The Rotton Apple and The Ditzy Fairy

Stiring it up

"BASTARD!!"

A vase soared over the yellow pony's head and crashed into the wall, turning into splinters. He stayed huddled in the corner, a few cuts and bruises over his body and ears pressed flat on his head. He tried to slinked away from the angered colt, wishing that he'd melt into the walls.

The pony's entire being glowed a brilliant dark purple with a golden man that hung slightly over his ruby red eyes, now the size of marbles. "How could you!?!? Leading me on, cheating on me-" He picked up a decorative ball and threw it onto the yellow pony's head, causing a dull 'THUNK' sound. "WITH MY SISTER!?"

"Ah...am sorry..."

The crystal pony scarped his hoof onto the floor with a huff. "Sorry? How? Tell me!" He stomped over to him, causing the other's lime green eyes to shrink even further. "Well? What the buck can you say about this HUH?!"

They sat in the uncomfortable silence in the relatively neat room, ignoring the broken glass. Then the colt on the ground finally spoke.

"A-ah don't think that-am-"

"You don't think your a WHAT?" The crystal pony hissed as he came closer to the sun-bleached pony's head.

"Braeburn!"

"...a....colt...cuddla..." The cow pony screwed his eyes closed as all the ferocity from the other vanished at that one word. His ears perked up to hear hoof step getting fainter, and fainter. He peek his eyes open to see the pony sitting in the center of the room, ears down, and tail covering his legs.

"...M-Maroon...I-"

"Don't." Maroon's head whipped around to glare at the cow pony. "Don't think, for a second, that that excuses you, for going behind my back Burner." The yellow pony's heart pulled as tears fell from the crystal pony's eyes.

He turned back around, and walked towards the stairs. "If I we're you, I'd leave, n-now." And with that, the dark purple colt broke out into a full sprint up the stairs, the pounding of his hooves barely hiding his sobs.

Braeburn stood upon his own limbs and slowly walked out the door into the crystal town, leaving behind an apple shaped ruby, the same as his cutie mark, on the table near the door under the calendar. It was marked 'Best Day Ever, 25 days ago.

Braeburn made himself comfortable as he sat in the lonely box cart with only a few other ponies. His signature vest was being used as a blanket, only until he finds something better. he brought a hoof around his neck to see three beautiful gemstones. They were a bright and vibrant aqua blue that shone and nearly brightened up the entire cart, giving everything a slight blue tint. They glowed so much so that the Appleloosain had to place them behind his back.

'Goin blind ain't on ma agenda...'

"The siblings are not in any misery" Braeburn jumped as a zebra came next to his seat. It was none other than Zecora, the Everfree Forest's mage. "For they no longer hold memories of thee."

"Zecora... Ah need ta git ya a bell!" The pony half-heartily glared at the grinning zebra as she took her seat. The only thing in her possession was a large burlap sack.

"Oh how sweet of you dear cow pony, a way to practice before matrimony?" The earth pony's face turned a brilliant orange as incoherent words spilt out by the barrelful. "Wha-ah ain't-ya-uh!"

"I believe it is true about you settler folk, none of you can take a small joke!" She laughed at the way Braeburn had tried to defend himself, but only succeeding in making his whole face, ears and neck a vibrant mandarin orange. The enchantress had to place her hooves on her muzzle to stop from disturbing the small group in front of her.

"Now yer getting it twisted missy!" The colt tried to get his coat to the natural butterscotch color by digging into his bag for a snack. Where in he hay was the snack cart anyway?

I'm just getting you back. "Calm thy nerve my dear Braeburn, but you must admit, it was my turn."

"Your tu-" Then e shut his mouth as the memories came flowing in. "Oh. Sorry.."

"Do not worry about a thing, for I had already known about-" The zebra looked around her for any eavesdroppers, but the only ones in the cart were a few filles and a group of pegesi with yellow goggles. She leaned in towards the farmer with a hushed voice. "...your bargain with the changelings..."

Braeburn's ears dropped as she sat back into her seat. The memories of Ponyville, the Everfree forest, Zecora...how he stayed with her trying to purchase a temporary love potion that felt like it was real, how she became a crop for him, how she forgave him, helped him....

"It is a noble cause my friend, however, my only worry is about you by day's end."

"As long as my people are gonna keep their homes and a place for their foals to eat and sleep, then I have to keep up with this..." He pulled the stone from behind his neck and held it out for Zecora to see. As soon as they started to glow, the zebra's smile melted into a frown.

"I see, you have been busy harvesting.."

"It never gets easy, these things feed the 'group' for months, so ya can't imagine how long it takes for one. Am more surprised the ones that go out are barely brakin' even..." He looked to the side of the other isle at a young deep red unicorn colt as his black eyes caught his. For a moment they held their gaze unto those same eyes flashed a light solid blue color and then waved at him.

"It's good for somthin though." He said as he eagerly returned the gesture.

"It is not what you bring that they respect, but how you selfishly turn yourself into lovers reject."

"That don't make it better hun..." A loud whistling sounded out, and soon the train began it's journey. The two passenger spoke more about off topic things such as catching up, and where the colt would be next week. The Southern lands of Coltinshire seemed nice and far away. This time he's bringing some of Zecora's forgetmelots potion with him. Soon, the train pulled into Ponyville station, where a blue pegasus with a rainbow colored mane waited dangerously close to the tracks.

"I'm afraid this is where I say 'til we meet again', But here," Braeburn tilted his head as she dug into her sack to pull out a bottle with a metallic pink liquid and placed it near his flank. "you must use only two drops, understand?"

"...thank ya, Zecora." He trotted up to the zebra and rubbed his neck onto hers, and she return the favor with as much affection.

"I shall see you soon, and if your return, you may get a sonic rainboom." The last rhyme, if you can call it that, made his head turn a vivid orange color once again as he caught a glimpse of a spectrum of colors zooming into their cart and back out. Was there a smile on that tommare? He couldn't tell as the rest of the cart's inhabitants started to fill out and blocked his view. The only thing on his mind was memories of the cloud coliseum with a purple unicorn, and a flirtatious Dash.

"Still breakin' hearts bumpkin?"

Braeburn couldn't tell how far up he jumped, but it was enough that he nearly broke his tail in half on his way down, right on his back. For a few seconds, he saw nothing but bright patches of clouds and a muddy grey sky. Soon, the clouds began to evaporate and the sky turned into a more natural blue. That is until it turned into the shape of a sky blue pegasus.

To say that the settler pony was scared was an understatement. "S-Soarin." His knees jus wouldn't stop shaking as he got up, dwarfed by a hoof of a strong flier while greyish green eyes bore right into his head. No, he wasn't scared, but there's not really a word for how he feels right now in the Equestrian Dictionary.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"A-, sorry..." The pony quickly stepped back towards his seat, as far away form the pegasus as possible.

"So, who is she?" The pony looked up to see the stallion still there, but blocking his way out. Braeburn knew a lot about pegasus anatomy, thanks to Twilight and her blasted essays, he especially knows the fact that they weigh considerably less than an Earth pony. But the fact that they can fly high past the clouds into skin-sheering winds and having light and incredibly dense bones didn't help with the fact that the wonderbolts were built like soldiers.

So a stoic-faced, somewhat stronger pegasus that's quicker than him was a little more than unsettling.

"Wh-wha?" The light blue pony snorted as he ran a hoof through his royal blue mane to get a few strands back in place. ' He really did let it grow out.' And that was true, it almost touched his shoulders too.

"The zebra stupid."

"Oh, well, sh-she's just a friend."

"Hmm, like Misty?" The settler pony shrunk back as the Pegasus's wings started to unravel.

"Or like Spitfire?" Soarin took a step closer to the yellow pony who squished his body onto the wall of the cart. Bright fearful greens being attacked by it's emotionless counterpart.

"Or maybe our dear Rainbow Dash? How bout Blaze, Fleetfoot, and sweet little Surprise?" The young stallion's nose was just barely touching Braeburn's cheek by then, each word pinning the Earth pony back more and more until he could smell beads of sweat mixing with paint.

"Were they just friends, Brae?"

Braeburn could only imitate a fish at that moment as he was forced to stare into Soarin's eyes. "I-I cn't UH!!" A wet muscle found it's way upon the pony's cheek and slowly dragged it's self to the corner of his eye before it drew back.

"Sure you will. And when you do," the light blue head nuzzled into Brae's mane, cooing and make noises that made a large lump and an unsettling pressure build up in his stomach. "you'll be touching the clouds and painting them red."

A blue tail flicked at the settler pony's snout as Soarin turned away, wings tuck as though nothing happened, and walked out the cart, but not without flashing a smirk at the paralyzed stallion. He stayed there on the ground as more ponies began to fill the train. Slowly, he got up onto his seat and held his head down, covering slivers of tears.

Two entities over looked two portals, one with a yellow pony on a train, another held the image of a family, some crying, some on the floor, holding onto still limbs of a young girl, a doll's silhouette through the white sheet over her yellow head.

"You have a higher calling than you believe young one."

The voice was disembodied, but there was the form of a young woman in a grey short dress with gloves and long socks, yellow hair hanging in front of her bright amber eyes. And two pairs of dragonfly like wings that pulsed with an invisible substance, yet gave off an eerie glow.

"But, how can help?" She plead up to everything, and yet nothing. "What am I supposed ta do?"

"You must help a lost soul to find peace in his life until he s ready for you to leave. YOU are his guardian fairy, to grant small wishes to protect him."

"Umm, okay, but how will I know what to do when I get there?" She emphasized with a jerk of her head towards her wings. "I don't even know how to move these things."

They are only so you may float and fly, you must only imagine how to do so.

"What about the wishing thing? Do I need a wand?"

It will not have much effect, for it shall be a meager piece of magic, but you may use it to cannel your magic.

"And how do I channel my magic?"

It was quiet for a good while, until the voice returned, "Uhhh, train from experience?"

"Wait, that doesn't make any-"

You shall begin now

"Wait NOW!?" She turned towards the picture with the horse, eyes wide. "Wait, I don't even- I JUST GOT HEEEE!!!" Then, the girl was absorbed into the portal with the horse, and disappeared along with it.

Then again, she did raise some good points.....