> Pengy's Tale
>  by Evowizard25
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> Part 1: Inspirations and little Pengy
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“And stay out!” A door flung open and out flew a white unicorn. He hit the other side of the hallway with a loud thud. He fell to the ground with an equally loud and painful thud. “And take these with you.” Folders filled with paper were thrown into the corridors. The doors closed as quickly as they were opened.
One of the folders floated down right onto his snout. He sighed. “Well, that didn’t go as well as I’d hoped.” He stood up and grabbed the folder off of his face. “They could have at least asked nicely.” The stallion brushed a few strands of his dark blue mane away from his emerald green eyes. He gathered up all his paper work and used his magic to take it with him as he trotted off.
His gaze never left the floor. That had been his third attempt this week to get into Equestria Daily. As always, his spirit was low after taking such a blow. He thought for sure his reports on the Chimera issue would land him a spot in their organization. ‘I guess not.’ 
*You may be wondering who this unfortunate stallion is, well I’ll tell you. Evowizard at your service. Eyup, that’s me. Yeah, I’m not at my top form lately, but hey, can you blame me? Probably, but let’s not get into that. What we’re going to do instead is watch history unfold. For this is the moment my life was changed forever.*
Evowizard trotted over to my office. As with every artist, he had an area all to myself, to collect my thoughts. Once inside, he went over to his desk and sat down. He set the stack that he had been carrying on the edge of his desk. He then used opened up his computer and scrolled through his files until he came to his desired pic. 
“Ah, right where I left you.” He smiled, looking at the Advanced Hybrid, now known as Bullseye, throwing a tantrum about his lost gun.  He chuckled, but couldn’t help but feel as though something was missing. A certain drive or motive. He wanted to feel it, but he just felt hollow. His mind was as blank as the documents he stared at. ‘I haven’t written anything in weeks.’ He grumbled, putting his front of hooves to the sides of his head. His elbows were on the sides of the table. 
Evowizard knew it was a serious problem. ‘Maybe Tonto will know what to do. He’s clever like that.’ He shook his head. ‘Nah, I need to do this on my own.’ He had fought this little issue for a while, but he lacked the will to write. He just couldn’t put his hoof on it. There just wasn’t anything to inspire him. To give him that ‘oomph’.
*…Now that I think on it, oomph is a very strange word. It’s something I don’t see often if at all. Is it a word, or did Pinkie just visit me in a split second and implanted a series of letters in my mind for me to decipher. I could go on and on and on….
GET ON WITH IT!
Right, right right. This isn’t the time for that.*
The stallion looked around his humble abode. There were a few books laid about, ranging from novels, fanfics, or some educational material.
*What? I like reading non-fiction.*
A Confederate flag was mounted on a pole on the side of the doorway. He took a moment to lazily salute it, before turning back to my desk. When he did, he saw something peculiar. A brown folder. His folders were all white, like his coat. ‘How did you get here?’
He picked it up in his hooves and opened it up. Evo’s eyes widened when he saw the picture inside. It was a picture of a she-wolf. But something was odd. ‘My stars, she’s beautiful.’ Now, he had seen some fine mares in his time, but this wolf took the cake. Her long brown hair fell off her face, as she looked on with her mesmerizing green eyes. Her coat was a few shades of brown.
Finally, after a moments worth of staring, he shook his head. ‘Gentlestallions don’t stare.’ He decided to inspect the other contents of the folder. Usually, he wouldn’t do such a thing, but curiosity got to him. 
A little pegasi colt: Grey, with a white underbelly. He had ruffled orange hair. His green eyes looked sad, as tears fell down his cheeks.
‘Why is he crying? There should be a law against making little ones cry. It’s the lowest kind of crime anyone can commit.’ He was going to tell this colt’s story. Yes. That would put everything right. And what do you know, it was up his alley in the first place. 
*Apparently, he lives in the same world as my Resistance…who knew?*
Inspiration hit me. For the first time in weeks, he had something to write about. Evowizard smiled and turned back to look at the she-wolf. He was in her dept forever. He made a mental note to visit her personally and shake her hoof…I mean paw. ‘I wonder if she likes evening strolls.’ He pushed back my romantic instincts. “Thank you, miss wolf.”
“No, thank you.” The picture said in a sultry voice. It then winked at him.
“Oh, there no…WHA!!!” Once he comprehended that the picture talked, he pushed away from the desk, falling backwards to the ground.
Just then, Discord popped up and started laughing. “You should have seen the look on your face.” He said. “I should have brought a camera.”
“I hate you.” Evo grumbled.
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In another world, a concerned maid stood outside a door. She was an old grey Pegasus. Her mane was white, for all the color had drained from it years ago. Still, for her age, she was quite fit, though a few wrinkles gave her real age away. She knocked on the door. “Master Pie, you must come out.”
“I don’t want to.” A small, barely audible, voice replied.
“But Master Pie, the flight instructor won’t wait forever.”
“I don’t wanna go.”
“But what about you’re little friends?” She tried to reason with him. “They’ll miss you if you don’t come.”
“I don’t have any friends.” The colt inside said. “Nopony likes me.”
The old mare sighed. She opened the door. Inside, underneath the blankets, was a small shaking bulge. She walked over and uncovered the colt beneath. Little master Pengy Pie was curled up in a ball, crying his eyes out. She hated to see him like this. “Master Pie, what is the matter?”
“Daddy and mommy aren’t going to come.” Pengy sniffled.
The mare scowled. She hated the two masters of the house. They didn’t deserve to have such a sweet child as this. “Maybe they’ll come this time.”
“No, they hate me.” Pengy Pie said. “Everypony hates me because I’m fat and can’t fly. My parents don’t even want me.”
“That’s not true.” The mare said, trying to cheer him up.
“Nopony wants me.”
The old mare wrapped her hooves around him. “Stop thinking like that.” She told him. “Of course ponies like you. You’re a sweet and adorable little colt with a heart of gold.”
“If that was true, then why does daddy lock me in the cupboard during his meetings?”
A little surge of anger flowed through her. ‘Oh, what I would give to show those two good for nothing excuses for parents what they’re doing to him.’ “He…just has a different way to show his love.”
The colt was silent for a moment. “Well, I hate it.” He said. 
“Yes, I hate it too.” She cooed, rubbing her snout against his head. She pulled back to get a good look at him. His orange mane was a mess and his coat was stained by his tears. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up. You don’t want to go to flight school looking like a mess.”
“But I can’t fly.” Pengy Pie said. 
“Flight school is about more than just flying.” The mare tried to explain.
“It is?” Pengy cocked his head to the side.
“Yes, of course.” The mare smiled. “It’s about giving life your fullest and meeting new ponies. Who knows, maybe you’ll find your special somepony.”
“You think so?” He looked at her with big hopeful eyes.
“I know so.” She kissed his forehead.
The colt smiled and hugged her. “I love you Nana.”
The mare returned the gesture. “I love you too, my special little boy.”
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This is an art trade with 13foxywolf666. Check out her deviantart page. She’s very talented.
(P.S. this is a three parter.)
(P.s.s. This won’t be the last time I write a story for her. What can I say, she’s inspiring.)
(P.s.s.s. Discord is a jerk sometimes.)
(P.s.s.s.s. Pinkie says hi.)

> Part 2: Flight Camp
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A large, yellow, light orange maned, Pegasus stallion stood on top of a cloud. His large, muscular build made him look quite imposing, which was intended. His cutie mark was a lightning bolt striking a red dragon. Storm Cloud took in a deep breath as he surveyed the camp. He exhaled. “Don’t you just love this, my little pony? The fresh air, the calm breeze. Oh, it feels good to relax now and again.”
“Yes, daddy.” A little voice said, hiding underneath him.
Storm Cloud chuckled. He lowered his head to look at her. “Now, Fluttershy. You promised to be brave for me today.” His beloved daughter was always so shy, which he found odd. ‘Why must that mare baby her? How is she supposed to be a tough adventurer if she’s as shy as a bunny?’ 
“I did, daddy.” The filly hugged her father’s leg, afraid to let go. “But I don’t want to go. Can’t I just stay home with mama?”
Storm Cloud frowned. He couldn’t tell her the truth. ‘Well, I could, but she’ll kill me if I tell her…figuratively since she’s…’  “Mama…isn’t feeling so well. She needs some rest.” Fluttershy’s ears flattened against her head. Her father smiled and nuzzled. “But we’ll play a nice game of Risk when we get home. How does that sound?”
“That sounds…nice.” Fluttershy said, offering him a smile. She always loved playing board games.
“Ah, but not as nice as the first time you slay a dragon.” 
“D-d-dragon.” Fluttershy stuttered.
“Oh, yes.” Storm Cloud said, nodding. “And that’s no easy feat. For dragons are huge, scaly beasts that can swallow a whole pony in one gulp.” Fluttershy started to shake in fear. “Why, a single tooth of theirs can be as long as a pony. “ He chuckled. “And their scales are quite thick. You need a rather sharp blade to cut into their hide.”
“Um, dad,” Fluttershy said. “I don’t want to talk about…”
“Of course, not many ponies get close enough to get within striking range,” He continued. “For, you see, dragons can breathe a momentous amount of fire, enough to char even the bravest of ponies.” He shook his head. “Not the best way to go. It’s quite agonizing. I can even recall my fellow’s screams as he went.” He chuckled. “Got a bit singed myself. Jolly good fun.”
“How is that…?”
“Though your mother was a bit peeved, since I ruined her hoof made scarf.” Storm Cloud shrugged. “Oh well, I couldn’t help that. That blasted dragon got the drop on me. Well, I showed him.” 
“Daddy, please…”
“Did I mention there razors sharp claws? Claws sharp enough to slice a pony to ribbons.” Storm Cloud bowed his head. “Like pour, Sir Hasty.”
“You did, daddy. You go on about dragons all the time.”
“Well, I should.” He hugged his daughter close to him. “I want you to be prepared for when you take up my mantle and become and Adventurer.” 
“I don’t want to…”
“And Flight Camp will help set you on that track.” Storm Cloud said. “Why, I learned all my best fighting moves during my own courses.”
“Really daddy?” Fluttershy stopped herself from shaking.
Storm Cloud nodded. “Why yes, I did. What else could I do stop those dreadful bullies.” 
“Bullies?”
“Yes, the horrid lot of them.” He scowled. “Why I had to beat several of them into submission before I graduated.” He tapped his chin. “Or was I thrown out…Oh, yes. I was thrown out, but it was worth it.” He nudged Fluttershy out from under him. “Now, go out there and be the best flier you can be…And when I say that, I mean, make them eat your cloud dust.”
“But dad…”
“And do not worry about the bullies,” Storm Cloud said. “Even though they might be larger and stronger then you, even though they might try and pummel you into submission. Remember this. You are the daughter of Storm Cloud, the mightiest Adventurer of them all. You can take on anypony.”
“Daddy, I don’t wanna….”
Storm Cloud gave her a quick kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be back in an hour to check up on you.” He took off. ‘Well, that went better than expected. I’m sure she’ll get over this shyness quickly enough.’
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Pengy had never felt so nervous in his entire life. Here he was, standing in the middle of flight camp. He’d never thought he’d see this day. How was he going to fly, with his girth and tiny wings? 
There were another dozen pegasi there, both fillies and colts. He recognized one of them as none other than Bruce Mane. Another colt born into a rich family. He had met him a couple of times before. He was nice. He didn’t fear him making fun of his deformities. The other pegasi…’Oh please, oh please just let it be stretches.’ He fidgeted with his tie, as he waited for class to start. 
Just then, the couch, a blue mare, with a green and light green striped mane, came over to the group. Her cutie mark was a trio of what looked like white gleams of light. “Hello class.”
“Hello couch.” The group said.
“It’s good to see you all today.” She said, with a smile. “My name is Sparkling Wonders. I’ll be your flight instructor for this class.”
‘She seems nice.’ Pengy thought, trying to reassure himself that nothing bad would happen.
“Now, since this is your first class,” Sparkling Wonders started. “We will be doing to stretching exercises and talking about flight methods.” Most of the class groaned, but Pengy sighed. ‘Dodged an arrow.’ 
“Oh, thank goodness.” A meek voice said.
Pengy’s ears perked up when he heard her. He couldn’t put his hoof on it, but it sounded as if an angel had just spoken. He turned to his right to spy, a couple of ponies down the line, an angelic yellow mare. Her long pink hair spilled over her face, but didn’t hide her gentle smile. He couldn’t help but stare at her.
Soon enough, couch Wonders started lecturing them on the importance of stretching before flight. How it was needed, or else their wings would cramp up. The little fillies and colts then spent the next thirty minutes stretching and what not. During that whole time, Pengy’s eyes didn’t detract from the strange yellow filly. She was taller than him. Actually, she was taller than most of the ponies in class. She didn’t have her cutie mark yet, which was a relief, since neither did he. ‘So, she won’t pester me about it then.’ All the while, he tried to build up his confidence, so that he could go over to her and say…something. 
“Ugh,” A rainbow maned filly groaned. “This is so boring. I’m never going to get my cutie mark by stretching all day.”
“Be patient, Rainbow Dash.” Sparkling Wonders said. “You’re supposed to take it easy during your first few classes. You can’t just rush into flight unprepared.”
“But I already can fly.” Rainbow Dash said, flapping her wings to hover above the ground. “When are you going to teach us the really cool stuff?”
“A few weeks down the line, deary.” 
“But that’s like, forever.” Rainbow Dash landed.
“It seems like forever now,” Sparkling Wonders told her. “But the weeks will pass by much quicker than you realize.” Rainbow Dash frowned, to which the couch sighed. “Well, I’ll let you all have a fifteen minute break.”
“Alright!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed, zooming up into the air.
Sparkling Wonders sighed and shook her head. The other pegasi took flight as well. Pengy frowned as watched as they flew around, flapping their perfect wings. He sniffled. ‘Why did I have to born with such tiny wings?’ He flapped them a couple of times, but it did nothing. ‘Look on the bright side. You get some more time to yourself.’ 
“Wow,” A green colt said, flying by. “I love flying. I can’t imagine not being able to fly. That must suck. Being stuck on the ground. Unable to stretch their wings. To feel the cool breeze. I just think flying is the most awesome things ever. I pity the pegasi who can’t fly, because they have such hollow lives. I LOVE FLYING!”
Another colt groaned. “We get it. You like flying. Shut up about it.”
“I’m just saying is all.” The green colt crossed his arms.
Pengy’s eyes started to water. He tried flapping his wings again. He noticed a few adults coming along the way, and two of them were his own parents. ‘Why now?’ 
Bruce Mane flew down towards him. “Why doncha fly with us?” He asked.
“I can’t, Mane.” He sniffled.
His mother looked over at him, worriedly. She turned to the couch. “What’s wrong with him?”
“I’m afraid it’s a combination of his short wings and heavy body.” Sparkling Wonders explained.
“Whatever.” His father growled, not even looking his way. “He’s not my fucking kid anyway.” He said the last part under his breath.
“Bruce!” Rainbow Dash called to him. “Come on. I wanna race you.”
“I’m sorry, Pengy.” Bruce said, looking sad for his friend. “I’ll be back soon enough.” He flew off.
Pengy knew it. He was leaving him. Just like everyone else. He sat there crying. His parents weren’t coming to comfort him, since they were too busy discussing something with the couch.
“Are you okay?” A soft, familiar voice said.
Pengy lifted his head up. It was then, that his gaze met hers. His heart thumped repeatedly in his chest. ‘It’s her.’ “No.”
The little filly frowned, before resting beside him. She started to hum a little tune. It was rather soothing and it seemed to lift his spirits. He wiped away the tears from his eyes and looked at her. “Oh, my mother always hummed this little tune when I got sad. I thought it would make you happy.”
“It did.” Pengy smiled, to which she smiled back. “My name’s Pengy.”
“I’m Fluttershy.” She said.
“Why aren’t you flying with the others?” Pengy asked.
Fluttershy hid behind her mane. “Because, I’m not a good flyer.”
“Me neither.” Pengy chirped happily. He never thought he’d live to see the day that he was happy to have his wings.
“Well, then we have something in common.” Fluttershy said.
“Yeah, we do.” 
“I like you Pengy.” She nuzzled him. He was silent, his eyes went out wide and his mouth hung open. “Did I do something wrong?” She lowered her head. “I’m sorry.”
But everything was great. Pengy couldn’t believe it. A filly liked him. A filly liked him. This was the best day of his life. He felt like he could do anything and he knew what he had to do. He jumped to his hooves. “She’s likes me.” He giggled. “She likes me.” He jumped up and down on the cloud, until he jumped high enough, flapping his wings. He felt like he could do it. He knew he was pulling it off…Until he fell back down to the cloud’s surface.
And, for one reason or another, be it a loose cloud condensation, or Pengy was just so heavy, it gave way. Pengy fell through, leaving a hole in his way. “PENGY!” Fluttershy screamed, as she watched her friend plummet, to what looked like his certain doom.

 

> Part 3: Returning Home
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Pengy was falling fast. Faster and farther then he had ever fallen before and that was saying something. Since, when he was a littler colt, Nana would toss him into the air and catch him. He felt so happy then, but he certainly didn’t like the sensation now. For he knew that Nana wasn’t here to catch him this time. 
“NANA!” He screamed, as he plummeted to his death, into the middle of some forest. His eyes were clenched shut, in fear “MOMMY! HELP!” ‘Why now? I just made a new friend. I can’t die now.’ His wings were beating uselessly against his descent, his legs wiggling in the air.
Just as he about to hit the ground, a strange force held him in place. He couldn’t tell what was happening, only that his body felt a tingling sensation. He opened his eyes and gasped at what he saw. He was hovering a few feet off the ground. ‘Am I flying?’ He thought to himself. 
“By jove, that was a close one.” He heard a suave stallions voice say. He looked over to see a green coated unicorn stallion, with a black mane. He was wearing a suit over his torso, of green, yellow and purple, with a bowler hat on top. A cane was locked in place at his side, with a strap. “Are you alright, little one?”
“Yes,” Pengy Pie said, pouting. He had really thought he was flying. “I was doing alright on my own.”
The stallion chuckled. “I could see that.”
Pengy snorted, as he was lowered to the ground. “Thank you, mister.”
“Oh, don’t call me mister.” The stallion raised a hoof. “Just call me by my real name.”
“And what would that be?” 
The stallion used his hoof to lift off his hat, and then bowed. “The Riddler.” Pengy just stared at him. “You haven’t heard of me?” The little colt shook his head. Riddler frowned. “Odd. I might have to pay Cloudsdale a visit one of these days.”
“Dad!” Another voice called out. A small, unicorn colt, about Pengy’s age, came running out. He looked a lot like his father, except his own mane was a dark shade of green. “That was so awesome. You saved him that pegasi.” He was hopping around his father.
Riddler chuckled and put a hoof in front of his son, so as to stop him. “Yes, Quizzler, I did.” He nodded to Pengy. “Why don’t you say hello.”
Quizzler gasped and rushed over to him. “I’ve never seen a Pegasus this close up before.” He walked around him. “Are all pegasi that large?” Pengy startled to sniffle. ‘Even unicorns thinks I’m fat.’ 
“Quizzler!” Riddler glared at his son, to which the little colt shrunk back. “That’s not very nice. Now, say you’re sorry.”
Quizzler lowered his head. “Sorry.”
“That’s okay.” Pengy wiped away a couple of tears.
“The name’s Quizzler by the way.” The little unicorn colt held out a hoof.
“Pengy Pie.” He answered, taking his hoof and shaking it.
Quizzler gasped. “Oh, my gosh. I have a cousin who’s name sounds like that. Although, it’s Pinkie Pie, but don’t they rhyme. Pengy Pie, Pinkie Pie. They sound so similar. Are you related, because I always wanted another colt to play with? Yeah, my cousins are fun, but they’re all girls.”
Pengy couldn’t believe how much energy that this colt had. It was like he could talk forever. He put his hooves over his ears. ‘Oh, my poor head. I don’t think I can take all this.*
“Is your favorite color green? Mine is.”
“Quizzler,” Riddler said, going over to the pair. “That’s enough.”
Quizzler shrunk back, his ears pinned down. “Sorry, dad. I got excited.”
“I know, young one.” Riddler sighed. “Anyways, I think it’s high time…” His ears perked up and shifted around. 
“Is it them?” Quizzler said, getting really excited. Riddler nodded and the unicorn colt squeeled in delight.
“Who’s them?” Pengy asked, rather confused. A part of him wanted to get away from the weird pair.
“Hide.” Riddler said, not answering his question.
But Pengy did as he said, not willing to say no to an adult. His father had taught him that lesson the hard way…A lot. “Quick, follow me.” Quizzler ran full speed into the bushes. It was a good thing that it wasn’t that far away, or Pengy wouldn’t have ever been able to catch up. The two colts hid in the bushes, watching as Riddler stood his ground. ‘Why does he look like he’s about to fight somepony?’
No sooner then he thought that, four unicorn royal guards came bursting through the foliage. “What took you?” Riddler smirked at the gold clad stallions. “I was beginning to think you’d died from exhaustion.”
“Cut the chatter, criminal scum.” The lead unicorn snarled. “Come quietly and face the charges set against you.”
“Well, if you put it that way,” Riddler’s voice dripped heavily with sarcasm. “How can I refuse?” The unicorn’s glare intensified. “Honestly, Stormcloak, lighten up.”
“I’ll lighten up, when I see you behind bars were you belong.” Stormcloak said.
“This is going to be so awesome.” Quizzler whispered. “Dad’s going to whoop their sorry flanks.” Pengy didn’t say anything. His hooves were over his eyes, as he quivered in fear. 
“Now, now Colonel.” Riddler said. “I think you’re overreacting.”
“Overreacting?” Stormcloak snorted. “You’re Equestria’s number one thief, how am I overreacting?”
“Well, by being such a spoiled sport.” Riddler said, not even looking at him. “I mean, you’ve turned this little endeavor into a personal matter. I hardly think that’s fitting.”
“You broke into my house and stole several of my personal items.”
Riddler chuckled. “I did, didn’t I.”
Stormcloak growled. “This is your last chance, Riddler. Come quietly, or we’ll be forced to take you by…”
“Force?” Riddler interrupted him. “Honestly, try not to be so repetitive.” A bright white flash went behind him, to which he quickly bucked the teleporting unicorn, sending him flying backwards. The unicorn guard hit a tree and fell unconscious. “Or predictable.”
“Attack.” Stormcloak yelled to his compatriots. The three other stallions rushed him, their horns ready to piece his hide.
Riddler just smirked, not moving a muscle. At this point, Pengy had taken his hooves away from his eyes. He wanted to yell out to him. To tell him to get out of the way. But, at the last moment, the Riddler pulled out his cane, put it on the ground and then jumped on top, balancing himself, if only for a second. For when one of the unicorns was about to ram the cane, he jumped, lifting it with him. The Riddler smacked the cane right into the back of his head, sending him sprawling to the ground. One of the other guards turned around, but were quickly knocked back, with a swift whack of his cane. The Riddler tackled the other one, disappearing in a flash. No sooner then he left, he appeared several feet above the tree line, letting the guard go. The green thief disappeared again, letting the unicorn fall and smack a tree, slowly sliding down to the ground. 
He finally appeared before Stormcloak, with a mocking grin. “Miss me?”
“You’ve done it this time.” Stormcloak charged. Riddler just laughed and raced off. The other unicorn royal guards finally got up and went after their commander.
When they left, Quizzler jumped out of his hiding place. “Did you see that, Pengy? Did you see that? My dad is so awesome. He was like, ‘I know I’m awesome’, and that big royal bully was like ‘no you’re not’ and then he sends those guys after my dad and he’s like,” All this while, the little colt was making exaggerated moves and sounds to go along with his words. “And he beats them and then the big bad bully chases him. THAT WAS SO AWESOME!”
“Yeah,” Pengy said, shaking a bit in fear as he left the safety of the bushes. He looked around, hoping the guards wouldn’t find them. ‘I don’t wanna go to jail.’ 
“Say,” Riddler said, poking his head out of the bushes. “What are you two colts talking about?”
“DAD!” Quizzler yelled, tacking his father. Both of them started laughing. “You’re so awesome. I saw you beat those loser guards.”
“All in a day’s work.” He ruffled his sons hair.
Pengy frowned when he saw the scene. His father never laughed with him, or even ruffled his hair. Why couldn’t he be shown love like Quizzler got?
“You okay, Pengy?” Quizzler said, walking over to him.
“Yeah, I’m just homesick is all.” He said, telling a half-lie.
“Well, we’ll just have to fix that.” Riddler smiled. “Though, we’ll have to wait till dark.”
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Nana stood in the hallway, looking at some old pictures. The particular sets of pictures that she was looking at showed little Pengy. Ranging from his first bath, to building a stack of blocks. ‘Oh, he was so adorable.’ She couldn’t think about it now. She didn’t want to spend her nights crying, even though she knew she would. A few tears fell down her cheeks. She just wanted to hold that colt one more time and tell him that she loved him.
Nana could hear the wailing calls of her mistress. Of the two parents, his mother was the only one that cared for him. But she was scared of her husband, so she didn’t show it. Now that he was gone, to some business trip ‘That cold hearted scoundrel.’ She had finally let it all out.
The old maid walked into the living room, where her mistress lay sprawled on the couch, bawling.  She blew into another tissue, making a loud snorting sound. She quickly threw it into the small trashcan a few feet away from her. “Nana. I need more tissues.” Nana picked up another box and gave it to her. “Thank you.” She pulled up another one and blew into it.
“Deary, I know that this may seem hopeless, but crying isn’t going to solve anything.”
“Well, what else is there,” Her mistress cried. “My only son is dead.”
“He isn’t dead. You musn’t believe that.”
“I saw it, Nana.” She looked up at her. “I saw the whole in the cloud. He fell to his death and it’s all my fault.”
“It isn’t your fault.”
“Yes, it is.” Her mistress continued. “I was the one who wanted him to go to camp. I thought he’d have a good time there, but all I did was kill him.”
“You didn’t kill him. It was an accident.” Nana placed a hoof on her mistress’s back.
“Yes I did.” She wailed. “I was the one who dragged him out there. I might as well have pushed him off the cloud myself.” She laid her head on the couch and placed her forehooves over her eyes. “I just want my little Pengy back. I want to feel him in my hooves and tell him everything’s going to be alright. I don’t want to be alone with ‘him’.”
Nana rubbed her back for a moment, trying to sooth the grown mares crying. “Please, miss Pie. Don’t go beating yourself up about this.” Just then, the doorbell rang. She sighed when she knew that she’d have to answer it. So, she left the poor mare, crying on the couch, and headed for the door. When she opened it, she saw a large yellow stallion. 
“Hello miss. The name’s Storm Cloud.” The stallion bowed his head. “I came to see if you need any help?”
Nana shook her head. “No. We don’t.”
“Well, I’d very much like to talk with the mare of the house.”
“She’s not in the best of moods.”
Storm Cloud nodded. “I know, but I would very much like to help out. I am a trained adventurer you know. I can find any pony in no time.” He looked down. “Isn’t that right, Fluttershy?”
“Yes, daddy.” A little voice said. Nana looked down and saw what may have been the cutest filly she ever did see.
“Well, why don’t you two come in.” Nana said, ushering them inside with a hoof. 
“Thank you kindly.” The stallion and his daughter walked inside. They all quickly went into the living room, where miss Pie was crying her eyes out.
Fluttershy gasped and trotted over. “Umm, miss. Don’t be sad.” The grown mare ignored her. “If it makes you feel any better, I miss him too.” The filly started to sniffle. “I was there when he fell. And I couldn’t do anything, because I can’t fly.” Tears started pouring down her cheeks. “I’m sorry.”
Out of nowhere, the mare grabbed the girl and hugged her tight. “Hey!” Storm Cloud walked over, but what could he do. Interrupting two crying mares was not a good idea. Especially, when he sucked at making ponies feel better. 
The doorbell rang again, so Nana went to answer it. When she did, she saw a grown  green unicorn stallion with a yellow question mark cutie mark. She looked to see a smaller unicorn colt similar to the older stallion, but had dark green hair, a lighter green coat, and his question mark cutie mark was black. She found it odd that they were standing on a cloud, but they were unicorns. ‘Pesky critters. Why can’t they just let nature be?’ “Hello, madam. I was wondering if this is the residence of a colt by the name of ‘Pengy Pie’?”
“Yes, it was.” She sniffled.
“Nana!” she heard a familiar voice cry out. 
She looked to see Pengy rush up to her. She couldn’t hold her tears anymore. She let them loose as she nuzzled him. “Oh, thank Celestia you’re alright.” She turned around. “Miss pie, he’s here.”
Not another second passed by, before the mistress of the house rushed up and picked up her son. She hovered in the air, nuzzling and kissing his head. “Oh, my sweet son. My little Pengy wengy. Don’t ever do that to me again. Please never again.”
“I won’t mom.” Pengy sniffled, smiling up at her. “Falling wasn’t any fun.”
“No.” She chuckled. “I suppose not.” She put her son down and looked over to the stallion. “How can I ever repay you?”
“Well, madam.” He bowed, taking off his hat. “An outing with you would suffice.”
She blushed. “B-b-but…”
She was cut off, when raised her hoof and kissed it. “Maybe I’ll let you think on it.”
“I don’t even know you’re name.” 
“Riddler, and what, pray tell, is yours?”
“Cutie Pie.” She squeeked out, hiding behind her mane. 
“It fits.” He smirked. “Well, I must be off. Say goodbye, Quizzler.”
“Goodbye, miss Pie.” The little colt waved at her, smiling. She waved back, before the two disappeared in a flash.
Meanwhile, inside, Fluttershy was hugging Pengy Pie. “I’m so sorry. I should have caught you.”
“There’s no problem.” Pengy said, trying to calm her. “I’m fine.”
Fluttershy pulled back. “You sure.”
Pengy smiled and nuzzled her, to which she blushed. “I’m sure.” He answered. “Hey, you want to play a game?” Fluttershy smiled and nodded. He pressed a hoof to her nose. “Tag, you’re  it.” He took off as fast as his hooves could take him. Fluttershy laughed and took off after him.
“Well,” Storm Cloud huffed. “That was anti-climactic.” He smiled though, when he saw his little girl having so much fun. “But at least somepony’s enjoying themselves.” 
“Yeah,” Cutie Pie smiled as well, a small blush on her cheek, as she thought of the handsome stallion that saved her son. 
Nana came up between the pair. “Things have certainly took a turn for the best.” The others nodded.