Weapon of Math Destruction

by Ultimate Punch

Rating: everyone
Tags: Lyra, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Bon-Bon, Derpy Hooves, Cheerilee, Slice of Life
Length: 7833

Cheerilee's days as a student at Ponyville Elementary.

Cheerilee is a sheltered, over imaginative, home schooled filly about to start her first day at Ponyville Elementary. Lyra is an energetic hooligan with a keen interest in the unusual. Bonbon is a clueless, young pony who somehow gets pulled into her childhood friend's shenanigans. And Derpy is a clumsy, young pegasus with a troublesome past.

What happens when these four fillies are placed into the same classroom along with several other unique students? The past happens—er, happened? Just read the story...

Published 2012-07-03 14:54:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-23 03:57:12 UTC

Bullies and Butt-heads

The accursed day had finally arrived…

Cheerilee stood in front of Ponyville Elementary School, her gaze shifting left and right as she warily eyed the other prospective students. Fillies trotted past her while making idle chatter and colts chased one another in a friendly game of tag, all eagerly heading towards the learning center to start their first year in a completely new environment. But despite the excitement and bustle around her, Cheerilee was not cheerful about any of it at all.

Several years of home schooling and an early exposure to bullying documentaries on the news channel had made the filly loathe the idea of ever learning in such an unfamiliar—and possibly dangerous—establishment. And yet here she was, forced by her mother and father to enroll at the place she wanted so badly to avoid. Gone were the days when she could watch television or take a nap as she pleased. No, now her world would consist of shabby, old textbooks, bossy teachers and snot-nosed kids. Not to mention the tyranny of the bullies in the jungle gyms. Salutations, new world! she thought resentfully as she took in the sight of her school.

It seemed like a humble looking place, but Cheerilee knew better. It was all just a ruse to attract unsuspecting parents into enrolling their soon-to-be victimized children. The wooden building gave off a modest and friendly aura, but behind those sturdy planks were unspeakable acts of horror, like wedgies and nuggies. The sandbox in the playground would be fun to play in, if it was not filled with buried illegal items, such as water guns, gum, and deplorable beauty supply magazines. And then there was the swing set. Oh how much fun it would be to ride on those jolly red swings, paint-coated by the blood of the bullies’ victims.

But the creepiest part of the school was the birds. Those winged harpies flew around the premises, incessantly chirping in their shrill voices while staring down at the students with their rapidly turning heads and their shifty eyes. With all of the noise they made, it almost sounded as if… they were trying to warn her of something. Yes, now that she thought about it, it was obvious that they were desperately trying to caution her of the unseen dangers lurking behind those dark windows! She could almost hear them now as they cried, ‘Run! Run child, and don’t ever look back! Terrible things happen within those walls. It is too late for the others, save yourself!’

Cheerilee felt a bead of sweat run down the side of her head as she stared wide-eyed at the nightmare. All of these foals were walking into their dooms, and they would not even realize it until it was too late. And she was to suffer the same fate. Despite voicing her fears back at home, her parents had adamantly ordered her to get over her hysterics and march into the school to enjoy her new life. Disobeying their orders would spell an even worse fate for Cheerilee; one that lacked snacks, television and other necessities the filly required to get through the day. Well, at least she would be able to tell them ‘I told you so’ in the afterlife.

She gulped down her fears and decided it was time to step into her doom. She had a good run. Those few years flew by so quickly that she never really got to appreciate the small things in life, but she had no regrets. Well, at least her last meal was satisfactory. Her mother had gotten up especially early and prepared waffles in the shape of a house for her... or perhaps it was the shape of the school. How fitting, she thought bitterly. Even her breakfast had foreshadowed her resting place. But that was enough dilly-dallying. With a solemn look, the condemned filly took her last step as a free pony and her first step into prison.

Then the worst possible thing happened. As she slowly took a hesitant step, another student came galloping at full speed past her and tripped over her outstretched hoof. The poor filly sailed through the air in slow-motion, allowing her a chance to look at Cheerilee during her flight. They made brief eye-contact before the filly fell into a roll on the dirt road, only stopping when she bumped into a tree.

Cheerilee went into panic mode. Not even one step into the school and she had already made an enemy. She saw the look the filly had given her when she flew by; there was pure bloodlust and undying rage in those eyes, she was sure of it. In a documentary she had seen, there were several cases in which bullying started out with a simple misunderstanding. This was a prime example of how those came to be, but Cheerilee would not let her school days be ruled by some punk getting her tail in a knot over something so trivial. The documentary had also stated that in order to stop bullying, you had to stand up for yourself, and the best time to do it was before the problems escalated. With that thought in mind, she analyzed the potential threat.

By the looks of it, she was a unicorn about the same age and height as her. She had a minty coat that matched her multi-hued mane of teal and white, and her flank had some sort of stringed instrument on it. It was common knowledge that unicorns never truly unlocked their full magical potential until their prime years, so basically the pony in front of her was just a weak unicorn with a specialization in music.

I can take her, thought Cheerilee. She thinks she could bully me, but I’m not going to let her, decided the earth pony as she resolutely stepped forward. A small crowd had formed around the unicorn, but only a few of the students were bold enough to step forth and help the filly up. Cheerilee smiled at this. The more students around to witness that she would not accept bullying, the better her chances of living a peaceful school life were.

The crowd of young ponies fearfully stepped aside and made room for her as she stomped towards the would-be bully with righteous fury blazing in her eyes. The unicorn was brushing the dust off her hooves, but looked up when she felt a shadow loom over her. Upon seeing the familiar face of the pony she had bumped into, she stretched out a hoof and gave a clumsy smile.

“Hey, sorry about bumping into you back there,” she said through her wide grin. Cheerilee scowled at the missing front tooth of the filly. She must have just lost a baby tooth… or maybe it was knocked out during a fight! This filly was a lot tougher than she looked. Cheerilee would have to be more cautious when dealing with her.

“My name’s Lyra, and I guess we’ll be schoolmates from now on. What’s your name?”

Cheerilee narrowed her eyes as she swatted away the unicorn’s hoof and took a big step forward, causing Lyra to step back in surprise.

“You want to know my name?” The unicorn nodded slowly as she shrunk under Cheerilee’s glare. “Why? So you could write it on my tombstone after you’ve bullied me to death?”

“W-what? No, so we can be frie—”

“Oh, I get it. You’re going to look up my address and mess with my family too, aren’t you?!” Cheerilee smiled as the unicorn scrambled backwards until her haunches were against the tree she had crashed into earlier. The look of panic in her eyes, the way she moved her mouth with no words coming out, and just the fact that a bully would cower beneath her brought an odd sense of glee to the rose earth filly. But before she could practice her justice any further, the school bell rang, signaling all students to hurry their little flanks into the classroom for attendance.

“Hmph, saved by the bell, huh?” sneered Cheerilee. “Stay out of my way next time, or feel my wrath.” Satisfied that she had avoided being bullied, and perhaps even countered it, Cheerilee turned away from the unicorn and stepped into a relaxed trot towards the classroom. She noticed that the other children were making room for her and were also avoiding eye-contact as she made her way past them and smiled. It seemed that she had successfully gotten her message across. That’s right, I don’t take bullying from nopony, she thought victoriously. With her newfound confidence and respect, perhaps school was not going to be as bad as she suspected.

Lyra sat in bewilderment under the shade of the tree she had bumped into earlier, her mind abuzz with questions as to what had triggered the hostility of the crazed earth filly. However many times the unicorn replayed the scene in her mind, she couldn’t figure out why her classmate had acted so ornery. Perhaps something she said or the way she smelled; did she offend?

The now self-conscious unicorn lowered her head until her snout was hovering just above her pits, and then she took a large whiff, confirming that she still smelled as fresh as the daisy soap she had used during her bath in the morning. If it wasn’t a bad odor that had repulsed the earth filly into acting like a jerk, maybe her personality was just sucky. It was the only explanation she could think of for why the filly had acted so… butt-faced. Yes, butt-faced was the perfect way—nay—the only way of describing the aggressive mannerisms of this filly.

Then it hit her, harder than she hit the tree. This butt-faced filly must be a bully!

Lyra began sweating at the realization, but not out of fear. No, the curious unicorn had never met a bully before, and so she was getting excited at the chance to meet such an oddity. As far as she knew, Ponyville was the safest and probably the happiest place in all of Equestria; a place where everypony befriended each other and hung out to cause all sorts of shenanigans while drinking cider! Or something like that. Bullies were as rare as dragons in these parts, perhaps even rarer. She had to take this opportunity to be friends with the bully, or she may never get another chance.

With that thought in mind, Lyra got up off her haunches and eyed the trail of frightened colts and fillies littering the path the bully had taken to get to class. That was a bully alright, but she was also a potential friend. The unicorn bounced up off the ground and began chasing after her target with mad glee shining in her eyes. Other students stared at her like she was crazy, and maybe she was, but she paid them no heed. With a filly like that as her classmate, she could tell that this school year was going to be eventful.

Reunions and Misunderstadings

Despite the bright sun shining at its peak above the school, the weather was pleasantly warm, even cool at times with the occasional breeze. Birds sang happily while circling the area as if welcoming the students to their new school, but their greetings were drowned out by the excited chattering of the youngsters. It was recess now and the foals had been ushered out by their new teacher to explore the play place that would be theirs to enjoy for the next few years.

While most kids were busy befriending their classmates or exploring their new environment, Lyra had no interest in such activities. The unicorn did not care for meeting any new ponies, nor was she intrigued by the winding jungle gyms that several other foals were gathering around. She only had one thing on her mind, and one pony she wanted to acquaint; thinking up a way to become friends with the hostile filly from that morning was all that occupied her mind, but it was getting difficult to concentrate with the constant prattling of her company.

“This year is going to be so much fun,” said Bon Bon with much enthusiasm as she slid to the other side of the bench and wrapped a hoof around her companion. “Miss Summers is so nice, and I can’t believe so many other ponies in our class have their cutie marks!”

“Uh huh,” Lyra half-heartedly agreed while squirming in her friend’s semi-hug. She winced in pain as her friend’s extra body weight added more pressure on her already aching haunches; perhaps sitting in a bipedal fashion around the touchy filly wasn’t such a good idea.

“I thought we were the only foals in all of Ponyville who had them,” Bon Bon went on excitedly. “There was the filly from Sweet Apple Acres with her apple cutie mark, then there was my neighbor, Carrot Top, and—hey Lyra, are you listening to me?”

“Huh?” Lyra responded intelligibly as she shook off the earth filly’s hoof. “Yeah sure, the acres of carrots tops and bla bla bla. Anyways, did you notice that filly, Cheerilee?”

“Yeah, what about her?” Bon Bon asked as she vaguely recalled the magenta filly from class introductions. “She seemed pretty normal to me.”

“Well, she isn’t.” Lyra scooted up to the edge of her seat and shifted her eyes conspiratorially before whispering to her friend. “I bumped into her this morning and found out that she’s a bully!”

Bon Bon’s chest heaved as she sucked in a large, overdramatic gasp. “No way! She’s a bully? Get out of here, Lyra!” She suddenly stopped her excited babbling and tilted her head. “What’s a bully again?”

Lyra locked her eyes on the earth filly in a dumb stare, wondering if she was serious about not knowing what a bully was. But then she remembered who she was talking to. It was Bon Bon, the pony who nearly drowned in the bath tub during one of their sleepovers; the same clutz who didn’t learn how to blink and breathe at the same time until she was five. Her friend wasn’t the brightest pony around, nor was she capable of thinking long and hard without developing a migraine, so Lyra, being the wonderful friend she was, decided to save her the pain and pointed at the earth pony on the other side of the playground.

“See that?”

Bon Bon turned her head to where her friend’s hoof was directing her and eyed the pink pony across the playground. “The filly with the juice box?” asked the clueless filly. “That’s Cheerilee, you dumbo. Did you already forget?”

The unicorn winced at the name-calling and scrunched her face into a miffed grimace. “I know it’s Cheerilee! Look at the pegasus poking her.”

“You forgot her name too?” Bon Bon breathed an exasperated sigh and shook her head with a downcast look that conveyed hopeless disappointment. “Were you even paying attention in class? That’s Derpy Hooves.”

Lyra smacked a hoof to her face and slowly dragged it down, as if doing so would wipe away her frustration. “Just pay attention to them, okay? See how Derpy keeps bugging her?” A slow nod from her confused friend urged her to continue. “Well, since Cheerilee is a bully, she’s going to flip out and totally destroy her!”

Bon Bon immediately forgot about her friend’s terrible memory and gaped in horror as she watched Derpy’s unrelenting pokes. “That’s just awful!” the ivory earth pony squeaked while covering her eyes, hoping that doing so would prevent the hypothetical pummeling.

Despite her lingering agitation, Lyra’s lips curled ever so slightly into a satisfied smirk. Her dense friend had finally given her a good reaction, and now it was time to convince her that it would be desirable to learn about and befriend the bully. “Yeah, it is isn’t it? But wouldn’t it be fun to be friends with a bully like her? We’d get to watch her fight other bullies in turf wars and junk!”

“I don’t know, Lyra,” shrugged Bon Bon as she dropped her hooves and cast a glance back to the other two fillies. “I don’t think she’s even going to do it. She looks pretty angry, but she hasn’t even yelled or anything yet.”

The teal unicorn rubbed a hoof on her chin and racked her brain in serious meditation. “Hmm, well that’s a problem. If she doesn’t beat up Derpy, then I can’t show you what a bully is.” After a moment of intense brainstorming, Lyra raised her hoof as a light bulb blinked on in her head. “I know! If she won’t beat the crud out of Derpy herself, then let’s just instigate it!”

Bon Bon nodded in comprehension and began heading towards their two classmates in a jovial skip. “I don’t know what that means, but it sounds swell. Let’s go!”

By the time Lyra and Bon Bon had arrived at their destination, the situation with their potential friend seemed to have taken a turn for the weird. Derpy had advanced from poking Cheerilee to sitting on her head. The dark pink earth pony seemed to be coping with her tenant just fine, but upon closer inspection, one could feel the anger resonating from her as she tried desperately to conceal her rage. Despite the palpable fury weighing down on them and the dirty looks they received from their target as they approached, the unicorn and her companion persisted.

Oh great, here come a few more ponies to annoy me, thought Cheerilee as she noticed the filly from earlier that morning along with a stranger making their way over to her. The earth pony was probably a close friend of hers, judging from how much noise they were making together during class. But they weren’t the main issue right now.

As soon as she stepped out of the classroom, Cheerilee was accosted by the grey pegasus that was now sitting atop her head, at first with simple questions like, “Do you remember me?” or “Can you guess who I am?” She was probably one of her classmates, but Cheerilee wasn’t too sure since she dozed off during class introductions. After her inability to recognize the filly, Cheerilee tried desperately to ditch her and go off to play by herself. The pegasus, however, had other plans. She constantly stuck to Cheerilee, always trying to make contact with her for some reason and refusing to leave, and now she was even going as far as sitting on her head, just to remain near her.

But it was not only during recess. Even while sitting in her seat in the front row during class, she could feel the wall-eyed pegasus’ eyes—err, eye—boring into her from behind. It was unnerving, yet she did seem somewhat familiar... perhaps it was deja vu? It didn’t matter anymore. What did matter was how she was going to get rid of the three pesky ponies that were trying to ruin her school life.

“Um, hey Cheerilee,” Lyra greeted hesitantly. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you have a pegasus drooping off your head.”

Cheerilee’s juice box gurgled as she sucked the remainder of its fruity contents dry. She then rolled her eyes to the intruders and acknowledged them through narrowed eyes. “Oh gee, thanks. I didn’t notice,” she hissed with caustic venom dripping off every syllable. “Why are you bothering me, anyways? I thought I made myself clear this morning.”

“No problem at all, my bud,” Lyra said as she ignored the last two sentences, much to the annoyance of the rose earth pony. “Nice intro in class, by the way. I cracked up when you stuttered half way through. Are you always that bad in front of crowds?”

“Hey, I did better than you,” cried Cheerilee as she lowered her head in embarrassment to hide her blush. “I didn’t even understand when you were trying to explain your cutie mark to us.”

“Oh, when I was playing the air-lyre?” asked Lyra as she whipped out her imaginary instrument and began strumming its ethereal strings. “Did you like my final solo? You know, the part when I was all, beerow beerow reow row weeeeel!”

Cheerilee slowly backed away from the strange pony making sound effects and stopped only when she was a safe distance away. As she eyed the heaving unicorn regain her composure after the intense solo, she couldn’t help but wonder what the hay she had just witnessed.

“Air-what?” Did she really want to know? No, there was a more pressing matter at hoof—or head, to be precise. “Forget it, I don’t want to know. What I would like to know is how to get this pegasus off of me. Pretending she’s not there isn’t working.”

“Beat her up!” Lyra cheered with a hoof pump.

“What?! Are you crazy?” asked Cheerilee with a raised eyebrow. “A jerk like you would think that up.” Though it was tempting, she wasn’t desperate enough to stoop down to such savage methods.

“Well, why do you want her off anyways?” asked Lyra as she smiled at the lounging pegasus. “She looks so snug and comfortable up there.”

“It’s probably because Derpy’s cramping her style,” guessed Bon Bon as she examined Cheerilee from head to hoof. “She looks… unfashionable. Grey isn’t your color, no offence.”

“No, that’s not why,” huffed Cheerilee. “So, Derpy’s her name, huh. Well, she’s been annoying me since recess started, and now she’s flattening my mane!”

“You weren’t paying attention in class introductions, were you? And why not just take her off?” Lyra asked, her wild bangs spilling over her eyes as she tilted her head.

“I’ve tried,” sighed Cheerilee. “But whenever I reach up and try to snag her—” Cheerilee reached up with her hoof, but right before she could grab her, Derpy’s wings buzzed and she flew up, hovering just above the earth filly’s reach.

“Nope,” said the pegasus from her vantage. Downtrodden and frustrated, Cheerilee let her hoof fall to the ground, and as soon as she did so, Derpy settled her wings and returned to her roost.

“Whenever I try to get her, she does that!”

“It looks like you’ve got yourself an admirer,” Lyra said in a syrupy voice as she elbowed the burdened filly in the ribs. “It’s only the first day of school too. You work fast, you rapscallion you.”

“If you’re not going to say anything useful, why don’t you go suck on a lemon,” said Cheerilee bitterly as she rump bumped the annoying unicorn away.

“Hmm.” Bon Bon massaged her forehead in an attempt to conjure up any ideas that may be of any help to the troubled filly. After a few seconds into her self-petting session, she realized that she was drifting into sleep and snapped her eyes open with an idea. “Have you tried asking her what she wants?”

“Well, I—” Cheerilee blushed as she realized how obvious the answer was. She had already asked Derpy to stop with the poking earlier, and it worked, so how could she not have thought up something as simple as asking a question? “I should probably try that now.” After clearing her throat, she addressed the pegasus atop her head. “Hey Derpy, what do you want?”

Derpy blew an impatient sigh and looked down with one eye while the other stayed glued to the clouds. “Finally! I was wondering when you’d stop trying to ignore me.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you,” argued Cheerilee. “I just wasn’t talking to you. So, what do you want from me?”

“Oh,” responded the pegasus lamely. “Well, I heard that familiarity breeds affection, so I’m trying to get you to be familiar with me. You know, for your attention and junk.”

“I think it’s the other way around,” corrected Bon Bon. “Like, familiarity breeds contempt. And it looks like it’s working.”

“Oh, well shoot.” The pegasus filly slid off Cheerilee’s head and landed on the ground with a small thud. She pawed at the dirt guiltily for a moment before shrugging and raising her head with an apologetic smile. “I guess contempt works too. Our relationship could be like a love-hate deal.”

“Ugh, that’s why you’ve been pestering me?” groaned Cheerilee as she massaged the back of her sore neck. “Well, no thanks. I don’t want to participate in such an unhealthy relationship. And if you want to be familiar with me, pestering me isn’t the best way of doing it. You should just—“

“Boop her nose,” finished Lyra matter-of-factly. “That’s the best way to get to know somepony. Or at least that’s how I met Bon Bon.”

“Huh? What’s that?” asked Cheerilee with anxious curiosity in her voice. Never during her homeschool lessons or while watching television had she ever heard of a boop. How curious…

“A boop, huh,” contemplated Derpy as she examined her hoof. “I’ll give it a shot.”

“Like I said, what’s a bo—” A dull pain accompanied by a grey hoof on her snout stopped Cheerilee from finishing her sentence. “Ngaa!” she cried out in a nasally voice as she backed away from Derpy’s hoof in alarm, but as soon as she did so, something began dripping out of her nose in thick droplets.

Please don’t be boogers. Please don’t be boogers, she repeated in her head as she wiped above her upper lip to see what the wetness was. Only when she caught a glimpse of her bloody hoof did she realize the full extent of the damage the boop had caused.

“M-my nose!” Cheerilee cried out in agony while stomping around the playground. “Owww ow ow, it hurts!”

“Uh oh, I think I did it too hard,” Derpy said as she ducked behind Lyra and Bon Bon.

“No way, that was perfect, Derpy!” the unicorn praised in between her giggles. “I—haha! I can’t believe you made her nose bleed!”

Cheerilee turned around and gave the trio a death glare, causing Lyra to shut her mouth and Derpy to crouch defensively. Bon Bon, however, didn’t notice it through her teary eyes and went right up to the pained filly, stopping only to taunt her point-blank. “Ahaha, look at you! I-I’m laughing too hard. Can’t breathe!” The cream colored filly suddenly stopped her mad cackling and began coughing, as if she were choking on her own laughter. She then hunched over and began gasping for breath, greedily swallowing all the air her lungs would allow her to until her fur had regained its healthy shade of semi-pale.

Cheerilee was not amused. She had never met many other foals since she was homeschooled for such a long time, but were all kids really this twisted? She was hurting and these fillies were being completely insensitive to her pain—heck, they were even laughing at her. Cheerilee tried her best to see how her suffering could be amusing in any way, but she could find no reasoning for their laughter and only became more frustrated, but then she came to a realization. Oh Celestia, she was being bullied.

Bullies. There were bullies everywhere in this school! She thought she was in the clear when she made it into the classroom under the protective eyes of an adult; she let her guard down and depended on her new teacher, Miss Summers, and forgot that it was an everypony-for-herself world out here. What a big mistake that was, and now she was paying for it. But it wasn’t too late to save herself. She could still get out of this by sticking up for herself, but that probably wouldn’t be enough to stop them from messing with her some other time. She had to teach the bully a lesson once and for all, perhaps by giving her a taste of her own medicine.

The laughter died down as Cheerilee slowly removed her hoof from her snout and turned around. Blood was still dripping from her nostrils, leaving a crimson trail down her mouth and under her chin, but that was not what disturbed the other girls. The magenta filly stared at them with contempt smoldering in her narrowed eyes while the rest of her face remained emotionless and composed. Lyra, Derpy and Bon Bon shuffled nervously under the menacing gaze. If looks could kill, they would have exploded.

The ground quaked and several juice cups tipped over as Cheerilee took a step forward, leaving a trail of blood behind her. The oceans separating Equestria and the Griffon Kingdom split, and flocks of birds migrated to other parts of the world in order to avoid the reckoning that was to come. Or at least that’s what Cheerilee imagined it was like as she stomped childishly past Lyra and Bon Bon up to Derpy.

After a moment of painful silence, Cheerilee finally spoke her words to the condemned. “You, me, jungle gym after school. Be there, or else.” And with that, she galloped (menacingly) into the classroom to get her nose checked out by Miss Summers.

Derpy sat there in a daze, mulling over what had just happened with the filly she attempted to befriend. “She… she asked me to meet her at the jungle gyms after school to… to…”

Lyra and Bon Bon put their comforting hooves on her shoulders and stroked her gently, hoping to assuage her worries. The unicorn thought hard for any words that might be of any help, but could find none. It was up to Bon Bon. “Derpy, just calm down and think this through. You have to prepare yourself for your play date with Cheerilee.”

The grey pegasus suddenly sprang from the dirt and began hopping around in glee. “The boop worked! She totally wants to hang out with me!” All of her efforts and all the time she had spent that day to gain the earth filly’s affection had paid off. At first she had the strange feeling that Cheerilee wanted nothing to do with her, but that turned out to be wrong. All she needed was a little push (or a boop) to help her out of her shell.

Lyra finally got her mouth working and cracked a toothy grin. “I told you it would work! I’m surprised she asked you to hang out so soon though. She wasn’t even shy about it.”

“Yup, that’s some boop you did there,” said Bon Bon as she high hoofed the pegasus.

“Oh boy, I’m so excited!” squealed Derpy. “Thanks Lyra. That was some pro tip you gave me.”

“Sure, no probs,” the unicorn said as she waved it off. “But why did you want to be Cheerilee’s friend so badly?”

Upon hearing the question, Derpy’s demeanor suddenly changed. She calmed down from her excited parading and pawed at the ground shyly, causing both Lyra and Bon Bon to look at her queerly. “Well, as you could tell, I’m wall-eyed.”

“Ooookay?” said a confused Bon Bon.

“Umm, let me elaborate. You see, I was born in Cloudsdale, and flying is everything there. But because of my eyes, I’ve always been a clumsy flier and I used to get teased a lot for it.”

“That’s horrible!” cried Lyra as she patted the pegasus’ back. Derpy shuddered as she remembered, but she still went on with her story. These fillies had helped her out, so the least she could do was satisfy their curiosity.

“Well, that’s why my parents moved us here to Ponyville last year. We heard that it was one of the quietest and coziest places to live in, filled with kind-hearted neighbors that all knew each other, and we heard right! The ponies here are so nice, and they help each other out, even if they don’t know each other,” she said as she smiled at Bon Bon and Lyra.

“But I wasn’t safe yet. A few days after I moved here, I got bullied by some of the kids from out of town that were commuting to my kindergarten. I transferred in a little after the beginning of the year, so I didn’t have any friends to stick up for me. They just kept shoving me and calling me names in the playground, and all I could do was sit there and cry while waiting for an adult to notice, but then she showed up.”

Derpy’s scowl was replaced by a brilliant smile as she recounted the day that bullying had disappeared from her world. “Out of nowhere, some dark pink filly galloped towards the bullies and yelled at them while kicking at their hooves. She screamed so loud that the caretakers noticed and came out of the building to see what was going on. The bullies tried to run, but they were caught by the grown-ups and scolded along with the filly that saved me. I didn’t get to see what else happened because I was taken inside, and soon after my parents picked me up.”

“Wow,” gasped Lyra in awe at the heroics. “So what happened to the filly?”

“The next morning I came to school and found out that she and the bullies were all expelled from the kindergarten for fighting. After that day, I never had any problems with bullying and all the other foals were nice to me, but I never got to thank her and I never saw her again. That is, until today.”

“No. Way.” Bon Bon’s eyes shined as she inched closer to Derpy in anticipation. “You think the filly is Cheerilee?!”

“I know it’s her,” said Derpy with confidence brimming in her eyes. “It would be a lot easier to tell if she had a cutie mark, but I’m already certain that it’s her. She has the same voice, the same color, even the same frown she wore the day she saved me! The only difference is that she grew a little taller. I don’t think she remembers me though, but I’ll never forget her!”

“That’s so… intense!” yelled Lyra. “So today must be a big day for you, huh?”

“It sure is!” Derpy said as her wings fluttered from excitement. “I finally met Cheerilee again, and I just know we’ll be the best of pals. But this time, I’ll protect her from bullies too.”

“And we’ll help you out,” said Lyra as she put her arm over the pegasus.

“Yep. With the four of us together, we’ll be unstoppable!” shouted Bon Bon as she laughed maniacally.

“You make us sound like the bad guys,” giggled Derpy. “Wow, three friends in one day. What a great way to start off the school year!”

“And it’s only going to get better,” assured Lyra. “Because we haven’t even hung out with Cheerilee yet!”

The three fillies sat on the dirt and continued chatting about how much fun they would have together, but soon the bell chimed, calling them in to finish the rest of their first school day. With excitement built up and anticipations high, they trotted back into the school building, eagerly waiting for the hours to pass until the time they could assemble their new group of friends.

After school, Derpy had a play date with Cheerilee. Her two new friends were tagging along, and it was going to be so much fun.

Challenges and Determination

Ding Dong Dang

The peaceful chimes of the bell signaled the end of the first school day at Ponyville Elementary, and they were soon followed by a steady rumbling. The thunderous stampede shook the modest frame of the building until it made its way to the entrance, and with a loud thud, the wooden door leading into the classroom was blown open as students spilled out onto the lawn in a rush of colors and jumbled limbs.

Outside, the foals were greeted by the afternoon sun as it dipped across the sky, its rays dying their sleepy, little town in a hazy vermillion with rosy hues. As soon as they stepped out into the sunlight, most kids galloped home in their excitement to regale their families of their first day at their new school, but four fillies stayed behind.

It was in the mostly empty playground behind the schoolhouse where they lingered. An awkward silence hung over the area as if a unicorn had casted a mute spell over it, and in its center stood the quintet. They had assembled by the jungle gym, just as Cheerilee had demanded, and were now waiting eagerly for somepony to say something, anything to break the quiet and acknowledged each other’s presence. Finally, Lyra opened her mouth and was about to give a hearty hello, but she was beaten to it.

“Haa…”

The sudden noise broke the stand-off. All eyes went to Derpy, who reached her hoof up to stifle a yawn, though a soft mewl escaped her mouth before she could stop it. She smiled sheepishly when she noticed that all ponies present were staring at her.

“Sorry, I’m not bored or anything,” she said, giving her friends a nervous smile. “Class just took a lot out of me.” Lyra and Bon Bon both smiled at her encouragingly and motioned for her to get on with the plan, so with an excited nod, Derpy turned to her play date.

Her eyes went wide and she held her tongue when she saw the state the pink pony was in.

Cheerilee was a nervous wreck. The poor filly stood on noodle legs, her unstable hooves barely keeping her up as she wobbled about. Her brow was furrowed and her eyes glazed over, giving her the air of somepony who had a lot on her mind, and this was only exemplified by the way she constantly mumbled unintelligible things to herself.

The gray pegasus giggled silently at her friend’s antics. She guessed that it might be a little awkward; it was their first play date, after all, and it was only natural for the two fillies to be nervous. But she never imagined Cheerilee would be this shy about the whole thing. Knowing that she wasn’t the only one feeling a bit uneasy made the date a lot less nerve-racking.

But as amusing as it was watching Cheerilee splutter nonsense, Derpy decided that it was time to start their play date. In only a few hours the sun would set and it would be time to go home. She wanted to spend as much time with her new friends as possible, so they had to play like crazy starting now.

“Ahem. So, how do you want to do this?”

Cheerilee flinched at the sudden attention. “Eh? Oh, uh, I don’t know. I’ve never actually done this before.”

Derpy nodded patiently. Cheerilee didn’t know what to do because she had never been on a play date before. Well that was fine. It was perfectly understanda—

“You’ve never done this before?!” Derpy’s sudden outburst blew her date right off her hooves. She couldn’t believe it! How could a swell pony like Cheerilee never have been on a play date before?

Well, it just made this moment all the more significant for the both of them. Cheerilee would finally get to play with a friend, while Derpy would get to hang out with her childhood hero. Lost in her musings of how perfect it was, the grey pegasus almost failed to notice the low grunt coming from her rising chum.

“Ouch...”

She blinked back to reality and looked at Cheerilee, who was now cradling a head in one hoof.

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you there.” Derpy grimaced as she watched the pink pony brush herself off with a miffed look on her face. Getting desperate to save their special moment, she panicked and said the first thing that came to her mind.

“I was just so excited that I get to be your first!” she blurted out, hoping to pacify her irritated friend using sentimentality.

Cheerilee visibly cringed at the odd remark.

A wave of panic rushed through Derpy when she noticed her reaction. She was about to stammer out more apologies, fearing that she’d said something to upset her new friend even more, but her fears were allayed when she got a response.

“Okay then… what do we do, exactly?”

Derpy stood silently for a moment and thought hard. She was relieved that her friend wasn’t angry— a little peeved maybe, but no more than that. She had to make up for her mess-up if she wanted to get on Cheerilee’s good side, but what would be a good game to play for a pony so socially inept?

Cheerilee had said that this was her first play date, so she probably didn’t know any of the games that were popular amongst the foals nowadays, and that didn’t leave them with many choices. Actually, it didn’t leave them with any choices at all!

But then Derpy remembered that there was one game every foal had to know. It was universal. Innate. Every living creature knew how to play it, so Cheerilee had to know too. Plus, it was beginner-friendly.

“Tag,” she said triumphantly.

Her suggestion was met with a confused look from the pink pony.

Oh Celestia, was Cheerilee so deprived that she didn’t even know the simple game of tag?!

“You… you at least know tag, don’t you?” Derpy asked in a shaky voice, praying to the princess that Cheerilee’s answer would be—

“Yes, of course I do,” Cheerilee snorted.

Derpy released an unsteady breath she’d unknowingly held. What a relief, she thought. If the answer was no, she might have cried tears of pity.

“So,” Cheerilee continued. “Whoever is ‘it’ by, let’s say ten minutes or until one of us gets too tired, will be the loser. Is that fair?”

Derpy was surprised. For a filly who had never played with another pony before, Cheerilee seemed confident in the game and the rules she laid down. But that was a good thing, she supposed. With a shrug, she accepted the rules.

“Sure, sounds fine to me.”

“Alright, then let’s get on with this,” Cheerilee demanded impatiently. “I don’t want to be late for dinner—that is, if you can last that long.”

Derpy stood still for a moment, staring at the haughty smile on her friend’s face while wondering if she’d heard correctly. That last sentence sounded an awful lot like a challenge. So Cheerilee wanted a challenge…

Derpy crouched low into a primal stance, her legs bent and her wings unfolded to their maximum length. Her nostrils flared, a snarl escaped her clenched teeth, and her hooves scratched at the ground, aching to charge towards the fuchsia pony and tag the hay out of her.

If Cheerilee wanted a challenge, then by Celestia, she was going to get one.

Cheerilee gulped and stared at the transformed filly before her. So this was the bully’s true form…

“Oh, I can last,” Derpy growled as she took a step forward, her hoof sending tremors throughout the playground. “But I wonder if you can keep up with me.”

With every step Derpy took forward, Cheerilee responded with a step back. She knew the risks of coming into this fight, even knew that things were going to get messy competing in the bully’s sick interpretation of tag, but she never expected to be going up against such a beast.

When she challenged Derpy to a fight, she thought she would be pummeling the dumb gray pegasus that had annoyed her all recess, but the thing in front of her now looked like some sort of damnable fiend that had crawled out of the deepest depths of Tartarus.

Cheerilee broke into a cold sweat. She hated to admit it, and she probably never would out loud, but she was scared. It didn’t help that a stray wind came and blew a large cloud of dust over the group, effectively blinding her until it passed.

The sudden vision impairment only made her panic. Thinking fast, she fluttered her eyes to prevent anything from going in them and tried to clear her vision to see where Derpy was, but try as she might, little specks of sand kept flying at her face, forcing her to keep her eyes jammed shut.

Then there was the sound of revving wings.

The cloud of dust was blown away as a grey blur burst out of it and zoomed towards her. Cheerilee heard the flapping of wings and immediately opened her eyes, but before she could react, she felt something spank her haunch and call out:

“You’re it!”

A high-pitched squeak escaped her lips as she realized would just happened. Oh pony feathers! Cheerilee mentally cursed. She underestimated the pegasus because of her slow manner of speech and her clumsy attitude, and now she was ‘it’. Things were not looking good.

Her eyes spun as she tried to keep track of the swift pegasus who somehow eluded her vision. She felt a gust coming from her left and jumped towards it, hoping to catch the pegaus in her flight, but as soon as she moved, she saw a flash of bleached hair in her peripheral. Thinking quickly, and a little panicky, she began swatting randomly at the air, hoping to graze her enemy as she swooped around her.

But after several failed attempts, she realized that there was no way she could win against such a ferocious show of wing power. Wherever she turned, she could only catch glimpses of the grey specter, and it was obvious that she was at the mercy of the pegasus. It was only now that she began to regret all of those days spent lounging on the sofa in front of the television instead of playing outside.

But she couldn’t just give up! Despite her low confidence and non-existent athletic abilities, Cheerilee found the resolve to fight back. She couldn’t just let Derpy get away with the punch, or bop—whatever they called it, she needed to exact revenge!

And what about all of the future victims of the bully? Who would stand up for them? Cheerilee needed to stop this before the pegasus reached out to abuse other foals. If she wanted a peaceful school life, she would have to fight for it.

Having made up her mind, Cheerilee decided it was time to get real. Her prior attempts at tagging Derpy were just… practice. Enough horsin’ around, she resolved. It’s time to finish this.
She shook the fear out of her head and stared Derpy down as she swooped by. The wind beneath those powerful wings caused Cheerilee’s hair to dance wildly before her eyes, but they remained unblinking.

So Derpy could make whirlwinds with a flap of her wings, big whoop. Cheerilee was about to show her something even more impressive: a hoof to the face!

With the hopes and dreams of future bullying victims riding on her small shoulders, the pink pony took a step forth and plunged into the monochrome cyclone.