Spring's Song

by 71NYL-5CR4TCH


Chapter 3: WIth Friends

Rainstorm took inhaled deeply through his nostrils, closing his eyes and taking in the sweet scent of the waking town around him. He exhaled with a sigh, opening his eyes and taking in all of the sights the town had to offer. It truly was a beautiful morning, and there was a promising day ahead.

Ok, what's the first stop? Pound and Pumpkin are probably home...but I don't know if they're awake yet...

The answer to his question came in the form of a bounding, pink, bubbly mare, being followed by a rather drowsy looking unicorn, and an irritated pegasus.

"Hey Rainstorm! How are you doing this morning isn't this weather just B-E-A-utiful? I mean, I got up this morning and thought, 'Wow, what a great day for baking!' am I right? but nooo Mr. and Miss grumpy flank over here kept insisting wee wasted this day sleeping and I mean come. on. Sleeping? Can you believe it?!" the pink mare managed to ask, all in one breath.

Rainstorm blinked, "Um...no? I mean, kinda...I...uh...good morning to you too, Pinkie." Rainstorm turned to his friends, who's eyes alone seemed to beg for a release. "Uh, do you need pound and pumpkin for baking?"

Pinkie paused, "Well...I guess not...do you need them for something? Are you guys going to play a game?! Omygosh can I play too?!" An enormous ear-to-ear grin spread across Pinkie's mouth at the mere mention of a game.

Rainstorm looked back at his friends, vigorously shaking their heads 'NO.', "Sure pinkie...we were gonna play...Hide and go seek!"

Pinkie rolled her eyes, "Psh...if you kiddies think you can compete with your Auntie Pinkie Pie in hide and go seek you have another thing coming. This one time Dashie tried to hide from me and she flew to the top of a mountain and inside a bell and I still found her easy! Oh and then this one time, with this Donkey I-"

"Ok...then how about you hide...and we'll seek?" Rainstorm asked, hopeful.

"Sure! Just give me 10 seconds! No peeking!"

Rainstorm smiled and nodded at his friends, before they proceeded to bury their eyes into their front forelegs.

10 seconds later, Rainstorm removed his front leg to find Pinkie had vanished. He turned to his friends, "So...how long before she gives up and comes looking for us?"

Pumpkin giggled, and answered with a bubbly tone, "We once kept it up for three days."

Rainstorm's jaw hung open, "Wha?! But...how...no food and...How did she pee?!" he finally decided on the most pertinent question in his mind.

Pound chuckled in a deep inflection, "We don't know, we never looked for her. She told us she hid inside a cactus."

Rainstorm gave a suspicious look, "But...there aren't any cactuses...cacti...whatever, in Ponyville."

"Yeah, we know," they answered in sync, "She went to Appeloosa," pumpkin followed.

Rainstorm's expression became unamused, "In 10 seconds?"

"Nah, we gave her 20 that time," Pound answered, completely serious.

"Oh...kay then. So, you guys want to hang today?"

"Sounds good to me!" Pumpkin answered with a smile, using a hoof to brush her orange mane from her face.

"Yeah, might as well. I'm already up anyway," Pound cake answered.

"Coach McIntosh doesn't want you for weight training today?" Rainstorm asked.

"Nah, we worked out pretty hard yesterday. Coach says you gotta have some time to let your muscles repair. Best way to get RIPPED." On 'ripped' Pound Cake proceded to flex every muscle in his body, causing his eyes and neck veins to protrude outward, in a generally unpleasant orgasm-like face.

"Right...Remind me again why you want to get 'RIPPED'?" Rainstorm gave a mock impression to Pound Cake's flex.

"Cause the fillies love a ripped stallion," Pound answered, waggling his eyebrows, "and, you never know when you're going to need to defend yourself."

Rainstorm raised an eyebrow, "...From?"

"...Things...which...require defending against, I don't know man, you're the smart one, you tell me."

Pumpkin and Rainstorm both gave Pound a look which could only be described as a 'what the hell, are you really that dumb?' face, before shaking there heads of the situation and turning to face each other.

Pumpkin spoke up, "Alright, well, since we're all together, what do you guys want to do?"

"I dunno, you wanna go check out that old clubhouse my sister left us?" Rainstorm asked.

"You mean your Aunt? And I dunno...aren't we a little old for clubhouses?" Pumpkin rebuttaled.

"Um...I guess. You guys just want to play tag or something?"

"Again, a little old for that?"

"Ok, who was the asshole who put up the social 'You must be this young to enjoy your life.' sign?!"

"I dunno...you wanna go watch a play?"

"Nah way sis, theatre is pretty gay." Pound answered defensively.

Rainstorm and Pumpkin turned to the burly pegasus beside them with questioning faces. "Since when did entertainment become associated with being gay?" Pumpkin asked.

"Since some guys on the team said so."

"Right...how about the record shop?" Rainstorm offered.

"Gay."

"Ice cream?"

"Gay."

"Ok...what isn't gay?" Rainstorm finally asked, annoyed with his friend.

"Hoofball and workin' out." Pound answered confidently.

"The two things you just listed envolve being tackled by or in the same room as tons of sweaty, groaning and grunting stallions." Rainstorm commented with a flat expression.

Pound squinted, "...What's your point?"

"Pound...do...do you even know what gay means?" Pumpkin asked gingerly.

He paused, "...Sorta."

"So you know it's a sexual thing, right?" Rainstorm raised an eyebrow.

Pound Cake nearly choked on his own tongue, reeling back a bit, "What?! I thought it meant...like...lame or something."

Rainstorm and Pumpkin simultaneously brought a hoof to their face, "No, man, it means when two colts are like, going out and stuff. Or two fillies."

"Oh...well what the buck does that have to do with any of that stuff?"

"I have no idea man, maybe your team needs to start wearing thicker helmets."

"Hah, not when you got a skull as thick as mine!" Pound proceeded to knock his head with a hoof a few times for emphasis.

"At least you can admit you're thick headed," Rainstorm sighed.

"Heh yeah...wait, what?"

"So! To the record store?" Rainstorm asked with a false grin.

"Sure, hopefully Vinyl won't mind us lurking too much, I don't have any bits."

"Well, she's always been cool about it in the past." Rainstorm commented as the trio began to wander towards the deep 'wub-wubs' coming from the local record store.