The Pink and the Fieryby Ice FireChaptersPilot- Da IntroChapter Two- Da MareChapter Three- Da Bonding SessionPilot- Da IntroI woke up early in the morning, with a cold breeze flowing through my mane. My body shivered at the freezing weather that surrounded me. Well, I was sleeping on a park bench, so that could explain the shivering. I forced my eyes open and rubbed them with my dirty hooves. They were stained with cold water from various puddles left from previous rainstorms here in Canterlot. I suppose by now you're wondering, who am I? Well, my name is Ice Fire. I'm just your average traveler unicorn, with NO MAGIC. Yup. I was born without magical properties, as I was the offspring of two Earth Ponies. How did this happen? How was a unicorn born from an Earth Pony? I dunno. Anyways, this is my story. The story of when I finally found my special mare. This is a romance story, so if you don't like cheesy awkward scenes involving gibberish stammering and hard blushing, close this tab right now. On to the story- wait! I forgot the introduction credits! Roll dem credits! Ice Fire presents... The Pink and the Firey! A story involving my OC and Pinkie Pie Please enjoy. ...What? The intro's over? Oh well, I guess that the story is on... I managed to lift my nearly-numb body off of the cold wooden bench and onto the ground. The grass was wet, drenched in dew overnight. I decided to ignore the wetness and let it soak into my fur. I stood up on all four hooves and blinked my eyes. My eyesight was blurry from the drowsiness I still had inside of me from my awakening. My eyesight cleared up only by a little. It was probrably an awkward situation for the ponies that might have seen me, but since it was just the break of dawn, I was pretty sure nopony was here yet. Of course, I had to act fast, though. On rare occasions, the "fancy" ponies can come here to admire the scenery. At least that's what I think they do. Anyways, I shook my head and rolled it in various directions, hearing little cracks inside my neck. I yawned and rubbed my eyes once more. I was now fully awake and ready for another day of traveling. I grabbed my satchel that lied on the bench I was sleeping on (I used it as a pillow), and leaned foward to put it on. It slipped right on and hung from my neck in a rather smooth process. I looked around, and lucky for me, nopony was here. I blew a sigh of relief and began gallopping away, towards the entrance of the park. I wanted to continue my journey of finding my parents. Now, you're probrably scratching your head at this point, but to answer your following question, I don't remember the faces of my parents, and we have gotten separated after some huge explosion during a war that I somehow survived. Long story short, I was pretty sure that some white alicorn with a rainbow mane saved me, but I blacked out before I got the chance to see what happened to my parents. After I came to, I was in the middle of a forest, with no sign of any life there. I began my quest there, and not longer, came to Canterlot. And that lead to where the story is taking place right now. Back to the story. I reached the gates of the park not longer, and lucky enough, they were open. The ponies that work in the park like to leave the gates open very early in the morning, for other ponies to enter. It's a good thing that they don't normally check around to see any "intruders" in the park. I guess that's a total win. For me. When I finally passed the massive black gates, a stream of fright shot up my spine. The sun had risen and the citizens were already wandering about the stone trails leading to different places sround Canterlot. I nervously looked around to see if anypony was paying or even showing a hint of attention to me. I praised Celestia silently and continued. That's when a loud noise came out of nowhere. A quake boomed in my stomach, creating a faint rumbling sound. Half of the ponies gave me awkward looks, while the other half just kept moving along. If you didn't get any of that, I was so flipping hungry that everypony actually heard my stomach roar. I felt a blush creep on my muzzle. Without thinking and in one swift move, I quickly jolted past the ponies and ran to the nearest door I could find, only to get away from the embarrassing scene. And guess what the building I just ran into was. A bakery. A flipping bakery. When I finally realized what I'd just stepped into, my stomach began roaring like never before. The room was rather big, with a simple green and white checkerboard pattern on the floor and walls. There was a counter with many different types of cakes and chocolate truffles displayed behind a glass window below said counter. Behind the counter was a pink mare with shining blue eyes. She wore a simple white apron, with a matching hat placed neatly upon her head. She appeared to be cleaning the walls, but hesitated when I came in. She twirled around and greeted me warmly. "Hello! Welcome to Sugarcube Treat Emporiu-" I rushed to the glass window of the counter, staring at the mouth-watering desserts that lay uneaten before me. I quickly reached into my satchel and pulled out all of the money I had. I dumped it onto the counter in front of the mare, startling her and the one customer sitting at the table closest to me. I shouted, "How much for your finest breakfast special?!" Author's Note Pleeeez tel me wut u tot uv dis sturee, in duh comentz sekzun bulow. Chapter Two- Da MareI slouched back into my seat, satisfied with the huge breakfast omelet that lay half-digested in my stomach. Sheesh, it tasted so good. I mean, the egg taste blended so greatly with those other ingredients that I didn't even bother to peek at because it was so flipping delicious. Best of all, it was free. I was pretty sure that the mare who gave it to me was somehow scared of me. Probably because I burst into her shop and suddenly went crazy. Probably why she said "It's on the house" and scrambled away. No, no. I am a generous stallion, so I must pay her. I licked the remains of the omelet that lay on my lips and grabbed the satchel as I approached the counter, with the pink mare scrubbing the contents of her side of the counter with a wet rag. She seemed immersed in her work, becuase when I came near her, she looked up at me and let out a startled shriek. "Eeee!" I mentally slapped a hoof on my forehead, but I didn't want to insult her. Instead, I raised an eyebrow. In response, a blush lined her muzzle. I smiled and took out ten bits to pay for the breakfast given to me. She nervously put a grin on her face and stood up straight, while I slid the ten bits to her. "Thanks," I simply said. I wanted to thank her by her own name, but I couldn't find a nametag on her stained apron. "Uh," I added. The mare knew what I was getting on to, and replied, "Pinkie Pie, and yours?" "Ice Fire. Ice Fire's my name." "Oh. Nice name, Ice Fire." "You too, Pinkie." Then we just stood there in an awkward moment, which probrably lasted for six minutes. After those six minutes of my life I'll never get back, I decided to break the silence by turning around and exiting the store. However, my plan didn't go as smoothly. As I turned, my elbow knocked into a stack of plates, making it crash onto he floor with an ear-splitting crash. The mare raised her eyebrows rather than scolding me, and rushed towards the broken plates. I wanted to help, of course. I leaned down and tried to lay my hoof onto the plates to pick them up (remember? I don't have any magic.), but the pink mare beat me there. Our hooves collided in a way-over-awkward moment, and I retracted my hoof as if I were stung by a manticore tail. We looked up to each other. For another three minutes. I should really stop staring at mares... I broke our eye contact and said, "I'll get it." and took the huge chunks of porcelain towards the counter. She followed with the rest of the pieces, and we dumped them on the counter. She thanked me and I thanked her back for the breakfast. She took her old rag and continued scrubbing. I immediately grabbed my satchel and ran away as fast as my hooves could take me, out the door and avoiding ponies as they stared daggers. I didn't look back, but I knew that the mare was confused that I left so early. Ok, here's what was going on in my mind when i did such a thing like abandoning a new friend. First, I wanted to continue the journey of finding my parents, yada yada questathon. Second, it was too cheesingly awkward. I mean, go back a few lines and you'll find me staring at her. As stated, awkward! I dared to look back, but no one seemed to be confused anymore. When I turned around, however, I was met with the image of pink. Pink fur, to be precise. The mare- no, Pinkie Pie, basically spawned in front of me. When I finally realized who was the one I crashed into, I withdrew myself and let out a little yelp. Pinkie towered over me and smiled. "Hi!" She held out out a hoof. I slowly placed mine on hers and she pulled me up. "H-hi. How did you-" I started before she interrupted. "Oh, I've been known to break the fourth wall, but you probably didn't need to know that." What? She continued (really fastly), "So,IspawnedinfrontofyoubecauseIseeyou'renewintownandthatmustmeanyouknowlittleaboutCanterlotandsinceyouknowlittleofCanterlot,youmustnothaveanyfriendsso-*gasp*-Itookabreakfrommyjobtobondwithyousolet'sbefriends!" I put a blank expression on my face. "C-could you repeat that?" Author's Note *puts on judging armor* My body is ready to be judged. Chapter Three- Da Bonding SessionI sat in a rather comfortable chair with one feeling in my mind: awkwardness. In front of me lay a milkshake on a table, and across the table sat a pink mare constantly blowing bubbles into her milkshake using her straw. I simply said, "Pinkie Pie, I appreciate this... 'bonding session,' but I-" Pinkie interrupted me in mid sentence. "So, I went to my friend's boutique, and her cat immediately started hissing at me! Then I tried to talk sense into that cat, and it stared at me for a couple of seconds and ran away! Then I said, 'Don't turn your back on me!' and the cat was like, 'Mya!' and then I raged for six minutes and the cat was like.." "Pinkie.." "Mya!" "Pinkie," I tried to get her attention. "And then the cat started licking itself..." "Pinkie!" "Yeah?" I was relieved she was finished with her... cat story. I was about to talk to her, but she started slurping the last droplets of her milkshake, which made an annoying sound that would drown out my words. I didn't want to be rude, so I said nothing and simply stayed put in my seat. We were outside of Sugarcube Treat Emporium, drinking milkshakes that Pinkie said were on the house. We sat in one of those fancy shaded seats that were placed outside. While waiting for Pinkie, I shooed away a fly that tried to reach my milkshake. We could've eaten inside. Pinkie pushed away her milkshake cup and placed her elbow on the table while cupping her chin with her hoof. "Yes?" She said. I mentally slapped a hoof to my forehead... again, and continued. "Pinkie, I appreciate how you want to make friends with every single pony you see, but I'm on a really important thingamajigee, so I have to say, I'll meet you another time." Pinkie's grin slowly morphed into a slight frown. ...Was I too hard on her? I began to slowly back away, my satchel hanging from my neck. I took one last glance at the table we sat at to wave goodbye- but Pinkie wasn't there. I simply shrugged and turned back, only to bump into Pinkie once again. "A-are you sure? I-I mean..." Pinkie stammered. She obviously wanted to continue "bonding" with me. I held a hoof up as if to say, "Let me talk." I told her I needed to travel somewhere important, and walked away with a slight sense of unease. All of a sudden, she blurted out, "Can I come with you?" My mental forehead was getting tired of all these mental facehooves. It has been only six minutes of walking on a dirt trail not even outside of Canterlot with a fully packed pink, enthusiastic mare and I've already been drove crazy. With her constant babbling about "pickle barrels," "kumquats," and "chimi-cherry-changas," I just couldn't take it anymore. "Pinkie!" She stopped bounding around and froze in mid-air. "Pinkie, I have to do this alone." "Well, you are alone! Alone with me!" I sighed and started walking, with Pinkie following me. "Hey, Icey?" "Yes, Pin- Did you just call me Icey?" "Yea." "Please don't..." I said. I, uh, hated pet names. Especially from pink mares I'd just met an hour ago. Pinkie automatically replied, "You're right. I'll call you Fiery!" This was going to be a long fanfic- I mean, trip. At one point in my journey of mystery and Pinkie's journey of drooling over the thought of frosting, she'd mentioned her friends- I think their names were Twilight, Applejack (She spit on me when she mentioned that name.), Airity, Shutterfly, and Rainbow Crash. I could be wrong on the last three. It was hard to make out what Pinkie was saying with her mouth filled with cake. (how did she even pack cake? Her backpack was hardly bigger than my satchel.) Anyways, she started to go into some stuff and, whaddaya know, she's a magical Element of Harmony. I have never laughed so hard in my life. I mean, she was the real Element of Laughter, but she just seemed so wierd that I thought I was traveling with a lunatic. HEY! N-no offense, Luna. No offense. ...Continuing, Pinkie started to talk more about her friends in Ponyville- I then thought about our next destination. Author's Note "There's no reasoning with madness, or CATS, for that matter! Seriously, try talking sense into a cat. They just stare at you with those lifeless, patronizing eyeballs for like... A couple of seconds and then they just walk away! And then you're all like, 'D-Don't turn your back on me!' And then they're all like, 'Mya!' And then you're like, 'MPHMURPHMPH,' And then they're all like, 'Mya!'" -Stamper ... ... ...Battleblock Theater, anyone?
Pilot- Da IntroI woke up early in the morning, with a cold breeze flowing through my mane. My body shivered at the freezing weather that surrounded me. Well, I was sleeping on a park bench, so that could explain the shivering. I forced my eyes open and rubbed them with my dirty hooves. They were stained with cold water from various puddles left from previous rainstorms here in Canterlot. I suppose by now you're wondering, who am I? Well, my name is Ice Fire. I'm just your average traveler unicorn, with NO MAGIC. Yup. I was born without magical properties, as I was the offspring of two Earth Ponies. How did this happen? How was a unicorn born from an Earth Pony? I dunno. Anyways, this is my story. The story of when I finally found my special mare. This is a romance story, so if you don't like cheesy awkward scenes involving gibberish stammering and hard blushing, close this tab right now. On to the story- wait! I forgot the introduction credits! Roll dem credits! Ice Fire presents... The Pink and the Firey! A story involving my OC and Pinkie Pie Please enjoy. ...What? The intro's over? Oh well, I guess that the story is on... I managed to lift my nearly-numb body off of the cold wooden bench and onto the ground. The grass was wet, drenched in dew overnight. I decided to ignore the wetness and let it soak into my fur. I stood up on all four hooves and blinked my eyes. My eyesight was blurry from the drowsiness I still had inside of me from my awakening. My eyesight cleared up only by a little. It was probrably an awkward situation for the ponies that might have seen me, but since it was just the break of dawn, I was pretty sure nopony was here yet. Of course, I had to act fast, though. On rare occasions, the "fancy" ponies can come here to admire the scenery. At least that's what I think they do. Anyways, I shook my head and rolled it in various directions, hearing little cracks inside my neck. I yawned and rubbed my eyes once more. I was now fully awake and ready for another day of traveling. I grabbed my satchel that lied on the bench I was sleeping on (I used it as a pillow), and leaned foward to put it on. It slipped right on and hung from my neck in a rather smooth process. I looked around, and lucky for me, nopony was here. I blew a sigh of relief and began gallopping away, towards the entrance of the park. I wanted to continue my journey of finding my parents. Now, you're probrably scratching your head at this point, but to answer your following question, I don't remember the faces of my parents, and we have gotten separated after some huge explosion during a war that I somehow survived. Long story short, I was pretty sure that some white alicorn with a rainbow mane saved me, but I blacked out before I got the chance to see what happened to my parents. After I came to, I was in the middle of a forest, with no sign of any life there. I began my quest there, and not longer, came to Canterlot. And that lead to where the story is taking place right now. Back to the story. I reached the gates of the park not longer, and lucky enough, they were open. The ponies that work in the park like to leave the gates open very early in the morning, for other ponies to enter. It's a good thing that they don't normally check around to see any "intruders" in the park. I guess that's a total win. For me. When I finally passed the massive black gates, a stream of fright shot up my spine. The sun had risen and the citizens were already wandering about the stone trails leading to different places sround Canterlot. I nervously looked around to see if anypony was paying or even showing a hint of attention to me. I praised Celestia silently and continued. That's when a loud noise came out of nowhere. A quake boomed in my stomach, creating a faint rumbling sound. Half of the ponies gave me awkward looks, while the other half just kept moving along. If you didn't get any of that, I was so flipping hungry that everypony actually heard my stomach roar. I felt a blush creep on my muzzle. Without thinking and in one swift move, I quickly jolted past the ponies and ran to the nearest door I could find, only to get away from the embarrassing scene. And guess what the building I just ran into was. A bakery. A flipping bakery. When I finally realized what I'd just stepped into, my stomach began roaring like never before. The room was rather big, with a simple green and white checkerboard pattern on the floor and walls. There was a counter with many different types of cakes and chocolate truffles displayed behind a glass window below said counter. Behind the counter was a pink mare with shining blue eyes. She wore a simple white apron, with a matching hat placed neatly upon her head. She appeared to be cleaning the walls, but hesitated when I came in. She twirled around and greeted me warmly. "Hello! Welcome to Sugarcube Treat Emporiu-" I rushed to the glass window of the counter, staring at the mouth-watering desserts that lay uneaten before me. I quickly reached into my satchel and pulled out all of the money I had. I dumped it onto the counter in front of the mare, startling her and the one customer sitting at the table closest to me. I shouted, "How much for your finest breakfast special?!" Author's Note Pleeeez tel me wut u tot uv dis sturee, in duh comentz sekzun bulow.
Chapter Two- Da MareI slouched back into my seat, satisfied with the huge breakfast omelet that lay half-digested in my stomach. Sheesh, it tasted so good. I mean, the egg taste blended so greatly with those other ingredients that I didn't even bother to peek at because it was so flipping delicious. Best of all, it was free. I was pretty sure that the mare who gave it to me was somehow scared of me. Probably because I burst into her shop and suddenly went crazy. Probably why she said "It's on the house" and scrambled away. No, no. I am a generous stallion, so I must pay her. I licked the remains of the omelet that lay on my lips and grabbed the satchel as I approached the counter, with the pink mare scrubbing the contents of her side of the counter with a wet rag. She seemed immersed in her work, becuase when I came near her, she looked up at me and let out a startled shriek. "Eeee!" I mentally slapped a hoof on my forehead, but I didn't want to insult her. Instead, I raised an eyebrow. In response, a blush lined her muzzle. I smiled and took out ten bits to pay for the breakfast given to me. She nervously put a grin on her face and stood up straight, while I slid the ten bits to her. "Thanks," I simply said. I wanted to thank her by her own name, but I couldn't find a nametag on her stained apron. "Uh," I added. The mare knew what I was getting on to, and replied, "Pinkie Pie, and yours?" "Ice Fire. Ice Fire's my name." "Oh. Nice name, Ice Fire." "You too, Pinkie." Then we just stood there in an awkward moment, which probrably lasted for six minutes. After those six minutes of my life I'll never get back, I decided to break the silence by turning around and exiting the store. However, my plan didn't go as smoothly. As I turned, my elbow knocked into a stack of plates, making it crash onto he floor with an ear-splitting crash. The mare raised her eyebrows rather than scolding me, and rushed towards the broken plates. I wanted to help, of course. I leaned down and tried to lay my hoof onto the plates to pick them up (remember? I don't have any magic.), but the pink mare beat me there. Our hooves collided in a way-over-awkward moment, and I retracted my hoof as if I were stung by a manticore tail. We looked up to each other. For another three minutes. I should really stop staring at mares... I broke our eye contact and said, "I'll get it." and took the huge chunks of porcelain towards the counter. She followed with the rest of the pieces, and we dumped them on the counter. She thanked me and I thanked her back for the breakfast. She took her old rag and continued scrubbing. I immediately grabbed my satchel and ran away as fast as my hooves could take me, out the door and avoiding ponies as they stared daggers. I didn't look back, but I knew that the mare was confused that I left so early. Ok, here's what was going on in my mind when i did such a thing like abandoning a new friend. First, I wanted to continue the journey of finding my parents, yada yada questathon. Second, it was too cheesingly awkward. I mean, go back a few lines and you'll find me staring at her. As stated, awkward! I dared to look back, but no one seemed to be confused anymore. When I turned around, however, I was met with the image of pink. Pink fur, to be precise. The mare- no, Pinkie Pie, basically spawned in front of me. When I finally realized who was the one I crashed into, I withdrew myself and let out a little yelp. Pinkie towered over me and smiled. "Hi!" She held out out a hoof. I slowly placed mine on hers and she pulled me up. "H-hi. How did you-" I started before she interrupted. "Oh, I've been known to break the fourth wall, but you probably didn't need to know that." What? She continued (really fastly), "So,IspawnedinfrontofyoubecauseIseeyou'renewintownandthatmustmeanyouknowlittleaboutCanterlotandsinceyouknowlittleofCanterlot,youmustnothaveanyfriendsso-*gasp*-Itookabreakfrommyjobtobondwithyousolet'sbefriends!" I put a blank expression on my face. "C-could you repeat that?" Author's Note *puts on judging armor* My body is ready to be judged.
Chapter Three- Da Bonding SessionI sat in a rather comfortable chair with one feeling in my mind: awkwardness. In front of me lay a milkshake on a table, and across the table sat a pink mare constantly blowing bubbles into her milkshake using her straw. I simply said, "Pinkie Pie, I appreciate this... 'bonding session,' but I-" Pinkie interrupted me in mid sentence. "So, I went to my friend's boutique, and her cat immediately started hissing at me! Then I tried to talk sense into that cat, and it stared at me for a couple of seconds and ran away! Then I said, 'Don't turn your back on me!' and the cat was like, 'Mya!' and then I raged for six minutes and the cat was like.." "Pinkie.." "Mya!" "Pinkie," I tried to get her attention. "And then the cat started licking itself..." "Pinkie!" "Yeah?" I was relieved she was finished with her... cat story. I was about to talk to her, but she started slurping the last droplets of her milkshake, which made an annoying sound that would drown out my words. I didn't want to be rude, so I said nothing and simply stayed put in my seat. We were outside of Sugarcube Treat Emporium, drinking milkshakes that Pinkie said were on the house. We sat in one of those fancy shaded seats that were placed outside. While waiting for Pinkie, I shooed away a fly that tried to reach my milkshake. We could've eaten inside. Pinkie pushed away her milkshake cup and placed her elbow on the table while cupping her chin with her hoof. "Yes?" She said. I mentally slapped a hoof to my forehead... again, and continued. "Pinkie, I appreciate how you want to make friends with every single pony you see, but I'm on a really important thingamajigee, so I have to say, I'll meet you another time." Pinkie's grin slowly morphed into a slight frown. ...Was I too hard on her? I began to slowly back away, my satchel hanging from my neck. I took one last glance at the table we sat at to wave goodbye- but Pinkie wasn't there. I simply shrugged and turned back, only to bump into Pinkie once again. "A-are you sure? I-I mean..." Pinkie stammered. She obviously wanted to continue "bonding" with me. I held a hoof up as if to say, "Let me talk." I told her I needed to travel somewhere important, and walked away with a slight sense of unease. All of a sudden, she blurted out, "Can I come with you?" My mental forehead was getting tired of all these mental facehooves. It has been only six minutes of walking on a dirt trail not even outside of Canterlot with a fully packed pink, enthusiastic mare and I've already been drove crazy. With her constant babbling about "pickle barrels," "kumquats," and "chimi-cherry-changas," I just couldn't take it anymore. "Pinkie!" She stopped bounding around and froze in mid-air. "Pinkie, I have to do this alone." "Well, you are alone! Alone with me!" I sighed and started walking, with Pinkie following me. "Hey, Icey?" "Yes, Pin- Did you just call me Icey?" "Yea." "Please don't..." I said. I, uh, hated pet names. Especially from pink mares I'd just met an hour ago. Pinkie automatically replied, "You're right. I'll call you Fiery!" This was going to be a long fanfic- I mean, trip. At one point in my journey of mystery and Pinkie's journey of drooling over the thought of frosting, she'd mentioned her friends- I think their names were Twilight, Applejack (She spit on me when she mentioned that name.), Airity, Shutterfly, and Rainbow Crash. I could be wrong on the last three. It was hard to make out what Pinkie was saying with her mouth filled with cake. (how did she even pack cake? Her backpack was hardly bigger than my satchel.) Anyways, she started to go into some stuff and, whaddaya know, she's a magical Element of Harmony. I have never laughed so hard in my life. I mean, she was the real Element of Laughter, but she just seemed so wierd that I thought I was traveling with a lunatic. HEY! N-no offense, Luna. No offense. ...Continuing, Pinkie started to talk more about her friends in Ponyville- I then thought about our next destination. Author's Note "There's no reasoning with madness, or CATS, for that matter! Seriously, try talking sense into a cat. They just stare at you with those lifeless, patronizing eyeballs for like... A couple of seconds and then they just walk away! And then you're all like, 'D-Don't turn your back on me!' And then they're all like, 'Mya!' And then you're like, 'MPHMURPHMPH,' And then they're all like, 'Mya!'" -Stamper ... ... ...Battleblock Theater, anyone?
