A New Element of Friendship
Rain Rain, Go Away, But Pinkie Pie Is Here To Stay
Sometimes it sucks being a pegasus. Since, being a pegasus, you’re a helper in creating the weather. Normally, this means you get positive comments on keeping the weather clear and sunny. On the other hoof, you’re also getting the negative comments, such as thunderstorms on a perfectly good day and, of course, the falling snow for winter. The reason why I say this?
“I simply can not why the pegasus ponies would schedule a dreadful downpour this evening and ruin what could have been a glorious sunny day,” I overheard Rarity as she and Applejack were arguing with each other. Much to everyone’s non-shock and horror.
“Come on Rarity, none of us like it any better. These things do need to happen though,” I replied as I plugged up another part of the sky.
“Med’s right, Rares. Besides, they accidentally skipped the scheduled sprinkle last week, so, we need a doozy of a downpour to make up for it, is all,” Applejack added as she started picking up loose branches.
I nodded with a sheepish smile, as it wasn’t completely our fault that someone forgot to add it to the schedule. Luckily, it wasn’t too late and we’d only need the downpour for the night. With that in mind, my job was soon done and I started to fly back home. It was only when I noticed that most other ponies were gone that I decided to fly back and help out with the clean-up. When I came back though, I saw that Applejack and Rarity were over by… a bench? Strange… I quickly landed near them as I heard Applejack talk, the rain starting to sprinkle down.
“What now?” Applejack asked exasperatedly as she looked over the bench.
“...I prefer not to get my hooves muddy,” Rarity replied as she looked down underneath the bench, seeing the now mud from the sprinkle.
“Y-You’re kidding… right?” I dumbfoundedly said as I looked at her.
Applejack tsked and said, “There is just no pleasin’ ya, is there? Everythin’s gotta be just so.”
Rarity raised an eyebrow as she turned back to face Applejack and me. “Well, and how does muddying my hooves serve any useful purpose?”
At this point, I could the the impending argument and sighed, “Really you two? You’re doing this NOW? Right before a thunderstorm?”
“Well, she started it by asking me to get my hooves muddy,” Rarity pointed a hoof at Applejack.
“That ain’t so! I told you not to worry about the little details and worry about the the practical side of things,” Applejack pointed a hoof right back at her.
“Oh dear LaurFastia, it’s like talking with two bickering children. I don’t care who started it, I’m ending it,” I fumed as I looked at the both of them.
This resulted in a three-way argument between us, which soon ended when an thunderbolt came down and struck down, immediately pushing ourselves close together.
“Find shelter?” I asked as I quickly started to get ready to fly.
“And fast,” Applejack answered as she and Rarity hugged each other close.
I nodded before I quickly flew off, the rain starting to come down harder. I stumbled onto hooves as the rain made my wings too wet to use well, desperately trying to find either a friend’s place to spend the night or to find my own home and crash.
I was saved from this when I ran through the Sugarcube Corner and saw two hooves comedically stretch out and grab me, pulling me quickly inside. It was only when I landed that I could see the culprit: Pinkus Pieus, a.k.a, The Wall Breaker.
...what? It tied in with her family business and she DOES like breaking walls. Just more so the fourth one than any of the other three. Anyways, Pinkie also handed me a towel to dry myself off while she talked to me.
“Heya Med! Long time no meet! Even though you just came by this morning for a breakfast cupcake and some coffee! Anyways, I saw that you were just running through the snow while I was eating my usual ‘Rainy Day’ dessert to try and cheer me up and thought ‘Hey, why is Med running through the rain? He should be dry and warm somewhere’. So I decided to pull you in and dry you up and now you can spend the night here and OH MY LAURFASTIA you’re spending the night with a mare! Lucky stallion you!~” Pinkie rapidly said as she went through a range of emotions.
I suppose my face must’ve been a priceless one, considering that when I looked up at her, she started laughing uproariously. I could also feel the blush that came about when she mentioned that last little part. Though it was surprising I understood most of that long train of thought. Then again… and here’s where I abandon that train of thought that would’ve lead me down the rabbit hole.
“P-Pinkie! I was just trying to see if any of my male friends had a small place I could crash for this thunderstorm if I didn’t manage to make it back to my home in time,” I explained as I started to dry my wings, the only things left wet.
“Aw, you don’t wanna spend some time with any of your female friends?” Pinkie fake pouted as she crossed her hooves.
I rolled my eyes at that one. “You know fully well that isn’t the case. However, I don’t know if it’s decent to spend the night with one of my female friends. Plus, YOU were the one to pull me inside where you work. Speaking of which… where are the Cakes?”
“Um… They had to go somewhere. I think it was something about an anniversary. I don’t know, they said that they were leaving for a while and left me in charge of the shop while they were gone. So it’s just you and me tonight, bucko,” She giggled.
“I… see. Well, looks like I’m dry enough to try and bra-” I was interrupted by a louch crash of lightening, which instantly made my wings spring up in surprise.
“Nuh-uh, mister. You’re spending the night with me. Pinkie Promise?” Pinkie grinned as she pulled out a cupcake and held it out to me.
I chuckled tiredly as I took the cupcake and recited, “Cross my heart and I know how to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” And yes, with all the motions too.
Pinkie nodded firmly, considering it a valid promise. Which meant I either spent the night with her like I promised, or try to leave again, this time with an angry Pinkie on my tail, trying to beat me senseless before not considering me a friend anymore. Given the two options, I decided to do the right thing and NOT end up with the one getting me injured and a loss of a friend.
“So… what do we do now? It’s still too early to call it a night and we can’t exactly play outside,” I asked as the rain thundered down around us.
“Hmm… Well, we only have two ponies… And we’re both of the opposite gender… Well gee, I can’t think of a whole lot,” Pinkie thought as she paced a bit in the dining area.
I sighed again- I get the feeling that’ll be happening a lot more often than usual- wondering why exactly PINKIE was the tease of the group. If it were anypony, I thought it’d be Rarity. But looks can be deceiving it seems. But anyways, it was up to me to try and think of something that the two of us could do on a rainy day (That wasn’t that, get your mind out of the gutter) before Pinkie gasped and looked like she came up with something.
“I know what we can do!” Pinkie cried out as she turned to look at me with a wide grin. “Why don’t you tell me a fun story from when you were human? I’m sure you got tons of them!”
I looked stunned for a moment, almost forgetting that I had been human once, considering how long and how peaceful my pony life had been, new friends included.
“Hmm… Yeah, I think I know a good short story to tell. So get your popcorn and soda ready, because it’s story time,” I chuckled as I saw Pinkie happily nod before zooming off to get the items listed. While she was off, I had wondered what exact story I would tell her that wasn’t exactly violent.
Let’s see here… The Pirate Tale’s a bit too long… Definitely not the Furry Horror Story, but keep that in mind for a campfire tale… Aha! I know exactly which one! The Magical Orphan Story, that one is one of my favorite short stories… Well, it’s not short, but it can be condensed heavily to make it a short story. I thought as Pinkie soon came back with a bucket of popcorn and two bottles of soda, handing one over to me.
“So Mr. Storyteller, whatcha got?” Pinkie sat down, bouncing slightly in excitement.
I grabbed a nearby stool and cleared my throat. “Well, I do have a story about a magical young boy who lived in a cupboard under the stairs. His name was Harry Potter, and this was his adventure, both in and out of school.”
“Ooooo! I like where this is going! Except, why was he under the stairs?” Pinkie commented a she ate her popcorn.
“I’m getting to that Pinkie. You see, Harry lived in a home with his uncle, aunt, and cousin, all of whom hated poor Harry because of one reason: Harry could do magic,” I explained as I stole a bit of popcorn.
“WHAT?!” Pinkie exclaimed as she jumped up, popcorn flying into the air. “Why would anypony do that? That’s just mean! I thought you were going to tell a fun story Med, this isn’t a fun start!”
“Sorry Pinkie, that’s literally how the story starts off. I can’t change that at all if I want to tell you the original story,” I apologized as I rubbed the back of my head, forgetting that ponies tended to be a bit more… nice, is the general term I will use.
“Then we’re gonna change the story! Come on Med, let’s give Harry a new story!” Pinkie smiled widely as she got some paper and pencil.
I chuckled a bit as I took a pencil and wrote out what happened in the stories, or at least, the major points. “This seems to be much better than what I thought. Thanks for thinking of doing this Pinkie, I know writing isn’t what I first would think of for something to do, but hey, it gives us something to do while it still rains.”
"Yepperoni! Now… Oh wow, that’s kinda a long list,” Pinkie stopped for a moment as she looked at the growing pile of paper. “Are you sure these are the main points?”
“These ARE the main points! Trust me on this!” I exclaimed as I was wrapping up Year 2.
Pinkie looked at the pile then back at me a few times before giggling, soon laughing loudly as she rolled on the floor. I looked up, both curiously and befuddlement before looking down at her. “What?”
“Hehe, you sound a lot like Twily, Med! You’re even making notes like her!” Pinkie giggled still.
I blushed slightly as I grabbed a fresh sheet of paper and starting writing down the main plot of each book. “Heh, sorry Pinkie… I was a big fan of the book series when I was living there, so I know a lot of things that I think are crucial.”
Pinkie smiled happily and hugged me. “I know you mean well Med, but even I know when to cut it back a bit! Hehe, I wonder if you’d really like to be where Twily is right now, don’tcha?~”
Pinkie giggled as I sputtered a bit, eventually responding, however, embarrassingly, “D-Don’t be ridiculous Pinkie! I-I’m sure she’s doing just fine without me.”
“That’s not what the blush is telling me~ Hehe, you’re so easy to tease you know that? Better not let Rarity know about your little crush though, otherwise you’ll never hear the end of it from her and me both!” Pinkie giggled as she looked over the 7 plots of the books.
We had fun creating new stories for Harry, but soon it became time for us to go to sleep, which is when I’m writing this, thankfully without Pinkie stealing the notebook to write in it. Today has left me wondering about many things, but more so just one: Do I have a crush on Twilight? I figured the answer wasn’t a definite no, but I can’t tell for sure. I have a feeling it’ll be a restless night for me, especially with the storm passing through. Until next time, it seems.
End of Chapter 10