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// Live and let Lancer 
// Story: My little Short Stories 2- Paradise Edition 
// by Paradise Oasis 
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Live and let Lancer

Hey there, all you ponies! This is Lancelot Pants, Coltonville's number one genius colt, and the brains behind our little trio of friends.  Oh, I don't like to brag about my superior intellect that much, but much like Ace is the brawn of our circle, so I may properly claim to be the brains. Sometimes I even wonder if that neanderthal Teddy knows how to wipe his nose without me there to explain it to him. I truly do believe my sadly misguided -and easily confused- friends would be lost without my wisdom to guide them.  I truly do believe those two goofballs, they would be lost without me. 

If you are not aware of me by reputation, I'm the handsome blue boy with the orange mane and fleur-de-lis cutie mark often seen working in the computer lab, or reading War and Ponies in the library. I come from a proud old wealthy Canterlot family, who migrated to the republic centuries ago (rumor has it our ancestors were once unicorns).  I've often helped the girls study for their tests, and received many nice rewards in return. Like the time I helped Melody prepare for her history final, and she gave me free tickets to a concert of the band she's in, the Rockin beats. Or when I helped Bon Bon get ready for a math exam, and received a gourmet dinner as a reward, Yes, sometimes helping others can be a very sweet thing, indeed.

What? Oh yes, you could say I am on better terms with the girls of Starlight's little gang than Teddy is- though to tell the truth, that really not a hard thing to do. I've often ratted Teddy and Ace out on some of the dirty tricks they've tried to pull on the girls, like that time they invited Sweetheart and Clover to go out for Pizza with them at Tony's Place, but weren't going to tell them that it was 'girl's pay for the date' night at the pizzeria. After I snitched on them, you should have heard those two fillies wail on those goofballs for trying a stupid stunt like that! Those two will often user the fillies crushes on them to wrap the seven fillies around their hooves. And frankly, I find the entire thing disgusting. 

As to the girls themselves, I find of Starlight and her crew sufficient. Bon Bon is an excellent cook, even if she eats more of her ingredients than she puts into her cooking. Patch is an adventurous soul, even if she does often get herself in trouble way over her head. I swear that girl will head off into the jungle and find some lost civilization someday. Clover is a wonderful dancer and performer, though she lacks self confidence and lives forever haunted by the fear that her older sister will always be better that her. Not all of the girls are so sweet though, as Melody has an ego the size of  the Pony Dome, and Starlight is often my rival for the role of 'teacher's pet' with Miss Hackney. 

And then there's Bright Eyes...

Oh great horsemaster, what words can be said about the Cyan beauty with and orange mane and haunting eyes that a colt can get lost in for hours. Starlight can say what she wants about being smart and wanting to be a teacher, but it is this little intellectual angel that is the true mastermind behind those seven beauties. That mare truly cares about the world around her, and she will make a wonderful environmentalist someday. Ace has long waffled back and forth between Starlight and Melody, and Teddy may show interest in Both Bon Bon and Sweetheart. But in my book Bright Eyes always has been, and always will be, the only mare for me.

I remember one time where the three of us were going to take them to the hearts and hooves dance, and each of us was supposed to buy a flower for our date to pin on thier dresses.  The boys being the boys, Teddy had gone and pulled a flower out of his mom's garden, and Ace gave Melody a rose- that Starlight had given to him in a vase full of water earlier that day. As I pinned Bight Eye’s corsage on her dress,  I witnessed the other two colts being chewed out by their dates. Predicting that something like this would happen, I quietly slipped them two other flowers I had bought from the greenhouse. Just another example of me pulling my  two best friend's flanks out of the fire... again.

Yeeeaaahhh... good old Lancer is usually the one to keep the peace between the genders. Lancer the peacemaker, always giving his two friends ideas to apologize for their stupid schemes and screw-ups. Lancer, traitor to his gender for siding with the love of his life and her silly friends. Lancer the gentleman, for standing up to his two idiot friends for the fairer sex. I've been called so many things and played so many roles and stood on so many sides of arguments that I'm not even sure where I stand on things anymore. But hey, as long as I'm asking other people happy being the sensible one, I'm doing the sensible thing, right?

Oh dear, I can hear the girls outside screaming at Teddy again. I'm guessing he went through with his plan to steal those pies they had worked so hard making for the school bake sale. I'd better go defuse this situation before this thing gets really out of hoof. But then again, this has always been my role as the peacemaker. And so, I must march ever onward... and right now, go stop Patch from ripping Teddy's head off with her bare hooves. Thank you for listening to my long tirade, friend, and I hope we get the chance to converse again!