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// The party 
// Story: Mission Impossible? 
// by bud467 
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 Something warm and soft is on top of me. W-wait its getting off I opened my eyes and spotted Miss. Warmheart's tail slipping out the door just as it closed. I got up and stretched before walking over to the window. That's when I saw a blue streak pass my window, causing me to fall on my back. "Damn that hurt." I said clambering up. I looked out the window again then walked out of my room after putting my uniform on again. 

“Tread dearie! Oh do please stop!" I turn around to see Rarity running after me. I stopped and turned. There is a filly right behind her trying to catch up interesting. "Hello Rarity." I said greeting her with a warm smile.” Who is this little lady?" The filly had a slight blush her face. "That is my sister, Sweetie Belle."

"Nice to meet you Sweetie Belle."  My stomach growled. 

"You should join us for breakfast!" Rarity insisted as she began pushing me toward the cafe'. I could not turn down the invitation.  As soon as we chose a table, I looked at the menu. "Oh my. There are... a lot of choices. Too many for me." That got me strange looks from Rarity, Sweetie Belle, and the waitress.  I put the menu down and sighed. "Surprise me."  Everybody ordered and the waitress walked away with our orders. 

"Mr. Tread?" 

I turned my attention to Sweetie Belle. "Yes?" Rainbow dash was spying from a single cloud. I could see her head as strange as that seems. "Are you alright?" 

Rarity became visibly uneasy.  I shifted and rested my head on a hoof. "Well Sweetie, war is a horrible event for any pony to experience." I explained trying to find a way to skirt around nightmares.

"Then why did you go into the war?"

Rarity cut in. " I don't think that he is in a mood to talk about it Sweetie Belle dear."  Oh thank Celestia and Luna the food is here. The waitress put the plate in front of me.

"For you, pancakes."

I looked up and smiled. "Thank you." I received a smile back and she gave the girls their orders as well.  As I was chewing a bite, Sweetie Belle asked another question.

"Mr. Tread, How did you get your cutie mark?" 

Oh horseapples...  I finished my bite then leaned back. "I don't really remember getting mine."


"WHAT?!" This time it was Rarity. Sweetie Belle's mouth was wide open. "How do you NOT remember how you got your cutie mark?!"

I shrugged and took another bite. "I geush mhen I wassss wounded I had forgoden." I swallowed "Man these pancakes are good!" Sweetie belle and Rarity laughed at my reaction.

"Have you never had pancakes before?" Sweetie Belle asked. I fell silent. I finished my food and paid our bill. "I got to go." I thanked them for inviting me to breakfast and walked out of the cafe' fairly depressed.

"Hey Tread?"

I sighed and turned around. It was Twilight Sparkle. "Hey."   I turned back around and began sauntering my way back to my room. 

"I need help picking up a cupcake order. Do you want to help me?" she asked softly. 

"Sure!" I felt a little less depressed. We walked the little distance to Sugarcube Corner.  What surprised me... and scared the living daylights out of me, was when the lights turned on and everypony was in there. When I recovered from my panic attack I realized the party was for me. 

"Well of course it was for you silly. Did you think that I would not let you go without one of my famous welcome parties? No I wouldn't. Anyways welcome to Ponyville! This is Bon Bon, and this is..."

I smiled and nodded. I was so... happy. I have never been this happy since well... ever. That was until I saw the girls talking Even Miss. Warmheart was there. I walked over to the punch bowl and poured myself some punch and listened to the conversation.

"Ah don't think he evar got his cutie mark Twi'."

"He did act strange when Sweetie Belle asked him about it."

"He seemed to avoid it when i had asked him in the hospital."

Oh no. I drank the punch quickly. Holy- this is some good stuff! I poured myself another cup then walked outside.

"Shit. 15 years old with no cutie mark. If they find out, I will go an-"

I turned around and was looking at a group of 6 shocked mares.