2 weeks later
It's been 2 weeks since I got the job at Sugarcube Corner, and I've been earning quite some bits. I've been able to afford my own food, get some more school supplies just in case I ran out, and I've been able buy some toiletries.
"Wait, are you saying for the past 2 weeks, you haven't been brushing your teeth?"
W-what?! Ew! No! I've been keeping my teeth clean...with mouthwash at least...
"Huh?"
Uh nothing! Nothing.
Anyways, I've also been able to get to know more about the Cakes, Professor Pinkie, and Mrs. Cakes apprentice, Sugar Belle. She was a really sweet mare. She was a pink unicorn, with a poofy, purple mane and tail kept together by blue beads, magenta eyes, and a cutie mark of a cupcake. I also met her boyfriend, Big Macintosh, who I also learned is Professor Applejack's brother, when she and Big Mac were on a little date.
During my first week, there was this one day where I was cleaning up the kitchen, you scrubbing the counters and washing the dishes and what not. Just when I finished cleaning, I suddenly heard like a poof noise. When I turned around, I saw a unicorn filly and a pegasus colt standing over a bag of flour, with the flour spewing out. The unicorn filly was yellow with an orange mane, and the pegasus colt was beige with a brown mane. I couldn't be too mad them though because they were babies. I picked the little rascals and asked the ponies in the restaurants who were the parents of the little bumpkins. Mr. and Mrs. Cake told me that they were their kids, Pound and Pumpkin. I asked Mr. Cake how come their kids were a unicorn and pegasus while they were earth ponies. Mr. Cake said, and I quote, "my great-great-great-great grandfather was a unicorn and Cupcake's second cousin twice removed was a pegasus."
...
Yeaaah. I don't think that's how genes work.
Other than my job at Sugarcube Corner, life has been relatively normal. Well, as normal as it can be for my life in a world filled with neon-colored equines. I've been having my weekly checkups with Nurse Redheart, and just a couple days ago, she told that my stitches were now fine and that I was able move freely. Like I said when I first got them, I had a set of cool scars now. I'm been hanging out more and more with my friends and gotten to know more about them. Apparently Silverstream was born a hippogriff, but when someone called the Storm King attacked, she and her people retreated into the ocean as seaponies. I told Professor Dash that I was able to practice flying without any risks. Now here I am, about to start flying for the very first time.
"Ok kid. So you wanna learn how fly, eh? The two parts of flying are being able to hover and move around. Once you start to get used to both of them, flying will become a natural thing to do. Now, I want you to spread those wings and show me what you got," Professor Dash said.
I spread out my wings (still weird btw) and hopped into the air. You'd think that repeatedly flapping them would make you pick up more wind, therefore getting into the air easily. But, you'd be wrong. Instead of getting into the air, or at least hovering, I immediately did sort of a triple backflip and fall flat on my face.
"Flapping your wings like won't do anything," Professor Dash said chuckling a bit, "because it picks up so little wind while rapidly draining your energy. You gotta go kind of slow, while putting in a good amount of strength for each flap.
"Oh, so it's like swimming?" I asked.
"Exactly. Now, try again. This time, slow and strong," she said.
I spread my wings again and leapt into the air. This time, I made sure to flap them at a constant and decent speed while putting a small, yet good amount of strength in each one. I actually managed to stay a few feet off the ground for about a minute before my energy ran out and I fell to the ground.
"Nice job. Now that you know how to properly hover, we're gonna practice how to actually fly. The keys to flying are balance, the strength of your wings, and how much energy you have. The more you practice, the more energy you'll have. Now, I want you to hover like you did before, but I want you to then rotate your wings forward at a 45 degree angle..."
Flying involves math now?
"...and add a little more strength on each flap," she instructed.
I did what she said and hovered into the air once again. I rotated my wings at an angle and continued flapping, adding a little more strength like she said. I moved forward about a foot with each flap. I decided to speed up my flapping a bit, causing me to move at a faster pace. I tilted the front half of my body to the right, and I turned right. I sped up a bit more, then more again, then more again, until I eventually I was flying as fast as I'm able to run. I was running out of stamina, so I turned backed to Professor Dash and landed in front of her.
"Woah. Impressive kid. You're quite a fast learner. Maybe you'll be flying perfectly sooner than I thought," she complimented to which I blushed a bit.
A few days later
Professor Dash was right. Everyday after school, I would practice my flying while she would observe and guide me. After every session, my skills would greatly improve. I am now able to fly like your average, everyday pegasus.
Today is now Friday, and school has just ended. It decided to hone my skills with my sword. I entered and grabbed Zer0 from under my bed, as well as my mask cause why not? I also bought myself a scabbard from a local blacksmith, so I can carry my sword without worrying about stabbing myself or someone else. I flew out of Ponyville into the clearing between it and the Everfree Forest. I can't believe it's been about 3 weeks since I came out of that forest. Where'd all that time go?
I was about to start practicing when I thought to myself...
Is it possible?
...before grabbing Zer0 in my hooves and standing on my hindlegs. God it felt weird after spending 3 weeks standing on 4 legs. A took a few minutes of stumbling and tripping, but I soon found my center of balance. I did my usual routine practice, I swung my blade around and dodged imaginary attacks, while making sure my footing doesn't fuck me.
After an hour practicing, I stopped. I've gotten pretty good at fighting while standing on hooves. Now, I think I'm able to fight with Zer0 without slipping my mask up a bit just so I can hold my sword in my mouth. I'm pretty sure it was around 4:00 P.M. I gotta head back to the school. I heard that there was a game called buckball happening right now, and apparently, Ocellus, Yona, and, surprisingly, Smolder, joined the cheer squad.
I never would've thought someone like Smolder would want be a cheerleader. She always seem so adamant about looking tough.
"You think she has a cheerleader fetish?"
...
Maybe.
I always did enjoy cheerleader performances.
"Why? Because you have a cheerleader fetish?"
No! It's because they're so well coordinated, they get people hyped (and I fucking love getting hyped), and, my favorite, they involve lots of acrobatic skills. Have I mentioned that I'm a bit of an acrobatic myself? No? Well it's true. I can do backflips, front flips, easily climb up stuff...okay the list is too long so I'm just gonna say I'm pretty much good at parkour. I don't know what it is about parkour, but it's one of the things that make me feel...free I guess? I don't know. Oh and also I promised Ocellus, Yona, and Smolder that I would be there for there performance.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
My thoughts were disrupted by a loud scream. I looked to where it was coming from and saw it was coming from around the school. With all my strength, as well keeping Zer0 prepared just in case, I rushed over to the school.