My Little Fairy

by Lumadous


Ch.5 Parties of Another Kind

        Leaf had just had it to the edge of the forest when the first gust of wind smacked into her and slammed her into a tree. She felt something in her wing crunch as is was caught between her sister and the tree.

        She timbledl to the ground in a heap, her sister bouncing against her back when she hit the ground, knocking the breath outta her. Leaf whimpered in pain as she tried to move her her twisted wing out from under her sister.

        “Leafie, what’s wrong? Why are we outside?” Lily asked groggily before she slumped over Leaf.

        “Remind me to put you on a huge diet when this is all over.” Leaf grumbled under her breath, resting for a moment before she yanked her wing free with a cry of pain.

        Leaf rolled away from her sister and threw up. She tried standing but her world was spinning and it was growing harder for her to see. She lay there, avoiding her fresh vomit, holding her head for a long time before she felt strong enough to do anything.

        The first thing she did was look back at her wing, grimacing when she saw it. It was bent in multiple places where it shouldn’t have and was folded upon itself like cheap paper. She reached back and poked at it, instantly regretting it as a lance of pain shot through her whole body.

        “Okay, I feel stupid now.” She said to herself, carefully standing up and staggering over to her sister like a drunk.

        “Mrh.” Lily grumbled, curling into more of a ball under her blanket, hiding herself from the stiff breeze.

        “Come here sis.” Leaf grunted as she nudged her head under her sister’s side, rolling her onto her back. She cried out in pain as Lily brushed against her wing lightly.

        “Yup, diet, for sure.” She gasped, struggling to keep on her hooves as waves of pain washed through her, radiating from her broken wing.

        Leaf collapsed onto the ground under her sister, tears spilling down her face as she heard the thunder roll ever closer.

        “Not quitting time yet!” She said, lifting herself up on shaky hooves, grimacing in pain.

        She lifted one hoof, it felt like it weighed thousands of pounds and set it down in front of her in the barely visible path.

        “One down, a million to go.” She sighed looking ahead weakly as the first drops splashed down next to her.


        “Leaf! Where are you?”

        “Rainbow Dash, slow down!” Twilight called out, ducking under a fallen tree.

        “You heard what Nurse Joy said! She cannot be out in weather like this or she might get much worse.” Rainbow Dash said from under a bush, popping out and leaping to the next one.

        “But we wo-”SMACK Twilight fell backwards as the tree branch snapped back straight after Rainbow Dash had released it, holding her nose, “Ow! We won’t be much help to them if we hurt ourselves or step on them accidentally.”

        Twilight was tackled from the side and held up in the air, Pinkie Pie searching the ground under Twilight before examining her hooves.

        “Pinkie, what are you doing?” Twilight demanded.

        “Just making sure you didn’t step on Leafie.” She explained.

        “Do you mind setting me down?”

        “Hurry up, we need to find them before it’s too late!” Rainbow Dash called back, her colorful mane rapidly disappearing into the heavy rain and thick underbrush.


        “Scootaloo, ah told you we should have gone back to the farm earlier!” Apple Bloom protested, pushing a bucket under one of the many leaks in the ceiling.

        “How was I supposed to know that there was going to be a storm today?” Scootaloo demanded.

        “You do know they post the weekly weather schedule up at town hall right?” Sweetie Belle asked, who was dumping a full bucket out the window.

        “Yeah, and it’s always wrong, so why bother.”

        “Maybe we could just make a run to the farmhouse.” Apple Bloom suggested.

        The walls shook for the umpteenth time as the thunder clashed again. Even with the windows fully shuttered there were still spots dancing in their eyes due to the lightning striking so close.

        “Should we even be in a tree in a thunderstorm?” Sweetie Belle asked.

        “Oh, we’ll be fine. We’re in a tree surrounded by trees. As long as we don’t have too much metal we’ll be good.” Scootaloo explained.

        “Umm.” Sweetie Belle and Apple Boom said in unison, looking at the metal buckets and pails surrounding them, before looking at the metal stove that had it’s exhaust pipe sticking out of a hole in the room.

        “Who’s idea was it to put a wood stove in here anyways?” Apple Bloom asked.

        “Hey, I was this close to earning my heating installation cutie mark.” Scootaloo protested, holding up her hooves about an inch apart.

        “Did any of you hear something?” Sweetie Belle asked, looking around in confusion.

        “Is that really a cutie mark you would really want?”  Apple Bloom asked, tossing a wet towel towards the growing pile near the door.

        “It’s better than being a blank flank for sure!” Scootaloo protested loudly.

        “And what’s so horrible about being a blank flank, you do remember all of us here are blank flanks!” Apple Bloom yelled back.

        “Don’t remind me!” Scootaloo screamed back.

        “Girls! I think some pony is stuck outside.” Sweetie Belle said, sliding between her arguing friends.

        “I didn’t hear anything.” Scootaloo said, stepping to look out the window.

        “Neither did I, are you making up things again?” Apple Bloom asked, pulling a full bucket towards the door.

        “I am not!” Sweetie huffed, blowing her cheeks out in anger.

        “If you’re not careful you’ll get a cutie mark for lying.” Scootaloo teased.

        “Better than installing a heater cutie mark.”

        “Oh come on, your sister has one for bucking apple trees!” Scootaloo yelled as Sweetie Belle opened the door for Apple Bloom.

        “And it’s a good cutie mark to be had, and she earned it by coming home, so it’s not about bucking apples, it’s about family!” Apple Bloom yelled, turning from the door to face Scootaloo.

        Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes as they continued to scream at each other. More and more recently they’ve been at each other throats about the sillier of things and neither of them ever backed down until one or both of them said something they regretted. She sighed as she grabbed the bucket and walked out onto their little patio. She dumped it over the edge and turned back to head inside when the door clicked shut.

        She grabbed the door knob and was starting to twist it when the sky light up again. She yelped as she flinched and snapped the door handle clear off.

        “Great, I’m never going to hear the end of this.” She muttered looking at the handle in her hoof.

        Sweetie Belle froze as she heard another sound just over the rain. It sounded like somepony whimpering. She looked out underneath the patio, ignoring the rain pattering against the back of her head as she scanned under their tree house.

        “Is any pony there?” She called.

        The sound of rain was her only response. Shaking her head she walked back to the door and knocked on it, calling out to her friends inside.

        “Let me in, it’s getting cold out here!” She called, hoping they would hear her over their argument.

        She waited for a few moments before she banged the bucket against the door with a loud clang.

        “Let me in!” She yelled louder in frustration.

        She waited for a couple more seconds, listening to the steadily rising voices of her friends before she threw the bucket against door. It bounced off the door into her forehead before it flew over the railing down to the ground below. It bounced once and rolled under the picnic table and into a dry patch of ground.

        Sweetie Belle grumbled in anger as she walked out into the rain and down the ramp. Ignoring the rain as she stomped through the muddy grass and crouched under the picnic table. She grabbed her bucket and turned to leave when she saw a bright red handkerchief behind one of the pillars. Curious as to why it was there, she reached for it, grabbed one of the corners and pulled it towards herself.

        “Ow!” She yelped as something stabbed her hoof.

        “This is mine, go get your own!” A tiny voice called out.

        “Wh- Who’s there?” She asked, using her bucket as a helmet as she scanned around for the invisible ghost pony.

        “Doesn’t matter, now go away!” The voice called out again.

        “Okay, just please don’t haunt me!” Sweetie Belle cried, scooting backwards as fast as she could.

        “Wait, do you have something I can use to dry off with?” The voice called out, tentatively.

        “Why wou-would a ghost need to dry off?” She asked.

        “I’m not a ghost.” The voice said as a tiny mare stepped out from behind the pillar, brandishing a sword in a hoof.

        “Why are you so little? Did you step in some poison joke?” Sweetie Belle asked, scooting closer.

        “What? No, I’ve always been this big. But do you have something I can dry off with?” She asked.

        “Not out here, but I do have some things up in the tree house that will dry you off.”

        “So will you go get them, it’s really important I get dry and soon.” She begged.

        “Umm.” Sweetie Belle hesitated, holding up the broken door handle.

        “Don’t tell me, you broke the door and now you’re locked out.” She deadpanned, holding her head in her hoof.

        “Would you be angry if I said yes?” She asked innocently, blushing.

        “Fine, I can probably get us in there, only if you help carry my sister. I’m really pooped and I don’t think I could carry her up that ramp.” She said, pointing at the red handkerchief corner poking around the corner.

        “Yeah, I can do that.” She said, helping the little pony pull the other one towards her.

        She gently picked up the other pony and set it on top of her head underneath the bucket helmet. The other tiny pony sat, watching her warily, waiting for her to finish before she gestured for her to lead the way.

        “Let me carry you too.” She said as she reached down and grabbed the pony.

        “ARGH!” She screamed, squirming as Sweetie Belle released her quickly.

        “I’m sorry, I didn’t hurt you did I?” She asked, leaning down to get a closer look at the collapsed pony.

        “Yes, you freakin did! That hurt a whole freakin lot! Can’t you see my wing is crumpled and crushed?” She demanded, pointing at her very obviously destroyed wing.

        “I’m so sorry, is there anything I can do?” Sweetie Belle asked.

        “Yeah, try not to grab my left side again.” She said, standing back up slowly.

        “Okkaaayyyyy.” She said, reaching down to pick her up again, on her right side this time. The pony still flinched as she was picked up, but didn’t scream out in pain this time. Sweetie Belle put her under her helmet with the other pony before she stepped back out into the rain.

        She quickly trotted back through the mud and up their ramp to the front door, ignoring the water leaking of the pair huddled near her horn. She walked up to the front door and took off her helmet, careful to not hit either of them with the it.

The sounds of her friends fighting still drowned out the pitter patter of the rain. They were really going at it tonight, of course, insulting Apple Bloom's family always had a tendency to make the argument that much more explosive.

        “There’s more ponies inside?” The awake one asked.

        “Yeah, they’re my friends, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. And no, they won’t hear us out here, or if they do, they’re too busy to notice and open the door.”

        “Are they aware that they are supposed to be friends with each other?” She asked, climbing onto Sweetie Belle’s hoof and allowing herself to be lowered onto the floor.

        “I don’t know anymore. So can you open this door?” Sweetie Belle said nudging the pony with her hoof

        “Gimme a second, will yeah.” She said, wiggling herself under the door.

        Sweetie Belle waited outside impatiently waiting for her little savior to open the door from the inside. There was a little rattling on the inside before the door popped open an inch. Sweetie Belle pushed it open the rest of the way slowly, making sure she didn’t hit the little pony with it.

        Apple Bloom and Scootaloo continued arguing, not even sparing a glance at Sweetie Belle as she reentered the little club-house. The little mare was sitting on the floor, wavering back and forth before falling over, on her left side too.

        “Hey, stop fighting long enough to help me! These ponies need our help!” Sweetie Belle yelled, throwing the bucket at them.

        “Hey, what was that for?” They demanded in near unison.

        Sweetie Belle pointed at the collapsed pony, and watched as their faces went from confusion to shock.