a series of short stories about Twilight and the others many firsts.
Do you remember your first word?
How about the first time you made someone smile?
What about your first meeting with a friend?
The mane 6 don't, because some of them were babies at the time. But maybe, if take the time to look around, and listen, we can find out their stories. Come along and we'll take a look at various stories of the mane 6 first times in many things.
“Ok, Twilight, say momma? Momma?” the light grey unicorn said, looking at her sitting daughter.
Her husband, could only chuckle and shake his head, “Hun, I know Twilight is smart for a little filly. But I don’t think she is gonna start talking now.”
Velvet looked to her husband with a scowl before continuing, “Twily, about daddy? Try daddy.”
The little filly, only about two, leaned forward and placed her purple hoof onto her mother’s nose. With a little giggle, she made a sound that very much resembled the word “Boop.”
Twilight Velvet looked at the little filly booping her nose with a warm smile, unable to be annoyed by her little daughter. The same could not be said, however, of her laughing husband. To her husband, she shot a look that spelled out dismissal to the couch for the night. That was when the door opened and a white unicorn stallion stepped in, “Mom, dad, I’m home!”
“Hey Shining,” Nightlight said, not seeing his daughter scrunching up her face.
“Nightlight, look! She’s going to say something,” Velvet said, smiling widely.
Everything stopped for the moment, as all eyes looked to the little filly. Slowly she scrunched up her face, began to make a small noise, “Ssssss...”
“Yes?” Velvet asked.
After a few false starts, the little filly looked to her target and squealed, “Shining!” she then ran from her position to her BBBFF and nuzzled his foreleg. With a happy giggle, and a big smile, “Shining.”
“Hey there, Twily. Had fun without me kid?” Shining Armor said, picking up his little sister and holding her tightly. His parents, on the other hand, could only look on, confused yet contented smiles on their faces.
The grey earth pony sat against the wall, a small emotionless sigh escaping her lips. Though she could never show it on her face, the truth was that she was worried. Her mother had been with the mid-wife, nurse, and her father in that room for hours, screaming in horrible agony. Worriedly, she looked up from a small pebble she was playing with to another sound of pain, along with another bout of, “Push, come on, Push.”
Emotionlessly, she turned to look at the pebble and said, “I hope she’s ok boulder. Father said sister was coming before its time and it might hurt her mother. She didn’t want any type of present that might hurt her mother. Looking back at the clock on the wall, Maude continued to wait as the sounds of pain and anger rocked through the farmhouse. While it was true she wanted a sister, a part of her was beginning to think if it was worth all of this trouble.
A few hours later, the screaming had stopped and there was nothing but an uncomfortable silence in the house. Calmly, the filly turned her head to the sound of the door opening and her father stepping out, “Maude? Your sister is here and she wants to see you.”
The three year old did not understand, ‘her sister is here?’ but how did she get delivered? She didn’t hear a cart roll in and deliver her, and that is how deliveries are made, by a cart. That is how her mother and father made rock deliveries so her sister should come by cart. With a shrug and a “Sure,” the grey walked into the room where her mother waited. Past the mid-wife and towards the bed, she caught sight of her mother.
Tired, worn, ragged, and mane out of place, her mother laid on the bed and held in her forelegs a small tiny bundle, “Maude, this is your sister Pinkemena Diane Pie. She wants to say hello to you.”
Curious as to this little bundle, the young mare leaned in to see the little pink thing. It did not seem to be much, just a tiner version of her, only pink and with a flat mane. Maude look a little closer to the new creature in her life, catching sight of her new sister lightly squirming in her mother’s grip and then opening her baby blue eyes. Looking up,she stared straight at Maude and gave a small little baby giggle. Which, as we all know, is basically baby for, “I like you, I don’t know what you are yet, but I like you.”
It was then Maude did something that few could say they've seen her do. Something that few have seen since.
“Now, where on earth did I put them bed sheets? I just bought them yesterday, don’t you know,” Pearl asked, walking through the house. Her mind quickly began to run through possible scenarios, trying her best to figure out why would some pony take her best bed sheets.
Her search was beginning to prove fruitless, until she heard some upbeat dance music coming from her daughter’s room. Eyebrow raised, Pearl walked into her eldest’s room, wondering why would the four year old would be playing such loud music. The answer came in the form of seeing said daughter sitting behind a makeshift podium (consisting of an old treasure chest) with a microphone in hoof, “And strolling down the runway is Mrs. Kitty wearing a Rarity Belle original. This fine outfit is sure to please all of her friends and other kitty playmates.”
Pearl let out a soft chuckle as she looked at the ‘audience’ that consisted mostly of stuffed animals and various dolls, including one of princess Celestia. At the end of the runway, she caught sight of what happened to her new bed sheets. They were now enjoying a new life as a makeshift dress for her daughter’s cat plush. Shaking her head, the pink unicorn lean against the door frame to watch the scene. Yeah, she should scold her, punish the little unicorn for what happened; however, she just couldn't find it in her to do it.
After all, it just might lead to something big one day...
“Big Mac?” Apple Blossom called out from inside the farmhouse. “Did ya finish bucking the apples for today?”
“Eeyup,” Big mac said, confidence in his voice.
“Even Johhny?” she asked, smiling smugly at her eldest.
Sighing, Big Mac turned around, mumbling, “Nope.” Walking silently, he continued a long journey to the misbehaving tree. It was one that always seemed to give him the most trouble, the one that he would forget when he would tend to the orchard. Grumbling, he thought about how he couldn't wait for his sister to become big enough to help him out. Then, he would just sit back and make her do all of the work, “Yeah, that would show that freeloader. Hanging around here fer three years and not putting in a days work. Maybe Ah should start making her work right now, serve her right! Ah swear, if Ah tried something like that paw would have mah-”
“Apples!” came a squeal from the misbehaving tree.
Curious as to who said that, Big mac walked quickly to the tree and found his little sister sitting in front of an apple. The apple was bigger than she was, and looked like it could squish her. But, the brave little farmer was not intimated by the big apple and quickly went to work trying to eat it. Big Mac could do nothing but stand there and watch, crossing his forelegs as his little sister began to eat the fruit of her labor, “Maybe...Ah should hold off on making her work just yet. Ah want her to be little just a bit more.”
Hearing her big brother approach, the young apple looked up to the red stallion from her apple and smiled, “Ah’m a big girl now, Big Mac. Ah bucked an apple all by mahself!”
“Eeyup,” Big mac beamed with pride. “Ya sure are.”
“Gotta keep moving!” Rainbow Dash said to herself, pumping herself up. “Got to beat those guys to the finish line!” risking a quick look, the rainbow maned Pegasus risked a look behind her. Her brief glimpse confirmed it, the two other ponies were following right behind her and it looked like they might catch up to her. A smirk came to her, knowing that try as they might, they would never be able to catch up with her.
After all, she was Rainbow Dash, fastest little three-year old Pegasus this side of Cloudsdale. There was no lighting bolt she can’t out run, no pony she couldn't out pace, and nothing she couldn't do. A small giggle came to her as she turned her head away from the approaching challengers to her title, determined to win the race. It did not matter if they were just walking behind her, they were only trying to fill her with a false confidence as she was gaining the lead. The magenta eyes of the blue filly opened wide as she caught the first sight of the finish line and her goal.
Not wanting to let her parents catch up and beat her (no matter if they were just walking, it was only a head start), the little filly put everything she had into winning this race. Nothing at all would deter her from her goal, her mission, or her prize.
Pushing her little legs to the limits, she crossed her imaginary goal line in a matter of minutes. Confident and happy that she beat all other competitors to this line, she thrust her fore-hooves into the air and cheered, “I WON!” then, she turned her head and looked at her prize. “Yay, first place Fluttershy!”
“Hello Rainbow,” Fluttershy said, getting glomped by the cyan speedster and returning the hug.
A yellow pegasus sat up from her bed and began to look around, feeling as if her bed was empty. It wasn't always hard to find her bed empty, but this was a sleepover and Rainbow Dash, who was sleeping next to her, was nowhere to be found. It was then she heard a small sniffling from the other side of the bed. Looking over the side of the bed, she found her friend rubbing her head and whimpering, “Are you all right?”
“Of course I am all right! I am the invincible speedster Rainbow Dash,” the four year old gloated.
“Then why are you crying?” asked Fluttershy.
“I bumped my head,” she admitted.
“Oh,” Fluttershy said, fluttering down to her level. “I now how to fix that.”
“How?” Rainbow squeaked her question.
“Like this,” the buttery pegasus then kissed her little friend on the spot where Dash had been rubbing. “Feel better?”
The princess strolled onto her balcony, book in her magic, “My faithful subjects, it has come to my attention that there is too much cute in this kingdom,” Twilight began, looking over the various people from her favorite books. “As such, I am hereby ordering all of you to stop being so cute. Especially you,” she commanded, pointing her purple hoof to the large dragon in the center of the crowd. “As of right now, I order you to stop being cute!”
The dragon cocked his head, looked to the purple hoof, and then licked it.
“Spike! You do not kiss the royal hoof! You are supposed to say, yes Twilight!” the purple filly said, walking away from her book podium. With her eyes narrowing, she looked at the young drake. “Now, I will say this again. I order you to stop being cute. What say you?”
The dragon said nothing, opting to put his tail in his mouth and begin to suck on it instead.
“Ok then, I will now execute you in the noble way,” Twilight said, putting her hooves to Spike’s sides and started to tickle him.
The dragon giggled, before wrapping his claws around her and hugging her close, "Rawr."
"Ahhh! Princess under attack, help me!" Twilight screamed as she was pushed back by the little dragon whelp.
Boared! There was no other word in all of Equestria that described how she felt at that moment. If you were to search all of the dictionaries in all of Equestria, you would not be able to find a word that would quite so elegantly describe how she felt at this moment. Yes, the two-year old princess of the night was at that moment, boared out of her skull and there was only one way to fix that. With a tinysnort of determination, she went out in search of the one cure of her boardom.
Said cure was walking alongside her father, King Titan, and was listening to his lesson on how to properly address petitioneers and the public. It was then she felt a tugging on her tail, and small, “tia”, coming from behind her. Turning around, the princess looked at her little sister, “Luna I-”
“Well,” King Titan began. “It seems, dear daughter, that you have somepony who wishes to have an audience with you. You would do well to listen to her request.”
Celestia let out a happy sigh and looked to her younger sister, “All right. The princess of the sun kingdom now notices the princess of the room next to hers. What does thou request of the throne, oh princess?”
The little filly crossed her forelegs over her chest with her eyes narrowed, “Tia!” and then pointed to her room with a snort.
With a giggle, the white alicorn filly nodded in agreement, “I see. The crown acknowledges the petition from her royal magesty and will fulfill her request,” she then turned to her father and bowed. “Your highness, we humbly regret to inform you that we will have to dump all school work, lessons, and teaching for today in order to fulfill the request of her little sister.”
“The crown understands your duties and will let you leave to fulfill her request,” King Titan said, bowing his head in understanding. “You have done well on your first audience, my dear daughter.”
Celestia smiled as she picked up her little sister in her magic and carried the litle filly on her back. After making sure she was out of earshot, she wispered to the little filly’s ear, “Thank you.”
“Tia!” Luna giggled, nuzzling her head into Celestia’s mane
The land of Saddle Arabia was normally peaceful and calm, unless a giant monster began stomping through the land. Standing in the way of the giant black monster, were six young mares, “Stand back girls,” Twilight said, looking up at the large beast. “That is the dread beast of Erakylon! It’s said that his breath is extremely poisonous and deadly. We can’t let him barge into the capital city!”
“Just let me handle this. I can kick that thing right in it’s mangy,” Rainbow Dash began, only to be stopped by an orange hoof.
“Now, hold on a sec, sugarcube!” Applejack objected, her green eyes looking down at her friend. “Ya heard Twilight, if we get too close to that thing we might get poisoned.”
“Oh, maybe we could give him some peppermint sticks! That’ll freshen his breath and make it less poisonous,” Pinkie Pie said, jumping in front of the quintet.
Rarity shook her head, “Pinkie Pie, darling, mints may do well to fix bad breath, but they are not able to cure poison. What this needs, is finesse. He is obviously a gentle monster, we’ll just politely ask him to leave.”
“Oh sure, that’ll work,” Dash said, rolling her eyes.
“At least its better than just ruthlessly attacking the beast,” Rarity objected, not noticing the yellow filly flying up to the beast.
“Excuse me, Mr. Erakylon,” Fluttershy began. “Could you please not rampage through that little city? The horses there worked really hard on it and some of them are Princess Celestia’s friends. So, we would appreciate it if you would not attack this poor little city.”
The creature looked at Fluttershy and then back at the town before grunting and turning to walk away, “Wait, that worked?”
“Well, sometimes all you need is a little kindness,” Fluttershy smiled bashfully.
Twilight giggled, “Come on girls, lets go tell the sultan that their city is safe. Then I can begin to write to Celestia abo-”
“Twily! Time to come home,” shouted a stallion.
Just like that, the world changed for all six of them. The grand city that was the capital of Saddle Arabia became just a small bunch of blocks and cups. The desert became a small sandbox in a park in Canterlot. The monster became a small Gila monster that just visited the girls and now began to scamper off thanks to the two year old filly. And the six mares, whose names and deeds would fade into legend, that would one day conquer chaos, became six little fillies and all barely a year old. Looking up, the purple mare raised her hooves to be picked up by her big brother, “Come on kid, mom’s making spaghetti.”
“Buhye,” Twilight waved to the five mares behind her.
“Come along, Maude. Lets go and get your sister,” Sue Pie said, walking with her eldest daughter.
“Yes mother,” Maude said, walking to the one year old pink filly and picking her up. With a giggle, the filly waved to the four fillies.
“Boy, I tell you, those boys from the old hoofball games can sure talk alot,” Magnum said, using his magic to put Rarity in her carrier.
“Rarity, I do hope you had fun in the sandbox, don’t ya know,” Pearl said, rubbing her daughter’s mane affectionately.
“Un huh,” squeaked the young mare, waving bye to those three young mares.
“Well kid,” a pink pegasus said, landing next to Rainbow dash and picking her up. “It may be a waiting list, but you are looking at a future Wonderbolts trainer.”
A large and bulky yellow mare landed next to her old friend and picked up Fluttershy, “Ya aint there yet, Firefly. Ya still need to prove if you can teach as well as ya can fly.”
“Watch me,” grinned Firefly, nuzzling Rainbow. “But enough business. Did my future flier have fun?”
With a giggle, Rainbow Dash nodded and then pointed her hoof to Fluttershy, “I think she wants a hoof bump,” Poesy chuckled, bringing Fluttershy within range of Dash’s hoofbump.
This left Applejack to sit alone, for only a bit. A few minutes later, she happily squealed with joy at seeing Big Mac walking in with a cart, “Want to ride, Applejack?” at seeing his sister’s affectionate and happy nod, the stallion placed her into his cart and walked off.
Though the Rainboom cemented their bond, the elements pushed them into legend, and their bonds were what connected them, they would never really know that their friendship had gotten its start here. On the day that six random families would head to Canterlot and leave them at the sandbox in the park. The bearers could not realize that the strong bond of friendship had begun here. But, perhaps, deep down inside they felt a mutual and familiar bond, from a day where they sat and played together. On a day where six fillies bonded, unaware of who they really were.
