Unpredictable (Balloons)

Today’s the day he would meet with Pinkie Pie. He honestly took quite a liking to the crazy pink mare. He never met any fun ponies like her that could make him smile that easily. He assumed that he would spend the day on some baking misadventures or something of the sort. He looked forward to it. Rarity was still ridiculously busy, he could tell by the outside of her store.

The newspaper was fairly boring, as usual. There was a rainstorm scheduled for this Sunday, but that was all. He got to Sugar Cube Corner fairly early, considering its opportune location near the center of town. Before he could even knock, Pinkie rushed out and started jumping up and down, causing her voice to sound even more silly than usual.

“You’re FINALLY here! Hi Swiftpen! How’re you doing? I’m doing juuuust fine! Let’s bake some stuff!!!” She then rushed back in without missing a beat. He couldn't resist but grin wildly at her actions, ignoring the completely illogical aspect of the pony.

“Misadventures” was right, it was absolutely wild. Pinkie managed to bake in a completely organized and correct manner. It was Swiftpen that caused a lot of the damage. Pinkie took a lot of time in helping the stallion, understanding his inexperience. She never lost her gigantic smile, and neither did the author pony. It was a ridiculous amount of fun, that he never really expected.

She made trivial things fun by adding a rhythm, and often singing along to her “work”. After everything was made, the combo team Pinkie and Swiftpen sold their creations. As imagined, the sets that Pinkie mostly worked on looked best and sold the most. But they didn't care. They had, and were having too much fun to care. When it eventually got late, Swiftpen was almost sad he had to leave.

“It was great, Pinkie. I really enjoyed our time together. Let’s do this again sometime, okay?” She never had any expression on her face that didn't show extreme enjoyment.

“Of course we can! Don’t be silly. I’d be GLAD to spend some more time with you! I think we’re already the best of friends! Now seeya round, Swifty!” He walked home, all the while with a smile on his face. He never wrote anything down. He didn't need to, he remembered every second with that mare clearly.

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He woke up, again feeling surprisingly refreshed as with the morning after the party. He head out at 9:30 this morning, knowing the distance between Ponyville and Sweet Apple Acres. He still managed to arrive early. Nothing too specific went on. They did simple apple-related labor, and that was pretty much it. It was pretty easy for Swiftpen.

“So, uh, no offense, but how’re you so strong? You don’t look the part, that’s cert’n.” He saw this coming.

“Actually, Ms. Apple, I am a black belt in karate. I trained for around 4 years. You’d be surprised as to how some simple sport-fighting moves can help you out a lot. I also learned quite a bit of self-defense, but isn't that all fairly useless? Especially in a place like Ponyville.” She looked very surprised.

“Wow. That’s mighty interestin’. I never saw it comin’.” She was always very honest, and Swiftpen really appreciated that. He never knew any other ponies with that quality. Besides himself, of course. He didn't have to write down much. She was pretty self-explanatory. A simple farmpony that enjoyed and knew her job well. She took lots of pride in her work, as well. All useful things in her line of work. He went to his house that night, tired from the hard work. He wondered what Rarity would have in store. He assumed some classy discussion over romance and chivalry, perhaps over some fancy tea. He wouldn't lie, that all sounded fairly boring to him. Besides the romance. Man, did he enjoy romance.

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He went to Rarity’s boutique at the scheduled time. The mare instantly hugged him as he walked in. She was absolutely giddy.

“Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! I couldn't possibly express how thankful I am of you, with all seriousness!”

“Hello… Ms. Rarity… how are you.. doing.. today?” She finally released her death grip.

“I’m doing just wonderful, Mr. Swiftpen. I honestly have quite a bit of work to do, but we can sit and chat for a couple of hours. I sure wouldn't mind taking a break.” They did just as Swiftpen assumed they would. The tea was quite nice, he had to admit, and Rarity had an excellent view on romance. On the outside she seemed quite vain, but her generous nature overpowered that easily. Normally you’d assume it’d be one or the other, but the fashionable mare pulled off both excellently, especially with the better quality being the stronger.

Her work was also fascinating to watch. She didn't do chaos. It was either organized or bust. And he could clearly tell the difference between chaos and organized chaos. He liked the mare, but her love for fashion bored him, and honestly vanity was a useless topic for the stallion, being one to ignore most physical possessions. He wrote down a bit, as Rarity was the pony he knew the least about beforehand, but still a fairly simple mare. He left home and wrote a lot more of the surprise. Only one day left of the plan. This would be the most interesting, as he knew that Twilight had picked up on his secret-suspicious behavior. Maybe secrets would be revealed. He could not say himself.