Onwards and Offwards
After going through such an exciting pre-breakfast period, Peewee was disappointed that the rest of his first day wasn’t nearly as exciting. He had breakfast (finally!), flew in the direction of Ponyville for a few hours, ate lunch, flew some more, blah blah blah, yawn snore. Spike had never warned him about the boring parts of his adventures, and he couldn’t help but feel ripped off. On the bright side, he did get plenty of time to think up a theme song for himself. So far, he had decided on these lyrics:
My name is Peewee
I am a phoenix
I don’t have a wee-wee
And I can count to six!
(whistle and belly bongo solo)
Perfect! He could just imagine crowds going wild as he rocked their world on stage. Rock stardom, here I come!
So yeah, that was the highlight of his afternoon. Fortunately for him, things started picking up around dinnertime, which, in this case, meant a particularly rare type of worm with dozens of legs called a…scented Pete? Something like that. The little bugger was pretty tricky to catch, at least until Peewee spit some fire at him and roasted him nice and toasty. Mmm! I really don't get enough roast worm!
“Fascinating!”
Peewee stopped short in mid-bite. Did the worm say that? He looked down at his stomach, only to notice something out of the corner of his eye he never expected to see out here: a pony. Her body was an interesting shade of green that reminded Peewee of a fruit that he had nearly choked on about a year ago; he remember Twilight calling it an olive after she had magically extracted it from his throat and then scolded him for being careless about his eating. Luckily, Spike was there to defend Peewee and comfort him like a nice dragon should. He even gave him some of his ice cream to help his throat! Wow, I really should have gotten myself choked a lot more!
Oh yeah, there was a pony observing him, wasn’t there? Yeah, her mane was brown–a far more boring color–and she had saddlebags on, so Peewee couldn’t see her butt drawing or whatever those things were called. She was writing something in a notebook with a pencil held in her mouth (which Peewee thought would be rather awkward, but then, he wasn’t a pony, so what would he know?), at least until she noticed that the phoenix had noticed her and froze like a deer in the headlights of a rampant carriage.
“Oh no no no, don’t pay any attention to me!” the pony insisted. “Just go back to whatever you were doing; I promise I won’t document it in any way!”
But Peewee was too interested in whatever was in her notebook to follow her request, so after swallowing the rest of his worm, he flew over to the pony, eliciting a groan from her. “Way to go, Rainey,” she muttered to herself. “How does it feel breaking the most important rule of observation? Not very good, I can imagine. In fact, I don’t have to imagine it; I can feel it myself! Aren't I special?”
Peewee flew up to her face and asked her, “Hey there! Can I see what you’re writing in your notebook?”
Rainey sighed in resignation and said, “Hello, little phoenix! You still hungry?”
“Not really,” Peewee replied. “I just want to see what’s in your notebook.”
“Hold on, I have some birdseed in here somewhere,” Rainey continued obliviously as she turned to her saddlebags and fished around in them. “Now where did I put it…?”
Peewee slapped a wing to his face while still keeping himself aloft (a trick every bird with a sense of frustration should learn early on). Why is it that every pony I talk to just ignores me? Well, except for that yellow pony back home, she’s nice, unlike her rude friends of hers! He was about to blow another raspberry at them when he noticed that Rainey wasn’t paying attention to her notebook, leaving it wide open for him to read it! He perched himself on the notebook as she continued searching her bags (“I know I put it somewhere…”). On the notebook, he saw that the pony had drawn a rough sketch of him on the latest page with some notes on his behavior below it. Huh, is that what I look like as a drawing? Maybe I should have listened to Priscilla after all.
“Oh, found it!” Peewee turned and saw Rainey pull a small can out of her left bag. “I know it’s not made specifically for phoenixes, but…” Rainey stopped short as she noticed the chick standing on her notebook. “What are you doing on my…oh, now I see!” she exclaimed. “You want to know what’s in my notebook, don’t you?”
Peewee gave a chirp that Rainey took as a chirp of confirmation, though to Peewee it sounded more like “Duh!”
“Oh, well, I don’t suppose there’s any harm in that, seeing as the cat’s out of the bag, anyway.” Rainey decided.
“There was a cat?” Peewee asked in confusion. “I don’t remember seeing a cat.”
Rainey, oblivious as ever, offered, “Come on, birdy, you can perch on my head and I’ll flip through the notebook so you can see it. Sound good?”
Peewee nodded and flew up to the top of Rainey’s head where he could get a good view of the notebook. Thank goodness her mane was short, or it would have been a real hassle to perch there and see anything, like the time he had tried landing on the head of that pink dessert pony to try and peak at a present she was wrapping, and he had ended up sinking into her poofy mane and getting stuck there, something she had never even noticed until she had taken a bath the next morning and washed her mane, freeing the tired and hungry phoenix from his cotton candy-shaped prison. Of course, she never had any idea that he had gotten trapped in her mane and just thought that he had decided to pay her a surprise visit, something she had found adorable. For some reason, Peewee had been in no mood to enjoy the bath, though he had quickly perked up and forgiven her when she gave him some after-bath desserts. Wow, I really should have gotten tangled up in her mane a lot more!
“…And that’s how I, Rainey Forrester, ended up finding and observing the illusive three-eyed snake!” the pony said as she pointed to a sketch of the snake in question. “Between that and a baby phoenix, I’d say that this was a successful expedition! I can’t wait to show the institute my findings!”
“Oh, you want to send the notebook there in a hurry? Let me help!” Peewee flew up to the book and did what he’d witnessed Spike do to send various letters: spit fire on it.
“GAH! What are you doing?!” Rainey shrieked as she stomped on the blazing book in an attempt to put out the flames.
“Hey, don’t put that out!” Peewee cried out. “I don’t think it’ll send if it doesn’t burn all the way!”
Rainey kept on stomping regardless, eventually putting out the flames, but by then, many of the middle pages had been badly charred, ruining them so badly that only goats and Discord would have any use for them. “My expedition notes…they’re ruined!” she cried, caressing the book with the tenderness of a mother that had somehow given birth to a book instead of a baby.
Peewee stared awkwardly. “Huh, that usually works when Spike does it.”
Rainey turned and faced Peewee with a look that said death. And taxes.
“…Uh, my bad?”
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It was nightfall, and Peewee was resting on a thick branch, all tuckered out from an evening of fleeing from an enraged explorer. Rainey had proven to have a lot of stamina (though much of it was probably fueled by rage), and she probably would have worn him out if she hadn’t been distracted by a rare breed of firefly. She and the firefly would later get married, but that’s a story for another time.
Some hero I am, Peewee lamented. I tried to help someone out, and I just made them hate me. How am I supposed to fulfill my destiny as Spike’s heroic sidekick if I just screw everything up? …Or is that what sidekicks are supposed to do? In that case, maybe I should have messed up a lot worse. Either way, I need a lot more practice!
Peewee felt calmer when he looked up and saw the moon, all white and round and glowy. As Peewee gazed at the full moon, he couldn’t help but wonder: Is the moon magical and alive with its own inhabitants like Earth is, or is it just a floating hunk of rock that looks pretty? Would the world be any different if the moon wasn’t there? It’d probably be harder to sleep at night without a giant nightlight hanging in the sky. He had heard about a pony that controls the moon a few times while he was with Spike; maybe the dragon could introduce him to the moon pony someday. Heck, maybe she could even take him to the moon! That would be a lot of fun, wouldn’t it?
After thinking about the moon for another minute, Peewee got bored and quickly fell asleep.
End of Part 3
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Can't wait for Lil Pee Wee to see Spike and his Uncle Owlowisicious.
For some reason, whenever Pee Wee says something, I usually hear Catbug's voice.
If he's in Ponyville, then maybe he'll run into Fluttershy since she enjoy seeing animals.
I want to hear this story!
Ah this story is magnificant!
I can't wait for the next installment!
When I get frustrated, we don't call that "having a sense of frustration", rather "becoming easily frustrated."
Why tell the reader what Peewee's own voice sounded like to himself? Why not just tell them what he meant? Silly author.
Rainey Forrester's a cute little OC. Nothing really special about her, but cute. I wouldn't object to seeing her again. It's hard not to feel bad about her research notes, though. She probably thinks Peewee's just an asshole now. At least she'll never let any fire-breathing animals come near her stuff, though.
This is rather enjoyable!!
Well if he told you the boring parts then the story wouldn't be very interesting now would they.
Pretty sure there's a bit more to it than that Peewee. Pretty sure it's a spell. I'm also sure that Phoenixes can't learn them, though I could be wrong, who knows.
I'm all for interspecies relationships, but this is where I draw the line. This firefly better be really special, otherwise there're some serious laws that I'm sure are being violated.
Peewee, you adorably naive little twit. The principles of being the sidekick our that you are helpful, and that you provide skills that your mentor/master cannot. Although to be fair superhero team consisting of a small dragon and a Phoenix sounds totally epic.
Why am I laughing so damn hard? Oh my sides...
Uhhh Peewee you don't have the same ability as spike oh dear 😅
Well then the day had been a little rough for him so basically peewee just saw a pony doing a sketch which he thinks it's pretty cool but unfortunately his help accidentally burn her picture which he thought he could do the same thing as Spike unfortunately he does not have the ability so the pony got angry at him and chased him down after that Peewee felt guilty for that pony and he was just trying to help which it was a sweet but not the best idea you could have done Pee-wee don't worry I'm sure the day won't be too bad