Touched By The Skies

by NeilzTheGamer

Rating: teen
Tags: Romance, Comedy
Length: 510

Two ponies meet, Fast Thoughts and Stellar Skies, they find more meaning to life then what they do.

Two ponies, Fast Thoughts, a Pegasus who can hardly fly, and takes his time up with reading and drawing, meets Stellar Skies, also a Pegasus who flies and DJs for a living, who find more reason for living than to entertain others. Please do note this is my first writing, and it is a sort of spinoff/inspiration of k12314's 'A Dash of Stardust' which I wish was continued, but sadly k12314 has left, or is on a VERY long break.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-05-30 00:00:21 UTC

Met By The Skies

Tip... Tap... Tip. Tip. Tip. Why. Why does this pink pony have to stalk me? I slowly sit up from my bed, and look around. I really need to fix this place, theres dust everywhere. I turn to look out my window and the pink pony isn't there, neither is the tapping. I step off the bed and walk downstairs I definitely need to fix this place I look through the cupboards, my fridge, and my shelves and there is a bit of food, but its just noodles, and I Hate noodles. I look outside and I see the weather ponies finally bringing in the clouds and kicking the snow out. I wish I could fly that well. I grab my coat, my single glove (Lost the other one) and put on my fedora, its got stripes on it, and I like stripes. I trot from my home and to the plaza, and there are stands outside, even though its about to snow. I get a back and buy some blueberries, hay, bread, a book, and some carrots. I passed each stall with suspicion, I really don't like ponies, even if they are merchants. I turn to trot back, but I ram my head into a pony, and hit the cold, hard, ground, and my glasses land in front of me, and I get a good look at my face for a while. I've got a heavy green coat and brown mane and tail, both of which haven't been cut in a while.

“Oww, hey are you okay?” A mare with a light blue mane and darker blue coat, with green eyes... Like mine, askes me.

“I-I'm Fi-ine” I stutter (I also have a stuttering problem.) I slowly stand up, dust my coat off and realize my hats gone, my one prized possession.

“Alright, my name is Stellar Skies, or just Skies by my friends, whats yours?” The mare asks.

“I'm F-Fast Thoughts” I barely say, not being quite prepared to have to speak to somepony I just bumped into.

“I'm sorry for running into you, I guess I wasn't quite looking.” Skies says.

“Oh no, it's my fault, I shouldn't have turned so quickly” I return.

“How about we just say its equally our fault.” Skies tells me.

“I-I Guess.” I mutter, still confounded on this mare's forwardness.

“Alright, cool, see you around.” Skies tells me, and then she trots away and flies into the skies.

I'm trotting home, hatless but with coat still intact. I look up above me and see Skies fly over, and then she flies far, and then returns, and repeats this until I get to my house, and then she just flew away. I walk upstairs to my office, and grabbed a palette, put some paint on it, got a canvas and started painting. About an hour later, I hear some knocks on the door, Please not the pink pony. I open the door, and Skies is standing there... With my fedora. Wait, not mine, its a newer one.