In Ponyville, a small town filled with many different kinds of ponies, sits one who is trying to make up her mind. There may be others doing the same as her, yes, but she is making up her mind on something big. For many years, she has had a crush on another and has never done anything other than stare, stammer, stumble, and sneak behind objects.
Now, she will find out if this other pony is interested in her or not.
For the moment, she is stuck. All she can do is stare. Sitting down in the outside eatery of a cafe, she is entranced. There are many colors, each one giving her a different vibe as she focuses on it. Expansive. Vibrant. Bold. Daring. Brilliant. Caring. Alive. This mare, that has gotten a secret admirer, is full of color like all the others. But it’s the amount of colors and the emotions the shy mare loves most.
A snap to reality hits as she realises something; no pony ever seems to remember her name. It’s true, she’ll introduce herself and the others all call her something else. ‘Why’s it so hard for the others to call me Muffin Top?’ ponders the gray young pony. The only answer she can find are that it’s either too hard to remember, or that Muffin Top is being made fun of.
The multi-hued pony moves out of sight, and again another thought is derailed. Now Muffin Top follows her love interest, hoping for the right chance to announce her feelings. Seeing the attractive mare fly off into the clouds makes her think back. Back so many years ago.
Then, the young Muffin Top was hiding back behind some clouds. It was a sad day for her. She watched as the oh so wonderful colors said bye to all and, “This place sucks! I’m going to be known as the best! No slow boring old place like this will keep me down!”
It was so sad, if she hadn’t of dropped out then... then this little filly would have had another week before Muffin Top was going to leave. Of course, it wasn’t known that they would live in the same town again. Weak or not, they proved to be useless tears.
Now she watches for an opening in their conversations, a way to say something, a way to not seem needy. She is standing behind some clouds, feeling like a filly again. She watches as a pony starts up another conversation. It lasted a while but it ends much like it started, with Muffin Top not saying anything.
They move to the next place, a bakery. Muffin Top eats muffin after muffin, in hopes it will calm her down enough to confess her love. All it does is make her want more muffins. So she gets a batch of them and watches from the streets yet again. An hour goes by; she can feel others staring at her. Looking around; nothing. Ponies going about their normal daily business.
Muffin Top is now seeing how paranoid she’s being. She sees that this is all ridiculous. She must look ridiculous.
Setting the muffins down on top of a wooden box next to a shop, Muffin Top makes her approach. The other mare sees the blob of gray coming her way and turns to greet her.
“Yo, what's-”
“I uh, wanted to say something to you-”
“Ah, okay. What is it? I’m all wings and ears!”
“Well- Rainbow Dash I- I ah...” Muffin Top is losing the words. The more they speak, the more rapidly it seems that she is losing words.
“You what?”
“Um, I ah...” She has to do something, and fast. The only thing that comes to mind is, “I’ve had a crush on you sense flight camp!” She blurted it out as if it were a shout and not a declaration.
“Oh, ahh, sorry but, ahh Derpy... I have a stallion and a filly. Little Squirt is, ahh...” Rainbow Dash pauses, trying to think of the best thing to say. “Do I have to explain how Scootaloo was born?”
Muffin Top blushes. “Ah no, sorry I said anything.”
The wondrous beauty lets out a heavy sigh. “Okay, you kinda scared me for a minute. I was worried you may want a three way with Soarin' and me... or something like that. We can still work together right? My saying ‘no’ isn’t going to make you do anything like bring down a building, or making wild weather for me to clean up right?”
“No. I-I um, I’m happy to have an, an answer.”
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Later that night:
Muffin Top is sitting down at her favorite shop... any place with muffins. The moon is down and she can barely see some pony coming up to her table.
“Umm Muffin Top?”
“Yes,” She knows this pony mostly by what every pony else calls her, but knowing how it is for herself in that regard, adds, “Twinkle Shine.”
“No, I’m not as fond of that name as my nickname Moondancer. But, um, if you like it better you can call me that too.”
Muffin Top observes Moondancer. Shaking, Stammering, and shying away glances. Her mind rears with thoughts of what is going on and what to do. She does what she thinks may be her third brash choice decision of the day.
“I don’t know-”
“Sure.” Muffin Top took in the confused look for a few seconds before continuing. “You wanted to ask me out right. I ah, sorta know how it feels to be let down. So, yes I don’t mind seeing how a few dates go.”
The two shared a few muffins that night.
It was a wonderful way to end the day.
***NOTE:
Hope you all love the ending, not to mention the twist I have.
There is a reason I'm not showing who is all in it... suspense.
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