Pony Tales

by Riki-blade

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Original Character
Length: 1107

A series of short stories all about the ponies of a far off land.

This is simply a collection of short stories all about my OCs, some may be dark, some may be light, they may have multiple parts, they may be one-shots. But I hope you find at least one that you like. I try to update as often as I can. Please don`t go short on the critiques, I want to know what you think!

Stories:

Years Gone Bye: Cradle wants to see his big brother one more time, just to do... something. (Mentions/reference of abuse, and minor swearing) Sad/Slice Of Life/A little romance if you squint at the end.

Published 2015-07-06 03:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-07-06 03:50:02 UTC

Years Gone Bye

The weather was a perfect setting for the conversation that was about to happen, the dreary grey smog of a sky chocked the town out, and seemed to trap everypony in their houses. The cobblestone paths were cold and the grass was wet and icy.

A rather tall and thin unicorn stallion stood at the entrance of a simple looking bakery. His eyes were a vibrant green, and his coat was a dark grey with slightly lighter splotches covering his body. His cutie mark was an odd one, of a teddy bear covered in bandage wrap with hearts around it. A semi abstract meaning held unto it.

But it didnt matter right now, what mattered right now was getting into that bakery. The few small, insignificant yet world changing steps it would take seemed to disappear from existence from the stallions mind and body. Yet, yet he would not allow this to overtake him. With the lurch of a drunken man fresh spat with insult in mind, he entered the store.

The outside paled in comparison to the gloomy nostalgia of the interior. The click clack of hooves alerted another pony, one who shared the stallion’s likeness to a scary extent.

He was shorted and pudgier, his black and white splotch hair was longer and more wild, he who had scars on his face, his eyes were blue, his splotches were in different places, he wore a yellow scarf and one green leg warmer on his right front leg, his cutie mark was a pink cupcake with frosting and a strawberry on it, his horn had cracked and split at the tip, and his ear was marred.

“Applbe-”

“My names Cradle Cop.” The taller stallion said in a shakily dismissive tone, he sat on a stool in front of the yellow scarfed unicorns counter. Silence filled the room, only the gloomy sound of pathetic rain filled the air.

“I got my cutie mark.” Cradle said, there was only the smallest hint of pride in his voice, and it drained at the end. “I work as a social worker now, for foals, my superiors say Im the best theyve ever had.”

A shiver came down the scarfed stallions back, he fiddled with his hooves, looking at the other with darkened eyes.

“Well, I guess it`s true what they say…” he growled, his face inching closer to the social worker.

The taller stallion refused the recoil, he simply scrunched his face up, he would finish this conversation. The blue eyed stallion simply smiled and tapped the younger unicorn`s hove.

“I see you`re engaged.” He said, staring the other straight in the eye, watching as he tried to smoothly panic and push himself away. His eyes dilated for a few short, nostalgic seconds, before his hard set glare returned.

“Y-yes, yes I am. She`s a lovely mare.” Now, his pride and love could be heard over the cracked shield of formality and maturity, but only a bit.

“Oh?” the baker smiled wider, his eyes wide. “Whats her name, I want to know my future-sister-in-laws name.” he said, putting his front hooves on the counter, lifting himself up to really get into the younger unicorns face.

“That. Is none of your business.” Cradle growled. Before the other stallion could speak he continued. “I`ll file a restraining order if you try to see her, or me.” He said in a panic, stumbling off the chair and backing up, he was sweating like Hell.

“Cmon, its me, your big brother, Chocolate Truffle.” The blue eye stallion said darkly. “I`m not gonna hurt no pony! Don’t tell me you came here just to make me feel bad.” He tsked, jumping over the counter.

Memories flashed, and those memories brought on more memories, it was a seemingly endless cycle. The young stallion`s mind filled with words he wished to unleash, possibilities he went through.

I trusted you…

Should he try to make amends?

Should he apologize and hug his brother, tell him what had happened?

Tell him his lover`s name, invite him to the wedding?

Buck him until his face caves in and he`s nothing more than a useless corpse?

Yell and scream?

Stay with him?

Talk it out?

Run?

Call the guards?

But, in the end, he was still a coward.

He ran, he ran and ran and ran and ran and ran until he couldnt run no more, and when he couldnt run, he broke, right there on the grassy fields he sobbed and sniffled and panicked and freaked. He did so until he could pick himself up and drop himself onto a train.

He was barley coherent, his hair a mess, his eyes clouded, tear streaks on his face, a pathetic looking colt, but the last efforts of care had been sucked right out of him.

When he made his way back into his apartment, she was there, waiting next to two plates of cold food. She didn`t even get angry, god bless her, she simply took his face with her wings and said;

“Whats wrong? Did something happen?” she asked, and god, god bless his life, he was thankful for her, and thankful such an angel was by his side.

Her, with her bright red eyes, and her muted purple mane and his ponytail muted pink hair, and her wings, and her voice. Her name fit her to a T, she was Shining, and she had enough Love that she could overfeed a changeling army.

It was now or never he decided, he told her, he let it all out.

Every moment, every sound, every thought, it all came out, right there near the front door. Every bit of abuse, every regret, he said it all. And she listened, she cried with him, she comforted him, and she never got angry about him being late for dinner.

She stayed over for the night, or day, he didnt remember which, all he remembered was lying on his bed, feeling refreshed from all the crying, feeling a good kind of empty. And he remembered falling asleep to her telling him how everything would be alright and how theyd be living in a nice farm in the countryside soon someday, and waking up with her to chase away the night terrors away.

Author's Note

Well, I finally posted something! Hah! Im pretty proud of this, I wanted to make it simple, but still have a little depth to it. Im probably going to make more stories centered around Cradle and Truffle. Go to Undari on deviantart to see ref sheets of the ponies mentioned in the story! -Rikiblade