Tech Savvy

by BoltTheColt

Chapter 3: An Honest(and Slightly Hungover) Days Work

Chapter 3: An Honest(and Slightly Hungover) Days Work

The sun was low in the sky, and yet, Ponyville was already hustling and bustling. Stores were opening, early birds were getting in on good deals, and every pony was cheerful for this beautiful day. Every pony, that is, except for Bolt. While Rivet had woken and already gotten breakfast from the local café, Bolt was in the same position he’d been in since last night: sprawled out in the center of the workshop, a cider bowl covering his head, his snores echoing loudly throughout the workshop.

The elder brother woke abruptly, after some leftover cider dripped into his eye. Removing the bowl, he glanced about through his narrowed eyes, trying not to stare at the bright sunlight streaming in through the windows. Oh sweet Celestia, I’ll never drink another drop of cider as long as I live. What even happened last night? Ok, I remember walking in, the surprise, the record, Twilight and me dancing… Oh, no! I did something stupid, didn’t I!?

“Rivet, you here? I didn’t embarrass myself, did I?” the stallion said, trembling as he stood up. Rivet trotted in from the bedroom, a bag of muffins in his mouth. The colt dropped the bag at his brother’s hooves and simply glared up at him.

“Oh no, you didn’t do anything stupid. Except when you broke out the blow torch and set the punch bowl on fire, shouting that you 'Like it hot',” huffed the little brother, “Then you kissed Twilight on the cheek for, lets see, 15 minutes straight! Don’t worry though, you were both wasted on apple cider, so neither of you knew what was happening. Quite the charmer, aren't you brother?” Bolt was mortified, to say the least. I am a loser. A big, fat, idiotic- I kissed Twilight? Well, I guess the night wasn’t a complete bust! Only three days in, and I’ve gone from hugs to a peck on the cheek! Wait… she was just as wasted as I was. Which means…

“She won’t even remember.” Bolt said solemnly, eyes glued to the ground. Rivet gave a loud sigh, pushed the muffin bag closer, and trotted back to the bedroom. Bolt would have continued to mope, but his hunger won out over his sadness as he hungrily dug into the bag, scarping down the muffins like a wild beast. After sating his appetite, Bolt haltingly approached the bedroom, still recovering from the cider.

As he stumbled inside, he asked Rivet “So, ready to open up shop?” Rivet gave his brother a look of bewilderment, surprised that his brother would even attempt to work in his condition. Rivet wanted to laugh, but realized the Bolt was serious.

“Look, Bolt. You can barely stand, let alone work. Besides, you have some other business to attend to.” It was Bolts turn to look confused. Other business? What did I agree to? Rivet noticed Bolt’s confusion, and continued with, “ Don’t worry, it’s nothing you can’t handle. While you were still doing your one-colt-party, the girls asked if you could stop by and help them out with whatever they needed. Even they knew you were going to be in bad condition, so they wanted to give you a helping hoof and have you work that cider out of your system.” Bolt gave a sigh of relief, thankful he wouldn’t have to start real work until tomorrow.

“So, what type of work am I expecting?”

“Let us see. Applejack needs help harvesting apples from the southern fields of Sweet Apple Acres, Fluttershy needs help treating some of her animals that got into some bad berries, Rainbow Dash needs you to be her support while she performs some new tricks, Pinkie Pie wants some help baking some goods for another welcome party, Rarity needs help collecting gems for her latest designs, and Twilight needs help reorganizing the library. Think you can handle all that, champ?” the younger brother finished smugly. Yeah, I can do all that. No sweat, and besides, it’s not like I really drank that mu- Bolt’s thoughts cut off as an unpleasant feeling began bubbling in his stomach and started rising up his throat. Dashing into the bathroom, Bolt made some horrible retching sounds, like his insides had decided to step out. Rivet sat in silence, trying not to laugh as his brother heaved and cried into the toilet bowl.

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The sun was shining brightly through the boughs of the numerous apple trees lining the path. Bolt continued at a steady trot, but took time to be amazed at the sheer number of apples. Holy moly, how many ARE there? The-they go on forever! How in the hay am I suppose to collect all the apples from a few rows, let alone a whole field!? The stallion continued on towards the growing farmhouse, the fresh air clearing his head.

In a few minutes, he was at the great red barn, looking about for Applejack. Instead, a big, red workhorse cantered out of the barn, a large cart attached to his harness.

“Excuse me, is Applejack around?”

“Eeeeyup.” was all the stallion said.

“Um… ok? Where… is she?” The stallion turned his head and nodded toward the farmhouse farther up the path, then continued on into the northern fields. Bolt turned towards the farmhouse and cantered up to the door, giving a small knock. The door opened almost instantly, but Applejack was not the answerer. Instead, a small, yellow filly stood in the doorway, looking somewhat confused. “Hello there! Is Applejack home?”

The filly gave him a suspicious look, then turned about and shouted “Hey Applejack, there’s some boy here lookin’ for ya, and he looks kinda weird!” What’s wrong with how I look? I made sure to at least clean up a little. Gotta look my best, after all! After a moment of awkward silence, the orange earth pony arrived and greeted Bolt.

“Howdy, pardner! I see ya already met lil ol’ Applebloom here. So… uh, Bolt? Whatcha wearin’ there?” asked Applejack, giving Bolt the same confused look he’d gotten from Applebloom. What!? What’s wrong with my- oh. That. Bolt then realized what the girls were getting at. While his head was clearing, the stallion’s eyes still stung when he was outside. Bolt solved the problem by wearing a pair of his welding goggles, since the brothers lacked sunglasses, and needed their money for food. The goggles kept Bolt from stumbling about with his eyes closed, but they had drawn some stares since he’d left the workshop.

“Oh, those! Yeah, uh… well, you see, I had no sunglasses and, well… last night and all. Heh…” Bolt said nervously, not wanting to go into too much detail in front of a little filly. Applejack caught his drift and nudged Applebloom back inside. They hopped off the porch and trotted at a steady pace towards what must have been the southern fields.

“So, was that your sister?”

“Yep, that’s mah lil’ Applebloom. I’m sure ya also met Big Mac on the way up.”

“Yeah, I did. Not the most talkative fellow, is he?”

“That’s the thing with Machintosh: he only talks when it something important. Gotta admire that, ya know.” she said with a chuckle. You can say that again. So, how do you pick apples? It seems like a hassle to pick them all by hoof. Bolt soon received the answer to his thoughts as the duo reached a pile of wooden baskets. “Alright Bolt, ya know how to buck apple trees, right?”

“ ‘Buck apple trees’? What’s a ‘buck’?” Applejack gave a bewildered look before she caught her mistake.

“Sorry Bolt, forgot yer a city slicker. Apple bucking is pretty simple. Ya just line up ya hind legs, tense up, and…” then the mares back legs kicked out, made contact with the tree, and shook every apple out of the tree and into the waiting basket. Bolt stood there, mouth agape. Sweet Celestia, that’s a mean kick! I can’t do that! I'm an inventor, I don't use my hind legs! But… Bolt couldn’t let Applejack down, even if he couldn’t kick worth a bit. He positioned himself in front of a tree as the orange mare placed a basket below it.

“Ok, position myself, tense up, and…” Bolt murmured. With one deep breath, he kicked out. The apples didn’t even budge. Oh, I see. You think you’re better than me, don’t you apples! My dad is THE Jack Hammer, and he doesn't need power tools to break a wall of concrete, let alone kick the apples out of a tree! I won’t let some fruit show me up! With that, Bolt kicked out again, waiting for the satisfying ‘plop’ of the apples landing in the basket. There was no ‘plop’. Bolt could feel his frustration rising when Applejack gave a small chuckle.

“Bolt, it’s okay if ya can’t do it. I can just speed right on through, no problem.” she said proudly. If he weren’t wearing goggles, Applejack would have seen the anger rising in Bolt’s eyes.

“I can do it.” he said in an emotionless tone, planting himself firmly in the ground. Bolt simply stared ahead, unmoving. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I…can…do…it! Bolt kicked out, his legs like bolts of lightning, the contact between his hooves and the tree making a loud ‘CRACK’! The apples shook violently… and one by one, they fell from the branches, landing in the waiting basket. The fruit-related hate instantly disappeared as Bolt heard his success. He turned to his friend, grinned, and said “Told ya I could do it!” Applejack returned the grin, happy that her city-born friend had a little country in him.

“Congratulations, Bolt! Now, only five more acres to go!” the country pony said joyfully, trotting over to the next tree. Bolt just sat there, a look of horror on his face. F-f-five more acres!? I think I need a nap… and some cider...

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Tired, sweating profusely, and dragging himself towards the farm house, Bolt felt multiple emotions. For one, he was exhausted from the hours of work, especially work he wasn’t used to. He also felt surprise at the fact that he and Applejack had completed the task in less than two hours. There was even a bit of joy from accomplishing the first of many jobs he had planned today. Ok, rest for a few minutes, then I’m off to Fluttershy’s. Animals. I’m good with animals! I’m pretty sure they’re like kids, which I’m good at taking care of… why am I lying to myself? Why do I constantly lie to myself!? I really need to start working, or else I think I’ll drive myself mad.

Bolt stopped on the porch of the farmhouse, Applejack not far behind. “Hey Bolt, ya weren’t bad out there! I could maybe just have you clear the fields next season. What’d ya think ‘bout that?” Bolt wanted to groan, but held it back, giving his friend a pained grin.

“Yeah, heh. Maybe another time, AJ. I have to get to Fluttershy’s cottage. Good luck on the rest of the harvest, I can’t wait to try some of that famous apple pie I've heard about!” Applejack waved as her friend limped down the pathway, happy to help him out. Bolt continued on, trying to trot, but only managing a sluggish walk. When the stallion reached a crossroad, his legs were having severe cramps. Sweet Celestia, make it stop! I-I’m going to kill myself before I even reach the cottage, and after that, I still have to help Rarity, Rainbow, Pinkie, Twilight… Alright, Bolt. Push the pain away! You can do it! Bolt straightened his back, set his shoulders, and galloped as fast as he could… for about 5 seconds.

“Gah, my legs!” screamed Bolt, collapsing in a heap. Stupid physical limits! Fine, I’ll drag myself! When Bolt had reached the little bridge leading to Fluttershy’s cottage, his hind legs were bruised and dusty, but otherwise felt much better. Huffing and puffing, Bolt hauled himself up to the door and gave a weak knock. “Fluttershy, it’s me… do you have something to drink, because I feel a little woozy…” said Bolt, the exhaustion creeping back to him.

The door creaked open, and a pair of pale green eyes peered out. The eyes bulged slightly and the door opened wide, Fluttershys smile helping the stallion forget about his pain, at least for awhile. “Oh, thank goodness you’re here Bolt! My little animal friends are just feeling awful, and they need all the help they can get. Hurry!” the Pegasus shouted, or what could have been shouting, Bolt wasn’t quite sure. He set his rear legs, and shuffled inside the cottage, trying not to fall. Okay, animals. So, chipmunks, birds, the usual. Easy. Bolt continued outside and prepared himself for what would be the easiest job of the day.

That preparation went out the window when an eagle landed on his back and lost its lunch. Okay, animals. I hate animals. A lot. Fluttershy was busy examining a feverish squirrel, but quickly flew to Bolts side once she heard his cries of disgust. “Oh, you poor dear! Here, let me help you.”

“Thanks, Fluttershy. He just kinda flew in from nowhere. Anyplace I can…” Bolt trailed off as he realized she was talking to the eagle. I have feelings too, you know. I bet if I threw up on someone, I wouldn’t be getting all the love. Attention, yes, but not love. Bolt spied a small pond and wandered over, planning to wash himself off. The water had been warmed by the sun all day, so it instantly melted the stallions tension away.

Oh, this feels soooooo good! I’m sure Fluttershy wouldn’t mine if I just relaxed a little... His thoughts were interrupted when a full sized alligator rose from the depths a mere hoof away from his face.

“Oh, hello Mr. Alligator…ALLIGATOR!!!” screamed the stallion, rocketing out of the pond and into the nearest tree. Fluttershy heard his terror and flew over, finding her frightened friend shaking like a wet cat.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Please come down, Arthur is completely harmless, especially when he’s in his pond,” she assured, smiling, before continuing, “though, you should be careful of that hornets nest. They don’t really like anypony but me.” Hornets nest? What- Bolts thoughts were again interrupted put a sharp sting in his flank.

“Hornets!!!” screamed Bolt for what felt like the hundredth time that day, landing on his rump. Bolt massaged his flank, then felt a prick. The stallion held back tears as he turned to find that Fluttershy had removed three struggling hornets.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Bolt! I’m sorry for you, too, Annabelle, and you, Steven. Sorry Felix!”

“Fluttershy, do you have names for every animal you own?”

“ Why yes, I do! Do you want to meet them?” Bolt considered the offer for about a few seconds. Yeah, no thanks. The only thing keeping me here is my dedication to friendship, not these savage beast.

“No thanks, Fluttershy. Though, where are those sick animals Rivet told me about?” asked Bolt. The yellow Pegasus gripped Bolt around the neck and dragged him to a row of hospital beds, each with an animal occupant. “So, li’l guys, who’s ready to get better?” At that moment, a squirrel turned over and upchucked on the ground. Aww, how adorable. Honestly, how does Fluttershy deal with these little guys? Fluttershy then gave Bolt a bottle full of some white fluid.

“This will help my little friends get all better, isn’t that right? Yes it will, yes it will!” cooed the mare, producing a bottle of her own and holding it to a white rabbit’s mouth. The rabbit sniffed at the bottle, then kicked it way. “Oh, Angel, I’m sorry! You have to drink it ,though, so you can get better.” The rabbit, Angel, screwed his face up and pouted, or rather, tried to pout, before turning green and retching.

“Fluttershy, what is this stuff? It looks like milk.”

“Oh, yes, milk is part of it. I also mixed in a few medicinal herbs to help cleanse their little bodies. Most of the animals have drunk it, but these li’l fellas are just stubborn!” she said, waving over the animals lying in their cots. Stubborn, eh? I can deal with stubborn.

“Alright, Angel, time to drink your medicine…” said the stallion, slowly lowering the bottle to the rabbits mouth. The rabbit gave another quick kick, but Bolt pulled the bottle back before the feet made contact. Feisty little thing. Now, DRINK THE MEDICINE! The stallion whirled the bottle about Angel’s head, disorienting the rabbit enough to make his mouth drop open. Bolt shoved the tip of the bottle in, and before he could resist, Angel began suckling, his eyes slowly closing as he was lulled into sleep. “Hah, nothing to it!” shouted Bolt, proud of besting what seemed to be the most stubborn animal in Fluttershy's care. Fluttershy's eyes lit up, her mouth agape with glee.

“Wow, Bolt! You’re a natural! I knew you could help me, I just knew it!” the mare squealed with joy. Hah, animals are nothing! I could do this this all day.

“Well, let us deal with these little darlings!”

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Bolt had to have been the happiest sweat-and-vomit covered stallion in the world. Wow, that was strangely satisfying. Who’d guess that working with animals could actually be fun! Fluttershy, though much cleaner, was just as happy as Bolt.

“Thanks for everything, Bolt! Now my little friends should be feeling much better!”

“No problem, Fluttershy. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to find Rainbow Dash. Do you know where she is, by any chance?” asked Bolt. Fluttershy seemed to think it over, before giving a shrug of her wings. *sigh* Well, I guess I’ll just wander about until I find her. I mean, how hard could it be to find a rainbow-maned Pegasus?

Bolt waved to Fluttershy, then began his search for his fast-feathered friend. Surprisingly, Bolt only had to walk for a few minutes before he found the speedy mare performing her multiple tricks in a nearby meadow. The stallion wandered into the field, plopped down, and watched as the Pegasus dove to the ground, swooped up at the last second, and did three loop-de-loops. Whoa, that’s impressive… I wonder how she manages to pull off such tight turns?

Dash finally noticed the stallion waiting below and swooped down towards him, stopping at a hover in front of him. “Hey there, party animal! Ready to help me out with my routine?” shouted the energetic Pegasus.

“You bet! So, what do you need me to do?”

“Easy. Just draw out my routine as I perform each move, then give me pointers on how I can improve. I'm going to need to bring my A-game if I'm going to impress the Wonder Bolts. Ready!?” Bolt almost cheered out an affirmative, then stopped, mouth hanging open. Pen and paper? I was suppose to bring pen and paper? I thought I was just going to be a cheerleader… why would I think THAT would be a better alternative!? Rainbow saw that Bolt was mulling over some dilemma and, even though she couldn’t see his eyes, she knew they were darting around, looking for his nonexistent supplies. “I kinda expected you to forget, seeing as you chugged a whole bowl of cider. Just check in my pack over there.” she said, pointing a hoof towards a tall oak tree with a blue saddlebag laying against it.

“Thanks for thinking ahead. I probably would have taken too long running back for my own supplies.” Bolt said, giving a nervous half-laugh. After retrieving the pad, quill, and bottle of ink, he gave Rainbow an affirmative nod. Taking her cue, she dashed into the air and prepared for her first trick: The Tornado Turnabout. The mare began flying around and around, building up speed until a rainbow-colored tornado started forming. Bolt watched intently, scribbling down quick, yet detailed, steps for the move.

The rain-nado twirled higher and faster, until Dash broke free of its hold. She flew high into the sky and began a swirling nose-dive. As she entered the tornado, the Pegasus continued her swirling flight, though this time, she flew against the wind, slowly but surly creating a second, smaller tornado within the larger one. Bolt continued at his drawings, watching and scribbling down his quick sketches at the same time. And everyone back home said this little skill would amount to nothing! Who’s laughing now, ignorant city folk!

Dash finished forming the second tornado and flew out, leaving the two opposing tornadoes battling against each other, until they stopped twirling in one direction and began swirling their opposite ways. This continued for a few minutes before the tornadoes lost speed and dissipated.

“And that’s the Tornado Turnabout! So, what’d ya think?” panted Rainbow Dash, actually appearing exhausted. Bolt looked over his sketches, then gave her a blank stare.

“Well, if you want me to be honest,” he said in a dead-pan voice, “it was, oh what’s the word… oh, right. AWESOME!!!” he shouted, his stone-like face cracking with a smile. Up to that point, the blue Pegasus looked ready to faint, from either exhaustion or shame, he wasn’t sure, but she too broke into a smile.

“I didn’t expect any less! So, ready to record the most super awesome move in all of existence!?” Bolt smile began growing as he realized what his friend was talking about. Twilight mentioned it, heck, I even heard a little about it back in Filly, but she can’t mean to do it now. I mean, how can you even prepare for something this amazing! That is, if she’s talking about- “The Sonic Rainboom!” the mare finished aloud. Sweet Celestia, this day is getting better and better!

“Alright Dash, lay it on me! Give me your all!” he shouted eagerly. Rainbow gave a quick nod, then exploded into the sky, flying faster than a bolt of lightning. By the time she had reached the appropriate height, the Pegasus was merely a blue dot. Wish I had some binoculars. I still can’t believe it! I’m going to see something that only a few… thousand… ponies… ok, so I’m not the only one to have seen it, but this is my first time, dangit, and I’m going to enjoy it! Dash was then flying fast, faster than any hawk or eagle Bolt had ever seen. Bolt was so excited, he nearly forgot to record the experience on paper. Scratching down the process’ steps he’d already missed, the stallion quickly began sketching the formation of the cone around his high-up friend. Hmm, these sketches have me thinking. I wonder if I could make a few copies, for my sake. You never know when these drawings may be useful, and I'm still looking for that perfect creation… Bolt was so caught up in his thoughts about his sketches, that he nearly missed the most important part of the Sonic Rainboom: the “BOOM” part. The explosion was massive, filling the entire sky with bright rainbow trails. The sound wave hit next, followed by the pressure wave, which bowled Bolt right over.

While somewhat dazed, Bolt still managed to let out the obligatory “That was awesome!!! Can you do it again, please!?” Rainbow Dash simply smirked, glad that her greatest trick could still make heads turn.

“Sorry pal, I usually only pull that off about once a month, IF I’m feeling it. You should be glad you were lucky enough to see it now!” bragged the Pegasus. Alright, you speeding ego-maniac, don’t let my praise go to your head. I know my opinion is sought after by athlete and scholar alike, but no need to suck up. I grade only champions!

“Hey, Dash. Mind if I copy these sketches? I need them for… uh… a project, yeah! A super awesome top-secret project!” For a second, Dash looked confused and a wee bit suspicious, but that quickly passed.

“Sure thing, pal. Just make sure to leave the originals behind. I can’t wait to show these to the Wonder Bolts! Maybe with these, they'll let me join in!” Ah, the thought of wowing childhood heroes. I wish I had someone to look up to beside Dad and crazy Uncle Sledge. I digress, these ARE some pretty sweet drawings. Works of art if I do say so myself.

After copying down his sketches, Bolt rolled them up and secured them into his goggles, making it appear he had long, floppy ears. Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but snicker. “It’s not THAT funny, Dash. Besides, I forgot my saddlebag at home.” the stallion said, letting a small chuckle escape as one of the rolls covered his left eye. “Hey, I’m going to be stopping by Sugarcube Corner, want anything?”

“Nah, I’m feeling pretty good, Bolt. You might want to cut back on the loose life-style, though. We already have one party pony in town, I can only imagine what two would do.” Probably burn this place to ground with fireworks and drown everypony with punch. Now that I think about it, that doesn’t sound half bad. Wait, no punch. Cider. Hard cider. Bolt was drooling as he trotted through the field, wanting the vision of a cider waterfall to be true.

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Sugarcube Corner was at the moment a bustling place. Ponies were lined up out the door, every one of them with a look of absolute glee plastered to their faces. Huh, somepony must be making something good in there if the line’s this long. Bolt made his way through the door, drawing a few angered stares. Behind the counter, Mrs. Cake was busy taking and giving out goods wrapped up in pink baggies. Mr. Cake was running in and out of the kitchen, carrying flour bags, baking sheets, and mixing bowls haphazardly placed on his back. Pinkie was nowhere to be seen.

“So, the special? Ok, coming right up. Yes, I have your order right here. Honey, hurry, the lines getting longer!” shouted the exasperated mare behind the counter. Her husband seemed just as tired.

“Right away, deary. Pinkie, I hope you aren’t eating the batter again!” Mr. Cake exclaimed, using his head like a battering ram as he entered the kitchen.

“Uh, Mrs. Cake? I was suppose to help Pinkie, but it looks like you’re busy, so I can-”

“Oh, no dear, please! We need all the help we can when Pinkie decides to go on her cupcake binges.” Cupcake binge? Sounds… painful, but fun. So, I have no baking skills what-so-ever, but hey, that’s never stopped me from trying.

“Alright, so, just head on into the kitchen?”

“Yes, with you helping Pinkie, Mr. Cake and I can deal with the customers quicker.” With that, Bolt hopped over the counter and cantered through the kitchen door. Bolt had only heard stories of the chaotic realm known as Tarturus, but if he could take a guess as to what it looked like, it would be this kitchen. Every square inch of the counter was consumed by an unknown amount of baking supplies, some of the spilt liquids coalescing together to form some type of fudge-like substance. Four electric mixers were working at the same time, sounding like the most terrifying choir ever heard. And in the middle of this mess, the pink party pony herself was hopping from station to station like a crazed rabbit.

“Hey Pinkie! Need help with anything?” shouted the stallion, trying to get Pinkie's attention over the buzzing mixers.

“Oh, hiya Bolt! Come to help me make cupcakes? That’s great! Ya see, every now and then, I decide to make my super duper special cupcakes for the great ponies of Ponyville, and once I get started, I can’t stop till, well, I stop! Anyway, you can help by taking that sheet out of the oven, they should be down. Ooh, also, don’t forget to wear oven mitts, ’cause those cakes are HOT! I learned that the hard way when I was a little filly. Ya see, I had just…” Bolt went along with his small assignment, having learned by now it was best to ignore Pinkie’s stories, lest you be stuck listening for the rest of the day.

Bolt slipped the mitts on and opened the oven, the scent of fresh cupcakes hitting his nose like a freight train. “Pinkie, these smell delicious! Not even my grandma could cook this great, and that’s pretty much all she did! Mind if I try one?” the stallion asked, his tongue hanging from his mouth.

“…and that’s how I accidentally burned down half of my house! Hmm? Oh, sure, go right ahead Bolt! But only one.” Bolt barely waited for approval as he dumped out the tray and chose what appeared to be the best of the batch. Taking a small bite, Bolt’s eyes instantly dilated.

“ Sweet Celestia, this is the best thing I’ve ever eaten ever!” he said, savoring the first bite for over a minute. “Pinkie, th-these are just too good! I mean, I have no idea what heaven is like, but if it were edible, it has to taste like this!” After devouring the cupcake, Bolt eyed the remaining batch and began tapping his hooves together. Slowly, he stretched a hoof out towards the closest cupcake. Just one more, that’s it. One more and I can keep on helping. Just a little closer… Bolt nearly swiped the little cake, until a wooden spoon smacked down on his hoof.

The stallion leapt back in fright, seeing his friend wielding the horrible weapon in her mouth. She tossed it into the nearest bowl, and just shook her head. “Tsk tsk, come on Bolt. Ya gotta be quicker than that if you want seconds. Besides, that’s the only freebie you get for now. I might bag some up for you and the girls later, but till then, it’s baking time!”

“Well, if I can’t have another, could you at least share the recipe, friend to friend?” Bolt said, putting on his biggest puppy dog eyes.

Pinkie turned right around and stated, “Sorry Bolt, family secret! I should tell you that a Pie always keeps secrets, and this one is no exception.”

Bolt’s eyes seemed to grow three sizes, his bottom lip stuck out and quivering like gelatin. “Pwetty pwease, Pwinkie?”

Pinkie let out a giggle before saying, “I’ll give you an A for effort, but a secret is a secret. I mean, I could tell you, but then I’d have to lock you away in some dungeon, and that wouldn’t be fun at all! Though, I wouldn’t torture you, that would just be cruel. I’d simply chain you to the wall and feed you everyday, just like in the fairy tales!” That… that sounds terrifying. Like, that's not even funny...why is she still staring? It was true. Pinkie was giggling away, but was still staring deep into his eyes. Ok, not really funny anymore, or never was, for that matter. Ok, please stop. It’s ok, silly! I’m not laughing at that anymore, I’m laughing because you put your tail into the oven! You might want to do something about that. Wha- Pinkie! Stop doing that, however you’re doing it. It’s breaking, like, five different laws of physics. Besides- wait, my tail? Bolt sniffed the air and smelt something burning. He turned his head and saw that his tail was indeed laying in the open oven. At that moment, the tip of his tail burst into flames.

“Fire!!! Pinkie, do something! No, don’t keep laughing, help me!” screamed Bolt, rapidly dashing around the kitchen, looking for something, anything, to put out his tail. After about his fifth lap around, the stallion jumped into the nearest source of liquid: a mixing bowl full of batter. “Ah, much better…” he said, relief coming to his burned backside.

“Oh Bolt, you’re SO silly! It’s like we were meant to be BFF’s! Now, get your rump out of that batter, we got cupcakes to make!” Bolt sighed, tenderly lifting himself out of the bowl, then scooped some off with his hoof and gave it a lick. Delicious!

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“So long, Pinkie! Hope I didn’t muddle things up too bad!” shouted Bolt as he left Sugarcube Corner. The pink party pony waved back, her ever-present grin sparkling in the late afternoon sunlight. At that, Bolt glanced up at the sun. Geez, it is getting late. Eh, there’s at least another six hours. Enough time to help Rarity and… Twilight… For a moment, the stallion’s heart fluttered at the thought of the unicorn. Alright, Bolt, old boy, gotta play it cool. Maybe she doesn’t remember last night. Though, I kinda hope she does. Still, be cool, be ice. I can do this. Bolt started in the direction of Rarities boutique. It was hard to miss, being the most posh and elegant building in town. Bolt gave a single knock and was immediately greeted by the fashionable unicorn.

“Oh, hello dear! Ready for our little… um… Bolt, what are those… things… on your face?”

“Hmm? Oh, the goggles! Yeah, just my little protection from the sun. Had a bit too much cider last night and, well, you know…” the stallion said, a sheepish grin on his face. Rarity gave him a once over, a look of slight disapproval appearing for a second, nodded, and proceeded outside, shutting the boutique behind her.

“Well, no time to dilly-dally. Go ahead and strap yourself into that cart. I plan on collecting a decent amount of gems before nightfall. The orders have just been through the roof! I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep up.” More manual labor, eh? Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to be a little more muscular than I already am. I mean, not bragging or anything, but I do believe I’m a prime example of health. Bolt sucked in his gut as he marched to the old, rusted cart. After slipping the harness on, he attempted to pull it, to no avail. He explosively exhaled, his midsection sagging a bit. Ok, a little doughy, but that’s not my fault! It was the cupcakes, I swear! They made me like this! Rarity was going at a steady walk when she noticed her slightly pudgy friend struggling with the cart she had pulled by herself so many time before. “Need any help, deary?” she asked.

“Oh no, no need, just… a little… stuck!” he said, gasping on the last word. Rarity trotted back over, giving the rear of the cart a hard push. Once it started rolling, Bolt wasted no time, moving at a trot to keep the momentum going. “Thanks. I think the wheels were a bit stuck. Kinda seems like an old cart…” he said in a shy manner, trying to hide his hurt pride. Rarity rolled her eyes, but smiled at the excuse.

“So Bolt, how are you finding our fine little town? Is it everything you hoped it would be?”

“Well, that and a bit more. To be honest, I never expected a welcoming party like that!”

“Yes, well, that’s the benefit of having a friend like Pinkie. I’m sure you’ve also had a bit of fun with the girls today, hmm?” Bolt thought out how the day had progressed. Apple bucking, animal caring, aerial acrobatic analysis, cupcake making, and now gem collection. Well, you can sure say I had a varied day, with fun sprinkled here and there.

“You could say that, though hopefully this little job goes off without any problems. It hasn’t been the easiest day.”

“Don’t fret. I’ll locate the needed gems, and you can help collect and carry them, of course. I’m sure you’ll love it! So many different colors and shapes, maybe I can find the right gems to make an elegant suit for you for formal occasions. I can picture it now…” the white unicorn said dreamily, slipping into a daze much like the ones Bolt found himself in. A fancy suit? Not a bad idea though I don’t see myself using it too much. Then again, I’m sure that’s the point. Hey maybe if I’m lucky, I can find some of those giant gems. Those would help with the more fanciful statues. Geez, I feel kinda bad not working in my own business today. Rivet and I are starting to burn through our bits on breakfast alone. If I don’t start bringing in the money, I won’t be able to afford the shop. If I can’t afford the shop, we’ll have to move back to Fillydelphia! If we move back to Filly, I’ll never see my friends again, and I’ll have work with Dad and Uncle Sledge and their terrible rock jokes!

If one were to come upon the two ponies, they would most likely be pretty confused. Both seemed to be walking in a trance, Rarity with a look of joy and wonder, Bolt with a look of horror. As the duo continued on the path, the grass thinned more and more, eventually disappearing except for a few sparse patches. After a few moments, Rarities horn began glowing, snapping both friends out of their thoughts.

“Oh, lovely! A great, big deposit is nearby! Ready to dig, dear?” the unicorn asked. Dig? I thought I was just the pack mule… why do I continue to insult myself?

“Yeah, ready and willing!” the stallion said, the eagerness in his voice sounding a little too forced. They walked a short distance more, Rarities horn growing brighter and brighter. Rarity came to a halt at a strange, lumpy boulder. Well, lumpier than usual, anyway, Bolt thought, waiting for his cue to move the rock. Instead, the boulder began to glow the same light blue as Rarities horn. The great rock shuddered, then, with a mighty crack, the stone split apart.

“Whoa…” was all the stallion could manage, instantly gaining a lot of respect for Rarity in the one moment. I thought she only made dresses! That’s… that’s just unbelievable. I really wish I was a unicorn now…

“Hmm? Oh, that? A simple trick I picked up, makes gem hunting much easier, considering the best are always found inside big old rocks like this,” she said cheerfully, glad to have praise for something other than her dresses. “Though, they’re also the easiest. I still need your help with digging.” She can split rocks with her thoughts, yet she still needs me to rut around in the dirt for gems that aren’t even that precious? Wait… splitting the rock was the easiest part!?! Confound these ponies, at least city life wasn’t this strange!

Bolt pulled himself out of the harness and started helping Rarity with collecting the gems. They were surprisingly easy to pull out, though that probably had something to do with the spell Rarity had used. They were of varying shapes, sizes, and colors, from tiny, jagged rubies the size of a pebble, to smooth, oval emeralds the size of an apple. Rarity went about the collection like it was business, but Bolt was slow, having never seen so many gems before.

These things look like they’d cost a fortune, and they’re only used for decorations!? And they’re all so shiny… Bolt continued at his slow pace, eyeing every gem like a hungry dragon. When the boulder had been cleared, Rarity moved on to a rough patch of dry, cracked dirt. “Would you kindly dig here, Bolt? There’s the loveliest bunch of sapphires underneath, and I’ll be needing them most of all.” Bolt gave a simple nod and began scratching at the ground, slowly chipping away at the dirt until he found purchase, then started burrowing down, like a dog with a bone.

In a few seconds, the sapphires were unearthed and in the cart. This carried on for a good half an hour, Rarity locating the precious stones, and Bolt digging them out. The small amount of gems they had collected grew higher and higher, forming a small mountain. After working for a straight hour, Rarity called for a break. “Lovely work, Bolt. You deserve the rest. I'll start sorting our find, and we’ll be on our way!” she said cheerfully, eyeing the stack of gems with a look of glee. Bolt felt too tired to respond, once again only giving a simple nod.

The stallion soon grew bored and began wandering about the parched landscape, a place of little beauty that held all its treasure below the ground. That was when Bolt came upon a strange site. Lying in a rough circle were six mounds of gems, each sporting a differing color. There were blues, reds, yellows, greens, purples, and pure black. That’s weird, I thought you could only find gems under the ground? Maybe somepony dug them up and forgot to collect them? I probably shouldn’t touch them, but…

It didn’t take long for temptation to take hold. Cautiously, Bolt approached the mounds, looking about to make sure he wasn’t being watched. In all, there were roughly ten gems in each mound. Now, Bolt knew that gems sparkled in the sunlight, who didn’t? Yet, something was… off about these gems. Lowering his head, the stallion peered into the nearest mound, the one full of red gems. Like any other gem, they sparkled in the sunlight, but there was something different about the sparkle. Looking closer, Bolt finally realized what made the sparkle so strange.

It’s like there’s a small fire inside. Like, an actual fire. How does the light do that? I still don’t think I should mess with them, but… maybe Rarity could use them. They are beautiful. Having made up his mind, Bolt picked up one of the red gems between his front hooves. The tiny fire inside continued its mesmerizing dance, causing Bolt to fall back on his rump and stare deep into its facets. Bolt would have continued sitting there, but a smell soon came to his attention. What is that? It smells familiar, but I can’t put… my hoof… on… It dawned on Bolt at that very second. His hooves had started smoking.

“Sweet Celestia, I’m on fire again!” he shouted, dropping the gem and stomping his smoking hooves into the hard-packed ground. The smoke soon stopped, but the burning pain was still present. “What the hay was that all about? What made my hooves catch…” the stallion trailed off, having found the culprit. When he had dropped the gem, it had landed in a small tuft of withering grass. The grass, too, was now smoking. In a flash, it caught fire, as if struck by a lightning bolt. Bolt couldn’t believe his eyes, so he decided to test his touch.

He pushed the gem away from the fire and laid his hoof on it. As expected, the burning sensation returned to the stallion’s hoof. He quickly pulled it away. “So, these gems can start fires. That’s… new. Or could they always do that? Then every fashion show there's ever been would have been a disaster,” he mused. Bolt weighed the options in his head, ideas coming and going. A look of set determination appeared on his tired face. “I wonder if Rarity has a spare saddlebag…”

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“Are you sure you can’t stay awhile longer? I could really use the help,” Rarity asked, using her magic to deposit the gems out back of the boutique.

“Sorry, Rarity, I really need to get going. Though, if you need help, I’d gladly help any other time,” Bolt offered.

“I’d like that. Thanks again, Bolt, you saved me a great amount of time.” Just doing my duty as a friend. Plus, I need to get these gems home as soon as possible. I don’t think they’re hot anymore, though I can’t imagine why. Bolt made his way back to town, pondering his strange find.

Maybe they’d just been out in the sun for too long? No, that doesn’t even make sense. Yet, they produced fire, that was clear. Hmm, maybe Twilight would have… a… “Oh, no! I almost forgot!” the stallion exclaimed. Luckily, he’d remembered before going too far past the library, and the trek was much shorter. The sun was barely even in the sky anymore, a thin sliver of light still visible over the horizon. Coming to the door, Bolt was relieved to see the lights still on. Made it! Now, what exactly was I suppose to do again?

Bolt was about to knock when this thought came. Did I really forget? Ok, something involving books, I remember that much, but… what!? There had to be more. Bolt mulled it over, not hearing the approaching hoof steps, nor the front door opening. “Hey Bolt, you made it! I was a little worried that you had… forgotten…” Twilight trailed off, before falling into a fit of sudden laughter. This finally got Bolt’s attention.

“Oh, hey Twilight. Didn’t see you there! So, what can I… what are you laughing at?” he asked, confusion in his tone. The unicorn tried to explain, taking in some deep breaths to calm her giggles.

“I-I’m laugh-laughing at y-y-you! You look ridiculous!” she shouted, falling back onto her flank. I look funny? Funny how? Like a clown? No, wait, they aren’t funny, just creepy. Very creepy… Wait, this could be the hysteric laughter of somepony afraid of clowns! Did I goof up again? I did, didn’t I? Bolt let himself in, making his way around the recovering Twilight.

Bolt searched the bottom floor of the library, eventually finding the bathroom. He walked in, coming to a halt in front of the mirror. His goggles were still in place, the flight sketches still tucked back behind his ears. The kicker, though, was the saddlebag Rarity had loaned him. It’d been hers when she’d been a filly, so it was an ill-fit to begin with, straining against Bolt’s adult frame. The bejeweled diamonds on the side weren’t helping either. Ok, so a little funny. Not haha funny, but what do I know? I’m not payed to know what funny is.

“Ok, yes, hahaha, look at Bolt, he’s wearing a fillies saddlebag. Sooo funny,” he said dryly, finding his friend still snickering at the sight of him. “I was going to go straight home, but I remembered to help out a friend. But, it looks like you’re busy laughing your flank off, so I guess I’ll just be on my way.”

“Wait! Bolt, don’t go, I’m sorry,” Twilight said, finally calming down. “Just… why do you look like that? I’d assume you’re too old to be going to school, and those scrolls! Also, what’s with the goggles inside?” Ok, admittedly, I do look ridiculous.

“Well, I guess I could take these things off, if only to keep you on track.” Removing the saddlebags, he placed it on the nearest table. Bolt removed the rolled sketch paper and stuffed them inside the bags, trying to keep the gems hidden. Finally, and ever so slowly, the stallion pushed the welding goggles up. The sudden brightening of the lights stung a bit, but after a few seconds, it was manageable.

“So, ready to organize?”

“Well, I guess, if I have to…” he said coyly, giving Twilight a mischievous smile.

“Well, then wise guy, you can start in the “Ancient Equestrian History” section.” And with that, the two set about the exciting task of reorganizing an entire library from top to bottom. Bolt finished quickly, seeing as there were only about twenty history books. You’d think there would be more on our history. I mean, half of these are for little foals for Celestia’s sake! Ok, Celestia and Early Equestria, that goes here. Obscure Unicorn History: The Great and Unknown Masters of Magic, that goes right next to you… Oh look, a picture book! This will look great sitting next to an ancient textbook about great and poweful unicorns nopony has ever heard of. I question this layout, Twilight…

“So, what did you need that saddlebag for, Bolt?” the purple unicorn asked, examining a stack of dusty, old spell books.

“Oh, that? Just… uh… you know…” Crud, I need to keep those gems a secret until I can examine them more closely. I doubt Twilight is a blabbermouth, but is word gets out that there are gems that can start fires by themselves… I don’t even want to think about it. “Just some gems I borrowed from Rarity. You know, for that little finishing touch on the statues.” Well, not a complete lie. Please buy it!

“Huh, well, that was nice of her! Hey, you think you could maybe make one for me? I’ve been looking for something to draw more attention to the library, and I can bet you make the loveliest statues. What do you think?” Anything for you, my sweet… alright, lover boy, pull it back, I need a clear head! Lovey dovey junk comes later.

“Well, I’m not opposed to the idea, but after that little laughing incident, I’m not so sure…” Baiting the hook, and now…

“I said I was sorry, Bolt! Come on, you aren’t going to actually hold that little incident against me, are you?” she said, sounding like she was truthfully distressed. Gotcha’! Now, reel her in…

“Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt. And, since we’re friends, I can maybe cut you a deal.

“Deal?” she asked, looking slightly confused.

“Say, free? Of course, that’s only for the first statue. Afterward, full price, no exceptions!”

“You drive such a hard bargain. Or do you just do that for every pretty mare you know?” she said, fluttering her eyelashes. Sweet Celsetia!

“Uh, um, uh… no, no no no, nothing like… uh…” Bolt was at a loss for words. He struggled for a few more seconds before Twilight burst out in laughter. “What are you laughing at now!” Bolt shouted, his cheeks flaring a bright red.

“Oh, Bolt, no need to get flustered! Rivet had stopped by early in the morning, and he told me about last night,” the mare said, soothing her giggles. Why, Rivet! Why do you constantly do this to me! Every time I’m in an awkward situation with somepony, his attempts at breaking the ice always make me look stupid! “He told me that after I drank a bit too much cider, you helped me back home. That’s really sweet of you, and I wanted to find a way to thank you. Asking for the statue is all I could think of. Besides, if it looks as good as your ego says it can, then I’m sure that will help out your business.” Rivet, I’m sorry for doubting you.

“Oh, there’s no doubt that I can create the greatest statues known to Equestria, it’s just a shame nopony has discovered my talent for detail. Also, I wouldn’t be a gentle colt if I’d let you walk home alone, think nothing of it!” Bolt said, pride very evident in his voice. Twilight rolled her eyes at his overconfidence, but smiled non the less. I’m on a roll! I was never this confident before… maybe Mom and Dad were right, a change of scenery was all I needed. “So, now that history is out of the way, what’s next?”

“Oh, just the Studies in Advanced and Arcane Magic volumes. After that, we should be completely organized!” Twilight said excitedly.

“Sounds like a breeze! So, where are… these… volumes…” the stallion said slowly, turning to see a stack of books that had somehow gone unnoticed until now. Sweet mother of Celestia, that’s FIVE stacks, and they go up to the ROOF!!! H-how did I miss them!? Well... I guess it couldn’t take that long, could it?

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Midnight. I have been organizing musty, old spell books for the last FIVE HOURS!!! The only reason Bolt had stayed was simply to be in Twilight’s company, and even that was barely enough to hold the stallion down. After sliding the last tome home, the wheezing and sniffling Bolt had said his goodbyes and goodnights, grabbed his borrowed bag, and made his way home.

Arriving at the Steel Colt, Bolt was surprised to see the lights in the main shop were still lit. What’s Rivet still doing up? I can’t imagine he did much today, but he still should be in bed. The stallion nudged the front door open, finding it unlocked. The workshop was filled with the bright light of overhead lamps and the gentler, subtler light of the illuminated crystals. Placing the bag on a worktable, Bolt found that he and his brother’s bedroom door was ajar.

The elder brother nudged the door open, finding his brother fast asleep. Aw, he’s all tuckered out. I bet he had such a boring day without anypony to terrorize. Well, little brother, I have some business to attend to. Bolt gently closed the door, then made his way back to the worktable he’d placed the saddlebag on. He opened up the top, removing the goggles and sketches, then dumping his catch. In all, there were twelve of the strange, glowing gems. Five were of the of the varying colors, while the other seven were all red. As before, the red gems seemed to hold some mysterious internal flame, which at the moment was barely a smoldering ember. Alright, test time, my little beauties.

Bolt pushed all except one of the red gems away, then pulled the tables built-in lamp closer. He clicked the switch on, then focused the light on the gem. Almost immediately, the gems little ember burst into a roaring fire, smoke beginning to curl off its facets. So, it reacts to light, eh? That explains why my bag didn’t burst into flames, but why weren’t they burning when I found them? They were hot, but the weren’t on fire. The smoke had started turning black as the gem burned into the table. Bolt switched the lamp off, and the gem's fire settled back into a tiny ember. I can’t be the first to discover these, but I’ve yet to see them anywhere else. Wait… that’s it! If I can find a use for these little wonders, I can make a name for myself! No smashing rocks with Uncle Sledge, no dirty city streets… I could make a fortune and still have friends! But, how? Bolt sat down, contemplating what use a fire-inducing gem could have. There was the obvious: with an unlimited source of fire, winters would no longer be so dreadful. Yet, that was too simple, and Bolt was anything except simple.

Maybe… maybe I could build a rocket! Being the first… well, second pony in space would get anyone recognized. Then again, that’s a little unsafe… Gah, I can’t think at a time like this! Maybe some sleep will… hello, what’s this? Bolt found that a piece of paper was sticking out from under the saddlebag. Pulling the small piece out, he found it was a note, which look to be written by his brother. The note read:

Bolt, it appears you are running late, and I don’t plan on staying up much longer, which means I won’t be able to see your face when you learn the truth. That whole bit I told you about, about drunkenly kissing our friendly neighborhood magic master Twilight? Well, I guess I could say I’m sorry for lying, but I doubt anything else would have kept you out of the workshop long enough for a little surprise. Let us just replace 'Twilight' with 'cider bowl' and you can probably figure out the rest from there. But I digress. Tomorrow, we have our first customer! I hope the excitement outweighs your most likely rising anger, and I’m sure it has. You see, the statue will be going up in the town square, and if that doesn’t drum up business, I don’t know what will. So, big brother, I hope you get some rest tonight, we have a great day ahead of us!

Your most awesome (and only) sibling,

Rivet

At that moment, Bolt’s mind was split. That wonderful little colt! He got us a great first job, town square no less! That devious little foal! How could he play with my emotions! But, I wanted Twilight to be our first customer… Fleeting thoughts came and went, but one thought firmly secured itself in Bolt’s conscious mind: revenge. Oh, dear, sweet little brother. I admire your intentions, but I do ever so detest your lying. Now, very little affects Rivet, that I know. What, oh what can I do? Hmm, lets see. If I remember right, there IS one thing that troubles Rivet. I believe I have some registration papers to sign tomorrow, or later, I guess. Bolt stowed the gems back into the saddlebag and hid it behind the front counter, then quietly crept back to the bedroom. He gently opened the door, closing it behind him, and slipped into his enormous bed. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was now half an hour past midnight. Looking at his sleeping brother’s form, Bolt’s eyes filled with a little fire of their own, a smile creeping across his tired, battered face. Happy first day of school, Rivet…

Comments

[GandalftheGrey]

fukkin spot on as per usual, no mistakes (well I didn't notice anything, which I normally do) and a good balance of humor

[-Brutus]

Good chapter, I look forward for moar!

[BoltTheColt]

1255868 Gosh darnit, you guys are nice! Every time I check new comments like these, it's a GIANT confidence booster. Hopefully the next chapter won't take as long, but I'm not making any promise I can't keep.