I Used To Wonder What Love Could Beby MoonyChaptersHim Again?Onwards and Upwards...Wildly Weaving Woe... What?Life. It's Good...The Start.Did They Really Say That?!Him Again?"It's HIM again!" my mom called in a playfully bored voice. I admit, I race horsed it to the counter and leaned on my front hooves. My eyelashes fluttered like a dumb animal's and my mane was rapidly patted into place by a self-concious hoof. Honestly, I couldn't have failed myself more. He - Falconwing - had come again! My soul was doing a conga line while the outside of me retained the same dreamily stupid demeanor. Thinking back on it now, I sigh. "Hay Color Scheme," he said with a smile. I thought a bit longer than normal about what to say, so I wouldn't COMPLETELY embarrass myself. I was sure that 'YOU REMEMBERED MY NAME!' wouldn't work well, so I stuck with "Hi." "Sooooo..." he looked a bit red. My insides cheered, "I was wondering if you'd like to go for a trot around Ponyville," he finished shyly, looking at his hooves. My mind was (Luckily) quicker than my fainting abilities, so I said "YES!" quicker than a greased frog down a mountainside. He smiled. "Really? I mean, great, I was hoping you'd want to," he said, walking beside me as we left. I almost forgot one thing though. "MOM?! I'll be gone for a bit!" my mouth said - at least I'm pretty sure it did. My eyes and ears were too focused on Falconwing. We walked out the door and into the fresh air. Breathing it in, I smiled. Our art shop (Rose's Gallerya) always had the heavy smell of paint in the air - you got used to it. Falconwing guided me towards the middle of town and stopped outside a new looking building that I hadn't seen before (Goes to show how much I get out). We ordered a very romantic luch (Tacos) and sat down to eat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I suppose that you're waiting for me to tell you what he looks like. Well, here goes: He was absolutely DREAMY, but enough of my goey nonsense. He had white, clean fur and a black and white mane that was neat yet wild at the same time. His pegasus wings and the name Falconwing give it away that he's a pegasus. His eyes are a shiny gray - soft but mysterious. I can tell that my mind is totally exagerating his handsome characteristics, but still, it's what he looked like. His cutie mark was one black wing. He always had a smile, even if it was one of those 'I don't know if I should be smiling' kind of smiles. Like I said before - cute, huh? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "So, I'm new to Ponyville," Falconwing started off as we nom nom-ed on tacos. I nodded like a smart filly. "I guessed - I haven't seen you around. Are you one of Princess Celestia's students, or were you sent her for pegasus stuff, or what?" I asked, staring, almost childlike at him. He shook his head. "I work for the guy in the painting, Mr. Moneybags," he said with a small grimace. I laughed way too loudly. "You mean that guy, Moneybags, actually got an elephant of a painting of HIMSELF?! That's really funny," I snortled quietly, and he joined me. "Yeah, Moneybags is a REALLY uppity old stallion. He is the richest pony I've ever met, and he likes to rub it in with the other, less rich ponies. I don't LIKE him exactly, but he pays big bucks to a servant who does EVERYTHING for his rich self," he ranted. "You must get sick of him," I said, feeling sorry for him. I really got it good, working for mom all day and having fun. "Yup, I do." Onwards and Upwards..."The date was FANTASTIC!" I gushed to my mother as I added the last few touches to a painting of Everfree. She listened with one ear, I could tell, just to amuse my teenage fanatics, but hay, who DOESN'T like to talk? I told her about the yummy (But slightly messy) tacos and gossip we shared over a wobbly restraunt table, and about his eyes and ears and mouth and nose (Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes!) and mane... and and and... Eventually she grew a bit bored over my speil and sent me to work in the backroom, where things always needed titying up or sorting out. With a toss of my horn, brushes aligned themselves, paintings sorted themselves, and everything was, by our standards, neat... and I was bored. My pesky mind decided to fill the time with lazy day dreams about Falconwing, wondering where he was and when he would get here. I yearned for yet another date to fill up this drastic void that was carved out of me the second he said good bye. Maybe, mind pondered, just maybe I didn't scare him away. I honestly had no clue if I did or didn't, as he was - I'm embarrassed to admit - my first realish date. Of course we hadn't KISSED yet... OH! That set my mind off on another tangent... The next day passed without sight of Falconwing. My mom could sense my displeasure (Okay, it was obvious) and she finally turned to me with a smirk. "Color Scheme," "Yes mother?" I asked dully. "Why don't you go out today with Gem and Pastel? You know, to get your mind off... him..." she suggested cautiously. My head agreed with a mopey nod, and my feet dragged my body towards the door. Gem and Pastel Painting were my two best friends, and we hung out at every possible second. I felt so selfish at that moment, because I didn't think for a second about letting Gem and Pastel in on the whole Falconwing plus Color Scheme lovestory. (Exaggeration, I know) I suddenly was mopey no more as hooves one, two, three, and four raced at max speed to Pastel's house, the closest of my two friends. I banged on the door like a madpony, shouting her name at the top of my lungs. When she FINALLY (Two seconds later) opened the door, I fell in and landed at her hooves. She looked at me funny, but I knew, as did any of the three ponies sworn into the filly code, that Code Bang on Door and Shout was a highly important and practiced sequence. "Come on," she said, casting a glance over each shoulder. "This is Code BDS time..." I sat on her bed and bubbled, much as I had for my mother, except faster and much less understandably. "ANDHISEYESWEREGRAYANDHISMANEWASBLACKANDHEWASSOOOOOCUTEANDANDANDHETOUCHEDMYHOOFFORTHREEWHOLESECONDSTHENWEGOTTACOSANDWEATEANDHESMILEDATMEANDANDAND..." was a snippet I remember. "So I take it he's cute. What shade of gray were his eyes? Tacos, really? Three seconds!" were the comments she made, somehow understanding it all. Of course I rambled on for a while, but minutes later, as if some telepathic connection was esablished, our heads snapped up at the same time. "GEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" We leapt to our hooves, scrambling over stray parts to get through the door. In a headlong dash out the door, we raced to Gem's large, stately mansion and procceeded to bang on the door and shout. "GEMGEMGEMGEMGEMGEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE NEED YOU GEM!" we cried out in unison. Finally, her proper butler opened the door, then was trampled to be just as flat. Two screaming fillies wildly weaved, webbing nets of woe in their paths. Wildly Weaving Woe... What?Gem leapt down the stairs, breaking her fall with wings that seemed almost to thin to hold her weight. She too knew this sacred and practiced drill, and with skilled precision she ushered them to her room. "Okay, this is Code BDS time," she said authoritively as she strutted across her bejewled room. "Which one?" she studied our faces breifly to hypothesize on her own. My hoof raised proudly, and of its own accord. "Bad hoof!" I said with a scolding frown. "Ah well, the news would have been broken anyway. I, Color Scheme, least likely to get a special someone..." "Got a special someone!?" Gem guessed. "HOW DID YOU KNOW?" I asked sarcastically. We smirked. "Okay, tell me everything, starting from the first kiss," she said with a beaming smile. Pastel and I looked at each other in unison. "Well, Gem -" "YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU HAVEN'T SHARED A KISS! OH DEAR, LEAVE BEFORE I HAVE THE CHANCE TO GET DRAMATICALLY POETIC! PASTEL CAN TELL ME THE DEATAILS, GO TO HIM!" she shouted mournfully as she 'fainted' onto her posh bed. Even as I rammed my butt out the door, I could faintly hear corny ryhmes drifting from her bedroom window. Casting a glance over my shoulder, I noticed that only a few ponies had heard the muffled screeching. I winced and carried on. Once at the store, my lungs flopped onto the pavement and Mr. Esophogas followed suit. After a few hundred deep breaths, they clambered back in, shoving Stomach and Abdomen off to the side. Just in case we had potential buyers, I composed myself and slopped my mane into place. "Oh, that's too bad, I'll come back another time," a voice drifted through the door as I slowly hauled its bulk out of my path. "Wait, that's her," my mom responded. "Color Scheme?" said the figure as it turned. It took my small, paint-suffocated brain to comprehend that this was... "Falconwing!" I exclaimed happily. He smiled dreamily, and took a few steps towards me. "Falconwing, I'm glad you came. I was, uh, wondering if you, uh, wanted to, uh... go for a walk?" the last part came out as more of a question than a statment, because naughty Self Confidence decided to go out a party today. "Sure! I was just about to ask you that," he said, flipped his black and white mane expertly. My legs melted, but somehow managed to keep my 'deadly faint syndrome' at bay. We talked for a while about a somethingorother, and decided mutually to head for the edge of Everfree. We trotted peacefully along the outer fringe, both of us feeling the love that the other pony had radiating from their fur. We stopped to rest for a bit under the shade of an oak, sitting with our flanks pressed close together. I felt weightless, as if I actually had the courage to reach out and passionately kiss him. Too bad I didn't have that sort of courage. I jumped the tinyest fraction of an inch when I felt a limb on my shoulder. Falconwing had wrapped his arm around me, bringing him even closer than before, so that our sides were pressed together too. My courage found that he forgot his glasses at home, and came back momentarily to my heart. I followed Falconwing's example, casually hugging his midsection with a hoof. We struck up another conversation, and were deep into it when we both seemed to realize that we had unconsiously leaned forward until our muzzles were only inches apart, our limbs partially entwined with each other. Falconwing blushed, then leaned forward and closed his eyes. My eyes took the advice and closed, and my inexperienced lips slid over his. We entwined ourselves in our handsome/pretty counterparts, and with each second the kiss grew even more hot and lusty. We squeezed together, so close you couldn't get a knifeblade to fit between us. We eagerly explored each other's mouths, the dark caverns holding our only interest. When at last I came up for air, wanting to know more about the hidden depths of his body, I saw that we were both more exhilerated than the pony beside us. "Wow, I guess it's official then," he said, breathing heavily. "What?" "We like each other." I laughed heartily, and he joined in the fun. "Please tell me that we can do it again sometime." "That we can do it again sometime," he said, mocking me. Yet the confirmation was good enough. I looked up to see the shine in his eye, the look asking and pleading. I gave permission and procceeded to uncover the depths of his mouth. When we had sat there for so long that our butts got sore, we finally bid a breathy goodbye to each other. I was so pleased when I got home that my mom raised an eyebrow, but dared not ask about her filly's life. I went to my room and bubbled in peace. Life. It's Good...Life. It's Good... Life had never been so good. I was completely, and totally in love, drawn by Falconwing's inpony features, style, and ponyality (personality, for those a bit slower). Every second I wondered about him, and painting was the only thing that could fill the void when he left. I bet that since our relationship started, I've produced the most paintings the shop has ever seen. They also had a lot more feeling to them, because of the sincere loss I felt when HE wasn't with me. They were top sellers, and we made some big bucks - like I said, life was good. I told Gem and Pastel every detail of the kiss that happened two weeks ago. Two days after it, we had another date, but it was just us fooling around in the backyard. Falconwing only had time for a quick smooch before he left, because of my warning that mother was watching, which she undoubtably was. We had a few more after that, with only a few medium sized kisses - going all out in public would be embarrassing. Skip, skip, skip. I skipped home from Everfree, where our - Pastel, Gem, and my - treehouse was hidden. We sometimes met there, the one place we didn't have butlers or parents listening. It was honestly a really cool treehouse, not something babyish or painted in pinks and purples. Actually, the outside was green to camoflauge it, and the inside had some beanbags and tables, with paper and pencils strewn across everything. The meeting was held in honour of myself, for acheiving the all time high in filly standards - get an adorable special somepony. They still hadn't seen Falconwing, but from my inch-by-inch description of him, I think they got the picture. With at least a dozen kisses, and a fun meeting all in two measly weeks, my life was almost the busiest it ever had been (another indicator of my previously boring life). When I got home, I went to my room and flung my body onto the bed with a contented sigh. "Life is good," I said with a bubbly smile. The bell on the door jingled, and I walked out to see who it was. Of course, with my predictable life, it would be an easy guess. "Falconwing!" I tossed a greeting. "Color Scheme!" he copied. "So, watcha up ta?" I wondered casually. He smiled. "I think you can guess." "Rugby!" I guessed sarcastically. Falconwing nodded, a fake-serious expression on his face. "Yes, yes, quite so good chap. I was wondering if you would prefer to come along and help me choose the right gear," he joked. Like a smart little thing, my mind realized that yes, self, he is asking you out again. It liked the notion. "I would love to," I said with a wink. "MOM! I GOING OUT!" I screamed, waiting a moment for her consent. Once given, we started out the door, heading for our spot on the edge of Everfree (You remember, right?). We walked and talked. "I can't believe I'm almost four!" I commented on our walk. "Yeah, me too," he said thoughtfully. We reached 'the place' and sat down as we did a week before, flanks tighter'n a clams lips. We assumed the same pose, but talked for a while about our lovely age. About an hour later, he leaned in, and we kissed again and again. This time was even better than last, because my shyness had ebbed away, and I put some effort in this time. As we kissed, his back slowly slipped off the tree, leaving us on the ground, me on top him. It was bliss, and when we later broke the heart pumping action, I rolled onto my back next to him. We looked at the clouds for a while, not talking. We went to get some lunch at Filly's Fish, and he walked me home. Like I said, amazingly eventful for me. The Start.Color Scheme I was just workin' in the art shop with my mom. I think it was in the Summer, because everything was super warm with the sun streaming through the windows. Using my expert skills, I was putting the finishing touches on a painting of the Everfree Forest. I heard the bell on the door ring, looked over, and saw HIM. He came in shyly, as if he didn't exactly know if he was supposed to be there. My mother started to walk over the counter, so my legs worked overtime to get there first. "Hi," I said stupidly. "Uh, hi. I'm here for a... painting," he said specifically. "Nice, I never would have guessed," I said with a sarcastic smile. He laughed and shrugged. "Sorry, should have been a bit less vague. I'm here to pick up Moneybags' painting. It has an uptight-looking stallion in it, with one spectacle and a suit," he tried again with a smile. "Yeah, I think I saw that one in back," I said, dancing over to the curtain that seperated the front and back of the store. My mom was already hobbling over, stumbling with the weight of an immense painting. I gave her a hand, and together we managed to get it to HIM without breaking any bones. He grimaced. "Wow. I knew it would be big, but Moneybags is really going over the top this time. Sorry about that..." "Color Scheme." "Yeah, sorry Color Scheme. By the way, I might be back later with another order... hopefully not so... BIG. My name is Falconwing by- Ah! Bye!" he squeezed out before he left, struggling with the bulk of the painting. A smile played across my face, and my eyes couldn't help but follow him. Falconwing - how DREAMY! Did They Really Say That?!Life, life WAS good. Color Scheme rocked out to the tune her new MP3 player brought to her ears. Dancing erratically, she brushed a lamp with the edge of her hoof. It started to wobble, and she made a running dive to catch it, centimeters away from the ground. "Fewftah," she said, flicking a hoof across her forehead in a relieved gesture. Sadly, her clutzy self managed to catch another object on the edge of her hoof. In a failed attempt, she leapt for it. Luckily it was a pillow, and not breakable in any shap or form. "COLOR SCHEME!!!" a voice called. After the lamp incident, Color Scheme had gone into another dance trance (Hehehehe, rhymes!) this time in the center of her room, and hopfully out of the path of breakable items. "What," she called back to her mother. She had locked the door earlier to prevent embarrassment, and now she opened it to see her mother, looking quite red in the face. "I. Had. To. Call. You. Ten. Times! So... tired," she forced out breathlessly. "Sorry, what is it?" she asked as she pulled the ear buds out of her ears. "Pastel is waiting in the living room, she seems pretty... anxious to see you," by the way she said it, Color could tell something was up. She didn't need telling twice. When she was trotting toward the front room, she slipped on the wooden floors and slid past the door-less frame that opened into it. "Woahhhh!" she called as she srabbled back to the door. "Pastel?" "Hi Color Scheme, I came to give you some bad news. Gem has turned," she broke the news quickly, with no petty chat to put first. The sentence "_____ has turned" was a dreaded one in any conversation. It meant that one of the three closely knit fillies had turned against the others, for whatever reason. Always following that sentence came a hurtful age, in which there were many fights and bad feelings. "Awww s#$@!" "I know, she tried to pull me in too, but I stayed loyal. She was fed up over the whole coltfriend thing, and said you were constantly bragging, which you really weren't." "SHE SAID WHAT!!!!!!???????" That day and the following day were annoyingly uneventful, with nothing but a meeting at the treehouse with Pastel. Once a friend turned, they had to use the only key - Color Scheme had it - to lock up after meetings so that the other filly(s) wouldn't get any ideas. Falconwing hadn't visited either, and the two day gap was making Color Scheme lonlier than before.
Him Again?"It's HIM again!" my mom called in a playfully bored voice. I admit, I race horsed it to the counter and leaned on my front hooves. My eyelashes fluttered like a dumb animal's and my mane was rapidly patted into place by a self-concious hoof. Honestly, I couldn't have failed myself more. He - Falconwing - had come again! My soul was doing a conga line while the outside of me retained the same dreamily stupid demeanor. Thinking back on it now, I sigh. "Hay Color Scheme," he said with a smile. I thought a bit longer than normal about what to say, so I wouldn't COMPLETELY embarrass myself. I was sure that 'YOU REMEMBERED MY NAME!' wouldn't work well, so I stuck with "Hi." "Sooooo..." he looked a bit red. My insides cheered, "I was wondering if you'd like to go for a trot around Ponyville," he finished shyly, looking at his hooves. My mind was (Luckily) quicker than my fainting abilities, so I said "YES!" quicker than a greased frog down a mountainside. He smiled. "Really? I mean, great, I was hoping you'd want to," he said, walking beside me as we left. I almost forgot one thing though. "MOM?! I'll be gone for a bit!" my mouth said - at least I'm pretty sure it did. My eyes and ears were too focused on Falconwing. We walked out the door and into the fresh air. Breathing it in, I smiled. Our art shop (Rose's Gallerya) always had the heavy smell of paint in the air - you got used to it. Falconwing guided me towards the middle of town and stopped outside a new looking building that I hadn't seen before (Goes to show how much I get out). We ordered a very romantic luch (Tacos) and sat down to eat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I suppose that you're waiting for me to tell you what he looks like. Well, here goes: He was absolutely DREAMY, but enough of my goey nonsense. He had white, clean fur and a black and white mane that was neat yet wild at the same time. His pegasus wings and the name Falconwing give it away that he's a pegasus. His eyes are a shiny gray - soft but mysterious. I can tell that my mind is totally exagerating his handsome characteristics, but still, it's what he looked like. His cutie mark was one black wing. He always had a smile, even if it was one of those 'I don't know if I should be smiling' kind of smiles. Like I said before - cute, huh? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "So, I'm new to Ponyville," Falconwing started off as we nom nom-ed on tacos. I nodded like a smart filly. "I guessed - I haven't seen you around. Are you one of Princess Celestia's students, or were you sent her for pegasus stuff, or what?" I asked, staring, almost childlike at him. He shook his head. "I work for the guy in the painting, Mr. Moneybags," he said with a small grimace. I laughed way too loudly. "You mean that guy, Moneybags, actually got an elephant of a painting of HIMSELF?! That's really funny," I snortled quietly, and he joined me. "Yeah, Moneybags is a REALLY uppity old stallion. He is the richest pony I've ever met, and he likes to rub it in with the other, less rich ponies. I don't LIKE him exactly, but he pays big bucks to a servant who does EVERYTHING for his rich self," he ranted. "You must get sick of him," I said, feeling sorry for him. I really got it good, working for mom all day and having fun. "Yup, I do."
Onwards and Upwards..."The date was FANTASTIC!" I gushed to my mother as I added the last few touches to a painting of Everfree. She listened with one ear, I could tell, just to amuse my teenage fanatics, but hay, who DOESN'T like to talk? I told her about the yummy (But slightly messy) tacos and gossip we shared over a wobbly restraunt table, and about his eyes and ears and mouth and nose (Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes!) and mane... and and and... Eventually she grew a bit bored over my speil and sent me to work in the backroom, where things always needed titying up or sorting out. With a toss of my horn, brushes aligned themselves, paintings sorted themselves, and everything was, by our standards, neat... and I was bored. My pesky mind decided to fill the time with lazy day dreams about Falconwing, wondering where he was and when he would get here. I yearned for yet another date to fill up this drastic void that was carved out of me the second he said good bye. Maybe, mind pondered, just maybe I didn't scare him away. I honestly had no clue if I did or didn't, as he was - I'm embarrassed to admit - my first realish date. Of course we hadn't KISSED yet... OH! That set my mind off on another tangent... The next day passed without sight of Falconwing. My mom could sense my displeasure (Okay, it was obvious) and she finally turned to me with a smirk. "Color Scheme," "Yes mother?" I asked dully. "Why don't you go out today with Gem and Pastel? You know, to get your mind off... him..." she suggested cautiously. My head agreed with a mopey nod, and my feet dragged my body towards the door. Gem and Pastel Painting were my two best friends, and we hung out at every possible second. I felt so selfish at that moment, because I didn't think for a second about letting Gem and Pastel in on the whole Falconwing plus Color Scheme lovestory. (Exaggeration, I know) I suddenly was mopey no more as hooves one, two, three, and four raced at max speed to Pastel's house, the closest of my two friends. I banged on the door like a madpony, shouting her name at the top of my lungs. When she FINALLY (Two seconds later) opened the door, I fell in and landed at her hooves. She looked at me funny, but I knew, as did any of the three ponies sworn into the filly code, that Code Bang on Door and Shout was a highly important and practiced sequence. "Come on," she said, casting a glance over each shoulder. "This is Code BDS time..." I sat on her bed and bubbled, much as I had for my mother, except faster and much less understandably. "ANDHISEYESWEREGRAYANDHISMANEWASBLACKANDHEWASSOOOOOCUTEANDANDANDHETOUCHEDMYHOOFFORTHREEWHOLESECONDSTHENWEGOTTACOSANDWEATEANDHESMILEDATMEANDANDAND..." was a snippet I remember. "So I take it he's cute. What shade of gray were his eyes? Tacos, really? Three seconds!" were the comments she made, somehow understanding it all. Of course I rambled on for a while, but minutes later, as if some telepathic connection was esablished, our heads snapped up at the same time. "GEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" We leapt to our hooves, scrambling over stray parts to get through the door. In a headlong dash out the door, we raced to Gem's large, stately mansion and procceeded to bang on the door and shout. "GEMGEMGEMGEMGEMGEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE NEED YOU GEM!" we cried out in unison. Finally, her proper butler opened the door, then was trampled to be just as flat. Two screaming fillies wildly weaved, webbing nets of woe in their paths.
Wildly Weaving Woe... What?Gem leapt down the stairs, breaking her fall with wings that seemed almost to thin to hold her weight. She too knew this sacred and practiced drill, and with skilled precision she ushered them to her room. "Okay, this is Code BDS time," she said authoritively as she strutted across her bejewled room. "Which one?" she studied our faces breifly to hypothesize on her own. My hoof raised proudly, and of its own accord. "Bad hoof!" I said with a scolding frown. "Ah well, the news would have been broken anyway. I, Color Scheme, least likely to get a special someone..." "Got a special someone!?" Gem guessed. "HOW DID YOU KNOW?" I asked sarcastically. We smirked. "Okay, tell me everything, starting from the first kiss," she said with a beaming smile. Pastel and I looked at each other in unison. "Well, Gem -" "YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU HAVEN'T SHARED A KISS! OH DEAR, LEAVE BEFORE I HAVE THE CHANCE TO GET DRAMATICALLY POETIC! PASTEL CAN TELL ME THE DEATAILS, GO TO HIM!" she shouted mournfully as she 'fainted' onto her posh bed. Even as I rammed my butt out the door, I could faintly hear corny ryhmes drifting from her bedroom window. Casting a glance over my shoulder, I noticed that only a few ponies had heard the muffled screeching. I winced and carried on. Once at the store, my lungs flopped onto the pavement and Mr. Esophogas followed suit. After a few hundred deep breaths, they clambered back in, shoving Stomach and Abdomen off to the side. Just in case we had potential buyers, I composed myself and slopped my mane into place. "Oh, that's too bad, I'll come back another time," a voice drifted through the door as I slowly hauled its bulk out of my path. "Wait, that's her," my mom responded. "Color Scheme?" said the figure as it turned. It took my small, paint-suffocated brain to comprehend that this was... "Falconwing!" I exclaimed happily. He smiled dreamily, and took a few steps towards me. "Falconwing, I'm glad you came. I was, uh, wondering if you, uh, wanted to, uh... go for a walk?" the last part came out as more of a question than a statment, because naughty Self Confidence decided to go out a party today. "Sure! I was just about to ask you that," he said, flipped his black and white mane expertly. My legs melted, but somehow managed to keep my 'deadly faint syndrome' at bay. We talked for a while about a somethingorother, and decided mutually to head for the edge of Everfree. We trotted peacefully along the outer fringe, both of us feeling the love that the other pony had radiating from their fur. We stopped to rest for a bit under the shade of an oak, sitting with our flanks pressed close together. I felt weightless, as if I actually had the courage to reach out and passionately kiss him. Too bad I didn't have that sort of courage. I jumped the tinyest fraction of an inch when I felt a limb on my shoulder. Falconwing had wrapped his arm around me, bringing him even closer than before, so that our sides were pressed together too. My courage found that he forgot his glasses at home, and came back momentarily to my heart. I followed Falconwing's example, casually hugging his midsection with a hoof. We struck up another conversation, and were deep into it when we both seemed to realize that we had unconsiously leaned forward until our muzzles were only inches apart, our limbs partially entwined with each other. Falconwing blushed, then leaned forward and closed his eyes. My eyes took the advice and closed, and my inexperienced lips slid over his. We entwined ourselves in our handsome/pretty counterparts, and with each second the kiss grew even more hot and lusty. We squeezed together, so close you couldn't get a knifeblade to fit between us. We eagerly explored each other's mouths, the dark caverns holding our only interest. When at last I came up for air, wanting to know more about the hidden depths of his body, I saw that we were both more exhilerated than the pony beside us. "Wow, I guess it's official then," he said, breathing heavily. "What?" "We like each other." I laughed heartily, and he joined in the fun. "Please tell me that we can do it again sometime." "That we can do it again sometime," he said, mocking me. Yet the confirmation was good enough. I looked up to see the shine in his eye, the look asking and pleading. I gave permission and procceeded to uncover the depths of his mouth. When we had sat there for so long that our butts got sore, we finally bid a breathy goodbye to each other. I was so pleased when I got home that my mom raised an eyebrow, but dared not ask about her filly's life. I went to my room and bubbled in peace.
Life. It's Good...Life. It's Good... Life had never been so good. I was completely, and totally in love, drawn by Falconwing's inpony features, style, and ponyality (personality, for those a bit slower). Every second I wondered about him, and painting was the only thing that could fill the void when he left. I bet that since our relationship started, I've produced the most paintings the shop has ever seen. They also had a lot more feeling to them, because of the sincere loss I felt when HE wasn't with me. They were top sellers, and we made some big bucks - like I said, life was good. I told Gem and Pastel every detail of the kiss that happened two weeks ago. Two days after it, we had another date, but it was just us fooling around in the backyard. Falconwing only had time for a quick smooch before he left, because of my warning that mother was watching, which she undoubtably was. We had a few more after that, with only a few medium sized kisses - going all out in public would be embarrassing. Skip, skip, skip. I skipped home from Everfree, where our - Pastel, Gem, and my - treehouse was hidden. We sometimes met there, the one place we didn't have butlers or parents listening. It was honestly a really cool treehouse, not something babyish or painted in pinks and purples. Actually, the outside was green to camoflauge it, and the inside had some beanbags and tables, with paper and pencils strewn across everything. The meeting was held in honour of myself, for acheiving the all time high in filly standards - get an adorable special somepony. They still hadn't seen Falconwing, but from my inch-by-inch description of him, I think they got the picture. With at least a dozen kisses, and a fun meeting all in two measly weeks, my life was almost the busiest it ever had been (another indicator of my previously boring life). When I got home, I went to my room and flung my body onto the bed with a contented sigh. "Life is good," I said with a bubbly smile. The bell on the door jingled, and I walked out to see who it was. Of course, with my predictable life, it would be an easy guess. "Falconwing!" I tossed a greeting. "Color Scheme!" he copied. "So, watcha up ta?" I wondered casually. He smiled. "I think you can guess." "Rugby!" I guessed sarcastically. Falconwing nodded, a fake-serious expression on his face. "Yes, yes, quite so good chap. I was wondering if you would prefer to come along and help me choose the right gear," he joked. Like a smart little thing, my mind realized that yes, self, he is asking you out again. It liked the notion. "I would love to," I said with a wink. "MOM! I GOING OUT!" I screamed, waiting a moment for her consent. Once given, we started out the door, heading for our spot on the edge of Everfree (You remember, right?). We walked and talked. "I can't believe I'm almost four!" I commented on our walk. "Yeah, me too," he said thoughtfully. We reached 'the place' and sat down as we did a week before, flanks tighter'n a clams lips. We assumed the same pose, but talked for a while about our lovely age. About an hour later, he leaned in, and we kissed again and again. This time was even better than last, because my shyness had ebbed away, and I put some effort in this time. As we kissed, his back slowly slipped off the tree, leaving us on the ground, me on top him. It was bliss, and when we later broke the heart pumping action, I rolled onto my back next to him. We looked at the clouds for a while, not talking. We went to get some lunch at Filly's Fish, and he walked me home. Like I said, amazingly eventful for me.
The Start.Color Scheme I was just workin' in the art shop with my mom. I think it was in the Summer, because everything was super warm with the sun streaming through the windows. Using my expert skills, I was putting the finishing touches on a painting of the Everfree Forest. I heard the bell on the door ring, looked over, and saw HIM. He came in shyly, as if he didn't exactly know if he was supposed to be there. My mother started to walk over the counter, so my legs worked overtime to get there first. "Hi," I said stupidly. "Uh, hi. I'm here for a... painting," he said specifically. "Nice, I never would have guessed," I said with a sarcastic smile. He laughed and shrugged. "Sorry, should have been a bit less vague. I'm here to pick up Moneybags' painting. It has an uptight-looking stallion in it, with one spectacle and a suit," he tried again with a smile. "Yeah, I think I saw that one in back," I said, dancing over to the curtain that seperated the front and back of the store. My mom was already hobbling over, stumbling with the weight of an immense painting. I gave her a hand, and together we managed to get it to HIM without breaking any bones. He grimaced. "Wow. I knew it would be big, but Moneybags is really going over the top this time. Sorry about that..." "Color Scheme." "Yeah, sorry Color Scheme. By the way, I might be back later with another order... hopefully not so... BIG. My name is Falconwing by- Ah! Bye!" he squeezed out before he left, struggling with the bulk of the painting. A smile played across my face, and my eyes couldn't help but follow him. Falconwing - how DREAMY!
Did They Really Say That?!Life, life WAS good. Color Scheme rocked out to the tune her new MP3 player brought to her ears. Dancing erratically, she brushed a lamp with the edge of her hoof. It started to wobble, and she made a running dive to catch it, centimeters away from the ground. "Fewftah," she said, flicking a hoof across her forehead in a relieved gesture. Sadly, her clutzy self managed to catch another object on the edge of her hoof. In a failed attempt, she leapt for it. Luckily it was a pillow, and not breakable in any shap or form. "COLOR SCHEME!!!" a voice called. After the lamp incident, Color Scheme had gone into another dance trance (Hehehehe, rhymes!) this time in the center of her room, and hopfully out of the path of breakable items. "What," she called back to her mother. She had locked the door earlier to prevent embarrassment, and now she opened it to see her mother, looking quite red in the face. "I. Had. To. Call. You. Ten. Times! So... tired," she forced out breathlessly. "Sorry, what is it?" she asked as she pulled the ear buds out of her ears. "Pastel is waiting in the living room, she seems pretty... anxious to see you," by the way she said it, Color could tell something was up. She didn't need telling twice. When she was trotting toward the front room, she slipped on the wooden floors and slid past the door-less frame that opened into it. "Woahhhh!" she called as she srabbled back to the door. "Pastel?" "Hi Color Scheme, I came to give you some bad news. Gem has turned," she broke the news quickly, with no petty chat to put first. The sentence "_____ has turned" was a dreaded one in any conversation. It meant that one of the three closely knit fillies had turned against the others, for whatever reason. Always following that sentence came a hurtful age, in which there were many fights and bad feelings. "Awww s#$@!" "I know, she tried to pull me in too, but I stayed loyal. She was fed up over the whole coltfriend thing, and said you were constantly bragging, which you really weren't." "SHE SAID WHAT!!!!!!???????" That day and the following day were annoyingly uneventful, with nothing but a meeting at the treehouse with Pastel. Once a friend turned, they had to use the only key - Color Scheme had it - to lock up after meetings so that the other filly(s) wouldn't get any ideas. Falconwing hadn't visited either, and the two day gap was making Color Scheme lonlier than before.
