My little Derpy 2: Dr. Whooves got in!

I walked down the familiar abandoned street in Canterlot. It was hearts and hooves day, the pony equivalent of Valentine’s day, and everypony had a very special somepony, even Derpy, except for me. I spotted my old friend who recently quit the Dance party team, H_8 seed!

“Hey, H_8 Seed!” I shouted to him. He turned around, his hoof-made metal wings covered with dust.

Excited to see me, he opened his wings and flew towards me.

“Autora, old buddy, old pal!” he said. “How have you been lately?”

“Good,” I replied, “A bit lonely, nopony wants to be my ‘very special somepony’,”

H_8 shrugged. “Same with me. But you know what I bet?”

“What?”

“I bet that Ashcorp already slept with half of them.”

I nodded. “That’s a fair bet.”

Ken Ashcorp was the newest addition to the Dance Party Team. He is a red pony with a blonde mane, and his cutie mark was, oddly and ironically, three hearts.

“Well,” said the grey Pegasus, “see you around.”

“See ya,” I said, and left.

I walked to sugar cube corner to get a box of doughnuts for me and Dinky. As I walked into the store, Pinkie Pie greeted me with her usual energetic self.

“Hi, Autora,” she said, “happy hearts and hooves day! Who the lucky--”

I stopped her there. “Nopony,” I said. “I just came to get a dozen doughnuts.”

In a pink flash, pinkie got a box of sugar and jelly doughnuts, and brought them to me. For an Earth pony, she was fast. I paid her the 10 bits, including the tip, and left. “Bye, Pinkie!”

When I got home, I was surprised to see Trixie walking up to my door.

“Hey, Trixie,” I said to the blue unicorn, “how are you?”

“Good,” she said. She had gotten over calling herself “the Great and Powerful Trixie” a few months ago. “I know it’s a bit late, but I came to ask if you would be my very special somepony.”

I was speechless. If I knew Trixie well enough, she wouldn’t ask ANYpony what question unless she had real feelings for them.

“Uuhhh…”  I hesitated, “sure!”

“Great!” Trixie said. “Let’s go!”

“Hold on,” I said, “I have to do something real quick.”

I rushed inside, left the doughnuts and a note for Derpy, and went back outside.

“Alright,” I said. “Let’s go.”

We walked around Ponyville, we had a nice lunch and shared a shake at one of the fancy restaurants in town, and went to Trixie’s house.

It was nice place, though relatively small. She walked me to her bedroom. I knew what she wanted. She used her magic to push me onto the bed, and climbed on top of me.

After about an hour, I walked back to my place. The door was locked, so I assumed that Derpy was home. I knocked on the door, and a brown stallion with a black mane opened the door. Alongside him was Derpy.

“Ah,” said the stallion, “You must be Autora. I‘m Dr. Whooves.”

We shook hooves. Dr. Whooves stepped aside so I could enter my house.

“Autora,” said Dinky, “what happened to your hair?”

I chuckled. “Trixie happened.” And with that, I went to my room and fell asleep.