//------------------------------// // Slice Of Digital Life // Story: The Joke's on Equestria // by Grey Ghost //------------------------------// Twilight was in her palace’s lab, her various machines whirring and humming around her. At the moment, she was examining a sample she had taken from Isaac and was looking for any hints toward solving his problem. Mokumon was oblivious to her struggles, happily slurping away at a fresh cup of tea while he rested on her head. “I’m glad one of us is enjoying themselves,” Twilight sighed, gazing up at him. Mokumon gave her a tilt of his head and offered her his cup. “I’m not thirsty, little guy,” she told him, patting his head. “I’m just having trouble with helping a friend.” He cooed in response, nuzzling her. “Thanks Mokumon,” she said with a warm smile. “It’s doing wonders for my sanity knowing that I’ve got your support right now. I don't even know where to begin with this splicing thing. I hope Cadance is having better luck than I am.” “Hey Egghead!” Dash’s voice interrupted as she burst through the lab doors, Nyokimon in her arms. “Dash, there was a note on the door saying to knock before entering,” Twilight stated, giving the prismatic mare a flat look. “This lab is full of sensitive materials that could literally blow up in my face if I’m not careful.” “I knew that,” Dash said, waving her off, “Anyway... I need Nyokimon to do that thing like now.” “Dash, I can't force Nyokimon to digivolve. Isaac and the others warned you that line of thinking is dangerous and can result in creating a rampaging digimon,” Twilight admonished. “There’s gotta be something we can do, Twi!” Rainbow whined, “I can’t keep coming to you to re-up Nyokimon’s cloudwalking spell! What happens if it goes out while we’re sleeping? She’ll fall and...” Dash didn’t finish her sentence, hugging the little seed close to her. “Okay, I can see why you're concerned,” Twilight replied with a sigh. “But I can't force her to digivolve. Even with the samples I’ve collected from Isaac and the others, I can't fully comprehend digimon physiology. If it’ll make you feel better, I can offer you two a place to stay until she doesn't need the spell anymore.” “I guess...” Dash sighed, nuzzling Nyokimon. “I’m sorry I can't give you exactly what you want, but forcing Nyokimon to digivolve isn’t a good idea,” Twilight offered, putting a hoof on Dash’s shoulder. “You might end up hurting her.” “I just want to keep her safe...” Dash mumbled, petting Nyokimon’s head. “I know how you feel, but we have to be patient with their digivolving,” Twilight said. “How about we get out of here so we can get Nyokimon something to eat. Food helps a growing digimon, after all.” “Right.” Dash nodded. “That sound good?” she asked, looking at her charge. Nyokimon nodded eagerly, looking up at Dash with bright eyes. “Lead the way, Twi!” Twilight smiled and led them out of the large lab. She hummed to herself as Mokumon finished his tea while continuing to sit on her head. He let out a happy sigh and burped softly. “I wonder how the others are doing with their digimon?” Dash asked, watching Mokumon. “I know Spike and Starlight are doing fine with theirs. And Isaac gives the little guy dirty looks every time Starlight hugs her Picnimon.” “That dragon has it bad,” Dash snickered, shaking her head. “I know, and apparently Starlight has no idea about it,” Twilight said. “I subtly questioned her about Isaac and she’s oblivious to any signs from him.” “And they say stallions are dense,” Dash laughed, “Where are the love birds now?” “Isaac’s helping her buy groceries that we’ll need, along with quills and parchment for Starlight’s friendship lessons, we’re almost out again.” “Geez, you blow through those things quick,” Dash whistled, shaking her head. “I’ve been taking a lot of notes on digimon between my research to help Isaac and tracking the development of the baby digimon,” Twilight explained. “Find out anything good?” “Just some basic things,” Twilight admitted. “Though I have noticed that Mokumon seems more energetic when I’m around him. I think they take in energy from us along with food.” “Like... changelings?” Dash asked, frowning deeply. “Similar, but there doesn't seem to be any adverse effects to me from this, which can't be said of a changeling forcibly eating love. My brother can attest to that,” Twilight replied. “You aren’t gonna do that right?” Dash asked, looking down at Nyokimon. Nyokimon let out a chirp, looking up at Dash. “Nah, you wouldn’t do that.” She smiled, rubbing her head. “What does Nyokimon normally eat?” Twilight asked as they trotted into the kitchen. “She eats a lot of sweet stuff,” Dash replied. “It’s like she can't get enough sugar in her.” “Mokumon can’t get enough sugary drinks,” Twilight chuckled, putting Mokumon on the table. She hummed, gathering ingredients, “How about... pancakes?” Mokumon let out a happy little chirp, nodding at the prospect. Nyokimon nodded eagerly as well. “Guess that settles it,” Dash chuckled. “Let’s go with... bananas!” Twilight said dramatically, putting on a bit of a show for the young ones. “You’ve been hanging out with Trixie too much lately,” Dash teased. “Pretty soon you’re gonna refer to yourself in the third person.” “I picked up a few things,” Twilight admitted, “I don’t think I’ll ever be a performer, but, I know Mokumon likes it when I put on a little act.” “Just as long as you don't call yourself the Great and Powerful Twilight, I'm good,” Dash said, nudging Twilight in her side. “I don’t think that’ll be an issue, Dash,” Twilight assured her, whipping up the pancake batter. She hummed softly, finding a nice little rhythm in the simple actions. “Stop, otherwise it’ll be the sweep sweep sweep song all over again!” Dash pleaded overdramatically, putting Nyokimon down next to Mokumon to cover her ears. “Mokumon likes my songs,” Twilight protested, fluffing her wings. “Just messing with ya, Egghead,” Dash said. “Need any help with those pancakes?” “Sure, can you set the table?” Twilight asked, gesturing to the cabinets. “In ten seconds flat!” Dash promised, zipping over to the cabinets and grabbing everything. In a matter of moments, she was done. The digimon cheered, rather amused by her display. “At least somepony likes your antics,” Twilight teased, smirking at her. “Hey! The Wonderbolts like them too,” Dash protested. “They did let me join after all. I might be a newbie now, but one day, I’ll replace Spitfire as captain!” she proclaimed, puffing her chest. “Spifi!” Nyokimon parroted, bouncing up and down. “Aww!” Dash gushed, scooping Nyokimon into a big hug. “Your first word. Ooh, try saying Dashie, Da-shie,” she said, sounding it out for the baby digimon. “Dassi!” Nyokimon chirped, a big smile on her face. “She said my name!” Dash beamed, smiling proudly at her digimon. “She’s such a smart little thing,” she concluded with a nuzzle. Nyokimon returned the nuzzle, trilling happily. “What about you Mokumon?” Twilight asked, turning to her digimon, “Do you have anything to say?” Mokumon regarded her with a tilt of his head. “Twili,” he said, still tilting his head. “Aw, you said my name~” Twilight cooed at him, patting his head, “Reminds me of when Spike learned to talk.” “Sounds like good times,” Dash commented, still nuzzling Nyokimon. “He was adorable,” Twilight assured, transferring some of the pancakes to the table. Nyokimon and Mokumon bounced happily, their stomachs growling at the sight of the food. “Add a bit of butter...” Twilight muttered, buttering up a pair of pancakes before sliding them to the babies. “There! Eat up!” “Hold up,” Dash said, chuckling and pulling a bottle of syrup out of the fridge. “Can’t forget this. Pancakes just aren't the same without it.” she poured a bit of syrup on their pancakes, smiling all the while. “Now you can dig in!” The digimon didn’t have to be told twice, they began digging into their pancakes rather messily. “The one uncute thing about Nyokimon is cleaning up after she eats,” Dash admitted, dodging a stray bit of syrup as it flew off their plates. “You just had to give them syrup.” Twilight frowned, giving Dash a flat look. “Hey, plants need sugar,” Dash offered. “It said so in this book I read. Figured it would help me take care of Nyokimon. And I couldn't just give one of them syrup, that’d be unfair.” Nyokimon smiled, licking her lips, a satisfied smile on her face. “Seems like Nyokimon loved your pancakes, Twi,” Dash commented, patting Nyokimon’s leaves. She grabbed a napkin, wiping the remnants of syrup off her face. “Show Twi that you appreciate the food,” she urged with a smile. “Nyokimon digivolve to! Yokomon!” All of a sudden, Nyokimon started glowing and her body changed shape. When her body was done glowing she was revealed to be a pink bulb with a large blue flower atop her head. She had expressive green eyes and little tendrils at the base of her bulb that seemed to be for moving. Dash’s jaw hit the table, trying to process what just happened. She smiled, looking at Twilight. “Thank you for the pancakes!” she chirped. “S-so you’re Yokomon now?” Dash asked, looking over her new form. “Uh huh!” Yokomon nodded, smiling up at her. “Heh, you look good,” Dash complimented, patting her flower. “Though I guess we’re gonna be staying at the castle for a while longer. At least until you digivolve again.” “Okie!” Yokomon smiled, jumping into Dash’s arms, nuzzling her. “You’re welcome for the pancakes by the way,” Twilight chimed in, smiling at the two of them bonding. Mokumon gurgled, poking Twilight’s side. “What is it, Mokumon?” Twilight asked, patting his head. “Did you wanna show your appreciation for the pancakes too?” Mokumon cooed, nudging the plate toward her. “Alright, I’ll get you some more pancakes,” she assured him with a chuckle. She used her magic to levitate some more pancakes onto his plate and quickly buttered them. “Let me guess, you want syrup too?” He nodded, smiling brightly. She rolled her eyes, though she was still smiling as she poured the syrup onto his food. “There you go, nice and syrupy for you.” He smiled at her, starting to devour his meal. Twilight put up a barrier around herself, preventing any flying syrup from getting in her fur. “Well, he’s happy now,” Twilight said. “Little guy can eat,” Dash whistled, “He has about the same table manners as you do.” “I’m getting better,” Twilight grumbled, a deep blush on her face. “Celestia’s been coaching me for political meetings.” “I’ve seen you eat, Twi, it’s like every meal is your last or something.” “...I’m trying to get better,” she grumbled. “I am supposed to be a princess, after all.” “Relax, Egghead, I ain’t judging ya,” Dash assured, reaching over and placing a hoof on her arm. “Yeah, let’s move on from my lack of table manners,” Twilight sighed. “At least cleaning up is easy between Spike’s skills and my magic.” “Magi,” Mokumon chirped, licking his lips. “Aww, you’re learning words pretty quickly,” Twilight praised, dropping her barrier and hugging Mokumon. He smiled, hugging her back. “Mokumon, digivolve to! DemiMeramon!” Mokumon started to glow as well, his shape changing. Once he was done glowing, he looked like a small flame, with tiny arms, large blue eyes and a mouth that had stitches around the corners of it. Twilight gaped down at him, blinking a bit. “You digivolved too,” she said, surprised that he wasn’t burning her even though he was still in her arms. “Do you like it?” DemiMeramon asked, looking up at her with eager eyes. “Of course I like it,” she told him. “I was just surprised by it, that’s all. The fact that you can talk now is great.” “I’m glad.” He smiled, snuggling into her chest. “So… how does hugging what looks like a little fire feel like?” Dash asked, regarding DemiMeramon carefully. “It’s really warm but, nice,” Twilight tried to explain, looking down at her digimon. “I’d never actually burn you,” DemiMeramon explained. “I can burn hotter, but then it’d hurt you.” “That's very thoughtful of you.” Twilight smiled, nuzzling him. “Well yeah, if I hurt you, you wouldn’t make pancakes for me anymore,” he replied with a mischievous grin and chuckle. “So that's all I’m good for, huh?” she asked, booping him. “Your head’s a pretty comfy place to nap too,” he offered, still grinning. “Oh, that's good,” Twilight nodded, releasing him, “Now, let’s finish breakfast shall we?” “Yeah! Your pancakes are the best!” DemiMeramon cheered, licking his lips. Twilight giggled, passing out everyone’s food. DemiMeramon and Yokomon let out a cheer and started eating again, though there was slightly less food flying this time around. “I wonder if any of the other digimon changed yet,” Dash spoke, swallowing a bite of pancake. “Well, Spike’s helping Rarity with an order and Pinkie should be at Sugarcube Corner. Trixie is setting up for a performance with Alex and Roger, Applejack is bucking apple trees, Fluttershy is most likely at her house and Starlight should be back with Isaac pretty soon.” Twilight said. “We can find them once these two are done eating my entire kitchen,” she concluded, giving the two digimon an amused look. “We’re not gonna eat it all!” DemiMeramon protested. “I was exaggerating, little guy,” Twilight assured him, patting his head. “Oh, okay then,” he chimed before going back to eating. Twilight giggled, shaking her head. “Hard to believe these two went from struggling to say their first words to full blown sentences in like 30 seconds,” Dash commented. “Digimon grow faster than anything I’ve ever seen,” Twilight responded, “Though I was still amazed when Jethro and Isaac went back to their In-Training forms.” “Yeah, but with the way they fought that uh... What was that digimon called again? Metal something?” Dash said, trying to find the right word. “MetalPhantomon,” Twilight corrected. “Yeah, the way they fought that guy, it doesn’t surprise me. By the way, do you think Rarity’s still angry about having to pay to fix that store?” Dash asked. “Well...” Twilight sighed, “Celestia actually paid it for her.” “Well, that’s good for Rarity’s wallet,” Dash replied. “Hard to believe a digimon was sealed away in some crystal. Do you think there’s more out there like that? ”Celestia and Luna are working on it,” Twilight responded, “But, if you ask me, I think she might have been a leftover from the Ancient War.” “Cool, would hate to see something like that happen again.” Dash nodded, turning to the two digimon. “You guys full now?” “Uh huh!” DemiMeramon nodded, licking his lips. “Yup!” Yokomon chirped. “Good, now let’s get out of Twilight’s kitchen and see if we can see if anypony else’s digimon have digivolved.” “Come on everypony, let’s move out,” Twilight smiled, getting out of her chair. DemiMeramon and Yokomon nodded, jumping on their partners’ backs with giant grins. “Lead the way!” DemiMeramon beamed. “Getting some sun sounds good to me.” Twilight nodded, leading them out of the castle. “I wish people would stop cooing at me...” Isaac grumbled, riding along Starlight’s back. He had yet to digivolve back into Veemon, much to his annoyance. “Just keep eating all your fruits and veggies and you’ll be back to normal in no time,” Starlight assured him as she inspected a tomato. “Besides, it’s not their fault that you’re so adorable like this,” she teased, smirking over her shoulder at him. Isaac pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” he replied. “Keep it up and I’ll dye your fur green.” “Do that and I’ll buck you back to an egg,” she warned him with narrowed eyes. “I’d like to see you try,” Isaac countered, sticking his tongue out at her. “Alright, you asked for it,” she said with a smirk, picking him up in her magic and holding him by her back legs. “H-hey!!” he squirmed, kicking his legs out in a flurry. She moved him back onto her back, patting his head. “Oh relax, I’d never buck you in the face,” she assured him. “Friends aren’t supposed to do those kinds of things to each other. Here,” she floated one of the apples they had bought over to him, “consider this an apology offering.” “Thanks...” he muttered, taking a bite out of it, then offering it to Pichimon. Pichimon took a big bite, smiling as he munched away. “Aww, it’s nice to see you two getting along,” Starlight said, laying bits on the stall counter then placing her tomatoes in her saddlebags. “Why wouldn’t I? He’s a nice kid.” “I sometimes see you glaring at Pichimon out of the corner of my eye,” she replied, trotting off to the next stand. “I was worried that you didn’t like him for some reason.” “What?” he asked, letting out a nervous chuckle. “You're seeing things Star.” “If you say so,” she said, not sounding completely convinced. She walked into the Quills and Sofas store, looking over their selection. “Hmm, what kind of quills do you think we should get? Hawk, eagle, falcon, owl, or griffin?” she asked, looking back at Isaac. “Um... I dunno...” Isaac blinked, looking between them. “What about the griffin one?” she suggested, picking up the black quill and looking it over. “It is the biggest so it’ll hold more ink. With the notes Twilight takes that’ll come in handy.” “You’d know better than me,” he responded, patting Pichimon’s head. “Hmm, I think I will take the griffin quills,” Starlight confirmed with a nod. “They’re a bit more expensive, but they should be worth it. She smiled, picking up the number of quills Twilight put on her list and headed over to the parchment section, which was right next to the sofa section. “Why does this place sell sofas?” Isaac asked, looking around. “I asked the same thing,” she said, chuckling. “The owner didn’t really give me an answer and then just walked away. I just chalked it up to the quirk of a small town.” “Weird...”’ “Oh please, this isn’t even in the top ten for the weirdness for this town,” she commented with a giggle. “I would’ve thought you’d have learned that by now.” She picked up the parchment with her magic and trotted over to the cashier. “Did you find everything you needed?” the cashier asked, giving them a smile. “Well, we did buy everything you sell except for a sofa,” Starlight replied with a smile, putting their items on the counter. “You’d be surprised how many we sell,” the cashier chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, they do look comfy,” she said, looking over at one. “But I don’t think Twilight would appreciate it very much if we came back with something that wasn’t on her list. In fact, I think she’d freak out a bit.” “At this point, we might just give her one,” the cashier joked, “She’s our best customer.” “I’ll be sure to tell her that,” Starlight giggled. “She has been looking to decorate more of her castle.” She pushed some bits onto the counter. He nodded, ringing them up. “You’re all set!” he beamed, passing her her change. “Thank you,” she said, putting the change, quills and parchment away. “See you in about a week when we’ll need more of all this,” she quipped, turning to walk out of the store. “Have a good day!” he called out to her. She waved goodbye to him as she exited the store, a smile on her face. “And now all we have to do is go back to the castle,” Starlight informed them. “I’ll even make you two something to eat. What are you in the mood for, Isaac?” “Hmm... hot dogs?” he asked, licking his lips. “Sure, do hot dogs sound good to you, Pichimon?” she asked, smiling at her digimon. He chirped, looking up at her. “Alright, if it’ll make the two of you happy then I’ll handle meat,” she said, nodding and trotting a bit faster toward the castle. “I think I’ll just have a daisy sandwich,” she mused aloud, humming to herself. “Thanks, Star,” Isaac said, moving onto her head, “I know you don’t like to deal with meat.” “Well, you and Pichimon really like it so I’m willing to do it to make you guys happy. Seeing your faces light up and the way you scarf it down make it totally worth it.” Isaac smiled, patting her head. “You’re a good horse Star.” “And you’re a good mutant dragon,” she teased, scratching behind his ear. “Hey, I’m just a dragon,” he protested, leaning against her hoof. “I dunno, most dragons I’ve heard of don’t have V patterns on them, or that little horn thing on your nose when you’re Veemon,” she teased further, scratching him more. “That just makes me cooler than them.” he smirked, cooing softly. “Yes, cool,” Starlight giggled. “Because all the cool dragons make adorable baby noises.” They finally made it to the castle, and she opened the door. He just grumbled, holding onto her horn. She let out a squeak, her magic faltering and sending a quick jolt through both of them. “Ow,” she complained, rubbing the side of her head. “Isaac, please never grab my horn while I’m using magic, that hurt.” “I’m sorry!” he squeaked, sliding down her neck and onto her back. “It’s fine,” she assured him. “You didn’t know. It’s not like you’ve read any books about unicorn anatomy or have lived in Equestria long enough to know about magic feedback.” She started to trot through the castle, following the signs that Twilight and Spike had put up so that no one got lost anymore. “Doesn’t look like anyone’s home,” Isaac pointed out. “Guess Twilight and Mokumon went out for a walk or something,” Starlight suggested. “She probably wanted to take a break from whatever she was doing in her lab.” She opened a door, stepping into the kitchen. She used her magic to place Isaac and Pichimon on the counter and opened the fridge. “Let’s get wasted and trash the place,” Isaac joked, watching her. “Hmm, maybe we should,” she suggested. “Can’t say that I’ve ever been drunk before. Besides, Spike can clean up whatever mess we make.” “Let’s just hope you don’t get caught giving booze to minors.” “You’re not a minor, Isaac,” Starlight retorted. “You just happen to be in a tiny and child-like body.” She pulled the meat out with her magic, making a slight face of displeasure as she started to prepare it. “Good to know,” Isaac muttered, watching the meat closely. Starlight continued to work, making the meat into tube-like shapes. She then started to cook it, pulling toppings out of the fridge and setting them around Isaac and Pichimon. “The food should be ready soon,” she informed him with a smile. “Sweet!” Isaac cheered, grinning up at her. “Maybe these hot dogs will be the last bit of energy you need to digivolve again,” she offered, sitting down. “That would be amazing,” he agreed, jumping into her lap. Pichimon chirped, jumping on top of her head. “Though you wouldn’t be able to sit on top of my head anymore,” she teased, stroking the top of his head, still keeping an eye on the food. “That's a real shame,” he said, getting comfy. “At least you’ll be able to turn into ExVeemon again,” she offered. “I know that you like to fly and all that.” “Flying is awesome, no wonder RD loves it so much.” “I wouldn’t know,” she shrugged, “the closest thing I’ve got to flying is that self-levitation spell. And something tells me it’s not the same.” She looked over, pulling the hot dogs off the stove and setting them down on two plates. “There you two are, dig in.” “Thanks!” Isaac smiled before starting to devour said hot dogs. Pichimon hopped off her head, munching on his portion with wild abandon. “Great like always!” “Thanks, I’ve tried to pick up skills other than magic,” she informed him. “Pinkie’s even helping me learn to bake. I could make a cake for us all if you’re still hungry after the hot dogs.” “You, bake a cake?” he asked, a teasing smirk on his face. “Keep it up and Pichimon will eat it all while you watch,” Starlight teased back, smirking. Isaac huffed, pulling his share closer to him. “Don’t mess with somepony who used to be evil,” she giggled, rubbing her hoof on top of his head. “We know how to make good threats.” “I’m watching you, Glimmer,” Isaac pointed out, narrowing his eyes. “And what are you going to do? Adorable me to death?” Starlight teased, poking his stomach. “Maybe,” he huffed, covering his stomach. Pichimon chirped, seeming to be laughing as he watched the two. “Heh, I guess Pichimon thinks we’re funny,” she commented, petting Pichimon. The little digimon cooed, nuzzling her hoof.. Isaac’s eye twitched, his smile growing alarmingly wide. “Heh, guess we make a good comedy duo.” “Comy,” Pichimon chirped, looking up at her. “Aww, you said your first word!” she beamed, pulling her digimon into a big hug. “You’re so smart!” “Not that smart...” Isaac grumbled, stuffing a hot dog into his mouth. “What was that, Isaac?” Starlight asked, nuzzling Pichimon. “I couldn’t make that out.” “Nothing!” he said quickly. “Okay,” she said, taking their empty plates and quickly washing them. “Want me to make that cake now?” she asked, opening up the cabinets. “Yes please!” She used her magic to prepare everything to avoid disturbing the two digimon with her, Once it was in the oven, she held the frosting covered spoon up to the two. “Who wants a taste of the frosting?” she asked, waving it in front of them with a grin. Pichimon cooed eagerly, waving his arms around. She used her magic to take some of the frosting off the spoon and fed it to the baby digimon. “Would you like some too?” she asked, looking down at Isaac. “Sure.” he nodded, holding his hands out. She gave him the spoon, watching as he cleaned the rest of the frosting off. “Mmm, Pinkie’s really taught you well!” he complimented, licking his lips. “Well!” Pichimon parroted, clapping. “I’ll be sure to tell her that you two approved,” Starlight beamed, enjoying the praise. “I’ll have to keep learning how to bake more things then. Any suggestions?” “Eclairs,” Isaac said, passing the spoon back to her. “Alright, the next thing I’ll learn to make is eclairs,” she told him with a nod. “Now all we have to do is wait for the cake.” “Cake!” Pichimon cheered, gurgling. “That’s right,” Starlight told him, petting his head. “A delicious cake for my two favorite digimon,” she cooed, smiling at her digimon. Pichimon cooed, seeming to glow a little. “Pichimon digivolve to! Bukamon!” When the glowing stopped, Bukamon’s form was revealed. He was now a faded purple color with a white underbelly and a tuft of orange hair sprouting from his head. His flippers had grown longer and he smiled up at Starlight with shimmering blue eyes. “Cake sounds awesome!!” “You digivolved,” Starlight noted, taking in his new form. “And you can speak in full sentences now.” “Uh huh!” he nodded, floating around her. “You like?” “I do!” she agreed, watching him float with a smile. “You’re just as adorable in this form as you were as Pichimon.” “Yay!” he cheered, hugging her neck. Isaac gritted his teeth, annoyed and jealous of the display of affection, and the fact that he had just digivolved. He forced a smile onto his face, looking away from them to watch the oven. “Hey, Starlight, I think the cake’s done,” Isaac said, not looking back. “Oh, that’s great,” she said, putting Isaac on the counter as she trotted over to check on the cake. She pulled it out of the oven and gave it a quick look. “Yup! It’s done.” She cut three pieces of it, sliding two of them over to Isaac and Bukamon. “Thanks,” Isaac replied, taking a bite out of it. “What do you think?” Starlight asked, taking a bite out of her own slice. “It’s amazing!” Isaac complimented before he himself started to glow. “DemiVeemon digivolve to! Veemon!” “Hey, looks like my cake was so good that it made you digivolve,” she giggled, rubbing his head. “Your cooking is just that good!” he beamed, shoving the rest into his mouth. “Hey, maybe I should just keep shoving cake into your mouth until you reach mega,” she joked, nudging him. “I think I’d make a pretty cool UlForceVeedramon,” Isaac gloated, striking a pose. “I’m sure you would,” she giggled, patting his head. “But I thought you said Magnamon was cooler?” “Yeah but, I don’t have the Digiegg of Miracles.” “I’m sure you’ll find it somewhere,” she assured him. “You did find the Digiegg of Courage after all. Though you also have a talent for finding trouble,” she concluded with a giggle. “There are a lot though, Destiny, Hope, Light, Friendship, Love, and that's only like four of them.” “Well, you’ve got plenty of time to find them,” she said. “And until then, you can just stick with what you’ve already got.” “You know, Jet can use those eggs too, I’d like to see what he can turn into.” Isaac tapped his chin, looking down in thought. “We’ll have to test that out once he digivolves like you,” she offered. “Once you two have had your fill of cake, we could go find him. I think he’s with Fluttershy.” “I’m ready if he is,” Isaac said, hopping out of his chair. “Yeah, I think I got enough cake in me,” Bukamon commented, floating over on top of Starlight’s head. “Lead the way, boss lady.” “Alright then! Let’s go,” Starlight commanded with a smile, trotting out of the room. “Do you like the food, Punimon?” Fluttershy asked, watching the little digimon closely. Punimon smiled and blew a stream of bubbles into the air. “Good.” she smiled, patting his head. Punimon soaked up the attention, gurgling happily as she patted him. “Looks like you’re just as good with digimon as you are with normal animals,” Jethro complimented, smiling as he watched them. “Thanks, I try my best,” she replied, “What about you, are you hungry?” “I could use a little something,” he admitted. “I don’t need anything too extravagant though. I know you’re busy with Punimon and all your other animals.” “Don’t worry your little head about it, you need to get your strength back after all,” she cooed, leaning down and nuzzling him. “Alright, if you insist,” he said. “Make me whatever you like. Judging by the way your animals scramble during feeding time, I’d say I’m in for something delicious.” “Just you wait.” She gave his head a pat before walking out of sight. “Kay, I’ll just keep sitting here,” he told her as he shifted in his shell. He looked around the room, taking in all the different animals around him. He then turned to Punimon. “So, you friends with all the animals here?” he asked with a chuckle. Punimon gurgled at him, blinking a few times. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Jet smiled and chuckled at him. “What about Angel? Is he giving you trouble?” “Agel,” Punimon repeated, looking around for the bunny. “Fluttershy… Punimon said a word!” Jethro called out, trying to get the mare’s attention. “Has he done that before?!” “He did?!” Fluttershy gasped, nearly dropping her plate. “Yeah, he said Angel’s name after I brought him up,” he informed her, sighing in relief that the food was safe. The bunny in question hopped over, scowling like always. “Isn’t the nice, Angel?” Fluttershy asked with a grin. “Punimon is such good friends with you that your name was his first word.” “Agel!” Punimon chanted, bouncing up and down. Angel’s scowl softened slightly, watching as the baby digimon bounced. “Good job, Punimon,” Fluttershy cooed. “I’ll have to get you a picture book so you can learn more words.” Punimon giggled, beaming at the praise. “I might be able to borrow one from Applejack,” she mused aloud, tapping her chin in thought. “I’m sure she’s kept one that was Apple Bloom’s.” “He might digivolve before then,” Jethro pointed out. “Good point,” Fluttershy admitted. “We’ll just have to wait and see. For now though, let’s get you all something to eat.” She smiled as she set the food down in front of them. “Thanks, Fluttershy,” Jethro said before starting to eat. Punimon blew bubbles toward her and dug in with gusto. Angel had to inspect his food thoroughly before he started to eat. “No need to thank me,” Fluttershy waved off. “I was more than happy to do it.” “Still, I have to say something for this meal,” Jethro smiled, wiping his mouth. “Just seeing you eat it enthusiastically is more than enough for me,” she replied, returning the smile. “That’s the kind of praise I get from my adorable little critters,” she concluded, holding out a hoof for a canary to land on. “You really are the Element of Kindness,” Jethro commented, watching her. “Oh thank you,” Fluttershy said. “I guess I just took my parents’ advice of treating others the way I want to be treated to heart,” she chuckled before sighing. “Though I can’t say the same for my little brother.” “Oh?” Jethro asked his interest piqued. “He’s not a bad pony,” she started. “He just has a tendency to mooch off our parents’ good nature and he doesn’t stick with projects he starts. And he brags without really having done anything. I mean, Rainbow Dash brags, but she’s shown that there’s talent and dedication to what she does to back that up.” “Reminds me a bit of Isaac,” Jethro spoke, looking down at his plate. “Really?” she asked with a tilt of her head. “I haven’t really noticed. Though maybe if he started hitting on Rainbow I’d make the connection,” she joked with a little giggle. “Sorry, I meant from before we were in college,” he replied with a sheepish chuckle, “Isaac didn’t used to be so...” “Enthusiastic?” Fluttershy offered, taking a sip of her drink. “Yeah.” Jethro nodded. “I don’t think he knew what he wanted to do with his life for a long time.” “That does sound a lot like Zephyr,” she said, sighing. “Though he gives up on things before he even gives them a chance. Well, at least the last time I heard from him. Maybe he’s finally found something to stick with,” she offered with a faint smile. “Maybe,” Jethro agreed, nodding his head. “Sorry for unloading my family drama on you,” Fluttershy said with a frown. “I just tend to worry about Zephyr and you’re a good listener.” “It’s fine Fluttershy, it's the least I can do after you fed me.” “Considering you’ve done good things for Equestria a few times now, I think a few free home cooked meals are in order,” she stated, nodding and smiling. “What do you think, Punimon?” she asked, turning to the red blob. Punimon trilled, blowing a few bubbles. “Punimon agrees with me,” she turned back to Jethro with a smile, chuckling softly. He rolled his eyes, continuing to eat. “Hey, I’m just trying to be a good person,” Jethro protested, finishing up his meal. “Well I have seniority, so you have to listen to me and accept my kindness first,” she scolded in a faux-motherly tone. “If you say so, mom,” he teased. Fluttershy stayed silent for a moment, her sip of tea getting caught in her throat. She coughed softly. “What?” he asked, frowning. “S-sorry, I was caught off guard by the ‘mom’ comment,” she said, dabbing her mouth with a napkin. “It’s alright.” he smiled. “Though, I think you’ll be a great mom.” “W-well, I’d have to find the right stallion first,” she replied, a light blush peppering her cheeks. “I’d adopt, but with all my animals, I wouldn’t have enough time to dedicate to them.” “Do you... have your eyes on anyone?” “...Maybe,” she admitted, her blush deepening. “Can I ask who?” “Promise not to laugh?” Fluttershy asked, shrinking slightly and hiding behind her mane. “I promise.” he nodded. “Discord,” she mumbled, just above a whisper. “Really?” Jethro blinked, obviously surprised. She nodded, still hiding behind her mane. “Does... he feel the same?” “I uh… haven’t exactly told him how I feel. Though that may not mean anything. He may or may not be able to read minds. Every time I ask he just changes into a costume and says a magician never reveals their secrets,” she explained, frowning. “Well, I think you should tell him.” “I should,” she admitted. “Though I don’t know if it’ll go well.” “If you want, I could stick around,” he offered, looking up at her. “Thanks, you’re a good friend, Jet,” she said, getting up and stroking him on the head. He smiled, nuzzling against her hoof. “Is there anything else I can get you?” she asked, still rubbing his head. “You still look a little hungry. And Punimon does too,” she added, looking over at her digimon. “I wouldn’t mind a little more food,” Jethro admitted. “Then I’ll get you two some more,” she told him, smiling as she ducked into the kitchen. “Thanks Fluttershy!” he called out to her. After a while, Fluttershy returned with two more plates, placing them in front of the digimon. “There we go, I think I made it even better this time,” she told him, smiling brightly. They smiled, digging in. “Do you two like it?” she asked with a hopeful expression. “I added a smidge of a lime chile sauce to it.” “I couldn’t even tell,” Jethro admitted. “Oh, that’s okay,” Fluttershy said. “Just as long as you enjoy it. I’ll even make something else for you the next time you want to visit me and the animals.” He nodded, going back to his meal. “What about you, Punimon? Do you like yours?” Punimon nodded eagerly, licking the corners of his mouth. “Punimon digivolve to!” Punimon squeaked, starting to glow, “Tsunomon!” “Ooh!” Fluttershy beamed, scooping up the orange ball-like digimon with a curved horn and red eyes. “Your new form is so cute~!” she cooed as she nuzzled his cheek. “Thanks, Fluttershy.” Tsunomon smiled, nuzzling her back. “And you can talk in complete sentences now,” she noted, putting him back in front of his food. “Looks like I won’t need to borrow that picture book after all.” “Congrats,” Jethro spoke, looking over at him. “Thanks,” Tsunomon replied, smiling widely. “It’s great to finally be able to talk to all of you!” “Maybe the others digivolved too,” Jethro commented, taking the last bite of his food. “It’s possible,” Fluttershy said. “If Twilight’s Mokumon did then I’m sure she’s going to check on the others.” “I guess we wait, then.” Jethro nodded, getting comfy in his shell. “I hope Rainbow Dash’s digivolved,” Fluttershy stated. “She’s been so worried about her falling out of her house.” “She’ll have to wait until Nyokimon digivolves into Biyomon,” Jethro explained, “Though why a plant turns into a bird is still beyond me.” “Oh, and Biyomon would be the next one, right?” she asked, seeming a little disappointed. “Yeah, imagine a big, pink bird that stands upright.” “Well, hopefully she'll digivolve into that soon,” Fluttershy offered. “Dash has enough stress to deal with with all of her Wonderbolt duties.” “How is that going?” Jethro asked curiously. “Well, since she got off probation she's been busy learning all the routines,” she answered. “Though Dash is used to solo flying, so keeping in formation and matching speed with the group is tough for her.” “It’ll make her better in the end.” Jethro nodded sagely. “That's what I told her,” she replied with a giggle. “But Dash hates holding back. That's why she can be so blunt.” “She’ll get over it,” Jethro chuckled before letting out a small yawn. “Aww, looks like you could use some sleep,” Fluttershy said as she placed him on her back. “Come on, I’ve got the perfect thing for you to rest in.” “I could use a nap...” he agreed, nuzzling her neck. “Then let's get you comfy,” she said, trotting up to her bedroom. She then pulled out a small basket made up with a blanket and pillow and placed him inside it. “There we are, snug as a bug,” she joked, patting his head. “Thanks Fluttershy,” he said, letting out a longer yawn. “No need to thank me, just rest up. I’ll wake you up if anypony visits us,” she told him with a smile, tucking him in. He nodded, closing his eyes and drifting off. “So, yer Gummymon now?” Applejack asked, looking at the little digimon on her back. “Yup!” Gummymon beamed. “Thanks to you, I digivolved. What do you think?” he asked, eagerly waiting for her answer. “Ah think yer plum cute,” she replied, booping him gently. “Heh, that tickles,” he giggled, his body jiggling slightly. “And just you wait, if you keep feeding me those apples of yours, I’ll be able to help you out here!” he promised, nuzzling her. “Ah’ll hold ya to that,” she agreed, nodding, “Lemme know if Winona plays too rough with ya, she can get a little too excited sometimes.” “No need to worry about me, AJ!” he assured, puffing out his chest. “I can handle whatever Winona dishes out. She's the perfect training for whatever threat I’ll protect you from.” “If'n ya say so.” She grinned, poking him again. “Just you wait AJ, I’m gonna be a super strong digimon one day,” he promised, a massive grin on his face even as he jiggled. “Ah can’t wait.” She smiled back, before rearing up on her front legs and bucking a tree. “That’s so cool,” Gummymon commented, watching the apples fall into the buckets. “I wish I had legs so I could try.” He floated up slightly to demonstrate. “Ya’ll get them, at least, Isaac said ya would.” “And when I do get them, I’m gonna kick these trees, just like you!” he beamed, landing on her back again. “Ya sound just like Bloom,” Applejack chuckled, moving over to another tree, giving it a solid buck. “Heh, probably because of how many times you left me with her while you did chores.” “Sounds about right.” she nodded, wiping some sweat off her brow. “Yeah… just try to keep Sweetie Belle from feeding me anything she makes again,” he said, shuddering. “I nearly turned back into an egg, it was so bad the last time.” “Ah don’t think ya have to worry much about that,” Applejack chuckled, patting his head. “Good, because I don’t want to hurt her feelings or anything,” Gummymon told her. “But I don’t want to eat her cooking even more.” “Trust me, none of us do.” She nodded. “Ya wanna go get some lunch?” “Of course I do!” Gummymon cheered. “Granny Smith’s cooking is the best!” he added, licking his lips. “She’ll be glad to hear that.” she smiled, trotting back into the house. “Applejack, is that you?” Granny Smith asked, popping her head out of the kitchen. “Or am I gonna have t’bust out the old fryin’ pan on a wanderin’ critter?” “It’s just me Granny,” AJ responded, waving at her. “Alrighty then, Ah’ve got your lunch ready fer ya,” the elderly mare replied with a warm smile. “And Ah made a big helpin’ fer that er… digi-whatsit too. Gotta make sure it grows into a proper Apple family member after all.” “Thanks Granny!” Gummymon smiled, peeking around Applejack’s head. “Oh!” Granny gasped in surprise. “Looks like ya already grew a bit. Did that whole changey dealy that Applejack told me about. And yer talkin’ too.” “Uh huh!” he nodded eagerly. “I’m Gummymon now!” “Well Gummymon, git over here and eat yer lunch before it gets cold!” Granny barked, pointing at the table. “That goes double fer you missy! You’ve been workin’ all mornin’ with no breaks!” “All Granny,” Applejack chuckled, moving over to the table. She placed Gummymon next to his plate before hopping into her seat. Granny took her own seat, starting to eat. “And don’t be afraid t’ask fer more,” Granny told them. “Ah’m happy to whip up some more.” “Thank you!” Gummymon smiled before tearing into his food. “Well, the little thing certainly eats like an Apple young’un,” Granny commented with a chuckle. “Reminds me of you back when you were a filly around the fritters at the family reunion.” “Ah’m never gonna live that down, am I?” Applejack asked, unable to hide her smile. “Enope,” Granny shot back with her own smile. “Even after Ah’m long gone ya still won’t hear the end of it. Big Mac is under Granny’s instructions t’remind ya about it every so often.” “I’ll remember too!” Gummymon chirped, licking his lips. “That’s a good boy, Gummymon,” Granny praised. “Fer that, take this.” She tossed him a bit of her food onto his plate. “Ya earned it.” “Yes~” he grinned, digging in with gusto. “Heh, Ah think Ah like havin’ the little guy around. The next time ya see Princess Celestia, tell her thanks fer the egg from me,” Granny said, returning to her meal. “Ah will.” Applejack nodded, patting her digimon’s head. “Speakin’ of the princess, have ya heard how her little critter is doin’?” Granny asked, taking a sip of her iced tea. “She and Princess Luna took an egg too, right?” “Ah could ask Twi,” Applejack offered, looking over at her. “Heh, if they’re anythin’ like Gummymon here, then they’re eatin’ them outta that castle,” Granny noted with a chuckle. “I gotta get big and strong to protect AJ!” Gummymon chirped. “Well then stick with me,” Granny told him. “When Ah’m done with ya, you’ll be bigger and stronger than Big Mac and Applejack put together.” “Yes ma’am!” “Heh, I wonder if all the other digimon have changed like Gummymon,” Applejack commented, watching Gummymon with a smile. “I can’t wait to see,” Gummymon commented. “Well Ah’m sure we’ll find out pretty soon,” Applejack assured him, rubbing his head. He giggled, nuzzling her hoof. “Are ya finished eatin’ yer food?” she asked, polishing off her own meal. “Uh huh! All full!” “Then let’s get back to the orchard,” she said, getting out of her seat. “We’ve still got a bit of trees left before we’re done fer the day.” “Right behind ya Applejack!” Gummymon smiled, floating onto her back. The two stepped out of the house, rushing back into the orchard to finish the work for the day. “Woohoo!” he cheered, laughing his head off. “Havin’ fun?” AJ asked, smiling slightly. “You bet!” He nodded. “You’re super fast!” “Darn right I am. Now, how’s about we buck some more trees?” “You got it AJ!” Gummymon beamed. “Let’s get this done before dinner!” She smiled, kicking her back legs into another tree. “Spike! Please control that little ruffian!” Rarity commanded, watching Dodomon zip around her shop, chasing Opal. “I’m trying!” Spike called back. “But for something that doesn’t have legs he’s really quick!” He then dived after Dodomon, only for the rambunctious digimon to dodge at the last second and causing him to crash into some spare mannequins. “He’s worse than Winona,” Rarity grumbled, letting out a long sigh. “It’s too bad no one here knows how to levitate things,” Spike deadpanned, his voice muffled by a mannequin head that was stuck to his own. “What was that?” she asked, lifting it off him. “Oh nothing,” Spike sighed. “Just saying that I’ll try to keep him in control.” He got up, going back after Dodomon. “Come on little guy! Opal doesn’t wanna play!” “Pway!” Dodomon replied, pouncing on Opal. Opal let out a hiss, trying to swipe at the digimon. “Oh no you don’t!” Spike called out, managing to lift Dodomon off of the cat and above his head. He then blinked, looking up at him. “Y-you just said your first word.” “That is something,” Rarity agreed, her irritation slipping away. “That’s great!” Spike beamed, hugging Dodomon to his chest. “Has Popomon said her first word yet?” “Oh no, the dear just makes rather adorable foal sounds.” “Where is Popomon?” Spike asked, looking around the room. “Is she taking a nap or something?” Rarity nodded. “The little thing was just exhausted after last night.” “Yeah, even Dodomon runs out of steam at some point,” Spike chuckled, holding onto Dodomon even as he tried to hop out of his arms. “The little guy and I sleep like babies when he’s finally done hopping around. Isn’t that right buddy?” he asked, smiling down at his digimon. “Hop!” Dodomon cried, trying to squirm out of Spike’s arms. “Oh no little guy, you’re not gonna bother Opal anymore,” Spike scolded, holding fast. “If you calm down, I’ll make your favorite treat,” he offered, patting the digimon’s head. “Tweat?” Dodomon asked, looking up at him. “Yup,” Spike nodded, grinning. “And your favorite one too, fudge dipped cookies.” Dodomon paused, looking down in thought. “I’ll even let you lick the mixing spoon,” Spike added, scratching behind his ear. “Okay!” Dodomon nodded, looking up at him. “Hey Rarity, can I borrow your kitchen for a little bit?” Spike asked, a hopeful look on his face as he turned to Rarity. “You may, Spikey.” “Thanks,” Spike said, walking towards the kitchen. “Would you like me to make you something while I’m in there? You’ve been at this for a while.” “Oh no, no, no dear Spikey, you are my guest,” Rarity argued. “Rarity, how many times have we had this argument when I’m helping you out?” Spike asked from the kitchen, chuckling as he climbed up the stool that Rarity had for him and put Dodomon on the counter. “Are we really going to have it again?” “We most certainly will, Spike,” she replied, straightening up Dodomon’s mess. “You sure we can’t just skip to the part where I make you something to eat?” Spike asked, putting an apron on and rummaging for ingredients. “It’ll make things easier.” “Not on your life.” “Then you know I’m going to say that I’m here to help you with your work,” Spike replied with a sigh, putting ingredients in a bowl. “And that includes making sure you have energy to complete your order.” “Spike, you are my guest, I am meant to accommodate you, not the other way around,” Rarity argued, stamping a hoof. “I would not be able to rightly call myself a lady if I were to breach etiquette in such a way.” “Yeah and my dragon code says I have to help my friends so...” He frowned, trying to think of something. “That means I do it!” “The difference being that the manners I’m talking about are something that young fillies and colts go to school to learn about, and your dragon code is something you created yourself,” she replied, finishing a stitch with a satisfied smile. “I made it official while I was dragon lord,” he countered, narrowing his eyes. “Spike, I was there, you did no such thing,” she deadpanned. “You made Willy dance, got Garble to hug every dragon he met on his way home, and then made Ember the dragon lord.” “You just remember it wrong,” he dismissed, waving a claw. Rarity let out a sigh, shaking her head. “Oh Spike, whatever am I going to do with you?” she said to herself, looking over her work. “Let me make us something to eat,” he offered. “Eat! Eat!” Dodomon chirped, bouncing on the counter with a bright smile. “Can you deny that face?” Spike asked, trying not to smirk. Rarity stole a look over her shoulder, freezing up as soon as she locked eyes with Dodomon. “‘Oooh, even if he did break my ponnequinns...he’s just the cutest widdle thing~” she cooed, making a kissy face at Dodomon. “Fine, you win,” she said. Spike grinned, proceeding to cook them up some hayburgers. “Eat!” Dodomon cheered, letting out a happy purr at the smell. “Yeah, you’ll get to eat in just a bit,” Spike assured, patting Dodomon on the head. “Oh, if you’re cooking hayburgers, do be sure to only cook them a little,” Rarity called out, the smell reaching her. “Unlike Twilight, I like my hayburgers to actually have flavor.” “You got it!” Spike called back. A soft cry caught Rarity’s ear, signaling that Popomon was awake. “Oh, I had better go and check on the poor dear,” she said, putting down her materials and walking up the stairs. She opened the door to Popomon’s room, striding up to her and stroking the top of her head. “Hello darling, did you get a good nap?” she cooed, smiling at her digimon. “Good...” Popomon cooed back, nuzzling her hoof. “Aww, you’re starting to talk too,” she said. “That is so precious. Now, Spike is making us all some food, would you like to come downstairs with me and get something to eat?” Popomon gurgled, smiling up at her. Rarity smiled back, scooping up the digimon. “It’s a good thing I opened those new boutiques. Otherwise you’d eat me out of house and home,” she joked, trotting down to the kitchen. Popomon cuddled up, letting out a happy gurgle. “You are such a dear, Popomon,” Rarity cooed, nuzzling her. “Thanks to you, I was inspired to make my latest line of clothes, Sunflower Surprise. It’s going to be all the rage this summer.” Popomon looked up at her, eyes full of curiosity. “Oh, would you like to see what I have so far?” Rarity asked. “The food isn’t quite ready yet.” Popomon let out an adorable baby noise, snuggling into her chest. Rarity smiled and led them to her work area. She pulled what she had off the sewing machine, displaying it with her magic. “And tada! This will be the centerpiece of the line that you inspired!” Popomon smiled and gazed at it in wonder. “Oh, I’m so glad you like it,” Rarity beamed. “Now, I was thinking about decorating this strap with a sunflower decoration,” she said, tapping the shoulder strap. “Do you think that’d be too much?” Popomon cooed, her petals twitching a little. “Hmm, you’re right, the pin would tie the dress together rather nicely. Ooh, what if I put a ruby in the center of the pin,” she suggested, turning back to her digimon. “That would match your eyes.” Popomon looked at her, her eyes sparkling. “Oh you,” Rarity cooed, nuzzling the little flower digimon. “If all of your digivolutions are this lovely, then I’m never going to run out of ideas for my designs. You’re my perfect little muse, Popomon.” “Muse!” Popomon chirped, nuzzling her back happily. “That's correct, you’re such a smart little digimon,” Rarity praised, patting her head. She then turned to the kitchen. “How’s the food coming along, Spikey?” “Just a few more minutes!” he called, humming to himself. “Thank you,” she called back returning to her work. “That’ll give me a little bit of time to further conceptualize this new line.” “Line?” Dodomon asked, bouncing over to her. “I’m talking about my fashion line, Dodomon dear,” Rarity answered, still looking over the unfinished dress. “With my new store in Manehattan, I have to come up with something fabulous to stand above the competition.” “Competition!” Popomon mimicked. “Oh, you are picking up things so quickly, Popomon,” Rarity beamed, petting her petals. “I am so proud of you.” Popomon beamed, starting to glow softly. Rarity gasped, covering her mouth with a hoof. “Popomon, are you… digivolving?” she asked her voice full of wonder. “Popomon digivolve to! Budmon!” Popomon transformed into a round, green ball with large pink thorns on top and smaller ones on bottom, with a leaf acting as her tail. Rarity gasped again, carefully hugging her new digimon. “Oh, I am loving your colors!” she beamed. “And I’m happy that you digivolved dear.” “Thanks Rarity!” Budmon smiled, wagging her leaf. “And you can talk!” she exclaimed. “Oh, that is going to make things so much easier.” “Easy peasy!” Budmon agreed with a giggle. “Ooh, your new form has already given me a new idea,” Rarity said, a satisfied smile on her face. “How do you feel about a green and pink dress with a belt made to look like a circle of thorns?” “Wouldn’t that hurt someone?” Budmon blinked. “Oh no darling,” Rarity replied with a chuckle. “The belt wouldn’t actually be sharp. It’ll only look like a thorny branch wrapped around their waist.” “Oh, okay.” Budmon smiled. “Then I like it!” “Then I will begin sketching out this idea while Spike finishes our food,” Rarity told her with a smile, levitating her sketch book over to her. “I’m thinking something along the lines of a sundress,” she muttered aloud, scritching away at the paper. “Digivolve?” Dodomon asked, looking between them, a frown on his face. “I’m sure you’ll digivolve soon,” Rarity assured Dodomon, turning away from her work to scratch behind his ear. “Just be patient, darling.” He purred, nuzzling her hoof. “That’s a good boy,” Rarity praised, smiling at the little digimon. She continued to pet Dodomon while sketching out a design with her magic. “Do you wanna play, Dodomon?” Budmon asked, looking down at him. “Play! Play!” Dodomon beamed, bouncing in place and looking up at Budmon. “Can you put me down, Rarity?” Budmon asked politely. “Of course, darling,” Rarity replied, gently picking the little plant up and setting her down on the floor. “Just be sure not to destroy anything else. My new stores may be doing well, but I don’t have an endless supply of bits.” “Of course, Rarity,” Budmon agreed, “Alright Dodomon, what do you want to play?” Dodomon hopped up and down, indicating for her to start moving. She did so, bouncing with him, smiling. He started to chase after her, a big grin on his face as he did. Rarity chuckled and returned her attention to her drawing, staring intently at it and adding in details. “Lunch is ready!” Spike called from the kitchen, followed by the clattering of plates. “You heard him you two,” Rarity said, putting her sketch book down and trotting over to the kitchen. “Time to get some food in your digital tummies.” “Food sounds good,” Budmon agreed as she and Dodomon bounced after her. “Alright everypony,” Spike said, putting the food down. “Eat as much as you like.” He scooped up Dodomon, setting him next to his plate. “Now remember, we’re guests here, so don’t make a mess, okay?” “Okay!” Dodomon chirped, starting to eat his food. He let out happy noises as he chomped away, the only thing getting dirty being his face. “Good job!” Spike praised, patting his head. Budmon licked her lips, starting on her own meal. “Mmm, this is delicious!” she complimented, looking up at Spike with a bit of ketchup on the corner of her mouth. “Thanks, I normally overcook them, Twilight is very particular about her hayburgers,” Spike explained, taking a bite of his own burger. “One of the things she and I disagree about,” Rarity stated, picking up her hayburger with her magic and daintily taking a bite. She chewed and swallowed before speaking again. “I will never be able to comprehend how she eats them when they’re burnt to a crisp. But to each their own, I suppose.” “And you know, she eats like a dragon,” Spike snickered, “Sometimes I think she is one, trapped in the form of a pony.” “That honestly wouldn’t surprise me,” Rarity tittered. “Though I am trying to help her improve those ghastly table manners of hers. Honestly, I think the only reason Princess Celestia has Twilight sit out of the important meetings with foreign dignitaries is because of the way she eats.” “It wouldn’t surprise me,” Spike said, a big grin on his face. “And on the bright side,” Rarity started, “I’ve seen a marked improvement the last time we had an etiquette lesson. She didn’t get anything on the ceiling and only had to rinse her face off at the kitchen sink instead of washing her mane.” “She sounds like she eats like Dodomon,” Budmon giggled, licking her lips. “Count yourself lucky that you’ve never seen it,” Rarity told her, patting her head. “It is equal parts fascinating and horrifying. I swear I saw her unhinge her jaw at one point,” she concluded, shuddering. “Personally, I love the looks she gets in public,” Spike admitted. “Well, the bewildered looks are rather amusing,” Rarity admitted as well. “Though I tend to wear a bit of a disguise when we go to a public restaurant. And I use a little magic barrier due to the bits of food flying everywhere.” “At least Dodomon isn’t doing that,” Spike added, patting his head. “True, and he at least has the excuse of not having any limbs or magic to help keep his eating tidy,” Rarity offered. “It must be really hard to live without limbs.” Spike frowned, looking at Dodomon. “Eh, it’s not that bad,” Budmon offered. “We’re accustomed to it. And it helps us to know that we’ll get limbs at some point in our digivolution.” “I can’t wait to see what you’ll turn into next.” Rarity grinned, gently patting her head. “If I’m lucky, one day I could become the lovely Rosemon,” Budmon said, an eager look in her eyes. “Then I’d be the prettiest looking digimon ever!” “I hope to see that.” “Me too,” Budmon chirped. “If you saw me as Rosemon you’d get a ton of ideas for your dresses.” She then looked down, thinking about something. “Hmm, though Lotosmon might not be bad either. She’s super elegant and cool.” “I think you’ll be beautiful no matter what,” Rarity assured, going back to her meal. Dodomon finished his meal and let out a satisfied burp. Turning and grinning up at Spike, he let out a happy chirp. “You like it?” Spike asked, picking him up, putting him in his lap. Dodomon let out another chirp and started to glow softly. “Dodomon digivolve to! Dorimon!” Dodomon’s form didn’t change much, the biggest change being the little legs and the tail that was now happily wagging. “It was great!” “Whoa!” Spike gapped, looking down at him, “You can talk!” “Yup, and now I can move around without having to hop,” Dorimon pointed out with a toothy grin, wiggling one of his legs. “Neat!” Spike pat his head, finishing up his burger. “And hey, you promised me fudge dipped cookies!” Dorimon pointed out, pouting. “I did, but you gotta wait until after dinner,” Spike informed, trying to sound responsible. “Oh, that’s cold,” Dorimon replied, his pout intensifying. “The future knight demands his cookies!” he proclaimed, wriggling in Spike’s grasp. “Hey!” Spike reprimanded, “You promised to be good, remember?” “I only promised not to chase after Opal anymore,” Dorimon replied, smirking. “Gotta be more careful when you bribe me.” “And how do you know you’re gonna be a Royal Knight?” Spike asked, raising his eyebrow. “Because just about all the mega forms I can potentially become are royal knights,” Dorimon answered, puffing up proudly. “Like Alphamon, or Kentaurosmon, those guys are cool.” “Yeah, well, you still gotta wait,” Spike huffed, petting his head. “It’s gonna be awesome!” Dorimon chirped. “I’ll be able to fly once I reach champion. And I’ll be able to beat up tons of bad guys!” “We’re gonna be awesome!” Spike added, fist pumping. “Yeah!, I’ll totally let you ride around on my back while I fly around.” Dorimon’s eyes then lit up, an idea striking him. “Ooh, and you can breathe fire on bad guys. We can make an awesome combo attack!” “Well, they seem caught up in their little fantasies,” Rarity chuckled, getting up from her seat, “Shall we, Budmon?” “Sure thing, Rarity,” the little plant said, hopping onto Rarity’s back. “Let’s leave them to their little pretend time. It’s supposed to be healthy to have a rich imagination.” Rarity smiled, trotting back into her work room. “So giggle at the ghosties, guffaw at the ghoulies~” Pinkie sang to herself, decorating a cake for an upcoming birthday party. Botamon was on top of her poofy mane, using it as a bed while he napped. He let out a sneeze, sending a shower of flour into the air. “Gesundheit,” she said with a giggle, quickly wiping away the flour. “That was a big sneeze for such a little cutie.” Botamon looked down at her, blowing a few bubbles. “Ooh, I love when we communicate through bubbles!” Pinkie cheered, pulling out a bottle of bubble fluid. She dipped the wand in and blew out a few bursts of bubbles at the tiny digimon. When she was done, she smiled up at him, expecting to continue. He giggled, doing it again. “What?!” Pinkie gasped, putting a hoof to her cheek. “That’s just crazy!” She blew some more bubbles, forgetting about her cake for the moment. “Pinkie, what are you doing?” Mr. Cake asked, peering into the kitchen curiously. “Oh, I’m having a bubble conversation with Botamon,” Pinkie answered, turning to him with a smile. “And apparently, he seems to think that raspberry is a better flavor for muffins than blueberry. So I’m teaching him the finer points of the delicious little berries.” “And you talk to him... with bubbles?” he asked, rubbing his head. “Yeah, it’s a lot like morse code,” she explained, dipping the wand into the fluid again. “Ya know, just with bubbles instead of beeps and stuff. It’s super fun!” “I... see...” he blinked. “Well, make sure you finish up the cake, okay? That's the last order for tonight.” “Mr. Cake, have I ever let you down when it comes to baked goods and things needing to be frosted?” Pinkie asked with a warm grin. “No, you haven’t.” He smiled back. “Don’t stay up too late, okay?” “You got it Mr. Cake,” she said, blowing a stream of bubbles at him. “That means good night.” She giggled, returning to her cake. He gave her a sincere smile before going upstairs. Pinkie started to sing to herself again, helping the time pass as she made sure to get the cake perfect. “Yup, this is some of my best work,” she said, looking at the cake and licking her lips. “What do you think, Botamon?” “Good!” he chirped, a look of delight on his face. “Ooh, you talked without bubbles!” she cheered, rushing over to the fridge. “I think that calls for a little treat for you.” She rummaged through the fridge for a moment. “Aha! I think I know what to get you.” She put down a bowl of strawberries and a big bowl of whipped cream. “There we go,” she said, putting a dab of whipped cream on a strawberry. “Simple but delicious.” She offered her digimon the treat, smiling at him. He sniffed at it before eating it, letting out happy little squeaks. Pinkie giggled and offered him another strawberry. “There we go little guy, eat up. We were gonna get more of these tomorrow anyway, so you can have as many as you like.” He munched away, looking at her expectantly. “Okay, I’ll make you more.” She made several more whipped cream strawberries, holding them up to Botamon. “There, you eat those while I finish up the cake. Then we can play a little before bed.” “Cake,” Botamon replied, looking over at it intently. “That cake is not for you little guy,” Pinkie told him with a stern look. “If you really want a baked good, I can give you something that we didn’t sell today. But we have to make sure that the pony who gets this cake has the perfect one. So that means no hungry digimon bitemarks.” “Cake,” he repeated, not being swayed. “Botamon, you know I love you, but I take my job seriously,” she said, not budging on the issue. “I’m not going to let down the birthday pony this cake is meant for. A ruined birthday party is the worst thing I can imagine happening to somepony. And it’s not gonna happen while Pinkamena Diane Pie is on the job!” she proclaimed, puffing out her chest. He giggled. “Diane.” “Oh, do you like my middle name?” Pinkie asked, patting Botamon on the head. “I got it from a very special aunt of mine.” He looked up at her, blinking a few times. “What, confused about something?” she asked, adding the last touch to the cake. “Aunt?” he asked, obviously wanting to hear the story. “Oh, I get my name from my momma’s sister,” Pinkie explained, boxing the cake up and putting it away. “Diane Rosa Quartz. She’s even pink like me!” Pinkie cheered. “Pink!” he squealed, breaking into a giggle fit. “Yup, and she’s super nice,” she continued. “She’s really good at rock sculpting.” She pulled out a little stone statue from her mane, made out of rose quartz. “See, this is one she made of me!” “Oooh...” he blinked, his eyes widening. “Tell you what, the next time I visit her, I’ll bring you along and see if she’ll make a sculpture of you,” Pinkie offered, putting her sculpture away. “Sculpture!!” “Oh, Auntie Diane is going to love you!” Pinkie enthused, nuzzling her little digimon happily. He giggled, nuzzling her back. “Okay, I’m done with the cake. What game do you want to play before we go to bed?” “Game?” he asked, blinking curiously. “Yeah,” she said, pulling out several games from her mane. “I’ve got just about anything we could want to play. Do you wanna just play the usual?” He gazed at them, bouncing onto their normal game. “Alright Botamon, we’ll play that one. You really love it.” She started setting it up, smiling at him. He bounced, blowing a few bubbles. She blew some bubbles back at him, starting the game with a smile. Botamon did his best to play, even though he lacked limbs. Pinkie helped him whenever she could, though for the most part she found ways for him to do it himself. She figured it would be good for his confidence to be more independent. “Pink!” he cried when it was her turn to move. “Don’t get impatient,” she scolded playfully. “I’m taking my turn,” she patted his head and completed her turn, smirking at him now that she had the advantage. He pouted, staring at the board intensely. “Don’t get pouty yet,” Pinkie told him. “The game has just begun. Plenty of time for it to go either way.” “Game,” he repeated, taking his move. The game continued for some time until eventually, Botamon won. Pinkie packed it up, patting his head with a proud look. “Wowie, you’ve gotten super good at this game!” she praised. “Good!” He bounced excitedly, glowing slightly. “Botamon digivolve to! Koromon!” The glowing died out and revealed his new form. He was round, pink and had rabbit-like ears and red eyes, along with a mouth that had short, pointed teeth. “I won! I won!” he cheered, a bright smile on his face. “And you digivolved!” Pinkie squealed, hugging Koromon close. “You’re so super adorable! With your ears and that big smile!” “Aw, thanks Pinkie,” he said, blushing ever so slightly. “Hehe, looks like someone’s embarrassed over a little compliment,” she teased, poking at his cheek. “Come on, stop...” he whined, looking up at her. “Okay,” she said, pulling her hoof away. “I’m really glad you’ve digivolved.” She smiled and placed him on her head, walking upstairs. “So am I, it’s nice to be able to talk to you.” “What are you talking about?” Pinkie asked with a tilt of her head. “We talked all the time before.” “You know what I mean.” “I guess it is nice to talk to you without ponies thinking I’m just doing a random Pinkie Pie thing,” she admitted, opening the door to her room. “Uh huh.” he nodded. “And, it means I can protect you better.” “Heh, you don’t have to protect me, Koromon,” she assured him. “That’s what my party cannon’s for. It’s been changeling drone tested, and it can decorate a party at record speeds.” “Pinkie, there are a lot of bad digimon and ponies out there, it’s my job to keep you safe,” he argued. “Fine, but that means it’s my job to keep you safe and happy,” she argued back. “I’m not gonna let one of my bestest friends get hurt for my sake.” “It’s a deal,” he said, stifling a yawn. “Let’s get you to bed,” she said, giggling and bouncing under the covers. “You can’t protect me if you’re sleepy,” she concluded, holding Koromon like a teddy bear. “Good night Pinkie...” he mumbled, snuggling into her fur. “Good night, don’t let the bedbugs bite~” she sing songed, her eyes fluttering closed. “Do we have to go to bed?” Flint whined, looking up at Trixie as she escorted him to the room he shared with Ketomon. “Flint, you have school tomorrow,” Trixie told him with a stern look. “If I hear from Miss Cheerilee that you’re nodding off in class, you won’t get an allowance for two weeks.” “Yes, mom...” he muttered, holding Ketomon close to him. “But, Gagate and Cinnabar don’t have to go to bed.” “Flint, their bodies work differently from ours,” Trixie explained, her look softening. “Like how griffons eat meat and fish while we don’t. We’re all a little different. And that means you and I need our sleep.” “Alright.” he nodded, not putting up any further arguments. “Hey, you’ll have plenty of time to play with your friends tomorrow,” she assured him, stroking the back of his head. “Would you like me to read you a story before we go to bed?” “Yes please!” he chirped, and Ketomon gurgled in agreement. “Well, since you asked so nicely, I have no choice but to read you a story,” she tittered, opening the door to his and Ketomon’s bedroom. “And I think I’ll read you one that was my favorite as a foal.” “Which one’s that?” he asked, placing Ketomon on his bed so he could take his hat and cloak off. “It’s the story of a mare who fell in love with a spirit and the trials and tribulations she faced,” she explained. “Oh, that sounds neat.” He climbed into bed, pulling Ketomon close. “It is,” she replied with a giggle, taking a seat next to his bed. She pulled the storybook off of a nearby shelf, skimming through it until she found what she was looking for. “Ah, here we are. Now, there was once a mischievous spirit, who caused ponies to fall in love at random. He enjoyed watching mismatched pairs of ponies fall in love.” Pafumon peeked out from under her hat, listening intently. “He continued to cause his mischief all across Equestria and beyond, until he came upon a small kingdom, in which a young noble mare lived. The instant he laid eyes on her, he fell in love with her. And he decided he wanted her for his own.” “What was the mare like?” Flint asked. “She was a good pony,” Trixie answered with a smile. “Like most noble mares at the time, she was trained in the arts and culture. She was somewhat naive and on occasion a little spoiled due to her upbringing. But she was also kind and very beautiful.” “What was her name?” “Her name was Serene Heart, and her cutie mark was a heart with a golden ribbon wrapped around it.” “Ribbon?” Pafumon asked, gazing down at the book. Trixie blinked, looking up from her storybook. “Pafumon, did you just… talk?” she asked, taken completely by surprise. Pafumon grinned. “Talk.” “Oh, that is much too precious,” Trixie enthused, lightly petting the little digimon. “Mom,” Flint called, “The story.” Trixie snapped back to attention, clearing her throat. “Sorry about that, sweetie,” she apologized. “Pafumon suddenly talking distracted me. Anyway, the spirit whisked Serene Heart away to his home, taking her as his wife. She was allowed to have anything she wanted. She only had to follow one rule.” “What was the rule?” “She wasn’t allowed to see what the spirit really looked like,” she answered. “It was against very ancient laws for spirits to reveal themselves to mortals for any reason.” “But... how could they be special someponies if they couldn’t see each other?” “It took some doing, but the spirit was as clever as he was mischievous. He sent messages to his new wife, and she to him. Their feelings grew and grew with each little note and whisper along the winds. But, something happened. Serene had brought over some of her old friends to her new home, telling them everything about what had happened to her.” “What happened?” Flint asked, leaning in close. “Her friends started putting ideas into her head. Ideas that her new husband wasn’t a loving spirit, but a malicious monster trying to lure her away from everything and gobble her up. Why else would he never show his true face after all?” “Oh no,” Flint gasped. “Yes, doubt was placed in her heart and mind. And so, a few nights later, she crept into his room late at night while he slept, and lit a small light so that she could see his face. And do you know what she found?” “What?” he asked with bated breath. “A normal looking pony,” Trixie answered. “There was nothing for her to fear. She put out the light quickly and ran out of her husband’s room, hoping that he wouldn’t find out.” “Happened?” Pafumon asked, engrossed in the story. “The other spirits were not happy with what Serene did. They came and took her husband away from her, punishing both of them for breaking the ancient law. She was told that she would never be allowed to see him again.” “Oh no!” Flint whimpered, hiding his face behind his hooves. “Serene did not take that news well,” Trixie said with a nod. “She started wandering Equestria, hoping to find some way around the ancient law and to be with her love again. Years passed, but she never gave up her search until she stumbled into the home of a wise old pony. She told the wise pony what she seeked and the elderly mare gave her a sad look. While there was a way around the law, none had ever done it.” “What did she do?” “She needed to make a boulder move of its own free will,” Trixie explained. “You see, a boulder is the most stubborn thing there is, and will normally only move when forced. This didn’t deter Serene though, she wanted nothing more than to be with her husband again. She set out and found the nearest boulder, ready to convince it to move. She tried everything she could think of, asking nicely, talking sweetly to it, encouraging it to find a better spot with more and or less sun, bribing it, threatening it, everything. But alas, nothing worked.” “Then... what made it move?” “Well, Serene couldn’t take it anymore,” Trixie answered. “She broke down and started sobbing. And then she started telling her story, explaining how awful she felt about not trusting her husband. The boulder just sat there and listened to her entire tale. And, when she was finally finished…” She paused, ramping up the drama. Flint and the digimon leaned closer, entranced. “The boulder was moved by her heartfelt story,” she completed. “And so, her husband was allowed to come back to her.” “I bet she was happy,” Flint giggled. “They both were,” she replied, smiling. “They spent the remainder of their days together, never to be parted again.” “I really liked that story.” Flint yawned, snuggling into his blankets. “Liked,” Ketomon parroted, Flint’s yawn being contagious. “Liked!” Pafumon agreed, bouncing slightly on Trixie’s head. “I’m glad you three enjoyed it.” Trixie smiled, stroking Flint’s head. “Now get some rest, a future magician needs to learn a lot if they want to be successful.” “Night mom...” Flint smiled, snuggling up with Ketomon, letting his eyes flutter shut. “Good night sweetie,” she replied, kissing his forehead. “I love you, very much.” “Love you too...” Flint mumbled before drifting off. Trixie smiled warmly, making sure the little colt was really asleep before quietly leaving the room and closing the door. “It’s so hard to believe,” she said to Pafumon. “Less than a year ago I had never even entertained the idea of motherhood. Now though? It’s like Flint is the very center of my world.” “Love,” Pafumon replied, trilling happily. “Yes, I love Flint,” she confirmed. “Enough to convince a boulder to move.” She giggled a little at that. “And that goes for you too, Pafumon.” Pafumon giggled with her, starting to glow. “Pafumon digivolve to! Kyaromon!” “You digivolved!” Trixie gasped, taking in the new digimon. He was covered in brown fur, had a round shape and long ears, and he had a tail with purple stripes. “Do you like it?” he asked, looking down at her, his eyes sparkling with hope. “Of course I like it, Kyaromon,” she assured him, scratching behind his ears. “I’ll like whatever form you take, no matter what.” “I love you Trixie,” he giggled, pressing against her hoof. “I love you too, Kyaromon,” she replied, a warm smile on her face. “But now it’s time for us to go to bed too,” she concluded, making her way down the hall. “We’ve got a lot of work to do if we want to get that theatre open.” “Alright Trixie.” He nodded, letting out a long yawn. She yawned as well, opening the door to her room and quickly putting away her hat and cape. She climbed into bed slowly, settling into her normal sleeping position. He curled up against her chest, letting out another loud yawn. “Good night, Kyaromon,” Trixie said, shutting her eyes. “Sweet dreams.” “Sweet dreams...” he replied, drifting off.