> Tech Savvy
>  by BoltTheColt
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> Chapter 1: Finding Friends in New Places
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					Chapter 1: Finding Friends in New Places

“ Are we there yet?” the little colt uttered for what seemed like the 1000th time.

“Rivet, does it look like we are anywhere near civilization?” answered the stallion. Rivet glanced around, taking in the beautiful rolling hills and numerous forested areas of the Equestrian country-side. True, there were no houses that could be seen, but this little trip of theirs was starting to wear on the little pony, which was strange considering he was more of an outdoors pony than his brother. Yet he marched on, determined to reach their destination.

“ No, I guess not. Sorry Bolt…” the colt answered sheepishly. This just made Bolt feel worse than he already was. For the past three days they had marched onward, Rivet oblivious to the reason why until only a day ago. To make a long story short, Bolt was in dire need of an intervention, or so his parents greatly exaggerated. Bolt grew up as your average foal, nothing really special happening in his life until he reached that oh-so-awkward teenager stage. Bolt never had too many friends, and the ones he did grew more and more distant as the years went on. He became more and more reclusive, staying inside after school and tinkering with his carving kit he’d gotten as a present on Hearth’s Warming Day 15 years ago. After his brothers birth, Bolts parents hoped this would bring the young stallion out of his slump, and it worked for the most part. Bolt loved his brother more than anything in the world, and tried to teach him all the little games he had learned (and nearly forgotten) as a little colt. This made Bolts parents extremely happy, but they soon realized something. While great for the night life and happily grown (and rich) mares and gentilcolts, Fillydelphia was no place to raise their children the right way. So it was with heavy hearts that they gave Bolt some saddlebags, a marked map leading to a very distant town, and told him to take Rivet with him. Bolt was confused, not to mention very upset, but complied with their wishes. Rivet was also confused, but seemingly more accepting of what Bolt called “ The Great Exile”.
Bolt reflected on all this, and saw that his parents had meant well, even though they had sent him away from the only home he had ever known. 

To break the tension, Bolt finally said, “ Sorry for snapping, Rivet. It’s just… its been so long since we’ve seen anypony and…” he trailed off.

“It’s okay Bolt. I was just wondering if we were close, is all,” replied the colt. That was what Bolt loved about his brother. Almost nothing bothered him, an ability he wished he could emulate. 

“You’ll know when we’re there, Rivet. They say you can see Canterlot from anywhere in the town.”

“Hey Bolt, why do we look so different?” asked the colt, seemingly not caring about the previous question or answer, an ability Bolt found a bit annoying.

“Well…” Bolt trailed off, trying hard to come up with an answer. To be honest, Bolt had no idea why he and his brother differed so greatly. Bolt was a light storm cloud grey with a messy black mane and tail, his blue eyes holding a small sparkle (of madness or genius, he and Rivet could never agree on). Rivet, however, was a charcoal black with snow white mane and tail, deep purple eyes, and an odd white spot around his right eye. Sure, almost all siblings looked a little different, but for as long as he had been alive, nopony at first ever believed Bolt when he claimed Rivet was his brother. “Well, sometimes siblings just look different.”

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense,” Rivet said, obviously not pleased with the answer. “Bolt, what does your cutie mark have to do with carpentry, anyway?”
Bolt gave a deep sigh at this oft asked question. Ok, yes, I can see where ponies would get confused, you don’t see statue crafters and carpenters using a screw driver and wrench on stone and wood, but COME ON! How many times do I have to explain myself! “Rivet, like I’ve told you before, it doesn’t have anything to do with just carpentry. My talent is creating. That includes statues, houses, air balloons; anything that can be built, I can build it,” Bolt replied, saying the last bit with a small smile. He knew he was capable of building just about anything. Rivet had always doubted that, and it showed.

“So, can you create life?” the little colt rebutted with a winning smirk.

“ Given the resources, yes, yes I could.” Bolt knew he was lying, but he hated it when Rivet won an argument. The only weapon against his smarty pants brother’s logic was a bit of illogic. Rivet looked like he was ready to continue the argument when something caught his eye. He stopped in his tracks, mouth agape at some far-off interest. “What? Cat got your tongue? Rivet? Rivet! What are you looking at-” Bolt stopped dead as he saw what had caught his brothers attention.

In the distance, on the tallest mountain either brother had ever seen, sat the capitol city of Canterlot, Celestia’s great castle nestled in the middle. It’s amazing, Bolt thought. Those towers are giant, way bigger than any sky scrapper I’ve seen in Fillydelphia. I wonder if the princess would let me examine the schematics? So much history! It’s…It’s…

“Tacky,” Rivet said, the look of wonder replaced with boredom. Aaaannnnddd the magic of the moment is dead.

“Jeez, Rivet, does anything hold your interest?!” Rivet appeared to think over the question before giving a small I-don’t-know shrug. How ARE we related? The stallion gave an exasperated sigh as they continued on their trek. It was only a few minutes later that their final stop came into view: the sleepy little town of Ponyville. The town seemed to glow with happiness and sunshine, and a few ponies could be seen working in and around the numerous thatch-roofed buildings. Well, this place does look like a nice town to raise Rivet. Then again, he’ll probably scare everyone off with his cynicism and unending questions, Bolt thought, his small frown a blight on this bright and happy day.

“Hey, what’s that?” Rivet pointed to the sky, his mouth once again hanging open. The elder brother glanced in the direction of the hoof and saw it: what appeared to be a moving rainbow. Rainbows don’t move, at least, they don’t move in Filly. The rainbow danced about the sky, doing loops and figure-eights before disappearing behind a cloud. The rainbow then burst through the cloud and flew at a break-neck speed… right at the brothers!
“Rivet, look out!” Bolt shouted, pushing the colt out of the way moments before the rainbow collided with him head-on. “Ahhh, sweet Celestia, that hurt!” the stallion moaned, flat on his back and holding his pounding head. He wasn’t the only victim of this incident. Rocking back and forth on her hooves, a Pegasus mare was struggling to keep her balance.

“ Bolt, are you okay? Hey you, what was that for!?” Rivet shouted at the stallion and mystery mare. Bolt opened his eyes and took her in. He now knew what the rainbow had been, as the cyan Pegasus had the flashiest mane he had ever seen, ever color of the spectrum dancing about on her head and tail. He righted himself and walked over the still-disoriented flyer. She gave her head a small shake and looked at the approaching stallion.

“Hey, sorry ‘bout that, I guess I just wasn’t paying attention to where I was flying. No hard feelings, right?” she said with a little smirk. Oh no, no problem at all. I’m sure my concussion won’t have ANY ill effects on me at all.

“Yeah, never better. Hey, you know about Ponyville, right?”
“Sure, I know it like the back of my wings! What are ya looking for?”
“It’s a little shop call the ‘Steel Colt Workshop’. You know where it is?”
“Uh, yeah, you see, once you get into town, you take a…left at the gazebo, then…uh…” the mare went on and on, obviously not knowing where the shop was. Bolt let her continue, not wanting to call her out on her lack of knowledge.
When she finally finished, the stallion could only barely remember any of the mostly wrong directions. “Uh, thanks Miss…”
“Names Dash. Rainbow Dash. Remember that name, ‘cause everypony in Equestria is gonna know it!” With that, she sprang into the sky and, true to her name, dashed away. Conceited much? Meh, maybe I can find someone in town that’ll help. Bolt looked around for Rivet, but saw him already at the entrance to Ponyville.
“Rivet, hold on! Wait! Mom and Dad will kill me if you get lost!” the shouting barely slowing the little colt as he disappeared into a crowd, Bolt breaking into a gallop towards the town. The elder brother was now deep in the crowd, whipping his head back and forth looking for his missing sibling. After five minutes of searching, Bolt began to lose hope, until he heard his brother laughing. He trotted towards the sound and finally caught a glimpse of Rivet and- No way. No no no no no, that’s not possible. Was that a… a… a dragon? Dragons don't exist... at least, I thought they didn't! The stallion stumbled at the sight, but righted himself and continued his great charge after his oblivious brother. He was almost on top when-WHAM- Bolt ran into the second hardest object he had ever known: a bright pink pony with what looked like cotton candy for hair.
“Hiya! Hey, you’re new, aren’t you? I know what can cure that big ‘ol bumpy wumpy and that li’l frowny face. A GREAT BIG PARTY!” The stallion was blown back by the overwhelming amount of joy and happiness(and that voice way too strong for a mare like this). Bolt was part angry at losing Rivet, part overjoyed that he was already invited to a party, and part confused as the bubbling pink mare had appeared out of thin air right in his path.
“Uh, great, that sounds great. Say, you didn’t see a little black colt and a dragon run by, did you?”
“You didn’t see a little black colt and a dragon run by, did you?” the pony shouted back, the already giant smile on her face growing bigger.
“Wait, what?” Bolt uttered, now fully confused at this very strange mare.
“You told me to say ‘You didn’t see a little black colt and a dragon run by, did you?’ and I did! My turn! Ok, say sarsaparilla mystery cake!”
“Sarsa-what now? Look, did you or did you not see my little brother? Please, I need to find him!” Bolt begged, hoping he could penetrate this mares thick headed personality.
“Oh yeah, I saw him! He and Spike ran back to Twilight’s house to play. I can take you there!” Finally, he had gotten through to her. Hopefully Rivet was alright.
“Okay, lead the way…”
“I’m Pinkie Pie, party planner EXTRAORDINAIRE!”
“Right… anyway, thanks for the help Ms. Pie, you’re a life saver,” the stallion said as he breathed a sigh of relief. I bet this was just a rough start. All I need to do is follow Ms. Pie and me and Rivet can finally settle down for some relaxation. Things can only get better from here.
“No silly, I’m made of flesh and other gooey stuff, not rubber and air! Okay, maybe a little bit of air, but not a lot. Can you imagine being made of air? I bet you could go anywhere! If I was air, I’d go up to Cloudsdale and visit that rainbow factory again, maybe they’d let me get some in a jar and take it home. Do you like rainbows? I love rainbows, especially after it rains, even though that’s usually only when rainbows happen, except when my friend Rainbow Dash flies around, then there’s always a rainbow! Ooh, ooh, and, and…” I lied. It can totally go WAY more downhill than it already is.

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After what seemed like two hours, Bolt and the perpetually partying pony Pinkie Pie finally arrived at the Ponyville Library.
“…and then I said ‘No way, cupcakes are totally baby cakes, and I have proof!’ and Ms. Cake said, ‘Now Pinkie, for the last time, that was just a fake cake filled with cupcakes.’ and I was all like-”
“Pinkie, please, for the love of all that is good in the world, please just stop talking!” Bolt gasped, his eyes now twitching uncontrollably for the last half-hour. Please please please, just for one minute, that’s all I’m asking, just one minute of peace and quiet! In retrospect, I should have slipped away after we visited Sugar Cube Corner for the 12th time, but then I would have been lost, and Pinkie is just trying to help, but dear Celestia, I think my brain is going to implode!
“Hey look, we made it! I told you I could take you there!” Bolt managed to stop his eye twitching long enough to see his brother and the dragon (Spike, I presume) playing outside with what looked like little figurines. They both looked up at the sound of Pinkie’s voice, and Rivet waved as if nothing had even happen. Oh just you wait. When we get to the shop, you’re unpacking everything. Wait… since when did Rivet play with toys!? Nothing holds his attention for more than a few minutes, so how did this Spike manage it? Hmm, maybe I can drop him off here while I work? That’d keep him out of trouble.
“Hey Rivet! Didn’t you here me calling!? You had me worried you’d been foal napped.”
“By who, Spike? He’s a year younger than me! Besides, I can take care of myself just fine,” the colt rebuked, wearing his ever present smirk.
“That’s no excuse! You know I’m responsible for you, and if this is going to work, I need your cooperation. That is… unless you want to go back to Filly…” Bolt replied, putting as much ominous power as he could into that last sentence. It seemed to not work at first, but Rivet’s smirk soon turn into a frown, his eyes losing their spark of rebellion. That’s what I thought. Now, if we could just- 
“Spike, is that little ponies brother here yet?” called a mysterious voice, followed by the libraries front door opening.

At that moment, Bolt was struck dumbfounded. Out of the doorway cantered a light purple unicorn, her indigo mane flowing in a sudden gust of wind, her eyes instantly drawn to him. “Ah, you must be Rivet’s brother! You must be so glad he’s alright. I was a bit confused when Spike brought home a friend, but he said you’d come for him. Oh, by the way, I’m Twilight Sparkle, and it’s a pleasure to meet you!” Twilight stood there awaiting a response, but Bolt was tongue-tied. Just say something, ANYTHING, don’t just stand there like an idiot! Curse this selective shyness! Why does this happen when I meet the first pony that hasn’t bashed my head in. The gears in the stallion’s head finally began cranking, but all he could utter was a pathetic “Hi.”
“Um, hello? Well, uh, you know my name, so you have me at a disadvantage. What’s your name?”
“Hi,” was all Bolt could say. No no no no, you’re blowing it in front of the cute unicorn! Do some- cute? Where did that come from!? Ok brain, that’s not funny. Stop putting words in my metaphorical mouth! While Bolt struggled to come up with a sentence more complex than three words, Twilight could only stare in confusion as the stallion waged an unseen war with his psyche.
“Uh, well, if you have other business to attend to, then I’ll just-”
“NO WAIT!” the stallion roared, knocking back all except the still-bouncing  Pinkie Pie. Everyone gave him a confused look, Twilight looking about ready to jump out of her skin. “Oh… sorry, it’s just that… well… I get a bit nervous around some ponies. Sorry for being a little weird,” the stallion giving a little sheepish grin.
“I-it’s okay. I kind of know how to deal with a shy pony.” said the beautiful ( BEAUTIFUL! That‘s it, brain, you‘re going into time out. You too, hormones!) purple unicorn.
“Also, my name is Bolt. Me and Rivet are from Fillydelphia. It’s been a long trip, but I think it’s paid off,” said the still nervous stallion.
“Ooh, I’ve never been to Fillydelphia! I read that a lot of great ponies come from there! Do you know anyone famous?” questioned Twilight. I can’t tell if she’s serious or not. Filly is one of, if not the most boring city in Equestria. Then again, she does look interested.
“Well, my dad, Jack, and his brother Sledge run the Hammer Bros. carpenter store. They’ve built a lot buildings in Filly and Manehattan, but other than them, no, I don’t really know anypony famous.” It was a weak answer, and probably not the one she wanted, but Twilight still looked interested.
“Wow, so you’re family must be rich! I read that a lot of carpenters make A LOT of money!” Bolt wanted to give her a positive answer, but that would mean lying.
“Actually, we’re kinda not doing so well. Dad hasn’t gotten a contract in awhile, so we’ve kinda just been floating by,” Bolt said, his fake grin faltering. She didn’t need to know that, why bother telling her. Not only does she think you’re awkward, now she knows you’re almost flat broke. This just gets better and better. Yet, Twilight looked like she was genuinely saddened by his sentence.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I hope things go better for your parents. Say, if you want, you could stay for some tea.” The resulting “YES!” came almost before Twilight was finished. “Good, plus, I can introduce you to my other friends. I see you already met Pinkie!” said Twilight gleefully.
“Yeah, we’re pretty acquainted…” muttered Bolt as they walked into the library. I’ve probably had enough of Pinkie to last a lifetime. Still, she promised a party, and that’ll be the best way to start out me and Rivet’s new life. Plus, I’m making some more friends right now! Ok, I’m sure that things can only get better from here on out. Sure as sure can be. Ok, maybe a little doubtful…


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“…and this is Fluttershy!” exclaimed Twilight, finally finished introducing every pony in her residence. Fluttershy only gave a small intelligible murmur as an answer, before ducking behind her chair. So, we got Ms. Fashionista a.k.a Rarity, an apple farmer by the name of Applejack, the somewhat rude yet apparently loyal Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie: Perfect Party Planner, the lovely Twilight(Braaaaaaiiiiinnnn!), and the just as shy as me Fluttershy. I gotta say, you probably couldn’t find a stranger group of friends, but I shouldn’t complain, considering I have few and far between.
“Once again, it was a pleasure to meet you all, and I hope we become the best of friends!” Bolt said happily, the smile on his face the first genuine one in months. The girls all return the smile, even Fluttershy popped back up to give a quick grin before anxiety took hold and she threw herself to the ground. “Now, I don’t wish to bother you anymore, Ms. Sparkle. You’ve been a gracious host, and I thank you, but Rivet and I must be going before it gets too late.”
“Well, if you must, then I cannot hold you back any longer. Maybe in the morning, we could get together for breakfast and I can show you about town. Though, I’m sure Pinkie already showed you the majority of it,” she said with a little chuckle. Nope, she only showed me every eatery over a dozen times. Breakfast? Sure, why not, I mean, it’s not like it’s a date, though a date would be great. I wonder if she likes roses- Ok, hormones, I realize you’re the main culprit here, but BRAIN, you’re the one listening to him. THINK before you… well… think. Nah, Twilight prefers tulips to roses, unless they’re blue roses, then she absolutely LOVES them! Hey, who said that!? Oh, no. It’s happened. I’ve finally gone crazy, and my other personality is a relationship expert… wait… that’s not a bad thing! Thank you, whoever you are! No problemo! Besides, I did show you more than just places to eat. Also, you might want to say something. The girls are getting pretty impatient and Twilight’s giving you this funny stare! What? Wait, PINKIE!? Wha- how are you in my head!? It’s easy-peasy-lemon squeasy! I just gotta concentrate and-POOF- I’m in your head! One last thing. You might want to speed this part up a bit. It’s starting to drag, and people will probably be bored or confused and most likely stop reading. You gotta keep it exciting, like maybe add a wild cart chase or something like that. People love wild cart chases! What!? What people!? What are people!? Bolt finally came back to his senses and realized that a very long, awkward silence had fallen over the room.
“Heh, sorry about that. Sometimes, I have these little conversations with myself, and they kinda… just keep going. Heh…” Twilight appeared to buy the very lame and strange excuse.
“So, about eight o’clock?” the unicorn questioned. Bolt gave a simple nod, afraid his inner monologues might spill out if he even opened his mouth. He looked at Rivet and gave a small jerk of his head toward the door. The colt got the idea, gave everypony a goodbye hug, and trotted after his elder brother, who was already waiting outside. As they made their way from the library, Bolt realized he still had no idea where the Steel Colt was. As if reading his mind, Rivet said,
“Twilight said to keep walking forward from her house, then take the second path on the right. The Colt will be right there.” Bolt gave a sigh of relief, glad he wouldn’t have to walk back and make a foal of himself. As if on queue, Rivet followed up with, “You like her, don’t you?”
“What? Who?” the stallion replied, already knowing that his brother had him in a choke hold.
“You know who. Just admit it, I’m right and you like her,” he said with that accursed winning smirk. Bolt knew he had lost.
“Fine, yes, I like her. What’s it to you?” Bolt answered, his anger flaring up.
“She likes you, too. Just thought you’d want to know,” Rivet said, nonchalantly. Bolt’s anger instantly fizzled and died, now replaced with a mix of anxiety and joy.
“What? How do you know? If anything, she’s probably glad to be rid of me.”
“That’s what she may have sounded like to you, but her body language said otherwise. When ever you talked to any other pony, you were relaxed. Yet, when you talked to her, both of you tensed up and began sweating, plus, your lips would tremble every now and then. Easy things to spot, if you’re looking hard enough.” Bolt was a bit stunned. His brother had done this often at home, picking two ponies out at the little parties their dads’ business threw every year and always knowing they would eventually end up together, whether it be at the party, or a month down the road. He was always correct, and now he was using his bizarre talent on Bolt. The stallion felt a little better, knowing his abrupt crush on a stranger was somewhat mutual. 
“Well… thanks for the information. Maybe it’ll make things a little easier between the two of us,” Bolt said, feeling sleep finally pull at his legs ,causing him to stumble occasionally. The brothers continued on in silence, making the turn on the second street on the right, and there it stood.

The Steel Colt Workshop was a sight to behold. Some pony had found it funny to build the workshop as a giant toolbox, complete with giant, not to mention pointless, tools sticking out of the top. What made the whole thing strange was that the sign hanging over the door bore the same image of Bolt’s cutie mark, as if it had belonged to nopony but himself. Though somepony probably just put it up recently. That doesn’t bother me, though. What does is that I needed help to find the shop that looks like a giant BUCKIN’ red toolbox! I could have found it without directions! I wouldn’t have had to waste two hours with Miss Party Expert! The stallion stopped there, too tired to continue his mental putdown. Bolt found the key under the mat (Ooh, that‘s original), unlocked the door, and stepped into his new business. The inside was lit with numerous candles, though there was also plenty of strange white gems placed in holders all throughout the main workshop, all of them giving off a strong glow. To the right of the door was the main desk, where all orders were taken in and processed. The rest of the main room was enormous and empty, save for several toolboxes and power tools strewn about. Off to the far left was a simple wooden door, obviously the bedroom. Bolt ignored everything and made a beeline for the door, ready to finally sleep in a bed for the first time since he and Rivet had began their trek. Upon opening the door, Bolt was even more overjoyed to find that he and Rivet not only had separate beds, but that they were large enough to hold four full grown stallions. I’m in heaven. This is going to be the best experience of my life. I get to work hard, earn some bits, hang out friends(!!!), and sleep like a prince.
“Whoa, those are GIGANTIC! I might get lost in one of those!” the younger brother yelled, sleep finally calling to him, too.
“Yeah, they sure are. Alright Rivet, make sure to get some good sleep, because tomorrow, we begin our life as responsible adults. We're going to have to make our own money, buy our own food, and make sure we don’t go bankrupt in a week. Now, I’m going to need some help, so I’m putting off your school registration for a few days, but don’t think you won’t have to go back eventually,” Bolt said with as much authority as he could manage. It didn’t do much.
“Awwww, can I pleeeeeease just stay in the shop? I promise I’ll work extra hard. Please? I’ll… I’ll make all our meals and… and… everything!” the little colt whined, obviously displeased at the thought of going back to school. This little chink in Rivet’s otherwise impenetrable armor of coolness caught Bolt off-guard. Rivet never whines. Sometimes hard to remember he’s just a kid. What could be bothering him that much? 
“What’s the matter with school? I thought you loved learning new things?” Rivet looked down at his hooves, obviously holding back some truth. Finally, he came clean.
“Remember all the friends I said I’d made? Those were just with the teachers. All the other colts and fillies laughed at me and called me an ‘egghead’. They made me miserable. Can’t I just stay with you, please?” Bolt was surprised by the sudden out pour of emotion. In truth, Bolt had always striven to be more like Rivet, but the ability of friendly conversation always managed to escape him. Now his brother had come clean, admitting he had no friends his age, no one to play with or invite over for a sleep-over. Bolt realized that the signs had always been there, but Rivet always diverted the questions back at the asker, always hiding his misery in arguments. The elder brother was now struggling to come up with the right thing to say to his brother, who now looked on the verge of tears.
“Hey, now. Shhhhh, it’s alright, Rivet. Just calm down,” Bolt said softly, trying to emulate his mothers soothing voice. “ Look, I can’t let you go uneducated. You have to go to school. But I promise you, just be yourself, and you’ll find some friends, just like that!” Rivet sniffled and looked up at his big brother, a smile growing larger by the second.
“ You *sniff* mean it? You really think it’ll be *sniff* that easy?”
“Think so? I know so! Now, lets get some sleep. Big day ahead, remember?” That seemed to at least calm Rivet down a bit, much to Bolts joy. Kid had it rougher than I thought. But I know he’ll do alright. They may have been adults, but he had ten times the amount of friends I had. Rivet trotted over to his bed, pulled the covers back, and hopped into the hay-filled monster. Bolt cantered over, tucked him in, and gave Rivet a good night kiss on the forehead. As he blew out the candles and found the switch that dimmed the gems, Bolt already heard the quiet snores of his little brother. Bolt smiled, glad that he didn’t have to live out here alone, probably just as friendless as he was back in Fillydelphia. As he pulled his covers up and sunk into the extremely comfortable bed, thoughts raced through the stallions mind. This is weird, not wishing mom and dad goodnight. I hope we can make them proud. This is just so crazy! I actually have friends! At least, I hope we’re friends. And Twilight! If Rivet is right, I might have that special somepony the colts and fillies at my old school always talked about. Please let it be true. Please let it be true. Please let… it… be true. Please… It was then that Bolt drifted off to sleep, images of beautiful purple unicorns and shy grey earth ponies dancing in his head.

> Chapter 2: Parties and Paperwork
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					Chapter 2: Parties and Paperwork

“ No please, call me ‘Sir Boltington’, m’lady…” mumbled Bolt, obviously still stuck in his grand dreams. Rivet considered waking him, but knew better than that, since Bolt’s personality seemed to completely change when he was woken up abruptly, from nice, sweet, and awkward, to an unbridled rage that would make even a dragon turn tail and flee. The younger brother glanced at the miniature grandfather clock that separated the duo’s beds, seeing that his brother had now slept in for an hour and a half, the hands showing it was now 8:30. Lets see,  face the full fury of my cranky brother, or be reprimanded for not waking him up in time for his ‘meeting’ with Twilight? I guess I’ll take death over humiliation any day.
With the decision made, Rivet cantered over to the stallion’s bed side, tapped him on the forehead, and whispered “ Bolt, you’re late for your date with Twilight.”


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Sir Boltington was just about to plant a kiss on the lovely lady T. Sparklemores lips, when the café they were sitting in began to shake violently. Just as soon as the quake began, it stopped. Then, the skies tore open to reveal… the ceiling of Bolt and Rivet’s bedroom. M’lady, nooooooo!, thought Bolt as he realized he’d probably never get that dream back. Ok, Rivet, you are going to PAY for ruining that… wait… what time is it? Bolt looked up at their little grandfather and saw it was now 8:34.
“Holy Pegasus feathers, I’m late! I-I’ve never been late in my life! Rivet, quick! Grab me a saddlebag and some of those contracts, I need to get them signed and proofed before they’re valid and… oh sweet Celestia, I forgot about Twilight!” Rivet had never seen his brother this distressed, and wanted to calm him, but could only hold back a giggle as Bolt dashed about, trying to neatly stack the contracts, something nearly impossible with hooves, and open his saddlebag at the same time, all while balanced on his left rear leg. Bolt saw the little colt would be of no use, so continued packing much quicker than before, shoving the building contracts into the saddlebag at such a furious rate that half shot right back out. After finally putting the last stray contracts into the bag, Bolt gave a sigh of relief, then quickly gave Rivet the meanest stare he could muster in his state of exhaustion. “Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” mumbled the still-half asleep stallion. Rivet simply stared at his brother in disbelief. Ok, yeah, my bad for sleeping in, but it’s not like I was going to beat you senseless… at first. Before he could give an answer, Bolt stumbled into the bathroom, filled the sink to the brim, and dunked his whole head into the ice cold water. His head flew back faster than a speeding Pegasus, his eyes wide with shock. Now fully awake, Bolt opened the bedroom door and trotted through the immense warehouse-like main room to the front door. Bolt was glad to see Rivet following along, knowing he was going to need a lot of help for the day ahead. “Ready for a fun day of contract validation?” questioned the elder brother to the younger.
“ Oh boy, I can’t wait,” said the sarcastic colt. “Then we get to wait for the other ponies to realize we exist, come to our store, and see if they need a new bird fountain or garden gnome, right?” Ya know, I felt sorry for you last night, little brother. Not so much now. Bolt only gave Rivet a small look of annoyance before opening the door… and walking right into the out-raised hoof of Twilight Sparkle. Both Rivet and Twilight were surprised to see each other. Bolt, however, was on the ground holding back cries of anguish, as Twilight’s hoof had gone right into his left eye.
“ Oh, no! Bolt, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” cried Twilight. From surprise to hysterics in seconds. I sure know how to pick them, thought Bolt as he tried to control his rapid blinking.
“I’m alright, it’s ok, Ms. Sparkle. Just calm down,” said the stallion in a soothing tone. “Besides, it’s my fault for not looking where I was going.” he lied. Twilight seemed to calm down a small bit, but still seemed upset from nearly poking her new friends eye out. Bolt got back to his hooves, shook the dust off, and gave the biggest smile he could manage. “So, ready for our dat-I mean, breakfast meeting?” Oh, I really hope she didn’t catch that last bit. I’m already awkward enough, I don’t need to screw up in front of Twilight. 
“Yeah, it’s not any place fancy, just a little café.” said the unicorn as the trio began walking towards the center of town. Café? Could it be… M’lady, are thou trying to tell me in code? *sigh*… I really am weird, aren’t I? Bolt began trying to recall what his dream had been about, while Rivet and Twilight discussed whatever came to mind.
“So, your cutie mark means that you’re an expert at magic?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say ‘expert’, but, yes, my special ability is magic.”
“That’s not what I heard…” said the colt, laying his trap.
“What have you heard!?” questioned the mare, now just as nervous as before. Rivet knew he had her now.
“Oh, you know, the little magic show Pinkie told me about…” 
“Look, it was just an Ursa Minor, and besides, if I didn’t do something, it would have destroyed the whole town!” she said in an outpour of nervousness.
“Whoa, an Ursa Minor!? For real?” questioned Rivet, actually surprised by the answer. Twilight’s eyes went bulged out, realizing she had been tricked into revealing a feat she wasn’t that happy about. Her eyes then narrowed, a small smirk appearing on her face. 
“Pretty tricky, Rivet. You know, you could be a professional interrogator. You seem like the kind of pony that would get the most fun out of it.” Rivet thought about the idea for a few seconds, then simply shrugged. “What do you think, Bolt?” she asked, noticing that the stallion had been quiet the whole time. 
“Wah?” said Bolt, snapping out of his daze.
Twilight gave a small giggle, then questioned, “What do you think Rivet’s special talent will be?” Bolt thought over the question, then gave the same answer as Rivet: a simple shrug. The unicorn’s eyes narrowed, which caused Bolt to rethink his answer, for the sake of his crush.
“Uh, what I mean is… well… I think his special ability will have to do with reading other ponies body language, so… well, I don’t really know what ability that would pertain to.” Ok, not a great answer, but I honestly don’t know what Rivet could do. Heh, maybe he’ll become a love doctor... 
The trio had arrived at the little café, each ordering a hay muffin, while Bolt and Twilight ordered some tea. After they had settled in, Twilight got down to business, explaining the layout of Ponyville and some of the major stops he had to visit. Well, I’m sure I have Sugar Cube Corner down, plus the library, but I should check out the Apples farm. If there’s anything I love more than building, it’s apples. Ooh, I wonder if they have those rainbow ones, what were they called… Bolt’s thoughts trailed off as he remembered the one task that still loomed in front of him.
“Twilight, this has been a lovely breakfast, but I have to get going. You see, I have these contracts to fill out before the business can get up and running, so…” he trailed off, hoping the unicorn understood. Twilight seemed to register his meaning, and Bolt was just leaving his tip when a spark appeared in the mares eyes, who bolted up and jumped in his way.
“You know, Bolt, I’m technically licensed to sign those forms. You can just come back to the library and we’ll get all of them approved.” she said cheerfully, her big grin giving Bolt an even bigger grin. Wow, that’s pretty nice of her! I can get the forms signed, we can continue this beautiful morning together, then… why is she still giving me that smile? The trio had began cantering towards Twilight’s house, the grin still on her face, though now it looked strained. Ok,Twilight, starting to creep me out a bit… After a few minutes, they arrived at the library, Twilight opening the door and inviting the brothers in, the big grin now quivering with what looked like pain.
“Uh, Ms. Sparkle, is everything alright?” questioned the stallion.
“Oh, I’m fine, and please Bolt, call me Twilight. Only business colts call me ‘Ms. Sparkle’.” replied the mare, her smile finally relaxing. Bolt removed his saddlebag and pulled the contracts out with his mouth. Huh, that’s strange. I only remember grabbing a few. Oh, no… Bolt dropped the contracts on the nearest table, realizing he’d grabbed all 250 papers.
“Uh, Twilight? I guess I brought all the contracts with me by accident. I just need you to sign a dozen or so, though.”
“Nonsense! You’re already here, so I might as well approve them all!” she exclaimed gleefully, that strange, strained grin returning to her face.  Bolt tried to protest, but his friend would have none of it. She began the signing process, something that, even with magic, would take almost two hours to complete. Boredom soon took hold of the brothers, who began wandering about the library, looking for something interesting to read. Bolt found the section on great inventors, but was immediately disappointed to find there was only one book about Princess Celestia, and a foals book at that.
“Is Celestia really the only great inventor? There had to have been some other pony.” Bolt said, looking back at the busy Twilight. She kept her head down, still signing away.
She eventually replied, saying “Well, she has created a lot of modern technology that we use everyday. She designed the most effective way to build buildings, she helped build the hydro-electric dam up near Canterlot, she even built the first air balloons!” she said, sounding very enthusiastic. Bolt wanted to keep quiet, but he wondered what made Celestia so great, besides the obvious, being an almighty sun-goddess and what not.
“You seem to have some nice things to say about this princess. Did you study her as a filly or something?” he asked, a little smirk on his face
“Oh, no, nothing like that. I was just her student for a few years…” Twilight continued talking, but Bolt stop listening after ‘I was her student’. A student of Celestia! That’s’…that’s incredible! Maybe I can get an audience with her, maybe she can teach me how she built all that tech! Oh, wait… magic, duh. Sometimes, I wish I was a unicorn. That would make things a whole lot easier. Bolt gave an inward sigh, noticing that Twilight had finished talking and had return to the contract signing, while Rivet was sprawled on the floor, reading a fairy tale about a knight rescuing a princess. The elder brother found a large cushion, plopped down, and dozed off, the minutes passing like hours.


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Bolt awoke with a start, wondering how long he’d been napping for. The sun had noticeably gone down a bit since he had dozed off, looking like it was now evening. The stallion stretched his tired muscles and glanced around the room, now realizing he was completely alone, save for a note on the desk Twilight had been working at. He stumbled towards it, sleep trying to keep his legs locked in place. He reached the desk and looked over the note, which read:

Dear Bolt, Rivet and I have gone back to the Steel Colt with the completed paperwork. We saw how deep of a sleeper you were, and thought against waking you. We should still be at the Colt, so stop by once you’ve woken up.

Sincerely,
Twilight Sparkle

How long have I been out? They’ve probably been waiting for hours… Well, mustn’t keep them waiting. Bolt found his saddlebag, placed the note into it, sealed it, and proceeded through the main library door. The stallion started at a slow trot, but soon broke into a gallop when he realized how late it really was. For all I know, they’re probably on their way back. Darn my deep sleeping! Rivet’s right, I need to see a doctor about it. Hold on, something’s not right… Bolt slid to a stop, now noticing for the first time that every house and shop in Ponyville was dark. No candles or lights showed through the windows, and all the shops were closed. It’s not that late, is it? Where is everypony!? Bolt began to panic, feeling that some horrible disaster had occurred while he had napped. Ok, calm down and think, Bolt. A never-before-heard-of disease? No. Witches? No. Zombie ponies? Not likely, but possible... Bolt soon broke into a gallop again, nervous for the safety of Twilight and his brother. As he approached the Steel Colt, something felt out of place. The lights in the shop were also out, which made no sense at all. He shuffled towards the front door and nudged it open, noticing it was unlocked. The stallion peered into the inky blackness, unable to tell if his brother and the purple unicorn were inside.
“Hello? Anypony here? If you’re alright, give me a shout! I-if you’re a zombie, could you at least give me a warning before you gobble on my brains.” murmured the stallion, yet no answer was returned. This is bad, very, very bad. Where’s the darn light switch! Bolt stumbled about, trying to remember the layout of the main room. After a few minutes of bumping into the wall, he finally found the On button.
“Let there be light!” shouted the stallion triumphantly. The lights immediately snapped on, blinding Bolt, which was followed by a deafening:


SURPRISE!!!

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Bolt had never suffered so many assaults on his senses. I’m blind, deaf, and I’m pretty sure I just wet myself with fear. The blindness was the first symptom to disappear, revealing that nearly the entire town was present in the stallion’s workshop. Right at the front of the mob were the six mares he had befriended, plus Rivet and Twilight's assistant, Spike. The ringing in his ears finally stopped, allowing him to hear all the cheers of “Welcome!” and “How are ya!?” and a fleeting “ I really like his mane! So rugged!” Bolt was immediately surrounded, every pony complimenting him and offering some punch. After the initial surprise had worn off and the ponies had fallen into their normal partying patterns, Bolt found his six best friends in a circle, seemingly waiting for him. The girls were ecstatic, but Rivet appeared confused. He had never seen his brother with such a big grin. The grin stretch from one ear to the other, and looked like it would stay that way for awhile.
“Girls, this is just GREAT! Who put this all together!?” he shouted over the din of party noises. Pinkie Pie rocketed into the air and just hovered there, matching Bolt’s gigantic smile.
“I told you that you would get a party, and I did it! Ya see, when I first saw how big your workshop was, I decided to invite as many ponies as I could! And I did! And now we’re at the party! You really like it!?” beamed the pink pony. Bolt nodded furiously, enjoying the moment so much, he didn’t even question how Pinkie was still floating in mid-air.
“It’s the best thing anyone’s ever done for me, Pinkie. Thanks a bunch!”, and with that, he jumped up to the still-hovering mare and gave her the biggest hug he could. This is great! I-I’ve never been this HAPPY! I just want to hug everypony in here! Both ponies descended, still locked in a bear hug. The whole group soon joined in, all giggling happily, except for Spike and Rivet, who were both heaving and retching at the large show of affection. The friends finally broke the embrace and simply laughed for no particular reason. Bolt looked over the mass of partying ponies, and one thought came to mind: I gotta make them remember me. Everypony here has to know who Bolt is! 
“I’ll be right back!” exclaimed the excited stallion, rushing to his room. The six mares gave each other looks of confusion, but continued partying. In his room, Bolt was rummaging through his random assortment of junk he’d brought from home. Where is it? I know I brought it, Celestia knows why, but I know I brought it! Where is-THERE! With a triumphant grin, Bolt produced what looked like a very old and dusty record. The stallion bolted from his room, dashing between the partygoers and making his way toward the DJ booth. Bolt approached the white unicorn, her neon blue-on-blue mane bobbing somewhat out of sync with her own head bob. He pranced up to her, gave a quick tap on the back of her head, and gave her the old record.
“Huh, what’s this?” she asked, looking puzzled.
“Trust me, just play it.” he said with a wink. The DJ shrugged and popped out one of the records. The quick, happy party beat stopped immediately, to the displeasure of a few dancers. The unicorn then lowered the record into place, and lowered the needle. 
The beat started slow, like that of a heart beating. The beat continued, growing faster and faster until high speed electronic music began pumping out of the massive speakers. The look of skepticism on the DJ’s face instantly disappeared, replaced with a glowing smile, her head bobbing to the new beat. The crowd was obviously also pleased, as evidenced by the cheers of approval. Bolt moved through the crowd, finding the girls where he’d left them. As he took back his position among the group, the girls were obviously excited.
“Wow, Bolt! Who’d think that you would have a good taste in music!” shouted Rainbow Dash over the loud cheers.
“Yeah, Bolt, where’d ya get a fine ol’ record like that!” exclaimed Apple Jack, who appeared to be enjoying the very unfamiliar music.
“Well, I made it.” replied the stallion, trying not to sound to proud. The statement caught quite a few quizzical looks, especially Twilight.
“Wait, how did you make it? Did you place a special order at a record store?” questioned the unicorn. While he tried as hard as he could, Bolt couldn’t hold back his pride.
“ Well, it’s simple. First, I took one of my Dad’s old records and heated it up. Next, using a magnifying glass and a needle, I adjusted the grooves. After that, I let it cool, test the sound, and heat, change, test, repeat. Took a week, but I say it was worth it.” he said, his grin looking a little smug.
“No way! You can make your own music!? Can you make some tracks for my parties? I’m always looking for the next great dance music, and if I could get you to make some, it would save a lot of time, plus-” Pinkie said before Bolt cut her off with a cupcake in the mouth and a quick nod of approval. That’s all it took to relight the fireworks in Pinkies eyes. 

About an hour into the party, Bolt began to remember why he was here in Ponyville. Ok, I need to start calming down and start tuning the party down. I mean, yeah, this is unbelievably AWESOME! But… Bolt’s thoughts were interrupted when a stumbling Twilight thrust a cup of cider into his hooves and dragged him to the center of the dance floor using her magic. The purple aura disappeared at the same time as the music turned from his custom track to something of the “slow dance” type. Twilight, still stumbling a bit from too much cider, placed her head over his shoulder, stepping side-to-side to the tune. Bolt looked at his cup of cider, chugged it and tossed the cup, and placed his head against Twilight’s shoulder. Well, I guess I could stay up for a wee bit longer.
	

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