Skipping Stones
“Now, don’t you feel silly?”
“Mm-hm.” Fiddlesticks opened her mouth and stuffed a slice of pizza in as far as she could. She bit down and savored the taste of three cheeses flooding into her mouth. She chewed, squishing the tomato paste around in her mouth and then swallowed. “Sorry about being, well…silly.”
Beauty Brass took a bite of her own slice of pizza. She was much more elegant, but the look on her face said that she was still enjoying it. “Now isn’t this better?”
“Yep!” Fiddlesticks took another huge bite and leaned forward as the cheese stuck to the pizza while she pulled the slice away. She tried to keep it on the table and stuck her tongue out in a vain attempt to reel the stray cheese back in.
“Heh heh,” Beauty Brass giggled. She pushed a napkin toward Fiddlesticks. “You have some on your chin.”
“Oh.” Fiddlesticks wiped her face and blushed. “So…thanks for lunch. I was starving all day.”
“Judging by the way you scarfed that pizza, I believe it.”
“Heh.” Fiddlesticks looked down and blushed. She and Beauty Brass had downed a large three-cheese pizza in the span of ten minutes. Well, actually it had been mostly Fiddlesticks. Beauty Brass had eaten maybe a slice and a half. “Sorry. Should we order another one?”
“Not unless you can eat it all,” Beauty Brass replied. “I’m full.”
“Do you want to go back to the lake?” Fiddlesticks offered.
“Depends,” Beauty Brass said with a grin. “Are you going to pay more attention to the water than me again?”
Fiddlesticks blushed. “I…uh, was just thinking we could…skip rocks or something?”
“Sounds good.” Beauty Brass stood up from their table and Fiddlesticks quickly followed. They walked out and Beauty Brass’ tail gently brushed Fiddlesticks’ nose. The yellow mare blushed and followed the other mare out of the restaurant.
For a while, the two Earth ponies walked in silence. Neither said anything, and Fiddlesticks noticed that they weren’t exactly heading for the city’s gates. She was afraid she had done something wrong, but then Beauty Brass gently nudged her with her flank. Fiddlesticks looked over at her, but the mare was staring up at the sky, whistling. Smiling, Fiddlesticks flicked her blue tail so that the tip snapped on Beauty Brass’ flank.
“Hey!”
“Wasn’t me. Must have been a fly.”
“Oh really?” Beauty Brass grinned. “Look out! There’s one on you. I’ll get it!” Beauty Brass swung her whole hip this time and crashed it against Fiddlesticks. The yellow pony lost her balance and tilted to one side before she steadied herself.
“Did you get it?” she asked.
“I think so.”
“Oh no! There’s another one coming right for you! Run!” Fiddlesticks flicked her tail again and grinned.
“Oh no! Don’t let it get me! Ah!” Beauty Brass broke into a run and started dashing in the general direction of the city’s gates.
“Faster B.B.! It’s gaining on you!” Fiddlesticks called as she gave chase. She followed the sky blue pony through the streets of Canterlot, dodging countless ponies and ignoring the weird looks and huffed breaths they got. She didn’t care about any of that. She was chasing Beauty Brass and having fun. That was all she cared about.
Beauty Brass reached the city gates and dashed across the drawbridge. Fiddlesticks followed her, her hooves thumping loudly on the bridge. She turned the corner at the end of the bridge and followed her crush down to the lakeside. There, Beauty Brass stopped, and Fiddlesticks tried to do the same, but her hoof slipped on the grass. Instead of stopping, she tripped and crashed onto the grass at Beauty Brass’ hooves.
“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” Beauty Brass asked as she leaned down to check on Fiddlesticks.
Fiddlesticks spit out a mouthful of grass. “Yeah, I’m fine. I tumble in the dirt all the time.” She stood up and brushed herself off, and then readjusted her hat. “There’s a good one.”
“A good what?” Beauty Brass asked.
“Skipping stone.” Fiddlesticks reached down and scooped up a perfectly smooth stone in her hoof. Then she stood up on her hind legs and pulled her hoof back behind her head. She whipped it forward then, making sure to snap the joint in her ankle to give her hoof that extra whip, and sent the stone flying. It hit the water and skipped across the surface four times before it sank.
“Nuts,” she said. “Best I’ve ever been able to do is seven. What about you?” She came back down on her front legs and looked at the ground for more stones.
“I don’t know how to do it,” Beauty Brass replied.
“What?” Fiddlesticks asked, stunned. She looked up from her search in surprise. “But it’s so easy.”
Beauty Brass blushed and looked down. “I…uh…can’t really stand on my hind legs like that.”
Fiddlesticks blinked. She had learned to stand on her hind legs from such a young age that she often forgot that it wasn’t a common trait for ponies. “Well, do you want me to help you?”
“Sure,” Beauty Brass said.
“Okay, first. Let’s find you a stone. Hm…ah! This one looks good!” Fiddlesticks bent down and scooped up a smooth stone by the shore. She then turned to Beauty Brass. “Okay, now you have to, um…hm.”
“What?” Beauty Brass asked.
Fiddlesticks held the stone as she looked at the sky blue mare. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do now. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She knew what she was supposed to do, she just didn’t know if it was…okay.
“You, uh…need to stand up now. You…want me to help you?”
“Yes!” Beauty Brass said a bit too quickly. Fiddlesticks pretended she didn’t see the glint in her eyes when she spoke. She walked over and put the stone under her hat. Then she just looked at Beauty Brass. Her shiny blue coat, her beaming purple eyes, and that classic little bowtie that she always wore. Fiddlesticks had always thought she looked elegant, but in a different way than her cousin. Octavia always seemed to shine so brightly that she was unapproachable. Beauty Brass was different. She was refined like Octavia, but the aura of being unapproachable wasn’t there. Her eyes bled warmth, and her smile was always bright and welcoming. It was part of the reason that Fiddlesticks liked being around her so much.
“Uh, Fiddle? Hello?” Fiddlesticks blinked when Beauty Brass spoke. “You still there?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” Fiddlesticks shook her head. Where had her thoughts been going just now? “So, now you’re going to need to…stand up.”
“Yes, we covered that,” Beauty Brass said with a smile. “You were going to help me with that part, remember?”
“Yeah.” Fiddlesticks swallowed. Her heart was suddenly beating really fast as she stepped behind Beauty Brass. The mare’s brown tail swished slowly and brushed the front of Fiddlesticks’ leg. Her legs quaked for a moment, but she forced herself to close the distance. “So, what you want to do, is…push up with your front legs.”
“Like rearing?” Beauty Brass asked as she looked over her shoulder.
“Yeah, like that. Only…you want to go past that no return feeling. You know how you get that feeling how, if you’re go any further up, you’ll fall backward, so you stop? You want to push past that.”
“What if I fall?” Beauty Brass asked. The smile on her face said that she already knew the answer to that.
“I’ll…catch you.” Fiddlesticks stood up on her hind legs instantly and held her front hooves out. She was about to give Beauty Brass a few more pointers, but the mare wasted no time. The second Beauty Brass saw that Fiddlesticks was standing, she pushed off on her front hooves and reared up into the air. Fiddlesticks leaned forward as her friend fell backward. She had only meant to steady Beauty Brass, but the sousaphone pony was going too fast.
“Nice catch,” Beauty Brass whispered as she snuggled against Fiddlesticks’ chest. “I knew you wouldn’t drop me.”
“You did that on purpose,” Fiddlesticks replied, her heart beating so hard that her chest was starting to hurt. She also noticed that her mane was itching under her hat—something that didn’t usually happen to her.
Beauty Brass nuzzled her cheek against Fiddlesticks’ neck. “Why would I ever do something like that? Now, weren’t you going to show me how to skip a rock?”
“Right,” Fiddlesticks said, trying not to inhale the scent of Beauty Brass’ shampoo. She reached up and pulled the smooth stone out from under her hat and placed it on Beauty Brass’ hoof. “Now, don’t want to throw it. You want to snap your hoof. Like this.” She reached out with her foreleg and ran it along the length of her friend’s foreleg. It was so soft and smooth, not coarse like her own from working on a farm for so long.
“That tickles,” Beauty Brass said as Fiddlesticks guided her hoof through the motion slowly.
“Er, um…” Fiddlesticks’ mind went blank for a terrifying second. “You have a really soft coat,” she said quickly.
“Thank you,” came the reply, and Fiddlesticks desperately wanted to bury her face under her hat, but she knew that she would drop her friend if she tried.
“So, you think you got it?”
“Yeah!” Beauty Brass licked her lips and narrowed her eyes. “Don’t drop me!”
“I won’t.”
Fiddlesticks had meant to brace herself before Beauty Brass attempted the throw, but the sky blue mare wasted no time. She flung her foreleg forward, much too hard and without any of the snap and whip, and lost her balance. The stone sailed through the air and sank into the lake without a second thought, and the two ponies began to fall toward the ground.
Beauty Brass went stiff instantly, sticking her hooves out in order to brace herself, but Fiddlesticks was faster. She relaxed her hold a little and leaned into fall until her hind legs adjusted to the motion. She then wrapped her forelegs around Beauty Brass’ stomach again and spun her around, causing her to relax and fall safely into Fiddlesticks’ forelegs.
The end result looked like Fiddlesticks dipping Beauty Brass low to the ground in a dance as they stared into each others eyes.
“Nice catch,” Beauty Brass said in a quiet voice. Her lips were so close…
“Uh…yeah…” Fiddlesticks replied. Her eyes were so pretty too…
“Did I do it?”
“Nope.”
“Hm…” Beauty Brass reached up and grabbed Fiddlesticks’ hat. Before the yellow mare could ask what she was doing, she pulled it down over her blue eyes. Fiddlesticks was about to protest, but then she felt something press against her lips. It was warm and wet, and for a moment she began to panic because of the strange feeling, but then she found herself leaning into it. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation as her lips tried to cover more of—
“Whoa there, cowgirl,” Beauty Brass said as she pulled away. “A little restless, I see.” She lifted the hat off of Fiddlesticks’ eyes and smiled up at her.
“Uh…sorry! Sorry! I-I didn’t—”
“Shush,” Beauty Brass said as she gently put her hoof on Fiddlesticks’ mouth. It wasn’t the same feeling as her lips, but it was still enjoyable. “If anypony should be apologizing, it should be me. Do I need to apologize?”
Fiddlesticks shook her head, her mouth still sealed by her friend’s hoof.
“Good. Did you like that?”
Nod.
“Me too.” She leaned up and quickly kissed Fiddlesticks on the cheek. “Now, let’s try that rock skipping again. I want to get the hang of this.” Fiddlesticks’ heart sank for a moment, and it must have shown on her face, because Beauty Brass laughed. “Relax, Fiddle. We’ll have plenty of time for that later.”
“Promise?” Fiddlesticks asked, her cheeks burning. That had been her first kiss, and her mind was going crazy now. She wanted more. She wanted to spend the next few days doing nothing but kissing B.B. She wanted to run her hooves through her brown mane. She wanted to stare into her purple eyes for hours. She wanted to—
Beauty Brass leaned forward again firmly pressed her lips against Fiddlesticks’, silencing all of her random thoughts with that single action.
“Promise.”
* * *
Fiddlesticks stood outside her aunt and uncle’s house, trying to collect her thoughts. She quickly decided that it was a futile effort and knocked on the door. She had learned her lesson the last time she entered without permission.
“Come in,” came her cousin’s voice.
“I’m back,” she called as she opened the door and walked into the plush mansion. Octavia was sitting on the couch with Vinyl passed out soundly on her lap. For a moment, Fiddlesticks felt a twinge of jealousy. She wanted to do that with B.B.
“Hello, Fiddlesticks,” Octavia said in her cool voice. “Welcome back. May I assume that, seeing as you have been gone for a few hours, that things went well?”
Fiddlesticks blushed and pulled her hat down to hide her face. “Yes.”
“That well, hm?” Octavia teased.
“Sh-Shut up!” Fiddlesticks shot back, lifting her hat up. “We didn’t do anything like what you and Vinyl were doing!”
Fiddlesticks had the brief satisfaction of seeing her cousin blush, but Octavia quickly recovered. “I should hope not. Otherwise, I would need to have a serious talk with Beauty about stealing something so valuable from my cousin on her first date.”
“B.B. would never do that!” Fiddlesticks protested, but then she blinked. Why was she getting so worked up defending her friend all of a sudden? And to her cousin, the one pony she trusted more than any other?
“Come have a seat,” Octavia said as she patted the couch. “Vinyl is not waking up any time soon, which means I am not moving, and so I would like to hear all about it.”
Fiddlesticks walked over and plopped down on the couch. She didn’t know where to start, so she decided to start at the beginning. “Well, B.B.’s not very good at skipping rocks.”
Octavia giggled. “I imagine that made her frustrated.”
“Yeah,” Fiddlesticks said with a smile in her eyes. “At first she was just messing around, trying to get me to help her and hold her. I really like holding her. She’s so soft and warm. And her mane smells liked—”
“Are you sure you want to share that much with me?”
Fiddlesticks blushed. “A-Anyway, she started actually trying and she still couldn’t get it. It was kind of funny.”
“Did she stomp her hoof really hard once?”
“Yeah!”
“And then glare at the water?”
“Yep! That was her, all right. She finally got one to skip three times. She was so happy that she tackled me. She was on top of me and then we…uh…yeah…”
Octavia blinked her amethyst eyes once and smiled. “Was that your first kiss?”
“No,” Fiddlesticks replied, looking down at the floor. “My first kiss was when she tripped and pulled my hat over my eyes. She’s um…really good at kissing.”
“Or, she is rather terrible at it and you simply do not know any better.”
“Hey!” Fiddlesticks said, but she could tell that her cousin was joking. “So, after that, we kind of wandered around Canterlot for a while. We got a bite to eat and then…well, we decided we should probably get back home. B.B. didn’t want you to come looking for her, thinking that I was in trouble or something.”
Octavia stroked Vinyl’s cheek and the white Unicorn’s hind leg kicked a little. “Will you be seeing her again?”
Fiddlesticks reached into the pocket in her shirt and pulled out a folded up piece of paper. She held it out for her cousin to look at it. “She convinced me to sign up for this talent show thing. It’s in two weeks, and she said she’d be staying in Canterlot for that long, and she thinks I have a real shot at winning.”
“I am glad to hear it.”
Fiddlesticks smiled as her heart fluttered a little. “We’re also going out tomorrow to get some breakfast. Do you two want to come?”
Octavia looked down at the sleeping D.J. and smiled. “If this thing decides to wake up early enough, I would love to join the two of you.”
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Hehe I knew that's where her love for pizza came from :P
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I'm so sad that the pony decided to cancel the blog though! The way you two played together was amazing. My favorite is still the way your responded to her question of not like hugs and kisses...
5749982 hehe yeah :P I wish we would of done more though. I'm not very good at coming up with questions ^^;
Nice to see how they got together after reading My Night. Looking forward to more Shattered.
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If I like the pairing, I try to at least give a short story to how the two ponies met. I actually wanted to do a bit more with this story, but I was pretty depressed when I was writing it (see the notes in the last chapter), so it got cut short. However, I'm not done with these two. They shall return in Shattered, because Sea Swirl is still under the impression that somepony threw Symphony off of the cliff, and we all know Symphony isn't about to confess to what really happened.
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Hey, to be fair, this whole thing came about because Fiddlesticks was listening in and heard the wrong part of the conversation. She thought Octavia was talking down about her, when she was actually protecting her by telling Beauty Brass that Fiddlesticks isn't like Canterlot ponies. So if that was what B.B. was looking for, Octavia wasn't going to let her see Fiddlesticks.