A Demon in Ponyville
Ch. 27: Jealousy, the Shadow Cast over the Heart
Disclaimer: I do not own the right to MLP or any of its related mediums.
The sky over Sweet Apple Acres was clear in the evening light. A few clouds gently floated across the wide expanse of blue. It was at this time the red stallion of her eye would move across the field, making his long journey back to the farmhouse.
Now however, the silent rugged stallion had another destination. Either he would make his way towards the small cottage outside or the yellow Pegasus would visit him. They would talk and smile. Or they would stand in utter silence, working on their chores or a helpless animal that needed a little extra care.
No one would believe that the large red pony could be so gentle. That his oversized hooves could be so gentle compared to their physical prowess. But that’s why ponies were so fond of Big Mac. He was the gentle giant who only required only a few words.
His green eyes would always look so soft when he looked at the yellow mare. She was so tiny and meek one would be afraid he might hurt her just by his physical presence. That wasn’t so.
The smile on her face was the sweetest thing imaginable. She would look at him like the flower would to the bright sun, full of warmth that could be felt deep inside their cores.
The pair of cyan eyes felt a burning sensation. She had spent all that time, flying over his farm, trying to get his attention and she lost to Fluttershy. He was the ideal stallion and pinnacle of physical prowess.
How come he wouldn’t notice her?
How could such a pick of the opposite sex not look towards the mare who has pushed towards the top physical condition?
Was there something wrong with him?
Was there something wrong with her?
Scootaloo looked up to her, but not many stallions looked at her the same way Big Mac looked to Fluttershy. Those deep green orbs filled with her image burned with a bright intensity.
With a snort, the blue mare turned and burst towards the center of town. A trail of multi-colored light split darkening sky, plowing through any clouds in her way. Taking a right turn, Rainbow Dash found herself over the Golden Oaks Library.
Voices could be heard inside the main reading area. Silently, she lowered herself to the glass window. Sitting inside the tree library was Matthew and Twilight on the coach looking at the single armchair containing a very serious pony.
Matthew’s psychiatrist said, “Yes. I find it necessary to see how you two interact since I’ve heard so much. Now please try the exercise like we discussed.”
Both Twilight and Matthew sighed before reaching out towards the center table. The purple alicorn lifted up a puppet on her hoof that held a close likeness to her. A small gold alicorn was held in the stallion’s hoof.
The purple mare started the conversation, “I just don’t see why you don’t want to visit Crystal Empire. I’m going to help set up the Equestrian Games. It’ll be fun.”
“But you’re brother’s there and I’m getting annoyed by his constant death threats,” her coltfriend said in an unnatural high pitched voice.
“Why are you using that voice?” she asked.
“I thought that’s how you’re supposed to use a voice when play dolls,” the stallion responded with real confusion.
“You’re not suppose to use a funny voice. You’re suppose to talk-talk.”
“Then why are we using them at all?”
“It’s suppose to help you say things that you would not normally say,” Sure Note made a few notes on her paper.
“Why can’t we just talk normally?” the stallion said, moving the figure and using the higher pitched voice.
“You’re using the voice again,” Twilight pointed out, moving the mouth of her puppet in sync with her words.
“How is this going to help?” the gold pony looked back at his doctor.
“Just try to act naturally with your prop. It’s supposed to help you express yourself easier,” Dr. Note was still the same calm individual as always.
“Oh you mean like,” Matthew began before using his figure with the same playing voice, “Her brother’s a douche that keeps on sending me letters about how he’ll save Twilight from my evil penis or something like that. I didn’t pay attention to most of them.”
“I don’t like playing dolls with you,” his marefriend said. With that statement, her puppet reached over, grabbed Mini-Matthew and spat him across the room with exaggerated sound effects.
“My Mini-Matthew, you destroyed my Mini-Matthew!” the original pony snapped, “I’ll kill you! Die!” With both of his hooves, he wrapped them around the neck of Twilight’s puppet and began to squeeze.
The mare using the puppet wasn’t hurt, but she did provide the sound effects of her chocking Mini-Twilight, “Ahhhh. Ahh. A. Agh…”
The stallion removed both forelegs from the puppet’s neck, “Oh my god I killed her.”
“You killed her,” Twilight snapped with a roll of her eyes.
“I killed puppet you.”
“You killed puppet me!”
Looking around the stallion said, “Uh… do we bury her in a shoebox or how does this work?”
“She wanted to be cremated!”
The gold pony looked at the purple one with a confused expression before managing to say, “Puppet you is very specific.”
“Well Puppet-Twilight planned for everything except you killing her ass!”
“Alright let me get the fireplace ready,” The stallion began.
Then Rainbow Dash saw something, something impossible. Twilight’s stoic expression began to break into a grin and her giggles began to break from her control. Matthew’s smile and laughing was close behind her.
The rainbow Pegasus had to turn away from the unusual couple as the golden muzzle nuzzled the side of Twilight’s neck, getting a very silly laugh from his mare.
Even Twilight Sparkle… Twilight the Mega-Egghead had sex before the Number One Flier in Equestria.
How could a stallion find Twilight sexy before her?
Dark thoughts swirled in the lone Pegasus’s mind as she flew to her house made of clouds. The tall arching roof and tall pillars of fluffy material cast a deep shadow over the lone pony. She felt such a weight on her mind.
Why didn’t ponies like her that much?
The red crush she had for the lone farmer didn’t look to her with those bright eyes. Even the stallions of Ponyville didn’t look at her like that. She wasn’t like Applejack and was married to her job of running the business Sweet Apple Acres. Rarity had been on more social dates than Rainbow Dash.
The stylist had been in contact with more stallion than her and she found many companions on her long business trips. Her little black book was detailed and each of those stallions had been there for Rarity. In the physical act, they found just a small second of love and the pair would leave shortly after with good tidings.
The white mare always held hope that she would find the right stallion in the end, but she knew that even the small sparks of passion were just the speed bumps on the path towards her true love.
The Pegasus shook her rainbow mane, trying to process how Pinkie Pie was able to make her long distance relationship work. The strange stallion who planned her birthday and anniversary to moving to Ponyville wrote the pink pony every day. Her teeth ground against hard at the painstakingly long task of listening to Pinkie Pie pull out and read each letter she received.
Some of his letters included a picture or two. Rainbow still couldn’t understand how Pinkie was in some of the photos with Cheese Sandwich or why Cheese was mailing a picture of them to Pinkie as a far off correspondence.
It made no sense and the worn out mare left it to that. Pinkie Pie was her own pony and no amount of logic or science could explain her.
But how could she, Rainbow ‘Awesome’ Dash, not have a special somepony?
Was it that everypony else was so intimidated by her awesomeness they didn’t try to ask her out?
Was her brave behavior scaring the stallions away?
Or was it something deeper?
All Rainbow could do was drag herself to her bed, ignoring the height of the sun and lie on her Wonderbolt’s comforter. A cold, reptilian head nudged her cheek. With an absentminded hoof, she patted the tortoise’s head.
Turning a cyan eye towards her pet, the aged pet offered her a worn smile. He could see the conflict behind her eyes and her stance. “Hey Tank.”
Tank took a position next to Rainbow Dash, her warm side against his shell. He rested his chin on her foreleg, looking up into her face.
“Tank, can I ask you a question?”
Tank nodded. His eyes brightened at her waiting for her next words.
“Do you think stallions like me?”
Tank nodded his consent. Many ponies looked up to his master and would smile as she flew through town or performing her tricks.
“I mean as a mare?”
The green head tilted slightly, trying to decipher her words.
“I mean, do you think there’s a pony out there that will… love me?”
Tank rubbed his head against her blue fur. He loved her. Maybe not the way she wanted, but love was love. Her friends loved her and so did he.
“Do you think I can do a relationship? Maybe being a mom?”
Her cyan eyes roamed over her room. Every surface was covered in Wonderbolts memorabilia. But there was no picture of her parents. Not one in the large house made of clouds did she ever hang a photograph of her parents.
Picking herself up, Rainbow moved towards the lone dresser in the room. Inside the bottom drawer, there was a jumbled mess of letters and torn paper. Her father’s hoof writing was blocky, but the words could be made out. The letter about his promotion at the weather factory or about the little fillies and colts at the flying academy he volunteered every weekend for.
But there were no pictures of the stallion.
There were only the words he wrote.
Rainbow racked her brain on the last time she visited his house. Her brow furrowed in concentration trying to remember the date. It had to be before the last Summer Sun Celebration when Nightmare Moon returned and Princess Luna was saved from the darkness.
In all that time, she never really thought about her dad except when she received a letter from him.
How many had she responded too?
Barely half of them and that was being generous to Rainbow Dash’s own assumptions.
A strange thought pushed like a needle through the grey matter of her mind: maybe she was just too fast for it. She blitz through life like a speeding bull and never really stopped to think about it. Maybe she never noticed the ponies outside her friends.
“Maybe that’s the problem…”
The future Wonderbolt felt like she was missing it. In her mad dash to achieve the fastest speeds a pony could go, she missed out on so many things. Her father was one of them. A stallion that had raised her, supported her and always wrote to her. In return, she didn’t think about him much and made little effort to return the long distance affection as her eyes were stuck on the finish line.
“Tank?”
The green tortoise nodded, keeping his eyes on the mare.
“I’m gonna go visit somepony, wanna come?”
The tortoise smiled at the thought. He nodded and the pair left the floating cloud house towards Cloudsdale. They held a smile on their lips. The future would be brighter if she was willing to stop and find it.