Everypony slowly started leaving, one by one, until it was just Twilight, Soarin‘, Spitfire, Dashie, and myself left at the table. It seemed as if Spitfire and Dashie were eating slowly just to spite me a little bit, I couldn’t help but be excited for my lessons. What were they going to teach me? My daughter, one of the Wonderbolts, of all ponies, to teach me how to fly? I couldn’t learn from anypony better. I was ecstatic to say the least.
I heard giggling from somepony, I turned my glance from Dashie to Spitfire who‘s face had turned red in a blush, her fetlocks against her lips. “Uhm, Pops. Your wings…” Dashie pointed at me while trying stifling a laugh.
I looked to my right, then my left, only to see that both of my wings were fully extended. Dashie and Spitfire both fell to the ground and exploded into laughter, leaving me confused.
They both stopped rolling around and regained their composure once I walked over to them and glared down.
“Ahh…Alright, let’s go everypony. Pops has got some well needed lessons in flying from the two best flyers in Equestria.” Dashie said, resting her arm behind Spitfire's neck.
“Ahem..” Soarin’ coughed out, looking for acknowledgement.
“Three best flyers in Equestria.” Spitfire corrected.
Shortly after the waiter came and presented the bill, Twilight paid just as she said that she would. We all left the café and made our way towards the field near Fluttershy’s and my own cottage.
“Okay Pops, watch. All I want you to do is hover in place. It’s easy, 'kay? Just watch.”
Dashie jumped up and began flapping her wings. She was hovering, seemingly without any effort at all. I tried to copy her exactly, I jumped up and flapped my wings as hard as I could. I hovered for a few seconds but my wings gave out, luckily I managed to land on my feet, my ankles cracked in response. I tried again, I flew for a few seconds longer but still landed on the grass. I was starting to get frustrated. I tried one more time. I closed my eyes, jumping as hard as I could and flapping my wings. I didn’t feel the ground. I opened my eyes, and looked down, my feet were dangling a few inches above the dirt.
“Great job Pops! Now, try to fly over to me.”
Dashie moved a few feet away from me, flying backwards towards the setting sun, casting a shadow on the ground under me. I began to try and move but I just wobbled in place, barely maintaining my balance and flight. “How…?” I asked.
Dashie facehoofed. “See how you’ve got your wings moving up and down now?” I nodded. “Move them back and push forward.” I tried to do what she said, only to flip over and crash down to the ground, face first. I heard muffled laughs from Soarin', he was slapped no more than a second after he started.
"Ow! What was that for?" He said, rubbing his cheek.
'Thanks Spitfire.' I thought while I wiped off the dirt. I jumped back up and began hovering again, I tried to fly over to her. I managed to wobble my way over to her but I did it nonetheless.
“Great job, Pops. Just keep moving around. It’ll get easier the more you do it.”
The day went on, and after few snide remarks from Soarin' and a few more slaps from Spitfire, and a glare in return from me, I had mastered hovering. Moving was something completely different, I could barely do it, I fell almost every time I tried. As time passed and It slowly got darker outside, and the sun setting, I was exhausted and wanted to sleep. I took a seat in the grass, rubbing my wings in aching places I didn’t know I had. Dashie said goodbye to her friends as they all went their separate ways towards their respective homes. We flew home together, I landed on the ground and opened the door, quickly finding the couch and landing face first into it, instantly falling asleep.
It’s ironic really, I taught Dashie how to fly back when we were on Earth together, yet now that I have wings I’ve forgot everything that I taught her. However, I never taught Dashie how to fly over one session. It took many times, hundreds if I remember correctly. And it was the same situation with me, I never learned how to fly with in one lesson, it took many face plants, a few bloody noses, and lots of bruises but after a week I had the basics down. After a visit to the doctor’s office, a legitimate therapist, and a pony pain management clinic, I was issued new pain medicine, it did a good enough job of masking the pain enough for me to fly without it being too difficult, and I didn‘t ever have those gruesome nightmares ever again.
I had been laying in bed one night after a day of flight lessons with Dashie and Spitfire. I began thinking about the nightmare, how It had been an entire week since it had happened and that it wasn’t repeating. As I lay there I began to think about what caused it, it had confused and pestered me so much. I would keep tracks of my dreams, some of them normal, others not so. I soon came to realize that the dream was caused by my having wings but not being able to use them, because once I began the lessons with Dashie, they never happened again.
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“C’mon Pops, wake up! I’ve got my first race today!” Dashie began to shove me around, trying to wake me up.
“Unh…Just five more minutes? Please?” She started shoving even harder, I nearly fell off the couch.
I sat up and rubbed the sleepys out of my eyes. “Okay, I’m up.” I smelled food. “What’s for breakfast?” I asked, as I rubbed my aching and empty stomach.
“Apple pancakes.” She replied. I kicked off the sheets and stretched my back, feeling every crack down my spine. I stood up and made my way to the kitchen. I took my seat at one of the chairs, there on the table was a fresh, steaming stack of apple pancakes. Once Dashie and I finished eating our breakfast, and we got her saddlebags packed, we left to Cloudsdale for the race.
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Authors Note
No, Dad did not get a wingboner. It seems like when a Pegasus gets excited their wings go up, so that's what I'm trying to say.
Well, if you have to, take a break from the writing... your studies do need to come first (as irritating as it is, am a senior in college myself, so i share your pain bro /) ), and if you can't write, you can't write and shouldn't try to force it, Celestia knows I keep getting stuck all the time.
As far as the medicine and the possible implications of wingboners, can't say I know anything about the meds. As far as the wings, I've started considering the term 'wingboner' to apply to really any state of emotional extreme for a pegasus, be it fear, excitement, anger, sexual arousal, or whatever else. The basic fact of the matter is that if you consider a pegasus as a living creature, if you refer to them being sexually aroused, odds are their wings would extend in addition to the rest of the relevant anatomy becoming active... And now that I've realized how completely bonkers thinking about it in that much detail makes me, I'll leave it at that
170408 Thanks bro (\
It just feels as if I'd be letting people down if I just up and stopped writing. I'm not really having fun while I write anymore. I'm forcing myself to come up with new ideas, and the new chapters come out forced and choppy. I just dunno.
Six
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I fell sorry for you bro
170420 Well, if your muse has fled your brain, push back, take some time off, hunt it back down and whip it into shape and see if you come up with anything along the way heh
And on the subject of school, I should probably stop cruising around the internet and actually do that database homework I've been putting off
Don't force your muse - bad things usually happen when you do. And as much as I'm acting otherwise, school should come before play. No matter how much everypony dislikes it.
Keep up the awesome work! We all believe in you, and i personally think your stories are great!
Do whatever you need to do to pull through, We'll support you all the way!!!
If it ends it ends. People won't be happy but it seems this story is mostly just the life of this guy living in ponyville. It's intresting but there's no real conflicts or problems. If it does end nopony will be mad at you. The point is that you delivered art to your audience and they enjoyed it. Plus if you ever change your mind, we're not going anywhere. *Brohoof*
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AH! bro I am a freshman too, I feel the pain. I understand write's block completely also just plain not having time to right, I recently got put on a new training regiment since I train in MMA, and I have had no time to right stories. AT ALL!
But, good stories take time to write and although write's block is a bitch it can be overcome, you just have to have some patience.
and I total agree with ChrisAwesomeFace
We will still love and tolerate you if you decide to end the story, and likewise if you continue it
I am always in writers block. But when i do something else for a while, i can just write anything that comes to mind, even if its just a sentance or a paragraph, it really does help to take your time.
If you dont feel like writing, then don't do it, and everything has an end, and nopony will be mad at you because you also gave us a good sight of how the life of 'Dad' would be in Equestria with 'Dashie'..
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If he is in high school, then yeah. But if he was in college, he could easily do 14 hours in a day (7am to 9pm) like I did.
i understadn what you mean.. i say dont stop writing...cus this is good al lof it is good and i wanan see wat happens in there future..but take yer time i nwriting it dont try and force itlet it flow naturally so yeah take a break for a lil while and wait for it all to come back and write them only when the good ideas come
AMOX. That'd be Amoxicillin, I'd wager. Fun stuff, good for infections...but I recall being my own creative juices drying-up when I had to go on it for a while... Sorry to hear that...
nice story and im willing to wait for it...no rush
174541 Thanks. I talked with my doctor earlier today, I told him about all the problems it's causing and I'm getting a new prescription Thursday. I don't know what it is yet, hopefully it won't mess with my thoughts, or give me stomach aches like the medicine I was taking.
As for everypony else, thanks for caring. You're all just so awesome.
If you're having trouble with writing, there's this amazing little spot called Bright Falls...
On a serious note, take a break if you're not feeling the creative juices. I had to, even though I wanted more than anything to keep going. We're a patient and understanding crowd, and school is important!
If you need to take a brake from writing, do so, no worries.
My personal opinion on the wings thing is it happens when pegasi get excited, happy, angry, or scared. The latter two would be to make themselves larger to try and frighten off the opposition.
well whenever you upload the next chapter il be waiting :D
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What I'd do is this:
Okay, so you remember how back in Earth there were weather anomilies due to the space time continuam being jacked up or something? Well, lets say the government is catching wind of Equestria and they wish to invade it so that they can experiment with the ponies magic and make it theres and so brian has to try and ammend the situation before they discover a way to get there. To me, that'd be a fitting ending for the MLD trilogy as, well, lets face it, all good things must die someday. But your's and your predecessors writings have been marvelous. I swear they all left me teary eyed at some point. But yeah if you don't follow something similar to what I mentioned, with your permission, I'd like to pursue the idea as long as everypony would be cool with the idea.
LOL authors notes:wingboneri didnt even think of that
I get to learn ho to fly from THE Wonderbolts! *pomf*
RD and Spitfire: Pffft...*snicker*
So.... How else would an excited pegasus show off... Obviously a wingboner.... Tehehee
it is true that a Pegasus displays spread wings when; agitated, happy, and aroused, its not limited to a wingboner, as for Dashie's dad, he got a complete new set of appendages, of coarse he wouldn't be able to control until he lessons
170425 Amen to that all day everyday.all day everday.all day everyday.don't know how to do the shrink text thing on a tablet,or if you can