Author's Note
Another tale of Smallfoot/Sour fluff! Enjoy!
PS: Half of this was done in a single sitting, so there may be some errors here and there. Just a warning.
Sour By The Foot
One starry night. One comfy blanket. One single paper bag that had such sweet treats. Lastly, one beautiful girl to hold in her arms. All in all, one beautiful night.
Smallfoot held Sour closer and closer in her arms, while the two of them stared up into the night sky. Smallfoot had picked out a perfect spot for them to snuggle together on, and no one to disturb them.
"Beautiful way to end a Friday night if I do say so myself." Smallfoot said.
"Yeah, it is." Sour giggled.
Smallfoot nuzzled her cheek, making Sour giggle some more. She always found her little chuckles adorable.
"Hey, Smallfoot? May I talk to you about something?"
"Of course babe." Smallfoot nodded.
"I didn't know if now was a good time but... I gave it some though, and I think we should take our relationship to the next level."
Smallfoot's smile faded away, leaving heated cheeks.
"Y-You mean like us--"
"No, no, no, not like that. I meant like maybe we should, you know, come out and tell our parents that we're dating."
Smallfoot's shoulders hung low and she turned her head.
"I, I don't know..."
"Babe, what's wrong?"
Smallfoot sighed. "Promise you won't be mad?"
"Why would I get mad at you? You're not dumping me, are you?"
"No, no! I couldn't dream of it, its just... I haven't exactly... told them I'm dating."
Sour blankly stared at her girlfriend. For two seconds.
"Wait, hold on... You haven't told them? Wait, do your parents don't know that you're... gay?"
"No, no, no! They do, really. I came out to them years ago, I just... well... I haven't told them that I'm actually, dating." Smallfoot said, nervously.
"Why not?"
"I don't know if they'll approve of you or not. I love you dearly, but I do know that not everyone is going to be okay with the person you pick as your partner." Smallfoot explained. "I'm not trying to be mean but..."
Sour didn't think about that. And Smallfoot was a little right. She did have swings from her cheerfulness back to her grumpy tone. And she did have a lot of negativity running rampant in her head. These were two people who never even met her before, and if they were to look up her name, they could have found things about her that wouldn't make them approve!
"Oh no, I didn't think about that..." Sour said, biting her lip.
Smallfoot however, was still calm, and she looked at her girlfriend with a warm face. "Sour?"
Sour looked back up to Smallfoot's emerald colored eyes.
"I think it'll be okay. I know they'll like you. You're sweet, you're fun, and you're not afraid to speak your mind."
Sour shrugged. "I guess that's some good..."
"Not to mention, you're adorable."
Sour's cheeks went red. "I'm not that cute..."
"Yes you are." Smallfoot smiled, kissing her cheek.
Sour's face was about as red as a tomato.
"Look, how about this? I'll tell them that I'm dating someone, and see if maybe I can invite you over so you all can meet. Sound okay?"
"I guess so. Just don't make me sound mean, please?"
"Of course not." Smallfoot said, nuzzling her.
Sour smiled, and she nuzzled back, purring as she held her. Her warm embrace made her feel right at home, and nothing else could make her this happy.
The next day, Smallfoot made it her mission to talk to her Aunt and Uncle. Her Aunt and Uncle lived all the way in the suburbs, which thankfully wasn't far. It was just a 10 minute drive to their place. She would have walked, but sadly Smallfoot lived in a corner of Canterlot City where the traffic was insane 24/7.
She pulled up on the sidewalk, parking the car, and locked it. She walked up to the front porch, and she hit the doorbell. Hopefully they would still be awake.
The door opened up, revealing an adult with dark blue hair and light blue skin. A yellow shirt displayed a small graphic of a neon colored cassette tape, over a pair of jeans.
"Smallfoot!"
"Aunt Mix!" Smallfoot smiled.
The older woman hugged Smallfoot in a big hug, giving her probably the biggest hug she could.
"What are you doing here?"
"I thought about coming by, I was in the neighborhood, I wanted to visit."
"Oh that's so sweet of you. Please, come in, come in!"
Smallfoot stepped inside the house, and took her shoes off as she went inside.
"Leadfoot! Smallfoot's home!"
A voice called from the kitchen. "In a moment hon! Got to take this out of the oven!"
"Did I catch you two at a bad time?" Smallfoot asked.
"No, its alright sweetie."
Smallfoot followed her Aunt close behind, walking into the kitchen.
"Smallfoot!"
"Uncle Lead!" Smallfoot hugged her uncle, with her uncle embracing her back.
"Oh, its so good to see you again kiddo. What brings you here, we haven't seen you in a while."
"Oh, well, that's on me." Smallfoot said. "I uh... I wanted to talk to you two about something, if that's alright?"
"Of course sweetie. What's on your mind?" Aunt Mix asked.
"Well, uh... how do I say this, uh... I've... I've met someone." Smallfoot said, smiling nervously.
"You found yourself a girl, huh?" Uncle Leadfoot asked, smirking at her.
"Y-Yeah..." Smallfoot blushed.
"Who is she?"
Smallfoot coughed, trying to clear her throat. "Well... she's an, interesting girl. But I'm not sure if I should say anything more..."
"Come on, can't you tell your Aunt and Uncle about this girl?"
"Well... alright." Smallfoot spoke. "Her name is Sour, she's a student at Crystal Prep Academy, she's sweet, she's funny, she... she somehow gets me. I don't know how or why, but she understands me."
Smallfoot's aunt smiled at her.
"She sounds like a sweetheart."
"She is." Smallfoot said, genuinely smiling, letting out a sigh. "There doesn't go a moment where I'm not thinking about her."
"So, let me ask you this Smallfoot. Why are you bringing her up?" Aunt Mix asked.
"Well, I... we... okay. She wants me to meet her father, but I'm honestly really scared to meet up. So we came to a compromise and she's agreed to meet you two first, and then afterwards I'm going to have to meet him." Smallfoot replied. "But I'm not going to lie, I'm a bit scared to meet him..."
"Why?"
"Well, what if he doesn't like gay people? Or what if he doesn't like me? Or not approve of me dating her daugther? Or-Or--"
"Smallfoot."
She stopped talking, allowing her uncle to speak.
"I'm sure we'll like this girl. Look, if you want to invite her over for dinner, why don't you ask her? Then all of us can meet her."
"I suppose I could ask. Tomorrow night sound okay?"
"It should be--"
"Perfect, its settled!" Smallfoot said fast. "I'm sure you guys will like her!"
"I am absolutely, 100% sure... they are going to hate me!" Sour panicked.
Sour Sweet was rummaging through her clothes in her bedroom, while the rest of her friends from Crystal Prep watched her panicky state continue to unfold. Her entire room which was once clean and spotless was now a giant mess, scattered with clothing everywhere. It was hard to even find anything in its current state.
"Sour, you need to calm down." Sunny said.
"Don't tell me to calm down! Her parents are going to hate me, I just know it! Oh, I--"
"Hey!" Indigo gripped her shoulders. "Pull yourself together man!"
She threw one slap against Sour's face, making her wince in pain.
"Ow! Indigo!"
"Listen!" Indigo said, holding her tighter and getting incredibly close to her face.
"Uh, this is a bit uncomfortable, um..." Sour nervously replied.
"Look, you haven't even met them yet. You aren't going to know what they're like unless you calm down. And if you're going to make a good impression, you got to keep it together!"
Sour sighed. "You're right. You're right. Besides, I asked her into this--"
"--Sounds more like you're forcing her into this," Sugarcoat bluntly stated.
"--And I'm going to live up to my part of all of this. I swear, I am going to be the best dinner company, ever!" Sour said with triumphant emotion, standing tall and proud.
Sugarcoat deadpanned. "Sour."
"Do you have anything mean to say to me right now, or anything that's not helpful or supportive?" Sour groaned.
Sugarcoat was silent for a moment or two.
"Get off my coffee table."
"Okay, Sour should be here any minute." Smallfoot said, her foot tapping on the floor.
"Smallfoot, calm down, I'm sure we'll like her." Aunt Mix said.
"I don't know if you will!" Smallfoot panicked.
Aunt Mix sighed. "She's going to be like this forever, Leadfoot. How do we get her to calm down?"
Uncle Leadfoot chuckled. "I know just what to do. Smallfoot, why do you say we find a movie for all of us to see?"
"I don't know, I--"
Just at that moment, the doorbell rung. Smallfoot leapt up into the air and back on her feet, standing as straight as she could.
"I've got it!"
She quickly got to the door, and straightened herself up. Opening it up, she was met with the adorable smile of her girlfriend on the other side.
"Baby! You made it!"
"Why wouldn't I?" Sour asked.
Smallfoot yanked Sour over and gave her an enormous hug. Sour giggled as she was nearly thrown around in a big hug from her girlfriend. Smiling, she embraced her back and nuzzled her cheek.
"Geez, are you okay? You're shaking right now." Sour asked.
"I'm sorry, I'm a little stressed at the moment." Smallfoot sighed.
"Baby, its going to be fine. Just calm down."
Smallfoot took a moment to take a deep breath and calmed down. Once she was calm, she invited her girlfriend inside.
"Oh so you must be Sour Sweet!"
Sour turned her attention towards Smallfoot's aunt.
"Yeah, I am. And you are..."
"I'm Smallfoot's aunt. Nice to meet you," Mix extended her hand out. Sour, remembering appropriate manners and etiquette, shook her aunt's hand.
"Very nice to meet you."
"Oh, come come! Don't just stand there, come on in."
Sour followed her girlfriend close by and stepped into the kitchen. Inside, Uncle Leadfoot was still cooking dinner. Once he had a free hand, Aunt Mix took over control of cooking. He looked back at Smallfoot who stood close to Sour.
"Ah, Sour Sweet. Very nice to meet you, I'm Smallfoot's uncle. Uncle Leadfoot, to be precise." He extended a hand to shake Sour's, and she politely shook his back.
"Leadfoot?" Sour asked.
"I had strong hands, and I'm good with construction, but apparently my father, Smallfoot's grandfather to be precise thought that Leadhoof or Leadhands wouldn't be good."
Sour raised a brow. "I... see..."
"Eh, its old family history. Anyways, hey. You want to see some old photos of Smallfoot?"
Smallfoot zipped in front of her uncle, scowling.
"Don't. You. Even. Dare."
"Smallfoot. You brought her over, and its the parents job to embarrass the children," Uncle Leadfoot chuckled.
"I'm pretty sure that rule never existed, and I don't think she'd--"
"I'd love to!" Sour grinned with a wicked look.
Smallfoot scowled. "You're evil, you know that?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Sour giggled.
Uncle Leadfoot reached up a shelf and he pulled out a big scrapbook, and he took a seat on the couch. Sour sat on his left, while Smallfoot sat on Sour's left. Smallfoot could only brace herself the inevitable embarrassment to come. So many memories in that book that she feared that Sour would never see.
"Smallfoot, come on, you know I still love you. Besides, I have a feeling my dad's going to embarrass me too." Sour looked back.
"Yeah, well there's just some things in there I don't really want you to see..." Smallfoot said, crossing her arms.
"Oh, I remember this one!"
Uncle Leadfoot pointed a picture of Smallfoot as a six-year-old girl with what appeared to be some small building toys near her.
"Is she playing with Legos?" Sour asked.
"Yeah. Smallfoot was big into Legos as a little girl. I think she still is now, actually. Am I right?"
Smallfoot sighed. "Yes..."
"No kidding! You should see the amount of Legos she's got over at her apartment. She's got so many sets put together, I'm surprised she has space."
"I have an addiction, okay?" Smallfoot snarked. "Besides, whenever I don't have anything to do, I usually build things with Legos to pass the time."
"Sounds about right." Uncle Leadfoot giggled. "I remember back in 2006, she was so excited when we bought her a particular set, she wouldn't stop playing with it. I was worried we'd have to try and pry it out of her hands with a crowbar."
Sour giggled. Looking down at the photo, she could see her standing next to a small building that was made out of the pieces.
"Awww, my girlfriend's a Master Builder." Sour smiled.
Smallfoot blushed. Leadfoot then flipped a page over, revealing a new picture.
"Oh, and here's little Smallfoot at kindergarten."
"You took a photo of that? Seriously?" Smallfoot held her face.
Sour looked closely at the picture, a small chuckle escaping her lips. She could tell that little girl wasn't happy, at all. Well, hinted by the frown on her face and the quivering lips.
"I begged you to burn that picture..."
"Smallfoot wasn't really enthusiastic about the idea of going to school. And let me just say, trying to drag her there with her kicking and screaming didn't help." Uncle Leadfoot said, pointing at the picture.
"Doh, she's so adorable..." Sour giggled.
"This is not funny, Sour." Smallfoot snarled.
"I'm serious, you look so cute!"
"She didn't seem to think so," Leadfoot shook his head. "Part of me glad she's an only child, cause I can't have imagined how she would have acted if she had a sibling."
"You have any baby pictures of her?"
Smallfoot's face grimaced. "Oh no, please no..."
Leadfoot turned the page and flipped it over to near the beginning. Just at the front, there was a picture of two adults. One of them was sitting on the bed, holding a baby in her arms, while the man standing above (presumed to be her husband) stood next to her. Both of them smiled at the camera as they held the child in her arms.
"I never forgot about that day. The day that Smallfoot was born... to be honest, it was probably the best day of our lives."
Sour looked at the picture, but she was left with a blank face.
"Wait, where are you two?"
"We took that photo. And...", Uncle Leadfoot pointed a finger at another picture, showing himself, Aunt Mix, and the baby in the house they were currently in, "Here is all three of us in our official home."
Sour's eyes were glued to the photo, looking at the little baby in their hands.
"Awww... You were--"
"Sour--"
"Adorable."
Smallfoot slumped in her seat, looking at her girlfriend with boredom.
"I hate you."
"Yeah, no you don't," Sour giggled, booping her nose.
"Dinner's done!"
Uncle Leadfoot slammed the book close, setting it back on the coffee table. Standing up, he headed towards the kitchen, leaving Sour and Smallfoot alone.
"You're mean, you know that?" Smallfoot huffed.
"Yeah, I know." Sour giggled. "But I still love you."
Sour and Smallfoot got up from the couch and sat at the dinner table with the rest of the family members. Smallfoot pulled a chair out for Sour, to which she accepted and sat down. Smallfoot sat beside her, while the parents at on the other end of them.
"So, Sour. Where do you attend school?"
"Oh, I go to Crystal Prep Academy," Sour explained.
"Oh really? I remember my brother uattended that school once. He uh... he didn't really like it though."
"How come? Insane high rulers?"
"A little something similar to that. But mostly they were pushing the limits on how much they needed to work. Oh, and he was bullied constantly and the staff never did anything to help."
Sour rolled her eyes, "I thought so. Sounds like virtually nothing's changed!"
"Is there a horrible principal running your school?" Aunt Mix asked, taking a sip of her drink.
"No, actually. Principal Cinch got booted out, about freaking time, and it she's finally gotten what she deserved."
Aunt Mix nodded. "I see. Well, she's gone now, isn't she?"
Sour beamed. "Yep! Now I don't have to worry about that witch ruining my life, ever again!"
The two parents chuckled.
"I like your optimism," Uncle Leadfoot chuckled.
"Well, I think you can thank my sweetie here for that," Sour nuzzled Smallfoot's cheek. Smallfoot's cheek went red, her face flushing.
"Baby, not in front of my parents..."
"Come on, is there anything wrong with showing affection for your loved one?" Sour giggled.
Smallfoot was stooped.
"No."
"Then I'm going to love you all I want," Sour grinned.
"Well, anyways, before Smallfoot bursts into flames, how did you two meet?" Aunt Mix asked.
"I was, well... I was kinda in a state of depression for a while. Didn't really have anyone to love, and my friends all had someone, and, well... they set me up on a blind date, and that's when I met her," Sour's hand interlaced with Smallfoot's, feeling the warmth as she held.
Smallfoot looked back at Sour, an appreciative smile coming onto her face.
"And from there, well, we went on a first date, I got to know her some more. And we both got kicked out of the diner," Sour finished.
Aunt Mix nearly coughed on her drink. "I'm sorry, what?"
"You two got kicked out of a diner?" Uncle Leadfoot asked, trying to comprehend what he heard.
"Sadly... yes. My ex decided to eat at that diner and try to ruin the entire evening. He started a fight with my girlfriend, he threw food... then other people threw food... half an hour later, the entire diner's a mess, and she and I get charged for starting a fight in a family-friendly establishment while my ex gets hauled away by the cops."
Aunt Mix and Uncle Leadfoot stared at the two with an awkward stare.
"Yeah, that night wasn't really the best start on a first date...", Smallfoot rubbed the back of her head.
"I imagine so," Uncle Leadfoot nodded.
Smallfoot heard her stomach grumbling.
"Excuse me for a second."
Smallfoot got up from her chair, walking away from the dinner table. Now it was just Sour and Smallfoot's parents. An uncomfortable silence filled the air.
"So, uh..." Sour chuckled, with a hint of nervousness. "I don't know if this is okay to ask or not but... does she uh... does Smallfoot have a mom and dad?"
Aunt Mix and Uncle Leadfoot dropped their silverware and jolted their heads up looking right at Sour. There was almost a look of death in Aunt Mix's eyes. Sour didn't even know it would be possible, but there indeed was a woman who was more scary to her than Principal Cinch.
"We don't mention her mom and dad in this house, little lady..."
"Mix."
Leadfoot raised his hand up, looking at his wife. He looked back to Sour with a more forgiving face.
"I apologize, we... we don't really like to talk about that subject. You see, Smallfoot's mom and dad are... dead."
Sour's eyes bulged. "Oh my goodness... I-I'm so sorry, I... I didn't know."
"You don't need to apologize. You didn't know," Uncle Leadfoot replied.
Sour gulped and brushed her hand against the tablecloth. "But if you don't mind me asking... how did they die?"
Uncle Leadfoot slowly got up, checking for Smallfoot to come around the corner. Nothing. All clear. He got back down in his chair, looking at her in the eye.
"Listen. We'll tell you... but you can't let her know we told you. Its a hard memory for her to take as it is."
"I understand," Sour nodded, completely serious.
"Alright. Here's what you need to know. My brother, Bigfoot--"
Sour snickered. "Wait... I'm sorry, your brother is... Bigfoot?"
"Yes, I know, and we make a ton of those jokes, but if I can stay on topic?"
"Right, right. Sorry, please, continue," Sour stifled a giggle.
"Anyways. Now, we thought for sure when the time for her to be born that they would be alright. But... they weren't. Smallfoot's mother, she... she died, giving birth to her. She didn't have the strength in her, and before she knew it, after she was born... it was all lights out for her."
Sour stayed silent, allowing him to continue speaking.
"But it didn't turn out so well for him either... after her death, he went into a downwards spiral. Losing her hit him really hard, until one day... he decided to end it all. All he wanted was to be with his loved one again, and so he... he went," Uncle Leadfoot quaked, trying to speak clearly. "Poor little girl was left all alone..."
Sour felt tears pushing past her eyes. But she didn't dare let one go down her face.
"However, Mix and I found something that took us off by surprise. We did sign adoption papers to take care of her, but we found a letter addressed specifically to us. I don't know how, but somehow that man knew we would be worried, and, well... he left everything to us in his will, so we could give Smallfoot the proper nurturing and care she needed."
Sour felt her frown starting to go away, a small glimmer of hope to her face.
"And I'll be honest, I'm glad we raised her. Mix and I, we... we tried time and time again to have a child but... we couldn't. And taking care of Smallfoot... it was honestly the best thing we could have ever done. I love that little girl. She means everything to me," Leadfoot said with some pride.
Sour nodded with a smile. "I can see that."
"But let me ask you something, Miss Sweet. Do you really love Smallfoot?"
Sour nodded quickly. "I do. Really, I do. Sir, Smallfoot means the world to me, I would never hurt her--"
"Sour. I never thought for a second you would hurt her," Leadfoot replied.
"You... you do?"
"Smallfoot has said nothing but positive things about you. And even though I'm a bit hesitant, I can see why she loves you," Aunt Mix added.
Sour bit her lip, "But we barely talked. I only got here like a few minutes ago."
Mix and Leadfoot chuckled.
"Sometimes you just know, Sour. And we know," Mix smiled.
Sour gave a smile back, and she turned her head to see Smallfoot coming back to the table. She took a seat at the table, sitting back down.
"Sorry, apparently a spider made it into the bathroom," Smallfoot nonchalantly replied. "What did I miss?"
"Nothing really. Just getting to know each other, that's all," Sour grinned.
And for the first time that night, Smallfoot felt at ease. Sour wasn't angry, or bitter, or unhappy. Everything she had imagined would happen was just the opposite. And it only made her smile even more.
After dinner, everyone gathered over to the living room and turned on a movie. Sour snuggled close to Smallfoot on the couch as the two watched the film together. Their fingers intertwined with one another, and they were holding each other more and more close. Neither one of them felt uncomfortable to hold each other with such love.
Aunt Mix and Uncle Leadfoot watched as the two cuddled closer together, completely blind to their reactions and conversation.
"You know something, Leadfoot?" Aunt Mix asked.
"Yeah hon?"
"I think she just might be the one."
