The Party was halfway through, but I had a feeling that it would go much longer than intended. I realized something and put the Ipod hooked up to the DJ station, on auto play. I went into my room, free of all pony contact, and locked the door. I sat on the bed and thought, ‘Why hadn’t I had a memory surfaced in over 20 days?’ I stayed in that room for a good hour before I heard a knock on the bedroom door. “One moment,” I announced. I got up, and opened to door to see Rainbow Dash. Past her, I saw an absurd amount of ponies and pegasi, somehow fitting within my house, and still able to move about. “And?” I asked, knowing that she had a reason to disturb me.
“I want to know.” Rainbow Dash said
“Know what?”
“You said I wouldn’t understand. But I want to understand. I want to help you through stuff that makes you upset.”
A headache came on, this time it developed into a migraine. I stumbled back onto the bed, gripping my head and shutting my eyes. *‘I was within a house, one made out of wood. The doorbell rang, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. I was all set to go bungee-jumping and had finished putting together a meal. I answered the door with my pack on my shoulder, to see the woman from the race standing there. She invited herself in. “You avoided me yesterday and wouldn’t answer me. Why did you throw the race?” I could tell that she was mad. “I did it to prove that a being the better racer, doesn’t mean that you always win,” I told her, “Now if you will get out and excuse me, I have places to go.” I walked out of the house, looking behind me I saw the woman still in my house, but going into it further! “Hey! I said to get out!” I chased after her and blocked her way. “I believe that you are uninvited here. Now get out before I call the cops.” I threatened. “Yah right. Go ahead, I will just lie and say that you were beating me.” She shot back. I pulled out my phone and dialed 9-1-1, still trying to block her from going further in. “Yah, hello? I would like to report an unwanted entry into my home.”’* The memory stopped and I found Rainbow with a foreleg around me. I wasn’t crying this time, nor felt like crying.
“Are you ok?” Rainbow said, worry in her voice.
“Yah I’m fine. Are you sure you want to know why I was crying?” She nodded. I took a large breath. “I have been remembering my past. The things I have been remembering are about someone that I think I loved, and might still do. I ended up watching her die in my hands, and it was because of me that she died. Worst part about it, is that you remind me of her Rainbow, and I’m afraid. Afraid that I might fall in love with you, and end up losing you as well.” I finished, barely holding back tears at this point.
“Your right, and wrong. I don’t know what it is like to lose somepony like that, but I do know what it is like to lose somepony dear to me.” She left me to ponder her statement as she kept her foreleg around me.
Finally I said, “You know, I hear that there is a great party going on in a cloud house were all ponies are invited. Why don’t we join it?” Getting up, I walked to the door opening it, bowing at the hips, one foreleg over my chest, the other extended towards the door and my head down. “After you M’lady.”
Rainbow passed me and stood in the doorway, looked back at me with judging eyes before taking my extended hoof and said, “Lets.”
I closed and locked the door behind us, then looked at the party. A few different DJ ponies had taken over the DJ responsibilities from my Ipod and were currently having a multi-way DJ battle. I decided to do something about the music situation though. As they were about to change control, I lowered the volume on the speaker sets the other DJs controlled, started playing ‘SandStorm’ (4:36 in) and announced, while still hidden, “Ladies and Gentlecolts, (4:44 seconds in) introducing the a new addition to this DJ battle. A colt who is currently under a disguise and whose real name is ‘White Wind’,” I paused for affect (till 5:00), “R~~E~~~D CL~O~U~~~~~~~~D!!!!!!!” I dropped down from above every pony and into the middle of the dance floor, dancing. With that entrance, and the song reaching the pinnacle, all ponies there were stunned. As the song reached the switch point (6:25), I jumped and did a mid-air summersault, landing right behind my own DJ booth, as the competitors had brought their own, and stopped my music, initiating my battle mode. The other DJ ended up ganging on me for interrupting their own battle. I would like to say that I won, but I honestly didn’t, not by a longshot. I still had fun though.
When the battle was over, I waited about two hours, dancing with Rainbow, who had though that me interrupting them, was hilarious. After the second hour had passed, I had gone to my DJ booth, and announced, “Sorry guys and girls, I need to kick you all out now,” to which I had gotten many disapproving remarks about. When nopony moved I continued though, “You can stay if you want, but you would be helping to clean up everything, and re-setting the clouds, make sure everything is fixed, make sure that the floor is still safe for the Earth-Ponies, and the Unicorns to stand on, and re-compacting the floors, which is extremely difficult by the way, then be my guest, we just can’t continue until that is all set.” I got most of the ponies, who were mostly pegasi, to leave, with a few offers to help clean and do said tasks, and I accepted. I announced another piece of info just as they all started to leave though, “You are all welcome to come back when I throw my next party, which I will hold next year,” to which all the ponies cheered. I could have sworn that all of Cloudsdale and Ponyville was in my house.
Two days and several hundred bits found later, my house was re-built. I then started on the expansion of my place from a 50X50X50, to a 120X120X120. Multiple stories and large rooms, several bathrooms with at least a dozen toilets each, but I had left the original room alone, sort of a rest area for me and 50 guests maximum, if they wanted to get away from one of the seven parties that this place could hold when finished. But the current projections for the project would take slightly over a year and a half to finish, including time hanging out with friends. I might be able to get Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash to help out at parts.
All in all, I think that the party was a success, and that my friends accepted the apology. I decided to kick back, and wondered, ‘How the fuck am I going to get this die out, and get this sticker off.’ I decided to go to Rarity’s place, because she seemed to have the most sense when it came to stuff like this. Or so I gathered from the two times I have met her. I started to ask about Rarity’s place, and found out that she owns a boutique, and directions as well. Following the directions, which were very accurate, I arrived at Rarity’s in under ten minutes.
Walking in, I heard some fabric being moved and it reminded me of the fabric thing that I had seen in my memory. “Excuse me, is Rarity here?” I asked as a large sheet of purple fabric flew past me.
“I’m in the back, I’ll be with you in just a sec’.” Came the reply from the semi-familiar voice. I waited for just a few minutes before Rarity walked into the main room, where I had been looking at the fabrics with an eye and hoof for the correct material. “Hello dearie, sorry for the wait. What can I do you for?”
Turning around I said, “As cheap as possible,” I replied deadpan, before breaking composure, and falling to the ground, laughing, when I saw Rarity turn red. “I-I’m sorry…” I said between breaths, “I-I couldn’t… couldn’t help it… It was just… just the per-perfect opportunity.” I finished laughing and got up a moment later to see Rarity, red with anger, and I burst out laughing again.
“What would you like Mr. Red Cloud, or should I say Mr. White Wind?” Rarity said in a very annoyed tone.
I stopped laughing and regained my composure. “If you are going to call me Mr.,” I started, completely serious, “Then please use my middle name, ‘Bond’, otherwise, White Wind is fine.” I started to crack, but caught myself as I was done making jokes. “Anyways, I was originally here for a single reason, but that reason has become two now. One for advice, the other for a purchase of skill…”
I was interrupted by Rarity, who said in a very seductive tone, “Oh but Mr. Bond, I can assure you, I don’t come cheap.” This time it was my turn to turn red. Thank god for pink fur hiding the blush. Instead I just met her gaze deadpan. Rarity was taken aback by my serious expression, and faltered visibly, before I continued what I was saying.
“A purchase of skill, as I assume that you are able to make most anything with fabric. And no, I didn’t come here for sex Rarity, it takes a lot more than a seductive tone to get with this stallion. Also, I would quit that night job if I were you, and stick with your day job.” I shot the sex joke back into her court.
“I can assure you darling, I know how to seduce any stallion. But if you change your mind, my door is open at night.” She ignored the real reason I came here to respond to the joke, with another joke.
“Careful what you wish for Rarity, because you might just get it.” We stared at each other for a good minute before we both broke out laughing. “Back to the reason I came here, and the second reason I found, when I got here. I came here thinking you could help me find a solution to my fur problem, as I dyed it this color and don’t care to ruin it further, and the sticker super-glued to my rump.” I shook said piece of my body to express my point. “Second is that I would like you to make something with this fabric.” I walked over to the most tightly woven, light-weight material I had found. “I have a business idea but need this type of fabric and a lot of durable string in order to produce the item for my business.”
“Well White Wind, for the fur, the only thing you can do without bleaching it, is let it regrow. As for the sticker, you could go to the spa to get it removed. As for the fabric, draw me up what you need it put into, and I will see what I can do.” I thanked her and started drawing up the design for the Parachute. We talked awhile I drew up the design / blueprints for it. When I was finished with the drawing, I handed it to Rarity, who studied it, confused as to what it was.
“It’s a Parachute. It allows one or two at a time to sail through the air, where ever they want. Of course though, they need training on how to properly use it and not get hurt.”
“I think that is a lovely idea. But making something like this would take some time and cost around 200 bits, for me to make just one. How many where you hoping to get?” Rarity asked.
“I was hoping for at least six, up to twelve preferably. How quick would you be able to make one of them?”
“Making one would take me a few days, making six, will take about three weeks.”
“Start with three as I can pay for that, I will see how many ponies would be interested in this opportunity, and order some more depending on what is needed. How does that sound?”
“Lovely dear. I think you just found a business partner.”