When Pebble reached the kitchen, her father grabbed her with his foreleg and hauled her into his embrace like a sack of potatoes. She pulled away, resisting for a moment, perhaps out of embarrassment in front of Sumac, but then relented and rested her head against her father’s neck. Sumac just stood there on wobbly front legs, looking around, and taking everything in.
Pinkie Pie was sitting with Pinny Lane and both of them were doing a crossword puzzle. Octavia, sitting on a cushion on the floor, had a cup of tea held between her hooves. Vinyl was laying on her side with her head propped up on a pillow, sprawled out in a somewhat sunny patch in front of a window. Maud was busy examining the stone floor with keen interest. Sumac felt out of place for some reason and he did not know why.
Lifting her head, Maud asked, “Hey, Sumac, want some relationship advice?”
“Um…” Sumac responded, “sure? I guess… maybe?”
Maud, in deadpan, reassured Sumac that everything was okay. “Sumac, this goes for any sort of relationship, so don’t get skittish.” Maud turned to look at Pebble and Tarnish, then focused on Sumac once again. “The real trick of making a relationship work is figuring out how to motivate the other pony into giving you what you want from them without changing who or what they are. Who and what they are form the reason you started a relationship in the first place. Octavia said that was a heavy thing to lay down on a five year old, but Pebble understood it, so I think you can too.”
Sumac realised this was general relationship advice and wasn’t just about Pebble. He sat down, his brain buzzing, and thought about what Maud had said. A cascade of thoughts filled his mind and for a moment, he forgot why he and Pebble had come to the kitchen.
“In this group of friends and family, we don’t dumb anything down,” Octavia said, her lips little more than a half an inch from her teacup. “We’re all a bunch of sodding intellectuals and most of us, including Pebble, become downright grumpy if we talk down to one another or say something prattish.”
Sumac didn’t know what ‘prattish’ meant, but he could guess. In the oven, something smelled wonderful. Maud returned to studying the floor and Sumac had himself a good look around the ancient kitchen. No doubt, Boomer could find a feast of spiders here. In the back of his mind, he thought about the idea that Pebble had sprung upon him. Something on the stove made a flatulent sound as it simmered and Sumac’s stomach growled.
“I hear that you got hurt,” Sumac said to Vinyl, trying to break the ice, and not knowing how to talk to a mute pony. “What happened?”
“Oh, Vinyl had a building dropped on her. A large building. Princess Luna took the brunt of it… it was very bad, Sumac.” Octavia gazed at the colt over the edge of her teacup. “Vinyl had her back broken just past her front legs. She almost died.”
“And you got better?” Sumac asked. “You got healed?”
“Well,” Octavia began, “the healers saved her life, but they really didn’t make her better. She could sort of twitch her legs, but she couldn’t stand on them. She couldn’t feel them at all. She couldn’t feel anything.”
Brows furrowing, Sumac tried to put the pieces together. “So how are you moving now?”
“Tarnish.” Octavia let out a sigh as her teacup trembled and she almost sloshed some tea. “Tarnish and his hoodoo effigies and his magic stitches. He could never get them working before, but he got them working for Vinyl. Every day, she gets a little bit better, but it’s slow going.”
Turning his head, Sumac looked over at Tarnish, who was still holding Pebble.
“I practice zebra hoodoo and other forms of magic, like minotaur stitch magic. I couldn’t ever get them to work together before. I tried so many times. I still don’t know how I made it work. Intent, I suppose, or force of will. I don’t understand it and neither do the zebras.” Tarnish’s forelegs wrapped a little tighter around Pebble. “I love Vinyl… I mean, as a friend. As a very close and dear friend. And seeing her the way she was… it almost killed me.”
With a screech of chalk on slate, Vinyl wrote something and held it up for all to see. I got better. The slate floated down to the floor and was set down with a clatter. Vinyl let out a sigh and cast a soulful, emotional gaze in Tarnish’s general direction.
“I thought that maybe I’d have to go with Daring Do to visit that healing spring off deep in that dreadful jungle again. That last trip we made almost killed both of us and Rainbow Dash. Ahuizotl had that stupid wand that shot shrink rays out of one end and growth rays out of the other… ugh, that was not a nice trip.”
Eyes wide, Sumac just stared at Tarnish with his mouth hanging open.
“Quick, somepony close Sumac’s mouth before he eats a bug. There are spiders everywhere.” When nopony did anything, Maud got up, went to where Sumac was sitting, grabbed him, and then pulled him over to where she had been sitting. She sat down and pulled the colt close, making certain that his mouth was closed.
Now holding Sumac, Maud just sat there, squeezing him, and looking down at the myriad of cracks in the stone floor of the kitchen. Sumac, who under most circumstances, would be trying to escape, made no attempt to do so. It was comforting to be held and there was something about it that made him feel better.
“I’d like to have a colt,” Octavia said in an absentminded voice, “and with luck, I will.”
Octavia’s words did not register with Sumac, who was thinking about spiders, Ahuizotl, and whatever cinnamony scented goodness was baking in the oven. He wasn’t even thinking about the question he was supposed to ask Vinyl. Sumac couldn’t think of a more safe place to be than with Maud, sitting with her on her cushion.
“This is going to be like having twins,” Pinny said as she circled something with her pencil. Lifting her head, the unicorn looked at Pinkie Pie. “Is your Pinkie feeling kicking in yet?”
“Nope!” was Pinkie’s chirpy, chipper reply.
“Nuts.” Pinny let out an annoyed huff and continued to look for more words to circle.
It didn’t take long for Sumac’s thoughts to turn towards other things, like Trixie, Lemon Hearts, and Moondancer, who was now an alicorn of some sort. As he sat there in Maud’s embrace, Sumac suffered a mild freak out over a pony suddenly sprouting wings like that. As his brain chewed on the issue, Sumac realised that flying would be a great skill. Starlight Glimmer could self levitate—she could fly. She had flown while under the influence of his sorcerous amplification, which meant that somewhere in his mind, he had an understanding of how to do it. Maybe? He didn’t know for sure.
Not falling to his death was high on his list of priorities.
Looking over at Pebble, Sumac knew that was also on her list of priorities, giving them something in common. His left ear twitched as Tarnish whispered something into Pebble’s ear, he tried to hear it without meaning to do so, and he watched as her ear flickered from her father’s words. Pebble’s face grew darker and she let out a low pitched squeal. Sumac watched as she pushed her father’s face away from her ear, and a strange expression was on her face.
“Father, no, I will not be moving to the Crystal Empire with Sumac to attend school.”
“Why not?” Tarnish asked. “It would be safe. Well, safer. There is the occasional yeti up there, ice trolls, ice orcs, and other things, but it is for the most part, harpy free. I know that you could punch an ice orc to death, Pebby Poops.”
“No.” Pebble folded her forelegs over her barrel and looked very much like her mother. She stared up at her father with half closed eyes and her mouth pinched into a fine, crinkled line. To make things even more clear, she shook her head to express her feelings on the subject. “And no trying to charm me either, I’m onto you. Mother and I discuss your tricks.”
“That’s not fair,” Tarnish retorted.
Life wasn’t fair, Sumac thought to himself.
“Tarnish and I discuss your tricks,” Maud deadpanned. “You’re our little lump of chocolate tyranny, but don’t worry, we love you. We figure that you’ll grow out of your jealousy over us being together.”
Pebble’s head whipped around and she looked at her mother, her eyes wide, and her nostrils flaring. The filly remained shocked for a few moments, then her eyes narrowed and she continued to glare at her mother with her forelegs folded over her barrel as her father held her. She drew in a deep breath, her barrel expanding, and then she let it all out in loud, pouty huff.
“Maud, I don’t know about this—”
“Tarnish, we were told to confront the problem and drag it into the open.” Maud gave Sumac a reassuring squeeze, then added, “Pebble can’t continue being the little dictator that runs our lives. We don’t need to ask her permission to do things. You agonised over our decision to go off and have a foal without seeking Pebble’s explicit approval. That’s not healthy.”
“I should have a say in these things. They affect me.” Pebble’s voice was low and sulky.
“You have a right to express an opinion,” Octavia said in a soft voice, “but you are a foal. You are not in charge, I’m sorry. And you’ve reduced your father to an anxious mess by playing upon his ever so fragile confidence.”
“I didn’t mean to do that.” Pebble looked at Octavia and then up at her father.
“I dunno,” Tarnish whispered, “a part of me thinks that you did.”
“If I did, I didn’t do it on purpose,” Pebble replied in a hushed whisper.
“I can accept that.” Bowing his head, Tarnish kissed Pebble on the nose. “Now, about you and Sumac being special someponies, do I get a say in the matter? No one asked me my opinion on the issue. I feel like I should have a say. You didn’t ask me before you did it. Do you even care about my feelings? Somepony should have asked me how I felt.”
Pebble grumbled, realising what she had done, and reaching up with her hoof, she booped her father on the nose. “Okay, this feels awful. Is this what I’ve been doing to you and Mother?”
Tarnish nodded but said nothing.
“Oh crappity crap, this feels terrible—”
“PEBBLE!” Pinny, Pinkie Pie and Octavia all said together.
“Be quiet, I am having a moment of internal awakening and self actualisation and your shouting is making it difficult for me to figure out what I am feeling.” Pebble closed her eyes and buried her face into her father’s neck. Pebble’s barrel began hitching a bit, almost as if she was about to start crying.
“Crap isn’t a bad word.” Sheepish, worried about reprisal, Sumac looked around the room. “I mean, Trixie says it all the time, usually to avoid saying worse words.” Clearing his throat, emboldened, the colt lifted his head up and his ears stood erect. “I know the difference… I said some bad words. Some real bad words and I had a magic surge through my mouth and I made some harpies go berserk and try to kill everypony and each other and whole bunches of them tried to kill me because of what I said. I cursed so bad that I offended a harpy. What does that say about me?”
The kitchen was filled with a stunned silence that lasted for what felt like a very long time. The silence was interrupted by wheezing, and when Sumac turned his head, he saw that Vinyl had her eyes squeezed shut. She was clutching her sides and a faint raspy wheezing could be heard. Her hind legs made feeble kicks and her stomach muscles quivered.
“She’s laughing,” Octavia breathed. “Oh crap, I am so relieved to hear that sound!”
“Yep, that’s the sound of Vinyl laughing. Sumac can be a funny little guy, usually when he’s trying to be serious.” Pinkie Pie pronked away from the crossword puzzle book she shared with Pinny, bounced across the room, and flopped down upon Vinyl’s cushion with her. Pinkie began hugging the albino unicorn and squeezing her, holding Vinyl as she laughed.
Lifting a foreleg, Vinyl clung to Pinkie as she laughed, and it was obvious to all that saw her that she was in pain. The laughter was hurting her. Sumac, whose brain told him that he had an opportunity, slipped free of Maud’s gentle embrace and went over to Vinyl’s side. He sat down near Pinkie and Vinyl, and then looked Vinyl in the eye from where he sat, about a foot away from her head.
Clearing his throat, Sumac summoned his courage. “Vinyl Scratch, will you be my master?”
The laughter came to an abrupt halt. There was a gasp from Octavia, and another one from Tarnish. Pinkie cranked her head around to stare at Sumac. Pinny put down her pencil. As Sumac sat there, waiting for an answer, something dinged.
“Cinnamon buns are done!” Pinkie Pie shouted as she lept up from off of the floor. “Woohoo! Hot and sticky cinnamon buns! Now it’s time to squirt those buns full of frosting!”
The end of this chapter....
I still love this story
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Fine. But could they joke about it on Nightmare Night? That would be a good way to give everyone a scare.
Way to ruin the suspense Pinkie...
Pinkie PHRASING!
Man, that thing where Tarnished agonized about disappointing his daughter hits me right in the relatey feels.
Although not from the same situation but because I'll agonize if I think I am upsetting or disappointing my family.
I like how Sumac takes the first possible chance after he thinks he has disarmed Vinyl and she likes him to pop through question in the bluntest way possible. It's applying that "once you get on their good side" method he tried with Celestia... but it's still super clumsy and makes me laugh with how obvious the tactics are.
I just had a horrible revelation about who dies by the end of this story . Not spoiling anything in I happen to be right.
I have actually wondered if Pebble hasn't considered learning how to cuss at excess. Her special somepony has a unique spell that involves cussing magically to send it's target to berserk rage. It seems like the ideal defense mechanism for this kind of thing for someone who can't throw up a counter or shield spell would be to have such a filthy mouth that the audio mechanism of the spell is worthless on them. And Pebble ideally wants some way to counteract it if for any reason she ever accidently gets caught up in it.....with her strength she would turn Sumac Apple to Apple Paste.
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No one dies by the end of this story.
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Uhhh. It's Venomous Iocus that somepony dies, not this one.
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Aw my mistake. Well, that makes me happier. .
too
Aaaaw, now I'm in suspense.
Also correct me if I'm wrong but Vinyl is slowly recovering from massive spinal trauma and is also recently pregnant, right?
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No, she isn't. Vinyl is a big baby who cries when a thorn is pulled from her frog. There is no way she would squirt out a little one.
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Heh, true. Octavia had the IVF procedure done then?
Doesn't frosting go on top of cinnamon buns or have i been living a lie?
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Let me guess, she is also highly resistant to local analgesics and general anesthetics such that dentists+nurses never believe her when she says she still feels pain.
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A bad chef will squirt frosting on top of the buns.
A good chef will take his frosting piper and squirt frosting into the many cracks, crevices, and layers, so that the frosting will melt and saturate the product.
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No, as mentioned in Venenum Iocus, her specific type of albinism causes her to feel more pain. It's a real thing, a real condition. So right now, after having her back broken... well, think about it.
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What about before cooking applying the frosting to the unrolled bun then rolling it up for baking?
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Too hot. The frosting would liquify, run down, and burn on the cooking sheet.
Wow. Normally you would have left the cliffhanger, but no, you just had to end on an innuendo.
And who puts frosting on a cinnamon bun while they are hot? It just melts into goop.
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Pinkie Pie.
Ffs, Pinkie...
7639306 Tarnish died? He just came back afterwards because he was only mostly dead.
At least this chapter didn't end on a discussion on hot dogs and buns, or tuna boats going to tuna town. Because that would be just silly.
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So deep... and such a tight fit. See how the carrot goes into the furrowed row.
7639925 Heh i was waiting for the farming and baking innuendos. A kitchen with that group with a pair of new special somponies....
Those poor foals are going to blush themselves into a comma.
Damn it Pinky!!! Way to ruin the moment!! T_______T
NOW I have to wait AN ENTIRE CHAPTER just to hear the answers to Sumac's question!!! >.<
7639446 Technically it's BOTH since Vinyl can still say "No" and we have yet to get an answer! Maybe she'll wait to wait on it! NOW WE HAVE TO WAIT AN ENTIRE CHAPTER TO GET A PROPER RESPONSE!! T________________T
Dammit pinkie pie, you can't use innuendos here. It's rated E.
Pinkie just...just...Oh CRAP!
7639925 Tight Fit?
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A wing spell. Occam's razor. Sumac has never seen a wing spell before.
I will never see cinnamon buns the same ever again....
7641337 She made it with her "SPECIAL SAUCE".
7640920 tell that to the animaniacs
Now that I finished being up-to-date with this book, on to reading the first book, which I did not read.
Lol kudz I love your version of pinkie.. xD... If I were a character here I think I'd marry that silly girl.
Sometimes you just need the right motivation to figure something out. Though...does this mean Vinyl is a partial zombie/Frankensteinian monster? Could be some interesting side effects other than just getting a healthy unicorn out the other side of this healing process.
Talk about an embarrassing end for an ice orc, punched to death by a foal.
Here we go!
When Vinyl said she got better, it reminded me of Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
Mob member: "She turned me into a newt."
Sir Bedivere: "(lifts visor)A newt?"
Mob member: "(pauses in contemplation) ...I got better."
I... Don't think you know what a crossword puzzle is. You don't circle words in a crossword. This are word searches.
The real trick of making a relationship work is figuring out how to motivate the other pony into giving you want you want from them without changing who or what they are.
I hope you don't mind my posting these editorial notes in the comments section, kudzuhaiku.