Life of Stylo

by jimmythedragon64

ACT I - Part I: Knock Knock

-- Act I --

A good walk’s way to the east, up in the windswept hills above the outskirts of Ponyville, a pegasus named Stylo stares intently at a sheet of paper. His mind is turning and his eyes are calmly closed.

“Mmm…hmm. That sounds right,” he softly mumbled to himself.

He opened his eyes and scanned the paper before him, reading the lines over once more.

The imaginary smiles
And the make-believe trees
Carry desperate dreams
On a humbling breeze

For behind those eyes
True feelings are found
But denial is safe

Quill in mouth, he pens one final line below the others.

While honesty lies bound

Stylo gently placed the quill pen down and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

“Yes. Poetry is the ro-“

His musings are cut short by a harsh knock on his door. Stylo’s smile fades to an unpleasant grimace as he shuffles across the scarcely-furnished room to greet his uninvited guest.

He flings the door open to find a brightly colored Pegasus staring back at him. He knew her. Every pegasus knew her. It was Rainbow Dash.

She proudly stuck out her chest and began to greet him. “Hello, Mr. Stylo! I am Rainbow Dash, Captain of the We-“

Stylo waved a hoof and cut her off. “Yes yes, I know, I know.”

Rainbow continued without missing a beat. “It’s my job to inform you that you have been selected to put in mandatory Weather Team hours as part of the Cloudsdale Weather Team Progress Initiative.”

Stylo’s eyes widened. “I’ve been… you… what?”

Rainbow dropped her professionalism. “We need you to help us… you know… kick some clouds around. There’s been some really weird weather pattern stuff going on, and the Weather Team needs all the help it can get!”

“Oh no. Nononononono. I can’t go up there,” Stylo retorted, retreating inside and casting a wary eye up towards Cloudsdale.

“Come on, it’s no big deal. Just get up there, kick some clouds for a day or two, and get it over with.”

“No. Mm-mmm. Absolutely not.” Stylo feverishly shook his head as he spoke.

Rainbow leaned in and squinted, examining the shivering pegasus before her. “No offense, but it looks like some sunshine could do you a whole lot of good. I mean… why are you wearing a coat? It’s July! How long have you been cooped up in here?”

Rainbow trotted inside and examined the house. Not a single light was on. Thin streams of light came in from curtained windows, dimly illuminating some dusty cardboard boxes and a table.

She tapped a hoof on one of the boxes. “Ohhhh, did you just move? Do you want to finish unpacking before you head up?”

Stylo shook his head. “I’ve been living here for three years. I just… never got settled.”

“I’ll say.” She walked over and examined Stylo again. “Look. I know not everybody’s cut out for the Team. But if we don’t get this weather mess sorted out, Ponyville could be in some real danger. So stand up straight…”

Rainbow pressed her hooves to Stylo’s spine and straightened him out.

“Put your chin up…”

She gave him a quick uppercut.

“And spread those wings!” She jumped up and spread her wings wide. Stylo opened up his flutter-flappers with the silky-smoothness of a rusted machine. You could almost hear them creak.

Rainbow’s expression faltered. “Wow. What have you been doing these past three years?”

Stylo closed his wings and slouched once more, his tattered mop of a mane covering his indigo eyes. Suddenly, his helplessness turned to anger.

“You listen here, missy!” he spat as he stomped over to the Weather Team captain, “it’s none of your business how I spend my time, and it’s none of your business to come here and demand that I do your job for you, so you might as well turn around and march out of here right now, because…”

Stylo stood up straight and crossed his forelegs.

“I’m! Not! Going!”

Stylo stood, triumphant, waiting for a response. Rainbow simply stared at him with wide eyes as silence flooded the room. Stylo was about to speak again when Rainbow abruptly dashed toward him and cocked a hoof.

“AAH!” Stylo cried and shielded his face. “Okay, I’ll go!”

She lowered her hoof and grinned. “Great!”

Stylo sighed as she strode past him. “It’s only a minute’s fly from here, but I can give you five to help break those dusty old wings in.”

Stylo looked up at her with eyes full of spite. “I’m taking a balloon.”

“Whaaaaat?” Rainbow looked back over her shoulder. “We don’t have time for that! We’ve already wasted enough!”

“Well…” Stylo began, a smile spreading across his face, “we could reach Cloudsdale much more quickly if you let me ride you there.” He cheekily nudged her.

“Ugh.” Rainbow breathed an exasperated sigh and clapped a hoof to her face. “Fine.”

She stepped out on to the front sidewalk, spread her wings wide, and bent down. Stylo simply watched, grinning. Rainbow cocked her head at him.

“Well?”

Stylo began to chuckle as he trotted over and mounted his trusty steed. Rainbow and her passenger took off for Cloudsdale.

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High up in the air at a comfortable cruising altitude, Rainbow Dash and Stylo have almost reached their destination. Some pegasi began to pass by them, causing Stylo to sit up straight and assert his superiority over these brutes.

“Yah!” he barked, smacking his steed on back of the head. “Straight ahead! Yah!”

Rainbow’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

Passing pegasi watched in confusion as Stylo commanded his horse. “Mush! Mush! Faster, you!”

“If you insist…” Rainbow muttered, narrowing her eyes and adopting a smirk.

“Yah, I said! Yah…wait. What are you doi-AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh…!”

Stylo could only hold on for dear life as Rainbow shot forward towards Cloudsdale at the speed of sound.

Comments

[totallynotabrony]

Hmm, an interesting first story.

[MidnightFMare]

I like stylo, and if totallynotabrony says it's good...
That should be taken by a grain of salt