Perhaps I didn't think this through all that well
Pizzelle was as giddy as ever as Bon Bon guided them through the orphanage. It was a testament to their faith and devotion to Princess Celestia that the priestesses were able to keep the kids so happy. Prayers to the sun goddess, love, and kind words kept the little ones bright and ready to tackle the world. Sometimes she envied the Priestesses. They had such strength and courage. They also got to deal with children all day, which was a plus in of itself. Of course, that didn’t matter right now. She was going to be a mother. ‘I’m going to be a mother! Yes!’ She had never felt so happy before.
“Before you take him,” Bon Bon spoke up, breaking her out of her thoughts. “I must let you know this. It has taken much effort on our part to keep him happy. The loss of his parents still bears heavily on his soul.”
Pizzelle frowned. “The poor dear, but don’t you worry none. He’ll be smiling in no time.”
“I will pray for that,” Bon Bon said as they entered one of the bedrooms. There were several beds, most of them were empty, except for the odd one napping or playing in bed. One of the nappers was little Aki Hikaru. He was curled up tightly into a ball. “Hikaru? There is somepony here who wants to meet you.”
The little kitsune stirred, uncurling himself. He yawned and looked up. He quickly bowed when he took notice of Bon Bon. “Hello Priestess Bon Bon, what….” His eyes widened when he saw Pizzelle.
Pizzelle smiled. “Hello sweetie.”
“Miss Pizzelle!” Aki Hikaru jumped out of bed and tackled Pizzelle chest. Given his small size and weight, it didn’t budge her. He hugged her and she hugged back. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh I just wanted to drop by and see how you are doing,” Pizzelle nuzzled him. “Of course, I was sure you were doing alright. I mean, you are in the exquisite care of Priestess Bon Bon. Oh such a loving mare, isn’t she Redheart?”
“She’s nice,” Redheart nodded.
“I would hope so,” Bon Bon chuckled. “Otherwise I would be a terrible representative of our faithful sun goddess, may she rule forever.” She bowed her head at the mention of Celestia.
“Of course,” Pizzelle nodded. “Oh I remember when you first became a sun priestess. Oh you were so excited you couldn’t stop hopping around everywhere. It was almost like you were on a sugar rush. It was so adorable. Oh yes, very adorable. I just wanted to pick you up and hug you so tight. I actually did that a couple of times.”
“Yes,” Bon Bon rolled her eyes. “I’m just thankful I’m an Earth Pony or you’d have broken some ribs with how tight you were hugging me.”
Pizzelle blushed in embarrassment. “Right,” she turned her attention back to Hikaru. “Anyways, how are you, hun?”
“I’m doing good, Miss Pizzelle.” Hikaru chirped happily. “The ponies here are really nice, though some of them don’t want to get near me.”
“Oh how rude of them,” Pizzelle frowned. She had an inkling as to why. Kitsune are predators. Earth ponies and unicorns are usually distrustful of carnivores, even omnivores such as pegasi. It was why it took a while for the other two races to accept them. Yet, unlike pegasi, Hikaru lived solely off of meat. He couldn’t eat plants. “Oh so very rude. Isn’t that rude, Priestess?”
Bon Bon nodded her head. “I shall speak with the children later about this.”
“Thank you,” Hikaru said. “But I don’t want anyone to be in trouble because of me.”
“And they aren’t,” Pizzelle smiled. “Hun, some ponies can’t help but feel scared of the unknown and you’re pretty unknown to a lot of ponies. Why, I don’t think that many Equestrians have ever even seen a kitsune. No, they have not. I wouldn’t even know about them if not for Presto taking me to Japan. Oh, what a lovely country. I actually envy Honored Flame, our grand diplomat to Japox. He gets to spend so much time over there. I would say it’s not fair. Simply not fair. Oh look at me, rambling on and on about far away paces. I should be talking about somewhere closer, hmm? Oh yes, definitely. Hikaru, how would you like to come home with me?”
Hikaru gasped. “Really? You’re gonna let me stay with you?” His eyes sparkled with happiness. Pizzelle nodded. “YATTA!” He yelled excitedly in his native tongue. “Saikō no tsuitachi shijō!”
“Watashi wa sore o kiite ureshī.” Pizzelle giggled, snuggly him even tighter to her chest. ‘Oh this is going to work out perfectly.’
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“Are you sure you don’t want me to help?” Redheart gave Pizzelle a concerned stare. The three of them, with Hikaru on Pizzelle’s back, had made their way back to Pizzelle’s house. It wasn’t that long of a trip, since Ponyville was a small community with only around a thousand inhabitants more or less. Of course, some families had moved elsewhere after the Nightmare Moon fiasco, so it felt in some way empty. “I have personal experience with raising Lightning.”
Pizzelle chuckled. “Hun, you worry too much. Me and little Hikaru are going to be peachy. Really peachy.” The two came to stop at her front door. “I appreciate your help and your concerns, but I’ve got everything taken care of. Trust me on this.”
“If you’re sure,” Redheart frowned, her tail swishing uncertainly. “Just let me know if you need any help or even some advice.”
“Sugar,” Pizzelle rolled her eyes. It was starting to get annoying with how her friend was acting. “I’ve been around kids my whole life.”
“Yes,” Redheart nodded. “But this isn’t just some fans or your friend’s kids. This is your child. You have to take care of him twenty four hours a day. It’s a big responsibility.”
Pizzelle huffed and opened the door. “Go on inside,” she softly told Hikaru. He nodded and bolted indoors. She turned back to Redheart and gave her a hard look. “I have been living on my own for several years with a successful little business. Hun, if that doesn’t make me responsible, I don’t know what will.”
Redheart sighed. “I’m not going to change your mind on this, so good luck.” She bid her fare well and walked off.
“Take care now,” Pizzelle smiled and waved the nurse off. She walked inside and closed the door. “Hikaru, are you hungry?....Hikaru?” She tilted her ears in several directions as she moved forward. Pony ears can be quite sensitive to small sounds. It wasn’t really needed, since her house was kind of small, but she did feel nervous with letting him out of her sight. ‘I mean, what if one of those nasty nightmare brutes survived?’ She thought with worry. “Hikaru, are you alright?”
Pizzelle could hear some chuckling coming from down the hallway. She rolled her eyes. “Sugar, this isn’t the time for games. It’s lunchtime and a little one such as yourself needs to eat. I don’t want you to go starving yourself.”
She trotted along to where she heard the chuckling. She then noticed the hallway was longer than normal. It was taking her a longer time to….
Pizzelle sighed. ‘He’s using an illusion.’ She could see it clearly now. Sometimes, she wondered if illusion magic was her special talent. Hikaru’s chuckling continued, which aggravated her. A part of her wanted to yell for him to come to her, but that would be rude. Very, very rude. So, she had to find the little rascal. She quickly trotted down the few hallways and rooms in her house. It was only a small two story house. It shouldn’t be hard to find a little Kitsune.
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“Where is he?” Pizzelle mumbled to herself as she ran through the house. She had spent the last four hours running from room to room for any sign of him. He was still there, she knew that. His illusions kept popping up. At first it was coherent, but soon it was sort of random. Like opening the bathroom door and finding a clown trying to throw illusion pies. He was definitely still in the building. It was just that she couldn’t find him. It was getting to her. Her mane was a mess and her eyes spoke openly of her distress. “Where is he?” She opened her closet for the twelfth time. She had been doing this again and again for the last few hours….Well, most of that was just pacing and talking.
“He’s got to be here,” Pizzelle paced around her room. “Where is he? I can see his illusions everywhere, but why can’t I see him. I should be able to see him. Something wrong here. Oh so very wrong. I can’t lose him now. I just got him. No, no, no,” she shook her head desperately.
‘My poor baby’s gone! No, please Celestia, no. Why can’t this ever work?!!’ She silently pleaded. Her fear growing into anger as she grit her teeth. Her wings flared and her hind legs tensed. “He’s here somewhere!” She bucked her bed, flipping it into a wall with a loud crash. While a normal Pegasus wouldn’t have been able to do that, she was different. Her mother was an Earth Pony, so her body was sturdier and her bones thicker than regular pegasi. Of course, this meant she wasn’t that great of a flyer in both speed or maneuverability, but she could get by well enough. She was still a better flyer than Ditzy and Raindrops, though she would never flaunt it. That would be rude. Oh so very rude. She felt better on the solid earth anyways.
“Miss Pizzelle?” A weary little voice spoke up.
Pizzelle looked over to see little Hikaru. He was covered in flour, peanut butter, and jelly. “Hikaru?...HIKARU!” She rushed over and hugged him close to her. “I’m so glad you’re alright. Oh you had me worried, hun. Oh so very worried.”
“Why?” Hikaru yawned, nuzzling the mare and accidently smearing the stuff into her fur.
“I couldn’t find you, hun.” Pizzelle explained, nuzzling him back. She honestly didn’t care about being dirty at this point. “Where were you anyways?”
“In the kitchen,” Hikaru beamed. “I was hungry, so I decided to go and make myself something. I don’t really know how to cook or anything really since my…mommy used to.” He looked downcast. “But, I made one anyways!” He declared happily.
‘That would explain the peanut butter and jelly, but why flour?’ Pizzelle pondered. “So you spent four hours making sandwiches?”
“Nope,” Hikaru shook his head. “Then I took a nap under the couch.”
Pizzelle face-hooved. “Of course you did.” ‘Thank Celestia I bucked the bed and not the couch.’ She would hate herself if she had hurt her precious little one. “Hikaru, why didn’t you come and tell me? You kind of distracted me with your illusions.”
“That was for fun,” Hikaru grinned. “But I wanted to make the food by myself, since I’m a big kitsune. That and I was really tired, Miss Pizzelle.”
“I thought you were getting a good night’s rest at the…rest home,” Pizzelle wasn’t going to say orphanage. Not now anyways.
Hikaru was silent for a moment. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
A part of Pizzelle really did want to talk about it. It was her nature after all, but he was a child. If he had been an adult, most assuredly she’d have asked anyways. No, this was her child now. She was going to make him happy. “Alright,” she sighed. “Let’s go see the damage.”
A few moments later, Pizzelle leant against the doorway with her jaw hanging loose. Inside was her precious kitchen. Oh, Hikaru had placed an ‘illusion’ over it to make it seem okay, but she could see right through it. ‘Trashed’ would be a kind word to describe it. No, it was utterly destroyed. Eggs had been cast everywhere with the yolk oozing down the walls. Flour coated the floors and table. The jelly and peanut butter smears almost made it seem like the two sides had been duking it out. It was a warzone.
“Look Miss Pizzelle,” Hikaru ran over and jumped onto a stool. He pointed to a sloppy PB and J sandwich. “I made you one too.”
Pizzelle didn’t say anything. Her mouth opened and closed for a couple of minutes. This was her beloved kitchen. Her family were born and raised in such and it was disheartening to see it in such disarray. A part of her wanted to scream. Of course, she couldn’t. Not at her son. Instead, she steeled all her anger and frustration inside and sighed. “Thank you.” She trotted over and picked up the sandwich. It was soggy and had some eggshells on it, but she didn’t care right then and there. She just ate, inwardly grumbling to herself as Hikaru wagged his tail happily.
‘Celestia preserve me, what have I gotten myself into?’
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I love the kitsune adorableness. Oh, so very adorable. If he's a carnivore, why's he eating a PBJ?
Also, the filly Bon Bon story was cute as well.
5564072 ....DOH!....Eh, PB and J's are just so awesome that everyone can have it, no exceptions. {Weak excuse is weak.} Either way, we didn't 'see' him eat it, so...I'll watch myself in the future.
5565008 Maybe Equestrian jelly is pig lard or something? Nothing is a 100% carnivore, Griffons eat cake after all.
5565110 I've seen dogs nibble on grass, so....You know what, I'm just going to change 'sandwich' to 'something'. That pretty much clears this whole thing up.
Daww, kids are adorable! Especially ones that fuck everything up
I think I can explain Pizzelle's character much better now, and why our writing styles for her are so different. I imagine she's like Button's mom, but we both focus on different aspects of her personality. I focus on the kid-friendly and playful side, while you focus more on the motherly and mature side. Cas in point, the amount of times she says "dear" in both of our stories.
however, despite Hikaru's cuteness, I'm afraid he's sorely lacking a personality. This doesn't affect an adventure story much because he's in the sidelines, but a slice of life? Yeah, that's gonna hurt the story.
Putting aside childishness and playfulness, Hikaru is a blank state. At least with the CMC, they each have their own distinct personalities. Apple Bloom is the most mature of the bunch, Scootaloo is the least patient and most likely to let ponies get under her skin, and Sweetie is the most prone to making terrible decisions and jealousy.
I can't wait to see how Pizzelle takes care of the situation. Will she finally cave in and ask for help or will she try her hardest? Here's hoping this duo makes for an iteresting story!
Daww, kids are adorable! Especially ones that fuck everything up
I think I can explain Pizzelle's character much better now, and why our writing styles for her are so different. I imagine she's like Button's mom, but we both focus on different aspects of her personality. I focus on the kid-friendly and playful side, while you focus more on the motherly and mature side. Cas in point, the amount of times she says "dear" in both of our stories.
however, despite Hikaru's cuteness, I'm afraid he's sorely lacking a personality. This doesn't affect an adventure story much because he's in the sidelines, but a slice of life? Yeah, that's gonna hurt the story.
Putting aside childishness and playfulness, Hikaru is a blank state. At least with the CMC, they each have their own distinct personalities. Apple Bloom is the most mature of the bunch, Scootaloo is the least patient and most likely to let ponies get under her skin, and Sweetie is the most prone to making terrible decisions and jealousy.
I can't wait to see how Pizzelle takes care of the situation. Will she finally cave in and ask for help or will she try her hardest? Here's hoping this duo makes for an iteresting story!
5566774 It is good to focus on different aspects of a character to show them as flexible, living beings. Helps build Pizzelle's character.
HIkaru's bland?....Huh, perhaps you won't think that by the end of this story.
And we shall see.
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Well, that's the whole point of character interaction and growth! Though I am still terrified of the inevitable CMC appearances. Just... Oh god...
Hahahah, you got your work cut up for you Pizz.