Don't Call Me Adorable!

WARNING: A THIRD PERSON SECTION IS CONTAINED WITHIN! Also, this is about to hit Teen. Sorry, but me and Scribble's story grow up.

"S-SCRIBBLE!" My mom screamed in shock. Before I could react Derpy and Platinum were levitated off of me. Before I could try to explain what was going on I was levitated backwards at break neck speeds. The feeling of air whipping by made something new stir in me, and to my own surprise my wings flared open and actually slowed me down. Before mom could try it again I turned to confront her.

Mom was standing slack jawed. Behind her was Twilight and a completely unfamiliar mare. Twilight and the other mare were... laughing?! Mom seemed to realize this, and she turned to confront Twilight, but she didn't get a chance to speak before Twilight chipped in.

"Come on Winter, she's mature enough, and the first heat is always rough." Twilight comforted Winter. I... she... I was in or soon to be in my first heat?! Huh... so I was finally going to taste wine.

That was the tradition, a filly's first heat meant she got her first taste of alcohol. Just a taste though. I'd read once that they used to let the filly drink more, but stopped right about the time arranged marriages ended and age of consent laws came into play. History and tradition were interestingly like that, but was Twilight really going to follow tradition despite my age? Twilight winked at me, and I gaped. She was!

I turned back to Platinum and Derpy. This isn't good. They were giving me looks. I knew for certain I couldn't trust those looks. Those looks had 'lace' written all over them.

Was I the only sane one in this room?!

"Twilight, she isn't tasting wine yet. She-she's still my baby! Scribble's just twelve." Yeah! I'm just twelve! This is crazy! Twilight rolled her eyes as if what mom was saying was silly. Maybe it was... I mean... I'd always been curious what wine tasted like. Mom always got this far away look in her eye when I asked about it. "It was just yesterday that she stopped using diapers." eww mom! I stopped that years ago.

I stopped to think, really think. Where was all this leading too? This had to be Fantasi's work, but what was she trying to teach me? Was it patience, or was she trying to tell me to hurry and grow up already? This situation was extreme enough that either was an option. It stank of Fantasi's hoof work.

Fantasi's work was very imaginative, with many players feeling inspired by something one way or the other, and she always always always let things get just a little bit crazy. I mean, two schoolmates, a bully and a friend, trying to corral me into some early teenage herd? CRAZY, but wait...

Fantasi was old, really old. I'd read that back then ponies were expected to grow up faster. I remember being told something about a "champion." Was this her way of arranging a herd? Surely she'd picked up enough from me and Iron Bottom to know that things weren't done so early nowadays.

Right?

Ohh Fantasi no. That was it, she was trying to arrange a herd.

Ohh Scribble, what a wonderful idea!

What?! Fantasi, no! That was a horrible idea!

I'd have to age you up to make it legal, but a two year jump... that might be a bit much. Scribble, try to get Twilight to hit you with a big spell, I will do the rest.

Fantasi, NO! I'm not aging myself up so that you can arrange a unification between me and two fillies, especially not between me and those two! They keep talking about... I shuddered... lace!

Now that you mention it, I'd love to see you in lace.

But lace is for colts, Fantasi! Fillies aren't supposed to-

Scribble, that's sexist!

No, I mean-

I taught you better than that! I can't believe you would make such archaic remarks!

Fantasi, I didn't mean-

Scribble, I've changed my mind. Draw me up.

Fantasi, ponies can see me right now! Mom and Twilight-

Scribble, I wasn't asking. I love you, but you will NOT disobey me now. Not after everything I've given you. I've trusted you, don't throw that away.

y-yes Fantasi.

My whole body shook as I pulled out my pencil. Images of Fantasi flooded my body, filling me with a sense of deja-vu. I always knew that I'd do this one day, but doing it like this scared me worse than anything I'd ever done before. My secret for years was about to be revealed infront of a crowd of ponies! My mom was about to meet the goddess I had never told her about! Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh, oh-

Scribble... stop.

My whole body sagged in relief. I could feel tears on my cheeks and violent shaking as fear gushed out of me.

I'm so sorry Scribble... I ... I'm having trouble thinking lately. It might have to do with the return of... him.

No! Fantasi, stop. You know what thinking about... it does. Go rest.

thank you Scribble. I love you.

a-and I love you Fantasi.

I looked up and realized the whole room was staring at me. another shudder of relief passed as I realized just how close I had came to ruining everything. I needed a lie now. This was going to hurt.

Looking down at the line I had started to draw, I shivered as a terrible but effective idea hit me like a tidal wave. With great trepidation I wrote, starting with the line, 'Please don't fight over me. You guys love each other! It's not Derpy or Platinum's fault, I was just curious how it was to be in love like you two.' Bile rose up in my throat as the honey sweet lie lay on the page.

I had to try not to gag, but the shaking of disgust at myself probably helped the 'scared' image.

Scribble, if one of my orders would put you in this position, ignore it. I would never do this if I was in my right mind.

I smiled a little at Fantasi's reassuring words, and I looked up at mom to see if my lie had caught.

She and Twilight were nuzzling while approaching me. Guilt twisted in my gut as I watched them take it, hook, line, and sinker. I tried not to throw up in self hate as they both nuzzled me.

"Okay Scribble, just... I'm still giving you the other talk tonight." I blanched at the thought of the awkwardness coming. "and Derpy, Platinum?" huh? "Wait till she's older." Oh thank you Fantasi.

welcome

he he! Mom nuzzled me again, and I was led outside by Twilight's wing.

Twilight nuzzled me a third time as we stepped out into the setting sunshine. I nuzzled her back, hoping that she would take reinforcement towards agreeing with mom on things like this. Mom had the authority in things like this, so a fight here would be disastrous. Twilight had to learn the limits in their current relationship.

Spike was outside looking sleepy. I guess he really was a little dragon still.

"Hey, me and mom decided a date to get married." oh... snap. I raised up my ears quizzically and turned my head to show that I was curious. I had to do it consciously to ensure that my movements were obvious enough. I wouldn't have worried with mom, but Twilight was still relatively new. "It's going to be on the first day of the new year. A couple weeks after your birthday."

I frowned at the wait, but it was probably a good idea. At least it was after my birthday by a good distance, it wouldn't conflict that way.

"Oh, and Pinkie's party is this Saturday, tomorrow." huh.

Ohh... Buck

Fantasi let some of her consciousness leave Scribble, and drift back to the home of Filthy Rich. She smiled as she spotted Derpy and Platinum still listening for Scribble below. She floated lazily through the window, and reached her senses out to listen to the two fillies thoughts and words.

Platinum and Derpy grinned deviously as they closed the window. All they had to do was wait a few weeks, and then Scribble could be theirs! Miss Winter could hardly complain if her daughter was thirteen, could she? That would be "older," wouldn't it?

"So Platinum, how are we going to win over Scribble?" Derpy asked as their devious high began to settle.

"You saw the way she looked when we kissed her. We've already won, she just hasn't realized it yet." Both fillies giggled as thoughts of cute soft lips and wide eyes danced in their heads.

"The way her mouth just hung open." Remembered Derpy wistfully.

"The way she panted softly." Reminisced Platinum gaily.

"Her beautiful eyes." The recalled in unison, and let out a soft sigh.

Fantasi chuckled at the scene, not that the two fillies could hear. She might not be the goddess of love, but she had centuries before Scribble to learn tricks she could do with a little imagination and inspiration. She admitted to herself that this had been a total success.

Heck, it hadn't even been that hard. Both Derpy and Platinum were attracted to cute colts, it just took a little lighting and a soft breeze to show them how cute a filly could be too.

A sudden realization snapped her back to the two fillies. They were looking at each other now, and she could see the gears moving in their head. Scribble had opened their eyes to a whole other world, but they weren't quite there.

Fantasi inspired a small bird outside to flap its wings just a little bit harder. She inspired hundreds of birds for miles to move just a little bit more in a certain direction. A small breeze was generated that gently rolled into the room.

Derpy and Platinum's breaths caught as the breeze softly rustled their manes. She could see the light going off in both their heads. She smiled as the newly minted sisterhood became more with the soft gentle kiss the fillies' shared, and the next, and the next.

She inspired a nearby maid to place a minor sound trap on the room, by suggesting that she recall Winter's words to the sisters. The maid did it believing the sisters would need some privacy as they got over their first crush. She already believed that they were trying to get over it, Fantasi just had to show her the next logical step to that thought.

Fantasi smiled and blushed as the two fillies discovered love without anyone else being alerted. In a few months, with Scribble as the catalyst and focal point, that would cause poor mister filthy rich to loose a few marbles. That was going to be fun to see, after all he was just getting used to the idea that Derpy was his daughter. This was going to be a whammy.

Fantasi was a god of insanity after all, it was important to do it in little bits spread out enough to not hurt anyone.

She would watch to make sure his lost marbles didn't roll into the wrong bags. She wouldn't inspire love just to watch it burned as a sapling.

That was Celestia's schtick.

The Bitch.