn't hurt to volunteer his services, right?
At least that was the thought process that got Nick to convince himself all this was a good idea. By the time he realized he may have acted a bit thoughtlessly, he was already about twelve hours too late to turn back. Nick wasn't stupid; he figured out that Mercer was going to infect him with the Blacklight virus from the moment he walked up to him in the bar. He was doomed before he ever even said his first "Um".
Nick stretched his shoulder, rotating it in a circle a few times to test its flexibility. His shoulder didn't hurt anymore. Good thing something about this mess was working out for him.
"...Ugh...Z...Zecora...what did you...why..."
The attention of all three ponies in the room snapped to the unconscious rainbow headed mare lying on the bed. She was mumbling in her sleep, shivering and reaching her hooves out to pull the covers over her that she had long since kicked onto the floor. A wave of tendrils wound its way up her body as her frustration grew. Fluttershy made a move to help her friend, but Mercer stopped her, grabbing her shoulder and shaking his head. Rainbow continued to mumble incoherently, but she finally stopped groping for a blanket, settling for just curling up in a ball and shivering herself back to slightly more restful sleep.
"Is she...is she going to be alright?" Fluttershy was in tears as she asked, never tearing her eyes away from the other Pegasus.
Mercer shrugged. "Maybe. I can't be completely sure. I've had plenty of practice turning people into Evolved, but I've never done this sort of thing on a pony before now."
Nick raised an eyebrow at that. "What is that supposed to mean? Are you saying you had no idea what you were doing this morning when you infected me?"
"I'm saying I haven't exactly had much time to test out the effects of the virus on the equine biology."
"So we're your test subjects now?"
"If you wanna look at it that way, it's fine by me."
"Jackass..."
"What was that?"
"I called you a jackass."
"I know, I just wanted to see if you actually had the balls to say it again." Mercer raised his hoof and smacked Nick in the back of the head. "Now shut the fuck up, ponyboy."
"Um...Mercer...your Pinkie Promise..."
"What? Oh, right..."
Silence fell on the room, creating that all too familiar quite awkwardness that stems from lack of conversation. Nick rubbed his head, casting a glare towards Mercer, who pretended not to notice it. Fluttershy stood between them, hiding her face behind her long hair and sneaking glances at the hooded pony standing next to her. Rainbow Dash had begun to shiver again, a few tendrils snaking across her back and making her wings flex slightly. Mercer was watching her intently, his eyes scanning her body for signs of the virus working its magic. It was too early to tell at this point, he wasn't joking when he'd said he wasn't sure. Since he'd had to act quickly back in the alley, he wasn't completely sure he'd given her the right strain of the virus. Out of the fourteen he had a choice of, at least ten different strains of Blacklight were lethal to a creature with such a small stature. He was usually able to improve the chances of survival by manipulating the virus directly, but that required extended physical contact, which he didn't have time for while he was dealing with Zecora.
All he could do now was stand by, watch, and hope the virus ravaging every cell in Rainbow Dash's body didn't ultimately kill her, which he was genuinely not interested in happening. No point in going through all this pony induced mental trauma just to kill her.
To his right, Mercer heard an agitated sigh and a low grumble from Nick, who had navigated over to the window and was now staring out at the gardens surrounding Fluttershy's cottage.
"Are you not having any fun, Mr. Flash?"
"What do you think, Mercer? I've had more fun sorting pebbles at the Pie's rock farm."
"Then why don't you go with Pierce to look for more candidates? It might be a better use of both our times."
Finally agreeing with something Mercer said for the first time since they'd met, Nick ignored the polite usage of the phrase "Just get out of here and stop wasting my time" and briskly made a beeline for the exit. When he opened the door, he paused just a second to yell back "And next time, if you want to spend some alone time with Fluttershy, you can just tell me, you know" before he ran out and slammed the door behind him.
Mercer growled in annoyance. Fluttershy fainted.
Once outside, Nick took in a deep breath of fresh air, glad to finally be able to stretch his legs properly. He rolled his shoulders, expecting to hear a popping sound but getting nothing instead. His confusion was short lived when he remembered Mercer's explanation of how the virus worked. He chuckled lightly. That's right; he no longer had a skeletal structure. No bones, no popping joints.
That reminded him of a question he'd been meaning to ask. Mercer had claimed the virus also took away his internal organs. How exactly was he able to take in a deep breath anyway? He didn't have lungs anymore. He would have to keep that in mind for later. He certainly wasn't going back in there just to find out.
Nick walked to the end of the path leading away from Fluttershy's cottage, admiring the multitude of flowers carefully planted alongside it. They bordered the edge all the way to the colorful mailbox at the end, which had even more blossoming at the base of the post. He thought it was ironic that Mercer had chosen this place to hide out while they waited for Rainbow Dash to wake up. The area was bright and happy, while he himself was dark and gloomy. As well as being kind of a jackass.
Standing at the mailbox, Nick looked around for the grey, blonde headed pony that was supposed to be guarding the pathway so nopony would barge in on the questionable situation inside the house. When he saw no one waiting for him, he took in a breath and prepared to call out. What he didn't prepare for was a voice to suddenly appear from beside him and say "Looking for someone?"
"Sweet Celestia!" Nick nearly jumped out of his skin, backing away quickly and knocking over the mailbox. "Dear Luna, Pierce, you scared the Tartarus out of me!"
Pierce chuckled. "Sorry about that, didn't think you were so skittish."
"I'm not skittish...you just...caught me off guard."
"Of course."
"Where did you come from anyway? And why are you sneaking around?"
"I wasn't sneaking, and I've been here the whole time."
"Really? I didn't see you."
"I get that a lot. Just a perk of being a notorious drunk."
"I guess so..." Yes, the pony Nick was now talking to was indeed the same drunk trying to find the bathroom last night. Turns out Mercer had gotten to him before coming into the bar. "I would have thought you'd be passed out in the bushes or something...no offense."
Pierce was a light grey Earth pony, with nearly bleach blonde hair and pale yellow eyes. He was old enough to be Nick's father, yet he had no kids that Nick knew of. Nick wasn't even sure the guy had ever been married. As long as he's ever known him, he was always a lonely, pathetic drunk. "Hehehe...none taken, and I wouldn't do that to ya. Besides, I haven't had a drink since my little talk with Mercer last night. For the first time in a few days, I'm sober as a bird."
"Good for you. I'm actually proud. You've come a long way from pissing in flower pots."
Pierce beamed. "Thank you, thank you."
The two shared a laugh. "Alright, enough jokes. Mercer wants us to search for new ponies. Where do you think we should start?"
Without hesitation, Pierce said "I don't know about you, but I could go for a drink."
Nick nodded. "The bar it is."
They set off across the field to Ponyville, neither intending to do what Mercer had ordered them to do. The day was still young, so the sky was as bright and blue as it usually was over the town. The weather ponies had decided to go light on the clouds today, so the sun shone through with full force. The exact definition of a good day.
The two walked in silence for the first half of the trip, but as it turned out, silence was something Pierce was as comfortable with as Nick was. "So, Mr. Nick Flash, what is it that got you to accept Mercer's offer?" He asked innocently.
"He offered me a giant bag of candy. How could I say no?"
"Seriously."
Nick exhaled. "I don't know. When I was hung over it seemed more appealing."
The other pony shook his head. "I've been there. Sometimes it just seems better because it's a way out from what you're feeling inside."
Nick's eyebrows rose. "Whoa, that was deep! Are you a poet?"
The older pony laughed. "Maybe one time. Not anymore though."
They were nearing the outskirts of Ponyville. The sound of fillies and colts playing could be heard from somewhere nearby. "What about you? What made you want to join Mister Grumpy-Boss Pants?"
Pierce's smile faded. He was quiet for a long moment, taking his time to form what was apparently a tough explanation. It seemed his reason for joining was a lot more complicated than Nick's "I just joined because my head hurt".
Finally, the older pony spoke. "...Mercer may be a bit of a hothead, but already he's helped me more than I can say." He paused. "...I'm sure this may come at a surprise to you, but I haven't always been a careless, idiotic drunkard. Years ago, I actually turned away from the drink. I preferred to see life through clear eyes." Nick had stopped walking, his full attention now on Pierce. He could tell when a pony was about to bare his soul. "I appreciated life back then. Never wasted a day if I could help it."
"...I feel like something bad is gonna happen in this story."
There was another pause. "...Do you remember that storm we had years back? The big one that came knocking on Ponyville's front door?"
Nick nodded his head. Of course he remembered. That was the storm that got Nick his cutie mark. It came from the Everfree forest, where the weather has always been unpredictable. It was a bad one too, and it threatened to tear Ponyville to pieces. None of the other Pegusi were able to even slow it down, except for Nick. He still wasn't completely sure how he did it, getting struck by lightning kind of left him fuzzy on the details, but he was somehow able to stop it before it could get any closer to town. "Yeah, I remember it. How could I forget?"
"A lot of ponies say the same thing. That storm was one of the scariest things that have happened around here besides that Nightmare Moon appearance a few years ago. It didn't quite make it here, but it was close enough to take down more than a few houses."
Nick agreed. "There weren't that many ponies that got hurt. Most ponies just got a few bruises here and there. I remember there was only one pony that was in critical condition. Some mare named Silver Force I think-Oh..." The realization hit Nick pretty hard. "Don't tell me-"
"She was my wife."
Just like that the conversation turned awkward. Nick had no idea what to say. That storm was horrible to say the least, yet it had brought one of the happiest days of his life. He had saved Ponyville and gotten his cutie mark doing so. Yet it had never occurred to him how other ponies would remember it. For Pierce, it wasn't the day Ponyville was almost destroyed; it was the day his wife had died.
A tear fell from the stallion's pale yellow eye. "We were helping some fillies find their mothers. She heard crying inside of a house nearby, and went to help..." He swallowed a lump down before continuing. "...It was a cat. Just a stupid, confused cat. She went in to rescue a damn cat..." He was crying now, thick tears streaming down his cheeks and falling to the dirt at his hooves. "The house came down on top of her. It happened so fast; I can still remember the sound of the wood giving in to the wind..."
Nick still couldn't say anything. He was stuck standing there, opening and closing his mouth soundlessly, looking much like a fish out of water. Pierce wiped his cheeks with his hoof, only to have more tears replace what he had wiped away. "For all these years, I haven't been able to let it go. I blamed myself, though I don't really know why. I've spent the last decade drinking myself into a stupor, hoping one day I would be able to wake up and not hate myself completely..."
Finally Nick was able to find his voice again. "I-I'm...I'm so sorry Pierce...I-I...never knew..."
Pierce shook his head. "It's no one's fault, kid. I realize that now. After so long, I've finally been able to move on. Mercer may be a 'Mister Grumpy-Boss pants', and I may not completely trust his motives, but I'd follow him off a cliff at this point. I have a purpose again, something I can fight for. He's given me the one thing that's eluded me for all this time." He began walking again, the tears in his eyes already drying up. "For the first time since that day, I found closure. I loved my wife; I still do, and I always will. But now, I can let go. I can move on. And I have Mister Grumpy-Boss pants to thank for that." A small smile came to his face, and he chuckled. "Not exactly what you expected, eh?"
Nick was still reeling from the confession, as was evident on the stupid look he was giving the other pony. "Uh...y-yeah." Silence once again overcame the two. They continued to walk to the bar, but it now seemed less likely they were actually going to drink when they got there. Nick wasn't sure what to think about Mercer anymore. He was rude and abrupt. Hell, he was a downright asshole most of the time. And that was coming from somepony who had barely known him for half a day. Nick didn't think that Mercer had done it on purpose. It was most likely sheer coincidence, there was no way he could have known all that when he offered Pierce this power. But whatever this misguided adventure of his he was obsessing himself over, it might not be so bad. Mercer might just be inadvertently helping ponies as opposed to his goal of simply hurting them.
The bar finally came into view, the familiar dark colored building where this started almost seeming foreign now. They stopped on the street in front of it, just standing there staring at the sign next to the door that read "Open". Neither made a move to go in. They were both content to just stare blankly at the ponies that came in and out, regardless of the strange looks they got from a few of them.
"Excuse me, sirs. May ask you two a quick question?"
Their attention turned to the owner of the gruff voice, a heavily armored Unicorn with a serious look on his face: a member of the Royal Canterlot Guard.
"Have either of you seen a zebra by the name of Zecora in the last few days? She is wanted for questioning and any information about her whereabouts would be helpful."
Pierce feigned ignorance, shaking his head and saying "A zebra? No, ah don't recall ever runnin' into any zebra in the last few days." He pretended to think. "Could ya be more specific maybe? Was it a white zebra with black stripes, or a black zebra with white stripes?" Pierce was slurring his words together, like he did when he was drunk. Nick bit his lip to keep himself from laughing out loud. "I suppose the search will be a long one, what with all the zebra that keep comin' an' goin' around here. It's a damn disgrace is what it be I tell ya! This place just ain't what it used ta be..." He lowered his head and shook it, stumbling a bit over his own hooves and bumping into the guard. Like hitting a brick wall, Pierce smacked into his armor and slid to the ground, rolling onto his back and staring up at the Unicorn with a glazed look in his eye. "Sorry 'bout that miss. Didn't see ya there fer a second..."
The guard narrowed his eyes. "Damn drunks." He mumbled under his breath. The stallion looked at Nick. "What about you? Have you seen her?"
Nick shook his head quickly. "Nope, haven't seen a thing. What's a zebra? I don't even know. Damn my generation, with all our rock 'n roll and dubstep. We just don't learn things like we used to." He cast a quick glance down to Pierce, who gave him a smile and a wink.
The guard rolled his eyes. "Well if you have any information to offer in the future, contact us immediately. This is very important and your cooperation would be appreciated." He gave one more look to Pierce, who was still playing up the "Drunk unable to get back on his hooves" card like a pro, before brushing past Nick to continue on his search.
"Hey, wait." The Unicorn paused, turning his head to regard Nick out of the corner of his eye. "Could you, uh, tell me what this all about? Is this because of that Berry Punch thing? I didn't think that would warrant divine intervention."
The guard glared at him. "If you're implying that Celestia had anything to do with this, you're mistaken. This sort of thing doesn't happen often; we take it very seriously." With that, he marched away, most likely to interrogate the next pony that happened to be standing in his way.
It was obvious he was lying. Attempted murder may not be very common, but it's not something that needs to be handled by the princess herself. Nick helped Pierce back to his feet and to brush off the dirt from his coat.
"Thanks kid. That was pretty good. What the hell is 'dubstep' anyway?"
"Some weird music craze that started in Canterlot. Was acting drunk really necessary? It's not like he knows who we are."
"I'm known as a drunk around here, if I suddenly start acting sober, it's going to attract a bit of attention. And Mercer wouldn't want that, now would he?" Nick was surprised by that explanation. Pierce was truly an evil genius. "He's lying you know. About Zecora. He's not here to bring her to justice."
Nick nodded. "Whatever they're up to, it's not good. Do you think they know she's dead yet?"
"I wouldn't count on it. Still, this is something Mercer would want to know about. Why don't you head back to let him know what's going on. I'll stick around to find out more."
Nick gave him a salute before spreading his wings and taking off, angling himself over the buildings and heading towards Fluttershy's cottage. As he flew, he kept an eye on the streets below, noticing that there were actually quite a few Canterlot Guards walking about. He was able to count at least seven of them, all spread out around town questioning anypony they came across. They seemed very determined to find Zecora. Whatever it was they thought she could tell them was important.
As his shadow passed overhead, it caught the attention of a Pegasus guard, who narrowed his eyes at the sight of the young stallion quickly heading out of town. Without hesitation he spread his own wings and took flight, staying lower to the ground and flying well behind him to avoid being seen. Once outside of town he landed on a hill and watched the other pony fly to a small cottage just on the edge of the Everfree forest. Noting the suspicious behavior, he began walking to the cottage to see for himself what was being hidden within. |
Ponyville Zero | Mommy Mercer | "I saw what he saw. I know what he knew. His memories are my memories."
-Alex Mercer
"Mo...mommy? I-I...is that...you?"
"No."
"Mommy...I don't feel good..."
"I'm not your mother. And that's not surprising, you do have a virus inside you that is devouring every cell in your body and replicating itself in their place after all."
"I don't think I can go to flight school today..."
"Oh...kay...I don't really know if you even go to school anymore but that's...alright I guess."
"Mommy...can I have a glass of water?"
"Okay, this is getting ridiculous. Fluttershy! She's waking up!"
"Really!?" In a flash, the butter yellow Pegasus was at Rainbow Dash's side, tears in her eyes and a relieved smile plastered on her face. "O-oh, Rainbow, I was so worried! I'm so glad you're okay!" She hugged her friend tightly in a death grip that would make Pinkie Pie want to take classes.
"Wha...F-Fluttershy? Where...where am I?" Rainbow Dash tried to crane her neck to look around the room, but was barely able to move far enough to see anything but pink mane.
Mercer rolled his eyes. "Oh sure, her you recognize..." He reached over and grabbed Rainbows hoof, stretching her leg out to its full length so he could get a better view of it. Switching to infected vision, he scanned her limb to see how far the virus had progressed.
Fluttershy finally let go when she noticed Mercer holding Rainbow's hoof. "Is she alright?"
Without looking away, he replied "She'll live. But she's not quite ready to start moving around just yet. The virus has only converted about eighty percent of her cellular structure to biomass. What's left of her immune system is still fighting off the viral cells, so it might take a few more hours until she's-"
Just then, the door to the cottage flew open, cutting him off. It slammed against the wall and made Fluttershy literally jump in the air, causing her to hit the ceiling and cling to the rafters. It was even enough to make Mercer wince, but he otherwise gave no reaction except to turn his head to look at the idiotic intruder.
"What in the hell is wrong with you, Nick? Were you born with a missing chromosome or something?" Nick was standing in the doorway, a guilty look adorning his face as he surveyed the damaged wall behind the now broken door. When he heard Mercer's voice, he turned his attention back to the hooded pony and walked over to stand next to him by the bed.
"Mercer, I have something to report." He gave an awkward salute, like he wasn't sure what exactly he was supposed to do in this situation.
Mercer raised an eyebrow. "Does it justify you barging in here like a maniac and breaking Fluttershy's door?"
"Yeah, that was...my bad." He looked up. "Sorry about that Fluttershy. Guess I don't really know my own strength yet."
"I-It's okay...it was creaky anyway..."
"Anyhow, Pierce and I were in Ponyville looking for more candidates like you ordered-"
"Really? I figured you two would just go to the bar or something."
"Well, we were, but we never got inside. Look, that doesn't matter. A guard approached us-"
Mercer stiffened. "A guard? What do you mean a guard approached you? What did he say?"
"That's what I'm trying to tell you! He asked us about Zecora!" The room fell silent. Mercer stared off into nothing for a moment, lost in his thoughts. What exactly would they want Zecora for? What are they up to exactly?
Finally he narrowed his eyes at Nick and asked "What did you tell him?"
Nick shook his head. "Nothing. Pierce pretended to be drunk and I played dumb. I don't think he got suspicious of us or anything."
"You don't think he got suspicious?"
"Well, he didn't look it..."
"What did he want Zecora for?"
"He claimed he wanted to ask her some questions about that whole 'attempted murder' thing but it was obvious he was lying. They wouldn't send so many guards here if that's all they wanted."
"There are more? How many of them are there?"
"I counted seven on the way over. There might be more, but I can't be sure."
Mercer brought his hoof up to his chin. "They must really want her then...that means they don't know she's dead yet." He looked over at Rainbow Dash, who was still half awake and muttering something about Spiderpony while staring up at the ceiling. "Go back there and try to find out more about what they're planning."
"Pierce is already on it."
"And that means you can't help him?"
Nick glared. "I suppose not." He turned to leave, but stopped. "Hey, what did you do with Zecora anyway? You told me you killed her, but what did you do with her after-"
"Sssshhhh!" Mercer shushed him, cutting him off mid question.
"What? I was just asking what happened to her body-"
"Shut the hell up!" The white Pegasus closed his mouth, looking around the room to pinpoint just what he was supposed to be shutting up for. Mercer was staring at the doorway, where he knew the sound he'd heard came from. He switched to thermal vision, lighting up the silhouette of a prone equine form hiding behind the wall next to the door. "We've got company."
Wasting no time, Mercer activated Whipfist and sent it flying through the wall at the figure, easily breaking through the wood without slowing down. The pony was quick, jumping out from cover and avoiding his attack. Now out in the open, the spy turned out to be a guard, a midnight colored Pegasus wearing the familiar armor worn by those in the Royal Canterlot Elite. He looked from Mercer to Nick, then to Rainbow Dash. Glaring at all of them, he opened his wings and turned to take off, getting a running start and flapping his wings a few times to get in the air.
There was small boom and large gust of wind as Mercer took off after him, forming his own wings to keep up. He heard Nick yell something behind him but thanks to the rushing air he wasn't quite able to hear what he said. He thought it sounded like "Wait, hold on a second!"
The ground rushed by quickly beneath him as he caught up to the fleeing Pegasus. Mercer gave a big push with his wings and shot forward, holding out his hooves to grab the other pony before he got any farther. Unfortunately his grapple never made contact as the Pegasus tucked in his wings and made a perfect barrel roll to the right, easily putting him out of harm's way. Mercer shook off the failed attempt and continued his pursuit, determined to catch this pony before he got any closer to town.
His next attempt to take down the guard was met with a bit of success when he managed to get in front of the pony and force him into turning around. Mercer could smell the sweat coming off the ponies head after one of his claws nearly took it off, but the fact he was still unharmed made the Prototype curse silently. The game of cat and mouse that followed made Mercer realize just how soft he'd become when it came to fighting these ponies. He was used to taking out unarmed or ill-trained ponies, and so far the toughest opponents he'd gone up against in a while were those Gryphon spies that had been stalking him. But it was becoming apparent that these Canterlot Guards didn't mess around. Mercer wasn't going to be able to half-ass his way through this fight.
After a few more dodges and a well-placed kick that only made Mercer growl in annoyance, the Pegasus finally made the mistake Mercer had been waiting for. When Mercer tried to grab the guard again, he twisted out of it and tried to kick himself away using Mercer's face as a springboard. But that meant leaving his belly exposed; a temporary vulnerability that might ultimately cost him his life. Before he could jump away, Mercer grabbed his back leg and pulled him back, spinning his body around and kicking him in the stomach, sending him rocketing to the field below. He slammed into the ground hard enough to knock the breath out of his lungs, making him gasp and choke pathetically as he tried to get it back. Mercer descended slowly and landed a few yards away from him, watching carefully as the Pegasus managed to get air in his body and stand to his feet again.
The guard wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth. "You're well trained...I wouldn't expect this much resistance from a pony who wasn't sure of his own strength...I assume you're the one we're looking for."
"That assumption is well founded. They really know how to train them over in Canterlot, don't they?"
"Alex Mercer...you don't realize just how much trouble you're in."
"Story of my life." The sound of flapping alerted Mercer someone else was arriving on the scene. Though he didn't turn his head to look, preferring to keep his eyes locked on the guard in front of him, he knew it was Nick.
"I see you...uh...caught up to the target..."
"You have a firm grasp of the obvious, Mr. Flash."
"So how are we going to do this? Should I circle around and flank him while you create a distraction-"
Mercer held up a hoof. "Nick, even if you hadn't just said all that out loud in front of the enemy, it would still be a moronic and utterly useless plan."
Nick rolled his eyes. "Then what do you think we should do?"
"We aren't doing anything, and you are going to stand there and not get in my way. I'm taking care of him myself." He took a step forward and shifted to his Blade power, swinging it out to the side and holding it horizontal to the ground. With a quick hop, he launched himself right at the armored pony, swinging the blade at him once he got within range. Nimbly, the other pony jumped to the side, dodging the attack and countering with a strong kick. Mercer ducked it, backed up a step, and swung the blade again, cursing when the guard pony once again evaded it.
With a smirk on his face, the guard spat on the ground at his hooves. "We were warned not to engage in a fight with you. We were told you were too dangerous to take on in one on one combat. However, it seems our Captain's caution was for not, for I have yet to see any real skill or power from you that would justify his concern."
Mercer snarled. "What did you just say!?" He jumped at him again, thrusting his blade forward and aiming for the guard's heart. When the pony sidestepped it, he brought the tip down, sticking it into the dirt and using his momentum to swing in a circle on it and kick out with his back legs. The kick connected, resulting in a loud metal clang as the armor dented inwards, pushing the guard back a few feet and throwing him off balance. Without slowing down, Mercer pulled the blade out of the ground and swiveled around for another swing, sure that this time he would hit flesh and shut the pony up for good. What he didn't expect was his blade to suddenly deflect off something metal and bounce away, putting the other pony out of harm's reach yet again.
The guard backed off, holding the circular saw-like blade attached to his front hoof up defensively as he gained some distance from Mercer. Once he did so, he inspected the damage to his armor from the corner of his eye, narrowing them when he saw the massive dent tarnishing his magic armor. "It seems I spoke a bit early." To Mercer's surprise the dent in his armor began to crinkle and pop, like someone was blowing air into a paper bag, until it disappeared completely, leaving behind no trace that it had ever been there at all. "Alex Mercer...from what I've heard and now what I've seen, I'm positive that our search for Zecora will be in vain. And since I can only assume it is your doing, I have no other choice." He brought his other hoof up, letting an identical retractable blade shoot out of its sheathing and lock in place with a click. "In the name of the crown, her Majesty Princess Celestia, I, Storm Shade, will strike you down today and end this madness before you bring harm to anypony else!"
Mercer scoffed, bringing his own blade up in a similar, mocking fashion. "My, what wishful thinking you have."
The two rushed each other, colliding weapons first in a chorus of ringing metal and beastly snarls. They attacked, blocked, parried and evaded, throwing every bit of their combat knowledge and close quarters prowess into the fight. It was a brutal affair, neither party afraid or reluctant to wear all the hatred and anger they felt for the other out on their sleeves.
Well, one of them anyway. This was the first real fight Mercer had been in since his fateful showdown with Heller. The others he'd had since could hardly even be called skirmishes. He'd caught Berry Punch and those adolescent Gryphons off guard, and Zecora was hardly a match, despite her heavy use of Poison Joke infused Bloodtox. Even the Gryphon spies he'd killed stood no chance against him. But the skill and ferocity of a member of the Royal Canterlot Guard was so great, even he had to admit there was a chance he could lose this battle.
And he was loving it. With every swing and stab, every block and counter, the wicked smile on Mercer's face grew more and more. Even when Storm Shade managed to slip past his defense and score a good slice across his chest, Mercer barely registered the pain. He simply kicked the pony with his left hoof and slashed out with his right, barely cutting through his armor and leaving a shallow gash on his left side. Storm growled at the stinging pain and jumped away, waiting for his armor to fix itself before attacking again.
The battle continued in that fashion, with Mercer all but abandoning his own defense in favor of attacking the pony relentlessly. He found himself filled with energy, one that he hadn't known before. Any cut he received from his opponent healed instantly, but even faster than normal. His regeneration was working double time, stitching his wounds shut before the other pony's blade was even done slicing it open. He didn't know what was coming over him, and frankly he didn't really care. All he could think about was seeing this pony lying at his hooves, he wanted to hear the last words choked out on his dying breath.
Wow, he was kind of screwed up, wasn't he?
A growl escaped Storm Shade's mouth after Mercer once again ignored direct attacks to his own body and slashed a deep cut across the pony's cheek. "You truly are some kind of monster, aren't you?" Mercer didn't reply; he simply chuckled and jumped forward, bashing his left shoulder against the pony and throwing him onto his back. Storm Shade recovered quickly enough to avoid Mercer's air slice, scrambling across the grass to get as far away from the madpony before he managed to pull his blade out of the ground.
Panting heavily, Storm took a second of reprieve to figure out his next move. Alex Mercer was proving to be a stronger opponent then he first thought. He was unstoppable; a one on one fight wasn't going to end well. It was about time he called in a tactical retreat and regroup with the rest of his comrades.
At about that same time, Mercer was realizing he was having a bit of trouble with his own performance. As in, he wasn't able to pull his blade out of the ground. In fact, he could barely stand at the moment. Seemingly out of nowhere, that energy he'd felt before was suddenly gone, and he felt more drained then had ever felt since he was still human. That bloodlust he'd been under just a second ago was no longer clouding his mind, and now that he was clear headed again, he was berating himself for losing his senses so easily.
After his umpteenth failed to attempt to remove his blade from the ground, he shifted his limb back to its normal form so he could put all four hooves under himself. He was still weak, so he knew he wasn't going to get his strength back until he consumed some more biomass. But he wasn't about to tell Storm Shade that.
Summoning what little power he did still possess, he dug his hooves into the grass in a fighting stance, giving the impression he was still ready to fight. He groaned inwardly when his opponent did the same, though he refused to show his despair.
When Storm galloped straight for him, Mercer prepared for the worst he could bring. Just as they were about to collide, the guard pony jumped the remaining distance onto Mercer's face, again using it like a spring board and launching himself into the air. He spread his wings and gave them a few flaps, turning around and flying back to Ponyville.
Mercer, furious for being treated like a trampoline and unwilling to let his enemy get away, focused as much biomass as he could spare to his front foreleg and swung it in an arc, launching several knife like projectiles at the retreating pony. Most missed, but a few of them managed to hit his right side, embedding themselves in his flesh as well as slicing his wing off completely. Storm Shade cried out in pain, plummeting to the ground with only his remaining wing to help slow his descent. He landed on his side with a loud crunch, where he made no attempt to get up afterward.
Once he was sure the fight was officially over, Mercer allowed himself to sink to his haunches, barely holding himself up with his front hooves. While he was resting, Nick, who he had forgotten was still standing off to the side, walked over to stand next to him, a worried look on his face. "You okay there, Mercer?"
"I'll be fine..."
"You sure? You look pretty-"
"I said I'm fine!"
Nick backed off a step. "Fine. Yeesh..." He looked over to where Storm Shade still lay. "Did you kill him? Or is he still alive?"
"I can still hear his heartbeat. He'll live yet."
He whistled. "Hard to believe, you kicked his ass. That was pretty brutal, brony. You were growling and flashing your teeth; you were like an animal! I've never seen anypony fight like that!"
'Neither have I' thought Mercer. 'Maybe next time I could get a heads up before my powers decide to evolve without me.'
"So uh...what should we do with him?" He heard Nick ask.
"Bring him over here. I want to ask him something."
Nick obliged, walking over to the injured pony and poking him to see if he was still conscious. Storm let out a moan, coughing violently as he did so. Nick gulped, already feeling guilty for the pain he was about to put this pony through. Grabbing his tail in his teeth, Nick slowly dragged Storm over to where Mercer was still sitting, taking care to not to disturb him too much. Regardless, the movement caused the guard to groan pitifully.
Once he was finally right in front of Mercer, Nick carefully rolled him over so they could see each other face to face. There was a long pause where neither spoke, the two just chose to glare at each other.
After what seemed like an hour, Storm spoke. "They will look for me...my brothers...they will notice when I don't report by noon...they will know something has happened."
Mercer smiled weakly. "That's true...unless...you agree to help me."
"I will do no such thing!" He sat up halfway, the action making him grit his teeth and fall back down. "I would never help a monster like you."
Mercer chuckled. "It was worth a try." He turned his attention to Nick. "Mr. Flash, why don't you do the honors?"
Nick was taken aback. "W-what? Me? Y-you mean...kill him?"
"No. I want you to tickle him. Of course kill him!"
"Like...right now?"
"I wouldn't think this sort of thing needs to be spelled out."
"Right...just uh...give me a moment, will ya?" Nick gulped, looking down at the pony with pity. He raised his hoof, hesitated, then lowered it. "Why don't you take this one, buddy? I think you could use the energy more than I do."
Mercer sighed. "It's not about the energy, stupid. Like he said, they'll be expecting him to report back later on. If he doesn't, they'll know something is up. And don't call me buddy."
"So what do you want me to do?"
"Consume him, take his form, and go make sure they don't realize anything is wrong."
"Is that all? C'mon, Mercer, give me something challenging!" Nick laughed nervously, utterly failing at giving off the bravado he was going for. He looked back down to Storm Shade, who was wearing a confused expression on his face. It was obvious he was trying to piece together what was going on based off what they were saying, though he didn't seem to be doing well. Nick gulped again, casting one last glance at Mercer before focusing the biomass in his body to his front leg, the unfamiliar feeling sending a shiver down his spine as it turned into a serrated blade with an angled edge, similar in shape to his own cutie mark. Storm's eyes widened at the sight, a whisper escaping his mouth that Nick just barely caught as sounding like "They're all monsters..."
Mercer huffed impatiently. "Would you just do it already?"
Without any further stalling, Nick thrust his blade down into the prone form at his hooves, stabbing it through Storm Shade's chest in a brutal fashion. Before the life left his body, Nick felt several tendrils extend out from his own and wrap around the pony, constricting him like a snake and absorbing him completely.
Almost immediately Nick's head exploded in pain, stars appearing in his vision and remaining there even after he closed them tightly. Hundreds of memories began to flash across his mind, none of them ones he recognized. They flooded his thoughts, drowning out his own so much that was unable to think. All he could do was bear it and watch, until finally it all turned black and he passed out from the strain.
Mercer watched Nick seize and writhe on the ground, clutching his head in his hooves and groaning through clenched teeth. Is that what he used to look like when he did this? Was it really that pathetic looking? He shook his head. Oh well. At least no one was around back then that cared.
When Nick stopped shaking and lay still, Mercer pulled himself up to his hooves, and set about dragging the unconscious Pegasus back to Fluttershy's cottage.
"Nick. Wake up."
"...Ugh..."
"Come on, it wasn't that bad. Quit being a baby and wake up already!"
"...M...mommy? Mommy is that you?..."
"Oh for the love of-I am not going through this again!"
"Here, let me give it a try."
"Mommy...my head hurts..."
"Oh, that's okay little baby. Let me make you feel better..."
Nick found himself suddenly forced awake by a strong pain in his abdomen. He sat up harshly from his spot on the floor, placing his hooves over his stomach to prevent any further blows. "Ow! What in the name of Celestia did you do that for?"
"You wouldn't wake up. I figured it was the best course of action."
He looked over to the hooded pony standing off to the side. "And you're just going to let her do this?"
Mercer glanced at the rainbow headed mare he was referring to and shrugged. "Better than what I was going to do." He noticed the glare he got for that reply. "Oh relax; you're awake now, aren't you? If she hadn't done that you would have just stayed there mumbling in your sleep. Be grateful she didn't aim lower." Nick gulped at that, crossing his hind legs instinctively in case Rainbow Dash decided to try anyway.
Speaking of Rainbow Dash, it had just dawned on Nick that she was awake and standing before him. "Holy Celestia! You're awake!"
Everypony in the room facehoofed. Even Fluttershy, who had at some point while they were gone, climbed down from her perch on the ceiling.
"Wow. Nothing gets by you, does it?" Came Rainbow's sarcastic remark.
"Absolutely amazing analysis."
"You rock. Woohoo..."
The black maned pony hung his head in shame.
A knock sounded at the door, making Fluttershy flinch and hide behind Mercer. A cheery voice rang out on the other side. "Helloooooo! Fluttershy? You home? I got some mail for ya!"
Nick lifted his head. "I'd recognize that voice anywhere. It's Derpy."
"Who the hell is Derpy?" Mercer asked without taking his eyes off the door.
"She's the mailmare." Then thinking it over, he added. "And she's not dangerous."
Derpy knocked on the door again. "Fluttershy? Is everything alright in there?"
"She's getting suspicious. Rainbow Dash, go get rid of her."
"What? Why me? You do it!"
"Just tell her to get lost!"
"No."
"Oh sweet Celestia. I'll get it!" Nick huffed and walked over to the door, just as Derpy knocked again, the force of which caused the apparently still broken door to fall inward, right on top of him.
A grey wall-eyed mare wearing a saddle bag full of envelopes stood in the open doorway, hoof still raised mid knock. "...Oops." Derpy looked in and saw three pairs of eyes watching her. "Ooh, are you having a party? Are there any muffins?" She stepped inside, only to stop when she heard a voice underneath her. Looking down, she realized she was standing on the door.
"...Derpy...could you please...get off?"
"Oopsie. Sorry Mister Door." She stepped off and went to stand by Rainbow Dash, allowing Nick to push the heavy wooden object off himself and stand up. "Oh, hi Nick! What were you doing under there?"
"You know, just...lying around..."
Rainbow looked at the blonde confusedly. "Derpy, you know him?"
She smiled. "Of course! We used to work together!"
"Really?"
"Yeah! He got fired though. Something about him losing more mail then me."
"Not my fault. There was a hole in my bag."
"This is all very entertaining, but can someone explain how we got to this point in our conversation?" Mercer piped in.
Derpy gave him an odd look. "Who are you? I don't think I've ever seen you around before."
"I'm new in town."
"So you're the new pony I heard about? How come I haven't seen you?"
"I'm still getting acquainted with this place."
"Well that's no excuse. Where do you live? I would have remembered if I'd delivered to you..." Her eyes, which had been looking in different directions a second ago, suddenly focused on him, as if she were trying to memorize what Mercer looked like and commit his face to memory. "Do you even get mail where you live?"
For a mare that looked like she was simple, Derpy was surprisingly smart. Not a lot of ponies knew this about her, but she was actually more intelligent than the majority of ponies in Ponyville. Part of the myth that she was stupid came from when she was in school. She had been pulled out of class in the middle of the year, and a rumor spread that it was because she was being put into a special class that catered specifically to mentally challenged ponies. The reality was that she was being pulled out to be placed in a higher grade; the teacher had expressed concern she wasn't being challenged enough with the material she was given.
Out of every resident in the town of Ponyville, only a handful actually knew this fact. The rest were ignorant or just unbelieving. Most only saw her eyes and wrote her off immediately. Of the ponies currently in Fluttershy's cottage besides Derpy, only Rainbow Dash and Nick knew the truth. Rainbow Dash because she had befriended the grey Pegasus when they were younger, and Nick because he had heard it through an open window when he was regrouting a brick wall.
The first time Nick started working with her, he was afraid to ask for fear of making her angry. But as he came to know later, that was nearly impossible. When he was finally able to work up the courage to ask, she told him everything. The reason why the truth had never gone public was because the mare didn't want to make ponies feel bad, either for making fun of her or doubting her in the first place. It was easier to just let them go on thinking she was simple. Plus, she loved her job as a mailmare.
Being as smart as she was, it wasn't difficult for her to notice the obvious flaw in Mercer's backstory. He had no place of residence that she knew of, no mailing address, and had never stopped in to set one up. "What's your name?"
Mercer hesitated. It was weird, but this seemingly innocent question asked by this equally innocent mare came off as intimidating to him. He just couldn't put a hoof on it as to why. "...Uh...Alex Mercer."
Derpy continued to study him a second longer, until her face finally lit up and she held out her hoof to him. "Well it's nice to officially meet you Alex Mercer. I'm Ditzy Doo, but you can call me Derpy Whooves. I don't mind either way." Mercer slowly took her hoof and shook it, remaining wary of any possible deceit that may lie hidden behind her façade. He didn't trust her, no matter how cute and innocent she acted.
"Yeah...sure. Glad we finally met..."
"Hey, Derpy? Wasn't there some reason you came by...?" Rainbow indicated the mail bag hanging on Derpy's back.
"Oh! I almost forgot!" Digging her muzzle into the bag, she brought out an envelope and passed it over to Fluttershy. "Here ya go! I hope you're not mad at me for taking so long. It kind of slipped my mind." She turned around and walked back to the door. "Well, I better get going. I've got a lot more mail to deliver. See ya later everypony!"
As soon as she was out of earshot, Mercer turned to Rainbow Dash and shouted "You call that fixed!? She literally knocked on it and broke it! I thought you said you could fix it 'better than new'!?"
"I meant I could fix cloud home doors! Give me a clump of cumulus and I can fix any old stratus door. But I can't do anything with a wooden door!"
"Yeah, no shit!"
"Um...Mercer-"
"I know; Pinkie Promise, blah blah blah. Whatever..." He turned to Nick. "Flash, you seem to know a medley of useless crap. Fix the door and make sure no one can get in that easily again."
Nick was flabbergasted. "Wow...Mercer...that was...almost a compliment." He walked over next to Mercer and placed his hoof on his shoulder. "Thank you." After that he went over to inspect the door and see how he could fix it.
Mercer's eye twitched. "...Freak." |
Ponyville Zero | The bad kind of stranger | "Blackwatch is lying. Something besides Elizabeth Greene came out of Hope."
-Dr. Raymond McMullen
"I've been meaning to ask. How is it that you create Evolved anyway?"
"I infect them with a specific strain of the Blacklight virus, manipulate it to attack every cell except certain neural transmitters in the brain and preserve them to ensure they retain memories, and then I wait for the virus to finish chowing down and convert their body into a living mass of viral cells before slapping them on the ass and sending them off to do my bidding."
"Ah. That's kind of what I thought you did."
"Okay. That's another part of my story. I believe I've earned the right to another question."
"Ask away." "..."
"Well?"
"...I'm hesitant to ask, I fear I may not like the answer...but as much as it pains me to admit, it occurs to me you may just be the only one that knows around here..."
"And that would be?"
"...Who is it that gave Zecora the virus? Was it Heller? Did he somehow follow me here? Is he trying to kill me? Again?" "..."
"You have to answer remember? That was our deal." "..."
"Stop smiling and answer me you sadistic bastard! Is Heller responsible for this or not!?"
"...Hehehehe..." "..."
"...Celestia."
"What?"
"Princess Celestia is who gave Zecora Blacklight."
"What? That makes no sense! How in the hell did she manage to get her hands on it?"
"Don't you mean hooves?"
"I don't care! How did she get it?"
"You'll need to finish your-"
"No! No more stories! No more games! This has become more then ridiculous! Tell me who you are and everything you know about what's going on here, now!"
"...You've finally cracked, haven't you Mercer?" "..."
"...It seems my fun is coming to an end then...oh well, I knew it wouldn't last."
"...Who are you?"
"You already know that Mercer."
"How is that even possible? I know but I don't know? That makes no sense!"
"Let's start simple then. What do you know about me so far?"
"Nothing! I know nothing! Yet you somehow know everything about me! You even basically admitted you've been stalking me all my life!" "..."
"You knew about my fight with Mother, about Heller, and Dana...you knew what I did and where I came from..." "..."
"...You could have only known all that if you had followed me here..." "..."
"...You knew about how I felt towards Pinkie Pie..."
"I thought you said you didn't like Pinkie Pie?"
"Of course I like Pinkie Pie! I don't know why, but for some reason, I can't help but feel affection for her! Like I have to protect her...even if that means apologizing when she cries or agreeing to some stupid promise..."
"Because she reminds you of someone." "..."
"She reminds you of someone important."
"...Dana..."
"There we go."
"...She's Dana..." "..."
"...She's strange, talks a mile a minute, never seems to stop smiling and is obsessed with making me happy...she's exactly like Dana was when we were little..."
"That's why those pesky little memories kept popping up around her. That's why you got so angry when she spoke of Dana. It wasn't just because you didn't want to talk about it; it was because you didn't want to admit she reminded you of your sister."
"How is it...that you know this stuff? You know things about me I don't even...no...no..."
"I think he's got it folks."
"It can't be..."
"By George, I think he's got it!"
"It's a Hive Mind...you know how I feel ...you're connected to me......because you're Blacklight." "..."
"You're even stronger than I am...the virus in you is different...I can't even see it inside you!"
"Who am I, Mercer?" "..."
"Who. Am. I. Mercer?" "..."
"Say it!" "..."
"So Mercer, is this going to be permanent?"
"More or less."
"What do you mean 'more or less'?"
"It depends on how you look at it."
Rainbow Dash turned around from the mirror she had been looking at, gesturing at herself as she did to indicate the viral tendrils sticking out at intervals on her body. "Am I going to look like a tentacle monster forever?"
"Ooooh, that...no, that should wear off in another hour or two."
She looked skeptical. "What did you think I meant?"
"I thought you were referring to your permanent state of being a...you know what, never mind. You look great."
Rainbow sighed, poking at one of the tendrils, which coiled up like a snake. "You sure this was the only way to save me?"
"I told you already, the Changeling venom was going to kill you if I hadn't done something. I admit, it may have been a bit extreme, but you're alright now, aren't you? And in the end, isn't that what matters? Some philosophical bullcrap about friends helping each other in their time of need?"
"Couldn't you have just sucked the venom out or something?"
"Slow down Rainbow. We've only been on one date. I'm not about to put my lips anywhere on you if I can help it."
"That's a relief..." They were silent for a moment after that. Rainbow continued to look at herself in the mirror, grimacing when yet another long, skinny tendril began growing out of her shoulder. "I know I'm not usually one to get stuck up on appearances, but even I have to admit this look is definitely not awesome!"
Mercer rolled his eyes. "I told you six times already, you won't look like this forever! It's a side effect; it will go away once the serum has finished its job! Now stop worrying about it, it doesn't look that bad."
Ever the opportunist, Nick chose that exact moment to come back from his repair job. "Hey, the doors fixed-woah! Rainbow, I, uh, don't want to hurt your feelings or anything but you have some nasty looking pimples!"
The rainbow maned Pegasus blushed profusely and glared at Mercer. "I knew it! You are such a liar!" She turned around angrily, flicked her tail at him and stomped away into another room of the cottage, barely giving Fluttershy any time to jump out of the way before marching past her.
The sound of a door being slammed shut echoed down the hall Rainbow had disappeared in. Fluttershy wandered over to where the two stallions stood, confusion written all over her face. "W-wow...she looked angry. What did you say to her?"
Mercer shook his head. "Talk to the tactless wonder over here." He gestured to Nick. "Do you even know how to speak without putting your own foot in your mouth?"
"Me? I wasn't trying to hurt her feelings! She overreacted!"
"Whatever."
There was a short pause, before Nick asked "So...what exactly was that I heard you tell her? Something about a 'serum'?"
Mercer nodded. "I told her the reason she's like this is because of a Changeling attack."
Nick looked skeptical. "Changelings? And she bought it?"
"The proof doesn't lie."
"The proof is that she has a virus. Why not just tell her that?"
"I'm not completely sure how she will react. You and Pierce were quick to accept it, but Rainbow is a bit more unpredictable. I can't afford to have her freaking out and blabbing to everyone what happened to her." He brushed past the white Pegasus and peered down the hallway, making sure the rainbow mare wasn't able to hear them. "For all she knows, she is now part of a secret mission given to us by Celestia herself to prevent a Changeling invasion currently in the works."
"And she bought it!?"
"You'd be surprised what someone would believe given the right circumstances."
Nick still looked at Mercer incredulously, but gave no reply right away. When he did speak again, it was on a different subject. "What happens now? What's our next move?"
"You mean what's your next move. I need you to take that DNA you consumed from that Canterlot Guard and disguise yourself as him so the others don't get suspicious."
"Right...wait, how do I do that?"
"First, tap your head three times."
Nick did it. "Now what?"
"Now say 'I'm a dumbass'."
"I'm a-" He stopped. "...Why do you not like me?"
"I don't really know. It's something about your face. I just can't quite put my finger on it."
"Your finger?"
"Never mind about that. Just think of his memories and will your biomass to make yourself look like him. Think of it like Pla-Doh."
Nick cocked his head to the side. "What's play dough?"
"It's like...never mind. Just do it. And be careful; if your cover is blown, don't try to fight them. They're a hell of a lot stronger then they seem."
"Well that's not surprising. With all that magic they use I wouldn't be surprised if they could be as strong as you."
"What are you talking about? The one I fought was a Pegasus, he couldn't have used magic."
Nick shook his head. "That's not what I meant."
"Well what did you mean?"
"I'm not completely sure...I..." He clutched his head, clenching his teeth as the feeling of Storm Shade's memories flooded his mind. "They...they infuse magic into their armor and weapons...and even their own bodies." Nick began grinding his teeth. "The magic makes muscles stronger...it makes bones denser...and it even protects internal organs." Even after he was done with his painful explanation, he continued holding his head and chomping on nothing. Mercer patiently waited as Nick fought through it, more than familiar of the experience the stallion was being dragged through.
Once the pain had passed, Nick straightened up again. "It makes sense though. This whole 'war with the Gryphons' thing has been around for a long time. Since Gryphons are bigger and stronger than ponies, they needed to even the playing field."
"Well that's good to know. Maybe now the difficulty I had in the fight will have a bit more merit." Mercer thought a moment. "You'll have to tell me any other way they use magic to fight."
"Right now?"
"No. It'll have to wait until later. It's getting close to noon; Storm Shade said he was expected to report in by then. We won't have time to go over anything right now."
"Um...Mercer?" The quiet voice of the butter yellow Pegasus would have gone unnoticed if she hadn't tapped him on the back to get his attention.
Mercer turned around, mild surprise written on his face. "What? Oh, Fluttershy. I forgot you were still here."
"H-how? It's my house..." She blushed. "N-not that I mind you being here or anything! Really, I don't mind at all..."
"What do you want?"
Still blushing brightly, she extended her wing to him, which held a letter clutched between her feathers. "This letter that Derpy dropped off earlier...it's addressed to me...b-but it's...meant for you."
Mercer stiffened. "What?" He snatched it from her and unfolded it, reading it over quickly.
Nick peered over his shoulder. "What does it say? Wait, how did somepony know where to send a letter to you?"
Mercer didn't take his eyes off the letter. "That's what I'd like to know."
Mr. Mercer, I hope you don't mind me writing you. I took care to make sure no one found out your location, hence this being addressed to Fluttershy. I believe we have some things to discuss. Meet me at 15 Saddle St so we can talk in private. I await your arrival.
That's all the letter had said. Nothing but a short, creepy message and a request to meet. There was no date, no time, not even so much as a fake name or handle. It was as vague as they come.
Of course Mercer had set out immediately after reading it, barely even slowing down enough to tell Nick not to forget he had his own meeting at noon and make sure Fluttershy knew not to let Rainbow Dash out of the cottage. As soon as he was out the door he sprinted for Ponyville, flying across the short distance so quickly he actually slid several yards before he made a complete stop. He shook the dust off himself and changed into Berry Punch, calmly walking through the streets of town in the direction of where the letter had told him to go.
Ponies greeted him as he walked by, large smiles adorning their faces as they waved hello. He waved back, trying his best to give a genuine smile in return but finding it hard with what was playing through his mind. Who sent that letter? How did they know where he was? If it was that easy to track him down, he obviously wasn't doing as well at laying low as he thought.
"Well well, if it isn't Berry Punch. You know, I see you less and less every day. You must really have your muzzle in a big project to disappear this much."
"Don't you know it, Ice Dancer."
"I just hope you're getting some sleep. I know how you can get."
"You don't have to worry so much about me, I'll be fine."
"Yeah, that's what you always say..."
Halfway through Ponyville. He only had to keep up this façade for a little longer.
As he approached the middle of town, he was annoyed to see more than a few guard ponies scattered around Main Street. Not wanting to run into any of them in case they decided to question him, he took a detour down a side street to avoid them. Almost immediately he ran nearly headlong into another one, who was conversing with a familiar looking grey Pegasus with a mail bag on her back, the latter of whom looked in his direction just in time to notice him.
"Oh, Berry Punch! I'm glad you're here, it'll save me time on giving you your mail!" Derpy, still possessing as much of that quirky energy she held earlier, was already digging through her mail bag in search of whatever they held for Berry. Once she found it, she handed it over happily, grinning ear to ear as if handing over mail was the best thing ever.
Mercer smiled awkwardly as he took it, not sure what he was going to do with it seeing as how he had no pockets. "Um...thanks." Not knowing what else to do with it, he put the small stack of envelopes in his mouth and gave a wave to the mailmare. "Welf Derfy, I fink I bfetter gef home."
"Oh no, you can't leave yet! I haven't introduced you to my cousin!" Derpy wrapped her hoof around his neck and dragged him next to her, squeezing hard enough in doing so to make him cough up the letters. Berry, this is my cousin Charming Masquerade! He's a member of the Royal Canterlot Guard!" She said the last part with an air of sarcasm.
The guard looked rather young, at least younger than the few Mercer had seen so far. The armor he wore fit snuggly on him, but the helmet he had on was a few sizes too big, causing him to keep pushing it back up into place every few seconds.
He sighed after Derpy introduced him. "Derpy, I told you, this isn't a joke. I really am a member of the Guard!"
"Uh huh, sure..." She winked at him.
Charming shook his head, turning his attention to Mercer, smiling as he did so. "Hello. Berry was it? It's nice to meet you." He held out his hoof, waiting for his new acquaintance to shake it.
Mercer never did. "Hehe...yeah...did they run out of helmets in the armory or something?" He said pointing at Charming's head.
He reached up and held the head piece in place, blushing a little while looking off to the side. "I, uh...kinda lost mine...so they had to give me this one as a replacement while they order a new one."
"You really should be more careful, Charming. Props are pretty expensive, you should know that being an actor."
"For the last time, I'm not an actor! I've been in the Canterlot Guard for years; you went to my graduation!"
Derpy narrowed her eyes. "Oh no, I'm not believing that again. I'm on to you, buster! The last time I listened to you, I ended up getting my head stuck in a tree!"
He facehoofed. "That happened when we were kids! And I already apologized for it!"
While the two continued their back and forth, Mercer took the opportunity to try and sneak by them without being noticed. He sidestepped them slowly, smiling lamely while acting innocent. Just as he thought he was in the clear and home free, he heard the gray mare say something that made him stop dead and perk his ears up.
At some point while he skirted around the two, their conversation had changed to Derpy's mail route, about which she explained how she had met a weird new pony that day that she had never delivered to before. "...and I just thought it was odd that he had been living here for so long and hadn't bothered to set up a mailing address. I don't think he's homeless or anything, but it's just odd, you know?"
Charming looked at her with a suspicious look on his face. "A new pony, huh? And how long has he been here?"
She brought her hoof up to her chin. "Hmm, maybe about a week or so."
"A week? So he got here just before the whole 'Zecora' thing...do you know what his name is?"
Before she could answer, Mercer popped up next to her, cutting her off from saying his name. "H-hey, Derpy! I just remembered I need your help with something! Do you mind? It's kind of important." Without giving her a chance to reply, he put his hoof around her shoulder and pulled her along, yelling "Nice meeting you, Charming! I hope we can talk some other time. Maybe over tea!" behind him as he walked. He continued to drag Derpy down the street until they were out of sight of her cousin.
After Mercer let her go and she fell into a trot alongside him, Derpy asked him "So, what is it that you needed my help with?"
"I, uh, need you to help me find something."
"What?"
"Do you know where 15 Saddle Street is?"
"15 Saddle Street? Of course, it's on the other side of town. But why would you want to go there? It's empty."
Mercer stopped. "What do you mean, 'it's empty'?"
She shrugged. "It used to be a restaurant, but it got closed down. I don't think it's been used for a while."
That was unnerving to hear. Whoever this mystery pony was, they not only got in contact with him via creepy letter, now he was finding out the place he was supposed to meet them in was an abandoned building.
"So? Why do you want to go there?" Derpy asked again. That same curious look came over her expression again, like she was putting things together in her head.
Thinking quickly, Mercer came up with the first excuse that came to mind. "I was...I was thinking of...expanding. Maybe use it as a sort of...extra storage space, or something..."
Derpy brightened up at that. "Oh! Well that's nice to hear! I'm glad you're business is doing so well!" She started walking again. "So you just want to go there to check it out, right?"
"Exactly." He sighed internally. Good thing she's so trusting.
The rest of the time was spent in silence; the only time either talked was when someone offered up a greeting and they gave theirs back. Derpy hummed as she walked, that innocent smile never leaving her face.
When they finally turned onto Saddle Street, the grey Pegasus stopped and turned to him, saying "It's just down there; it's the one with boards on the windows. Sorry I can't go with you, but I need to get back to work."
Mercer was barely paying attention to her at this point; he already had his eyes set on the building in question. "Yeah, thanks for all the help, Derpy. Bye."
"Glad I could help! See you later, Berry!"
He continued alone down the street, every step he took making him more and more anxious. Before he knew it he was standing in front of the building, which was indeed boarded up and abandoned, just like Derpy had said.
This was it. It was time to meet this stranger.
Mercer took a deep breath, placed his hoof on the door, and gave it a push. Oddly enough, it turned out not to be locked. The hinges gave protest at being opened, offering up their loud retort that echoed throughout the dark interior. He stood at the doorway, peering inside and scanning around for any sign of his mysterious contact.
Placing his hoof in the threshold, he was just about to take a step in when a thought crossed his mind, making him withdraw it and hesitate at the door. The last time he entered an empty building alone, he ended up choking on Bloodtox and being attacked by a psycho zebra. Not wanting a repeat performance, he tested the air inside by sticking his muzzle out and taking a deep breath. He stayed like that for a moment, waiting for the stinging sensation to pick up in his throat. After a minute of breathing in stale air, he concluded there was no harmful substance waiting for him, so he let out a sigh and entered it warily.
The inside of the building was dank, almost depressing. It was completely empty, nothing but spider webs and copious amounts of dust and grime filling up every inch of the floor and walls. Everything about it gave off the impression that it was unused, except for a small, nearly invisible trail of hoofsteps in the dust leading towards the back. Mercer took notice almost immediately, glaring at the trail as if it were mocking him simply by existing. He followed it to the back, watching it carefully to see if it turned or veered off somewhere, but it just kept going straight until it finally ended at the far wall.
Mercer looked around confusedly, not sure if he was missing something or if he was just being played. A voice behind him told him it was the latter. "Alex Mercer. Right on time."
He spun around, locking his gaze onto a shadowy figure standing in front of the doorway. The light flooding in behind him obscured Mercer's vision of his face, so he couldn't make out what he looked like. Remembering he was still disguised as Berry Punch, he made sure to keep his voice at her higher pitch before he spoke. "Alex...Mercer? I don't know who you're talking about. I'm Berry Punch. Who are you?"
"Drop the act, Alex. I know it's you. Please, you're among friends; you don't need to pretend anymore." Biting his lip, he reluctantly dropped his voice an octave, shifting his form back to himself and taking a few steps closer to the pony. "There now, isn't that better? It must be a relief to finally be yourself without putting up some kind of an act."
"Who the hell are you? How did you know where to find me? How do you know who I am?"
The pony smirked. "I've been watching you Mercer, for a long time now. I've known about you from the moment you got here."
"That's impossible."
"I wouldn't say that. More like just unlikely."
"Who the hell are you?"
"You already know who I am; you just haven't realized it yet."
Mercer glared at him. "What in the name of Celestia is that supposed to mean?"
"You sound just like a pony, Alex. Are you going native?"
"Don't change the subject. Tell me who you are!"
"I told you already."
"The hell you did!"
He chuckled. "My my, Mercer. You have quite a temper. You won't make many friends with that kind of attitude."
"I'm not here to make friends!" Mercer spat. "Frankly, I don't even know why I'm here!"
The creepy pony was silent, watching Mercer curiously. After a pregnant pause, he dropped his head, chuckling again as began walking away from the door, towards the side of the room. Mercer reciprocated, giving him a wide birth as they circled each other until they stood with the door and windows shedding light to their side. "Why must there be a reason for you being here? Why does there always have to be a logical answer?"
Mercer scoffed. "That's a stupid question. Everything has to have a logical answer. That's just how things are."
"But then how do you explain this world? You've seen firsthand it's beyond normal logic or reason. How can you still say that after seeing the wonder of this place? The magic?"
"I've done enough research to know that even this place is still bound by the laws of physics. With the exception of Pinkie Pie, there's a detailed explanation for the actions and behaviors of every creature in this world. Even their so called 'magic' can be broken down to a science."
The other pony fell silent again, an almost sad look crossing his features for a second before disappearing. Now that he had a moment, Mercer took the time to look over this pony, to see if his appearance synced up to the memories of the few ponies he'd bothered to consume. Thanks to the light filtering in through the cracks between the boards on the windows, he could see the pony more clearly, but he still didn't recognize him from any of the memories in his head.
The pony standing before him was basic. Literally, he looked like he was the outline you drew first before filling it in with detail. He had no mane or tail, his coat was a light tan color and his eyes were a dull brown. He also had no cutie mark. He was, for lack of a better term, a blank flank. This was strange, since normally the only ponies Mercer had seen with no cutie mark were children. Hell, even he himself had received one after being dragged here to this crazy world. Why was this pony so...plain?
Finally, the pony spoke again. "You have done quite a lot since you got here, Alex. I'm quite impressed. You've been quite the busy little bee."
"I'm just good at focusing my efforts in a productive manner...for the most part."
The other pony raised a non-existent eyebrow, making him look like he was giving Mercer the stink eye. "'For the most part'?"
"I got caught up in a few things. Stupid things. It doesn't matter now."
"I beg to differ. Maybe if you talked about it we might shed some light on just how important it all actually is."
"What is this, a game to you? You want me to spill my guts, tell you my life story and cry on your shoulder?"
"Only if you want to."
Mercer stared at him dully. "You are an annoying pony. Almost as bad as Pinkie."
He chuckled again. "I try. Now, go on. Spin me a tale."
"...We're really doing this, huh?" Mercer sighed. "Fine. I woke up in the Everfree Forest, in a clearing, lying on my back with no arms."
The other pony gasped dramatically. "No arms!? My goodness, what happened?"
"I lost a fight."
"With whom?"
"No one." Mercer put as much venom into his reply as he could muster, signifying he wasn't in the mood to talk about it.
The pony held up a hoof dismissively. "Alright, I can take a hint. So, you were in a forest, unarmed, and possibly near death. Then what?"
"I got attacked by a Manticore. It almost got me too, but I managed to kill it before it could finish me off. After that I had the biomass to regenerate my limbs, and it was then I came to the realization I had been turned into a pony."
"Then you came to Ponyville?"
"That's correct."
"And you made some friends?"
"Reluctantly. They wouldn't leave me alone."
"That doesn't necessarily mean you had to become friends."
"Perhaps not..." Mercer fell silent, thoughts of Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy coming to the forefront of his mind.
"You're thinking about your friends, aren't you?" He stiffened. "I can tell. Your face says it all." Mercer stayed silent, refusing to reply. "...You came to Ponyville. You made a few friends. Tell me what happened after that."
Mercer hesitated a moment, unsure that he should continue. He didn't trust this pony at all, in fact he downright creeped him out. But it was obvious this oddball wasn't going to be answering any of his questions, so he saw no choice but to continue telling his little story.
With a deep breath, Mercer collected his thoughts, and recounted the events leading up to that moment...
"It's a Hive Mind...you know how I feel ...you're connected to me......because you're Blacklight." Mercer's mind was reeling at the realization, that bit of relief of finally figuring out something that's been nagging at you being drowned out by the dread he was feeling from the knowledge it brought along with it. "You're even stronger than I am...the virus in you is different...I can't even see it inside you!" This pony; this seemingly normal, unspecial, plain pony, was a being of his own world. Just like Mercer, this pony came from a place born of misery and anger, and somehow wound up in this colorful, brightly lit and happy-go-lucky planet of cheerful, giggly ponies. And worse yet: Mercer didn't recognize him in the slightest. His voice, his personality, his way of speaking. None of it rang any bells in Mercer's memory. He wasn't an Evolved, that was for sure. He certainly wasn't Heller. He was something else.
"Who am I, Mercer?"
He didn't want to answer. He wasn't going to answer.
"Who. Am. I. Mercer?"
Not because he didn't know; but because he was afraid he did.
"Say it!"
No. No, it just couldn't be. It was a lie. A trick. There's no possible way it could be him...
But the more he tried to make himself believe otherwise, the more he only delayed the inevitable. It was him. The missing link in the Blacklight evolution. Elizabeth Greene's very own bastard child, the only one to ever be born of the virus and survive.
Mercer didn't want to say it as much as he didn't want it to be true. Yet in the end, he had no choice. Slowly, and painfully, he opened his mouth and said the one word he didn't want to say:
"...Pariah." |
Ponyville Zero | No clouds but plenty of guards | Thomas Weigand: "EVERYONE! SHUT UP. I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT! First. These people infected with the virus -- they're dead already. Keep your distance, and if they rush you, you shoot to kill."
Unknown subordinate: "CAP! WHEN'S THE CAVALRY GETTING HERE?"
Thomas Weigand: "Second. The cavalry? We're it..."
--Thomas Weigand
It was a beautiful day in Ponyville, the sun was shining, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the sounds of young fillies and colts laughing and giggling could be heard all around. At least, they would, if their parents had actually allowed them to go outside and play. The fact was, not many children had actually been seen that often ever since the townwide ponyhunt for Zecora began days ago. No parent in their right mind would let their kids go out alone with a maniac on the loose. Of course, there actually was no reason to be scared since Zecora was already dead, but only a select few even knew about that, so the general public was left in the dark and allowed to be suspicious and paranoid about the whole thing.
"...and suddenly I hear a cheer and this young pony goes flying over my head with one of those new fangled 'scooter boards' like she's in a hurry to get a one way ticket to the hospital, so I said 'Back in my day, kids were taught to be careful and not draw attention to themselves', and she said..." Nick rolled his eyes and groaned inwardly, suppressing the urge to yawn as the old pony with the ridiculously over sized bow tie in front of him continued to prattle on endlessly. He pretended to keep listening even as his gaze began to wander to other ponies walking around, doing a lazy sweep uninterestedly until he caught a glimpse of bleach blonde hair bobbing around at the end of the street. "...but that wasn't even a big deal at the time-um, hello? Are you listening, youngster?" The older pony tapped Nick on his helmet, the sound of which snapped his attention back to their conversation.
"Huh? Oh, right. Yeah, sure. Thank you for your time, your cooperation is appreciated by the guard, if you hear about anything important, let us know." Nick recited the same, bullshit phrase his predecessor had been saying all day up until the point he'd been murdered only a few hours before.
"Oh, well, of course. I could tell you about my granddaughter, she just graduated from medical school and-"
"That's great, Mr. Noodle, you can tell me about it later. I have to go."
"I-It's Waddle-"
"Whatever. Bye!" Nick set off in a fast trot down the street, heading in the direction he saw the familiar mane disappear, leaving poor Mr. Waddle standing alone with a confused look on his face.
He had been talking to the old pony for almost 20 minutes now, so to say he was relieved to be able to get away finally was an understatement. Mercer had told him to meet up with the other guards at noon, so Nick had figured he'd kill time until then by disguising himself as Storm Shade and asking ponies if they'd seen Zecora. Mr. Waddles was the first pony he'd even approached, and it didn't leave a very good impression on him.
Nick worked his way through the ponies loitering on the street, apologizing quickly every time he bumped into one of them or got in their way. When he reached the end of the street, he craned his head in every direction to see if he could catch another glimpse of the pony he was looking for. He heard him before he saw him, noting the familiar slurred speech and imagining the drunken stumbling that went along with it.
Pierce was standing by a tree, or more specifically, standing against it, while talking to an irate looking mare who seemed to have a very slight blush spread across her cheeks. As Nick got closer, he was able to catch the topic of their conversation; evidently, the old lush had gotten a bit fresh with her and she by no means found it at all humorous.
"...sho, let me get thish straight...you're mad...about shomething...right?"
"You know darn well that I'm angry! You...you..." The mare turned scarlet as she spoke. "...you...fondled my flank!" She spoke the last part quietly, but Nick was still able to hear it thanks to his new powers.
Pierce leaned in closer to her, turning his head so his ear was nearer to her mouth. "What was that? I fondled your what?" He fell forward and landed face first in the dirt, making the mare back up a few steps to avoid being knocked over with him.
Nick chose that moment to intervene before the stallion made an even bigger fool of himself. "What's going on here?"
The mare looked relieved to see the armor clad pony approaching her. "Oh thank Celestia! Maybe you can talk some sense into this drunk!" She spat as she kicked Pierce in the side.
"Hallelujah!" Came his muffled reply as he continued his drunken charade.
Nick reached down and hauled the older pony to his hooves, waiting for him to get his balance before dragging him away down the street. "Let's get you somewhere so you won't bother anypony else."
"Are you coming on to me? Let me go, I'm not one of your prench girls!" Pierce struggled pathetically against Nick, managing only to throw himself to the ground once again. "Jack! Come back!" Nick rolled his eyes, picked him up again and threw him down a side street. "You know...you remind me...of a woman I used to know..."
"You can stop now, Pierce. It's me."
Confusion spread across his face. "Me? Me who?"
"It's Nick! Now quite screwing around, I don't have a lot of time."
Pierce chuckled. "Don't get your tail all twisted up, I knew it was you the moment you walked up."
"Then why did you keep up the act?"
"Part of me wants to say to make sure nopony was listening. The other just says it's fun to mess with ya."
Nick ignored that. "Have you heard anything from Mercer?"
"Mercer? No, I haven't run into him yet. Why? Did something happen?"
"Oh yeah. He got a letter today."
"And? I get letters all the time, it's not that big a deal."
"No, I mean he got a letter today. Specifically for him, but it was addressed to Fluttershy. Somepony else knows what he is."
Pierce shuffled his feet a bit as he digested the news. "Where's Mercer now?"
"Somewhere in town. The note told him where to meet the pony who wrote it, and he hoofed it the minute he got a chance. I thought maybe he'd ran into you on the way."
The other pony looked away. "No, I've been trailing a couple guards to listen in on their conversations. I was hiding in the Quills and Sofa all morning, so I wouldn't have noticed if he'd run by."
"What have you heard?"
"Nothing new. Though I doubt it matters." He looked Nick up and down. "From the looks of it, you already know about as much as I could find out on my own. When did this happen, anyway?"
Nick looked down at himself, still finding it strange to see another pony's hooves instead of his own. "Just a little while after I got back when I left to tell Mercer about the guards. He followed me to Fluttershy's cottage and was listening in on us."
"So you killed him, eh?" He looked impressed.
"Well, Mercer fought him. But he made me kill him so I could impersonate him."
Pierce stared at Nick intently. "How did it feel?"
"It hurt like a bitch. I do not recommend it."
"That's not what I mean." Pierce leaned in closer. "How did it feel to get another ponies blood on your hooves?"
Nick froze up at that, unsure of how to respond. How did it feel? How was it supposed to feel? It wasn't something he was used to, that was for certain. It was new. It was...different. But was different bad?
...Now he wasn't so sure.
Before the silence he created because of his lack of a reply became awkward, the clock tower chimed, signaling the beginning of another hour. "Crap! It's noon!" Nick turned and sprinted for the center of town, leaving Pierce behind without even saying goodbye.
As he ran, the last thing the sandy haired pony had said to him kept repeating in his head. Nick fought to focus on something else, but he suddenly found himself unable to think. His hooves pounded the dirt of their own accord, carrying him thoughtlessly to where the other guards were waiting for him, or rather, 2nd Lieutenant Storm Shade. Even as he galloped into the clearing surrounding Town Hall, his mind was still echoing that innocent yet strangely hard to answer question.
Right up until he slammed muzzle first into a foal carriage that thankfully was empty at the moment of impact. Once he apologized to the slightly addled mother and her giggling baby, he took a moment to get his bearings, searching Storm's memories for where he was supposed to be meeting the other guards.
"...You have your orders. Zecora must be found. Whatever intelligence she possesses is vital to our mission. Ask anypony you come across, and keep on the look out for anything suspicious. We'll meet back here by this tree at noon sharp. No excuses. If you're not here by then, I will have to assume the worst...I hope you will give me the same courtesy." The sound of his superiors voice was so fresh in the pony's mind it was like he was hearing it out loud.
Nick walked around the large building in the center of Ponyville Square, keeping his eye open for the tree the voice in his head spoke of. He was rewarded with the sight of seven armored ponies standing in a circle at the base of a small tree, all of them standing with expressionless faces.
He summoned all the memories of Storm Shade's past he could find, applying every aspect of the guard's personality to the way he walked and even how he held himself. As he approached they all turned their heads, watching him closely. Suddenly he felt like he was in school again, walking up to the front of the class to deliver a speech. He kept up his facade, knowing if anypony knew how Storm Shade normally acted, it was the ponies he trained and fought with, and even a single thing left out could decrease his chances of walking away from this unscathed.
"I said noon sharp, Lieutenant, not whenever you decide fits into your schedule best. What in Tartarus took you so long?" The gruff voice of his commander put Nick on edge, though he blamed that on the nerves he was now borrowing from the pony who'd faced verbal beatings from the owner of said voice for years.
"Sorry, sir. I got caught up-"
"Auriga."
"Capella." Nick spoke before he had even registered what the pony said. The meaning of the countersign was almost lost on him, until the memory of Storm Shade learning it popped up in his head. It was standard security protocol ever since the Changeling attack on Canterlot. He only knew to say his password because Storm had spent several hours chanting it to himself so he wouldn't forget it.
His answer seemed to please the pony, if only enough to cause him to visibly relax. "Alright then. Now that the Lieutenant has finally decided to grace us with his presence, our headcount has broken even. Congratulations, none of you managed to get yourselves killed today."
Before he could stop himself, Nick snorted loudly, bringing the attention of the group back to him. He brought his hoof up to his muzzle and pretended to wipe his nose, giving the impression he had only sneezed. The other guards bought it and returned to listening to the commander, except for one, who was now giving him an accusing glare. A glare that was barely noticeable under his helmet, which was several sizes too big for him.
Nick tried to avoid his gaze, but found it difficult with the other pony standing right across from him. The pony looked fairly young, almost a little too young for a Canterlot guard, though something inside Storm's genetic memory was telling him not to let that fool him, that this pony's young age was not to be taken as a sign of weakness. The pony, or as Storm's voice was telling him, Charming Masquerade, stayed perfectly still as he kept up his harsh gaze, the only exceptions being when pushed up his helmet from over his eyes or ruffled his wings every few moments. Nick was already feeling an uncomfortable knot forming in his throat, and he couldn't shake the paranoia somehow he'd already been found out.
The stare down continued even after it had been taken notice of by the other guards, and their commander, Armored Swirl, was finally forced to asked "Sergeant Masquerade, care to explain your sudden fascination with the Lieutenant?"
Charming Masquerade was silent for a second, doing nothing but intensifying his glare. When he did speak, it was directed entirely at Nick. "...What was it that caused you to be late, exactly?"
"What? Uh, I was questioning a pony. I was late because I couldn't get him to shut up." A few of the other ponies chuckled at that, nodding their heads in agreement as they recalled their own similar encounters.
Unfortunately, Charming didn't find it so amusing. With a growl, he launched himself forward, tackling Nick to the ground and pinning him down by his shoulder. A metallic click sounded out right before something cold, metal, and very sharp pressed itself firmly against Nick's throat.
"Sergeant! What in the name of Celestia do you think you're doing!?" Armored Swirl's outburst might as well have been a whisper, as Charming wasn't listening either way. He pushed the points of the claws on his hoof further against Nick's neck, threatening to break the skin.
"Who are you?"
Nick fought to keep himself under control as he replied as calmly as he could manage "2nd Lieutenant Storm Shade."
Charming narrowed his eyes to slits. "Who are you really?"
"That is who I am!"
He didn't seem convinced. He held his position, his wings flaring out in agitation. After a few moments, he whispered "How did I lose my helmet?"
"What?"
"How did I lose my helmet!?" Charming screamed.
His helmet? Even as he thought it his viral cells were already searching the memories of Storm Shade, flashing images behind Nick's eyes until they stopped on a group of ponies resting around a table playing a game of cards, laughing heartily as they forced the blushing stallion to retell the story for the sixteenth time. "You took it off when you were flirting with some mare back in Canterlot, and you forgot it when she invited you to come join her for lunch."
Charming let off his grip just a bit. "And what happened after that?"
"She brought you to a Cafe and introduced you to her friends...and her husband. Then she tried to hook you up with her sister-in-law who was almost twice your age so you made up an excuse and got the hay out of there." When the young stallion lowered his weapon, Nick slowly pushed his hoof off his shoulder. "By the time you got back to retrieve your helmet, it was gone, so you bought a toy replica at the souvenir shop to try to keep it a secret from Captain Armor. But he saw right through it the moment you reported in after your shift because you forgot to take off the price tag." At that point a small crowd had gathered to watch the quarreling guards go at it, and all of them had heard the story and were now snickering quietly to themselves.
Charming backed away, giving Nick room to stand up and brush himself off. "...Sorry about that, sir. Something seemed off about you, and I had to make sure you weren't a Changeling."
"That's alright Sergeant. I would have been offended if you hadn't thrown me to the ground and stuck a blade into my esophagus." Nick rubbed his throat. "But next time, how about just asking? If you had, I would have told you I am most definitely not a Changeling." This time he suppressed the giggle rising in his throat.
The sound of somepony clearing their throat turned both of their heads, and their commander, who had been watching the whole time along with the rest of their group, said "Are you two lovebirds about done? 'Cause unless I'm mistaken, we were just about to begin our intel report." Nick and Charming nodded, walking back to the lineup of guards and standing next to each other. Armored Swirl continued. "We all ready? Good. Lieutenant, we'll start with you. Did you find anything out regarding Zecora?"
Nick shook his head. "No sir. She hasn't been seen by anypony for several days. All the ponies I've talked to have said the same thing: it's like she just disappeared." The others all nodded their heads slowly, having had similar findings themselves. "I'm not sure any of these ponies actually know anything about what's going on, sir."
One of the other guards spoke up. "Or if they do, they're not letting on. I think this goes beyond a simple disappearance."
"I agree. Something's brewing, sir. I can feel it. We're in for some deep shit if we don't find out what's going on here, quick." They all grew quiet after that last remark, the implication of it sending deep shivers down their spines.
"...Well, we sure as hay weren't sent out here to find out we know absolutely nothing. Do any of you have any leads? Anything at all?"
The rest stayed silent, suddenly finding their hooves interesting. Charming was the only one to finally say something. "Well, it's not exactly a lead, sir, but I did meet a mare earlier today that was acting fairly strange."
"Was she bright pink with extremely curly hair?"
"Uh...no."
"Okay then. If you do happen to come across a pony like that, disregard any strange behavior she may exhibit and get out of the area as quickly as possible. I cannot stress this enough..." Armored Swirl took a short pause, a look of fear and anguish crossing his features for a moment before he shook it off. "Alright Sergeant, who is this pony you thought to be acting 'strange'?"
"Her name was Berry Punch, sir. She was in a hurry when I met her, and she all but dragged my cousin Derpy away while I was talking to her." Nick sucked in a breath the moment he heard Berry Punch's name. Charming didn't take notice. "I wouldn't have thought much of it if it hadn't been for the thing she seemed to be trying to keep Derpy from saying."
"And what was that?"
"Just the name of some new pony in town. It was like Berry was trying to keep her from saying who he was."
Armored shook his head. "Well, it's probably nothing. But we have nothing else to go on, so find out where she is and question her anyway."
Thinking quick;y, Nick stepped forward, saying "Sir, I'd like to go with the Sergeant, if you don't mind. I've got a few questions for this 'Berry Punch' myself."
The aging pony gave a short nod. "Very well. The rest of you, same routine. Keep your eyes peeled, we're bound to stumble on something sooner or later." They all saluted, but just as they turned to leave they were stopped by Armored for one last thing. "And, um..." He cleared his throat. "Y-you all might as well all steer clear of Sugarcube Corner...I've uh...already cleared it..." The guards all stared at their commander confusedly. "...Dismissed!" |
The Dragon in Equestria | pre | The rocky ledge in front of the cave gave way for a picturesque view of the vividly saturated landscape. High enough near the mountain peak but just below cloud level granted onlookers the magnificent sight: rolling hills and dark green mountains spanning for miles, a mirror-like lake settled neatly in the valley to the left, and a column of smoke rising from the bustling village just below the horizon. For the dragoness perched atop the ledge above it all, she cherished that spot as her refuge from the stresses of life.
Only weeks after learning to fly, the dragoness found solace up there after a tense argument with her parents. The location was far enough away from the dragon tribes down in the valley that she essentially had the whole mountain range to herself. Any sign of life up there was the occasional mountain goat tiptoeing up the cliffside in a daunting effort to lick at the salt deposits within the cracks of the stony wall, oblivious to the impending danger. But the insurmountable peace it offered cooled her anger while it warmed her soul.
Eventually, the dragoness found herself fleeing to the safe space whenever she needed, often staying for a couple days before coming back home. Nobody else knew where she would go, and she preferred to keep it that way.
She was a grown dragon now, having moved away from her tribe and into the cave that dug deep into the mountain precipice not too long ago. At this point, she wished her refuge was even farther away from her village, but she would never find another place like it.
Tonight was a night of reflection. Ever since the dragoness adopted the cave as her home, she no longer had to flee somewhere else. Though she would try to get out to explore and hunt more often, her presence was needed at the cave for a very special reason. Out of the many stones life had thrown at her over the years, it recently tossed her something miraculous--something wonderful.
The moon illuminated her ocean blue scales, each one gracefully overlapping the other to create the artistic canvas that was her draconic form. Her lighter hued, slightly translucent neck fins stood perked, flowing nicely behind her head. Her beautiful azul wings lay folded comfortably on her back; she hadn't used them in a while, all for good reason though. Her forelegs dangled over the cliff's edge, swaying her paws through the blowing midnight breeze. Her head held high, blissfully absorbing the moon's luminescence through closed eyes.
The wind briefly altered direction after she heard a subtle flapping sound behind her. She knew who it was, but refused to regard his arrival. An orange-colored drake carrying a brown pouch in his maw had landed onto the wide platform in front of the cave's entrance.
"I trust you were able to find them." She said without batting an eye, her snout held aloft.
The drake trotted over to her resting place and plopped his rump beside her. "As a matter of fact, I did." He responded, mimicking her crude tone. He untied the knot at the pouch's opening with a foreclaw and pulled out a sizable bunch of deliciously plumb bananas. "This was the last bunch they had. The market only sells so much of these you know." He added, handing the dragoness the yellow fruit for inspection.
Had the green-tinged peels not already suggested, a few whiffs along the rinds indicated these bananas were of sufficient quality--ripe. No brown spots. "These will do fine." She finally announced after her prolonged examination of the fruit.
The dragoness leisurely tossed the bunch back into the pouch and slung it over her shoulder. Rising from her perch, wings flared and joints creaking, before turning towards the entrance of the cave, leaving the orange drake at the cliff. "Wha-?" He started, scrambling to his paws in a hurry. "W-wait a minute! Don't I get a thanks and some appreciation?" He donned a pitiful pout upon his muzzle paired with teary puppy-dog-eyes.
The dragoness halted in her tracks, then turned back around after putting on the fakest smile she deemed the drake worthy of. "Of course! Thank you so much, Norwin, full the most succulent, most ripe, most banana-est bananas you have given me. I knew you'd eventually figure out what they were!" She had enlisted his help in finding the rare fruit a few days ago. Although, he returned multiple times with the wrong item, and his effort was more than she gave him credit for.
Appalled, Norwin stamped his paw hard against the flat rock. "Hey! You're the one who kept telling me 'Yellow, Norwin! They're always yellow!' when every fruit and vegetable I see down there at the market is yellow and long like you said."
"Yellow squash and banana peppers are not bananas." She hissed; her voice was glazed with a tempting sweet undertone yet spiced with condescendence. "You should really ask the vendors what you're looking for next time."
Norwin squinted his eyes at her. "Well, I'm glad those bananas are to your liking." He teased, clearly enjoying the banter.
The dragoness' mocking expression dimmed. "Yes...they are. Though it was a bit of a delay, you did fetch them for me." She admitted. Honestly, she was intensely grateful he would be willing to do such a thing for her. "I really needed them, you know,... for Torr." The name too casually slipped out of her mouth. Her face froze, regretting bringing him up in the conversation.
Torran, the little ray of sunshine life had given her, broke free from his eggshell prison only a few days ago, their newborn child whom the mother chose to raise herself. For now.
Norwin quickly dropped his playful demeanor at the mention of his son's name. "Hey," He took a small step forward. "H-how is he?"
The dragoness heaved a great sigh upon hearing his question. "He's fine, Norwin. He hasn't done much but sleep, squeak, and eat since he hatched."
"Heh," The orange drake glanced down at his paws and smiled, "Got a big appetite, huh? Reminds me of a certain someone." His left foreclaws lightly scratched at the rock floor.
The dragoness tried to hold back a smirk. A certain someone. Ha.
"Can..." He muttered, before looking back up at his mate so she would hear him properly. "Can I see him?"
Oh no. Gods, Not this please. The dragoness could see the moisture and redness accumulating in his eyes, a sight she couldn't bear to see. Yet, that look told her he already knew the answer. "No, Norwin. Not today." She hated saying that.
Her mate quietly swallowed as he nodded in response.
She continued. "I...need some time...away. I appreciate you helping me care for him, but...I--we need distance." Her expression donned that of mellow frustration. Did she need to remind him every time?
Norwin faded into a solemn stare. "I understand. I leave in a week. My squadron commander has requested that we report in a little earlier than expected." He turned his head away to hide his wavering voice. "I really thought that you would...that we could be 'ok' before I go off."
A week? Until he goes off to that...horrible shit.
Her sympathetic expression dissolved. "That is your choice, Norwin." She spat with extra venom. "Of course we wouldn't be 'ok' when you leave us for some damn war."
Norwin winced at her retort, somewhat in disbelief. "You're not being fair! They need me!" He shouted, but the anger was no substitute for his sadness. "I can't just stand still and watch our kind burn. I'm doing this to protect you! I'm doing this to protect our son!"
"And leave the both of us behind!? What am I going to do?" Now her own angry tears began shedding from their ducts. "What am I going to do when Torr needs a father figure and you're not here!?"
"I will be doing my part to protect you both! Gods, do you not understand what will happen if we do nothing?" Norwin broke from the intensity to gaze beyond the horizon. "It's...it's my duty."
"No it's not! Don't be stupid, Norwin. Your duty is to Torran!"
"Then why won't you let me even see him!?"
"B-because...--"
"Because you don't care about the dragon race. Torr won't have a world to grow up in when we are all dead!" Norwin's voice stretched to breaking point.
"Then stay with me! We'll go somewhere where we will never be found. We will be safe, away from all of it."
"I can't just do that. I-I have to stand up for our people."
"Dammit, Nor. Why this!? Why now!? You said--no--you vowed that you'd stay with me when we were mated! So why are you so eager to leave? We were going to be a family!"
"WE ARE A FAMILY!" Norwin roared; an echo enhanced by the geological structure of the mountains shattered the silence. The shockwave had startled a nearby goat licking at a tasty salt deposit, causing it to skid down the rocky slope a few feet before a brief struggle to regain its footing. A slow moment passed after the larger chunk of his anger had been exerted before he sank back down on himself. He waited for the quiet to return. "We are a family, Auria. So long as we have love, we are a family."
The blue dragoness frowned as she gazed at the ground in disdain, unable to even look at Norwin. "No...We're not. Not like this."
Norwin could hear the final nail being hammered into the coffin somewhere. This felt like the last straw to both dragons. They have had the same argument over and over again ever since he announced he would be joining the dragon military, yet each time they ended up in the same pit. "Auria, please...please don't say--"
"Just go. And don't come back." If Auria chose to look at him right now he would probably look sick to his stomach.
The orange dragon's neck frills and tail drooped downward. The damage had been done, and her wishes were to be respected. "Okay...I'll go." He turned towards the cliffs edge and unfurled his wings, but he wasn't eager to go right away. Rather, he stood in place for at least a minute as if he had forgotten how to fly. But he knew how to fly. With sunken sorrowed eyes, he craned his neck back to his mate. "Goodbye, Auria. I will...always, always love you." And with that, he leapt off the cliff.
The dragoness lifted her gaze as she watched the orange disappear into the black night.
It wasn't long before she could taste the salt from the tears dripping into her mouth as Auria cried. She loved Norwin. So much so she believed he would be the drake partner she daydreamed about as a fledgling. To finally escape the cruel world with another lost soul like her. But maybe severing her ties with him would rid her the pain of ever losing him.
Gods. I'm so selfish.
A tiny squeak echoed from within the cave behind the dragoness. A mother's calling. The switch now had to be flipped. Wiping the burning wetness from her eyes, Auria turned into the wide cave entrance, head held low.
The cave entrance narrowed into a winding tunnel of rock, like a worm boring through the flesh of an apple. The stone walls were naturally decorated with glowing deposits of illuminous crystal, casting the cave in a dim yellow hue. Most may find it difficult to see even with the aid of the natural light emitting from the stones, but the biological advantage of a dragon's slit iris allows for clarity at greater distances and clear nocturnal vision.
The stomach of the cave opened into a spacious, yet comfortable layout for its dwellers. The mineral glow here was far brighter than the path leading to its inner confines. Dragons did not require furniture like some other creatures, nor did they find the necessity in decoration. A home to a dragon only needed be only two things: loving and warm.
This cave in particular was no exception. At the corner of the room lay a pile of expertly woven blankets with dazzling patterns of colors and stripes. Though a little worn, they offered a soft, cozy embrace for the little dragon that lie on top of it.
"Hello, my little Torr." The dragoness cooed after dropping the brown pouch nearby. The dragon hatchling perked up at the sound of his mother's soothing voice. His eyes remained shut--he had yet to fully open them for the first time--but he was very much awake. "I've brought you something extra special. They don't grow anywhere near us, that's for sure." She laid down beside the mound of blankets, curling her form around it for added warmth, and dragged the brown pouch over with her tail. "They are called bananas. Can you say 'bananas,' Torran?"
"Banz!" The youngling replied.
"No. It's ba-NAN-nas. Say ba-NAN-nas."
"Ba...banza...banz!" An excited squeal escaped his tiny little lungs as if he finally figured it out.
Auria huffed a tired laugh. The hatchling's speech acquisition was already beginning to surface just a few days out of the egg. Although, she suspected that he may only be attempting to imitate the sounds she made rather than trying to understand a word's meaning. "Yes, Torran. I brought you some banzas."
A swift fumbling with the pouch's opening revealed the yellow deliciousness inside. The mother gently tore one banana from of the bunch--they were puny in her paws--and set in on the cave floor to be cut. She was familiar with the fruit. As a dragon, tearing off the peel of the fruit without squishing the soft, internal flesh was always a challenge for her. Her claws could easily slash through materials as hard as cast iron, so she need be gentle, especially around her newly hatched son.
With a single foreclaw, she slowly traced the tips along the length of the fruit to pierce and separate the yellow seal. She flipped the fruit on its opposite side to repeat the same process. As she worked, tiny pinpricks went up her back. The hatchling had already begun climbing atop her gigantic body to investigate. He really was a pawful, both figuratively and literally. "Hey you." She cooed.
After a bit of tugging on the peel, the dragoness managed to free the cream-colored fruit from its prison. Its wafting scent also seemed to rouse the little hatchling crawling about. "Be patient, little Torr. You'll have your dinner soon." She calmy assured, nipping at the nape of his neck to set him back atop his bed of blankets. The little hatchling squeaked in protest.
Flexing a singular claw out from its sheath, Auria delicately sliced the banana into chunks small enough for her son to swallow without choking. He was going to eat a lot tonight knowing his voracious appetite, so she made sure to feed him in small quantities.
After the entire banana had been thoroughly diced, Auria gingerly scooped up the fruit pieces and sprinkled them over the blanket. She made sure to toss them into Torran's peripheral so he would stumble upon them as he crawled about.
The proud mother watched her son perform a micro-hunt within the soft, rolling blanket folds. With just a couple whiffs of the air alone, he was able to track down each piece of banana within his midst, like a bat giving chase to a flying insect. Auria giggled at the voracious effort he gave to stuff the food down his tiny gullet. "You're going to be so big and strong someday. Like your father."
One peculiar feature of little Torr's appearance she noticed right out of the egg was the small tuft of fur atop his head. Though she cared little about the way he looked, she still couldn't place the biological logic for it to even be there. Regardless, the tiny ball of energy was nothing of miracle in her life; one that she would cherish. And she couldn't be happier that he was with her, in her cave. Her refuge. Her solace. Her sanctuary.
The lonely cave cooled during the nights being at such high elevation. The only trace of airflow inside came from a smaller port near the roof, offering a quiet white noise for the inhabitants. But out of some mysterious aura that seemed to emanate within the mountain cavity, the dragoness swore she could feel heat radiating from the rock beneath.
Naturally, the glowing cave crystals began to dim, signifying their rest period. Funny as it was that the crystals needed rest, almost like the miniscule forms of life inside of them were calling it a night.
Regardless the mood or weather outside, Auria felt welcomed here. She would often entertain the idea that if the cave entrance had an engraved message it would say, "Come inside, stay awhile." That she certainly did.
Her meandering thoughts were rudely interrupted by the pathetic squeaks coming from the bundle of blankets squirming in her forepaws. The hatchling had already snuffed down the last bit of banana and was making a desperate attempt to escape the soft confines. "Torr." His mother huffed, a little weary from dealing with this pawful of joy.
But instead of scampering off, the mother watched her child scoot closer to her foreleg before settling comfortably upon her, his fragile body draped over her appendage. "Such a charmer."
It seems like everyone in the universe was telling Auria to go to sleep. The cave was dim and cool, and the impossibly small lifeform on her leg fell into a snooze without a sound. Yet, she couldn't follow suit. In fact, she wanted to, but the effortless task seemed too difficult right now. Especially after her multiple fights with Norwin.
Her meals became fewer and farther between due to the stress the whole situation put on her. A perfect life was just around the corner and then...no. Don't think about it. It was his decision.
Her body betrayed her nonetheless as her eyes watered and her gut clenched. Maybe she could cry herself to sleep this time, she pondered.
A far memory fell into view. A hymn sung by an unknown voice she heard as a hatchling at night in the village. It felt like no other dragon could hear it aside from her. Beautiful, melancholy, and comforting it was to her ears. In any case, it could have been sung by another sorrowful soul somewhere else in the village, as if no one cared to hear his song. But she did. That music was special to her, because it was the only remedy when she suffered from insomnia.
Over time, she had forgotten the words, but the tone was forever engrained into her heart. Taking extra care to not disturb the bundle of slumber on her leg, she rested her head snugly over her son. Hopefully, in this position, he could feel the vibrations from his mother's throat as she hummed herself to sleep. |
Arc Angel | pre | "Ain't sure Ah like her though. She's a bit... well, she's very busy all the time, Ah don't have a problem with that, but she's got a real problem with mah authority."
I chuckled slightly.
"You know," I said in reply, "I have a.... a very good friend who has a very similar flaw. She really doesn't like being ordered around and she's not afraid to let you know it, often very bluntly. She's... She's very flirty, very choosy and she, in the whole time I've known her, has only had one partner."
She nodded gently.
"Yep, Ah've met a few flirts mahself over the years. Where's this friend of yours now?"
"Oh... she's back home."
I can hear my voice crack and break as I speak of Nightspring. The look she gives me is skeptical, as though she's not sure if I'm telling the truth about something, but I think she'll let it go.
"And where is 'home' for ya Sugar?"
"Canterlot," I replied dully, "She's a royal guard up at Canterlot."
I can sense her surprise, even though I'd looked down as I'd said it. I guess this town didn't see many visitors from Canterlot.
"Why is it every time we have visitors, they're from Canterlot?"
Well, I never said I was always right.
"Hey, I didn't say I was from Canterlot!"
The look she shot me was both unimpressed and one that said 'really?' in a really sarcastic way all at the same time.
"Then where ya from stranger?"
I flushed again and looked away.
"Canterlot."
"Toldja," She said flatly.
Normally I'd consider conversations like this in the morning as troublesome, but considering the nature of my company... I don't think the morning is going to be anywhere near long enough.
Mornings with a beauty such as Applejack rarely ever are. ~*~
Applejack insisted that I stay in bed for the next day, even after my rather powerful rejections to the idea. As it turned out, I'd slept for three days straight, my sickness waxing and waning through the days I was here. According to Applejack, her brother and I found me after a bright beam of light lit up the sky three nights back. If they found me, that means anypony hunting me could follow me and find me as well. I spent most of the day in bed being attended to by Applejack's teenage sister Applebloom. She was a cute girl, but I'm much too old for her, and I don't think her sister (or her brother, who I also met. He scares the hell out of me) would appreciate me taking any sort of untoward or romantic action towards her little sister.
I think the main problem that kept me in this bed was that I couldn't possibly tell Applejack why I had to leave so quickly. And of course, without a reason she wasn't letting me leave until she was positive I'd healed completely. Thankfully I'd been well fed whilst I was here, so that was something. Applebloom is actually in the room right now trying to get me to drink some water, despite my assurances that I'm alright. She's been with me almost all day, and she's been uh... well, she's been babying me I suppose. Much more than was necessary and much more than her sister would. Big Macintosh (The brother) was always out in the orchards tending to the apple trees and other crops.
I'm starting to wonder about this young mare.
"So AB," I asked cautiously, making her look over to me after putting the mug of water down moodily, "Tell me, do you have a coltfriend or hasn't anypony struck lucky with you yet?"
She blushed brightly and I swear I saw a triumphant little smile on her face.
"Nah, nopony yet Arc. Ain't like mah sister nor brother help none though. AJ is a great sister, but she chases all the colts away, and Big Mac is a good teacher and brother, but just him bein' him scares a lot of colts away. He don't even mean to."
The country accent of Applebloom and her family was a welcome break to the Canterlot Socialite's accent. I'll admit, my Canterlot accent is definitely very well defined. I was born in Canterlot, and my parents were as well so my accent is certainly that of a Canterlot pony. It's still nice to hear something not so... sophisticated? I guess that's the right word.
"That's a pity Applebloom. They'd be lucky to have you."
She blushed a little more and giggled.
"What about yaself? Surely ya got a special pony of yer own right?"
I hesitated. Let's consider this for a moment. If I tell her no, I think there's a definite possibility she'll come onto me, which would be a big problem. Obviously I can't start dating now, let alone somepony as young as Applebloom. She's a lovely girl, don't get me wrong, but I just can't do it. Not to mention her siblings would hunt me down to the ends of Equestria and probably beyond to carve out my tripes with a dull letter opener. Also, in this respect, I'm sure that there are some of the country's hunters wouldn't hesitate to use ponies close to me as bait. And if I got too close to AB...
Well, I just know the system.
On the other hoof, if I tell her I've got a sweetheart back home, maybe, just maybe, she'll leave me alone.
"Well, now that you mention it," I said quietly, "There is somepony waiting for me when I go home."
This isn't a complete lie at least. I'm hoping that Nightspring is willing to wait for me to clear my name, and maybe still be available for that dinner. She actually seems disappointed now, but I can't say I regret my decision. Although this might just be me being selfish and hopeful. I'm not certain. Either way, I said what had to be said, nothing more and nothing less.
I hope.
Truth be told, I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm new to this whole adventure thing, so naturally I am sort of apprehensive of what the hay I'm doing. I don't know what I'm doing, and obviously I've already made a mistake in getting sick. Not to mention I've had terrible luck with being the consciousness being knocked out of me once, and not taking another ration pack from the guard I had to knock out to get away with my life. Sucks to be me so far.
"Oh. So uh... what's she like?"
An idle smile climbed onto my face as I thought of Spring.
"Oh, she's beautiful, flirty, teasing. She's got a bit of a tough exterior to some ponies, especially ponies who show interest in her. But she's got a heart of gold and I've never known her not to stand up for her friends. She's always been there for me, and she's never let me down before. I doubt she will this- no, I know she won't this time either. I've only been away for six days... and I already miss her."
There was a bitter disappointment in her voice as she replied. It went against a lot of me simply to say that. I hated lying, even if it was only a half lie. It makes me feel... despicable and wrong.
"Well, She's a lucky mare then. Lucky to have somepony like you in their life."
I couldn't help it. The whole idea that Nightspring was lucky to have somepony like me in her life was enough to make me laugh. Nightspring didn't need me. She never had and she probably never will. She was superior to me in every way. She's faster, stronger, more agile, flexible and all round better, she makes friends easier, more outgoing, and everypony seems to fall in love with her.
"No Applebloom, I'm lucky to have her in my life. She's pretty amazing."
She didn't seem terribly impressed, nor did she look convinced. But she did drop the subject, which is all I could ask for and all I wanted. That is the first time I've ever had to shoot somepony down. Not the first time I'd done it, but all the other times I'd done in on accident.
I felt terrible for doing that to her, but it was for the best. ~*~
Night fell on Sweet Apple Acres, and with it came my decision. Applejack had told me none too gently that tomorrow I spend one more day in bed before I can get up and about and I can't waste any more time here. I've already been here too long and spending any longer with somepony sniffing up my tail probably isn't a good idea, for me or anypony else. I'm afraid they'll get hurt. I don't think Shining would condone it, but sometimes hunters can be downright sadistic creatures. Applejack is in with me now, wishing me good night. Now she was leaving, but I'll have to wait a while before I can leave without notice.
So I wait a few hours to make sure everypony is asleep and I slide out of the bed. As quietly as I can obviously. I reached for my magic and began to refract the light around me, bending it to my will. See, if I can make the light bend around me, I become invisible. It's a handy illusion trick that I've learned from the advanced illusion classes at the School I used to go to. I wish I'd payed more attention to the other spells though, I only picked up this one in the classes I attended. Ah well, it's a handy spell and I can't say I haven't found it helpful before. Satisfied I'd covered my entire body in this 'bubble' of refracted light, I started on my way through the house. Being on the second story, I couldn't jump out the window without injuring myself, potentially really badly. So I had to settle with sneaking out via the door.
Sneaking down the stairs, in fact, was majorly annoying. They creaked at each step, and about halfway down there was one in particular that groaned and I froze, afraid I might have woken somepony up. After a few seconds, it didn't sound like anypony was awake, so I continued.
creak...creak...creak....creak...
One of these days I will find some way to make everything I walk on silent so sneaking will be easier. But, until that day, I suppose I'll have to make do with trying to be as quiet as equinely possible. I'd just reached the door when a familiar, albeit sleepy, voice interrupted me.
"Applebloom? That you?"
Applejack had woken up. I stood stock still, terrified that, should I move or make a sound, I'd be found. After the silence reigned for a little while, she spoke again.
"Big Mac? Is it you down there?"
Still I remained quiet. I really didn't want to mess this up, and sweat was now dripping from my forehead. I swallowed heavily and tried to slow my breathing, maybe make my heart stop beating like a drum. It's so loud, I'm actually worried about her hearing it. After a while again she snorted and stamped one of her hooves.
"Dangit, Ah know somepony is down here, an' if ya ain't Applebloom, and ya ain't Big Mac, then Ah know its you Arc!"
I sigh, knowing that regardless what happens, I'll be caught, and let the spell fail. Applejack's would have saw me immediately, I'm sure of it. I heard her coming down the stairs, and then she was behind me. I still faced the door, but I looked at the floor.
"An' where do ya think yer goin'?"
"I'm leaving Applejack," I replied softly, "Don't try to stop me, I have a lot to do, and I can't accomplish it by waiting here."
There was a short silence before she sighed.
"Look Sugar, Ah know ya keepin' somethin' from me. Ah ain't normally one t' pry, but if ya don't tell me what it is, Ah'm going to have to keep ya here anyhow."
Right. The sexy farmer stopping the runaway guard from leaving her home. Celestia, it's like one of those really bad, trashy romance novels. One of the ones that had one of those authors who seemed to think that the sex scenes made the book, you know? Left with no other choice, I turned around and I told her. I told her everything that had happened. I told her my side of the story, I told her how I'd been taken in for questioning, everything. It felt good to tell her the truth, to finally tell somepony I knew would believe me the truth. By the end of it all I was close to tears as the gravity of the situation came crashing down on my head. She stood there silently, looking my straight in the eye. They say that eyes are the windows to the soul. Scientifically, I know this cannot be true. But... somehow that's exactly what it felt like she was doing at that moment. Staring right into my soul. It was an eerie and disquieting feeling.
After a long moment of silence, it could have lasted for a day or an hour for all I know, of looking into the beautiful eyes of Applejack, she smiled grimly at me.
"Well Sug', Ah'd say ya got a bit of a problem there. T'aint sure if Ah can help any more than Ah already have, but Ah'll be sure to let the family know ya were never here. If them hunters ya mentioned come lookin' for ya, We ain't never seen ya before. S'the best Ah can do."
A smile. I felt my mouth lift into a relieved smile.
"Thanks Applejack. I wish I could repay you, but... I'm afraid I'm a little short on anything and everything at the moment."
Her grim smile turned much happier and a little cheeky.
"And you were gunna leave without even takin' some food with ya. Ya ain't too good at this whole adventurin' thing are ya?"
All I could do was blush in embarrassment because, let's face it, she's completely right. It didn't take her long to find me saddlebags and fill them with (typically) apple related foodstuffs. I don't know how she managed to fit so much in there, but she did. And that was only one side. I didn't see her pack anything into the other side, which means these things are going to be hellishly unstable. Oh well. As she fastened the last of the straps on the saddlebags now adorning my sides, I was surprised to feel that they were much lighter than I thought, and perfectly balanced. When I brought this up, standing next to me as she was as we stood outside the barn where we'd moved to collect the saddlebags and fill them with the supplies she'd decided I needed, she nodded and a wry smile flitted over her face.
"Mah friend Twilight's mighty good at magic. Ah got 'em as a present from 'er few years back. But since ya need 'em more than Ah do, Ah'll pass 'em onto you."
Her smile faded into a grin and she glanced at me.
"Mind you, Ah want 'em back when ya finished with 'em. So you make sure ya take care of 'em, ya hear?"
I nodded silently, thankful and awed she'd give me such a gift. Well, lend me such a treasure is probably a better way to look at it. Either way, it was kind of her. I turned to her and, all of a sudden, I was struck by the stupid shyness that plagued me around beautiful mares. And what a beautiful gal she was. I know I've already covered it, so I won't go on about it again. She hadn't even put her hair up as she normally did during the day. I guess she took it out when she slept, and hadn't bothered to put it back in. Either way, she was stunning. I flushed and tried to stammer out a goodbye.
Dammit, I can't fucking brain around this mare, almost as bad as around Spring!
"I uh... Thanks Applejack it um... It means a lot to me and uh... and stuff..."
Smooth. Real smooth. She giggled at my awkwardness and looked at me and I swear it was from under her lashes. I'm probably wrong, I think I was fantasizing just a bit.
Only a little, I swear.
"Well, Ah had to help ya somehow. Ah'm just glad ya thankful. Ah hate ponies who don't care none about that."
Wow. Sexy, cute and has her head on right. Why didn't this mare live in Canterlot? I tried to think of something nice to say to her and drew a blank on anything appropriate to the situation. Oh sure, a myriad of affectionate ideas came up, but none of them appropriate to the situation. Overwhelmed, I simply said the only thing I could.
"Well, Goodbye Applejack. You'll see me again when I drop off your bags okay?"
She smiled and nodded happily and, on sudden impulse, I leaned across and planted a gentle and quick kiss on her.
What the fuck brain.
She froze instantly, eyes wide, and I skipped quickly out of range of her hooves. She looked at me sideways, then her eyes narrowed and her voice had an edge to it as she spoke.
"An what, pray tell, was that? Ain't ya got nopony waitin' for ya at home like ya told Bloom?"
Fuck. She'd heard that. Not trusting my voice, I shook my head. She raised an eyebrow and a burst of words spilled from my muzzle.
"Well it wasn't a complete lie, I'm hoping she's waitingbutwe'renotactuallytogether."
She lifted a brow.
"Alright, so why on Equestria did ya just do that?" She asked ominously, stepping towards me. Again I skipped out of range nervously. The sun was coming up, which means I had to leave, and soon. Left with nothing else, my brain latched onto something and forced my tongue to say the words. To this day I don't know why I didn't stop myself
"Y... You're sexy." I blurted out before my eyes widened and I bolted, terrified.
I think she chased me all the way off her land.
All I can say is.... The fuck brain? |
Arc Angel | First reunion | Oh jeez, I have to screw it all up every time don't I? I spend a day at a farm with a beautiful mare, and I screw everything up. Jeez, I can't even spend a day in the company of somepony like Applejack without making them hate me. You know what really sucks? That this is the story of my life. The only friend I have who's female that I made myself is Nightspring. Sure, Bolt Flare and my other room mates certainly did have a hoof in getting their fillyfriends to like me. But for every time I've tried to talk to anypony who was pretty or anything of the sort I'd become... well basically my old, awkward self. See, back in school, I was an awkward, gangly mess. my mane and tail never changed, but I was thin and I was horrible at socialising. I locked myself in my house and room and studied what I could. I was never terribly good with magic, but the potential I'd showed in the initial test had more than convinced them. I'd practically blasted the wall away in an insane attempt to prove to them that I was worth teaching. Apparently they decided it was enough, if only to make sure that I didn't wreak havoc through the city.
I think they did it more from fear than actually wanting to take me in. But they took me, and I think they were disappointed in me when I started. I couldn't summon that sort of power again even if I tried. And trust me, I tried. I majored in Illusion and combat magics, and even then I was terrible. Or, not terrible, but mediocre at best. I had a little trouble with making illusions solid. I can make them lifelike easily, but making them solid is another thing altogether. Combat magic, on the other hoof, was difficult no matter what it is. Sure, I'm better at it than I am even at simple levitation, but I tend to combine my combat magic with my illusion magic to mask and enhance it. I rely mostly on my magic and hoof to hoof combat, and I have to make sure I'm not within striking range for my enemy's weapon.
Why the hell am I talking about this?
Ahem. Anyhow. My hooves are killing me, and I'm not sure if that's because of my mad gallop away from Sweet Apple Acres and the (admittedly much faster) Applejack. In fact, the only reason I got away from her is because I made it look like there was six of me, and we all dashed off in different directions. She gave chase to the wrong apparition and I got away clean. I was shocked that it worked though. Guess she hasn't seen many illusions since I did have to make it up on the fly. I'm not complaining though. I'd rather not face her wrath from unwanted affections. She probably had a coltfriend of her own. Oh jeez, I hope not. If she tells him about what happened and what I look like, he's likely to try to kill me. And I really don't want to have to beat up anypony else.
I'm skirting the little town that Sweet Apple Acres sits across from and I have to say, it's quite adorable. Much more my style than stuffy Canterlot, but to be honest, it's not really heavily populated enough. I know, that's not something many ponies would admit to, but I like populated areas, the denser the better. I guess it's because I can blend in easier in large crowds than in a town as small as this where, no doubt, everypony knows everypony else. I like to know I'm not recognised in public except by anypony except those I was friends with.
Hold on, I think I'm being followed. I can feel the prickling on the back of my neck that was the trademark sign that somepony was following or watching me. Continuing how I was to avoid suspicion, I turned a corner into an alley and quickly bent the light around me, rendering me invisible just in time to watch a bush with big, thick framed glasses poked around the corner with an exaggerated movement. I remained close to the wall, eyes wide as I watched it, and heard it gasp and shoot away down the alley, looking for I can only guess me. I waited for some time to make sure the bush wasn't coming back before shooting away myself, not wanting to run into her again.
I think I got away with relative ease, although I was dodging a bush, a large bale of hay and a weird looking box with a massive mustache and the same glasses on it. It was... disturbing to say the least. I've never been chased by inanimate objects before, and certainly not a bloody bush. As it was, I bypassed the main part of the town and cut across a park, making sure to keep the spell up. I didn't want to be seen, and the only thing ponies would see is maybe a strange shimmer at best. Dodging a few ponies, I managed to get through the park unseen. I got past it and what did I see but another house? Well, more a cottage than a house, but you get the idea. On the other side of the cottage was perhaps my salvation from civilisation.
A forest.
I could hide in a forest for years if need be. Obviously I have shelter there, and if not obviously I can make some. Either way, I need to get past the cottage first. Not that it's going to be difficult, aside from a heap of animals, nopony seems to be there. I decided to be careful anyway and kept my refraction up. It was starting to take a toll on me, despite it being actually quite a simple spell to pull off. I actually passed through the space between the forest and the cottage relatively easily, despite one bunny staring at me the entire time. He must have seen the shimmer of me moving, understandably, much too fast to not leave a trace. Definitely a downside, but I'll live with it. Besides, it's just a rabbit. I did, at one stage, hear somepony humming and it sounded quiet pretty, but I wasn't here to admire pretty humming, I had to get somewhere where I could spend the night and hide out until I got a plan together.
And that forest was my best bet.
But now that I'm in it, I'm not so sure. I let my illusion drop and a strange sense of dread hits me like a hammer. I don't understand, what's this feeling? This place is just a forest, why would I be filled with such a sense? It's ridiculous, I'm a guard! A Royal Guard of Canterlot! I will not be cowed by some stupid forest. It's just a bunch of trees, what could possibly go wrong?
I traversed deep into the forest. I didn't want to be too close to the entrance, and I had to find a source of clean water. There's a lot of weird noises here, and I'm really not in the mood to find out precisely what they are. Pushing through a curtain of stiff plants of some kind (Obviously I'm not too well versed in foliage), I find myself in a clearing. Shafts of sunlight illuminate the area, and there's a bubbling, enticing looking brook right there. Throwing caution to the wind, I rush over to it and start gulping down water. It's sweet and clean, and there seems to be a few bushes here and there with some kind of berries on them, so I suppose this is as good a place as any to set up camp.
I take off the saddlebags with little difficulty and reach into the food stuffed left bag, bringing out a cold apple fritter and bite into it with relish. Damn, that mare can cook. Again I find myself wondering why she doesn't live in Canterlot.
Good Celestia that's annoying.
As I eat, I look at the right side saddlebag with curiosity. These things are magically enlarged, so would that mean there's something in that one to offset the weight of the other bag? I polish off the fritter and flip it open and reach in. The first thing that popped out at even my slightest touch was a small tent, bursting out and erecting itself whilst I scraped myself off the floor and was glad that nopony was around to hear my distinctly girly scream.
It was a small thing, barely large enough for a single pony, and even then they'd have to be pretty small. Not tiny, but small. But it was shelter, and that's all that matters, making my first priority much, much easier. Eagerly, I dug into the bag again, bringing up a pot, two frying pans, a small metal grille on a stand that I could rest the pot and pans on, and a kettle complete with several boxes of tea bags and powdered milk. Twilight Sparkle, you are a fucking legend. AJ said she got this from her friend 'Twilight', and since she's an element of harmony (As explained by the VIP clearance for the castle) I can only assume she meant Twilight Sparkle. She obviously knew what she was doing. The last thing I brought out (After soap, shampoo, conditioner, two different sized combs, a brush, magnifying glasses, a horn file, a hoof file and a set of binoculars) was a knife.
A knife.
Survival knives are often exaggerated by sellers to make them sound better than they were. Whoever made this knife obviously knew what the hay they were doing. The thing had a long blade with a wickedly sharp smooth edge at the top of the blade and a serrated edge for sawing at the strong of the blade. The hilt is made of strong wood of some kind and is very nicely crafted. On the bottom of the hilt rests two letter.
'AJ'
Obviously this was made for Applejack. I made a mental note to thank her fervently the next time I saw her, after she'd finished kicking my flank to the other side of Equestria that is. Either way, I had nothing to actually test the edge against that was practical, so I couldn't actually see if it was sharp without potentially hurting myself, but it looked sharp enough, so I shrugged and decided to put it in last when I packed up, in case I needed it. You never know. For now, I decide to tuck it away in the tent. So I trot over to the tent and poke my head in to find a place to put the knife and my jaw drops, dropping the knife with it. Yes, I was holding the knife's hilt in my mouth, shutup.
The tent was massive inside, a definite improvement to the outside. It still only had one bed, and yes I mean an actual bed, but it looked like there's much more room, and I'll bet you can put more in here. The whole place was already set up, including a small, empty bookshelf and a bedside table. I trotted over to that, opened the top drawer and lay the knife down there and decided to go make myself some tea.
Ah, tea.
It felt like years since I had tea when I had my first sip, even though it'd only been about a week. Either way, it was like Celestia herself descended and bestowed unto me a taste of Alencar itself. I tried to make it last, really I did, but it was just so delicious that soon after I made it it was all gone. A sad thought, but true.
Ah well, perhaps another cup in the evening.
Oh, and by the way, the cups were in the tent. In a cupboard. It was so cool. I have to meet the unicorn that enchanted this, because I think guards should be given these as standard issue for long distance recon missions and such things. Because this. Is. Awesome.
Simply Awesome. ~*~
I spent most of that day, after my tea of course, laying charms over the campsite. One to keep it from magical detection (at the cost of my magic when a probe of thought was sent out), one to make it difficult to see from the air which would have to be renewed every twelve hours and a series of compulsion traps.
A compulsion trap is a tactical combat spell. Basically you infuse an area with an idea, and as somepony walks onto it, the idea takes a hold in their mind and bugs them incessantly until they follow through with the idea. Unfortunately, they have limited range. It also takes almost no magical strength since all it's doing is sending one tiny little idea and planting it in their mind. One must remember, however, that the more ponies who walk across the field at any given time, the amount of energy required increases. For example, persuading twenty ponies that they don't need to walk any further takes exponentially more than simply convincing one. It also depends on the complexity of the idea, even to the point of being capable of persuading your target's mind that there's something there that isn't, or isn't something there that is. Doing something like that takes much, much more time, effort and magical energy to create and maintain. It also depends on the pony. Certain minds are more resistant than others. This might make it sound like a waste of time and energy, but it's worth it if you know what kind of idea to implant.
Simple ideas catch hold much easier, so I simply implanted a sense of insane boredom into the areas I trapped, followed by a sense of rebellion. The boredom will make them more susceptible to rebellion. However if the pony is naturally rebellious, I can't see how it'll help, but the boredom should work. As a last resort, straight after the initial two rings is a third ring with a powerful compulsion to turn around and go back, that searching any further is useless. But if they get to there, it'll tax my magical energies and will probably leave me unable to fight back if any more than six or seven make it through. Maybe. Could be less, could be more. As I said earlier, it depends.
With my safeguards in place and night approaching quickly, I searched around for some wood to start a campfire away from my barriers. I picked up sticks from the forest floor, dry leaves, anything flammable. Heading back, I sat in front of my very own, brand new tent and started setting my campfire up. A circle of rocks to keep it contained along with a shallow pit for it as well, then I started heating up an apple pie that Applejack had given me and set some water to boil in the kettle. I'm going to have to remember to thank Applejack and Twilight Sparkle the next time I see either of them. All the while, I had to think about what the hay I'm going to do.
I'll be damned if I let myself get blamed for crimes I didn't commit. And I know that Shining is an honourable stallion. If I can get him to listen to reason, I have to be able to prove...
The Princess! Of course!
When the Princess Mi Amore Cadenza is awake, I'll be able to go home! She knows I didn't attack her! She can corroborate with my story and prove that I'm not responsible! Which means that Shining will let me go, and possibly let me back into the core, and I can apologise to her about being so damnably aggressive. It's so simple, I can't believe I didn't think of it before! In fact, it's been what, six days? She's probably already awake. I'm not going to risk it just yet, since couriers took time to get from one place to another, but it's entirely possible that I can get this over and done with sooner (preferable) rather than later (not preferable), go home and hope that Spring is still up for that dinner.
Yeah, that's a plan. That's a good plan. It means all I really have to do is wait things out, right? Easy peasy. If only I wasn't so alone... hooo..... oh well. I won't be for too long hopefully. I'll come out in a day or two and hopefully this whole thing has blown over and the Princess has told them what really happened. Then I can go home.
I have never in my life wanted to be home more. Even if I am alone there in relations, I have great friends and, even though she's not interested in a lame bookworm like me, I have Spring.
And they're all I need. ~*~
I've waited for two days in this forest, and I haven't heard a hide nor hair of anypony looking for me. It's a relief, and maybe a sign that they're not looking for me. That, or their not looking incredibly hard. And without that sense of urgency, it could mean that I'm not being hunted to be brought home in shackles anymore, which is a definite plus. It's this reasoning that has made me decide to leave the forest today. It rained yesterday, and the water skein I found in the tent after a more thorough inspection has been filled by it, so I've got hydration while I'm on the road. I'll keep the camp site up just in case though, I don't want to have nowhere to go back to should I be wrong.
I've fashioned a makeshift sheathe for the survival knife that was in Applejack's saddlebag, and it now hangs at my hip much like a sword would. I may not be terribly well versed in swordplay, let alone combat with a dagger, but it's more reliable that hoping that my magic won't fail me completely halfway through combat. Leaving the saddlebags in the tent and the tent up, I double check my wards, recast my gramarye for fliers and begin my exit. The forest is just as creepy as I remember, and I find myself shying away from several sounds. I'm so glad there's nopony here to see me being so damnably cowardly. No point beating myself up about it, only to go on. Self consciously, I cast a track spell in case I get lost.
The Track spell, affectionately named the 'Breadcrumb' spell in reference to an old folk tale, links one mental anchor to another, one to a location and one, naturally, to the mind of the caster. It then strings out mental energy in a thin, ethereal stream that one can 'follow' back to the original anchor. It's a safeguard in case one gets lost, or if you're working your way through a maze. It's low level spirit magic, and not many ponies put stock in it. Goes to show even the lowest level spells are hand huh?
Anyhow, I think it took me about an hour, hour and a half... maybe two? To find my way to the exit to this place, which is significantly longer than it took me to find my clearing in the first place. But the Track spell was still strong, so I'm not complaining. I finally figured out what's so eerie about the forest as well. There's no birdsong. None at all, not even a peep. I burst out into the sunlight and take a moment to bask in it's brilliance. Two hours in the dark does things to you when you don't know what's around you, and it was good to be back in the sun. After my moment of basking, I looked to the sky. More than likely if there was a pony looking for me, the first to find me would be a pegasus. At a cursory glance, I can't see anything, but it's best safe then sorry, so I take my time. I can see a few birds, but nothing more. Satisfied that I'm alone I take a step and stop, staring at the pony now looking at me with wide eyes.
I remember her not only from the VIP posters, but from meeting her once before. her green eyes are wide and watching me and I'm not sure she recognizes me. I know her as Fluttershy, and I also know she's terribly sweet. She's also insanely cute. Her mane is a lovely shade of pink that actually goes quite well with her yellow coat and feathers and her flank is adorned with three pink and yellow butterflies. Figures, since she's almost as quiet as Butterflies. Hesitantly, I lift my hoof and wave to her. I think I jolted her out of her reverie because she started before waving back to me with a smile on her face. How about that, she does remember me. Well, may as well go and say h- OOF!
Something fills my vision and I feel a crashing pain in my chest and torso as I'm flung back, straight back into the forest. I hit the forest floor a few times, bouncing like a rag doll before hitting a tree.
Ow. Ow, ow, ow, ow.
I look up slowly to see a familiar face standing over me, glaring down at me like I was some sort of disgusting rat to be squashed.
"Nightspring?" I asked incredulously. Her armour had been heavily modified for extra maneuverability and she had a mask and goggles over her face, but I'd recognize those beautiful, heavenly wings anywhere. I'd also recognize the large, broad bladed scythe she was pulling from the holster on her back. I could see her eyes from under the goggles, and she looked pissed, determined and something else I couldn't quite place.
"By order of Guard Captain Shining Armour and by the authority of the Princesses Celestia and Luna, you, Arc, are under arrest. Shining Armour has put out a decree for your return, dead or alive."
I felt my heart sink even further than it already had.
"You're coming with me Arc, whether you like it or not."
Like it or not huh... Guess it all went to hell then? Why the hell hasn't Mi Amore woken up yet!? She should have been able to tell them what happened that day in her room! Gah! I'm not giving up! I will NOT give in!
"No," I firmly reply to Nightspring. I'm on my back against a tree, but even from my vantage point I can see her eyes widen, "I'm not going back to face a punishment that isn't mine to take."
I hear her growl and the grip on her scythe loosens a little and her stance shifts subtly. Time to weight up my options. I can't take her in combat without my armour. That scythe is too deadly and has a much farther reach than I'm comfortable with fighting. Obviously I have no armour at all, meaning it'd instantly cleave me in two and she'd barely have to try. On top of that, She had armour on that covered all the important places, not that I think I could even bring myself to harm her in the first place. I'd never be able to forgive myself if I hurt her, even if it was just a scratch. That's actually probably why they sent her, because of my stupid infatuation. It wouldn't have been difficult to find out about, just ask anypony in the core. Even Spring knew about it, she was just nice enough not to be cruel about it.
So, what's option one? Give up. Give in, go home and face the music. What's the worst they could do? Imprison me for half my life then let me go, incapable of finding work, unable to go back home and unable to find friends. I'd end up a hopeless vagabond in the street, probably wouldn't survive the first year I'm free.
Option two: Fight back. This is a bit of a no go automatically since I can't hurt Spring, and even if I could I'd have to get within range to fire off a punch or two and hope I can stun her. I can't rely completely on my magic, although I'd use it to enhance my combat abilities. Problem again with that is that I've sparred with Spring before. I have never once won a sparring match with her. Ever.
Option three.... Well, it's the only viable one I can think of.
With a gulp, I rolled out of the way as the scythe came down like a god's wrath, hitting the tree at an angle, the blade sinking in like a knife through warm butter. It occurs to me that it wouldn't have actually hit me, rather she wanted to trap me with it. Her eyes flashed as I leapt to my hooves and took off, running as fast as I can. A few seconds and I can hear her behind me, no doubt bounding from tree to tree occasionally. In a desperate attempt to throw her off, I create several copies of myself and send them off in different directions. I can't tell if it worked, and I only have one place left to go. Taking a long, roundabout route to return and using my track spell, I return to my campsite. I'm in a bit of a hurry, so I have no time to be nice and my horn lit up as I reached for the tent magically. It seemed to read my intentions however and packed itself down and into the saddlebags. I don't have time to be impressed and, with a burst of exertion, I levitate the utensils into the bag as well and reach for it only to hear a triumphant shout and hurl myself out of the way just in time to avoid Nightspring's tackle, which she switches into a roll. How she got past my wards so easily is beyond me, but I'm not about to question it now. I circle her warily, really not wanting to fight her. If I can get to my saddlebags, I'll be able to run again, and this time without having to concentrate on the track spell I should be able to manipulate the air around me to make me run faster. It's worth a shot at least, but first I need that bag.
Spring stops circling in front of the saddlebags, like she can read my mind.
Fuck.
Now I have no choice but to go through her to get them and that's going to be a problem. Without letting me even have a chance to plan anything she lunges forward, scythe held up, ready to slash. Without any other choice, a wrench the knife from it's place at my hip and hold it up at a parry. The solid sound of metal on metal rang through the glade as my survival knife stopped Belladonna in her tracks. I heard a growl from the masked Nightspring and she pulled the scythe away and spun around, going for another overhead swipe from the other side, the scythe spinning in her grip as she adjusted it. I turned and once again blocked it with my knife. I knew it'd be handy. With another growl of annoyance, she leaps back and watches me intently. I switch from handling the knife blade facing forward to a backhoof, defensive stance. I don't want to hurt her, but maybe I can get her to listen to reason.
"Spring, I don't know what they've told you," I said warily, trying to anticipate her next move, "But I assure you I didn't kill anypony."
"I saw the bodies," She shot back, "And you're the only pony I know who uses only his hooves in combat. Who else could it have been?"
Okay, another clue. They were killed via blunt force trauma, most likely hooves.
"Not me," I said back grimly just as she leaped into the air, delivering a spinning, lateral swipe straight at my head. Now that was too far, she wasn't trying to debilitate me anymore, she was trying to kill me. I barely blocked it and for a moment the blade was inches from my neck before I managed to push it back. I can already feel sweat dripping from my brow. Remembering the wards, I let them go, absorbing what energy I could from them and began to focus.
"Oh no you don't!" She shouted and swung the butt of her scythe up and smacked me right between the eyes. I saw stars and for a moment couldn't comprehend what was going on around me just in time for her to start swinging at my hind legs. With a split second reaction I leaped up and towards her, like I had with the guard with a spear. Belladonna hit the ground as I landed on the handle, the extra weight making her drop her and suddenly we were grappling.
Now I'm in my element.
I threw a punch which she blocked, then followed up with a strike with my left hoof to her abdomen. She oofed softly as it connected and I tried to press my advantage only to be headbutted viciously. I felt my nose break and resisted the reactive tears from springing to my eyes. Adrenaline surged through my system and I let out a flurry of blows, first with my left, then with my right hoof. She managed to block a lot of them, but she hadn't undertaken advanced hoof to hoof combat training, and it was showing. She lashed out with a feral haymaker and I ducked under it, going onto all fours again before throwing myself forward and tackling her to the ground. She used my momentum to her advantage and flipped me over, landing on me, my broken nose pressing against her soft underbelly for a moment before she adjusted herself and started to lay into me. Her blows hurt, but they were made for swinging something much heavier and she wasn't used to fighting like this, so they didn't affect me as much as they could. I took advantage of her winding up a stronger blow and grabbed her ear in my teeth and yanked to the left. She squeaked and rolled. Now I was on her, but wasn't for long. In her roll she managed to get her powerful hind hooves under me and she kicked, her wings flaring on the ground and I went flying, rolling on the ground. I managed to get my hooves under me and looked up, dirt and hair filling my vision for a moment. I shook my head, trying to clear my eyes of the irritating distractions and looked up in time to see those beautiful wings filling my vision. In a bid of desperation, I reached for my magic and used the first and easiest thing I could think of.
Displaced air.
Displacing air can lead to severe and powerful physical effects including implosion and explosions, so making one directly in front of me normally wouldn't be a good idea if I hadn't thought of a combat shield as well. With a cry, Spring was sent sprawling back in the dirt, then slid into the brook, which seemed to rouse her. She leaped up onto her feet then faltered, almost toppling. She was running on nothing, whilst I wasn't? This was new. Must have been from her searching for me. She regained her footing and leaped at me. I looked around desperately and the first thing I saw was my dagger and Belladonna on the ground nearby. And in that instant I got an idea. I waited for her, readying myself. When she reached my she leaped into a full body tackle. She always was more balls than brains. I dodged to the right, tolling closer to the weapons and she snapped open her wings and changed direction mid leap.
Perfect.
I met her tackle with an uppercut, hitting her straight on the jaw and her head snapped back as she collided with me. I used my magic to make gravity around us increase and we hit the floor forcefully, me on top. This would almost be fantastic if I wasn't currently fighting her in a deathmatch. That drained me more than I thought it would, but I still had enough energy to grab Belladonna from beside me and swing it downwards.
Impact.
She flinched as the blade entered the earth beside her head, sinking in like it was nothing and my horn lit up as I angled the haft across her entire body and the earth swallowed the other end of the haft, holding her firmly in place as I moved earth and packed it hard around her body, making shackles of earth on her hind hooves and a pair of blocks at her shoulders.
With it over, I did the only thing I could do.
I collapsed to the ground, exhausted, and slept. |
Arc Angel | Now, the crux of the matter. | My everything hurts. Like, majorly hurts. My head is swimming and I can't feel my nose... Oh right, it was broken wasn't it? Ugh, silly me. When I wake up it's dark, and I look to the left, straight into the aggressive, accusing eyes of Nightspring. I scrambled away, terrified until I remembered I had her immobilised. The haft of Belladonna prevented her torso from moving, and the blocks at her shoulder stopped her from going upwards across the ground, and she couldn't go the opposite or any other way thanks to the shackles at her hind hooves. I'll admit, apart from the powerful pang of guilt that overwhelmed me at that moment, I was pretty proud of myself. I'd managed to stop her from killing me, AND do it without seriously injuring her. I hope. I'm not actually sure how much damage my air displacement spell actually did. And it's cold. With a groan I managed to pull myself up to a sitting position. It took a lot more than I thought, and it hurt quite a bit. With a sigh I looked back at my prize. I suppose I can call her that at the moment. If it wasn't for the really peeved look on her face, She'd be adorable on her back like that. Her hooves were on her chest, trapped under the haft of Belladonna, and the straps on her armour are in tatters. Probably the effects of the explosion she went through. Air displacement might not be flashy and it may not be pretty, but it works. Her mask had come off at some point, probably while we were fighting, and her mouth was curved into a frown. I looked at her for a long time....
.....
"Would you stop looking at me like that!?" I demanded of her, getting sick of her look. She looked away, her face still disgruntled. Actually, that's a lie. It's not disgruntled, but I don't know how else to describe it. I sighed again and looked down at my broken nose. Better set that straight again before it heals all weird. This is going to hurt. I reach up with both hooves and set them gently on either side of my nose, clench my eyes and...
OW! FUCK! IT NEVER TOLD ME HOW PAINFUL IT WAS IN BOOKS, OWOWOWOWOW!
"Pansy," I hear from beside me. I look at Nightspring again with a frown. She still refused to look at me. It hurts that she looks at me such animosity, let alone that she refuses to look at me. For a long moment, I simply stare at her, then tiring of this and finding the pain of her refusal to even look at me too great, I stand up and leave. I need to find some firewood. As I walk, I can feel her gaze boring into my back, but when I turn back to look at her, she'd already looked away. As I search for wood for the upcoming fire, I try to figure out why on Equestria she of all ponies would come after me. The first thing that leaped to mind was that she knew me, she knew how I worked and she's the pony I'd most likely listen to. But if that was the case, why send her out first instead of keeping her as a reserve? I'm not THAT crafty, and I'm fairly predictable, as much as I loathe to admit it. It sounds like she had orders straight from the captain as well. Dead or alive...
It's like they've turned all this into a bounty hunt. But the fact of the matter is, Bounty hunts are illegal in Equestria. Sounds pretty stupid doesn't it? Thing is, if the royal guard can't handle it, it generally means the pony in question has fled the country. And if that's into neighbouring territory, it's almost guaranteed to be allied territory, which means they'd be apprehended the moment they were recognized and given back to our ruling body just as we do for them. Although most times it's griffons we end up delivering to their government rather than Zebras or Kirin.
Oh, Kirin? The Kirin are a sub strain of unicorn, or so I've read. They evolved from the same ancestors and they have powerful magic of their own. In fact, if one is to believe ancient accords that date back thousands of years, there was once a Kirin that was the element of magic. The Kirin are governed by their Monarch in the Somerset Glades to the south of Equestria. The endless plains of Zebrica lie to the west, the brutally dangerous land of the dragons to the East, and the Griffa lies far to the north. Not as North as the uninhabited Godsreach Mountains, and slightly to the east of that, but it's there all the same. They're long legged, slender bodied equines with a special affinity for the forests and woods that they call home, even speaking to them occasionally. Equestria is on excellent speaking terms with the Kirin and there's rumours around the castle of Celestia's fondness for the current monarch, King uh... King uh... Dammit, what's his name? Ugh, whatever. There's rumours around the castle, mostly from the maids, that Her Majesty and His Majesty are very, very fond of each other. To be honest, I think it'd do Celestia a world of good to settle down with somepony. Maybe the stress of running a kingdom wouldn't have to be so difficult to bear if she had somepony to be with.
Either way, it's none of my business. As it is, my back is getting speared by half a dozen or more points from all of these sticks and branches I'm carrying, so I guess I can head back now. Making my way back was more of a chore, since I'd forgotten to set a track spell, so it took me a few minutes more than I wanted. As expected, Spring was still in her spot, although closer inspection showed she was shivering. I considered moving her for a moment before rejecting the idea. Moving her would be a bad idea, since she could escape while I'm doing it and kill me very, very quickly. Instead, I redug my trench and moved the rocks from my previous campfires over to next to Spring, who watched me curiously as I did so, then started my fire up. She was watching as I pulled out the tent, and if she was surprised, she hid it well. After careful thought, I decided not to let her up to eat, but rather change how she was sitting. This was going to give me a major migraine, but this is Nightspring, and I don't want her to get sick. I take a deep breath and concentrate. The earth around her begins to shift as I watch it and Spring looks around in alarm, beginning to hyperventilate. I want to reach out, to reassure her, to let her know she'll be okay, but I can't. As gently as I could whilst keeping her restrained, I turned her over so she was laying on her stomach, her hooves folded under her in a typically comfortable fashion, stripping her of her armour along the way. Please understand this is not for my own perverted pleasure, but mainly because it'd get annoying with ruined armour hanging off of you.
She seemed shocked that I'd removed her armour, and given her wings free reign. She couldn't move otherwise from the cords of tree roots I decided to replace the earth with, but her wings could. She looked at me suspiciously and I smiled, trying to set her at ease.
"Eating while lying on your back can make you sick," I tried to explain softly before turning back to the fire, feeling her still smoldering gaze on me. Resigning myself to a long night of silence once again, I started to heat up one of the many apple pies Applejack had stuffed into the saddlebag over the fire. I had to be careful not to burn it of course, but I managed. I took the pie out with my weak telekinesis and plopped it into a frying pan and put it on the ground. It was then that Nightspring spoke.
"You know I didn't believe the captain at first."
I looked at her, surprised she'd spoken to me. She was glaring at me balefully.
"He said you had escaped from your cell and beat two fully armoured, heavily armed guards by yourself. That was in the report he gave me to look over as well. He figured that the only reason you had to escape was because you were afraid your guilt would be discovered and decided you must have assaulted Princess Mi Amore, or at least that you had much more of a chance that you had."
I wasn't surprised that something like this had happened, since I'd given it some thought over the time I've had and decided it was much more likely than what I'd initially thought. However her look brought something akin to physical pain for me. It really did.
"What about the princess? Has she not awoken yet?"
Nightspring looked troubled for a split second and I felt my stomach twist painfully.
"Priness Mi Amore Cadenza is... not well. She's been asleep since the attack."
Great. There goes my plan to wait this whole thing out.
"I take it there's no indicators that she'll get better soon?"
"No."
Typical. The only plan I had, destroyed. My chances of escaping this unfair accusation in one piece are lowering very quickly. I'm going to need a new plan, and I'm going to need it fast. I'm in a really bad spot otherwise. In the interest of intelligence, I try to pry her for more info.
"Has anypony figured out what's keeping her asleep? Physical attacks, unless they damage something vital, don't normally keep somepony asleep for a week."
Nightspring didn't answer, and I took the chance to tear a piece of the pie away and hold it out to her. She looked at me with a look that screamed 'Are you fucking kidding me?'. I shot a look back, hoping it'd get my message across. It's this, or nothing. She sighed and opened her mouth and I carefully put some of the pie in her mouth. She lunged forward, damn near taking some of my hoof with the pie. I swore and flinched back as she smirked at me. Looks like I'm going to have to remind her who was in charge here. I let my magic sweep into life as I forcefully held her mouth open with it. She looked at me as though I was insane, then with the most malicious and bad tempered look I've ever seen. I fed her more pie, letting her mouth close once I'd left the pie in far enough that she couldn't bite me. I don't think she's ever been so powerless, and I felt terrible doing this to her. I fed her slowly, giving her time to chew and swallow each piece before preparing the next one. After she declared she'd eaten enough, I held the water skein to her lips and she drank greedily. Guess she was thirsty. I felt guilt well up in me again.
"Spring..." I whispered quietly, catching her attention almost instantly, "Why didn't you tell me you were thirsty..?"
She glared at me and refused to answer. With another melancholy sigh, I sat down and began to eat my half of the pie. It was, admittedly, delicious, but my mind just wasn't up to enjoying the taste of the pie. Here I was, camping out in a forest with the mare I've crushed on since forever, and I had to restrain her just to keep her from killing me. This is like my biggest dream turned into a really, really bad nightmare. Add onto that that I'm being hunted for a crime I didn't commit, and it turns into a nightmare I can't wake up from. Worst night yet. Even worse than the three days I spent sick in Applejack's home. A frown covered my face as something occurred to me.
"Hold on, How did you find me? I thought I'd done a pretty good job covering my tracks and being stealthy. How did you find me?"
Spring didn't respond for a moment.
"It... was luck," She admitted grudgingly, "I was flying by when I noticed you stepping out of the forest. I'll admit, you've got guts camping out here. Most ponies wouldn't touch this forest with a ten foot pole."
My frown did not disappear. if anything, it deepened.
"Why not? It's just a forest."
She shook her head.
"No, this is the Everfree Forest. Even you should know that name. Especially you, in fact. Bookworm."
For a moment, I could have sworn her old, teasing, flirtatious voice was back, but I might have been imagining things, because it vanished pretty quickly.Then what she said hit me, and it hit me hard.
"What!? The Everfree Forest!?"
She nodded with her limited range she had and smirked.
"You didn't even know did you? You have no idea where the heck you are do you?"
I flushed and looked away, but the damage was done. She burst into laughter, shaking a little as she laughed. I blushed all the more at her mirth.
"Shutup! I didn't even know where I was when I woke up, let alone where I'd end up a few days later. it seemed like a good place to camp out, easy to hide."
She was still laughing, and I swear that I could feel my face burning up and catching fire. A few minutes later and she was still laughing.
"Ugh, ENOUGH! It's not funny anymore! I get it, I got into a dangerous neck of the woods, but I was in danger either way! Hey, it was only luck that you found me as well!"
She clammed up at that and frowned, much to my relief. With a glance to her, still frowning, I made up my mind.
"If I tell you everything that happened, do you promise to at least listen to me?"
For a long moment, she didn't answer. I could see her mulling the idea over in her mind, mainly because she pressed her tongue to the inside of her cheeks and sort of moved it around. It made her look absolutely adorable with her face scrunche up like that, with her tongue pressed to her cheek.
"... I can't promise you anything."
Well, it was more than I thought I would have, so it was a start.
"Alright, I'll try to keep it brief. It started when I was incarcerated..."
I must have spoken for an hour, hour and a half at least. I'm not sure if she was hearing everything I said, I wasn't even sure she was listening, but despite this I had to tell her. I had to make her understand. I needed her not to hate me, as I'm convinced she does. I told her what happened on the day she got me the soup, I told her about how I woke up in the middle of nowhere, how a guard tried to arrest me and I was forced to stop him, that I didn't hurt him badly, and I patched up his dislocated wing. I told her of how sick I got, but left out the identity and location of the pony who took care of me and gave me all my new equipment, then I told her of how I sneaked around the town and into the forest. I told her then about the meeting that I had with Princess Mi Amore, to make sure she understood exactly what happened and how I had left the room soon after. I then went on to detail exactly what I'd done the rest of the day, making sure she understood I didn't even have the time to attack the Princess. The whole time she was quiet, never speaking. In a bid to escape the memories of what's happened so far, I looked around, spotting Belladonna lying not too far away. I reached forward and picked her up gently, being incredibly careful. This weapon was everything to Spring, and I wasn't about to damage her in any way.
For a very long time, she lay quietly. It was maddening, but I wasn't about to bother her about it. If I did, she'd be likely to disagree with me on principle. I knew her too well I suppose. I was almost asleep when she spoke softly.
"I guess I always did doubt things. I didn't think you were capable of doing such terrible things It didn't seem right. I've known you for so long..."
I remained quiet, to simply let her speak.
"I thought it strange, that you could defeat and beat down a pair of elites. I mean, you're pretty good Arc, but you're not that good. I'm not even that good, obviously. I mean, I couldn't even beat you this time. The third guard I found seemed more like your style, beaten down but not too badly beaten up. Well, except for the utterly destroyed spear. That was strange. I've known you for almost ten years, and never once have I seen you do something like that. I had no doubt you did the number on the patrol guard, but I doubted the spear. Then I found traces of tracks and followed them, found your hut. I'll admit, it wasn't too bad I suppose. But after that... I found a few traces, but nothing substantial. I sort of flew around, hoping to see you and well... you know what happened from there."
She sniffed and a glance revealed she was looking down at the ground. I couldn't see past her lashes, so I wasn't sure if she was crying or not.
"I... I wanted to find you before anypony else could. I asked around the town but nopony had seen you. I guess that... I wanted to find you before anypony else because... I wanted to know. I wanted to find out if you were really guilty. But when I saw you... I guess I just snapped. I was frustrated, and in my frustration, I turned to the only thing I could to keep myself focused. My orders. They came directly from Captain Shining, and it was all I could think of. Then when you fought back I guess... I guess I snapped again and just fought back. For a moment there, I would have killed you. I guess... I'm sorry about almost killing you, I didn't mean to be so damnably impossible."
Impossible? Well, I suppose that's one way of looking at it. If 'trying to kill me with a giant scythe' is any form of being 'impossible'. I suppose she's feeling bad enough already though without aggravating the situation. Well, I suppose it can't hurt. I lean forward and nuzzle her cheek gently. I know she hates sympathy, but this is more of an acceptance of her apology rather than sympathy and I think she got this, because she didn't lean away.
"Look, Spring..." I said quietly, "I swear to you, I didn't do it. I didn't kill those guards, and I certainly didn't harm the princess. I might not have had a comfortable or particularly long conversation, but I didn't harm her, nor have any intention to harm her. I promise you, I never did anything of the sort."
She didn't answer and, to be honest, I didn't expect her to. With a sudden decision, I wanted to know if I could trust her. So, naturally, I did what anypony would. I asked.
"Spring, If I set you free, do you promise not to attack me?"
There was a moment of silence before Spring spoke again, and there was a definite note of challenge in her voice.
"Well, I suppose you'll have to trust me won't you?"
Dammit, this was not what I had planned. Well, no risk no reward, right? With a nervous gulp, I began to slowly let her bonds disintegrate. It was a swift process, and as the last fell away, what I most feared happened. She leaped outward straight at me and hit me full on in the chest, bowling me over and snatching Bella from my grasp and planting the blunt edge of the blade (the outside edge for those of you who don't know much about scythes, apparently a lot of ponies don't.) to my throat and pressing down. I could still breathe, but I knew if she wanted to she could easily kill me, so I go limp, fearfully looking up at her as she smirked down at me.
"Well now, look who's good and stuck!"
She leaned down, grinning. Her close proximity both scared me and made me a little nervous... in a different manner. It was confusing, and I felt myself flush.
"Looks like I have a chance to repay you for your little tricks." |
Arc Angel | Payback and intentions | Note to self. Never, ever give Nightspring a reason to seek revenge over you.
A normal guard would probably hit you once or twice, perhaps rib you out on something concerning your fillyfriend or insinuate that you had a coltfriend, maybe even put eggwash in your helmet or sometimes super glue. But Nightspring? She's like the vengeful spirit from hell. I am a grown stallion, and I have no qualms admitting that. I might not have a fillyfriend, but I am a grown stallion, I am, or was, a Royal Guard of decent distinction, and I have never backed down from a fight in my life. But what Nightspring wanted me to do, and quite forcefully told me I would do under threat of death by broad bladed Scythe, was fucking terrifying, humiliating and all round pathetic. I can feel my stallion's pride wilting even thinking about it. She is now known to me as possibly the most sadistic, evil, beautiful and amazing pegasus mare I have ever had the painfully unhappy pleasure to ever meet. She is, as of right now, on my bed, toying with my survival knife. I'm not sure why, but it seems to have caught her attention.
I never thought I'd have my stallion status stripped away from me so utterly and completely.
"Would the mistress like more tea?" I asked hesitantly, and around a pot filled with said tea. Now, it should be noted here and now that had I access to my magic at the time, this would not be happening. But considering she's slipped onto me an inhibitor ring, the only magic that's around me is the illusion feeding from the sparkling stone around my neck, which is affixed in a pretty pink loveheart shape. The illusion is... Ugh, do I have to even think it? The illusion is making it look like I'm wearing a maid's uniform, all black and white and frilly to boot.
This is not how I expected the evening to go at all.
She smirked at me from the bed and made an effort to look like she was considering it before grabbing her mug and holding out to me.
"Of course I would. Come along then maid, pour me some tea."
I'm not sure if she's still angry at me, or if she even believed me, although she hasn't knocked me out and taken me back to Canterlot yet, so I suppose things could be worse. Not by much, I'd actually caught myself wondering if it'd be better to simply turn myself in. It wouldn't be nearly as humiliating. At least I wouldn't be appearing to wear these fucking fishnets. I don't think I'll ever be able to look at fishnets the same way ever again.
Ever.
Fucking fishnets.
"What's taking you so long maid? I want my tea."
I jolted out of my reverie, noting that I had yet to pour her some tea, so I hurriedly poured her some tea, leaving quickly and returning with the (freshly made) milk in mouth.
"Milk Mistress?" I asked humiliatedly after I put the damnable saucepan down. She smiled at me and winked at me, holding out her mug again, still holding the knife in her other hoof. Quietly I picked up the saucepan and carefully poured a measure of milk into it.
This sort of thing went on for the rest of the night, with tasks ranging from making her drinks, getting her a snack or retrieving her something from the other side of the room. She even made me massage her hind hooves because they were hurting. I... I'm ashamed to admit it, but I did consider offering to extend it to a full body, but I chickened out at the last second. Now she's sleeping on my bed, and I don't know what to do. She didn't tell me I could dispose of this ridiculous illusionary outfit, so I'm still 'wearing' the uniform, sitting by her bedside waiting for her. After it became painstakingly clear she wasn't about to wake up soon and despite her looking absolutely adorable, I left the tent for the solitude of being outside. The fire was starting to die down, so I added a few sticks to it in the hopes of keeping it going. I don't know what time it is, but I do know I just want some sleep and things to go back they way they were. Nightspring has done some weird things to me in the name of payback, but this is more than that. This is just humiliating and degrading, especially for a guard.
So I lay down by the fire, nursing my wounded pride, hoping I would fall asleep soon. I had no such luck, as what felt like an eternity later the sun poked it's head through the trees. The fire had gone out hours ago and I was shivering with the cold. So now I was cold, hungry, thirsty and tired. I had all the ameneties I needed to sate all of this, but it wasn't allowed for me at all, all thanks to Nightspring and her silly games. She had the saddlebags with her along with all the campfire utensils, my knife and her scythe. I grumbled blearily at the sun before forcing myself to my hooves and stumbling back inside. She hadn't told me when this stint of 'payback' would end, so until she said otherwise or I got a chance to escape, I guess I had to play along with it. It was much warmer in the tent, and as I walked past the bed and to the saddlebags to get out the pots and pan, I heard Nightspring waking up behind me, and felt her stretch and yawn.
"Arc..? S'that you?"
Still shivering, I turned around and bowed my head to her in a pathetic display of subservience.
"Y-y-y-yes Mistress," I replied quietly, damning the chattering of my teeth as I spoke. She looked at me in alarm and gestured for me to come closer. Hesitantly, I stepped forward once. She frowned and pointed to the edge of the bed.
"Come here." She commanded sternly and I, of course, had no choice but to obey. I staggered over, trying without much success to limit my terrible listing from side to side before sitting down, planting my flanks to the ground. Her stern look turned to one of concern.
"What happened? Why are you..." Her second question died on her lips and a flash of guilt lit up her face, "Did you sleep outside!?"
I swallowed heavily and shook my head. She looked skeptical.
"No mistress, I didn't sleep at all last night. It was too cold, even by the fire," I replied, this time managing to keep the tooth chattering to a minimal. With a sigh of frustration, at least I think it was frustration, I'm not entirely certain, she leaned foward and grabbed me. I squeaked as I felt her hooves grab me, which is not a sound any stallion should ever make, and she giggled softly before pulling me forwards, coaxing me towards the bed.
This is not how the morning was meant to go at all.
I held back, pulling against her wishes this time. I may hate this pathetic ensemble and the way she's making me wait on her, but I will not go back on or fail to keep my word. I told her I'd do it until she was satisfied her payback was paid in full, and that's the way it's going to work. At least, that was how it was meant to work. With an irritated growl and a show of strength that belied her size, she wrenched me from place and dragged me into the bed, me protesting the whole way, still trying to stay in character. She covered me up with the blanket and made sure I had my head on a pillow. At this point, I had thought she'd leave. You can imagine my surprise when she lay down next to me on her stomach and draped one wing over me. I must have been blushing or something because she snorted with laughter.
"Don't get any stupid ideas bookworm. This is just so you don't die on me. You're worth more alive, to both me and Shining. Not that we're going back there just yet."
And at those words, A peculiar peace descended upon me as I finally realised she wasn't going to take me in, even if she didn't believe me, and I sighed, finally able to sleep. ~*~
We woke up mid afternoon. That is to say, I woke up. Nightspring was cuddled up to me, her head on my chest and I felt my heart leap to my throat. This little adventure of mine was turning out to have a myriad of weird, unexpected side effects. She looked like an angel when she was asleep. She always had. Her eyes are closed so peacefully and she has an adorable little smile on her face. I can feel one of her hooves on my chest, and the other one draped over me. Her mane is sprayed out against the bedsheets and is glowing in the mid afternoon light. It's a fantastic sight. With a hesitant swallowing of much nervousness, I reached down and stroked her mane gently. She didn't stir, and I smiled, gaining a little confidence as I continued. Inevitably, however, my thoughts went from the beautiful mare on the bed beside me to my predicament, just like the selfish stallion I am I suppose.
I can't go home. That's ruled out since Princess Mi Amore hadn't woken up yet and I had no way to prove what I knew was true and any guard who sees me will arrest me on sight. Shining wouldn't see reason either. His connection to the Princes means he's much too close to this investigation. He shouldn't be heading it up in the first place, but with him being captain, I guess it's unavoidable. My mind swirls with thoughts as I absently stroke Spring's mane, much to her pleased little murmurs occasionally. I can't leave this forest without a plan though, and there's really no place I can go, and there's no way I'm living the rest of my life in the Everfree Forest, and I'm not living it out on the run. Not to mention that, if Spring decides to travel with me, two mouths to feed will effectively halve the amount of time I can travel before I have to restock. It'll make things more difficult, but...
Nah, I'm not sure I could do that to Spring. I don't want to drag her around Equestria on my account. No way. I'm not dragging her into my neck of the woods, because if she joins me, no doubt she'll be condemned as well, and there's no way I'm doing that to her. I wish I could have her around, but there's no way I'm ruining her life just for my own pathetic wants.
So, first order of business, ditch Nightspring. She'll probably hate me at first, but I'm sure she'll understand. She might still hunt me, and that's fine, so long as she still have a home to call her own and a job. Not like me. Then I need a plan. Some way to get back all that for myself. I suppose that if I can convince her to sleep outside tonight, I can cover her with the blanket, give her her armour and make sure she has food enough to get home, then leave.
The Princess hasn't woken up. I need to know why. Princess Mi Amore is the only one who can clear me of the main charges. After that, I need to find whoever DID kill those guards and get them to talk, clearing my name. The first main problem here is definitely getting info on the Princess' condition without getting caught and thrown into the dungeons. After that, the problem would be finding the solution to her condition. After that.... Well, I'm sure the Princess would be willing to lend me some resources to help capture the real villains. But how in the hell will I get into the castle without being arrested or something similar. Or outright killed. I imagine that Shining would want to see me personally, that he could dish out his own judgement. I never was terribly good with this planning thing. Too many variables, too many things that could possibly go wrong, too much to try and plan for. Ugh, it's absurd. I may as well just...
Wait.
A smile grows on my face. It's the perfect plan. I feel Spring stir against me as she awakens and looks at me, instantly snatching her hoof away from me and pushing me away, damn near pushing me off the bed. I don't even care that I'm still 'wearing' this illusory maid uniform.
"What are you smiling so stupidly about?" She snapped irritably, probably thinking it was because of where she was. Even if I was kinda happy about that before, this overruled it completely. It was perfect! It got me in the castle, and made sure that Nightspring was still a guard and left unsuspected. I looked down at her, still smiling.
"I just figured how I can get some more info on the Princess and maybe even get her back on her hooves again. But I'm going to need your help."
She looked at me suspiciously, her eyes narrowing. She still looks cute to me with her face scrunched up like that.
"My help?" She asked cautiously, "How is it I could help you?"
I tapped the magic inhibitor still latched firmly onto my horn.
"You need a prisoner, and I need to get into the castle. You're going to take me to the castle, and straight to Shining Armour."
The look that I received from Nightspring screamed 'Are you fucking kidding me?' whilst looking at me as though trying to discern if I was kidding or not. I can assure you, I am certainly not kidding. I looked right back at her. The plan was win-win either way. If I did get the information I need, I can chase the solution down and fix that part, and if I don't, I suppose I'll be thrown in the dungeon and probably executed a few days later. And if that happens, all my troubles will be over, and nopony else will be affected by me. Well... My family would mourn when they heard the news, and I have no doubt that my friends will be there as well. Nightspring would probably curse my name to the abyss after she was finished cursing herself for not being there or being able to help. But after that... I suppose it's better to have it over quickly than torturously slowly.
"You're... not kidding are you?"
"Hell no I'm not."
Her face turned shocked and I think she damn near choked on her breath.
"Are you insane!? Taking you to the castle'd be suicide! I can't take you to the freaking castle!"
I could feel my grin growing and shook my head.
"Are you forgetting? I'm good at illusions Spring, and you're a pegasus."
Her shock melted away to confusion and she blinked very quickly.
"Wait... what?"
"Simple Spring. See, you bring me in and go to take me to Shining Armour. Then, you let me go and I give you a copy of me, including the ability to touch the fake me. You take the fake me to Shining, I go to the med wing with a disguise I'll keep in this locket. I'll have to override this uh..."
I flush and look at myself, now in the rumpled looking illusion of a maid uniform, fishnets included.
Fucking. Fishnets.
"... uniform. But I can make myself look completely different. So long as I keep away from unicorns trained to see through illusions, like guards at close range, I should be fine. You on the other hand can't be taught to see through illusions, just like Earth Ponies, Pegasi can't use their inborn, passive magic to see through illusions. So Shining,who might see through the illusion given he gets close enough and tries to, can't blame you for being 'fooled' by my magic."
She still looked skeptical.
"Look, all you need to do is get me in, then proceed as you would. I'll sneak into the med bay and try and pry some info from the doctors or a bubbly nurse who's looking after the Princess alright?"
I wasn't looking for her approval of the plan, I only needed her cooperation. But whether she agreed to my plan or not, I was going back to Canterlot.
I needed that information, and I needed it as fast as I could manage. I looked her in the unsure, still disbelieving eye.
"I want you in on this Spring, but if you don't help, I'll go anyway, and going with you stands a much greater chance of success than without. What say you?" |
Arc Angel | Sneaking in. | It took me damn near two hours to get her to agree. I'm not certain why I spent so much time convincing her, but I felt it was needed. I was telling the truth before, I had a better chance of getting in with her on my side. Besides that, it cleared her of any evidence of betrayal. Not that I'm saying she's betrayed anypony! I'm just saying uh... um... Forget it. Anyway, obviously I had a few preparations to make. Erasing a spell on a precious stone is not easy, and it takes a lot of energy. Naturally, I was the one who had to do it. Why on Equestria Nightspring brought a pendant that would make me look like a maid is beyond me, but now I'm kinda glad she did. Not so glad that she used it, but glad she brought it. Obviously the inhibitor she stuck on me before had been taken off. It had taken me the better part of the next day to purge the spell from the pendant, and about just as much time weaving a brand new illusion into it, complete with sensory capabilities, meaning others will hear, smell and can even taste my illusion and touching it will lead to them 'feeling' the illusion instead of me. It's a very complex procedure. In order to lower suspicion about my identity even more, I had chosen a female guise. 'Her' coat is velvety soft and a pastel pink, and her mane and tail are quite long. Not long enough for 'her' tail to be dragging along the ground, but still quite long and a soft mauve. I had to make up a cutie mark on the spot, and that's no easy. You have to consider where your guise is coming from, what's happened in their lives, how it meshes in with the rest of the family. In my case, I decided that my guise will have a four leaf clover cutie mark and sold Lucky Charms. Her name will be 'Top 'o the Morning'. Or I wanted it to be. Nightspring told me it was a stupid name and that I should go with a nurse of some kind, maybe a foreign nurse brought in for a different perspective. So I changed the cutie mark to a medical mark and altered her name to 'Sparkling Grotto', which Spring seemed to like.
That exhausted me, however, and I slept damn near two days. Illusions on their own, tricks of light, are easily done. I have no trouble with simple illusions, but making ones that can be seen, touched and everything else is just plain difficult. Spring kept telling me I was a wuss and that I should get up already. Like she understands. She knows physical combat and speed, but magic is best left to us professionals, unicorns. On the third day I dug into her satchel (Which she tried to hide from me. Silly girl) and started drawing up an illusion scroll.
Spell Scrolls are an invaluable tool regardless what anypony else says. It's a bit of a lost art, I'll admit. I'm not certain anypony else in Canterlot, or at least in the guard, do it. I'm not sure they know how. What a Spell Scroll does is literally store the energy of a spell in it's design inside the scroll and any pony that comes along can use it, if they know how. Naturally, you have to prepare the scroll for whatever kind of spell you're retrofitting it with. This is achieved through various symbols and runes etched with ink onto them. Of course, you don't have to use ink. I've heard say that there are a few things that actually change the effects of the scroll a little. I heard that Squid ink will have a dampening effect on any spell except a water element spell, so is good for healing spells, that dragon saliva exponentially upgrades any fire type spell you put into it as well as infusing the paper with a resistance to heat and flames, and the most ridiculous of them all being that unicorn's blood can exponentially increase the power of any spell put into it by a massive scale. Of course, when I say 'heard' I meant 'read in a book of legends that's so ancient it's probably full of bullshit'. I knew the scrolls worked, but I wasn't willing to try out the other theories. Aside from the fact most of them would risk life and limb, it just seemed silly to go all that way simply to have one little test.
Ahem. Anyway.
I infused the scroll with another complex illusion spell, this time a perfect representation of me. For who knows me quite like I do? Nopony. I had to tweak it here and there, make him look a little more downtrodden and weatherbeaten, like I looked now after my time on my own and especially my sickness. I smiled as I looked upon the finished product, albeit tiredly. I felt rather than heard Spring exit the tent and look at me. I looked back at her, and the illusion did the same. I had instilled within it my personality so it was just that more convincing and it grinned at her just as I did. I don't think I've ever seen her looking so hopelessly confused. It was quite amusing to say the least an I chuckled, at the same time the other me did. She groaned and stomped back into the tent, to my great amusement I might add. Still chuckling, I looked at the other me and he nodded and looked to the still empty, inscribed spell scroll. With a casual spell, I sealed the magic creating him into the scroll.
I might hang on to this scroll. Might come in handy someday to play a prank on Spring. If I get out of this alive. ~*~
You know, when I told Spring to 'make it look natural' when she brought me to Canterlot, I didn't mean to actually knock me out, tie me up, stick the inhibitor on me again and drape me over her back like some lump. Now I have a very real bruise on my head with a very real splitting headache. It hurts. A lot. I forced her to stop whilst I made a modification to the fake me before resealing it and getting back onto her back. It's annoying. She's wearing her tattered, banged up armour again and it's really, really uncomfortable and cold, but I'm not allowed to complain. why? I'm the prisoner. I didn't mean to treat me like a criminal when I asked her to make it look natural, and I think she's enjoying this waaayyyy too much. She has a pleased little smile on her face that I can't decipher whether or not it's real or staged. I cracked one eye open and stole a quick look around. We looked to be alone.
"Is it really necessary to have me tied up like this?"
I groaned as she arched her back, then quickly bounced back, rocking me painfully against her armour.
"Be quiet!" She hissed at me angrily, "You're meant to be knocked out. Unconscious ponies don't talk!"
I grunted in frustration. This is starting to get on my nerves.
"Dammit Spring, I can't just hang here all the time! How far are we away from Canterlot!?"
With a growl she jerked her head back and hit me again. It hurt, and I'm getting suspicious that she's only helping me to make my life a living hell.
"Shutup! I told you, we're getting the next train from this place. I requested having it to myself with just my prisoner so I could lock you down, prevent you doing anything. I have to have you like this, or they'll get suspicious. Now will you please shut the fuck up!"
Having nothing else to do, I grunted and fell silent. As much as I hate it, she's right. And I'm starting to hate her right now as well. No, no, she's doing what she has to, she's just in character and is just making it as believable as possible. That's all that it is, and I have to remember that. She's just doing what she has to. She has to be.
I hope so. Because in a few minutes I'll be alone with her on a train headed to possibly the most dangerous city I could be in right now.
Canterlot. ~*~
I was surprised that we made it past the Royal guards at the train station so easily. I was no longer meant to be 'unconscious', but I wasn't allowed to speak, and I had to follow Spring. Not that I had much choice, she was pulling me along by a rope around my neck. My hooves were hobbled as well, and I swear she's pulling me sharply every so often simply because she can. It's chafing severely and I think I'm having welts develop on my neck. It hurts like hell, and there's no way in hell she's not going to be yelled out for that. Trust me when I say I'm going to need to talk to her about this. Very seriously.
I can hear us traversing the streets of Canterlot, and I can hear whispers from afar. It's not a comforting feeling, let me tell you. I'm keeping my head down, simply looking at the bricks and cobblestones. I can't actually tell where we're going, I'm just following Spring's lead... and the rope of course. She leads me up stairs and almost instantly I can tell we're going to the castle. It has a certain vibe to it that nowhere else has. Unfortunately, there's a hell of a lot of steps. I can hear the bitch flying ahead of me, forcing me to almost run to keep up. I tripped and fell face first into the steps, feeling my nose break again. Spring dropped from the sky and ushered me back to my hooves and then cracked my nose back into place, then continued. We couldn't stop, it'd look suspicious. But fuck my nose hurts now. Again. I'm sick of this shit.
"Halt! State your name and business here!"
Brilliant. The guards at the door. I have a moment to rest my legs. I sink down into a sitting position with a sigh of relief as Nightspring landed before me, bristling with indignation.
"Whaddaya mean state name? You both know me damn well! And you know who this is, so three fucking guesses what I'm here to do."
I could feel the pair recoil under her venomous tone and there was a pause before one of them spoke hesitantly.
"Regardless Miss Nightspring, we're obligated to make sure you're not a fake or anything."
With a groan, she reached into her satchel (Standard issue) and withdrew something. I'm going to go out on a limb and guess it was her ID. Knowing my luck though, it probably wasn't. There was a long silence from the other (unseen in my case) guards before I saw her putting her item back in the satchel and she tugged me forward. I can only assume they had waved her through. The material under my hooves... I felt it change from brick into marble as we entered the castle. For a long while, I followed her quietly before suddenly she yanked me away from the main path an into a side passage. I gasped as she did so, trying to get my breath back.
"Shh! They'll hear you fool!" She hissed at me angrily, untying my bonds quickly so I could move around, then pulling out the pendant I'd enchanted some time back and latching it around my neck, then yanked off the inhibitor ring on my horn. I took a moment to recover from the sudden dizziness of having my magic returned so quickly before I noticed she'd pulled out my Spell Scroll and had it opened for me rather impatiently.
"Hurry, hurry! We don't have all day and I need to have somepony who looks like you. We can't change the nose now, but it'll have to do. Hurry it up and summon the other stupid you already will you?"
With a glare, I activated the illusion in the scroll and the other me climbed his way out of the scroll and looked at me.
"Wow..." He said quietly, "You look like shit."
"Gee, thanks," I said dryly, "You don't look much better. You know what to do, don't let me down."
He nodded with a smile and turned to Spring, who was shaking her head. With a wry smile, I activated the charm hidden in the heart shaped gem around my neck and set off, heading towards the med bay. I have to get there quickly. I can't dally, I have to get there as soon as I can, and I have to keep my identity hidden.
So now, it's not me walking around, it's Sparkling Grotto the nurse brought in to look at the Princess. I'm a pastel pink earth mare with a mauve mane. I am not a guard, I am not a stallion... shit. I search quickly for a spell to change my voice and almost miss it before I finally catch it. Thankfully it's a relatively simple spell, and it takes me no time at all to cast it. Now I should sound the part as well, although with my luck lately I've no doubt that I'm going to have some stupid voice that isn't anything like a cute little nurse mare. We'll find out though won't we?
Trying not to limp from my sore hooves, I begin to make my way through the castle. It's quite quick going since not many ponies are really paying attention to me. Well, except for the few guards I can feel eyeing me off as I pass. I must have made her look pretty damn good. Anyhow, I'm walking for a while until I finally realise that I am utterly and completely lost.
Lost in the castle I patrol for a living, how ironic.
Without any other choice, I approach the nearest pony to ask him for directions.
"Excuse me sir," I ask, satisfied to hear a very feminine voice issue from my maw, "but could you possibly give me directions to the medical wing? I've lost my way."
The stallion in question, wearing a red bow tie and a red fez hat smiled at me.
"Sure thing! Medical wing is just down the hall and to the left, third one. good luck miss!"
And with that he trotted away, careless. I was just happy with the answer, and obviously my disguise was working, so I followed his directions, happy that my plan was working so far. I can't get ahead of myself though. Doing that would pretty much doom me to failure. this was going much too easily. I liked that it was easy, but it's a little suspicious at the same time. I hope Spring hasn't run into any trouble, or run to any trouble for me. The hall is way longer than it looks, and by the time I reach the third archway on the left I can feel my hooves aching. Even with the brief respite from the door guards etc, I was tired as hell and really didn't want to be here right now.
But I must go on.
I follow the passage and, just as the stallion said, arrive at the medical wing. It's not terribly busy, and the clerk (Clerk? I'm not sure what they call them here. Or in a hospital. Intern? receptionist? Who knows? Who cares.) looked half asleep. All it took was a little nudge and she was snoring. Feeling rather proud of myself, I took off down the corridors, looking for the Princess' room. I found it in short order, aside from it being in intensive care and being the only one currently being used. I poked my head in. Empty except for her in bed. Excellent. I trot in confidently and pick up the clipboard at the end of the bed to look at it. It's just a bunch of random words I don't understand and a graph or two, but I can't see anything mentioning symptoms or possible causes, so I put it back down. Not knowing what else to do, I sat by the bedside of the one princess whom had actually wanted to talk to me, and felt a stab of guilt at how I'd reacted to her gentle probing.
"Princess I... I know you probably can't hear me..." I started quietly, not really sure why I was saying any of this, "But... I wanted to let you know I'm sorry. I can't take back what's been done, but I swear to you I didn't have a hoof in this, and I will find who did. I'll get you better again, don't you worry."
"Ah! Excellent! I was wondering when you would show up."
I froze in shocked fear. Hiding behind an illusion will fool pegasi and earth ponies, even most unicorns. But there is something it will almost never fool.
I turn to look at the face of one of the one ponies I really didn't want to run into.
Prince Stalwart Defender in all his glory, standing beside a doctor in the hallway.
I am so fucked. |
Arc Angel | Defender | I am fucked.
I am so fucking fucked and it's too late to run.
Defender is just standing the the doorway, smiling at me, a strange look in his eye. I don't like it, and it's difficult to stop my knees from shaking. Prince Defender is the leader of the Knights, the Night Guards, the Midlight Knights, Moonlight Guardians, call them what you will. He had the reputation of being a hardass and severely punishing lax guards or guards who screw up even the slightest. His methods could sometimes be considered borderline barbaric. He believed in hard discipline, and he wasn't afraid to dish it out, although sometimes he left it in the hooves of the ever mischievous Princess Luna. No matter how you look at it though, whether he kills me or imprisons me, I'm still fucked.
It's like a rainbow has been combined with a tornado. A tornainbow. And it's too late to fucking save myself.
"It's been a while my little pony. I hadn't thought you'd arrive so soon! I'm glad to see you."
I swallow heavily as he approached me. It was everything I could do just to keep my body from shaking. He was still smiling. With a smirk however as the doctor entered the room, he winked at me and mouthed something at me. It took me a moment to realise what he said.
'Play along Arc.'
Still wondering what the hell was going on, I forced myself to smile and rubbed my foreleg with my other one shyly.
"Well, I tried to get here as fast as I could. My teacher told me I'd been called to Canterlot, but I didn't know it'd be somepony so prestigious..? Is that the right word?"
He chuckled softly and, to my complete and utter surprise, drew me into a big hug with one large foreleg, holding me against his chest and against the cold metal of his chest accessory. If you remember, Celestia and Luna both wear similar accessories, but his is more like a combat chestplate, although more ornate. I flushed and, thankfully, he spoke first as the doctor looked away.
"Of course! I'm not letting my little god daughter have anything less than the best of educations."-
Still holding me to his chest, he leveled a stern look at the doctor. I could feel the uniorn cower away from the glare.
"You will oblige my god daughter's questions to the best of your abilities, understand? If you do not, you will be answering to me. Is this quite understood?"
I looked over at the doc to see him nodding vigorously. This is certainly going better than I thought it would. I pushed at him gently with an embarrassed giggle.
"Defender! You're embarrassing me! Lemme go!"
He laughed richly and let me go, then nudged me towards the bed again. I looked to the unconscious Princess again and looked to the doctor, fluttering my eyelashes at him.
"So um, are you going to tell me the situation or not?"
The doctor nodded instantly.
"Of course! Of course miss uh..?"
"Sparkling Grotto."
With a nervous glance at Defender, now looming in the corner, the doctor swallowed.
"Miss Grotto then. Uh, the patient is obviously Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, known as Cadance by her husband and friends. Almost two weeks ago she was attacked by an unknown assailant and she's been in a coma ever since. We got her in here as quick as we could and started treatment, analysing her wounds. They were blunt force trauma, most likely hoof strikes. However she's not in a coma because of the trauma. We've found minimal traces of a poison in her system, but it's certainly not native to Equestria. We actually don't know where it comes from, but it's torturously slowly destroying her system organ by organ. We've managed to slow it down even further with a series of injections and certain wards carved into her bedframe, but I'm afraid unless we find a cure, she's going to die."
I frown and think for a moment before asking cautiously.
"Can we tell if it was synthetic or natural?"
The Doctor opened his mouth to talk but stopped, and frowned, then looked at the clipboard he'd brought in with him, then back at me. I'm not sure if I said something wrong, but he seemed concerned.
"I... I don't think we'd even thought of that. I suppose we certainly could find out. Since you don't have a horn however, I'm afraid I'm going to have to perform the spell. It's a simple spell really, and it should tell us whether or not the poison was magically created, or synthetic, or if it's natural. I'll ask you to wait a moment whilst I cast the spell."
Holy shit I am so lucky. I was winging it there, I'll admit. I wasn't sure if he was going to think I was stupid or not, or if he'd catch me out. I suppose there must have been something right about what I said. I barely noticed as he began casting his spell. Poison. Cadance had been poisoned. That's why she hadn't woken up yet. And she won't wake up until she's cured. But without knowing what the fuck this poison was, I couldn't find a cure. And if that happened, Celestia and the ancients protect me.
"Yes! That's it! It's a naturally occuring poison, not magically created. The problem is that it seems to alter itself whenever magic is used to try and heal it. If we try and destroy it, it multiplies instead. If we try to change it, it reflects us. I can't heal it with the resources I have here, I'd need to know more about it."
From the corner, Defender rich voice thrummed through the room.
"Sounds like we need the help of the Kirin. Aren't they the most well versed in floral organisms?"
The doctor jumped, like he'd forgotten Defender's presence, and he nodded quickly.
"I... It would seem so. We'll have to send messengers and some such, yes?"
Defender snorted.
"Don't worry about it. King Chlorophyll is here right now. I'll just have to drag him out of Celestia's room with a team of oxen. It's an easy... fix... Where the hay are you going?"
As he spoke, I watched the doctor's eyes flash. I had a vague memory of seeing that yellow colour before and the Doctor simply left the room with a vacant, blank face. For a moment we both stared at the doorway before it was enveloped in a white light and the door to the room shut quickly and locked. I started and turned to look at the Prince who was looking now at me with an amused face.
"You know, that disguise is quite impressive. You're lucky it was me who found you first and not either my sister or my wife. I'm not certain Celestia would show any leniency. Luna may have, but I have a harder time predicting my sister's actions."
I flushed and fiddled with the pendant around my neck.
"Why are you helping me? I'd thought that the Prince would want me as bad as Shining or the Princesses did."
Defender chuckled softly and nodded.
"True. If I thought you guilty. But I don't. I can see the truth of things on many matters, and yours was one. I knew you weren't guilty the moment I saw you. I also saw right through your disguise. But I'm fairly certain that nopony else has. Shining Armour is currently telling your illusion that he's going to tell him the truth. I'll have you know that you've deceived the Captain of the Royal Guard, you deserve to be a little proud of that. Well, until he settles down."
I could feel the heat encompassing my face intensifying and looked quickly at the door before back to the prince.
"You said that the Kirin were the best bet for information on the antidote for this poison, was that a clue?"
Defender grinned and I could feel myself doing a little dance deep in my mind. A little dance of triumph. I was finally getting someplace.
"Maybe. To be honest it'll probably take three weeks or so to actually get all the paperwork in order, even though Chlorophyll will want to get everything taken care of as soon as he can. Some things have to be recorded, if only for diplomatic leverage. We probably don't need it, knowing how much those two are spending in their company. But that's royal business, you didn't hear that from me."
I nodded quickly, just happy to be getting help from such a powerful pony.
"No sir, of course not."
He nodded to me with a happy smile.
"Good. Now I think you really should get going. You shouldn't push your luck, you've been here too long as it is."
The door opened slowly and I glanced at it again.
"And don't worry. Nightspring won't be disciplined. I'll see to that myself."
I couldn't help it, I smiled thankfully.
"Thanks sir."
"But I can't guarantee she won't chase after you."
For a moment I felt a stab of concern before shrugging.
"It's alright. I would prefer her to remain here and away from potential harm, but she's always been a free spirit. If she decides she needs to follow me she will, and no force on Equestria will stop her. She's always been like that. Just don't tell her where I'm going because she'll probably use the excuse of hunting me to get out of here and come after me." ~*~
As I walked down the halls of the castle, I lost myself in thought. I think it's fairly obvious what I was thinking about.
The Prince. I was helped and concealed by the Prince Defender, and now I have the perfect alibi as to who I am and if they question it they can go and ask Defender about me and he'd back me up. But why in the hell did he help me anyway? His reason didn't really explain it. Seeing the truth of some matters? Was he spying on me somehow? I don't understand how that'd be even possible. I suppose scrying could work, but without the added magic needed to add audio, which is fairly advanced, he wouldn't know what was said. And no offense to his Majesty, but he's not terribly good at magic which is surprising given his alicorn status. And yeah, I see the Alicorn race as more of a status than a race.
Regardless however if he's helping me out of the goodness of his heart or for his own strange and inconceivable gain, he helped me anyway. And this was going to clear my name.
It won't be long now.
I have to get to the Somerset Glade. |
Arc Angel | Well That escalated quickly! | I was always rather proud of the Guard's alarm system. At least when it's confined to the castle.
It's a simple procedure that's undeniably effective. Depending on what's going on, a different alert signal will sound through the ears of all guards in the castle. But only their ears. In the office of the Captain and I believe there's one in the private rooms of both Major Princesses (And no doubt soon to be one in Shining and Cadance's rooms) is a set of lodestones. Now, as you've probably guessed, gemstones can store magic, but it slowly bleeds out over time and it can't hold powerful spells. Any gem can hold an illusion because they're simple. Sure adding parameters to solidity, sound and such things can be a pain and does tend to make them last less time overall, but it still works. A lodestone on the other hoof is quite rare. A lodestone is a magical artifact capable of storing magical energies far beyond their gem counterparts and are almost always found perfectly cut in the wilderness. It's a strange thing. Sometimes, they're found with a set of holes in them that look like tiny fang pierced them, other times like big fangs pierced them. Like a dragon bit it, then decided otherwise and left it be. These stones are always drained of power.
Anyway.
When the alarm for an intruder goes off, the guard are able to become much more alert quickly and automatically go to defend the main exits. Basically trap the intruder in, and apprehend him before he can leave without alarming anypony. It's a simple thing to do and understand. But as I've just found out, it's not so simple trying to get around it.
I'm hiding in a small alcove off the main pathways of the castle, cringing back in the shadows whenever a unicorn trots by, his eyes alert and flicking around. This has gone from an easy way in to hell on an express elevator carrying more than it's intended weight. It' absurd. The illusion that cloaked me is failing, and my voice has returned to how it was, which means I cant speak anymore. I'm considering taking the pendant off in fact. The illusion is weak now and I'm almost positive it'd be easy to see through it even if you aren't a unicorn. It's not like it's going to do a whole lot of good to me anymore. The problem remained however that I had nowhere to put it. With a shrug I wrapped it around my hoof. It won't activate the magic like that, and it won't impede me. So now I guess I look and sound normal.
This is not going how I hoped.
Another patrol marched past me and I froze, tense. They apparently didn't see me, so I relaxed and breathed easy. I wish Spring hadn't taken my damn bags. They'll be in the Captain's room in the prisoner belongings chest no doubt. A drag, but I really need my stuff.
Okay. So what do I need to do? Get out and survive. Part one; Get my saddlebags back, Part two; Acquire food from the kitchen. The amount of food I had been given dropped exponentially when Spring joined me. Part three; Get the hell out of the castle, Part four; Get to the Somerset Glades without being killed along the way or captured. How do I do all this? First I head to the Captain's room, then I descend to the lower levels and into the Kitchen. I'll have to get to the store room, which means going through the kitchen itself. After that I'll try for the service passage heading out of the kitchen. That should get me out and well away before they think to look there. As for getting to the Somerset Glades....
I have no idea.
A map would be helpful, but the cartographers guild delivered straight to Celestia herself, who then made copies and put one in Luna's room as well. Obviously sneaking in either of these rooms would be suicide. So I suppose I'll have to improvise.
Just my luck.
Well, I may as well start now. Another patrol marches by and I take a deep breath to steel myself. Ignoring my aching head, I bend the light around me to render myself invisible and start up the corridor, leaving the shelter of my alcove. The Captain's quarters isn't that far from the Guard Common Room, so that's where I'm headed. I give a cursory thought to getting some armour, but discard the idea as soon as it occurs to me. It'd be a waste of time, and I'd be clanking as I walked. No deal. Dodging patrols turns out to be relatively easy. Just standing still as they pass works wonders, even on the unicorns, but I can feel my tenuous hold on the spell slipping every so often and I have to reinforce it again and again. Bypassing the Common room with a pang of loss, I observed the Captain's room. Apparently, he hasn't seen any point in keeping guards there. I suppose it's because this is the last place I want to be. Cautiously, I nudge the door open. I can see him as well as hear him in my head and physically as he spoke into the lodestone. It was... disorientating. Thankfully the door is well looked after and it doesn't squeak. The chest is just by the door. I reach forward and flip it open as quietly as I can, reach in and grab my saddlebags. They were right where I thought they'd be.
Then something else caught my eye.
As I flipped the saddlebags onto my back a strange cloak leaped up into my optic sensory perception. It was a strange cloak, and I couldn't tell what colour it was. It seemed to shift as I watched between greens, reds and browns. With a glance at the still occupied Shining Armour, I grabbed it too and bolted. No way was I staying any longer than I had to. Now to the next area. Since I've gotten my bags, and this strange cloak of which I am now stuffing into my saddlebags, I have to descend into the lower levels.
The kitchen. ~*~
Now it should be said that never in the history of the castle has there been an orderly kitchen until recently.
Some of the best chefs in Equestria, and some from other places, have worked and slaved over grills, pots and pans in this magnificent place, but never has it been so in sync and so organized as when Silver Stake took over the kitchen as head chef.
Silver is an older stallion with a white mane shot through with gray. His blue coat had faded over the years and he had silver streaks on his muzzle, but his eyes were hard and sharp and his tongue was razor sharp and quick to bite. If there was anypony not of the guard to fear in the castle, Silver was him. He might not have been the best cook in the world, but the other staff respected and trusted his judgement, and his strange ability to tell precisely what should go one when and how everything should work. He was not afraid to get rough if required, and his burn scarred fetlocks had thrown one too many dishes aside as 'tasteless' or 'bland'. That's not to say he was cruel. Every piece of aggression was met with an equal amount of tender affection in the form of soft words, gestures or helpful advice and he never abandoned a team mate. he was perhaps the most complex stallion I have ever met, and I'm glad I met him with Spring else he might have turned me inside out with a word. He was, peculiarly enough, a pegasus stallion who hadn't opened his wings for years. They were more aesthetic than practical now, and he barely bothered to preen them. Nopony knew why he hadn't opened them, they just knew he didn't fly anymore.
"More heat on that soup! Cut those carrots finer Edgy! Make sure those potatoes are washed to perfection! Celestia wants the king to have only the best we can offer! Hawke!"
"Yes Sir?"
"You're making the mash! Do it just like last time, I've never tasted better mash!"
As I watched, the young earth mare blushed and her colleagues winked at her.
"Thank you sir, I'll make it even better."
"That's what I like to hear! Move your flanks! Only three hours before we serve!"
Blistering hot grills, small wall mounted top down grillers called Salamanders, A massive stove top with twelve different gas burners on it, Three massive deep fryers and a whole range of culinary equipment and machinery I don't even know the name to.
Welcome to the kitchen.
Trying to ignore the constant shouts is easy. Dodging every single pony that was rushing around like a headless chicken was fucking murderous. Ducking, Weaving and occasionally jumping, I tried wildly to dodge the kitchen staff, at one point even having to sweep around Silver himself. I swear he glanced at me, but he didn't seem to see me, because he kept going. My head is killing me, and I can feel the illusion beginning to fade. Desperately I pump more power into it. My head feels like it's going to split but I finally make it to the storage room. But I can't go in without somepony else opening the door, or ponies will get suspicious. Thankfully I didn't have to wait long before Silver came along and opened the door, hurrying into the room. I followed, careful not to bump into him or anypony else. It was to my great surprise when the door slammed shut behind me. I spun around to see Silver glaring at me, even through my light bending.
"You can drop the invisible act now lad," He said quietly. He has a really thick accent, like he was from some far off place. he drew out his o's and a's. It was strange, but not unpleasant. With a gulp, I let the field drop around me. He was still glaring at me. He glanced at the now closed door, of which he stood by, then back to me.
"I hear yer gettin' Nightspring inta trouble," He growled at me and I swallowed, shaking my head. Where the hell had he heard that!?
"No sir!" I quickly replied, as quietly as I could whilst still being heard by him, "I'm not intentionally doing so, no. I'm trying to leave her here sir, so she can't."
The old stallion huffed and jerked his head to the racks upon racks of supplies all around me.
"Strange story. Ain't every day I get a visit from the Prince. He reckons that I should give ya whatever supplies ya need and send ya on yer way. I say why? Why help a crim? And he just looked at me and smiled. But I ain't one to go back on an order, or on my word."
His eyes narrowed as hope flared in my chest.
"But if I hear 'bout ya again, or ya show yer face in my kitchen again before you clear ya name as the Prince seems so positive ya will, I'm afraid I won't have the same leniency. I'll be forced to turn ya into the cap. Got it lad?"
I nodded quickly and he huffed again.
"Take what ya need."
He watched me as I slowly started taking bits and pieces from the store room. Only a few apples, because I was over them, some turnips, vegetable stock for soup, oats and other things that were essential. Then, out of a whim, I looked up at a shelf of chocolate and glanced back at Silver. His eyes were glinting mischievously.
"Ya know, normally I'd kill ya if a lad looked at Celestia's chocolate like that. But since you seem so hopeless, I'll let ya have a piece."
Suddenly feeling overwhelmingly guilty, I looked back at the chocolate longingly, before shaking my head and leaving it be. Maybe some other time. I looked back at him and bowed.
"Thanks sir. I won't forget this."
He grunted sourly and jerked his head to somewhere behind me.
"Normally, I'd let ya out the service passage, but they went and blocked that off too. You're gunna have to go through someplace else."
Shit. There goes that idea.
With a sigh I nodded. He smiled.
"Don't ya worry about your little disguise in the kitchen. We won't rat ya out lad. Let's go."
With a nod, I left him and went out of the store room...
And right into the eyesight of three Royal guards.
Fuck.
"There he is! After him!"
With a curse I sprang into action, disregarding the aching in my hooves and my head. Stealth was not an option anymore. I plunged recklessly into the sea of ponies making up the kitchen staff and the guards did the same. Pushing, shoving and apologising, I ran through the crowd when suddenly it parted and a pegasus guard was leaping at me! With a reaction faster than I could think I dived low, shooting under him as he faceplanted into the ground. I got up an kept running as a crowd gathered around the injured guard, asking if he wanted assistance. By the time the other two had realised I'd left, I was running back up the stairs. But I could hear them in my ear.
Target found, lower levels, kitchen. Going upstairs now, anypony able to intercept?
Intercepting at the top of the steps. Don't worry, he won't escape us.
Well, we'll see about that. I reached the top of the steps, leaping up them three at a time before a wall of magic appeared before me. With a surge of adrenaline I brought my magic to bear...
And got more than I bargained for.
A flash of light and a bang followed by screams later and the two guards from the top of the stairs were unconscious and the wall's power flowed into me. I could feel it, My headache was fading. Now it was more like a headache, less like somepony was trying to cut my head open with a rusty spoon. I could run with that. I didn't slow down, rushing up the next staircase, listening as they set up a blockade on the next floor. With a surge of inspiration, I hit the top of the stairs and leaped to one side, several bolts of magical energy missing my by inches and one clipping my fetlock as I hit the bannister and leaped off of it, landing on my hooves on the other side of the barricade and instantly galloping again. My hooves were killing me. They felt like they were going to fall off at any minute and I could feel the burn where the magic bolt had hit me pulsing with pain.
The next staircase was blocked by a contingency of guards, and I had no wish to try and go through them. With more now hot on my heels, I bolted to the left and deeper into the castle. That was when the bolts started flying past my ears, their incessant sparking making me yelp and try to force myself to go faster. My lungs are burning, and I can't feel my hooves anymore. just as well, they were hurting so much before. Without a thought I plunged into a room and slammed the door shut. Panting I turned around to behold the stunned look of a noble pony, at least twelve pairs of guard eyes and the eyes of King Chlorophyll and Princess Celestia.
Celestia dammit, I had to turn into the throne room didn't I?
"What on Equestria is going on here!?" demanded the noble, who I now recognized as the reviled prince Blueblood. Irritating stallion. I glared at him, still out of breath and Celestia's brow arched. Chlorophyll looked a bit... shocked, but otherwise unaffected.
"My little pony..." Said Celestia quietly, making me gulp in dread, "What are you doing here? Why aren't you in your cell?"
Shit. She knew who I was. Of course she did. She's Celestia. With a gulp, I raise my head high.
"Because I'm not guilty," I shot back at her proudly. Or I hope it was proudly. It was difficult to keep my legs from quaking under her glare, "And I will not be judged for crimes I did not commit."
There was a long silence. Then I was running again as she waved a hoof to the guards and they sprang into action. With a desperate cry, I bolted again, around one guard. Another glanced me as he tried to tackle me and I heard a pot whistle past my head as I fell, rolling before springing back up and galloping again. Not knowing where else to go, my eyes fixed on a door off to the left and I bolted for it. I heard somepony scream 'No!' before I busted through the old door and rushed up the stairs. It seems I'm in some sort of tower and I can hear stamping hooves behind me as I bound up the steps, hoping I hit the top before them.
I did, and what I found there confused me.
I hit the top, spun around and slammed the door shut, sliding the bolt home just as the others reached me and started banging on the door. Turning around searching for escape I was met by the gaze of an intensely old stallion. He had a long white beard, and his entire coat seemed to be that grey that one develops in old age, his mane and tail were the same white as his beard and he was leaning on a cane. He stared at me for a long moment, his eyes strangely golden before he looked to my saddlebags and then to the window. I was dimly aware that the pounding on the door was still going. The old stallion nodded to my bags.
"One way out," He croaked out quietly, "One item to keep you alive. Just don't shout as you dive."
What he said didn't compute before from somewhere within the shock of white mane a horn glowed and the cloak, the cloak I'd taken from the office of my former CO, floated out from the bag and settled on my back, the drawstring tying themselves around my neck. I took a few steps forward before the door gave out and the guards burst in. Without anyplace else to go and with no other thought other than that I was going to die, I leaped out the window, shattering the glass into billions of pieces as I fell |
Arc Angel | Spurs Hollow | Falling.
In retrospect, jumping out of the window from, as I've just found out, possibly one of the tallest towers on the castle, was probably a really terrible idea. Maybe. I suppose the possible consequences of me falling and becoming little more than a bright red splatter on the concrete below. I think my brain must have shut down or something at some point, because this only occurred to me right about now. As I'm falling. As the wind whistles through my mane and past my ears. It would almost be exhilarating and beautiful, if I wasn't falling to my death. Strangely though, I wasn't panicking. I wasn't terribly worried either. I knew what was going to happen, so I suppose I was at peace with my death. The cloak was flapping behind me in the wind, and it still didn't seem to want to fix on a colour. I was curious, and somewhat amused by it. I can feel the ground rushing towards me and suddenly I was suspended in the air, gliding slowly through the air, yanked belly side down again as I was seemingly automatically angled into a shallow glide.
As I watched, all bemused, my mind still distant, still accepting that I was going to die I suppose, the ground beneath me rushed by as I flew through the air. I'd always wondered how it was to fly. Unless I was already dead. I suppose that's possible. I might already be dead. I wonder if you can see your dead body when you're a ghost. I wonder if it's possible for me to look back and see what was left of my body. I thought about this for a moment before discarding the thought. No, It'd be fine without looking at my remains. Probably not a pretty picture anyway. I watched as the Canterlot walls swept by underneath me and I drifted through space without effort and without a care. This must be what it's like to fly. I envy the pegasi that can do this on command. On a whim. Without a care.
I'm not sure how long I spent in the air. Does it matter when one is dead? I wouldn't think so. I drifted well away from Canterlot. I suppose I was drifting to wherever the dead go, if they go anywhere. I watched as I passed ponies young and old, pegasi and unicorns and earth ponies all. They looked so happy. So peaceful. It's strange. Thinking back on my life, Most of my life I spent indoors, watching others interact and taking notes or reading books. Sometimes sketching. The only time I really spent outside was when I had to, or when I was working. Even then most times I was inside. I never really went outside. I feel regret that so much of my life was wasted.
I felt a painful stab of regret as I saw a stallion and a mare upon a hilltop. The sun was setting and they were lying beside each other, leaning against one another. Something I would never experience. Something I will never have the pleasure of doing. A deep set sorrow washed away the regret as I thought of Nightspring. If only my thoughts could go out to her. But I am but a spirit now, so I suppose it doesn't matter what I think or do. Oh goodness, I loved her. I suppose it doesn't matter anymore. What are emotions to a spirit? Nothing I suppose. What is it that a spirit could possibly do with emotion? Nothing that I know of. I passed the pair by, shedding a tear. It's a sad thought, that I never had the balls to ask her.
The landscape passed quickly, and only occasionally was I beset by emotion. Joy, sorrow, regret. But that's about all. I was slowly approaching the ground as I glided through the atmosphere. It's such a wonderful sensation. I suppose I'm going to pass down through the earth and into some new plane. I descended, watching the ground in bemusement as it got closer and closer. I reached out for it, ready to descend into whatever plane my soul is to inhabit....
And hit the ground rolling.
I cried out in pain as the ground hit me I was rolled head over hooves, hitting a rock once and making me cry out again before I hit a large rock and flipped into the air again with a very un-stallion like squeal of pain before faceplanting and scraping my way across several meters or more of earth, giving the term 'bite the dust' or 'tasting the dirt' a whole new meaning. Ow.
I sat up slowly, spitting out rocks and dirt. This did not taste good. At all.
Disgusting.
Blinking owlishly let me sort of recover as I tried to get over the insane dizzy spell I was having before spitting out more dirt and a few blades of grass. It's a little...
Screw that. It's really disgusting. I look back and see a trench of dirt where my face scraped across the ground an carved a half pipe tunnel through the earth. it hurts now and my cheeks are stinging. Shaking my head only made me dizzier so I stayed very, very still, try to force down my nausea from landing so hard and flying so far. I still haven't figured out how I got so far, or even why. It hurt to move after my tumble and I could feel bruises forming in places I didn't even know I had. I looked around slowly and noted a sign in the distance. With an unsteady wobble, I staggered towards it. It's painful and I feel really distant. But I'll get there. You watch. I keep staggering forwards, my eyes narrowing as I try to read the sign. As I reach it, I notice the edges are stylishly curved and it's blue. Written across it is 'Spurs Hollow' and some other smaller print my fuzzy eyes can't make out. I can vaguely make out the number 102 as well, but my head feels so heavy...
With an exhausted sigh, I passed out. ~*~
Light stabbed at my closed eyelids and I moaned painfully. This was the second time since I began my little quest that I woke up with everything hurting and I think I could feel air flowing over cuts and scrapes, even through my fur, if I had any left. That tumble was pretty catastrophic. I'm surprised I can remember it at all to be honest. This is exactly the reason why I don't spar with Nightspring. To do so may as well be to commit suicide. She won't kill you of course, but you'll wish you were dead in the morning. Trust me. I did it once.
With a groan I pulled the blankets over me tighter.
Wait.
Blankets?
My eyes shot open and were instantly assaulted with light and pain. With a groan, I closed them again tightly, hoping that the pain would go away. It did after a while and I reopened them slowly. Very slowly so as not to hurt myself again. I was in a brightly coloured room and I was covered by a bright polka dotted sheet. My head rested upon a big, fluffy pillow.
Brilliant.
Twice. I fall unconscious and I wake up in somepony else's bed again. Being taken care of another pony again. Celestia, Luna and Alencar I feel so useless. Can't even take care of myself for a few days without keeling over and practically dying and then being taken in by some random pony and taken care of. Nightspring would find it utterly hilarious. I'll bet it'd take her weeks before she even made a tiny little mistake. Why am I so pathetic? Probably picked me to frame because I'd die before I even got close to clearing my name. Typical.
With a sigh, I resigned myself to being taken care of again, and let myself fall back to sleep. I may as well catch up on some more sleep. I have nothing better to do. ~*~
It must have been a few hours later when I woke up again. Remembering what happened last time, I opened my eyes slowly.
And looked straight into the eyes of a giant, black and red hound of some description.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I screamed in shock, scrambling backwards, trying to get away. The hound flinched back and glared at me like I was some sort of idiot. I swallowed heavily, trying to ignore the pain wracking my body as I moved. I glanced around quickly, trying not to take my eyes off of the massive, fanged hound who seemed to think I am a bloody idiot.
"I wonder when you're going to stop your infernal screaming small equine, that my ears will recover." it growled irritably. My eyes went impossibly wide and I gaped at it. A talking hound. A talking hound!
A talking hound?
With almost relief I felt the lull of unconsciousness take me away again. I woke up and it was night. All was quiet and still, and dark. Oh so very dark. Well, I suppose this'd be the best time to leave. This is taking into account how difficult it was to get away from Applejack and her family. besides that, I still don't think that it's a good idea for me to stay in one place for too long in case I'm found. And considering the way I flew in one direction I think. I don't actually know where I flew. Or glided. Or whatever. Or how. I need to find my stuff of course, I can't leave without any of it. Not if I want to survive any longer than a day or two. With a quiet groan I eased my way out of this... camp mattress? Whatever. Maybe that's why the damn hound looked so big. Anyhow. Slowly I eased my way across the room, searching first for my bags. They aren't in here, which pains me a little, but the cloak is resting by the bedside, so I shrug that on. I felt quite a bit more comfortable with it on. At the same time, it was a bit... chilly. Like a cold tingle running down my spine. It didn't help that my entire spinal column was greatly painful.
Shaking my urge to get back into the comfortable camp mattress, I crept over to the door and creaked it open an inch or two. The room beyond the threshold was darkened much like mine, so I had no reservations sneaking through the doorway into it. A soft snoring growl made me freeze and look over to one corner of the room. In a big, fluffy dog bed rested the hellishly massive hound from before. Thankfully he was asleep, so I gulped and began to very carefully sneak past. With a quick movement, I darted into another room. It looked like I was in a kitchen and, look at that! My bags are on the table! Sweet.
Lifting up the cloak, which seemed longer than I remember, I donned the saddlebags. It was at this moment I noted a letter on the table and I frowned and picked it up. for a moment I felt guilty, but it passed relatively swiftly an I opened the letter.
'Our dear little Dusty.
Just a little reminder dearie that this week's Family reunion is at your home and everypony will be there! Even cousin Ranger! She's taking time off of her work to specially come by and help out with the prep and to see us all.
Oh, and it's on the fourteenth, remember that. We'll be there super dooper early!
With love.
Your mama and papa.'
It occurred to me I had no idea what day it is at all. Damn. I don't even know how long I was out. With a pained swallow, I poked my head out of the doorway again, looking at the massive hound. I remember it speaking to me at some point. With a start I remembered I still had the letter and threw it back on the table before sneaking out again, hopefully towards the door. I entered another room, this one with a glowing hammock in it and glow in the dark stickers all over the joint. It looked more like a bedroom, so I quietly left that one and took another chance to leave, coming to an exit to the place. The ramp looked pretty stable, so I shouldn't have any-
"Hey! Where are you going like that?"
With a shocked cry I shied away from the sound and promptly fell off the ramp and hit my head on the ground.
Again.
This was getting really tiresome. Dizzy and feeling more than a little sickly, I sat up woozily, trying to stay up as a white pegasus mare floated down to me. The weirdest part was that she was glowing. literally. Maybe I really had died? I'm not sure. Do angels glow? She had rainbow coloured, short cut mane and a tail cropped almost severely short. A bow adorned the base of her tail and she looked concerned as she landed.
"Hey, are you okay?"
I looked at her unsteadily for a long moment, trying to keep her in focus. It wasn't east, and I could feel as well as see my vision swimming.
"Where... am I?" I asked quietly, holding back the need to hurl. She smiled brightly.
"My house of course! In Spurs Hollow! The coolest town in AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL of Equestria! Come on now, let's get you inside. You look like you..."
The rest of her words were lost as, once again and with a mental sigh of frustration, my body caved to unconsciousness.
This was getting to be a chore.
Moondust, Frankie and Spurs Hollow all used with permission from MoonDust, as is the members of her family. |
Arc Angel | To be Frank...ie. | Pain.
If ever there was a reminder to everypony that they were mortal, it was pain. Physiological, emotional, mental and even spiritual pains. The most common being physical, and thus the one I'm feeling right now. Bolts of electrical impulses sent all the way from the nerve endings spread throughout my body straight to my brain to gently remind me with all the subtlety of a goddamn Sledgehammer. Do you know how subtle a sledgehammer is?
NOT VERY FUCKING SUBTLE!
It's in my flesh, my muscles, my bones, the very pores of my skin. I can feel it everywhere. Even in places I didn't even know I had! My ears even hurt, and I can feel something inside my ear hurting. Hell, I can even feel pain in places that I really shouldn't be feeling pain in right now, unless I'd just had a rectal examination or something, or more. I'm not even kidding. Pain should not exist. I curse the pony who invented pain. I curse them down to the deepest, darkest pits of Tartarus itself. I will find him and inflict that much pain upon him that life itself will lose all meaning. Then I will kill him. Slowly. Very slowly. Making sure he experienced as much of his creation as possible.
Gods above, below, on this plane or any other, I hate pain.
With a low groan, I opened my eyes painfully. Oh right, everything is painful. Anyway, it's dark out. Still dark. Either I've gone and slept for only an hour or so, or I've been asleep for some time. I can't decide which, hopefully only an hour or two. No promises of course, but there you go.
"I see you are awakened, small equine. We trust you will not scream again and harm our ears."
I froze and turned my head painstakingly slowly, literally, to look at the massive hound glaring balefully at me. I gulped and shook my head, grimacing at the pain. Fuck you pain. Fuck you. The hound snorted, apparently satisfied.
"That is satisfactory. Please do not struggle against your bonds. They are there for your own protection,and will not come off unless MoonDust permits it."
Bonds?
I tugged experimentally and found my left hoof was shackled, yes, shackled to the floor! With a surprised yelp I tried to yank myself free only to find the rest of me shackled as well! With a cry of dismay I started to struggle, the metallic chains clanking against their links and the floor. This went on for almost a minute before a loud bark silenced me, making me still and look at the terrifyingly massive hound before me with a nervous gulp. He looked pissed. But then, he always seemed to look pissed from what I've seen.
"Will you please be quiet!? I have a big enough headache as it is. Simply having to look after you is irritating enough without you going and a bigger headache. So do yourself a favor and shut. Up. It'd be such a pity for you to lose your vocal cords."
Holy crap. I am in so much trouble right now. I nodded rapidly to him. It's not that I was afraid! No way! I was definitively NOT afraid of the really big black and red hound with really big teeth and the eyes of a killer. Nu-uh. No way. Impossible. I was just... quiet because I needed to think! Yes. I need to figure out how to get out of here. I have no doubt that if I tried to use magic he'd be on me in a moment. I'm not ready to get on his bad side though. Not that I'm afraid of him! No way. Just because he's bigger than me by about two feet...
Shutup. ~*~
An hour passed, and the cold of the metal shackles chilled my fetlocks and I was getting cramps in my hind legs. The hound was curled up in the corner, watching me closely. It's a bit creepy, the way he's been watching me. Another hour passes and I can no longer feel my forehooves and I'm desperately trying to restrain my groans of pain from the agony I can feel in my hind legs. I looked at the hound, or glare would probably be a better word. He glared back at me. With a lack of anything better to do, I decided it probably couldn't harm me any more than it already had.
"You know," I said quietly, catching his attention, "Restraining a pony against their will is illegal, just as owning shackles is unless you're an officer of the law or a guard. You can be arrested for it."
The hound raised an eyebrow, as if he was amused.
"If you can find a lawman in Spurs Hollow, then go ahead and tell them, but the closest thing we have is the self proclaimed sheriff, Gold Star. I'm sure he'd see Moon Dust's side of things. It's for your own good."
I felt a rather rational surge of anger at this and I felt the rage in my voice as I spoke without thought.
"I've been shackled to the floor by cold fucking shackles in possibly the most uncomfortable way possible to give me cramps that increase in intensity until I feel like a shiv's been shoved through both legs and I'll never walk again you great oaf!"
Almost instantly after I said it, I had a deep feeling of dread, like I was going to regret ever uttering those words to this creature. Contrary to my expectations however, he smirked smugly, and I can see the effort he put in not to smile any wider.
"Well, I do have a reputation to keep up. Hellhounds aren't known for their generosity."
Hellhound? Hellhound? Bullshit, Hellhounds don't exist. Their stories. Tales. Myths. They've never been recorded to even begin existing and, even if they did, they didn't live on this plane. Stupidity. This is probably some normal dog with a spell cast on it to make it speak in our language, nothing more. An elaborate hoax. A canine conundrum, A trickster's trolling, a fools jest. Hellhounds don't exist!
Do they?
A rolling laugh filled the room and I glared at the hound, the source of the laughter and my discomfort.
"You do not believe me. I can see it in your eyes. Think what you will, I have told you of what I am. It is up to you to decide to believe me or not. Either way, Moondust will decide if you go free or if you stay for longer. You need rest. And a lesson in hospitality."
I won't even grace that with an answer.
I looked away, frowning deeply. I really shouldn't be here, and lying like this any longer was probably going to lose me my legs. I just know it. Already I can feel them start to pain me, throbbing and aching. It's not a pleasant feeling, and it's one I dread. If I lose anything now, I'll never get to the glades, and I'll never get the cure for Cadenza.
I guess I have a long time to think. ~*~
Why am I doing this? Why am I doing this in the first place? Is it because my name has been sullied with slights not of my doing? Am I really that selfish that I would forsake everything simply to save myself? Am I really that pathetic?
I'm not sure if I can answer that.
My whole life was me trying to prove myself. My father was a guard, my mother was a powerful spell caster. Of course I had big shoes to fill, but how could I? I barely graduated Magic School and I'm wiry, thing and gangly, not suiting of a guard at all. My armour had to be tailored to my fit since I'm so thin, I don't wield any weapons and my magic is practically nonexistent. And yet a talent in illusion and combat magic? What good is that if I can barely cast the spells? Is that why I'm trying so hard, so desperate to get to the Somerset Glades? To prove myself? I have a lot to prove... but mother left Canterlot years ago, I don't even know where she went, and father was put into a coma by a mugger in an alley when he was off duty. I have nopony to prove anything to, so why would I be trying to prove anything when there's nopony to prove myself to?
None of this makes any sense.
Maybe it's because I swore to defend the Royal family. Princess Mi Amore is Celestia's niece after all, so she is part of the royal family. Her life is in critical danger, so I suppose maybe that's it? I don't know her terribly well, and we didn't really have the best first meeting in the world, but I harbor her no ill will. Perhaps that is it. Just trying to protect the family, and clear my name.
Ugh, this is destroying my brain.
A clink and the rattle of chains broke my train of thought and I looked up to see the two shackles holding my hind legs down being opened by the hound. As soon as they were free I tried to sit up, then was brutally reminded about the pair on my forehooves as I near yanked my shoulders from their sockets. With an irritable grumble the hound undid one of the shackles, then sat back where he was and watched me. With this much freedom, I could certainly move into a more comfortable position and, watching the hound carefully, I slowly did so, rotating my body around until I was on my stomach, hind legs pressed against my sides and I could lay comfortably, one forehoof rubbing the other to try and restore as much circulation as I could. I was still restricted of course, and fairly heavily, but not as much. It glanced suspiciously at the hound.
"Why did you do that? I thought you said-"
"She is not home yet," Interrupted the hound, "And had I left it any longer, there would be a good chance your legs wouldn't function properly for some time."
Well, that was the most obvious observation I've heard all year. Let's have a medal for the terribly observant mutt before my eyes shall we? Yes, I think that might be appropriate. Perhaps a badge! Captain Obvious! And I can be lieutenant sarcasm, running amok causing shenanigans.
Bloody stupid mutt.
I don't like this dog, in case I needed to reiterate that fact. I don't even know it's name and I hate this dog. This fleabitten, lice ridden, big nosed, fat headed mongrel of a thing that looked vaguely like a dog. Not happy at all.
"However I will not remove the last shackle. And to put your fears at ease, Moondust has a permit for them."
Oh, right. Like telling me the shackles I had on were permitted to be used by the owner was really going to put my mind at ease. What does she use them for? Interrogation? Celestia's mane, this was getting more and more ridiculous. Because I'm totally going to get all relaxed because the shackles I have on are legally owned. What is she, a policepony? If so, I'm royally screwed. And not in the good way either.
"Well, I feel so much better knowing that my jailer has a bloody permit for a set of shackles. I feel so much at ease."
The dog growled evilly at me and I could feel myself shrink away from its glare.
"Be glad she did not follow my advice to kick you out on your own with nothing on your back but your cloak, else you would probably be dead by now. Her kind heart has kept your ungrateful self alive, so sit there and shutup."
I don't see how on Equestria I'm only alive because of somepony who now has me imprisoned in her home. It's not like my life was threatened by that tumble I had, it's absurd. It wasn't that bad.
"You had six broken bones, three fractured ribs and a very small fracture in your skull close to your horn. Apparently, that's dangerous for your kind."
Shit. Guess I was in danger. Not going to let this dick kno-
Wait up, if I was in such danger, how the hell long was I out!? And I can't feel any difference in my bones. They still hurt like hell. Did they bother to even treat my broken and busted bones? I doubt it. It doesn't feel like it. Probably didn't even care. Just brought me in so they didn't feel guilty. I'm not staying here though. No way. As soon as I can, I'm getting out of here, whether they like it or not.
"Frankie! I'm Hoome~!"
The dog's ears perked up and swiveled with his head to the doorway as the familiar voice ripped through my aching head.I had heard that voice before. It was before I hit my head on the ground I believe. Before I really hurt my head falling off that bloody ramp to the house I was in. Probably still in.
With a hop and a skip, in came a white pegasus with bright, bright multicoloured mane and tail. Her tail was cut severely short and a big pink bow decorated the base of her tail. Her eyes were a bright, bright green and she was big.
Bigger than me anyway.
"Frankie! Is our- Oh! he is! Hello! Sorry about the whole shackle thing, it was for your own good."
She was cute. I've never met a tall mare I could call cute, but this mare was certainly cute. It took me a moment to actually get my thoughts into order that I could respond, and when I did it was angry and heated.
"Yes, because shackling me and leaving me in the company of a talking hound who was more likely to rip my throat out than let me change my position is totally for my own good."
She went to speak, but my rant was far from over.
"Not to mention not treating my apparent broken bones and such things because you couldn't be bothered to help me out rather than to lock me up in your bloody house using shackles you apparently have a permit for, but that I haven't seen yet. And where the hell are my saddlebags!? And what bloody day is it? How long have I been asleep?"
There was a long moment of silence from the entirety of the room as they stared at me, no doubt shocked by my outburst. I myself could scarcely believe I just said what I said, but I stand by it none the less. I can feel the oppressive pains in my chest and limbs right now, reminding me just how much damage I'd done, and how lax she'd been in my keeping.
"Not treating you? Don't be silly! What a mean, thoughtless and rude thing to say! You should be ashamed of yourself!"
I found myself blinking stupidly at the mare before me, who didn't seem angry so much as disappointed.
"Of course I found you some help for your injuries! You still have to put up with the pain of them healing though! Your bags are on the kitchen table, I do have a permit for those, written by Celly herself-"
My mind latched onto that. Celly.
Celly?
The only pony with a name I could think of that fit the pet name was Princess Celestia, and she did have the authority to give permits for the owning and use of shackles to a point. But that's absurd. Why on Equestria, or rather how, could Moondust possibly know the princess? Let alone well enough to call her 'Celly'. That's absurd. Stupid. Wacko. No way could she be on pet-name-basis with the most powerful, or one of, pony in the entire kingdom. Not even possible. Not even close. Princess Celestia is nice, but she's simply too busy to get to know anypony on a pet-name-basis, let alone a first name basis. Most times she calls you 'My little Pony'.
I must have said it out loud, because she was looking at me funny.
"Of course! Who else would I get it off of? My mother worked on your bones I'll have you know, and she's the bestest nurse in all of Equestria!"
Well of course it was her mother. Of course she's the best nurse in all of Equestria. It sounds perfect. Best treatment in the entirety of Equestria.
I'm doomed. |
Arc Angel | Dinner with the Clydesdales. | It's not often that I'm left not knowing what to do. Normally, the answer is right in front of me, and I have no problem acting as soon as I can, doing what's necessary or required. It's not terribly difficult when you think about it. Most times, the answer is right in front of our faces, staring at us without any semblance of even an attempt of hiding. And, as a guard who's been on both patrol duty in the castle and in the city itself of Canterlot, I've been in pretty much every situation that could be called for including, but not limited to, making split second decisions to save other ponies' lives. It's a dangerous life, that of a royal guard and I won't ever deny it. Many a guard has fallen, especially the more foolhardy, headstrong ones. A guard is not a guard if he cannot curb his urge to plunge into battle or curtail his stupidity enough to think something through without getting himself or anypony else with him hurt or killed. You learn to think on your hooves, consider all possibilities and decide on the best course of action in a matter of milliseconds, the electrical impulses of the brain hastened by adrenaline, experience and finely tuned instincts. If you live past your first year in the core, you'll turn out just fine, or resign before the next month is out. it's just that simple.
But I have never, ever been in a situation like this. When I said I was doomed before, I had no idea what was to come.
Now I'm officially doomed. I have no idea how to react to this at all, nor how I'm meant to act.
After I had apologised, and rather profusely at that, My hostess had perked up and told me it was all okay, that it was but a misunderstanding. She proceeded to unshackle me and lead me around her entire household, taking delight in showing me everything except her room, which she deliberately left out of the tour. Right now she was taking me into, believe it or not, the final spot of the house she was willing to show me.
"And this of course is the dining room!"
It was a simple room with a large, rectangular table. A very large rectangular table, easily big enough to fit in with an army camp, I swear. I'm curious, however, about why exactly a mare living on her own would need such a massive table. I doubt even the guard corps would use such a massive table. It's absurd! A banquet table with room to spare is what it really is. The decor is plain, very simple. the wooden walls indicated that the room was on the edge of the house.
"Okay! Now that you know the house, You're ready to join us all for dinner!"
What.
I stared at her for a long moment until I found my voice again.
"I'm sorry, what? Me? Dinner?"
She nodded enthusiastically with a smile.
"Of course! All the family is coming down for our weekly reunion! We do it every week!"
Reunion? An annual reunion!? And she wanted me to join them!? She only just met me! Not to mention I insulted her, yelled at her and was basically the worst house guest on the planet and she was inviting me to dinner? With the family? What is this, a freaking dating video on fast forward? And a really bad one at that. Maybe a soap opera? Ugh, this is absurd!
"Uh," I started, not sure how to put this, "I appreciate the gesture but... I'm afraid I must decline."
The look this mare before me gave me, the mare at least a foot taller than I am and even bulkier than I am if you can believe that (not to say she's fat, because she's not) gave me the most heartbroken, saddest puppy eyes I have ever seen before in my life. But I am a guard! I'm a royal guard! A powerful, strong willed! I will endure!
"Look, I'm not trying to be rude I just... I have to get going soon, I'm just so... I have so many places... I'm just... Oh alright!"
Dammit. ~*~
In my experience, which is very little, of dating, meeting the parents is the worst part. Or at least, I find it that way. That is NOT to say I'm seeing this as a date, because it's certainly not. But it's a little like that. If I could manage to get a filly to like me enough, or be curious enough, to go out on a date with me and keep the relationship long enough, I'd always mess everything up at the dinner with the parents. It was always meeting their parents though, never the other way around. Before dad was put in a coma, where he's been for the past year or two (With frequent physio, so when he wakes up his muscles haven't atrophied,) Whenever I brought a filly to meet him, he'd be all smiles and pride, always telling me that I'd done well. My dad's a great guy. Always has been, always will be. He always flattered my date silly and the ones he really liked ended up with gifts most times.
My dates adored my dad.
On the flipside...
Most times, the filly in question's father took a dislike to me. I was polite, dressed when appropriate and anything else needed, but for some reason, the father always took a dislike to some aspect of my life. Most of them thought, I think, that the scrawny Royal Guard in his first year couldn't protect or provide for their daughter, and I'm fairly certain that some of them just thought this scrawny pony before them must have been a joke. I tried to be polite, I stood up for her and myself when needed, and all it got me was a swift kick out of the house, and a swifter and harder kick out of their lives. I know I'm not the biggest stallion on the block, but at least give me a chance dammit. It may have been a monetary issue as well I suppose, since guard's wages, although decent, aren't anything special. Ponies that earn money like Shade Touch does would probably be alright dating nobles. I know. He is dating one. Sugar Cream comes from a minor noble family of almost exclusively pegasi, including her petite self. And I'm fairly sure her parents fully approved of Shade. Who wouldn't? Shade might be quiet and have a haunted look to him that he won't explain, but he's courteous, calculating and fiercely protective, not to mention he makes a tonne of bits. Not to mention he cuts a mean figure in a suit.
How very unlike me.
At this moment, I can see the ponies coming in from town and can only assume that this is Moondust's family. I'm sitting behind Moondust, trying vainly to seem as small as ponily possible, to avoid attention. It probably won't work. In point of fact I know it won't, because Frankie, the hound from before, just pushed me up beside Moondust, telling me I had to greet the family as well.
Well shit.
The first to arrive was a bored looking mare of grey with a dull red for mane and tail. Her flank, which surprised me most, was completely blank. she had a bow at her tailbase much like Mondust. She was introduced to me as 'Clueless'. I was not given any information in concerns to her relation to the mare. But apparently, she is the oldest blankflank in Spurs Hollow. Not a terribly fun fact. Rushing after her was a small brown colt with bright, two tone blue mane and tail. On his flank was a wheel. Looked like it was made of stone. He said I was weird and apparently Clueless is his worst enemy.
What I saw approaching the house after this left me wondering about the possibility of sentient boxes.
A white mare with a red mane and tail streaked through with blue in a place or two, was walking next a moving pile of bags, boxes and cans. All I could do was stare at the moving pile of foodstuffs. Yes, I've realised it's foodstuffs. It was the damndest thing I've ever seen. Moondust didn't even seem phased! Like this was normal! The mare's wings, I've only just noticed them now, were tightly folded against her body.
"Mum!" She called out excitedly, "Dad!"
Mum? Dad? THESE were her parents? And where was her father?
"Uh... Moondust.." I said quietly, making her look to me, "There's only one pony there, and a pile of... well... groceries. And I thought you said your mother put magical splints on the broken bones?"
She giggled and shrugged.
"Well, she called in a favor. And no, Dad is under all those groceries~"
As it turned out, she wasn't kidding. When the pile of groceries reached us, what else popped out of it but a smiling pony head! Green coat and a dark, ashen mane hidden mostly under a large hat that fell over the sides of his head as well, his ears perked up through what looked like custom made holes.
"Dusty! I trust you didn't get in too much trouble while we were gone hmm?"
Moondust giggled and shook her head.
"Of course not! Don't be silly. Mum, Dad, this is Arc. The pony I found just outside of town that you helped heal mum?"
Her mother smiled and nodded. Her father looked at me and, to be honest, I couldn't read his expression. I was never terribly good at reading emotions anyway.
"Oh yes, I remember. Quite a few broken bones you had dear, mind if I ask how you managed?"
I didn't even think before answering, "Oh, I jumped out of one of the towers at Canterlot."
All three ponies stared at me as I suddenly became aware of what I said and flushed. Her mother spoke again.
"And... you ended all the way out here because of it?"
I hesitated before nodding, knowing she wasn't going to believe me. To my surprise, she shrugged.
"Oh well, I suppose you need to get thrills somehow. Unicorns. You're a strange bunch you are~"
I could tell she was teasing, but it still stung a little. We're not strange... are we? Maybe we are to others. I'll have to think on that someday.
Then her father smiled and a hoof materialised somewhere from within the pile of tomatoes, daisies and other groceries.
"Nice to meet you lad! My name's Crosshairs, professional Zombie hunter! It's good to meet somepony else who's not afraid to do crazy and dangerous things! I'm sure you had good reason to jump out of a tower, why else would you do it eh?"
What. Not even a question, just 'what'. Zombie Hunter? Really? Please, it's not like zombies exist. That's stupid. Zombies are just a stupid story told to foals to scare them silly, nothing to a full grown pony. Everypony knows zombies don't exist. They're imaginary, mythological, falsifications, poppycock even! They've never existed, and never will. Honestly, a dead pony or creature back to life come to consume the brains and flesh of the living? How absurd.
But I didn't voice my thoughts, I simply shook his hoof with a nod and a simple 'Hello sir'. He nodded to me and drew my attention to his wife.
"And this is obviously my wife, Twister. She's a nurse, so near everypony calls her Nurse Twister."
She smiled and nodded to me, which I returned. They were much more interested in me and more polite than both Wheels and Clueless, although I suppose they were adults and had cutie marks. Speaking of which...
Twister's mark was a pair of light blue hearts, side by side, although one was significantly larger than the other and quartered. A medical mark. I couldn't see Crosshairs', but I don't think I really need much more info to guess what it is.
Introductions to her parents being made, we parted and allowed them inside before Moondust stepped back into place, eagerly awaiting the next family member. I was pushed back by Frankie, who seemed hellbent on making me greet every single pony who entered the house.
Stupid mutt.
The next pair that approached made me do a double take. The mare looked normal, a mare in every respect of the word, but the stallion?
Pardon my language but uh... what the fuck is that?
He was orange coated, his forelegs ended in hooves and he had a very short mane of spikey hair, but that's pretty much where the resemblance ended. His hind legs ended in some sort of three toed feet, and his tail was... well, it was just that. A fleshy tail he could move independently to his body, and extensively by the look of it. It did have a tuft of the same reddish hair that made up his mane, but... Wait, he even has spots! White spots are occasionally marking his torso and he had a horn upon his head. At least his general physiology looks at least pony like. Hopefully I won't stare and offend him, or his friend. Upon the mare's back was a foal wrapped up in a blanket. With a start, I realised these two must be a couple. I've also discovered where Moondust's multihued mane comes from. This mare's side of the family apparently. Grey coat, white labcoat and a set of purple goggles over her eyes along with a pair of black gloves over her forehooves, it looked like she just came from work.
I was introduced to the pair by name. Apparently, Aunt Calpurnica and Uncle Oddity were quite the fun loving couple, and Cousin Candystripe was a very busy filly. Busy making a career out of being a baby, full time.
This is the weirdest family I've ever met. ~*~
They were not the last I met. But I digress, we now sit around the massive banquet table with, no surprise, a massive banquet sitting on the table. Tonight, as Moondust had told me, was the family reunion and thus, Taco night. The mountain of taco shells was rapidly dwindling. I myself had had at least five of them shoved onto my plate before being told to eat. I'm not the biggest stallion in the world, I do not eat very much at all. Certainly not five tacos! Just the thought is absurd. Around the table was the rest of the family, including those that I had met later. Moondust's other cousin, 'Prickle Punk', was a white earth pony with spiked up, punky mane and a piercing in pretty much every part of his face and three in one ear. I liked Prickle Punk, he's a fun guy who seemed to like everypony regardless. His mark was like a graffitied skull in red. It's pretty cool. And I hesitate to use that word for pretty much everything. Her rather strict Aunt Cavalry from the military. I was most comfortable around her, since it reminded me of back home with the chain of command. Mind you, she seemed a little... weird herself. Across the table from me was an old mare of green with a rainbow mane and tail. She'd been introduce to me as 'Grandma Gumnut'. According to Moondust, the entire family believed that this mare was a witch by trade. She's an earth mare though, how could she be a witch? Sitting beside her was Great, Great Grandpa Gravyboat, who used to be a gourmet, well known gravy chef before he lost his tastebuds in uh... I stopped listening after that.
And last but not least is the supposedly difficult to contact Cousin Ranger. Leafy green coat and bark brown mane, She seemed to be the most sensible of the clan altogether. She was an archaeologist, which beat Calpurnica's Coronary career, or Clueless' jobless state. think about it, travelling all over Equestria to see ancient ruins and researching our culture of old, aspects and relics that had been lost to time.
That'd be fun.
She's been glancing at me the entire time we've been at the table, but whenever I try to catch her eye, she looks away. I'm not really sure what's going on there, but I'm not really certain i want to find out either. I just want to get through this meal and be on my way. I need to get to Somerset Glade.
It occurred to me just then as I was filling my taco with fried daisies and lettuce that Oddity was speaking.
"But then I said, you might have the money, but I have the Snitzel!"
The entire table, minus me, erupted into racuous laughter and i hesitantly joined them, not actually knowing what was said. I spooned some of the sauce into the taco and began to nibble at the taco as I heard a complaint from Wheels about Clueless hogging all of the tomatoes. I'll admit, this isn't as unpleasant as I thought it'd be. The family seems pleasant enough, if not argumentative in many cases, and they'd all frantically shushed Twister when she'd started telling a story. Gravyboat had, true to his name, made some gravy, although I fail to see what gravy had in relevance to tacos. I caught the eye of Prickle punk and he winked at me with a grin.
"This taco sauce is perfection Auntie Twister," he called out across the table, making Twister smile.
"Thank you Prickle, I do aim to please," she replied, sounding quite proud of herself. He grinned at me again before taking a bite of his taco. Across the table, Clueless and Wheels had started arguing, this time concerning what was left of the mountain of taco shells, which had now diminished to barely any. I'd surprised myself, having eaten quite a few tacos myself. The arguing pair were quickly broken up by Gumnut and the table went quiet as Crosshairs tapped the table.
"It's great to be here with all of you," He began with a smile, "And I can't tell you how much I look forward to out weekly get togethers. I've heard some questions going around wondering why we're here at Dusty's lovely home rather than our customary meeting place, Twisty and I's home."
A murmur of agreement passed over the table, with Gravyboat simply nodding slowly. To be honest, I'm not sure he even knows where he is.
"Well, the answer is sitting at this table tonight. A few days ago, Dusty found a young stallion outside of town. He was badly beaten up, and had more than a few broken bones."
Boy am I glad they're still looking at him.
"She brought him home, gave him a place to stay out of the goodness of her kind heart, and called for her mother to help treat him. Thanks to our hard work, he's made quite the recovery. Ladies and Gentlecolts, it's my pleasure to welcome Arc to our reunion."
All eyes turned to me, and all I wanted to do at that moment was sink through the floor and never be seen again.
"Even though he's not family, and even though he's not been around long, we welcome him, as any good pony should. We welcome him to our table, and give him welcome to our food, because what are friends but extended family?"
He picked up his glass, half filled with water, like the rest of the table. They'd been set out at the beginning of the meal, and Moondust told me not to touch it under any circumstances until such a time as she said I could. It was now that she nudged me and picked up hers. I picked up mine hesitantly as he held his glass up.
"And so I propose a toast! To family!" He said proudly, "To us!"
As I watched, the entire table, even young Wheels, raised their glasses and echoed him.
"To family! To us!"
I've never been so moved by anything in my life, and it was such a simple gesture. For that one moment, everypony at the table had put aside difference, and had shown that, even if they bicker, fight and maybe sometimes leave for a long time, they still value each other as family, and they'll always be there when it's important. They showed they were proud to be family, even accepting Oddity, who true to his name was possibly the most odd creature I'd ever had the pleasure of meeting.
I had not raised my glass or drank, these thoughts distracting me and Crosshairs noticed me, probably noticed my pensive look.
"What's the matter Arc? Something wrong with my proposal?"
Again, all eyes turned to me and I felt tiny. i shook my head.
"No sir, not at all. It's a noble thing to toast... I was just..."
To be honest, I'd never missed my father more than I had just at that very moment. I wished he could be here to see that families do hold together, even when they bicker over the tiniest thing, like Clueless and Wheels, or put aside difference, like Oddity and Calpurnica. A family can survive, and these ponies were living proof it can survive through pretty much everything.
"I guess you guys reminded me of my family... or all I have left. i wish my father were here to see this... He would... He would have really loved you guys."
I felt a hoof over mine and looked at it, noting a leafy green hoof on mine. Ranger was trying to comfort me. I smiled sadly.
"He... had an accident a year or so back, slipped into a coma. He's stable, and the hospital is keeping his physical condition in top shape, like he would have wanted... but I miss him. Now more than ever."
There was a long pause before Crosshairs spoke once more.
"What's his name lad?"
"His name is Grey Steel. He's... a Royal guard."
Another pause before, almost as one, the ponies around me lifted their glasses and called out "To Grey Steel!" and drank the rest of their drinks.
I was in tears.. but that is one thing I will drink to. ~*~
Midnight.
I hate to do this, especially after everything these ponies have done for me, and my terrible guest manners, but I must leave. In secret. Again. This time, I won't be followed.
The room I'm in was the one I was originally contained within, and I was just finishing packing my saddlebags. I had my cloak on. I wasn't about to risk magic again, since the last time I'd done it (just after the feast) had resulted in a splitting headache and Nurse Twister telling me to take it easy with the magic until the bone is healed. I never knew using magic with a fracture even near the horn could cause such pain. Anyhow, I have my bags under the cloak, which feels like it's rolling off my skin all the time, even though it's not even moving, and I start to move. the entire family was sleeping here tonight, so i had to avoid a lot of sleeping forms. I passed Prickle Punk with relative ease, I guess he's a heavy sleeper. Dusty was in her room, so she was easy to avoid, and so was Frankie, who'd decided he'd best sleep with out hostess. Sneaking through the house was surprisingly easy, until I hit the front door.
"Arc?"
I froze and cursed under my breath. This was exactly what I wanted to avoid. I heard hoofsteps and a hoof tapped my shoulder. I sighed and sat down, just outside the doorway.
"Where are you going?"
I turned to see who I was addressing and was honestly surprised to come eye to eye with Ranger.
"I can't say. But I have to go. I've delayed enough already. I wouldn't have stayed had it not been for my injuries, and Dusty's insistence."
An uncomfortable silence spanned what felt like an eternity before she shifted stance subtly and cleared her throat.
"Can you take me with you?"
I was so shocked I had to do a double take. Had she really just said that!?
"What? No, no you can't. It's too dangerous."
She scoffed and looked at me, looking insulted.
"I'm an archaeologist, how much more dangerous could it be than searching Arcaeni ruins?"
Arcaeni. That's a word I haven't heard in some time. The Arcaeni were a super advanced race of ponies, at least technologically speaking, that lived millenia ago. Their machines and artifacts were greatly prized by museums and collectors, and many fortune seekers had met their ends by Arcaeni traps.
But this was not some old ruins.
"Ranger, I'm not doubting your expertise, but this isn't some old vault filled with predictable traps. It's going to be a long journey, and I don't know if even I'll survive it. You need to stay with your family, and do what you love best. I'm not taking you away from them, under any circumstances."
For a moment she was quiet before sighing.
"Okay, I see your point. I was hoping to finally find my pirate's treasure from following you..."
What.
"But I suppose you're right. But hey, if you finish your little quest, whatever that is, promise you'll come back sometime? Have dinner with us again?"
I smiled, genuinely entertaining the idea of coming back every so often to have dinner with this marvelous family and I nodded.
"Certainly, I'll give it my best shot."
She giggled.
"Good~ Because you're kinda cute, and I wouldn't mind getting to know you a little better~"
I started in shock and she giggled as I stared at her. With a teasing wink, she leaned forward and pressed an little kiss to my cheek and went back inside.
I sighed as I finally snapped out of my shock and left the household behind me.
Why was it always the ones I can't have?
So, a quick note here, the 'Arcaeni' are basalisk120's creation, used with permission, and Moondust and her family belong to this tumblr: http://ask-moondust.tumblr.com/ and were also used with prior permission. Spurs Hollow was also created by Moondust, used with permission. EVERYTHING NOT MINE WAS USED WITH PERMISSION! WAAAAARGH! |
Arc Angel | Second Reunion, and unexpected Circumstance. | I was in quite high spirits when I left Spurs Hollow. I have to say, I haven't had such high spirits since Spring hugged me to her with her wing. It'd been some time since I'd felt like this, and it was a bit of a novelty, to be on the road and yet, for the first time, not feel helpless. For once I knew where I was going, and I know what I'm doing. I know what I need, where to go, and nothing is going to stand in my way.
If this damn thorn in my hoof would get OUT, I'd be better still.
Right now, I'm sitting on the side of the road that had, as of almost twelve hours ago, led me out and away from Spurs Hollow, trying to reach the thorn stuck in my hind left hoof. It's damn annoying, and it's starting to actually hurting me now, I can feel a crick in my neck forming as I crane around to see what I'm doing. It's been stuck in my hoof for the past hour and I've finally gotten sick enough to try and grab it. And so you know, it has occurred to me to use magic, but using it to try and grasp something that I cannot physically see, or know precisely where it is. Neither of which I do or can.
With an irritable grunt, I change position, rolling onto my back and curling and finally I saw it. A great big red thorn that looked more like it belonged in the mouth of a full grown cerberus rather than on a plant. With a grunt, I leaned forward and grabbed the thorn in my teeth and yanked it out with another painful grunt. It's larger than I thought, and a small bead of blood welled out of it. Nothing to be done though, I'll just have to make do.
The countryside I've been walking through these past few hours is quite spectacular. Many would say that these rolling plains are boring and featureless, but some of us know better. The sky is clear and the hills are covered in long grass with occasional spots of colour where a flower bush or simply some flowers had grown. There's a pool of water not far to my right and, hey, why not? I start towards it, I need to fill my water supply anyway. I'd sort of forgotten to do so when I'd left Spurs Hollow, and I'd feel bad doing it anyway, taking Moondust's water. It just doesn't seem right, to take her water.
Moondust.
I really do owe her. My life I suppose. It's unreal to owe someone else my life rather than have it the other way around like I'm used to. Seriously, when Spring and I are on patrol, it's the other way around. I remember once when we saved a mare who worked in a brothel. She didn't really have much choice, as I found out later, but that's neither here nor there. I found it highly amusing when she offered her services for free for Nightspring whenever she wanted. Spring had gotten all flustered and hadn't known how to respond. Of course, I couldn't laugh for long however when she turned her gaze unto me. Yes, she made me blush to the roots of my mane that day, with an offer that I have yet to take her up on. I'm fairly certain I will never take her up on it come to think of it. It's a little uh... yeah.
Ahem.
Anyway! Juicy piece of gossip aside, I've reached the pool, or spring, or whatever, I've never been very good at geography, despite my studies. Geography simply never struck a chord with me, I was always better at Mathematics, Magical Theory and Strategy. Obviously I've studied more but...
I'm getting off topic again.
With a sigh I sat down again at the water's edge and let the saddlebags drop from my back. There's still several hours of daylight left, so I'm not stopping yet, but I do need water. Flicking open the bags, I reached in and took out my canteen. Oh, I don't think I ever mentioned having that hey? Well, I have a canteen, it came with the bags. It's a pretty thing, made of what I can only guess is steel, painted orange with a red apple. It seems everything in these saddlebags was tailor made for Applejack. The apple matches those on her flanks... Not that I ever looked at her flanks! I'm actually missing her food now that I think on it...
I catch myself staring at the canteen and shake myself out of it, unscrewing the cap for the canteen and taking a swig before emptying the contents onto the ground with a grimace. The damn thing tasted horrible, guess I need to clean this thing. This is where magic comes in handy. It barely took a few seconds to clean the thing with magic, despite how fiddly the thing is, and a few seconds more to fill it. As I do so, I start to thinking. How exactly do I get within the castle once I have the antidote? I can't get in the same way as I did last time, they'd have me under lock and key the moment I was in sight and escorted by an entire contingency of guards, I know it. And I doubt even Defender's authority could get me out of that jam. I suppose going at night might buy me some leniency, but I doubt it. I'd doubt Captain would leave Princess Cadenza on her own for long, and probably spends entire nights at her bedside.
Well, I'll cross that bridge when I get there I suppose. Canteen filled and replaced in the bags, I relocated them onto my back and headed South for the Somerset Glade. I'll be honest, I'm not certain why they call it the Somerset 'Glade', because to be honest, I've heard it's more a forest than a glade. But then, the Kirin were never terribly sociable, excepting the current King.
I was just following this line of reasoning when it occurred to me that I was on the ground. As in, face in the dirt, dirt tasting, face planting. You know what I mean, we've all been in that position.
"Ha! Found you! Only took me a few days!"
That voice...
"Oh jeez, Spring didn't I leave you in Canterlot?"
The familiar sound of Nightspring's voice invaded my ears and I'm not sure if I'm relieved, happy to see her or pissed off that she followed me. I'd left her there for a reason, but as usual she'd just plunge into everything without thought, as she always did. Sometimes...
"Yes, you did. I'm very disappointed in you for that," She said frigidly, "That wasn't part of the plan."
"The plan went to Tartarus the moment Defender discovered me," I shot back angrily, struggling against her. Unfortunately for me, Spring is stronger than me physically and there's no way I'm capable of throwing her off me, no matter how hard I try. It's kinda discouraging to be honest, that a mare I'd known most of my adult life was stronger than I was. Isn't it meant to be the other way around?
"He didn't turn you in did he? So I'd say it worked anyway. You were meant to leave with me! Not jump out of a fucking window! I was terrified you were dead! You're SO lucky I have wings you know, otherwise I could have never tracked you. How in Celestia's name did you glide so far anyway? You're a unicorn but you're not that good."
Ouch.
"I'm not all that certain myself, if you must know," I replied snidely, "But I'm fairly certain it had something to do with the cloak I'm wearing. But asking me about it will get you nowhere, since I don't even know why I took it from Shining's office, I just saw it and took it."
We both paused for a moment as I smoldered under her comment concerning my latent magical abilities, or lack thereof. Certainly not called for, and more than a little insulting if you ask me. And she was still sitting on me. That was getting old rather quickly.
"Spring, could you get off me now?" I asked irritably, "I need to keep moving sometime soon."
"No," She replied coldly, obviously not liking my tone, "I think I'll sit here a little longer. I'm not certain you've learned your lesson yet. We'll stay here for a while longer."
Naturally. The most important time in my life, and the most important journey of my lifetime, and I happen to be stuck under the most petty mare on the face of Equestria who happened to be physically stronger than me, plus I have no way of summoning up enough strength to lift the stupid mare via telekinesis. Well, to be honest, if the circumstances were different I'd be close to being in heaven right now. But considering these circumstances...
Nope, still in heaven.
I feel heat flush across my face and instinctively know that I'm blushing. Her forehooves are digging into my shoulders and her rump is on my back. I must look like the biggest fool, with my forehooves stuck out in front of me and my hind legs splayed out on the ground. I'm so glad I'm on my stomach right now though, and my tail lies pretty flat. There are some features of the stallion's body that aren't meant to be shown in broad daylight.
I suppose it wouldn't hurt.... she's probably better at this than me right?
"Fine," I said quietly, "You can come with me then."
I'm not sure if I'll regret this or not, but hey, why not? ~*~
It was almost a week later. We'd been travelling due South for some time, having to bypass most towns and all cities. Thankfully, Spring wasn't wanted for treason, so she could go into any town or city she wanted. Unfortunately, she couldn't be seen with me. So nine times out of ten, she either walked ahead or flew high above, avoiding the sight of unicorns and earth ponies all together. I'm fairly certain we're going the right way, but since I've never actually been to the Somerset Glade, I can't be entirely certain. But hey, South is South right? How hard could it be?
Anyhow.
A week we were travelling South. We'd just set up camp and I was midway through finishing a turnip broth. It wasn't a great turnip broth, but it was a semblance of a turnip broth. I'm not a terribly good cook. Spring had been acting strange all day, and now was no exception. She was moody and often pushed me away or snapped at me. To be honest, I wasn't sure how to react. I knew she could be a bitch sometimes, but this was absurd.
"The broth is almost ready Spring, you hungry?" I asked cautiously.
"No, I don't want any of your stupid broth!" She shot back angrily, "I don't want anything you cook you idiot!"
"Sorry I asked," I replied indignantly. She huffed angrily and shook her head.
"Your bloody cooking is worse than my father's hygiene, and that's saying something!"
Okay, that does it. I've met Nightspring's father, and my cooking isn't that bad. I looked at her angrily.
"What is wrong with you today!? You're acting worse than my mother in a foul mood!"
And if her father's hygiene is bad, my mother's temper is something to behold. I swear, she made legend in Canterlot for her bad moods. It's absurd. She seemed to take offense to this.
"Well maybe I'm sick of travelling with a reject like you!" She yelled back at me, "And sick of your stupid cooking and pathetic brooding all the time! It's like travelling with an overly emotional teenage colt in the middle of puberty!"
I saw red and leapt at her, pinning her under my hooves, her shocked cry turning into a grunt as both of us hit the ground, the fire, food and tent forgotten in our spat. Adrenaline lent me strength as I held her down despite her struggles and I yelled at her.
"DAMMIT NIGHTSPRING, WHAT THE HECK IS WRO-"
My rant cut short as I noted her appearance. She was sweating, for one, and her bottom lip was clutched tightly in her teeth. She was looking anywhere but at me, and her wings were partway open. Her cheeks were flushed red and her ears were splayed flat against her head. She looks really, really uncomfortable.
"Spring? Are you alright?"
She nodded slowly, her bottom lip turning white. Hesitantly, afraid she'd bite through it or something, I took her lip from her teeth with a careful hoof. She actually tried to nibble my hoof and I jerked away, a flush on my face now.
"W-what are you doing? What's wrong?" I asked, although I had my suspicions by now. Suspicions that were slowly being confirmed. Her whole demeanor now that I was on top of her changed, and her hoof quested out to caress my cheek and mane, making me flush even more. She still didn't answer me at first, but her scent answered for me. That alone confirmed my suspicions. There was only one reason that she would be giving off such a scent, and would also explain why she'd been pushing me away as best she could all day.
"Spring... Are you..?"
Her answer was a solid bite to my ear, making me yelp in surprised pain. Always knew she was a rough filly. She growled seductively as she did so and whispered softly after letting go.
"You caught me, Now what are you going to do about it?"
How the hell did I answer to that? I can feel my body starting to react to her biological demands, even as I try to swallow and get my head back together.
"Spring.. You're not.. thinking straight you're just.. It's-"
"Don't tell me you don't," She said bluntly, licking my cheek slowly afterwards, despite my jerking away, "You've wanted me for a long time~ Now's your chance you know, and you know I won't stop you..~"
She glanced back at the tent, then back to me. I was trying desperately to keep my head out of the clouds and in the real world. It's difficult. Fuck, it's worse than difficult, it's damn near impossible. I gulped heavily.
"Spring... I.. you're in heat.. it messes with your head..."
She grabbed my head, shutting me up quite effectively and giggled.
"Stop denying yourself, and stop denying me~ You couldn't deny little old me could you?"
Crafty minx. I sighed and stepped off of her, not fighting her as she nipped and pushed at my rump, pushing me into the massive tent.
I don't think I'll be getting much sleep tonight, if any. |
Arc Angel | Relations | There are ponies I know of that have dreamed of being in the position I am in right now. In fact, I'd be a dirty fucking liar if I said I hadn't dreamed of being here more than a few nights myself. There were plentiful guards in the core that were bigger than me, much more handsome than awkward, wiry me, smarter than me, more deserving than me and others still that were just downright better in every regard than me. But of all the ponies in Equestria that ended up in this situation, it ended up being me.
Who would have thought? I just have to hope I don't get my flank kicked.
Four days. Four days she'd refused to continue on. Four days she'd decided she needed me and my assets more than she needed food or water, although she did demand that I went out and get her something to drink and something to eat and of course I obliged her. I couldn't let her get weak, and I had to keep her energy levels up. She's quite feisty, although I suppose I expected that. What I didn't expect was, and I'm actually starting to think I may have dreamed it all, her avid desire to be dominated. She fought me every step of the way, but she wanted me to own her, and she made it very clear what she wanted.
Right now, I am in bed, the heady musk of sweat in the air as well as other things, invading my nostrils. Next to me, with her free wing draped over my torso, is the beauty that is Nightspring. She looks so peaceful and beautiful asleep.
WAIT! Before any of you think otherwise, I took precautions against possible pregnancy. Nightspring will not and was physically incapable of being impregnated by me for the past few days. I'm not stupid.
Anyhow, we're in the bed, as I said before. Her hooves are around me and her snout is buried in the fur of my chest. Her mane is tangled and frizzed all over the place, and I think I may or may not have rubbed a few of her feathers the wrong way in a literal sense, but it's still the most divine feeling I've ever known. Forget sheets and blankets, I'll take Spring's feathers any day of the week. The problem that's plaguing my mind however, is the question of whether or not Spring is going to blame me for what's happened and hate me. If she does that, she's liable to lose her temper and she can be violent when that happens. That's what I'm afraid of. She won't have a single problem in kicking my flank three ways to next Sunday if she decides that it was my fault.
I think I've said before that Nightspring has only ever had one partner the entire time I've known her. I wasn't lying. Her former flame's name was Lucere, or Lucis as he liked to be called. He had an ivory coat and an almost blindingly golden hued mane and tail. He was arrogant, confident and very good at what he did. He was also a guard. An officer in fact, a few ranks higher than pretty much everypony we called friend. He specialised in tactics and strategy. I don't think he was ever beaten in any game of strategy that I know of, although I'm willing to bet he was beaten by Guard Captain Shining Armour. I used to get jealous watching them. It wasn't very clear what started them down the path to breaking up, but whatever it was, it did the job to a T. I didn't like Lucis. Never did. I'm not certain if it was because he had Nightspring whilst I never could, or if it was just because he was a pain in the flank. Either way, I took great personal pleasure from watching him be turned flat after they pair had an argument in the common room. After I'd given it some thought though, I don't think I've ever felt so guilty. I was actually glad he was gone, and that Spring had been so damn brutal. I was beating myself up about it for weeks afterwards, and Nightspring was cold to everypony for a long time, eventually making Lucis request a transfer to a different area. He was transferred to the Gryphon border, which makes me wonder why he'd choose one of the most distant places away from Canterlot, and what Spring did to him to make him think he needed to.
My thoughts froze as he she shifted in her sleep, mumbling happily, her hooves shifting to rest on my chest on either side of her snout. Celestia and Luna, she looks so adorable like that. If I ever forgot why I like her so much, all I will ever need to do is remember this moment, as I look down at her while she sleeps on me. It is the most adorably cute thing I've ever seen. I'm actually surprised that I haven't fallen asleep myself, she pushed me pretty hard and it was for four days straight. My stamina surprises even me. Another murmur from her and now I think she's waking up. She yawned cutely and nuzzled into my chest, grumbling about waking up by the sounds of it. Her eyes fluttered open and her hind legs twitched. She has the most gorgeous wine red eyes, I can't believe it took me so long to notice them. She looked at the fur in front of her for a moment before looking up at me and, for the first time that I can remember, I saw her blush in what I could only assume was embarrassment.
"Uh... Morning?" She asked hesitantly and I chuckled softly.
"No Spring, it's actually early evening. You've slept through most of the day, although I'm not surprised at that. You've worked me pretty hard over the past few days."
"Yes, and it was amazing~" She replied dreamily before coughing and looking away with a grimace, "Not that you're special or anything."
"Of course not Spring..."
We both fell silent, and awkward silence. You know, one of those silences when something needs to be said but neither party can actually bring themselves to say it? Yeah, it was one of those. I hate awkward sillences, especially ones like this. Despite this, she hasn't pulled away from me. If anything, she's pulled herself closer. It's not something I'm used to, I'll admit. Most times it's me being pushed away or some such similar thing. One of her hooves is stroking my chest now and she looks a bit shy.
"Arc..." She began quietly, making me prick up my ears and smile at her.
"Yes?"
"Look, I know this is... a bit unorthodox.." She said quietly. She wasn't hesitant about it, but she did seem a little nervous about what she was saying, or trying to, "And you didn't need to do what you did. I know you're not terribly comfortable with the whole sex thing like I am..."
I can feel my face heating up just at her mention of the word and I nodded uncomfortably as she paused. She giggled softly at that before continuing.
"I was taken a bit by surprise by this cycle, I didn't mean to be so... aggressive. I thought I could hold it off this time but... Obviously I was wrong."
She leaned up and planted a gentle kiss on my cheek, much to my stunned delight.
"Thanks."
I blushed heavily and stumbled a little and coughed.
"It was my pleasure..."
My eyes went wide and she started giggling as I realised what I'd just said.
"I mean, Glad to help? I mean... fuck..."
She laughed happily and put a hoof over my mouth to silence me.
"Shhhh, I know what you mean. And you were a very good boy."
I flushed hotly and coughed uncomfortably, finding some way to broach the subject I wanted to talk about. Heck with it, I'm just going to go for it.
"Spring... There's something I want to talk to you about, but I need you to promise me something."
She raised a brow at me, drawing her wing back to her side.
"I'm listening."
Here goes nothing.
"Alright, promise you won't hurt me?"
She narrowed her eyes at me and sighed, in too good a mood to argue I guess.
"Sure, I promise. Now what is it?"
"It's about us..."
Oh boy, this is going to be difficult.
"I know that this was sort of a desperation thing," I hurried on to stop her from responding before I could lose my nerve, "But I wanted to talk about our uh... relationship? Yes, our relationship. Uh, I'm not sure if this means anything at all to you. I do know that you needed this, I'm not going to deny that..."
Her eyes narrowed further and I felt the cold stab of fear bolt down my spine. She did not look happy now. This is so not good.
"I mean... Shit, I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?"
"I don't know yet," She replied coldly, "Please, continue though."
Fuck, not a good sign.
"Alright," I answered nervously, "I'll just skip to it then. I know for a fact I don't need to tell you how I feel about you, you've known for a long time, like everypony else in the guard corps. There's no point in denying it, and I never denied it at any time."
She nodded silently, almost coldly.
"I was just... I wanted to know if this changed anything. I mean, When I was taken away from Canterlot, you followed me, found me and listened to my story, and you believed me over the Captain. Then when I proposed my plan, which could have gotten you killed as well as me, you went along with it without question. Then after all that, and leaving you at Canterlot, you followed me again. I'm not certain if you have some sort of feelings for me, or if you're just really stubborn and want something from me that I don't know about, but it doesn't make much sense to me."
Dammit, now I'm off on a tangent. She seems to be listening though, so it's not all bad.
"And then, even though you knew staying with me means being treated as a traitor as well, you've stayed. Now we've... shared the same bed... for four days and... I was just... wondering... if that changed anything... about.. between us."
Her brow had raised at the mention of 'us', and a stab of fear hit me. The whole tent had gone silent again, and Spring looked deep in thought, which was certainly new for her. No offense, she's just more the 'act first, ask questions later' sort of mare if you know what I'm saying. With a sigh, she pulled away from me and I felt my heart plummet. She sat up laboriously, groaning from her aching muscles. I know she has them because dammit, I have them too. Hurriedly, I sit up to. Now both sitting upright on the bed, her with her back to me, and me probably with a stupid, goofy expression on my face, we sit in silence before what felt like an eternity later, she spoke.
"I don't know why I chased you down," She said quietly, "I don't know why I disobeyed Shining Armour. I wanted to punish you for leaving me back at Canterlot, abandoning me so to speak. I knew that my cycle was coming sometime soon, but I thought I still had a month or two, more than enough time to get to the Glades and back. The excitement must have thrown off my biological clock and set it off early. I trust you at least took precautions against any unwanted additions to our group of you and I?"
It took me a moment to realise what she meant, and I nodded stupidly.
"Yes, of course. It might have been difficult to think with you being so eager, but I'm not dim."
"Good," She answered. She sighed once more.
"The last time I had a stallion to call my own, he abused me and used me for fun. Lucere was a prick, and maybe that's what attracted me to him. He was arrogant, selfish and he was sexy as hell. Not to mention every mare from Canterlot Castle to the commons wanted him. Much like all the stallions seem to want me."
That made sense. I guess it's the nature of our kind to want to obtain the unobtainable.
"He used me for my body and as a scapegoat when things went wrong. Eventually, you saw what I did. And I continued to complain about him until he requested a transfer. It got him out of my mane, and that's all I cared about. After that, I guess I got sick of everypony hounding me, so I started to push them away. You were always there of course, and no amount of pushing would get you to leave me alone. You stuck by me. I wasn't sure if I appreciated that or hated you for it."
"Then I started to calm down, but I never considered anypony nearby for a partner. My mate... I wasn't sure."
I felt my heart drop. I'd been used. She hadn't meant to, but she'd used me. Great.
And then she turned around and sort of crawled across the bed to me, nuzzling up under my chin and my heart leapt to my throat.
"But I did mean what I said in the common room that time. You had twice the chances of the others, and you are kinda cute."
Her words stunned me and I looked at her hopefully, making her giggle at me.
"I suppose I could give it a shot. We're stuck with each other for a while anyway, may as well give you a chance hmm?"
I nodded eagerly.
"I won't let you down Spring," I said elatedly, "You'll see! I promise!"
She smirked and to my complete surprise, kissed me dead on the lips. I swear I almost had a heart attack right then and there. When she pulled away, she licked her lips, eyelids half closed and spoke softly.
"Show me~"
No, I'm not going to write any clop for these two or this story. As I said to one of the commentors, I tried it once and it wasn't my scene, so it's highly unlikely I'll do so again. Hope you're enjoying it!
~Valorousspectre~ |
Arc Angel | Warlock | I suppose that, being on the run, I should have expected to meet others. I suppose I did really. I mean, Applejack, Moondust. Both were unexpected, but I knew I'd meet ponies. I guess I expected guards, or something like that. At worst some sort of hunter looking for a bounty. But what I found when I exited the tent I was sharing with my new fillyfriend was the last thing I expected. I must say, I wasn't unpleasantly surprised, but I was surprised nonetheless.
I'd slipped out of bed, you know, so as not to disturb the angel within it, and had decided I wanted to make her breakfast. So, after I'd collected the necessary foodstuffs from the saddlebags (Located conveniently next to the bed), naturally my first action was to exit the tent. Outside, sitting by the ashes of the fire, sat a familiar face I never thought I'd see out here. Haunted look and all, Shade Touch sat staring into the ashes, as thought they'd hold the answers to life itself. I didn't even get to speak. My shock at seeing him rendered me silent and then he spoke.
"Good Morning, Arc. Been a while."
"Shade?" I asked, bewildered, "What are you doing here? Why aren't you in Canterlot?"
Shade's horn, forgot to mention that he's a unicorn didn't I? Anyhow, His horn is long, thin and tapered. He looked up and his steel grey eyes bored into mine, chilling me. They were still as haunted as they ever were, never changing, but there was something else in them too. I couldn't place what it was, and it scared me.
"I never did tell you what I did for a living did I, Arc?"
I shook my head slowly. And he never did tell me either. I've never been told, and I still don't know. He sighed in answer. A long, haunted sigh. I know I use the word 'haunted' to describe him a lot, but really there's no other way to do so. His eyes closed for a long moment and I started to feel worried. When he opened them again, they were dark, angry and determined. There wasn't a speck of the Shade I'd gotten to know as my housemate, nor as my friend. We didn't speak much, but of all the others, I'd gotten on best with him. There was no recognition of a friend in those eyes, no pity, remorse, no nothing. His horn began to glow ominously and the field around us grew cold.
"Arc. By order of her Royal Highnesses Princesses Celestia and Luna and on the authority of Guard Captain Shining Armour, You are under arrest."
By Starswirl's saggy right armpit, is Shade Touch trying to arrests me!? Shade is one of the most peaceful, if not mysterious, ponies I've ever met! He hates violence, there's no way he's serious!
"Are you serious?" I asked incredulously, "You can't be serious, right?"
The glare he was giving me suggested otherwise. I couldn't help it, I started laughing.
"Shade, you know I'm a trained guard right?"
All he did was nod. I felt my confidence begin to falter at his unbudging, unfaltering glare.
"Shade, I don't want to hurt you."
He stood up slowly and took a menacing step forward. I held my ground. I might not be able to stand to a mare, but I will not back down, especially not from a friend.
"Then give yourself up, Arc," He said quietly, dangerously. His voice had an edge to it I'd never heard before. It was dangerous, deadly and icy cold, "It'll be so much better for me to bring you in unharmed, and better still alive. My pay will be docked if I'm forced to kill you."
Kill me!?
"Kill me!?" I exclaimed, "You? You hate violence! Look, we can talk about this, I don't want to hurt you Shade, but if I have to I will."
A manic, homicidal grin broke across his face like a wave of pure malice and his eyes glinted.
"I do so love it when they resist~"
It came so suddenly I didn't have time to react. A blast of raw force so powerful it knocked me off my hooves impacted against my chest, no doubt from Shade. I didn't know he even knew combat magic! But there's nopony else here, so it had to have been from him. With a startled shout, I reacted instantly, rolling as I hit the ground and springing back up. My ribs hurt, but it wasn't anything serious. I guess my hopes that he'd see reason is pretty much useless.
"Alright, if you can't see reason, I'm sorry."
Shade's grin hadn't changed the entire time, and now he merely licked his lips, the faded glow of his horn returning, and the glade dropping a few more degrees.
"No you're not~ Not yet~"
He sprang forward and I only just managed to dodge his physical assault before I realised it was just a diversion. He turned his head and blasted me again in mid air and I was sent hurtling backwards. My back hit a tree, the food I'd been carrying, even after the first blast, was sent flying away even further than I was. Hitting the ground hard, I barely had time to look up when he darted forth once more. This time, I wasn't running. Not a chance. I reached deep into myself, taking hold of my own magic even as he fired off a blast of his own, still galloping towards me. I threw up a shield without even a thought and the shot was deflected, or rather, reflected. It shot back at him and, for a moment, he blurred and the magical bolt passed right through him and missed the tent by inches!
Not allowing myself the luxury of surprise, I displaced the air directly in front of Shade. I wanted to knock him out maybe, but I certainly didn't want to kill him. I was quite surprised when he dodged to the side. He was still hit, but only by the fringes of the blast. He jerked to the side slightly and lunged, tapered horn first, at my chest.
I refuse to run. I won't turn away. I will not back down.
And then it came.
A surge of magical energy so powerful it physically hurt. I had to release it. With a cry of pain I focused the surge on my friend and prepared to launch something, anything, to stop him.
Which is precisely when his smile became even crazier.
"Gotcha!" He all but screamed and the magic he'd stored in his horn burst to life. A dark purple aura leaked out of his horn and shot out, whiplashing over to me and enveloping me. More pain than I'd ever experienced in my life flooded my senses and I screamed. The thread between us grew and, as I watched, the whites of his eyes blurred to green and his irisis burned a bloody red. A cloud of purple streamed from his eyes, matching each other unnerringly. How I noticed all this is beyond me. The thread of magic expanded again and I felt something being ripped from me. As I watched helplessly, a stream of magical energy was stolen from me. I could tell what it was because I could feel my magic ebbing away. It was the only logical explanation. I could feel myself weakening, and as I watched, he was surrounded by the glow, and he was showing no sign of letting up.
"W...What the hell are you.. doing.. to me..!?" I demanded weakly, inciting only a huff of laughter from him.
"I'm draining you of magical energy," He said simply, "You can feel it can't you? You can feel the life draining out of you, and flowing into me. I have to say Arc, I never thought you'd have such tasty magical power. I knew you had power, but I didn't know I'd enjoy it this much."
I'd have responded, if not for that being the precise moment when Nightspring smashed into him, shocking even me and I was facing the tent. I could barely watch I was so weakened as Nightspring leaped over in front of me, a snarl rolling out of her mouth, wings half outstretched as she came to my defense.
"You don't so much as touch him you half baked freak! The only one who beats him up is me!"
I wasn't sure whether to be honored, insulted or terrified.
For his part, Shade, whose smile had vanished when he was hit, grinned once more, his tongue running over his teeth.
"Nightspring~ The hunter. Traitorous as well are we? Bringing you in will get me a bonus, and now that your friend has given me his power, you really think you can defeat me?"
"Arc's never beaten me in his life. What makes you think you, even with his magic, which isn't terribly powerful remember, can beat me?"
Ouch. That hurt. I'm wounded.
"Because Arc can't stand to harm you. But I can, and I certainly will!"
And now he charged once more, his tapered horn leading, as though to skewer her. She barely flinched before her wings flared. in a split second decision, Shade jumped to intercept her on her implied flight. Spring smiled as she dived low, rolling as she did so, driving her hind legs into Shade's face. Shade grunted and stopped short, falling on top of Spring and right into her waiting hooves. She had him in a choke hold almost instantly and I couldn't help but feel proud of her.
That, is my fillyfriend.
Her hind legs were wrapped around his torso, pinning his forelegs in place, and her forehooves were around his neck tightly, strangling him.
"D'you give up yet bitch?" She asked angrily into his ear, "I might let you go in one piece if you do."
But of all the things I expected, Shade laughing was not one of them. It was strained and choked out, but it was a laugh nonetheless.
"Nice moves," He choked out breathlessly, "But you're forgetting something about me."
"Oh, and what's that?" She asked condescendingly. Shade grinned evilly as his horn started to glow.
"I'm a bloody unicorn!"
He vanished. Literally, just vanished! Instantly I knew he teleported, I just didn't know where. Teleportation isn't a lost art by any means as many seem to think. It's not restricted to the Princesses, trust me. There are very few who can actually do it, but it is possible. Shade must be more powerful, or at least more skilled than I thought. He reappeared directly behind Spring almost fifteen seconds later and, as hard as I tried, I couldn't warn her. My vocal chords refused to work, and my mouth only flapped uselessly. He'd taken much more than I'd thought. With a powerful strike that landed right on the joint of her left wing. She cried out in pain and her legs nearly buckled. Dammit, why didn't she bring Bella out with her?! I know she had the damn thing, why didn't she bring her to this fight!?
Arrogance I suppose.
They circled each other, both of them cautious, re-evaluating their opponent. In the time I've known Shade, I've learned he's patient, calculating and very bright. I've never won a chess game to him, and he grasps things much faster than I do.
Nightspring has no such patience.
With a fierce battle cry she charge at him head on, wings held tightly to her body. Her best weapon, flight, had been taken away from her, and without her scythe I'm afraid she's a second rate fighter. She's still good, but her skill goes down significantly. He merely grinned and sidestepped her assault, grabbing her mane as she went by and yanking it back viciously. I heard her scream in pain as she went down and his hoof found her neck. His horn, already glowing, began to crackle and that damning aura surrounded him again, flowing down him, over his hoof and around Spring. I wanted to cry out, to get him off her, anything, but I couldn't move. I fought vainly with my body, but it simply didn't have the energy left. I watched helplessly as he began to drain her energy.
"There's no bounty on your head~" He said, a quiet, sibilant whisper that I could only just hear, "So maybe I'll just kill you, drain you dry to add to my power. What do you think of that?"
I wanted to scream. To rush forward and kick the lights out of him but, again, I couldn't move. I was stuck on the ground, helplessly watching as the one I loved slowly died, forced to surrender her life energy, her magical power, to the enemy, the stallion I once called friend. Spring struggled weakly, trying to beat him off of her. His grin turned ever more maniacal, ear to ear if you know what I mean.
"Game. Over~" He taunted, pressing his hoof down harder on her throat, constricting her airways. I saw her, watched as she began to die...
Boom. Explosion.
An ear blowingly loud explosion blasted through the area and Shade was sent flying away, a grunt of pain as he hit the ground. In his place, moving Spring out of the combat zone with almost fatherly tenderness, was a stallion I didn't know. His tail was absurdly long, and seemed to move independently to his body, swaying against the breeze. He had a horn, but it looked like it'd been broken at some point, jagged and sharp. I barely got to see that much before he was gone again, and I heard Shade growl and vanish as well. I could see flashes of light and sounds of clashing, grunts of pain and I saw a tree trunk splinter into nothing like it wasn't even there before Shade tripped.
He faceplanted heavily on the ground, a really long tail around his hooves. As I watched, the tail (leading to the top of a tree) twined itself around Shade and started to squeeze, like it was a constrictor of some sort. I could almost feel his bone creaking and beginning to break.
Finally I found my voice as I forced myself to move.
"Stop!" I croaked out and, surprisingly, the tail froze. Shade was desperately trying to breathe before the tail seemed to loosen just a tad and he gasped for breath. With great difficulty, I managed to finally get to my hooves and stagger over to the growling Shade. I sat tiredly by his head and he glared at me, his eyes piercing straight through me.
"Shade," I forced out painfully, "I don't want to hurt you. But if you leave me no choice, I can't tell you what this pony will do to you. Please... just leave us in peace."
A burst of guttural, unintelligible language that I didn't recognize flowed from Shade's mouth. It was like he was chewing his words before violently spitting them out. Suddenly he stopped and violently shuddered. The glow around his horn, crackling and sparking, vanished all at once and his eyes returned to their steel grey and whites. He panted heavily, his brow matted with sweat before looking up at me seriously.
"I yield. I cannot best you all this day."
With a happy sigh I looked for the pony holding him. I didn't have to, since the tail uncurled itself from its quarry and darted back into the treeline. I could hear it as it moved before everything went silent. Shade got up slowly and cracked his neck. Aside from the sweat on his brow, you couldn't tell he was even remotely tired. For all I know, he isn't. With an absent flick, he dusted his shoulder free of dirt and sighed.
"I cannot guarantee I will not find you again Arc. But I have been bested, I will not persist for today. But I will hunt you, no matter where you go I will be there. It doesn't matter how fast you travel, I will travel faster."
He scowled angrily at me.
"I don't know if you did what they say, but that's really none of my business. I just bring you in. Keep running Arc, and I will be there. Return, and You won't have to worry about me. You have been warned."
Before I could answer, he faded into the air, vanishing from view.
"Wait!" I cried out, but he was gone.
Dammit, I want that spell.
The first thing I did was rush to Spring and regretted it instantly, swaying on my hooves as I got to her and almost toppling. She looked up at me from her back and smiled weakly.
"Sure showed him didn't we?" She asked breathlessly and I huffed softly with laughter.
"Yeah, sure did."
"You're lucky I came by when I did."
I froze at the new voice. It was more than a little cocky and spoke volumes of arrogance and self confidence. It was the voice of a young stallion fresh from school who thought he knew everything, ready to take on the world, young and foolish. I turned slowly, more to stop myself throwing up in dizzying waves than anything else, and beheld our saviour.
"The name's Warlock, and you two owe me big." |
Arc Angel | Author's Note | Just figured it'd be best to add this in whilst I think of it and update it as I go along. This is a list pertaining as to what I've borrowed from others. Please note that all characters, places or concepts are either used with permission or made up myself.
One: To Basalisk120, who thought up the Arcaeni, The Godsreach mountains and collaborated with me to create the gods that will appear later in the series, consider yourselves warned as well as the old seer at the top of the tower, all used with permission.
Two: To Sparky, for the use of Frankie, Moondust and her entire family including the town she resides in, Spurs Hollow.
Three: My Friend Jay for the use of his character (Later chapters) Zubari. He's tried his hand at writing and was pretty good if you'll do me a favor of reading this http://pastebin.com/XaKGsgdk . Feel free to message comments about it and I'll pass it on to him, I know he'll appreciate it.
For the moment, that's all that the list pertains to, all other aspects, areas, concepts and species were created by me, all similarities to other aspects, areas, concepts and species are completely coincidental. I do not own nor do I pretend to own 'My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic', all rights go to Hasbro on that score.
This list will be updated as the story continues. |
Arc Angel | Enigma of the Unicorn race | The stallion was standing tall, head held high with an arrogant grin plastered on it. His mane was cut short and spunky, spiking up on his head and down his neck. His eyes were a deep blue and sparkled with cocky confidence. His coat was a bright yellow, and the hair making up his tail and mane was a rusty orange. Come to think of it...
It was then I noticed his tail. His mane, as I said before, was short cut and spunky. But his tail defied all sorts of laws. The damn thing was beyond long. Not just that, the damn thing was floating. Three or four feet above the ground, the tail was floating, swaying on an imaginary breeze. The corner of my eye spotted movement and I turned my head to face it only to see more tail, curling itself up. I watched in amazement as the tail, having curled the entire way around us, rolled itself up tightly. Almost a full two minutes later, the stallion had a big ball of hair where his tail should have been. I suppose it is his tail, but even so. I blinked stupidly at it and Spring huffed.
"Huh..." She said weakly, catching my attention and his, "I think your tail is a little too long for a stallion... don't you?"
The stallion glared at Nightspring. He looked more than a little insulted at the idea of that.
"Hey, I just saved your flank from getting sucked dry and this is the thanks I get? Jeez, maybe I should have just left you to his mercy."
Even in her severely weakened state, Nightspring found the strength to bristle with indignation and actually stood up. I envy her strength, always had.
"I had everything under control!" She said, her voice already getting stronger, "It's not like I needed your help!"
Just before he could answer, I jumped in.
"I did. Hey, look, uh, Warlock was it? Thanks for the assist. You're right, we owe you."
He seemed to calm down a little at this, although Spring glared at me like I was crazy.
"Huh, at least your damn coltfriend has sense."
He looked at me, one of his ears flicking.
"I don't know what you did stringbean, but you must have really fucked up bad for 'em to send him after you. That guy's a nutcase, he's chased me a few times."
That grabbed my attention. If this guy knows Shade, and he'd been chased by him before, then obviously he's no random citizen. Just the fact they'd sent him after me made me wonder what the guy'd done. If they sent Shade after me for supposedly poisoning a princess, killing two guards and theft, I can only imagine what he's done. Come to think of it, I'm not certain I want to know what he did to get Shade on his back.
"Shade's an old friend," I replied cautiously, much to the brow raising surprise of Warlock, "I thought I knew him. Evidently I was wrong."
Warlock laughed, a barking, harsh laugh and shook his head.
"Doubtful. Shade did you call him? He's got an interesting little talent that changes his mentality and everything about him. He calls this little talent 'Karma', because he uses it to punish those he's sent after. Since Celestia herself has to authorize his missions, Only those 'guilty' get taken out, thus 'Karma'."
He looked very proud of himself, and I felt a stab of annoyance at the stallion's cocky attitude.
"If you don't mind my asking, how do you know this?"
He smirked at me and I felt the same annoyance from before.
"Oh, I got him to tell almost a year ago. He really was quite indifferent about my knowledge of his work."
Yeah, that sounds like Shade. Indifferent. He didn't tell us what he did because we didn't need to know, but to somepony already being hunted, it wouldn't matter either way so long as they don't know his name so they can't use anything against him. Not that I plan to do so either way. This guy is really pissing me off though. He's arrogant, cocky and really, really irritating and I've only just met him.
"Yeah, he thinks he's so tough, but in all the times I've clashed with him he's never beaten me. No sir, not now, not ever."
Oh for the love of Celestia, somepony shut him up.
"Hey shutup will you jabbermouth?" came the voice of Nightspring from my hooves, "You're giving me a headache."
Well, this is going swimmingly. Warlock growled, an angry frown on his face.
"Hey! How about you shut your mouth huh? If it weren't for me you'd be fuckin' dead! You should be thankful that you can hear my voice at all you little bitch!"
"Bitch!? Who are you callin' bitch you dumbass!? You're a goddamn idiot with a face only a blind mother could love!"
"Uh, excuse me-"
"Hey! Don't you talk about my mother that way you inbred hag!"
Nightspring feigned shocked surprise and looked at me with an exaggerated incredulous look.
"It speaks! Look Arc! A talking lemon!"
His growl turned into a snarl and he barked back harshly, eyes beginning to literally spark, which I found strange because eyes shouldn't spark. At all. Ever.
"Shut your fat mouth! You aren't even fit to lick the ground I walk on!"
"Look, guys-"
"Lick the ground you walk on? Please, the beetles that feast upon carrion are more fit for worship than you!"
"WILL YOU BOTH SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!?"
The entire area went silent and I surprised even myself when I yelled. I knew I was getting frustrated but...
"You suck," Came the petulant reply to Nightspring from Warlock and I glared at Spring as she went to reply. She bit it back angrily and sat down.
"Warlock," I said testily and he looked at me with a self confident smirk on his face, "Wipe that stupid fucking grin off your face and get your flank over here."
He looked offended and went to reply hotly only for me to cut him off.
"NOW!"
He almost automatically started forward, the big ball that made up his tail comically following behind him. Upon reaching us he glared at Nightspring, who glared right back, and sat down. scowling at the ground. I sighed in frustration. This was going to be a long day.
"Warlock. You saved our asses today, whether Spring likes to admit it or not. For that yes, we thank you and recognize that we owe you."
"Damn straight," Came the arrogant reply, almost making me slap him upside the head right there and then. I turned to Nightspring, who was looking at me as though I'd just betrayed her.
"You need to tone down the pride Spring," I said quietly to her, trying to calm her down. Rather hesitantly, I reached forward to caress her cheek and, weirdly, she didn't object, leaning into it even, "It could get us into more trouble."
She sighed and nodded. Relief washed over me in a wave. Nightspring might be impatient and proud, but she's not stupid and she never will be. However, I wasn't sure whether to be assured or afeared when she stepped up to me, leaned her head on my shoulder and whispered "We'll talk about this later," Into my ear. With a shiver, I turned my attention back to Warlock, who was making a gagging face at Spring's show of affection. I felt a wave of anger burst over me and forced it down, instead letting my words come out cold.
"Warlock."
He looked at me with a smirk on his face.
"Wipe that stupid look of your face. We need to talk." ~*~
"Right. Now whether we like to admit it or not, you saved our skins today Warlock, so firstly thanks. But before you start smiling like an idiot, there's a few other things I need to point out."
Warlock's smile faded and he looked at me like I was an idiot. Goddesses, this stallion is going to piss me off.
"One. Spring and I did nothing wrong. We're not criminals, we're guards."
He scoffed and I had to hold Spring back from giving him an ass whooping.
"Two, you are a criminal, thus it's our job normally to bring you in to face justice."
His face darkened and I could feel power crackling through the air. Spring was unaffected, although that's to be expected. Unicorns feel magical energies much more keenly than pegasi or Earth ponies.
"However, given the circumstances, it's probably not the best idea. You helped us, we'll help you. Besides. You took down Shade, I don't think we could do much against you in a fight in our present conditions."
Beside me, Spring snorted derisively.
"Speak for yourself..." She muttered under her breath. Luckily, Warlock didn't hear her, so a fight didn't break out there and then.
"We won't try to arrest you or anything, and you'll let us go as well. That way we're all good and happy, and you don't end up in jail. Is this a happy compromise to you?"
Warlock rolled his eyes. I swear, if this smug prick does one more thing...
"Yeah, whatevs," He snorted back arrogantly, "It's not like you two weaklings could even touch me anyway."
I actually had to physically restrain Nightspring after this comment, with Warlock laughing in her face all the while. Insults went flying concerning parentage, legitimacy and the idea that Warlock was the result of a union between a lemon and a pony and the lemon had come out lucky.
Yeah, great talk. ~*~
Surprisingly, the next month and a half were virtually trouble free. I'd have forgotten I was on the run if not for the goal I had set firmly within my head. We, the three of us, were headed to the only place that could give us the cure.
The Kirin homeland of the Somerset Glades.
During our time, Warlock and Nightspring spent most of their free time bickering. I was forced to ignore it. Twice I fell ill, affected by some kind of sickness that was quite resilient, and both times Warlock complained whilst Nightspring took care of me. I'm shocked... I didn't know she cared, although when I asked later she merely blushed and told me that I was her ticket back to her normal life.
Figures.
Warlock, on the other hoof, was much more interesting. Of all the unicorns I've ever met, he was the most curious. I asked him about his abilities, and he couldn't really explain them.
"I've done it as long as I can remember," He'd reply, then he'd rub at the jagged stump that was his horn, "Since my horn shattered, I guess my body took up the slack."
So I came up with a curious theory, and this will rewrite everything we know about unicorn's magic. It might even grant me an award or something when I get home. Warlock's horn was shattered. Now, for a long time, it's been assumed that a unicorn's horn is the focal point for their magic, and this much is true. A unicorn uses his or her horn to enact magical action upon their surroundings. But what if a unicorn lost their horn? What would happen?
Well, previous observations appeared to show demoralisation, frequent migraines and bleeding at the horn stump when magic was attempted. Warlock seems to be the complete antithesis of this. His magic has found a new focal point, a new outlet. He can stream and channel his magic through his entire body. This is entirely theoretical of course. I have observed him going through strict exercises during the night. He doesn't seem to sleep. He told me he doesn't have to. Apparently, his body's adaptations have altered his biological clock or something. He literally doesn't sleep. He tells me he is physically incapable of sleep. In any case, he seems to stream his magic through his form to affect the world around him. I have seen him change the colour of the grass at will when he's bored. His tail seems to have a constant flow of magic through it, and he uses it as a fifth appendage, more often as a claw or talon than anything else.
Damn, I wish I was able to write a thesis right now.
In any case, it would be almost forty-five days until we ran into anypony else. Or rather, anyone else. |
Arc Angel | Surprise! | You know, I've heard a lot of ponies say that going on an adventure would be great. Just like a really long camping trip, I believe the best description was. I had thought about adventures my whole life. I thought getting into the guard would get me some adventures too. But now, as I lie beside the mare of my dreams, I'm wondering if any of it was worth it. I'm a wanted stallion now, for a crime I'm positive I didn't commit teamed up with the love of my life and a wanted criminal who admits his crimes but is possibly the strangest unicorn I've ever met!
On top of that, I've been sick, broken a leg and attacked by one of my best friends, all to get an antivenom to a princess I don't even really like.
Ugh.
In any case, it's been three weeks. Nothing has happened. My entertainment for all this time has been listening to the arguments of an arrogant unicorn and a hotheaded pegasus as they hurled insults at each other, or waiting for Nightspring to finally realise that Warlock had turned her mane a garish shade of pink or chartreuse or some similar absurd colour. Either that, or arguing with Nightspring or alternatively yelling at Warlock. Life is not all I thought it would be, and adventures suck. Anypony who says different can go suck on a rock.
We've been travelling steadily, headed for the Somerset Glades. We had to circumvent a mountain, which cost us a good week as we found our way around and, to my utter horror and Nightspring's disgust, we're now travelling very slowly through a swamp. The air stinks, the water is foul and purifying it with magic takes more effort than it's worth, although Warlock seems to have unlimited reserves of energy. He purifies water much more efficiently than I do. In possibly the nicest thing he's said to me the whole time I've known him, he told me one day:
"Don't feel bad about it. I grew up on this stuff, so it makes sense I'm better. You'll get there."
He's right of course, but it doesn't make the dirty looks Nightspring shoots me any better. She keeps complaining that her water is still too dirty, or that her mane is frizzing up, or her feathers are filthy. Warlock got sick of it once and picked her bodily up with his tail and carried her through the day, the fibres of his tail keeping her mouth shut and restraining her. I told him he'd have to teach me that trick. He laughed and told me that one day he might.
After you get through the arrogance, he's really not that bad.
The tent is our only real safehouse. The magical wards Warlock and I set up keep the creepy crawlies away, and the inside of the tent warm and dry, although that's more Twilight's innovation, not mine. We've been heading North-East, hopefully drawing closer, although it certainly doesn't feel that way. It feels like we're not moving forward at all.
I looked down at Nightspring as she moved, banishing these thoughts from my head. I smiled, gently stroking her mane. Even in her current 'frazzled' condition, her mane was smooth and shiny. I'm almost jealous.
Almost.
With a sigh, I decided it'd be best to get some sleep, burying my face in her mane gently.
I'd consider this tomorrow. ~*~
Twenty-one days, we'd spent a few days in the swamp. But by the thirtieth day, I was questioning my sense of direction, even if we're actually following Warlock, since he claimed he knew the way through the swamp. The Glade is meant to be in a southerly direction, and I'm sure we should have been out of the swamp by now. We're running out of supplies, and I don't trust even Warlock with finding food here. I swear, ninety percent of the possible foodstuffs here I've recognised as poisonous. I've given up the thought of actually not starving at some point in this adventure, and I've started to ration off the food. This has made Nightspring very cranky, and has made Warlock complain incessantly. He might not have to sleep, but by Luna does that stallion eat.
"Do you even know where in Equestria you're going?"
My concentration was broken as Nightspring snarled at Warlock, who was ahead.
"Because I'm fairly sure we've been in here for ages too long. What's the matter? Your tail not act as a compass?"
Warlock sighed from his vantage point ahead.
"Well, if you wanted to you could have flown through the treetops to get our bearings, but you don't even know what we're looking for, so who's useless now?"
She glared at me, and I gave her a look back. Leave me out of this. Her responding glare wasn't just a warning, it was a promise. She'd get over it.
"Useless? I didn't say that," She growled back at him, turning away from me, "But now that you mention it, You are kind of useless. I'll tell you what, when I want my mane recoloured, I'll let you know. Till then, why not actually do something helpful?"
Warlock's tail grew into two foreleg like shapes and shrugged. He didn't even bother to turn around, navigating over a fallen tree trunk.
"I'll keep that in mind Short Round, but at the moment I'm fairly certain you're the one being utterly useless. Why not go primp your mane somewhere else, like with the rest of your Canterlot hussies?"
That even hit me. Canterlot hussies? How insulting. I had to bite back my retort however, because it seemed Nightspring wasn't finished.
"Better than criminal scumbags like you!" She bit back, enraged, "Can't make it in the real world so you steal what everypony else has worked so hard to get!"
Warlock whirled around and stomped up to Nightspring, who looked smugly at him, as though she'd won the argument. I took a step back. If these two were going to get physical, I wanted nothing to do with it.
"I stole to survive," He spat. I've never seen him so honest to goodness angry. His entire form is sparking with energy, and I can feel power radiating off of him in almost suffocating waves of magic, "I stole food because without it I would starve. I stole money because without it I would die. I ate from the trash if I couldn't get food, and I drank the water from puddles and ponds so I wouldn't die of thirst."
Warlock's hoof pushed Nightspring back effortlessly, and even she seemed shocked when she stumbled back a step or three.
"Don't go lecturing me on working hard at life, because my life is all I've ever had. And now, I'm stuck with you two out of some stupid sense of moral obligation that I've never felt before. Why? Because I've never been stupid enough to let myself be taken in by this stupidity!"
He grabbed her mane and wrenched her forward. At this point, let it be known I tried to intervene. But that tail of his seems to have a mind of its own, and it hit me like a hammer, holding me still as he continued.
"I'm doing this for a pony who treated me like an equal. Better yet, thanked me and told me I saved his life. I'm doing this because I know the agony of being alone and helpless, and Whichever princess it is that's poisoned doesn't deserve to be."
He took a step back, now looking upon a stricken looking Nightspring in disgust.
"I'm doing this because I care about the Princesses, and I'm sick of walking around and being hunted wherever I go. I'm doing this for a good reason."
He leaned forward and spoke softly, darkly.
"What's your reason?"
He held there for a moment before, without really waiting for an answer, turned and stalked away, his tail letting me go. I could feel malevolent energies cascading off of him, chaotic and unfocused. Nothing harmful thank goodness. I looked back to Nightspring in time to see her face change into one of contempt, but she didn't call out anything to him. Instead she glared daggers at me and stomped away, following his lead once more.
I just might have made a big mistake. ~*~
It's been so long since we've had a decent meal. Jeez, I'm thankful that Warlock is so skilled in purifying water and Nightspring's incessant complaints are getting on my nerves. It's been forty days, and we're still not through the place. Warlock's attitude and ego had dwindled rapidly as the days went by, and he frequently was quiet now, not speaking or even bothering to acknowledge our presence. Nightspring keeps insulting him, and she almost hit him before I stopped her. Since then, she's been picking relentlessly on me. Intervention's been on Warlock's mind, but I warn him away with a glance. When she's off on a tirade, she won't stop till she's spent.
They're getting worse though, and she's blaming me for everything. Perhaps she's right, it is my fault that I'm in this mess, but I gave her the option and the opportunity to stay away, to keep her nose clean, and she didn't take it. When I remind her of this, she gets even worse, so I've stopped mentioning it entirely. I've rationed us down to nearly nothing. We found a few roots earlier, so I volunteered to try them. They were sweet, and had a red center. If I haven't keeled over and died by the end of the day, we'll pick more and eat them. Warlock and I are growing increasingly concerned. Not for the lack of food, but because we're sure we're being watched.
The survival knife went missing two days back, and I haven't seen hide nor hair of it. I'm not getting any sleep. If I can't clear my name now, my deal with Warlock goes out the window, and Nightspring won't keep my bargain. Warlock is a criminal, she'll turn him in, if he doesn't kill her first.
This is getting bad.
Warlock and I have started talking at night, when I can't sleep. He's our guardian at night, and appreciates the company. I brought up my worries and confessed my concerns, and he agreed. But to my surprise, he told me not to worry about him.
"I've survived on my own before, I can do so again."
It didn't make me feel any better and he merely laughed at me. We're not friends just yet, but I think we're working towards it. ~*~
It was late afternoon when they struck. I should have seen it coming. Warlock cursed from his place up front and, to my shock, his tail shot from its normal place at his rump and encircled Nightspring and I. She cried in alarm, something accusatory no doubt, but I didn't hear it. I was too busy yelping myself as a dart no thicker than a strand of hair pierced the wall of hair and stuck, halfway through, dripping with some sort of liquid. I could hear fighting outside my cocoon of safety, no doubt as Warlock fought our assailants. The wall on the side I was pressing myself to, opposite of the dart, suddenly concaved and I was thrown forward and I was scratched by the barb. The effect was instantaneous. I felt woozy, dizzy and nauseous.
Almost the same description of Sea Sickness, but this was no sea sickness. The world around me tilted, but I closed my eyes and swallowed, trying to breathe shallowly and slow my heartbeat. It wasn't working well. My heart rate increased instead, spreading the tiny bit of poison in me instead and my head throbbed. The last thing I remember before I lost consciousness was hitting the floor and the walls around me shuddering as they sagged and collapsed, revealing a silhouette of... something...
Blackout. |
A Return to Home | pre | It wasn't the hardest thing in the world, and at the very least he proved to bring the perfect distraction from the everyday work. Better yet, he chose the perfect hill for the picnic.
"See? It wasn't so bad, right?" Spike said while smiling. "The weather's nice, the food's good, and everyone's happy!"
Twilight looked over Ponyville. "I have a lot of memories with this very hill."
"We had a lot of good times here." Rainbow Dash joined in. "Hey Spike, thanks for having us here, especially AJ." She snickered. "She would've worked herself to death if it weren't for you."
Applejack shot her a glare. "You know ah ain't no workaholic, Dashy."
"Yeah, that title goes to Twilight." Spike said with a straight face.
"Hey! I take some offense to that!" Twilight said in mock shock.
Spike continued with the straight face. "You're right, you have an OCD problem more then a workaholic problem."
Twilight's eyes narrowed. "Okay, now I'm offended."
Spike smiled sheepishly. "Too much?"
Pinkie Pie giggled as she bounced on her tail. "Do me! Do me!"
Spike went back to his straight face. "I will not be doing you, Pinkie, I have a marefriend."
Pinkie Pie froze while blushing, while Rainbow Dash and Applejack laughed at how easily Pinkie walked into the joke. Even Twilight found it hard to stifel a laugh.
"Uh... girls?"
"Wow, you really walked into that one, Pinkie!"
"Girls."
"I know! Even I found it funny, and I was at the butt of the jo-!"
"girls!"
Everyone looked at Fluttershy due to the sudden outburst.
Spike was slightly annoyed. "Hey, I'm not a - oh my Celestia, what happened to Ponyville!?"
Everyone looked on in horror as Ponyville seemed to be in chaos, smoke billowing from buildings.
"How does that happen? And why so fast?" Rainbow Dash asked.
"Doesn't matter how it happened." Twilight said. "All that matters is us making sure everypony is alright."
"Beg yer pardon, but where's Spike at?" Applejack asked.
A good look around the picnic site showed no signs of said dragon. However, a look back to Ponyville showed Twilight that Spike was already halfway there.
"WWOOOAAAH!! WE'RE LIVING ON A PRAYER!"
"Kiran! Stop screaming! I don't even know what you're referencing!"
"He has the right idea, girls. Let's go!" Twilight said, with confidence.
Strange, green, bipedal beast could be seen rummaging through Ponyville, practically punching anything in their way. Be it market carts, houses, or other ponies, nothing stood in their way.
The mayor at narrowly dodged said punches as she made her way to the library. The moment she made it, she began to hit the door with all she could muster.
A growl caused her to turn around, and she looked up in horror as the large beast stood tall above. The beast reared its fist to attack, causing the mayor to flinch.
She didn't expect to be teleported inside the library.
"Huh... Wha-?" She looked around in confusion until she made eye contact with Silver Spoon.
"You're lucky she pulled you in here in time." Silver Spoon gave a concerned look.
"Twilight?" The mayor asked.
"Nope. Sweetie Belle."
The mayor looked towards said pony, as well as Scootaloo and Applebloom, and then back to Silver Spoon.
"Where's Twilight? What are these things?" The mayor frantically asked.
"I don't know the question to either of those questions." Silver Spoon bluntly stated. "We are just as scared as-"
*CRASH*
All present mares gasped in shock as Spike practically flew through the window. Said dragon then stuck the landing in the middle of the room, his fist clenched and on the floor as he knelt. He then stood to his full height, a serious look plastered on his face.
"No need to fear, for I am here."
While the CMC gave blank stares, the mayor gave a confused look, while Silver Spoon face-hoofed.
Spike huffed. "Yeesh, tough crowd."
"Now's not the time to play hero, Spikey." Silver Spoon said matter-of-factly. "Where's Twilight and the other girls?"
"Didn't wait for them, but they are on their way here." Spike answered as he approached the door.
"Spike, I thought I said that you can't play hero." Silver Spoon gave a stern look.
Spike looked back at her. "I'm not playing hero, Silvy. I answering to my blood."
"Dragon or not, you won't be able to take them on." Silver Spoon retorted.
"I'm not denying my draconic instincts, Silvy. Doing so would only drive me mad."
Silence filled the room, until Silver Spoon spoke again.
"I'm going with you."
"What?"
"You heard me." Silver Spoon stated. "Someone needs to keep an eye on you, so why not that someone be the one who wants to marry you?"
"WHAT?!"
"Let's go already!"
The two bolted out the door, leaving the mayor and the CMC behind.
A Reunion at Last.
Objective: defend
Player Phase
(Now playing:FE Fates: Glory\Ruin)
Spike charged straight forward towards one of these green beasts, and with a flaming fist punched it in the face. Before the beast could react, Spike was able to throw another punch, knocking the beast out cold.
With newfound strength, spike charged at another of these green beasts, when light flashed in his eyes.
"Feel the dragons wrath!!"
A flurry of flaming punches followed, with Spike ending it with a mean uppercut that was heard throughout the town. The beast was done before it had a chance.
Spike laughed as a red aura encircled him. "I'm ready! How 'bout you?!"
Enemy Phase.
The green beasts didn't like the fact that this puny dragon was able to take out two of their own so easily, so they instead made the attempt to bum rush him from all angles. The little pony next to him could be dealt with later.
Unfortunately, this dragon wasn't going down easily, since the three green beasts that managed to reach him punched air and were rewarded with fire sandwiches for their attempt. These sandwiches were the last things they would ever enjoyed, because it killed them.
Player Phase.
Spike huffed as he looked on over Ponyville.
The green beasts still roamed, wrecking havoc anywhere they went. He looked own at the ones he took down, and saw the blood that dripped from their masks.
"S-spike? Y-you..." Silver Spoon nervously said, unsure of how to react.
Spike looked up at another beast with newfound bloodlust in his eyes. He charged at it and made a magnificent leap, and landed on the beast. The beast was too confused and enraged to do anything, allowing Spike, with all the strength he had, to cave in through the mask and into the skull with one swift hit. The beast fell in a bloody mess, with the red aura around Spike dissipating.
Spike the came to a realization. "These things... they're golems."
Silver Spoon gasped. "How did you know?"
"Magic." Spike bluntly stated. "The magic flowing through them isn't that of a living being, at least not in the traditional sense."
"You think Twilight might know?" Silver Spoon asked, to which she received a shrug.
Spike looked forward as his eyes widened. "Well then, speak of the devil."
"Spike!! Silver Spoon!!"
Twilight flew over to the dragon-pony duo with as much speed she could muster. Upon landing near them, she turned around to blast a magical beam towards another of the green beasts, ending it there.
"Before you ask," Twilight began. "I did a lot of defending myself while I was on those searches, so I know my way around when it comes to combat."
Spike raised his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, never said otherwise." He looked around before speaking. "Where are the other girls?"
"Making sure everyone else is safe." Twilight said as she walked to his side. "Let's say we handle this together, yeah?"
Spike smiled. "Don't need a book to explain to me why."
The both of them assumed a combat stance, ready to take on the rest of these beasts.
(Outskirts of Ponyville.)
"Come on!! Faster!"
"Not all of us are part dragon, Corrin!"
"Or part horse!"
"I take offense to that, darling!!"
"But why is it a burning village!? Why can't it not be a burning village for once!?!"
"Be happy this isn't a war time battlefield right now!"
"I'd much prefer fight Vallites over the Bottomless Canyon then fight any Faceless, anywhere!!"
(Also known as a transition to skip time back in Ponyville, since writing fight scenes are a chore, and become meaningless if dragged out too long.)
(Ponyville)
"*Huff* this is.... this is harder then I thought." Twilight said between breaths.
"I'm burnt out... I'm not sure how long I can go." Spike said as his arm hung over Silver Spoon for support.
"Please don't give up." Silver Spoon said with a sad look. "No one else here can fight like you two."
"There's just... so... many..." Spike was straining to stay upright.
Twilight's eyes seemed to wander. "The girls... they can't keep up either."
True to her word, her friends seemed to be backed in a corner. Fluttershy was crying uncontrollably, Pinkie Pie's usually puffy hair was now as straight as a board, and both Rainbow Dash and Applejack seemed to have little fight left in them.
Either they didn't want to kill the beasts, or genuinely didn't possess the strength to do so was irrelevant, since it would be their undoing.
So imagine everyone's surprise when a battle cry came from seemingly nowhere.
An explosion of flame engulfed a mass of the green beasts, incinerating them. When the fire cleared, they saw a smaller bipedal creature. One that was blonde, wore armor and brandished a sword.
"Magical Ponies of the magical land of Equestria! Us humans, beings of darkness, have come to save you, and to KICK SOME FACELESS ASS!!!!"
(Now playing:Conquest (Ablaze), FE Awakening.)
A human female with ivory seemed to have flown into the air, dragon wings flared out and a sword held high above her head. She suddenly barreled towards the ground, and landed on a faceless with earth shattering force, killing it and sending the other faceless flying.
Before they touched the ground, a blinding light passed through them, and they landed dead. A younger human female with red hair landed near them, seemingly out of nowhere, curved sword sheathed. (In other words, anime moment.)
A faceless was rushing its way towards Fluttershy, who only looked at it in horror. Her friends had no energy to fight, and could only watch what seemed to be inevitable.
That is, until an arrow pierced its neck, causing the faceless to drop like a rag-doll.
A bewildered Rainbow Dash looked to where the arrow came from, an saw another human female, whose red hair was tied in twin tails, and had a cocky grin plastered on her face as she knocked another arrow.
Twilight couldn't believe what she was seeing. she was so bewildered that she didn't notice a faceless charging at her until it was too late.
Before she could do anything short of screaming, a human male with light grey hair thrusted his lance into the faceless's arm, causing the beast to growl in pain. Before the beast could retaliate, the lance had already been retracted, and the human thrusted it at the beasts head, breaking through the mask and piercing its skull. The beast dropped like dead weight.
Another human female appeared next to them, with hair familiar to them. The human flourished her sword, which was cracking with lightning, and thrusted it in the air. Lightning shot from the blade and into a cloud, and came back down on a faceless, which convulsed and spazzed out until it went limp.
"Normally, I'd feel bad for doing that to someone." The human spoke in an all too familiar voice.
"But...?" The grey haired human asked.
"They're not actual 'living' creatures, not to mention their current track record." The human girl answered.
Before Twilight could say anything, she saw three more faceless charging at a single human male, one with dark blue hair and a sword that put Spike on edge.
"What's he doing just standing there!?" Twilight frantically screamed.
Both humans merely smile, with the female one giving the answer.
"Showing off."
When the faceless got close enough, a light flashed in the humans eyes as it slashed forward with blade. The force of the impact seemed to have affected all three faceless, as each of them were staggered.
The human now had a strange blue light emanating from his right eye as he held his now glowing sword back behind him, magic encircling him and unseen wind billowing his cape.
"AETHER!!"
The human thrusted forward with such a speed he seemed to have phased through all three of the faceless, a strange blue glow encircling them as they collapsed.
The human had a bright yellow and green light encircle him as he twirled his blade and sheathed it, yet he wasn't smiling.
"Why am I feeling shy now?"
(Afternoon, Ponyville.)
"That. Was, AWESOME!!"
While everyone had some look of relief, Rainbow Dash had a look of excitement, and was barely able to contain it thanks to her exhaustion.
Twilight stepped up in front of her friends. "Yes, while it was quite the sight, I think it goes without saying that you have our gratitude."
Inigo took a bow. "No worries, princess. We were actually on the hunt for these creatures for quite some time."
"Are they common where you're from?" Twilight asked with worry.
Inigo shook his head. "Think of them as an experiment gone wrong."
Rarity had approached Inigo. "Milord, the faceless here don't seem to be the only ones. I suggest we stick around and see if anything comes up, if only to keep some form of peace."
Inigo nodded. "I'll send Severa and Owain to relay the message, Ricken needs to be told so that the portal can be held open."
Before Rarity could walk away, Twilight approached her. "You. Your voice sounds very familiar."
"Not to mention your hairdo." Rainbow Dash stated.
Rarity only sighed. "I guess I can't run from it now, huh?"
The pony girls (plus one dragon) looked confused. Before Twilight could question her, Rarity pulled out the beaststone from her pouch. Magic began to course through it and around her, until she was engulfed in light.
Every pony (and dragon) present was shocked to see the very same alabaster pony that went missing some years ago, albeit wearing a pony-fied version of the armor she wore in her human form.
"I'm back, girls." |
Luna Works at Freddy Fazbear's | pre | "WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE?!?!?" Freddy yelled, shaking Bonnie out of his thoughts.
Freddy was in the east doorway, and he looked angrier than ever. This wasn't going to end well.
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"WELL?????" Freddy asked the two animatronics in front of him.
The cameras were off for a while which prompted Freddy to check up on the guards. He was shocked, betrayed, and angry that the rabbit and chicken that he once called his friends were being chummy with the enemy.
"Chica and Bonnie came to visit us. Do you want to join?" the pony chirped from her swivel chair.
Freddy heard groaning and spotted the two guards on the ground. They managed to stand and spotted the animatronics before fainting. The larger pony rolled her eyes in annoyance before turning to Freddy and waited for his answer.
"Can I talk with you in private?" Bonnie asked.
Freddy's anger only grew. First he turned coward and now he betrayed him. He had no right to address him like that.
"No you may not!" Freddy narrowed his eyes at the rabbit.
"Freddy, I strongly suggest that you leave and have a talk with Bonnie." Chica said as she crossed her arms and glared at him.
"No, I will not! Have you seen the name in front of the building? It says 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.' Not 'Bonnie Bunny's Pizza' or 'Chica Chicken's Pizza.' I'm the boss here! You follow my orders; not vice versa!" Freddy was frothing at the mouth.
"Yeesh! This is worse than the Monopoly incident." Bonnie said while Chica face palmed.
"Foxy cheated and you two know it!"
"Freddy, please calm down. You're over reacting." Bonnie tried to sooth the angry bear.
"I AM NOT OVER REACTING!"
"Yes you are!" Chica shouted.
"Am not!"
"Are so!"
"Am not!"
"Are so!"
"Am not!"
"Are so!"
"Am not!"
"Are so!"
"SILENCE!"
The three animatronics turned to the blue pony that stopped the arguing. She was rubbing her temples and had an annoyed look on her face.
"We do not know what you are arguing about, but it ends here." She said in an equally annoyed tone.
"Who put you in charge?!?!" Freddy challenged.
How dare she try and tell him what to do. She should be cowering at his very presence, not looking at him like a tired mother looks at her disobedient child. She needed to learn her place.
"The manager of this establishment. Now we are going to give each of you a chance to plead your case. Do not interrupt when one is talking. Bonnie will go first, then Chica, and then Freddy."
"I refuse to acknowledge your authority!" Freddy wasn't going to let this abomination of nature outrank him.
"You are trying our patience, Freddy." The pony growled.
"Uh, Freddy, I think we should do what she says." Bonnie whispered.
"NO! I will not listen to a traitor like you!"
"That's it!" The pony shouted.
Freddy felt himself being lifted into the air. He was being carried to the broom closet by the horse's magic.
"If you won't listen, then a time out is in order!" She said firmly.
Freddy was thrown into the broom closet and heard the door slam and lock after him. He tried to bust the door down, but he found that it wouldn't budge. He yelled in frustration and slumped against the door. He would have his revenge tomorrow then. No distractions!
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Luna walked back into the office to confront the rabbit and chicken about Freddy. He was being unnecessarily stubborn about something, and she intended to find out what.
"Right then," she sat back in the chair, "explain what that was all about."
"Well, he's very angry right now." Bonnie rubbed the back of his neck.
"We caught that, but why is he angry?"
"Uh, well, most guards looked like endoskeletons, you see, and... uh..." Bonnie looked at Chica for help.
"And you didn't look like one per se. So you threw us off completely, and Freddy really hasn't been one for change." Chica finished.
So she didn't look like an endoskeleton. She figured that much, but that left her with another question.
"Why did you try to stuff us inside a suit if we didn't look like an endoskeleton?"
"Uh... well..." Chica said, as if trying to find an answer.
"Well, you threw us off. We were so used to dealing with endoskeletons that when you came along, we really didn't know what to do with you. It took us a while to finally realize that we didn't need to stuff you into a suit." Bonnie finished while Chica nodded violently.
"So we take it that Freddy is too stubborn to admit that we aren't an endoskeleton. Which is why he called you two traitors, correct?" The animatronics nodded in agreement.
So that's what was going on. Freddy was having a hard time coping with her not looking like an endoskeleton. He must really hate change if he was willing to go all out just to stuff her in a suit. Well, one more night was all he had to put up with from her. But she felt like he needed to have a good talk to get his feelings out.
"We wish to talk to Freddy."
The two robots looked at her as if she grew a second head.
"But he wants to stuff you in a suit. Are you sure that's a wise idea." Bonnie said.
"Yes, we have found that talking things out is a good way to relieve stress. It could really help him cope, so the next time an unusual guard shows up, he can deal with it."
"He's really angry right now. I don't think he'd be willing to talk." Chica said as she munched on a pop tart. Luna vaguely wondered where the pastry came from.
"Not tonight. He needs time to cool off. Tomorrow we will have a therapy session, and he can work out his issues."
The two animatronics showed amusement before forcing it away. Luna raised an eyebrow at them before Chica snorted. Chica's snort caused Bonnie to start chuckling.
"And what, pray tell, is so amusing?"
"J-Just the thought of F-Freddy in therapy!" Chica said now doubled over in laughter.
Luna imagined the giant bear animatronic laying on a red couch talking about his woes. Luna was reminded of the Element of Generosity, and how she was overly dramatic. Luna snorted at the idea of Freddy acting like Rarity. She lost it when she imagined Freddy with large eyelashes and a styled, purple mane calling everyone "dahling". Alright so it was a little funny.
The sound of the chimes alerted the three that six o'clock had arrived. Bonnie offered to let Freddy out of time out as Luna tried to wake her still unconscious guards. Some help they turned out to be. They acted like school girls surrounded by spiders. She sighed and decided to carry them back to the castle. She levitated them and exited the building.
She had a day full of reading ahead. She had to have some sort of idea about how psychology worked if she was going to help Freddy. The poor bear needed to learn that she was there to be his friend. And was not there to be stuffed inside an animatronic suit. She thought of consulting Twilight. If anypony would know anything about what books to read, it would be Twilight.
With that decision, she headed over to Ponyville. She could send her sister a letter to let her know that she was okay, but she needed Twilight's help if she was going to be ready for tomorrow night. |
Luna Works at Freddy Fazbear's | Night five | "... so as you can see, traumatic events in early life can cause problems in later life. That brings us to our next chapter where..." Twilight continued to drone on about psychology.
Luna sat at the desk Twilight set up for her, and tried to stay awake. She barged into Twilight's home right after she lowered the moon, and asked for her help on finding the books she needed. She didn't expect Twilight to go into lecture mode. It was putting Luna to sleep, and it didn't help that she was normally asleep during the day. She was so tired that she could just close her eyes and-
"PRINCESS LUNA!" Twilight yelled as she snapped a yardstick on Luna's desk.
"We're awake!" Luna said as she snapped to attention.
"Are you okay? I called your name fifteen times before you actually woke up."
"Sorry Twilight Sparkle. We're usually sleeping right now. We don't know how we're going to stay awake tonight." Luna finished with a large yawn.
"Have you tried coffee?"
"Coffee? What is this-"
"Luna!" Twilight snapped the yardstick on the desk once more.
"It wasn't us!" Luna said as she snapped awake.
"You don't know what coffee is?"
"Nay." Luna rubbed her eyes sleepily.
"Wait right here. I'll be right back." Twilight said as she walked into the kitchen.
"That's good Twilight Sparkle. That's-"
Luna didn't need to be startled out of her sleep this time. Instead she smelled something. This something smell was the very same smell that came from her sister's drink every morning. Luna never liked that smell, which is why she never asked her sister about it. Twilight entered the room with a mug filled with the dark, smelly liquid.
"This is coffee?" Luna questioned as she grabbed the mug with her magic.
"Yeah, is there a problem?"
"Indeed there is. This coffee is exactly what our sister drinks each morning. We never liked the smell."
"Coffee is an acquired taste, but you'll grow to like it, I'm sure." Twilight smiled while Luna looked at the mug skeptically.
"Just try it, princess."
Luna slumped her shoulders and sighed. She really needed a pick-me-up, but did she really need to drink this? The smell alone was making her nauseous.
"What if I put sugar and cream in your coffee? Will you try it then?" Twilight suggested.
Luna nodded and watched as Twilight went into the kitchen. She fought to stay awake, but with each passing second her eyelids got heavier. Twilight reappeared just as she was about to doze off, yet again.
Luna was surprised that the liquid was a different color. Instead of a black color, it was more of a tan color. The smell was different too. It smelled like French Vanilla mixed with a roasted scent. This was way more appetizing than before.
She took a sip, and froze. Her taste buds danced with the unfamiliar taste in her mouth, but it wasn't an unpleasant taste. It was a marvelous taste. It was quite possibly the best taste she ever tasted. Okay, not the best because cake was still good, but it was a close second. Without thinking, she started to guzzle the scalding hot liquid. Her mouth and throat burned, but she ignored it. She simply needed more.
"We would like more, please!" Luna asked more awake than she was only seconds ago.
"Uh, are you sure? It looks like one cup is enough, and it hasn't even gone through your system yet." Twilight asked.
"Are you disobeying your princess, Miss Sparkle?"
"No! I would never do such a thing!" the young unicorn looked nervous now.
"Then another cup! Cream and sugar!"
Twilight sighed in defeat and said, "Yes, your highness."
___some time later___
"Anothercup! Wedemandanothercup!" Luna was now wide eyed and hyper. She had already consumed eight cups of that wonderful beverage known as coffee, and she wanted more.
"But, princess, you don't really need another one." Moon Dancer said.
He and Night Breeze were asleep in the other room most of the day. They woke up when Luna crashed through the door and demanded that they try coffee, despite the fact that they already drank coffee.
"Don'tquestionyourprincessNightBreeze! Weknowwhatwe'redoing!" Luna said, grabbing the poor night guard.
"I'm Moon Dancer."
"Youalllookalike! Twilightwedemandanothercup!" Luna switched gears and grabbed Twilight.
"I really think you've had enough, princess."
"Nowehaven't! Anothercup!"
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you drink more coffee. You're already too hyper."
"Wearenotandifyouwon'tgetanothercupmyguardswill! NightDancerMoonBreezegetmemorecoffee!" Luna dropped Twilight and turned to her guards.
"Uh, Princess, are you sure you-"
"That'sadirectorderfromyoursuperior! Dowemakeourselvesclear?" Luna said as she stomped her front hooved to prove her point. She stomped so hard that the floor cracked.
"Yes, your highness." The guards sighed before sending an apologetic gaze at Twilight.
___some more time later___
"WE CAN SEE SOUNDS!" Luna was on her twentieth cup and was shaking like mad.
"Okay! Enough is enough! No more coffee for you!" Twilight said as she barricaded the kitchen.
"TIS ALRIGHT! WE DRANK ALL THE COFFEE YOU HAD!" Luna turned her dilated eyes to Twilight.
"You WHAT?"
"WE MUST BE LEAVING! TIS ALMOST TIME TO GO TO THE PIZZERIA!" Luna encased her guards in her magic and flew through the roof of the library, creating a hole.
Twilight looked around at the mess Luna made. Books were scattered everywhere. Luna was trying to find psychology books, but got angry at a shelf in the fiction section for not having the books she was looking for. She destroyed the entire section as punishment for "treason". Twilight looked sadly at her destroyed books.
"Spike, it's safe to come out now!" Twilight called.
Spike hid in the basement after Luna's twelfth cup. At that point she was throwing things around to see if they could fly, and Spike was afraid she would throw him too.
"Wow, this place is a mess." Spike said as he peaked around the door.
"I don't have to clean it all up, do I?" he asked and Twilight face hoofed.
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Freddy waited for midnight to roll by. He would accomplish his goal tonight if it killed him. The entire week was a mess, and it would only be rectified if he got the pony. He could have his revenge on the traitors later, but the pony had to go first. So nothing would stop him.
It finally turned midnight, and the next thing he knew, he was on the ground. Bonnie and Chica were holding him down. Freddy was shocked for a moment, but it melted away quickly when the rage kicked in. They, not only betrayed him, but now they wanted to destroy him too? And to think they were once his friends.
"What do you two think you're doing?" Freddy asked icily.
"Making sure you don't run away before the therapy session even starts." Chica answered smoothly.
"Therapy session? What are you nimrods talking about?"
"Hey, no name calling! And Luna decided to give you a therapy session tonight." Bonnie said as he sat on top of Freddy.
"So you're on her side now! I knew it!"
"Freddy, it's either this or get destroyed while trying to beat someone more powerful than you. Please use your common sense!" Bonnie pleaded.
"Say it's a little after midnight. Where's Luna?" Chica asked.
Right after she asked, a crash came from the back door and Luna zoomed into the room. She carried some nauseous looking guards and four cups of coffee. She was shaking violently and her pupils were big enough that her eyes almost looked completely black.
"WE HAVE ARRIVED WITH COFFEE!" she smiled a large crazed smile before chugging down a cup.
"Uh, Luna? Are you okay?" Chica asked.
"NEVER BETTER!" she looked at the bear being held down by the other two animatronics.
"FREDDY!" she pushed Bonnie and Chica off of him and got in his face.
"TELL US ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD!" she said loud enough that Freddy was sure that some damage was done to his ears.
"I, uh... what?" Freddy was thoroughly confused. He was confused about why she was so hyper.
He was confused about why she was drinking coffee when she didn't the other nights. But, he was mostly confused about how strong she was. A creature that small shouldn't be strong enough to hold him down like that, but she was doing so with ease. Freddy was starting to see what Bonnie was talking about.
"YOUR CHILDHOOD! YOU HAD A TRAUMATIC EXPERIENE WHEN YOU WERE YOUNGER WHICH IS WHY YOU'RE SO ANGRY NOW, CORRECT?" Luna seemed to get more and more hyper with each word she spoke.
"Ummm... yeah?" It took this mare to get hyper and hold him down to realize that he truly was beat. He just wanted the horse to be gone now. He could easily fake his way through before she had to leave. He couldn't believe how blind he was.
"EXCELLENT! COFFEE BREAK!" Luna chugged down another cup.
"TELL US OF YOUR CHILDHOOD NOW! WHO WERE YOUR PARENTS? WERE THEY NICE? DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? ARE THEY NICE? HAVE YOU EVER HAD COFFEE BEFORE? YOU MUST IF YOU HAVEN'T! IT'S NECTAR FROM HEAVEN ITSELF!" Luna took a huge gulp from the third cup to prove her point.
"Uh, ummm-"
"TRY SOME!"
Luna pried Freddy's jaw open and poured the hot beverage into his mouth. Freddy felt himself go into spasms as the liquid messed with his circuits. He spazzed out before things cleared up some. He really had to focus to move, but he wasn't completely broken now, so he was glad.
"GOOD RIGHT? TELL US IT'S GOOD?" Luna jumped around Freddy.
"Y-y-yeah, it's g-g-good." Freddy focused hard to speak, and even then it came out as a stutter. He needed a mechanic.
"EXCELLENT! NOW TELL US ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD!" Luna demanded once more. Freddy didn't have a childhood per se. None of them did. They were built and activated, nothing else. She was relentless, though, so he had to make something up.
"M-m-my father never a-a-appreciated anything I d-d-did. H-h-he liked my s-s-sister better than m-m-me." Freddy said the first thing that came to his mind.
"FAVORITISM! SUCH AN ACT SHAN'T GO UNPUNISHED! WHERE IS YOUR FATHER! WE MUST SPEAK WITH HIM!" Luna downed the last of her coffee.
"Freddy, what are you doing? We have no parents, and Luna knows that." Bonnie whispered to Freddy.
"T-t-then how come s-s-she asked a-a-about parents and s-s-siblings?" Freddy retorted.
"I think the coffee is messing with her mind." Chica pointed to Luna who was now jogging around the room.
"How many cups did she have anyways?" Bonnie asked as he watched Luna destroy a chair for causing her to trip.
"Let's just t-t-try to s-s-survive the n-n-night." Freddy forced himself up, which took a lot of effort.
"Freddy, are you actually making sense now?" Chica asked almost astonished.
"Yeah, what happened to 'I will not be beat by a horse!'"
"T-t-things changed w-w-when she managed t-t-to single h-h-handedly hold me d-d-down and d-d-damage me to t-t-the point where I h-h-have to f-f-focus hard to d-d-do the s-s-simplest of tasks." Freddy admitted.
"WAIT ONE SECOND!" Luna nocked Freddy back onto the ground, and she looked mad.
"YOU'RE A ROBOT! YOU DON'T HAVE PARENTS! WHY DID YOU LIE TO US?!?!?" Luna had her face inches away from his.
"U-u-um...." Freddy couldn't think of an answer.
"He was just trying to humor you. He didn't want to upset you by shattering the illusion." Bonnie said quickly.
"Many children cried when they found out that we didn't have parents." Chica backed him up smoothly.
"OH! IN THAT CASE WE APOLOGIZE FOR OUR MISTAKE!" Luna got off of Freddy and pulled him up.
Freddy didn't know which surprised him more; the fact that Bonnie and Chica were smooth liars, or that Luna bought it so easily. She really was naïve, and Freddy was just happy that she was.
"WE REMEMBER WHY YOU NEEDED A THERAPY SESSION NOW! YOU HAD TROUBLE ACCEPTING THE FACT THAT WE'RE NOT AN ENDOSKELETON! ARE WE CORRECT SO FAR?"
The animatronics said nothing, but they nodded their heads 'yes'.
"EXCELLENT, NOW WHY ARE YOU HAVING SUCH A HARD TIME ACCEPTING THIS?" Luna asked as she paced back and forth.
Freddy looked at Bonnie and Chica for help. It was apparent that they made up a story to keep him from the wrath of the pony princess, but he didn't know what the story was exactly. If he said the wrong thing she could easily see that all of them had lied to her. He shivered at the thought of what would happen next.
"He's a creature of routine. If anything is different he has a hard time accepting it." Chica vouched for him.
"IS THIS TRUE?!?!?" Luna turned to Freddy who only nodded.
"A WEEK HAS GONE BY, ARE YOU FEELING BETTER ABOUT A DIFFERENT SECURITY GUARD NOW?" Freddy continued to nod.
"THE PROBLEM HAS BEEN RESOLVED! LET'S DRINK COFFEE TO CELEBRATE!"
Before anyone could say anything Luna sped through the kitchen door and loud crashing was heard. The crashing continued on before it came to a halt, and Luna reappeared.
"WHERE'S THE COFFEE!?!?!" Luna was instantly in front of them.
"This is a restaurant for kids. There isn't any." Bonnie said backing up slowly.
"ADULTS WORK HERE! WHERE IS THEIR COFFEE?!?!?"
"They bring theirs from home." Chica said also backing up.
"Princess, I do believe that you've had enough." One of the guards timidly said.
"Yeah, when you raised the moon, it practically flew." The other one chipped in.
"ENOUGH IS NEVER ENOUGH!" Luna crashed through the front entrance after stating that.
"Uh oh, we'd better go get her before she accuses more people of high treason for not selling coffee." Said the first guard.
The guards flew after their princess, leaving the three animatronics in stunned silence.
"I had no idea that coffee was so addictive." Chica said.
Freddy could only nod in agreement.
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Night Breeze was soaring through the sky over the south part of town. Moon Dancer was looking in the north side. The princess was fast when she wanted to be, and the fact that she had countless cups of coffee running through her system didn't help in the slightest. The two guards easily lost sight of her. They decided to split up to cover more ground. He wasn't having much luck, though, and he doubted Moon Dancer was any better off.
"I don't get paid enough for this." He grumbled to himself.
He was jerked out of his musings by the sound of screaming. It came from one of the homes in the residential area.
"YOUR PRINCESS DEMANDS COFFEE!" Night Breeze face hoofed at the familiar sound of the Royal Canterlot voice.
What kind of princess breaks into peoples' homes, in another country, and demands they make her coffee? Only Luna.
Night Breeze dove towards the home the noise was coming from. It was a two story, blue house with grey roofing. The roof had a Luna sized hole in it and the screams sounded like children's screams. He picked up speed and dove through the hole.
He was in a child's bedroom, a girl if the pink walls said anything about it. He saw a bunk bed and two kids that looked identical. The one on top was trying to get to her sister on the bottom without having to get close to Luna, who was in the middle of the room.
"DID WE STUTTER? WE SAID WE DEMAND COFFEE!" Luna yelled and caused the kid on the top bunk to fall. She quickly got up and joined her sister on the bottom bunk.
"What is going on in here?!?!?" a man asked as he entered the room.
He saw Luna and Night Breeze and froze. He blinked a couple of times, and left the room. He reappeared seconds later and stared right at the two ponies.
"ARE YOU THE HEAD OF THIS HOUSEHOLD?" Luna asked.
"Honey, you need to come see this!" he called to his mate.
"Princess, we should probably leave." Night Breeze tried to get the princess to go back to the pizzeria.
"NOT UNTIL WE'VE HAD OUR COFFEE!"
"AMY!!!!!" the man called again.
"What is it, Jim? It can't be too much for-" a woman stopped mid-sentence after she saw Luna and Night Breeze.
"Jim, why are there ponies in our daughters' room?" she asked her husband.
"ARE EITHER OF YOU THE HEAD OF THIS HOUSEHOLD?" Luna asked the two grown-ups.
"They talk! Jim, they talk!" the woman said on the verge of freaking out.
"It's okay, Amy. I'll handle this." Jim stepped forward.
"Hello! My name is Jim! This is my wife, Amy!" He said loud and clear.
"Jim," he pointed to himself, "Amy," he pointed to his wife.
"VERY WELL THEN, JIM! ARE YOU THE HEAD OF THIS HOUSEHOLD?" Luna asked for a third time.
"Yes! I am a father! These are my kids, Elizabeth and Mary!" he pointed to the two girls that were watching with wide eyes.
"CHARMED! WE ARE PRINCESS LUNA, RULER OVER THE NIGHT! WE DEMAND THAT YOU MAKE US COFFEE!" Luna yelled in the man's face.
"Coffee?" the man questioned.
"YES, COFFEE! YOU DO HAVE SOME, RIGHT?"
"Erm, yeah, but not very much. I was going to go to the store tomorrow." Amy said as she entered the room.
"SERVE IT TO US!"
"Princess Luna, do you really think this is legal?" Night Breeze stepped in.
"BUT OF COURSE! WE ARE A PRINCESS AFTER ALL! WHAT'S THE POINT OF BEING A PRINCESS IF YOU CAN'T ABUSE YOUR POWER EVERY SO OFTEN?!?!?"
"But, you're princess in Equestria. You don't have jurisdiction here."
"DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY! COFFEE, NOW!" she turned to the thoroughly confused family.
"There's a land called, Equestria?" one of the twins asked.
"Yes, there is." Night Breeze answered.
"Is it full of talking ponies?" the other twin asked.
"Yes."
"Can we go see it?" the two asked in unison.
"IF YOUR PARENTS GIVE US COFFEE, YOU CAN!" Luna answered the two.
The twins suddenly ran to their parents and begged for them to give the "magic horsy" some coffee.
"Princess, if you come back with me, we'll stop by the store and buy as much coffee as you want."
Night Breeze knew he would regret that statement, but it was the only way to get her out of the family's house.
"LEAD THE WAY MOON DANCER!"
"I'm Night Breeze."
"JUST TAKE US TO THE COFFEE!" Luna practically push the poor guard through the hole in the ceiling. Oh yeah, he was regretting his decision already.
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"Well, you still need to focus to move, but at least you can talk without stuttering now." Bonnie said as he put away the tools he used to fix Freddy.
"Thanks Bonnie, I owe you." Freddy said as he moved his arms to test how much focus he needed.
Bonnie smiled to himself. Sure, this whole ordeal cause a lot of fighting, but now that Freddy realize just how powerful Luna was things were mending. He didn't expect an apology. Freddy was too proud to apologize. Bonnie was surprised that he admitted a pony was more powerful than him. He was just happy that things were getting better now. Luna let all of them off the hook thanks to some skillful lying on his and Chica's part. The only one who wasn't informed was Foxy. Bonnie hoped that the pirate was okay. While he was responsible for the bite of '87, they were still a family.
"Do you think the other two ponies will show up?" Chica asked.
One of the guards returned after a while, but there was no sign of the other two. It was apparent that the guard didn't know where the others were. He was constantly pacing and checking the time.
"WE HAVE ARRIVED WITH MORE COFFEE!!!!" Luna said as she reappeared with bags full of coffee and creamer. The missing guard was right behind her with a coffee maker on his back.
"Night Breeze, why did you buy more coffee? She's hyper enough." The other guard said.
"Don't worry, I bought decaf." Night Breeze said as he walked into the kitchen.
"TO THE COFFEE MACHINE, POSTHASTE!" Luna followed.
"Well, she'll calm down soon, so we may live through-"
"AW! LOOK AT ALL THE BABY SPIDERS!!!!" Luna's voice interrupted Chica.
"Attack me hearties!" Foxy's voice followed.
"Dear, sweet Celestia! They're everywhere!" yelled one of the guards.
"Foxy?" Bonnie asked as they all looked toward the kitchen.
The guards continued to scream and Foxy laughed his signature laugh. The other animatronics ran to the kitchen to see Foxy laughing with his arms still backwards and a swarm of baby spiders all over the kitchen. An adult black widow sat atop Foxy's head.
"Foxy, what is going on here? Where have you been?" Freddy asked.
The sound of sirens outside caught everyone's attention as police entered the building.
"Everyone on the ground now!" The police shouted and pointed their guns.
Their eyes widened as they saw the animatronics, ponies, spiders, and coffee all in the kitchen. They stood in stunned silence at the scene before them.
"The boys at the station aren't going to believe this." Muttered one in the back.
"We receive a couple of calls about breaking and entering someone's home as well as thievery at a supermarket." The one closest to them said.
"Thievery?" Chica asked as she turned to the ponies.
"TIS A LIE! WE LEFT PLENTY OF MONEY!" Luna strolled up the cops. They all tensed up and aimed at Luna.
"The money you left isn't real money." A female cop said.
"Actually, it is real money. It's Equestrian money." One of the guards said.
"You need American money to pay for the coffee."
"YOU MEAN OUR MONEY ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH?!?!? DOEST THOU EVEN KNOW WHO WE ARE?!?!?" Luna stomped closer. Bonnie felt sorry for the police. They had an angry princess to deal with.
"Not another step, or we'll shoot!"
Their pistols and stun guns were suddenly encased in blue magic before they exploded. The cop's hands were burned and the all fell to the ground in pain.
"DON'T YOU DARE THREATEN US AGAIN!!!" Luna said as a lightning bolt flashed outside.
"THAT'S ENOUGH LUNA!" Yelled an unfamiliar voice.
Everyone turned to see a white pony with a rainbow mane looking at Luna in disappointment. She was taller than the other mare and was adorned in gold jewelry.
"TIA!!!! WE WERE ABOUT TO MAKE MORE COFFEE! IT'S LIQUID FROM THE GODS THEMSELVES!!!!!" Luna said completely oblivious to the other's disappointment.
"Luna, no! You've had too much coffee as is! You need to calm down!" The white pony dubbed as 'Tia' strode forward as the police mad a path for her. Bonnie sensed that she was regal, unlike Luna.
"BUT SISTER!" Luna whined.
"I said no! Look at you! You can barely stand still! This much coffee isn't good for you!" Tia said firmly.
"THAT MEANS IT'S WORKING! TWILIGHT SPARKLE SAID THAT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO WAKE US UP!!!!!"
"Yes, it is supposed to wake you up, but you should have listened to her when she said that one cup was enough."
"HOW DO YOU KNOW SHE SAID THAT?!"
"She wrote me a letter, but she had to clean up the mess you made in her library first."
"AND BESIDES, HOW CAN COFFEE BE BAD FOR YOU?!?!?"
"Too much coffee can cause increased heart rate, muscle spasms, and let's not forget about the crash at the end."
"CRASH? WHAT CRASH! WE FEel just peachy." Luna suddenly stopped talking loudly.
"Why do we suddenly feel so awful?" Luna asked with a yawn.
"You're crashing. Coffee only gives you temporary energy."
"Oh, why didn't Twilight tell us?"
"I'm sure she did, but you didn't listen."
"Oh, okay." Luna yawned again.
"We think we'll-" Luna fell over, asleep.
The large pony shook her head and turned to the cops.
"I am terribly sorry for my sister's behavior. We will return the coffee and leave." She said apologetically.
"Thank you, but what about the breaking and entering?"
"Breaking and entering?" Tia asked as she raised an eyebrow to the two pony guards.
"She crashed through a family's house and demanded that they make her coffee." One of them said while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
The older sister sighed and rubbed her temples, as if she were getting a migraine.
"I'll have a talk with her later, and she will pay for the damages. Once again, I am terribly sorry." She said to the police.
The sound of the chimes went off to tell everyone that it was six A.M. Tia encased Luna in her magic and placed her on her back.
"We'll take our leave. I took the large chariot so you two won't have to fly back to Canterlot." She said to the pony guards who looked immensely relieved.
The ponies left and the cops, animatronics, and spiders all stood motionless in the kitchen. The night had been a crazy one, and nobody knew what to do next.
"What happened here?!?!?" The manager asked as he walked into the kitchen.
Bonnie rubbed his temples. This was going to be a long day.
___the next night in Canterlot__
Luna sat on her bed while Celestia lectured her about behaving so badly in another country. She had heard the lecture twice before. Once before she was banished, and once after her return. She was getting it again because of her behavior the previous night. She felt so ashamed of herself for acting so foalishly. She really wasn't in her right mind. She swore to never drink coffee again.
"Do you understand, Luna?" Celestia asked, her lecture coming to a close.
"Yes, sister. We feel so foolish for acting in such a way." Luna said as she lowered her head.
"It's okay, Luna. All the coffee has been returned and you paid for the damages done to that family's home. All is forgiven, but you will never drink coffee again."
Luna couldn't help but smile at that. Coffee really was the root of the problem last night. It was only logical that she never drink it again, or go for a long time without drinking it.
"Deal." She smiled at her sister.
"What do you say we go for a flight before I go to bed?" Celestia asked.
"Can Goldie come with us?" Luna held up the golden bear with her magic.
"Uh, why don't we fly, just the two of us? I'm sure Goldie won't mind."
"Oh, okay." Luna sat down Goldie and adjusted his hat.
The two sisters walked to the balcony and took off. They flew around the castle and over the garden. Luna admired her night as she flew over the area Discord used to be imprisoned.
"How do you think the replacement is doing?" Luna asked.
"He'll be fine, but it was tough to get him to be the replacement. Vlad Masters drives a hard bargain after all."
___at the pizzeria___
Bonnie stood at his post on the stage. The past week had been hectic, especially last night. But the animatronics were ready to attack something, and the new guard was perfect. Bonnie had suspicions about him, but he figured that the replacement couldn't be worse than Luna. And now, they had an army of black widows thanks to Foxy.
Midnight rolled by and all the animatronics ran to the back office. They were overly eager after the week they had. They paused at the window to check if it was a pony. It was a human, around the age of fourteen from the looks of it. He had black hair and blue eyes. His shirt was white with a red oval on the chest. He wore blue jeans and red converse. He looked like an average kid, which was good news for the robots.
All at once the animatronics lunged at the kid, only for him to slip through their grip and the floor. Everyone stood dumbfounded. It was as if he wasn't there to begin with.
"Looking for me?" an unfamiliar voice asked from behind.
The animatronics turned to see the kid floating in mid-air. It was almost like he was a ghost, but he wasn't. Right?
"I don't believe we've met." Said the kid.
A white ring suddenly appeared round his waist and split in two. One was going towards his head while the other went towards his feet. When they reached their destinations they disappeared and the kid looked completely different. He wore a black hazmat suit with white gloves, boots, and belt. His eyes were a glowing green and his hair was snow white. A white DP insignia adorned his chest and completed his look.
"I'm Danny Phantom, and I'm your new night guard." He said as his voice echoed.
Bonnie suddenly wished that Luna would return. He had a feeling that thins kid was going to be ten times worse. |
A Scratched Melody | pre | * * *
Today would be our half-year anniversary and I felt happier than the last weeks. Tune had much to do and was tired when he came home in the evenings. No good time to talk. But today was different. Weekend. So he would have a good nights-rest today.
Perfect for my plan. I had left our apartment short after him and walked straight to the market. Apples, carrots, a bunch of assorted flowers. Daisies - my favourite - and Tulips - his favourite. And fresh hay. You know, instant fried haynests may be easy - but its an art to make them oneself. And they were way better.
I couldn't deny, that cooking was a passion of mine.
And maybe the meal could help Tune out of his bad mood, he had the last days. I felt a bit worried by this thought. He had changed. We were used to talk and discuss. Sometimes the whole night through - like on our first meeting. But the last weeks must have been arduous for my coltfriend. He was ever less often in the mood to talk. Cut me short, said he was to tired... I hoped it wasn't anything serious.
I suppressed this uneasy thought - tonight he would have some nice food and a weekend in sight. This would brighten his mood for certain. Maybe I could convince him to do something on the weekend. Hiking in the woods. The weather was adorable in winter. Cold, though but it was nice to see snow covering the trees and cover the world in its white blanket.
Suddenly I saw a white unicorn walking along the street - a bit out of earshot. Vinyl. Dear Celestia... I hadn't seen her since... since the day I packed my stuff and moved out of our house. I had heard gossip about her.
Drinking to much. Annoying ponies. I sighed low. I knew she wouldn't get grip of her life. I knew it was just a matter of time for her to fall from grace. For a moment I felt the dire urge to run after her. Maybe to talk to her. Just to make sure she was O.K.
But... what would Tune say to this. He had made his point clear. This pony could just draw me down. She was not good for me. Pondering I saw her wander off around a corner and out of sight.
With the lingering feeling to have missed a chance I made my way home.
The rest of the day I was to busy to think about anything other.
Smiling I prepared my special Apple-Carrot casserole - a recipe my mom had learned me and reminds me every time on her. Then I made up Sandwiches with Daisies and Tulips, garnished with a fresh herb-mustard sauce. Then I weaved the haynests. They were just nicer than plain hayfries. But nopony seems to appreciate the art behind it. I would fry them, when Tune came home.
At last I decorated the table - candles, a vase with a colorful bouquet of flowers. My good porcelain. Yeah - I knew - to much for a merely half-year-celebration. But I was pretty sure that I could top it at the full year.
Then I went to my practice . Another thing I wanted to surprise Tune with. The Canterlot Music Garden Festival was to happen in about three months. Right after Winter Wrap Up. And I had made up a composition, I was really proud of. After all my second very own creation.
I was sure to win with my work. I would impress the audience and all of the great artists gathering beneath Canterlot Castle. And it was said even the Princesses listened to the music played there.
It started fast - nearly to fast for a cello. But hey - there had to be a bit of a challenge.
Sunken in my music I didn't hear the door.
I jolted up as Tunes voice sounded.
"Hi honey. I am home."
I jumped up on an instant, headed for him hugged and nuzzled him.
"Surprise. I've made dinner.", I beamed.
"Oh. Aha. Uhm... that's nice of you.", he loosened the hug a bit to quick for my taste.
"Somethings wrong?" I asked.
"No. Fine. Everything's fine. But... Y'know, I fetched food on the way here. I didn't want to bother you with cooking this evening.", he scratched his neck.
"Oh.", my happy glee dissolved. "Now... then... maybe later? Or tomorrow?" No. I felt like crying in this moment. Gosh.
"Sorry, Octy. It smells really nice and so. Yeah. Later. Ok?" Then it happened. He just walked off. Not that I had insisted for him to .. I don't know .. hug me at least, or show a bit interest. Or anything.
Slowly I walked back to the kitchen, cleaned the table, putted back the plates and glasses. I had lost my appetite, too. Tomorrow would be better...
Later I found him lying on the couch in the living room, reading obviously a letter.
"Is everything alright Cello? You seem worried..."
Without looking up from his letters he spoke.
"Just some conversation with the Hoofington Orchestra. They want to see me next week."
"Oh. That's nice. Its just a short trip by train. So you don't need to move out."
"Tavi, my bow - this just is it... I miss the city. Living here in this celestia-forsaken one-horse town..." he sighed, turning his head towards me. I felt relieved that he at least looked at me.
"I know. I know. And - if you want to go away, I will be with you," I breathed deep. I would follow him. To the end of the world and beyond. But... this celestia-forasken one-horse town had become my home. All my friends lived here. And it was so green and full of live. I just didn't want to think about the possibility of leaving Ponyville.
"And further... The Hoofington Orchestra. Gosh. I don't see much chances for a career there. Why did I even wrote them? Its like... like the Appeloosa square-dance-band. I mean, which important pony would see me there?"
I sighed. I knew his point about lesser prestigious things. He wanted to be famous.
"Would you be angry, if we change the theme?", I smiled.
"What would you talk about?", he gazed back at the sheet of paper in his hoof.
"I... I've written another music-piece." Normally I had waited - but I just wanted to cheer Tune up a bit.
"The one you practiced when I came?", he asked monotonous.
"Yeah. I mean yes.", I beamed. "Its challenging and I have to work on it..."
"I wondered. I didn't knew it." he said, sitting up on the couch.
"You.. don't like it?" my smile faded. Why... did he talk this way? Why was he so harsh?
"No. Its fine. Really. But... are you sure you want to write music? I mean..."
"What?", I looked at him. But he avoided my face.
"I mean you are good and all. But nopony knows you. There are much more famous composers out there. So nopony will listen to your piece."
"I think a few will like it," maybe he didn't notice how he hit me with his words.
"Oh, Bow - you know I love you for your defiance. But please - be serious. Be reasoned. You wont get any fame out of it. Its an unnecessary work. Don't burden yourself with such reverie. I just want to help you."
"How could you say so?", my voice cracked and I felt a lump building in my throat.
"Look Tavi... I am about to find a place in a good orchestra for you and me alike. You are a very good cellist. This is your special talent. So why make things harder? You.. you can get back to composing when you are established. When your name is not unknown any longer. When your work makes a difference for ponies. Then you may compose as much as you want."
I breathed deep. But he wasn't done.
"And... sorry to say so. But this work of yours is a bit.. strange. Not bad... but... off." he sounded soft. And I knew he didn't mean it in a bad way. But... his words burned inside me. I nodded and trotted off. Put myself in the music-room.
Saw my notices, my cello. But I just don't felt like practicing anymore.
Later that night I cuddled myself on Tunes side, his foreleg around my back. I embraced the loose hug and just tried to don't think about what he said before.
It was no fight. Just a normal disagreement. Every couple would have something like that the one or another time.
He ... was probably right. Yeah. How did I think I was anyway? No... I shouldn't think so of myself. But... I had to work harder. I would show him. Proof that I could do this. Maybe then his mood would get better. |
A Scratched Melody | Fifth Chapter - Fix You | I don't know if it was pure luck or something other than that. But I didn't freeze to death in this shady, shabby backyard.
Most of the things happened there I gladly couldn't remember. Lots of sobbing, wailing and curling up to a ball of sorrow.
The first thing I clearly can remember was a pink hoof reaching out for me.
"Oh gosh! Here you are!" a female voice I knew from somewhere. The shame burned, knowing someone I probably knew saw me in this state.
"Go away," I drawled. I just didn't want to be seen like this. This failure I had become, this looser unable to keep herself together.
"No!" the pony attached to the pink hoof simply said. It doesn't sound hateful or amused. Neutral, or more concerned. As if anypony was interested in me. Gosh.
"Suit yourself," I muttered, tears welling again in my eyes.
She lowered her body besides me. After a while it felt uncomfortable for me and I looked at her. Pink coat, burgundy mane. I didn't need to see her cutie mark. It was a bunch of grapes and a strawberry. Berryshine.
"What?" I stared at her. Shocked. What was she going to do now? Just moments - or hours ago, I tried to attack her. To hurt her... "Glad about what you see?"
"You seem... as you have a problem," she started blunt. But she caught me in the right state with this.
"Oh. Is that so obvious?" I flailed my hooves against the sky.
"No need to be sarcastic," she simply said.
I tried to give a smart answer. But a wave of bitterness washed over me.
"I ... I am the worst failure ever. I messed up just everything. Lost my house, my job and... horseapples....," the rest got drowned in sobbing.
Suddenly I felt a hoof at my back.
"You are no failure," she tried to calm my rampaging feelings.
"How could you say so? Everything I touch changes to horseapples. You were there this night!" I tried, but it took a while to calm down.
She nodded. But then a smile appeared on her face.
"For example: I like your music. you are one creative pony. So you can't be such a failure."
"Keep it. Please. I haven't done anything since months. Besides new, creative insults for you."
Berry waited another few moments, studying me. She didn't say anything, but her hoof caressed my back, very soft.
"Didn't make any new music, since I had to left my home...," I said after a while.
"Wanna talk now?" she asked, very carefully.
"Gosh! Is this some kind of interrogation? Its obvious. No home y'know. No place to plug in my bass-cannon," I knew that was just the half of the truth.
"I don't buy that. If you had wanted to do something you had found a place to work," Oh. She seemed to know, too. Berryshine shifted her head to the side and waited.
"It all ran downhill since Octavia dumped me," The words were faster then my brain again. Nothing special, as my mind felt like syrup. But this time the better half of my brain had taken the opportunity to do something smarter then to hurt Berry again with words.
For some reason I felt eased by spilling the beans. I told her about my lazy behaviour, Octavias calm but broken voice. Her final words...
The feeling of emptiness in my... in our house. The empty room, her short appearance with her new coltfriend - just to gather her stuff and her rushing off.
And about every mistake and failure I made after that. Drinking. Not caring for anything but the next evening...
Yeah - it was like I don't wanted to accomplish something. Like I needed to fail. Like it just didn't matter any more.
Berry didn't leave me alone the whole time I talked. She didn't interrupt, but every time I looked up to her, she just sat there with a honestly interested look on her face. She even hugged me at the end.
"Now you know it," I closed.
"Gosh. I heard this and that about you and Octavia. But... this is worse than I feared."
"Thanks..." I sneered.
After a pause she spoke again.
"What are you going to do now?"
"Dunno," Right. I had no answer. I just didn't know what to do. Drinking myself to death would be an option... "I am done. There is nowhere to go for me from here."
"Now you are talking nonsense. There is a way every time," Berryshine didn't sound understanding or calming any more. Her voice had gotten a firm tone.
"If you say so..."
"Its about you. Its about what you WANT to do."
"Does wanting to sit here and lament count?" I rolled my eyes.
"If this is really what you need...," I didn't see this coming.
"Tartaros - NO! Are you kidding?" Then I realized what she had done. I began to think about my situation. Not only to cry. But... it was hopeless. Even if I wanted to do something about my mess of a life...
"There is no point in it," I said, "I can't... I ... there is no chance. And even if there would be something... I just mess it up again. I couldn't take it..."
"So... you can't do it for you - as you see yourself as the mess you are at this moment?" Berry looked at me thoughtfully.
"Yeah. Look - I was a complete jerk and unable to do anything right... besides making music. I am just a bucking one-trick-pony. Without... without Tavi I... and and I just treated her like... Gosh. And I treated you... You see what I am?"
"You feel guilty. You think you deserve this?" she said in a questioning tone.
I thought a moment about this. "Yeah."
"Then do something about it. Change. Grow. Ascend."
"Hah! You talking like some psychologist. For what? Even If I -" I parroted her voice "- Change. Grow. Ascend - it won't bring Tavi back."
"No. Propably not. But it would help yourself. And if you can't help yourself for your selfes sake. Then - do it for her."
"What?" I gazed her like a ghost, while a new kind of thought seeped in my mind.
"Do it for her. Be the pony you think she has deserved. I think... you owe her that at least. Lets say as some kind of apology."
I didn't answer. Because I just didn't know what to say. The words lingered in my mind and I examined them from every angle. I realized that Berryshine stood up and turned to walk away. I was too much captured in my own thoughts.
"Do you come?" I probably heard even her second or third call for me.
"What?"
"You won't do anything if you freeze to death tonight. So come on. Lets go home."
Confused I stood up, followed her. Her words still held me captive.
* * *
I awoke with the first rays of the morning sun. And I couldn't even remember to have slept this well in quite a while. Somehow I felt better. Way better. Even the headache wasn't as evil as I had feared. Maybe t'was a good thing to get rid of the moonshine.
After all the days I could see something like a goal. Like a way before me. My mind was going postal with all the thoughts and ideas.
I got up from the couch I was lying. Glanced over the small cozy living-room with its dark bookshelves the open brick-built fireplace and the warm, welcoming yellow toned walls. A clattering sound was to be heard from the open pathway to the kitchen.
"Oh. You're awake," Berry greeted smiling as I stood in the door.
"Yeah," I smiled back. "But... tell me one thing... I mean its not polite to ask one who helped you... But, why did you do that?"
"You mean besides the obvious: That I won't let anypony down wwich is in dire need of help? Wait a moment," I recognized that her sunny mood lowered a bit. She got serious. Gosh I didn't want to make her feel bad because of me...
"You all right?.. I am sorry...," I frowned.
"Its good. I would have told you anyway," with this words she paced through the kitchen, entered the living-room and walked towards one of the shelves. Berry grabbed a small black box from the top and opened it.
Inside I saw a heavy silver coin. It was no bit or any other currency I knew. Then I recognized... It was....
"One year now. No drop alcohol. Its a reminder for my success and a warning to never give up the fight," my mouth stood agape. Then, after a brief pause she continued, without reacting to my face. "You know - there are rules attached to this coin. From being honest to oneself up to apologize to anyone you harmed."
It took a while before I could answer. Myriads of questions and thoughts ran through my mind. Why didn't I see... after all I knew her for a long while now...
"I didn't know...," I swallowed.
Berry smiled and as far as I could see it was no fake.
"Apologizing to anyone you harmed doesn't mean to hang a lantern on it. The ones who need to know, knew now. And I have decided to let you know too. Because there is another thing. It's no hard rule, more a guideline. If possible you should help another one."
"But I have no drinking probl....," confused I looked up.
"You lost your job. And I've seen you drunk more often than sober the last weeks. And believe me. I have a keen eyes for things like this. No. You propably are no alcoholic by now. But the way you were on, had lead you there surely sooner than later. And you can't deny you have a problem, right?"
"Yeah...," I grinned faintly.
"I was a bit like you. I destructed myself bit by bit. And I didn't see a reason to help myself either. But someone told me the same I told you. I did it for my husband and my filly. Meanwhile I do it for myself, though. But without anything to hold on I probably hadn't pulled it.
"Gosh," I didn't knew what to say... again. I felt how oblivious I was to others in the past. I knew Berry since a long time. She is a regular guest in the clubs I play. And yeah - I never saw her with something spiced.
"So after this - how about breakfast?" she beamed. |
A Scratched Melody | Sixth Chapter - Valentine's Day is over | The hardest part had been to be serious and honest to myself. To make decisions - real decisions and stick to them. Berry was kind enough to let me stay at her place. I knew if I started to hang out with the same guys as before, every try to get out of this mess was in vain. Not that my friends - or the ponies I hung out with - were evil or something. They probably didn't have any problems with partying and drinking the nights through. But they had a live, parents nearby, friends and relations, which keep them sane. Besides Berryshine now I had nothing this way. So I stuck with her for the next time.
She even offered me a job at her shop - even if she watched carefully I didn't anything dumb with her stuff.
But at least this was not the big problem. I could be some ass of a pighead. Staying away from Berrys booze was easier then expected. So I stacked boxes and shelves and such. Nothing comparable to flipping records - but everything was better then the time before.
"Hey Vinyl.", Vinyl came down the stairs from the apartment, right as I paused with a bottle of apple juice, leaning on the decorative barrel amidst the shop. I looked up to see her waving with the newspaper.
"I think I have found something you could be interested in." she smiled, closed the distance and dropped the paper atop the keg.
I glanced over the classifieds, not sure what she wanted from me. Jobs? No. Didn't think she wanted me to go. Pets? Lost and Found? No.... Then my gaze got caught at the rentals.
"Mixing station?" I whispered and gazed in her gleefully nodding face. I... dreamt about making music again. Why did she know? I didn't mention it....
"I hear you humming the whole time. And you clopping beats with your hooves, every time you feel unobserved... but, the ceiling is not very soundproof..." I felt heat in my face.
"I..." I started.
"No... nothing to excuse here. Don't worry. But after all - Wubs are your special talent. Cutting you off from it, won't help you." she said, now more serious.
"Yeah. Can't get it out of my head. There is music in there, wanting out. It's like ... you know - needing to pee..." Yeah.. none of my better wordings I guess. But Berry just snickered. "But.. look - its too expensive. How should I afford this?"
"Oh - this is easy. I take the half of the costs." she said with a certain tone.
"No! I can't accept that. Impossible! After all you have done for me..." I stared at her, gasping.
"After all I have done for you? Most of the things you have done yourself. I gave you a shove in the right direction maybe. And I helped you to start. And after all - you work very well here. So consider it just a raise." Even if she smiled again, her words sounded really serious. But...
"What could I say?", I swallowed. Making music again! There was not much more I wanted. At least nothing I could realistically get.
"Maybe 'thank you'?" Berry looked at me.
"Thank... Thank you. Ooooh. I...", I tackled her in a hug. And I swear I didn't cry! ... at least no one saw it.
* * *
I was about to preparing dinner - again. Since the ... last time, I stayed away from making it in secret. I had asked Tune beforehand. Now, what should I say. Not every pony liked surprises. But at least he was reliable. And he seemed to be really happy with my offer. Candles, casserole in the oven. This time would get perfect.
Why had Tune changed that way? I mean - the first months of our relationship he was so... cool, so gentle and all. Even spontaneous. OK - he was spontanous. I never tried to be, that time. And the first time I wanted to surprise him - had backfired badly.
Pondering I walked back in the kitchen. Had bought some noble wine. Hopefully Blue would at least don't mind this surprise.
Wine from Berryshine. Funny thing there. I had headed for her shop early in the morning. And I could swear to have seen Vinyl in the back room. Or probably some helper of Berry with the same white coat and blue mane. Because I just couldn't believe that someone like Vinyl Scratch would apply for serious work.
While preparing the table I couldn't do anything but think on the past times with her. She had been so random, so oblivious. Now everything was determined. No strange things happened. No... burnt furniture. And... no surprises any more.
I sighed.
The doorbell rung and I lifted my head from the bottle I had stared, lost in my memories.
"Hi Octavia. Let's see - One letter for Mr. Blue Tune, some advertises.... nope - that's all." Derpy, our mailmare hoofed me a bag of paper and a small package, tipped her cap and turned around. The grey, blond maned mare with her somewhat strange wall eyed look trotted off. I flipped through the ads, ready to dump them right away in the paper-bin. But then my eyes caught something. A resemblance of the Royal coat of arms. At the second look, it seemed just to be another advertise, trying to get attention by using regal symbols. But then I recognized what it was.
"And I said NO!", I never had witnessed him this upset. He stand in front of me in our cozy small living room. Moments ago I had showed him an application form for the Royal Garden Showcase in Canterlot. The form was part of the invitation for every singer, musician or instrument player in the region.
"Tune... Cello..." I heard my own voice trembling. I had waited with the letter since after the dinner. He had arrived a bit later than usual and seemed a tired. But his mood had risen since I showed him the prepared table and even more after he had taken the first bit of my food. So I thought it would be safe to ask him.
"I already said - I don't like surprises. More so, if I the surprise itself is ridiculous!" he said with an angry growl.
"Tune... I dreamt of playing at the Royal Garden Showcase for... years." I held the piece of paper in my hoof like a child, hoping for a parents sign under it. "What is the big deal? I mean it is a showcase - its no competition. I play just for the audience and myself."
"That's exactly the point. Its no competition. So where is the reason to play there? Do you hope that a producer will become aware of you? What do you want to play anyway?" he stepped away from me, avoiding my face while he talked.
"I have prepared a piece extra for an opportunity like this." I felt challenged by him.
"Ah. Your... experimental composition you practice the whole time?" I heard the annoyance in his voice. Every single word burnt.
After all - even if it wasn't Clopin, it was my work.
"Do... do you really think so? Is it that bad?" My voice trembled even more as I felt the sting.
"Tavi... Tavi. Bow. Listen - There are just nobles and royalty there. Its the most harsh audience you can think of - "
"No." I interrupted, feeling angry myself now "Not only. There are guests from all over Equestria there. This is my chance to - "
" - Drown!" his voice got a tad too loud. "And you know I hate to get interrupted. So listen Tavi: You won't do anything good for you. There you are just one out of many musicians. And even if its no competition per say; judges, audience and managers will be there. You don't have the slightest chance to shine. At best no one recognizes you there. At the worst your name gets stained with your poor performance there."
"Gosh - is this everything you can think of? Its not all about competition or career.", I shivered in pain and anger. "What is your problem? That it isn't your plan? That I have ideas on my own?"
"Ah. Now its me. Yeah? Is it that?", he yelled. "You are an ungrateful little princess! You want to get whatever you wish for. You don't think at all the things I do for you. And moreover - the Showcase is in two weeks. We are probably gone then."
"Oh you! You are so eager to leave Ponyville. But... even if you have an application for an orchestra right now - It would take longer than two weeks to leave." I yelled back. Gosh he was crazy about leaving the town. I knew he would move away yesterday rather then now. But... this was hilarious!"
"So? I have sent another wave of applications, called some ponies in high places. We have to be prepared every moment. And you should stay focussed to your career. It is not MY job to get you a job!", he had turned around.
"Ah. At least you look at me?" - I steamed from anger now - "But you have made it your bucking job to manage MY career. I don't have to say anything in your planing."
"Yeah. And do you know why?!" he glared at me with narrowed eyes. "You showed it. Because you don't mind it the slightest bit. If you were in charge, we would sitting here forever. In this celestiaforsaken town! If I didn't do your work, we wouldn't came anywhere. I cannot leave you unwatched for one afternoon - just because you have another of your dreamy nonsense-ideas."
"You...", I felt how me hooves and legs got cold, while heat shot in my head "You are obsessed with your great plan of life. You... control-freak! You...", the rest of my rant got cut short. An explosion of pain overwhelmed me and it took a sheer eternity to realize what had happened.
I saw Tunes risen hoof, his face distorted in rage before he hit me the second time. Suddenly my anger had vanished. I didn't feel the burning pain at this moment, but just an endless weakness in my limbs. I stood shocked.
What.. What had I done?
"Tune.. I..."
He seemed to be horrified too.
"Sorry. I ... I didn't want to do that." His hoof twitched while he stared between me and his leg.
"I...", I started to cry. Faltered direct before him and sobbed. "Sorry. Sorry Tune."
I had gone to far. Had got carried away by my feelings.
"No.. its OK... I had a stressful day I... really didn't want to hurt you." after a brief break he spoke, silently now. "And I am about to find you a job... I felt betrayed and was worried. But... Me is the one who as to ask for forgiveness..," I jerked, as I felt his hoof at my back. I tried to relax.
"You may go." he finally said.
I registered his words. And I knew I should feel joy. But.... |
A Scratched Melody | Seventh Chapter - Feels so Different | It was a bright cloudless day, the streets of Canterlot laying before me. Despite the anxiety before the big event I had slept better then the most nights before. Berryshine had given me the day off, off course. After all it was her idea. And she was right.
It doesn't matter how the day would go. It doesn't matter which place I would take. It doesn't even matter if I get any place at all. I already had won! I had made it. From the deepest darkest hole I ever had fallen, back to the top.
Tartarus, not even the snooty Canterlot High Society could unnerve me today.
I saw the banners and advertises for the grand showcase in the palace gardens. And I was part of it. My (sadly still just lent) equip had been delivered to my booth at the festival. But I had much to much time at my hooves, so I just strolled through narrow alleys or crossed nice plazas, surrounded by cafes or market stalls, erected for the grand party.
My turn would be sometime in the evening. Like most musicians of my genre I preferred the night for my show. Hey - it seems Princess Luna could rejoice. Nowadays the night wasn't the time, the ponies shunned and slept any longer. More than enough of them embraced her precious night today.
Somehow my hooves led me back to the gardens. It was a music showcase after all. And even if the genre played at this hour, wasn't my cup of tea, it was interesting to hear, what the others had to offer. Just entered the park, I heard the sounds, which led my towards the centre stage.
A young white unicorn with green hair played violin. Like Bethooves fifth, played on three screaming cats. But hey - nopony was born a master. And even if the performance was far from perfect, she had at least earned respect for trying. Yeah. The audience didn't seemed much intrigued. No cheering, no party and less than average amount of dancing. But I knew. This had to be this way with classic music. Another reason, why I didn't like it.
My eyes glanced over the rows of ponies waiting for their turn. Combos with instruments stood together chatting. Soloists, anxious looks on their faces. A grey earth pony with a cello, not far from the stage entrance.
No! Gosh! I shuddered and stumbled a step, bumping in one of the classic-fans in the last row, earning annoyed hissing.
"Sorry.", I mumbled, correcting my shades, without even thinking about it. Octavia.
I hadn't seen her for... how long? Three months? Ten years? My whole live?
Shit. I trembled and had to lean against a tree. My heart puckered. But why? After all I hadn't to do anything with her. We had ended our friendship long ago. And today I knew the reasons. Every single reason why it had happened. So she had lived her life - with her new special stallion. And I had found a way out of the misery my life had become after the breakup. We didn't have anything in common.
But why did it hit me this strong, seeing her?
I knew the answer. I knew it the whole time, but I had swallowed it. Tried to forget it. Because she was the damn reason why I had changed. I had it done for her. Maybe it was just a story for myself, to set me straight. Because I had valued myself to less. So I dedicated all I had done to her. To have a reason to move on. Even if I hadn't see Tavi in all the time. But now - she was here.
What should I do? Approaching her - just to feel her rejection. Octavia had less than no reason to like me, or even to look at me. I had let her down many times. To often to count. Maybe I had changed. At least a bit. I knew. But if she ignored me or refused to talk - what reason should I have then to stay on my way? Gosh darn it.
I pondered. At least I should apologize. This was one crucial step as Berry had told me. Yes. I would go to her. Apologize and explain what happened to me. Maybe she had no reason to like me. But at least she should know that I am sorry for what I have done to her. It wouldn't matter if she forgave me. As long as she knew. I believed every word I said to myself.
I looked up, searching for her in the crowd. As I found her, she wasn't alone. And something seemed off.
* * *
My emotions drove roller coaster. On one hoof I was lucky to stand here, backstage, waiting for my performance. I embraced listening to the other musicians. But on the other hoof I hated myself for letting Blue down. It was some kind of betrayal on him. We had another fight in the evening. But at least I could convince him to let me go. I had begged him. Kneeling. He wasn't lucky at all. But after all he allowed me to do this. I felt bad. Maybe he was right. After the showcase I had to head home, pack and went by train in the very morning to arrive in Manehatten on time. And this night I won't get much sleep either.
What if my play was to bad for the orchestra? What if my pride robbed me of my only chance to make it to the top. And then there was this lingering feeling to see Ponyville never again if I entered the train. Sure - it would take time to plan the movements. And the audition didn't mean I could start at the orchestra right away. It would take a few weeks before I really had to leave. Time enough to bid my farewells to my friends.
I let my eyes float. So many ponies sat before the stage. Applauding polite. They seemed like a experienced audience. A bit stiff but courteous. So if I didn't botch the play, I could embrace their applause. I sighed lowly. I knew I should have been more relaxed. Or at least eager to play. But all the sorrows weighted so heavy. I didn't want to let down Tune. He had done so much for me. And he had so much stress the last weeks - all for me and my career. I should have been more thankful I think. Yes - he had hit me again. But... I think it wasn't alone his fault. And I knew this would stop, once I had attended the orchestra. I knew he didn't want to hit me after all. It was just his nerves. To much at once. And I couldn't give in too.
"Hi Dear.", Tunes deep voice sounded right behind me and I startled. Concentrating on the crowd of ponies before me I just ignored my back.
"Oh. Hi Tune." I turned my head. Tune seemed calm. But with a sad face. Instantly my mood dropped. I didn't want to see him sad. Seeing him sad could mean to see him angry later. "Everything OK?" I asked - hopefully neutral.
"Sure. Everything's fine. I have called the intendant once again," his voice grew darker "I have rescheduled your audition by a week. Was the only way. No other appointments left open. And, before you ask, he wasn't very pleased with your lack of compassion."
I felt my mouth gaping open, while I stared at Tune. "I... I never asked you to do this... I mean we had planned all this - and there is enough time" I stuttered. Why by Celestia he had called in Manehatten?
"Gosh! Just Shut up! I had enough trouble for today. If you could just appreciate what I am doing for you. Only for ONE TIME!"
The words stung. Somewhere between heart and lung. And a lump build up my throat. I could see it in his eyes. His mood was bad again. I had make feel him bad. And I could see the glimpse of anger in his face.
"I..." My mouth went dry, while sweat built up on my forehead.
"No. No apologies! Just shut up. If you can't think for your self, then just keep your mouth shut."
Why did he he do this? I felt the glaring looks of the other musicians burning. What would they think of me now?
"You said I could go." I sounded weak and felt tears welling up once again. He knew I never would make him feel bad. Not intentionally. But... he has allowed me... Shit. No. No crying in front of all this ponies.
"Yes - because you have begged and begged and made a fool out of yourself. I had hoped you'll come to your mind over night. But NO! Little miss Cellist had to follow the nice bubbles in her head."
"Don't..", I begged again, turning my head away.
"Don't what? Telling you what you are? A selfish, bubbly little foal, feather-headed enough to spoil the best chance of your shitty life? Gosh Octavia! This one opportunity. The only one - and you let slip it for... for what?"
"I dreamt playing here since..." the rest of what I wanted to say was drowned ins sobbing. Shit how pathetic. I just wanted to play at this summit for so long.
"Oh. Yes. And now crying. Gosh you are embarrassing! You know that? Just grow up. And now - come on. Lets go home. Maybe I can call in Manehatten... again. After this performance of yours, you surely don't want to go up there?
He hoofed towards the stage. More and more ponies got attention of what happened.
"N..no.", I answered weak. I really can't remember why I had dissented.
"See. Now come!" he barked.
"No. I don't want to come. I want to... stay," I felt every ounce of composure melt. It just was a question of seconds before I would follow him. But I didn't get the seconds.
"What? Just... stop being stupid. Don't make a show. Come on!", he yelled now. Then, before I could react I felt his grip on my mane, pulling me forwards. I lost balance, stumbled forward.
"Hey! Stop it. You hurting me!", I screamed - more in shock than anything else. I heard voices. The other musicians had finally chosen to intervene.
"Mister - let go of the lady, or I call the guard!", the voice belonged to one of the violinists back in the row. Others mumbled and I felt some hooves helping to stabilize me. Tunes grip loosened.
"Stop it. I just want to save this prissy bitch from her own stupidity!" His words hurt more than his hoof.
"Please.... don't don't say that. I love you and..."
"SHUT UP! If I think about it... fuck you. You heard! FUCK YOU. If you want to live the rest of your life here. Then FINE!" It was like a dagger to my chest.
"No! No! I want.. to."
"BE QUITE." ...the dagger pierced deeper...
"I love you!", tears welled of my eyes, made my view blurry
"I BUCKING HATE YOU! You and your shitty attitudes." ... and got turned around in the wound, just to...
"No! You don't mean that! We... we can fix this. I'll come with you. Lets... lets talk", pain and panic let me shudder.
"GOSH DARN IT. NO Its over. I had enough trouble. Stay in your hicksville. Die there! I am out of here." ... finally get ripped out of my chest, leaving me faltering, dying.
No. Everything but that! Please! I struggled free from the surrounding ponies, dashed behind Blue Tune.
"Please! Don't go. I...", then he hit me. I felt fiery pain in my muzzle. My body became weak and limb I cried in pain. In shock.
Then out of nowhere:
"YOU STOP IT!", I heard another voice. Female. Strong. And very very pissed. "If you lay your hoof on her... We don't need the guard. But YOU will need a medic. Understood?!"
I laid on the ground, sobbing and crying. It took a few moments before I realized to whom the voice belonged. She... reached out with her foreleg to help me.
"Come up.", her voice was calm and friendly. I grabbed the hoof and I braced myself up. Tears fogged my sight, so I could just get an impression of white blue and magenta before me.
Blue Tune was nowhere to be found.
"Vinyl?"
"Everything OK?" I heard her ask. Concern in her voice.
Dumb question. My friend had dumped me in front of a few hundred ponies, the fight was the most embarrassing thing ever... But no.. I scolded myself. She meant my muzzle. She hoofed me a handkerchief and I cleared my eyes from the tears. Some driblets of blood were on it.
"Think so." Reality hit me like a hammer. No more Blue Tune. No more his smile in the morning. No more his little presents. No more his reassuring self. Again I cried. But this time I felt one leg around me, securing me. Sobbing and tearing I let Vinyl led me away from the scene.
* * *
"Nothing to worry about. Just a little blood vessel inside your muzzle. Should heal in no time," The doctors look darkened. "But there is another thing I want to talk - if you allow." I nodded. I knew what had to come.
"Haematoma on your face. Some older than others. Since when do you suffer violence from your..." - "Ex!" I answered dry.
"Good to hear," he stated. But instead of seconding him I started to cry again. "It was not his fault. If I..."
"Miss. I must dissent on this. Maybe a relationship could go rough. Maybe there are disagreements. And the heavens know even between me and my wife there were spoken some improvident words. But there is no excuse for violence. Never."
After he had hoofed me some absorbent wool for my nostril, I walked off his office. The words still lingering in my mind. But where did it went wrong? Somehow the wool smelled sweet. Like cotton candy. No.. it had a remembrance on Sugarcube Corner. Where we had met first. Shit. Another wave of feelings rushed over me, let me weep.
"Tavi? You're all right? What did the doc say?", again Vinyl lend me a hoof. Moments later we sat on a waiting bench in the hospitals entrance. Instead of answering I tried to intone the one question bothering me the whole time: "Vinyl... why did you help me?"
"Gosh... just because we are no friends any more, doesn't mean I won't help you. Nopony deserves this. Especially you."
"Especially me?", I wondered, lifting my head. Surprisingly she had lifted her shades and stared at me with her red eyes.
"Nothing...", she mumbled blushing. "Sorry. I didn't want to..." then she straightened herself, standing up and looking at me. "See - I have done many shit in the time we lived together. I was no good friend more than often to you. Since you are gone I had much time to think about this. I have tried to become the friend you would have deserved. Even if its to late now. The only thing I wanted to do was apologizing for my behaviour. And... If you want I am out of your live then - bothering you never again."
I stared her like a ghost. I realized what she had said. And tears began to well again. "No. No. Please don't go. I don't want to be alone." The fear had gotten grip of me like a icy claw. All alone. Nopony to be with.
"Oookay....", first she looked a bit unsure - but soon I saw her trademark smile all across her face.
I added her genuine happy smile on the list of things I had missed. On top.
"I accept your apology." I said.
"Friends?"
"Indeed.", I smiled back. And somehow the world regained a few colors. |
Home is where True Peace and Love Is | pre | "Come back soon." Said Mr. Cake before the others exited the dessert shop. ***
It was not far when they reached the cottage. Before they all entered, Fluttershy said to Luke. "Now, they might be a little scared if you when we come in here, but don't worry, they will like you."
"Okay, Fluttershy. I'll keep that in mind."
They all entered and Luke saw animals as far as his eyes can see. It ranged from squirrells, chipmunks, and mice to porcupines, raccoons, beavers, bears, pigs, goats, and many more. Many of them were a little stunned, frozen on the spot when they saw Luke.
"Hello, everyone." Fluttershy announced. "This is Luke. He's a human from another world, now please be nice to him." She and Luke walked up to the center of the cottage while the others stayed in front of the door. "This is Harry." She referred to the large grizzly bear. "Mr Prickles." She referred to the first porcupine. She introduced him to many more animals so on and so forth and finally she stopped when she introduced him to her rabbit friend. "And this is Angel." The rabbit didn't really look really happy and looked a little grouchy. Then he just hopped away.
Turns out Angel doesn't really like him very much, but the other animals however, we're getting along with him just fine. The large bear bent his head close to Luke's face and then sniffed it. Then he licked his face with his large tongue making him laugh.
"Hey cut it out." Luke laughed. Many ferrets mice, rats and other small animals around the floor circled around his legs like a bunch of cats. Some birds like finches and Blue jays perched on his shoulders while singing.
Luke really loved what he was experiencing. He was a little nervous at first but it turns out it went better than he expected. He was really enjoying this experience and treatment that almost all the animals are giving him
"They like you already." Fluttershy said happily with a smile.
"I know." Luke said.
"Alright, everyone. Let's give him some space, please." Then the animals back up for him to move.
"I think I know where i might want to stay for a while, but yet again, I still need to think of where I should stay since there is so much out there." Luke remarked
"Well, let me show you my boutique next, darling." Said Rarity. Then they all, minus the animals of course, went back to town to look at Rarity's house this time. Fluttershy said bye to her critter friends before she left with the others to let them know she will be back. |
Home is where True Peace and Love Is | Knowing Ponyville/Luke's Disability (edited) | "Here is my humble home, Luke. Carousel Boutique." Said Rarity. She and the others were giving Luke a little tour of the town, starting now. Luke was rather fascinated by the interior and looked really fancy.
"Wow, that's amazing." He said.
"Thank you. I take great pride in my work of fashion and my home decor." Rarity boasted. Applejack rolled her eyes with a smirk from Rarity's ego. "I could make you some new clothes for you some time if you would like. Oh! and also a new chapeau for you if you would like."
"That's kind of you Rarity, but my clothes are not like the clothes you would normally wear, even though it is common for you guys to walk around without clothes."
"Oh pish-posh, Luke. I can create clothes suited for you." Rarity said. "Besides, I create some clothes for Spike whenever he wants any, and he has the same body structure as you."
"True." Luke replied. "Do you think you can make me some metal or rocky sometime like my shirt?"
"Well... I never did that kind of thing before, but I suppose I can give it a shot." Rarity said. "Even though I am not really a pony of rock n roll."
"Ah, don't pay attention to her Luke. I love your music taste. It looks so awesome." Rainbow said
"Oh. thanks Rainbow."
"Sure."
"So anyway, do you get a lot of customers often?"
"Umm, more or less. I can be very successful."
"Huh."
"Yep, rarity is one of the most successful and most recognizable fashionistas in Equestria." Pinkie pointed
"Guilty as charged." Rarity boasted again. "I even opened my own boutique in Canterlot not too long ago. And, I have a friend of mine named Sassy Saddles to watch the place. Even though I do love Canterlot, Ponyville is my home."
"Cool. That does sound so successful." Luke said proudly.
"So, where else would you like to go?"
"Well, I don't know. there are so many places as far as I can see that are really cool." Luke said. "I don't even know where to start."
"What about my castle?" Twilight suggested. "We have a guest room for if you want to stay with us."
"Really? oh no. I'm just a peasant. I couldn't possibly do that. I might disrespect you that way."
"Oh don't be silly, you don't have to be a princess or have any royalty to visit my castle." twilight said. "Besides, I don't have any guards."
"Oh. Good. I suppose I can look at it. Lead the way." then the others went out of the boutique and Luke followed them to the large Crystal castle just outside of town. When Twilight opened the humongous doors, Luke was amazed at the interior. I was unlike any other castle he has seen back in his world. "Oh wow. That is really awesome. It's all crystal, and shiny."
"Never seen a castle like this before, have you?" Twilight teased
"Nope. There are castles in my world, but nothing like this. Oh I wish my dad were here to see this, he would love it."
"Well, this wasn't my first home. My, or our first home."
"What was?"
"It was a library made out of a tree." Then Twilight's face looked a little saddened. "Sadly, it was destroyed."
"What? I am so sorry to hear that. Really I am."
"Thanks Luke." Spike said. "But we're alright now."
"Good. What kind of rooms does this have?"
"We'll show you." Said Twilight. Luke followed the others to the conference room wi the map table, the library, the stump and roots where the tree house came from, Spike's room, then e guest room in case he wants to stay in the castle.
"This is really amazing. Very big and awesome." Luke said
"Thanks. Glad you like our home."
"I do. I love it."
"So, where would you like to go next?" Said Fluttershy.
"Well, I would like to know the person in charge of this place, besides Twilight. Is there like a president or a mayor by any chance?"
"Oh yes, Mayor Mare is in charge of Ponyville." Said Rarity. "Why do you ask?"
"Just in case something happens like if anyone tries to kill me because I am not a pony, I would go to her for help."
"Oh nonsense. That will never happen." Said Twilight. "That's a silly thing to think about."
"It could happen. Just saying."
"Don't worry. I doubt anything like that will ever happen." Said Applejack. "Like we say, just meet many ponies around here and get to know them and maybe they will like you."
"You saw how the three fillies were, and the cakes, Right?" Said Rainbow
"I did. Maybe you're right."
"So don't worry. Keep your head high and don't be nervous."
"You're right."
"So, have you thought about where you would want to stay?" asked Twilight.
"Well... I still haven't decided yet, these places look so awesome and look very nice to live in for a while. Sorry if it is taking a little while."
"Oh no, don't be sorry." said Rarity. "We understand how you feel."
Then Spike felt something caught in his throat, and then coughed up a scroll with an elegant string tied in the center. "What was that?" Luke said
"That was just Spikey-Whikey receiving a letter from Princess Celestia herself."
Spike then read it to himself and said to the others "it is from the princess, she says she wants to meet you, Luke."
The young man's eyes went wide. He felt a small amount of butterflies and moths fluttering in his stomach with nervousness written all over it. "Oh god, I think she wants to kill me, or use me as a human experiment or something?"
"What? That is ridiculous." Said Fluttershy. "Celestia would never do something like that."
"Yeah, Luke. She probably just wants to meet you, that's all." Applejack added
"Well, maybe she might want to experiment on me because I am the only human in Equestria." He gasped with horror, and grasped his arm. "Maybe she might give me really painful injections." Then he felt the soft hoofs of Fluttershy soothe his shoulders
"Luke. Please settle down. I can't stand to see you like this."
"Yeah, dude. Chillax. I doubt that princess Celestia would ever do that, neither would Luna." Rainbow said
"You're right. You're right." He took a few deep breathes and calmed down a little. "I'm sorry. I.... I can get a little nervous sometimes."
"Don't worry. We all can get nervous." Said Spike
"Yeah. I know." Then the human took a little breath "guys, can I tell you something?"
"About what?"
"Well, I have.... I have..... Autism." He replied weakly.
"Autism?" Asked Rainbow. "What's that?"
"Well, it's a disability that prevents some ponies from performing some certain obstacles. Some can be very smart, and some can be non-verbal." Twilight said. Luke was surprised and happy to hear that autism exists in Equestria,
"Right. Sometimes. I feel like a retard."
The others gasped with shock.
"Luke, you are not retarded." Said Pinkie
"Well, I'm a loser sometimes. I have autism and sometimes feel stupid because of it."
"Listen to me. Please. You are not stupid. You just have a disability." Twilight consoled. "And it's okay if you have autism. I would call it..... A gift."
"Yeah, Sugarcube. You sound like a pretty lucky guy with autism." Said Applejack with a smile.
"Oh yes. By telling us about a continent like Africa, you are a really smart creature and a kindhearted one too." Fluttershy added
"You.... You think so?"
"We know so." Spike remarked.
"You still think I'm cool right?"
"Of course." Said Rainbow Dash. "You seem like a totally awesome guy." The human smiled at her compliment and felt a little better.
"Thanks guys. I really appreciate it."
"What are friends for?" Fluttershy stated warmly
"So, when will they come here anyway?"
"They should be arriving in.,.." Then a magic bubble rather harmless Bursted out of thin air, and revealed a tall white allicorn and a smaller blue one. "Right now," Twilight finished
Luke felt more butterflies and mouths swarming in his tummy but was trying to stay strong and not be very nervous. Besides, he knew he was making new friends already.
"Ah, there you all are." Said the white alicorn. It was like a soft, majestic, and beautiful motherly voice. Then they both looked at Luke, who gave them a nervous finger wave at them.
"Oh hell. Here it comes." Luke thought in his head.
"So this is the peculiar creature we have heard about." Said the smaller blue alicorn. Her voice was beautiful and mother as the bigger white counterpart, but a little higher in pitch.
Luke flushed a little, and hoped that everything will go well.
"Such a peculiar creature." Said the white alicorn. "Could you please come here, dear?"
The human gulped and slowly walked over to the two rulers of the land.
"Bow To them, sweetie. They are the rulers of Equestria after all." Rarity whispered in one of his ears.
"Oh." As she suggested, the young man knelt on one knee and bowed his head to them in respect. "They... kind of look beautiful." He thought.
"What is your name, young creature?" Asked the white princess in her soft voice.
"And what are yo exactly?" The blue one added.
"M- my name is Luke, Luke Smith, but you can just call me Luke." He said a little nervously. "And... i am a human. I would also like to say you both are really beautiful." Then he yelled at himself in his brain "oh my god, Luke! What were you thinking? Now they'like decapitate you for saying that."
The two princess' blushed at someone calling them really beautiful. They both smiled at his sweetness. "Oh. Well, thank you." Said the white Alicorn. "Well, Luke, it is wonderful to meet you." The blue alicorn nodded after her sister was done with her sentence. "My name is princess Celestia."
"And I am princess Luna."
"Well, it is an honor to meet you, your majesties." The young human replied to them. "Twilight and the others told me some stuff about you."
"Oh. We are flattered." Said Celestia
"Yes. You seem like a really nice young boy." Luna added
"Thanks."
"You can stand up now, dear. You don't have to bow to us the whole time." Celestia chuckled
Then Luke stood upright. "I'm sorry.
"No need to apologize, child." Said Luna
"My, you are quite a handsome human, aren't you?" Celestia complimented.
Luke blushed and rub the back of his head. "Oh well I..."
"Let us go in Twilight's castle. We have so much more to talk about." said Celestia.
"Sure." then he, Spike, and the mane six followed the two princess' to the crystal-like castle. "So, what else do you want to know?" he asked them.
"Well, We would like to know how you got here." Luna replied
"I came here through a shooting star. You see, I made a wish that I wish I can be in a world with real excitement and adventure. I.... don't hate my homeworld, but I want a little more excitement in my life, you know?"
"I see."
"So what kind of an animal is a human?" asked Luna
"Well, we are primates." he answered. He showed his hand to the princess to give the same example he did with his new friends. "Now, take a look at my hand, see any similarities between a gorilla and chimpanzee's hand with a human hand?"
The princess looked it really closely one at a time. "Oh, yes. They do look really similar." Celestia said in awe. "That is really intriguing."
"Right, except we don't have the same type of feet that they do, like we don't have the thumb on our feet so we can climb on some things or swing on pipes or ropes."
"Interesting. If only we had more information about humans in Equestria." Luna remarked.
"Well, I don't know if I can answer everything about humans. I may be the only human in Equestria, but that doesn't mean I know every single thing."
"Oh we know." said Celestia. "We understand."
"So, princess Celestia, and princess Luna, do you think you might think of something to get me back home at least? I really love this place, and I still need to think of whether I should stay here forever if i want to, but I got a family back in my home."
"We completely understand." Luna stated.
"Sadly we do not know how to bring you back to your Earth." Celestia added in a sad voice
"Oh. That's what I thought. I just wish that there was something to let my mom, friends, and other family members know that I'm okay. Oh! wait, I still have my cellphone." then he pulled out one of his most important devices.
"What's a cell phone?" Spike asked curiously.
"Well it's like a telephone and, there are such things as telephones in Equestria, right?"
"Oh of course there are?" Said Rarity
"Well, cell phones are like telephones on the go, so I can talk to someone whenever I feel like it."
"Ooh, that's very useful." Said Pinkie in her naive tone
"So, I just put up the number and see if I can call my mom on here." He put his mother's number in and waited for an answer after a few tones.
"Luke?" Said a voice from the other line.
"Mom? Is that you?"
"Yeah, it's me. Where are you, I was so worried."
"I'm fine, mom. I'm fine. I promise. Where i'm at. You would really believe me if I tell you this, and I promise you I am telling you the truth."
"What?"
"I wished on a star to be in a much cooler place, and my wish came true." He explained flatly
"What? That's not possible." His mother said
"Well, i didn't think it wouldn't actually happen either, but it did. I.... i promise you I am fine and i'll try to see what I can do to get back to you and the pets. In the meantime, please stay strong about this okay? I will come back to you and Logan. I promise you I will, and please tell Logan to stay strong too. Please don't be mad at me, and you gotta believe me."
"I.... i do believe you and I can tell by the sound of your that you're not lying. I promise you I will be on my best to stay strong. I know you can handle yourself. Logan, might not be so easy to handle, bu I will do what I can to make him understand."
"Good, I might tell my friends and my dad about this too. I don't want them to think I was killed in an accident."
"Okay. Please come back to me soon. I love you."
"I know. I love you too, mom. Bye."
"So how is she taking it?" Asked Applejack.
"Not so well, but I know she will stay strong." Luke replied
"That's good at least." Said Celestia. "Well, me and my sister better get back to our royal duties. It is nice meeting yoy, Luke, and I promise you, we will do what we can to get you home. In the meantime, why don't you enjoy the rest of Ponyville, and come to Canterlot for a visit sometime, and talk to us if you have any problems, alright dear?"
"Thanks. I'll get uses to living here for a while." Luke said with a smile, and having a thought of what staying in Equestria would be like.
"See you soon, your majesties." Twilight said to the two rulers
"By my little ponies. See you all later." Said Luna. In a flash of magic, they uses their horns to disappear possibly back to Canterlot.
"So, guys, I think I know where I want to stay." Luke decided
"Where?" They all asked "please don't hate me if I say this but I want to stay with...... Fluttershy."
Then the yellow pegasus' eyes went wide and a smile formed on her face. "Really? That is so wonderful. I don't even know what to say."
"What you choose is fine with us." Said Applejack
"We're not mad. We respect your decision." Said Twilight.
"But you will visit our houses again sometime, right?"
"Of course." Luke chuckled. "But I might as well settle into that cute cottage."
"Oh of course. Let me lead you back." Said Fluttershy.
"Se you in a little while guys."
"Bye Luke." They all replied to him, then Luke went out the door with Fluttershy to what might be his new home. |
Home is where True Peace and Love Is | Luke's new clothes Given by Rarity (Edited) | In the cottage, Luke was looking around the place again while looking and examining all the animals inside curiously. Some were a little skittish around him while many of them all started to take a liking for Luke. Some of them such as ferrets, badgers, porcupines, and more were sitting with him. The human was really enjoying it and petted some of them, minus the porcupines of course Fluttershy was fluttering downstairs and she noticed the few animals circling around him and sitting with him. He was a little nervous because he was worried at some degree that the animals might bite him or the porcupines might puncture him with their quills.
"Oh look, they already like you." said Fluttershy. "That is so cute."
"I know." Luke took a little heavy breath as he was nervous. "I never had this kind of encounter with these types of animals before, minus dogs, cats, lizards, hamsters, and other ones like in pet stores or farms."
"You alright?"
"Yeah, i'm fine. I'm just a little worried that some of these animals might bite me or something. and.... please don't think i am a baby, but.... i'm sensitive. You know, because of my autism?"
"Don't worry, Luke. They wouldn't hurt a fly. They never bite anypony. And there's no need to feel bad about feeling sensitive, I for one am sensitive too."
"Really?"
"Hm-mmm."
That would explain alot since the first time i met her, she was scared like hell when she looked at me. Well, I will try my best not to make her cry, I would hate to see that. He thought. Then he realized that he and Fluttershy might have some things in common of one another, their love for animals, and both kind. "I see. Guess that makes both of us." he chuckled
Fluttershy giggled adorably and replied "I agree."
Then a badger came up his lap like a cat.
"Aw, Stripe wants you to pet him."
the human slowly put his hand over the badger's head and slowly stroked it. the badger was really enjoying it and rubbed his claws against his shirt. Luke began to feel more comfortable than ever. The little creature chittered happily to him as he continued petting him.
"So tell me, Luke, how did you think you did meeting the princess' in Twilight's castle?"
"Well, I thought they are very nice and motherly to me. They have hearts of pure gold, I can tell you that."
"Oh yes. They do. And they seem to be having a liking for you now."
"You think so, Fluttershy?"
"I do. They are the greatest rulers in all of Equestria. They always know how to treat their subjects with care to all of them."
"Yeah, definitely better than politicians back in my own home world. They are nothing like these two were."
"Why do you not like these politicians?"
"That's a long story, and complicated. Besides, I really don't like to talk about. Well, I guess I should say that my country has a president and no monarch. And alot of people in my world don't like to talk about politicians anyway."
"I understand."
The badger slowly got off Luke, already done with him petting his head gently. He jumped to the floor and slept on a little bed next to Angel's.
"Do you have any pets in your home?" Fluttershy asked curiously
"Oh yeah. two dogs, and two cats. Well, one of my old cats, Felix, had to be put down because he was getting too old."
"Oh i am so sorry to hear that. I bet that he had a good life because you were in it." she said, softly comforting him.
"Thanks. He did. But i got a new calico kitten and she's very playful i'll tell you. My dogs are kind of big, but I can still handle them. I always clean up after them, and feed them and give them attention."
"Wonderful."
"But I always want to work with more types of animals. I mean i love pets, but I want to broaden my horizons, like volunteer at some place like a shelter, humane society, or a farm."
"I am glad you would really want to do that for animals. That means so much to me that you love animals and you would like to help them as much as I do."
"You know, Fluttershy, I think we have a few things in common you know. We both love animals and take care of them. We are both helpful to those around us. What do you think?"
"I think i agree with you. You love animals as much as I do, and also take care of them like me."
"I hope that wasn't weird of me to say."
"Oh no, of course not."
Luke smiled again. He really was starting to like these ponies in this world a great deal, and Spike too. He hoped that the other inhabitants of this adorable little town will all warm up to him as well, like Fluttershy, and all of her friends and of course, her animal friends. After all, he seems to be warming up to them already.
"Would you like some tea?" Fluttershy offered. "It's herbal."
"Thanks, but I really don't like tea." Luke replied. "I usually drink diet coke, root beer, water, sports drink, maybe some hot chocolate for winter too."
"I'm sorry, but I don't have root beer or.... that diet soda you just said. But I do have water."
"That's sounds fine. And don't worry, i'll get the water myself." he got back up from the couch with some of the surrounding animals backed away a little to give him space. Luke went to the kitchen and got himself a little glass and looked to see if there was a refrigerator. "Umm, Fluttershy, do you have any ice for the water?"
"No, i'm sorry." she called.
"That's fine." Then he just pored some water from a large bottle and drank it while still holding the cup. When he tasted it, it tasted way better than any ordinary water back home. "Why doesn't my world have this water like this? this is awesome." he thought. "So do you think it will take a little while for everyone in this town to like me like these animals do? yeah, you're friends think i'm cool and they are really nice of course, but what about all of these ponies?"
"Of course. It will not take a long time, i promise. In fact, why don't we go for another trip through Ponyville and introduce yourselves to some ponies and get to know them better."
it did seem like a good idea for the human to show his colors to everypony, and perhaps, it would be an opportunity to understand what these creatures are like and see how the live their lives different than humans more. There was so many things that Luke wants to see in Ponyville, and was very curious to see what else there is in Equestria, and if his wish he made was worth it. "I suppose why not."
"Would you like me to come with you and help you out?" Fluttershy offered
"I guess i could have you do that for me. Besides, it might be easier if you were with me instead of myself being alone while getting know other ponies in this cool place."
"Good. i'm sure that everypony will love you."
"Yeah, I guess they will."
Then the doorbell rang. Fluttershy answered it, and it was one if her closest friends, Rarity."
"Hello, Fluttershy. Hello, Luke." Rarity greeted. She had a pile of some clothes with her and looked like the types that Luke would be able to wear.
"Hello, Rarity."
"Hey Rarity."
"I hope I am not intruding, I am here to tell you Luke, that I brought new clothes for you." She used the magic from her horn to show the human his new garments.
He took a look and saw that to his surprise, she made jeans that were made with the exact same fabric and the right shape, and light blue. His shirts were were also perfectly shaped for him to wear on his torso, and had many colors, green, red, yellow, black, white, gray, orange, and others. Some of them had rock themed features like a guitar and such and others were just a little plain with nothing special on them.
"Well, what do you think, darling?"
"I love it! These are the type of clothes I need." He said, very impressed with the details. "They really describe me. Thank you so much Rarity."
"You're welcome, Luke. Happy to help a friend." She replied with a wink. "I suppose I might be going now. If you have a problem with any of these, please come and remind me, alright? And I will correct the problem for you."
"Wow. Thank you. I'll put the, on a little later and clean these clothes tomorrow."
"Brilliant. Au revoir."
"Bye Rarity, thank you for coming." Said Fluttershy.
"Of course. Always happy to visit you Fluttershy." Then Rarity went back to her boutique.
"Bye, Rarity." Luke said to her as she was walking away.
"So would you still like to go look around Ponyville with me later?"
"Yes, of course."
"Good. We'll leave in about an hour or sometime later."
"Okay."
Back in the town, Luke was walking with the yellow pegasus down a dirt road. Some of the ponies weren't as weirded out by him as much anymore. He was feeling more confident about this idea because of that.
"So, where would you like to go first?"
"Ummmm I don't know." He replied in honesty. "There is such cool things in this cute little town. I think I'll..... I'll look over-"
"Hey, Fluttershy." Said a female voice. They both looked behind there was a green unicorn mare and an earth mare with a b,us and pink coat and tail.
"Lyra, Bon Bon. I didn't know you were passing through here." Said the yellow pegasus.
"Woah, this animal looks even cooler up close." Said the earth mare.
"Bon Bon!" Her best friend scolded. "Sorry about her. She's just curious, that's all."
Luke laughed. "It's cool. No worries."
"So, we wanted to know, who are you, and.... What's your name?" Asked the green pony.
"The name's Luke. I'm a human from another world. And who might you be?""
"I'm Lyra."
"I'm Bon Bon."
"And we're besties!" They both exclaimed while hugging eachother like best friends would do. Luke's heart melted as he noticed this interaction
"They are so cute when they do that." He thought. "Nice to meet you."
"So what brings you here to Equestria?" Asked Lyra
"It's a rather long story, and complicated also. To shorten it out, I got sent here by a shooting star, and then, poof, here I am."
"Wow." They both said in amazement.
"So what can I help you two with?"
"Oh nothing." Bon Bon remarked. "We just thought we should meet you in the flesh and see what kind of creature you are.
"So what is it like in your world?"
"It's a little complicated also. Besides, it would be a loooong explanation of what my world is like. To be honest, it's a little boring there, while this place has everything I can ever ask for."
"That's good. Well, we welcome to you Equestria, right Bon Bon?"
"Right."
This made Luke really touched by their kindness and everything is just keep getting better and better like a new change is going to come his way.
"Well, we might be going now. We gotta go help our friend Derpy get out of the well again." Said Bon Bon in a little irritated tone of voice.
"It was nice meeting you Luke. We'll see you later." Said Lyra.
"Okay, see you guys soon. I hope you get your friend out of the well." Then he and the other four laughed.
"Yeah I hope so too. Poor Derpy." Lyra remarked. Then they two best friends went it another direction of town.
"They seem nice. Come on, let's see what else there is."
"Of course." And then they both continued down the road for anything that Luke would be interested in. |
Home is where True Peace and Love Is | More Touring (Edited) | Everypony was growing more relaxed and tolerable seeing Luke more and more often. The staring did still continue from some of the other inhabitants. But the human didn't care, because he was glad that many of them were getting used to him being in town.
"So, what kind of fast food do you have here, Fluttershy?"
"We have a place called the Hayburger down the street on the other side of Ponyville." She replied. "It's a rather delicious place to eat some hayburgers if anypony wants any."
"Hayburgers, huh? I can't really eat hay. It's.... not really fit for my mouth and it might damage my teeth, since I am not a pony after all."
"What kind of burgers do you in your world if it is not hay?" Fluttershy asked curiously
"Well.... they are called hamburgers, and added with American cheese, you get a cheeseburger for it. You see.... they are... how should I?.... no, I shouldn't tell you."
"Oh, but I insist." Fluttershy begged softly.
"Well, okay. To say it without frightening you, it is also meat. One, two, or even three grilled meat patties in a burger and it can come with cheese." He answered nonchalantly.
"Oh. I see." Fluttershy said uncomfortably.
"See. I knew you would feel squeamish if I told you this." He quietly cursed at himself without her hearing it. "Sorry if I made you sick."
"Oh no. You did not make me sick." She reassured. "I understand if it's a custom to your world to eat meat. And I do understand that you are an omnivore. It just surprised me."
"Oh, really?" Are you sure I didn't make you sick?"
Fluttershy nodded. "Don't worry, you didn't. So, I think we should keep going."
"Yeah, good idea." Then they continued going through town together. "Oh, and Fluttershy."
"Yes?"
"I forgot to tell you that in my world, we have humans that are vegetarians and don't eat meat. Only fruits and vegetables. Actually they can eat other foods like dairy or sweets unless if they are vegans. I thought it should help you feel better and not think of my kind as savages."
"Oh. That's good to hear. And I don't think you are a monster. What give you a silly idea like that?"
"Nothing." He replied. "I just wanted to make you feel more comfortable and less disturbed by food on Earth, well my earth, I mean."
"It's alright. Really. It's perfectly okay with me."
Luke smiled. "That's good to hear."
The human got a good glimpse of the city hall. Then an earth mare with white curly hair and glasses came out the door. "Oh! My goodness." She noticed the young man.
Luke was a little startled, and his heart pounded. His butterflies flew back in his stomach.
"So, you are the creature that everypony is talking about." Said the mare, walking up to the human to get a good look at him.
"Uhhhh, yeah. That's me. But, I promise you, I mean you and everyone else no harm." Luke explained as calmly as possible
"Oh i know, deary." She replied. "I just wanted to see you for myself, that's all. My sincere apologies, but I am afraid we haven't introduced ourselves yet." She cleared her throat "my name is Mayor Mare, and you probably realized that I run this town."
"Mayor 'Mare'. Hahaha. I get it." He recognized that little pun. "Anyway, the name's Luke. Luke Smith, miss Mayor."
"Well, nice to meet you, Luke" she said happily. "So, we are all very curious about you, you know?"
"Oh yeah. I definitely noticed that. Well, i would like to tell you about me, but I think it would take all day, and you probably have some work to do since you, you know, run the town, miss Mayor?"
She made a small groan and rolled her eyes while she replied "I do. I have so much paperwork to do, and you are absolutely right, I do got a city to keep." She winked.
"Well, we might as well be going now. I want to show Luke the rest of Ponyville, mayor." Fluttershy noted
"I understand, Fluttershy. It was wonderful meeting you, Luke. I hope you will enjoy your stay in Ponyville"
The autistic human smiled "i'm pretty sure I will. So, see you soon, miss mayor." Then they went back to walking around the town. This was turning out for Luke easier than he thought it would be. "So, Fluttershy, I wonder. Does Angel always have to be so.... what's the word, spoiled?"
"Oh no. Angel is not spoiled at all." she replied. "Well... most of the time, he's not. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I get the feeling he doesn't like me very much." He rubbed the back of his head, feeling a little uncomfortable and regretting mentioning that to her. "I don't know. I'm just saying is all. Sorry."
"No, it's perfectly alright, Luke. No need to apologize."
"Okay." Then he noticed a building with an old fashion sign like some countries that England and France above their doors. I had a quill and some couch of some sort. "Quills and sofas?" He said. "What kind of a place is that?" He thought it was a little silly combination in a store.
Fluttershy looked at where he was looking and said "well, I think might have notice, it sells quills, couches, bed mattresses, and chairs. Oh, and along with writing quills."
"Hmm. I like how many of these buildings are like old-fashioned and all of that."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, many signs in home where I come from are electric, and some big cities like New York have telescreens for advertisement."
"Really? Is it colorful?"
"It is very colorful when it's nighttime. The place is called Times Square, and it's a place for many people to celebrate New Year's Day because there is a large screen that counts down the clock when it comes, then fireworks go off, and everyone goes wild."
"That's amazing. You're world sounds like a very interesting place to see."
"Oh I agree." Luke said. "Well, not everywhere is a nice place, you know?"
"Goodness yes." Fluttershy admitted sadly. "There's a place next to Ponyville called the Everfree Forest. It has many scary and strange creatures."
"Really? What kind?" Luke asked curiously.
"Well, I would rather..." She gulped "not tell you about it. I'm very terrified by it."
"Oh, alright. I understand."
"Fluttershy! Luke! hello." Called a voice. It was Twilight and Spike, who was riding on her back so he wouldn't have to walk.
"Oh, hello, Twilight." She replied.
"Hey, Twilight." The human added
"We were just looking to see what you guys might be up to at the moment."
"Oh, I was showing Luke a little more of the town. He's growing really fascinated by it."
"Really? So, how is it going, Luke?"
"It's doing awesome. I met a couple of ponies and they liked me. Very friendly."
"That's good to hear." Spike said. "So what did you see?"
"Eh, town hall, the Hayburger, and Quills and Sofas. To be honest, I think that's kind of a funny name for a store."
"I know! I mean, what kind of store has those only two things?" Spike agreed
Twilight giggled "oh, Spike. So I kind of researched you in the library, Luke. I must say I am quite fascinated by the humans"
"Really? Wait, where did you look?"
"I actually been to a world that has people like you?"
"Spike added "me too",
"Really?" Luke asked fascinatingly. "You been to my home?"
"Well, not exactly your world, but it was very similar, and it was like how you would like normal lives everyday."
a World similar to Luke's that's connected to Equestria? Now that was very peculiar. "Wow.do- you think you can take me there Twilight? I'm very curious to see what it looks like."
"Well... Maybe sometime when I am not so busy, okay?"
"Oh" The human was a little bummed that he doesn't get to see it now. But he was fine with it. "I understand."
"So, we were planning on having a picnic together with me, Fluttershy, and our friends. Would you... Like to join us?"
"I would love to. When?"
"A little later on." Spike answered.
"Good. Good. I hope there aren't any hay in the food, because I can't eat hay. My mouth doesn't really have the kind of structure for eating hay or oats."
Twilight giggled. "Don't worry, you won't have to eat any of that."
"Good."
"Well, see you in a little while then. Me and Spike got to get back to the castle."
"Okay, see ya soon, guys." Luke said.
"Bye Spike, Bye Twilight." Fluttershy said
"See you later, Fluttershy." The purple Alicorn replied to her in return, then she went back to her home with Spike still riding on, humming whimsically as she trotted.
"Let's continue, shall we?" Fluttershy said to him. Their next stop was at a train station with a rather adorable train, just about ready to leave.
"Wow, that's cool." Luke said. "This train looks more... Happy than back in my world. Is it a passenger train?"
"Of course. This is where many visitors from Canterlot or other cities in Equestria come to visit often."
"Nice. Do you get visitors in Ponyville often?"
"Yes. We have many visitors arriving here everyday. Not as much as Canterlot, but we do get alot."
"Cool."
They both headed to their next destination where there was something like a building with a court jester hat. "That' a funny looking building." He remarked. "What is it, Fluttershy?"
"This is the joke shop."
Then Luke realized the hat and remembered hearing a joker like in ace of spades. Now he understood it completely. "Now, I get it. Joke shop as in 'joker' hahaha."
"Yes. Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash love coming here so they can pull some pranks if they want to."
"Pranks. Why do you hate this place?"
"I don't really hate it." Fluttershy modestly said "I... I don't like getting pranked. I'm sensitive to that."
"Oh. I understand. You know, to be honest, I don't like getting pranked and tricked either."
"Really?"
"Really really."
"That's makes two of us then." They both laughed at that remarked
"Yeah. I know." They went on to many other places to look at, the arcade, the bowling alley, spa, and other places. Then they decided to have enough, and sat on a bench to take a break. "Thank you for showing me this place, Fluttershy. I really love it here."
"Oh you are very welcome, Luke." She replied.
Luke rested his feet on the ground and relaxed in the nice fresh air. He looked at the castle in Canterlot on the side of the mountain under the sun. Luke could never get enough of the beauty. From the moment he first came here, he felt like an alien or an outcast to this beautiful world, but now he has began to understand that he has nothing to worry about. Well, almost nothing. He still has his family and friends back home, and wondered if they would be okay without him for a while.
"Are you okay?" Fluttershy asked
"Wha? Oh yeah, yeah, i'm fine. I was just thinking if all my friends and family back home are okay. I just hope they are okay since I came here. They probably all miss me so much."
Fluttershy put a comforting hoof on the human's hand, and said gently "don't worry, Luke. I'm pretty sure they are okay. Besides, you have your little phone with you."
"Yeah. That's true. Princess Celestia and Luna said they would figure something out, right?"
"Of course. They will do anything they can to help you. I promise."
"I know you do"
"Hey, Fluttershy." called a voice. They both looked to see who it was, and there was two pegasus mares that looked identical like sisters. One of them had a pretty cool hairstyle and it reminded Luke something a little rock n roll. With them were a black pegasus stallion with like a buzz cut type of mane. With him was a rather adorable grayish white pegasus colt with no cutie mark on his flanks, yet.
"Oh, hello Cloudchaser and Flitter. Hello to you too, Thunderlane and Rumble."
"Hey, Fluttershy." The sister with the cool mane replied. "We hope we are not bothering with you about anything."
"Oh no of course not." The yellow pegasus replied.
"We just wanted to meet this cool alien here." The colt said, looking at Luke.
"Rumble." The black stallion gently scolded him. "That's not very nice."
"No. It's alright." Luke replied calmly. "That's kind of the reason why i'm out here with Fluttershy, so I can meet new faces."
"Oh. That's good." The black stallion remarked.
"I'm Cloudchaser."
"I'm Flitter."
"Name's Thunderlane."
"And i'm Rumble."
"Nice to meet all of you. And um, Cloudchaser, right?" He referred the older sister of the pair
"Hmm-mmm."
"I hope I am not being weird, but I really like your mane. It looks really cool."
"Oh. Thanks. It's awesome ain't it?"
"Very awesome."
"So, what's your name?" Flitter asked
"Luke. Luke Smith. I know, it sounds a little weird, but it is my name."
"Well, nice to meet you, Luke." Thunderlane remarked kindly.
The human smiled "it is nice to meet all of you too. Now I know we just met, but i would still like you to know that I am not a monster. I mean, sure I'm from another world, but not, I'm not a monster."
Cloudchaser smiled "don't worry." She said. "We know you're not a monster. We've heard alot about you from Lyra, Bon Bon, Rainbow Dash, and other ponies around here. Besides, we like you already."
"Thanks that means alot."
"You're welcome." Flitter replied. "Anypony who is a friend of Fluttershy and her friends is a friend of ours."
"Right." Thunderlane agreed. "And yeah, you seem like a really cool dude. And that sure you wear looks really awesome too." Then the other three closely looked at his Appetite for Destruction shirt.
"Hmm, Guns N' Roses?" Rumble said curiously. "Are they a band?"
"Yeah, one of the greatest bands ever to exist. In my world, well I mean my world."
Cloudchaser and Flitter looked closely at the skulls of the band members. "They look awesome." Said Flitter.
"Are these guys like a rock band?"
"Heck yeah. A rock/metal band. They... Kind of broken up years ago, but now, they are back."
"Really?" Thunderlane asked "that's awesome. I really wish we can listen to them. They look like really good musicians."
Rumble added "me too. They look really cool."
"They are."
"Well, we might as well be going now. Nice meeting you, Luke." Cloudchaser concluded
"Yeah, really nice." Flitter added.
"See you soon, and we should hang some time." Thunderlane added
Then the colt said "see you later Luke. You're awesome." Then he gave the human a hug on his leg. He was experiencing a cuteness overload with this, but he liked it anyway.
"Thanks Rumble. See you all soon." Then the four went down the road as he and Fluttershy kept sitting.
It was a little later during the day, and Luke was just sitting alone out of the picnic rug while the others were eating their food. "Come on, Luke. Join us!" Pinkie said
"Oh, that's okay. I don't want to get in your guys' way or anything."
"Don't be silly." Said Fluttershy. "You would never get in the way with anything when it comes to being our friend."
Her words really touched the human "well... Okay." Then he sat in the group and he ate a few baegettes and thought it was rather good. He felt like going on a vacation somewhere in France or what not. "So, Twilight, I wonder. I heard about this place called the Everfree forest."
"What about it?" Asked the purple Alicorn.
"Well, Fluttershy said it had many strange and scary creatures. I'm just a little curious myself because I like cool things like that."
Twilight tried to think of what creatures there were. "Well, they have manticores, they are a-"
Luke gasped "manticore? They live hear?"
"You know about em?" Applejack asked curiously
"Yah, I studied a book of mythological creatures and the manticore was one of them. Please don't judge me, but I like looking at weird and freaky things."
"That does sound a little.... Unusual for me, but I will not judge you. I promise.
"Me neither." Said Rainbow.
"Yeah, we understand, Luke." Spike added.
"So, the point is, you must never go to that forest, you'll never know what you will find in there," Twilight warned
"Is it that dangerous?"
"Oh yeah." Rainbow added. "Very dangerous."0
"Oh, well, if you put it that way I believe you."
"Good." Said Fluttershy. Then they all went back to eating their lunch. |
Home is where True Peace and Love Is | New Day in Ponyville (Edited) | Luke was finished eating his lunch with his new friends out on the outskirts of town. He had to admit, it was really delicious. The zesty cucumber sandwiches and the fruits such as nectarines and root beer. It may not have had meat, but he was full either way.
"Hey, Fluttershy, thanks for letting me come with you on this shopping." The human said to her
"Oh you are very welcome, Luke." Fluttershy replied. "And I should thank you for coming with me. It made it more fun for me."
"So, how did you enjoy your food, Luke?" Twilight asked
"It was good. To be honest, I'm not a big fan of spicy food, but the zesty cucumber sandwich was okay for me."
"Good."
"Rarity makes the best zesty cucumber sandwich in all of Equestria." Rainbow remarked. "They never cease to make me smile. Along with apple cider. That Applejack makes."
"Hmm. They do taste really exquisite." He said patting his stomach. "It may not be something like Burger Ming, McDonald's, or something to do with meat, but still it was good."
"Brilliant darling." Rarity said happily. "I am so glad you liked my cooking."
"I do." Then Luke remembered something. Ever since he was a toddler, he has this... Problem sleeping at night and addressed "guys, can I tell you something?"
"Sure Luke, what?" Spike asked
"Yeah, tell us?" Pinkie bounced with joy.
"I.... I..."
"Yes?" Said Applejack
"I... Have a problem sleeping at night." He admitted flatly. "I always take some pills at night to help me get the sleep I deserve. I don't know if it's insomnia.... Or what."
"Oh Luke. It's nothing to be ashamed of" Fluttershy reassured "it's okay if you have insomnia. ,Amy ponies out here have sleeping problems too."
Applejack said "yeah, Sugarcube, as a matter of fact, Granny Smith has the same problem at night. Well, I think she has no problems with her afternoon naps, but at night, she can be wide awake like a rabid timberwolf."
Luke laughed "yeah, I know. I'm not alone, but the point is, do you all k ow where there are sleeping pills for me to take at night, or at least something to help me get to sleep?"
"I have some if you need any." Rarity said.
"Thanks."
"Of course."
"And I can see if the pharmacy has the pills for you." Twilight added
"That sounds perfect."
"Excuse me?" Said a female voice. They all turned and the human noticed a white earth mare with her mane in a knot and a nurse hat. Her cutie mark was a health cross like in hospitals.
"Nurse Redheart, hello." Said Rainbow
"Hello, everypony. Pardon me for eavesdropping, but I could not help but notice that somepony needed some sleeping pills?"
"Uhh, yeah. I do."
"Oh. My sincere apologies. My name is nurse Redheart, an employee at the Ponyville hospital."
"Nice to meet ya. My name is Luke."
"Well, Luke. It is a pleasure to meet somepony, or whatever kind of being you are like you too." She replied
"I'm a human, if you're wondering what I am."
"Oh yeah. I noticed word about you staying in Poniville." She remembered. "I hope I am not intruding, am I?"
"No no no. Of course not, Redheart."
She smiled. "Good. You see I have some sleeping pills if you want any of them."
"Really?"
"Hmm-mm."
"Oh, good. Perhaps I can pick them up tomorrow. Rarity already volunteered to give me some of hers today."
"Wonderful. I might as well be going now. I got to remove a cyst on Bulk Biceps' back."
"Eww." They all said in disgust.
"Yes, I know. But I nurse has got to do what nurse needs to. Duty calls. Nice seeing you again, everypony. Oh, and it was a pleasure meeting you, Luke. If there is something wrong or if you catch something, please do notify me and I will make sure I can help you."
The human smiled "thanks. Nice meeting you too. See ya later."
"Bye, everypony." Then the nurse went back to her hospital.
"She seems nice." Luke said
"She is." said Applejack. "She is one of the nicest, and greatest nurses in town."
"I can see that. So Rarity, do these pills really work?"
"Of course they do, Darling." she replied. "I don't really use them all the time to tell you the truth, but they still work."
"Good." Luke was starting to grow more atoned to Ponyville, even if it is his first day in this strange new world. It was getting better and better for him. This world seems more... Kinder to him than anything in his home world, especially the safest countries like Canada, Denmark, and all of those countries considered safest in the world.
"So Luke," Spike said to him. "Do y have any friends in your world?"
"Oh yeah, dozens of them. We hang out together and do some fun stuff like go to the movies or the fair if it's in town. Brad, is one f them, and he's in a band as a drummer."
Rainbow remarked "Drummer? That's awesome!"
"Yeah, you guys should hear him when the bangs the drums."
"Any other friends?" Spike asked
"There's Nick, Beverly, Dylan, Tyler, and some others. Oh, that reminds me, I think i should should call them and tell them that I'm okay later on."
"Good idea." Fluttershy said.
They walked a little down the road through the town together. "So, what is it like in Canterlot?" Luke asked curiously.
"It's a beautiful city to be in," Rarity answered in awe. So many wonders of high society in the capital and not to mention where the princess' live, but I think you know that already."
"I do."
"I lived in Canterlot before I moved here." Twilight said
Luke looked at her in amazement. "Really? What was your experience, Twilight?" He asked
"Well, it was a very peaceful city. I was Celestia's prized student before I became a princess."
"That's cool. You must have been lucky to be under her wings." Then he paused "literally. Haha."
Twilight laughed. "Right. I was very flattered and felt more lucky than anypony in the land of Equestria. Then she taught me about friendship and moved to Ponyville. I didn't really know what friendship was really like. Minus Shining Armor and you, Spike, but I didn't have that much friends."
"So, what made you moved here?"
"Nightmare Moon returned to Equestria, and me and my friends stopped her tougher." She and the others hugged eachother.
There was another new name for the human to hear about. "Nightmare Moon? Sounds like a cool name. Who was she?"
"She.... She was Luna, turned evil and corrupted." Fluttershy stated nervously
"Wait, really? Luna was evil?"
"Corrupted was more like it." Twilight explained. She was corrupted by a deity called the Tantabus who turned her into a Nightmare Moon. Celestia stopped her one thousand years ago, and Luna was banished to the moon for a millennia."
"Wow, but then that was when you guys came in one thousand years later, right?"
"Right." They all said
"I studied friendship on my, I mean our journey to stop her together, and learned how valuable friendship can be. So we turned her good again."
"That's awesome. That's good that you you did that with friendship."
"Very awesome." Rainbow added.
"Well, i think we should be getting home now." Fluttershy said
"Yeah, us too." Spike added. "I'm stuffed from the lunch we ate together."
Rainbow patter her stomach. "Me too."
"Me three!" Pinkie added.
"Well, see you guys later." Luke said
"See ya soon, partner. You too, Fluttershy." Applejack said kindly
"Bye Luke. We should totally hang out some more." Twilight said. They all said their byes for the day and all went home, with the human walking by Fluttershy back to the cottage.
At Night, Luke was gazing at the stars and looking for consolations that he would know in particular in Equestria's beautiful night sky and Luna's bright and shiny moon. He laid in the grass and sighed in relaxation. He already had his dinner for the day earlier: a salad with tomatoes, lettuce, and croutons and sunflower seeds, and was really delicious. He still wished he had a hamburger or a pizza for him to eat, but he knew something like that doesn't exist in this world, but he still enjoyed it anyway
"It is very beautiful at night, isn't it, Luke." Fluttershy said from behind him. It gave him a little bit of a startle. "Oh my goodness, u am so sorry if I scared you, Luke." She worried she might have made him mad
Luke replied kindly "no, it's okay, Fluttershy. I get that a lot of times. And yeah, it's very beautiful out here in the nighttime. So shiny under the stars and moon. You know, u have seen really beautiful night skies before, but nothing like this. But I think I do see some consolations like Leo the Lion, Capricorn the goat and.... that's pretty much it."
"Oh you know the consolations of the stars?"
"Yep. I know a lot of them. "Wait, you have Leon the Lion and all those guys too?"
Fluttershy sat down next to him "of course. I like to come out and look at these beautiful sights at night."
"Wow."
"So did you call your friends about what happened?"
"Yep, got that taken care of. I didn't really think they would believe me, but they did."
"Wonderful. Well, I suppose I should help tuck the animals now."
"Yeah." the young human got up and said "I suppose I can use the shuteye."
"What about your pills?"
"Oh yeah. I'll need some water for that. I like to take medicine while drinking water, or any other drink. I... don't really like the taste of it. Too disgusting."
Fluttershy then knew what he was saying. "I understand. Nopony likes the taste of those kind of pills, but they do help."
"Yeah i know. They will help me sleep, that's for sure."
"Hmm-mm."
Luke yawned and stretched. "So, can I sleep on your couch tonight?"
"You could do that, or I got my own sleeping bag if you want. You see, I knew you probably wouldn't fit on the couch, so I got you a really large sleeping bag if that's okay with you"
"Really? Thank you, Fluttershy." then he gave her a hug, then she hugged him back.
"You're welcome Luke. What are friends for?"
"I suppose I can sleep in that." He went inside and Fluttershy walked with him. He looked around and noticed many animals fast asleep already. They looked so adorable like this.
"Let me get you the sleeping bag." Fluttershy said. She went into her closet and pulled out a large sleeping bag for Luke to sleep in for the night. She gave a really adorable yawned and placed it on the floor. "Well, goodnight Luke."
"Goodnight, Fluttershy."
She smiled and then went upstairs to give her some shuteye after turning off the lights. Luke took off his clothes, minus his black boxers and went inside the sleeping bag. It felt really nice, and felt like he was in his own bed, even thought it wasn't really a bed to say the least. The peaceful atmosphere and the pills that Rarity gave him earlier. He thought of how much his friends and family miss him right now. At least they know that he just got transported to Equestria. He also felt lucky that they don't think he's crazy too.
The Next Day
The morning came for him and the birds were chirping. "Good morning, Luke." Fluttershy whispered in his ear. He got up and yawned. He looked a the beautiful morning light out the windows.
"Good morning, Fluttershy." he said in return, then he got out of the sleeping bag.
"Did you sleep okay?" she asked him sweetly
"Yeah. I did. Thanks for letting me sleep in this sleeping bag."
"You're welcome. Happy to help you out. How would you like to help me feed the animals again?"
"Yeah, I would love to. What do I have to do first?"
"We'll start with the ones living outside."
"Brilliant."
"Here, let me get out the feed for you to hand out." then they both worked together on feeding the animals outside. Many of them are starting to like him more a greater deal. Luke was feeling the same thing for Fluttershy's animal friends, well, almost every animal likes him. There was still Angel, Her spoiled pet bunny, who still doesn't really like him so much, but doesn't really hate him. The human just ignores him and just leaves him alone and leaves the feeding for Fluttershy to do.
Many of these animals that look dangerous like Linus the lion started to warm up to him, and was more like a house cat than a wild lion, a really large house cat to be exact. Luke always dreamed of getting close to a majestic creature like this one without getting mauled to shreds then eaten .
After the animals outside were given the food to keep them happy and alive. Thy went inside the cottage and fed the indoor critters
Fluttershy was really happy to have some help around her cottage and was really grateful to Luke for helping her out. "Thank you so much, Luke. You did a wonderful job."
"Thanks Fluttershy. I appreciate it." He replied. "You did good too." She lightly blushed from the compliment he gave her. "Well, I might as well use the shower now. Is that alright with you?"
"Hmm-mm. Anything for an honored guest like you." Luke was flattered by her words. He took a shower and got out fifteen minutes later to dry himself off. the human put on one of his new clothes that Rarity made for him, some jeans and a shirt that had a picture of a lion on it, looking rather majestic and lifelike.
"So Fluttershy, what do you think of rock n roll? Or heavy metal? I'm just curious."
"Well, it's okay. It may not be my cup of tea, but I think it's alright. It's better than hip-hop. That's for sure. Why do you ask?"
"I'm just curious like I said. Is that alright with you?"
"Oh, of course. I love all music, except hip-hop of course."
"Yeah. same with me. Where I come from, pop music sounds so horrible and is just noise. Trust me you wouldn't like it."
"Oh I know. Well, I tolerate pop if that's fine with you."
"Yeah it is. Everyone has their own taste in music after all."
"That's true. That's true."
"Well, I can say that not all Rock and heavy metal sounds evil. Many bands sound really good. Guns N Roses is one of them, Metallica, Black Sabbath, Black Label Society, Dokken, and White Lion and all of them. You might like some of them if you listen to one of their songs at least. "But I won't force you. If you really don't want to, I understand."
"Thank you, Luke. I really appreciate that." Then she gave him a hug of appreciation again.
Then there was a knock on the door. While Luke went to get himself a root beer from the fridge, Fluttershy was happy to see two of her best friends visit, Twilight and Spike. "Oh, good morning, Spike, hello Twilit." She greeted them with the upmost kindness.
"Hi, Fluttershy." They both said.
"Tell me, what brings you here on this fine morning?"
"We're just looking for Luke."
The human heard a twilight mentioning her and walked out to the kitchen to greet them with a glass of root beer in his hands. "Did I hear someone say my name?" He asked, then made a little burp. He covered his mouth in embarrassment. "Excuse me." He said
The three laughed
Fluttershy said "It's okay, Luke. You're excused."
"Good. So, how are you guys?" Luke asked the allicorn and baby dragon.
"Doing good." Spike said
Twilight stepped in and clarified "We are so sorry if we are bothering you with something, but we just wanted to see you, and we wanted to have some little time together with you."
"Oh no, you're not bothering me at all. And, I would love to. Not that I am not happy to see you guys, but what do you want with me in particular?"
"Well, we just want to know a little bit more about you. That's all."
"Like know about my kind?"
"Oh yes. And we want to know what it's like in your world." Twilight added
"I guess I can do that, but like I said before, I don't know everything about it."
"We know." Spike said. "Just tell us as much as you can tell."
"Good. That's what I needed to hear."
"Well, will you be okay without me, Fluttershy?" Then he thought about how much of a stupid question it was, and wished he didn't asked her that in the first place
However, he got a positive feedback when Fluttershy added "oh of course. I'll be just fine. You can go and have fun with Twilight
"Perfect. Okay, let's go."
"Perfect. Oh, we will have such fun talking to eachother." Twilight said excitedly. "We can talk about the books over their, the literature and all those peculiar things about your earth."
Fluttershy giggled as she saw Luke walked away with with Twilight and a spike right beside her. She closed the door and went to give Angel his monthly bath. This sounded like another perfect day for Luke in Equestria. |
Home is where True Peace and Love Is | Twilight's Curiosity (edited) | Luke was enjoying more fresh air outside as he was still walking beside Twilight with Spike on her. "So Twilight, how long have you been the princess of Friendship?"
"Oh my goodness, I can't even remember the correct year that happened to me." Twilight admitted. "But i'm still working out the flying a little bit."
Luke laughed softly. "That's good to hear." Then he noticed one of his shoes were not as tight as the other one. "Oh crap." He muttered. "Not again, why must this happen to me a lot of times?"
"What's wrong?" Spike asked
"Ah. One of my shoes needs to be tied again. Can we... stop for a second please?"
"Of course, take your time."
The human really hated to keep the two waiting like this, but they were perfectly understanding on why they were stopping. "If only I had shoes like Z-strap."
Twilight and Spike were a little confused. Of course they never heard of the shoe companies like Sketcher's or Nike. "Z strap? What's that?" The purple Alicorn asked
"It's a... it's a type of shoe that works faster than these stupid shoe laces. Shoe laces are the bane of my existence. You just strap them on your foot so you won't have to take a long time to tie them with laces. But, I think I am too old for them now. If only there were shoes my size that were the same."
"Oh."
"Ready to go, Luke?" Spike asked
"Yep, onward."
"Perfect." As they were continuing walking, Twilight asked "so, what kind of books do you like to read?"
"You mean chapter books?"
"Hmm-mm."
"Well, i am not really a big book fan. I read a couple of novels, but mostly when I was in school."
"Oh. What kind of books are there that you read?"
The human was trying to remember exactly, and finally he remembered the ones that he really loved. "Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, the Inheritance series, and I have seen movies of some books, but I don't think that counts."
"Movies huh? What kind of movies?"
"Harry Potter. It's about a kid who is a wizard and attends a school in the Wizarding world. Let's see what else..... oh, there is the Jungle Book. This one is about a boy named MowglI who was raised by a pack of wolves in a country in Asia called India, and he has friends like a sloth bear, and a black leopard."
"That sounds like something I would love to read."
"I wish I had some of those books but I don't. I'm sorry."
"No it's okay Luke."
"So I think it's your turn. What books are there in this world?" The human asked.
"Oh there are so many, I can't really describe them all."
"Twilight is a real bookworm." Spike teased, which made Luke chuckle.
"Oh Spike. Well one that I really one in particular is the Daring Do series. Rainbow Dash also loves them. It's about a pegasus mare that goes on dangerous adventures in temples and caves for treasure and escaping booby traps and to stop her nemesis, Ahuizotl."
"Hmm. Sounds familiar."
"Is there someone like Daring Do in your world?"
"Well yeah. I wasn't really a book series, but it reminds me of Indiana Jones. They are movies about this man played by the famous actor Harrison Ford, and he looks for treasure like Daring Do does."
"That's awesome! Does he have any arch nemeses as well?" Spike asked
"Yeah, but Indiana Jones is not really my forte to say the least. So I don't even know their names."
"That's fine." Twilight replied. "So what is your all time favorite book of all time?"
"It's a book called 'Animal Farm' by George Orwell. It is not what you think it is, I promise you."
Twilight and Spike gave a little confused look at eachother. "What is it really about?" the baby dragon asked.
"It's about these animals who were living under a mean, and drunken farmer then kicked them out, then they discover a tyranny among themselves: the pigs. It's a dystopian novel and an allegory."
"That sounds like a good read." Twilight remarked.
"Maybe to you, but I don't know about Rainbow, many people in my world don't like to talk politicians or political news and all of that. I think this place is the same thing."
"Oh yes, you are not wrong, many ponies don't really talk politicians, except when it's Celestia and Luna, but still. I really like the way you think Luke."
The human was touched by her compliment. "Thanks." he replied, slightly blushing. The three noticed they already made it in town. "So, now that we made it, what do you want to do?"
Spike and Twilight thought of what they should do with Equestria's very first human visitor. Finally, the purple allicorn said "What do you want to do?"
"Well, I am a little thirsty. Is there any place where I can get a root beer?"
"Sure, at Sugarcube Corner."
"Okay." All three went inside the pastry shop and the couple who ran the place were more than happy to see Luke again.
"Ah good morning Luke. How are you?" Mr. Cake asked
"Morning, Mr and Mrs Cake, I'm just doing fine. How about you?"
"Oh you know, just being happy making cakes, ice cream, and other dessert pastries that everypony can enjoy. Isn't that right, dear?"
Mrs. Cake giggled "oh, I know how you feel, darling." Then they gave eachother a small kiss on their lips. "Oh and good morning to you too, Twilight and Spike.
"So what can we do for you on this very morning?"
"Well, I was wondering if you had any root beer that I can drink. Twilight said you guys had some."
"Oh of course we do, deary. We have the finest root beer in Ponyville. Oh, and the Hayburger too."
"Good. Can I have a bottle, or a glass? However you serve it is alright with me."
"Perfect, one iced root beer coming right up." Then Mr. Cake went to fetch Luke the drink he wants, and pulled out a medium-sized mug with ice in it, like the classic A&W root beer would have. It looked very delicious and fizzy. "Here you go, Luke."
"Thanks."
"Oh, and here is a straw." Mrs. Cake added.
"Wow. Thanks." He took a sip of it and his eyes went wide, feeling gripped with the flavor. "Oh my god, this tastes awesome." Then he took a few more sips. It reminded him of Barq's root beer a little, which was one if his favorite beverages, growing up.
"Do you like it?" Spike asked.
"I love it!" After he was almost finished with his drink, he stopped for a moment, and asked "say, where's Pinkie?"
Then speaking of the devil, she popped out of the counter like a ghost next to Mrs. cake. "Here I am!" She said in her usual happy voice.
"Ah, good morning, Pinkie." The human said
"Good morning, Luke. How are you?" Then she slowly leaned her smiley face close to his, pushing it slightly. Luke felt a little uncomfortable since it is kind of violating his personal space.
"Uh, fine?" He replied with a nervous smile.
Then he felt Pinkie getting off of his face "Great! Hi Twilight, hi Spike!"
"Good morning, Pinkie." Twilight greeted politely
"Hey, Pinkie." Spike added
"So whatcha doing you guys?"
"Me and Spike wanted a little more time to spend with Luke. I'm just a little more fascinated with the human race."
"Wouldn't blame you." Said Mr. Cake.
Luke then gasped "oh hell, I almost forgot."
"What's wrong?" Twilight asked him
"I forgot that I need to pay for this."
"Not a problem, Luke. I knew this would happen, kind of, but still, I might cover it for you." Then the purple allicorn pulled out a couple of bits and placed it on the counter to pay for the root beer.
"Thank you, Twilight." Said Mrs. Cake. "Don't worry, Luke. You are covered."
"Oh. Good." The human felt relieved by this. Then he drank the last sip of his root beer and was happy that he had a nice refreshing beverage on this fine morning.
"Well, shall we be off then?"
"Yep, let's go, Twilight."
"You coming, Pinkie?" Spike asked her
"I would love to, but I can't. Work duty calls."
"Okay. See you soon, Pinkie."
"But Luke, bye guys." Then the others big their farewell to her and the Cakes then exited the shop.
"So now what should we do?" Spike asked
"Well, I think we can just continue you guys getting to know me better."
"Good idea."
"Oh and maybe we can see a pet store if there is one."
"Sure, but why do you want a pet?" Twilight asked
"On no no, I don't want one. You see I love animals so ,inch that I can't help but take a look at them. Besides, I already live in a house with lots of pets already. Although Fluttershy doesn't really call them pets of course."
"Oh we understand." Said the baby dragon.
"So sure, there is one in Ponyville. So why not?"
"Awesome. So tell me, how long have you guys lived in Ponyville?"
"Oh that we can't really remember either. We stopped counting after one year." Twilight chuckled sheepishly.
"For as long as we can remember." Spike added
"Wow. Sounded like a long time."
Twilight giggled "it does."
"Don't you ever get the feeling that time goes by slowly when you are in the middle of something you hate but goes fast if it's something you love to do?"
"Yeah of course. Everypony feels like that. We definitely get what you are saying."
"Yeah, who am I kidding? Every human in my world feels that way too."
"Exactly. So have you been to those seven continents in your world before?"
"No, not really. But, I might have said this before, I want to go to Africa someday."
Spike and Twilight remembered "Oh yeah, you did say that yesterday."
"Right. I just need some money and I need a passport, then make a plan on how long I will stay there and what hotels i need to stay at."
"That sounds lie a good idea. And what is a passport?"
"It's something to help you go to another country outside of your home country. And we use that because we take passenger airplanes to travel there. You see, since we humans can't fly and don't have any wings we take an airplane. And maybe a boat, but that would take longer than a plan would take you"
"What does it look like?" Spike asked curiously
"It's a little hard to describe, I- I'm not good at describing at some things if they are not really animals. It has to do with math I think."
"Oh, that's fine. Do you hate math?"
"Of course. I hate with a burning passion that it's the bane of my existence. Well, I am good at basics like addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, just not the really hard stuff like calculus, algorithms, and logarithms."
"Yeah, I hear you. Math is the bane of my existence also."
"No it isn't." Twilight said
"Oh, right. I do have some talents." Spike bragged. Luke and Twilight laughed.
"Anyway, do you have any video games in Equestria?"
"Yep, at the arcade not far from here."
"What about games you can buy for a console at home?"
"Yes of course. The electronics and music store has them for only fifty bits."
"Buts huh? That's the kind of money you pay in Equestria?"
"That's right. What about your world?"
"It varies. My country and some others have dollars as a currency while many countries have pounds, francs, and coins."
"Huh."
Then they arrived at the pet store and Luke was really amazed with the interior. So many types of animals as far as the eye can see in his perception. There were dogs, cats, lizards and other reptiles, amphibians and birds. Spike and Twilight decided to take a look for themselves. After all, no one can resist the sight of cute and adorable pets, even if they look a little scary for some eyes. |
Home is where True Peace and Love Is | Zecora (Edited) | After Luke was done in the pet store with Spike and Twilight, he continued walking with them. The human was ever so satisfied looking at more animals in Equestria. Then he thought of his own pets back home, wondering if they know that he just disappeared out of thin air to Equestria yesterday. "So, what did you think, Luke?" Twilight asked him
"I thought it was awesome." the human replied.
"Good." Twilight felt a little more proud of herself for showing this peculiar human what he would like to see in his first experience in Equestria. "So, we were wondering, do you have any pets at him?"
"Yep. Four as a matter of fact."
"Four? that's kind of a lot of pets." Spike remarked.
"Well I wouldn't say a lot. I have two dogs and two cats at home. Very nice animals to be with. I even wonder if they know that I am gone, and that they will be okay."
"Oh, Luke. I'm pretty sure they know your fine. Besides, you know there is nothing you can do to get back home now." Twilight then glared back at the baby dragon.
"Spike, don't say that." she reprimanded him
"No no. It's okay." The human said "I'll be fine. I'm pretty sure I will go back home someday."
"Right. So what was it that you love about animals so much?" Twilight asked curiously, changing the subject of the problem Luke was having.
"It just.... it just came to my very soul on the day I was born. I had this special.... connection with animals ever since, and see what many of them are like, both in real life and on documentaries on TV."
"That's good. Sounds like you can be a big help to Fluttershy." Spike noted.
Luke was flattered to hear something like that. "Thanks. I bet she is. So, what other cities are there in Equestria?"
"Besides Ponyville and Canterlot, there's Manehattan, Filydelphia, Appleoosa, the Crystal empire, and other places."
"Hey, that sounds like some names of cities that my home has."
"Really? What are they?"
"They are called, Manhattan, and Philadelphia."
"What are the like?"
"I never really been there, been Manhattan is part of New York City, the largest one in my home country. Philadelphia is also one of the largest cities in the US, but not as big as New York. Nevertheless, they might be so crowded and filled with crime in some areas. But, besides that, New York has the Statue of Lady Liberty, the symbol of freedom." He gestured his hand as a salute on his forehead.
"That's really amazing."
"There is a statue in Manehattan kind of like that, but it's called Mare Liberty, not lady." Twilight noted.
"Really? Did she raise a torch in the sky with her right arm?"
"Yeah, how do you know?"
"Because Lady Liberty has the same thing like that."
"Wow, sounds like your world is kind of like ours." Spike said in amazement.
"That's beyond me. Maybe it is equivalent to Equestria. But like I said, this world is beyond different then my home on so many levels."
Twilight and Spike knew that he wasn't wrong about that. "You said that your world has no magic what so ever, right?" The baby dragon asked
Luke nodded his head "yeah. My world can get pretty boring, Spike. Nothing against it, of course, but I just wish it can be more like this place. That would be awesome. No matter, I think I will like it here."
Twilight smiled "that's good."
"So have you been to Manehattan?" Luke asked
"Oh yes. A couple of times. It's a very beautiful city with lots of coaches and cars on the roads and many ponies walking by you."
"Cool. So, Twilight, how long have you been a princess. And Spike, how long have you been Twilight's friend/assistant?"
"Oh for quite some time now." She replied modestly. "It ain't easy, but I am getting the hang if it, especially trying to learn how to fly."
"And I have been Twilight's best friend and assistant ever since I learned how to do things on my own after I was growing out being a baby."
"Uh, no offense Spike, but are you still a baby dragon?"
"Yeah. I meant a baby baby if you know what I mean."
"I got ya."
"Oh, Luke. I forgot to tell you that there is somepony here that you would like to talk to and be with." Twilight remembered
"Really? Who's that?"
"A zebra named Zecora."
"A zebra?" The human thought. He knew that all zebras come from Africa, and maybe there is a place like Africa in Equestria. It might sound a little different than the second largest continent in his world, but it's the same idea. "Well, i would like to meet someone from.... where is she from?"
"Zebrica."
"Ah, that kinda makes sense."
"Yeah, you will really like her when you get to know her. You can ask her about her homeland and talk about Africa and Zebrica to eachother, and maybe mix potions with her." Spike explained
Luke started to grow a bigger smile on his face. "She makes potions? Like an alchemist?"
"Uh-Huh. Potions, herbs, and cures for any diseases that doctors like Nurse Redheart don't even know about."
"Do you visit her? Or does she visit you guys in Ponyville?"
"Of course. She always drops in town from time to time."
"And we do visit her occasionally." Spike added.
"Where does she live per se?"
"That part is actually quite dangerous." Twilight noted. "She lives in a hut that lies within the Everfree forest in the outskirts of Ponyville. It can be pretty dangerous in that place."
"What's in there?"
"Many strange and dangerous creatures and monsters."
The human started to become a little fascinated by this. He have been fascinated to cryptids and other strange creatures along with normal animals. "What kind of creatures?"
"Cockatrice, Manticores, cragadiles, parasprites, hydras, timber wolves, and others."
"Wow. I have definitely heard of the first two and the Hydra, but not parasprites, and Cragadiles. And timber wolves sound like any other wolf in the world. Just another subspecies of the grey wolf family."
"Oh ho, not these kind of timber wolves." Spike said. "These wolves are made out of wood, and have very bad breath that you can smell from miles away."
"Oh. I get it. timber wolf as in actually made out of timber as in wood."
"Exactly."
"And what is a cragadile?"
"It is like a crocodile, except bigger and has skin made of rocks."
"Wow, that's crazy. And parasprites?"
"They are a nuisance." Twilight said with a mild groan. "We had a little incident with them a little while ago. These creatures look really cute and adorable, but don't let that fool you, they are pests, they will eat anything, and I mean anything they can get their mouth on."
"God. That does sound crazy. How do you get rid of them?"
"Pinkie Pie knew about them before we did, and she played music with many instruments to draw them away from Ponyville back into the Everfree forest." She remembered something and became a little sheepish "And then it went on to another town by mistake." then she zoomed closer to Luke's ear. "Don't tell the princess' though."
"Don't worry. My lips are sealed. Besides, I wasn't there to observe that anyway."
"Right. So back to Zecora, how does she survive in a place so dangerous as that forest?"
"Oh she's a professional. She knows the creatures and animals in and out. So she is fine living there."
"Do you think I can meet her then?"
"Oh of course, but if you plan on going alone then don't."
"You'll never know what you will encounter in the Everfree forest."
"Oh, then I might as well take Fluttershy with me. She can take me to her."
Twilight and Spike had an uncertain look on their faces "I wouldn't be so sure about that." she said
"Why not?"
"Fluttershy is deeply afraid of that place."
"Oh. I understand. I would really like to meet her."
"Well, I suppose I can take you there." Twilight offered. Then without warning, a beam of rainbow came right out of nowhere, incidentally crashing on Twilight and Spike. "Ow... Rainbow?"
Yes, it was the self-proclaimed most awesome pony in Equestria it has ever seen herself. "Sorry, Twilight, sorry Spike." she said sheepishly, helping them back up.
Luke was a little spooked but a little surprised "That was kind of a painful landing." he remarked.
"Ah, hey Luke."
"Hi."
"Rainbow, what are you doing here?" Twilight asked in irritation. "Me and Spike were in the middle of having a conversation with Luke."
"Sorry, guys. I was just looking for Luke."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I was wondering if I can hang out with you." the cyan pegasus replied. "I wanted to know you more and I really like you, and I think you are really awesome, you know."
"Thanks."
"And I couldn't help but notice that you wanted to see Zecora, right?"
"Yeah, If there is a place like Africa in Equestria, then I might want to know more about it, and meet an inhabitant from that place. So, why not her?"
"Good point. Well, since you told us that you love that Africa place, I suppose I can help you going through the Everfree forest to reach her hut if you would like."
"That's very kind of you, Rainbow Dash, but I already volunteered to help him with that first."
"Aw, but I wanted to try my new moves against those monsters out there." she got on the ground, stood on her hindlegs and tried to do the karate crane kick, but she staggered and fell. Luke quietly snickered while Spike and Twilight smirked while nodding their heads in disbelief. "Ow, still working on it."
'Uh huh."
"Well, I don't know if I would need that much protection. I read about many monsters that live in that place. I think I will be just fine on my own."
"I wouldn't recommend it." Twilight said. "It is that dangerous."
"What about that sea serpent that helped us when we defeated Nightmare Moon? Steven Magnet, remember?"
"Right, but that was just one creature that was just friendly to us."
"What about the manticore that Fluttershy tamed when it had a thorn in it's paw on the same time we met Steven?" Spike added
"True. But still, it would be dangerous for you to go, Luke, since you are still very new to Equestria after all."
"Well, that's true."
"So, how about we all go. Fluttershy, me, Twilight, Rainbow, and our friends together." Spike suggested
"Okay, that sounds good." Luke agreed. "When?"
"In a little while."
"Okay, I might as well tell Fluttershy that."
"Can we still hang out together?" Rainbow asked the human.
"Of course we can, Rainbow. In the meantime, is there anymore questions you would like to ask, Twilight?"
"hmm, I think I asked you as many as I can about you and your world."
"You didn't tell me about it." Rainbow reminded.
"Right. Well, i think we can do it on our way to Zecora's if that's alright with you, Rainbow Dash."
"That's fine, but wanna hang out sometime like just you and me?"
"Yeah, one of these days, we will."
"Awesome. We can have a good time together, I promise ya."
"Cool."
"So you want an escort back to Fluttershy's?"
"No, I think I can find it okay."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Alright."
"See you guys later." he said
"Bye Luke." all three said in Unison. Then the human happily went home. He could hardly wait to meet this Zecora character that Twilight told him about. He was a little cautious about going to the Everfree forest if it does sound that dangerous as it sounds like it.
"Hmm, I think i'll be fine." Luke thought to himself. "Besides, These guys are heroes of this world after all. And I get to see really cool monsters that I wish exist in my world. That would be awesome to see these creatures. Hell yeah, That would be cool."
A little later on, Luke was telling Fluttershy about the plan that he, Twilight, and Spike made to visit Zecora in the Everfree forest. "Oh my goodness. I don't know if you should go. It might be too dangerous."
"Come on, Fluttershy." Luke said "I know you are scared of the forest, but you got me, and the others to keep you company."
"Well- yes, but I am not as scared anymore. I've been through that place a number of times and... i am pretty much used to it." Fluttershy admitted. This made Luke a little more relieved to hear that.
"Oh, but you can still go through it without any trouble." the human noted. "If you came in and out of the forest dozens of times, then I'm sure you'll do fine. Besides, Twilight told me of Steven Magnet the sea monster and the Manticore you just helped with."
It was coming back to the yellow pegasus. She remembered when she did help that Manticore out and then became a friendly, tamed beast. Then she remembered that other monster that he mentioned. He was rather kind to help them across the bridge to confront the princess of darkness that day. "Well, I guess you're right." she admitted. "Okay, I would be more than happy to come with you. Besides, I want to make sure you will be alright on the way."
"Good. Thanks."
"Anything for a new friend." then she hugged him gently. Then the door opened. "Oh, that must be them now." she answered it, and she was correct. Her best friends were there and were ready to go.
"Hey, Fluttershy, ready to go with us?" Applejack said.
"Yes. I'm ready." the yellow pegasus replied.
"So am i."
"Perfect. It's just right over there." Twilight pointed. Luke looked at the direction as he peeked outside where it lead to. "It was here the whole time?"
"Of course." said Rarity. "You didn't realize it before?"
"Well, I never heard of it until now. Like I said, I am still new here." He sung.
"Oh yeah. We forget." Rarity remarked sheepishly. "Anyway, onward then."
"Bye, critters. I'll see you all in a little while." Fluttershy said to them. She closed the door and they were off. They all stopped for a moment when they noticed Luke staring at it in awe.
"You okay, Luke?" Rainbow asked him
"What? yeah, I'm just fine. This place looks so spooky."
"Oooh, you're scared of the dark." Rainbow teased.
"I am not!" Luke retorted.
"I'm just kidding, Luke. Lighten up."
"Right, let's just move." as they were walking through the trees, Luke felt like he was in one of the Slender games, except they were just video games and not real. But this, is a different story. Nevertheless, he was being brave about it, and kept a sharp eye on whatever might happen. "Hey, guys?" he said
"Yes?" they all said in unison. "Who is... what's her name?.... Nightmare Moon? I heard Twilight and Rainbow talk about her, but I'm curious. Who is she?"
"Well... you would hardly believe it but she is... was is more like it, Princess Luna." Rarity answered
Luke was mildly shocked by this. "Really? Luna was evil?"
"Not anymore." Spike noted. "She was jealous that Everypony was active during the day and not during the night, so that's when she became Nightmare Moon. Then Celestia was forced to banish her to the moon for one thousand years!"
"Oh my god. That's.... quite a shocker. I wish I could have seen Luna like that. That would be really neat."
"I don't think you would want to." said Applejack
"She wanted to make the night eternal, but then we formed together as friends ans stopped her before she could do anything evil, and returned her to normal."
"Wow. That's awesome." then he heard a growling out of nowhere. "What was that?" he cautiously looked around his surroundings, so did Twilight and the others. They heard it again, then out of the nowhere, a manticore sprung out and looked quite fierce. almost all of them did a battle pose, except Luke who was too stunned to even move and Fluttershy, who suddenly recognized it.
Then unexpectedly. He playfully jumped on Fluttershy and licked her face with love "Oh, hello there." she said. "Yes, it is really good to see you again. yes it is. yes it is."
"Oh, this must be the manticore that Fluttershy tamed." Twilight commented
Luke was a little more relieved but kept his distance from him just to be safe.
"He must have smelled our scents when we came here." Fluttershy said, getting back up after the beast got off of her. "Luke, here is one of my friends, Fluffy."
The manticore studied the human and sniffed him with loud breathing from his nose. "Uh, hello." the human said sheepishly
"It's alright, Luke. He won't hurt you." Fluttershy said. Then Fluffy circled around him like a regular house cat would do, then licked his face, making him laugh.
"Oh look, he likes you." Pinkie said.
"Stop it." Luke laughed, then the creature stopped what he was doing and rubbed his head against the human's body. "It's nice to meet you, Fluffy." he said. the manticore made a soft roar of affection as Luke began to rub the side of it's body and under it.
"Yeah, look at him. He's really starting to grow attached to Luke all of a sudden." Twilight said.
"It's like they just met, and they already get along." Applejack added
"Well, it was nice meeting you big fella, but i think me and my friends should get going to Zecora's hut." said Luke
The beast gave him one last lick on his face and Fluttershy hugged the creature. Luke thought it was just too adorable. He definitely knows that Fluttershy has a special connection with all creatures like this one here. "Don't worry, Fluffy. We'll see eachother again. Back at the cottage maybe?"
The beast nodded and licked Fluttershy's face.
"Good." then the beast flew away to another part of the forest, and the others continued forward.
"So how much farther?" the human asked
"Not to far now."
After a little short walk, there was a large tree fashioned to be a house with rather intriguing decoration. Luke recognized this as an Africa type of esque. This had to be the place.
"Well, here we are." Rainbow said
"Perfect." Twilight knocked on the door, and it revealed to be a rather adorable looking zebra with a neck bracelet and her mane was in a shape of a mohawk. Her cutie mark was like a sun of some kind.
"Ah, hello my dear Twilight." she said in a noble African-like voice. "What brings you and your friends to my wonderful home's light?"
"Hi, Zecora." Twilight and Spike said. then the zebra noticed Luke who was looking a little nervous. It was unlike any other creature she has soon before.
"Oh, and who might this creature be? for this is the most peculiar one I have ever seen." the zebra added
"Um, hello." the human said sheepishly
"Zecora, this is Luke. He's a human, and he wanted to meet you." Fluttershy clarified
"Oh. A human?" she said in amazement "Well, it is certainly a pleasure to meet you. Do come in, come in." then they all went inside. and made themselves at home.
"So, I hope I am not bothering you with anything, am I?"
"Of course not, Luke. Meeting a new face never gives me a spook. I am Zecora, I come from a homeland called Zebrica."
"Nice to meet ya." the human said happily. "I really like your house, with the decorations and potions and all."
"Thank you. creating potions and elixirs is what I love to do.
Luke smiled
"So what brings you to my home? for you saved me the trouble of being alone."
"Well, I was just curious. You see, I come from a different world, and I got teleported here by a shooting star making a wish. I didn't think it would actually work, but it did. Anyway, there is a continent on my world that I am really interested in called 'Africa' and it sounds like your land Zebrica, so I thought I might as well meet someone from a place like Africa if that's okay with you."
Zecora laughed humbly "That is quite okay. For I am so glad you have came here to meet me today."
"Good. So what kind of potions do you create mostly in particular?"
"Many cures and potions that many ponies may endure. I create these potions day after day. However, I mostly lost track of what they are that it is a little hard to say."
"Right. That's exactly why I hate math."
"Yeah." Rainbow said, then he and Luke high-fived eachother.
"So tell me, young Luke, what is it like in your world that you came from before your unexpected fluke?"
"I don't know if I can really describe everything. But, what I can say is that it is pretty boring with no monsters or magical things on it. Nothing against it, but I just wanted to see something more exciting."
"I understand, for you must be really happy that you came to this land." Zecora remarked
"Yeah I am. It's really awesome. Everyone in this world is so friendly. Especially Princess Celestia and Luna. But still, I got a family back in my world and.... I hope they are alright."
"Oh that is completely understandable. Many family bonds are inseparable. Fear not, young one, for they will be fine under your world's sun."
"I know. I talked to my mom on the phone and told her what happened, b I don't k ow if she believes me fully. I don't want her to think I am criminally insane." He rolled his eyes in a crazy movement and mimicked the sound of a cuckoo clock while moving his finger around in a circle
Everyone laughed at what he did and thought it was really funny. "Your funny, Luke." Rainbow said
"Thanks. But still, I don't want her to think I am crazy."
"Nonsense, I am sure that your mother will not think you are insane, for your love and faith in you still remains."
"I bet it does. I might call my dad about what happened if my mom didn't tell him already."
"We'll wait outside if you want to head back to town." Twilight said
"That's fine, Twilight. Go ahead."
"Come on, girls." Then they all stepped outside of the hut to wait for him.
"So what can you tell me about Africa, the land that sounds like my homeland, Zebrica?"
"Well, it's the second largest continent in the world, and it is home of some of the coolest animals in my world. Lions, leopards, cheetahs, rhinos, elands, African grey parrots, rock pythons and other animals that many people might have seen but don't know what they are."
Zecora was more asked and it kinda sounds like a parallel to her home as well. "Very fascinating, sounds like a land that is very intriguing."
"It is. I always dreamed of visiting there someday. I really want to go to some of those places so badly. Do they have those animals I mentioned in Zebrica too?"
Zecora said to him "Oh yes. You are beyond right with that guess. There are many things in Zebrica to do, but of course, one of he, is escaping a predator trying to eat you."
Luke chuckled "yeah. I know. Are there any talking creatures besides zebras?"
"Indeed. Zebrican buffalo, rhinos, giraffes, elands, and wildebeests. There are quite a few more species to describe, but naming them all would take a long time."
"Wow. That's awesome. I really wish I can visit a place like that."
"Ho ho, visiting my home you should definitely should, that experience might bring you good."
"I know, I'm pretty sure it will. Then Zecora was noticing her cauldron boiling over a little. Luke went over and looked at the boiling liquid inside. Without warning an explosion cloud erupted. His face was covered in black smoke, but it did not hurt him.
The zebra rushed to his aid "Luke, are you okay? Please let me know with something to say."
The human spat out the smoke marks from his mouth. "I'm fine.... I'm just a little smokey." Then he heard the others come in
"What happened" Fluttershy said
"Luke are you okay?" Rarity asked
"I'm fine. I'm not hurt. I just need a towel."
"Here you go." Twilight said pulling out a random towel out of nowhere. He wiped most of it out of his face and shook his head violently. Making it completely clean again.
"Thanks."
"Hm-mmm"
"And no need to worry, a cloud of steam just exploded on me. Black steam."
"Alright."
"I hope I did not hurt you, for I wouldn't know what to do."
"It's okay, Zecora. I'm fine." The human remarked "just warn me before something like that happens. Either that or I think I should keep my distance.
The zebra smiled in relief.
"And again, I hope I didn't come here at a bad time."
"Heavens now. If you would, the I would have known."
"good point. So what was in that cauldron, anyway?"
"That would be anti-stress serum. For ponies who have high anxiety, this liquid will surely help them."
"Ah, I see. Well, I don't think I have any more questions to ask you about.
Zecora replied "that is no problem because you made my day, with our interesting facts that we did say."
"I know. I like you, Zecora."
"Thank you. For I like you too."
"So, am I welcomed to come here from time to time and we talk some more? I hope I am not being weird or anything."
"Luke, you are always welcomed here." Zecora said "I would love to hear more of the interesting conversations between you and me my dear."
"Awesome. Okay, guys. I think I'm ready to go now."
"Perfect. Let's go." Said Fluttershy
"Bye, Zecora. It was nice talking with you."
"I bid you goodbye, but you are more than welcome to come here from time to time."
"I know." Then he closed the door to let her finish her brew for the serum, and happily went back home to Ponyville. Mostly Fluttershy's cottage on the outskirts of it.
"So what did you think, darling?"
"She's really nice and interesting, Rarity."
"Oh yes." Fluttershy made a gulp. "Especially if she had to live in this scary forest."
"Come on. I'm here Fluttershy." Luke reassured by patting her back
The yellow pegasus smiled and said "thank you."
"Your welcome." |
Home is where True Peace and Love Is | Hanging Out with Rainbow Dash (Edited) | Luke was having a little walk with Rainbow Dash, whom he promised to hang out with after he was done meeting Zecora for the first time. Rainbow was really happy to be hanging out with the young human, for she really thought he was one of the coolest creatures she had ever met and seen. Am y of the townsfolk greeted Luke by waving a hello at him, then he followed after. "So, Rainbow, Twilight that you like this book series called 'the Daring Do' stories, right?"
"Aw yeah!" Rainbow said. "She is super cool and awesome like me, and would be willing to go on any adventure."
"That's what I thought. You know, there's a human in my world that's kind of like her. His names' Indiana Jones, and he explores many temples and ruins across the planet from Peru, to the Democratic Republic of Congo, to Columbia, to Madagascar, to India."
"Ooh, does he have any adventures like Daring Do? Like very dangerous stuff?"
"Oh yeah. But.... He's just a really famous actor named Harrison Ford. One of my favorite actors, actually."
"Oh. He's just an actor?"
"Yeah. Like I said before, things can get pretty boring in my world."
"Riiiiggtht." Rainbow agreed. "Yeah, I remember you saying something that." She made a little chuckle. "So, do you play sports?"
Luke made a look of uncertainty on his face "not really. I used to be, not anymore. I like some things like swimming, basketball, bowling, boxing, wrestling, fencing, that sort of thing if that even counts, but I really don't play any sports recently. Are you a sports fanatic?"
"Of course I am. Sports are my middle name. I can handle anything that comes at me." She boasted. However, she noticed something was about to come charging at her, and she got out of the way just in time. The thing stopped, and under the sunlight, it revealed a gray pegasus mare with two funny-looking eyes with some bubbles as her cutie mark "Hey, watch it!" She cursed
"Oops, sorry, Rainbow Dash." Said the mare
"Oh, hey Derpy. I didn't know it was you." Rainbow said, recognizing this rather clumsy mare.
"It's alright. That was all me." Her voice sounded like a buffoon of some kind, like she wasn't all that bright. "Hey, who's the white gorilla?" She noticed Luke
"Hey, he's not a gorilla, he's a human." Rails corrected
"Oh, sorry, human." She slowly hovered back on the ground
Luke chuckled. "That's okay. I was expecting that actually." This mare looked really adorable with her innocent and dim-witted personality. "What's your name?"
"Derpy." She replied. "Are carrier for Ponyville and Cloudsdale." She answered with her tongue sticking out of her mouth like Wakko from Animaniacs.
"My name's Luke, Luke Smith, but you can just call me Luke if you please."
"Nice to meet you, Luke." Derpy said. "Would you like a muffin?"
"What kind?,
"Chocolate muffins with chocolate chips."
Luke gasped "I love those kind of muffins!" He said with excitement. "Sure, I would love one. Are they for free?"
"Of course, silly." She replied with a funny laugh. She gave him the treat out of her basket, and he took a bite out of it, starting to like the taste and scent of this delicious muffin
"Oh my god." He thought taking another bite of it. "That's so amazing. Thanks, Derpy."
"You're welcome. Well, I might as well get back to the deliveries now. Nice meeting you, Luke!"
"Nice meeting you too, Derpy. Au revoir."
Then the gray mare flew off delivering mail once more. Of course, because of her ditzy personality, she bumped into a few chimneys and roofs of many houses along with some loose trees within town.
"What a peculiar type of pony." He said in his brain, then he continued eating his muffin. After he was finished, he asked Rainbow "so. do you know any of the Wonderbolts by any chance?"
"You know it. Their leader's name is Spitfire. Really cool flyer like me, then there is Fleetfoot, usually the one that is beside her in many cases, very nice pony. Finally, their is Soarin, the second-in-command for the team. He's the closest friend I have. And I forgot to tell you, I finally got to be a member of the Wonderbolts a few months ago."
"Really?" Luke said with enthusiasm "that's awesome, Rainbow. Congratulations on fulfilling your dream."
"Thanks, Luke. That means a lot." She remarked. "And yeah, I am finally a Wonderbolt. Not what I would expect when I first entered of course, but still I got in."
"Good."
"So what did you think of Zecora?"
"She was very kind and very nice. It was kind of fascinating of her to speak in rhymes. Don't get me wrong, I liked it, but i'm just curious: why does she always talk with rhyming?"
Rainbow was kind of thinking the same thing Luke was "that is a good question. I really don't know why. Despite that, it was nice of you to get to know her. She really likes you a great deal."
"I can't imagine why." Luke agreed. "I think my legs are getting a little tired. Wanna sit on the grass in the park with me?"
Rainbow stretched her legs "sure, I can use a little break myself.
"I guess even the fastest flyer in Equestria has her limits, eh?" The human joked
"Yeah I know." She laughed. They walked down through another path until they saw a rather small knoll within the park in Ponyville, and he promptly sat down on the soft, green grass, feeling comfortable. "So tell me, how are you liking it at Fluttershy's place?"
In a really happy voice, Luke promptly replied "it's amazing. It has many things I could ever want, make it an animal haven for me. Although I wish there would be TV to watch and video games to play on with an Xbox 360, Wii U, and maybe a PS3 or PS4 as icing on the cake.
Rainbow had a dumbfounded look on her face. "What are those things? The Xbox 360, Wii U and the PP3 and PP4?" She asked. Of course, she never heard of those systems since they are not in Equestria
"Actually it's PS3 and PS4, and they are different types of video game systems you can play on. Some video games are made exclusively on those systems."
"Wow, that's cool." Rainbow said. "I wish i can play those things."
"I know, you should. The point is, it's very nice to live in a peaceful house like Fluttershy's. No worries, no problems, nothing to bad to give a crap about." Then he thought of his friends and family back in his homeworld. "Although I still have a family and friends back home."
"Ah, Luke. I'm pretty sure they are fine. Besides, Celestia and Luna will help you with that, remember?"
"I know. I know. I just hope they are trying to stay strong without me."
"I'm sure they are." She winked at him.
The human smiled. "You're right. I should not really worry so much.
"Your friends know that you are in Equestria, right?" She asked
"Oh yeah. They know. I was worried that they would think I was so damn crazy that I would be put in the funny farm, if you know what I mean."
Rainbow did a cute laugh. "That's hilarious."
"Right. So what other books do you like to read?"
"There are others that I like. Not as much as Twilight of course, since I am not that big of an egghead like she is."
"Oh come on, just because you read chapter books, doesn't make you an egghead, or a nerd."
"Yeah, I know. Reading is for everypony after all."
"Right. I'm not that much of an avid reader either. I prefer to watch and hear stuff besides reading, you know?"
"Right back at ya. I am kind of a pony like that myself."
The two just laid back on the nice grass and looked at the sky together. They looked for any funny looking clouds that would look familiar to certain objects.
"So does your sky in your world look like this one?"
"Oh yeah, definitely. We can have rainy days, and snowy ones in the winter too. To be honest, your sky does look a little more beautiful than mine."
"Cool. You know I help bust clouds for some weather days."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if we were to make it rain or snow, then me, along with other pegasus ponies would kick some rain or snow clouds to make it happen."
"Wow. That's awesome. The way our clouds are created is kind of.... boring, since there aren't any pegasus ponies on earth."
"I can't imagine why. We also would form a large tornado in the lake not far from here to get to Cloudsdale to make more of those clouds for everypony in Equestria. One time, Fluttershy took part of it, and she did an awesome job at it."
"Really? I'll have to congratulate her when I get back."
"Definitely."
"Hey look, that cloud looks like a lion." He pointed to the sky.
The cyan pegasus looked closely and was amazed. "Wow, yeah I see it." Then she got a little glimpse of another funny looking cloud. "Look over there, it looks like Celestia."
The human looked and was truly amazed at how that cloud looked exactly like the co-ruler of Equestria herself. "Awesome." So on and so forth, They looked at other shapes of the clouds that passed through the skies.
"So, are you sure there are no monsters in your homeworld?"
"Well.... I wouldn't say that. I might have mentioned to you something called 'cryptids' before, right?"
Rainbow was uncertain. "I don't think I do."
"Well, in my world, cryptids are creatures that might or might not exist, so there might be monsters in my world. I know so many cryptids that I could name, but I don't know if you would want to hear it."
"Yeah! tell me! what kind of monsters are they?"
"Well I don't know if they even exist or not, but I'm pretty sure some of them do. They are all a mystery to researchers and cryptozooligists. To start, in America, there is a monster named Bigfoot in the rocky mountain areas."
The cyan pegasus snickered "Bigfoot? hahaha. What kind of a name is that?"
"I know, it's kinda ridiculous, but that's what they call him. His species is called a Sasquatch. He is one of the most famous cryptids in all of North America, and it went as far as the mid 19 hundreds. The first and most famous photo of it was caught in 1967." he got up. "They caught a picture of him walking like this." then he did that famous pose of the sasquatch."
Rainbow laughed "That's so funny."
"Right. So, he is described similar to a human like me, but he's bigger, and is all hairy like a gorilla or an orangutan. No one has ever caught him before. Well, there have been some reports of Bigfoot captured, but they turned out to be fakes and hoaxes."
"How?"
"Like they were just hoaxers in costumes doing that to get publicity and money, and that sickens me."
"That's just wrong."
"You think?" he agreed. Then Rainbow got back up. "But I know he is out there somewhere. I know it."
"Good. I would like to pick a fight with that guy." she made a few punches in the air in a boxing type of fashion. What other monsters? Oh, are there any in Africa? the place you told us about?"
"Oh yes. There are quite a few ones that I have read about. In western Africa, like in two countries called the Democratic Republic of Congo and Republic of the Congo, there is a creature like a river monster. It's a funny name so get ready to laugh."
"Okay." Rainbow waited to hear what he had to say and wanted to see if she will laugh her ass off.
"It is a dinosaur. I don't know if you are familiar with it, but is is a dinosaur that probably survived extinction millions of years ago."
"Wow. Yeah, I heard of them. We had them million years ago too."
"Really?" Luke said in amazement. "That's awesome. Anyway, the beast is called the Mokele-Mbembe."
Then Rainbow dropped to the floor laughing her eyes out. "That's a very funny name! HAHAHAHA! then she got up and wiped a tear from her eye. "I'm sorry, tell me more."
"Thanks. Now, he he a type of sauropod type of dinosaur with a long tail and long neck that inhabited the Congo river basin. It's a vegetarian don't have to worry about it eating you. His name means One who stops the flow of rivers in the Lingala tongue, which is a language that some tribes in those countries speak. I hope I am not boring you stiff with this, am I?"
"No no no, of course not." she replied with enthusiasm. "I love hearing this. This is really cool."
"Good. It's not really a threat to humans, and doesn't really attack anyone, but it does prefer to be left alone."
"Can't blame it. That's so cool,I would like to see that kind of creature."
"Another creature from there is called the Emela-Ntouka. It's either a triceratops type of dinosaur, or a species of aquatic rhino, because he has a long, sharp horn on his nose like one."
"Ooh. Now that is awesome."
"This monster has a large tale and is the size of an elephant."
"Wow."
"He lives in swampy areas like the Mokele-mbembe, but it doesn't have a long neck. His name means 'killer of the elephants' also in the Lingala language."
"Whoa."
"I know. Like I said, they could be real, or they could be not. They are total mysteries to scientists and people who study them like me. But, that would be so cool if they were real, right?"
"I know! Then I can fight them all, and take them on with my bare hooves! Hiyah!"
"I can see that." Luke chuckled. "So I think i'm ready to get moving again."
"Good. Wanna go play some basketball with me?"
He thought about it, and he said "Sure, I guess so. I might as well do some exercise."
"Good. Wanna race to the field?"
"Sure. Last one to the field is roadkill."
"Got it!" then they both ran towards the fields. Of course, Rainbow was running way faster than Luke was since almost any animal can run faster than humans. Except sloths, tortoises and turtles, but he still had fun anyway. |
Home is where True Peace and Love Is | Meeting a Chaotic Creature (edited) | In the park, a little far from where they were discussing about Earth's amazing cryptids, Luke and Rainbow were having a good time playing a head on game of basketball. Luke would have gone swimming if it was summer or maybe spring. Alas, since it was fall, it was too cold for him to swim in any pool outdoors or indoors.
"Come on, Luke." She said. "Show me what you got."
"You too!" It was a rather playful grudge match between them. Rainbow, since she knows that Luke cannot fly, decided not to hover when she was dribbling the ball or when he was, for she knew it would be foul play since he doesn't have any flying abilities whatsoever. Luke dodged as many times as he could from Rainbow to keep the ball from her, and was doing all his best to try and goal for the hoop, but alas, Rainbow got the best of him and took the ball.
She raced towards Luke's part of the field and Luke was blocking her everytime she was about to make a shot at it. He blocked lots of attempts with all his might, but Rainbow made her move, and the ball went straight into the hoop. "Aw yeah!" she cheered. "Go Rainbow! Go Rainbow!" she started to dance the warm in midair while she was hovering. This is exactly what Luke would expect, hence the fact that Rainbow had beaten him thirteen times in a row. He was no Michael Jordan, Wilt Chamberlain, or Lebron James. But he didn't care, because he wasn't into sports as much as he is into music or animals, or video games.
"Aw man. You got me again." Luke said. "You're a real pro, Rainbow. I'll give you that. Beaten my all through the rounds.
"Of course I am. I'm the awesomest pony in all of Equestria." She boasted again. She went back on the ground and stretched her arm to him for a hoof bump, or a fist bump to day the least since Luke has hands. "Good job, and good game Luke."
"Thanks." Then he bumped his fist with her hoof. "So what should we do now?"
The cyan pegasus made a cute yawn and replied "i'm pretty worn out. I think i'm gonna take a nap on a cloud."
"Alright. See you soon, Rainbow."
"Bye Luke." Before she went off, she had a thought. "oh, and you should tell me more of those cryptids or monsters, whatever you call them to me and my friends, they would be really fascinated to hear about them."
"yeah, they are called Cryptids. and i would love to share my knowledge of those mysterious creatures."
"good, see ya."Then she flew off with great speed, leaving Luke amazed by her flight as he would usually be. He took his little basketball and decide to go back to Fluttershy's cottage. On the road, he was happy to see everypony in town was as happy as he was. He looked at the castle and the whole town in Canterlot on the side of the mountain north of where Ponyville is. He wondered if he would be able to see the capital of Equestria itself. He sighed at the beauty of the city.
"Howdy, Luke." Said a cowgirl voice. He turned around and saw Applejack coming to greet him.
"Oh, hey Applejack. What's up?"
"I was just looking for you to ask ya if you wanted to help me with my farm tomorrow."
Luke's eyes went wide. "Of course. I would love too. I might as well tell Fluttershy that when I get back."
"Good. I knew you would say yes since you love animals so much."
"I do. I was born an animal lover, and I'll die an animal lover."
Applejack chuckled "that's good. So what's with the basketball?"
"Oh, I was just hanging with Rainbow Dash and we played a few friendly games together. She beat me at everything, I'll tell you that. She is a pro."
"Wouldn't blame you. Rainbow is quite an athlete. Of course she can get carried away, just so you would know. She didn't rub it in your face too much, did she?"
"Well, she was kind of an..... Ego maniac sometimes, but no. She didn't hurt my feelings. She said that it was a good game."
"Oh, good. Rainbow is gifted in her sporting abilities."
"Yeah, she is. So anyway, what kind of work is there to do at Sweet Apple Acres?" He asked curiously. "Helping with pigs, sheep, goats, chickens, and all of that?"
"Uh-huh. All of those things that have to do with farming. Along with picking apples from Sweet Apple Orchard. Those are were all the apples in Ponyville come from. Big Mac, and Applebloom can help out too."
"Nice. Well, see you tomorrow then."
"Bye, Luke. And if you don't want to help out, I understand. Just let me know today or tomorrow if you decided you don't want to help, and we will not take it badly at all."
"Of course I want to help you all out. I promise you."
"Good. See ya." Then they both parted ways. Now Luke can help animals more than he would be able to do than before when he first came here to Equestria. He was walking back to the cottage with the thought of being more helpful to his new friends than ever. Things are definitely going his way, even if everyone can't have their own way all the time, he knew something that he did not want would happen. But he didn't worry about it too much and decided to just be happy with the here and now events.
"My friends are gonna be there too." He sang "I'm on the Highway to Hell. Highway to Hell." He was halted when he heard another voice call to him
"Hey, stranger!" He turned around again and saw a rather small colt, smaller than a lot of foals here in Ponyville that is. He was white with patches of brown spots.
"Oh. Hi" Luke greeted. "What can I help you with, kid?"
"Sorry to bother you, I was want to get to know you. That's all."
"It's okay, you're not bothering. I'm learning to make new friends in Equestria anyway."
"Oh really? Good. My name is Pipsqueak from Trottingham, but you can just call me Pip." He introduced himself. He was talking in a rather British-type of accent, hence the name of the town Trottingham that sounded like the city that Robin Hood took place called Nottingham.
"I'm Luke. Luke Smith, but Luke is my first name, so you can call me that. Nice to meet you, Pip."
"Nice to meet you too, Luke." Pip replied with a smile. "So how long have you been here?"
"A number of days. You see, I came here through a shooting star from my home world, Earth."
"You got here just by making a wish?"
"Ironically, yes. I didn't think it would actually work, but it did anyway."
"Why would you think it wouldn't work?" Pip asked him a little confused
"Well, because..... There is no magic in my world like this one."
"That's boring." Pip remarked. "What good would the world be without any magic at all? A world with total boredom is what it would be."
"I know right." Luke agreed. "This world is definitely more fun than back home. I am rather glad to be here, but I still have a family and friends that are worried about me."
"Oh. that's not good. they might be worried about you." pip remarked with sympathy,
"it's alright. i can handle myself. they just need to stay strong."
"good. Wait, how did you came here from that star if there was no magic?" Indeed, it was a mystery how he would even get here if there was no sign of magic.
"That's a good question. I don't know. Princess Celestia and Luna are working on it?"
"You know them?"
"Of course. They were curious about me too. As a matter of fact, I think everypony around here is, since they have never seen a human in Equestria before"
"Human?"
"Yep. That's the kind of creature I am."
"Wow. That's cool. So where are you staying?"
"At Fluttershy's cottage. That's where I will stay until I can possibly get back in my homeworld. Besides, this world seems so much better than mine. Having magic, monsters, the peace, everything."
Pip knew he was right, even though he didn't even step foot on the human's world, he would agree that this world is much more fun. "I think you're right."
"Well, I might as well be getting back to Fluttershy's cottage now. Awesome meeting you, Pip."
"Nice meeting you too, Luke." The colt happily replied. "I should get back to my home too, my mum is making me zesty cucumber sandwiches for supper." He licked his lips.
"See you soon." Then the colt happily ran back to his house for supper. "Such a nice kid." He thought. Now he went back to Fluttershy's place. Everypony was absolutely nice to him like he was a special guest, not only to Twilight, her friends, or the princess' but to anyone. Now he felt the confidence of finding new friends in Equestria getting bigger and bigger, making him happier. He didn't have much fun playing basketball like that for years, and thought that it was a blast that he just did it again.
When he made it back to the cottage, he was happy to be back home, or his temporary home to say the least. He opened the door and was caught by surprise to see a weird and odd looking creature with Fluttershy. He had many animal parts on him, like some kind of robot parts or something. A pony's head, lion's paw, Dragon's arm, and some other body parts. "Uhh, hello." He said, taken aback by this strange being
"Oh, Luke. Hello. How was it with you and Rainbow Dash?" She asked the human, happy to see him back in the cottage.
"Hey, Fluttershy. It was very fun."
"Oh you must be this... Human that I have heard of." Said the creature. He had a regal voice like a Kelsey Grammer type of accent, or kind of like David Hyde Pierce a little. He disappeared and then reappeared in front of the human, startling him. "Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Discord, the master of Chaos, at your service." Then he shook Luke's hand hardly.
"Nice to meet you, Discord." The human said uncomfortably. Despite that little awkward moment, he was rather fascinated by this strange monster. "My name is Luke."
"A pleasure to meet you too, Luke." He replied he bowed in respect to the human. "Here, have a mug of iced root beer." Then he created the drink out of thin air and gave it to him
The human gasped with joy. "Wow, thanks," and he drank the first sip
"You are very welcome Luke."
"Discord and I was just having our Tuesday tea together." Fluttershy said to Luke. "Would you like some more Darjeeling, Discord."
"Oh but of course, my dear Fluttershy. Have another round on me, please." Then he changed into a rather formal tuxedo with a snap of his finger with a monocle over his right eye, slurping his hot tea like a gentleman would do it with his pinky out.
"So, Fluttershy. I wanted to tell you something." Luke said, sitting on the couch with her.
"Sure, what is it?"
"Applejack came to me not too long ago and asked me if I would like to help her out with the animals at Sweet Apple Acres with her and her family tomorrow."
"Oh, that's wonderful." She congratulated him. "Thank you for letting me know."
"You won't mind me being a little gone again, do you?"
"Of course not. I want you to be out there making new friends in Ponyville." She remarked. "Can you just help me with the animals breakfasts' tomorrow, first?"
"Sure. Anything for you, Fluttershy."
"Oh Luke, you never let me down." She said happily. "I am so glad to have you stay here with me."
The human was touched by her kind words. "Thanks, Fluttershy. I'm honored to be here."
Discord was having a little sense of jealousy within himself, but he didn't want to hurt Luke. He seems like a nice young human, and he had changed his evil ways, especially the time he tried to send Tree Hugger, another friend of Fluttershy, to another realm out of jealousy. He let the negativity within him go and said "well, why don't you have a seat. We have so much more to talk about my, boy."
"Sure."
"So how do you like your stay in Equestria? Per ce?"
"I love it! It's a little better than my homeworld. It has magic, monsters, more peace on some terms and has everything I could ever want. Not what I expected, but still, I love it!"
"Good. Good. Have to been here long?"
"For a little while to say the least. I have been here for quite a few days from a shooting star and I got transported here by making a wish for me to be in a better world, and here I am now."
"Riser unusual, yet fascinating." Discord remarked. "Well, I like you, Luke. You seem like an intriguing young lad." Then he gave him a pat on his back
"Ow!" Luke exclaimed "that was a little bit too hard."
"Oops sorry."
"It's okay. Just please be more careful. You see, please don't laugh at me, but..... I'm a little sensitive."
"Oh. I understand." Then he pulled Luke close to him, invading the human's personal space. "There is no shame in it."
"Oh yes. We all have our flaws." Fluttershy added
"Yeah, I guess nobody's perfect, especially if they are ponies from Equestria. Or..... Or..... What are you exactly, Discord?"
"What? Oh, I am a Drancequus. That is my species, thank you."
"Right."
"Well, I should be getting back home now. I got lots to do around the house, creating molds on the ceilings, and puking on the stairs."
Luke was a little grossed out by this. "No offense, but you are one of the weirdest type of person I have met and seen in my entire life."
"Hahaha! No offense taken, my boy. I take great pride in being unusual actually. Anyway, Au revoir." Then he disappeared again, back go his house wherever it may be.
"That was kind of cool." Luke said. "I like this guy. He seems fun."
"Oh I know. He can be really funny." Fluttershy said
"Here here."
"Well, would you like to help me give the critters their supper and maybe give them a bath too? I could use a little extra pair of hooves- I mean hands, right?"
"Right." Luke replied with a smile. "Sure. Like I said, anything for you, Fluttershy."
"Wonderful." Then they both went into the cupboard and got out a variety of goodies that consisted of bird feed, fruits and veggies and others. "Now, remember not to feed them too much, okay?"
"Got it. Just tell me when to stop feeding them, alright?"
"Okay." Then they both went to work with the supper feeding. They all the animals knew what was going to happen and they were excited. They all crowded around Luke and Fluttershy and begged for the food to be handed down to them. Some of them even tried to climb on Luke's legs like a bunch of cats wanting attention
Luke chuckled. "Alright alright. Just settle down you guys. My god." The he began to pour the bagged food to some of the critters.
After a few seconds, Fluttershy kindly told him to stop. "That's enough." She said. "Now we move on to the birds inside."
"Sure."
While the animals on the ground were eating their food, Fluttershy and Luke, one at a time, feed some of the bird feed on the houses and perches, making the, all happy. Some of them even perched on Luke's head and shoulders.
"Yes, I know. You're welcome." Luke laughed. "That tickles. They all flew off of hi. To eat some of their supper now.
"Now we just feed the rest, and five them all their baths after they are finished eating." Fluttershy instructed.
"Good."
"Oh, and we can start with Angel Bunny as the first one to have his bath." The white rabbit gasped in horror, and collapsed on the floor, too shocked to even say anything.
Luke chuckled and said to himself under his breath "oh Angle." Then they both went outside to continue the feeding to the outdoor critters outside the cottage. It would be good practice for him to help with Applejack's animals tomorrow at the farm, for they might need as much helping hands as they can get with him helping the apple family. |
Home is where True Peace and Love Is | New Farmboy (Edited) | The next day, Luke was still asleep in his underwear under his sleeping bag. It was nine in the morning, but he was too deep in his dreams to even notice that. Then, his eyes clamped open, remembering what he would do on this fine morning. "Oh my god, I don't wanna be late and keep Applejack waiting." He thought out loud to himself.
"Oh, good morning, Luke." Fluttershy said kindly to him, noticing that he had just woken up.
"Morning, Fluttershy." The human replied to her in a yawn. Then he noticed his breakfast that consisted of an egg, tomato and lettuce sandwich on a plate, next to it was a glass of orange juice to drink from. "Am I too late for Applejack?"
"No silly." The yellow pegasus giggled. "I fixed your breakfast, just the way you want it to be."
"Yeah, I can see that." Then he went over to eat his food to get ready for a new day " the sandwich was at perfection for his taste buds and so was the juice.
Fluttershy then asked him curiously "So, did you have any good dreams in your sleep?"
"Yep. But, I'd rather prefer if I didn't tell you about them. I mean- it's personal, and-"
"Oh I understand perfectly. You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. I was just asking, that's all."
"It's okay, I know you're just asking. No biggy." Then he took one last bit of his sandwich.
"Oh my goodness, you already ate it?" The yellow pegasus said in surprise noticing that the food she made him was already gone in an instant. It was like every time she was talking to Luke and having conversations, the sandwich would already disappear out of sight. "You must have been hungry, haven't you?"
"Very hungry." Then he made a burp. "Excusez-moi." He said, patting his belly. "So how about I help you with everyone around here, then I go to Applejack's to help her out. Alright?"
"Of course. Thank you so much for helping me, Luke."
"You're welcome, Fluttershy." He replied with a smile. Then he sniffed his armpit and had a look of mild disgust "and maybe take a little shower after this. Ugh."
Flutterhsy adorably laughed at what he said "no worries." They started with the usual steps, feeding the ones inside before the outside critters.
The birds all chirped happily after Luke poured some feed into their little birdhouses and flew onto both his shoulders "ah, you're welcome guys." Luke said to them.
He was a little under pressure by the animals crowding around him, just begging for some food. Nevertheless, he filled pretty much of their food bowls and a fluttershy fed the other half. He heard a loud thumping on the ground and saw the spoiled bunny himself, Angel, who was looking quite impatient
Luke groaned "alright alright, just relax." Then he poured the special food for his own personal food bowl. "Happy?" He asked the bunny
The white rabbit nodded happily and started eating like a pig than any Lagomorph would eat like. Luke rolled his eyes in slight irritation, but he was happy to feed him anyway cause a fluttershy loved him so much.
He and Fluttershy made an excellent team at animal care and he even thought that he should have been doing this a long time ago. While everu critter was eating their breakfast inside, the two went outside. Fluttershy fed one half of the group, and Luke fed the other. Linus the lion rubbed his face against his side like a house cat would do.
"Yes, I know you're happy, Linus." Luke said to him.
The lion made a low roar at him in reply.
"You're welcome." Then he felt another big cat running against his back. He turned around to see the slightly larger, Tyler the white tiger, also looking quite happy and behaving like a house cat. "Ah, come here, Tyler." Luke said. He petted the tiger multiple times and Linus at once not to make him jealous."
"Aww, isn't that sweet?" Fluttershy said, noticing the cuddling.
"Hey, Fluttershy?"
"Yes?"
"I'm curious about the Discord guy. When I first met him and when I was talking to you, he sounded a little jealous of me. I don't know for sure, call it a hunch."
Fluttershy thought about yesterday, and did notice a slight touch of envy on the Drancequus yesterday after Luke got back from spending time with Rainbow Dash "well, Discord is still trying to know more about friendship from me. You see, he was evil once, but now he's good."
"Yep. That would all make sense to me now."
"But he was happy to have met you mostly. So, don't worry about him, he can be a real sweetheart when you know him."
As Luke put away the feed, he remarked "maybe you're right. One of these days I might spend a little time with him if he comes here again"
"Wonderful idea. He is always more than willing to spend time with me. I am his best friend after all."
Luke smiled "well, I should take that shower now, and go help Applejack after that."
"Of course. Go right ahead and use my bathroom." Fluttershy kindly offered.
"Thanks." The young human wiped his forehead of sweat from the work he did, went inside, and promptly went to the bathroom to clean himself off for the new day.
After the shower back in the cottage, Luke was walking through Ponyville and was halfway there to the Sweet Apple Acres farm. He remembered the way back there when Fluttershy went to introduce him to Twilight, Rarity, Applejack, Spike, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and the Apple family who lived there for he had a very good memory of many things once he sees them.
He remembered the path that was the same one as Fluttershy and him walked on, and he was correct, he could see the beautiful farm just right in front of him within yards.
"Ah, there it is." he thought to himself. "Just as I thought it would be at." He smelled the nice and clean air of the whole farm. He humbly stepped through under the arch that was the entrance to the whole area. The fields of golden corn were blooming in the plantation area. He could be at this beautiful piece of land for hours.
"Howdy, Luke." Applejack called in a distance. "You made it." Next to her was her older brother, Big Macintosh.
"Hi guys." Luke greeted. "I told you I would be here." Winona barked happily to see him a second time, which was unusual because the first time she met him, she was very cautious and careful around him. "Oh come here Winona." He was tackled when the dog pounced on his chest and licked his face multiple times "stop that!" He chuckled. Then Winona got off of him.
"She's just happy to see you." Said Applejack.
"Right, well I'm happy to make it here on this fine morning."
"Good. We are so glad that you did."
"Eeyup. Definitely." Big Mac remarked.
"Awesome. So.... what should I do first? bring it on." Luke boldly remarked.
"Well, you can help us feed the pigs if you'd like." Big Mac remarked.
Luke made a silly gasp "Oh my god, I love pigs!" he said.
"Then the pigs will like you." Applejack said with a wink. "So they are right over there, and me and Big Mac can get the feed so we can get started."
"Cool." When they got the feed, Luke asked the two siblings "so where is your little sister..... Applebloom, right? One of the...... Cutie Mark Crusaders."
"Eeyup. That's right." Big Mac answered.
"Applebloom is already done with her chores." Applejack added "Feedin' the chickens."
"Ah, good."
"Hi, Luke." said three filly voices all at once. He turned and saw Applebloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle themselves.
"Speak of the devil." Luke mumbled with a smirk. "Hi girls."
"You made it, Luke." said Applebloom.
"I wouldn't of missed it. Just about to feed the piggies."
"Cool." said Scootaloo. "How was Rainbow Dash yesterday?"
"Awesome."
"Got the feed." said Big Mac, carrying two bags over him. Luke thought to himself that this farm was lucky to have a wall of muscle like Big Macintosh around to help with the work. "You guys ready?"
"Yep." Said Luke and Applejack in unison. The three went over to the pig pen and Luke was very intrigued by how many pigs there were. Many breeds big and small, Yorkshire, Landrace, Berkshire, Gloucestershire old spots, pot-bellies, durocs, and so many other types of pigs. Indeed, he was quite fascinated by them "Hey Applejack, I know this sounds like a stupid question because I'm a man, but are any of these pig aggressive?"
"Oh no. These pigs are real sweethearts, especially Lil Pigginton over there."
Luke saw a large obese boar who's eyes were hard to see. "Wow."
"Why would you think they would be aggressive?" asked Big Mac
"Well, they might not have ever seen a human before. Once again, only human in Equestria right now."
"Oh come now, Sugarcube." Applejack disagreed. "I think they will like you. So there's no need to be afraid of them."
"No no no, I'm not afraid of them." Luke said "I.... I just have a... sensitive side like Fluttershy does, and my skin is sensitive." he felt a little ashamed to admit it. "Besides, I heard that some pigs that are wild and feral can be mean and aggressive, territorial."
"Oh don't worry, You'll be fine. There's no shame in it." said Big Mac.
"Yeah, I know how you feel." Applebloom added. "I remember the first time I saw these pigs, nelly, did they scare the living apples out of me." they all laughed.
"Alright. Well, are we going in there to feed them? or are we just going to go fill it over the trough from the other side?"
"We do it inside. And don't worry, they will like you." Applejack answered. "Oh, and here come some of them now." Like she said, she was right A dozen of the hogs came over to the fence to look at the human thanks to their big curiosity "aww look. What did I tell you?"
"Ah, I think they came because they know they're going to be fed soon."
"That's partly true. Come on, let's get to feedin' y'all." The three went inside the pig Len with the Cutie Mark Crusaders watching them on the opposite side of the fence.
Many of the pigs were giving Luke a warm welcome inside his pen surprisingly. Some of them were rubbing their faces against his pants. The smaller ones tried to climb on him to give him a kiss on his face.
"See, they like ya." Big Mac said. After they dumped the food on the troughs, some of the pigs were still crowding around Luke while the others were eating happily. He got on the ground and let an old spot boar sniff his face, and lick it like a dog. Luke was really liking this sensation with pigs being around him.
"Alright. Alright, sorry guys. But I need to get back to work. Go on, go eat." The the pigs did what he told him to do.
"Well that was nice." Said Sweetie Belle. "I never seen the pigs act like this before."
"I know, that was...... Amazing." Scootaloo agreed.
"Yeah. I guess I just have a special connection with animals, like..... We are the same. I don't know why, but I always loved pigs since I was a baby."
"Wouldn't blame you." Said Applebloom. "Who could possibly hate pigs?"
"Yeah, they're so lovable." Said Applejack.
"What about Rarity?" Scootaloo asked curiously
"Hey! My sister doesn't hate pigs." Sweetie protested "she's..... A little obsessed with clean things and..... Pompous she is."
They all agreed with her. "True that." Big Mac agreed. "She may not be one of those hoity-toity snobs in Canterlot, but she can act like one, that's for sure."
"Tell me about it. I would have to deal with ego from time to time." Said Applejack. "Well, we might as well move on to the sheep pen now."
"Perfect." They walked a little far away from the pig pen, and Luke saw a fenced area with a dozen type of sheep. It mostly consisted of merinos, Cheviots, Suffolk, katahdin, and a few others. They were equally surprised when they saw Luke, but didn't go all that excited about it.
"Hey, what's this?" A ewe bleated. Luke's eyes went wide
"A talking sheep?" He thought.
"It looks like a gigantic hairless gorilla mixed with a pig." Another one said
"Ma!" Applejack scolded "he's no monkey or a pig. He's a human."
"Sorry AJ" the first ewe said "we just never seen a creature like him before. That's all."
"Perfectly understandable." Luke remarked. "I came from another world by a shooting star. That's how I got here in Equestria."
They all bleated to one another. "Well, what's your name, human?" Asked a ram
"Luke."
"Well, nice to meet you, Luke."
"Well, here's the food you would want." Said Applejack. They went through the fence gate, and poured their feed.
Many sheep were getting a closer look on him and examine this unusual species "where did you come from?" Asked one sheep
"And what is it like?" Asked another
These questions were a little too overwhelming that it was making him feel uncomfortable "okay okay. I know you're very curious about me, but please, one at a time." Then one after another, after another, the sheep apologized to the human. "It's fine. Now, let me fill your trough."
Then part of the flock promptly stepped aside for the human to dump the food for them. "Bon apetite."
Thank you." They all bleated at him with gratitude.
This made Luke feel more grateful than before. Then he rejoined with the others.
"Oh, I forgot to ask you. How was it with Rainbow Dash yesterday?" Applejack asked him.
"It was really fun. We had talk about cryptids from my world, and played basketball, and let me tell you, she beat me at every round, even without using her wings."
"She's awesome. What would you expect?" Scootaloo pointed
Luke chuckled "That's true, Scootaloo. She was a little.... to proud of herself to say the least, but she said good game."
"Well, that's just like her." Applejack agreed. "Can't have a game without Rainbow acting like a bit of an ego maniac when her opponent loses."
Luke chuckled "tell me about it."
"Um, Luke?" Applebloom asked
"Yeah, what is it?"
"What is a..... cryptid thing?"
"It's a monster or a creature that might or might exist. Some of them are a real page-turner.
"Oh. Do you think you can tell us sometime? I want to know if they really are interesting to know about." Sweetie Belle asked
"Yeah!" The kids agreed.
"And i'm pretty sure that maybe we would like to hear about them. Rainbow told me about these..... monsters yesterday after you went back to Fluttershy's. And some of these are real page-turners indeed."
"Eeyup." Big Mac agreed.
"I think i will." Luke said proudly "well, enough of that. What next? Are there any cows here?"
"No. But we would occasionally get visitors that are cows and bulls." Big Mac clarified
"Oh right. I remember you say that cows, bulls, bison, and buffalo can talk too."
"Exactly. So why don't you help out with the apple harvesting in the orchard, then maybe we can feed the ducks and chickens after that."
"Okay, Applejack." Luke said.
Then they all went to the large orchard to pick the delicious, red apples from the branches. Being a farm boy for Luke just made his stay in Equestria even better. |
Home is where True Peace and Love Is | Talents (Edited) | Luke was out playing with some of the animals a little, and he was rather having fun with them. He was happy that they were all greeting him warmly like he was a member of their family, even if it has only been a few days since he came here. Fluttershy looked on at him with a smile, petting Angel in her arms.
"So, how did it go?" Fluttershy asked him
"Amazing! I loved it." The human replied in enthusiasm. "We fed animals, picked some apples and made apple pie. It was really fun."
"How wonderful."
Their conversation was cut short when there was a knock on her door, and it revealed to be Twilight and the others, with Spike on her back. "Hi Fluttershy." The purple allicorn greeted.
"Oh. Hello, everypony." She was always more than happy to see her friends come by to see her again, which was what best friends are for. "What brings you here?"
"We were going out for some ice cream, and we were wondering if you would like to join us." Rainbow clarified.
Fluttershy made an excited gasp "oh, of course. I would love to be with my own best friends." They all went "aww." And gave eachother a group hug, including Spike. They noticed Luke looking on at them.
"Luke, hello darling." Rarity greeted. "How might you be doing?"
"Doing fine, thank you."
"Hey, would you like to come with us and get some ice cream?"
The human gasped "yes. I love ice cream." Then he looked on at the critters "will the animals be alright, Fluttershy?"
The yellow pegasus smiled "don't worry. They will be just fine. We gave them their food, remember?"
"Yeah, you're right." The human flatly stated. "So, okay. I would love to join you guys." They all made wider smiles and mild cheering. He followed them back to Ponyville for more quality time together.
While they were walking down the road together, Pinkie asked the human "so, how was it at the farm, Luke?"
"Awesome."
"Yeah, Luke was very helpful. He was just so amazing with the work and the animals." Applejack clarified. "You should have seen him with the pigs. They loved him."
"Perfect!" Pinkie bounced with joy.
"So, Luke." Twilight addressed. "Rainbow told us you know about these..... Monsters in your world that might be real or not, right?"
"Right."
"Do you think you can tell us a few of these creatures? I'm a little curious to know about them." Spike said
They all agreed with him in their own words. "Well, alright, alright." He chuckled. Luke was rather happy to see that friends like them would want to know about these beasts. Applejack was right about it earlier, they are real page-turners. "One of my favorite creatures that might or might not exist is, the Maryland Go-"
There was a rustling in the bushes, like some animal was stalking them. They all looked around cautiously with Luke's heart beating faster than it normally would be beating.
"What was that?" Luke whispered.
"I don't know," rainbow said
"Shh, keep it down." Twilight instructed. Then out of nowhere in one of the bushes, some type of chicken head popped out of nowhere and looked at the group. This didn't look like any other chicken however, no, this one had red eyes of hell. When the creature came out, it had the head of a rooster and a body of a dragon
The human recognized this monstrosity from one of his books of mythological creatures. "Oh my god. It's..... A cockatrice!" He said in shock. Then he covered his eyes so he wouldn't be turned to stone, and hoped that this creatures would go away. Without warning, he felt the monster sniff his hands curiously and flew over to make eye contact with the human. Obviously, he wanted to turn him into a garden statue.
The yellow pegasus looked on in horror. "It's okay, friends." Fluttershy noted. "I have dealt with a cockatrice before." Then she gave him the stare through her eyes "You! Just what do you think you're doing?!"
They all watched in horror when they noticed Fluttershy slowly turning to a statue starting from her tail.
"Fluttershy, what are you doing?!" Pinkie exclaimed in terror
"No!" Luke exclaimed. This was almost too much o bear for him. Was she going to be lost forever by this unusual cockatrice? Or what?
"Just who do you think you are? Turning anypony to stone like this?! You would know better not to turn a creature to stone because he is not from here! No leave, and don't ever let me catch you doing this to my friend ever again! Understand?" Then the stone that was consuming her stopped and got off of her, like the spell was lifted
The cockatrice was absolutely stunned in horror from her staring. The monster nodded a yes in cowardice and ran away squawking like a real chicken would do, never to bother them and hopefully anypony else again.
Luke was amazed by what just happened. Fluttershy taking care of a beast like a cockatrice? "Fluttershy." He said "how.... Did you do that?"
"Oh, that was a little something I call, 'the stare'. I use this to get an animal to stop misbehaving if asking them nicely does not work."
"The..... Stare?" Luke thought to himself. "I wonder if Victoria Stilwell or Jackson Galaxy ever did anything like this to dogs and cats." Out loud, he said "thanks for saving me, Fluttershy."
"You're welcome. I couldn't possibly let that mean critter try and turn you to stone." She replied. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. It just.... Caught us by surprise."
"So did us." Spike added.
"Well, enough of that. I think the worse is behind us, now."
They all agreed with him one at a time. "You're right." Said Rarity. "Let's not dwell on that little skirmish."
"Right."
"So, what kind of monster were you talking about?" Pinkie asked with a smile.
"Let's see...... Oh yeah, one of my favorite ones is the Maryland Goatman. Really strange monster with a very interesting backstory."
"What's a Maryland?" Asked Applejack
"It's one of the states in the fifty United States of America, my home."
"Oh." They all said in unison.
"So anyway, the Goatman of Maryland is one of the most famous cryptids in my world. It's pretty debatable if this guy actually exists, or of it's all a lie and an old folk tale."
"How was he like that?" Asked Twilight
"You guys really want to know?"
"Yes." They all replied happily. "Do tell us the story, please." Fluttershy begged. She made a really cute face that Luke could ever possibly say no too.
"Well, alright." Then they all happily cheered "so, the Goarman in Maryland takes place in the mid 19 hundreds in my world. Before this monster became the fiend the people of Maryland heard and read from, he was a scientist by the name of Dr. Stephen Fletcher. The accident was in a Maryland town called Beltsville in it's agricultural research center
"What did he do?" Asked Rainbow.
"He performed experiments on animals, particularly goats. That I do not like, because it's cruel to do that to any animal."
"I know, right?" Spike agreed. "What kind of sick twisted pony would want to do that."
"Well, i don't know if he was evil, he was just doing some science is all, i think. So, one day, an experiment went completely array, and turned him into the goatman. He had the torso of a human like me, except it was covered in hair. The lower body of a goat, and have horns on his head like one.
"Wow, so what happened next?" Rainbow asked, really wanting to l know more.
"Well, he took a large fire ax on the way out for him to keep. You see, he was so ugly with his transformation that he decided to take it out on the world. Now, he haunts the back roads of Beltsville, harassing teenagers in a place called lovers lane."
Rainbow, Pinkie, and Spike snickered at the teenager fact "that's kind of funny." The cyan pegasus giggled.
"Many people in Maryland have claimed to see the goatman around Maryland over the years it happened. In one event, he was blamed for the deaths of fourteen hikers that were coming through or near the place that he lived in. And another story of a dog suddenly decapitated by the Goatman with his ax."
Fluttershy gasped with sadness. She had great sympathy "that poor poor thing." She said twilight went to comfort her.
"I know. I feel the same way as you, Fluttershy." Luke remarked "but this was a long time ago. What's in the last is done and can't be changed."
The yellow pegasus made a small sigh "you're right. I'm sorry if I was overreacting."
"Ah, don't be sorry, Fluttershy. It's alright." The human place his hand over her back. "I feel just the same way as you do. It's rather conflicting whether this homicidal maniac is real or a fake and a hoax. Right now, there was an alleged photo of the Goatman in Maryland not too long ago. He was just walking out in the woods from a hiker walking around and such. The picture was a little blurry to describe it fully. But, I was sure I saw his head looking like a ram or a goat. He was hairy all over himself and was looking at the guy who took the picture.
"Did he have his ax with him?"
"No. That's why I kind of think the picture was fake."
"Why would you call it fake if this guy seen it?"
"Well, Rainbow might have told you guys about another cryptid I told her about the other day: Bigfoot. many hoaxers like to dress up like him, scare and trick people to get publicity and make money off of it. Meantime, who knows? maybe the Goatman could be hiding in Beltsville after all. Besides, I think he would be more likely to come out at night to make it all the more scary, and since it can be dark at night."
They all agreed with him. "Maybe you're right." said Rainbow Dash. "Anything could be possible."
"Agreed. Wanna see a picture of him on my phone?"
They all replied half yes and half sure. The human pulled out his Samsung Galaxy smartphone and went on the internet. It was a good thing that it worked in Equestria, even thought it might not make a lot of sense, but still good. Then he pulled out the most recent sighting of the goatman.
The others were quite surprised by this. "Oh my." said Fluttershy. "It does look like a hybrid of a goat and human being."
"I know. Look at it's horns." Rainbow said in amazement.
"Look at all that scraggly fur on himself." Rarity added. "He does look a little repulsive, and a ruffian."
Applejack looked at it closely. "You were right, this is a little blurry. Kinda hard to tell if this is describable." Luke nodded in agreement.
"But look at the forest, it looks so green and beautiful." Twilight said.
"Oh yes, I never knew that Maryland looks so beautiful." Fluttershy agreed.
"It is. There are deserts, and tundras in my world if you didn't know that. Anyway, I'm not sure if this is real or fake. Maybe if this creature had the large ax with him that I told you about, then maybe it would be a little more believable. For all I know. This picture might be fake."
"Well, that's cool." said Spike. "I like it."
"I'm glad you like me telling you guys this. Very interesting stuff, huh?"
"Totally." said Pinkie.
"I agree, definitely a page-turner like you said." said Rarity.
Then they all arrived in town, looking as peaceful as it will ever be. "So, is the ice cream at Sugarcube Corner, pinkie?" the human asked him
"Yep! Oh you will love it, Luke. It's the best kind of Ice cream it is in all of Equestria!" This sound really promising to the human being. If that place had good root beer, then it would have good ice cream, too. They all stepped inside the sweets shop, and their owners, Mr. and Mrs. Cake were more than happy to see the human again
"Ah, Luke. Welcome back." said the husband.
"Morning, Mr and Mrs Cake." the human greeted kindly.
"We're here for some ice cream." Pinkie clarified.
"Oh of course. Since you live here, Pinkie Pie, and you are her friends, and you are a foreign visitor, I will make a special discount." Mrs Cake confirmed.
They all waited in line for their ice cream. For Luke, he got himself a vanilla/mint swirl in soft serve form, the best kind of ice cream their is. It looked really good, and tried a bite. His eyes went wide, and dreamt himself in a pasture filled with ice cream clouds.
"Oh my god." he said "This is delicieux. Thank you so much."
"You are very welcome, Luke. Happy you enjoy it." Mr. Cake replied. Then they all dug in their desserts. Spike had an emerald ripple, which was an odd type of flavor for the Cakes to have, but since that is what dragons eat, then it would make sense since Spike is one after all. Twilight just got regular, old school vanilla, Pinkie got a banana split, Rainbow got zap-apple jam flavor, Fluttershy also with mint and chocolate, Applejack with apple cider, and Rarity with strawberry vanilla swirl.
As they were enjoying themselves, Luke suddenly got a touch of brain freeze. and tried to ease the mild head-ache.
"You alright, Luke?" Twilight asked him
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little bit of brain-freeze in my throat and brain of course."
"Maybe you should eat a little slower then, buddy."
"Good idea."
"So, Luke. I wonder, do any humans in your world have any special talents in your world?" Twilight asked curiously
The human gobbled another bite before he answered. "Of course. Well, we don't have cutie marks next to our butts of course, but we do have talents."
"What's your talent?" asked Rainbow
"Well.... I have many talents. I have a very creative imagination, that can be a little illogical sometimes. Playing video games, memorizing things for a long period of time. That sort of thing."
"Wow, that's nice." said Applejack.
"Thanks. But you should know that in my world, Everyone is best at something, nut no one is best at everything. We all have our strengths and weaknesses."
"That is so true." said Twilight. "That's the same for us."
"Oh yes, we all have things that we are not really good at." Fluttershy added.
Rarity stepped up by saying "Absolutely. Like, I am not very good at being so emotional."
"I'm not good taking care of animals." Rainbow said
"I'm not very good at math." Pinkie said
"And I am not very good at plowing the fields like my big brother does." Applejack admitted.
"Wow. I guess that kind of works in your world, too, huh?"
"Hmm-mm." they all replied.
The human looked at Fluttershy and asked her "What about you, Fluttershy? You don't have to tell me, i'm just curious. What is a thing you are not good at?"
The yellow pegasus looked a little flustered. "Taking care of kids to admit it. I mean, they can be more of a handful, you know?"
"That would make sense. Kids can be excited at times." the human agreed.
"Remember when you babysat Sweetie Belle, Applebloom, and Scootaloo for their little slumber party?" Rarity reminded
"Oh yes. How could I not, but it was fun anyway, and they swore that they will listen to me from now on when I need their attention."
"True."
"Well one thing I am not good at for sure, it math." Luke admitted with slight annoyance. "Simple math I can handle, but algorithms, logarithms, algebra, calculus, that sort of thing I cannot stand."
"Yeah, I am not much of a math wiz either." rainbow agreed.
"Oh come on, just because you are not good at math, doesn't mean you should hate it." Twilight remarked
"Uh yeah, it does. I mean I like the basic math, just not the ones I mentioned. I mean just look at them, they are just scrambled numbers everywhere. I mean, have you seen calculus before?"
"I have." Spike noted. "I totally agree with you, Luke."
"Maybe Twilight likes it because she's an egghead."
She scowled at her. "You're joking, aren't you?" she said with a change of demeanor
"Yeah." then they all laughed.
"Oh, and I have a talent of singing and playing guitar." Luke added with another thought
"Ooh." they all said in unison and amazement
"You sing?" asked Fluttershy
"Yeah, I used to perform at every open mic during lunch in high school. Everyone loves me, students and teachers alike." he admitted. "I would like to go into clubs to sing, but I don't think I would be in it, because I have to be 21 to get inside."
"Could you sing a song for us?" asked Pinkie
"Well not right now. I usually sing when I feel like it. Some time perhaps."
"We understand. But we would love to hear you sing a song for us."
"They wouldn't happen to be rock or heavy metal, would they?" asked Rarity
"A majority of them are, yes. I know, you hate that kind of music, Rarity, but come on, I can listen to whatever I want."
"Oh I'm not forcing you to stop listening to it deary." Rarity explained. "And I don't.... hate it to say the least. I just don't think it sounds very.... pleasant."
"Are you kidding me?" Rainbow said in disagreement. "Rock and metal are one of the greatest creations that music has ever made!"
"Yeah!" Luke and Rainbow bumped fist to hoof once again
"Well, we all have our different taste in music." Fluttershy said a little sheepish. They all looked at her, then they all smiled and agreed with her.
"You're right."
"So, who inspired you to sing?" asked Fluttershy
"Well, Axl Rose, the lead singer of Guns N' Roses. Lemmy Kilmister, the bassist/singer for thrash metal group Motorhead, Scot Weilland, the singer of Stone Temple Pilots, and others. One that really inspired me to sing was Ozzy Osbourne, the singer of the founders of metal Black Sabbath."
"Is he good?" asked Spike
"Is he good? He is a legend. You should hear him sing. It sounds a little funny, but he sounds really awesome too."
"Oh, I would love to hear him sing some time." Fluttershy said.
" So, now what should we do?"
"Well, Applebloom and her friends wanted to know if you would want to visit their clubhouse." Applejack noted. "They would love to spend time with you."
"Sure. I guess i can be with those fillies for a while, besides, It will make me progress of making friend after all."
"There you go." said Rarity. "Well, I think it's best if we come with you. Those girls can be quite a handful."
"I don't mind, I guess I can have a little more company."
"Brilliant!" Twilight exclaimed.
They all thanked the Cakes for their food and went out of the shop to look for the three fun fillies. |
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