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// Chapter 15--Party and Relationship 
// Story: What You Don't Know 
// by Flaming Pulsar 
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Chapter 15--Party and relationship


As it turns out, Pinkie somehow found out when my birthday is. I don’t know how but I’ve learned not to question Pinkie. Luckily, she was already hosting a party that day--some sort of Cuteceñera or some bullshit like that--so I didn’t have the full attention of everyone. Not so luckily, it was a Pinkie Pie party so it was crazy and super-hyper. I don’t like crazy, super-hyper parties. But there was more to that day than just the party. Let me start at the beginning.
The day started like any other. I woke up around 2 in the afternoon because fuck you. I finally took to note that they seem to coincidentally have the same calendar and clock system as however many years ago it was that humans roamed the earth. I went downstairs for some breakfast/lunch/food and saw Pinkie in the kitchen wearing a ridiculous costume. I immediately turned around and started heading back upstairs before I heard her yell, “There’s the birthday colt!”
I winced as I turned back around and said, “First of all, I’m not a pony. Second, how’d you even know it was my birthday? Third, Twilight, make me food. Fourth, there is no fourth. And fifth, fuck yourself with a rake.”
“Silly Sísí, you know that I always find out everything.”
“Don’t call me that and that’s creepy.”
“Nevertheless,” Twilight said, “the party is at Sugarcube Corner at 6 and you’re going even if I have to tie you up and drag you there.” She really seems to like tying me up, doesn’t she? It kinda makes me wonder if she has BDSM fantasies. Or if BDSM even exists in Ponyworld.
“Twilight,” I scolded, “I thought I told you to make me food.” She went back to doing so, mumbling darkly along the way. “So Pinkie, I don’t really want to be there so for the next four hours I’ll be thinking of ways to escape the evil clutches of Twilight. But if my plan doesn’t work, you can expect me to be there, tied up, of course. But under no circumstances does that mean you can rape me.”
“Okie dokie lokie!” It concerns me that she shrugged that off so casually.
“It concerns me as well,” a voice said.
What’s that? Who’s there?
“Uh, no one. Pay no attention to the voice inside your head.”
“I hope you’re fine with just eggs and toast; we’re all out of meat,” Twilight said.
I’ll deal with you later. “That’s fine. I’ll have to go hunting soon to get some more.” I was glad she didn’t mind cooking meat for me. She doesn’t eat it, mind, but I’ve got her wrapped around my finger so tight that she’ll do anything for me. Yep, it’s a good life, too bad it all changes after the gala. Spoilers.
“Hey Síor,” Twilight said.
“Yeah?”
“Do you think, after you go hunting that is, that I could maybe try some meat?”
What the fuck?! “Absolutely not. I will not have a naturally born herbivore eat meat, it’s not right and I don’t think you could even digest it.” She just sighed as she brought me my breakfast/lunch/food. “Hey, if you somehow grow sharp teeth and the ability to digest meat, then I’ll let you try some. But until then, I don’t want to risk it.” I quickly ate my food and went to the door. “If you need me, I’ll be around town trying to find somewhere else to be at 6.” She just rolled her eyes as I left.
Not two feet from the library had I walked when I was ambushed by a flying ball of yellow and red fur. “Síor, you gotta help me!” Applebloom said. “Why are you on the ground?”
“Because you knocked me over with your flying tackle. What do you need?”
Le inhale. “There’s a Cuteceñera this evening and everypony in my class will be there and they’ll all have their cutie marks and I wanna get my cutie mark but I’m no good at sellin’ apples or hang gliding or making cupcakes but I really wanna go to the party but how can I go if I don’t have my cutie mark which my big sister says I’m gonna get eventually but...I WANT IT NOW!”
“And what do you want me to do about it?”
“I want you to help me try to earn my cutie mark.”
“If anything I’ve heard about cutie marks is true, then you can’t just make it appear. You have to realise what your true special talent is, or some shit like that.”
“What’s that word mean?”
“What word?”
“Shit.”
“Nothing, don’t worry about it. And don’t say it in front of your sister. If she found out that I’m teaching you bad words, I’ll be working the farm for a week.”
“I promise.” Guess who had to work the farm for a week. “Now will you help me?”
“I’ll try, but I’m not gonna promise any results. According to the books I’ve read on the topic, cutie marks are earned when the pony realises their special talent. A talent is something you’re good at so why not try stuff you’re already good at?”
“But I don’t know what I’m good at.”
“Well, why don’t you go ask people what you’re good at. People are better at seeing good qualities in others than they are at seeing them in themselves.”
“Ok, sounds like a plan.” She left me alone as she went to ask people about herself.
Meanwhile, I went to investigate the cloud of smoke rising from Sugarcube Corner. The Cakes weren’t there which meant I had to ask Pinkie why the building was smoking. “Hey Pinkie, are you burning something?”
“Oh no, Sísí,” she said, poking her head out from the kitchen. “I’m too much of an amazing baker to burn anything. Unfortunately, Applebloom isn’t as good a baker as me. Good thing I decided to postpone the party to this evening so I’ll have time to make other treats.”
“Postpone the party, what are you talking about?”
“Well, the party was originally planned for 1 o’clock this afternoon but when I found out that your birthday is today, I decided to move it to later because you don’t get up until 2 o’clock.”
“So, let me get this straight. You postponed a party so the one person who would rather do anything else could be there?”
“Yep, and now it’s a great big double party!!”
“Ugh, fine whatever just don’t sell the burnt product, that’s bad advertising.”
“Okie dokie lokie!” I left.
I was going to go to Fluttershy’s but I was still wary of doing that too often after what might have happened the night after the dragon incident. Applejack is boring and all she ever does is buck apples. Rainbow dash lives in a cloud and I don’t know what she does when she’s not at home. So I went to Rarity’s.
“Welcome to Carousel Boutique, where everything is chic unique and magnifique,” Rarity said as I entered the store.
“Hey Rarity, how’s life?” I said.
“Quite good, now that you ask. I’ve been swamped with orders for the gala but luckily that means plenty of business. I was, however, able to find a break in my schedule to have a fashion show tomorrow and you’re required to participate. It will be starring each of our friends and you and I of course. And we’ll all be wearing the new dresses and suit that I made today.”
“I thought you said you were swamped with orders, where’d you get the time for all of this?”
“One always makes time for friends. When Twilight came in earlier today, I simply could not allow her to wear the dress she had planned. I decided to make her a new dress and since Applejack was there, I decided to make one for her as well. Then, Rainbow Dash crashed through the window as she is prone to do and I added her to the list. And I decided to make one for Pinkie and Fluttershy while I was at it. And I couldn’t let you go without a new suit so you were added to the list, too.”
“Thanks for the offer but I already got the suit you made for me when I first arrived in Ponyville. And I haven’t worn it once.”
“No no no, that won’t do. You need something that’s fit for the gala.”
“Whatever, just don’t make it to fancy.”
“Not too fancy?! Síor, the gala is the most high-class event in the area. You simply must have the most formal wear a seamstress like myself can give you.”
“I’m not getting out of this, am I.”
“Nope.”
“Fine just don’t make it anything you know I wouldn’t like. Just make it a plane neutral-colored suit.”
“Deal.”
That done, I headed to Fluttershy’s house. I’ve been avoiding her since that night and I needed to talk to her about it no matter how much I didn’t want to. Angel Answered the door as per the norm. “Hey Angel, is Fluttershy home?” Having grown to accept my presence, he allowed me to enter. “Fluttershy?” I called out.
“I’m in the kitchen, one moment.” She came out a minute later with a teapot and some teacups. “I was afraid you wouldn't show this week, after what happened the night I showed you my stash.”
“Actually, I had completely forgotten that today was Friday. But I did want to talk to you about that night. Did anything...happen...between us?”
“Celestia only knows.”
“I sure hope she doesn’t, if Celestia knew about your stash of mead, you’d be arrested on the spot.”
“You know what I mean. I was just as out-of-it as you were, if not more.”
“It’s called being drunk but I will agree that you were pretty drunk, and so was I.”
“So, there’s no way to tell if anything happened that night?”
“Did you want something to happen?”
“I don’t know. Did you?”
“Well, I’ve been in Equestria for two months, I think it’s safe to say I’m gonna be here for a while. And I hate to say it but I’ve kind of grown a liking to you ponies. I’m not saying I would fuck any of you--not yet at least--but I would be willing to try a casual relationship with one. And you would be my first choice.”
“Is that a yes?”
“It’s a maybe for wanting something to have happened that night but it is a yes to trying a relationship with you.”
“Oh, that sounds wonderful.”
So we spent the rest of the day together simply enjoying each other’s company. I never found out what happened with the party. I guess Twilight was either spying on me and decided to leave me alone with Fluttershy, or she just didn’t know where I was. I did find out that Applebloom had made some new friends and that the Cutie Mark Crusaders, as they called themselves, did everything they could to earn their cutie marks, not that I care. So, I somehow weaseled my way out of that party, now I just have to do the same for this fashion show tomorrow. C’est la vie.


An insertion from the one and only Master of Chaos:
Talk about close calls. I really do need to keep my mouth shut. Síor can’t know that I’m in his head. Of course, I’ve been there since he was born so how did he even know? I suppose if I talk directly about myself while in his head then he can hear my voice rather than the conscience that I’ve become. No matter, everything is working according to plan. As long as Síor secures  a long standing relationship with the ponies of Equestria, and accepts the mercenary job offer at the Mareidian party, then all should go perfectly.