How FiddleSticks got her cutie mark
How FiddleSticks got her cutie mark
by Shadowbolts (Darkfire)
How FiddleSticks got her cutie mark
FiddleSticks an earth pony that’s unsure of her cutie mark, this is the story of how FiddleSticks got her cutie mark. A sigh escaped FiddleSticks' lips. "Now Fiddle I'm sure your just a late bloomer," her mother comforted.
"How late of one though I am horrible at everything I can think of what about you?" she asked her mother Sticks.
"I don't know honey," she responded.
Her head drooped. "You don't?" she repeated.
Sticks shook her head. "No I'm serious," she said sadly.
FiddleSticks whimpered. "That sucks," she sighed.
She nodded. "Yes, but who knows maybe your cutie mark is right in front of you," she said.
"I doubt it's that easy," FiddleSticks' voice lowering.
"Now what was that you enjoyed?" she asked.
Fiddle Sticks nodded. "Playing the fiddle, but I haven't gotten my cutie mark yet so I don't think I'm supposed to be a fiddle player," she looked at her fiddle which was the only thing that she wasn't bad at.
"Well, why don't you go practice," Sticks said.
She nodded. "Yeah that’ll get my mind off of my cutie mark."
FiddleSticks looked around for her special location it's always secluded and very acoustic. She preceded to her play her location and sat down thinking of her parents’ death. Her birth father and mother she never knew all she knew was her mother plays the guitar and her father was a country singer. She sighed. She then started to play country music. Hours later she stopped and gave a bit of a stretch outside. As she went outside it was too pretty to pass up, she brought her fiddle outside and started to play. Soon after she was stopped by a half human half bull man. He was in a bind cause he is way behind. He jumped on a hickory log. He looked willing to make a deal. He jumped on a hickory stump. "Mare I'll tell ya what, I bet ya didn't know but I'm a fiddle player too, and if you care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you. Now you play a pretty good fiddle mare, but give the devil his due. I bet a fiddle of gold against our soul 'cos I think I'm better than you," the devil said.
The mare said: "My name is FiddleSticks, and it might be a sin but I'll your bet, and you’re gonna regret it, 'cos I'm the best that ever been!" FiddleSticks bragged. FiddleSticks rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
'Cause Hell's broke loose in Equestria and the Devil deals the cards.
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold,
But if you lose the devil gets your soul. The Devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow.
And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss.
And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.
When the Devil finished, FiddleSticks said, "Well, you're pretty good ol' son,
But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done."
"Fire on the Mountain." Run, colts, run!
The Devil's in the house of the rising sun;
Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, does your dog bite? No, foal, no.
The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
And she laid that golden fiddle on the ground at FiddleSticks' feet.
FiddleSticks said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again,
'Cause I've told you once--you son of a bitch--I'm the best there's ever been."
And she played: "Fire on the Mountain." Run, colts, run!
The Devil's in the house of the rising sun;
Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, does your dog bite? No, foal, no.
"I can't believe I lost," the Devil groaned.
FiddleSticks shrugged. "I guess I'm just better then you," FiddleSticks admitted.
"I...I guess, maybe you're good at that,"
FiddleSticks tapped her chin. "Maybe," she said.
"Actually I'll be nice look at your flank," he told her.
"Huh?" she looked at her flank seeing at some point she gotten her cutie mark.
