Cherry Ink, an OC shipping original

by Music within us

Rating: everyone
Tags: Comedy, Romance, Random, Slice of Life
Length: 706

'Hi! My name is Cherry Berry! What's yours!?!'

Hi! My name is Cherry Berry! What's yours?

When Ink Well, a goofy but very straightforward young buck meets Cherry Berry, a bubbly and cheerful but dangerous young mare, his life is turned around.
For better or for worse is to be found out for sure.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-14 05:19:00 UTC

The bubbly filly and the straightforward colt

I was skipping happily from school, humming a sweet melody that I once heard Fluttershy singing. Suddenly, I stopped when I saw a crowd gathered. I sank down through the floor and popped back up in front of it. I saw an Earth Pony colt bullying a Unicorn colt. The Unicorn colt had green hair as bright as grass and a black coat of fur, his eyes the same green as his mane. The Unicorn just stood and said, "You know, violence isn't the answer to anything." The Earth Pony simply laughed and said, "I like violence...gets the anger out..." Cherry glitched, her eye twitching, and she reappeared in front of the unicorn. Her face grew angrier and she yelled at the bully.

"Hey! Pick on somepony your own size!" I then turned around and bucked him in the face. He stumbled and fell, his muzzle bleeding. I turned again to face him, and gave him the stare. He simply stuttered as he said, "Y-you d-d-don't scare me!" But the unicorn trotted up next to me and said flat out, "The puddle of piss under your hooves says otherwise." The bully looked down and saw he had indeed pissed himself. He looked back up at me, and I smirked as I said, "Now go tell your mama that you picked a fight with the wrong filly."

The bully turned tail and ran, and I turned to the unicorn with a smile. He said to me, in a bray-tish accent, "You know, I could've taken care of him myself, but thanks anyway for the help." I grinned and grabbed his hoof and shook it excitedly, replying with, "No problem!" I then let go and asked, "So, what's your name?"

"My name is Ink Well," he replied. He then asked, "And...by any chance, can I get yours?"

"My name is Cherry Berry! Thanks for asking! I can tell, we're gonna be great friends!"

I then pulled him into a hug as he said, "Well, I do suppose I owe you that for helping me."

"Great!" I shouted cheerfully. I then nuzzled his neck and skipped away, back on the path home.

"Did...she just...nuzzle me?" He asked, bewildered by my actions.

Sadness in a Box

Pinkie Pie, a bubbly pink mare, was happily skipping from the Marketplace, her raincoat on since earlier, the Cloudsdale weather team had made it shower hard for the crops to grow. As she skipped, she heard crying from an alleyway, and stopped, her hooves glued in place.

'Is that...crying, I hear?' She looked into the alleyway, and she made an angry face. Crying was a huge no no for her, since her element was laughter. So, she marched inside and heard it come from the dumpster. She popped the lid open and looked. Then, her angry face melted away.

Inside was a cardboard box. Within the box, a 3 month old foal, beaten and bruised and starving. Her ribs jutted from underneath her skin from malnutrition. She had a coat of fur that had a soothing shade of pink to it, with splotches of lighter pink in it. Her mane and tail was red as a cherry with a strawberry colored streak in it. The mane and tail had curls in them that bounced and jiggled as the filly squirmed and cried. The foal's eyes really caught Pinkie's attention, because they shone with life and beauty in them, with their cotton candy colored Irises.

Pinkie thought to herself, "I can't just leave her here! She'll die! She's only 3 months old!' So, she took the foal from the box and sang a lullaby

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The foal was asleep, thankfully. Pinkie then wrapped the foal in her now dry raincoat and galloped straight to Sugar-cube Corner. From there, she got up the stairs and put the foal in a shower. She then brought out some baby food and fed the foal, who was now clean.

After all this, Pinkie put a hoof to her muzzle, deep in thought. Finally, a lightbulb came from the cabinet and flickered on. She giggled, a cute snort escaping her and she said, "I'll name this cute little filly...Cherry Berry."