Chapter 1
As time passes, there are few things that remain eternal.
The stars? Nay, for they flicker in and out at the behest of the Princess.
The mountains? Nay, for those who live longest have watched their rise and flow as stone seas.
Even life, the energy within beings, is finite.
It is love that reigns eternal. The strongest and purest force around which the world blooms and grows. The most powerful love transcends time itself so that it may never falter.
The coldest season rolled across the world as it had done so infinite times before and infinite times to come. It froze the lakes and blanketed the world in white.
A little town held steadfast against the cold, the pinpricks of warmth emanating not from fires but from ponies as they held each other tight.
The chills of winter outside the window were completely lost on the entwined couple. They shifted slightly on the small bed, lips breaking for just a moment.
“You need a bigger bed, Pip,” Dinky whispered with a smile.
The young stallion grinned back and pecked her lips lightly. “I’m not sure, I kinda like being squished together.”
They giggled as they kissed once more, Pipsqueak gently stroking her fair mane. He looked in her eyes and saw a beauty that his icicle-framed window could never grant. The soft grey of her fur tinged with a heated pink blush as she planted little kisses around his lips. Her eyes, when they flickered open every few seconds, beheld two golden rings that rimmed an abyss the likes of which he would be happy to fall down. A few strands of yellow hair hung across her face and Pipsqueak quickly brushed them aside so that nothing marred her visage.
As with many things in the world, their moment together was broken too early by a knock on his bedroom door. A mare’s voice, that of his mothers, rung through the thin wood. “Pippy, I think you should take Dinky home before the snow gets too deep. Pippy? I’m coming in!” Leaving no time for response, the door swung open.
The two ponies on the bed only had time to shuffle away from each other and attempt to look innocent before the light brown mare stuck her head in. From the slight twists at the corners of her mouth, she knew exactly what they had been doing. The red patches on their cheeks did not help their case. “Now, Pippy, try not to do that while I’m home,” she said, winking.
“We were just kissing!” spluttered Pipsqueak, his adolescent voice cracking slightly. Dinky buried her face in her hooves, embarrassment manifest.
“Ah-ah-ah! Don’t need to hear it!” His mother placed her hooves over her ears. “I just wanted to say that you should take Dinky home before we get snowed in.” She waved a hoof in mock horror. “Celestia forbid she’s forced to spend the night here!”
The young stallion thought that sounded like a very nice idea. Unfortunately, his mother had known him for his entire life and he could hide nothing.
“Pippy,” she said sternly, “I know that look. Don’t start getting up to mischief now, just go and walk Dinky home.”
“I wasn’t doing anything!” he exclaimed, mind still a-whirl with images of himself and his fillyfriend curled up by the fire.
The matriarch ignored him, addressing Dinky. “Darling, it’s been lovely seeing you again. You’re always welcome in our house.”
Dinky brushed some strands of hair from her eyes, the blush clearing from her cheeks. “Thanks Mrs Pipsqueak’s mum.”
“Oh, pshaw. Just call me Corral, dear.” Pipsqueak’s mother left, her hoof steps echoing as she went downstairs.
Dinky slid off the bed and trotted over to the small mirror she had forced Pipsqueak to put in his room and began fixing her mane, which had become somewhat dishevelled due to their activities. “I like your mum,” she said merrily. “She’s nice.”
“And nosy,” Pipsqueak muttered, hopping off the bed and stretching.
The young mare turned to him and smiled, hair now in a manageable state. “Shall we?”
“It would be my pleasure, m’lady.” Pipsqueak stood by the doorway and made a show of holding the door open. They were both laughing as they descended the stairs.
With a called-out farewell, they left the warm cottage and stepped out into the chilly winter air. Light snow blanketed the ground and more drifted lazily from the sky. Dinky shivered when she stepped off the doorstep and into the soft whiteness so Pipsqueak stepped closer, using his warmth to help her. She nuzzled him in return and they began to walk.
The snow-capped houses of Ponyville painted a peaceful portrait of the town: sleepy, undisturbed and untroubled. Little foals watched the white roads with wonder, eyes wide as their parents explained it to them. Truly, through a foal’s eyes it would seem a queer magic indeed that could cover the lands in this shining splendour. The evening sun was dulled behind clouds, yet the parts it still reached glowed as if they were imbued with Celestia’s light. It was almost too heavenly to look upon.
Their path took them to the edges of town, following a little path that curved around next to the Whitetail Wood before re-entering Ponyville. The two ponies hadn’t ventured inside the forest as much lately, preferring the warmth and comfort of their homes and beds, but it still held a reservoir of nostalgic fondness in their hearts.
Which is why the young mare stopped walking suddenly, staring at the ghostly yet friendly trees.
“Dinky?” questioned Pipsqueak as he stopped too.
“It looks so beautiful this time of year, don’t you think?” she whispered, her breath visible in the chilly air.
Pipsqueak turned his eyes to the ivory-coloured canopy that cast a gentle shadow through the deeper woods. The greyish tinge to the bark made it seem like an old-fashioned photograph, like the ones his mother had of her childhood. It filled his chest with warmth that kept even the most biting of gusts at bay.
“Do you want to take a little walk? It’s been a while,” he suggested, still drinking in the sight of the almost fairytale appearance of the forest.
“Yeah,” she replied. That was all she needed to say, for words held no value in the presence of such beauty.
The adolescent ponies trotted slowly past the treeline, stepping over large roots and icy shrubs still frozen with the morning dew that coated them despite the sun. It had been over a month since their last foray into Whitetail Wood, many weeks before the snow began and winter was ushered in once more. Holidays and family had kept them away from this vestige of their childhood, not unwillingly however for they certainly enjoyed the holiday season as much as any other ponies their age.
But the forest was special to these two ponies. They had shared thousands of memories under those leaves as they grew and their friendship blossomed into something more. It was at the edge of the forest that they shared the first of many kisses and finally acknowledged what they had both known for months.
“I love the forest during autumn, don’t you Pip?” a much younger Dinky had squeaked as they trotted through the multicoloured leaves, heading back towards Ponyville after another successful voyage upon the high seas.
“Yeah, I like all the colours and stuff. They’re pretty,” Pipsqueak said, not quite as good with words as he would one day become.
Dinky scooped up a bright violet leaf and placed it in her mane. “There,” she giggled, “Now I’m pretty!”
The colt looked at her and had to hide his red cheeks. ‘Pretty’ did not do his friend justice, in his opinion, and he had trouble thinking of a word that did. He had yet to learn of ‘angelic’ or ‘radiant’ or ‘incandescent’ so he was limited to the best his mind could offer.
“You are... bright... to me,” he said softly, slowing his pace to a halt as she did the same.
“Bright?” she asked confusedly.
He took a deep breath to try and vainly calm his racing heart. “Around you, everything else is dull...”
She had stepped closer, confusion draining from her face to be replaced by a timid smile. “I... like you too, Pip,” she mumbled and closed her eyes, leaning forward.
Pipsqueak panicked, swallowing nervously and quickly mimicking her actions as best he could.
Their lips met and the feeling in his chest resounded through the memories and into the older Pipsqueak’s heart. That feeling had never gone away and he didn’t think it ever would.
A massive, familiar oak tree revealed itself. Running water from the little snow that did melt had refrozen in artful, shining patters down the big trunk. Even in the grey season it remained beautiful.
“It’s gotten a bit smaller since last time,” Dinky said as she rested a hoof against the thick bark.
“I think it’s us who are getting bigger.” He joined her at the base of the tree, climbing with a grunt onto a lower branch. “Hey, all the old hoof-holds are still here,” he looked down with a grin, “Up for a little mast-climbing?”
She giggled and heaved herself up next to him. “Sure! Just be careful not to slip from the ice.”
Rolling his eyes, Pipsqueak ascended to the next layer of branches. “Yes mother.” Dinky poked his flank which caused him to squeak as he pulled himself up, making her burst out laughing. “Not fair!” he called down, holding out a hoof to help her up.
They scaled the tree as they had done so many times before, hoofs instinctively going to all the stable grips and branches with practiced ease.
Pipsqueak found he could no longer climb to the highest branch, as it bent warningly under his hoof. With a sigh, he settled on a slightly lower one that managed to hold his weight, and a moment later Dinky’s too. She looked at him questioningly.
“We’re too big, Dinky. Unless you feel like falling out of the tree again.” He snorted with barely suppressed laughter. “You always had a knack for that.”
She lightly punched his arm, careful not to push him off. After a moment of glaring, her smile broke through and they snuggled closer. Even from a lower branch, the view was still spectacular.
Pipsqueak had often internally described the forest as endless, stretching to infinity. It certainly seemed that way, especially now that snow covered the seams between land and forest like perfectly blended stitching. Even distant mountains and hills merged with the landscape to create a real winter wonderland.
But it was in the eyes of the young mare beside him that he truly saw eternity. And as Dinky looked back, her expression softened as she saw the same.
The only words that would not ruin the moment instantly revealed themselves to his mind. For many weeks they had hovered on the tip of his tongue, never quite able to escape. Only then, with the strength of all their memories, the ones they made and the ones they would make, was Pipsqueak able to say them.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” she replied without hesitation as some part of him knew she would.
They leaned closer and shared a kiss that surpassed all their previous hormone-fuelled actions, starting something that was purely their own. A magic unlike any other.
The strongest and purest force in the universe, acting through the two young ponies as it always has and always will.
Love.
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... Thank you... Very much... Like a ton... HUG!
I guess it's time to wait and speculate on part 2 next...
~ Moonstone, Minstrel of Equestria
I'm eager for the next chapter!!!
Wow a few words come to mind while reading this and they are Amazing, fantastic, Great. This is a true work of art, you have created an amazing master piece of a story. You are a very talented writer and I can not wait too read more of your writing.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPIC!!!!
This was so cuuuuuute! I loved it loved it loved it! Pip and Dinky forever!!
hhhhnnnnnnnnggggggggggg, dddddaaaaawwwww, its just too much for me to handle
tooooo ccccuuuuttteeee!!!!
D'AWWWWWWW young love
Oh man, this is going to suck!
d'awww
so cutee! i was going to comment on how weird it was that they're like, at LEAST 3rd base and they never said 'i love you', but then i remembered that me and my gf had a VERY strange relationship, and that this is more common than i imagine. 
yes, i am crazy. yes, i would like fries with that. oh, you werent asking? oh.. thats okay then... 
Oh god, that Sad tag. Why does that have to be there? Make it go away.
wait... THIS I A SEQUEL!?! I MUST FIND THE PREQUEL!!! NOOOAAA!!!!
I admit. When I saw this was a sequel to Pirates for a Day, I squealed with joy.
114369 the prequel is called pirates for a day.
hope it helps
As I said before, I approve of this ship. Such tenderness handled masterfully, and the winter scenery you painted made it even more so. Can't wait for the next chapter!
...............mmmmmmmmmmmooooooooooooooooooAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well I normally hate shipping. I also normally hate stories that open with characters in bad. Normally. You've broken the trend. I like adolescant/teen pip you've given him an intresting character. I've tracked it. Maybe I'll give this one a review when its finished.
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on every story i see you comment on it is always something degrading, no matter how good or bad the story may be. i really suggest that if you don't have anything good or any constructive critisisim to say.........then don't
thanks
... 'Tis beautiful... I love this. Can't wait for the next update.
There are only two words for this: Beautiful, DAWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aaaaaand you changed tenses at the very end and killed the mood. Nice.
You still get 4.5 stars, though, cuz THAT WAS AMAZING.
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Thank you for pointing out my mistake. It shall be rectified immediately :)
D'aaaaaaawww so cute!
My reaction:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVYlp3WiSGM&feature=related
based on the reactions i shall not read it till it is done
to provent me form going insane with waiting
Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwww
Y'know what? I'm just going to accept Dinky / Pipsqueak future romance as canon.
Why? Because IT'S TOO DARN CUTE TO IGNORE, that's why.
Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwww!
I don't like most shippings, but this is beautiful.
I just... LIKED a shipping story?
Amazing.
Clap clap, well done, monsieur. You may need to go through with a prereader, I noticed a few words that were misspelled/misplaced, but they were few, and it is hard to find them again.
Well done.
*sees "Sad" tag*
I'm not sure I'm going to like what comes next...
Sad tag? Nooooooo!
But for now, d'awwwwwww...
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The amount of Dawww here is indescrible
Oh, look, a new ship I like!
What have i just read?
A first chapter.
A continuation of a previous story.
A good story all in it's own right.
A story with a few errors.
A D'WAAAA filled story.
A Pip/Dinky shipping.
An example of literary genus.
Prose beyond what i could even begin to imagine writing.
A reason to hang up my keyboard for good, and stop writing.
A story I actually WANT to have the honor of reviewing.
So, here I go!
*Procures sonic fine-tooth comb*
Spelling/Grammar:
“I like your mum,” she said Don't the two already know one another?
into the soft whiteness so Pipsqueak stepped closer, A comma might be in order.
The evening sun was dulled behind clouds yet the parts it still reached glowed as See above. Perhaps two, one before and after 'yet'
, staring at the ghostly yet friendly trees. See above. Comma before and after the 'yet' would make it flow better.
photograph like the ones COMMACOMMACOMMA
justice in his opinion and he had trouble thinking COMMACOMMACOMMACOMMACOMMACOMMA
“Yes mother.” Dinky poked his flank as he pulled himself up and he squeaked, making her burst out laughing. “Not fair!” he called down, holding out a hoof to help her up. Overuse of pronouns, don't 'cha think?
branch as it bent warningly under his hoof. FIRING ORBITAL COMMA CANNON!
the ones they made and the ones they will make, Strange.... Use of 'will'? Perhaps 'Were going to make'
Story: I don't feel worthy to say anything about this. But I'm going to anyway!
It seemed well executed, but I, as a reader, would like some back-story as to what has been happening in the last 5 or so years. EX: How long they've been together, a flashback of sorts at the tree for their first kiss? It seems in order for such an amazing story.
As for furthering this into their latter years... I look forward to it!
Socks: Not present....
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And so concludes my review. Hope it helps!
-The Librarian
I'm either gonna die from diabetes or my heart giving out due to so much cuteness...
I think my heart is going to explode
Wow, this is great! It almost is poetry!
I think I know why the sad tag is there....
Oh
please tell me I'm wrong...
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Excellent! I hope that 'Sad' tag is there for trhe same reason I used it on 'School Daze;' drama and heartstrings-tugging, and not out and out tragedy. If it IS...well, it's your story, good sir. You have the right to obey the urge your fingers tap out. Follow your muse to whatever ending fits for you, and I'll read it.
Beautiful. I never thought this amount of d'aawww was posible!
sooo sweet dawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww i cannot express this in words it is too sweet for words.
i have never read any fic like this this totally blew away all of the competitors in my books [still warm and fuzzy feeling in me]
This is pretty... Ok it's
'n fantastic! pretty in depth writing, your style is both captivating and emotional. cool story bro.
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"Because Love is everywhere, and everyone deserves it!"
-Delta-
Oh God this is so tender. If it was a steak, it would be the best thing I've ever eaten.
I love this. Thank you, my dear sir. Willing to continue?
I don't read shipping ever, but I was intruiged after PfaD, and this was thoroughly adorable. 5/5.