“Do you have intentions with my daughter?” Clyde stated.
“I do not know what that means.”
“Oh for… do you want to rut her!?” he shouted. He got that they had different customs and phrases but this was his house, his food and his land they were on and they would abide by his own!
“I do not wish to take Pinkie Pie as my mate. I am not yet of age to do so.”
“Good.” Clyde said about the first part. The second part “How old is ‘of age’ and how old are you?” just because he wasn’t yet, doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be soon.
“A bull may take a cow upon his fifteenth seasons. I am but thirteen seasons of age.” and that simple fact astonished everypony but Pinkie Pie who already knew. He was only thirteen and already twice the size of any pony here.
Clyde wasn’t satisfied though. To him all that meant that was in two years, this beast would be after Pinkie Pie. “Get out of my house before I throw you out.” he stated sternly. Most everypony doubted he would be able to do so if he tried but Clyde had every intention of following through on his threat. And it worked. Bysen may’ve been bigger, but he was still young and unaccustomed to fighting, not to mention that though he didn’t like Pinkie’s father, Clyde was still an elder and head of Pinkie’s trib… err, family.
“If you wish it.” he said, nodding his head and turning from the table. Pinkie once again tried to step in between her father and her friend but was stopped. This time by Blinkie. Pinkie stayed herself and watched as her friend left.
Once he had gone through the door and was walking away from the house “How could you do that? Why would you be so mean?” Pinkie said, starting to cry.
“I see what he really wanted with you Pinkie. And I don’t believe for a second he’s only thirteen. He came from the badlands? And he’s been here a year? There’s no way it’s possible.”
“It is possible. Because it happened! And anything is possible if it happens! He went on a vision quest when he was ten and it told him to travel north. He traveled for nearly two years and then he came here. And then another year on that makes thirteen! He told me!”
“He lied.”
“HE DIDN’T LIE!!!!” Pinkie screamed back.
“That’s about enough Pinkie Pie!” Clyde shouted back in his tone that usually conveyed ‘shut up and do what you’re told young mare!’ but it didn’t this time.
“He wouldn’t lie to me!… he’s my best friend!”
“He just wants to have his way with you…” Clyde said. He was then interrupted by a nervous, awkward groan.
“Um… Mister Pie, sir.” JD squeaked. “There’s something I have to tell you. Um… you don’t really have a gun nearby do you?”
“I do but… calm down. I know you and Blinkamena have been… ‘active’.” Clyde said, and JD gulped. Mainly because all he heard from that was that Clyde DID have a gun. There were some obvious differences between what JD and Blinkie were doing and what Clyde thought Bysen was doing with Pinkie but that didn’t make JD feel any less shit-scared.
“Oh, you uh, know about that then…” he stammered nervously with an overly put on grin. Made even more nervous when Clyde took a few more steps towards him and up a hoof on his shoulder.
“I’m not angry. I don’t like it but I’m not angry and I’m not going to hurt you or anything.” he assured, relaxing JD. Until he added “But if you ever hurt my daughter in anyway, I will kill you.” he said with the most unreadable face since Neighdy Gaga.
“I-I-I-I… I wouldn’t… I love her.” Clyde liked to hear that but honestly held back a laugh. Young love ALWAYS lasts after all… let them be happy while they are. “If you don’t mind me asking, why, and I really don’t want to push my luck here, but why are you so angry at uh… Bysen, was it?”
“Because you’re a nice colt, and I know you won’t do anything to my daughter. That buffalo on the other hoof. You’ll take good care of Blinkamena won’t you?” Clyde said, trying to ease JD. He may’ve scared the kid a little too much before. He was a nice colt: honest and brave. Or honest and stupid. Same thing really.
“Y-yeah. Right Blinkie…” he said but got no response. “Blinkie?”
“Oh, yes?” she answered, not really listening to what they had been saying. Clyde thought that was very strange; thought she’d be glued to this conversation between her father and coltfriend. With the brief lull in speaking he realised what had distracted her so. Pinkie was crying. She had her face on the table, covered by both front hooves and she sobbed quietly into them.
She was always so happy and bubbly. She’d never cried. Even before she got her Cutie Mark she may not’ve been as happy at times, but she’d never been sad. Clyde dropped his hoof from JD’s shoulder and walked back around to Pinkie. “Pinkie Pie…” he said putting his hoof onto her shoulder now.
She swatted it away. “That’s not why…” Pinkie said after putting her hoof back to her face, then lifting her head and looking at him. “You’re just speciest! You don’t know JD’s a good colt, you just don’t already hate him because he’s a pony!” she snapped.
Clyde had decided to ignore her swatting his hoof away with the state she was in but he wouldn’t take this. “That’s enough. Pinkie, I know you trust him but there’s no way he’s only thirteen…”
“Actually, father…” Blinkie spoke up. “I know he’s big… but he’s bigger than he was last time I saw him. I’ve only met him twice before but… he’s still growing. He is only thirteen. Or some age around that.” she was rather scared saying that actually. “And he’s never seemed like he was trying to get something from Pinkie.”
“Maybe so, but that’s still no reason to accuse…”
“Actually...” she spoke up once more. “You’re a bit speciest. You always turn your nose up at donkeys and you were way too offended when he called Pinkie a cow. And before you say anything, I’m pretty sure cow is just their word for filly. And, and I have more friends than just JD you know. I’m friends with a cow! But you’re always saying ‘bovine’ and I don’t want to invite her over just so she can hear that!”
It was clear that Blinkie was just as mad at her father for this as Pinkie was. Or at the very least she finally had an outlet to say this stuff. And Clyde had to admit on some points they were right… he didn’t dislike donkeys or cows or anything he just didn’t… not dislike them. Sure he’d scoffed at a few dirt-covered donkeys, and the only jobs cows had was making milk but that wasn’t speciest… was it?
Pinkie pulled herself up from the table before standing and walking away. Clyde was about to ask where she was going when she said “The cupcakes should’ve cooled by how, I’m g-going to go put the frosting on them…” as she walked into the kitchen.
Pinkie hadn’t eaten a bite of her dinner yet. She didn’t feel like eating now either. The cupcakes smelt delicious but didn’t change anything. She’d made eighteen all up, two for everyone, and as she grabbed a glaive and scraped up some frosting from the batch she’d made while waiting for everyone to arrive, she remembered that she had made these especially for Bysen. And now he wasn’t getting a single one of them.
By the time she’d frosted the fourth, she didn’t have the will to keep going. Despite how much he loved her cupcakes it had taken a lot of convincing to get him to come tonight. Bysen had been right it turns out. Pinkie could hear her father and what might’ve been Vinyl were bickering now. Pinkie didn’t really know Vinyl’s voice but it was the only one she didn’t know so process of elimination…
That bickering stopped however when Clyde heard a door slam. He turned around and headed to the source of it. When he looked out the windows of the kitchen he saw Pinkie walking towards the broken fence with a small box in her mouth. He yelled out to her “Pinkie Pie!” but she only glanced back and then started running, past the fence and into the woods.