The Muffin Mare

----AUTHORS NOTE----
For those of you who read Chapter 3
SORRY!
I COMPLETELY FORGOT DINKY WAS HER DAUGHTER D:
So now I have to keep it this way for the rest of the story :/
Once again, SORRY!
Hope you like the story! Like I said in the description, this is a thing for my Derpy Hooves page!

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Derpy was walking through the streets, loving the peace of the city, and admiring every moment of the silence that shown through the town. As she walked through the streets, she could notice the familiar feeling of hunger growing in her stomach, she could’ve sworn she had eaten a nice big breakfast this morning though, but for some odd reason, she couldn't recall what she had eaten, or even waking up to eat breakfast. Either way, Derpy could’t help that she was hungry, but she didn’t want to fly all the way home, maybe she could go to Sugarcube Corner? Yeah, that sounded nice to her.

The feeling of hunger grew, it was almost getting close to painful. Not wasting any time, she went from walking, to running, to flying. Slowly, she made her way to the bakery, she loved their confections, though she knew she could do better, she wanted to taste something different. Finally, arriving at the store, she was walking toward the counter to see that nopony was standing there, she waited a minute, still nopony showed up. She inched her hoof slowly over to the bell to attempt to ring it, already knowing what was probably going to happen. She knew Pinkie Pie, and right as expected, right as soon as her hoof was hovered mere inches above it, the energetic pony burst out from behind the counter

“HEY! HOW’S IT GOING?!” yelled Pinkie Pie, right in Derpy’s face, then trailing off into random topics, as usual. Though anypony who would take this as rude, probably didn’t know Pinkie Pie. Uncaring to the fact of how loud Pinkie Pie was talking, Derpy was going to make her order, she was starving already, and needed some food. Quick. Derpy was trying to say her order without interrupting her.

“I woul-” was all Derpy could get out before getting interrupted again, she knew it was a lost cause to try to talk while she was talking, especially when she was this hyper. Instead she simply waited for Pinkie to finish talking, though it took a while, she was bound to finish at one point.

No, Derpy was wrong. All to wrong. She never finished, it had been forty-five minutes of her rambling on to herself. Derpy couldn't believe how long she could go without an answer from a second party! She was talking about pretzel muffins or something. Wait, that sounded nice! It had the sweetness of a muffin, and the saltiness of a pretzel! She attempted to order one, which was, of course, all in lost faith, because as soon as she got the order out a stallion dressed in all black, wearing a mask to cover his face. He had ran through the entrance doors, forcing them open as he moved through them with his extreme speed, while running up to the the pink pony behind the counter.

Just then, Derpy noticed that the stallion was carrying a cheap makeshift weapon with his wings, what looked to be a big metal pipe, he must’ve found it in an alley. He had bags in his hands. Anypony in the store knew he wanted money, and he looked like he had meant business. One slip up, and someone was bound to get hit, that was probably only if he was being nice, otherwise anypony may even get killed.

The stallion slowly walked up to Pinkie Pie, looking around to make sure nopony else was near him, he didn’t want to make a mistake himself. Soon, after seeing that nopony else was in the same section of the store except Derpy, which when he saw her he didn’t really think very much of her, mainly because of looking at her eyes, she looked harmless to him. The stallion had made his way behind the counter and right next to Pinkie Pie, which he could see the fear growing in her eyes.

“OPEN THE REGISTER!” he shouted, letting Pinkie Pie know that he meant business. To which she immediately responded by lifting her quivering hoof up to the button on the machine that opened the container, and pressing it just enough to make the register jump slightly as the cash compartment pushed its way open slightly. The stallion was expecting her to know what to do, yet she sat there in fear, unknowing what she was “supposed” to do.

“PUT IT IN THE BAG...” he said, while motioning his bag toward her. Waving the hollow metal pipe that was held in his wing, causing Pinkie Pie to flinch back out of fear that he would strike at any minute, as she placed the all the bits that she could hold in the bag, not to mention as fast as she could. Once she had emptied the register, and he could see that she finished, he walked towards the door, while facing them.

“NOPONY TRY TO BE A HERO AND NOPONY GETS HURT” he said, while making his way towards the door, then Derpy had caught his eyes. He saw her as an easy target, more like a bonus for this robbery, he could easily get fifty bits out of her,. He stopped walking towards the door and started making his way towards Derpy, who was scared for her life. She started breathing faster.

“TAKE THE BITS FROM YOUR BAG. NOW.” he said, while motioning his hoof toward Derpy’s bag with the muffin clip. Derpy knew it wasn’t a good idea to try to refuse, nonetheless retaliate, she thought it was best to just give him what he wanted and report him to the police later, and just pray that the police would find him and she could get the money back later.

“NOW!” he shouted, getting impatient. Reacting fast, Derpy opened the bag on her left side, using her wing to lift up the flap, and reached in with her left hoof. Picking up as many bits as possible, she moved her hoof toward him and extended it, almost as if she was offering it to him. Closing her eyes when he extended his hoof and had roughly snatched the money from her hoof.

Suddenly, a loud thud emanated through the room as the stallion had hit the wall. Confused, Derpy opened her eyes and looked up to find that when the stallion had snatched the money from her hand, he bent it in just the right way, causing her to shoot the sticky muffin mix from her hoof. The stallion was stuck to the wall, the floor was covered in bits from when he flew.

“HEY! LET ME GO!” he shouted, realizing that he was unable to move and was stuck to the wall. Derpy looked to the ground, only to see that he had dropped his metal pipe as well when he flew. Right now, Derpy knew she could either get revenge by hurting him, or let the law take care of him. Either way, she knew that he would learn his lesson. But she had to be responsible.

“I’m just going to let the law take care of you.” Derpy said as she walked towards Pinkie Pie, who was obviously shaking with fear, having to deal with this situation “So… Can I get that muffin pretzel you were talking about earlier?” she said calmly, as if trying to help Pinkie Pie know that it was all over.

“Uh… Umm… Yeah… Sure… Here! You deserve it!” she said, as she reached into the register and pulled out the muffin pretzel. Derpy didn’t understand how she did that, nor did she want to know.

She wasn’t really hungry anymore, because of the whole situation happening so fast, she lost her hunger. It was nice to have something to chew on anyway. She took of on her wings, flying home and most definitely taking her time. Happy of what she had just done. Saving someones life was a pretty big achievement now that she had thought of it, it put a toll on her she wanted to go home and relax.

The rest of the day was a blur, she didn’t even remember going to work. Then suddenly, she found herself in her bed. Her wings were sore.

What?

That was all a dream?

It seemed so real!

Then she was hit with a sudden realization, she could make it real.She could save peoples lives. She could make a difference in the world. She could do it.

Slowly turning to get out of bed, she saw the clock, taking a glance, she could see it was time to go to her side job as a mail mare. Slowly, she got out of bed and had completed the usual routine of getting ready for work. As she got her mail bag, she walked to the fridge to go get her muffin, when she realized there really wasn’t a need for one, she could make them now!

It was going to have to take some getting used to, not getting a muffin every morning. Yet, it was also going to have to take some getting used to eating muffins from her hoof every day for lunch, she never really thought she would say that. As weird as the thought was that she would have to eat muffins from her hoof everyday, she forgot about it and tried to make her way out the door of the house. She was just about to fly when a sharp pain had made her wings pin to her body, she just remembered that her wings were sore from this morning. She needed a way to fly around to deliver the mail, she can’t just walk from house to house, that would tire her out more than she could possibly imagine.

It didn’t take long till she realized she had the ability to shoot muffin mix from her hooves, she even thought that she could swing from it, the only hard part being that she couldn't be scared. She was thinking of how she would go through with this plan, when suddenly, she hears her time in her bag make a beeping noise, she knew this meant only one thing. Derpy was going to be late for her first stop in ten minutes if she didn’t move. Derpy knew she had to try to get off her feet without her wings.

She knew from experience that she could stick to stuff. But swinging from muffin mix seemed like a dare to try. If she goes to fast or falls, it could be a fatal mistake, but she had to move now. Quickly, Derpy turned her head to find a building in the corner of her eye. She raised her left hoof slowly, and bent it into position, causing the mix to shoot straight to the corner of the building, pulling it taut, she climbed up and began to use the momentum to swing herself across the streets and through the city, then as she reached the climax of the swing, she pulled out her right hoof and quickly shot the next strand of the mix while letting go of the other strand, as to continue the swinging motion.

She arrived at the next house, knocked on the door gently, while holding the mail in her mouth. As expected, the door slowly creaked open to show the recipient of the letter.

“Oh, hey Derpy! Is that my mail?” said the pony in the house.

“Yucsh, Itsh ishh! Cheeree! Shoo go!” said Derpy. Then noticing that the mare didn’t understand her, she took the envelope out of her mouth “Yes, it is! Here you go!” she said, with a giggle.

“Thanks Derpy, your kind of early don’t you think?” she said laughing, trying to show that she was tired, and probably didn’t appreciate her showing up that early, but she didn’t show it.

With that said, Derpy looked at her watch, nine minutes left till she was late till her first stop. She was amazed when she had seen how fast she had made it to the stop that quickly.

Maybe I’ll take this way rather than flying…