Les petites juments

by Smashology

Rating: everyone
Tags: Scootaloo, Slice of Life, Anthology, Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Romance
Length: 1958

Three different points of view about love, starring the Cutie Mark Crusaders.

Love

"Strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties"
"Affection and tenderness felt by lovers"
"Affection based on admiration, benevolence, or common interests"

Cover art by ShutterflyEQD.

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Published 2016-06-29 16:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-06-29 16:50:01 UTC

The dreamer (Scootaloo)

It couldn’t really end like this, could it? Not what after I just been through. We’re going to get through this, right? We’re going to be together forever, right?

I’m starting to think over wise.

Leaving the park I headed to my house, stopping next to a road where ponies were waiting for something. Maybe there’s no special somepony for this filly. After all, I’m too out of their league for most of them. Maybe there was no such thing as ‘love’. I have crumbles every time I heard that word. But when I was about to accept my destiny as a loner I saw him, just standing there.

And he saw me. He was the colt of my dreams.

But his look was so hypnotic that I didn’t notice he joined Pinkie Pie’s occasional smile parade. And everypony knows that when it happens it becomes an impenetrable wall. I had to think fast: with a parade full of ponies, sometimes with the entire Ponyville population in it, it’s difficult to tell who is who. And with over 700 houses in the town it could make a stop anywhere. I trotted as fast as I could to the nearest house, but instantly I got tired.

Will I spend the rest of my time alone?

No, I was tougher. My special shortcut was right there, next to Sugarcube Corner. Soon I’ll catch up the parade. I never trotted this fast but every fiber of myself told me “you can do it. This is the one. You can’t let this one go, you have to keep pushing, you’re going to make it!” I’m doing well, nothing can fail...

And then a tumbril appeared from nowhere.

“Oh I’m so sorry” said the owner. Luckily the hay in it soften the crash but I wasn’t going to make it. Then I remembered: my scooter! I went to my house, took it, put on my helmet and I was ready to continue. The breeze on my face, the wind surrounding my body, I felt like Rainbow Dash.

And then a rock appeared from nowhere. You can guess what happened afterwards.

And just like that he was gone. The parade was over and I had nothing left but a damaged tire and a broken heart. When it comes to licking wounds there’s nothing better than sugar and there’s no place better in sugar than Sugarcube Corner, it was near to my house so it was convenient. After leaving my scooter at the entrance I ordered a chocolate-vanilla milkshake. When I was about to go destiny had a last surprise for me: he was there. I forgot everything else, I dropped my milkshake, I threw my helmet away and just focused on him. I suppose I acted similar to when I see Rainbow Dash but I don’t know about it.

“I have to tell you that you’re the best of the best ponies I’ve ever seen. I need to know you entirely. What’s your name? What’s your favorite color? Can I have a chunk of your mane?”

I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Who are you and why are you with my coltfriend?”

It couldn’t really end like this, could it? Not what after I just been through. We’re going to get through this, right? We’re going to be together forever, right?

I’m starting to think over wise. She prepared her hoof. You can guess what happened afterwards.

I stayed at Sugarcube Corner’s main door along my scooter. Maybe there’s no special somepony for this filly. After all, I’m too out of their league for most of them. Maybe there was no such thing as ‘love’. I have crumbles every time I heard that word. But when I was about to accept my destiny as a loner I saw him, running and flying on the road.

And he saw me. He was the colt of my dreams.

The enthusiast (Apple Bloom)

The theater curtain rises, revealing a stage play. Wooden houses and trees at the background, clouds hanging on wires resemble the sky, the lights focus on our main characters: a filly and a foal. She: yellow coat, red mane and a bow. He: orange coat and purple mane. Both dressed as children from a neighborhood. She with a pink dress, he with a blue-striped shirt and a baseball cap. She at the right and he at the left. Guitars begin to play, drums begin to rumble and they dance.

“When ya are happy with laughter to spare, ♪”
“Fun is twice as fun with someone to share. ♪”
“When you are lonely and full of despair ♪”
“Things aren’t half as bad when somepony cares. ♪”

Both hold their front legs and move their body to shake parallel.

“Maybe now ya have figured it out, ♪”
“That’s what bein’ a friend is ‘bout. ♪”

The foals face front, to the audience, he place behind her.

“When you’re lookin’ for a shoulder ya can cry on ♪”

He appears at her right.

“Won’t you think about me? ♪”

Then returns to his position.

“When ya’re lookin’ for someone ya can rely on ♪”

He appears at her left.

“Don’t you ever doubt me! ♪”

He places back to his original position.

“I’ll be there someway somehow, ♪”
“That’s what bein’ friends is about! ♪”

Guitars play louder, drums beat faster. Then continue by crossing their legs.

“When you grow restless and want room to breathe, ♪”
“I will give you all the space that you need. ♪”
“And when ya’re ready for mah company, ♪”
“I will come around, just call on me. ♪”

He holds her body in the air and twirl the filly.

“Maybe now you have figured it out, ♪”
“That’s what bein’ a friend is about. ♪”

Back to the ground, now she place behind him.

“When you need someone who feels the way you do ♪”

She appears at his right.

“Won’t ya think ‘bout me? ♪”

Then returns to her position.

“Someone who can pick you up when you are blue ♪”

She appears at his left.

“Don’t ya ever doubt me! ♪”

He places back to his original position.

“I’ll be there someway somehow, ♪”
“That's what bein’ friends is about! ♪”

The scenery changes from a village to a jungle, the stage goes completely black and ponies wearing tribal masks appear on the background, the music tunes up. Both kids hug each other and look directly to the eyes.

“I’m your friend, till the end. ♪”

The tribal ponies sing on chorus at unison.

“Count on me. ♪”
“In the sunshine and the rain ♪”
“Paradise and back again. ♪”

The tribal ponies sing on chorus at unison.

“Count on me. ♪”

The chorus comes back.

“Let me be a friend in need ♪”
“Let me be a friend indeed. ♪”

The tribal ponies sing on chorus at unison.

“Count on me. ♪”

The tribal ponies retire, the music tunes down and the scenery changes to an open field and both dancers look at the front, to the audience.

“And if ya ask me, ya know that it’s true; ♪”
“There is not a thing that I wouldn’t do! ♪”
“I’ll follow you to the end of the earth, ♪”
“That’s how much Ah think our friendship is worth! ♪”

The tribal ponies come back, but without their masks this time, the foals crossed their legs.

“Maybe now you have figured it out, ♪”
“That’s what bein’ a friend is ‘bout. ♪”

He twirls her.

“When there’s somethin’ that ya just don’t understand ♪”

Then stops.

“Won’t you think about me? ♪”

Now she spins him.

“I’ll be more than here to lend a helping hand. ♪”

Then stops.

“Don’t you ever doubt me! ♪”

For a last time they face the public, holding hands with the rest of the cast.

“I’ll be there someway somehow, ♪”
“That’s what bein’ friends is about! ♪”
“I’ll be there someway somehow, ♪”
“That’s what bein’ friends is about! ♪”

All the cast kneels, the music stops, the audience yells loudly and the taps are unanimous. The ponies head down, the theatre curtain falls.

Author's Note

Sometimes I feel God, fate, karma and bad luck conspire against me.

In memoriam of Rosanelda Aguirre, one of the best voice actresses of her time, mother of Rossy Aguirre, another great voice actress and my former teacher.

(1937-2016)

The tenderhearted (Sweetie Belle)

A young beautiful filly had such a happy life, she got everything she wanted, she had a family and friends that loved her. She wasn’t a bully or a bad girl, she was sweet and nice, that’s my everypony loved her because she cared so much for others. One day a note was passed to her, it said:

Will you go out with me?
Yes
No

She was confused, she had no idea who it was from, so without thinking she ticked the no box and left the note on her table as she walked out of the classroom. At lunchtime she was sitting with her friends. A foal walked up. He wasn’t the cutest foal ever seen but he had such an innocent look as he became closer to her.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes... I’m fine... thanks... I... just need to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“I was the one who gave you that note.”

The girls’ mouth dropped wide open.

“Have you still got the note?”

“Yes.”

“Pass it to me please.”

The foal pulled out the note from his cap and gave it to her. The girl grabbed a pencil, scribbled out the tick from the no box and ticked the yes box instead. She then folded the note and gave it back to the boy.

“Here you go” she smiled to him. “Read it.”

He unfolded it and noticed the tick of the yes box. A huge smile grew on his face, her friends gave her space and left them alone. He sat down next to her and stared at her for so long.

What she didn’t know is that the colt had been crushing on her for months, he wanted to ask her out so many times but didn’t have the courage too, until today.

One day however the foal looked upset.

“Is everything ok?” she asked.

“I need to tell you something, something important.”

“I’m listening to you. Tell me everything.”

After a deep breath he responded.

“...I’m moving.”

“That’s not so bad. Where are you moving?”

“Manehattan.”

They paused for a moment.

“But... if you’re moving to Manehattan that means... I’ll never be able to see you again” tears dropped from her eyes. “Please don’t move, without you I’m nothing.”

“I’m sorry but I can’t stay here. Mom already bought a house and sell our old one, the train arrives tomorrow.”

Both have tears running down their faces and hugged each other for so long they wouldn’t let each other go.

“I will keep in touch with you every day, I will send you letters, I will do everything to stay with you.”

“Ok” he said. “But for now let’s spend together the last moments with each other while we can.”

They stayed with each other all night until he had to go home, ready to pack for the journey tomorrow. They kissed for the very last time.
The train arrived the next day and, just like that, he was gone. But he delivered to give one last thing to her in time: his spinner cap. Inside it was a paper, she unfolded it. The paper said:

Will you go out with me?
Yes✔
No