A Dance with the Moon

A Dance with the Moon

A Moondancer in the Vogonverse Romance

Chapter 2 ‘Safety Dance’

Blossomforth’s POV - Jimmie’s home/City Hall

The early morning felt better than it had a few weeks ago. I could feel the moisture in the air, the natural building of weather, and of course I knew that I was going to have to fly up and take control of it before too long. Honestly, I’ve been hoping to see some other Pegasi around. It’s not that I don’t like spending time with Jimmie, because I do, but there are some things that only other Pegasi can really relate to. Plus, I’d like to be able to have a day off from weather duty.

The smell of eggs, potatoes, and cheese hit my nose and I practically fluttered down to the kitchen. Jimmie said that this used to be the City Hall for this small town, and that they put a small kitchen in for when they had prisoners being kept in the holding cell waiting for transport. That made some sense. If they had somepony stuck in the holding cell for a few days then they’d want to be able to feed them.

I saw Jimmie, his tall form facing away from me. In several ways he reminded me of an Earth Pony. Always a little randy, good with his hands, able to fix damned near anything, and strong. Although, he wasn’t quite Earth Pony strong. I’d say he was easily as strong as a Pegasus, which was nice, because I didn’t have to go easy on him like I would if I was deciding to have a little ‘adult wrestling’ with an Unicorn.

I giggled at that. There were some cute ones back in Ponyville. I guess that it never hurt that my barn door sort of swung both ways. I like stallions, the way they feel, the way they smelled, and the way they taste right before they made the cutest faces, but that said I’ve enjoyed messing around with mares too. I’ve considered trying to talk to Jimmie about herding, but at the moment he’s just been so happy to be with me that I’ve put it off.

“Feel like some breakfast?”

I grinned at him as I walked closer to him. Jimmie courted like an Earth Pony, and there was nothing wrong with that. After all, Earth Pony courting isn’t that different from Pegasi courting. Neither tribe really takes long to find their special somepony. Oh, the Earth Ponies have this weird thing about filling a flower up with some of their magic and then presenting it to their special somepony. I’ve heard of those flowers lasting for years, sometimes even an entire lifetime, and I guess that it makes sense. Personally I prefer the Pegasi way of presenting our special somepony with a primary feather from one of our wings.

Jimmie let me braid my primary into his hair, and that made me feel so good. I nodded, and watched as he scooped the eggs, some potatoes, and some toast onto a plate for me. He gave me a large helping of shredded cheese, and then made a plate for himself. I watched him fix his own plate, and then he took a seat across from me.

There was still a pleasant ache as a reminder of everything we did last night. It’s funny that Jimmie claimed my virginity, because I could remember using a toy to tear my maiden head. My mom had been so upset at that. She really had been, and now, now here it was that I lost it again to Jimmie, well I lost it about a week and a half ago. Since then we’ve done a bit more, including touring the fudge factory.

I watched as he looked at me, before he finally reached across and took my hand. I could almost feel a slight blush attempting to cross my muzzle. I wasn’t sure why it would be. It wasn’t like this was embarrassing in the slightest, but then again, I hadn’t ever really felt like this about anypony else. I wanted to be with him, I wanted to experience things with him, see what we could build here, and of course I was even considering us having foals.

I could remember telling Flitter and Cloudchaser that I wasn’t sure if I wanted foals. I think that it was because I just hadn’t met the right stallion until now. Our food was finished, slowly he stood, making to put the rest up, and I followed him. Watching him, seeing the muscles in his back move, I couldn’t help myself, and I wrapped my arms around him.

I felt him lean into my embrace, and to be honest, it was nice. No, it was better than nice, it was wonderful. Jimmie was happy to be with me, and I was happy to be with him.

“What’s the plan today?”

I could practically hear his smile, “The old theater. I’d like to get a look inside, see what movies were left, see what kind of equipment we have to work with, and go from there.”

I could remember the theater in Ponyville, and I could even remember the one we had in Cloudsdale. I wasn’t native to Cloudsdale though. There was some Unicorns, and Earth Ponies, that thought that every single Pegasus came from Cloudsdale, but they were wrong. Nope, I was born in Ponyville. My parents lived above it, and both of them had been born there too. Now, my grandmare, she was from Cloudsdale, and when her mom found out that she was diddling with a cocksure weather pony from Ponyville, she practically kicked my grandmare out on her hindquarters.

That was fine though. Grandpa’s family was way more accepting. I’d be lying if I said that I was all Pegasus. There’s a little Earth Pony from my Grandpa’s side. His mom, my Great Grandmare, was an Earth Pony. I’m fairly sure she was related to the Apples somehow. I wouldn’t be surprised. The Apples are practically related to almost everypony in Ponyville in one way or another. That might sound bad, but it’s true. I know they’re related to Carrot Top, and I know that somehow they’re related to Berry Punch. I heard that they’re related, about four generations back, to Mayor Mare. Though, it seemed to be just fine. I was just as much as a Pegasus as any Cloudsdale Pegasus, and besides my special somepony was stuck to the ground, so I was fine with it.

The two of us ventured upstairs and got decently dressed, but not before I flicked my tail at him, letting him get a good view of what he knew I had. It was fun to watch him pretend not to look, but catch him trying to look without being obvious. It was a game I was familiar with, and it was so much fun to play with him. When we finished getting dressed, both of us deciding on jeans, him a t-shirt, and me, well I found a nice backless shirt that he made for me. It had been a t-shirt that advertised someplace called Gold’s Gym, but some of the print had faded. So it was almost impossible to read, but the shirt was so comfortable.

I didn’t want to wear a bra, because for one it was a pain in flank to get it on under my wings, and two, I kind of like letting the girls go free. It gave Jimmie a show, and besides I loved the way the material of shirt felt against the girls. Since I was going braless I figured why not go full commando.

We left our home, headed down the street, and I could see the other buildings around us. Some of them looked like Jimmie had been working to fix them, and others looked like they were in some desperate need to be fixed. I felt kinda bad for those buildings. They obviously were meant to have people inside of them, but they were empty, and since they were empty they were falling apart. It reminded me of the small house just outside of Ponyville. I heard that it was originally Stinkin’ Rich’s first house, and that he kept it in the family until they were the richest family in all of Ponyville. At that point he sold it to Ponyville, and it just sat for a long time. It wasn’t until a newly wedded couple moved into town that it finally got somepony inside of it.

That made me smile, because that meant we could do the same here. We could get these places fixed, invite ponies out here, and let them move into those buildings. It’d be like Ponyville all over again, except there wouldn’t be a Sofa and Quill store. Who ever heard a store that just sold Sofas and Quills?

I stopped thinking when we made it to the theater. Jimmie opened the front door, and I followed him inside.

“If the Solar panels outside are any indication I’m betting this place most likely has some power.”

I followed him toward a room marked maintenance and he opened it. I saw a box similar to the one in our place, and he flipped a large breaker. When he did there was a spark, but then several lights began to flicker. We walked out and I could see the signs lit up all over.

“Well, glad to know that works. So, let’s go see what was playing.”

I followed him upstairs, and when we reached the top he opened a room with a projector, but it didn’t look like the one in Ponyville. It was small, and looked like it was hooked to some kind of box.

“Ah, looks like they began switching to digital movies. Oh well, Let’s see what was playing last.”

He turned the projector on, turn the power on to the box, pushed play and for a moment there was nothing, and then there was a mare working inside of a library. She was walking and strange stuff was going on behind her.

“Blossom, you’re about to find out who you’re gonna call.”

The Library - Main Collection - Main Floor

A short walk into the library had revealed that I was right about Moondancer loving the idea of living here. Her eyes fell on the various collected works that adorned the shelves and walls. The memories, memories that felt like they had been there all along, memories that I knew shouldn’t be real, but in some ways felt amazingly real, of us together made me realize that Moondancer was nearly about to break out into a major nerdygirlgazam at any moment.

“Want to look around?” I asked.

With a nod she walked toward the first shelf, which was a large collection of popular fiction. She tried to lift one of the larger volumes with her magic, and I watched as it glowed for a moment, and then fizzled out. I’d seen Blossomforth flying, so I knew that the Equestrians had access to magic. Blossomforth wasn’t flying right away, so I had to believe that the same could be said about Moondancer. She might not be able use her magic yet, but I had to believe that she would be able to use it after a while.

It only made sense that she would be like Blossomforth in that it would take time to get back to what she once had. She worked with her magic a little more, and then I watched as she did something I didn’t expect. She sat the book down, closed her eyes, and I felt a cold draft come through the room. I watched as something began to gather around her horn, something glowing, like life itself was gathering around her, and then I watched as her eyes opened and they were pure white.

She looked toward the book and it lifted with no problem, and so did every other other book in the library. She swayed and I ran toward her catching her before she fell over.

“Okay… not a great idea to induce a surge… but… I feel my magic now.”