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// Bottles and Burps 
// Story: Jammin' Gemini 
// by Aragem 
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*“Don’t call me that. . . .don’t call me that.” *  Victory pressed her hooves over her eyes.  * “Don’t you ever fucking call me that again. . .” *
* “S-sorry . . . this isn’t how I wanted to tell you.” *   
* “Stop talking . . . just stop talking right now . . .” * 
Jelly sat in silence as Victory slowly absorbed the information.  Inside, she felt as if a hungry dog was gnawing at her organs.  She wanted Victory to say something to her, anything at all.  Then she heard herself start talking, * “Dad sent me to live with my grandparents . . .he died when the Zanburst went down above Salvo.  I . . never had the chance to meet him . . .I thought for so long believed that my mother had died.  It wasn’t until two years ago, I found out.  My college fund was running out and I was looking for a scholarship I could apply for.  There was one for students whose had a parent die in one of the wars . . .I figured that since I had both parents killed in action, then I would certainly qualify.  I found my father’s death certificate, but I never found yours.  When I asked my grandparents, they told me the truth.  I wanted . . . to find you.” *
*“Why?” *  Victory still covered her eyes and was rocking.  Jelly feared that she may fall into the hole by accident, but she dared not move.
* “I . . .wanted to . . .to know you.  You’re my mother . . .” *
* “And do you like what you found?” *
Anything that Jelly would have said next died before it even left her lips. 
*“I kill people.” *  Victory dropped her hooves and Jelly was able to see her eyes.  There was anger and disgust, but it wasn’t only directed towards her.  * “Back on Shraxi, I killed this Shraxian’s whole family for information.  I asked him where his leader was hidden; he refused to speak so I bashed his youngest’s head against a tree until it was dead.  Again, I asked the same question, he said he didn’t know.  So I shot his second youngest in the head.  Again, I asked.  He said he didn’t know.  So I slit his eldest’s throat.  I ended up killing his wife, his mother, and even his goddamn thing they used as cows.  And you know something . . .I knew he didn’t know anything.  He was just grunt, they don’t tell grunts shit, but I did it because not only to put the fear of me in his associates, but because it felt fucking good.  It felt so goddamn good, I had a cigarette afterwards.  And don’t think that was the only time.” *
Jelly learned that sometimes emotions can be so intense and confused that it was possible to feel nothing.  To have emotions cored away until you were empty inside as a hollowed shell, because if you were able to experience each of them, you would go insane. 
Victory closed her eyes and then rose to her hooves.  She moved slowly as if greatly fatigued. * “You don’t want me for a mother . . . in fact, I didn’t want you.  Seriously, why the hell would you look for a mother that popped you out and left.  And not call, write, or even send you a fucking card on your birthday?  That has got to be the stupidest shit I ever heard of.” *
Jelly couldn’t speak.  If she did . . .she didn’t know what sound would come out. 
*“Okay, here is what you are going to do.  You get to walk.  Understand?  You get to walk, me Noa Laotaner is giving you a chance to walk out of this unscathed and trust me when I say this, it doesn’t happen very often.” * Victory glared at her as she stepped closer, her hooves crushing the soil as she crushed a unicorn’s heart.  * “Go back to the inn, get your shit and go back to the ship.  Go to your quarters and stay there for the duration of the mission.  I’ll sign your resignation and when we dock back on Haven territory, you’ll leave.  Go home.  Don’t try to contact me, don’t think about me, and don’t even try to remember me.  Because I will not be giving you the same inclination either.” *
The aqua unicorn could barely get to her hooves with her body trembling as if she had suffered a crippling injury.  She walked with head lowered, and tail limp.  Victory didn’t watch her leave, she kept her eyes forward as the unicorn past and it wasn’t until the unicorn had gone that she sat on the grass and dipped her head bowed.
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Fluttershy didn’t like the dark.  It kept reminding her of scary things and worst of all, it kept her from seeing those scary things that threaten to come out and eat ponies.  However, her friend was in trouble and Fluttershy knew that she would need care and it wasn’t that long walk to Ponyville.
Flying would be much faster, but she didn’t care much for flying at night.  She was a weak flyer and tended to crash into branches at night and Celestia forbid that she should disturb a bird’s nest or sleeping squirrels.
She froze when she heard a twig snapped and uttered a short shriek.
“Uh . . .hello?”  A soft voice called to her from the darkness. 
Fluttershy uncovered her eyes to see a green unicorn peering at her alongside the path.  “Jelly Jam?  Hello, I’m sorry if I disturbed you . . .”
“I . . . I think I disturbed you.  I . . .I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you . . .”  Jelly’s voice was soft and cracked.
Fluttershy knew pain when she saw it.  “Jelly, are you alright . . . ?”
“Y-yeah.  I’m fine . . .I . . .I just had a fight with my . . .ma-mo- . . .”  Her voice broke into a low keen which lapse into harsh sobs. 
Fluttershy was there in seconds.  She wrapped her forelegs around the unicorn and gave her a much needed shoulder to cry on.  The yellow pegasus patiently held the weeping unicorn uttering soothing words and a hoof stroking her blue mane.  Minutes past, and then after crying out the worst of her pain, the unicorn held onto the gentle pegasus and breathed heavily into her shoulder.
“Do you want some cocoa?”  Fluttershy asked her.
“Cocoa?”  Jelly mumbled against her shoulder.
“I have some in my pack.”  Hanging down her side was a cylinder shape pack she had filled with hot cocoa.  “I was taking some to Twilight Sparkle, but there’s plenty enough for you to have some.  But if you don’t want any, that’s okay, we can stay like this.” 
They made an awkward appearance.  A unicorn and a pegasus hugging alongside the road in the middle of the night.  “It’s okay . . .I think I’m better now.”
They released each other.  Jelly wiped her eyes on the back of a fetlock, “Sorry about that.  I . . . I’m not usually that emotional.”
“Oh, it’s alright.  I don’t mind.  If it hurts, it’s alright to cry.”  Fluttershy smiled.
Jelly loved Fluttershy for that.  She loved her even more for not inquiring further about the cause for her tears.  There was something about being around this kind pegasus that was a soothing balm to her heart. 
Something happened that changed Jelly/Mikala’s life that night.  It changed her destiny and fate.
She didn’t return to the ship.
She followed Fluttershy to Twilight Sparkle’s home.
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When they arrived at the library, they weren’t the only visitors.  When they were allowed inside, they saw a table laden with muffins, several different types of butter, and ingredients for s’mores.
Pinkie Pie appeared so abruptly before them, both unicorn and pegasus shrieked.  Fluttershy scrambled to hide behind Jelly, her hooves over her eyes in fright.  Her companion on the other hand recovered enough to recognize the pink pony from the bakery.  “Uh . . .Pinkie?”  How could anyone forget such a name?
“Welcome to Twilight Sparkle’s Second Slumber Party!”  Pinkie drew them both inside with a great big hug that swept them both off their hooves.  It should have been impossible for a pony of Pinkie’s size to lift two grown ponies so high off the floor, but she managed it without a gasp for air after she plopped them down onto the floor. 
Then Pinkie broke into a song.
Welcome, welcome to slumber party for Twilight!
Food is here to we’ll be sure to eat hearty!
We’ll fluff the pillows for a pillow fight!
Welcome welcome to Twilight’s slumber party!
Jelly blinked several times, again amazed by the vivacious spirit that is Pinkie Pie.  “I . . .I didn’t know you were going to a slumber party?”  Jelly said to Fluttershy.
“I-I didn’t either.”  Flutter glanced nervously about as if expecting an attack.
A sharp slap on their backs caused Jelly to cry out and Fluttershy to take to the air.  While hovering the air with flapping cyan wings Rainbow Dash giggled, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
“Rainbow Dash, really!”  Rarity’s cultured voice carried over the pegasus’s giggles as the lovely unicorn walked forward.  Her large blue eyes slanted with disapproval.  “That is not any way to greet guests to a party.”
“I said I was sorry.”  Rainbow rolled her eyes as she drifted to the floor with wings unfolded.
“I didn’t know that you were having a party.”  Jelly sidled toward the door.  “I better leave.”
Jelly was not to leave.  Pinkie appeared behind her, throwing a foreleg across her shoulders, “More the sleepier!  Wait, that comes later. . .”
Jelly was spun out into the floor and when she came to a stop, she was on a cushion next to Twilight Sparkle.  The lavender unicorn at been staring at the floor in deep thought.  She caught a glimpse of a piece of parchment that Twilight slipped under the cushion before she turned to her, “Hey, welcome to my second slumber party.”
“I didn’t mean to intrude.”  Jelly settled onto her stomach, tucking her forehooves beneath her. 
“Oh, no.  In fact, I wasn’t planning on having a slumber party.  Pinkie Pie just showed up with everything and announced that I was having a party.”  Twilight offered a small smile.  “I had an . . . incident . . .this morning and a party is her way of cheering me up.”
“I see . . . I haven’t had a good day at all myself.”  Jelly closed her eyes and willed herself not to cry.  If she broke down here, what would she tell them? 
“Fortunately, Winter Welcome will be over tomorrow and we can finally relax.” 
“Yeah . . . I might be leaving.”
“Really?  Oh no.  Why?  Cheerilee won’t be back for a while yet.” 
“I . . .I ah, had a fight with my mom.”
“It must be pretty bad for you to leave.”
“Yeah, well, mom doesn’t mince words.” 
Twilight tilted her head, “I’m not really close to my mother either.  Maybe you two could talk . . .”
“Noooo . . . . Mom would tear my head off if I showed my face around her . . .”
“Would you like a muffin?”  A small purple lizard walking on biped legs with green fringes that followed from his head down his spine to the tip of his tail.  He was holding out a tray of muffins and looking at her with large green eyes.
“No thanks.”  Jelly stared at what only her mind could label a dragon. 
A dazed look cross the dragon’s face as he drifted toward Rarity with the tray.  “Rarity, I have muffins!”
Twilight must have noticed her amazement because she leaned forward, “That’s Spike.  He’s my assistant and a baby dragon.” 
Jelly started to say she had never seen a dragon before, but she was interrupted by a loud noisemaker that unfurled between them.  Pinkie Pie leaned forward between them, her face full of cheer with a bright smile.  “Truth or dare!  Jelly, you go first!”
“Shame that Applejack isn’t here.”  Rarity took up a cushion across from them.  “But then she and her sister are finally healing that rift between them.”
“Aw, it was about time she laid off the Cutie Mark Crusader.”  Rainbow Dash alighted on the edge of a table, looking down haughtily.  “Poor filly couldn’t catch a break.”
“Jelly!  Truth or dare or trare or duth?”  Pinkie Pie reminded them that a game was going to commence.
“Dare?”  Jelly took a risk, not wishing to answer any sensitive questions.
“Burp a nursery rhyme while standing on your head!”
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Victory filled the hole in.  She had expected to use a shovel, but in her haste, she used magic.  With one sweep, as if a giant’s hand had slide along the earth, the mound of dirt poured into the hole making it whole.
Then she returned to the inn.  Her mind was pulled back to moment of weakness, back on the Zanburst.  She had suffered near fatal gunshot wound and had gotten out of surgery.  The drugs made her lose all inhibition and during after-hours when a young sexy male nurse came in to check on her medication, well, she took what she wanted.  And he had no complaints about making it with a celebrated soldier with what he told her had an amazing rack.
It wasn’t until she was out in the field when signs of pregnancy made themselves known.  Vomiting, fatigue, and dizzy spells she had at first chalked up to a common bug that had been going around the soldiers.  Then when she realized that her monthly visitor had skipped a few visits, she nearly floored by the revelation.
If her superiors ever found out she was pregnant, there would go her credit and reputation.  Any time her name came up for promotion or ranking up, the story of her pregnancy would weight it down.  The military had a thing against sending mothers to die for their planet and she did not want to be a mother now.
Getting an abortion wasn’t possible.  She was out in the field with only emergency medics who likely wouldn’t know which end a baby came out of.  Oh, she tried the doing it herself.  She put in extra hours in the gym weight lifting, took various pills, and even tried with a garrote wire, but the little shit in her womb refused to be exterminated.    
Hiding it wasn’t too hard the first few months.  She toughed it out during the sickness and when her stomach became tight and she was beginning to show, she shot herself in the leg during a shootout and pulled some strings to put her on leave for the last half of the pregnancy.
She gave birth in a small free clinic and provided a false name for their paper work.  Laotaner remembered Stuart Briggs name because shortly after their liaison, he had attempted to contact her of which she ignored.  Now it seemed that his attempts of continuing their relationship were of aide as she arranged for the caretakers to hand the child over to the father. 
She didn’t want the girl.
When arrived at the inn, she planned on falling into bed and dying for a few hours.  However, when she opened the door she heard a high feminine giggle.  Victory shoved the door opened and stared in mute horror at the scene on the bed.
For the first millisecond, she thought the green unicorn was Jelly, but the hair was shorter and green with a white streak.  And lying right next to her, nuzzling her neck with a jet black snow was Winter who had a wing splayed across her back. 
Victory’s usual habit of seeing something shockingly distaste was to fly into a barrage of curses, threats, and sometimes fists.  But she was still recovering from a heavy gravity of discovery that the woman she had intensely disliked had been a long lost unwanted daughter that she could only stare in mute shock.
Winter lifted his head from the mare’s neck and saw his commander, “Oh . . . uh Mother, this is Lyra Heartstrings. . .”
“Hello.”  The green unicorn’s had her ears laid back and lowered her head embarassed.
Beneath her right eye, the skin throbbed visibly.  “Winter . . . dear sweet child of mine, ask your friend to leave.  It’s late.”
“I have to go anyway.”  Lyra hopped off the bed and Victory could see the hue blush on her cheeks.  “I have to get early for last minute practice, but you should see me at the dance . . . I’ll be the green one playing the harp.”
Winter stretched his lips in a brilliant smile.  “I’ll see ya there, Minty.” 
The unicorn mare giggled as she left, giving the slack-jaw Victory a decent berth.  As soon as the door closed, Victory uttered the first word that her lips could form.  * “Gross.” * 
*”What?” *
* “That’s a fucking animal you are boning.”*
* “Nothing happened.  She came over to hangout and I got to learn a bit more about the culture.”*  He flicked his wings to sharply with a soft snap.  * “So, is she dead and buried.” *
* “I sent her back to the ship.” *  Victory muttered then arched an eyebrow.  * “She didn’t come by?” *
* “Nooo . . .I thought you killed her.” *  Winter shrugged.
* “Shit,” * Victory grunted under her breath.  * “Let me worry about that.  You just take my report back to the ship and send it off and bring back any responses.” *
* “Yes ma’am.” *
* “Also, leave your bottle.” * 
* “What bottle?” *
* “Don’t screw with me.  You’re Winter.  You always have a bottle of booze lying around somewhere.” *
He left after depositing the bottle on the table.  Victory waited until her change so she could properly drink.  The drink slid down her throat warming her up from within and soon her emotions and senses would dull.  What a sight she must make?  A naked woman in her 50’s, drinking warm whiskey straight from the bottle, in pony land. 
The niggling wave of disappointment bothered her.  She had been looking forward to killing Mikala Briggs.  Her excitement about the event had brought out her brighter side for the foals.  Hell, she had fun watching them dig.  She had been anticipating tonight as one would a saucy date or viewing a much anticipated movie.   
Damn, did she ever have problems.  She’d been to therapists before as a requirement by military policy, but for some reason, they kept transferring her around to different doctors.  She didn’t think it was just because of her charming attitude.  Maybe they saw something in her that scared them, something that they didn’t want to deal with.  Then likely whatever it was, it was what gained her promotions.  Military wanted people like her that had no qualms about how they got the job done.  And she had gotten a lot of jobs done. 
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“Maaaaarreeeeeee . . . had UHHHHHH leeee tuaaaaaaaa laaaaaaaammb!” 
She was dizzy from being upside down and it was hard to remember the nursery rhyme with the peals of laughter from the watching ponies.  What had helped with belching was the large bottle of soda she guzzled before taking on this endeavor. 
She was leaning against the wall with her legs in the air.  She was surprised at how easy it was to send on just her forehooves, but then her hands were palms with sprawling fingers.  They were solid round hooves that easily held up her weight. 
As she struggled to remember the next line, she lost her balance when she broke into ragged laughter and fell forward, her legs banging on the floor.  It hurt, but not enough to ease her side hurting giggles. 
“Okay, now you choose who goes next!”  Pinkie Pie bounced about the laughing ponies.  One thing that Jelly was quick to pick up on is that Pinkie Pie never walks.  She bounces. 
Jelly rolled onto her back, her forehooves folded at her chest and hind legs splayed to the sides.  Her body rocked from the ferocity of her laughter.  Where thirty minutes ago, she would have burst into tears if she gave too much thought into Victory, now she couldn’t stop laughing.  She hadn’t had such a good laugh in years.
“Uh uh . . . .Rarity!  Rarity!  Truth or . . .dare!”  Jelly rolled shakily onto her legs. 
“I have nothing to hide.  Truth.”  Rarity easily spoke, because she didn’t share in the laughter.  She had been shocked at Pinkie’s dare proclaiming that it was unladylike to burp. 
“Ummmm, who are you planning to go to the dance with?”  Jelly didn’t feel comfortable with asking something personal or embarrassing.
“Oh well, that’s easy.  With my friends.  Is this the first time you’ve played?”  Rarity inquired with a bemused smile.
“Uh, yes.  When it’s my turn again, I’ll ask a better one.”
Before it came back to her turn again, Rarity had dared Rainbow Dash to stay on the floor for the duration of the game and not hover or fly at all until the end of the game.  Rainbow huffed planted her hooves firmly on the floor and whipped her tail irritated.  Then she called on Pinkie Pie and the game continued.
Jelly was surprised by how much she was enjoying herself.  She had hung out with previous girlfriends before, but conversations always turned back on what misery their boyfriend or husband was putting them through or anxieties about work and life.  Here, in this library home all the ponies were successful women who were happy with their jobs and lives.  And they were happily playing a juvenile game and enjoying a slumber party without all the hang ups.
By the time it came around her turn, it was Rarity who called on her.  This time she chose truth.
“Hmmmm, oh, have you ever had a special somepony?”  Rarity inquire with a sly slant of her eyes.
Mentally, Jelly had to assume by the way Rarity was looking at her so coying that special somepony mean boyfriend.  “Yeah, three.”
All eyes stared at her with the intensity of high rifle power lasers.  Jelly instantly regretted being so truthful.  The fun had made her too lax.
“Three boyfriends?  You had three boyfriends?”  Rarity was incredulous.
Even Twilight Sparkle looked impressed, “You must have been popular from where you came from.”
“Y-yeah . . . I mean, don’t any of you have boyfriends?”
This was followed by a round of embarrassed guffaws, away glances, and pink cheeks.  Fluttershy looked as if Jelly had asked if they had ever shoved red hot pokers in their eyes. 
Jelly hid her grimace in an act of scratching her nose.  Not every race treated sex and relationships as casually as humans did.  Now she must seem like the whore of Babylon to these ponies.  She needed to salvage this before it got out of hand. 
“Ummmmm, Rainbow Dash . . . truth or dare?”  Maybe moving the game along would help.
“Wait, wait, you have to tell us about them.”  Rarity held up a hoof. 
“What?”  Jelly’s eyebrows rose.  “I answered the dare question.”
“New rule.  You have to explain yourself.” 
“Ugh, why don’t we eat s’mores instead.”  Rainbow Dash looked bored with the new topic. 
“That’s a good idea, Rainbow.”  Twilight spoke up as if sensing Jelly’s unease.  “I am getting a little hungry.  Spike, go get the chocolate ready and Pinkie Pie and I will get the marshmallows and graham crackers.”
Jelly mouthed a silent thank you when she was certain Twilight would see it.  The lavender unicorn nodded with a soft smile as followed the bouncing pink pony to the s’more table.
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Noa Laotaner felt the onset of a headache by the time the bottle emptied.  She pressed her brow into her hands as the pain throbbed at her temples. It felt as if her head was full of cotton and pins.  She’d might as well go ahead and take a shot before she passed out. 
When she stood, her hip hit the table edge and the bottle fell onto its side and rolled off the table. 
“Shit!”  Laotaner imagined the sharp glass on the floor that she may cut her bare feet on. 
But the shatter didn’t come.  In fact, the bottle remained intact encased in magical levitating inches above the floor.  It rose, slowly rotating, above the table and drew toward an amazed Laotaner who held up a hand that the bottle gentle landed in.  She stared at the bottle in utter amazement and then again she levitated it out of her experimentally. 
She was performing magic while a human.
The corners of her lips turned up in a smile.  Tonight wasn’t so bad after all.
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Whenever Jelly would seep into depression, a pony would say or do something that would snatch her from its grip.  Whether it was Pinkie Pie’s antics or Rainbow Dash bragging about an acrobatic stunt performed by the Wonderbolts, her spirits was lifted and held high. 
The only one that knew about her tears was Fluttershy, and the timid pegasus didn’t utter a word about it.  Jelly made certain that she would thank the mare later for being there for her and bringing her to this party, even if it wasn’t her intent.
Even with spirits held so high, eventually, they have to come down.  It was getting late and Rarity sternly reminded them about Winter Welcome being tomorrow and that they would all need their beauty rest since they would be staying up late tomorrow night. 
Sleeping arrangements were made and Jelly didn’t know how it came to be that she was sharing a bed with Twilight Sparkle and Fluttershy.  The bed was pretty wide even by human standards and they fitted comfortably side by side. 
She lay there between them, her fetlocks curled over the edge of the blanket.  A lot of things went through her mind.  For one thing, she hadn’t changed at all.  Not once did she feel the tug at her innards or the stretching and unfurling of her limbs.  She had stayed a pony throughout the day and now through the night.  Was it possible that she may change later tonight?  And if she did, would she change back without the aid of nanonites? 
It could blow her cover, but why not?  What the hell did she owe Laotaner, the woman who did not want to be a mother to anyone?
Jelly roughly threw herself onto her side, nearly wrenching the blanket from Fluttershy’s sleeping form, and huffed.  Silent anger frustrated her.  She wanted to get up scream, curse, and hit something.  Maybe it was true that she ambushed Laotaner, but did it really give the woman reason to utterly reject her like that.
Deep down, in reflection, had she expected Laotaner to react negatively to the news.  The woman didn’t exactly act as if they were bosom friends.  And also, Jelly realized that she what she wanted was to talk to her mother, to try again.  But she supposed it was better to let everything cool off, likely Laotaner was reacting out of shock.
“Can’t sleep?” 
Jelly nearly jumped off the bed in her fright.  Twilight was on her side watching her.  The green unicorn turned the to lavender unicorn and replied softly, “Not really. . .”
“Thinking about your mother?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sure it’ll be alright.  You should try talking to her tomorrow.”  Twilight tucked her forehooves under the blankets.
“Yeah, I want to talk to her, but I think I should let a few days pass to let things settle between us before I try to mix it up again.”
“Sure, if you think that’s best.”  Twilight offered an encouraging smile.  “I’m not able to sleep myself.  I have worries too.”
“What’s wrong?” 
“It’s . . . you ever had this feeling of helplessness?”  Twilight’s eyes glanced worriedly at her.
“Yes, I think everyone has felt that way at one point.”  Jelly had been feeling that way since she enlisted. 
“I feel that something is happening, but I can’t see what it is and I think that I knew what was going on, I can stop it.  Princess Celestia has told me not to worry about and enjoy Winter Welcome and I have learned my lesson before about worrying about things I can’t help, but . . .”  Twilight looked at the pony who lay next to her, face merely inches from hers, “I feel that it’s staring me in the face and I just can’t see it.”
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Derpy Whooves landed on the cool grass and sighed with deep relief that she had managed to work a whole night shift without anything breaking, falling, crashing, or blowing up once.  She had to work a double shift in order to get tomorrow off to enjoy Winter Welcome and it would be well worth it.  Her manager seemed relieved to let her have time off in order to guarantee that First Snow went off without a hitch tomorrow.
Now just to walk home and give her wings a much needed rest.  It wasn’t easy to constantly flap them to cool the air to make it suitable for snow.  She could almost see her breath in the air before her nose.  And now she was seeing a little foal being carried away on little blue streaks.
What?
It went by so fast her yellow eyes spun unevenly in her sockets and she turned her head to see the blue blurs carry the foal toward the Everfree Forest.
“Uhhhh, that doesn’t seem right.”  Derpy wondered if it was because she was tired that she was seeing things.  Wasn’t that Smokey’s colt?  And then she saw the muffin.
It was a beautiful muffin with berries as blue as the night stares with a glaze of sugar along the perfect mound.  It rested on the grass not less than five feet from her.  She giggled with delight, the foal forgotten as she trotted to the most wonderful treat in all of Equestria. 
Just before she could grab the perfect muffin, each of her hooves were grabbed and then she was carried backwards at such a high speed, the world seemed to blur by her.  She shrieked, her eyes spinning, as she too was carried to the Everfree Forest.
And below her, she heard a small high voice.
“Tell Kingie, we got Muffin Queen too!”