Chapters Last Stop on the Mail Route
"Strabismus?"
"Yes." Nurse Redheart affirms, glancing up from an overstuffed clipboard; her desk, similarly, was covered in paperwork regarding the local residents. She herself, with her near-white fur and light red mane tucked under her nurses cap, was pretty cute; though cute was a good word for most of the denizens of this place. Maybe it was my soft spot for no-nonsense women. Her office was pretty quaint, but familiar after these last few months.
While Ponyville wasn't a particularly large place, something seemed to happen every other week around here, keeping the local hospital pretty busy. I had a feeling the Mare in questions stack of paperwork must be abnormally large.
Redheart clears her throat, drawing my attention back from my nosy browsing of her desk, lightly smacking my outstretched hand.
"Patient confidentiality, please, Mister Muss..." She pauses, flipping through the clipboard with a hoof. I still had no idea how they did that, things folded in a way I knew the horses back 'home' couldn't.
I'm quick to give her a sheepish grin, but its just as quickly met with a raised eyebrow. A pang of guilt hits me, and I quickly hide my smile--though with the chunk of my left cheek missing, that doesn't really do much.
"Sorry, I forget that--" I start, but find myself interrupted as she raises a hoof.
"You don't need to hide your Teeth, Mister Muss. As we've discussed with Twilight, exposure is the best method; Ponyville is resilient, and they'll grow used to it. Its a mixture of Small-Town mindset clashing with constant foreign change. They'd probably get over you quicker if we had any Griffin residents, but..." She trails off, lifting one of the papers on the edge of her desk. "...Gilda, one of Rainbow Dashes friends, wasn't terribly keen on setting up somewhere rural. Honestly, if anything, its your height -- but watching you hit your head on enough doorframes is helping with that."
Or maybe you had a thing for women with some cheek... a snort escapes me as I lean back.
"I'm still not wearing the helmet, but the headache medicine helps plenty." I say, sinking back into the chair. Redheart makes a similar noise, starting to tuck the results of my tests away into one of the drawers. I'd come in for my Monthly, as was decided by Twilight and Celestia for my long-term health. Being a 'Non-Magical' being in a world where Magic was a part of every facet didn't bode well for my personal health, but so far, I was all above board.
"So... not Ditzy, its... Derpy, right?" I prod after a few quiet moments, trying to bring our previous conversation back to light. I swear I could see a pang of pity hit her face as I mention the names again.
"Yes, it's Derpy. And Dinky is the name of her daughter." Redheart affirms, finally jamming the latest of my results away, sitting back in her chair with a heavy creak. "Why do you ask? Should I be expecting her in a few hours?"
The question surprises me.
"Constantly. She's remarkably sturdy, but that doesn't help the condition of whatever she impacts with. Poor thing usually shows up followed by the owner of whatever she ran into, swearing and..." She trails off, before realizing she might be letting a little too much slip. She clears her throat, looking back at me.
"Woah, hey, no." I cut her off, raising my hands. "No complaints, just neighborly concern after she came tumbling in through my window to deliver me something."
Redheart sighs, likely in relief.
"Oh, they're from Tia--erh, Celestia. Princess Cele--how formal am I supposed to be when I'm just talking about her?" I ask, still confused. She was a borderline, if not actual, Goddess ruling a nation, yet treated me like a childhood friend every time I swung by with Twilight.
Redheart just stares at me with an incredulous look, before slumping her head into a hoof, leaning on it.
"...Right. But uh, yeah. We send each other letters, and she sends me stuff she thinks I might like, checking in on me. I asked about Derpy because she came flying in through my window, crashing on my couch. Apparently she's very... concerned, when you don't have a Mailbox." I continue, explaining my morning. Still had to get one built, though home repairs took priority.
"She has an upstanding record within the Mailmares, despite her accidents. Ensuring the package is safely received is borderline a fault of hers at this point. Though, she hadn't met you yet, right?" Redheart asks.
"Nope." I return bluntly.
"And how did that...?" Redheart prods, already somewhat aware of my answer.
"Scared the absolute shit of her, seeing me standing there in my boxers. Brushing my teeth too, so..." I start to mumble, her wide-crossed-eye stare of terror still fresh in my mind. I can hear Nurse Redheart suck air in through her teeth. Thankfully, Nurse Redheart was pretty familiar with my foreign clothing habits, so she understood the awkwardness of the situation from both angles.
Redheart sighs, a sympathetic, if sad expression taking her face.
"What? Oh, no, its fine. Just... chairs and the couch got tipped, thats all. I stacked up all her packages and left them by the door outside, before I went to work." I say, not entirely telling the truth of just how much damage she caused. Didn't need to throw someone who'd been given a bad hand any further under the bus.
Redheart sighs in relief, looking at me with... wow, she broke the bossy Nurse face. That's an actual smile. Its been a while since one of the locals gave you one of those. Makes you want to ask her if she's down for a coffee.
"Thank you, Anon. She really does mean well." She says, softer than usual.
"Yeah, I figure if she's got a kid... foal... filly?"
Nurse Redhearts silence tells me all I need to hear, and I clear my throat, quick to move along. Single mothers were in no short supply where I was from. It was oddly humanizing, even in this land of colorful pastel butt-pictured magic ponies, they still had human problems.
"Oh, right." She nods, returning to her more recognizable, friendly-but-cold demeanor. "It's a condition that surfaced when she was a Filly. The eyes cross, affecting vision, balance, depth of field... Derpy specifically suffers from a severe case, a mix of Hypo and Hypertopia. Typically, only one of the eyes is affected, and turns to face one direction more than the others... in her case, one eye suffers Hypotopia, the other Hypertopia. One looks up, one looks down. Our usual treatment, which is specialized glasses... don't really work, because they don't... well, survive."
"Fuck. She's got it rough, huh?" I mutter.
"She toughs it out. Honestly, I'd argue she's even tougher than the Elements, the way she keeps it together for Dinky. I only told you this because of the interaction you had with her this morning, and because of your willingness to empathize. I don't want to hear from Berry Punch in a few days that I'm slipping patients info." Nurse Redheart warns, pointing a hoof at me.
"Consider my lips stapled shut. Thanks, Nurse Redheart." I relent, mock-raising my hands in surrender. Appeased, Nurse Redheart scoots from her chair, hooves clacking on the floor as she walks around the desk.
"Well, other than that, Mister Muss, final question. About... what we talked about, last visit. Still feel the same?" She asks, looking up at me. Even when I'm sat, I towered over all but Tia, with their eyes typically level with my waist.
I purse my lips, glancing away.
She snorts. "Much too busy. Either you find a Mare that isn't already married to her job, or find a day we don't have the Elements swooping in to counteract some weekly disaster, and I'll take you out for one. Good to hear you're managing, though."
I stand, following her towards the door of the Office, which she opens for me.
"Yeah, sure thing. Have a good one, Miss Red--" I go to wave, but Nurse Redheart cuts me off.
"Derpy is... I think you two might get along. If you give her the chance." She says suddenly, not making eye contact.
I'm silent for a few moments. Man. She really, really cares. A part of me cringes wondering just how many other Ponies around here don't, if she's so unsubtly trying to push a friendship.
"Thank you, Anon."
Author's Note
PonyVille Hospital Patient File - Anon E. Muss
Monthly Check-Ins still recommended, Letters & Continued Friendship highly advised.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 2 - Sensing a Pattern
It was a nice little place. Distant, near the edge of town. I got it fairly cheap, thanks to a couple things.
Firstly, as favor from Tia that came in the form of a loan from the crown. Something about a 'newly minted fund to help the dimensionally displaced', though I'm were pretty sure she was just being nice. She seemed to enjoy having a new, candid penpal though, and an opinion on Ponyvilles usual shenanigans that wasn't from Twilights... particular view. I didn't interact with Luna as much, but she took an interest in my limp in one of the few times I spoke with her while in Canterlot. Apparently prosthetics aren't all that common in Equestria, go figure; though she took significant interest in my past, considering her more militant views. I like to include little P.S sections at the end of my letters to Tia for Luna.
Secondly, my home was smack on top of a hill that was minutes from the Everfree Forest. For the Ponies, that put this place on the C list of properties. Personally, I kind of liked that it wasn't controlled by weather-trained pegasi or the like. Like a lethal splash of home. Fortunately for me, I've picked up a few books from Twilight about the place, and been introduced to the one local that was brave enough to live in it. Amusingly, for a similar reason that I chose to live on the edge of town. Twilight doesn't like to talk about it to much, but AJ filled me in on how all that played out. Seems this place had a habit of shunning oddities.
It wasn't terribly big, with the kitchen and the living room sharing one space, a single bathroom and a single bedroom, but it was sturdy, insulated, and all mine. Part of why I enjoy it so much is because, outside of the Ponies I deal with on the regular... most haven't really taken to me. They're fairly cordial, but whispers still get around, and I can feel their eyes. I'm like a prolonged weekly event that hasn't quite gotten finished up yet, like they're waiting for Twilight to find an excuse to get me locked up in stone or blasted away, so things can go back to normal. Yeesh.
The only remaining problem was work. Twilight originally offered to keep housing me at her Library, which included working as her assistant or something. She already has Spike, though, and I'm not terribly interested in rooming with people again. Considering I moved out, that deal went with it. AJ offered me work, but... tossing my leg at her helped get the idea that I wasn't built for 12+ hours in the field. Not anymore, at least. And with most Ponies around here being dicey about hiring me, I'd rather just do what I always did.
My eyes float to the corner of my house, set beside the fireplace, dedicated to the items that got yanked along with me when Twilight biffed her experiment. Raised in a rural American household that bled soldiers, after my tours, I had a penchant for spending my time in the woods, alone. When whatever happened to me did happen, it was during one of my Hunting trips. Rarity was able to style a few more choices of clothing for me based on what I arrived in, though she didn't like my deviation from style, aiming for comfort and durability. Still have that one suit she made me take, though. Doubt it would get any use. Mostly, the pile was the stuff I didn't need at every moment, like my binoculars, survival gear, backpack, tent, so on.
I kept my hunting knife strapped to my leg for comfort. I'd be more comfortable carrying my Bolt-action Rifle around, but left it mantled above the fireplace. For a place without gunpowder, I'm sure I could bug Twilight to make me some kind of... magic-instead-of-gunpowder bullets, or some other type of magic shit. But I really didn't want to be the guy who introduced them to guns. I just pretended it was some kind of walking stick, binocular combo thing and tucked it away first chance I got. I know for sure Twilight didn't buy it, but they haven't had time to ask about it yet. Had a few clips for it tucked in my bag, where they would stay. Maybe I should hide it under the floorboards or something, and get a bow.
Right now, I've got my good right leg kicked up on my table, my bum left leg enjoying a chance to breathe from my prosthetic, one of Twilights books about the Everfrees plant life (Poison joke was objectively terrifying), and a cup of coffee. Thank fuck that they had coffee.
Midday, weather was nice; light breeze through my window, it'd been a few days since I talked to Nurse Redheart. Derpy's damage to my living room was mostly forgotten, minus the... gift vase that Rarity got me for moving in, and the bushel of apples from Applejack that got bowled over, half of them bruised or mush. If Rarity ever comes over (Doubtful) I'll think up some excuse. Ate the apples anyway.
Speaking of the Elements, I got along with most of them. Rarity did up clothes for me pro-bono, which I intended to pay back once I made some profit, probably selling what I could drag out of the Everfree if that works out. Didn't think I'd like her hoity-toity attitude, but there's a surprising layer of care there. Plus, I was raised by sisters; I won't deny I'm a fiend for good gossip. Probably why me and Tia get along, too, honestly.
Applejack was nice, and an amusing reminder of home, though watching them kick apples off trees put worry in my good knee. I like her brother. Not too many other guys in town I can talk to, but I doubt he'd be down to bum it in the woods; seems like a workaholic like his sister. That bunch of kids her little sister hangs out with is trouble incarnate, but they like to bother me, which... I don't mind. They took a real liking to my woodworking, so I've made them a few things with my knife. Little wood horses, roughly based on the ponies they know, toys. Nothing amazing, but that seems to have gotten me in the Apples good graces. They like to bring me pies. I don't refuse.
Rainbow Dash is... odd. She's usually pretty boastful, and was more than happy to brag about how much faster she was than me, how she didn't need fingers; reminded me of a few guys I knew. Well, until she saw my leg one time, when we sat down outside Sugarcube Corner. Now she gets a little awkward when I'm around. Goes quiet and just kind of watches me. Applejack tells me she feels 'Mighty Embarrassed'; apparently those Wonderbolts she adores have some tie-in to my worlds Air Aces, so permanent injury might be a bit more of a grasped topic for her than most of the Ponies I know.
Twilight is a huge fucking nerd, and can be really pushy... but I see what she's trying to do. She's got a fuckload on her plate, and I'm often down to just be the human version of the programmers rubber ducky they yell at. Her venting is a good source of info about the place, and it's nice seeing someone get so excited about something. Though, I swear to god she has to be fucking autistic or something. I've seen her stay up for three days straight for the dumbest shit. Stares at me with the widest fucking eyes whenever I use my fingers... and could really learn some boundaries. Or maybe not--she's kind of fun to mess with. Oh, Spikes cool, but same issue as Big Mac; different interests. And a bit of an age difference, I think he's like... a teenager, just ages slow.
Pinkie is a bit much for me, honestly. She means well, but I do not intend to get diabetes. I'm already iffy about all the doctors visits I've got going on for my 'Unique Biology', and honestly, I'm more shaken up about how much sugar these Ponies consume then the whole no-meat thing. (Twilight mentioned something about Griffin traders, might look into that since I've already all but given up on my image around here.) I try to appease the pink menace by visiting a few of her parties, but they... I don't do too great in crowds. I try not to be mean, though. Like Twilight, she means well. She's starting to learn no means no, which according to Twilight, is a first.
Fluttershy and I don't get along, based on the difference of how we view small animals. I don't dislike her, mind you, but she certainly doesn't like being around me ever since I talked about a few of my hunting trips. I think what keeps her from fully exiting any situation we both end up being in is my leg. Every time she sees me walk, I notice she gets a lot closer, until conversation kicks back in.
Nurse Redheart was nice, but she kept walls up for everybody. I doubt I'd get through to her anytime soon, and any attempt would be probably interpreted as romantic, which is its own can of worms. On one hand, it was a good thing I was an ass man; on the other hand, they seemed to have a very... equine, way of approaching things, something I was unfamiliar with. Something about smells. Also, it seemed like an inverse of my world, where Mares were the 'lead' gender. Though, the disparity wasn't quite as bad here as it was on Earth. Mares and Stallions got paid the same, yada yada.
Once I've gotten through a few more chapters (Twilight seemed to think I could manage a book a day; like I've got the attention span for that), I'd get started on that wood carving Rarity's little sister wanted... Sweet Bell? She wanted one of her big sister; apparently her birthday was coming up. Got to step my tramp stamp game. Or, er... 'Cutie Mark' game.
I blink a few times, sticking a finger in my ear to double-check. That wasn't my tinnitus, was it? It sounded like...
I could barely look over towards my open window, before a feathered grey mass with bubbles on its ass came slamming through it, bombing my couch like an errant missile.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 19 - The Train to Canterlot
Ponyville has been out of sight for a few minutes now, scrolled far into the distance, now out of view as the angle of the train veers away. Dinky has settled in, the initial excitement wearing off as she stifles a yawn. We did get up pretty early to catch this train, so I wouldn't be surprised if --
-- And she's snoring. It's a fucking 'Honk Shoo, Mimimi' snore too, which Derpy and I share a knowing, quiet laugh over.
Since the inside of the train is pretty warm, I slip my jacket off, leaning over the table as I cover the snoozing Filly with it, like it's a big blanket. Derpy smiles at that; once it's draped over the filly, she leans on her side and uses her wing to tuck Dinky in. She mouths a 'Thank you', before getting settled in her own seat again.
"So. Do I get a turn to ask a personal question?" She asks; we're speaking a touch quieter to not wake Dinky, but the trains general ambience keeps things comfortable.
"You can ask me whatever you want, whenever you want. Just be careful what you ask for." I smile, my good foot jostling as I get comfortable myself.
She throws me a surprisingly flirtatious look in turn.
Wow, alright. Stronger reaction then I thought. I fan myself, making a 'phew' noise, getting a giggle out of the teasing mare.
"Was that a little too much?" I ask, smiling. "Just trying to play in the same field. I recall a certain somepony... kissing my teeth."
"...I quite like your teeth." She admits, giving me a half-lidded stare. "They're... you, are very interesting to look at. I find myself looking at them often."
"What, you into carnivores? Sharp teeth, Biting? Wonder how Derpy would taste with Barbecue sauce..." I joke, rubbing my chin. She giggles, sighing and laying her head on her hooves.
"...Maybe one or two of those." She admits, still watching me.
She was being a bit forward, today. Did this Mare have a kink for Teeth and Biting? Oh, boy. Mentally jotting that one down for later. So, definitely, absolutely going to try nibbling her ear when she isn't expecting it.
I huff softly, giving her a raised eyebrow.too distracted; what was the question you had?"
She snaps out of her playful mood a little, nodding. Since I was willing to ask about her Strabismus, I figured the line of questions she might have for me was probably similar in nature.
"Prosthetic is padded around the stump, so I can go for most of the day just fine, as long as I get a few chances to sit. Running or over-exerting, though, and it could start to bleed." I explain, tapping the metal rod that connected stump-holder to foot.
"Really? Why would it bleed?" Derpy asks, concerned.
"I've got a chunk of metal in my stump, for connecting the leg. I forget the details, but imagine its like..." I mutter, trying to think of an analogy. "Imagine you were flapping your wings, and they kept rubbing your saddlebag. Even when they started to get raw, you kept going. They'd bleed, right?"
She makes a little 'Ohh', nodding. It wasn't quite a 1:1 explanation, but I think that covered the basics of the idea.
"Do you ever... hm. I'm not sure how to ask this." She trails off, pursing her pretty lips. I noticed I tend to stare at her face, a lot.
"Miss it?" I guess.
She glances, and after a pause, nods.
"Not really much of a point to. Sure, some days there's an itch that I can't scratch; phantom limb or whatever its called, but what happened, happened. Wishing I had it back isn't gonna make my day any better, so I chug onwards." I explain.
A pair of Colts and a Foal walk past us down the Train center, the Foal asking it's parents about the bathroom.
"And... do you mind if I ask what did happen?" Derpy asks slowly, worried it's a sensitive topic. I tilt my head back, thinking.
"I'm sorry if it's -- " She goes to say, but I hold a hand up.
"No, you're fine. I don't mind, It's just complicated to explain, in Pony terms." I offer, and she nods, expecting me to drop it. She glances back attentively as I hum aloud, starting to try and summarize it in a... Pony-Friendly way.
"I was a... you guys have Soldiers, right? Army?" I start.
She shakes her head. Right. Equestria didn't have much of a military-type deal outside the Royal Guard force and those Wonderbolts. I think Luna's time was when they had soldiers, an army, that kind of thing. War is a far foreign concept to most of Equestria, now.
"Uh... like the Royal Guards, but less prolific. And instead of just guarding the castle, we would go all over the world to..."
"And you got hurt during it? Protecting your Equestria from Evil?" She guesses.
I glance out the window. That was a loaded one.
She nods, silent as she listens; though 'Hellcat' gets a curious look.
"And... I got hurt, alongside a few others. Think of it like... we stepped on a hidden magic trap, that we didn't know was there. And it blew up." I summarize. "Took my leg, and a chunk of debris hit my face. Did less and more to some of the other guys. I was one of the ones that got to go home, after that."
I lean my head back, groaning. I've come to terms with it, but it was never a comfortable topic. I was the lucky ones in that situation; my gaze growing distant as I remember. The smell. It makes me scrunch my nostrils. I sink further into my seat, until I'm almost fully reclined and taking up both of my spots.
Derpy is silent for a moment, watching me with sad eyes. I think she understands, generally. The Ponies are by no means stupid... I hesitate to call most of them naive, either. They're just... the modern Pony is as far-removed from violence as possible, thanks to Celestia working towards that for the last thousand years.
"May I?" She asks quietly.
I turn, looking at her expectantly; Derpy slowly climbs around Dinky so as not to wake her, out of their pair of seats, and into the middle walkway. She approaches my side, putting a hoof up beside me, and watches me expectantly.
I nod, shifting slightly to make room.
Derpy climbs up, stepping around and over me -- before nestling in between my side, and my arm, similar to how Dinky had squeezed in beside me earlier. Since she's a fair big bigger than Dinky, though, it's half life she's laying on top of my side. She presses her face against my neck, her wings unfurling to wrap around me in a feathery hug, overt PDA be damned.
Actually, a quick glance at the rest of the traincar shows... most of the other Ponies were sitting pretty close to their others, hooves over shoulders or necks nuzzling. Forgot how big on physical affection these things are; which is further reinforced by the fact that most of the Ponies I know keep hugging me.
Derpy's warm, and she nuzzles against me, trying to comfort me.
"It's all good. I've had a long time to process it. It's just not my favorite thing to think about, you know." I whisper back. I plant a quiet kiss on her head, catching a whiff of her mane. She smelled nice. "What shampoo do you use?"
She stifles a giggle, shifting to look up at me. "A bold topic shift. Why don't I show you next Sunday?" Derpy offers quietly.
I give her a surprised look, mock-gasping.
A deep blush takes her face as she realizes the innuendo she unknowingly committed.
"You don't even have to ask; expect me at your door every Sunday, unless we make plans to meet somewhere." I whisper back. "French toast next week? Get some raspberries, some honey, syrup..."
She hums in contentment, seemingly quite fond of the idea.
"Alright, Bubble-Butt, it's a date." I tease, giving her a playful, cheeky smile.
A playful hoof softly smacks my chest.Mister Muss ." She warns sternly.
"Right, in private only." I tease -- she huffs, laying her head back into my neck.
"Numbnuts." She mutters, giggling.
"I'd be more upset, if I didn't know how deeply fond of me you are. Obsessed, I might even garner." I mutter back, stroking along her back with a hand.
"Obsessed?" She retorts, chuffing.
"We're on our way to a weekend-long date right now, and you've already got me planning the next one. Sounds like some serious attachment to me." I joke.
Derpy lifts her head again, giving me a more serious look.
"I know. This weekend is all about Dinky; and you. But to me, any time I get to spend with you is a date; I'll find times to spoil you and make you feel like a special Mare in between. Trust me?" I softly ask, watching those big, golden eyes stare back at... the ceiling, and my chest. But I know she's staring at me. It's in the nose, and where she points it; and I can feel the breath from hers on my own.
She kisses my lips, softly, for a single moment; a sigh slowly escaping her chest, as its over as quickly as she started it.
"You're the one that decided to climb onto me." I protest, pulling her a little closer.
Her face scrunches playfully. "You looked like you need a hug. I thought I was the best fit to give it to you."
"Of all the hugs you Ponies keep throwing my way, easily top ten. Top five, even." I nod in teasing agreement. She gives me a look, scoffing.
"You get hugged by other Ponies? And here I thought you wanted my scent." She rebuffs, lifting her wings off of me.
"Not willingly. You think any of these Ponies ask first before they throw themselves on me? Case included?" I retort, faking a scoff.
"Well, excuse me for trying to comfort a friend." She huffs, huffily.
"A Coltfriend , if I have the term right. And you're excused." I grin, getting a soft hoof-slap on the chest for my behavior.
"Then let me go, and I'll be on my way, right back to my seat."
"Mm... nah. Think I prefer you here." I hug her closer, not letting her up. "Make sure the... scent sticks, or something."
"Hrmph. Smooth. And clingy, for a top five."
"Never said where on that five your hugs fall. What if I was ranking individual hugs, and not hugs from particular Ponies?"
"Like that'd make it any better?"
"What if I said four of the top five were from you?"
She gives me a dry look. "And who might be this other, oh-so-prized hugger?"
I point past her, towards the snoring filly. "Dinky, of course. Who else?" I respond bluntly, with just a hint of cheek.
Derpy sighs, starting to laugh. She keeps it quiet so as not to wake the Dinkster. "Good answer, Mister."
It's such a bubbly, fun giggle. She looks at me, sighing.
I think I'm getting closer to counting out all those freckles. We stare at each-other's faces for a good while.
God or Celestia damn, I love this Mare.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 3 - Hoof Delivered
If I was a betting man, I'd put twenty Bits that this Mare just hit the exact same spot she did last time. Though, I wasn't also on the couch last time.
I'm still leant back on my couch, but my book and coffee have long left my hands, somewhere on the floor. Beside me, ass-up and on her back, staring at me with wide, crossed eyes from between her legs, tail tucked right down the middle, is...
Yeah, bubbles on the ass. Blonde mane and tail, uniform grey fur with some darker mottling that could be considered freckles. Golden eyes, crossed up and down. Cute face. Wings are sticking out in some awkward directions, too. She's... kind of sturdy, for a Pegasus. Compared to Dash, shes got some meat on her bones. From ferrying packages, or was one of her parents an Earth pony?
I'm torn from my churning pot of thoughts as she finally makes a noise.
"Oh... I did it again, didn't I..." She sighs, trying to wriggle in place to get up. Minimal success is found, weighed down by her saddlebags and her awkward position. "I'm sorry, Mister. I was trying to aim for your door, to knock... now I've gone and made a mess again."
It felt like someone was yanking on my heart directly, Oh My God. Bastard I might be, this was too much. I cut her off before she has a chance to make me any sadder.
As I start speaking, she quits wriggling, looking up at me -- okay, I have to go by where her nose is pointing to figure that out, because her eyes are not helping. She's like an Owl, looking directly at whatevers drawing her attention.
I reach down, nestling my hands underneath her back, between her and the couch. This elicits a small 'Eep' out of her, before I slowly push and lift her into a proper sitting position where she isn't folded up like a steel chair.
"No, I'm alright... one of my softer Landings, actually..." She answered quietly, pushing off the couch; stepping in my spilt coffee. She looks straight down at it, and its like another wave of guilt hits the poor thing, like she's barely holding it together. I know Nurse Redheart said she was good at toughing it out, but... she must've had a shit morning.
"Oh, that was already like that. I just haven't gotten to it yet." I fib, scratching my neck.
She looks up at me; I can tell she doesn't buy it, but I think she appreciates the gesture.
"Fohr de dhamages..." She mumbles, mouth full of bits bag, before placing it on the couch beside me.
Words forgotten, I can feel the hesitation before she slowly hugs me back, openly sobbing into my shoulder, shaking.
It's been about fifteen minutes. She's sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and sipping on some tea I warmed up for her. (I've got a few types. I'm not much if a tea guy, but Tia is determined to find a type I'd really like. Luna and I prefer coffee.) Her saddlebag is by the door, and I've cleaned up most of the mess.
The crying almost kicked back in when she noticed my leg, but I assured her she hadn't injured me; poor thing thought she knocked my leg right off. I'll explain what an IED is later.
...Actually, let's not.
Not really how I expected things to play out when Nurse Redheart asked me to give her a chance, but sometimes all we need is a hug. Lord knows that was the best one I've gotten in years.
Stepping out of the kitchen, I drop the rag I'd been using to clean up the coffee onto the counter after wringing it out. I take the bits bag she left on the couch, and tuck it into her saddlebags. She looks like she's about to protest, but I hold up a hand.
She sniffles and nods, looking at the floor again. I slowly ease myself onto the couch beside her, grunting as I settle in.
"T-thank you... you're a lot nicer than they say."
So they do say things about me. Figured.
It takes a moment, but she nods, setting the cup on the table. She clears her throat, unwrapping herself as she starts preparing to leave.
Awkwardly assertive. I like it.
I'm standing by the door, leaning against the doorframe as I watch Derpy resume her route, flapping off. She's got a pretty good speed, though she's all over the place.
My eyes skirt the letter Tia sent me, as I sip my newly made second cup of Coffee.
"Dear Anon,
I stop reading, making an exaggerated tsk sound as I head back inside. There go my dreams of being an astronaut.
Derpy
I watch him from a distant cloud, my hooves kneading its edge as he steps back inside.
I think I'd like another hug.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Anon
Today is the day that Rarity's sister is supposed to swing by; Sweat Ball? No, no way thats it.
Right now, I'm sat outside my house, under the awning. Picked up an old used bench from Applejack they had sitting around; almost paid me to take the old thing off their hands. Wasn't too bad on my back, if I used the wall of my house for support. I've got Swish Bish's little carving sat beside me, whittling away at the next request. Honestly, I considered opening a stall... but I don't think I've got the people skills (or pony skills) to try and sell shit. Save it for requests and such, since my current customer base was the local children. Not exactly a group known for flush pockets, but maybe word would get around.
I know Apple Bloom is one, Applejacks sister. I like the Apples, and try to swing by the orchards when I'm walking that way for a hello. They're a comforting reminder of home, and apparently they make some fucking mean cider. I keep forgetting these splashes of colors have shit like alcohol. Nowhere near Earths alcohol percentage, but I'm not terribly interested in drinking, beyond flavor. Not a fan of losing full control over my thoughts or movements.
Then there's the orange one... Scoots, I think. No clue who she was related to, but she idolizes the shit out of Rainbow Dash, and the last time she saw how Dash acted around me... man, I think that the gears in her head turning. Dashes cousin, maybe? Never seen the pipsqueak so contemplative, like her emotional maturity just spiked a level. Think she's got a thing with her wings, too, so I feel for a fellow cripple. Doesn't seem to keep her down, though--I've seen her blitz around Ponyville on that scooter.
Speaking of Dash, finally had a good conversation with her. She wanted to apologize, but apparently has some serious difficulty with any task that isn't stroking her ego. Seemed to mellow out a bit once she realized I really wasn't bothered by it, and we spent the afternoon chatting. Mostly about my leg, obviously, but that's progress.
Last one is Swash Buckler. Sweet little thing, and the one I'm waiting on; said she'd swing by after classes ended to grab it for me. Wouldn't call her timid, but she's probably the least when it comes to how... loud of a personality the other two have. Definitely took after her big sister in the caring department, though. While not as brazen as Apple Bloom, Bell was a smart one. Smartest of the lot, I'd bet.
Distantly, I can hear the bell ring, signaling the end of the schoolday for the children. Should be about the time that Swell Bell comes by.
Okay, I know I got that second half right. I'm just gonna call her Bell until I figure out the first half. These Ponies had some awkward names to try and remember, but I was getting some of them. (The rest, I just worked off of Nicknames, though nicknames were gonna happen even if I did remember their name. Some stuck, like Rares, for Rarity. Others didn't, like Buttspark for Twilight. Didn't stop me from trying, though. 'Sunbutt' hasn't corrected me yet, so that's something to unpack later.) Some of their names were pretty on the nose, which helped; apparently parents didn't really... 'Pick' a name? More just like they... knew? Probably whatever Magic that was in line with a butt tattoo showing up on their ass.
Putting my whittling knife down on the bench, I fish my binoculars out of my jacket pocket, squinting through them. Peeping down on the town was slowly becoming a hobby of mine, though I tried to avoid windows. Didn't need 'Peeping Tom' added to my reputation... Did Ponies have that kind of shit? Crime was almost nonexistent around here, at least around Ponyville, I heard from Twilight.
I slowly scan over the square, trying to find the school... my hilltop abode grants me some good sightlines, so it doesn't take long to find Buttflower (Seen her, never met her, and yeah, a lot of my nicknames involve 'Butt', their fault) ushering the Fillies and Foals outside. There's a few parents waiting, but the small-town community vibe thrives here, and a good chunk of them just run off around town, either to play or head home.
I scan the scattering kids for a few familiar colors, and the white, yellow and orange trouble-trio bunching up. Apparently finding your butt-picture was important enough that they called themselves Cutie-Mark Crusaders. The mental vision of the three Fillies in historical templar crusading armor amused me for long enough that I lost track of them.
Back to scanning the crowds.
Doesn't take me long to find one of them again, specifically Bell. She was approaching the long climb up to my hill, though she wasn't alone. Another Filly, one I didn't recognize, was walking alongside her as the two were chatting, flailing hooves and giggling. Too far to hear what they were talking about, and would be for a few more minutes. Blonde Mane with a Lavender coat, compared to Sweetie's White and Purple; both Unicorns, though.
The topic of magic... Earth had a pretty good grasp of it in a lot of media. A comically over-useful plot device that was as overpowered as the individual was capable of. Apparently, everything had magic, but Unicorns were the ones that floated shit with their horns. Twilight was always eager to show me any time I asked, and that helped me understand. Most Unicorns are specialized, or reasonably powered. The Unicorns I knew personally could teleport.
I've firmly recommended to Twilight that she never make my prosthetic alive again.
Now that they're getting closer, I tuck my Binoculars back into my pocket. I see Bell raise a hoof, waving at me; I return the wave back. The second Filly waves, apparently even more excited. I can only imagine what the kids say about me, though I doubt most of it is good.
"Mister Human!" I hear Bell shout, the pair kicking up to a trot as they cross the final stretch up towards my porch. I bet you she forgot my name, too.
Huh, wasn't expecting that.
"Hey, Bell. Brought a friend?" I ask, leaning forward against my knees as I greet the pair.
"Sure did! She's--" Bell starts, but pauses, looking around. The poor thing gets cut off by Scoots and Apple Bloom so much, I think it's second nature for her to expect it even when they aren't here. Finding nobody intends to, she lets out a little sigh of relief, before--
"Oh, Derpy's kid. I can see it, now." I mutter, leaning forward. Swap the purple for grey, horn for wings... Dad must've been a Unicorn, then. Dinky nods, still beaming excitement.
Bell steps forward, eyes already glued to the hand-sized figure beside me. I chuckle, picking it up and holding it out for her; a soft light-green glow covers it, and I watch as it floats out of my hand towards her. It was a carved figurine of Rarity in a rearing-back pose, mane flowing, on a small base. Her styled hair was interesting to try and transcribe onto the wood, but I think I got it pretty good.
She looks up from it, smiling wide. I'm promptly tackled in the midsection, her hooves wrapping around me as she hugs me tight. I can't help but laugh, returning the hug before patting her head, setting her back down.
"It's wonderful. How did you make it?" Bell asks once she's back on the ground, the little figure floating beside her. Mental fist pump.
I waggle my fingers with one hand, and hold up my whittling knife in the other.
"Could I... maybe... ask for another?" She asks softly, that mischievous smile kids get when they're excited slowly spreading on her face.
"Sure. I've got to make like... another three Rainbow Dashes for Scoots, but I could probably do something for you after." I joke. Well, not actually a joke, but I still think its funny.
Bell nods excitedly, starting to turn.
Dinky and I wave, and I look to Dinky as she turns back to face me. She's sat on her haunches a few feet from me, staring up at me, smiling. Didn't expect her to stick around, thought she'd roll with Bell.
"You want one, too? I don't charge anything for them." I ask. Even if its just for free goodies, I still appreciate the attention. Surprisingly, she shakes her head no, still staring at me.
"Offers always open." I respond, nodding. I lean back, picking up my in-progress piece (A little something for Nurse Redmane, don't worry about it) starting to shave off new segments.
A few moments pass, and I realize I slipped into the workflow. Woops, I glance up--
Oh, still there, smiling. Uh...
"...You don't have to sit on the ground, you know." I offer, patting beside myself on the bench. I was going to assume she might be shy, but the moment I offer, she hops right up, settling in right beside me. Alright.
Now she's watching me work. Curious little thing. She's even humming, though I've no clue what.
"Your mom not expecting you?" I ask, another of many flakes of wood floating to the ground beneath me. Had a little pile going between my feet.
"Nope. Mom doesn't get home until late." She responds, still watching my hands work. I hold the knife and the figure with one hand, poking her on the nose with my finger with my free hand. She recoils, blinking a few times before looking up at me, tilting her head.
"She cool with you hanging out with me? Stranger danger, that kind of thing?" I ask, but she looks down to think for a moment. Big thoughts incoming, judging by how long she's thinking.
"... I wanted to say thank you." She finally speaks, looking back up to me. The smile isn't as wide, but its just as heartfelt. I raise an eyebrow.
"Sure? I mean, it's a bench."
"No, not that. About my Mom."
"...Not following."
She shuffles in place until she's sat facing me, tail swishing around.
"Oh, that's..." I start to mutter, but she keeps going.
"A few days ago, she looked really, really sad. I heard her crying in her room. But, the next day, she was smiling! Real smiling! I asked her about it--well, not about the sad-not-smile but just the real-smile, and she told me about you!" She squeaks, inching closer.
"Oh...Yeah?"
"You didn't say the mean things other Ponies say about her, you even gave her tea, and helped her with her packages! She said you gave really nice hugs! Can I have one?" She squeaks again, my heart clenching from how fucking cute this kid was.
I practically sputter, which she takes as affirmation, and wraps her hooves around me. Or, as much as she can, anyway.
"Thank you, Mister Muss. I like when my mom smiles. Real-smiles. And you make her do it! So I like you."
This is coercion of the highest fucking degree. It should be illegal for these things to be this fucking cute.
She lets go of me, scooting back to her original spot.
"That's... very sweet of you, Dinky. I like--" I start saying, before realizing I didn't give myself enough time to process thoughts into words. Uh, fuck no. Don't say you like a lone child you just met. Abort. Say you like literally anything else.
"--your mom."
Nailed it. Fucking moron. Damage control.
"Too. She's, uh, really nice." I add at the end. Internal fist-pump. Fucking smooth, that's why you're the best.
Dinky practically beams, her smile gets so wide.
Oh, fuck.
Dinky leaps from the bench, already trotting home.
"Seeya 'round. Dinkster."
I sit in silence for a few minutes, processing that, before returning to my whittling. That's gonna have repercussions, but that's a problem for later.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
I may be... abstaining, from getting a mailbox just yet. For obvious reasons.
I may have purchased a cushion from Rarity, fibbing slightly about why I wanted one. Couch looks a little nicer with it, actually.
I am definitely not used to being visited by Dinky every day. I'm not even on my porch most times, this kid just straight up knocks on my door.
It's been a few days since Bell picked up her gift. Dinky comes by every time school is out. Either with one of the Crusaders, the whole bunch, or just by herself. I don't think the filly has much to... do, after school. Apparently, while there's not a crazy amount of mail for Ponyville, there's very few employees for the Post Office.
Sat on the couch, deeply comfortable, I had gotten as much coffee out of the pages as I could from Derpys' last visit, but I was holding off on bringing this one back to Twilight. For a while. I'll probably just eat the blame. This section was about Cockatrices. With every page, my grand idea of romping the Everfree was dwindling, as were the remaining bits from Sunbutts loan. Still trying to figure out a line of work.
"And your mom is... cool, with you coming over like this?" I ask, glancing up from my book about the Everfree.
Dinky, sat beside me on the couch, homework spread out on my coffee table, nods enthusiastically.
I blink a few times, rubbing my temple. She picks up on my, obvious and unneeded confusion, and explains.
"Mom was like, super happy to hear you like her too! I asked if I could keep visiting you after school, but she doesn't want me to be a burden or upset you! Well, she said that after she stopped blushing--"
I cough, choking on my coffee.
"Careful! Anyway--" Dinky continues, unabated. "Since she doesn't want me coming over and being a burden, I'll just visit and NOT be a burden! Smart, right?" She grins, looking at me expectantly.
I finish clearing the wrong pipe of coffee, and wipe my face on my sleeve. I lean back, staring at this kid.
Honestly, had to respect it. Bit of a weird situation, but... I'll ask Twilight about it later.
"...Yeah, you're alright. Let your mom know it's fine, though I won't be home every time." I relent. I'll admit, it was kind of nice to have a visitor. Even if I did almost try to serve her coffee when she came over.
Dinky beams, nodding. But then, the smile fades slightly, and she tilts her head.
"I've got to get a job, pick up some work. Woodcarving isn't the lucrative business you might expect." I respond, sipping and flipping the page of my book. Manticore? Jesus.
Dinky seems to deflate a little at the word 'work', looking down to her pages and growing silent.
Shit, man, I wasn't expecting to have to juggle getting a job around disappointing a kid.
"Uh..." I mumble, taking a chance to glance down at her.
Oh, fucking mistake. She's hitting me with the big, wobbling, tearing-up eyes. I swear, she knows what she's doing.
Resist. This isn't even your kid.
...
A long groan escapes me as my head lolls back, resting against the couch.
...If I did Everfree runs, I could probably make above-average pay for a fraction of the days work. You know, only at risk to my life and shit. And that's if I can find ponies to sell it to, otherwise I'm just supporting myself. Which, I've done, but still...
I try to resist taking another glance--but, I peek out of the corner of my eye.
Her lip is trembling. My resolve shatters. Fuck these things for being so cute.
I drop my book on the table, slapping my knee. Dinky startles, looking at me with surprise. I groan, shaking my head.
"...No, I've... got some work lined up that'll only take a few hours. Otherwise, I'll be here. Or around."
Dinky's face practically explodes in a smile, and she wraps herself around my midsection, hugging me tight.
There's no fucking way this kid doesn't know what she's doing. No kid is this fucking sweet.
I'm standing at the edge of the Everfree, wearing my full kit. For my safety, for the first couple of runs, I've got my gun slung over my shoulder. I want to try to avoid using it, but with half the shit I read about, I want to get comfortable first.
Zecora helped me map out some general 'no-go' areas, based on local populations. Poison joke areas, nests for things I do not want to run into, the like. She was even kind enough to mark in the book (permanently, sorry Twilight--at this point I'm just going to buy the damn thing) which plants the Ponies might like the most. Medicinal and recreational ones, for salves and teas.
The things I do because I may or may not have a small crush on a small bubble-butt pegasus whose daughter coerces me into danger with puppy-dog eyes.
I groan, shifting the sling of my pack, and start trekking into the looming woods.
~
In only a few minutes, it's already difficult to see behind me. It's only going to get worse from here.
~
...Honestly, I kind of missed this. It's not any forest I know, but if I stop paying attention (bad idea, but I'm full of those) it kind of just feels like I'm on one of my trips, back home. Some kind of bird is tweeting distantly, and the greenery here is lush. No signs of any sort of pollution, no garbage...
I could get used to this.
~
Surprisingly, it didn't backfire. One hitch, which went quite well. Could have gone fucking terribly, but went quite well.
Leg got stuck in a root, nearly whacked my head on a rock. Looks like I got rusty.
I'm home now, leg is sore, backpack slumped open on my coffee table as I pick through my findings, sorting them and double-checking their page in the book. Place is abundant with the shit, since the Ponies avoid that place like the plague. Should be good pickings for the future.
Now, how do I sell these?
I sip the coffee I got from Sugarcube Corner, sat at one of its tables. Half eaten donut on my plate.
Pinkie was nice when I went inside. Reeled it in a little bit, for me. She tries to avoid startling me, which I appreciate, but I'm not sure why she does that.
Another hitch. Bigger one this time. I thought they'd all clamor for the stuff, since they can never get it. Turns out, since they never get it, they've found out how to never need it. And since I'm a shit salesman, I can't exactly sell a Pony something it doesn't need. I tried the market stalls, and I'm not about to hassle people walking around to buy my shit. I've got more self respect then that.
I take a slow sip of my coffee.
Well, I've got two more places in mind.
"And you got these from the Everfree?" Nurse Redheart asks, giving me a concerned stare. Her office was about as cozy as usual, with its white walls, white tiles, and surgical glare. I don't think this Mare knows comfort.
"Yep." I nod.
"And you aren't... hurt? Did you hit your head?" She follows up, frowning.
"If you're going to insinuate that I'd need brain damage to try and harvest the Everfree, I'm going to remind you of a striped denizen that lives inside of it. Just so you don't sound racist." I return, giving a little finger-waggle.
Redheart frowns.
"...From what I heard, stripes get it worse around here than bipeds." I mutter.
Redheart sighs, and is about to say something... but seems to recall that only one of the two actually live inside the town.
I pull up the book, holding it open and tapping at its associated page. "Medical herb, according to Zecora. Tried selling at the Marketplace, but--"
"Got treated like a snake-oil salesman?" Redheart assumes. She assumes correctly.
I nod, lowering the book.
She sighs, taking a moment to contemplate. Eventually, she leans, opening a drawer, and pulling a few bits.
My hands go up.
"...Anon, what are you--"
"Anon! They aren't pity Bits, I'm telling you--"
"Stop."
We both pause as I state it firmly, holding my hand up.
Behind me, I can hear Nurse Redheart sigh.
I'm back at Sugarcube Corner. Second Coffee, second donut. Pinkie didn't charge me this time. I think she just... knows things. Probably a magic thing. That, or I don't hide my mood on my face as well as I think i do.
There's just something about pity. About not being able to handle myself, or work it out myself. Irks me, eats at me. I can take people thinking lesser of me, disliking me. But pitying me? Oh, that shit bothers me. I know she means well. Just...
Ugh.
I sip loudly, getting a glare from one of the other patrons. Some mottled shit-brown and red stallion-guy. Do something about it, asshole.
He goes back to his newspaper, muttering.
I sip loudly, triumphant. My mood is better. I know its dumb. But I enjoy the pettiness.
Alright, last stop.
The Library door opens, Twilight blinking and rubbing her eye from the sunlight. The bags under her eyes have bags.
"Fuck, when's the last time you slept?" I mutter, leaning to get a better look at her.
"...Fifteen minutes ago." She mumbles.
"Before that?"
"...Four days."
I groan, shooing her back inside as I step in after her. Yeah, I'm not gonna try and sell her 'Research Plants' when she's going to fall asleep standing up--
I pause as I close the door, watching her. She'd moved to the side to make room for me, but her eyes are have closed. She wobbles slightly to each side, balancing herself.
And snores. She fell asleep standing up.
~
I shut the door to her room carefully, leaving the tucked-in Twilight to catch up on the sleep she needed. I'll ask what the fuck had her up for four days straight later.
As I'm heading downstairs, I bump into Spike. He's laid on the floor, a few comic books spread out around him. He looks up at me, giving a short wave.
"Hey." I nod, about to go down the steps to the next floor. I pause. I look back.
He's got a bowl of gems beside himself. He picks one up, licks it, then bites an entire chunk out of it. I squint.
"...Hey, Spike." I speak up, taking a few steps back up so I'm on the same floor again.
"Ogh--mfhp, yeah?" Spike mumbles, chewing -- very crunchy -- and swallowing. "What's up?"
"Are those worth Bits?" I ask, pointing a finger at his meal.
"Uh... a few, yeah? They're pretty plentiful." He answers, tilting his head while his little feet kick. "Why?"
I scratch my chin, trying to think. "...Where do you get them?"
Spike changes which elbow he's leaning on, his tail flicking.
"Dangerous?"
He nods.
That's a new one.
Spike rolls his eyes. He knows exactly what's up, and says nothing about it. Good lad.
"Got a book on them?"
"You return the other ones yet?"
My lips purse. I nod slowly, turning to leave. He chuckles.
"Thanks Spike. Oh, I'm gonna leave some plants I found on the table. Get Twi to take a look at them when she wakes up."
He throws me a thumbs up, and goes back to reading.
I've got the start to a beautiful -- and terrible -- idea.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 6 - Interrupted Machinations
I'm walking back from Twilights library machinations brewing in the mind. If I could pull it off, I might not even need to get a job around here. Not really a long-term solution, but baby steps.
I'm so distracted, I almost don't even notice her -- It's a distant sneer that I half-presume is meant for me that draws me out of my thoughts. I pause, glancing around.
Up ahead, there's a Pony couple passing a lamp-post. They're looking up at it as they do--frowning, shaking their head, muttering and moving on.
I follow their line of sight up, and nearly double-take.
Derpy. Her saddle-bag is wrapped around the top of the now slightly-bent lamp post, and she's dangling from it, stuck in a weird position that doesn't let her use her wings, hooves, or mouth to get out of it.
I quicken my pace, as much as my leg allows, crossing the rest of the plaza and pausing underneath the streetlamp, resting a hand on it. Since it's sized for Ponies, I can almost reach her.
"Hey Derpy." I ask, softly. No real need to yell, considering she was only like a foot or two above my head.
She glances around, confused, distracted from trying to wrest herself free with her mouth. The moment she realizes it's me, however, a blush takes her face, and she partially hides behind her hooves.
"Just, uh... hanging out?" I snicker, smiling.
Seems my smile is contagious. She smiles a little herself.
I reach up, placing a hand on her hoof. She glances away, but doesn't move. Then again, she doesn't really have a choice right now.
"...You want some help getting down?" I follow up, keeping my voice soft.
"Oh, n-no, it's alright. I don't want to be a bother. I'll get down... eventually... though I'm gonna be running late... I hope Dinky feeds herself..." She starts to mumble.
"Hey, no bother at all. I'm probably the only one around here without magic that can actually reach. Let me help. It's no trouble, promise." I assure her.
She's hesitant, but eventually, Derpy nods.
Reaching up and stretching my arms above me, I feel out the saddlebag and its straps, looking for the buckle. Easiest to pop it off for the moment, then re-secure it once she's free. My hands brush her soft fur a few times, but proximity is required for this. I try to remain polite about it, and try to keep talking so it's a little less awkward.
"Ponies around here usually that... unhelpful?" I ask softly, nodding in the direction of the couple, now across the plaza.
"N-no! No, they... used to help me. And still do! They didn't even mind so much when I bumped into things, or make a mess, or get stuck. But, I guess I do it so much, they got... tired of it. That's okay, though, I get it. I don't mind. I always get myself down or clean up, eventually." Derpy responds, watching my hands. I think. Hard to track where she's looking from this position, but the smile on her face fades slightly.
And what does she mean, usually?
"Well, hey. Anytime you're in a situation, you can always call on me. That's what friends are for, yeah?" I offer, giving her a reassuring smile. Her face tucks behind her hooves.
"A-are you sure? I-" She stutters.
"Absolutely." I interrupt, reaffirming my stance.
"...Thank you." She mumbles. She clearly wants to say more, but, dangling from a lamp post in the middle of Ponyvilles Square might not be the best place for it, opting to save it for later.
I finally manage to find the clasp, and start working it open. My time spent trying to free Derpy gives me a good chance to look it over; its an old Saddlebag, worn with age, but far from in disrepair. The care put into keeping it maintained is pretty clear, with a few hoof-sewn patches and a few buttons clearly newer than the others.
Suddenly, the clasp gives, and Derpy is free--and about to fall. There's a second where I consider if letting her catch herself with her wings is best, but before that thought has even found its conclusion, the freckled-grey mare is held softly in my arms. Her face holds a deep blush, hiding a smile. Shit, Dinky wasn't kidding.
It's a little awkward to make do, but I kneel to set her down, before pushing back up and unwrapping the saddlebag off the light post.
"Oh, you don't need to--" She starts, but quickly falls silent as I bring the sling the saddlebag over her. She watches my hands, re-clasping it around the mailmare and tugging it secure.
"There you are. All set?" I ask, leaning to check its snugness, giving her sides a soft tap.
Derpy gives it a testing wiggle, before flapping her wings. She looks up at me, smiling, before hugging my leg.
Shit, man. Those cute-ass smiles run in the family.
"Thank you. I-I should get going, I'm already behind on my route." Derpy says, letting go and trotting back a few hoofsteps.
"Yeah, of course. Fly safe, Derpy, and say hey to Dinky for me. Oh, and tell her she left her Hoofstory homework on my table."
Derpy looks confused for a second, frowning slightly.
"No, no, it's all good. She's a sweetheart, no trouble at all. I appreciate the company." I retort. Good to know Dinky is a little liberal with the information she parts.
"Are you sure, Anon? I appreciate everything you've done, but I don't want Dinky to intrude."
I hold my hands up, shaking my head.
"O-oh. Oh! Uh... alright." Derpy trails off, rubbing one hoof with the other. "If she behaves. But she's grounded for fibbing, first of all. After, she, uh... gets her homework."
"Sounds fine to me, Derpy."
I wave as the mailmare takes an unsteady lift-off, but thankfully, she doesn't impact anything else as she looks behind herself, waving back to me.
I scratch my chin, starting my walk back towards my house. I need a shave.
It's been about a week since that incident.
Had a talk with Twilight, once she actually got some sleep. She offered me a few bits for the plants, citing them as uncommonly gathered herbs that she could run a few tests on. Fair enough.
Asked her about how the town reacts to Derpy. They try to help when they can, but, most of the time they aren't in the area. Dash is the only one who commonly sees her, but apparently an incident involving a storm-cloud and one of the towns buildings put a sour taste in Dashes mouth, and now she tries to ignore Derpy. I guess the Element of Loyalty can be selective.
Dinky came by, yet didn't seem downtrodden from being grounded. Something about her mom happily trotting around the house. Plus, it was only like three days before the filly was knocking on my door again.
I've ran into Derpy a few more times since then; thankfully, no incidents that she needed help from. Sometimes I catch her dropping mail off at my house; sometimes, I get home and find them neatly sorted on the table. She's getting pretty good at landing through my window without making a mess. Now and then I'll bump into her on the street, and we'll pause for a bit, chatting. Tried to invite her for a coffee, but she just doesn't have the time. She does get Sundays off, though... might ask her about that.
In the meantime, I've had some time to brew on my thoughts. I wasn't going to piss around town trying to do odd jobs, and the skills I had to offer were... not in high demand around here. Maybe if I felt like moving to Griffonia, but... pass. I had a reason to stay here, and she had bubbles on her butt. So instead, I'd do something that I knew how to do... that I'd try to avoid talking about when I was done.
I asked Twilight about the Diamond dogs; fairly troublesome, with stealing from Ponies and even enslaving them, though their territorial nature keeps them from encroaching. This should work out, then, without too much moral issue. Raiders and Slavers. I can work with that.
Sat on my couch, I've got my hunting gear spread out on my coffee table. Sent Dinky home about an hour ago; don't want this being known. I've got my rifle laid out, slightly dissembled for maintenance. A Model 70 Alaskan, chambered in .30-06; I peek through the scope, rubbing the end softly with a cloth to clear a smudge. I have about 20 rounds for it, enough for three reloads after I've filled it once. Kind of wish I had more, but that's all I had stuffed in my bag before I wound up here; and honestly, I don't want to rely on this method. I want to use it like a springboard. I keep the spare rounds in a small pouch on my belt for hand-loading, no magazines.
I pick up one of the bullets, slowly inspecting it, its brass casing glinting softly in the midday sun that peers through my window. I'd need to make sure I clean up after. Don't leave behind any casings, and dig the bullet out of the target.
Content with the maintenance, I reassemble the gun, pack my things, and sling it over my shoulder.
Locking my door, I trek for the mountains.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 7 - Return to Form
This was the first time I'd just... gone somewhere on my own since my arrival. Between Ponyville, the Train, and Canterlot, I haven't seen much else of Equestria. Even my initial romp through the Everfree was a lighter one, skirting most of the dangerous areas by a wide margin. But this...
A long, slow breath takes fresh, crisp air into my lungs. The Everfree was a little more stressful, so it didn't quite click... but this. I always had a soft spot for roaming on my own. My Hunting trips were my comfort back home, and it'd been close to half a year since. This was as close as I was gonna get to one here.
Maybe fishing would be more socially acceptable here. I could settle for that. I'd have to ask Twilight about fishing law. Maybe Dash or AJ know some local areas... or maybe Sunbutt knows a good river or two. I'll ask in my next letter once I'm sure fishing won't plummet my social credit score.
I'd left a note on my door saying I'd be gone for a couple of days. Mostly so Dinky or the crusading trio didn't sit outside wondering where I was, since I didn't get other visitors. Didn't foresee myself being gone too long, the Mountains didn't look very far, as long as I kept a good pace.
The first day was full day of just straight trekking, with a hint of hiking. Skirting the Everfree, I mostly stuck to the road as it cut into plains, before I figured a good direction towards the mountains and broke off the path. Waist high Tallgrass kept me company, reminding me to check myself for ticks when I settled for the night. With how similar Equestria was to Earth, it was always a guess of whether or not they actually had the same thing, some comical variant with a horse pun, or just didn't have it at all. But out here, it was just me and my thoughts; clear blue skys, minimal clouds, and a soft breeze. Or it was, for a bit.
I could hear the flapping of wings approaching from higher up, my head tilting to try and pin the sound. A familiar rainbow-colored blue Pegasus came skirting around me, hovering at about head level as I pause. Not the company I was expecting.
"Hey, uh--Anon." Dash greeted me quickly, though it wasn't her usual tone.
"Hey. What's up?" I return, waiting expectantly. She was glancing around a lot, like she was worried.
"Oh, uh, nothing. Absolutely nothing, just uh... checking on you, since you know, you're... walking." She rambles.
"Yeah, I tend to do that." My eyebrow raises. She hasn't stuttered this bad since she first saw my leg.
"Y-yeah! Yeah, you do. Uh... since you've been, you know, walking... here, this way... you haven't seen Scootaloo have you?" Dash asks, flapping closer.
"Scoots? Uh..." I trail off. "Not since she last swung by with Apple Bloom for those figures of you she wanted. Why?"
"Figures of me? Oh. Ha! Wait, uh... no, nevermind. Thanks Anon!" Dash shouts, before rocketing back off into the sky.
"...Yeah." I mumble, staring after the trail she leaves. Weird, but, weird happened weekly. Must've gotten in trouble or something. Ever since Twilight let me know the Elements tended to have most problems covered around Ponyville, I stopped offering to help. If they needed it they'd ask.
Shrugging to readjust my pack, I resume my cut through the plains. Probably just a story I'll hear about when I get back. Those Fillies had apparently gotten up to some serious mischief before, and were probably at it again.
Eventually, as Evening starts to near, the steep inclines as plains begin to turn to hills. I settle against the side of a steep curve, using a rogue tree as cover for the night, nestling my tent against it.
The smokey trails from my campfire fill my nostrils, and I'm in a damn good mood. I feel like I belong out here.
Soon, I settle for the night.
The Humvee rolls around the ill-kept road, sun glaring down, the gunners legs between me and the other soldier in the backseat. Driver and shotgun are shooting the shit; something about who they'd let their sisters date in the barracks.
I'm jostling around in the back seat, service rifle strapped to my chest as I glare out the window, watching homes and faces flit by. It's hard to focus on anything outside the window. Faces are fuzzy, details are hard to grasp. Inside, though, everything is crystal clear. Especially with how fucking sweaty it is.
"...Thou always has the oddest dreams." I hear whispered beside me. I blink, using a hand to adjust my helmet as I follow the sound. Past my gunners legs, amusingly geared in a somewhat surprisingly accurate depiction of my uniform, instead of my fellow backseat buddy, is the Princess of the Moon. Her horn sticks out of a hole in the front of the helmet, Mane seeping out from the bottom. She's looking over everything with curiosity. Usually, when I see her in person, she's tired... muted. The odd time I see her in my dreams, she's in her element. Which, for my dreams, includes a healthy scoop of nosiness.
"Patrol. Usually pretty standard." I respond, shifting to lean back in my seat.
"...Your dreams remind me of those we used to observe before our banishment. When war was not far off the average Ponies mind, their dreams never drifted far from it." She continues, now peering to look up towards the gunners hatch.
"Didn't take you Ponies for that type. Should share stories one day; bet you've got some good ones." I respond, following her gaze. Ramirez was on the gun. So it was that dream.
"...Perhaps. I could--" Luna starts. The conversation in the front seats died out suddenly, drawing Lunas attention.
"...What is that?" She mutters, squinting forward, between the seats and onto the road ahead, as it became unusually crisp. Couple dozen feet ahead, middle of the road, a kid in rags. Holding something in a paper bag.
Luna watches as I pat Ramirez's legs, a pang of guilt in my throat as I flick my gun off of safety. The Humvee swerves, driver shouting, before the explosion rocks the car off its axis, tumbling and rolling as it hits the side of the road.
I blink awake, heart pounding, patting my chest for my rifle. When my hands find the strap to my hunting rifle, not my service rifle, a long breath escapes me. Paced breathing helps slow the heartbeat.
I'd probably hear from Luna about that in my next letter with Tia. With a groan, I push myself out of my tent, starting to pack up and prep for the days trek.
Soon, the hills start to give way to mountains and cliff faces. Ponyville was far, far in the distance now. With camp broken, I continued higher, and further. I was holding up pretty well, for being a few months off my game. Only needed the odd break every few hours to let my leg breathe.
By the end of the second day, I couldn't see any of Ponyville, nor the forests. I was fully and deeply in the mountains, skirting cliff-faces and loosely following the easiest paths. This is where I would start to search.
I settled for the night beside an indent against the cliff walls. I'd brought some wood with me from below, but it wasn't going to last for very long. Good enough to have a warm meal and get comfortable.
A distant howling perks my ears, but its far. Makes me wonder if it was Wolves, Diamond dogs... or some other odd option.
Sleep doesn't come as easily as it did last night, but I fall asleep all the same.
I'm sat with Tia and Luna, in the royal dining hall. The castle is oddly quiet, no staff or guards. Tia looks tired, but has a small plate of tea, and a little cake in front of her. Luna has her own cup, but doesn't touch it, staring at me. I think this time, she pulled me into her dream? Or is... she making me dream of this? Her magic worked weird.
Tia looks tired. This is promptly proven when she stifles a yawn.
"We are aware, Sister. Anon. I wanted to ask you earlier, but my Sister bade me to wait. So, now I ask you; what was that?" She asks. Oh. Last night. I look to Tia, raising an eyebrow.
"Is she actually here, or...?" I trail off, pointing at Celestia.
"Yes. We can draw multiple dreamers into one dream, though it is not something we do often." Luna informs.
"Your world is strange, Nonny, but it's not as though we do not understand." Tia says softly, flicking a half-lidded, tired gaze my way. "And I was just curious. I don't get to peek into your dreams..." Tia trails off, pouting.
"Sister." Luna chirps.
"You're not missing much. Nothing gossip worthy, anyway." I add.
Tia sighs softly, looking to me again.
"Sister--!" Luna starts, but is cut off by a raised hoof.
"With her unique position on the matter, she cares deeply for those affected by the... more violent things from a time she still remembers. I simply wanted to ask if you're alright... and if you'd like to talk." Celestia continues nonetheless.
Luna is practically fuming, but...
"We did say something about swapping stories, right?" I ask towards Luna. She blinks, settling slightly.
"Yes, we did. Do you..." Luna starts.
"I don't want to keep Tia up, or keep you from your duties... but I wouldn't mind sharing stories now and then over... dream tea, or whatever you want to call this." I relent, looking down. There were like... four different cups on my plate.
Tia smiles.
I stir, rubbing my temples.
Fuck, those Mares had some stories. Made them promise to show me the royal armory next visit. Apparently this place didn't get to sunshine and Harmony without a few roadbumps, and living for a few thousand years meant they had to get their hooves dirty.
I think I'll stop pestering them to let me visit the moon.
Now on the third day, once I'd packed up and started out again, I spent most of it searching. I had a rough idea what they looked like, but it was important that I got the drop on them; not the inverse. I started climbing up and perching on higher points, watching and listening for a while before shifting to another, using my binoculars to try and peep for any caves or mines.
It was a few hours past noon when I finally found what I was looking for.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Spike wasn't lying. Malformed looking things.
Bipedal, like myself, but comically proportioned. Ranging in fur color from blacks to browns, they bore some similarity to the Canine breeds on Earth, facially. Though they dressed like a poor western gang.
Nestled atop a nearby cliff, my bag tucked underneath a few rocks to the side, I laid on my stomach.
Squinting through the scope, my rifle nestled against my shoulder, I laid in the shadowy overhang of a higher cliff, my jacket laid out underneath myself for comfort. The way I had imagined it playing out, it'd be some kind of generic mine shaft, a few weird dog-people standing guard, and gems sitting in baskets or carts.
Funny enough, I wasn't terribly off in my guess, though I hadn't accounted for some aspects of it.
This section of the mountain served like a protective bowl, with the center hollowed out in the style of an open-pit mine, a dilapidated mine track slowly spiraling into its grey stoned center. Most of the carts were empty, but I saw one that had a glint to it... small pile of gems, maybe. It'd have to be sifted out of the rocks. Several of these 'Diamond Dogs' were idling about or patrolling... as I count them off, they earn blunt nicknames, my crosshair hovering over each of them.
Beanpole, tall and thin, holding a club. Weird hat.
There were about 4 of them that I could see from here. Might be another one or two deeper in the pit, but from here, I couldn't see too far inside. There's some distant laughing and shouting; one of them is milling around with a spear. Two of them are sat around some kind of... looks like they're gambling. Hrm. Last one is napping against a rock.
They had a little camp-like setup beside the pit, with some blankets and tents, using some of the rocks, but it didn't look like there was anything valuable in there. If there was anything, it'd be down in the pit. Maybe an ore or gem vein or... something.
I steady my breathing, the cold butt of my rifle poking into my shoulder. I shift, adjusting my scope as the crosshair comes into focus over Beanpoles head, finger resting on the trigger.
The Black-furred, doberman-esque Diamond Dog named Buddy glares down at the lazy creatures, snarling. Three prisoners. A boon! But not. Useless! Can barely dig. Little orange one, tires so quickly, can barely work! Birds; birds strong, sharp claws! But can't find any gems?!
"Bird worthless!" Buddy growls -- slamming an oversized paw into the midsection of the chained Griffon. It throws him against the wall of the pit, chains rattling. The Male Griffon groans on the ground, its chocolate plumage coated in dirt and dust, the chains shackled around its legs, neck and wings keeping it restricted.
A slightly smaller Female Griffon, with streaks of purple Plumage, gasps in worry.
Grant wobbles as he tries to right himself, but the Diamond Dogs foot presses him back to the ground, baring its teeth.
"If you won't..." Buddy's claws flex, raising as the rumble in his throat grows louder. The Male Griffon shies away, squinting.
CRACK
The four flinch at the sudden, loud sound, as it echoes off the walls of the mountain, and the pit.
Buddy glances back and forth, up towards the top of the pit. Lightning? With no clouds? Buddy squints, about to shout up to Barley, the tall Diamond Dog.
"BARLEY! WHY NOISE? WHAT--"
Barley slumps, folding over the lip of the pit before plummeting inside, crunching on the stone below. Buddy's eyes widen. He can hear confused muttering from the top of the pit, as the other Dogs rouse from their distractions. The prisoners eyes widen at the slumped body, the Female Griffon covering the orange fillies eyes.
CRACK
It happens again, the flash of sound bouncing as it drones. The Dogs up top are shouting now, and Buddy can hear the table they'd been gambling on get toppled over. From here, he can't see anything else. He glances back and forth along the top of the pit, starting to shy away--
CRACK
Monty stumbles into view, dropping on the edge of the pit, arm dangling over the side. A crimson smear slowly runs down from his body, dribbling down the side. Buddy's heart is thundering in his chest. Forget the prisoners--some creature was attacking. From the Everfree? From deeper below? This was neutral territory, they should have dibs! They should--
CRACK
A final crack -- and a final thud.
The worrying noises up top are silent. No movement. No shouts, no yips, yelps or yaps.
Buddy's legs are shaking.
There's a shifting sound, footsteps approaching.
His eyes widen as a glint appears at the lip of the pit.
Sliding down the edge of the cliff, bag back on my back, I pocket the spent shells. I move cautiously, quietly, keeping an ear open. Their panic worked in my favor. Beanpole was easy. Stubby, still no idea what was happening. Chunky and Drools didn't know what they were hiding from, trying to duck behind tables or rocks -- the echo in this bowl threw them off. Moment they stopped moving, lining it up was simple.
The Pit was quiet... but I could still hear something. One more, I think. I'm not going to let overconfidence turn this around -- Could be a dozen more down there for all I know, or they could chuck a rock like nobodies fucking business. Only takes one lucky throw, and I liked my head without a big fucking dent in it.
I lay down, crawling against the ground to reach the holes edge as I peer the rifle down.
Four more?
No, that's... they had those three in chains. Right. Slavers. That'll complicate keeping this quiet, but...
My eyes flicker over the prisoners. Two Griffons, I think, braced in chains. A third, a filly, hiding behind one of the Griffons--
Hang on, I know that one. That's one of the crusaders.
That's fucking Scoots.
My crosshair falls over the last dog, and I rack the bolt.
One more.
"W-WAIT!" It shouts, throwing its arms up.
I don't.
CRACK
Grant flinches as the Dog that had been tormenting them shouts in fear--before dropping backwards against the cold stone of the pit floor. His ears are ringing from the sound, vision blurry from the beating. But he has to stand. A claw scrapes the ground, pushing himself to his feet. It hurts--but he can't let this thing hurt his sister.
He blinks hard, trying to focus. The thing -- it's skinnier and smaller than the Dogs, but it walks like them, sliding down the slope that leads to the bottom of the pit. It's holding some weird stick. Grant tries to widen his stance, watching as it approaches. If it could take out the Dog from that far, why would it--
The orange filly practically leaps into its arm, and it kneels to meet her, albeit awkwardly, holding her tight.
"MISTER MUSS!" Scootaloo practically screams in my face. I squint. Forgot the vocals this one had on her.
"Hey, Scoots. You alright? Did they hurt you?" I ask, setting my rifle down.
"WHAT?" She shouts again. Right. Ringing ears. I close her mouth with a hand, before my ears join hers, and I use it as a moment to look her over; apparently they lacked proper chains for her size, and had just thrown one on around her barrel. Otherwise, no injuries or problems. Good. I set her down, looking to the others.
Two Griffons, watching me wearily. They look like they've been here longer than Scoot has, for sure. They're covered in dirt, and look oddly skinny.
I sling my rifle back over my shoulder, glancing between the two of them. The larger one is trying to puff up, but I can see he's taken a good beating. He groans, eventually sinking to the ground -- the other Griffon looking to him with worry.
Glancing around, I pat down the deceased Dog... yeah, Keys. Plucking them from its pocket, I step towards the smaller Griffon. She stares up at me with wide eyes, trying to fluff up her own plumage -- until she sees Scoots trotting alongside me. Her feathers fall, looking at me with confusion.
"HE'S--" She blinks. Ringing must've stopped. "Sorry. He's Mister Muss! He's a friend!"
The Griffon looks up to me as I dangle the keys. She turns slightly, exposing her torso--looks like the main cuff they put on Scoots, with a keyhole on the side. I kneel down, flicking through keys and testing them until there's' a click, the manacles sliding off her.
The moment she's free, she darts to the other Griffons side, holding him close. She glances to me expectantly, and I follow.
After a few moments, we've gotten the chains off of everybody. Scoots is faring pretty good. I'm trying to not let her look at the bodies, but... situations a little busy. I'm probably in for some questions on the way back.
The Griffons are Grant, and Dina. Chocolate one is Grant, Purple one is Dina. They're Griffon Traders that got caught about a week ago, had their supply taken, and got put to work by a breakaway sect of Diamond Dogs that split off from a larger group. Lucky me I didn't run into those.
Grant had been eating most of the punishments for the pair, so he was a lot worse off. Both were hungry -- I gave Scoots some of what I had brought with me. And after a... private conversation away from Scoots ears, I set about getting the Griffons something to eat. For them, I had five sources to pull from. Turns out their diet is more carnivorous than mine, and they had an even more liberal approach to what they were willing to eat. Don't know if I could do it, but the weird urgency of the situation, and the fact I already needed to make sure I wasn't leaving any spent bullets behind... carving a few strips wasn't the worst thing.
They kept Scoots distracted while I worked. I pocketed the spent shells, and had a reasonable wrapping of meat. I might get along better with Griffons then I thought; though I wouldn't be eating any of this, myself.
And, for the trouble... well, I hoped it would translate well. I spent some time digging through the Pit, with directions from Dina, I was able to fill my pack with a variety of gems, near-full. Hopefully, that should cover things, and let me start on repaying the loan Sunbutt swung my way. Help make everyone's unfortunate stay here turn out a little better.
The trek back wasn't easy. Grant had a lot of trouble walking, so I set up a makeshift sled for him. Tied my jacket to my rifle, put him on it, and dragged him. It worked a lot better when we got to the plains. Pack was full of gems, but Dina offered to help carry it since I was dragging Grant.
Scoots explained how she ended up in the Dogs clutches. Something about a fight with Dash, leading to Scoots trying to prove herself by getting to the top of the mountains. I respect the kids gumption, and gave her a soft scolding -- I'm sure she was in for worse when we got back, so I kept it light. Kid already knew she messed up, so she didn't need me ripping into her about it. She's been sticking pretty close to me, since. She asked the obvious questions, of course. Rather than try to guide a kid into lying, I just played it overtly blunt. Told her I had some 'Human stuff that let me beat them up real good from far away'. She bought it. The look from Dina told she, however, didn't. I think Griffonia might be more warfare oriented than Equestria; they didn't mind what I did, but I knew the Ponies I knew would freak.
Good to know moving to Griffonia was always an option if I biffed things up too badly here.
With Grant mostly out of it, I spent the rest of the journey talking to Dina. They worked for a larger Merchants guild that dealt in trading exotic goods for places that couldn't often get them. For them, that meant transporting goods most Ponies didn't want. That included meat. As a thanks, she said that she'd try to put in a good word to get Ponyville as a destination on their route. When I asked why the Guild hadn't showed the save them, she told me how the journey often took multiple weeks; so it'd take that long for someone to notice they were gone. Scary stuff.
When we finally got back to Ponyville, I made sure to escort the trio to the Clinic. Scoots, just in case. I covered their fees with some of the gems, despite Dina protesting. If they could swing actual meat around here sometime, it'd be more than worth it.
Nurse Redheart looked like she wanted to talk to me about my last visit, but she had her hands full with the Griffons.
Dash swung by real quick once word got around. She actually hugged me for helping Scoots. Still no idea if they're related, or if that filly just idolizes her. I went to leave, but noticed that Scoots looked... lonely. I talked to her about it. Apparently, her parents are explorers. Who don't visit particularly often. When I asked who she stays with... the kid started listing off a few of the different families that she rotates with, apparently having made some kind of deal with her parents, since they're never around.
Jesus Christ.
I told her she could stay at my place anytime she needed to, which had her positively beaming. The crusaders and Dinky already came over like every other day. Plus, I felt... awkwardly responsible. If I hadn't pulled my little Dog-Hunting stunt, I'm sure she would've been rescued just fine by the Elements, eventually. But exposing a kid to that kind of stuff... well, I'd have to see how it played out. She still had a few checkups with Redheart, so I headed home.
Heading up the hill, I caught Derpy trying to squeeze back out of my window--startling slightly as she caught sight of me, her wriggling put on pause. I stopped about a foot from her, the height of my window bringing us face-to-face, looking (or at least trying to) into her golden eyes. My little romp had me feeling bold.
"Hey, Derpy. You wanna get something to eat this Sunday?"
Last Stop on the Mail Route
I'm laid across my couch, staring at the ceiling. The quiet whisper of a nightly wind is muffled past my window, the blanket I'd grabbed awkwardly half-covering me, half not.
Derpy said yes, once she stopped stammering and we got her out of the window. Sunday was in two days; we were gonna meet at her place, and head somewhere for Lunch; me, her, and Dinky. Didn't mind that at all. That was good. Had me smiling.
Scoots was fine; makes me wonder what those kids see on a regular basis living here. Likes to stick closer to me, now. I'm already expecting to have her knock on my door as much as Dinky does, once she's been cleared from the Clinic -- Grant, the male Griffon, wasn't so lucky and was staying there for a bit. RedHeart said he needed some minor, non-invasive surgery to his wings. Otherwise, he'd be alright. That was also good. Dina didn't have a place to stay, and had no Bits, so I let her stay at my place. She'd been helping me figure how much the gems I picked up were worth. Considering what she and her brother just went through, I let her take my bed. She was iffy about it first, but appreciative. I can hear her snoring from my room. I don't mind that. It sounded like chirping, almost. She probably hasn't gotten good sleep since her and her brother got grabbed. That's good too.
I rub my temples, the tiredness demanding I close my eyes. I can't yet, though. My brain is abuzz, my thoughts short and rapid-fire.
Was I fucking stupid?
I couldn't find a job. My solution? Go and hunt fucking slavers? Did I even look that hard, for actual work, before I decided that?
I groan, rubbing my eyes. It took until I had time to wind down and eat something from my fridge for it all to come crawling up.
I was still dicey on the... Sapient Dog meat thing. I tried to justify it. Didnt touch any myself, but... I didn't bring enough food to feed four people, and already had to eat light just to make sure Scoots had something to eat from what I'd brought. We had several days of travel, moving slow because of Grant. It clearly wasn't their first choice, but Dina made the call. And I rolled with it. It was weird, but... the smell of cooked flesh is the same here as home.
Dina kept looking at my teeth, especially when I said I didn't want any. Hard to hide them, with my cheek being split, but she spared me any questions. My assumption, she's wondering why I'm is hanging out with Ponies and turning down meat.
I already had to dig through the Dogs skulls to get the bullets. I didn't want to leave any physical trace. Yet, I had three witnesses. Did I even still need to do that? I think to the fifth Dog. I already knew it could speak. It tried to surrender. But it also had three living creatures in chains, clearly beating on one of them.
I suppose I shouldn't leave anything laying around for anybody. I don't think Dina was even really bothered by what I did, and Grant was way too out of it. Judging by the claws and sharp beaks, they were a lot more meat-orientated than the Ponies.
But if I didn't pull that dumb shit, who knows how much longer they'd have been in that pit. With Scoots being there, it might not have been much longer... Dash probably would have found them. Right?
But Grant was in really rough shape. He might not have made it. But does that justify some vigilante man-dog-hunter shit? Or am I trying to lean on that to excuse it?
And finally, the reason I couldn't fall asleep. I hold my hands over my face. My trigger-finger is twitching. My mind keeps floating back to that mine pit. It keeps replaying in my head.
What if I dreamed about it?
Luna walking in on me dreaming of my old memories, that's one thing. They know my home is more violent than here. But what if I dream about the shit I pulled here? Knowing that I'm romping around with an earth-weapon, killing things because I don't want to accept any more charity. I'm not sure I'm ready for that conversation between her and Tia.
But I saved three 'people' because of it.
I didn't save shit. I took five lives, and exposed my shit plan to three, because I wanted money.
I think what bothered me the most is it was my own choice. It's not like I haven't killed before, but this time, there weren't any orders. There was no excuse. I alone ate the full blame. Five lives.
That meant I had fifteen rounds left. No-- I don't care about how many rounds--
A long groan escapes me as I tilt my head back, digging my palms into my eyes, stewing in the maelstrom of my torn feelings. As I remove them, I find Dina standing a few feet from the couch, looking at me with worried eyes. One of my blankets is still draped over her, dragging behind her.
"...Are you alright?" She asks softly. Compared to the Ponies, Griffons had this noticeable chirp to their voices.
"Yeah. Just, uh... trouble sleeping. I didn't wake you up, did I?" I ask, shifting on the couch to sit up properly. Her eye floats to my leg, face showing some confused concern as her gaze trails to my prosthetic sitting on the table.
"...It surprised me." She says softly, sitting on the floor.
She looks up to my face, tilting her head slightly.
The question confuses me. I lean against the side of my couch, resting my head on my arms.
"Hm. No, I meant here. In a rural town of Ponies. The Cities, like Manehatten and Vanhoover are far more accepting of different species. Why Ponyville?" She continues.
"...I like nature, I guess. Not much of a city guy. Also just kind of... where I ended up, and chose to stick it out. Got a few reasons to stay." I mumble again.
Her head tilts the other way.
"Yeah, somewhat. The Ponies..." I trail off.
"Don't like that kind of thing. I understand. It's why Griffons have a hard time settling in Equestria, especially outside of the cities." Dina informs, leaning her head to meet my gaze. "Prosthetics are not entirely uncommon in Griffonia, you know. As are battle scars."
"I do not know your situation. I do not know about where you came from, or what you've been through. But what I do know, is that my Brother, myself -- and that little orange one are alive because of you. No matter what any of them say --thank you." Dina says, before standing on her hind legs--and I find myself pulled into a hug. She'd used my shower, giving her feathers a surprising softness as her claws wrap around me, resting her head on top of mine. I could faintly smell my own soap on her.
She lets go after a few moments, claws clacking on my wooden floor as she returns to my room to sleep, wishing me goodnight. I sprawl on my back, staring at the ceiling. My breathing steadies, and my mind is more at rest, at least partially reassured. I suppose that gave me the courage to face the consequences of what I chose to do, whenever they come. Or I could run away to Griffonia. Wonder if Derpy was down to move.
Shit, man, Griffons were soft.
Looking through my wardrobe, my eyes fall on the suit Rarity made for me. Might be a bit much. Save it for when you take her up to Canterlot, or something.
Bold assumption of me that I'd get that far. But, fuck it, I'll let myself hold that confidence.
Last night held no dreams. I wasn't sure if that was a relief, or just adding to the feeling of delaying the inevitable. Jury was still out.
"What kind of clothes does your mom like?" I shout from my room. I hear the rapid trotting of little hooves scurrying from my living room, as Dinky slides into view, stood in my bedroom doorway.
News that I was back circled around pretty quickly, thanks to everything I had in tow. This morning, Dina went to visit Grant at the Clinic; when she got back, she found my house filled with a variety of small, multi-colored Fillies. She looked confused, but I just shrugged about it. Something about one of their recent plans for a cutie-mark put their treehouse out of commission for a bit. I was starting to think I aimed too small and too cozy for a house; didn't expect this much company.
Scoots cheeky behavior was apparently enforced by the lack of a strict parental structure, so she got off from the whole deal with just a scolding by Redheart. Apple Bloom and Bell came over, wanting to hear what happened straight from Scoot. Dinky showed up, too -- my little insider more then happy to help me figure out how not to mess up this date.
Dina sat on the couch, chiming in now and then to Scoots story, and guiding it away from the messier parts. The Fillies were fascinated with a chance for a close-up look at a Griffon. I appreciated that.
Dinky stares up at me, lips pursing in thought as she taps her chin with a hoof.
"Hey, that's all I need to hear. Thanks Dinkster." I nod, and Dinky smiles, before prancing off to the living room again.
Shit, a dress?
I flip back to the suit. Remove the coat... its a dress shirt and trouser combo. Roll the sleeves, boom. Classy casual.
My musings of whether or not Mares might like forearms are interrupted as Dina comes into view, heading into my kitchen. She glances over, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah. Going to lunch with Dink and her mom." I affirm, holding up the dress shirt. Rarity did good work. Like, really good work. This shit was soft to the touch.
"...Are none of them yours?" Dina asks, nodding to the living room currently filled with chattering fillies.
"Nope, I'm just crushing on Dinksters mom. And where one goes, the rest go. That, and they like to bug me for little wooden figures. I whittle." I explain, looking over the trousers. She even included a belt. Slick.
"Ah. I saw some of those. The orange one has several of the same, and you've a few different ones on the windowsill. An odd talent." She continues, starting to mix herself a coffee. "Want one?"
"Absolutely. Yeah, uh... keeps me busy." I nod, setting the clothes to hang again.
Apple Bloom and Bell come sliding into view, stomping to a stop.
"He dragged him, it's different." Bell retorts, glancing up to me.
"...No, totally carried him. Big strong muscles and all that." I snort. Dina rolls her eyes.
Apple Blooms eyes widen, and she runs in place, sliding on the floor before taking off back into the living room. "Y' think he could take on m' brother Mac?!" She shouts, Bell glancing between me and Dina. I give her a wink. Bell shakes her head, trotting after Bloom.
Dina looks to me, a soft expression on her face.
I lean on the doorframe to my room, crossing my arms. I watch the little squad of fillies play; for a moment, I've reminded of home, watching my sisters bicker and argue.
There's a knock at the door. Trudging past the squabbling fillies, I open it.
Twilight, AppleJack and Dash are stood on my porch, holding weary expressions. They're taken slightly aback by just how packed my house is at the moment, AppleJack squinting at Apple Bloom like she just caught her sister doing something she wasn't supposed to, Apple Bloom frozen with an 'Oops' expression.
Twilight clears her throat.
I step aside, motioning for them to enter. I need a bigger house.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Myself, Twilight, Dash and AppleJack sat around the Kitchen table. Dina was keeping an eye on the Fillies for me, but I could see her glancing over from the couch several times, watching the trio with some suspicion.
I've got the coffee Dina made for me in my hands, sipping it quietly. Dash looks... like she hasn't slept a wink since she talked to me in the plains, about.. five days ago? I've never seen her look so frazzled. Really torn up about something.
AppleJack is trying to put on a strong face, but keeps glancing at the Fillies -- and Dina, before glancing at Dash.
Twilight is staring at me, mulling something over. I recognize that look. It's usually followed by a long-winded tirade, and I had a pretty good guess about what.
"I..." Twilight starts, but trails off. A silence follows. Alright, not quite what I expected. Let's try to lead with a guess.
"...You want to be upset with me for what I did, but you're having trouble because of how it played out." I loosely field, gauging their reactions. Nothing from Dash, but AppleJack and Twilight share a glance. Think I got it.
Twilight looks to me, nodding.
"Leave it to the Elements, that kind of a thing?" I continue.
"I...I'm sorry, Anon. We--" She starts, but I cut her off with a raised hand.
"Don't be. I'm sure if I wasn't there, you guys would've gotten to them. Sorry for butting in, honestly." I state.
Twilight shakes her head.
AppleJack speaks up.
I don't say anything, waiting. I could tell this wasn't your typical scolding. Dash looks like she's about to break down.
"...But, you're not a Pony. You ain't like us. You ain't... held t' what we are, an' you did it t' help. Not t' mention th' situation. Can't fault you for that, specially when... we fumbled it on our end." She continues. Not how I was expecting it to pan out.
"...Dash didn't tell you about Scoot, did she?" I ask softly. Dash recoils further, lip quivering.
AppleJack sighs, but Twilight speaks up.
Applejack nods. "So she tried handlin' it herself, while helpin' us with the Hydra." She says -- there's a little bit of a sting added to that.
"So she tried to find Scoot herself, couldn't, and ran herself ragged while trying, and dealing with... a Hydra? Eesh." I finish. The awkward tension is palpable.
I'm starting to realize this is less of a confrontation, and more like they were looking to me for some kind of answer, or some kind of discussion. Dash was beating herself up terribly about it, and both Twilight and AppleJack had some strong feelings about what they'd heard happen.
"How did the others take it?" I ask.
Twilight sighs.
"She ain't heard about it yet, but I don't think Rarity is gonna lose any sleep thinkin' 'bout it. She's had run ins with th' Diamond Dogs 'fore." AppleJack adds.
Right. So the only ones who took issue with it -- that probably didn't outright despise me now, sorry Flutters -- were sat in front of me, looking for closure. I lean back in my chair, setting the coffee down.
"I didn't do it to save anybody. I had no idea anybody was there, least of all Scoots. It was a selfish choice, that ended up helping someone out of pure chance. If you want to be upset with me for what I did, then be upset with me. That's more than fair." I start speaking, surprisingly feeling more solid about my stance on it then last night. Maybe Dina's talk helped more than I thought.
Twilight and AppleJack share a glance, but I turn to face Dash, first.
Surprisingly, Dash speaks up.
"I'm not gonna be upset when I do something that upsets you all, and it's met with conversation. Where I'm from, I'd expect... a crowd, torches, and a noose." I joke, though the morbid tone doesn't quite carry. Twilight and AppleJack share another worried look.
"I thought you... didn't trust me." She whispers, looking towards Scoot. Oh. She thought I knew where Scoot was when we talked and refused to tell her -- that I have the kid over because I don't trust her with her.
I snort, getting a few confused looks. I push myself out of the chair, step over to Dash, and return the hug she gave me yesterday. She sniffles in surprise, glancing at me with confusion.
"Scoots here because she likes to bug me to carve little figures of you, and the rest of her friends follow. If you're this worried about her, clearly she's got a good role model. She's fine, now. Don't tear yourself up about it. I dunno... take her for ice cream or something. Kid adores the shit out of you." I say softly, patting her back. I move to let her go, but she's gripping my shirt, crying softly. Cold, cocky, confident exterior-- big softy on the inside.
I glance to Twilight and AppleJack. Jack seems relieved, letting out a built-up sigh. Twilight is staring at me.
"Sounds like a conversation you should have with your Teacher, Buttspark. She and I aren't that different." I return, finally released from Dashes grasp. She sniffles rubbing her face with a Hoof--already looking a little more like her usual confident self.
Twilight looks like she wants to protest, but frowns slightly, looking at the table. She was probably about to list every physical difference between me and Tia.
Dash nudges me with a hoof, getting in first.
"Can I see it?" Twilight asks firmly, glancing up. I know what she's alluding to. My rifle.
"No." I state, just as firm.
"Y-you can't just--" She starts to argue.
"I can. And I won't. Talk to your Teacher, Twi. She'll have the insight you're craving right now." I bluntly stop her. At this point, keeping it under wraps was a long forgotten idea... but, since excommunication didn't seem to be their first choice, the morally dubious nature of the situation meant that talking it out might be the best way. Staying silent about the whole thing kinda died out the moment I got prisoners, and not just gems from the trip.
I had a feeling my next letter with Tia was going to be a loaded one.
Twilight is stewing, muttering to herself under her breath. I don't think the Ponies around here deal with such... grey topics often. I get the feeling most of their problems lean towards black and white.
"Twi... go write that letter t' th' Princess. I wanna talk with Anon." AppleJack whispers, snapping Twilight out of it. She nods, hopping down off the chair, slowly heading outside, clearly deep in her own thoughts.
I look to the last Mare still with me at the table. She stares at me. I wait.
"...Are y' gonna use it 'gain?" She asks quietly.
"That's like asking if the Princess will turn things to stone, or if you'll use the Elements on something, Jack. If I have to, I will, but it doesn't mean I want to." I explain, keeping eye contact.
"...Then what happened this time? Why?" She follows up.
I glance away, sighing. I didn't have a good answer for that one.
I feel a hoof softly press against my hand. I look back to AppleJack.
"...Just... Buck, I dunno, Anon. I wanna chew y' out, but I know you've been through things most folk in this town probably can't even think of. I know things ain't as simple as we'd like 'em to be." She glances towards the couch, locking her eyes on Apple Bloom. I know she's thinking about what she'd do, if it was Bloom in that pit instead.
I hold her hoof. This is why I've always been fond of AppleJack. Salt of the earth, keeping the other Mares grounded.
She nods, pulling back and sinking into the chair.
"I don't mind it. Honestly, she's the most well behaved--no, actually, that's Bell. Second best behaved." I joke, sighing and sipping my coffee.
AppleJack chuckles weakly, sliding off the chair.
I nod, watching her trot for the door.
"Apple Bloom -- lets git, you've got chores!" AppleJack calls, and Bloom groans loudly.
Not long after, Dash and Scootaloo head out, apparently taken with that Ice-cream idea. Dash looked a lot better.
Bell glanced outside, noting that it was about noon. She squeaked out a swear (made me promise I wouldn't tell) and bolted back home for lunch.
Myself, Dina and Dink were all that's left. All that's left. Funny, it used to be just me, now my tiny house felt empty without being jam-packed.
Dink toys with one of the figures I'd been working on, pretending to be a judge and loudly critiques my work. A little caricature of Sunbutt, scaled to match the name. Dink still hasn't asked for one, yet.
Dina is poking into some of the books I'd yet to return to Twilight, while I start working on Lunch, rifling through what I've got left in the fridge. Not much. I lean against the counter, arms crossed as I call to Dinky.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 11 - Out for Dunch
It's early Sunday, and I'm supposed to meet Derpy outside her place in a few hours.
Shit, man. I was kind of nervous.
This wasn't a date, really, so I shouldn't be. I liked Derpy. I liked her kid. We were gonna get lunch at a nice little restaurant. It's not like we were making a day of it and going to Canterlot or something...
Though we could go to the park after.
But Dinky talking about Derpy getting out her old dress... shit, was I wearing too much? Not enough? Too casual? I had the trousers, the dress shoes, the dress shirt... right, roll the sleeves.
I keep turning around in my bathroom, trying to get a better look of myself in the mirror. Checking my hair, checking my shave. You'd think shaving with my fucked-up face was difficult, but my cheek was ripped, not burnt -- lucky me, in a sense. Means if I wanted to, I could keep a moustache or a beard without it looking too patchy.
Dina is listening to me work myself into a worry from the warm confines of my bed, having gotten more used to the odd living arrangement. She blinks a few times as I step back into view, pausing in the doorway.
"...For 'Not a Date', you sure worry about making a good impression on your Mare." Dina muses, stifling a yawn as she rests her head in her clawed hands, tail hanging and flicking off the edge of the bed. She'd been listening to me stress myself out for the last fifteen minutes. "Where are you going again?"
I tsk, trying to figure how many buttons I should keep open. I've got nice collarbones, sure, but I don't want to come off too strong. Two buttons has a nice V, but comes off a little slutty. No way I'm going all the way up. One button? Yeah, one button.
Dina coughs loudly, getting my attention.
"Oh, uh -- There's this nice Cafe I've passed by a few times." I offer.
"Is it that 'Cafe Hay' place I pass by to get to the Clinic?" Dina asks.
"No, not that one. No way I'm sitting on a chair made of hay with this outfit. I'm not some... Cowboy trying to get with Applejack or something." I snort.
"That's the orange Pony that was here, right?" Dina questions, tapping her beak with a claw. She's starting to stretch, likely to get up for the day.
"Yeah. AppleJack, blue one is Rainbow Dash, purple one is Twilight. Thanks for keeping an eye on the Fillies while they were here, by the way." I explain.
"Sure, you had your claws full. Which Cafe is it, then?" She hums, slipping off the bed, tossing my blankets back onto it as she begins to make it.
"Uh... honestly, I have no idea what the name is. Everyone just seems to refer to it as the Cafe with the purple milkshake sign. Even Derpy knew exactly which one I was talking about. They've got actual tables, though, so that'll be nice." I huff. Ponyville was deceptively big, but since competition wasn't really a thing, most stores having a fairly hefty monopoly, names weren't always a given. The bookstore. The bowling alley. So on.
"How's Grant doing?" I turn, finally content with my outfit. For a few minutes, until i worried about it again.
"Better. He's in recovery, should be good to leave in a day or two. Won't be able to fly for about a few weeks, so we'll probably have to take the long way back to Griffonia." She muses, claws clacking on the wooden floor as she slowly trudges into the bathroom beside me. "You done in here?"
"Shit, yeah. All yours". I mutter, stepping out. Well, about as done as I could be without stressing for another hour. A quick nod, and the door shuts behind me.
I blow a raspberry, glancing around my quiet house, the muffled sound of the shower tapering on quietly.
Time for a coffee.
Haven't felt this way since I was in shit... what, Highschool? Got tingles in my stomach, and I don't think it's the coffee.
Dina'd left to go for her daily check-in on Grant, wishing me luck with my date-not-a-date. Apparently Griffon mating rituals aren't as simple as Ponies. From her explanation, it sounded like the birds back home, with funny dances and offerings.
I've got a few good bits on me, now. After swinging by the bank, turns out what Spike meant was Gems are pretty interchangeable with bits. Not worth quite as much as I was hoping, but most gems went for some small variance of bits, and were accepted as a currency by the Equestrian banks. Though, not every store would just accept gems. So, bits it was. They fit better in my pocket anyway.
Left most of them at home, tucked under the floorboards with my rifle. Had enough to last me a couple months, but it didn't really launch me as far as I was hoping. Honestly, I'm just glad it didn't pan out any worse than it did; still going to need to lock down some kind of actual job if I wanted to pay back that loan. Tia had been pretty generous about getting it back, but I wasn't cool with letting a debt like that simmer. I'd think about that later, though. Still have to see how my 'little' stunt in the mountains impacted my availability on the job market.
The stares from the locals were about the usual amount, but they seemed a little more... polarized. While I don't think what I was doing up in the Mountains was fully circling beyond Twilights group and the Crusaders just yet, it was hardly a secret that there was a Griffon coming to and from my house daily. Well, whatever. Bite me.
Trying to remain the gentleman, I'd purchased a small bouquet of flowers for Derpy. I had... no idea what she liked. The topic had never come up with Dinky, so I had no insider information this time. Flying blind. I originally leaned on the idea of roses, but that might come off as too romantic. And that was like, one of two flowers I knew about.
Ended up settling for Daisies. Fingers crossed.
We agreed that rather than meeting at the Cafe, we'd meet at her place first so we can walk over together. Dinky was adamant we spend as much time together as possible. Cheeky thing, but it was good to know I had a wingman.
And here it is. Derpy's place.
Its close to the middle of Ponyville, more on the south side towards the train station. It's a cute place, bigger than mine. Two story, though doesn't look huge on the floorspace. It's also pretty clearly Derpy's, because everything looks like its been touched up from a bump, knock, crash or trip. The fence isn't quite straight, there's some tiles not quite angled right on the roof... a fixer-uppers dream.
I realize I've been just standing in front of her door, staring at her house and holding flowers. Right. Gotta knock.
Moment my fist is near the door, I hear a rampant scuttling of little hooves inside. Dinky probably spotted me from a window --
The door flies open, revealing a recently-brushed Dinky staring up at me.
Yep.
"Hey Dinkster, ready to go?" I ask, glancing up at the weather. A habit, I keep forgetting that Pegasi knock clouds around and provide a schedule for the week. There goes one now, wrangling a rogue cloud. Looks like the day is staying sunny.
"Nope! Come in!" She says, trotting out of the way. I shrug, ducking my head and stepping inside.
The inside of the house is about as cozy as the outside; clean, but clearly lived in. A lot of warmer color tones. Though, a little light on decorations. Mostly just the essentials. Couch, table, shelves; I can see the kitchen further inside, stairs that lead up... and a few patched holes in the walls, evident by the discoloration of paint. She might be clumsy, but she sure tried her best to fix up every bump she had. Honestly, I was willing to bet Derpy was probably pretty handy at this point.
I think I'm starting to realize where all the decorations went. Paintings, Vases and such don't sound particularly sturdy.
Dinky shuts the door, happily prancing over, practically radiating excitement as she hops up on the couch.
Setting the flowers on the table, I ease into the couch. It's pony sized, so I don't lean all the way back; otherwise I'd probably flip overtop of it. Thankfully Ponies liked high ceilings, so I didn't have to duck all the time. Just doorways.
"Sure, Dinkster. What you up to?" I ask, leaning on my knees. She shows me her collection of drawings, a few... I notice are likely loosely based on whatever story Scoots told her. Well, if Dinky knew, her mom probably knew. And if Derpy knew, and she hadn't cancelled the date...
Oh, that one is me and Derpy hugging. This kids bold.
Oh, that ones us hanging out at my house. Holy shit, she drew Dina looking funny. I've got to show her that later.
"...Dinky, sweetie, have you seen my..." I hear from the stairs. Both Dinky and I turn, looking over the back of the couch.
Derpy is halfway down the steps, before she notices me sitting inside. She freezes stock still, eyes wide. Which, gives me a long moment to look at her. My eyes couldn't leave her.
Shit, man. She was gorgeous.
She's got this almost satin-like, sleek, dark-grey dress that's a fair few shades darker than her fur, complimenting her natural color scheme. It's slit at the end, so while it covers her torso and stomach, it opens to drape down only one side of her flank. It really accentuates it, actually; for a Pegasus, she's surprisingly bottom heavy. The back has this open back-slit that leaves a gap for her wings to fit through, and reveals part of her shoulders. On her hooves, she's wearing these... 'horse' shoes, I guess -- kind of similar to what Celestia wears, but not as tall, but rounded, and in black. Definitely not metal, either. Some kind of pony shoes?
Oh, man. She's got eyeliner on and everything, matching the hoofwear. Her hair isn't styled very different, but I can see the volume and shine she worked into it, giving it a lot more bounce and presence than usual. Who knows how long she spent on herself. Kind of glad to know I wasn't the only one stressing this morning.
"Derpy, youre..." I trail off, unable to find the words.
"Pretty , right?!" Dinky prompts, beaming.
"...I was gonna say beautiful ." I mutter.
Apparently, louder than I thought, judging by the rampant blush that streaks across Derpy's face. She glances down, throwing me a half-lidded stare from behind the edges of her mane.
Dinky pops up from behind the couch, holding the little pack of Daisies I'd gotten with her hooves, high above her head.
"For me?"
Derpy leans, giving them a generous smell, smiling.
Then she takes a bite out of them.
... Right. Horse.
Derpy giggles, covering her chewing with a hoof.
Neither of us really speak, for a moment. I'm just stuck staring at her, and she's staring at me.
Dinky rips us from our mutual gaze as she bounds from the couch, looking up to me.
"...One toy of your choice from any store we pass." I quickly blurt.
Dinky looks like I just promised her a thousand puppies, her eyes somehow getting bigger as a long, winding gasp builds in her throat.
Derpy giggles, giving me an appreciative look. Probably just scored points with the Mom -- but at what cost. Dinky is like a ballistic missile that lost its tracking, bounding around the room.
Derpy manages to find what she was looking for, tucked in her closet -- a little worn purse she softly slings over herself, putting a few items inside.
She glances up at me, noticing me staring -- and there's that smile again, looking at me like I made her day.
Shit, man. I was falling hard.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 12 - Cafe Purple Shake
Things were going really good so far.
There were stares, obviously. More than the usual. I guess seeing two of the more notorious members of Ponyville -- the clumsy mailmare and the biped that went through a blender, all dolled up and walking with a bouncing Filly between them, would draw some attention. But any time Derpy noticed someone staring, she'd glance up at me. I'd offer her a smile, and she'd glance down, smiling herself.
Since Derpy lived near the train station, we had to pass near it to get to the Cafe, and it looked like a train had just pulled in. This was confirmed when I saw Twilight in the distance, talking with a Rarity that had just returned from Canterlot. When Twilight noticed me, she tried to wave me down -- I didn't even get a chance to worry, however, as Rarity locked in on exactly what was happening. Her jaw dropping when she saw me, in part of the fancy suit she made for me, and Derpy, in a dress; she practically dragged Twilight back by the tail, preserving our date and chewing Twilight out.
Gotta thank Rarity for that later, she's a real one. Huge on romance. I don't think Derpy or Dinky noticed, but if they did, they didn't say anything.
Derpy and I softly chat about our past week, keeping a friendly small talk. She talks about some of the packages she had to deliver, and some of the stranger faces she's seem come by the Post Office. She even throws a few questions my way, but seems to lean more on an interest about the Griffon living with me, curious to how she was getting along, and how her brother was doing. She'd delivered a letter for them reporting what had happened, though a response wasn't likely coming back anytime soon.
Dinky's eyes practically pop out of her head as we pass a toy store -- she glances to her Mom for approval, to which Derpy nods, and Dinky rockets inside, leaving me and Derpy alone on the street for the moment.
"...Was it scary?" She asks suddenly, still looking at the shops front. I think.
"Was what?" I ask, unsure.
"I don't know what I'd do if Dinky was ever in a situation like that." She answers, slowly turning her gaze to look up at me.
Ah. Right.
But its an expression of... relief? And a smile?
"I heard from Dinky about what you did, for Scootaloo. Thank you for saving her friend." She says softly.
"...I didn't--" I groan, scratching the back of my neck.
"I'm relieved that... I can trust that you would make sure Dinky was safe, if something ever happened. She adores you, and I appreciate that you look after her so well." She continues, cutting me off.
She turns towards me, waving a hoof for me to kneel down.
I oblige, wobbling down to one knee. A look of guilt pangs her face as she remembers my leg, but I shrug it off. "Pants. Everyone forgets. Hell, I do sometimes." I joke, getting a relieved giggle out of Derpy.
She leans a hoof on my good knee, pushing herself up -- and kisses me on the cheek. The injured cheek. She pretty much kisses my teeth.
And I think it was intentional.
She hangs for a second, staring into my face, taking a long breath -- before hopping back down, smiling.
Mentally, its like I just got a reboot. Her lips were fucking soft, and she smelled... really nice.
I can only nod as I push myself to my feet, ducking through the doorway.
I was a little late, in the end. Dinky had locked in on a build-your-own science type kit, with a sizable price tag to match. But, a promise was a promise. And, shit, gotta support a smart Filly.
Didn't hurt too much that I got a kiss out of it, either. My bits bag'll live.
Derpy can't help but giggle as she sees us walk out, Dinky's sizable purchase tucked under my arm. Cafe wasn't too far, so toting it around wouldn't be that bad. Dinky was ecstatic, and as we start walking again, Derpy is humming softly.
I think its the same thing Dinky keeps humming.
For a Sunday Lunch, the place is fairly bustling.
With an indoor and an outdoor section, the Cafe boasts numerous tables with white clothes draped overtop, candles sat in the center of each table; empty tables are unlit, occupied ones are. The large, purple milkshake sign sits hanging off the second floor of the building. Yeah, I don't see a name anywhere. Shake shack it is.
There's a good variety of Ponies here, likely enjoying their off day. Not too many that I actually know, though.
We're about third in line, waiting to be seated. Dinky's excitement is still in full bubbling swing, but a surprisingly stern glance from Derpy has kept her rooted in place, now relegated to bobbing on her hooves.
"We want indoor or patio?" I ask, floating the idea to Derpy.
"...I don't think I'd mind either. I'm just excited to see the menu." She muses, playfully tapping her hoof on her chin.
I don't think Dinky had an opinion. Only thing that Filly cared about was the box to the toy I was carrying for her.
We shuffle forward in line.
"What about you, Anon?" Derpy asks.
"Either is fine, honestly. Weather is nice." I reply, using my height to peer over the others and around the restaurant. Didn't look too busy.
"Maybe outside, so you don't have to duck your head?" Derpy playfully pokes.
"I've actually gotten pretty good about ducking, recently. Haven't needed to use the headache medicine Nurse Redheart gave me in a while." I retort, feigning pride.
"You have that stuff too? Its good, right?" Derpy smiles, opening her purse and showing me -- she had a bottle of the stuff, as well as for a few other things. That Mare kept a stacked medicine cabinet.
I think I see some Painkillers in there, too.
Derpy thinks for a moment...
I stifle a laugh.
Derpy tilts her head, unfamiliar.
"It's like a painkiller, but hits like a train. You feel nothing . When I lost the leg, they had me swimming in the stuff. Felt like I was in a coma for two months. I don't think I actually was, but I barely remember anything until the physical therapy started." I explain.
"Oh, my." Derpy hums, morbidly intrigued. She's about to ask something else, but the group in front of us is shuffled off towards a table inside.
We shuffle forward, now front of the line. We're met with a rather fancy looking Colt sporting a solid mustache (still funny to me how they can grow facial hair), and the front half of a tuxedo, who nods to us as we approach the greeters booth.
I can see a flicker of trepidation when he notices that its Derpy, but, he composes himself. The look he throws me is far more aloof, as if wondering why i was here, before he looks down to Dinky, who smiles so widely at him you'd think she was half piranha.
"...For three?" He finally asks.
A collective nod from the trio of us.
"...Right this way." He quickly notes, gathering up two menus, and what I assume is the kids menu, by the bright colors.
He leads us inside, myself trailing after Derpy, then Dinky.
The place definitely has a fancier ambience, though almost no other Ponies are wearing clothes. Compared to Canterlot, clothing just isn't nearly as popular here. It's primarily accessories, or simple things to put on.
Won't hear me complain about Derpy's dress, though.
Cream walls with a darker wood lower-half, with chandeliers flickering the nice orange glow over the place. I think there's a bar near the back, actually.
We're lead through the restaurant to the back, sat at a corner booth. My original gameplan was to just sit on the floor, but cramming into a booth...
"You, uh... wouldn't happen to have any tables open?" I float the question. Derpy glances up at me, tilting her head as I ask.
"Nope--er, unfortunately not. This is it." He quickly states.
I had a feeling it was more "This is it, for you.", intending to keep us in the corner, out of sight. Whatever.
"...Gotchya. Thanks." I grunt.
He lays the menus out across the booths top, Dinky and Derpy slipping in on the same side.
Its gonna be awkward to cram my legs under there.
... But I could remove one leg from the equation.
The Colt server eyes slowly widen as I sit on the edge of the undersized booth, lift my trouser leg, and begin unscrewing my prosthetic. Words don't seem to find him before I'm done, and I lean my metal leg against my side of the booth, alongside Dinkys toy, before sliding in myself. A little cramped, and I might have a sore back later, but only needing to worry about one leg helped with the leg-room issue. Yeah, I can work with this.
They definitely sat us here so we'd be a lot less visible to most of the diners.
But honestly? Couldn't care less.
This places theme was a wide selection of shakes to tide you over until you got your food. Dinky got a Triple-Chocolate Coco Blast, Derpy got a Blueberry Bash, and I got a Vanilla Shake. (Sue me, Vanilla is the shit.)
We're chatting, smiling and laughing as we wait for our food. Dinky already has half her shake hoovered, while I finally get some answers about some Pony things, taking turns asking questions with Derpy while we wait for the actual meal part of our lunch.
"So, the whole flower eating thing. Is it only when it's given as a gift, or if I have like... a garden, I'm gonna find bites missing out of it from passing Ponies?" I tap the table, confused.
Derpy laughs -- an adorable, bubbly laugh -- before shaking her head.
"... When did you first get into Whittling? Dinky has been telling me about the figures you've been carving, and how you offered her one; I remember seeing a few on your windowsill, from the last time I dropped a package off. Dinky's waiting until she has a really good idea to ask for." Derpy decides on, leaning both hooves on the table.
I huff, amused. This one tickled some memories.
Derpy nods, sighing wistfully.
"Really? Is that your handiwork on your saddlebags, then? I noticed you got them really on there." I ask.
"Yeah, Grandma was a stickler for making sure that once the patch was on, it wasn't going anywhere. Rubbed off on me." She smiles, glancing around the restaurant.
"Alright, I got one." I cut in, Derpy glancing back to me.
She watches me expectantly.
"What's with Ponies and... smell? I don't think my people have nearly as sensitive noses as you do, but I heard from Twilight that smell is a pretty big things to Ponies." I say, poking at my nose.
Derpy purses her lips, glancing to Dinky -- whose cheeks are entirely sucked in as she drains the last of her Shake.
Derpy glances around, in thought.
"Its..."
"Since my eyesight isn't as good as it used to be, I'm actually a little more reliant on smell. Or, my sense of smell is... stronger." She says, quietly.
Then, her gaze slowly flicks up to me. She leans forward, reaching a hoof out and practically stares into me. I lean forward in turn, expecting her to whisper. She lays a hoof overtop of my hand, and whisper she does. Though, I wasn't ready for what.
"...I really like your scent. It's... unique." She mutters quietly.
Whoof. Alright. Roll with it, Muss. You're smooth. You've got this.
"You know, uh... and I'm sorry if this is forward, but I'm just trying to roll with the mood here, but -- I wouldn't mind if you made me smell like you. Dunno how that works, but uh, if that's a, good thing to do. For us. For Ponies. Even though I'm not one. I'd be down for it." I say back, though I start finding trouble finishing the sentence when a brilliant, beet-red blush strikes across Derpy's cheeks, nearly turning her whole face a flush red. Shit, may have swung way too wide --
Before either of us can say anything, the Server Colt coughs loudly, both of us snapping back to sitting properly in our seats, as he lays out the food between us.
Dinky's hooves shoot up in excitement, reaching for her plate with her magic.
Derpy and I cough, letting the meal give the mood time to cool off. Might have come on a little strong, there.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
I've made snacks for Dinky before when she was hanging at my place, but this Filly was packing down Potato Wedges like nobody's fucking business.
I tried to take one as a joke, and she fucking growled at me. Derpy got a good laugh out of that, returning to her own salad. I left the little wedge-goblin alone.
It's times like these, which is basically every time I eat, that I miss meat. I could've slammed a clean BLT or something.
Instead, I've had a big surplus to how much salad I've been eating. The only reason I don't think I'm losing any weight, is because the second thing I'm eating the most of is pasta.
I really need some variety in my diet. At least the Alfredo I got is pretty good. If a little... green.
As we're about halfway through the meal, the server returns for Milkshake refills. I have no idea how these tiny horses don't have a rampant diabetes issue, but I begrudge myself to a cheat day.
Dinky, definitely hopped up on what is likely more sugar than she gets in an entire week, excitedly reaches out for hers. Her magical grasp of her triple-chocolate milkshake is shaky (heh) at best, flinging it towards her side of the table. Derpy tries to intervene, reaching out with her hooves to catch it lest Dinky make a mess.
Unfortunately, that knocks it out of Dinky's magical grasp, and onto my shirt, spilling her chocolately-rich shake down my front. Derpy lets out a small, panicked gasp as her hooves slap to her mouth, Dinky staring with wide eyes, sobered from the sugar-rush. Even the Server freezes, still holding the other two shakes.
"... Might need to get the squirt another, probably smaller shake. Think she's had enough sugar." I joke, palming a few of the napkins, starting to scoop up the mess. Hoo, it was cold -- but, I'm not going to get upset with Derpy when I'm the one trying to... you know, date her. The local clumsy Mailmare. It's just a milkshake. I'd be a bit of an ass if I got angry at her over it.
"...Right." The Server grunts, placing the other two milkshakes down before turning back to the kitchen. "I'll get you some extra napkins."
Derpy's horrified stare continues, watching from behind her hooves. Dinky's lips are pursed, sheepishly tapping her hooves together.
"No biggie." I snort, starting a used-napkin pile. This stuff had cookie crumble in it too? No wonder she was fiending for it.
"...I am so sorry, Anon." Derpy barely squeaks out. I raise an eyebrow, looking up from the mess.
"All good. Shit happens. You get any on you?" I ask, reaching out across the table, offering her a fresh napkin.
She flinches.
"N-no, I'm a-alright." Derpy stutters, still shrunk back.
"...Are you alright, Derpy? It's just a shirt. Really, I don't mind." I ask, pausing my self-cleaning out of a rising concern.
Derpy's gaze flicks to me. She's reading my face, gauging my reaction.
I slowly put my hand halfway across the table, palm up, giving her a soft smile.
Tentatively, she places her hoof in my hand, exhaling as tension releases her body.
"A-Are you sure? I ruined your...because I'm so..." She asks quietly.
"I know what I'm signing up for, Derpy. You know I don't mind; hell, more than half of our interactions came about because you're you . I'm never going to mind that." I reassure, gently squeezing her hoof. "Plus your kid's just too damn cute. You too, actually. I can't stay mad at either of you."
That gets a smile back on Dinky's face, and a deep blush on Derpy's face as she holds my hand tighter.
"...Dinky, can you get Anon some more napkins? The Server is taking a while." Derpy asks quietly. Dinky salutes, slipping past her mom as she darts for the... yeah, she's a smart kid, she'll figure it out. I look at Derpy expectantly -- she's gripping my hand pretty tight now. She speaks up again, her tone different now that we're "Alone" for the moment.
"Anon. What you said earlier... did you mean it?" She asks, staring at me.
"...About the shirt, or before that?" I ask, not quite sure where she was going with this.
"About my scent." Derpy affirms. Oh, shit. That.
"Oh, uh... I mean, yeah? Yeah. Yeah? I might have... said something that came across a little strong, between our... you know, species, but... I like you, yeah. I don't know if there's like... a term, for dating here. Do you guys do... boyfriend-girlfriend stuff?" I ramble -- I wasn't trying to backpedal, but I had the feeling I had said something a lot heavier than I meant in the moment. Still, I kept to what I said.
Derpy giggles, smiling -- then sighing.
"Of course Dinky's your priority. She should be. And I'm not here taking you two to lunch because I want another Girl--er, Marefriend, you know? She's a sweet kid -- and you're one hell of a sweet mare. I can work around your schedule." I reply, rubbing my thumb over her hoof.
"It wouldn't be a... normal, relationship." She says weakly.
"I mean, yeah, duh. Look at me." I snort.
"Not like that -- I mean... my situation is complicated." She trails off.
"Derpy, my idea of a good Sunday date night is as much this, as it is making pancakes for you and Dinky, and just relaxing all day. Seriously. I'm not asking you to take on more stress -- I'm asking you to let me help you get rid of some of it." I whisper, leaning closer.
"...But why?" She whispers back.
"I think some adorable bubble-butt went and stole my heart when she crash landed on my couch. Dunno, still looking into that one." I grin, giving her hoof a playful squeeze.
I feel relief as a giggle escapes her. She sighs, smiling and nodding.
"ME TOO!" Dinky boasts, slapping napkins on the table, startling us both. "Took you long enough, Mister Muss!"
Derpy and I share a look -- and can't help but laugh. This fucking Filly, man.
We eventually get back to finishing our meals, once I managed to get most of the shake off of myself. The shirt was heftily stained, but whatever. A shirt didn't matter now, the way Derpy kept looking at me.
Something about the way she flinched doesn't sit well with me, though. That sits in the back of my mind for a while.
Prices were actually pretty good. Might end up going back there again. Kind of liked the back-of-the-room booth. Let me be a little cuter with Derpy while we were out.
Speaking of Derpy... after our conversation, I'm starting to realize the weight of the whole scent thing.
She had carefully navigated to my right side, and was walking close enough to me that she physically bumped, nudged rubbed against leg and hips several, several times. And I think each one was entirely intentional. And not that I was looking or anything, but I think her flank had a little more sway to it. Was this part of the... scent claiming thing? She'd literally rub her smell off on me?
...I could work with that.
I've got Dinky's science-box-supreme toy tucked under one arm; despite the proximity, Derpy is still keeping a stout watch on Dinky as she hops around, working off the sugar-rush. It frees me up to keep glancing down at Derpy, now that she's this close.
"...I know I said I'm down to take it easy on Sundays, but I hope this dress comes out to play now and then." I whisper down to her.
She glances up to me, giving me a playful huff.
"Dinky told me about how your people have a thing about always wearing clothes, right? Do we have visits to the Boutique in the future?" She teases, butting my hip with her flank.
"...Yeah, probably. Your fault for making it look so good." I return -- resting my free hand on her withers in a tentative but bold maneuver.
She hums softly in response, resuming her watch of Dinky.
"...This was really nice, Anon. Dinky and I... don't get out much, besides her birthdays." She says, the warmth in her voice clear.
"It doesn't have to end just yet, you know. Could keep doing stuff until the Dinkster crashes off her sugar high. Hit the park, or swing by my place." I offer.
She glances up, giving me a 'Really?' look.
I grin. "Not like that."
Her tail flicks, slapping my thigh. "I know; apparently your House is the second most exciting place in Ponyville, runner up to whatever the Elements get up to. No, Dink'll keep riding that excitement until we stop. Best to get her home; she's got some homework, and I've got some chores to do around the house to prepare for next week."
I nod, understanding.
We walk in silence for a few more minutes, Dinky pausing by the plaza fountain to stare into it.
"When I said my situation was... complicated." Derpy starts suddenly, though the strain in her voice is clear. I pat her back gently.
"You can tell me whenever you want to, if you want to, Derpy. I'm not going to pry, and you don't have to force yourself." I assure her.
"...Are you sure?" She asks. It's clearly a difficult topic for her.
"I'm sure. I'm not going anywhere." I promise.
"Thank you. I will tell you, but..." Derpy trails.
"I get it. Need to find the words. Right place, right time." I add.
"...Something tells me you're used to Mares with baggage." She teases, giving me a look.
I snort. "Baggage, sure. Got plenty of my own. Mares? Not a clue. I'm just some weirdo who likes to hang out in the woods, carving sticks."
She smiles, leaning into me as we walk. She's gentle about it, more going for the contact then actually pushing against me. Derpy has been surprisingly considerate towards my injuries; my face tingling slightly when I remember her kiss.
I don't get too long to swim in my slowly growing improper thoughts, as Derpy's house comes into view.
I wave Dinkster down to hand her the toy back as we reach the front door. Before she grabs it, she latches to my leg, giving it a squeeze.
"Of course, Dinkster. I'll even bring an extra shirt." I tease, ruffling her mane. She puffs her cheeks out, but trots inside with the toy floating behind her, glowing with her magic.
As I turn to Derpy, I hear a light flapping -- she's taken off, hovering close, bringing her face to face with me. Before I can say anything, her Hooves gently cup my face, and her lips meet mine. For a surprisingly long time. At one point, I just reach out and hold her, cupping underneath her flank and supporting her back. I'm extra careful not to let her dress touch the chocolately stain on the front of my shirt, but I'd been right about the satin-like material, soft against the back of my hand as it drapes downward.
Her wings furl in as she nestles into my arms, hooves softly gripping my shirt collar as she presses the kiss in deeper, plush lips tracing over mine. I have no idea how long we stood there for, but it only stops when I feel like we're out of breath. My heart is thudding loudly in my throat, and we're both blushing fiercely.
She pulls back, making a single, exaggerated huff.
"...I think that kiss was plenty thanks, Derpy." I whisper back, resting my nose against the tip of her snout. I feel her slowly breath in, taking in my scent.
"...I'll see you around, yeah?" She whispers back, watching my eyes.
"Of course. My door -- or window, your choice, is always open." I chuckle, watching that adorable smile take her face.
"Same to you. Though... I'd probably stick to the door if I were you. I don't think you have my practiced grace when it comes to open windows." She jokes, pawing me softly with a hoof. Leaning, I gently set her back down, Derpy trotting in a circle as she settles.
She gives me a parting smile, the door softly shutting behind her.
The walk home is a blissful blur. My heart doesn't calm down until I realize I've been sat on my couch so long that Dina walks in, shutting the door behind her.
She pauses, giving me a curious look-over, especially the stain on my shirt.
She doesn't say anything yet, but steps closer, sniffing me.
"...Went that well, huh?" She chuckles.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
That scent thing was a way bigger deal than I had originally figured.
It's Wednesday, now. Two days since my date with Derpy.
She visits me every day, or tries to. When her mail route takes her around my area, she'll swing by my house to check if I'm home. We make a little small talk, catch up, slip in a little flirting, and I get a big hug where she nuzzles me before she flies off. I think she's doing better; Dinky tells me she's been in a great mood, and hasn't been bumping into things as much.
I'd started poking around town, trying to figure out some job opportunities. Still trying to avoid the Spa, I'd been running through my options again. There was a good amount of stores... but the question was where I'd wanna work. Maybe shifting cargo on and off the train, though I'm competing with magic and sturdy earth ponies. The Hay Burger? I'm not considering fry cook unless I have to.
I was deep in my thoughts even as I swung by the Acres to say hey to Applejack -- and she gave me a really knowing look within like, two seconds. Asked me who the lucky Mare is.
The stares around town are a little different, too. Sure, some of them are the same, glaring at me for being a weirdo that stuck around, but I guess smelling like one of them is more... Pony-izing their view of me? I'm starting to get glances more than I'm getting stares. Its weird.
Twilight tracked me down, wanting to talk.
She'd been writing the Princess (Shit, reminds me I have to respond to Tia's last letter), talking about empathy and how things could be a lot more complex then good or just bad, especially for creatures that weren't Ponies. I guess part of that conversation, was Tia asked Twilight to try and talk to the Griffons that were staying in town. So, Twilight came over.
Dina and Twilight sat down, and had a good few hours talk, after I introduced them. It started off as Polite small talk, but soon they were talking about both of their homes, how they were raised, how they viewed things; and finally, how Dina felt about the Diamond Dog incident.
Twilight hugged me after, apologizing. She still doesn't approve, but she wanted me to know she's not upset, as long as I'm not making it the norm. The picking a fight part, not the rescue part. I'm glad we got back to a friendlier basis.
Speaking of friendly, I'm stood outside Rarity's boutique. One, I owe her for stopping Twilight during my date. Wasnt ready for the conversation I had with Twily to happen then. Two, she's just been all around solid, and I haven't had a chance to catch up with her.
I've got a little pot of coffee I brought from home, and a little thing of cream-filled donuts. Thankful offerings.
I knock on the door a few times, waiting.
Three, and this was the bold idea. I was gonna see if Rarity was hiring.
I'm like, one of two things in town with hands. I don't really know how to sew or make clothes, but I think I can pick up on that pretty quick. My fashion sense might be... lacking, but I'm not looking for a spot as a fashion advisor, after all.
The door swings inward, her curly purple mane twisting as Rarity appears, subtly clearing her throat.
She pauses, sniffing the air several times.
Her gaze slowly makes its way up to my face.
A very, very wide grin takes her face, followed by an excited giggle -- and I find my shirt promptly grabbed by a ball of blue magic.
I wasn't given a chance to respond as I'm yanked inside, the door slamming shut behind me.
Rarity's boutique is a comfortable place -- I was practically dragged to the lounge section where she has some nice, cushioned furniture and a little table. She's rummaging through her kitchen to make us some tea; Rarity prefers to save coffee for long nights. I've set my stuff down on the table, nibbling a donut and looking over her in-progress works. Apparently she'd gotten a good few orders in her time at Canterlot, having gotten to show off one of her recent designs in person, and was in the preparation / planning phase for several new dresses.
Couldn't get much more out of her though. Mostly because she wanted to hear how my date went.
Rarity is a fiend for two things; Romance, and Gossip.
A cup of tea is gingerly placed in front of me -- before Rarity rockets into the lounge chair beside me, staring at me with excited eyes.
I cough, nodding as I sip the tea. Hey, this one wasn't too bad.
A futile question.
"Darling. You were wearing part -- I'll forgive you for not wearing the full thing, the full suit would have been a little strong, and the forearms was a good maneuver -- of my suit. That's flag one. But to see Derpy. In a Dress?! Darling, that Mare wears nothing but boring brown Mail-Uniforms and that eyesore of a saddle-bag--"
"Hang on, she takes really good care of that saddle bag. Her Grandma showed her how to sew, and stuff." I cut in.
I felt like I was just guided into a trap, as Rarity giggles to herself.
"...Why would half the town know?" I trail.
"Dear. Anon. You reek of a very particular grey-toned blonde-highlighted Mare. It's like an announcement to any other Mare that stands near you that you're a taken Colt. In the best possible way, of course." She grins, leaning on a hoof.
"Ah. Right. I may have... stepped in a little strongly with the scent thing." I muse, scratching the back of my head.
"...Do tell." Rarity purrs, bubbling in anticipation.
Rarity is face-down on her lounger chair, slamming the pillow with a hoof. Her face whips up, staring at me before breaking out into a giggling fit.
I'm rubbing my temple with my fingers, groaning.
She reels back, rolling onto her side.
I shrug.
Rarity leans close, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.
Smooth, me.
Rarity slaps my arm with a hoof, staring at me.
It's only a short moment of silence before two of us are laughing, wheezing at the absurdity.
Rarity finally finds her breath, shaking her head. She pats my hand with a hoof, looking at me eagerly.
I snort loudly, remembering the types of books Rarity reads.
We've probably been laughing for a good two hours, Rarity letting out a long, content sigh.
Rarity slowly rises from her chair, stretching.
"Thanks, Rares. Actually, uh... odd question for you, if you don't mind." I ask, rising to help clean up.
"And what might that be, darling? A new outfit for yourself for your next date? Ooh -- perhaps you'd like me to look over Derpy's dress, touch it up? Its a bit of an older style, but she certainly wore it well; though I think we could both agree a little more flank wouldn't hurt." Rarity fields, as we walk through the boutique to the kitchen. I notice the little carving I'd made for Bell sitting on the edge of her workspace, propped up on a book.
"No, uh... you just got a bunch of orders in, right?" I ask.
"Correct. Several of the Nobility were smitten with my works -- as they should be. I've got a Wedding, a Party, a Ball, another party..." She trails off, counting the amount of functions she has to design, dress and fit for, tapping her chin with a hoof.
"I was, uh... my questions about that, kind of. Are you... hiring?" I ask, tensing.
Rarity freezes, a slow, stern face slowly looking up to me.
"Uh, yeah. Actually, I am. I've got... hands, so." I say, providing an unamused jazzhand. "And while I don't know fashion or sewing clothes, per se, I'm not unfamiliar with a needle and thread."
The humorous air we'd been enraptured in is completely gone, Rarity having turned to silently face me.
I feel a bead of sweat run down my back.
"Would your pre-existing conditions affect your ability to work or show up on a timely manner?" Rarity suddenly speaks up. Her tone is quippy, short and expectant. "Do you have an issue with travel? Are you patient, willing to work long, variable hours? Perform any tasks required of you, no matter their nature? And I would require someone to advocate on your behalf, of course."
I clear my throat.
I feel a big sigh of relief leave me when I see Rarity crack a smile, tapping her chin with a hoof.
"I run a tight ship, darling; but I've a feeling that's something you're familiar with. And to be honest... I may have overbooked. A lot more than I had been letting on. Severely. I was actually stressing over it before you came." Rarity sighs, grinning.
"Yeah, uh. Stitching. Sometimes when I'd... hike. I'd get cuts or scratches. Easier to stitch them myself than visit the doctor, back where I'm from." I explain, trying to avoid the topic of hunting or getting too messy about it.
"I see. An... interesting origin for your skills, but they may translate well. How still are your hands?" She continues, gesturing for my limb. I hold my right hand out -- stock-still, though my index finger twitches.
"Hm. Very good, Darling; though thankfully, we use sewing machines around here. Familiar?" She teases, nodding to her workstation.
"Uh... not in the slightest." I admit.
"Very well; we'll see just how quick you learn. I do believe it would be a pleasure to have you under my employ, Darling; but do remember you'll be representing Rarities Boutique from here on out." She says, smiling. A little too deviously.
"...Which means?" I ask, cautiously.
"You'll see, when you see your Uniform. Swing by tomorrow; now that I know I'm to have help, I'll spend today working out the designs, so we can tackle the creative start early. 7 AM, Darling? Oh, and we'll discuss pay, of course, but you shan't worry. This is a lucrative line of work, though quite demanding." She grins.
I kneel down, pulling her into a hug. She makes a startled noise, starting to complain about watching her mane -- but sighs, and returns the hug.
She lets go, throwing me a raised brow.
We say our goodbyes, and I head outside while Rarity gets to work at her station, sketching out the designs based off the requests.
I fist pump the moment the door closes. I don't give a shit that its making dresses, man -- I got a fucking job!
I pause, as I see Dina and a freshly-released Grant staring at me with confusion, on their way to my place from the Clinic.
"...Two-timing, huh? Cold, Anon." Dina jokes, bumping Grants side. He winces.
"Oh, finally got a job? You were sweating about that for a while. Hey, congrats." Dina says warmly, patting me on the shoulder.
Dina, Myself and Grant are sat at my kitchen table. Grant is looking a lot better, a good hue of color returning to his chocolate plumage.
"Yeah, thanks. Rares is a good friend, so I'm excited." I agree.
Grant is quiet, but finally turns to me.
"Hey, of course. Sorry we didn't get much of a chance to talk, things kept pretty busy. You guys got uh... money, for travel?" I ask.
Both fall oddly quiet. I tsk loudly.
I push out of my seat, the two birds watching me with confusion, glancing between each other. I kneel down in the living room, prying open my stash floorboard.
In a few moments, I've got a spare cloth bag, filled with about half the bits that I'd exchanged the gems I'd found for; I drop it on the table between them, the bag making a solid thud. Dinas eyes widen, while Grant crosses his claws, shaking his head.
"I got a job. I'm gonna be alright. Plus, I'm pretty sure you guys are the ones that actually dug the things up, so... I'd suggest you take that, before my crippling guilt gets a better grasp of me, and I try to give you more." I joke, smiling.
"You've already hosted Dina, and paid for my hospital bills. I can't accept this." Grant refuses again. I think Grant is like me -- he doesn't like pity. I get that.
"Alright, how about this -- it's an... investment, from an interested buyer. You guys said you'd look into getting Ponyville on your guys trade route, right? Here's my donation to make that happen. Don't let the Ponies know -- but fuck, I miss meat." I offer, pushing the sack towards them.
Dina glances at Grant, giving him a reassuring look. Grant sighs, looking between Dina, and the money.
"If you want to, man; but if ever you're in the area, come say hi, yeah?" I offer, outstretching my hand. Grant chuffs, taking mine in his claw and giving it a firm shake.
I go to offer one to Dina, but I get a hug instead. These birds are soft, man. I chuckle, returning it.
We spent the rest of the night making small talk, until a particularly grey flank came flying through my window, landing on my couch with surprising grace. She's a little startled at the company, having just gotten used to flying in on one Griffon, but joins in well enough, nuzzling in beside me.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
"I've heard about what you did, Mister Muss." Redheart starts, our session seemingly already going poorly.
Nurse Redhearts office is about as comfortable as it ever is. I'm sat across from her, in for my... well, it's not monthly anymore. Redheart had bumped me up to Bi-Weekly now, as informed by letter. Every other Monday. I'd let Rarity know that I'd need a few more hours during Lunch to handle the appointments, and she was good with it.
So here I am, twiddling my thumbs, one week having passed since I got my first Equestrian job.
"...But, we'll get to that. First, I want to check on you ." She shuffles some papers, producing a document with some blank entries, and grabs a quill.
I raise an eyebrow, curious. "Fire away." I nod.
She clears her throat, checking another paper, then looks back to me.
I scratch my nose, letting my eyes wander over the wall as I try to piece together the words. Huh, never noticed she had travel cards posted back there before. Didn't seem the type.
"It's been good, actually. Really good. Figured a lot of things out, made a lot of good steps." I manage, keeping it light.
"And I remember that you were looking for a job. Still trying the Everfree?" She asks, though her tone twists slightly at the end, like she's about to scold me.
"No, actually. I got a job at Rarity's Boutique, been doing that the last week or so." I shake my head. "I'm sure I could have made the Everfree thing work, but... honestly, as much as I love romping through nature, doing it to try and bargain off what I find didn't feel right."
Redheart looks surprised, but tempers herself. "What do you mean? You've mentioned you were a Hunter back on your world, correct?"
"Sure, but that was self-sustainment. I'd hunt what I need, pick what I need, and supplement my savings that way. Trying to sell things to people? My paycheck decided by how well I can bargain? I dunno, Redheart. Just didn't feel right." I continue.
"And is that why you were so iffy about when you brought in those herbs?" She asks, leaning forward. Figured she'd go there this time.
I sigh, nodding. "Yeah, pretty much. Guess I had an idealized version of it in my head, and when I was trying to put it into action... irked me faster than I thought."
"But you work at... Rarity's Boutique now?" She tilts her head, not quite believing it.
"Yep. Job with plenty of sitting, good work for someone with hands -- long hours I can just zone out to, and Rarity is a good boss." I explain, my thoughts drifting to the first week. "It'd gone well. As in I didn't fuck up any of her dresses. It was a learn-on-the-job type deal, so I mostly did the busywork like holding the pins, fetching what she needs, holding what she needs, so on. This week, she said she'd try and teach me the sewing machine."
"You're an odd one, Mister Muss. Compared to your previous endeavors, you don't find this... demeaning, to your sense of self worth?" Redheart asks, getting a surprised look out of me. "You've struck me as a prideful man, who sticks to his methods. I'm happy for you -- but it isn't forced, is it?"
Probably asking more out of concern for Rarity than me, I huff to myself. "It's... honestly, not really. Rarity is a good friend, and I think it's something about... getting to watch her work, you know?" I start trying to explain, gesticulating with my hands as I search for the words.
"She's quite the personality. But... she's so fucking passionate about her craft. Like, I know you guys have butt marks--"
"Cutie Marks" Redheart corrects firmly.
"--Yeah, those -- that tell you what you're going to do in life. Or like, be proficient in, or have a bias for or whatever." I trail off, leaning on my knees as I get into it.
Redheart nods. "And...?"
"I've seen Ponies work their jobs. Their careers, their talents. Rarity? I don't know how three gems translates to what she does, but... workaholic isn't even the right word. It's like she was made for that shop. Made to push fashion onto the world. The zone that she slips into when she's working... it's really fucking demanding work, actually. She's pushing ideas, measurements, fashion trends, cost to material..." I list off, tapping my fingers as I talk about each.
Redheart leans back, a small look of surprise on her face. Not for very long, as it's soon replaced by her usual glare.
"Yeah. She still doesn't let me do the designing -- probably never will, but that's alright." I joke, though I'm the only one that laughs.
"And this is enough for you? This... sates you?" Redheart prods.
I'm starting to get a little tired of beating around the bush like this.
The answer doesn't even surprise her, she just watches my face. Gauging my expression. Probably trying to figure if I'm violent about my feelings around it. Honestly, she's more casual than that normally. It doesn't... irk me, but it gets me wondering.
By this point, I'm jostling my bum leg to keep myself entertained, eyes still wandering the room.
Redheart finally breaks the pause.
"Sure has." I agree.
"I've talked to several of those individuals too, Anon. And not a single one was able to tell me how you bested five Diamond Dogs in your condition... I don't want to cushion this conversation with the individuals that you saved, Anon." Redheart sighs, putting the quill down.
"Don't, then. I mean, I'm sure you talked with them plenty enough." I agree. There's probably two versions of the story going around, both in circulation of the same groups. General Ponyville populace just knows that I found some people in the mountains. The Fillies keep spreading the idea that I saved them, like it was my intention. Dina, Grant, Twi, AJ, Dash -- they all know I didn't go up there to save people. A hard conversation about what is and is not acceptable in Equestria is muddled by the fact that it ended with creatures being saved. What I am surprised by though, is that they've kept my Rifle pretty tight-lipped.
"I get it, Redheart. I do. You want to make sure I'm not going to do anything violent like that again, or turn it into a habit. For that reason as well... I'm not going to explain how I did it." I say while shaking my head.
"Then why did you do it in the first place?" She asks, like she's pleading with me.
"For reasons that I don't have anymore. For a mindset that I lost. I didn't know what I was doing before, so I was trying to apply what I knew. I figured things out. I don't need to rely on how I used to do things anymore. I'm moving forward." I continue -- it feels almost like I'm explaining this to myself as much as I am her. That's what I was doing, right?
"I've got a good job. Talked to Twilight and her friends about it, we're on good terms, and Twilight had a good talk with Tia about it -- shit, I keep forgetting to write Tia. Dinky and her friends keep coming over -- Dina was staying with me too, but once Grant got cleared, they caught the morning train. I dunno, Redheart. I've got more stuff going on than I ever had, and it's... nice." I shrug, leaning back.
My eyes keep lingering on a shadow beside the cabinet. I could swear it was shifting around. Makes me wonder what's reflecting or flickering in here that's making it happen.
Redheart follows my gaze, looking at me with a confused look. I look back to her, and shrug again.
"Yeah, sometimes. Not always all of them. Scoots' been coming over more often since I offered to let her crash any time, when I learned what her living situation is like. That one's kinda fucked, huh?" I snort. Redheart, to her credit, holds her composure for a moment... but purses her lips, nodding.
"...Didn't take you for the foster-father type, Anon, if I'm being honest." She muses, humming softly in surprise. "And Derpy is alright with this?"
"I mean, yeah, of course. Swings by on her mail-route to check up on her, check up on me -- we chat, talk about our Sunday plans, that kind of thing." I reminisce. "Yesterday was really nice, actually. Made good on that Pancake breakfast take-it-easy day idea I told her about. Came over in the morning, made them breakfast, and we just took it easy. Went with her for the few errands she had for the day, all the good stuff."
Redheart seems utterly confused as she listens to me, leaning both hooves on her desk as she listens.
I slap my forehead, laughing. "Oh, fuck! I entirely forgot to tell you! Derpy and I are dating. Shit, yeah, bet that sounded weird -- wait, did you not like... smell it?" I ask, now confused.
Redheart gives me a wide-eyed stare.
"Oh, shit, not like that -- we haven't, done anything like that. I keep hearing that scent is a big thing, so she's been, like..." I mutter, watching as Redheart starts scribbling something down.
"Well, for one, Anon, I don't have a sense of smell. That's personal information I'm only imparting to you because of the unique situation you find yourself in. I don't want to hear it repeated." She pauses scribbling, holding her head in a hoof. I nod. Wonder if that explains why she's such a workaholic. Was sense of smell related to like... interest in sexual things?
"...When I said give her a chance, Anon -- Sweet Celestia, I was trying to make sure you'd be nice to her in regards to when she crashed through your window. I can't -- you asked her out?" Redheart asks, now just genuinely curious.
"Yeah. After that whole meeting thing, we kept bumping into each other. We'd stop, chat, I'd help her out if she was in a bind. Got to a point where Dinky was basically relaying our feelings between each of us. So, we talked it out, figured our situations, what would work for us both. The prior Sunday -- not the one we did Pancakes, but before that -- we went out to the purple-shake Cafe for lunch. She's happy, Dinky's happy, I'm happy." I shrug, smiling.
"...Has she told you about Dinky's Father?" Redheart asks dryly. The bluntness of the question surprises me from thinking about my favorite bubble-butt mare.
"We talked about talking about it, but I've told her to wait until she feels more comfortable bringing it up." I explain.
"...Anon, Dinky's father..." Redheart goes to start. I raise a finger to my lips, shaking my head. She looks at me, confused.
"Patient Confidentiality, Redheart. I appreciate you trying to let me know things, but this one isn't one of them. There's only one Mare, and one Filly, that I'm willing to hear about him from." I cut her off, before lowering my hand.
She frowns at having her own little motto thrown back at her. "Really? You don't... care?" She asks, incredulous.
"Of course I care. I care about Derpy, I care about Dinky -- I care about what makes them happy, or what upsets them. That's why I'm not going to pry. If you mean, do I care about not being the first guy in her life? Not really; I want to be the best guy in her life. The one she feels safe with, the one she feels she can ask any question to. And that goes for Dinky, too. They're both... brilliant. Wonderful." I say; it's hard to keep the smile off my face, but I'm not trying very hard, either.
Nurse Redheart stares at me for a long moment. She hasn't written anything down for a while, just... reading my face.
She scoots out of her chair, hooves tapping on the floor as she circles her desk. She places a hoof on my thigh, smiling at me.
"Getting sappy, Doc." I warn, patting her hoof. "You're supposed to be mad at me."
"Oh, I am. That's why I'm seeing you every two weeks now, to make sure you don't pull anything. Especially now that I know you're dating Derpy. You take care of that mare." Redheart says to me, sternly -- though I feel a hint of playfulness underneath it. How rare.
"Everything I've got, and more." I assure her.
The Clinic door clicks shut behind me as I leave. Not quite how I imagined the session going... and feels a little more like it should. Consequences, but understanding. Feels like I figured myself out a little better in there.
And she gave me a toothbrush. It's pink. Honestly, I kind of needed a new one. I think Dina used mine.
Should get back to Rarity's -- don't want to take too long.
Author's Note
PonyVille Hospital Patient File - Anon E. Muss
Monthly Check-Ins have been shorted to Bi-Weekly on account of 'Incident', but no further action needs to be taken at this time. Reminded to respond to Princesses Letters, but was distracted for reasonable reasons.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 16 - Sunday Breakfast?
It's Wednesday -- two days after my last talk with Redheart. A week and two days since I started working with Rarity, and closing in on a month of dating Derpy.
Finally managed to actually write something back to Tia; Redheart said I likely started slacking because I had so much suddenly going on, but I don't think that was it. Personally, I think it was having both Tia and Luna in my dreams, when I was hiking to the mountain kind of reset my 'Oh I should send her a letter' internal countdown.
Either way, it was a pretty fat letter. Three pages worth, actually.
First page for talking about what I've been up to generally and how things are going, responding to her last letter about how they can't (or won't) send me to the Moon. Luna says it's an unpleasant experience; as the Pony that actually went there, I'll trust her word on it.
Second page, I talked about my new job working with Rarity, and how things were going with Redheart. Not a job I ever saw myself in -- because it wasn't even a job I ever had sitting on the mind, until I came here.
Third page, I talked about Derpy, and Dinky. How things had progressed between us, how Dinky started coming over after Derpy and I got along well, until we got a lot closer. I told Tia I figured out why Ponies don't wear clothes often; Derpy in a dress was far too lethal for my day-to-day heart. Ended the page with a tidbit about Twilight, and the others, noting how I'm still getting along with them -- and even made some Griffon friends.
Left a little P.S for Luna, telling her that since I was working with Rarity now, maybe I could try to remake one of my old Uniforms for her. She seemed smitten with the thing since she saw them in my last dream, and I had some lingering questions about magic and level 3 plates.
I didn't talk about the mountain thing. If they ask, I'll answer; but they're celestial-body moving Princesses. If they want to know, they'll find out. I knew that mostly thanks to Luna.
Tia liked the playful, "I was never even involved but knew everything" approach. That's part of the reason we got along so well; my alien attitude and her secretive playful side lead to some enjoyable pen palling.
Luna was... well, I think she's keeping an eye on me. I've got a few guesses as to what's going on exactly... either she's watching me through the shadows, or sent one of her Bat-Pony things to keep an eye on me, or... something.
You spend 8 hours a day staring in the same direction, every day, for months on end; you spend 8 hours sitting in a hunting blind watching the same treeline for the hint of an antler... either you phase it all out and notice nothing, or start noticing every little flicker.
Somethings been sticking to the shadows near me, wherever I go. It's not limited to the floor either, which is why I assume it's a Bat Pony, if it is something physical, and not a spell. I've heard about... fuck was it, a Thestral? They're way used to sneaking around, on account of being dogpiled on by the big three tribes during Lunas trip to the moon. Never seen one before, and that's probably because these Ponies had some serious hate in their hearts.
Yet another racist Pony moment. Stripes, Bats -- what else? It was hard to be surprised anymore.
Either way, it seems go stop following me around the times that Luna gets active; namely, night. Once I'm shacked up in my house, late-evening, it slips away. I doubt its heading all the way back to Canterlot, but I'm pretty sure those things are nocturnal. Which means that poor bastard is stuck sleeping at night; that, or Luna is spending her days watching me, which... wouldn't bode well for her. I think it's a lackey.
New shadow friend aside, I've got the day off. Rarity has a Spa-Date with Applejack, the two apparently try to meet up every month or something for it. Since they couldn't make it the last several months, they'd both managed to plan around an all-day-make-up spa and relaxation day.
I'm a helper, so no point in me running the boutique while she's gone, either. Fine by me; I'll take a day off.
Well, as much as you could consider 'Sitting on a couch while four Fillies planned to stage elaborate accidents they could save local Ponies from to get their Cutie Marks' a day off. Nice, warm midday, few clouds in the sky, sprawled on my own furniture with a cup of coffee in hand. And the Fillies are just running with it.
"Apple Bloom; how are we even going to get a Piano up two flights of stairs?" Bell face-hoofs. They'd gone straight to cartoon logic.
"Well ah' don't hear you offering any ideas!" Bloom huffs, turning away and crossing her hoofs.
"What if... we got a cloud, put a bunch of stuff on it, went up high with it, and started dropping it down? Then one of us could warn the Ponies below, and boom! Accident-Saver Crusaders!" Scoots offers. The other three Fillies look at her like she's a genius.
"Who's getting the cloud?" I ask idly, sipping my coffee.
They glance between each other, all eyes setting on Scoots. She gives her little wings a little flap, and the group sighs collectively; no way they could convince someone to get them a cloud without questions. Back to the drawing board.
Oh, I was probably a terrible influence on them. Sure, I helped iron out their ideas so they wouldn't meander into trouble; but if they had a particularly disastrous plan that I thought was funny enough, I don't think I could foresee myself telling them not too. It'd be funny, after all.
With Rarity and Applejack busy taking a day off, the farm was busy doing the opposite, evidently. To avoid the chance of getting shackled with chores, Apple Bloom escaped here, dragging Sweetie Belle along. Something about how if their sisters were hanging out, then they should too.
Dinky and Scoots were already here when they'd arrived, conveniently enough to ask me if I had seen them. And now my living room was packed full of them. At this point, it's just the norm. I've gotten a few odd looks and questions about it, but any outright questions to my character or intent got shut down hard by Applejack, Rarity -- and Derpy, actually. Seeing her stand ground for me too threw the few locals that took issue it for a hard loop.
Never had kids myself, but... yeah, I'd drop somebody for these little shits. They made my day.
... Right. I already did.
I started expecting them over at this point, too. Been buying them little snacks or whatever when I hit the local shops, got a little stockpile in the bottom drawer of my pantry cabinet just for them; right now, they were decked out with juice-boxes and a little plate of sharable treats, crackers and chips and whatnot.
Now they're talking about turning the nearest tree in my yard into their new, forward-operating treehouse. They may or may not be slowly getting taught my earthly service lingo, because I also thought that it'd be funny.
I'm simply soaking in bemusement, as I feel Dinky poke at my side several times.
"Mister Mussssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss-" She drones on and on. Damn, she's got some lungs on her. "-ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss" She persists, keeping that same monotone drag. I finally fold.
"What's up, Dinky?" I finally relent, as if I had no idea she wanted my attention.
She points towards my clock, sat on the edge of the fireplace mantle. Oh, shit -- it's almost time.
I ruffle her Mane. Good kid. She grins at me, spurred by the knowledge that she knew better than me in this scenario.
"Off the couch, girls." I call out. I get a few confused looks, but Dinky hops right off, sitting on the floor. The other three follow suit, watching with interest.
Coffee in hand, I meander to the window, unclasp it, and open it wide. I lean back slightly, stretching my back until I hear the distant flap of feather, familiar wings.
Three.
Two.
A fluffy grey mass of bubbles and blonde bombs through it, slamming into the same spot on the couch she always does. Only got to two -- she's early today.
We have a system where we Use Dinky as an intermediary. The Filly has an uncannily good sense at figuring out where her mom is, be that if she's working at the Post Office near the Train Station, or where she is if Derpy's working her route. That includes Dinkster figuring out when she's about to bomb my couch through the window. It's not always the same time, either. I'm not going to pretend like I know how the mail system works in Ponyville, the packages get around either way.
Even when I'm not here, I try to leave the window open; she knows I'm either at home or working with Rarity, and checks both to spend a few minutes with me each day, since we only get Sundays together. Mostly small talk, where we sit very, very close to each other; and hopelessly flirt, planning what to do each Sunday.
Rarity is, thankfully, more than supportive of me taking a fifteen to spend it with my 'Marefriend', always gushing and drilling me for details when I get back in. A die-hard romantic, that one.
"Making good time?" I ask aloud, shutting the window again.
Dinky hops back up onto the couch, nuzzling her mom as Derpy gets settled, sitting proper, fixing her saddlebag and setting it on the table -- she's getting pretty solid with her landings. The Crusaders are slack-jawed.
Think this is actually their first time seeing Derpy swing by on her route to say hi. Woops, probably just gave way to plans to try window-bombing for Cutie Marks. That'll be a good one.
Derpy glances up, smiling -- before realizing she has a small, tri-color audience, on top of the usual suspects.
"O-oh! H-hi girls." Derpy clears her throat, looking bashful and throwing me a 'You could have warned me' look.
"Hi Miss Hooves!" Sweetir Belle beams, always the polite one.
"Woah! How did you DO that?!" Bloom and Scoot both exclaim, once their jaws remember to work. They share a know glance between each-other, nodding.
Knowing them, it's probably going to be my window they bomb through. I should clear a landing pad, set up blankets and pillows so I don't have smeared Filly on my floor.
Later. Bubble-Butt is here now; and I don't have her for very long.
I slump back down on my couch, Derpy's flank rubbing against my side as I sink into the cushion again. Me on the left, Derpy in the middle, Dinky on the right, facing the table, with the Crusaders surrounding it deep in discussion. The the Crusaders are already yapping about plans, Sweetie Belle incredulous about the plan; Bloom and Scoots only worry is how to get high enough to achieve a proper downward bombing angle, hashing plans to stack locally 'Borrowed' crates and barrels to make a platform. Then, about what floor of window, whose window, and who among them is the most capable of forming a cannonball.
Despite the initial embarrassment, it's quickly forgotten thanks to the Crusaders self-imposed distraction, and my sudden close presence; Derpy's quick to lean against me, one of her wings flicking out slightly as it nudges my back, tucking between me and the couch. I lift my arm over her shoulders, letting my hand drape down over her other side, pulling her close.
Even though she's been working hard, her fur is still delightfully soft, only matted a little where she'd been carrying her Saddlebags. I rake my fingernails back and forth over this slightly sweaty spot, and Derpy practically melts, getting an itch scratched she didn't even know she had -- she sighs softly, eyes half-closing, fully against me.
"Proud of you, bubble-butt." I softly plant a kiss on the top of her head, whispering.
She flusters, a silly little giggle escaping her. "For what?"
"I just think you need to hear it more, so you don't forget it." I mutter back, giving a little squeeze.
She rolls her eyes -- I think -- and sighs, feigning exasperation, shaking her head; but she holds me tighter.
Dinky is equally quiet, silently occupying the end of the couch, like a child that knows its staying up too late, so they stay dead silent; waiting to see how long they can go without being noticed.
I lean close, that adorable snout rising to hover only inches away from my face. She's got these adorable freckles that are a slightly darker grey than the rest of her fur. I'll manage to count them all, some day.
"Where were we last time?" I ask softly. Our conversations tended to get cut short with her tight schedule, so we'd often try to jump back into them and pick up where we left off. "We were going to try the French Toast I offered to do up this Sunday, right? Or had we settled on trying to make a Crepe?"
"OH!" She suddenly exclaims, an excited foot patting against my chest several times, excitement barely contained. "No, cancel that! Or, we can do it next Sunday after, or something, unless you want to still do it. I'd still love to, but -- you know what I mean. Just -- I'm sorry, I'm butchering this, but I just remembered."
Cheeky, quiet peck on the tip of her snout gets her stuttering to still.
"I know. Take a second, then get it out." I softly assure her.
She nods, taking a breath and forming her thoughts. She flashes me a sympathetic look.
"Yeah, that's fine. Thanks for the heads up. What's going on?" I hum, goading the answer.
"There's a Educational Fair being hosted in Canterlot, and it's going to last the Weekend -- I just found out about it! One of the fliers in the mail I was handing out had an advertisement for it."
"Right. Clue me in on what that means?" I tilt my head.
"Oh -- like, um... several of the surrounding Schools, from Cloudsdale to Manehatten, to even Vanhoover -- and even the Universities and nearby Careers will be hosting tents and booths and stands! It's like a Festival, almost." She explains, though clearly her only source was the pamphlet.
"It's starting to click, now. We called those Career Fairs where I was from." I nod, tapping my temple.
Derpy nods. She was pretty excited about this, actually -- practically vibrating.
"Touring some of her future options, like which University or Apprenticeship she'd want to take once she finishes school around here?" I field. Judging by Derpy's nod, I'm correct.
"Exactly! Obviously, I want what's best for her; but I want her to be able to feel out what it is she wants to do, and what that will require of her. And there isn't nearly as much choice around here... even if she doesn't pick anything, I think it'd be good to get her knowing what's available."
"Unless she plans to buck apples." I say with a sarcastic snort.
Derpy chuckles.
"So you two'll be gone for Saturday and Sunday, if all things work out?"
Derpy nods, pursing her lips. Now that she's gotten the exciting news out of the way -- she thinks about me, and how I might feel about it.
"Honestly, I'm kind of offended you're even asking my input; we've already talked about how Dinky is your priority. Cancel whenever you need; I just appreciate the heads up." I tease, tracing her side with my thumb. She's adorable -- but of course I'm alright with it. We'd talked about this. She sighs, nodding and leaning her head against my shoulder. My head, in turn, rests on the top of her head.
"When's the last time you went to Canterlot anyway?" I mumble through her mane. The smell of soap is faint; some kind of fruit scent, replaced with the light sweat of a partial days work.
One of her hooves idly and rhythmically taps my thigh in thought.
I squeeze her a little tighter, planting another kiss on her head.
She glances up at me, meeting my eyes. I think.
I nod. "Grandpop taught me most of what I know, until his age caught up to him."
She looks back down, the hoof that was patting my thigh now resting on it, to comfort me. I decide it might not be best to linger in a solemn moment, considering we both still had the rest of the day to tackle. If it was just us? Quiet end of the day? I'd hold her for hours in that sad, deafening silence.
"So, not quite sure what to expect when you head up there?" I field, trying to steer the conversation back on track.
"Yeah. Little nervous, mostly excited. Actually, a lot nervous. And a lot excited." She says, taking a big, calming breath.
"I visit now and then with Twilight, so I've been there recently." I explain, and she glances up to me again.
"Really? What for?"
"Oh, mostly bothering Tia."
"...Whose Tia? A friend?"
"Oh, Celestia."
"...Princess Celestia?"
"Bingo."
"The Princess Celestia?"
"She's my Penpal. Those letters you've been bringing me and mailing out for me for months; we keep up between swinging by for Tea."
She stares at me, eyes wide. Right, forgot being on a nickname basis with what was basically God Jr of this realm was a big deal.
"Alright, now I've got something to ask you." I mutter, giving her side a little poke.
"Y-yeah?" She reacts with a small squeak, snapping out of it.
"Want me to come with you? Not to intrude, if you wanted this to be a Dinky and You type weekend."
For a moment, she looks like she wants to beam; but a flash of guilt takes her face, glancing away,
"I'd pay my own way, obviously." I start, using a finger to tease her chin upwards, so she looks me in the face. God, I love that face. And I hate how sad those eyes look, so often as she digs herself into her own thoughts.
She looks up at me, conflicted. I've figured this adorable Mare has a problem with bits, but I want to make sure that this trip she's looking forward to goes well for her. She deserves it. But of course she'd have difficulty trying to ask someone to go and spend their own money to tag along on a trip they get minimal input on, basically to be a set-piece to a Mother and Daughter going to a Career Fair.
But I appreciated that level of empathy from her. She cared about others, and wouldn't ask unless she could cover things for me herself; which I would never ask her to do. So instead, I push my offer to join her, to happily be a background set piece that makes her smile when she glances behind her, knowing I'm still there. Seeing these two, happy? Shit, I think that's all I'm starting to want.
She glances back suddenly, looking to Dinky -- who's poking her fervently in her side with both hooves, nodding with such intensity her brain is probably rattling around in there. Derpy looks back to me, biting her lip pensively.
"Your plus-one, providing directions and company. Well, and I might buy you and Dinky dinner or something to woo you a little , but I think that's just a given." I whisper playfully, leaning close to press my lips to her soft cheek, kissing gently.
I feel hooves wrap up over my shoulders, and around my neck, pulling me in tight against the her as the kiss is returned; her plush lips to my lips.
"If you're sure -- and only if you're certain... I think we'd love that, Anon." She whispers back, smiling.
"Ooh, Rarity's gonna get a kick out of this. She loves this sappy stuff." I hear Sweetie Belle whisper to the others.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 17 - Catch the Train
Its friday night, after working a shorter shift with Rarity. Well, before she shoo'd me away to "Enjoy my Weekend", followed by a hefty wink.
Tapping my chin, I'm going over the items I want to bring, backpack pulled open and sat on my bed. It's a little after dinner; the remains of mine now sat in the kitchen sink. I should probably do those before I leave.
I don't really have much, but it'll be for about two days. So, two days worth of clothing, thrown into my backpack. Reasonable amount of Bits; I've got a decent handle on the idea of Canterlot prices, so this'll probably dent my savings a little.
For a moment, I mull over how much I should bring. I don't mull very long. I've got a stable job, Rarity is entirely cool with me going to Canterlot for the Weekend; though she made sure I promised I'd relay anyone curious about my clothes to her Boutique, which is fair.
And, it's for Derpy. I nod to myself, packing a good amount of Bits. Clothes, Bits...
My gaze slowly trails to my bedroom doorway, looking out towards the living room. No, I don't need any of that.
... I still pack my worn combat knife, tucked deep underneath some of the clothes, with my nice, no-longer-stained fancy clothes laid overtop. Not that I'm expecting to tear Derpy and Dinky away from the Fair, nor am I actually expecting anything problematic; but I'd like to be prepared if... an opportune moment arises, in either case.
What else...
Packing wise, I'm... done? It's only two days, plus travel. Simple.
The shadows under my bed flicker ever so slightly. I've gotten pretty good at picking them out. Whoever they are, they're good; but I've started picking up on their preference for hiding spot. They like to go low, usually, I think in an attempt to counter how tall I am compared to a Pony. Must think I don't look down often -- problem with that is, I'm always glancing down at my leg. Can't feel if my foot isn't on tight enough and is backwards.
My bed creaks as I sit on the edge of it, giving my leg a rest. The plan was to meet in the early morning, catch the train, scrounge a hotel, and hit the fair. No real big reason to stew on it any longer; I should get some rest.
I'm on the cliff again, in the mountains.
Rifle against my shoulder, laying on my jacket, propped against some rocks. Scope pressed against my eye, watching the Dog-things. I never pull the trigger. I just... watch them. They gamble, talk, drink, nap.
Hours go by, watching them on my scope. At least, it feels like it.
They carry something up from the inside of the mining pit. It's small, lavender and limp.
They discard the little lavender body, tossing it some feet away, before trudging back into the mine. It lays still.
There's no sound, as I drop each one. It doesn't even feel like the gun has recoil. It doesn't even feel like I'm racking it. I just fire. Fire. Fire. Until the Mountains are quiet, and stained in red.
There's a nudge on my shoulder -- my eye finally lifts, a red mark against my skin from the pressure. I try to turn my head, but whoever it is won't let me. I just... can't. I feel something holding my neck.
"You just want the excuse, don't you?"
The pressure is lifted from my neck, but a deep-seeded dread takes its place. I turn, slowly, and look. I don't want to. But I do.
There's nothing there.
If Luna ever shows, I don't see her.
I wake up, sweating, fists clenching the sheets, heart pounding. It's early morning, the pink glow of sun peering through the windows.
That's not the first bad dream I've had, but it's the first one I've had recently. Ever since I started getting settled here, things were... good. Not great; that was when I got to know Derpy.
The shadows are quiet today, staying still. Predictable. Normal.
Bag slung over my shoulder, comfortable clothes on, both hands in in my jacket pockets, I'm trailing through Ponyville towards the Train Station. Quiet Saturday morning; Ponyville's a smaller, rural town, so Ponies were used to being up early. Weekends, though, most were sleeping in; mind the few that still worked early. There's a couple out and about, but most pay me little mind. Think they're getting used to me, seeing me interact with so many Ponies on the daily now, and not skulking around the woods and sticking to the edge of town.
Just caught a pretty hefty sneer from a passing stallion. Nevermind.
Left another note on my door that I'd be out. I stifle a yawn, covering my hand with a fist -- I got the hours I needed, but I don't feel rested. My firing hand won't stop trembling. I hold it in front of me for a moment, huff, and stuff it back into my pocket. Hasn't been that bad since--
"Anon!" I hear, distantly, distracting me.
I pause, turning and trying to put a face to the voice. It's pretty easy -- she's a big purple splotch running towards me, and sounds pretty stand-out.
"Hey, Twilight. You doing alr--"
She 'Gently' slides into me, wrapping her hooves around my midsection.
Alright, not what I was expecting. Like, I know we're good now, but still. Before I can even decide between returning the hug, patting her head, or any really, she's let me go, looking up at me. Her nose twitches, and she seems distracted for a second, before she clears her throat.
"I'm sorry." She says firmly, big round purple eyes glued to my face.
"...Okay? For what?" I ask, still confused.
"I had a good talk with Princess Celestia. She... opened my eyes, to a few things. That... the more capable someone is of cruelty, it's even more meaningful when they choose to do good." She explains, trying to summarize her mentors lesson.
"Right." I nod. At least she seemed to be getting a good grasp on things.
"...Are you heading somewhere? I'm not keeping you, am I?" Twilight asks, noticing my pack.
"Heading to Canterlot with Derpy and Dinky, hitting the Career Fair." I nod.
"Oh! They should have fun! It's only one of the biggest Fairs in Canterlot; every year, all funneled into two days! It's packed, exciting, Ponies from all over showing off their jobs, careers, opportunities, looking for new hires -- I thought Rarity hired you? Are you looking for a job?" Twilight buzzes, excited.
"Not for myself; I'm happy with Rarity's gig. It's interesting work. Derpy wants to take Dinky so she can see what she'd like to do in her future, that kind of a thing." I explain, offering a shrug. A job could pay twice, triple the bits -- I'm not skirting Rarity's generosity and chance on me.
"Perfect! I can't think of a better place to try and explore their options! Might even lead to her discovering something new she enjoys!" Twilight continues. I glance behind myself... yeah, I left early enough. I've got time.
"Yeah. They're both pretty excited about it." I affirm.
"Say... when did you and Derpy get so close? I'm glad you're making friends --"
"Oh, we're, uh... dating." I cough, glancing away. I wasn't ashamed of it or anything; just felt... odd to state aloud. I'm dating a small, grey horse with a literal bubblebutt. With a daughter.
Twilight's face scrunches. Her eyes widen in realization.
"OH! THAT'S WHY YOU SMELL LIKE -- And when I saw you, and Derpy was in the dress!? And why Dinky is always at your--" Twilight begins to ramble, everything becoming clear.
"Yep." I nod. I remember to avoid any places with Milkshakes while we're in Canterlot. Ah, fuck. I should've packed more clothes.
Twilight smiles, widely.
"Thanks, Twi. I gotta go, though -- don't want to miss the train, I'm working off the Derpy-Brand schedule. Talk when I'm back?" I say, thumbing behind myself towards where the Trainstation's side of town is.
"Oh! Yeah, yeah! Go, GO!" She shoos me.
I chuckle, turning and start walking again.
"Don't be late! Run! Go!" I can hear her call.
I turn, waggling my leg at her. She goes quiet.
"Nevermind! Take your time! But quickly!" She calls out again.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Tickets to Canterlot were cheaper than I expected. I step out of the line for the ticket booth, moving towards the awaiting train and their associated tracks. Actually, I bought two tickets; I'd heard from Rarity that the booths were sized for four Ponies, facing each-other. Not exactly keen on potentially sharing a seat with a stranger for several hours, I figured I could use the room to kick my feet up or something.
There were a lot of Ponies out and about, chatting and waiting. Must be because Canterlot isn't terribly far; I knew Rarity would make trips often, so I guess other Ponies did too? Half of them didn't even have luggage. My neck tingles with my dislike of crowds, but I'm torn from my distaste quite early.
"Mister Muss!" A familiar voice squeaks out distantly, pulling me from my thoughts and helping guide me through the morning gathering of ready-to-goers. Waiting for the boarding call to go out, the crowd continues to grow in number as the time ticked ever closer, more and more Ponies herding in; all probably a into Canterlot for the Fair, too.
If the station was already this bad, I may have underestimated how packed Canterlot was going to be. My height, of course, always gave me an advantage to navigating packs of Ponies; I could even step over the worst of them, but that usually got a pretty poor reaction, so I tried to scoot around them, typically.
Picking Ponies out of a crowd was a little harder, with their eye-blinding variety of colors, often contrasting with themselves. Thankfully, the pair of Ponies i was looking for had a habit of making themselves known, and had a palette that was pleasant on the oculars.
Closer to the boarding ramp, I can see Dinky, standing on Derpy's back, waving me down. Derpy has her wings furled up, using them to balance Dinky. Clever.
Carefully parting through, around and over the gathering flashbang of knee-high crayon-colored tiny horses, I'm finally close enough to make (some form of) eye contact with Derpy, who smiles warmly as she sees me. She's got her and Dinky's tickets in her teeth, two bags of luggage beside them (I have no idea what she might have packed, considering they don't wear clothes), and a smaller saddlebag hanging off her neck; like a sturdy looking purse. One of her wings stretching out to wave at me, while Dinky slides off the same side of her back, making sure to stay close to her mom so as not to be consumed by the wanton crowd.
Honestly, I have no idea how she managed to get this far with a Filly, tickets, and two things of luggage. Unicorns had it easy; this Mare put in the work.
Nearly tripping over the last pony I step around, (and exchanging a rather impolite apology), I manage to kneel beside the pair, returning the smile.
Surprisingly, Derpy shakes her head, and instead tilts her head up towards me, offering the tickets in her mouth.
... I know I could probably just take it with my hand. It'd be simple. Easy. The proper thing to do. But we were going to spend a weekend together. Time for a little hint as to the consequences of bringing me along.
I lean down, watching her eyes widen as I take the tickets from her mouth, with my mouth, teeth to teeth. I'm slow about it, maintaining eye contact (as best I can), giving her a cheeky smile once they dangle from my own. She's dead-still while I do it.
I had no idea if passing things mouth to mouth were the norm for Earth Ponies or the like, but judging by the bashful look on her face, it might not be a thing for Pegasi. After I've got them, I do take them and tuck them into my pocket with my other tickets, patting them once they're secure.
"T-thanks." She finally breaks the silence, huffy. "You could have used your hands, you know." Derpy teases, glancing down, throwing me a playful smile.
"Would that have been as fun?" I counter, grinning.
She purses her lips, glancing away. I was pretty certain at this point; this Mare had a thing for teeth.
While we wait, we slip to some small talk, though it doesn't last long; the Conductor's whistle carrying over this side of Ponyville from the front of the train, signaling the start to boarding. I get the chance to see just how Derpy managed getting her, Dinky, and all their stuff here; she uses her wings, like hands, to wheel the luggage alongside her with the handles. I forget how prehensile those things tend to be.
And how it seems like the Ponies adapted to oddly human approaches to technology. I think about that, sometimes. Like it wasn't their own inventions? So much of their technology looked like it was meant for humans to use, and not made or invented by those meaning to use them with hooves. Shaking thoughts that might hurt my brain out of said space, I follow closely, Dinky staying closer to me now that her Mother was wheeling the luggage forward.
She's actually pretty on her game about it, only nearly tipping them over once when they got caught on a gap in the floorboards of the station. The crowd surges around us, all wanting to quickly get settled.
The train car we filed into is about three quarters full, so we had a chance to basically get our own booth. Dinky and Derpy sit across from me, our luggage stored overhead, while me, my jacket and my leg occupy the other two seats, giving me a chance to sprawl out. That gets a few glances from passing Ponies, wondering that the hell it even is.
Thankfully, being cramped wasn't as much of an issue as I thought it would be; I'm abusing the double-tickets I bought anyway. The train is a lot more open, since Ponies sit either on their haunches, or fully on their stomachs. Compared to the very closed-off, multi-seat trains I was used to on earth, these were far more open, like floor-cushions with no back.
Not my first time taking the train, either; usually with Twilight and Spike to visit.
Dinky, funny enough, isn't the most excited one; that would be Derpy. It's pretty clear she doesn't get out of Ponyville, ever, and she was definitely planning on this trip for a while, and looks out the window, leaning over Dinky, with a smile that just can't seem to leave her face.
Makes me feel like its all the more important that I make sure it goes off without a hitch.
"So what's on the planner?" I field, shifting to sink into my seat and get more comfortable, hands clasped on my stomach. Dinky wriggles her way underneath the table, squeezing in between my side and my arm, giving me a wide grin. Derpy glances over, noticing; but when she sees I'm fine with it, she stifles a giggle, shaking her head.
Adorable kid. More adorable mom, honestly; I love watching her smile.
"Uhhh... the hotel that we're going to check out is the..." She mutters, tearing her gaze from the window to rummage through her bag; with a wing to keep the top open, she pulls out a pamphlet with her teeth, holding it out towards Dinky. Without missing a beat, the little filly surrounds it with a shimmering lavender glow, unfurling it in front of herself.
"East-Side... Equine... Estate. A fancy... affordable, home away from home. No... Reservations Needed, offered Breakfasts and Indoor Pool." Dinky reads out, before beaming proudly. Getting to see these two in action was the sweetest thing.
Derpy smiles, nodding proudly. Kid read that out pretty concisely. Actually, I had no idea what grade Dinky was in. Or how like, advanced she was. Or the Crusaders. Were they like, grade school? If Cutie Marks were like Puberty, then that was probably it. But some of the Foals in the school had Cutie Marks.
I stop myself before I spiral into another one of the many, dangerously always-waiting thought spirals of trying to comprehend how this world worked. My brain hurt less when I stopped trying to, and just rolled with it.
It takes me a second to notice that Dinky is looking up at me now, expectantly. Is she looking for my approval, too? This kid is too damn cute.
I tussle her Mane, nodding in turn.
Dinky practically puffs up twice her size in pride, Derpy rolling her eyes. I think.
"Sounds like you singled out a good place. How'd you hear about it?" I ask, looking to Derpy. She shakes her head.
"When I told my boss about the trip, he was the one who actually recommended it to us. Said it's where he likes to stay when he's in Canterlot on business, or meeting with family." She explains, pocketing the pamphlet into her purse again as Dinky floats it back over to her.
"Gotchya." I nod, glancing out the window. Looks like everyone's on board -- one of the Conductors trots past the window to get into place. Probably shifting off the station here any minute.
"Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" I field suddenly, looking to Derpy. A thought just tickled my mind.
"Mm? Uh... sure? What about?" She responds, curious. Dinky stares up at me, equally so, tilting her head.
"You've got, uh... is Strabismus the right name?" I ask, cautiously tilting my head. It's not always easy bringing up someone's condition, but one cripple to another, I'm hoping she won't take issue.
I'm pleasantly met with Derpy looking more like she's surprised, rather than upset.
There's a distant, muffled whistle towards the front of the train.
"Really? Huh. Yeah, exists on my old world too. I wanted to ask, and I hope I'm not offending, but I noticed... Dinky does a lot of reading for you, right?" I point to the little filly tucked against my arm.
Both nod.
"She's a delight." Derpy smiles, which gets Dinky beaming again. "I can read things out on my own, eventually, but I haven't had a pair of glasses in a while, and Dinky is always wanting to help me"
"One, that's adorable. Two, the meat of my question." I start, but their confused look pauses me. Right.
"Oh, uh, sorry, old world saying. I meant, that leads to what I wanted to ask." I explain, and Derpy nods.
"How do you handle your deliveries?" I ask, motioning with my hands. If she couldn't read properly; how was she one of Ponyvilles most efficient Mail-Mares?
"Oh! You mean because I can't read the -- oh, well, I get one of the other Employees to list out who each package or letter is for, and then I take it to each Pony!" She explains, like it's the simplest thing in the world.
I purse my lips in thought, processing that statement.
She nods quickly. "Yep!"
Well, consider me floored. I knew she was a brilliant Mare, but damn. I couldn't think of anybody who knew how to do that kind of shit. Explains why Dinky was so damn smart, too; her Mom had some damn good memory.
My only reaction is a little golf clap, nodding with admiration.
She smiles bashfully, a hoof patting her Mane as she glances away.
"I completely disagree." I bluntly retort. "That's amazing, and I doubt there's more than a handful of Ponies this side of Equestria who could do such a thing. You've got quite the talented mom, Dinkster."
Dinky is all smiles, nodding complete agreement.
Derpy turns further and further away, just staring out the window now, blush growing.
The train lurches suddenly, starting to chug down the tracks. We watch out the window as Ponyville starts to become distant, growing further away.
Dinky pops out from under my arm and slinks back under the table, nuzzling up against her mom as the two watch the train shift out of the station, both exuding tangible excitement.
Fuck, these two were the cutest things.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 20 - Arrival for the Fair
We spent the rest of the ride holding each-other, quietly sharing feelings, thoughts, ideas, stories; all while embraced snuggly as the train rattled on, speaking in whispers and giggles. She tells me about Dinky's youth, and how playful she always was, a little beacon of too-smart-for-her-own-good. I tell her about my Sisters, being the only brother. It's a good, calm, honest talk; her wings are draped over me in a loose hug, and my hand idly roams up and down her side, coasting through her soft fur. I pause to scratch the lightly matted part where her purse had been sitting, eliciting a small purr from her.
Well, until one of the train staff came by to ask us for our Tickets for stapling. Had to unwrap ourselves, reach over and fish them out of my jacket pocket, without waking Dinky; she still had it draped over her like a blanket, and slept like the dead. While I handled presenting the tickets, Derpy got settled back in her own seat again, semi-awkwardly shuffling around the Conductor, who just seemed like they couldn't care any less. They were more concerned with how my detached leg sat beside me, honestly.
Once tickets sorted, we were sat across from each-other again. With the moment passed, we switched gears.
Some light conversation about what it was like to eat without a cheek, and what is was like to have wings, kept us entertained as Canterlot slowly came into view through the window. Derpy was very curious; but also very empathetic, not wanting to upset. It took a fair amount of reassurances to get her to ask the more divisive questions she had; but our talk petered out as Canterlot neared.
Derpy, wings twitching with excitement, gently woke her daughter so she could see; the Filly squeezing in beside her mom to stare out the window with eyes so big, they threatened to pop right out.
I don't think Dinky had ever been to Canterlot before; and compared to Ponyville, it was quite the change of scenery. From rural, oversized village where the biggest building might have been Twilight's Library, to the stone-fortified castle-town that boasted towers and walls, mounted on the side of a mountain. And I thought humans had some ballsy architecture.
Their excitement is borderline contagious; I can't help but watch them, pointing and whispering in anticipation as Canterlot looms, hooves tapping on the train glass, smiling myself. A similar scene plays out among the other booths, as we get ever closer, with the other seats filled with muttering and window-gathering; I don't care about the other booths, though. My attention is torn between Derpy's tangible excitement shared with her daughter, and the dressed-up Capital of Equestria.
Canterlot is decorated like a festival is underway; probably because it is, but I haven't seen it like this before. Banners start to line the tracks, large lines of flags can be seen dangling from the overhangs and roofs of the buildings, and cloud-art paints the skies; looks like the Pegasi have some prime advertising space for their booths. Streamers and balloons, art installations. It's like a whole new splash of color soaked over Canterlot.
The train starts to slow, the grind of the wheels muffled as it nears the station, and the audible buzz of the excitement that's swept Canterlot can start to be heard; I'm already twisting my leg back on, Derpy taking my jacket in her wings to pass it over, moving around Dinky as the Filly still stares outside.
She's about to 'wing' it over to me, but pauses, looking at my outstretched hand. Then, to the jacket. She pulls it closer, and gives it a quiet smell, nose pressed to the fabric. She smiles, throwing me a look alongside the jacket this time.
It goes wide, (obviously), but I catch it, working my arms into the sleeves. I can't help but smile back.
I like when she gets playful.
For this part, I was glad we decided to swing for the early morning train. We weren't the only ones with that idea, obviously, but the station could've been a lot more packed it we tried for one of the later arrivals.
When it came to Canterlot, it wasn't nearly as rural as Ponyville; but it also wasn't nearly as Metropolitan as some of the other towns I've heard about, like Vanhoover or Manehatten. So, I was already catching some odd glances. I was just thankful they didn't tend to stick very long. I think the excitement and distractions of the Fair was seeping through the populace. Might actually get to enjoy this, if my dislike of crowds doesn't kick in too heavily.
I expected this to be a fun, draining weekend.
Once we manage to disembark and actually hit the streets, Dinky has the Pamphlet for the Hotel floating open in front of herself, leading the charge, reading the address and following the streets. Derpy is right behind her, wheeling one of her cases with her wing; I'd offered to take the other one, and was walking on Derpy's other side, my bag comfortably slung on my back, the second case of luggage tucked under my arm.
Though I'd been to Canterlot a few times, I hadn't actually truly explored it. Usually stuck to Twilight, visiting the Princess, her Parents, or just accompanying her during the trip; all of which were pretty direct routes, quickly cutting through the city.
Part of me wonders if I should swing by and say hey to Tia, or if that would come off a little heavy. If I had time, maybe, but Dinky and Derpy were the priority here. Plus, good chance the guards might not even let me in; I doubt the rank and file guard was privy to me being Pen-Pals with their Sun Goddess, and throwing a stink at the gate was not in the plans.
Still a wild concept to me,. That whole control-the-sun-and-moon thing. But, I had a solution for that.
Stop thinking about it.
Hasn't failed me yet, and it doesn't fail me now, as my brain returns to simpler thought processes; like watching Derpy walk. That one's much easier on the mind. And, when I can, helpful nudges to make sure she doesn't bump into anything.
I don't want to be overbearing, but I want to at least be some kind of helpful; so I stick to only nudging during the close calls. I can tell, now that she's actually Hooves-In-Canterlot, her nerves are starting to spike; so my nudges also serve as a reminder that she's not alone. I think the smile she gives me every time I poke her back or her side means I'm doing alright.
This section of Canterlot, the entryway, is shared with the Gatehouse for on-hoof entry, and is highly decorated; but there's little in the way of booths or anything to draw long term attention, just posted Guards, keep everyone moving.
The Hotel, the name of which Dinky reads off out loud every ten seconds or so, is apparently just off the main road; lower traffic without being too far from the actual meat of the Fair itself is the gamble here.
"Exciting stuff, huh?" I ask Derpy; she's glancing around, trying to take in everything without taking an eye off Dinky.
"...Yeah, it's really pretty." She nods, though she's heavily distracted. She might already have too much on her plate, trying to juggle too much.
I lean down, using my free arm to nudge her wing. She blinks, looking up at me.
Derpy looks like she wants to dismiss the idea, but her gaze settles on my smile. She sighs, a relieved smile of her own taking her face, and the feathery soft wing meets my hand; I'm gentle as I hold onto the largest of the end-feathers. Hand-Wing holding with a Pegasus. Not something I ever saw myself doing, but now, definitely something I could see myself doing more of.
Dinky squeaks, suddenly taking a hard left into a side-street, narrowly avoiding bumping into several pairs of Pony legs. "Almost there!" She announces, hardly waiting for us to follow her. The buildings were tall, stone-foundations and wooden bracings, several archways overhanging the street, and each boasting plenty of signs and tapestries. Compared to Ponyville, it was nice to see everything actually had a verbal name, and not just a picture sign. Mostly.
The East-Side Equine Estate, predictably, has a sign depicting a solid silhouette of a Pony, surrounded by a horseshoe, with a large E cut out of the center. Sturdy pillars border its Pony-high fence, nestled alongside the other large buildings. A pretty chunky looking hotel, with a good half-dozen floors. It's bigger than I was expecting; and I think the same goes for Derpy, the way her eyes go wide.
Dinky folds up the pamphlet, handing it back to her mom as we cross through the open, archway-styled door.
The interior is styled off a mix of cream and a dark emerald, accented with a deep chocolate, with a long carpet leading from entrance to help-desk. There's a sizable lounge leading up to to said desk; all designed around being open and accommodating, for any of the three Pony tribes. On the left side, a Pool can be seen through a glass door, though most of it is out of sight. There's an open banquet area down the right, and behind the desk on each side, are the stairs. Balconies encircle the entirely on the inner, higher-level areas, maintaining a very open feeling for Pegasi to simply fly to their floor.
"Hello!" A chipper voice calls out from the desk, coming from a mint-green fur and speckled-brown maned Pony. They're wearing a button-collared shirt, hooves leant up on the desk.
Dinky, ever the cheerful little socialite, waves excitedly as we cross the lobby.
"Welcome to the East-Side Equine Estate -- did you have a reservation?" The chipper pony smiles; even as their gaze rises up to me. I don't even see a twitch in their expression. Professional.
"Uh, no -- we were told that walk-ins were alright? We didn't have time to send a reservation ahead." Derpy informs; a nervous flicker to her ears. I think this place looks a lot more expensive than she was expecting.
The desk-pony starts scrawling through a clipboard, tut-tuting and tapping a hoof. Page flip. Page flip. Page flip.
"Hmmmmmm....." They hum. Derpy glances up at me, nervously. I just offer a shrug. There's other hotels around, worst comes to worst. Might have to check a few, with the close time-frame, but--
"Ah! We did have a cancelation; single Alicorn-Size suite, complete with in-suite complimentary bar and deluxe shower. One of the visiting presenters for the Career Fair couldn't make it, unfortunately; but quite fortunate for you! That's the only room we have available." They kindly inform, all the pages flipping back down.
Now Derpy looks at me with a very different worry worn on her face. First problem, that room was, for absolutely sure, outside of her budget. I don't think she's paid for anything with the word 'Deluxe' in it before, considering how her ears drooped when she heard the word. A room with a built in complimentary bar? On a Mail-mares budget? Not to mention the second problem; three of us. One bed. Dinky wasn't quite the issue here; I think the Filly would nap with either of us. But that was... a significant leap in our relationship, sharing a bed for a night.
"Are you certain there's nothing else?" Derpy tries to ask, stepping forward; but the clerk shakes their head.
"On such short notice, I'm afraid not, Ma'am. The single bed is not the issue, is it? I apologize if I had assumed that you and your husband would take issue with -- " They begin to inform, Derpy's eyes flashing wide at the word 'Husband'.
...Well, I'm not about to let this trip ruin itself before we've even had a chance to put our bags down.
Before the train ride, I would've found more issue with sharing a room like that. That was kind of a big step, you know; not for me, I literally just bummed my room to a Griffon for like, a week straight. More so for Derpy; I didn't want to push her into anything uncomfortable.
But the way she so willingly comforted me on the train? I had a feeling, and I was going to play off it.
Also, this would be kind of funny.
"Why, Darling; why worry? It sounds delightful." I speak up suddenly, enjoying a particularly snobby accent. Dinky stifles a giggle, Derpy looking at me with sheer confusion; the clerk, however, ever the professional, locks in on me the moment I start speaking.
"Tell me about this room, and the services it implores, if you would be so kind." I wobble my head, trying to sound like the stick up my ass was threatening to exit from the other end.
"Anon, what are you -- " Derpy starts, but the Clerk is bold.
"Of course, Sir; for a simple 35 bits a night, we bequeath our guests with a complimentary breakfast, free access to the facilities, which include our delightful Pool and closed-off garden -- and for the suite available, a hostess bar for your own personal serving, with associated prices listed on the drinks. That doesn't even include the Deluxe-scale shower, which I might add -- may very well be a must for one of your stature." The clerk lists off. Derpy's entire demeanor seems to droop at the list, further as it grows.
That... hm. I don't think even I've paid for any of that kind of shit before. I'd buy plaid shirts and jeans, not rooms with built-in bars.
But I steal a side-glance at Derpy. For her? For that Filly of hers? I could do that. Wouldn't be pretty on my wallet; might have to play it light for a week or two when we get home -- but that sounded worth it, to me.
"And if I were to request extra blankets and pillows?" I respond, offering an expectant eyebrow raise.
Dinky is watching our conversation like a tennis match, glancing back and forth, grinning. Derpy does the same, though very much not grinning.
Derpy is staring at me now, realizing what I'm about to do.way too much! I can't--" She whisper-hisses.
"Of course, sir. Any remediation you or yours may require, for your... and I mean the utmost respect, but your unique physiology , we will be glad to handle in whatever capacity we can." The clerk affirms, nodding.
Honestly, they had me sold with the service. Maybe I wouldn't mind some pampering myself. A room actually built to fit me? Unheard of.
"Do us in for the weekend, would you? We'll be staying for the Fair. Oh, and you're still doing breakfast, yes?" I ponder, pompously, as I pull the bits from my bag.
"Absolutely. Hall opposite of the pool." They gesture with a hoof; displaying a quaint little banquet hall, with a few Ponies picking through the buffet tables. "It's open until ten in the AM." The Clerk nods, sliding our room key forward once by bits hit the desk. Some of the furniture in my house costed less, and I swear I can feel how much lighter I am without that chunk of change.
"Wonderful. Shall we, Darling?" I say sweetly; letting a little Rarity tinge my impression. Dinky is right on my heels, practically vibrating with excitement.
Derpy trails after, a defeated, yet troubled expression sat on her face.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 21 - East-Side Equine Estate
The door clicks shut behind us. Third floor, end of the hall, corner suite, room 33. View wasn't anything amazing, especially compared to the room itself; just a pair of windows showing a side street and some buildings, with the bustling crowds and festivities. That wasn't the draw of the room, though. That was the elaborate, wide bed that took up the middle of the room, practically the centerpiece. It looked big enough for me to sprawl out completely on, and be unable to touch each end.
Sure, there was a pair of chairs, a table, a dresser, some light room-filling furniture like candles and such; but between that, and the elaborate bar that ran alongside the adjacent wall to the door, the priorities to this room were pretty clear. A good quarter of the room was dedicated to the bathroom, squared away just to the right of the entrance, opposite the bar.
I sling my pack off my back, dropped near the foot of the bed, the luggage I was carrying for Derpy soon following, nestled in place. Dinky is excitedly bouncing around the large room; oggling and looking at everything. Even the bathroom was sizable, once I got a chance to peek my head in. With a big shower wide enough to soak a Celestia-sized Pony, shower head mantled directly overhead, I couldn't help but whistle. Poorly, on account of my cheek.
"Anon. This is -- why? This is way too much, a-and one bed? I -- I mean, you didn't even correct them, w-we aren't--" Derpy starts to ramble, stood just behind me.
"Honestly, thirty-something bits for a room right beside the Fair street, day of the Fair? Pretty good." I muse, shutting the bathroom.
"Not thirty-five, SEVENTY! FOR THE WHOLE WEEKEND! I-- you know I can't--" She exclaims, holding a hoof to her head with worry, breathing getting faster.
I kneel down, wobbling a little as I balance, and start to help her take off her purse-bag, sliding the luggage aside.I did. My treat. I warned you I was going to pamper you." I tease softly, leaning close. "And the bed is why I asked for extra pillows and blankets. You'll have to forgive me for the one room, but bed's all for you and Dinky."
She looks at me with those same, big, concerned eyes I've come to get lost inside.
"Told you, I'd be doing everything I can to make sure you and Dinky have a good time. And I'm pretty used to sleeping on things that aren't beds, at this point." I reassure. One of those chairs had my name written all over it. Just had to figure out which was the comfier one. One for putting my feet up, one for reclining into. Classic maneuver of the beliefs, a timeless choice.
"But w-we could have gone to another hotel..." She tries to protest. Too little, too late, bubble-butt.
"And waste time Hotel-hopping the day the Fair is starting? Nah, that's sheer luck we got this canceled room. Sounds like someone just has to get used to getting spoiled, like the gorgeous mare they are." I tease -- slowly, I raise a hand to stroke her cheek. She watches my hand, melting into it as my palm presses against her.
"You... I don't feel comfortable, letting you waste all these bits. A-and you know we're not going to get drunk or anything while we're here, right? Do you... do that kind of stuff?" She asks tentatively. I'm starting to realize just how many worries this sweet thing had bottled up; how many things she worries about on the daily. Even between us. She's making a big step of trust, even if she's fostering a lot of doubts.
"How could it be a waste when it's spent on the one Mare that deserves it? Big room, close access to the Fair -- bar is an unplanned plus, and that Pool sounds nice for the end of the day. And I'm a flavor-drink guy, myself. Might try a sip from something, otherwise... no, I don't like going too far. Don't like the loss of control." I admit, smiling; trying to reassure. Me and drink weren't a combination I was a fan of.
Derpy seems to search my face for a long moment, eventually closing her eyes. She steps forward, lifting her head from my hand, and nuzzling her head into my neck.
I kiss the top of her head softly.
A long, wistful sigh escapes Derpy; she pulls back slightly, and kisses me. A quick peck, right on the lips. She looks relieved.
"Flatterer. You call me crashing through your window the best thing?"
"Absolutely; stuck your butt right in my face. How could I not --" I tease, earning a playful smack on the shoulder for my games.
"That's enough out of you. As fun as it would be to sit here and flirt all day; you remember why we're here? Your promise?" She chastises; still smiling.
"Sure do. What's on the planner? Breakfast, then hit the Fair?"
"They did say it was compli--cocomentary!" Dinky squeaks loudly from the bed, bouncing on it; no matter where she aims, she sinks into the massive mattress, before launching several feet up into the air, giggling all the while. A stern but playful glance from Derpy gets her settled, sinking into the cushions.
"They sure did, Dinkster. Hungry?" I call over; the Filly nods rapidly, struggling to emerge from the depths of the bed, clawing forward with her hooves like she was fighting for her life in a pit of quicksand.
I turn back to Derpy, her face still close.little pampering included."
She smiles at me, using her wings to pull me into another kiss -- this one lasts a little longer, a little breathier.
"Of course." I affirm -- only to feel a Filly tackle my back, leaning around me. The Dinkster escapes her sleepy-bound bonds.
"Stop mushing faces and let's GOOO! I'm HUNGRY!" Dinky complains loudly, getting an awkward cough out of me and Derpy, throwing each-other amused looks as we part, myself standing. Dinky dangles from me, wriggling.
I reach around myself, grabbing up Dinky like a football, swinging her around to my front.
"They shall know Dinky; for she will be the tallest." I hear the little filly mutter, as she starts to clamber up out of my grip, to my shoulders. I reaffirm the concerned glance from Derpy as she settles in, clinging to my neck.
"Settled in, oh tallest Monarch of Height?" I playfully ask, making sure she's got a good wrap-around of my neck. She's partially tucked into my jacket, helping keep her in place.
"Yes!" She beams, kicking her little hooves in excitement.
I can't tell what squeezed my heart more; how adorable this filly was being, or the approving look Derpy gave me after.
Well, Dinky's not coming down anytime soon. We're down in the Banquet area, which is fairly quiet, mind for a few individuals and small groups, most having already hit breakfast. Despite not getting the first wave of goods, we've got a good selection.
I'm leant over in front of the breakfast buffet tables, letting Dinky ogle the selections as she hums, deep in thought.
"Pancake, or Waffle?" I hear her mutter. Truly, a debate for only the wisest Philosophers.
If Ponies ate meat, I'd introduce this kid to chicken nuggets. Probably get a kick out of those.
Speaking of meat -- the Clerk apologized, but since this establishment was themed for caring and comforting Equines specifically, they didn't have any meat on selection. At this point, I never expect it on any menu. I'm just glad they put in tall ceilings for the Pegasi that want to fly, so I'm not cracking my skull on doorframes.
Which brings a thought to mind, as another Pegasi flaps over the banquet line to join another at a table. Comparatively, Derpy only seems to fly when she's running her route, otherwise she prefers walking. My guess is because of her accident-prone-ness and precaution, but I'm not gonna bring it up. I like when she walks alongside me.
I think I've thought it before -- but she's sturdy for a Pegasi. They're usually more lithe, athletic. My guess was between mixed parents, and her physically-orientated career. She isn't outright toned; but I don't often see her break a sweat, and she's got some meat on her bones, hints of muscle visible when she does certain things.
Especially in the flank. Of which she catches me staring at it. Like, at this exact moment. Had to keep myself busy while Dinky peruses for herself, anyhow.
A playful huff escapes her, teeth currently holding one of the buffets paper plates.
I slowly smile, my eyes not moving. Her eyebrows furrow.buffhey fhood." She clarifies; I make an exaggerated 'Ohhh', smiling -- and I see the corners of her mouth crease upward, shaking her head.
Dinky decides, in a brilliant move, to take both; as well as several sugary confectioneries, packing it in while the getting is good. Truly, a revolutionary in the field of greater thinking. Her plate sits on the top of my head, held securely by her magic. I don't ask why she can't just float it beside us; such would be treason. It's clear, as she is the self-proclaimed Princess of the Tall, I am but her loyal table.
Derpy seems intent on dabbling, too; she's got some things a little too leafy-green for my own taste, and a muffin. I don't think either of them get to eat out very much, and on Derpy's budget, I don't they can afford to mix things up a lot. That's a mixed feeling for me.
Now that I'm working for Rarity, I'm making enough bits to live comfortably; but that's kind of a luxury job, and I don't actually know anything about Derpy's budget or cost of living. Just that she's alluded to it not being very much. But that's not a topic that's any of my business asking. If she wants to tell me, she will; instead, I'll continue to plan enjoyable Sundays, making new foods together for breakfast, and pampering her and her kid where I can.
Myself, my plate is loaded with one of the few Pony food items I can actually stand. Potato wedges. Whole plate of the fuckers.
I don't even dip into the sweets; I'm astounded these horses don't all have diabetes, the way they inhale sugar, but my sweet tooth died months ago, and rarely resurfaces. I'm glad, because it would have been my teeth and blood pressure that died instead, if it didn't go first. I think the last sugary thing I ate was that Milkshake from our Cafe date.
We find our way to an empty table; it takes some convincing to get Dinky to relinquish her shoulders-throne, but the promise that she can return when she's done eating seems to do it, settling her down beside her mom. There's only a few other groups actually still in the breakfast area, most already shuffling out for the Fair. The dining room itself is quite pretty; not as elaborate as the lobby, but it shifts the bright cream color for a darker, warmer tone to inspire comfort.
"So what's the game plan -- start at one end of the road, and just bumble between Booths?" I ask, shoveling wedges into my waiting mouth. I tend to chew with my right teeth more; less of a mess that way.
"I was thinking we try going down one side of the street today, come back, then tomorrow, go down the other way." Derpy fields, chewing at her own food.
"Or we just see where we end up!" Dinky offers, half a waffle dangling out of her mouth, syrup dribbling. Her fork floats around her head, tinted in her little lavender glow.
"Oh, Dinky -- " Derpy mutters, looking for a napkin.
I've already got mine, leaning over to grab Dinky's squishy little face, getting the schmutz off her cheeks once she's got the chunk of waffle out of her mouth, and back on the plate.
Her face scrunches, trying to resist; but she's not match for the schmutz-cleaner, the syrup quickly defeated.
"Slow down, Dinky. It isn't going anywhere." Derpy chuckles, shaking her head. She gives me a thankful look.
"But I WANNA GO!" Dinky exclaims, pouting. Think that nap on the train is backfiring.
Can't fault the kid for being excited, though; her Mom's been gassing her up about the trip for a while now, I'd bet.
"You won't get to see the Fair at all if you choke on your food, either; cut your food up first." Derpy warns, throwing in a little of that stern voice.
"Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaay." Dinky drones out, using her magic to start sawing the waffle into smaller chunks.
I give Derpy an approving, pursed-lip nod, throwing in a playful golf-clap for her firm parenting.
"Don't you start." She teases, shaking her head.
Breakfast went good, and quickly. With our belongings stored safely in the room, other than the necessities, we were ready to hit the Career Fair; Derpy had her little purse bag, and I had what I needed in my pockets. Dinky had her vibrant, syrup-fueled personality.
Said Dinky was back up on my shoulders, her little hooves stuck on my head; her cheeky little grin plastered on her face.
"Are you sure you're alright with her being up there?" Derpy asks, looking up at her daughter as she trots beside me. We clear the entrance to the hotel, heading back up the side road towards the Fair proper. The distant ambience of conversation and excitement is already audible.
"She weighs like, nothing. You Ponies are way lighter than I ever expected. And I've got a good grip on her." I nod, giving the Dinkster a little poke in the side as I hold her back-hooves, tucked on each side of my neck. She giggles, wiggling in place.
"Plus, A tier view of the whole place. But if you want her staring at Pony butt the whole Fair, I can put her down." I tease.
"Ewww!" Dinky sticks her tongue out.
"Only if you're alright with it. Dinky -- try not to move around too much, okay?" Derpy warns, and Dinky nods enthusiastically, instantly doing the opposite.
We exit out of the opposite end of the side street we'd entered originally, and hit the main stretch of the Fair. And it is packed.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
To say the main street was packed? Actually, a massive understatement. They weren't kidding about Ponies visiting from everywhere for this thing.
Booths line both sides of the sizable Canterlot main road; the stonework host to cloth-covered tables, and stands presenting every bit of tidbit any pony could fit on there. Each booth has its own gathering and shifting crowd, each demonstrating their own unique draw.
The street lamps and buildings are decorated with strings of flags and banners that stretch between the other, big posters and artworks mantled on any open space. Very few of them are actually decorated to match any one booth, mostly just being the usual flair that's laid out for events or festivals.
The Castle, usually the distant epicenter of attention, the entrance just up a few upturned roads, was difficult to see past all the fanfare. The sky was also filled with Pegasi, spelling out advertisements and the like; pretty sure there's some kind of O-shape cloud up there, with a few Pegasi circling it. Wonder what that's for.
The crowd is a constant flow down the center, heading up and down the road, while smaller groups break off to check what each little section has to offer. Ponies from all over are here, gathered for the weekend; Nobles mix with regular Ponyfolk, some with clothes or outfits, some dressed up matching their jobs.
It's a lot. Pretty overstimulating, too.
But, I've got a little pair of hooves brushing my ears, and a familiar grey wing reaches up to keep in touch with me, so we don't get lost in the roaming crowds; it helps keep me rooted.
I look down to Derpy, who looks about as overwhelmed as I am with the whole affair. Standing around isn't going to accomplish much.
"That one!" She squeaks, a little lavender hoof sticking out past my face as she jabs forward, leaning against my head.
And away we go.
Well, the first one she pointed out was the Longmane Lumberjack Association; a Lumber operation showcasing their newest axes and wood-cutting techniques. Primarily Earth Ponies, Pegasi and Unicorns had some unique options for job types under their care, mostly related to safety using their wings or magic. Derpy is a little confused why Dinky chose this one first; but that clears up the way her eyes are glued to the axes.
They even had a stack of logs for interested parties to try and take a swing at, getting a good swing of the axes and making a fun thing out of it. Ponies that actually got through the log were given a hat, with the company logo stamped on the front.
Not sure if Derpy should be worried that Dinky locked in on Axes first thing out of the Fair, but, at least the kid had good taste. Solid blue-collar work right there; couldn't go wrong with that.
My hikes and hunting trips had taught me a thing or two about scavenging with a handaxe, and I've chopped wood before; but the scale of Lumber work was beyond me. Dinky was a little young to get a chance to swing one of their test-axes around herself, but she showed such an excitement for absorbing everything they were willing to tell her about the stuff, they gave her a hat anyway. It was a smidge too big for her, sitting slanted on her head.
Derpy sighs in relief; axe-wielding can come later, when she's a little bigger. Or, as Derpy would prefer, never.
Pit stop a Candy Apple booth; some younger looking Ponies are working the stand, selling Apples dipped in a variety of things. Chocolate, Caramel, Sprinkles -- they even have Deep Fried? Damn, just like home.
Dinky is ravishing one of the Candy Apples in my right ear, so I have to remember to sweep off crumbs off my shoulder every few moments. Derpy and I split one ourselves, passing it back and forth. She kind of wanted one, but didn't want to get a whole one to herself, so I agreed to share it with her.
Her wings do this adorable little twitchy-flap thing whenever she takes a bite. She ends up eating most of it; couldn't help it, I was having too much fun watching her eat it, and like hell I was gonna say anything about it.
Color me surprised to find some Griffons; it wasn't one of the stalls that Dinky pointed out, only noticing it myself while passing it by. They're not hosting a particularly popular booth, at the moment; wonder if that's because they're Griffons, or the topic of their stall. Their banner reads the Griffonia East-Coast Expeditionary Fishing Foundation. Quite the mouthful. Or beak-full, in this case.
I pause beside it, Dinky tilting off my head in equal curiosity. Most of the Ponies were giving them a wide berth; but I think Dinky got used to Dina real quick, as I find the filly politely waving to them.
The Griffon manning (griffoning?) the front of the booth seems surprised at the attention, waving a talon back. Derpy trails back up behind us, curious.
The Griffon is more than happy to explain; apparently, they're permitted to fish along the Eastern Equestria coastline thanks to a trade treaty, since Ponies don't really consume fish-products. Part of the treaty let's them not only bring Griffons from Griffonia over, but also hire Ponies; so they try to participate in the Career Fair to spread awareness and promote positive interspecies relations. They don't often get much interest, but the treaty plays an important part in Pony-Griffin peacetime relations.
The best part? They had samples. I got some weird looks for the noises I made when I finally got to taste proper, cooked fish again. Oh, it has been too long. Doing any kind of survivalist harvesting that wasn't just fruits or nuts was a pain; Fluttershy was a natural ward to any actual attempt at hunting or fishing, the way she'd throw out those big sad eyes. Didn't help that everything in the forest was borderline sapient. I guess not fish, though.
Derpy, surprisingly, actually tried some. Ponies have a heavy bias towards a Vegetarian / Herbivore diet, but, are capable of consuming some meats, apparently. She didn't seem quite the fan. Dinky, as politely as possible, stuck her tongue out and made a 'Bleh' noise, not interested. I don't think the Griffons were offended; I think they just enjoyed the interaction, waving goodbye as we carried on. I liked Griffons.
The Food theme continued as Dinky pioneered me forward, charting new waters as a shoulder-sat little Captain. The next few booths seemed to be set up almost in competition of the other; two cooking schools, making trays of samples while each of the respective Head Chefs explained their unique curriculum to the interested Ponies; who got looped into listening on the free snacks.
One read the Vanhoover Dining Experience, a Culinary School & Restaurant Combo that boasted how Ponies would get hooves-on experience working in a respected establishment, producing Vanhoover's finest. Their Ponies are decked in navy-blue chef uniforms, and have a more Metropolitan flair to their style.
In contrast, the Canterlot Culinary School is repping it's home-court in sleek white uniforms, boasting their Noble setup in comparison, making elaborate and likely expensive dishes, with relatively smaller portions.
One shows city-food, one shows noble-food, and visiting Ponies get to snack on both while they glare at each-other from across their booths, throwing petty insults, competitive glares and, what I assume to be, rude pony gestures along the way.
A win-win for everybody. Derpy herself seems more partial to Vanhoover's more substantial 'food for the working pony', while Dinky's eyes go wide for the elaborate, fancy upper-class Canterlot plating. Neither are serving potato wedges, so I don't really care, myself.
I don't think cooking is in the cards for Dinky, though; Derpy tried to prompt Dinky to check out each, but the only thing she was intent on 'checking out' were the sample platters, making me reach and lift snacks up to her for her to try. Doesn't seem like Dinky is the competitive type; probably why neither of the schools actually caught her interest.
Further ahead was another fancier booth, dedicated to taking up two entire stalls themselves; rather than food, though, their 'samples' involved a small, continual orchestral performance, most of their dedicated space set up for the small band sat in a semi-circle, the Conductor taking moments in between performances to answer questions and hand out pamphlets.
The Manehatten Musical Academy; specializing in String, Brass and Wind instruments. Though a quick glance at their pamphlet showed they had courses and classes for most mainline instruments, for those with a less career-centric, and more hobby-focused interest. I heard a few requests to try some of the instruments, but thankfully, they're pretty stingy about doing anything more than showing them off, pulling them back whenever an excited foal or pony tries to reach for them. I think they even write out a 'Do-Not-Touch' sign, slapping it to the front of their booth. My ears appreciated that.
The way I catch Derpy watching the Orchestra, leaning back and forth with the music, gives me a date idea that I mentally tuck away for later; giving her a night to be a fancy mare might be a good move. Dinky is just waiting for the cymbalist to crash his cymbals together, throwing her hooves up and cheering every time he does. It's a good thing I'm hanging onto her back legs, or she'd have thrown herself backwards off of me already. The cymbalist seems to appreciate having a fan.
We stop for another break, finding an open bench; good to get a moment to rest my leg. It's already nearing noon, and today, time is flying. There's so much going on, with the Ponies, the noises, the stalls, the confectionaries, the patrols. Dinky isn't even heavy, but maneuvering around so many Ponies takes some effort. We haven't even made much distance from the hotel, with it still just being a few streets over; there's just so many booths and so much going on. For every one we pass that doesn't interest us, another three get us to pause and check them out.
Dinky still doesn't want to come down off my shoulders. She's having a blast up there, wriggling back and forth, hooves held against the sides of my head, funny little logger cap sitting on her head. They'd cut a hole out of the front of it for Unicorns, so her horn sticks out of it.
Derpy settles in beside me, curling up on the bench and enjoying the breather. She's been doing really good avoiding bumping into ponies; having me around to keep an eye on Dinky means she can let her focus slip without worry.
Across from us, there's a stall dedicated to the Royal Guard; they've got a recruitment station, where interested Ponies can take a shot at a summarized, compartmentalized version of the Royal Guard Entry Exam. They've got weights on a sled to pull, a pull-up bar (watching the Ponies try to use it... I have to ignore how odd it is for their physiology, or my head is going to start hurting), a square set aside for sparring with padded weapons, the whole works. A few of the Royal Guard are posted to it, making light conversation with some of the Ponies waiting in line to give the little course a shot.
A more decorated Royal Guard, with a plume flared back over his helmet, currently shouts, motivates and berates some of the Ponies mid-trial. One dangles from the pullup-bar, struggling to get up. Another has done a few push-ups, and is already gasping for breath. I guess most of the Ponies stamina came from their movement, not bursts of effort like this; it's not like Canterlot is the center for labor-centric jobs either.
I've been to Canterlot a few times, but it's hard to recognize any of the guards; they have an enchantment on their armor that makes them look similar, or something. Wasn't really paying attention to that info-dump from Twilight. I try to, but I was a little whelmed that day. I think one of them is staring at me, though.
"You said you were in something like the Royal Guard, right?" I hear Derpy ask; she's been watching them too, glancing at me. "Did they do this kind of thing too?"
"Army, yeah. Recruitment drives are constant; they'd show up to schools, run ads, the works. Always looking for fresh bodies. Wasn't as glamorous or prolific as these guys, though." I explain, gesturing across the road to the guards.
Honestly, they reminded me of those Queens Guard in England, the way they're usually posted about, almost like they were more about discipline and image. I didn't doubt they were capable, though; they had these Ponies sweating.
Dinky pats my head several times.
I snort, shaking my head. I'd generally kept up with my fitness, but I was not in my army prime; pretty sure the general lack of red meat didn't help much either.
"No, I've done my time. Never sparred with a Pony, anyway; they'd probably just buck my knees, and I'd fold like a sack of bricks." I joke, getting a giggle out of Dinky. Getting into a tussle with a creature whose main force of power was angled perfectly between my knees, and my crotch, wasn't my idea of a good time.
Though I'd be lying if I hadn't thought about the process numerous times. Maybe if I had a long stick or something, though. I could win the reach game. Or throw a rock. My ancestors were good at that. If I got one in a chokehold, they were probably done for.
"I think you'd do better than you give yourself credit for." Derpy says softly, placing her hoof on my thigh, interrupting me from my very uncommon, definitely not usual thoughts.
"Sweet; but nah. If I keep myself bathed in critical self-doubt, I won't be disappointed when I fail, and I'll be pleasantly surprised if I succeed." I impart wisely, getting a bemused scoff from Derpy.
"Inspiring." She snorts. "Don't teach that to my daughter."
"What about you? Get into any sports or that kind of a thing as a foal?" I ask; one hand still gripped on the excited wriggler leaning on my head, I place my other hand on Derpy's outstretched hoof.
I catch her gaze looking upwards, towards the clouds wistfully. She hums softly.
"Mommy was FAST." I hear Dinkster whisper in my ear, opposite of Derpy; like it was a secret. It takes Derpy a second, but she lets out a long, memory-ridden sigh, still staring upward.
"When I was a Filly, I lived in Cloudsdale with my Dad, attending an advanced flight-school; Rainbow Dash went to the same one, actually. Cloudsdale's Program For The Prodigal Pegasi. For a Pegasus, it's all about flying. Not just speed, but control, turns, endurance, high-flying, low-flying; Pegasi who could excel in one of those categories, or multiple, had several real opportunities line up for them." She explains, still cloud-gazing. "Weather Control, the Weather Factory, Sky-Flying Fire-Fighting; even the Wonderbolts. You know what those are, right?"
I nod. I've seen one of their shows. From the ground, but still, quite the stuff. Really reminiscent to those Airshows at home; minus the giant metal machines blast their way through the sky. I won't say it aloud; but I thought it was cooler with the jets. Sure, the Ponies can stop in place and bank pretty hard, but they don't have that roar when they soar past the crowd, the power you feel from that engine.
"Every month, there would be competitions in those various categories, getting Pegasi to train up their various skills, almost like an exam. One month, top speed. The next, turn control. Honestly, the Academic side has always taken a back-hoof in Cloudsdale schools." She continues to explain, glancing between me, and a group of Pegasi that soar over the buildings. Sounds like a sports scholarship back on earth. "And I was... well, top of my class, actually, if you can believe it." She admits, a little bashfully.
"I believe it. I've seen you go--you get some speed. Well, until you hit my couch, but you haven't missed yet." I grin, and she gives me a coy look. "Probably the opposite in Unicorn schools, yeah?" I offer, curious as I point to the Dinkster on my shoulders. Derpy nods.
"I think so. Don't see why they'd need to focus physical things like Earth or Pegasus Ponies." She agrees. "Though right now, her schooling is general academia. History, Mathematics, Science. I'd love to get her into a Unicorn School, though."
"All-in on the Magic." I also agree.
I hear Dinky whisper "Because magic is the best." in my ear. Cheeky.
"But how did that end up with you being a Mail-Mare in Ponyville?" I ask, shifting my position and leaning my prosthetic leg across my other knee, taking the weight off.
"Well... Raindow and I--" She purses her lips, contemplating. Reminiscing? "...I got too cocky, and took a turn harder than I should have. For that month, it was an obstacle course; they'd put up things for us to dive around, through, avoid, routes to find the fastest path. Which meant for the first time, it wasn't just clouds on the track. We were the advanced course, after all -- we should've been ready for it. I, should have been ready for it." She explains, one of her Hooves roaming to her head. She lifts her Mane, showing her scalp; where there's the faintest, faded scar buried in her fur, right where her forehead meets mane, above her eyebrow.
"I hit one of those obstacles hard enough, and I went from second place on the last lap; to waking up in the hospital. The nurse said I burst a blood vessel behind my eye, smacked my head trying to bank too hard on the turn. Recovery took a while, and I didn't heal quite right. I couldn't... keep up, anymore, and I didn't know why. Found out why, later though; I got diagnosed with Strabismus, and it slowly kept getting worse." She sighs, swallowing. A heavy topic for her, I'm sure. "Couldn't quite keep up like I used to; Rainbow Dash overtook me as lead prospect, and my Dad--" She pauses.
"...Once I fell down enough of the rankings, I moved to Ponyville with my Mom a not long after. Got a job in town, same one she had; been a Mail-Mare since." Derpy finishes, looking up at me. She seems at peace with it, at least, to some degree.
I move my hand from resting on her hoof, to her cheek, stroking it with my thumb.
There's that bashful smile; but it's weak, tinged with sadness. She shakes her head, leaning into my hand and nuzzling my palm.
Across from us, one of the Royal Guards posted at their Recruitment Booth, whispers to the one that had been looking in our direction. They nod, trotting and merging into the crowd, heading for the castle.
After that nice break, and fairly deep, interpersonal moment, we're back on the move. The Fair is well into full swing, the sun overhead peering through the clouds. Besides advertisements and whatever that elongated donut cloud is, they're arranged to try and provide a few spots of shade, since a fair amount of Ponies were probably going to be out and about for long stretches. Derpy is back to my side, hip bumping into my leg every few moments, Dinky still clinging to me on my shoulders.
One of the Booths makes me double-take; for a second, I thought I saw Nurse Redheart, but its another Mare dressed similarly, with a near-same coat color.
Their Booth a big red cross, the Hoof N' Heart Hospital is apparently offering courses to those interested in the medical fields, granting direct internship to learn alongside the best. They've got a few demonstrations of the tools they use, showing them off to interested members, and describing their locations and work they do.
"Any interest in being a Nurse, Dinkster? Or a Doctor. Neurosurgeon? Therapist?" I ask aloud, peeking up out of the corner of my eye as I ramble out pricy college-degree jobs. Dinky leans down into my view, pursing her lips.
"Hmmmmm..." She hums dramatically. "I dunno."
"If you become a Neurosurgeon, you can poke at peoples brains." I advise, getting an interested nod from the filly.
"People usually enter Medical professions to help people, Dinky." Derpy informs, glancing up. Dinky shakes her head.
"Nah. Brain-poking sounds cooler." She affirms; we share a hoof-fist bump, at Derpy's expense.
Derpy sighs, shaking her head, laughing softly. As long as her daughter was engaged and having a good time, than Derpy was happy too.
As we're walking, I notice there's a distinct lack of a grey-colored flank bumping into my leg every few moments, and a certain Dinkster tugging at my ears. That's not right. Where'd my favorite flank go? I squint, pausing and turning.
Derpy is stopped a few feet back, staring wistfully at something. It's the Wonderbolt's Recruitment Booth. There's a few of those tracksuit-wearing high-fliers sat around a table; a few pamphlets, photos of notable fliers. And funny enough, a familiar head of rainbow-colored mane. They've got a sign pointing upwards; hanging pretty low, close to the houses, is that weird O-shaped cloud I saw earlier. It clicks, as I see Pegasi appear now and then from the edges of it; it's a racing course for the winged Ponies.
I meander back beside Derpy, watching as Rainbow Dash darts upward, off to test the track herself.
"Wanna give it a lap?" I say aloud, glancing down at her. She startles, snapping out of her stare, quickly shaking her head.
"No, no. I couldn't. We're here for Dinky. Come on, let's--" Derpy starts, quick to shut the idea down, turning to start walking again. Dinky taps my shoulder. I step in front of her, blocking her.
She glances up at me, a mixture of confusion, and a frown settling on her face. I speak up before she can say anything.
"I'm not gonna sit here and try to force you, or anything. I get it. The doubt. The time that's passed. But whose to say you can't just... take five minutes, and run that track for old times? I know how damn good of a flyer you are." I encourage, giving her a reassuring smile. I meant it, too; I wouldn't try to force her. If she wanted to go, we'd go. But it's not like opportunities like these, for things that have passed, rear their head very often.
Dinky nods rampantly on top of my head, all for the idea. Derpy doesn't seem so easily convinced.
"Anon, these are recruitment drives. They're looking for candidates . Young, fresh candidates. Not old Mares like me." She objects, shaking her head.
"Old Mare? Right." I snort. "You know that these are as much for spreading awareness and building local rapport, as they are for actually recruiting? It's about having fun, getting Ponies involved, getting Ponies interested. They don't care; look at that guy." I point -- an older Pegasi couple are already on their way up to check the track out, being escorted by one of the Wonderbolts.
"Well, I... I can't just leave you and Dinky down here. This is supposed to be about Dinky, and neither of you even have any wings --" She continues to try and protest, but her retorts continue to weaken and falter.
"You cool with waiting for your Mom while she rocks the track, Dinkster?" I interrupt, jostling el Dinkadore.
"What, wait for my Mom to win, like, all the first places?" She nods again, grinning. "Get 'em, Mom!" Dinky beams, pointing a hoof towards the Wonderbolt booth.
Derpy sighs, looking between the two of us. With hesitation, her gaze slowly shifts, staring up again. I follow her stare -- the rainbow blur of a particularly memorable pony is visible, darting in and out of the clouds. For a second, I was worried it might off put her; but I think I see a twinkle of a competitive side of Derpy that I haven't seen before. Her wings are twitching, nose glued to the same directions as Rainbow Dash. Even when she isn't visible, Derpy's stare matches her, right in the right place whenever she peeks out from the cloud. Derpy's still got that little bit of a spark in her.
"Go for it, Derpy. I've got the Dinkster. We'll stay nearby, peruse the close booths. Think I saw something about Unicorns a few booths up." I push, for that final nudge. Go for it, Derpy.
"...You sure? Promise?" She asks quietly. I can see how she's practically raring to go. She might deny herself a lot of things; but she deserves this.
"Go for it, beautiful. Show 'em what you've got." I smile; how could I not.
Derpy's wings unfurl, taking to the air -- in a moment, she's already in my face. She reaches up past me, and plants a kiss on Dinky's forehead, getting a giggle from the Filly; when I find her hooves grabbing the side of my head next, followed by a big, wet smack on my face, smiling. Beaming, practically.
"Like we'll be hard to spot. Knock 'em out of the sky, Derpy." I nod, smile still glued to my face.
She flaps over to the booth; it's a short conversation, and in moments, one of the Wonderbolts is is escorting her up; and for a moment, they fall behind, having to kick it up a notch to keep up, surprising them. Oh shit.
"...I bet she could've gone pro." I mutter aloud.
"Mom said she was a... Wonder-Cadet, when she was in school." Dinky agrees, both of our eyes glued to the grey-furred Mare that disappears into the clouds.
...Yeah, I really want to get her some prescription goggles or something as a gift. I think that Mare is missing out; last time she buzzed with that much excitement was our date-night. That would probably get me big brownie points.
We both stare up at the track for a few moments longer, before glancing around. Just me and the Dinkster, now.
"Alright Dinky-Doo-Da. What do you wanna see next?" I hum, glancing over the other stalls.
"...Are those throwing axes?" Dinky asks, pointing towards a H.E.M.A (Historic Equestrian Martial Arts) Foundation's Booth. When the fuck were Ponies throwing axes?
"Uh, fuck yeah it is. You ever thrown an axe?"
"Nuh uh."
"Don't tell your Mom."
She drags a hoof across her lips, making a zipping noise.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Derpy
I feel... graceful, for the first time in a long time.
I can't remember the last time I got a chance to soar through the clouds like this.
I was worried, at first... but knowing Anon has Dinky, I trust him. I barely hear the Wonderbolt that's trying to instruct me; it's all coming back to me. I let my wings spread, crouching down and launching from the starting line.
My turns aren't perfect, and I'm not my prime speed; but I'm already pulling ahead of some of the other participants.
But I don't care about that. The smile hasn't left my face. This is... fun. Lately, has been fun. I can't remember the last time I had such a good time. Sure, I puff through the clouds that border the course once or twice while getting used to it, but I don't care.
Lap, after lap; it was hard to figure the course the first time, but by the second and third, I've got it plotted out. Sweep under the bend, hard bank left, and I can catch better speed when I pull it tight.
It's all clouds, up here. Nothing to bump into, other than other flyers; but I don't even feel like i have to worry about that.
My mane is flowed back, wings wide. I fly through Ponyville, sure. But I haven't flown like this in years.
A blue blur -- Rainbow Dash -- cuts in beside me, giving me an incredulous look, yelling something about how she's surprised to see me. I barely hear her-- seeing her kickstarts something in my chest. It makes me want to kick it up another gear.
The smile is wide on my face as I do, putting several hooves of distance between us; I glance back, seeing Dash grinning in realization. She kicks it up a notch herself, closing the gap.
We rip forward, soaring through the course again. Again. Again. She's faster than me; but my skills always been my control; my turns, keeping her from getting too far ahead.
Again.
The gap continues to close; she keeps glancing back, and the surprise on her face fuels me even more.
Again.
Another lap; the other participants have moved aside.
Again.
I'm not even counting laps at this point. I feel like a Filly again, like I just stepped a decade into the past.
Again.
Anon & Dinky
Well, if Dinky ever wants a career in HEMA, Historical Equestrian Martial Arts, she's pretty much got it in the bag. Kids got a personalized Pamphlet, and now a second hat, to sit on top of her loggers hat. A filly in two hats is a pretty funny sight.
I think this kids got a thing for axes, considering the little show she put on there, impressing the Pony present at the booth. Unlike the Logging booth, these guys were willing to let her take a swing. Not exactly sure how that lines up, but if I was a gambling man, I think I've figured out what her cutie mark is gonna be.
Apparently, Ponies had some viking-style ancestors; while that's just one facet of their history, it's the only one Dinky seems to care about. Funny visual, imagining the Filly decked in a hauberk, beard and axe, rocking a longship.
Derpy's been gone for... probably a good twenty minutes, maybe even half an hour. I need a watch. I'm glad, though; means she's getting a kick out of it. Five minutes my ass; and I'm happy about it. She needs that kind of release. She can stay up there all day, for all I care. I saw that excitement, that smile. I want to see it again.
"Mister Muss. Can I have an axe? What about a hatchet?" Dinky continues to pester; ever since we left the booth, she want's something viking-esque. I think she's a little young, but...
"...If I promise to get you one, and I teach you how to use it after school, you promise to keep interested in whatever scholarship or apprenticeship your Mom sets you up with?" I offer tentatively.
Dinky nods vehemently, almost losing her two hats.
"Alright, Kiddo. Our secret." I affirm, swearing her to secrecy.
"Will you teach me your... wit-ling, too?" She asks softly, leaning against my head.
"Sure, kiddo. Good use of the wood you'll chop. Remember though; our secret ."
She nods again, slumping against the back of my head. She's staring up at the clouds, too, trying to catch sight of her mom.
My little informant, back at it again.
"Yeah. I don't really get it, but she says she wants to make sure that I get what she didn't get, or something. I dunno, she worries a lot and says stuff like that sometimes. This is fun, though!" She squeaks.
"You gotta stop airing out your moms dirty laundry, kiddo." I snort.
"I don't do anything with my moms laundry. Well, I help her wash it, sometimes. She has to use a heavy-duty detergent because she uses her uniform and saddlebag so much."
"...That's what I mean, Dinkster. Telling people stuff about your mom they wouldn't normally know."
"Oh, I don't! I only tell you because mom likes you so much. Like, really, really likes you. I saw her staring at the dress in her closet the other day, before she left for work. Remember the one she wore to the Cafe? She used to keep it in a box, but now she's got it in her closet again." She informs me, grinning. "Sometimes I even see her put it on, looking at herself in the mirror after work."
...Damn, okay. That got the heart going.
"...Your Mom likes me that much, huh?" I ask, trying to glance up at her. She just grins. This kid knows what she's doing.
"Alright. Now, what to do while we wait for your Mom..." I squint into the crowd, trying to give myself a distraction. Still a buttload of booths to check.
"What about that one? I think that ones for Unicorns, like Mom was saying." Dinky offers, pointing a few rows up. Canterlots Unicorn University.
"Good eye, kiddo. I think that's one of the main ones your Mom wanted you to get a look at. After we check it out, you want some ice cream or something?" I offer; I remember the Unicorn-focused University and Schooling stuff was important to Derpy. Can at least get a pamphlet or make sure the idea is firmly in Dinky's head.
"Okay! But -- Remember the deal ." Dinky whispers, grinning.
...Maybe the HEMA thing wasn't the best idea. Well, as long as she doesn't get the Cutie Mark of a crosshair or a pair of axes or something, I should be good.
A wizened, older Unicorn in a robe sits at the Stall. Rather than a proper presentation or demonstration, or samples or some kind of game, he's simply sitting attentively, with a stack of pamphlets. Behind him, scrawled in glowing text, is a rolling description of the University, and some general info. It moves like the credits of a movie, fading out of existence once the words go too high; his horn glowing a soft blue, the words matching the hue. Neat.
He glances up as we approach, giving me an interested glance, before looking to the Filly on my shoulders. He's sat like a fancy little man, hooves pressed together like he'd have his fingers intertwined, if he had any.
"...Hm. Interesting." He hums as we pause in front of the table. "You might be the first creature I've seen to behold not a single ounce of Magic."
"So I've heard." I nod. "Not from around here."
"Oh? And what might you be?" He asks.
"Someone's already put scientific dibs on writing a scientific paper on me. Gotta wait for Twilight Sparkle's document to hit the science scene." I warn, holding up a palm.
Within like, the first week of my arrival, Twilight had asked if she could have exclusive rights to work on a paper that touches on my species, and my unique situation in Equestria. For free access to the library, I agreed. Apparently, she's already on a second book about the topic of 'Me'. Haven't seen a page of it myself, yet.
"Princess Celestia's student? She's known in the community for her... odd but well detailed projects. I look forward to her submission, then. However, until it is revealed; would you do me the slight favor of a few simple answers? On my honor, I shall not impeach her works; I am but driven by curiosity." He continues, looking at me expectantly.
I point to the Filly hanging on to the back of my head.
He purses his lips at the proposition.
"...Hm. I can see what I can do." He nods, extending a pamphlet towards me with his magic.
I go to take the pamphlet, but a soft lavender glow yoinks it up towards Dinky's face, her own horn glowing. She peruses, making dramatic ho's and hums.
The University Unicorn looks towards her with interest.
"Might as well be, with how much she hangs out with me." I snort. "No, Daughter of a friend; taking her around while she's busy."
"I see." He hums. "How active is she with her magics?"
"Dinky, what's the type of magic where you grab stuff?" I ask, tilting my head. The pamphlet shifts in the air accordingly.
"Teelee-kee-sneesis." She responds simply.
"That one. All the time." I relay.
The Unicorn unclasps his hooves, stroking his chin like he had a beard. Actually, I think he's got one of those little goat squiggly beards. Didn't see it until now.
I can feel Dinky puff her chest out in pride. I won't say it, but I'm pretty sure she's just looking at the pictures on the pamphlet.
Hello again, comfortable bench. Derpy's been gone for almost an hour. I don't need to be worried, because I just need to glance up at the Wonderbolts cloud-track. Now and then, I see a peek of a speedy grey hide; almost keeping pace with a rainbow-colored blue hide. Every time there's a gap between them, they hit one of the rounded edges of the cloud, and she banks the turn hard , catching right up. I knew she was fast, but damn. I really think she could've gone pro. Maybe years of dodging things around Ponyville has been a latent form of training, or something.
Could make a movie out of that, honestly. Underdog Mail-Mare catching her stride again.
Dinky is sat beside me, during one of her rare dismounts, but for good reason. She's demolishing a very complex looking ice cream cone, and making a terrible mess. Good thing I grabbed near half their stack of napkins. Each bravely gives its life to stem the chocolate, fudge, sprinkle, cotton-candy mix that is her ice-cream abomination, before being discarded to the bin beside us. I swear, the ice cream stand vendor gave me a guilty look as he handed it over.
The treats around here are pretty cheap, thankfully. Wallet is holding out.
"So, Dinkster. Any of the booths click with you? Other than the one with Axes." I start, shifting to lean an arm over the back of the bench, leg kicked up again.
"Hmmmm...." She hums, sat on her little haunches. "The Griffons were cool! They reminded me of Miss Dina. Do you think I could be a Fisher-Pony?"
"Hmm... naval work like that tends to pay good Bits where I'm from, but it's not exactly the safest work, and doesn't have a high bar of entry for the lower positions. Maybe look into becoming a Captain of a fishing boat? That might make your mom proud." I offer, jostling my foot up and down.
My eyes roam over the crowd, the Fair still well underway. Somewhere in late-noon, we probably still had a couple hours before things started to wrap up for the day.
"My own boat? Hmm. I like that." She grins.
I think this kid would do well in a leadership role.
"What about instruments? Any of them interest you? I saw you liked that Cymbal stuff." I offer.
"Music was okay. I like listening to it, but they were kind of snooty." Dinky pouts. She was, unfortunately (for her, not so much for my ears), one of the Foals denied being allowed to try an instrument.
"Think Chef is in your future?" I recount, trying to remember what else.
"Food was fun... I like cooking with Mom, but I don't know of I want to do that as my job-job. My home-job, maybe." She muses, before taking an egregious bite of her ice cream. Farewell, three more napkins.
"You'd like to know how to cook, but not for a job?" I summarize, de-ice-creaming her face yet again, holding her chin so she won't move too much.
"That! Yeah!" She squeaks.
"Derpy and I could probably teach you on Sundays. We could do more than breakfasts." I offer. I doubt Derpy would mind, and I've been cooking for myself for years. I'm no Chef, but I can follow a recipe. "Plan out a different meal each week, make it with the three of us."
"Really?!" She beams, sprinkles all over her teeth.
"Sure. Check with your mom, though; and don't badger her about it. I want to make sure her Sundays are relaxing." I waggle a finger in her direction, before noticing a loose sprinkle on it. I flick it... somewhere.
"I don't know about relaxing, but Mom gets all giddy on Saturdays now, pacing in place in her room and stuff. I think she's more excited than me about Sundays." Dinky shrugs, taking another big bite. I should start naming these napkin mass-cas's, to commemorate the losses. Battle of Cones Crunch. Dairy Harbor.
Good to know Derpy likes Sundays as much as I do, though. I try to stifle the smile that creeps up on my face, thinking about it. No luck.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
All out of napkins. Thankfully, Dinky is all out of Ice cream. We survived.
I'm checking the Pamphlet that Dinky got from the HEMA guys; they actually have some pretty decent historical roots throughout Equestria. While it's more ceremonial now since Equestria doesn't have a standing army -- apparently they once had a military similar to Knights and Lordships, according to pre-Luna-banishment texts. Ain't that something.
Dinky, the true victim in her battle, is out cold, nestled up against my side and snoring, curled up in a cute little ball. Tucked under the flap of my jacket, she's doing that funny snore again. I guess she's been riding a sugar rush for the last few hours; after that ice cream, she sugar crashed, hard. She's been pretty busy for the last few hours, so it tracks.
"Excuse me; are you Mister Muss?" I hear call out to me, in a surprisingly formal and firm voice. I glance over -- and a pair of Royal Guards are approaching, donned in their usual armor. Steely eyes watch me as they near.
"Sure am." I nod, reclining back on the bench. "How's the day, fellas?"
The pause in front of me, the second one directing crowd traffic around us. The first glances down at Dinky, raising an eyebrow. "...Good." He notes oddly.
"Watching the kid for her mom -- she's running the Wonderbolt track." I inform, nodding up. He follows my nod, squinting at the clouds.
"I see. Just a delivery, Sir."
"What for?" I ask, leaning forward to take it.
"A Royal Invitation to join Princess Celestia tomorrow, at Noon, for Lunch. Present the summons at the gate, and you'll be granted entry." He explains, standing tall.
How the hell did she figure out I was here?
Actually, its pretty believable. Twilight could have told her -- and she's probably got eyes everywhere. She's one of those gentle but firm, omnipresent ruler types.
Unfurling the scroll, it's a signed and wax-no-longer-sealed Invitation. Standard written fare, usual royal mumbo jumbo; at your convenience, we invite you, have a good one, so on. Except she wrote 'Nonny' at the end. With a 'P.S, bring your Marefriend'."
Well, that's gonna throw Derpy for a loop.
"Gotchya. Thanks." I nod, tucking it away into my pocket, with the other pamphlets.
I expected him to march off -- but I see him glance at my leg, as the metallic pole sticks out under the ankle of my pants, just above the shoe, crossed up on my other knee; then to my cheek. And probably the whole me. I'm an odd one out, for sure. He just looks curious, a smidge on the young side.
"If you want to ask about it, you can." I float; I know Ponies aren't used to prosthetics, but a Guard might have a unique opinion on it that I haven't heard yet. Curiosity like that is what helps keep me sane in this place.
He seems to contemplate the offer for a moment.
"Of a sort." I nod.
"...You've got the eyes; like some of the Old Guard." He responds, letting it hang in the air a moment. Not quite what I expected him to say.
"Good day, Sir." He affirms, giving me a polite nod and backing away. The other Guard quickly falls in beside him, as they part through the crowd towards the distant castle.
I've got the eyes? Huh. Wonder what this Old Guard is. I should ask Tia tomorrow.
It's not long after, I hear a pair of flapping wings closing in; other Pegasi have been flying around, but they usually keep pretty high. These flaps are getting close, quick.
I glance up, shifting the brim of the HEMA hat I pilfered from the sleeping Dinky. Needed something to block the sun from my eyes, and she still had that loggers one. That special little bubble-flanked Mare of mine swoops down towards the bench Dinky (still snoring) and I sit on -- and she's not alone, a second, blue Mare swooping down alongside her; Rainbow Dash.
Dash comes scooting to a stop beside the bench, grinning.
Derpy nearly drops right on me, flapping to a quick stop; she doesn't even land, dropping a bundled parchment on my lap. Before I can react, her hooves roughly grab the sides of my face, and I'm pulled into the wettest, smoochiest kiss she's ever given me, nostrils breathing hot air on my face as she pants for breath, without breaking the kiss. She didn't even get my lips the first try, shifting to fix the sloppy, borderline saucy greeting after, more focused on mashing as much of her lips against mine as she can.
I'm caught entirely by surprise. Brain blanks.
There's an audible 'Muah' as she pulls away, grinning widely at me, still panting. She lets me go, dropping to the road and bringing her wings in.
My eyes are wide, brain still processing. Won't catch me complaining, but definitely not how I was expecting her to come back. Wouldn't mind if that became her usual greeting. That gets me focused on her, and she... damn.
Derpy looks... good , in a messy way. Her Mane is swept back from the high-speed flying, her breathing is hard and heavy from the exercise, chest rising and falling rapidly; and she's damp from sweat. Her eyes are wide, open, vibrant; she looks alive .
Derpy and I aren't the only ones with a blush on our faces; Dash is giving us an incredulous look, face a deeper blue than usual.
Derpy's expression slips to a more bashful one, giggling softly.
Takes me a few more blinks to shift back to reality. That was one hell of a hello, and words take a few seconds. I wipe some of the saliva on my sleeve, clearing my throat.
I tickle the base of Dinky's ear; it flicks, the little Filly making a little whinny in her sleep, interrupting the snoring.
Dash stifles a chuckle, giving Derpy a soft nudge on the shoulder.
We both wave as Dash launches back into the sky, off to wherever she tends to race off to. Maybe a favorite cloud or something.
"Someone looks like she had a blast." I can barely utter, before Derpy hops up on the bench with me; she's practically half on my lap, head leaning on my shoulder, still exuding a tired excitement.
"I haven't felt like that in years . Once I got the track down, I started finding the sweet spots -- and them I started catching up to Rainbow Dash, and without even speaking, we started racing, and we were gapping the other participants, and she had the lead but I kept the tighter corners, and --" Derpy rambles between heavy breaths, her tired body trying to match how much air she's huffing with all her words.
It's an invitation to a Wonderbolts try-out, staged in a months time at Cloudsdale.
"God damn, Derpy. Seriously?" I laugh, pulling her close and into a hug. She giggles, leaning into it.
"Yeah! I mean, they were handing plenty of them out, but... it felt good, getting to stretch my wings like that. Getting noticed, I guess. Made me feel like a filly again." She sighs, still smiling. She nestles in beside me, tucked in under my arm as she catches her breath. She's leaning against me pretty hard.
"Derpy the Wonderbolt. Has a good ring to it, I think." I tease, folding up the paper and tucking it into her purse. "Good to see you getting along with Dash, too."
"Yeah, she's... something. And that something is fast, mostly." Derpy smiles. I think there's a little more to it, but I don't push. "And what about you? Dinky give you any trouble while I was gone?" She asks, turning the attention to me.
"Well, your Filly either has a very exciting career in Fishing, Historical Equestrian Martial Arts, or Logging ahead of her, if education doesn't pan out." I list off, tapping them out on my fingers. "Which, it probably will, the way the Canterlot Unicorn University's booth guy took an interest in her. After he was done asking me questions about what the fuck I am, anyway." I explain, producing the various pamphlets, and pointing at the pair of hat's that Dinky had gathered, one of which was on my own head.
She's incredulous at first, but her eyes widen as I start speaking about the University.
"No, no--only pamphlets today. They're hosting an event in the evening tomorrow, which they heavily recommended we visit." I explain, reassuring her; she sighs in relief, a hoof to her chest. "Apparently, someone is quite skilled for her age."
That gets a relieved smile out of Derpy.
"Of course; and no problem, Dinky is fun to hang with. I think we've hit the most important booths; which is good, since we're gonna have a busy day tomorrow, anyway." I say, ruffling her side fur with a hand.
"What do you mean? The University Event is in the evening, right?" She asks, glancing up.
I rustle the Royal Invitation out of my pocket, holding the top of it and letting it unfurl. I almost hold it in front of her; but remember Dinky does most of her reading, holding it up for both of us. She squints at it, looking at me expectantly.
"Remember how I said the Princess was my Penpal?" I start, getting a curious look from Derpy.
"...Yes? Were you joking?" She asks, unsure where I'm going with this.
I clear my throat, and begin reading the Royal Invitation.
As I reach each new sentence, Derpy's jaw drops more. Halfway through, I don't think it can get any more open. Then I get to the P.S, and finish the letter.
She grabs me with her hooves, pulling me close, nose to nose.
"Well, I've told her about you in my last letter, of course. Though, I wasn't expecting the invitation; I didn't even tell her we were coming, but I guess the guards relayed. Not like I exactly blend in." That's my best guess, anyway.
Derpy looks... well, there's a real solid mix of emotions on her face. Excitement, from the track. More excitement, from thinking about the University Event tomorrow. Sheer panic, from the idea of meeting the Princess of the entire nation over lunch.
"You don't have to go if you don't want to." I try to offer, but she gives me a glare.
"I can't refuse the PRINCESS, Anon! It said bring me ! Who says no to the Princess?! OF EQUESTRIA?!"
"Okay? Wake up, breakfast, say hi to the Princess for Lunch, and then hit the University Event, Dinner, then we head home. Sounds like we have our day planned." I recount simply. Really wasn't that big of a deal.
She stares at me silently for several moments, before slumping against my side. Either my relaxed attitude is contagious, or she just doesn't have the energy for this.
"That a bad thing?" I tease, running my hand through her mane. Her face scrunches.
"Don't do that. I'm... sweaty." She weakly rebuffs, but I continue.
"I don't think I could care any less. I'm just glad you had fun." I return. She relents, letting me continue.
"...I don't have anything to wear." She mutters. "I left my dress at home. I'll look silly."
"Lunch with Tia is a casual type of thing. The only thing she ever wears is shoes, crown and a... peytral. That's the word." Surprised I remembered that one, actually.
"...'Nonny'. I still can't believe you're actually on a nickname basis with the Princess." Derpy mumbles, chest hefting with a deep breath as she calms herself.
"I'm like... an ambassadorial endangered species, or something. I forget how she puts it. Gives her an interest in my wellbeing, so she checks up on me. Nothing special. Well, when Luna isn't popping by my dreams to do it for her." I explain, leaning back.
"Luna?" She repeats; I half expect another explosive reaction when the second Princess comes into play, but she just deflates, sinking into me further.
"Want me to carry you?" I offer, starting to wriggle one of my hands underneath her.
"What? No, I..." Derpy trails off. She pauses, wincing as she gives her wings a flutter, sore from the sudden burst of use now that she'd sat down for a moment.
There's a pause.
"Would you really?" She asks quietly.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 25 - Back to the Hotel
I would. Really.
I guess the way I walk into the Hotel was enough for a crack to form in that Professional demeanor the Clerk had been holding so firmly. It's only for a moment, but I spy that incredulous, confused look. And honestly, I don't blame them.
I'm wearing two hats that don't quite fit me, brims stuck in different directions. In my right arm, I've got Derpy pressed up against my chest. Her hooves are wrapped over my shoulders, overtop her purse which still dangles from me, and she's curled up in my arm, wings wrapped around me for support. She exerted herself a LOT more than she'd realized, and was absolutely pooped, head leant on my shoulder.
My other arm carries Dinky in a football hold, little hooves hanging and swinging in the air. Dinkers' been out like a light since she finished that monstrosity they called an ice-cream; the sugar and excitement had caught up to her, and she's probably be out for a while. Two naps in a day. Double-napper, some might say. As a fellow enjoyer of naps, I found that to be a respectable number.
I reach the front desk, shifting my grip on Derpy. She makes a small noise; I think she's too tired to be embarrassed. She's not asleep like Dinky, but she's got her full weight on me, completely slumped. I'm real fucking glad these pastel mini-horse things don't weigh nearly as much as an actual horse. Sturdy or not, Pegasi weigh even less than the already pretty light Ponies; and the arm holding Derpy is thankful.
"Any chance you could get our room door for me? Arms a little full at the moment." I ask, snooty and playful tone I'd taken with them before forgotten. I just wanted to get these two settled.
The clerk recovers quickly, clearing their throat and hopping out from behind the desk.
Once we get back in the room, the Clerk smiles, shutting the door behind us.
Three flights of stairs.
One Filly and one Mare.
My legs (All 1.5 of them) are burning. I'm glad I stayed some what fit; thankfully, once we're back in, Derpy rouses somewhat, and I can take a rough knee to let her down, hooves tapping against the carpet.
"Thank you, Anon." She whispers, before stretching on the ground. Her wings tremble, and I swear I hear a pop as they reach to their full length, a long, low groan escaping her.
I feel that.
Dinky gets wrapped up in a blanket and placed half on a pillow, tucked on the vast expanse of bed. Her collection of hats and pamphlets, and my royal lunch invitation, are placed squarely on the table.
I take a hard sit on one of the chairs, letting my own groan wheeze out of me. It earns a sympathetic look from Derpy, as she meanders for the bathroom. The hats are tossed towards the table. One makes it, the other hits the floor. What a shame.
"Would you mind?" I hear her call. I'm busy staring at the ceiling, leant over the back of this pony-plus sized chair, trying to work a kink out of my back.
"Wuh?" It's more a noise than an actual word that escapes me.
"If I hopped in first? I'm a bit..."
My head rolls over, catching Derpy standing in the doorway to the bathroom. Ah. Shower.
"Do your thing. I'll make sure Dinky doesn't plummet from the edge of the bed and leave a crater." I joke. It was a pretty tall bed.
She smiles weakly, obviously dead tired. She was going to sleep like a rock tonight.
"Figure dinner out when you're done?" I ask as she's partway inside.
"O-okay!" I hear her call from inside the bathroom; the grey flank disappears, the door shutting. It's me. Myself. My thoughts.
And Dinky's comical 'Mimimi' snoring.
Well, got some time until she's done in there. Another sigh escapes me as I lean forward; I doubt we're going back out, at least for a bit. It's what... a little past noon? Probably save our stomachs for a big dinner later. I've still got a few bits. Could do something casual, Canterlot style.
I kick off a shoe, tossing it towards the door. And a whole leg -- as tempting as it is to chuck it, too, I set it beside the chair.
Whoof. And to think, we still had a whole other day here lined up. Won't be roaming booth-to-booth like today, at least. A nice morning breakfast, lunch with Tia -- that's gonna be interesting -- and wrap it up with a school presentation.
I can hear the shower kick on, water sprinkling, muffled through the door. Sounds like good pressure in there. Can't wait for my turn. Wonder if she'll leave me any hot water; I'm actually kind of excited to try the shower. I lucked out with this whole Alicorn-sized-suite thing.
The day went nice, I muse quietly. Some surprisingly good things played out; didn't expect Dinky to gravitate quite where she did, but Derpy had a blast. That, I was happy for. Wasn't expecting to ambush Derpy with a royal invite, but... that one wasn't really my fault. Plus, talk about connections, huh? Tia had her own school and students... wouldn't hurt to ask.
Honestly, this chair wasn't half bad. Wood with a plush, emerald cushion. I could squeeze a good nights sleep out of this thing. Just gotta find the right pose that'll make me look like a mangled corpse; then I'll snooze just fine.
Kind of had to pee. Not terribly, but kind of.
My hands idly slap the sides of the chair, lip pursing. I blow a raspberry, glancing around the room. Cool candle.
My eyes wander to the bar. I really wasn't much of a beer guy. Or a wine guy. I liked the sip something with flavor, at the most. Drunk... didn't really work for me. Not a safe choice for guys like me.
I hobble up and out of the chair, hopping a few steps to lean against the wood; it's a little half-bar, no stools, enough room for one pony to mix, and others to be served.
Since I'm not Pony size, I just reach over from the front side and start plucking bottles off the wall, reading them. The whole shared language thing... one of the many things I did just, not think about.
Whinny Whiskey... Veritable Van-Hoof Vodka... I notice the percentages are significantly lower than most human alcohols. Good to know for drinking contests, that I will never be a part of.
I debate trying a sip of the whiskey, at least, watching the murky liquid slosh around in the glass.
There's a muffled voice in the bathroom, pulling me from my rumination. And then a thump. The bottle taps against the countertop as I pause, craning my neck, listening.
There's a quiet pause, just the water running. Whole suite is pretty silent. Just snoring, and water.
I hear the voice again, louder. Still too muffled, but I don't think she's singing.
Well, I'm not putting my leg back on that quickly. Leaving the bottle on the bar, I use my arms for leverage, hopping and leaning my way over to the bathroom door.
I pause, leant against the doorway. I knock.
"You talking to me, Derpy?" I call, hovering close to the door.
"...C-could you c-come in?" I barely hear. Hope she didn't get hurt, slipping or something.
I slowly open the door, pausing once it's cracked.
"You asking me to come in?" I repeat, just in case I misheard.
"...Y-yes."
"Want me to look away? You need a towel or something?" I try to ask, my tone soft.
"J-just get in here, Anon. P-Please." She re-affirms, a tinge of worry in her voice.
Alright. Not really sure what to expect here; not like I can walk in on her being indecent. She's naked the entire time, anyway. Can a pony even be indecent?
I push inside the bathroom, hopping in. I use the sink counter for support as I shut the door behind myself, and...
Derpy's laying awkwardly in the middle of the shower, half on her side, half on her back, water pouring down on her. She's soaked, obviously, and I see the bar of soap at my feet -- entirely across the bathroom from her. One of her wings are fully extended, stuck out in the air; the other is awkwardly stuck underneath her, half-folded. Looks like she tipped, and got stuck, too sore to fix herself. That can't be comfortable.
I purse my lips, trying to figure if there's any problems beyond her having dropped the soap all the way across the bathroom.
"...The soap?" I guess, pointing down at it.
"...I'm s-stuck, and t-the waters c-cold." She shivers out. Oh. Yeah that'd do it. "A-and the s-soap, yes."
"On my way." I grunt, leaning down to grab it -- it's wet, so I don't bother trying to hang onto it, just lobbing it somewhere into the oversized shower, as it pings off the wall and slips around.
"S-sorry, I d-didn't know y-you g-got... c-comfortable?" She tries to piece out, teeth chattering, pointing out my lack of a leg.
"Master-class one-leg hopper, here. Don't worry about it." I reaffirm, making my way over to the shower. Consider me a seasoned Pogo-ist. I slip my jacket off while I do, laying it on the bathroom counter. One small problem to helping her, and the reason why I'm starting to undress.
The showers handle is fully inside said shower, on the opposite wall of the entrance. To either turn it up so she isn't freezing, or get her up off her side, I'm gonna have to get wet. There's nowhere for me to lean carefully out of the way; the showerhead is designed for a from-above, full shower saturation. Curse the deluxe package.
"I get having a cold shower after burning hot like that, but you might be overdoing it." I tease, leaning against the glass wall of the shower, now. Still in my shirt and pants. Good thing I brought a change of clothes; figured something would happen to them. "Ever think of our first shower together playing out like this?"
"N-not... e-exactly. S-sorry, A-anon." She mumbles, glancing away.
"You gotta stop apologizing so m--WOW, that's f-fucking c-cold." My teeth practically slam together as I stick my arm in to test. She's got this shit FRIGID. How the fuck was she just sitting here in this?!
No point trying to get used to it; we'll be popsicles before then. My face scrunches, and I duck in. It's like icy little daggers stabbing me all over, and my clothes soaking it all up really doesn't help.
coldcoldcoldcolddon'triponderpycoldcoldcoldcoldcold--
I don't think I've grabbed for anything so fast in my life, the way I almost throw myself on it; I crank the handle upward, slumping against the wall and sliding down into a wet sit on the shower floor with Derpy, both of us bracing, teeth chattering, as we suffer the long wait for the temperature change.
And it hits. We both groan, warmth sweeping down over us instead of biting cold. Neither of us speak for a long moment, just soaking in the warm water. A low, content groan escapes the pair of us.
Eventually, teeth no longer chattering, I push off the wall, slipping around and laying on the shower floor beside her, head held up by my hand. Our faces are pretty close, and she stares up at my face from her awkward angle.
Still stuck.
"Still stuck?" I whisper.
"...Still stuck." She whispers.
"Hurts?"
"Not really. Just... cramped, and tipped over. Can't get up... tired."
Derpy stares at me expectantly. She huffs as she watches the smile grow on my face.
"So. You'd thought about what our first time showering together, huh?" I grin.
"...If I admit, once or twice, will you help me up?" She returns, still staring at me. No shy glance-away this time.
With a grunt, I shift into a sit; my clothes are soaked, but I don't really care. It's just water. Not frigid anymore, either. I could sit in here for a while. Though I'll probably be out in the room in my underwear for a bit, drying off, once I've got her back up.
"Do I need to watch for the wings?" I ask, glancing her over. Her gaze slowly shifts as I look her over, glancing away as she's inspected.
"Just roll me, please." She instructs simply.
Quietly and slowly, Derpy walks me through getting her back up. I'm mostly just worried about the wing she's laying on, but she lets me know if it starts to hurt, making a pretty cute noise in warning. Hands carefully tucked under her, we bobble her back onto her hooves.
She doesn't stay on them for long, sitting back on her haunches, sighing in relief. Her wings finally furl in, but don't close against her body, loosely hanging outward, drooping.
"Alright. Enjoy your shower. I'll get--" I go to start, lifting myself off the shower floor. A hoof presses against the back of my hand, Derpy watching me.
"The, uh... I need..." She purses her lips.
"Forget something out there?" I ask, pausing, settling back into my side-lay.
"...Would it be weird if I asked you to wash me? Is that too much?" She asks timidly, watching my face for a reaction.
"Not really. Cramps that bad?" I say with a shrug.
"I normally use my wings to help myself, but... I can barely move them. It hurts to, actually. I definitely overdid it." She sighs. "If it's too much, you don't have to; I can figure something out."
"Like I'm gonna say no after you ask me to help you. You mind if I get out of these soaked clothes though? Not the most fun." I snort, shifting up into a sit.
"...Why would I mind? Is this one of those personal things, for humans?" She tilts her head at me, confused; watching as I start to undress. "Did you tell me before?"
"Well, Humans have a social taboo about being naked, since we don't have fur or sheaths or anything like that. Usually, it's only acceptable if you're alone, with trusted individuals, or doing something that requires less clothes, like swimming." I start to explain, working my wet shirt up and over my head. I wring it out, tossing it outside the shower.
"Oh!" I hear her hum, genuinely curious as she listens.
"Oh." I then hear, as she processes, looking down over my chest. She's staring.
"Wasn't the last time you saw me without clothes also the first time we met?" I ask, shifting into a side-lay again to unbuckle my pants. The boxers were gonna stay on, more for myself honestly. Situation aside, awkwardly big step for us. Maybe more me than her.
"When we first met? I think so... you were in your... boxers, you called them? Wait, was me barging in like that really bad, since you were dressed like that? It's not bad that I saw you like that, or that I'm about to see you in them, is it?" She asks, a tinge of worry creeping in.
Ever since I learned that privacy wasn't much of a thing in this world, I stopped walking around my house half-naked. Felt like the smart choice.
"Yes, No, and No. Yes, they're called boxers. No, not really to what you bombed my window into. Lack of clothes is also a comfort thing; I was just relaxing at home, nothing terrible. And final no -- well, to other humans maybe, but we long moved past that." I explain, while she's watching my hands. "Closest step a Human can be to being naked, without being naked, is underwear. Which is an embarrassing, comforting or very intimate thing, depending on the mood or situation." I explain; belt unbuckles, and I'm sliding my pants legs down.
"Oh, same ones. Do you only have the one?" Derpy hums, noticing my underwear. Were they? Look at that; they were. Right, she's got good memory.
"Now why do you remember that?" I ask, coy.
Derpy glances away. "...No Ponies wear things like that?" She offers, a little sheepish smile forming. Smooth. I'll let her have it.
"No, Humans like to keep a few of most clothing items, rotating them." I explain. "I've got a few pairs."
"...Huh. Ponies only wear clothes for status, events, work, and... other stuff." She says, words slowing as her eyes wander back to my body. "Why is watching you undress...?"
"Oddly intimate? Oh, because it is." I nod.
The pants take a longer second to ring out, but after a few squeezes, I toss them across the bathroom with the shirt -- landing with a wet shlap. Sounds like I didn't ring it out enough. Woops. Well, anyway.
"For Humans in relationships, its the last step before -- or several even consider it to be, the first step to, intimate relations." I continue to explain, a cheeky smile sat on my face as I lay on my side, nearly fully exposed to her.
She must have warmed right up, with that brilliant blush that seeps across her cheeks.
"I know. Just having fun messing with you, Derpy. Humans are very social creatures; we understand nuance. Just here to help my Marefriend." I reassure.
"...So you're not going to...take... those... oh!" She mutters, her questions shifting to a quiet statement of surprise. I follow her gaze, finding her nose pointed towards my boxers, which are soaked and stuck to my body. Woops.
I realize that with them being wet, they hide very little; they're stuck to my body, accentuating what it's covering rather than hiding it, basically giving Derpy a pretty good view of Anon Jr. I realize a little too late that I should've kept the pants on.
"...You said you didn't have a... sheath? I can... see that." She whispers. "So... odd."
"Oops." I shift, covering myself with my thigh, obscuring her view. "Yeah, no, uh... sheath."
Small, awkward silence ensues. Her gaze doesn't really seem intent on looking anywhere else.
"So, uh... do you want to like, spin around and I'll start on your fur? Or however you Ponies clean up." I offer, trying to move on. I'm trying to dance these situations with some care, but I have no idea what flies and doesn't. Derpy is, thankfully, very understanding.
"...Can I see you?" I hear her softly mutter.
...And very interested, apparently.
Not quite what I expected, but there's probably more to that then asking to see my dick.
"I... you know my vision isn't the best. And, I have seen you ; but I..." She continues, trying to find the right words. I think I get it. She's not blind, but she probably has a difficult time focusing on things like smaller details, and tends to just roll past. She wants to know me. My little details. That's... kind of really sweet.
"You want to be able to look me over at your own pace?" I offer. She nods quickly.
"I... do you mind? If I? Look, you...? Sorry, it's hard for me to find the right words for this."
"Then forget the words. Need me to come closer?"
"You don't mind?"
"Letting you poke me over with your hooves, ogle me a bit? I think I can live with that. Might even be flattered, honestly. Go for it." I grunt, using my arm to scoot myself closer across shower floor; I don't have to go very far, but I get she's trying to participate while being dead-tired. I can accommodate.
I roll onto my back, side of my torso touching her back hooves, supporting my head with arms, eyes closed. Soaking in the warm water. Not really... covering myself, anymore. It's not exposed, but... I think this is one of those situations where I just let Derpy lead.
I don't think I'd be uncomfortable with any which way this whole situation could play out, so...
Can't really watch her unless I want to hold an arm over my head, or catch water in the eyes, so I guess this is one of those feel-only experiences. Her back-hooves, sat on her haunches, softly poke further into my side as she stays close.
Then, I feel one of her front hooves lightly press against my stomach. It stays still, for a long moment, before it begins tracing along my side. I can kind of tell how closely she's looking; the water stops falling on the part of me that her head is blocking, giving me a vague hint.
"...Anon, can I ask you something?" I hear her say, quiet beneath the water.
"Mmhm." I nod softly.
Her hoof traces up my stomach, pausing by my belly button. It then shifts upward, slowly to rest on the center of my chest, just over my heart.
"What do you... want, out of this? Out of us?" She says, tone still quiet.
I feel the water stop trickling on my face; I dare to crack an eye open, and I see she's got her wing draped over my head, blocking the droplets. She winces a little, but holds steady.
She looks... sad. Post-flight clarity is a funny term that comes to mind, but doesn't really help me out.
"What do you mean? You asking if I want a hoofjob, or do you mean on a grander scale?" I tease; the way her lips press together, I think hoofjobs are an actual thing. Oops. Thought I was being funny with wordplay only. "Sorry. Trying to keep the mood light."
"It's okay. I... meant us. You were bold, in the Cafe. I liked it. But... you know that I can't give you a... standard relationship. I'm not a young Mare looking for her first love, wanting to flirt around, and eventually marry. I'm... Dinky, is my everything. Anything else would have to come after that, and I... don't have much left to give, after her, Anon. I can't give you what another Mare can." She explains softly. Sadly. Her hoof still slowly circles over my each side of my chest, and I see her lean closer, trying to familiarize herself with me.
Her words, and her actions, and complete opposites. She worries about being enough for me, while she's got her hooves all over me.
"I didn't show an interest in you for what you can't give me, Derpy. You're... wonderful. Hoof to feather to snout to freckle, mane to tail, you're an amazing Mare; and Dinky is just an absolute delight, and that's because of you." I start to explain, just... staring at that wet face, damp, freckled fur and all.
Her hoof traces over my collarbone, idly sliding along my neck.
"It doesn't bother you, that I have Dinky?" She asks.
"Not in the slightest. Kid brightens my day. I'd be a sad, lonely little man sitting on a hill if she didn't help nudge us together." I respond, without a missed beat. "I know you've got a lot going on. That your situation is different. I don't mind any of it, truly. What I want, is... I don't know, honestly."
She pauses, looking to my face.
Her hoof slowly traces up to my cheek, the same way I tend to stroke hers so often, hovering just below my exposed teeth. No thumbs, though, but I appreciate the effort. She's waiting for my to continue, with baited breath. I think she wants... this, but she's trying to give me every chance to back out. Fat chance, fat flank.
"I... want, you? It's hard to explain it more than that. I don't have a... set plan for us, for how our relationship is supposed to pan out, or where we should be in five years. You have a daughter whose your priority -- I'm an alien that lives on a hill. I just want... us. Something... more than casual, for sure; I'm not here for something... short term. You, and Dinky deserve better then that. Committed, but not... restrictive? I want you to be mine, and I yours, I know that much. But... in a way that doesn't make you uncomfortable. I want you to keep focused on Dinky... and I would love if you'd give me, the chance to... be there for her, with you? Is that weird? I'm just speaking off the heart here, and I don't do this kind of thing... ever. Smack me if I'm being weird."
I squint, waiting for a little smack. Or maybe a big smack. I really don't know feelings like this; I'm the guy who sits in the woods for hours carving sticks.
Instead, I find Derpy's face right close to mine, both of us now under her wing. Without the water falling on me, I can feel the heat of her breath, her face inches from mine.
"...Say that part again?" She asks softly. The sadness that had been tugging at her face is gone.
"...I kind of rambled, there. Specifics?"
"That little bit, just after commitment."
"That I... want you to be mine?"
"...And the other part?"
"And me, yours?"
A haughty huff -- that I take as approval -- escapes her, Derpy's nose pressing against mine. I feel her hoof cup my jaw, and her mouth slides across to my exposed teeth, kissing them softly.
Oh, boy.
She stares into my eyes (probably), before planting another, smaller kiss on my lips.
"I would like that, Anon." She whispers, before sitting up, gaze falling back to my body.
Her hoof traces its way back down, my neck, my chest, running over the contours and details of my body until it reaches my stomach. She pauses. She's staring at...
Oop, lower bodily reaction. Like it wouldn't after something like that.
"...Is it really just out like that, all day? You wear clothes because of it?" She asks. Yeah, she's staring at it.
"Yeah. Sorry." I purse my lips.
"Don't be; you have nothing to be sorry for." She re-affirms surprisingly quickly. "Are you still willing to help me wash?" She now asks, turning her gaze to my face. I notice just how... long, it takes, like she detours on every part of my exposed body.
"Of course. You'll have to walk me through it, though."
She nods, pulling her wing back; I squint as shower droplets meet my face again.
"I..." She mumbles, pursing her lips.
"Mm?" I grunt, wiping the water from my face, slicking my hair back. I push into a sit-up, leaning against my arms in a half-recline. She looks hung up on something. Excited, but... cautious.
"You know, obviously... but Dinky's father isn't in the picture. I haven't explained it, yet, but... I've been burned before. I can't... if it happens again, and I'm not saying you would, but --" She starts, staring at the shower floor. I know she doesn't mean it ill towards me; she's scared of being hurt again. Who wouldn't be?
I shift to lean on my knee, tenderly gripping her shoulder with a hand.
She suddenly shuffles closer, water splashing, leaning against me, head pressed against my chest. I slowly wrap my arm around her, holding her close.
"I don't mean to accuse you, or anything... I'm just..." She mutters against me. "I'm worried, a lot of the time. I have to be. I... re-tread topics, a lot."
"I know. I get it. Do that as much as you need; I understand." I assure her.
We stay there, silent for some time. Thank God, or Celestia, or the plumber, that this shower had some plentiful hot water. I had no idea how long we've been in here for, between our conversations and quiet bouts.
"How about we get you washed-up?" I whisper softly. She nods, lifting off me slightly; but she looks to my face. There's an odd resolution in her expression.
"...Can I make a... forward request?" She whispers back.
"Go for it." I nod.
"Instead of asking you to wash me... can I ask you to shower with me?"
"Think I already am, at this point. Well, almost. Humans shower naked." I inform, politely.
"...Okay." She nods.
"That means the boxers come off." I warn her softly.
"Okay." She nods again.
"You sure you don't want me to just wash you?" I triple-check, because today has been a lot and I need absolutes.
"...Can I be the one to take them off?" Derpy asks, placing her hoof against my chest. It's already trailing lower, towards my waistband.
"...Okay." I nod.
My fingers softly rake through her wet fur, lathering the soap. She's sat between my parted legs, quite close, facing me. She doesn't look down, though. She's watching my face as I work her over, and she seems like she's in bliss. Derpy is... really, fucking soft, even when wet.
"This is... you called them fingers?" She whispers softly. A soft kiss, pressed to my cheek. It seemed like we were going to keep exchanging attention, then.
"Yep. Very useful." I nod, leaning into the peck. I liked how affectionate Derpy was. The whole teeth thing definitely hit me harder than I expected...
"I can... tell." She hums, arching her back as I make a zig-zag drag if my nails down her back fur, ending at the top of her flank. "Celestia above, this is lovely."
"Could make it the norm." I offer, cheekily.
"And how would we do that?" She plays along, twisting as I work up her left side. I pause to lather in a little more soap.
"Maybe I come over extra-early on Sunday, and we sneak into the shower together." I shrug; the idea gets a smile out of Derpy.
"Have you over even earlier...?" She bites her lip. Jesus Christ, that hits. "Good luck getting me up early on my day off."
"I can think of a way or two. Involves fur, fingers; shower optional." I hum back, curious just how far this conversation can go.
"...You're quite the flirt, Anon. Always so forward." She warns playfully. She twists the other way, as I work down her right side.
"You're quite the tease, yourself." I return; her eyes snap open, and she stares right at me.
"Am I, really?" She whispers, lips hovering inches from mine.
"Terribly so, I'm afraid." I whisper back.
She makes a small, noteworthy 'Mm' of acknowledgement, before leaning forward and pressing her lips to mine. Hard. Her tongue slips into my mouth, bumping into mine; I'm startled by how suddenly forward she is, and can barely react before she pulls away. A long string of saliva draws between our lips, which gets wiped away as she hides her mouth behind a hoof.
"You're the one who essentially asked to take me on a Cafe table, in public, in front of my only Daughter , Mister Muss. I don't think you get to make any accusations." She coos.
Oh, she does not play fair.
"My face, too, please." She adds, a tinge of sing-song to her voice; she closes her eyes, sticks her face forward, waiting for me to scrub her up.
I particularly enjoy the startled noise she makes when I instead grab her face, and kiss her back in turn. Then, while we kiss, my thumbs slowly lather her cheeks, working up under her eyes, and across her snout; that noise slowly turns into an elongated, throaty purr.
My hands slowly coast her wet fur, up behind her ears, scrubbing in deep -- she particularly seems to enjoy ear-touching, wriggling in place.
My hands recede, and I slowly pull away from the kiss. Derpy, however, doesn't let me break it -- her own face trailing after mine, our lips barely coming apart as she pushes her face into mine again.
"Your--mm--Mane." I try to word out, between her plush-lipped assaults. She finally gives, pulling back.
"...Okay." She huffs, staring at me. She's giving me one hell of a saucy glare.
Hands washed of soap, I rummage through the -- honestly, completely overpacked -- shampoos, bodywashes, conditioners and so on. Under Derpy's direction, she picks out the one she'd most like to try. Pomegranate scent. Huh. I give the bottle a quick sniff; oh, that's pleasant.
My hands are working through her mane, slowly dragging along her neck, and her scalp, working it in. She is, again, deeply enjoying this.
This is why I avoided applying to the Spa, initially. I had this dark, inner feeling that opposable thumbs and fingers were more dangerous than they seemed, and Derpy was proving my guess right. Though for her, she was probably the luckiest mare this side of Equestria right now. This would be weird to do for random ponies.
I scrub into her bangs, before letting the water rinse it all away.
Oh, she's giving me a look. It's not a terribly saucy one, but that's the look she gives me when she's got something... different on the mind.
"...My tail, too?" She whispers.
Originally, that would've been an instant yeah-sure-okay. This shower, however, did NOT keep the original tone of her first request. I think I just got a twinge of butterflies, if her tone is implying what I think she's implying.
When did I get nervous? It's just her tail. I nod.
Derpy pushes up off her haunches, back onto all fours; after all the physical attention, she's a little more spry. Derpy stares at my face, turning around.
Oh, that's why I'm nervous.
She's watching at me over her shoulder, face half-hidden behind a loosely draped wing. Flank in my face, her wet, tucked tail covering her...
Ahem.
She catches me staring, wide eyed -- for a moment, I can see her toying stare flicker with panic, suddenly worried she's overstepped or over assumed.
"I-I wasn't being too forward, was I? Oh, buck -- I shouldn't have -- I'm sorr--"
God, she's fucking adorable, flitting between confident and worried. It helps stem my own nerves, honestly.
My hands firmly grasp each side if her flank, which promptly quiets her. I'm astounded I'm still alive, the feeling that hit me when I watched my fingers sink into her butt-flesh. Her Cutie-Mark doesn't feel any different than the rest of her fur; that was a longstanding question I just got the answer to.
I knew she was on the heavier-rear-ended side of Ponies, but for a Pegasus? This was almost on the heftier side of Earth-Pony ass. I can feel the muscle underneath her plusher layers; she works hard to keep this kind of weight moving at those kinds of speed.
"I think... you're worrying too much, Bubblebutt." I grin; giving her a small squeeze, once for 'bubble', and once for 'butt'.
I get a wet, soggy tail-flick-slap in my face for it.
"I mean it in the nicest way possible, of course. Did you know humans are obsessed with butts? Our wisest philosophers would argue in its favor for hours, throughout history." I joke, trying to ease her worries. She's trying to match how playful I am -- but I can tell we're both operating under some nerves here. I think this is new, for both of us, despite our own experiences.
"That explains why you stare at mine all the time. I was going to ask you about it, eventually, but I was... enjoying the attention." She teases back, that bit of confidence seeping back into her words.
"And what about this kind of attention?" I follow up, starting to knead into her flank. I don't even have soap yet, just working through the wet fur, handfuls of rear.
"...I think I could see us doing something like this again. Maybe. But you forgot soap; and I asked you for my tail. Not my rear." She tries to remind.
"Well I can't just ignore such an... ample part of you." I assure her.
I continue kneading, squeezing, digging my fingers in.
"...Any minute now." She huffs. "If you're going to do this, do it with soap. Not that it's... not nice, but this might lead to a different kind of night; and this trip is supposed to be about Dinky." Derpy warns. Still playful -- but a little more stern. Boundary set. I respect it.
I grin nonetheless, ever the victim of her flirting; finally letting go as I reach for the washing products. Deciding I'm mentally capable of two tasks, I get soap for her tail in one hand, and soap for her fur in the other.
My right hand goes back to a tentative kneading, working properly over her entire flank this time, while my left combs my fingers through her tail. I am, as respectfully as I can, trying not to look; glancing away to the tiles of the shower wall as I work. It's still remarkable just how soft she is, even when her fur is damp.
My right hand works down her leg, carefully getting into each muscular crevice, thumb tracing her joints. Left hand focuses on the base of the tail -- I think it's called the dock? -- before I give her a little scratch just above her tail. Her entire flank twitches.
"C-careful." I hear her mutter.
"Hm?" I hum, leaning to look around her, at her face.
"...Can you scratch a little higher?" She asks, still watching from behind her wing.
"Course." I nod, trailing my fingers to the top of her rump, and generally scratching through the area. Derpy's hips keep twitching, a low sigh escaping her.
"...I need to start asking you to get all my itches." She hums.
"Ask and you shall receive." I smile, patting her on the flank, the water already washing out the soap I lathered. "All done."
She shuffles in place again, turning to face me. With me sat, and her on all fours -- like her rump -- she's face to face with me, now.
She just... stares at me, for a quiet moment. I smile at her. She steps closer, nuzzling my cheek with her own; thankfully not my injured cheek, or I'd have fur in my teeth.
"Thank you." She whispers. "I, uh... don't think I can get you in turn, right now." She smiles weakly. Little more spry, but still sore, if her drooping wings are anything to go by. She seems a little sad about it, actually.
"That's alright, I can get myself; but if there's any part of me you think I've missed, we'll... I wouldn't mind if you pointed it out." I wink, reaching for the soap.
That seems to perk her right up, her gaze slowly working me over again; it's sweet, how interested in my body she is. I can already feel her hoof tracing my torso again.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
I peer out of the bathroom door, mostly dried off, towel around my waist. It barely went lower than my knee; the shower might have been Alicorn size, but these towels were not.
Derpy seemed to have no complaints about it, the way I felt her swat my butt with her tail as I'm half-leant out the door. Cheeky.
Ignoring her, I squint at the bed... good, Dinky was still asleep; I could tell by her ever-comical snoring. I quickly creep-sneak-hop across the room, rifling through my bag as I pull out fresh clothes.
Derpy trails out soon after, once I've gotten some new, not soaked pants on.
"...I'm jealous of how quickly you dry off." Derpy hums, pausing in the middle of the room. She's enjoying the free show of me dressing up again. "I need a new hair-dryer."
"This going to be a thing -- you watching me dress and undress?" I throw the playful accusation her way, before slipping a fresh shirt on. Oh -- right, sock. Might as well get my leg on, too.
"If I'm anywhere nearby when you do, yes please." She smiles. I liked this confidence she had about her; that she was getting comfortable.
"So; since we snacked during the Fair, go for Dinner in a bit?" I offer.
"Anon..." She says slowly.
"Nowhere fancy. A... Hayburger, or something. I want to see if it's better in Canterlot." I try to excuse.
"Hayburger doesn't have anything you'd like to eat on it's menu." She sighs, smiling. "...Wander the side streets, see what we see?" She counter-offers.
"Deal." I smile. Is she paying attention to what I like to eat? That's actually really sweet. "Though, we have some time to kil-- er, waste. Unless we want an early dinner?" I lean against the back of the chair.
"Actually... can you do that thing again with your fingers again, on my back? It felt... really good, and helped with my cramps." She asks softly, throwing me a half-lidded stare.
"Massage?" I inquire. I've got my leg half-screwed on, sat against the arm rest if the chair. "Sure; little different than scrubbing you down, but I get your drift."
I watch as she hops up onto the bed; there's so much room, she can mantle the opposite side and not even disturb Dinky, whose still curled up on he pile of pillows that I had set her down in.
She curls up, patting beside herself on the bed; before putting a hoof to her lips, and making a soft 'Shh'.
No longer hopping, I slowly step over beside the bed, crossing the room quietly. I ease myself down onto the bed beside her, as Derpy crawls overtop my lap, exposing her back to me. She hums softly as my fingers meet her back, and I start working her over.
It isn't the best angle, but I can make it work. I find she particularly enjoys me digging my thumbs into places she'd have difficulty scratching herself.
"Did you know there isn't a spot on the human body that can't be scratched?" I muse quietly, letting my eyes do a little... wandering. She's got a solid back arch.
"Hoh... consider me jealous." She coos, sinking further into the affections.
This continues for several minutes, until I've basically got a melted version of Derpy draped over my lap, her eyes closed.
"I'm... getting really tired." She mutters, stifling a yawn by trying to keep her mouth closed; all she gets is a cute noise for her efforts. "If I... took a nap, would you wake me up in a few? Or if Dinky wakes up?" She asks softly.
I lean, planting a tender kiss on her lightly-damp fur. I had gotten most of the water out when I was drying her -- but it'd been hard to focus past the kisses she kept giving me. Looks like I missed a spot or two; but I don't think she minds. It's her fault, anyways.
"Sure thing." I smile, muttering it into her fur. She hums, content.
I'm not sure quite when she actually passes out; she doesn't start snoring like Dinky does, so I'm a little dissapointed. That would've been funny.
What she does do, however, is shift in her sleep. It's hard to continue a massage when a fully grown mare, dead asleep, climbs on top of your chest, pushing you to the bed with her full weight.
I'm now flat on my back, legs dangling off the side of the bed, while Derpy snoozes softly on top of me. In arms reach is Dinky, snoozing herself.
I check to see if she's being playful, poking at her side. She chuffs in my face, wriggling.
...
Can't beat 'em, join 'em. I wouldn't mind a nap myself. Wasnt terribly tired, but Derpy's sleepiness was ebbing onto me.
Softly stroking Derpy's back, I relent for a short slumber, head back, eyes shut.
I'm home. Well, old home. Earth. Sat in the woods behind my old house. It's autumn, the trees a soft, hazy gold and orange. Calm, quiet, nippy day. I'm bundled in a heavy jacket and a scarf.
I'm knelt in front of a rabbit, knees in the grass; it's watching me with wild eyes, back leg stuck in a snare trap, little chest heaving and hefting.
There's a knife in my hands. My knife.
My small, little hands.
I can hear my father behind me; but his words are hazy, out of focus. Most of the forest is.
It's me, and the rabbit. I remember this. I was... ten. Eleven? Almost two decades ago.
There's a soft crunch of leaves on my other side, as something familiar and blue sits down beside me.
It's Luna. She looks... smaller. Younger. She glances between me, and the rabbit. I had a feeling that, since few things slept during the day, nappers were vulnerable to her wandering from her own dreams.
"...We see what you meant, when you said creatures of your land lacked the... sapience, they have in our world." She muses aloud. Still with the royal accent, though with the voice of a filly. "You dream often of memories, and little of fantasy."
I only nod. I'm watching the rabbit try to pull its leg loose again. My cheeks are cold.
"...If your kind eats such creatures, why do you hesitate?" She asks.
"...Dad said I can try hunting with his gun, if I can prove I can kill a rabbit." I respond. My voice feels, and sounds so... foreign. So young. Proof that I can take a life, close, before I take one through a scope.
She nods in understanding.
My little hands carefully grip the knife. It's too big. It's hard to hold.
I hold the rabbit down feeling it squirm. It's tired. I can hear my father encouraging me. Luna watches, quiet.
The tip of the knife presses to its chest, digging in just past the fur, my fathers hand guiding mine. I hesitate a moment, watching the rabbits face.
Then I feel my father grip my shoulder -- and I push, hard and sudden. It slips right in.
The rabbit makes a muffled noise, and begins to slow in its wriggling. Soon, it's still.
I can feel my father patting my back, praising me.
I can feel Luna's gaze turn to my face, curious; it slowly drifts to look behind me, brow furrowed.
I start to feel that weight on my neck, like that last dream. But it only tingles this time. It doesn't hold me.
Luna looks to my face again, watching me with confusion.
My father has gone silent. I'm not even sure if he, or the forest is still there.
I've dropped the knife, the rabbit pulled closely to my chest, wrapped in my arms.
Tears pour down my little cheeks, wetting the now-still rabbits fur as I sniffle.
I can feel something pressing against my head. Feels like hooves. Little hooves. I'm holding something fluffy.
I open my eyes. I've got Dinky held against my chest with an arm over her back. She's grinning widely, poking at my face with hooves.
Derpy is curled up on my stomach, snoozing quietly.
"Good morning, Mister Muss." Dinky grins.
I rub my eyes, groaning.
"I was watching you and Mom for a bit, and then you looked real sad. So I came over to check on you, and you grabbed me up." She smiles, smooshing my cheeks with her hooves. She's curious about my teeth, but with a little less reservation than Derpy, outright poking the healed scar tissue around my exposed teeth.
"Do you eat meat?" Dinky asks.
"Not very often, but sometimes." I nod. Wish it was more often, honestly.
"Ever eat a pony?"
Not yet, I huff to myself, glancing at Derpy.
"Are you going to?"
"...Maybe. Still thinking about it."
"Can I pick who you do eat, if you do want to eat a Pony?"
"Depends. Who?"
"Diamond Tiara. She's a meanie filly at my school."
"...No, don't think I can eat fillies from your school." I tsk, shaking my head.
"Boo." Dinky pouts, letting my face go.
"Why is she mean?" I ask.
"She likes to make fun of me and the others for not having cutie marks, and calls us blank flanks." Dinky explains, poking at my adam's apple. I scrunch my neck in response, getting a giggle out of her.
"You tell your teacher?"
"Yeah, but Diamond just waits until she's not around. And her friend Silver Spoon helps."
"Is it just name-calling, or just she get physical?" I prod. Honestly, bullying never crossed my mind.
Dinky shrugs, now poking my ear.
"Shrugging isn't an answer, Dinky."
"...Sometimes." Dinky says, quieter.
I purse my lips. Hrm.
Obviously I can't just waltz in and actually... do anything about it. And there's not much I can do to relay any change...
Would I get in trouble for teaching a filly self-defense?
"Aren't there like, four of you, to her two?" I ask, confused.
I watch as Dinky's face twists in thought. It's like a lightbulb just went off in her head. Uh oh. Hope that little moment of clarity doesn't backfire.
My personal wonderings, tucked away for later, are interrupted by Derpy stirring, lifting her head to look at the sudden increase in noise. Her mane dried at a funny angle, giving her some serious bedhead.
"Morning, Mom!" Dinky beams, clambering down me to hop on her moms back. Derpy groans on the impact, smacking her lips.
"...It better not be." Derpy grumbles, squinting for the window; my own gaze following.
Longer shadows draping over the other buildings, slight orange glow to the days light. Evening. Perfect; didn't oversleep.
Derpy sighs in relief, putting her head back down on my leg.
"Just woke up myself. You proved just too cuddly -- sorry." I hum, reaching down to scratch at whatever I can reach.
Think that's an ear. Yeah, that's the noise she makes when I get her ear.
"Ready to go for Dinner, Dinkster?" I goad; the fillys head bobbles up and down, practically launching off me to bounce across the bed.
"And how about you?" I ask softer, towards the sleepy mass of grey fur occupying my lap.
"...No chance I could ask you to carry me again...?" She huffs playfully, eyes still closed.
She makes an adorable, alarmed squeak, eyes flashing open as I sit up, digging my arms under her back and lifting her up against my chest, bridal-style.
"Sure. If you can live with the stares, I'll even carry you to meet the Princess." I tease.
My joke sets a chain-reaction in her mind, as she slides out from sleepy, and into in-denial shock again. Her face thumps against my chest, and she groans.
"She's a lot more casual than you think. It'll be a good time. Think of it like... we're visiting one of my friends." I try offering. No dice.
"...A friend who rules the entire nation." She mumbles into my chest, huffing.
"...I kind of need to pee, before we go." I whisper.
"...Hurry up. And wash your hooves. Hands. All of it." She mumbles, that playful streak starting to kick back in.
I'd asked the Clerk for any recommendations. Apparently, there was a really good sandwich place just around the corner that a lot of the staff liked to swing by, for lunch. Derpy liked the sound of that; Dinky was sold when the clerk told her they had coloring pages to draw on.
I let her know the offer still stood, but Derpy relented to walking alongside me, joking I could carry her on the way back.
Now I felt obligated to make that happen.
She still looked tired, but she looked... content. There was a soft smile that didn't leave her face, even though her eyelids were drooping. Any time we paused to look around the various streets, she'd lean against my leg, sighing softly. I think so far, the trip was going pretty damn well.
Away from the Fair, it was much quieter. With only a few Ponies out and about on their evening tasks, this was a rare, peaceful side of Canterlot that I hadn't seen yet. Certainly made things more enjoyable, not having to push through the days crowds for a bite to eat.
Compared to Derpy, Dinky was reloaded on energy and raring to go, bounding around and staring into storefronts.
"Dinky, don't run so far ahead." Derpy calls out softly. It gets Dinky to freeze up for a moment, but she's readily distracted again.
"I've got her, Derpy. You take it easy." I assure her, reaching down to nudge one of her ears.
She leans against me, huffing.
"Whatever keeps that pretty smile on that pretty face." A little cheesy, but I was feeling the mood.
"Found it!" Dinky shouts, spinning in place to face us -- she's jabbing a hoof at a store a few shops up, with a very blatant sandwich-shaped sign.
Dinky hops in place as we catch up, giving me a chance to read the front.
"Sal Pimento's Sandwichery." I read. It's difficult to imagine a Pony named Sal. Mustache, for sure. The storefront did look very... Italian, in styling. Quaint. Homey. I liked it; colorful green overhang, with soft-colored wood.
"Doesn't look terribly busy." Derpy adds -- the door jingles as Dinky holds it open for us. Theres a good few other groups in there; definitely more filled tables than empty.
What good manners, that little Filly. That, or she's trying to rush us inside. Probably the latter, the way she just keeps hopping in place, holding the door with her butt. The door jingles every time she bounces, drawing a few eyes. Woops.
Stepping inside, there's a very comfortable atmosphere here. A fair amount of regulars, is the feeling I get. There's jokes, and conversations that filter between tables. Half of them look related, too. Wonder if this was a Little-Italy type situation; a little speckle of distant culture, slapped in Canterlot. I don't even get more than a few curious glances, before they're right back to minding their business.
Booths line the walls, with tables taking up the middle. Plenty of paintings hang above the booths, mostly family portraits or some cultural references I'm not aware of. They kept the color theme in here, too. Definitely a Little Italy; they had a bakery back there, too.
We politely make our way to the front, where -- I can only guess to be Sal, judging by the heftier weight, and a mustache -- greets us warmly.
If the food was good, no way I wasn't coming back here.
Dinky got a grilled cheese, and specified "Leave the crust on, I'm a big Filly". That got a laugh.
Derpy had an appetite, apparently; she sprung for a sizable salad-sub. A salad, jammed in a sub. Lightly toasted.
When it was my turn, Sal motioned for my attention, and pointed near the end of the menu they had displayed at the top.
They had a non-Pony species subsection.
It had fish. They had a fried fish sandwich.
It takes everything I have not to fall to my knees in the middle of the store. Sal informs me "Of course we serve fish; I got a cousin datin' a Griffon, course we got fish!". I was sold.
Orders settled, we got our sides and drinks. Derpy wouldn't let me pay this time, accusing me of covering far too much already; and instead bought my sandwich for me, too. Sweet thing.
We find ourselves an empty table, all the booths being taken, with a number in hand, and a kids drawing paper, crayons included, in hoof. Well, in magic horn magic grasp, but same difference. We had about three orders ahead of us, so we had some time to k--waste. I was getting faster on catching that one.
Derpy settles into her seat, sighing softly; she almost lays her head on the table, until Dinky scoots her little chair right up beside her mom, grinning; the Filly can barely see over the table.
I sit across from them, so we've got some space between us to actually put our food. The chair ain't too bad, but Derpy pouts at me for it; I think she was planning to lean on me.
"Can't have you falling back asleep before we get our food." I tease, leaning my elbows on the table.
"I'm going to sleep really good tonight." Deepy nods, stifling a yawn with her wing.
Dinky has her tongue stuck out the side of her mouth, squinting over the edge of the table. She's got a yellow crayon in her magical grasp, and is going crazy with it across the coloring page. Sun? Yellow. Sky? Yellow. Grass? Yellow.
Live your little yellow dreams, little filly.
"You seemed excited to find they had fish." Derpy brings up, curious. "You're an omnivore, right? I feel like we've covered this, but I just like asking."
"Asking about my teeth ." I grin.
She doesn't even deny it, throwing me a little look.
"Yeah. I just don't get a chance for those type of 'meals' very often in Ponyville. Pretty much an only-pony population, and Fluttershy gets mopey whenever I try to bring up fishing. Apparently she has fish-friends." I sigh, head in my hand. Each day, I weigh the impact of upsetting Fluttershy to actually getting to eat fish.
Each day, I'm getting closer to picking fish.
"...I should get a fishing rod while I'm here. There's a river not too far into the Everfree from my house." I muse aloud.
"Have you been fishing before?" Derpy inquires, watching my scratch my chin in thought.
Dinky has now covered nearly half the page in yellow. Oh -- she's reaching for... red. House? Red. Clouds? Red. She knew what she wanted.
"A few times, yeah. I kind of dabbled in outdoors stuff. Fishing, Camping... Hunting." I say the last one quieter. Tolerant of fish, sure, but Hunting was still a pretty foreign, if threatening concept to Ponies.
"What was it like, back in your... old world, the forests?" Derpy asks, her cautiously empathetic approach still visible despite her tired state. "You didn't have Pegasi for the weather; was your whole world like a... big Everfree?"
"Uh... yeah, kinda. It's called Earth. Whole world is, like you put it, like the Everfree. But a little less magical. And the monsters didn't get quite so big." I simplify, huffing in amusement at the thought of trying to tangle with sentient deer during hunting season, or a giant, blue bear. "No control of the weather, some plants aren't good to eat and can even be dangerous, and a fair amount of animals there were bigger than me. Not that I ran into too many of them, thankfully."
I heard that Fluttershy knew a bear... but where was the limit?
Hearing that Deer were another sentient race threw me for a pretty good loop. Haven't seen one yet, though. They were apparently pretty reclusive. Were Moose the same? Were they like the Bear, or like the Deer? Confusing stuff, all around.
"How weird was it? For you, getting used to Equestria? Dinky told me how you explained to her, that your kind is the only Sapient species, even though we share a lot of species." Derpy continues. Dinky glances up from her page, nodding vehemently before reaching for... blue. One, single blue rabbit. Masterful.
Dinky always had a load of questions for me whenever she came over; not surprised she'd repeat it to Derpy. Honestly, probably saved me a lot of repeated explanations.
"Wasn't that hard, honestly. Just kind of weird, getting used to things that were considered 'Just Animals', now having full conversations with me. My diet was the weirdest one; figuring out how to get what I need vitamins-wise and all that. Twilight was a big help." I explain.
"Do you miss it at all? If you could go back... would you?" Derpy asks, softer now. Not as heavy-hitting if a question as it used to be, thanks to... recent events.
"I miss some parts, sure; like anyone misses anything that's gone. Honestly, though... doing pretty good here. No small thanks to a pair of some-ponies." I smile, reaching an upturned hand across the table, letting it sit on the surface.
I expected her hoof to reach out in turn; instead, Derpy lays her face in my palm, humming softly to the obligatory chin scratches.
She gets very physically endearing when she's tired; something that is duly noted for my own very honest reasons, later.
It doesn't take much longer for for our food to be ready; once Dinky shows off her masterpiece, grinning proudly to a quiet round of applause from Derpy and myself, I hear Sal call our number.
"I've got it." I grunt, scooting out of my seat, and crossing the crowd. I shift around a purple-colored stallion moving the other direction, their own food in glowing horn, as I'm approaching the counter. Our order is being stacked onto a tray, Sal giving me a wide, bemoustached grin.
"Never served a something like you's, before. You mind if we's add you's to the Non-Pony species list?" He starts as I lean down, sliding our tray towards me, before pointing at their little sub-menu I'd ordered from. Damn, it smells good.
"Sure; H-U-M-A-N, Human. If any others get stuck here like I did, I'll let them know about Sal's." I grin back--noticing our tray seems a little extra loaded. Who ordered fries?
"Human ? You's got it. Oh, an' we's included some extra hay-fries for you's an' you's Marefriend." Sal points out, noticing my confusion. "Don't often see other species steppin' up like that, so good on you's. I gots this cousin, Celestia bless his soul, swept off his hooves by this Beautiful Hippogriff girl, who got left with a little one herself; best thing that's ever happened to him, I swear on my mother." Sal elaborates, waving his hooves through the air while he talks. And I thought I used my hands alot when I spoke; I had nothing on Sal's movements.
Yeah, definitely coming back here next time I'm in Canterlot. I can't help but pause for a moment to chat with Sal; he speak and acts like they took an Italian stereotype, shoved him into a pony body, and made sure he kept the mustache. I don't catch a glance of his Cutie-Mark, but I have a few guesses.
Oh, scratch that. He just turned to yell something to another staff member, and I caught a glimpse; it's a heart. That'll teach me to assume.
It's pretty hard not to get looped into chatting with Sal; he's a very social guy--or stallion, with a natural strength for conversation. Thankfully, he shoos me back to my table so I "Don't keeps you's Marefriend waitin', the Filly's getting antsy.".
Stepping around and between tables and Ponies, I get back to our table, tray intact. Dinky's eyes are ready to pop out of her little head the moment she locks on to my return, and I can tell she's barely restraining herself from grabbing up her food with her horn.
Obviously, since I learn from my experiences, I quickly serve the Filly her food first the moment I reach the table, lest I subject another one of my shirts to a Dinky-Caliber event.
Derpy seems a little more awake, though she's looking into the crowd, squinting. Even setting her food in front of her doesn't pull her attention.
Curious, I try my best to follow her gaze, matching her nose-point while I put my own food in front of myself.
Dinky is already digging in; it's between one of two tables, I think. One with four Ponies, two mares and two stallions, and...
I squint slightly. It's that Purple-colored stallion I passed earlier. He's sat at a table with a Mare, another Unicorn, and a Filly who looks to be probably half Dinky's age; and looks quite a bit like her, just mixed in with the mares off-blue colors.
...I glance between Dinky, and the Stallion. Several times. Each time I do, the resemblance makes itself more and more clear.
Same Mane color, same fur color. Both Unicorns.
I glance at Derpy. She looks... uncomfortable? A little angry. Her face has a few emotions on it, and I don't think even she can decide which one she's supposed to feel right now.
I think I can put two and two together.
I lean over, tapping the part of the table directly in front of Derpy to get her attention. She glances at me quickly, before looking back at the table. Then she double-takes, blinking several in realization that I'm back; that the food is here, that I'm getting her attention.
"O-Oh. Sorry, Anon, I..." She mumbles, glancing over towards the Unicorn again.
"So what's the game plan?" I whisper, trying not to draw Dinky's attention as she ravishes her meal.
"Huh?" Derpy mutters, looking back to me, confused.
"That who I think it is?" I ask softly. She hasn't explained the situation, but it's not a terribly unfamiliar one. I grew up with sisters; I've been subjected to enough TV dramas to pick up on the signs.
"It's... uh..." She glances to Dinky. Yeah, that about confirms it. I upturn my hand, palm up again. This time, she gives me her hoof; she looks conflicted.
"So how do you wanna play this? We taking our food to go?" I offer, trying to keep her from slipping focus again. I squeeze her hoof softly, smiling.
"W-why would we-- huh?" She searches my face, confused.
"I don't want you sitting through anything you're not comfortable with, whether I know what's going on or not. Your call, if we stay here, or take our food to the park, or the hotel, or if I throw a chair at the guy; doesn't matter to me. What do you need right now?" I affirm carefully. I want her to be comfortable, whatever the situation is. If we need to go, then we go.
That last offer seems to break her from her stupor a little, turning to stare at me, giving me an odd look until she sees I'm still smiling. She looks down at the hand I'm reaching out with, holding her hoof, tenderly stroking her fur with my thumb.
She looks back across the restaurant, to the table. It's a mixture of... wistful resentment. A slow, quiet sighs escapes her lips, as she looks at them.
Then she looks to Dinky. A smile forms on her face, as she reaches to ruffle Dinky's messy little mane. The Filly pauses her devouring, grinning with food-peppered teeth at her mom, before getting back to it.
Then she looks at me.
And that smile. That wide, sad smile that crinkled those little freckles, and puts a dimple in her cheek. It sits so quietly on her face, humming softly.
"...No. No, I'm alright. We... are alright. Thank you, Anon." She says quietly, clearing her throat and sitting a little straighter. Attagirl.
We stare, for what feels like a long, long moment. It doesn't matter which way they point, I know those brimming, golden eyes are just staring right at me.
She finally pulls her hoof back, shifting in her seat. I lean back in my own chair, looking back to my own food. Not cold, thankfully; I think that moment felt longer than it was.
"...But no throwing chairs." She giggles weakly, the smile still stuck to her face. "Wait, who ordered Hayfries?"
"Oh, Sal gave us those; thought we made a cute couple or something. Told me how he has a cousin or two doing similar... dating practices, with a Hippogriff. Very pro inter-species, this place." I explain, happy to see her doing alright.
"Sal?" Derpy tilts her head.
"Yeah. He's a memorable guy. Reminds me of home. The guy who took our order." I repeat.
"...What's the name of the Clerk, back at the Hotel?" She asks, raising an eyebrow. Oh, buzz off, bubblebutt, like you know it either.
"...I think it's the mustache, honestly." I muse, scratching my chin.
"Would you prefer if I had a mustache?" Derpy teases, holding a hayfry over her top lip.
"Would you prefer if I had one?" I counter, putting my finger over my own.
She motions for me to lean forward, to which I oblige, before she puts a hoof on my cheek, rotating my face, turning it this way and that.
"...I think you'd look good with one." She hums approvingly, letting me go with a little pat.
We don't worry about the other table. We've got everything we need right here; Dinky, grinning, grabs a fry to join in, the three of us laughing over hay-fry mustaches.
I can see that same stallion glance over a few times as we laugh. But Derpy doesn't pay it any mind; so I don't either. The three of us, at this table -- that's what matters.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 27 - First Night in Canterlot
The door jingles as the three of us leave; place was too tasty for leftovers.
I don't think I'm gonna forget Sal's for a long while; thinking of that fried fish. Mm.
Derpy seems to be in a good mood, too; she's woken up a bit now that we've got some fuel in her, and Dinky is trotting around her mom excitedly.
"I think we've got some energy to burn, and a few hours left in the day. If I remember right, the park isn't far from here." I ruminate aloud.
"...We could swing by. I don't think I've seen it since I was a Filly." Derpy nods, head tilted to look up at me in interest. "Want to see the park, Dinky?"
"Only if I can see it from Mister Muss's head!" She grins, sliding to a stop in front of me.
"Dinky, you can't bother Anon every--" Derpy starts, missing it as she blinks.
We both stare at her. Dinky is already leaned against the back of my head, little hooves kicking out past my neck, giggling.
"...You two are getting weirdly fast with this." Derpy notes, looking up at her daughter.
We grin.
Quiet side-streets lead us further into Canterlot. If I remember, it was...
"That way!" Dinky shouts from atop my head, drawing a few passerby's glances as she points a hoof forward.
Right, I've got my navigational tool. I'm pretty sure she's just guessing, but--
Nope, I see the fountain. She's good.
The stone walls that surround the sizable park come into view first, topped by fancy metal bars. Open sections between them form into cobbled paths, that sweep and sway through the grassy park, speckled in flowers, trees and shrubbery. While half the park seems to denote more to stone-based structures, benches and tables, the other half splits into just paths and benches, working their way around a sizable lake, which sits a family of sleepy ducks. Evening, orange sun splashes overtop the water, giving it a sparkly haze.
There's not too many other Ponies out, only a few out on the paths or chatting on benches. Another plus to wandering around while the Fair was ongoing. A single Guard nods politely to us as we cross the threshold, stood at a relaxed attention.
I consider asking Dinky if she wants the chance to get down and run around, but I can hear her giggling to herself, enjoying being the tallest, grandest little filly in the park. As you were, the Tallest.
Derpy makes a comfortable hum as she saunters beside me, overlooking the greenery as we slowly round the path.
"Today was... really nice, Anon. I'm really happy you came with us." She says warmly.
"And we've still got a day left. Thinking of squeezing in another round on the Wonderbolt track? I'm sure we'd have time." I ask playfully, giving her side a little nudge with my leg.
"No, no." She chuckles softly. "That was enough for me. Well... I might start flying a little higher than I normally do during my routes, but still."
"Wonderbolting it while ferrying packages? I'm sure there's some skill overlap. You should go to that tryout; what was it, next month?"
"Anon, I'm not trying out for the Wonderbolts; they want young recruits, who aren't tied down. Not older Mares with a Foal who already work a full-time job." Derpy tries to deflect, but I'm not having any of it.
"Look, Older Women are hot and all, but aren't you and Dash basically the same age? I know you're not nearly as old as you think you are. I think you just need more fun sprinkled into your life." I counter, giving her a look. I think she's just been shackled with too much responsibility on her own for too long. She needs a rekindling to the idea that she's allowed to do things for herself; and I'm glad to help.
"You're very sweet Anon, but no. I had my fun. It's just... not in the cards. Not with my condition. It's one thing to run an all-cloud track, it's another to actually fly like a Wonderbolt." She sighs, seeming resolute on the matter.
Dinky pats the side of my face opposite of Derpy, before leaning to whisper in my ear.
"Mom would make the coolest Wonderbolt." She whispers firmly. That's not a childish observation or a familial praise.
That's a demand, from my Grand Regent, the Tallest. Her Mom would be the coolest Wonderbolt.
"I think you'd crush it a lot harder than you realize." I prod, testing the waters.
"Please. You saw how sore I got; well, still am." Derpy huffs, giving her wings a little flap.
"Yeah, after what? An hour straight of keeping up with Rainbow Dash, one of the six Elements and Creator of the... Rainblow?" I protest.
"Rainboom." Dinky corrects.
"That." I nod. "You Mail-Mare like no Pegasus I've seen, and I think it's kept you in better shape than you think."
"...That's sweet, Anon, but I can't." Derpy repeats after a longer pause. We're wearing her down, I can feel it.
"What if... Dinky hung out with me, during the tryouts? You go to Cloudsdale, participate in the event, enjoy yourself, and I watch Dinky while you're gone?" I offer; backed up by Dinky's vehement nodding.
"That's..." Derpy sighs.
"I know you'd crush it. You've maintained one hell of a physique thanks to your work, and you'd have a month to kick in a little extra training. Carry a few extra boxes, bank your routes a little harder. We'll turn Sundays into your rest days." I keep the offer rolling, supported further by Dinky, who continues to nod with each point.
Derpy is silent for a long moment; I don't push it, letting her ruminate. It's clearly clashing with some long-cemented ideals she's gotten used to.
Her gaze floats over the lake as we slowly start to circle it.
"Even if, I figured out a way to... actually handle that. Being a Wonderbolt is... a lot, Anon, and I haven't looked into it in years. I can't afford a heavy life shift like that, and with my condition, it doesn't matter how good I fly." She explains. There's a somber acceptance in her voice, like she'd already given up on the idea long ago. "Dinky is the one who needs that kind of focus, now."
"But what if I want you to be a Wonderbolt?" Dinky asks.
That gets a pause out of Derpy, who looks up at her daughter, still sat on my shoulder; she's leaning off my head, holding me for support.
"We both found stuff at the Fair that we want to do, Mom. I want you to be happy, too! Plus, Mister Muss is fun! I already hang out with him, like, all the time!" The Filly squeaks.
I think that last point is the one that hits Derpy the hardest. I know she hates how little time she actually gets to spend with her daughter, since she spends so much time working. I don't know what kind of obligations keep her working that hard, but it's clear she's scared of any life-shift making things worse.
"...I'll... think about it, okay?" Derpy offers, smiling weakly before looking back over the lake.
Dinky goes to add more, but I pinch her little snout shut, pulling it down so I can whisper to her.
"Moderation. Gotta give your mom time to think about it." I warn; Dinky nods, making a zip-motion across her lips.
We both play it off by the time she looks back up to us.
"Whatever you need, Derpy; you know I'm here for you." I say warmly, earning a bump against my leg.
"Yeah, I know. You've made that pretty clear at this point." She teases, that smile getting a little wider. "And I appreciate it. A lot."
"You serve our noble house, well, Sir Mister Muss." Dinky decrees, patting the top of my head.
"Thank you, your Tallness." I reply proudly.
Derpy still isn't quite sure what to make of our little bit, stifling a laugh.
We walked that park for a good while, enjoying the calm scenery as orange light began drooping, and the shadows got longer and longer. Late-Evening was about the time we called it, heading back to the Hotel.
I can't help but glance up towards the Castle, every time it peeks into view between the buildings we pass. The guards are starting to get phased out by their Thestral counterparts, exchanging Golden, almost Roman armor for their Deep-Blue, swept style. While some Ponies might be more fearful of them, I found them more endearing than their day counterparts. Weirdos stick up for weirdos, I guess. They tend to wave back more than the Royal Guards.
There's a different Clerk at the desk when we get back inside the Hotel's lobby; mottled brown fur, big thick glasses. They're not quite as Chipper, but provide a polite nod anyway. They see Dinky fiddling with the keys, recognizing we're a guest already.
Derpy refutes being carried up the stairs again, feeling spry enough to climb them herself again; though Dinky holds no such restrictions. My back is thankful to just stick to carrying one, our door clicking open, and shut as we're back in the room once-more.
Dinky is promptly deposited onto the bed, like a football, spiked right into the cushions. She enjoys it immensely, giggling as she bounces.
Speaking of cushions, looks like they left me the spare Blankets and Pillows as requested. Now I can look into getting those chairs set up for a solid snooze. Once I've gotten my jacket and shoes off, I'm bundling them up in my arms, fending off Dinky as she tries to yoink an extra pillow for herself. She gets smacked by one for her troubles.
"Dinky, leave Anon be and go brush your teeth; toothbrush is in the smaller luggage." Derpy mothers at Dinky, who relents, hopping down off the bed. Unzipping, rummaging, and off to the bathroom to prepare for the night, Dinky leaves me and Derpy alone in the room for the moment, the washroom clicking shut. I can hear Dinky humming through the door as the water runs.
Both my arms are full of spare pillows and blankets as I feel a tail flick against my leg. I have to crane my neck to glance over the stuff I'm carrying, finding my route to my chair-to-be-beds intercepted by a particularly grey, bubble-butted Pony that's staring up at me.
"One 'hell' of a physique, huh?" She chuffs, throwing me a playful stare.
"Meant every word of it." I affirm. I'm tempted to drop the blankets and pillows on her, but don't want to risk the mood by being too playful.
Derpy sobers up for a moment, the smile fading.
"Tell me whatever you're comfortable with, Derpy. You don't have to worry about me." I affirm, smiling down at her.
I feel her tug my pant-leg, as she trots towards the bed, hopping up and settling on its edge. She pats beside herself, and I oblige, setting the spare sheets down beside us as I creak onto the mattress. We both crane an ear towards the bathroom, Dinky still humming to herself, sink still running, all muffled by the door.
Derpy takes a deeper breath, sitting on her haunches to try and face me properly.
"...That was Dinky's father, as I'm sure you figured. His name is Ponet. I met him in Ponyville, some time after I moved here and got settled. He was... nice. A comfort, after Cloudsdale." She starts; I can tell it's hard for her to talk about this, but I keep a comforting hand on her hoof while she works through it. Derpy pauses now and then, as she figures out how to word it, or to listen for Dinky.
"He'd go on and talk about Magic for hours, how he wanted to be one of Canterlot's top Unicorns. I could listen to him for hours... he never judged my impairment; said it made me special. I never really realized how he didn't ask too much about me until afterwards." She sighs. "A simple Mail-Mare like me, given a chance to be with an up-and-coming somebody, is how my family put it. They liked him a lot. Or at least, the idea of him. I didn't notice so much, because I was just so happy to have... something."
"He... he was pretty excited, when he found out we were going to have a Foal together. So we got a House together, threw together a quick ceremony... it was his idea, and I thought I wanted nothing else. We dreamt big, based on his big future, about plans for a successful career, loads of bits. He got even more excited when Dinky was born; that she was a Unicorn, like him. Thought it was going really good for us, that he had it all figured out. But..." Derpy trails off, lip quivering. I tenderly stroke her hoof, and she glances at my hand, pursing her lip. "Things weren't going good for him, trying to apply at Canterlot. Dinky... she wasn't taking after his hoof-steps as much as he was hoping. Ponet started getting... angrier. Started snapping at us. He didn't think my clumsiness was as cute anymore, especially not as my condition worsened. He'd yell about... how expensive the things I was breaking were. How I kept ruining my glasses, how I was embarrassing him." Her voice is heavy with emotion, her face twisted in a variety of pained expressions.
"Sometimes... yelling wasn't enough. He never put a hoof on Dinky, but... he got close. We argued when he put a hoof through the wall when she was being fussy, and he stormed out. Found out he found another Mare, whose father had some Canterlot connections. I haven't heard from him since, and hadn't seem him... well, until now. That's been... probably a couple years, now. I don't know how well Dinky remembers him, but... I never know how I want to tell her, if she asks." Derpy says softly, voice tinged with betrayal, rubbing one of her legs with a hoof.
"Since he left, I've been paying off the mortgage; and since we never officially divorced, and he skipped town, I've also been paying off some of the debts that he had. That, and Dinky's schooling... well, that's why I'm always working. We barely break even each month. I'm... terrified, because if I so much as get hurt seriously, once, we're... done for. I can't afford that. Not the time, not the Bits. And Dinky doesn't deserve that." She continues, her voice quieter than before, trembling as she explains herself to me, opening her worries.
I pull her close against me, almost dragging her onto my lap as I hold this poor, trembling Mare as tightly as I can without hurting her, my head resting atop of hers.
"I... I guess the worst part, is seeing how... happy, he looks. Looked. With his 'New Family'. Like he just... moved on, and didn't face anything for it. No Karma, no kickback... he's just, happy in Canterlot, while I struggle to break even from... I never want to call it a mistake, because Dinky is the best thing that's ever happened to me... but..." She mumbles, sighing heavily, body trembling as she does.
"...Not that you haven't given me a new reason to be happy, for the first time in years." Derpy quietly adds, wrapping her own hooves around me now, and returning the hug.
For a long moment, I simply hold her, gently stroking her fur.
"...You said he never put a hoof on Dinky?" I ask quietly.
She nods.
"...What about you?" I follow up.
Derpy is silent for a long moment. I squeeze her a little tighter.
"I will never lay a hand on you, or Dinky, in any capacity that isn't brimming with love. I want you to know that." I whisper. It's not my place to throw my anger or threats at him, now. I don't care about him; I care about this beautiful Mare. At least now, I know to never let him get too close.
I can feel her nod against my chest.
"...What if you get tired of me? If I get worse? I... I don't want to put Dinky through anything like that again." I hear her mutter into my chest.
"You gonna get sick of me and my limp?" I counter, smiling softly. I gently hold her chin, nudging her to look up at me. Those big, sweet eyes are tear-speckled, staring right through me.
"Of course not." She answers surprisingly quickly, and concisely, frowning slightly.
"Then it sounds like you know my answer, too. I fell in love with a clumsy, caring Mail-Mare with a heart as gold as her eyes, and her adorable, silly daughter. And I wouldn't have it any other way." I affirm firmly. She sniffles, reaching up to wrap her hooves over my shoulders, pulling me into another tight hug.
"I trust you, Anon. I trust you so much. I... you've been so patient. So loving. So... willing to care. I really, really want us to work. I want Dinky to have someone reliable, like you, in her life. Is it really okay if we're not... normal? If we're taking it slow? Is it enough for you?" She mutters into my neck; I can feel her tears wet my skin. "I... I don't want you to leave, because you aren't getting what you want."
"You beautiful, silly mare. The only thing I want is what we're doing right now. Just... us. Doing whatever feels natural. The last thing I want is you to push yourself into something you aren't comfortable or ready for. I'm patient, because I'm not... 'Looking' for anything specific out of this, Derpy. We're both... well, experienced in things that make us seek something other than the normal, standard idea of a relationship. I just want to be a part of you, and Dinky's lives. Those... quiet, Sunday mornings where we make breakfast and play games. Walks where we can just... zone out and talk. Those scant few minutes during your shift, where you can find time to visit me and Dinky. That's what I want. I want you, Derpy; every part of you, no ifs, ands or butts." I state; the words are starting to get caught in my throat, as my own emotions start catching up with me.
We slowly part from the hug, staring at each other. It's all too tempting to start counting those pretty freckles, but I resist for the moment.
"...I lo--" Derpy goes to say, but I press my finger to her lips. She stares at me for a moment -- then also picks up on it. The water is off, and Dinky isn't humming.
We both quickly try to scramble to look a little more presentable, Derpy rubbing her eyes and me quickly scooping up the spare sheets, as Dinky exits the washroom. She blows a big raspberry, stopping a few feet into the room.
She squints at us, glancing between the two of us as we glance away.
"...I forgot to... wash my... horn." Dinky slowly claims, taking several large hoof-steps back towards the bathroom.
The door shuts, and the water starts running again, muffled.
We both see a little horn stick out the bottom of the door, as Dinky tries to peep.
I suddenly feel my shirt collar get grabbed by a pair of hooves, as Derpy pulls us nose-to-nose.
"Anon. Is... is it to early to say I love you?" She whispers, breath hot on my face. She's staring at me expectantly.
For a moment, my mind thinks about... us. We've only been dating a couple weeks. We've only known each other a little longer than that.
Yet, I can't imagine myself enjoying a day where either of these two aren't there. Trying to prepare for the ever-busy Derpy's arrival, getting her something to eat and drink... bumming around my house with whatever else is going on, Dinky's little curious eyes staring, and that unusual wit she has glaring through.
"I love you too, Derpy." I whisper back. There's no doubt when I say it. It's hard to focus on those mottled freckles, this close.
Our lips meet, Derpy pulling me close. She sighs a throaty, heavy exhale into my mouth, pressing hard against me.
We have to wrap it up fairly quick though; almost forgot Dinky was basically peeping on us, and we can hear her horn thudding against the door as she tries to find a good peeping angle.
"Let me go and get set up on the chairs." I affirm, getting ready to stand.
A firm hoof doesn't let me rise from the mattress.
"We... already showered together, Anon. If you're... comfortable with it, I know Dinky would be stoked... and I would enjoy it if you... would join us. In the bed." Derpy explains, blush apparent on her cheeks. "Not for... you know, Dinky is here, but..."
"You want me in there because I'm just so warm, huh?" I tease, grinning.
"Maybe." She jokes back, smiling at me.
"That sounds lovely, Derpy. Are you sure?" I ask one final time, to make sure.
"Positive." She says without hesitation, giving me a quick peck on the nose.
Derpy
The room is dark, lit only by the vague moonlight splashing through the window and its translucent curtains.
The bed is massive, easily able to fit us all, swathed under numerous blankets and pillows. It's far more luxurious than I ever expected to get, during this trip. Or... ever, really.
Curled against my stomach is Dinky, snoring peacefully, clinging to Anon's hand as it reaches overtop of me to reach her.
I can feel Anon nestled against my back, my wings pressed between us, as I lay between him and Dinky. His arm is draped overtop of both of us, the other arm cradling his own head, laid curled up against me.
He wasn't wrong. He's... very, very warm. It's nice. His hugs have always been nice. Tender. Careful.
This is... really nice. All of this. Especially... this. My hoof traces the arm that rests atop me, the slightest heat from his breath against my mane.
For the first time in a long time, I feel... safe.
I also feel a soft kiss press against me, through my mane.
"Not asleep yet?" I whisper softly, barely turning.
I can feel his head shake against my fur, as he plants another kiss.
My eyes are still red, but I feel better. I haven't been able to, or been comfortable with, explaining... that, to anypony until now. It felt good knowing some...one knew, and someone cared.
I didn't expect to see her father here. But... as I feel Anon plant another soft kiss against me, I realize... I don't care as much as I did.
The only thing I dread now is how quickly I'm falling asleep, knowing it means that this moment will end sooner.
...But there's plenty more up ahead.
I sigh softly, nuzzling further into Anon, and pull Dinky closer against myself.
"Goodnight, Anon." I whisper.
"...Sleep well, Bubble Butt." I hear him whisper, words tinged by a barely-contained grin.
I can't get a good tail-slap in from under the covers. He probably planned around that. I audibly sigh, twisting to pout at him.
I get a kiss for my troubles.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 28 - Morning, Star
Anon
I don't know when I fell asleep. I was definitely the last one to knock out for the night, considering how long I spent listening to Derpy's paced, quiet breathing as she rested against me. Dinky had been clinging to my hand like it was a teddy bear, hooves wrapped around it. Or, was.
Wasn't in bed anymore. Another dream.
Somethings... off, with this one. It's not often I figure it out this quickly.
I'm at my old Home. Back on earth. My Cabin, nestled in the woods, about an hour from town.
It's autumn. I'm sitting on my chair, on the patio, enjoying crisp, morning air.
The Moon watches me through the speckled canopy. It definitely shouldn't still be up; the moment I find myself thinking that, it seems to shy further behind the trees. Subtle.
There's this... pinching, on my neck, that makes my face scrunch. It's not too unlike the prior feelings of pressure, but it's far more muted. Almost... annoyed?
I notice I have a cup of warm coffee in my hands. I sip it, quietly. It's good. I don't think I made it, because it doesn't taste like how I usually make it. Who made it then?
Somethings... missing. I go to set my coffee down -- but notice there's a second cup, already on the little table beside my chair.
I glance down at my lap, past my arms and the coffee I'm holding.
Familiar grey fur, curled on my lap, head rested against my stomach. She's breathing slowly and quietly, stirring ever so slightly in her sleep, wings twitching. She has the cutest little pair of round glasses on her nose.
I look up, out past the patio, to the opening in the forest that makes my 'yard'. A small, speeding lavender bullet slams into a leaf pile, giggling as leaves are sent flying. It's hard not to smile as that little face peeks out, grinning at me.
You don't deserve this.
I barely hear something, so quiet, I'm not sure if it's a whisper or the wind. I glance around, but see little more than a beautiful autumn day.
The mare on my lap stirs, blinking a few times as she wriggles up between me and my coffee-holding arms, putting her freckled head on my chest. I lean down, planting a quiet kiss against her forehead.
Didn't hear anything else from the wind after that.
Slowly, I blink awake. I'm not sure what time it is, but it's definitely still early morning; considering Derpy is snuggled up against me still, back to my stomach, making the odd snore, and the pinkish light of early day filtering in through the window.
I hear a tiny giggle. Lifting my head ever so slightly, I stare across the oversized bed. Dinky still has a good grasp on my hand, but the Filly has probably been up for a while; two naps tend to ruin ones sleep schedule.
I hold a quiet finger to my lips, making a 'shh' noise. Dinky figures it out well enough, excitedly nodding. She's doing her best to tuck herself underneath my hand, which is pretty damn cute.
My other hand slowly traces along Derpy's side, quietly rubbing it. I can't help but trace the bubbles of her flank with a finger.
I've always wondered how bubbles rank into a personal talent.
I watch as Derpy's chest rises and falls, with each slow breath that she takes, still in slumber.
I could spend hours like this.
Honestly, watching Derpy is kind of lulling me back to sleep. Dinky is making sure I don't, though.
She's utilized just how big this bed is to work her way all the way around, and is now clambering to lay overtop my head.
That soft filly fur covers my eyes, as Dinky giggles.
If I had to guess, I'd hazard we spent near half an hour just quietly enjoying the morning, Derpy getting some extra well-needed rest. I kept Dinky entertained, who kept quiet well enough, mostly just playing or tickling her, lifting her into the air, so on.
Eventually, Bubblebutt finally stirs while I've got Dinky held in the air, holding her like an airplane.
That confuses the sleep out of Derpy's eyes, who squints up at her daughter in some slight confusion. Watching her nose, I can see her trail her gaze down from Dinky, along my arms, to my chest, and finally, looking up to me.
I smile.
She blinks slowly.
Her head thumps quietly against my chest again, as she takes a deep breath. I kiss the top of her head.
I hear a muffled 'mmhm'. Yeah, I figured.
"Well, I want some breakfast. And if I don't get out of here soon... I might just start with the tastiest thing right in front of me." I whisper a playful warning into her ear.
The way her wings shoot straight out, I think she's entirely misinterpreted what I meant.
"...Not in front of Dinky." I hear her mumble, muffled against my chest.
"Saying that kind of stuff, or doing--" I start to tease, before I get cut off.
I can feel her bite at my chest, teeth digging at me softly.
...If I had wings, they'd be out. Jesus christ. Am I into biting? They're flatter herbavore teeth, so they don't exactly poke through the skin.
I think she picked up on it, from the surprised noise I made when she started nibbling me. The gaze up, from underneath her bangs... doesn't matter that her eyes don't quite focus on me. She knows she just figured some forbidden secret to break my composure. That is a very coy, very playful smile that subtly settles on her face, as she slowly stretched up off of me, flank to the air.
I don't think I won this exchange.
Her wings twitch as they extend, rump in the air, about as close to a cat-stretch as a pony body could get, leaning all the way back.
Dinky blows a raspberry, before mock-saluting, grabbing a pillow, and falling off the bed out of sight.
Wump.
She goes darting back into view, running for the bathroom, the door slamming behind herself as Derpy slowly eases herself off the bed.
Or tries to, anyway. Couldn't just let her leave with the upper hand, could I?
Derpy makes the cutest noise when I spring forward, scooping her up as she's mid-hop off the bed. I don't have my leg on yet, so I can't be overly ambitious and swing her around the room -- but I can pull her back close to myself, holding her against my chestas we both fall back into the warm sheets.
"Woa--Anon!!" She whinnies against me, throwing a hefty stink-eye in my direction once we've stopped bouncing, settling into the welcoming mattress again.
"You think the 'I love you' stage is far along enough to start getting all kissy?" I whisper in her ear, grinning. It flicks every time I breathe on it.
The glare drops as she blinks several times, processing.
"A-non! St-ha!" She tries to resist and pull away, slipping into giggles, but eventually relents and sighs as I stop peppering her, leaning against me.
We enjoy a quiet pause, her head nestled underneath mine, my chin rustling her mane. A big, heavy breath, in and out, escapes my favorite little grey-flank as she settles from the most affectionate assault.
"...Yes, I suppose it is." She hums softly, tracing circles on my chest with her hoof, creasing the shirt I slept in. "That means you don't mind if I kiss you while we're out and about, right?"
"I'd be kissing you all the time if we didn't have such a height difference." I whisper right back, closing my eyes, slowly rocking us both back and forth on the comfy mattress. "And if it wouldn't gross out Dinky. Though you are the one with wings."
She huffs into my shirt, taking a playful tone.do have wings, don't I? You wouldn't happen to be putting it up to me to decide when we kiss, would you?"
"Well, if you don't mind waiting the fifteen minutes it takes me to creak and bend on down to your hoof level, whimpering and whining the whole while..." I tease back, pouting.
"Only if you don't mind me bumping around off of things, including your head." She teases right back, looking up at me again. God, that playful stare from under her bangs -- that was lethal.
"I doubt I'd mind... depending on what part of you is bumping into what part of me, however, might change my reaction." I whisper, nibbling the tip of her ear. She makes the cutest little huff, wings trembling. She's probably doing her best to keep them from sticking out.
"Mister Muss, you wouldn't happen to be making any... improper implications as to certain parts of myself, would you?" She retorts, pushing off to make firmer eye contact (as best she can), leaning over me.
"Oh, not at all. Certainly not the bubble-bearing part of you I like watching when you get ahead of me." I whisper back, my hand sliding to her side, trailing up to her back, finger circling through the fur just above her hips.
She purses her lips, eyelids fluttering at the attention. Her stance falters, her own chest slumping down to rest against mine.
Is she self conscious, because she's a Pegasus? Oh my god, that's the cutest thing.
"...Derpy, I fucking love your flank, just as much as I love that adorably freckled face of yours, or those delightfully muscled legs. Sorry-not-sorry if that's a little weird to just say with the loving talk we had lasy night about the pace of our relationship... but half the time, I can't keep my eyes off you." I whisper firmly, pausing my stroking to stare at her face.
It's a little harder to count those freckles, past that soft blush that seeps into her cheeks. She snorts out her nostrils, leans down, and plants a firm, but tender kiss against my lips, leaning into it.
It doesn't last for as long as I hope, as she pulls away a few seconds after, frowning.
I smack my lips. Morning breath. Seems I can't escape it in colorful ponyland either.
"...This is gonna be a whole thing now, isn't it?" She mumbles, raising an eyebrow.
"Dont want it to be?" I tilt my head, poking her other side.
"Like it already isn't. You aren't exactly slick with where you let your eyes roam, Mister Muss..." She chuffs, pressing her nose to mine. "Just don't make it obvious in front of Dinky."
"Make what obvious?" Dinky squeaks, toothbrush dangling and mouth saturated in foamy toothpaste. Shes stood a few feet from the bathroom, staring at us with big old eyes.
We both flinch, Derpy nearly launching a foot straight upward, like a startled cat. Fuck, Dinky needs to stop doing that. Either we don't pay enough attention, or that kids way too stealthy for her own good.
"Dinky." Derpy manages, after a few calming gasps. "Mister Muss and I... were just..."
"You guys were all 'Muah Muah' and being all gross." Dinky mimics, leaning on her back two legs, wrapping her front hooves around herself.
"W-we were, uh--" Derpy stutters, glancing to me for support.
Sorry bubble-butt, but this is gold . I'm just enjoying the show at this point, watching a flustered Derpy try to rationalize and dumb down the situation, to a daughter who is way too smart, and knows exactly what's going on. Dinky was the one who spurred like half of this.
"Oh yeah, we were big smoochin', just proper slobbering all over each other." I grin, as cheeky as a one-cheeked man can be.
"Anon!" Derpy gasps, slackjawed at my most conniving betrayal.
Dinky sticks her toothpaste-y tongue out.
I'm snort-laughing, Derpy (lightly) smacking my chest with a hoof, looking (not that) upset with me -- before she can't help but burst into a fit of laughter herself.
She snorts.
We stop and stare at each-other.
Our laughter redoubles.
This fucking family, man.
We eventually managed to make our way downstairs without any further 'incidents'.
Complimentary breakfast, again. Hey, I'll take it, pony food or not. One day, hopefully, it'll be or not. For now, it's still pony food.
Dinky seems to have found her preference of the breakfast variety -- pancakes. Her plate is stacked high with them, having ignored the hotel chefs standard for how many pancakes foals should take.
Dinky, ever the wise and definitely not boasting eyes too big for her stomach, took far more than recommended. And she was ripping through them, syrup and pancake debris everywhere. Many brave napkins were lost in the most brutal of breakfast battles, collected into a soggy mass-grave pile beside her.
On the more reasonable side of the breakfast table, namely the side I'm on, a more understandable spread of food is sat. Picked out some loaded potatoes -- no bacon bits, but they didn't skimp on the stuffing. Salad is all but mandatory around ponies. You can only avoid the stuff for so long, before you inevitably need to eat some manner of it to stay healthy. Topped it off with a slice of some wobbly chocolate-jello thing.
Derpy's seat at our little table is empty, her lovely grey-flank still picking out food. At first, I was wondering what was taking her so long, but I think she bumped into an old friend at the buffet table. It's a very purple Unicorn... mare, I'm guessing. Light purple fur, deeper purple mane and tail, with a streak of lighter purple through the edge of both. Also purple eyes. Must've been from the Twilight batch, she's just so damn purple. The only thing that isn't is the three diamonds on her butt, kind of like Rarity's.
Judging by the way Derpy's face lit up (and the ensuing quick hug), it's a good old friend, so that's a relief. They're stood off to the side of the breakfast display, both with their half-filled plates set aside, excitedly chatting away. Honestly, I'm just happy she seems happy.
Derpy eventually points us out, waving a hoof in our direction -- the other mare seems to light up in recognition when she sees Dinky, but falters a little when she notices me.
Honestly, fair. I'm a bit of a flashbang to a comfy breakfast setting.
Dinky isn't paying attention, too busy recreating Normandy Beach with her plate, making a syrup-amphibious assault on her pancake fortress. I lean over, sacrificing another napkin to clean schmutz off of Dinky's cheek.
There's a very obvious, quieter-voiced question about me levied at Derpy. You get used to picking out those subtle, on-the-low motions when they're aimed at you.
The other mare definitely wasn't expecting Derpy to blush, and start tugging at her mane. It's followed a very surprised look, replacing the cautious one, sent my way by that stranger Derpy seems to know. I think she just told them we're together, if the repeated double-takes and pointed hoof are anything to go by.
I offer a little wave, before my attention is taken by Dinky and her constantly growing mess of syrup and pancake gibs.
By the time I look back up, the pair have taken their plates, Derpy with her teeth, the other mare with a soft-pink glow, making their way over to join us. Derpy seems pretty excited, as does the other mare -- I'm getting the feeling her trepidation isn't actually from my looks, the way she keeps looking at Dinky, then me. Maybe somepony from when she was still with Ponet?
I smile at my favorite bubble-butt as she slides right into the chair beside Dinky, setting her plate down with her teeth. No clue how that doesn't seem to hurt, but Equestrian dentists must make solid cash. Plate settled, Derpy tries to rouse Dinky from her frenzy, pointing to the mare that sits across from us.
"Dinky! Look who it is!" Derpy says warmly, gesturing to the mare. The purple not-twilight gives Dinky a little smile and wave.
"Hey Dinky! Been a while! You've gotten pretty big, huh?" She says just as warmly.
Dinky glances up from her breakfast battleground, squinting. Scanning. The ancient Dinky memory vault is unlocking. I swear I can hear the gears turn, locks cha-gunking in her mind. Maybe if it wasn't during the designated Dinkster demolition, it would have been a little bit warmer of a reunion -- oop, nope, there it is. I narrowly duck down, thankfully my reflexes haven't rusted as Dinky's magically-grasped fork goes flailing, flinging drippy pancake remnants everywhere. She lights up like a Christmas tree, eyes bulging.
"Miss Star!" Dinky manages to squeak through a half filled mouth of half chewed food.
Derpy is quick to try and get on cleanup, reaching for any unsullied napkins she can as 'Miss Star' giggles to herself.
"Glad to see you still love food with the same enthusiasm." Miss Star sighs, before turning to me. I catch that moment where she seems to steel herself. "Gosh, I'm sorry if I was ignoring you. I'm Amethyst Star, Dinky's old foalsitter. Well, up until I had to move..."
"No worries. Anon. Good to meet you. I got you to thank for the little delight she turned out to be?" I snort, rustling Dinky's mane.
I can see the soft concern on Stars face, until Dinky wiggles in contentment under the affection -- only partially hampering her moms attempts to clean up the mess she just made. It softens, looking towards me with surprise.
"So, uh... I hope you don't mind if I pry, but last time we talked, Derpy..." Star trails off, glancing between us.
Derpy, finally accepting Dinky is about as clean as that filly is ever going to get while at this breakfast table, sits back. She purses her lips, nodding slowly.
"And what about...?" Star asks softly. I can tell how they're trying to dance around the topic in front of Dinky.
"He... well, he left. Didn't see him for a long time, until we saw him in passing yesterday. He's got a new family." Derpy explains somberly. "Seems like he's happy."
Star reaches a hoof over the table, Derpy reaching out with her own.
"Yes." Derpy states suddenly, firmly, looking at me. She smiles softly, drawing Star's gaze to me. "I am. Dinky is, too. You should see how much time they spend together, it's... a big weight off my shoulders."
Star nods, sighing softly.
Derpy pats her hoof reassuringly.
They both share a somber smile, before parting to actually start picking at their plates.
"So, how did you two meet?" Star asks, taking a few stabs into her salad. "I don't mean to offend, but I haven't seen anything quite like you before... Anon, right?"
I nod, poking at the wobbly jello thing in my plate. Dinky keeps glancing at it. No you don't, food fiend.
"We met, uh..." Derpy mumbles, probably trying to find better wording. Sorry bubble-butt, but there's no graceful way to broach this one.
"She fell through my window, and hasn't stopped since." I snort.
I can tell Derpy wants to give me one of her playful, scoldy hoof-smacks, but she can't reach around Dinky.
Dinky glances at her mom, glances at me, and smacks my shoulder for her. Derpy looks torn between thanking her, and teaching her daughter not to hit.
Star snickers, shaking her head.
Derpy sighs, relenting what little grace she has left about the topic.
Dinky snorts to herself, jabbing the crippled remnants of her plate.
Derpy stifles a cough.
I think I feel a little blush coming on, getting all buttered up like this.
The small talk continues for a good few minutes, catching Star up on what's been happening. She seems to be warming up to me... or at least, the idea of me, seeing how happy Derpy is.
Star had to move to Canterlot for family matters, and once she got here, ended up settling after finding a solid job at one of the local schools.
Well, we're in no rush. We've got time before we need to swing by the castle. I lean on the table, resting my head in my hand, watching Derpy and Star catch up, sharing laughs and jokes I don't quite get. And that's alright. I'll miss as many jokes as it takes to see that smile of hers.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 29 - Goodbye, Star
"The PRINCESS for LUNCH?!" Amethyst nearly shouts, jaw agape. Derpy quickly scrambles to cover Stars mouth with her own hooves, nervously glancing around at the curious faces that look over at the commotion.
They'd wrapped up breakfast moments prior, the group of us now stood in the front of the Hotel, about to part ways. Star had her own plans in the city and had to catch up on them, but wanted to get a goodbye in before she left.
Off... hoofidly? She'd asked Derpy what her plans were for the day, and a wide-eyed, crossed-eyed grey flank had informed her of the luncheon I was subjecting her to with minimal warning. Apparently, just as much of a shock to Star as it was to Derpy. Maybe I was underplaying the significance a bit?
Star takes a calming breath, slowly pushing Derpy's hooves off her own mouth.the Princess? Seriously?" She teases, a wide smile sat on her face.
Derpy sighs, shaking her head.the Princess."
"Now, how did you go and pull that off?" Star asks, turning her attention to me, now.
The only thing I can even offer is a shrug. Not like I planned it.may be comically falsified, if the smile on my face is anything to go by.
I think Star was actually taking what I was saying seriously, until she looked at Derpy's deadpan face, before she cracks a smile. Right, that's not exactly an original idea around here. Ha.
My arm is wrapped around the midsection of a bloated, nap-verging Dinkerdoodle. The filly is slumped against me like a football, having eaten three too many plates of the syrupy goodness, and her gut matches.
"Well, that sounds fun! Lunch with the Princess, not taking over Equestria. I hope you both enjoy it -- The Lunch , not... you know." Star 'corrects', smiling. "I'd say all three of you, but I don't know if Dinky will be awake by then. She looks about ready to hibernate." Star giggles, stifling it with a hoof before it can evolve to a chuckle.
"It was good seeing you again, Star." Derpy smiles, pulling the mare in close with her hooves, quickly hugging her. Star is quick to return the embrace, sighing softly into Derpy's neck.
"It was good to see you, Derpy. You still live in Ponyville, right? Same house?" She asks, holding Derpy still.
"I do, why?" Derpy asks, slowly pulling from the hug.
"I'll make sure to come visit during the next summer break, okay? We have some serious catching up to do." Star notes confidently, a firm smile sat on her face.
"I'd love that, Star -- and I'm sure Dinky would be smitten with the idea to see you again, too." Derpy nods, a solid grin smeared on her own visage, too.
The two stare at each other for a long moment, like neither wants to actually start going about the rest of their day. With Dinky wrangled (partially), I step forward, offering my own hand to Amethyst Star.
"It was good to meet you, Star, and good to meet another fan of El Dinkadore. See you around, yeah?" I offer.
Star doesn't hesitate as long as I was expecting her to, as she flips her attention to me and my outstretched hand. Her own hoof meets it, and she smiles at me.
Derpy rolls her eyes, but I see that flush take her cheeks.
"I try, though she has this bad habit of giggling and kicking her hooves, blushing all the while any time I start talking to her. Any ideas why?" I tease, throwing a grin Derpy's way. I've probably over-teased her recently, as she barely reacts, settling on an exaggerated sigh. Flush is still there, though.
"Not sure myself, but that sounds like a net positive to me, so you'd better keep it up." Star returns, smiling.
"Will do, boss lady. Have a good one, Star." I nod.
"Buh BYE, Miss Star." Dinky manages, wriggling in my grasp.
We eventually manage to part after a few more rushed good-byes, Star finally heading down the street to catch up with some other Ponies she had plans with, while Derpy, myself and Dinky head back up the road.
Derpy makes an audible sigh as we make our way through the side-streets, trying to skirt the worst of the busy morning Festival. Since we already had plans for the day, getting sucked into the hustle and bustle might be a little counter-intuitive, so our plan was to stick to the outskirts of it while we vaguely approach the castle, before cutting straight through.
"We probably have time for you to hit that Wonderbolt track again today, if you'd want to." I offer, glancing down to the grey flank that walks to my side. It's kind of funny how acclimated she's become to Dinky and my antics -- she doesn't even blink now when she watches me wrangle her daughter like a feral cat. Every time I go to adjust my grip on the little Dinker, she counters and scrambles up or down my arms or torso, either trying to squeeze somewhere comfortable to dangle from, or attain as much height as possible. Part of me wonders if this kid should've been born a Pegasus, or if she's got some latent urge to go upwards thanks to her genes.
"Absolutely not. Still sore." Derpy shakes her head, stretching her wings in response. She's staring into the distance, towards an upcoming junction. Actually, she seems kind of distant now that we've gone on without Star.
"You doing alright?" I ask softer, leaning. I know lately has been a lot for her, trudging out to Canterlot for her daughter, me tagging along -- seeing her ex, her old friend...
"Hmm?" Her ears flick, blinking out of her trance and glancing up to me. That's a sad smile she gives me. "Yes, sorry, I don't mean to come off as irritated or anything. Just... I've got a lot on the mind." She explains, pausing for a moment before snorting. "...And the soreness is starting to settle. I definitely overdid it. Monday isn't going to be fun."
"Seeing Star probably brought back a lot of memories, huh?" I offer, slowing my walking pace a touch.
"...Yeah. It was good to see her again. She was wonderful for Dinky, and..." She pauses for a surprisingly long moment, even slowing down some. As I pause to wait for her, she blinks out of it, quickly trotting to catch up.
"That's what brains are for. I'm always here to listen if you wanna talk at me, too. I've got some mostly-working ears that are always happy to listen to their favorite lady, be it words or just noises. Well, left one's a little iffy, but it tries." I offer, leaning down to brush her wing with a finger. She watches it, trailing her gaze up to me, smiling softly.
"What about me?!" Dinky huffs loudly, drawing both our attention; the football shaped filly is currently hanging upside-down from my arm, making a face.
"You're my favorite... creature. Goblin? No - Gremlin, let's say." I grin. poking at the filly. Dinky makes a weird little 'Chee-hee-hee' noise, curling her lip to expose her teeth and flailing her little hooves around, in her best rendition of what she probably thinks either is.
"Believe me, Anon, I know I can talk to you about anything . It's... nothing. In an okay way." She purses her lips, looking up at me.
I wait a good, long moment as we slowly traverse the side-streets for her to continue, but she doesn't. She just keeps staring at me, looking up at my face. Her nose twitches, and it takes some surprisingly serious resilience not to lean down and poke it.
"...You weren't about to say Bubble-Butt again, were you, Mister Muss?" She warns, throwing me a glare. God, the way she has to look up at me through her mane is probably why I never learn.
I look away, grinning playfully, expecting a wing-slap. Instead, I get a warm body pressing against my leg, sighing heavily.
"I know, Nonny. And that goes for you too, okay?" She says, surprisingly sweetly.
"Aw, thanks Derpy. If I get bubbles on my butt, I'll let you know." I snort playfully.
There's the wing-smack, right to the leg. Deserved that one.
"I'm being serious, Anon." She chastises, still glaring at me. I'm still loving that through-the-mane frown.
"I know Derpy, I know -- that's why I joke. I'm doing good; being with you makes it pretty hard not to be." I quickly amend, grinning.
"...Alright, good. Now I can go back to being stressed out about meeting the Princess." She huffs dramatically.
"Hey, maybe we'll even get to see both." I ruminate aloud, tapping my chin.
"Bot--Oh, that is not helping." Derpy groans.
Lunch was looming, and skirting the festival was paying off thus far. We were window-shopping some of the quieter streets, looking at storefronts and shops that were trying to persevere through the lull in activity. And of course, we'd been talking about the Princesses for most of the entire time, too. Apparently getting to rapid-fire questions and get answers was helping Derpy's nerves, at least a little.
Dinky couldn't care less, now idly trotting on my other side. She wanted to poke around herself, darting to a window, peering in with wide eyes, and then running back to us. Like a little moon on a wide orbit, she squeezes between us and circles us repeatedly before launching out to another shop.
"Still, you're on a nickname basis. That's not nothing , Anon." Derpy says. She's been grilling me about just how personally I know the Princesses, so she knows what she's walking into. She's a bit of a worry-wart, but was a little more worried about bothering me with questions. The moment it was clear I'd weather a bajillion of them, they just kept coming.
"Sure, but that's more because she's accepting of nicknames, not that she offers her own, you know? I called her Sunbutt once --"
"You what ."
"-- and she never corrected me. In fact, she started nicknaming me back, so I've just been rolling with it." I explain, chuckling and reminiscing about one of our earlier letters. Her return nicknames were tame at first, but the Princess of the Sun had some... let's say creative approaches to some of her latest ones. Could probably use them as slurs if I ever got back to Earth. Sometimes I forget she's a big-ass (ha) sun god princess deity. Hard to remember, when she's slipping in gossip about her sister or her student with our usual catch-up letters, but I get reminders. Like when I look at the sun raising in the morning, and remember that here, it's a pony doing that.
Derpy blinks several times, processing, apparently.both , should be casual ? Somehow, despite you being an Ambassador for your species?"
"Yep. Any title I hold is entirely symbolic, just so I can live in Equestria easier, so don't worry about that. Technically, without them, I don't have any rights and could even be property." I joke -- though I'm definitely not getting into my species history on that topic. And it is probably true, though I don't see any ponies trying to own other sapient... actually, no, Applejacks farm has cows, and ponies still like pets. I could see it.
"Wait, seriously?" Derpy looks at me, concerned. "That can't be right."
"Crazy, huh? My species doesn't exist here, so no rights for me . If you ever see me up at the Canterlot pet shop, promise to buy me?" I grin playfully.
"Anon, that is not happening. I -- " Derpy goes to refute, but I cut in, feigning offense.
"What, you wouldn't buy me? And here I thought we had something." I pout, helping myself to an exaggerated, wobbly lip.
"No! -- Yes? Wait, well, we do, but I --" Derpy starts to stammer, trying to navigate my minefield of words. Relief from my teasing comes in the form of me nudging her side, chuckling.
"Kidding, Derpy. Celestia's already putting in legislation for a Generalist Species... Protection Act? Yeah, that's what it was." I recall, waggling a finger. "One, in case anything else gets dropped here, and two, for other non-Equestrian species so they aren't abused."
She exhales loudly, shaking her head.
"...So." I state aloud, looking forward.
"Hm?" Derpy hums.
"Would you buy me?" I goad, with sad puppy eyes. "Saw me in one of those little windows, like these? No laws to protect little ol' me?"
"Bucking obviously , Anon. Nopony else is getting their hooves on you but me ." Derpy retorts firmly, throwing me a glare. Her eyes widen as she starts to realize what she just so blatantly stated in public. Thankfully, the streets are still pretty quiet with the Festival ongoing on the main avenue, saving her some embarrassment, and Dinky is a few storefronts ahead of us, out of earshot. Probably. Me, though?
"Ooh." I purse my lips, eyebrow raising. "Possessive ."
"...Too much?" She asks softly, reeling it back, wincing.
"Nah, I've got issues. Keep that energy, I'm into that." I wink.
She scoffs, shaking her head.
She makes a hefty 'You serious?' face as I consider the prospect, stroking my chin and humming.
"Of the pet-caliber, not really. That little possessive streak though? Shit, I'm still thinking about this morning." I muse.
"The biting?" She prompts. "You really liked when I did that? Actually?"
I can only shrug, smiling. "Can't say I won't be thinking about it for the rest of the day."
That smile falls pretty quickly as I watch Derpy check on Dinky and her own surroundings -- the moment she's sure the filly isn't looking, nor any other passing ponies, I feel the push of air from flapping wings. Her hooves are quick to wrap my shoulders, as grey fur and blonde mane takes up most of my vision, and soft, plush lips meet my own. Instinctively, my hands reach out to support her legs and flank, though her wings keep her steady.
And then teeth meet my bottom lip, nibbled playfully. Pulled, bitten. A throaty huff escapes the pegasus clinging to me, and before I can react, another whoosh of air -- she's already hooves to street, trotting ahead. The smile she throws back my way, tail swishing -- saucy, knowing, peering out from under her own mane... it exudes Confidence . Well, that's one way to boost her mood before meeting the Princess.
For myself, though? Whoof. I think I need a minute, pausing to lean on one of the storefront walls. That mare did things to me, and she was starting to figure out just what. Looks like I'm weak to ladies who knows what they're about.
I can hear Dinky shouting for me further up ahead -- I give a half-hearted wave, urging my beating heart to still, jogging awkwardly to catch up to them.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 30 - Dunch, it's Derpy and Lunch
The gates leading up to Canterlot Castle. Bit of a squeeze to get in front of, since they were off the main road -- which meant weathering a hefty chunk of the busy Festival. Now that we were trying to actually get somewhere, namely said castle, traversing through the fairgrounds wasn't as whimsical as it was yesterday. Moving with the flow of activity and interest, curious to see the stalls and what they behold? Fun, exciting even.
Trying to cut from a side-street to the main Castle gateway, directly across? More like trying to cross an active six-lane, American-tier highway, if the cars were waist high and loudly griped about being stepped over instead of honking.
Derpy could fly over well enough, with the other Pegasi leaving sizable gaps in their multicolored flight groups and flapping about at various heights. She got over well before Dinky and I did.
Of course, I'm not going to make a filly fight through that kind of raw crowd-traversing, and we had a pretty good system already in place. Dinky on the shoulders. Nestled comfortably in her usual place of heightness, we abuse my long limbs to step over and around the lanes of furred traffic.
We get a few passing complaints, as being walked over is a pretty jarring experience for most ponies; probably tickles something about their latent fight or flight response, if the way they react is anything to go by. But, Dinky's cheeky grin and waving hooves tends to disarm the worst of the sudden offendees. Seeing her dangling off the top off me with that trademark cheeky smile throws them completely off guard, buying me time to keep skedaddling.
We are undeterred, however -- a most fair maiden awaits us, as we manage to carve our way forward like a viking tall-ship on furred waters, reaching the blonde beauty on opposite shores.
"Your daughter, Miss -- thirty minutes, or she's free." I announce, plucking the wriggle filly from her shoulder-bound throne.
Derpy giggles, reaching out with her wings to relieve said delivery. She smushes and squeezes Dinky's face, inspecting her.
Dinky puffs up, claiming a bold heritage to pineapple-based Pizza's. Through dramatic and watery eyes, Derpy proclaims she'll love her daughter, no matter how terrible her tastes -- before the two break into a mutual case of the giggles.
I love this mare.
Where were we? Right, the gates.
Solid, impressive stonework giving way to sturdy metal gates, posted by armed, golden guards. Accents of gold with splashes of smoothed marble, all boasting the height and ancient nobility of the pair that rule from within its bounds. It'd be an intimidating sight, if I didn't have mental dream-luncheons with the owners on occasion, nor an actual in-person scheduled with them now.
A winding road that leads to the overhanging castles far above and distant, presiding over the lowered streets of the city. I'd come here on occasion with Twilight, but since we got to writing, I hadn't needed to physically visit as much. Once I was settled, not much reason for me to. Though, I hadn't exactly lived quietly since then. Still need to pay off that loan, but with the job from Rarity, it doesn't seem as big of a hurdle as before. It'll just take some time, which gives me something to work towards.
A cleared throat pulls me from my distracted gazing at the regal architecture... like a mixture of royalty and religion. Kind of fitting, considering Tia was some sort of a God-King. Right, distracted.
Derpy and Dinky are looking to me for how to proceed with this, since I'm the one with royalty-visitng experience. The closest guard stationed at the gate is watching us from under his shiny helmet. They've got another one on the other side of the gate, and a third sitting in an adjacent guard tower. I'd comment about how light the security seems, but with them managing the festival, and the ponies they're protecting being living super-reactors of magic, I guess the guards are more for the citizens than the Princesses.
Well, Derpy is watching me, hoping I'll take the lead -- Dinky is eyeballing the guards spear. It's a little reassuring, knowing I've got some wiggle room when it comes to messing this kid up by accident, since she came pre-installed with some weird interests. Mostly sharp interests. Hopefully. If that kids cutie-mark is a cross hair, I'm done for.
Patting my pockets, I scrunch my face trying to remember... there it is. Bundled up Royale invite, left inside jacket pocket.
The guard unfurls it in his hooves once I pass it over, and I watch as his eyes flicker across the parchment. He looks like he's about to say something, but catches the last part of the letter, casting a gaze towards Derpy and Dinky. His lips purse, before rolling it up again.
"Ambassador Muss, and two Guests. Follow me. Princess Celestia is expecting you." He notes firmly, clacking the metal horse-armor-shoes he's wearing, spinning in place.
Derpy is glued to my side, wide-eyed and watching with a nervous curiosity. Dinky is trying her best to imitate the marching of our escort, face twisted all stern, despite Derpy's best efforts to keep her daughter from wandering off.
I've been here a couple times with Twilight, mostly for quick chats or visits where I ended up waiting around. Which, considering whatever issue or question that the Designated Purple needed handled by Big White could take a while, meant it was a decent amount of sitting around. It's why I stopped coming, mostly.
This time though, standing center stage in front of the Thrones, and actually being the point of interest was pretty intimidating.
While the throne of Moons was empty, Celestia's Sun-Styled seat of royalty was currently sitting herself, in all of her glory. Wisping ethereal mane reminiscent of the northern lights, stark-white fur with the softest hint of pink. Her golden jewelry glinting in the midday light, head held high.
Our escort bows -- as does Derpy, who nudges Dinky with a wing to do the same. The filly seems smitten, staring with wide eyes. It takes a few nudges to get her to do an awkward half-lean, unable to take her eyes off the Princess. I know what's coming, but I still feel obligated to as well -- she's got some serious fucking aura.
A faint smile creeps across Celestia's lips as our escort announces our arrival, waving in our direction and taking a step aside.
"Thank you. That will be all." Celestia says softly -- despite that, her tone carries like a wave across the room, as if she said it right in front of me, barely a foot away -- and not across the room, nearly a story above us an a platform.
The escort recedes, as do the pair of guards posted by the door, marching back out of the throne room.
The moment the way into the throne room shuts with a loud clatter, it's like the mood entirely shifts.
Her benevolent, borderline matriarchal smile cracks into a wide, excited grin, hooves kneading the seat of her chair as a twinkle takes her eye. In a moment, she's encapsulated in a golden glow, and she disappears in a burst of swirling magic embers, leaving the throne empty.
Before she appears directly in front of us, the warm swirl of her magic dissipating and cascading around us.
"Nonny!" She grins, wrapping her feathery wings around all three of us and dragging us into her absurdly wide plumage, in an Alicorn-sized embrace.wounded !" She pouts, sticking out her tongue.
There she is. The Tia behind the scenes -- it's easier to see that side of her when she's not pulling regal status for the public.
"Sorry, but it's not my trip, I'm just a tagalong." I manage to squeeze out. She stares at me for a long moment, mulling over the excuse before a playful huff escapes the Princess.
She let's us go, wings furling as a wide smile stays settled on her face. Dinky is staring with damn near sparkling eyes, while poor Derpy just looks frazzled, stood still.
"So I can see! It's good to see you again, and just as good to finally meet your Marefriend. I knew somepony would tickle your fancy, eventually." She says, the excitement palpable in her tone. It's also much less omnipresent, and far more... normal.
"More like took my fancy in a choke-hold, but yeah, this is her." I smile, letting a hand rest on Derpy's shoulder.
Derpy blinks in surprise as Celestia is suddenly in her face, smiling widely.
"It's Dinky!" Said filly squeaks in protest, eliciting a giggle from the Princess.
"Of course, my sincerest apologies. I hope you can forgive me." Celestia nods in apology.
"Hm... I'll consider it." Dinky hums, face scrunching.
"How truly benevolent of you, Dainty." Celestia barely manages to utter, squeezing down a chuckle.
"Dinky!" Dinky dinks in dinktest.
A proper chortle escapes the Princess as she covers her mouth with a bedazzled hoof, clearly enjoying herself. Dinky blows a raspberry at the Princess, while poor Derpy looks to me for any semblance of grounding.
I only shrug.
Derpy blinks a few times, looking to the Princess.
"Oh, just call me Tia. If you're with Nonny, we're far beyond titles." Celestia cuts in, smiling.
"... Thank you, Princess Tia?" Derpy tries, eliciting another laugh out of the Princess.
"That works, too. I hope you're all enjoying the Festival?" Tia asks, starting to turn, intending to lead us further into the castle.
"It's very tasty!" Dinky beams, already hot on the Princesses heels.
Derpy looks to me again -- the poor thing just looks frazzled, all her expectations and worries clashing with the sheer opposite, if not being completely disregarded.
"Not what you expected, huh?" I grin. Getting a peek into the real side of Tia? Definitely not what I had expected on my original trip to the capital. "Threw me for a loop the first time, too."
"...She acts like she's your Aunt, Anon." Derpy mumbles, staring after her Daughter, and the Princess of the nation, as they giggle about their favorite type of candied apple but a few meters ahead.
"Yeah. Without her, I doubt I'd have settled into Equestria as well as I did. I owe her a lot." I muse, crossing my arms in a light reminiscing. The aid, the loans -- she was the one who set up my check-ins with Nurse Redheart, too.
"Like, we might not have ended up together without her?" Derpy asks softly. Part of me wants to agree, but the other part wants to believe I'd have ended up with this pretty little thing either way.
"I think that bubbled flank of yours was gonna find its way into my heart sooner or later -- but I think it's safe to say, thanks to her, it leant hard on sooner." I jest, looking to Derpy with a smile -- one that accentuates those exposed teeth that she seems so interested it. She picks up on it pretty quick, scoffing.
"Okay, beanpole -- keep that kind of talk down while we're doing... this whole royalty lunch thing. I'm still processing that you're this close to our Princess, and that my daughter is having a casual conversation about apples with her." Derpy retorts.
"It's candied apples -- wait, beanpole ?" I snort incredulously.
"Like it? I've been stewing on that one for a while." Derpy chuffs proudly. "And I've got a few more up for peer review."
"Lucky me. Sure you're not compensating now because you heard the Princess call me Nonny?"
"N-no. I've been trying to think of a good one for a while."
"Something as good as Bubble-Butt?"
"Something as good as -- Pfft." She snickers. "Anon, you're just saying my Cutie Mark and my... flank. That's not clever. And I asked you --"
"Not to in front of other ponies, I remember." I shrug, leaning to leer at her.
Derpy lifts up off her front hooves, grabbing at my shirt. Still not sure how their hooves do that, but --
"...Maybe I like the way you get in my face when you are. Makes it easier to kiss you." I tease. That hard shift startles her, and she frowns.
Blonde tail, meet leg in a huffy smack. She tilts her head up, bringing her scrunching nose closer to mine.
It's quiet. Too quiet.
We both pause, looking forward.
Dinky and Celestia are sat just up ahead, watching us with mixed reactions -- Dinky making a 'blegh' face, while Celestia grins wickedly.
"EW! Stop being gross and hurry up!" Dinky shouts, the call-out carrying across the empty throne room. Some serious reverb in here.
"Do they always do this?" Tia asks Dinky, giving us both a raised eyebrow.
"All the time." Dinky rolls her eyes, starting to trot along again. "They're all mushy and whispery and ooey-gooey when they think I'm not looking."
Celestia snorts, and gives us both a playful stare. She waits until Dinky has trotted ahead a little bit, before stepping closer towards us, lowering her voice.
I don't think I've ever seen Derpy get so flushed, I could swear I see steam coming out of her ears. I'd feel bad, but I was busy trying to play off my own blush, exhaling hard. Flirt backfired.
"She's not serious, is she?" Derpy asks quietly, whispering to me while staring forward.
"...I think she is." I mutter back.
Clearing our throats, we quickly jog to catch up, Celestia throwing us both a knowing smile as we reach them again.
Tia's eating this up .
The Dining Room is egregiously sized. Like, this table could easily sit two dozen, long-ways. It's also very cozy. Sporting an unused Chimney that's nestled against the center wall, and with a direct hallway access to the kitchens winding outwards from the opposite wall.
Long, long stone table fashioned meticulously, with dozens of fancy chairs. Before Derpy can object, Dinky takes the head of the table -- only her horn is visible from over it. Some-pony needs a booster seat. Celestia finds this downright adorable, settling in right to Dinky's side, covering a giggle with a wing.
"Dinky, you don't--" Derpy starts to warn, but is waved off by Tia.
"It's alright, Miss Hooves. There's no set seating, here. If anything, I appreciate young Dinky's exuberant confidence. She carries herself well." She relays with a warm smile.
Dinky beams at this, of course, showing off those pearly whites plenty.
Derpy sighs in relief, settling into the chair opposite of Tia, to Dinky's other side. I take the chair beside Derpy, leaning on the table.
"I just try to make sure she remembers her manners." Derpy notes, looking to her cheeky daughter. Dinky grins, reaching a hoof out to her mom, who reaches one back in turn.
"Manners are important, but I can see how well young Dinky carries herself. You teach her well, if you'd allow me to say. She reminds me of one of my students, when she was young." Celestia says warmly, watching the pair.
I can see the almost wistful look in Tia's eyes.
"O-Oh! Thank you, Princess." Derpy nods, idly rubbing a hoof with the other. Don't think she had 'Compliments from the Princess' on her days agenda.
"Princess Tia ." I whisper to Derpy, getting a worried glance. It's disarmed by Tia chuckling softly, and my own grin, as Derpy huffs.
"Miss Hooves may use whatever she is most comfortable with in reference to myself. I can understand that meeting royalty under such a premise can be... disarming, to say the least." Celestia surmizes, looking to Dinky as she raises a hoof.
"Can I be a Princess?" Dinky asks boldly. Poor Derpy looks like she nearly does a spit-take.
Celestia, of course, is nothing but bemused smiles.
"...Teelee-Kee-Sneesis." Dinky slowly words out, grinning widely after.
Tia tilts her head, smiling through confusion.
Dinky shakes hers, refuting it.
"She... quite enjoys magic." Derpy tries to clarify, as Celestia looks over to us. "Even if the terms are a little... beyond her, at the moment."
"I dunno, I think she's got it locked down. I think Tia's got it wrong." I retort, giving Tia a tsk-tsk.
Celestia hums, tapping a hoof to her chin.
Dinky grins at her mom, who just looks to me for... I don't think she even knows. Things went so left-field of her expectations, she's just been left frazzled.
"Sounds like she's got a hoof ahead on that schooling, huh?" I offer, trying to help ground Derpy.
"Oh?" Celestia hums, curious.
Her curiosity is stifled for the moment, however -- as the doors leading to the kitchen swing open.
Staff ponies slowly begin to filter in and out of the room, putting an accidental pause in our conversation. I don't think Tia was intentionally trying to wow us, but... they're rolling out one hell of a luncheon. Then again, I know how much these living reactors that call themselves 'Alicorns' eat. As if it isn't already blatantly made obvious by how half the plates are ending up in front of the Princess, specifically.
There's roughly half a dozen staff ponies, all dressed proper with heads held high, wheeling platters to be spread in front of us.
Talk about a variety spread. I didn't even know you could make that many versions of salads. Some kind of horse-friendly cherry-tomato hay-based pasta. A three-tier platter presenting a variety of numerous cake slices, each a different type. And it just keeps going.
That is, until I notice a few particular plates getting set in front of me, while a knowing smile sits on Tia's face. I didn't even realize it at first, but the staff member handling my particular dishes is a Griffon. Deviled eggs, seared fish, -- while it's certainly no hunk of steak, I recognize the hurdles she likely had to go through to get animal products handled on such short notice. I knew the Apples kept cows, but milk was one thing. Eggs? That's some serious pull.
So far, I'm enjoying Canterlot. A glance to Derpy shows she's looking a little whelmed at the large amount of plates, but I softly nudge her side to try to reel her back in.
The plating is starting to slow, as a final staff member comes out with a tray of drinks. Three glasses of something that's definitely been sitting in a barrel for a while -- and a juice box.
Dinky frowns at the staff member when she's not handed a glass, but the juice box, slurping it loudly in retaliation.
"Thank you." Tia nods, the last Staff-Pony bowing before promptly exiting. The doors to the kitchen slam shut, leaving us four alone again. Only now, with a good portion of the table absolutely covered in a variety of plates, each seemingly tailored to our own preferences.
Once the doors shut, Tia smiles widely, looking to each of us.
Derpy is staring wide-eyed at her own food. She blinks several times, before looking to the Princess.
I thought her plates looked a little fluffier than ours. Now I realize it's literally. Several of her plates are decorated on little puffs of clouds.
"There's hardly an emigrated Pegasus alive that doesn't miss Cloudsdale to some degree -- I thought you might enjoy the reminder, at least in the form of its cuisine." Tia explains.
"I... don't know what to say, Princess. This is very..." Derpy trails off.
"You needn't say anything, Miss Hooves. I simply hope that you enjoy -- as do the two of you." Tia gestures to Dinky and Myself.
Dinky, obviously, already has half a brownie lodged down her throat. She makes an ungodly noise of acknowledgement, something akin to a primordial gurgle, before getting back to it. The top of it looks like it's sprinkled with... pop rocks? It sounds like it, the way they fizzle upon entry into the maw of the hungry filly.
I'm not quite so ambitious, taking a slow start on one of the eggs. Mm -- that's not a taste I expected to get anytime soon. Like a little sprinkle of old-home.
I'd just say home, but... a glance to the certain some-pony sat beside me thinking in right where I belong. Speaking of, Derpy is completely distracted by the array of food in front of her.
Derpy is poking at one of her plates, watching the little puff of cloud it was served on wobble, almost like jello. From what I remember, the last time she was at Cloudsdale was when she was a filly. Most of it looks like it was gathered off the side of a mountain, with some flair thrown in.
"Curious about the cuisine, Nonny?" Tia asks, picking up on my wandering gaze. Her plates are loaded with a mix if high-carb and sugar, like she needs constant energy.
"I'm just surprised how... specialized, this all looks." I nod.
"Well, for young Dinky here, Unicorns have a tendency to enjoy fizzy things, and sweets. Using magic takes energy, so they hold a natural interest in sugary short-term bursts, not unlike myself and my sister." Celestia explains, smiling at Dinky.
Well, that makes sense as to why she's such a fiend for treats, even moreso than normal ponies. That kid puts food away . Come to think of it, Twilight ate some pretty big portions too, and usually had a snack on hand. If she remembered. Self care isn't one of her strong suits.
"Explains a few things." I chuckle, glancing to Derpy's plate. Compared to some of the others, it looks very... simple.
"Why does Cloudsdale style food look like it was plucked off a bush off a mountain, and put on a fluffy cloud plate?" I ask, hoping not to offend.
"Oh, because it was." Derpy suddenly comments, glancing up to me. Tia hums, nodding in agreement.
"Really?" I prod, confused.
"Cloudsdale is very... traditionalist, and most Pegasi are very proud. So, while the Earth-Ponies have been the food suppliers for the tribes, Pegasi cuisine before the Three Tribes Unification was primarily scavenged fruits and vegetables from nearby mountains and forests -- whatever they could get without touching the ground." Derpy explains, turning to me. I'm a little surprised by just how invested she is in it.
"It's a small but beloved practice that perpetuates even today; and is perfect for anypony that misses that little taste of cloudy home. Cuisine made entirely by Pegasi efforts." Tia informs, before taking a bite of one of her numerous cake slices.
"This is... incredibly sweet of you, Princess. Thank you." Derpy says, smiling. Looks like nervous wall finally broke.
"Of course, Miss Hooves." Tia returns just as sweetly.
"Do other pony... types, feel the same way?" I ask, my curiosity still unfettered.
"The tribes? As far as I'm aware, only Pegasi feel so strongly towards Cloudsdale, as it's their only true home. Their history books speak of it as the first, and the magic that exudes from it is the strongest for their 'type'. As in, to fly in the skies around Cloudsdale is incomparable. Perfect wind drafts -- excuse you, Dinky." She cuts in, as Dinky fails to keep quiet one of her louder, primordial noises. "-- and an energy so brimming, there's a local phenomenon among Pegasi who haven't flown in a while." Celestia explains in further depth, waving a fork around. She only has to pause once for another ungodly noise escaping the filly. I think this festival made her even more food orientated. I'm reminded of those food-focused dogs back on earth.
"Twitchy-Wings?" Derpy perks up.
"That's the one." Tia nods.
"Used to get that all the time as a filly. It's why my father got me into the Wonder-Cadets, said he couldn't keep my hooves on the clouds for more than five seconds." She giggles, sighing.
"Here for the Wonderbolt track, then?" Tia asks.
"Oh, no, no. Here for Dinky." Derpy shakes her head. She casts me a warning side-eye. Unfortunately, it's ignored.
"She says, like she didn't rip around the clouds for an hour straight." I tease, fondly remembering that sloppy, excited kiss she gave me when she got back.
Pretty sure she remembers it too, the way Derpy looks like she's about to smack my shoulder with a wing, but pauses, remembering she's in the presence of a Princess. Unfortunately for me, not a Princess that was very intent on stopping such a flagrant assault on my person.
"Go ahead, he has it coming." Tia grins, goading Derpy. "Or shall I?" She offers, extending her own wing. With her wingspan, she could probably reach me across the table. Would probably actually fold me, too. Gulp.
Derpy tsks playfully, giving me a side-eye.
"How noble of you, Miss Hooves."
The two stare for a moment, before breaking out into a giggle. I... think, Dinky gives me a weird look? Or she's looking for help. That's an entire unchewed brownie just... sinking into her open maw. It's kind of unnerving.
We spent some time focused on eating the incredible spread that had been laid before us, conversation slowly making way for eating. The odd question pervaded now and then, but now mostly empty plates were all that peppered the table. Tia, of course, is still idly snacking on a cake slice. She tends to eat them slowly, with a small fork, as if that counteracts the sheer volume of cake she slowly processes over the course of an hour.
I don't think I could manage another bite. I might even need to undo my belt. Slumped back in my seat, I'm feeling deeply content. This Canterlot trip has done wonders for my cravings. I might survive the next few months yet.
Alright, I'm being dramatic, but still.
A side-glance to check on my favorite mare affirms Derpy is in a similar position. She looks good. Like, not just her usual good -- because damn if that mare don't always look good -- but she doesn't look nearly as frazzled. She seems far more comfortable now, having found some common ground with the Princess.
Dinky looks ready to slip into another food coma, brownie smeared on her face, eyes glazed and distant, mouth agape. Standard fare at this point.
"Mm - I believe we got sidetracked." Celestia notes, dapping her mouth with a napkin. The only one of us who looks entirely unaffected by the sheer mass of food -- and is still eating, in the dessert phase now.
Both Derpy and I glance up, curious. Dinky, not so much. She's doing all she can to just stay... I want to say awake, but it almost feels more correct to say alive.
"I'd been meaning to ask, what brings you three to Canterlot? You said for Dinky -- The Career portion of the Festival, I assume?" Tia asks, smiling.
"Yes -- looking into future prospects for Dinky. Opportunities, when she's finished school." Derpy nods.
"A wonderful time and place to do so. Has the University caught your attention yet? I hear they're hosting an event this evening, including Scholarship tryouts." Tia offers with a hoof-wave.
"Scholarship tryouts?" I ask, curious. "I'm familiar with the terms separately, but I'm not quite seeing it."
"As I'm sure you're aware by now, Anon, Unicorns heavily value magic. Not just raw output, but specializations and skills." Tia explains.
"I'd imagine as much as Pegasi value flying." Derpy adds, to which Celestia nods.
"While proper academic application can certainly get you into a good school, impressive showcases of magic can equally do the same, and that's typically what most schools aim for during these events."
"So it'd be like a showcase of your talents, and if you're promising enough, you get a scholarship?"
"Correct. They have premade tests, if your skills align more traditionally, but are willing to entertain private hearings for more unique lines of magical application. Even if one is too young, they can have an offer placed in goodwill that can be taken upon when they reach the proper age. Are Scholarships not as common where you are from?" Celestia asks, tilting her head at me.
Well, I guess a ponies potential was a lot more blatant with their butt-marks and direct magic. The idea of getting a sport scholarship just by... actually, no, that tracks.
"Sure they are. I think we tend to take things a little slower, compared to you ponies, but it sounds about the same. Join a team, practice, train, and if you show good promise, they might pick you up." I shrug.
"I see. Not too dissimilar, then. Unicorns simply... gather that sooner. Despite their propensity for research and study, they're not the most patient group." Celestia hums, sipping at her tea.
I swear I hear Derpy mutter 'Tell me about it'. I snort.
"Are you involved with the event at all, Princess?" Derpy asks, catching Tia's attention.
"The University? I'm not, I'm afraid. I run my own private school, The School For Gifted Unicorns. Representing another academic avenue wouldn't be the greatest maneuver for one of my standing, I'm afraid, but the Nobles of Canterlot can be... picky. There are a few different institutions in Canterlot and it's surrounding regions that tend to occupy the same topic, because they want things done their way."
"Oh, I didn't know you taught!" Derpy says, surprised.
"Where Twilight got her schooling, right?" I ask, the name clicking a memory.
"Correct to both. While I'm not a faculty member, I do privately mentor a few individual students who show an immense aptitude, like young Sparkle. I suppose after a few hundred years, I've picked up enough to be seen as wise , though I doubt my late Mentor would agree." She chuckles softly, helping herself to another bite of her dwindling dessert.
"Well, I'm hoping Dinky at least gets a good look into it. Anon told me they took quite an interest in her, and recommended we attend. I don't want to force her into anything, of course, but... I'd love if she had the opportunity." Derpy explains, getting a curious tilt from Tia.
"Were you not at their booth yourself?" She asks, Derpy glancing away.
"Oh, she would have been, but remember, she was busy carving up the Wonderbolt track." I tease, nudging Derpy with an elbow.
"Anon!" Derpy hisses, her wing starting to wind up, smack inbound.
"Oh, you were serious before? Was that you competing with Rainbow Dash, Miss Hooves?" Tia asks, smiling widely.
"Y-you saw that?" Derpy stammers, hooves floating up to nervously stroke her mane, wing quickly folding back in.
"From my tower, actually. Were you ever a Wonder-Cadet, Miss Hooves?" Celestia asks playfully.
"I-I was, yes..."
"Hm. And what do you do now?"
"I'm a Mailmare, in Ponyville. Have been for years."
"Post-Master, then? An admirable if unexpected --" Celestia starts, raising her head high.
"No, just... Mail-Mare." Derpy corrects. There's a soft, somber tinge despite the weak smile.
I don't think Derpy notices, but I see the smile on Celestia's face falters, before her grin renews.
"There is no 'just', Miss Hooves. It's no less a vital role in the function of any town." Celestia follows, not missing a beat. "Especially the town that hosts my student, Twilight. I thank you for your dedicated service." Years of handling Dignitaries and Ambassadors have probably made her one tough nut to crack, and she steers the altercation with practiced social grace.
"Thank you, Princess. It's alright. I enjoy it, and gives me plenty of flight time, when I'm not stuck inside organizing the post or working desk. Not that I mind that work either, but, uh..." Derpy gets quiet, tapping her hooves together.
"It's always good to take pride in ones work." Celestia affirms softly.
"Right." Derpy sighs, staring at the table. Quietly, I place a hand on her leg in quiet support.
"Of course; I thank you both for joining me, despite my... lackluster warning. I do hope the meal made up for the short notice." Celestia smiles, rising from the chair.
They devolve into a back and forth of thank-you's and of-courses, both trying to remain as polite as possible, meeting up around the side of the table. In the meantime, I slowly kilter back up to my legs, using the chair as support, checking on Dinky.
Food coma. She looks like a murder victim, slumped over the arm of the chair. I scoop the overfilled brownie-loaded filly, tucking her under my arm like a limp bagpipe.
"Oh -- Might I borrow Anon for a moment, before you go? I wish to discuss something in regards to his letter." Celestia asks, looking to me.
"Of course! Should I take Dinky? I can just wait here, or --"
"I've got Dinky, Derpy. She is out cold , and I've already got her. Should just be a second, yeah?" I look to Tia for affirmation, who nods to confirm.
Derpy nods, moving to stand by the entrance to the dining room, while Celestia and I speak by the table. Nothing terribly secretive since Tia doesn't seem to need Derpy to leave the room, but the fun smile that had been sat on her face for most of the afternoon has faded.
I lean close to Celestia as she starts to whisper into my ear, our backs turned to Derpy.
"Yeah, with her... condition, you know. Strabismus."
"In your opinion, Anon, is she good at what she does? I have a hard time believing..." Celestia starts, but I cut her off.
"I'd argue the best Mail-Mare in the town, and I'd stake my other three limbs on it. I think she holds a few records, despite her occasional clumsiness, even. She's an incredible flier, an equally incredible mother, and knows where to take letters by knowing every single pony in town. Derpy is nothing short of amazing." I explain, making no effort to hide my admiration for her. Something Celestia picks up on, her head tilting back in soft surprise.
"...Hmm. I see." She mumbles after a long pause. "Thank you, Nonny. Keep in touch, will you? I have something to... look into, and getting your letters always turns a drab day at Court into an amusing one."
"Yeah, of course Tia. Why are you interested, though? Something the matter?" I chuckle, though it's a short one punctuated with soft concern.
"Just... curious about something. I'll tell it to you later, in a letter; that should inspire you to remember to write." She grins, getting a snort out of me. "Thank you for stopping by, Anon. Enjoy the festival, and best of luck to young Dinky... oh, goodness. I didn't know fillies could get so... rotund."
"She's as special as her mom. Just in... a few different ways. Oh -- Tia, before I go, I've got a quick question."
"Hmm? Of course, Nonny."
"I noticed you refer to Ponies differently, and it's probably just because you know them, but... why do you say Young Sparkle, but call Derpy Miss Hooves ? Aren't they around the same age?" I ask. Not a burning or crazy question, but something I noticed during the dinner, talking about Tia's own school.
"...Out of respect. Not for age, but for something they've done." Tia answers softly, after a pause. "Because despite the difference in our years, our stations, she's something that I'll never be."
"A Mail-Mare? Mortal? Grey?" I guess, grinning. The smile quickly falls from my face, when I see the somber, distant look on Tia's.
"A Mother." She says simply.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 31 - Deceptively Large Gardens
As I'm walking back towards Derpy (whose waiting while doing her best not to snoop, with her ears adorably folded down against her head), Tia's voice picks up from behind me, drawing both of our attentions.
"Before you go... would either of you be interested in the Royal Gardens?" Tia offers suddenly, smiling.
"Oh, Princess, you've already done so much for us..." Derpy tries to deflect out of politeness.
"Oh, nonsense. May I?" She asks softly, as a golden glow carefully hints itself around Dinky.
"If you'll forgive my vanity -- I'll never betray a chance to show it off. It's an unfortunate thing; viewing the Gardens is an act usually relegated to myself, my Sister, and the Gardeners. Most of the foreign delegation or nobles don't much care for it beyond taking our Gardeners ideas, and the guard want the hedges cut short so they can see over them." Celestia explains, gesturing with her wing as she walls slightly ahead of us. Dinky is slumped over on Tia's back, deep in the food-coma, little hooves kicking occasionally.
Derpy is trying to pay attention, but she looks more worried about if it's truly alright for her Daughter to be snoring, and potentially drooling, on the back of the Sun-Princess. That filly is in what I consider the safest spot in all of Equestria, tucked comfortably in that almost pure-white plumage.
"A-are you sure it's alright? I can take Dinky if you --" Derpy checks with the Princess, again.
"Of course it's alright, Miss Hooves. Dinky is a delight. It's been some time since young Twilight was... well, so young. I forget how adorable they are when they're this size." She coos, leaning to look back at Dinky, stifling a giggle when she pokes the fillies nose with a wingtip, watching Dinky scrunch her face.
The garden is real pretty. Take whatever local expectations you have for some nice looking greenery, and crank it to eleven. They've got a whole hedge-maze, all meticulously clipped and shaped. Numerous types of flowers, likely taken and replanted from all across Equestria, sit pretty in bright splashes of colorful display, designed to draw the eye against the green backdrop. They've even got a marble fountain, styled with an Alicorn atop it that doesn't look quite like either Celestia or Luna. Hard to capture their specifics without color, I suppose. A lot of the art in the castle had the habit of giving them the same body shape, when Luna was a good head under Tia at this point.
Two of the gold-clad guards trail us from a decent distance, marching slowly. It's hard to figure if I recognize one of them; when a ponies identifiers are its buttmark and colors, and you can only see their fur, they tend to blend pretty hard when you hide two of those factors under golden armor. Probably the point, helping melt their individuality.
My repeated glancing at them takes Tia's interest, as she pauses to turn and smile.
"I mean, I figured a powerhouse like you doesn't really need protection, but it must be peace of mind to have them patrolling in your stead." I comment.
"Well... I prefer not to label it so blatantly, and they certainly do their best, but there's a degree of truth to which you speak. They're more for Canterlot and the Castles protection than my own. But I refer to that I didn't request them here. I believe they're curious about you, Nonny." Tia adds.
"I thought it was standard to have the Guards accompany visitors?" Derpy asks, unsure. "Sorry, I don't know too much about how this kind of stuff works."
"You've no worries, Miss Hooves. It's a minority of Equestria who actually plays into these things. Most ponies are merely living life, as you are." Celestia explains, humming softly. "Truthfully, it's nice speaking to some who don't care for the pomp and procedure, if you don't mind me saying."
"Oh, not at all, Princess. Kind of a relief, if I'm honest." Derpy quickly adds.
Probably gets pretty stuffy around here, considering she's knee-deep in nobles half the time. If not most of the time.Old-Guard thing?"
"Hmm? Where did you hear that?" Celestia asks, tilting her head.
"One of the guards delivering your invitation yesterday. Said something about... my eyes? " I explain, thinking back on yesterday.
"...Ah." Celestia nods. She seems... solemn, and weirdly understanding of the topic. She steps closer, leaning in to look at my face, scanning me. Our eyes lock for a quiet moment. Eventually, she pulls back, sighing softly.
"Mmhm." I nod. Derpy bumps against my side, positioning herself to listen. She gets a hand resting on her withers for the effort, something she leans into.
"Is this about what you were explaining to me before, Anon? About what you did back on... Earth?" Derpy adds, her curiosity piqued.
"Oh?" Tia hums.
"I tried explaining my old career. I'm surprised the words don't seem to match."
"Being a Soldier? An unintended side-effect of years of Harmonic pursuit. The word still exists in other nations, especially those with standing armies... though a few have their own words for something similar." Celestia explains.
"So Equestria used to have 'soldiers'?" Derpy presses.
Celestia nods, staring distantly out at the garden.
A hefty canopy turns the comfortable sunny midday to a shaded, quiet trek. Even the guards that were following us pause, waiting where the shift begins. The castle is quickly growing distant, until all we can see is dense foliage that blocks out most.
Right when I'm about to ask what we're walking for, sharing a glance with Derpy, Celestia stands aside, watching both of us.
It's an overgrown glade in the middle of this back-of-the-garden forest. It seems like hardly anyone, even the gardeners, come back here with how overgrown everything looks. Thick grass grows up to near Derpy's chest, with numerous thick bushes and vines growing over and draping from the branches overhead.
Speckled among the grass in a series of rows, their tops just peering out from the grass... are headstones.
"Very few know how large the Royal Gardens boundary actually is." Tia starts to speak, slowly walking deeper into the forested opening. The grass trails along her fur, parting for her as she approaches the nearest headstone. Her tone is quiet, as a hoof gently rests atop the worn stone. The name has long since faded.
Derpy slowly looks over the glade, glancing up to me. I nod towards Tia, raking a few steps forward myself, Derpy following after me.
"A... secret cemetery?" Derpy asks softly, confusion on her lips.
"Every soul who rests here, gave their life to the pursuit of Harmony that we now live today. Soldiers. Warriors. Dating back hundreds of years. This clearing alone connects to several others, dating back even further." Celestia's words hold a sad note, even as she offers a weak smile to the fidgety filly upon her back, using her wings to adjust Dinky.
Deepy seems confused, glancing to me.
My gaze is stuck on the numerous headstones, strewn about and forgotten, as vines and grass slowly bury them. I can't fault Celestia, for living so many years.
"It's one of my deepest regrets, and one I think of every time I look over the gardens." Celestia nods, lowering her hoof.
"I'm sorry, I'm... confused. These are all guards who gave their lives in the past? Soldiers?" Derpy presses, stepping forward.
"... The Old Guard is the current Veteran branch of the Solar Guard. They, thirty-six years ago, engaged the Griffonian Empire in a border skirmish that pressed on Equestria's north-eastern borders and islands." Celestia states simply.
She walks around a few of the graves, moving to the opposite section. Here, the grass is shorter, the carvings that dig into the erected stone more legible.
"More Ponies who weren't able to live their lives under Harmony?" I prompt, leaning to read one of the headstones. Derpy steps forward with me, but looks to me expectantly.
"...Brandished Brawn, Solar Guard Cadet. Valiantly laid to rest following a bold defense of the border-town of Hoofwood." I read aloud.
"They fought with the Griffons?" Derpy asks, quietly.
"Both sides lost lives during that conflict, until the Griffonian Empire receded it's attempted claims. I tried every avenue for peace, but... not every nation appreciates Harmony." Celestia states, walking between a few of the graves. She pauses besides a few, leaning her head low beside them.
"...So you did something similar, Anon? On Earth, you would fight for your people?" Derpy asks, turning to look up at me.
"Yeah." I state simply. "I was one of the lucky ones."
When I say that, Derpy looks over the entire cemetery. Its hard to read her expression, but I feel her nuzzle against my side.
When I finally get a look at her face, she seems... surprisingly collected for someone who just got a secret splash of Harmonic history and its bloodier side.
"What do you mean, Miss Hooves?" Celestia questions, turning to step closer.
"I've never lived for a thousand years, but... most ponies don't know about this kind of thing, at least as far as I know. And that's because of the few who chose this path. They... I think they'd rest easy, knowing their loved ones, their grandchildren, and so on, live in a world where places like this aren't needed." She explains, stepping in front of the Princess, looking up at her.
"And yet I let this place reach this state, afraid to reveal it and it's history to those same descendants." Celestia rebukes, shaking her head.
"You've done more than any single pony could ask, Princess Celestia. You've made choices few others could make, and you've kept them in your heart all this time. Your apology to them isn't just the garden, the pretty flowers or the graveyard, but the entire nation of Equestria and it's ponies that knows peace thanks to them -- thanks to you." Derpy refutes, surprisingly concise as she steps even closer to the Princess. This seems to take even Celestia off guard, whose ears press back.
"My daughter lives in a world where she won't know this kind of thing..." She smiles, leaning to brush Dinky's hair with a wing, before glancing back to me, smiling.
For a long moment, Celestia doesn't move, staring down at the blonde-maned, grey-furred pony doing her best to wrap a pony near twice her size with her wings.
Then I hear a sniffle, as her chest starts to shake. Celestia's neck curls down to rest against Derpy's, their wings meeting as I watch tears well up in the corners of Tia's eyes.you ."
They pull apart, the Princess regaining her composure and wiping her face with her wing, sniffling. A small smile sits on her face, as she overlooks the grove with a renewed vision.
"If we're in Canterlot again, I'm sure we'd both love to help." Derpy offers, looking to me.
"Oh, Miss Hooves, you don't need to..." Celestia trails off.
"Sure, could make a day of it." I butt in, smiling. Didn't really know when to jump in with the hug, since that caught me well off guard, but a little reassurance would probably go a long way right about now.
Celestia sighs softly, looking between us.
The next... hour, I'd say, we spent in that quiet, solemn little spot away from the rest of the castle, deep in the gardens. Celestia and Derpy are deep into conversation on a variety of topics, ranging from renovating the glade to the impact of her choices today. Derpy is acclimating surprisingly well, for someone who was so nervous about meeting the Princess just hours before, now deeply engaged in a back-and-forth conversation that has them both wandering between the headstones, even laughing. I can easily see that Tia is enjoying this -- having someone to talk to, that just... understands.
I participate here and there, but for the most part, this is their moment. Mine is handling this football shaped filly so they can focus. She's still out cold. I'd be concerned, but she gets very grumbly if I'm not holding her right. Even whacks me a few times in her sleep for nudging her too much. I think sturdiness, and a general leaning towards hitting things, runs in their genetics. It's a funny though, imagining great-grandma Hooves snoring like a brick and throwing hands -- or hooves, I guess.
I can still hear them chatting, a soft smile on both of their faces, as my own eyes wander to the closest grave that I'm sat beside. It's one of the more recent ones, only partially overgrown by vines and grass. The name is partially faded, dating their death to a few decades ago.
I know a few guys, resting in their own place like this. Not quite as overgrown, but not with too many left to visit them. The ones who weren't as lucky as I. Funny, to consider losing a leg lucky, out of the scale of what could have happened. Knew a guy who lived, like me; but lost a lot more. Wheelchair bound. He got tired of it pretty quickly.
I sigh, patting the jiggly belly of this flopped filly, who grumbles in retort. And now I'm dating a pastel, miniature horse, playing babysitter with her daughter.
Things stopped making sense after I saw magic was real. But that's alright, things don't need to. I'm... content. Honestly, I'm just glad I don't have to try and explain this to anyone.
"Hey, you." I hear softly beside me. "Ready to go?"
It's Derpy, stepping through the grass to stand beside me. We're about face-to-face with me sitting; something she's quick to take advantage of, pecking my cheek.
"Yeah, sure. This ones still out, though." I nod to Dinky, whose slumped across my lap. She's looking more and more like one of those rounded-out little potbelly pigs.
Derpy leans down, snout to snout with her daughter. Their noses touch, snouts scrunching, before Derpy chuffs in Dinky's face.
Dinky startles giggling, wriggling and covering her face with her hooves, twisting around on my legs.
"Little faker. I believe you've been duped into carrying her around, Anon." Derpy 'sighs', shaking her head at the elaborate ruse I've fallen prey to.
"Oh, what a fool I be." I grin, hoisting up the little wriggler.
We both glance back towards the graves, where Celestia stands over them, silently looking between each headstone a short distance from us. She looks like she's in her own little world.
"Sounds good." I nod, rotating the trickster so she's four hooves pointed down, before releasing her. She's shorter than most of the grass, so the moment I let go of her -- poof. Gone.
Derpy is pretty quick to wrangle here though, getting her with a wing as she leads her out.
I'd say goodbye to Tia, but... she looks a thousand miles away. I'll thank her in my next letter.
"You two got along pretty well." I comment as we slowly clear the forest, returning to the gardens. I can see the pair of guards that were trailing us up ahead, waiting idly.
"...We did, didn't we? I was so nervous, meeting the Princess. But she's so... normal." Derpy explains, Dinky happily trotting beside her. Someones got leagues of energy to burn.
"You took to a lot of that information pretty well, too." I add.
"Huh?" She asks, head tilting as she looks up. One of her ears flops over; it takes an incredible amount of resolve not to fix it. Resolve I don't have. I lean down and flick her ear back into place as she watches my hand.
"Might be the first pony in a long time to learn about that kind of stuff. Doesn't bother you?" I continue, watching her face.
She doesn't seem as conflicted as I expected her to, for a pony who just learned about war, soldiers, and the Princesses secret graveyard.
Dinky trots ahead a few feet, having locked in on a butterfly that was fluttering past.
"You didn't seem... surprised, when you saw it. I think that's what made me realize." Derpy says softly, nudging my leg.with you. It wouldn't be fair to you." She says softly.
...She's just the sweetest thing, I sigh to myself, staring into those golden eyes. Wears her heart on her sleeve -- if she had a shirt.
Now I'm picturing her in an oversized t-shirt.
I might have a spare laying around to give her, because I like what I'm imagining.
I just smile at her.
"You mean like being friends with the Princess? Wait, do you think she considers us friends?" She asks, eyes widening.
"I bet the amount of creatures alive today that know about that little place don't even reach double digits." I mention, nodding back to the slightly-less-somber place we'd just left behind.
"That... yeah, okay. Wonderful. I'm the Princess' friend." Derpy slowly states; she's having trouble keeping the smile off her face.
"Think you sealed the deal with that hug of yours. I think she's been needing one of those." I point out, as Dinky darts between my legs. Nearly doesn't make it with her comically added weight, as she goes racing after the butterfly back the way we came.
"The hug. Right. Hugged the Princess." Derpy reminds herself. "But it felt like the right thing to do. Every time I looked at her she just looked... sad. Sorrowful, even. She's just a big pony, really. She still feels things like us. Because she is like us."
"Well said, Bubbles." I nod, pursing lips.
Derpy looks up at me like she's about to be irritated, but pauses, squinting ever so slightly.
"On you, last I checked." I snort.
"Huh? Oh, ha-ha. You stop it." She scolds, huffing.
"Want me to double check you've still got it?" I whisper playfully.
"Got what? That I've still got my Bubbles, or my Butt?" She asks, raising a brow.
"Want me to check both just to be safe?" I smile, my hand tracing between the base of her wings. They both flinch as she tsks at me.
"You just can't keep your hooves off me, can you?" Derpy reprimands me -- though she doesn't do anything about the hand, for the fingers trailing through her fur.
"Kind of your fault, honestly." I shrug, getting a scoff from the Pegasus. I don't bother to correct her.
"Really? And how do you figure that?"
"Just you being so damn amazing day after day. Really sweeping me off my foot here."
"You're ridiculous." She laughs softly, shaking her head. Our banter is cut short, as the two guards are a few feet ahead of us, looking at us expectantly while waiting beside the entryway back to the garden proper, the hedges and flowers visible behind them. Well, one of them is -- the other is trying to keep an eye on the filly that just raced between me and Derpy, and is now darting between his legs. He's got no idea what to do.
The distracted one has a soft-blue fur, the attentive one an almost cream color. Both look pretty young, likely on the newer side.
His gaze flits down to my leg, before his professionalism returns quickly, holding his head up. I'm half expecting a little explanation or for them to say... something, but I remember what Tia said. They're just kind of curious, which makes it a touch awkward. Let's fix that.
"You can touch it if you want." I offer, lifting my prosthetic leg out to him, wiggling it.
"N-no thank you, Sir. Just... here to escort you." He offers, clearing his throat.
Derpy gives me a look that says 'Quit messing with the poor guy', nudging me again. Fair enough.
"Would you mind leading us to the gates? I'm afraid I don't remember the way." Derpy asks, to which the guard quickly nods.
"Of course. Follow me." He answers quickly, turning in place -- stopping as Dinky bolts underneath him as well, startling him.
"Dinky!" Derpy calls after the speeding bullet, as she comes screeching to a stop.
"Yeah?" Dinky asks, tilting her head.
"With me, come on." She tuts, motioning beside herself with a wing. Firmly.
"Okaaaaay." Dinky groans, slowly dawdling back over.
The guard tries to regain his composure, straightening his stance as the pair take point.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 32 - The University Event
"Eventful, for a lunch." I comment, glancing behind us as the large gate slowly shuts, the guards that had been escorting us trotting back the way we'd just came. With the Castle behind us, the bustling main road is still underway with the excitement due for the final day of a festival, ponies trying to get around before they miss their chance. Still a good sized crowd shuffling along, but we're granted a little brevity thanks to the in-between road from the gates and the main path.
"It was, wasn't it? But in a good way." Derpy agrees, a pouty, slightly less portly Dinky posted up beside her mother. She burnt off a lot of that pudgy weight... weirdly quick. Another tally for how these things just work weird. Seems they're at their strangest as children.
"Yeah. Real good." I agree.
Dinky nods her head in agreement fast enough, I worry if she's going to knock her brain loose. Of course she agrees; kid got to load up on more sugar than I got in my entire childhood.
Looks like it's a good bit into the afternoon, I figure, once I stop watching Dinky try to shake her horn loose and get a good look up at the sky. Must've been in there... shit, at least two hours. Didn't get to see Luna, but she'll probably say something about it next time I knock out cold. At least the weathers holding out.
...Right. Scheduled weather. Man, what a concept.
Hang on. The festival. Throwing axes, Historical Equestrian Martial Arts... they still have those and the average pony doesn't know squat about soldiers or war? That's some pretty solid history scrubbing there, Princess. I think the throwing axes thing was marked as... Recreation?
"...So." Derpy mumbles, one of her hooves tapping the stonework underneath us, pulling me back from my thoughts. "How long until the University event?"
"Uh..." I par myself down, trying to find the pamphlet. In the meantime, Dinky shovels her face into the little bag hanging off of Derpy's neck, before pulling out the scrunched paper.
"Hrmh!" She announces proudly, holding it out.
Derpy snorts, shaking her head.
Said filly who rolls her eyes, before a... that is a bright, golden glow that wraps around the pamphlet, unfolding it and holding it in front of herself. Kid must be supercharged after that unicorn-centric snackpile they called a meal.
"Four!" Dinky announces proudly.
"Hopefully, we've got about an hour or so. I think. Don't think I've seen a clock since yesterday." I gripe, glancing over the crowd. "Where does it say?"
"The park." Dinky continues, folding it up and handing it to Derpy -- who tucks it back into the bag with her mouth.
"...I think the Hotel has one in their lobby." Derpy idly comments, squinting."
"Huh? A park?" I ask, confused. "Like a little grassy spot?"
"Oh, no -- a clock. Sorry. We should head over there then, right?" Derpy says, patting her daughter with a wing.
"Ahh. Earlier we go, better seating, probably." I agree, holding an outstretched hand to Derpy. She blinks at it, confused, until I gesture at her wing.
"You trying to hold my wing, Mister Muss?" Derpy teases -- yet her soft feathers gently slip against my palm all the same. We did it earlier back in Ponyville when boarding the train... but I'd like to do it more often. A little strange, trying to be gentle with the feathers, but Pegasus wings seems pretty sturdy. Especially Derpy's; she's sturdy (in the best way) and with a good wingspan.
"Absolutely." I smile, brushing between the individual, larger feathers with my thumb. With how pegasi used their wings half the time, the largest of the flight feathers could probably be interpreted as some form of finger.
I feel an odd tingle brush against my other hand, like something is enveloping it with a... damp blanket that doesn't leave my hand wet?
There's a soft, golden light enveloping my other hand, as Dinky waddled to my other side. Her horn is aglow, and she's smiling widely, refusing to be left out.
Forget how weird magic feels. Ponies don't normally use it on me -- excluding Twilight, who I had to figure some boundaries with earlier on. Thankfully, not the norm.
This little grasp of magic though -- I can deal with. The source of it is pretty damn adorable. It's a bit odd, holding hands by wing and magic, but it adds this oddly endearing element to the whole thing.
Derpy tugs at me, glancing back over her shoulder as she starts to lead. Seems she remembers the way -- but the smile on her face is telling me she's enjoying this too.
One weird shuffle through the waves of ponies, and we were through the breach, back to cutting through the lesser-used side streets. Still less populated thanks to the ongoing festivities, it's mostly other individuals or families avoiding the bustle -- or heading to the park like us.
Starting to see a lot more unicorns. Proud parents, excited foals trotting alongside them, and the numbers only thicken as we get closer and closer to the event. Not as packed as the main road, but it's starting to get there.
Also noticing a lot more... wealth, especially among the horned ponies. The raised snout, accessories and even some clothes are starting to make an appearance. It's putting a nervous streak in Derpy, who keeps glancing around. Maybe some conversation as we shuffle forwards towards the entryway might help ease her thoughts.
"...Is there like a pedigree thing with ponies?" I ask suddenly.
Dinky tilts her head, curious, while Derpy blinks several times as she clues in.
"Like, you're all magic, right? Even with Unicorns being a bit more outward with their horn and all that." I continue, to which Dinky nods.
"Miss Cherilee told us about how all the ponies have their own kinds of magic. Earth ponies are in their hooves, pegasuses like Mom are in their wings, and mines in my horn!" She explains, beaming proudly.
"And different ponies can have kids, obviously..." I trail off in thought. Derpy picks up where I'm going with it, sighing softly.
"Yeah, to a degree. It's most prominent in... traditional households. They believe that if the lineage keeps to a kind, the magic will be stronger. There are some pegasi on Cloudsdale who hold that kind of belief, thinking 'pure' pegasi fly faster. Since, you know, only pegasi can safely live there without issue, it'sa surprisingly large amount of them that hold that belief." Derpy explains. She seems a bit sour about the notion... which I understand.
"...Does it?" I ask, curious now.
"Couldn't tell you, unfortunately. I think Dash comes from a pegasi-only line, but... she's already kind of an outlier, even among the others. They tend to be Wonderbolts, more often than not, but there's enough mixed-pegasi that it muddies opinions." She continues to explain.
"...You've got earth pony in your blood, right?"
"My mother, yes. Why?"
"I thought so. Just curious; my peoples Nobility of old had a whole thing in our history about keeping bloodlines 'Pure'. Backfired when the..." I lean down to whisper. "Incest backfired on them. One dude had water in his skull."
Derpy makes an 'eugh' face as I smile, enjoying her reaction -- though it morphs into a curious face surprisingly quickly.
"Not well, and not for long." I state simply, shaking my head.
"...Huh." Derpy hums. She seems more interested than I was expecting.
"What's wrong with having water in your brain?" Dinky asks, head tilted.
"Soggy thoughts." I say quickly. She makes a little 'Oooh' sound, nodding and accepting the answer.
Derpy stifles a snort, before she motions for me to lean down.
"Yeah, think I figured it in the first week of knowing you." I nod.
"How?"
"Well, you're about as stout as one -- especially in the flank. Drives me crazy." I offer, cheeky in tone.
"You... like that I'm... 'stout'?"
"Is that a surprise at this point?"
"Well, normally pegasi beauty standards are... lithe, small, athletic. Not..." Derpy clarifies, glancing back at herself. I might've joined her in glancing, too.
She's a good mix of muscular, curvy and stocky. She's well-muscled from labor, but it's not refined -- showing hints as her leg extends fully or when she moves in certain ways. But to move the way and the speed she does, while being on the larger size for a pegasi? Definitely strong.
...My eyes are definitely roaming a little too much.
"Anon?"
I cough awkwardly, glancing back to her face. She's giving me a 'really?' look.
"...Dunno what those other pegasi are on about. I think you should be the standard." I offer. She scoffs, rolling her eyes.
"Right. Sure." She deflects.
"Gimme half an hour when we get back to the hotel, and I'll tell you my favorite thing about each part of you." I whisper, smiling.
I'm expecting a wing-smack, but I'm holding said wing, and it doesn't even twitch. I do see a hint of flush form on her cheeks. Instead, she bumps my side, tsking at me.
Dinky sticks her tongue out at both of us, making a bleugh noise once she's mentioned.
"But... I'll hold you to that." Derpy mutters back, now walking close enough that we keep bumping each-other every few steps. She's got this little smile sat on her fave now that just doesn't seem to want to go away.
"Just a feeling I'm getting seeing all these..." I stop, as a Unicorn with her nose raised so high she might as well be trying to smell clouds cuts us off, trotting to join another group. "...Nobles. Starting to wonder if this school is a status thing."
"I've been thinking about that, too. I want Dinky to have options and opportunities, but... Canterlot is far, and we can't move here easily. But there's no Unicorn-centric schooling any closer... but by the time she goes to one of them, she'd be old enough to board there. But boarding in a place with expectations about something out of her control..." Derpy sighs. She has a point; while she's got faith Dinky could rise to meet whatever prestigious demands a Unicorn school might demand, there's nothing they can do about difference in life experience. Being surrounded by Canterlot nobles and the Canterlot lifestyle, away from her Mom and home... it's a daunting thought path for poor Derpy.
Not so much for Dinky, who puffs up her chest.
"Not quite, kiddo. That's not really something you can do ." I explain, and Dinky falls back to rumination, before shrugging.
"I know you can, Dinky. Your mom just worries for you, is all." She nods, smiling softly.
"She's got Teelee-Kee-Sneesis, don't you know? Dinky will be fine." I joke, getting a huff out of Derpy -- and a prideful, beaming smile out of Dinky.
"...Yeah, you're right." Derpy smiles, nodding.
A pair of city guards stood at the fenced entryway to the park are slowly motioning ponies through. I can see it from the distance; almost half the park doesn't look like itself anymore, changed by magics. Numerous banners bearing the logos and insignias of the Unicorn University hang over the gathering ponies heads, styling a Unicorn horn surrounded by magic. Grey and Purple seem to be the big color themes for the University, with a splash of that deep plum color everywhere you look.
Lots of other foals, like Dinky, though most aren't as young. Closer to the age of being enrolled, I'd figure, though there's still some little ones.
As we're guided through the entryway along with a few others, we can see where the main bulk of the event is happening. They've constructed a large stage, lifted from the ground and backed with large, draping curtains. There's a table with half a dozen darkly colored gown-wearing ponies sitting and talking quietly, while numerous stands have been raised for ponies to watch the presentation floor. Since they don't use chairs, their form if bleachers are very wide to work around how they tend to sit on their haunches or stomachs. They're about half-filled so far, so looks like we got here soon enough.
Of course, it wouldn't be a Unicorn thing if they weren't showing off magic, either. Just like at the booth the day prior, floating blue text that holds a soft underglow ambiently informs event-goers of the time they'll be starting, and other minute information like directions, or blurbs about the University. A good portion of the banners and curtains aren't actually secured to anything, floating and wisping in the air. There's a... static to the whole area, with it being under so much magical exertion. I've got the feeling even the stage and stands weren't made by hoof.
Derpy is more concerned about avoiding bumping into anybody, considering a good portion of this crowd seems to care little for watching where they're going. Simple solution is she keeps pressed up against me pretty good, using me as a navigation tool. No complaints from me. Dinky, on the other hand, isn't tethered by a wing, and keeps trying to drift further while still 'holding' my hand, curious about the abundant magic she's witnessing. I guess she... 'feels' me tug the 'magic hand' she's holding my hand with? Any time she gets too far, a little pull and she perks up, and rotates back towards me.
"Where should we...?" Derpy asks aloud, unsure.
"Anywhere with an open spot, probably. Gonna hear something about trying to look past me either way, unless I lay down." I snort. It takes Derpy a second, then she realizes. With my height, in a nation of little horses, anyone sitting behind me for anything naturally disliked me. Just an unfortunate law of nature.
"Right. Near the back rows, then?"
"Dont want to be too far from the stage, though."
"But if we put you in front..."
"Might even get two rows whining." I chuckle at the inevitable upset.
There's a sudden, firm yank from Derpy's wing, pulling me to a stop.
"I'll live, Derpy. It's grass. If I get tired, I'll sit. Come on." I argue, gently pulling her forward again. She's resistant at first, but sighs.
Working through the other gathering ponies, we manage a spot on the second row, right side of the stage where it's a little quieter. It's close to those gown-wearing ponies, who I'm assuming are the presenters, or even professors at the University, considering they're all Unicorns. There's about six of them now, but around eight open spots at their table, in the midst of a discussion.
It's a touch awkward, but we're close to the stage, even if we're at a bit of an odd angle, but we're out of the way of the others still coming in. Takes me a second to comfortably sit down, but I notice a hidden upside to our choice of situation.
Derpy is head-level with me once she sits down on the bleachers, settling down with Dinky beside her, fussing about making sure she's got a good view on the stage and is paying attention. It takes her a minute before her motherly worries are satisfied, and she looks to me. She blinks for a second, realizing we're face-to-face.
"Are you sure you're alright, Anon?" She presses. "We can find somewhere else to sit if not. Are you sure you're not in the way of anyone...?" She glances back behind us, and at the rest of the ponies hunting for a seat.
"It's grass, Derpy. I think I'll live." I laugh, leaning against the side of the stands.
"...Alright." Derpy relents after a pause. "But seriously, just let me know. We can find another spot if we need to."
"Hey." I hum.
"Yes?"
I put my open palm out beside her, nudging one of her hooves. Derpy looks at it, before putting her hoof in my hand, sighing softly.
As my fingers close around it, thumb brushing the top of the trimmed fur, she shuffles a little closer, leaning her head against mine. She's still got a wing around Dinky, but rests against me.
"Of course, Derpy. Anything for my favorite little grey-furred pregasus. And her spunky little filly, of course." I add as I see Dinky's head peek over her moms back, grinning at me between her feathers.
"You think they made these with magic?" I ask idly, enjoying the chance to slow down and enjoy some... well, it's not private time. But the ponies sitting around us are either minding their business, fussing over their own kid, or having their own conversations. About as alone as we'll get until we head back to the hotel.
Derpy traces her other hoof over the top of their choice of seating arrangement. It looks almost like stone, though I don't know if it is or not. Doesn't feel quite right, and I doubt they'd let them tear up the park for an event.
"I think so. Theres a little give to it, see?" Derpy points out, pressing into it with her hoof. There's a slight bend to it as she does, sinking it before it reforms once she pulls away.
"Oh! That's, uh... transmogrifigation!" Dinky chimes in, laying her chin against her moms back.
"Something... small, made big!" Dinky decides, nodding to herself.
"Really? How can you tell?" Derpy asks, surprised.
"I talked to Miss Cherilee about the kind of magic Unicorns can do, and she told me one of the, uh... the things you can do with it, is trains-figure-ration! And, if you turn something small, big, it has to get... all spread out I think. So it becomes kind of squishy!" Dinky gleefully informs us, smiling proudly as she does.
"You've got a smart little foal on your hooves." I comment, nudging Derpy. Dinky only smiles wider at the praise, especially when Derpy's wing pats the top of Dinky's head, rustling her mane.
"I sure do." She sighs fondly, smiling.
"No luck that one Twilight Sparkle has published her paper, and I might get to ask you more questions?" A familiar voice chimes in beside us.
It's the older Unicorn from the Univerty booth yesterday, little squiggly goat chin-strap and all. He's wearing one of the robes that the others sitting at the table off the side of the stage are wearing, though it looks more like it was more for him than any of them. His horn is perpetually glowing, it's blue streak matching the various sprawls of airborne text. Guy must be pretty good, managing half a parks worth of fine print and holding a conversation.
"Afraid not, but here we are." I chuckle. He's a good sport about it, at least, pursing his lips and nodding.
"And you must be the Mother of this young prodigy. Professor Harlow Marsh, tutor at the Canterlot Unicorn University for nigh twenty years. Good to meet you." He says, turning and politely nodding to Derpy.
"O-oh! Good to meet you. Too." She quickly responds, looking to me for some clarification.
"We found his booth while you were running the track. He's actually the one that recommended we come to the event tonight." I explain, as Dinky waves at him. He returns the gesture, amused.
"The Wonderbolt track, I presume?" Harlow prompts, Derpy blushing.
"Y-yes. It seemed... fun to try." Derpy stammers, having thought her little Wonderbolt-binge behind her.
"Crushed the competition?" Harlow goads, grinning.
"Well..."
"If your daughter is anything to go by, which biologically, the magical capability of the parent tends to heavily influence the child. I'd be willing to bet bits you easily pulled top three." Harlow continues.
"Oh, I mean... her father is a Unicorn, so it's likely from him that she gets her aptitude." Derpy tries to deflect, but Harlow snorts loudly.
"Studies show the Mother is the one who holds the majority influence, if you don't mind my obtrusive interest. Nothing wrong with a late interest in career, either. The Wonderbolts are about as Scholarly in their path to magic as a Pegasi can field, I find." Harlow continues.
"Really?" I ask, surprised.
"Indeed. Pegasi are proud fliers heavily focused on being the best -- as such, their cream of the crop, The Wonderbolts, are studious in their practice of flight. As such, studious in their practice of their own magic." Harlow explains. "...Behavior forgiving, of course." He adds, considering they don't act particularly... scholarly.
"Oh, no, I couldn't. I'm just a Mail-Mare, I can't do that kind of thing." Derpy tries to deflect. No dice, given by Harlow's grin.
"It's never too late to consider a career change. I started teaching when I was thirty-five; I used to be a publicist." Harlow chuckles, his magic lifting his gown. It reveals his cutie mark -- an open book, with vague words lifting off the page. Figures that he's the guy handling all the floating text.
Dude must be nearing his sixties. Damn.
"...Really?" Derpy asks, surprised. She seems a little less off-hoof after hearing that.
"The change may be difficult, but I assure you, success or not, you will find yourself relieved at the effort." Harlow confides, nodding firmly.
Derpy seems to ruminate on his words a moment, before smiling.
"Of course. Please, enjoy the event -- and if you've any questions, find me after. I believe I find myself invested in this young ones future, from what I've seen." Harlow lightly bows, before heading towards the stage.
"...Surprisingly wise, for a guy with a little goat beard." I comment.
A wing smacks my shoulder as I chuckle, Derpy huffing at me.
"Didn't really come up. We chatted, he gave us a pamphlet and said we should come. Didn't even get his name, originally." I shrug.
"...You're ridiculous, sometimes." Derpy sighs, resting her head on my shoulder. Her snout tickles my neck as she takes a long, slow breath, before I feel her mane tickle my skin as she adjusts.
"I like him. Can I grow a beard like that?" Dinky asks, slumping over her mom, little hooves kicking.
"Maybe with magic, unless you've got a goat ancestor." I offer.
Dinky leans closer to her moms ear, whispering.
"No, Dinky, you do not." Derpy chuckles softly.
There's a few pointed whispers around us about our special little visit, and why they didn't get one, but they get ignored. Too busy focusing on the cure thing leaning against me, and the smell of the hotels shampoo in her mane.
"...Think I prefer the shampoo you use at home." I comment, turning my head to bury my nose in her hair, taking my own sniff.
"And why's that?" Derpy hums, ear twitching.
"Smells more like... you." I say, sitting back. Derpy's other wing leans out, pulling me close again to lean against her.
"I'll remember to pack some, next time." She smiles.
"What do I smell like?!" Dinky cuts in, nearly tumbling over her mom and onto me.
"Mischief, mostly. And sweets." Derpy is quick to retort as she catches Dinky with a wing, setting Dinky back up against herself as the filly giggles to herself.
Still looks like there's some ponies filtering in, as final preparations are being made and the last of the seats get filled. One of the gowned ponies at the table up on the stage departs from the others, heading to the center to overlook the crowd. At this point, I'm just going to presume they're all Professors or some member of the faculty up there.
It's an older Unicorn, like Harlow, though I'm pretty sure he dyes his mane. Haven't seen a black mane like that around. He lifts a hoof to his mouth -- I think he's clearing his throat, as his horn starts to glow a soft purple.
"Mares and Gentle-Colts. Please, be seated -- and thank you for attending this prestigious event!" His voice booms, carrying across the park. The general bustle and buzz among the stands quickly dies down to a hush, as the final few take to their seats. Sparkles and psuedo-fireworks gently soar and crackle, located primarily around the stage to punctuate the announcement. Some of the younger ones in the crowd are wowed, but I note the parents have yet to look impressed. Probably because they're thinking of the enrollment cost, not the light show.
Derpy looks torn between sitting up attentively, and continuing to lean against me. A quick kiss on the cheek, and a point towards the stage helps her decide, flashing me a quick smile before her attention is focused on the speaker. Dinky is curious, watching with a tilted head. I think she's waiting to see some more magic, but I see her gaze keep going over to the table, as the last of the empty chairs of the professors fill out.
About seven of the gown-wearing professors, not including the one on the stage speaking. Harlow is among them, speaking to the one beside him.
...I think that's Dinky's dad, sitting at the presenter table. Ponet, I think his name was. Fur like hers, with that blonde mane and a horn. In a gown. Is he one of the teachers at the University? It looks like he's arguing with Harlow over something, and Harlow keeps shaking his head, trying to listen to the speech.
Not going to mention anything yet, and let Derpy focus on the presentation. A quick glance to Dinky shows she's watching the presenter again -- sorry bud, but I'm hardly paying attention now. He's talking about the fabled history of the University, and why it thinks it can compete with Tia's school or something. Not really listening.
One of the other professors snips at the pair, getting a glare from Harlow, before their conversation dims. For a second, I'm wondering if he was arguing about seeing Derpy in the stands -- but Ponet doesn't even look over this way. Instead, he does a little wave to the far end of the stands, once he's done huffing at the intruder to their conversation.
I try to follow his gaze, sitting up to look over Derpy and Dinky... I'm pretty sure I can see the Mare and Filly he was with at Sal Pimento's. So his other family is here. Looks like he got his Canterlot connections after all.
One of my hands slowly traces over Derpy's back, brushing through her fur as my attention tried to tune back in to the presenter.
" -- and now, we will hear a word from our Founders, before we --"
...And I'm tuning out again, my gaze wandering. I think Dinky is, too. She looks at me, as I reach over and poke her nose with a finger. A little grin appears on her equally little face, before I feel a familiar glowy sensation pressed against mine.
Magic feels ... wet, but without leaving you wet . It's weird, but it's the closest comparison I can figure for the sensation.
Dinky's getting good with that manipulation stuff. I might not have much of an understanding to the depths of magic, but I've seen some of the others foals struggle with some things Dinky takes on naturally.
The way Derpy is focused on the presentation, it makes me wonder if she ever wanted this kind of schooling, or if it's reminding her of her time in Cloudsdale. Is their schooling like a traditional school, or is it all one big sports scholarship? There has to be some level of actual, statistical thinking to managing the weather. Otherwise it'd be a complete mess.
Dinky is back to nestling against her mom, watching the speakers. Now a nearly ancient looking Unicorn is up there, speaking. He looks like those old dogs where their face gets all powdery. He's got a wiry, grey beard and some serious eyebrows.
I glance back to the table, and Ponet is whispering to Harlow again. Is he asking him something? Harlow keeps shaking his head. There's a layer of animosity that I feel towards this Unicorn I've never met, because of the wonderful Pegasus I sit beside. But I'd rather spend time loving her than hating him. I'm trying to step away from... those kind of thoughts, I think. So the right path forward should be... supporting her, and how she feels about it, and making sure she's comfortable in those decisions.
But that doesn't mean I won't keep an eye on him. Him working at the University as a professor is something Derpy will probably want to hear about. Which, kind of fucking sucks, because that's going to be a pretty big kick in the pants.
The old, wizened Unicorn is heading back to the table, as the original speaker urges an applause from the crowd -- and another one of the professors moves to walk with him. Damn, the guy must be ancient in pony years. A polite collection of hooves tapping together fills the park for a few moments, as Derpy leans close to me.
"That would be wonderful for Dinky, wouldn't it?" She asks, grinning and looking at me expectantly. The smile falters a smidgen when she sees my blank face, her head tilting.
"...Sorry, I zoned out crowd-watching. What would be?" I clue back in, dropping out of my mental self-discussion.
"Sponsorships!" Derpy explains excitedly, clapping her hooves together and twisting around to face me properly.
"So if Dinky impresses one of the old dudes up there, she could reserve herself a spot at the school?" I nod towards the stage for clarity.
"This could be her in, Anon!" Derpy says. She's practically beaming. Shit, man.
... No, I love this mare. I've gotta let her know, even if it's gonna kick the shit out of her sails. Or wind, or whatever.
"Hey, uh... Derpy." I lean closer, motioning for her to do the same.
She does, bringing her face close to mine.
God, she's so damn cute. I hate that I've got to do this, but I doubt she even knows he's up there.
"There... is? Did I miss something? Oh, no -- Is there a fee for the Sponsorship?" Derpy quickly asks, worry creeping into her voice.
"No, it's... Ponet." I finally manage.
Her face is... confused. She's trying to process what I mean, before she starts glancing around.
"I'm pretty sure Ponet is one of the professors at that table." I let her know -- though I keep out the part about him being in Harlow's ear the entire time. I'm still trying to figure out what's going on there, and I don't need to stir the pot. I point about as subtly as I can towards their table to direct Derpy, as she squints towards the stage.
"Dinky... do you see your father up there, by the table?" Derpy turns, asking Dinky.
Dinky perks up from her idle staring into the crowd, and slumps over her mom again.think so. Yeah, there he is." She points with a little hoof.
Right. Dinky was pretty young when Ponet left for Canterlot, if I'm remembering what Derpy told me correctly. She might not even remember him very well.
Derpy visibly deflates. I can see she's trying to hide it, to put on a strong face; but it's heartbreaking watching all that excitement seep right out of her after hearing about it.
"I can't send Dinky away to a school in another city where she'll be alone with him, Anon. I can't trust him like that again." Derpy mumbles in upset, biting her lip. Her hooves are starting to fidget, one pawing at the other
Her big plan just came crashing down, thanks to her daughters father. Again. Sure, there were other booths, other careers -- but this was the main one she came here for. She wanted Dinky in a Unicorn-centric school, for the opportunity and growth it would provide her.
"I know, Derpy." I respond softly, trying to comfort her as I brush her back with my fingers. Even if she didn't have classes with him, just knowing her daughter was alone in another city without her, with him, was enough to sour the whole thing.
She leans against me, our heads pressed together as she sniffles. Her wing pulls a confused Dinky closer into a hug, who just shrugs and wraps her hooves around her mom.
Dinky just squints at the table towards Ponet, before holding her mother closer.
"Dinky..." Derpy sighs softly, nuzzling her daughters cheek.
I'm trying to think of what to say in this situation, considering it's a pretty big upturn with no positive spin to put on it, but I'm pulling a blank here.
A few of the ponies around us are starting to get up and shuffle around past each-other towards the stage, probably to start talking to their preferred professors about getting their young ones in, or more about the school. Not like it matters much to us anymore.
Derpy takes a slow, big breath, blinking a few times.
I'd agree with her -- but I see a few of the ponies glance around, confused. I follow their gaze -- and there's two of the gown-wearing professors skirting the stands. Harlow -- and Ponet.
"No matter how much you attempt to persuade me, Ponet, I have made my stance clear on the situation." Harlow states firmly, a furrow to his brow.
Ponet is keeping pace with him, still entirely focused on Harlow as they pass several ponies who try to get their attention, only to be passed by. Harlow does nod politely at them, but excuses himself from their questions to keep walking.
I quickly nudge Derpy, pointing out their rapid approach. She stiffens in realization, but her ear flicks as she listens. They're not close yet, but Ponet isn't exactly speaking quietly.
"But yours is clearly the best for her, Harlow! There's no other teacher at the University who is suitable for --" Ponet continues, but Harlow cuts him off.
"Professor Marsh, Ponet. You forget yourself in your excitement." Harlow snips, his frown deepening as he pulls rank. Ponet must be one of the newer professors, and Harlow fairly tenured.
"Right. Sorry. Of course. Professor Marsh -- Dainty is a prodigy, as I'm sure you've seen!" Ponet pushes after quickly correcting himself.
"And one of the other teachers would gladly take her on as her sponsor. In truth, Ponet, you'd better luck trying to argue in favor of abolishing the Universty's rule against sponsoring your own kiin, than trying to convince me. I've already got somepony in mind." Harlow deflects.
"Wait -- you do? Who?" Ponet asks, before double taking as Harlow stops in front of us.
Harlow goes to greet us, but I see his smile falters as he notices Derpy's expression -- and how it's not aimed at him.
"...Derpy? Why are you here?" Ponet says simply, glancing us over. A confused look lingers on his face as his eyes trail over to me, and just how closely I'm sitting with Derpy.
I can feel Derpy's hoof reach out for my arm, for comfort. I'm quick to grab it, giving it a comforting squeeze. I can feel her take a deep breath, as Ponet looks between us with confusion. The last time she saw Ponet, she was upset -- it was a flood of bad memories.
Now, Derpy looks... pissed . Her brow furrows heavily.
"Looking out for Dinky's future, Ponet. Something you stopped doing some time ago." She bites back suddenly, getting an interested huff out of Harlow. Attagirl. She takes a quick glance at me for reassurance, and I squeeze her hoof again, letting her know I'm here.
"And how is it that you know Miss Hooves, Ponet?" Harlow asks, turning to look at him. Ponet stammers, trying to clear his throat as he's caught in an unintentional ambush at his work, in the public eye. Several other ponies are watching -- at first, because two professors just wandered towards the stands, now because a surprising amount of vitriol was being exuded at their presence.
"Wh--I don't-- She's, uh... Derpy? You can't just --" Ponet tries to deflect, taking a step forward before he stops. I think he just realized that to reach Derpy, he's either got to work through the crowd, or get past me. And he way he keeps looking me over with a confused, disgusted look on his face is telling me he's not a fan of that option either; the nearby families consisting of nobles and upper-class ponies love their gossip, and are already looking over with nosy interest.
And you know, I'm some weird gangly monkey thing. I don't think Ponet is exactly a stallion with a lot of backbone, considering. I'm not going to cut in -- but I won't deny enjoying how much my presence is bothering him.
"I'm the mother of his first child, Professor Marsh." Derpy politely informs him, before looking back to Ponet.
"Ah. I can see the resemblance, now." Harlow hums, glancing back to his colleague.
Ponet looks tense, but perks up at Harlow's words.
"I mean that it seems that I'll be sponsoring your daughter after all, Ponet." Harlow hums, raising his head. There's a glint in his eye.
"Yes! Thank you, Har--Professor Harlow! You won't regret this!" Ponet excitedly remarks, hardly containing his excitement.
"Oh, I know I won't." Harlow turns, facing... Derpy .
"What?" Both Ponet and Derpy say in surprise. Dinky is grinning at the compliments.
Pont looks like he wants to start arguing with Harlow -- and he does try, starting to stammer something about his other daughter, but a curious glance from Harlow shuts him up quickly. In a setting like this, he's one truthful blurt from having his prior actions exposed -- and that would likely spell the end for his little upper-echelon lifestyle he's been clawing towards. Honestly, I'm impressed by Derpy's level of restraint to not just blast him now that she's got him trapped.
But instead, I feel Derpy's hoof gently tap my arm, as she rises to a stand.
"I assure you, Miss Hooves, there is no issue with the students of staff attending the university." Harlow tries to amend, surprised at being turned down.
"That is not the reason, I'm afraid." Derpy states firmly. I think Harlow is picking up on the... animosity between them, the way his gaze slowly lingers between the two of them.
Ponet frowns, lip twitching. He quickly fixes it, trying to hold himself to his earlier demeanor.
"Ponet. Perhaps it best you return to the table, with the other teachers." Harlow suddenly turns, speaking bluntly.
"Huh? No, it's alright, Professor Marsh. I've been meaning to speak with Derpy about things, and now would be a good opportunity, if we can have a moment alone." Ponet states firmly, shaking his head. Derpy's fur bristles at his words.
Fat chance he's getting that while I'm around.
"I'm afraid you misheard my words as a request, Ponet. I advise you to return to the stage, if you hold any interest at continuing to teach at this educational institution." Harlow states firmly, stepping closer to Ponet.
The other families sitting around us are already whispering, adding pressure.
I can feel Derpy exhale as Ponet departs, having held her breath the entire time.
"Hey -- it's alright. You did good." I whisper to her, pushing myself to a stand as well. Dinky hops up, looking at her mom curiously.
"Are you certain, Miss Hooves? If there's any issues, we can discuss them. Plenty of time before her proper enrollment. " Harlow asks, gaze softening.
"I'm sorry to turn down your offer, Professor Marsh. It means a lot to us that you're willing to invest yourself in Dinky's future, but... I can't. There's nothing we could discuss that could change that. I'm sorry." She repeats, her head lowering. Without Ponet, she's not as on guard, and I can hear the tremble in her voice.
"You need not apologize, Miss Hooves. I understand. Thank you for attending nonetheless." Harlow says simply, bowing his head.
Derpy nods, biting her lip as we're left alone. Well, as alone as we could be in a crowd, with a few lingering eyes and hushed whispers about what just played out. They mostly seem surprised at the turn-down of the offer, something that almost never occurs.
"Can we go?" Derpy asks me softly.
"Of course." I'm quick to respond, making sure Derpy dismounts the stands without issue. Dinky is hot on her moms heels, a concerned face sat on the usually cheery, confidence-brimming filly.
It's only moments, passing the waiting guard and exiting the park, that we're back on the way to the estate. We didn't stay the full length of the event, so the evening sun still hangs overhead, casting long shadows and tinting the sky a warm orange, as we quietly walk the side-streets back.
Dinky is glued to her moms side, unsure of what to do. The whole interaction was a little beyond her age.
But Derpy is stuck firmly to my side, leaning against me and the hand resting on her back as we walk.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 33 - Last Night in Canterlot
The walk back through the side-streets of Canterlot wasn't as quiet we'd gotten used to, as the Career Festival winds down, with people departing, or late arrivals rushing to meet ongoing events. We, however, didn't say much. Derpy seems to be on autopilot after the whole confrontation. Deciding to be happy on her and Dinky's own is one thing -- being met face to face and having her plans trampled was another. Plans that she'd saved up for, and put time aside to achieve.
"Are you okay, Mom?" Dinky asks softly at one point.
Derpy only smiles, nuzzling her daughters cheek.
When we got back to the East Equine Estate, not much was said either. Just a polite nod to the desk-pony, and back up the steps. Dinky was still brimming with energy, so I didn't scoop her up. Derpy didn't say a word, just scaling the steps silently. She actually outpaced me and my bum leg, getting the door for us.
When we got back into the room, with the door closed, Derpy quietly slings the purse over her head, resting it on a chair. She tells Dinky to go freshen up, and get ready for bed soon. The Bathroom door shuts as Dinky heads inside.
It's only then she falters, sniffling loudly and wiping her face with a hoof.
I'm laid back on the bed, Derpy half on my side, half on my chest. Dinky is squeezed in under my other arm, as I slowly brush my fingers through Derpy's mane. Dinky looks concerned, but isn't sure what else to do other than being nearby. It's quiet.
The last few hours after getting back have been pretty tame. Derpy preparing Dinky for bed. Normally, Dinky might argue on account of her bountiful sugar-fueled energy levels, but the filly does her nightly routine without issue. She can sense her mom isn't doing too great.
At first, Derpy went in to shower alone, me and Dinky sitting on the bed, talking about the Castle visit. She glanced at the bathroom, before waving for me to lean in, whispering in a hushed voice.
"Of course, Dinkster. Don't worry about your mom, she's just trying to watch out for you, and things took a turn. That's all." I agree, explaining a bit of it to her.
"...Okay." Dinky nods. She's a smart kid.
Then, Derpy asked for me. I left Dinky to entertain herself for a few moments to see if Derpy had fallen again, or something.
She just wanted me close by, something she expressed wordlessly. Just a sad face, and an outstretched hoof.
I sat outside the shower, fully dressed, with my hand inside for her to hold with her hoof. Pretty sure the water was hiding some tears, but it hid them well. She wasn't looking to speak just yet. And that's alright.
I was quick with my own shower, when Derpy was done. When I came out, Derpy was sat on the edge of the bed, Dinky half-buried in pillows, the two quietly playing.
When Derpy saw me, she patted the bed beside herself.
And here we are. It's not even night yet, and we're all snuggled in early. Derpy's breaths against my chest are stuttered and awkward, as she handles emotions that came to a slow boil.
And we stay like that for a while. Quiet. Together, my other hand messing with Dinky's ear, watching it flick every time I brush the fur.
Words didn't come until Dinky had eventually fallen asleep, snoring softly against my leg. Sugar or not, the last few days have been nothing but excitement.
It's only then that Derpy speaks up. Her voice is hoarse, and soft.
"...I ruined her chance, didn't I?" Derpy asks quietly. Her head is resting on my chest, looking at Dinky.
"I don't think so. It's one Career Festival of many. Kids got a lot of opportunities available for her." I disagree, my thumb brushing her cheek.
Derpy turns her head to face me. Her eyes are red, bottom lip trembling ever so slightly.
"She got a sponsorship, Anon." Derpy argues.
"At a school where Ponet works. There's other options for her out there. Other schools, other careers." I shake my head, holding her chin gently.
"That... I just want him gone, Anon. I don't want to ruin his life, I just... want him out. Out of Dinky's life. Out of mine. I've dealt with what he's left us, and I'll keep dealing with it. But trying to rectify it just... invites him back in, brings everything back up. Challenges him to bite back, and he can be petty . I knew he was at Canterlot, of course he was. It's all he's wanted, all he ever talked about. But the same school I was looking into?" She explains. It's a heavy mixture of somber and upset in her tone.
"No you're not. You couldn't have known, Derpy." I refute, pulling her face close to mine as I lean down.
"...Thank you for being there, Anon. For being here, with us, on this trip. I think it would have gone a lot worse without you." Derpy says to me, one of her wings stroking my side.
"Of course I'd be here. I'll go anywhere with you, Derpy. Call me clingy, but I don't want you dealing with things alone anymore. I'm in your corner. For good." I say softly, staring into those gorgeous golden eyes.
A long, slow sigh escapes her as she presses closer against me. She's not shaking like she was before, so I think she's at least calming down a little bit. Honestly, I think physical contact is a big thing for ponies -- or at least Derpy. Seems to really help.
Not gonna complain, either. Helps me plenty to have these two cute thing squeezed up against me.
Well, that, and I'm still enjoying the face he made whenever Ponet looked in my direction; but that's just me.
"You really don't mind this kind of thing? I never wanted to involve you with him..." Derpy asks softly. Her chin rests against my chest, watching my face. I run my hand along her neck, slowly over her shoulders, gently brushing against the feathers of her wing.
"You've got no idea the mountains I'd hurdle for you, bubble-butt. So what if he rears up now and then -- he's never going to lay a hoof on you again. You should know I don't mind a little baggage already."
She blinks slowly, staring at my face. I stare back, at that beautiful little freckle-speckled snout.
"Guess we're just looking out for each-other, huh?" I smile, hugging her closer.
Derpy nestles in against me, pushing further up until her head is resting just underneath mine.
"That kid? She won a tenured Unicorn professor over in two days, not to mention she's a smart cookie. She's gonna be fine. Just... let her figure out what she wants to do. I have a feeling she's gonna be a pretty unique little one." I say, planting a little kiss into Derpy's mane.
"...Axes ?" Derpy snorts, giggling softly to herself. "She's such a silly little thing... with so many different interests, and such excitement for them all. I want nothing but the best for her, Anon. She deserves the chance to do anything she wants. That's why I hate that I had to shut one of those potentials down." Derpy sighs.
"I know; and you did it with the best of intentions. But you need to remember, you deserve to have some things for yourself, you know?" I try to comfort her.
"Dinky is my priority, Anon. And I --" Derpy starts, but I don't let her.
"You protected her, Derpy. Things like that are going to keep happening, probably, and you nipped it in the bud before anything could happen. But there's time between making the best for Dinky -- and you can't keep that up if you don't take care of yourself." I swiftly cut in, pressing on her nose with a finger.
"...It doesn't feel like I did the right thing. Should I have said something about Ponet? I don't know anymore..." She deflates against me, looking at the wall.
"I think you made the right call. Showing up and throwing his life into chaos would have just set him back to gunning for you. Plus, this entire trip has been a positive for Dinky. She's getting worldly, meeting ponies and griffons and finding out about all kinds of career paths. You're doing great, Derpy. I can't think of a better mother, or a prettier mare." I smile, holding this sad little horse close.
Her ear twitches when I call her pretty, and she shifts on the bed. She's practically laying directly on top of me, her nose almost touching mine. She's silent for a moment, just reading my face as I smile at her.
"Anon... why are you attracted to me?" She asks suddenly. A bit of a hard turn on our conversation, but I'll roll with it.
"What do you mean?" I respond, searching for a little clarity to the sudden topic change.
"Like... physically . I know you care for me and Dinky, and I adore you. But... we're different species. How am I attractive to you?" She explains, her voice quiet but steady.
"...Well, you're not that different from my people when it comes to behavior, and despite the difference in body, things here are pretty similar. As are most ponies intentions. Emotions. Actions. And while you've got your quirks as a species, like the smell thing... there's lots of little things that add up that you do, that reminds me of my own species when I look at you, I suppose."
"Like?" She presses.
"...Your freckles. I've always liked them, and I think they're one of my favorite things about you." I point out.
"My freckles?" She laughs softly, finding the idea silly.
"Yeah. Every time I look at your face, or those gorgeous eyes of yours, my sight is always drawn to those little grey speckles along your snout. I like trying to count them, or seeing if they're elsewhere on your body."
She seems surprised by this notion, trying to look down at her own nose.
"Snout, base of the ears, thighs and butt, are what I've found so far. Still looking." I state.
"Hmph. I bet your search has been hampered by at least one of those areas." She scoffs, though there's a sly grin on her face when she says it.
"I'll... admit, there's a little crossover on the interspecies scale when it comes to... posteriors ." I give, to which Derpy shakes her head.
"I appreciate that you're honest about these things without being... weird about it, Anon." She says, smiling.
"What about you? I'm a pretty far cry from a pony. You like that I'm tall or something?" I ask, turning the question around on her. She's not startled by it, but she bites her lip, glancing away.
"...Maybe a little. Did... you want the truth?" She asks suddenly, pressing her nose to mine.
"Uh... yeah?" I ask, wondering where this is going.
"You scared me, at first. When I saw you, you're... big. You eat meat. You've got... metal, for a leg, and I can always see your teeth. When I first saw you --"
"I remember the noise you made." I tease, laughing.
"...But you've been nothing but kind. Despite how you, you know..."
"Look like I just walked out of a hallway filled with bear traps?" I offer, getting another snort out of Derpy.
"Maybe. But... well, you've been one of the best things to happen to me in a long time. And I... kind of like how strange you are. Like... really like it. How... special you make me feel to you, in a world where you've got the attention of the Princess, you choose... me." She explains slowly.
"I didn't choose you, Bubbles. I fell in love with you. Swept me right off my foot-and-a-half, you did." I counter,
"Ha. Well, I... if I'm to be blunt like you were, I'm into how... intimidating you are. If you don't mind me saying."
"It's the teeth, isn't it?"
"Yeah. I like the teeth." She laughs, shaking her head. "It's... you've seen and been through some terrible things, but you try so hard to be kind. Positive. I... appreciate that a lot. Dinky is a pretty good judge of character, and that filly adores you. Somehow, you've put something so... terrible behind you. I can't help but admire you for that. You don't let it affect how you handle things, how you treat ponies." She further explains, tracing her hoof over my chest as she speaks.
...My heart gets heavy for a moment as I break eye-contact. Derpy tilts her head, concerned.
"...You remember when Scootaloo went missing? When I came back with Dina and Grant?" I ask.
...I really shouldn't say this.
"Huh? Yeah, you saved them from slavers in the mountains? What do you..." Derpy's words slow, as she reads my face.
I should drop this.
"Notice nobody talks about how?" I say quietly.
"...You killed them, didn't you?" Derpy says simply.
"Yeah."
Well, there it is.
"...I know." She says simply.
"You do?" I find myself asking. I'm surprised. I thought that was something I'd never speak of again, yet I just... blurted it.
"I asked a few ponies about it, until Twilight told me about it. Don't forget, Anon. I asked you about it directly." She reminds me. Well, she did... but she never asked details.
"Well... yeah, but I... I didn't go out there with the intention to save them." I try to explain, taking in a breath.
"But you did ." Derpy cuts me off firmly.
"I..."
"You saved Scootaloo, one of Dinky's friends , and two Griffons, Anon. It doesn't matter what you went out there intending to do -- it matters that you brought them all back, unharmed. That you hosted them until they could return home. You've always spoken with your actions... and despite probably being one of the most dangerous creatures this side of Equestria, you continue to choose to do the right, kind thing." She says, slowly leaning over me while she's talking. By the time she's done, she's practically standing overtop of me, looking down at me.
"...I don't know what to say, Derpy." I say softly. I don't.
She... accepts me. She knows, and she understands me. I won't argue the dangerous point, though. The lethality pool in Equestria is probably pretty shallow after Tia's work on harmonizing the whole place.
"That's okay. You've got the looks to pull off a good strong, silent type." Derpy practically purrs, lowering her head and pressing our lips together. She's soft, like she always is -- but there's a surprising level of passion behind the kiss, her tongue flicking my lips, tasting me. She pushes hard, both of us leaning further into the sheets.
Her barrel is pressed against my chest, wings stretching up to stroke my cheek. She's never been this pushy or this intense before, even after the Wonderbolt track. This is...
She stops, her tongue tracing over the exposed teeth of my injured cheek.
That certainly gets my attention, as she hangs her mouth just over mine, smiling.
My retort is to slide my hand along her neck, digging into her mane and pushing her head down -- past mine, as my teeth softly press against her neck. Her wings practically launch outward, chuffing loudly.
"O-okay. We should... stop." Derpy manages to mumble, pushing herself up. Someone jumped in a little eagerly.
I don't hold her down, letting my hands trace along her body as she stands up again. Her face is flush, and she's panting.
I just smile.
"...You can still talk, you know. I do like your voice." She says.
"Okay." I grin.
The two of us just stare at each-other for a long moment, breathing heavily.
"...Are we going too fast?" She asks.
"You're the initiator half the time." I jest, getting a snort from her as her wings slowly calm down, furling back in.
"Well, not in the shower. I don't know, it just feels fast." Derpy repeats.
"That... was just kissing with extra steps. Honestly, I don't have enough experience to tell you. My relationships have never lasted long." I shrug.
"How come?" Derpy tilts her head, concerned.
"Lifestyle. The job I did... didn't really support dating. And I wasn't really looking afterwards, either." It's a simple enough explanation, but it's about as close to the truth as I can make it. Just was never really searching for that kind of thing. It took someone -- or somepony -- literally falling into my house through my window to kickstart something.
"...Well, I'm glad I've got you all to myself, now." She then whispers, assured.
"All yours. At your pace." I chime in, hand slowly stroking her side.
"And... if I want to go fast?" She asks quieter.
"Miss Hooves . Not with your daughter around." I tsk, playfully scolding her, just like she's done to me.
She huffs air on my face, smiling before she snuggles into me again, burrowing her face into my neck.
One of her wings drapes overtop of me, reaching over to lightly brush the sleeping filly, still out cold against my leg, snoring softly. The other lifts to graze my cheek -- her feathers are incredibly soft to the touch, but don't have as much give as I'd expect for a feather. Makes sense she's comfortable using them as a makeshift hand, if they're so durable.
One of my fingers gently presses between where her wings connect to her back -- wingblades? Like shoulderblades? -- as I spot another freckle.
We pass out not long after that.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 34 - Home isn't any less busy
"Everyone got their everything?" I call across the room, folding up the sheets for the bed. I know room service will handle it, but old habits have me tidying up as I wait for the others. Gives me a chance to run all the other things through my mind, making sure we didn't go and forget anything.
It's still pretty dark in the room, the other buildings on the street blocking the morning light from coming in through the windows, leaving us with the muted flickers of the morrow. We're up very early to make sure we get back to Ponyville on time, which is making finding all of our belongings a little more difficult -- though I'm not going to complain about the amount of times Derpy and I accidentally bump into each-other as we feel our way around. I may have grabbed her a few times, too. Got a few wing-slaps for it, but she missed most of them.
"I think so. Dinky, you packed up?" Derpy returns, glancing up from one of the half-zipped up luggage bags.
"Yup!" We both hear squeak out of the bathroom, door ajar as she pulls things off the counter with her magic, shoving them roughly into her bag to be sorted at home. Pretty sure they came in that orientation too. As long as it fits, whatever.
"Tickets?" I follow up, looking back to the vague form of Derpy.
"Ah, they're... here they are." She pulls them from the table after fumbling about fir them, holding them out to me. Tucked right into my pocket for safe keeping, I let my gaze linger over what will probably be the last time I ever stay in a room this large. Not really much to see, but that's not my focus.
I should find out who made the bed. I could seriously use something fuck-huge like that, and damn if that wasn't comfortable. New long-term goal, methinks.
"Alright," My hands clap together, rubbing as I triple-check everything. "Back we go. It was fun having a bed that big while it lasted. Might have to get one like that for my own room." I pat the pocket that our passes home sit in, grabbing my own bag and jacket.
"Even you don't use up all that bed." Derpy side-eyes me, pausing her return to her bags.
"Sounds like I should get some-pony to share it with me, then." I lean down as I pass her, whispering.
I don't hear a retort from her, but I do catch her hiding a smile as she finishes zipping up her own luggage a little more pep to her step.
We got back to Ponyville just fine and in about the same capacity that we got to Canterlot. The sun rises with us as we watch out the window, shifting from the early pinkish morning to the proper start of the day by the time we're close to pulling in to Ponyville. The trains passengers, us included, held a lot less energy considering we all got our excitement out during the festival. Everyone -- everypony? Was ready to go home and rest, or gear up for work, like my poor bubble-flanked ladyfriend. Marefriend? No, it feels weird trying to use their lingo. I don't have hooves. I'll stick to my words, they tend to get them most of the time anyway.
My gaze, and a hand, wanders to rest on Derpy. Snuggled up with Dinky across from me as we ride, the Dinkster is also her mother's guide as we pull in to the station, helping guide Derpy around the other disembarkers.
Meanwhile, I'm still stuck on words. I'm not really sure if we've ever said it, but... girlfriend. Yeah. Feels right, I think.
Wife?
Way too soon. Feels weird to push that on Derpy. Doesn't feel wrong to consider, just... feels selfish. That's not what either of us should be looking for right now.
Plus, that's not for me to decide. I'm comfortable where I am, and that line of thought has a few too many questions that are too distracting, an impatient pony tsking loudly at me as I take too long to gather my shit. Enough of that thinking for now.
Things were pretty hectic during the weekend. Lots of crowds, lots of bustle, and I'm glad that after we get off this train, most of that's going to be behind us. I can tolerate the stuff for a time, but I'm not going to pretend I won't be relieved to spend a few quiet hours by myself in my house.
Stepping off the train, the lumbering beast of amusingly horse-pulled metal hisses loudly to announce it's arrival, the staff helping usher everyone off and the new riders on. The whole thing doesn't quite make sense, even as I spot some of the tired-looking ponies up front getting unhooked from inside the lead car, and exchanging their positions with some fresher, ready to go stallions. And they're all weirdly ripped . Odd approach, but I try to pay it little mind -- this whole place is a level of strange that it's just better to accept without thinking about it, the way they mimic earth technologies rather than figure out their own.
Merging into the mass of exiting ponies and onto the awaiting platform as the few who want to board wait their turn, Derpy takes a second as we lumber along with the crowd to look up at me, once we're clear of most of the other ponies.
"Thank you for coming with us, Anon. I know I've already said it, but it meant a lot. Will I... see you later?" She asks, turning and partially lifting a hoof as she pauses. She looks a touch unsure of what I'm planning now that we're back, the whole trip being a pretty irregular step forward in our relationship.
"You work this morning, don't you?" As far as I could recall, Derpy only took enough days off to cover the weekend itself, not the day she was returning. My thoughts are confirmed as she nods, the three of us stepping down off the platform and onto Ponyville's proper road.
"Uhhh... oh, shi-- I mean, yes , right. I do. Thank you for reminding me." Derpy quickly corrects herself, pausing once we're free of the bulk of the crowd to let out a little sigh. Dinky's brow raises at the cut-off of a particular word, but I'm a little more focused on how dejected she suddenly sounds. Seems like she forgot she had to work, poor thing. After a weekend like that?
"Need any help prepping?" I ask, leaning on my luggage. Dinky perks up now at my words, eyes darting to her mother expectantly.
"Oh! Uh... You don't have to do anything like that, Anon. It's fine, I can handle it. It slipped my mind is all." Derpy tries to wave me off, but I feel like spending a little more time with my favorite flank is something I'd enjoy, so I keep pushing the topic.
"I'm sure you could, but Rarity isn't expecting me for a while. You sure you don't want a little help getting going this morning? I could make a lunch for Dinky, take her to school." I continue to push, while Dinky, my little fuzzball of a supporter, is already standing beside me.
Dinky nods vehemently at the mere mention of the idea, clearly already entirely on board. And her enthusiasm seems unavoidable, Derpy unable to resist neither her daughters excitement, nor the idea of getting a helping hoof for the morning.
"Okay, okay. If you want to, I'd appreciate it." She relents, tucking her still somewhat messy mane back behind her ear. A minor consequence of us having to hurry so we didn't miss the train back, but something I hardly mind. I probably look like a mess too, but Derpy makes it look good.
Derpy seems pretty happy with the idea of having me around a little longer, judging by the look she's giving me. Probably just didn't want to push anything else on me, the sweet thing. "Gives me a chance to actually get ready, too... I'm kind of a mess."
"Really? It's got some good volume right about now." I tease with a poking finger. Seriously, she has some good hair, though she usually just brushes it down and out of the way. The way it was now almost looked like when she flew back down to us after her trip around the Wonderbolt track. It gave her this very different, very... sporty look.
Think the only time I've seen her actually try to style it was when we went on our date where she got dressed up. I'd like to see it done up like that again.
"Psh. Yeah, right. It needs a good brushing." Derpy mutters, continuing to try and mess with her mane as it distracts her, not content with how resistant it is to being tamed.
"I could help with that too." I leer, smiling at her as I pull my luggage alongside, our little trio heading towards Derpy and Dinky's home.
She considers the idea for a moment, perhaps shelving the offer for another time. "I can handle my own mane. You helping with Dinky would be plenty, Anon."
"The offer will always stand." I add quieter, letting a little implication seep into my words.
"...Maybe some other time." Derpy laughs to herself.
"Could you brush my mane, Mr. Muss?" Dinky chimes in, bouncing from her mother's side to walk beside me, her luggage tumbling alongside.
"Of course. Don't know if I can do any hairstyles for you, though." I shrug, and that only seems to excite Dinky even more.
"I could show you! Do you know how to do a ponytail? A bun? Braid?!" She rapid-fires through a few more hairstyles, each one as foreign to me as the next.
I know of each one she lists, obviously, but considering the only way I've ever styled my hair is 'up', it's all a little beyond me. "Not at all . But after we get your lunch settled, then we can worry about that mane of yours." I offer, and the conditions seem to be satisfactory to Dinky, whose wide smile has her hopping back over beside her mother. It's a good thing she packed light with her little luggage case, the way she's pulling it around behind herself with her magic, shaking it about.
It doesn't take much longer for us to reach Derpy's house with how conveniently close she lives to the station, the three of us ducking inside once we close in on the familiar sight of her little two-story abode. I still catch myself taking mental note of the little repairs that need to be done around the place, like the squeaky fence and the bent gutters. There's others, and they likely share a similar cause of damage, that of an impact with a particularly grey mare. A few of them have been hoof-patched by Derpy, but maybe I'll have a weekend and a few extra dollars to try and help with some of them. Mostly just another excuse to hang around.
"Leave the luggage in the living room, I'll get it settled when I'm back!" Derpy announces, already halfway up the stairs by the time I'm done shutting the door behind us, her luggage tossed haphazardly against the couch, already slipping right back down.
Dinky handles that easily, catching Derpy's about-to-fall bag with her magic and scooting our little collection of packed possessions besides each-other. Carrying them through the air and setting them down in something close to a pile, Dinky settles in just off to the side, eagerly watching as I step into the kitchen. That kind of stuff seems second-nature to the kid, not even breaking a sweat. Stuff wasn't exactly light, either.
"Okay, showoff ." I tease Dinky, who puffs out her chest proudly under what she perceives as a compliment. Forgot we've got a little prodigy on our hands here. "So, kiddo. What do you want for lunch?"
I lean down, popping the fridge open to see what I've got to work with. The depths of the pony-sized container of chilled goods doesn't really hold much, which is pretty understandable considering we're halfway to next payday. Gonna have to keep it simple.
"I dunno. Mom usually makes me a sandwich or something. What do you know how to make, Mr. Muss? Could I.... have pancakes?" Dinky dares ask, inching closer as she kneads the floor with her little front-hooves. Her eyes are wide, practically bulging, threatening to pop form her little dome with the wild excitement of this breaking of the norm and ready to consider all the fantastical possibilities in this irregular return to routine.
Like pancakes, for lunch.
"Hm... don't know if we've got the time or the supplies to whip those up for you right now, Dink..." I mumble, taking stock of what we've got. I feel a bump against my leg, as a curious little face peers into the fridge herself. Dinky's face scrunches as she looks at what's available, making an over the top hum of consideration.
Half a loaf of bread that looks dicey at best, and some vegetables that look just a touch too squishy. Some leftovers I can't discern. A single, past-ripe tomato that probably went sour while we were gone, the way it's slumped.
There's a couple other loose ingredients, but anything that I could make would make me feel bad for giving to a kid for their lunch. A quick check of the cupboards, of which Dinky demands uppies to also see inside, doesn't offer much more. Mostly just more loose ingredients or things that would take too long to make, or wouldn't make good lunch stuff for a growing filly.
Dinky is dramatically tapping her chin as I set her down, likely trying to concoct some kind of creative mixture to turn whatever is available into some amalgamation of a lunch.
Hm. Not quite sure. I can be handy cheap-style, but I don't want to embarrass the kid with something she's got to eat in front of the other kids. I'll figure something out in the meantime, but she might as well get ready instead of watching me stare at the fridge for an hour.
"Go grab your stuff and prep for the day, I think I've got an idea." I decide, ruffling her mane. She squints at me from underneath my hand, grabbing at it with her little hooves and waving it around, tugging my arm.
"Ooh! What? What?!" She questions, but I'm tight-lipped about my plans, even as she plays about with my limb, twisting it this way and that. I tut, shaking my head.
"You'll find out -- it's a surprise, and I need to ask your mom something. Go get ready, get your school stuff and your bag all that." I slip said hand through her hooves, poking her on the snout. She blinks, before throwing her hooves in the air dramatically.
"OkaaaaaaaaybutIwannaknowwww." A long droll of acceptance as she slips out from under my palm, trotting with wide, goofy steps towards her room.
Once Dinky is out of sight, I rummage out my little bag of bits from my belt. Getting a little used to carrying this kind of thing, I used to just slap my ass pocket for my wallet before remembering they don't use cash around here. A quick peek inside tells me it's probably gonna be a smidge tight to run with my idea, but if I take a chance to run home and dig out my little chest of gems under my bed and swing by the bank for an exchange, I could make it happen. Might need to ease off the pampering after that, though. At least until I get paid next.
Only a moment after I tuck my bit pouch away and shut the fridge door, I feel a hoof tap against my shoulder, and the rush of air against my back.
"Yea--?" I start, interrupted in the midst of turning around. Much larger hooves than the ones that grabbed my hand gently cup my face, pulling me forward into a sudden, firm kiss. Derpy, done up in her worktime usual, flaps in the air at head-height as she pulls away from me, smiling with wetted lips. She's right back to fussing over her uniform, but there's a no hiding the blush on her face.
"You should... come by tonight. If you're not busy." She says quickly, adjusting a few of the buttons on her chest. It takes me a moment to recover from the sudden ambush, trying to play it off.
"Awfully forward of you, Miss Hooves." I manage to huff. Leaning against the counter helps a little, but she surprised me with that one.
Derpy rolls her eyes, which is always an interesting spectacle to observe, before poking my chest to clear the misunderstanding. "Not what I meant. I was thinking about it on the train ride back, and... I really enjoyed getting to spend so much time with you over the trip. We only really get to see each-other for lunch for a few minutes, and sometimes on the weekends, you know? It'd be nice if we got to see each other... more. If you're alright with that."
She's not wrong. I wouldn't mind getting to see more of her, despite how our adult obligations love to rear their ugly heads.
"It might not be exciting or... that kind of thing, but... want to go shopping with me tonight? I need to pick up a few things. I'm sure you've seen the fridge is a little... bare. I didn't have a chance to buy anything before we left." She asks, watching my face expectantly for an answer.
Grocery shopping might not sound like the most exciting date plan for a young couple, but I loved the idea. She wants to spend time together. Domestically. How could I say no to that? Plus, could use a few things myself for my fridge. I could already sense the inevitable foal brgade barging in when they found out im home, and that's usually best weathered with snacks. "Couldn't think of a better way to spend the evening. What time are you back?"
"Think I get home at seven," Derpy hums after a short pause, thinking. "I don't know how many of the market stalls will still be open, though. Could try the grocer, but their prices ?" She winces. At the stalls, they at least had competitive pricing, even some haggling. Ponyville's sole grocery store, not so much.
"I'm pretty handy with limited ingredients, plus, I get off earlier than you. How about I make dinner tonight for you and Dinky? My treat." I find myself offering, while I hold my arms out braced for her to land on me.
Derpy glances out the window, biting at her lip, probably trying to weigh how much time she actually has before she's got to go. But, she slowly settles down in my grasp as her wings go still and fold against herself, leant against my chest. My arms reach out to meet her, cradling underneath and behind her for support. She lets out a long, sad sigh that only makes me want to hold her closer, but I don't want to squeeze all the air out of her while she tries to speak.
"That's very sweet, but I don't want to burden you with that, Anon, I just want to spend time with you, even though we just spent the weekend together. But I also don't want you to feel like you have to do something to hang out with us. I just want... you , around. I'm sorry, am I being too much?"
I chuckle softly, holding this sentimental little horse close. Part of me feels like I have to tell her to stop being so considerate. "And I'd love to spend some time with you, and Dinky, too. Unfortunately, I enjoy pampering my favorite little lady, so that's something you're just gonna have to get used to, because I think a certain hard-working mare deserves the chance to take it easy after a long day. Plus, I like cooking for you guys. Not quite as much as I like you , but ... it's definitely up there." I grin, as her hoof pats my chest at my honeyed words.
"Flatterer. Alright then, only if you're okay with it. Dinner it is, then. Just... don't go overboard with it. I mean it. You already spent so much in Canterlot. Promise me you'll keep it simple?" She smiles softly, staring at me.
Her head tilts to the side as I say nothing, the quiet moment lengthening between us. One of her ears flick, wondering why I'm silent, until she notices my wandering eyes.
"What?" She laughs softly, noticing I'm still staring at her.
"Just counting." I mutter, shifting my now comvenient hold of her to lean her forward, planting a small kiss on her nose. I don't pull away just yet, slipping another kiss on her cheek.
"You like my freckles that much, or are you just avoiding answering?" She huffs, pushing out if my grasp and fluttering into the air again. It's so strange how effortless it is for Pegasi, to just hover in place without disrupting anything. Hardly feels like I'm standing besides something half my size, keeping itself face-level in the air.
"Yeah, they're alright, I guess." I shrug, feigning a smarmy degree of nonchalance that she doesn't stand for.
"Ha , funny." She huffs, prodding me again. "But I'm serious, and I don't like that silence of yours."
"Reason I'm a little hesitant to answer is because I may have had a plan," I start to explain, Derpy looking at me curiously. "You wanna meet for lunch somewhere, and I pick up Dinky to join us? I can drop her back off afterwards, and I think she'll get a good kick out of it. Make sure she's got something proper to eat too." I offer, shifting my weight as I push off the counter, stepping closer to Derpy again.
"We're already meeting for dinner, though." She mumbles, before glancing up. "That's so much, Nonny. Seriously. You can't just keep --"
"And?" I cut her off, offering only yet another in a series of playful smiles. "I'm gonna be honest, there's really not much here for lunch for a growing kid. Gotta make sure you get something to eat, too. We'll keep both simple, light on the wallet. Plus, another chance to see each other. Like we weren't going to try and see each-other for lunch like we always do?" I tie my reasoning into our previous conversation, hopeful that helps weigh on her decision.
I can see her initially dislike the idea, but she lets out a long sigh. "...You sure? Something like Hayburger, right?" She firmly decides, ever conscientious of how much either of us are spending -- though she gives in to the idea a lot faster than I was expecting. Honestly, I appreciate her frugality. "Cheap. I mean it. I'm going to be upset if I find you spending a bunch of your bits, Anon."
"Hayburger sounds good to me. I'll play it smart, promise." I nod, crossing my arms. "I mention how good you look in your uniform?"
She scoffs at my poorly veiled transition, but entertains the notion."Got a thing for Mares in Uniform, Mister Muss?" She says while looking herself over, twisting in the air. She snorts loudly, shaking her head after a quick self-inspection. "This old thing, on this old mare? You're joking. It's more stitches and patches than the original material." Derpy tries to retort, but it's falling on deaf, rowdy ears.
"Flap your way back into these arms if you'd like to see just how seriously I mean it." I tease, pushing off the counter and stepping towards her.
She hesitates for a moment, even as the blush starts to deepen across her cheeks.
I wave as I step over to shut the door, watching her through the doorway as she flies towards the post office, narrowly avoiding hitting a lamp post. And a passing pony. And a wall. I really shouldn't make a habit of working her up into a fluster like that her before work. Sorry bubbles.
There's a tug on my pant-leg as I stare outside.
Dinkster, saddlebag in tow. "Mister Muss, did Mom leave?" She mumbles, stepping up on her back hooves to peek through with me, looking around.
"Yeah, she had to run for work. She said she loves you, and that you're good to lock up?" I lean down on my knees, ignoring the creak in my leg. Think I've been moving around a little too much, but I'll be fine.
"Yup! Got my key!" She wiggles her little saddle-school-bag about, before squinting at the countertop in a sudden spurt of curiosity, attention already shifting, trying to see what I've been up to. "What'd ya make?" Dinky asks, standing on her back-hooves to gain a little height for extra peekage. Confusion writes itself on the little filly's face when she doesn't see pancakes, nor anything else edible.
"Actually, let your teacher know I'll be picking you up for lunch. We're gonna meet your mom at hayburger." I explain, watching her face. It's like she's slowly processing the meaning of what I just said, eyes slowly widening as she figures it out.
"Really?!" Dinky practically explodes on the spot, limbs locked straight as she launches nearly a foot straight up.
"Uhuh. If you've got all your stuff -" I don't even get the words out before the Dinkster is ripping right past me, sliding right out the door as she doesn't even consider slowing down to stop in time, now fueled by a new degree of impending excitement.
"Ready! Come on, come on!" I hear get chanted outside the door, Dinky hardly able to contain herself, as if hurrying now will bring lunchtime about faster. By the time I even get back up and to the door, she's already got the key in her little magic grasp, waving it around in the air impatiently.
Like a drunk who stumbled home, it takes her a few tries to actually get it in the lock. She eventually manages, happily spinning around. Dinky looks positively ecstatic to have someone walking with her to school, glued to my side. Then my other side. Then my other side. She doesn't want to get too far, but she can't stay still, bounding around me as we walk towards her school. I've got no idea how her bag actually stays on her back with the way she moves, but she keeps me thoroughly distracted with a bombardment of questions.
"So when are we going?!"
"Noon, we're gonna meet your mom there. I'm gonna pick you up."
"Do I get to go home right away, too?!" She slides to a stop in front of me, childlike eyes full of anti-school possibilities.
"Nope, I'm taking you back after." I dutifully shatter her excitement, watching as her pace slows.
"Ah, phooey." Dinky visibly deflates, along with the youthful anarchy coursing her veins.
"Why phooey?" I ask, watching her catch up.
"Nuthin'."
"By the way, you get any mileage out of that science kit you got?" I try asking, to hopefully distract her. It works, the excitement coming raring back as she bounds past me, skipping and hopping.
"Oh, yeah! I was saving it for show and tell, it's coming up next week! I was gonna show everypony the cheminemical reaction!" A proud exclaim as she takes the lead, remembering I'm there, and coming back to walk beside.
"I'm sure they'll all get a kick out of it, kiddo." I lean down to ruffle her mane, Dinky dodging my hand and scuttling ahead. Oh, right. Her hair. I completely forgot.
"Oh no you don't, Mister Muss!" She giggles. It looks like a bit of a mess already, and we're not even close to the house now. I should probably catch her before she gets to the schoolyard, see if I can tame it a little bit.
That's if I can catch her, the way she's giggling and intent on staying out of my reach. She's fast, and experienced in being a cheeky little shit.
"C'mere, Dink!" I call, trying to jog after her.
"Nope!" She zips ahead, giggling all the while.
By the time I even manage to catch up to the little furred blur, we've already gotten to the school where the morning bustle of foals are playing in the yard, waiting for day to start.
I manage to get my hands on her before we get there, suspending her wriggly limbs in the air and wrangling her mane into... well, it's something. A little better than it was before, but not by much. Might need to bring a brush at lunch so Derpy doesn't see her kids been running around with a mess on her head, but the kid couldn't care less.
By the time I glance up, I recognize the pinkish-purple pony stepping towards us, a curious look on her face. Probably not a great look, chasing another person's kid around and flinging them around to mess with their hair, but she doesn't look terribly bothered.
"Good morning, Dinky. Have a good weekend in Canterlot?" She greets the filly, Dinky spinning around and popping out of my grasp. With vibrantly purple fur and that splash of multi-tone pink hair, the mare wears the tired expression of a well-seasoned tutor that's weathered the storm of many a children's class.
"Hi Miss Cheerilee! I sure did! I went to unicorn college, and they said I could go when I get bigger, and I ate a fish, I was super good at throwing axes, and my moms a wonderbolt!" Dinky proudly, and mostly incorrectly exclaims. A rather condensed, if slightly incorrect recollection.
Cheerilee gives me an odd look at those claims, as if looking for me to confirm them. I shrug, offering a quick correction.presentation and her mom ran the public wonderbolt track. Close, kiddo, but not quite."
"...The axe?" Cheerilee prompts, looking between me and the Dinkster.
"Actually, accurate with that one. History axe-throwing booth thing. She's got weirdly good aim." I shrug, Dinky smiling widely.
"I... see." She tsks, muttering 'alright then' under her breath. "Well, I'm glad that you had fun at the festival, though I hope you know you're not bringing anything sharp to next week's show and tell."
"Nope, I'm bringing my science kit!" Dinky happily announces, bouncing in place. "It's got a volcano and all the cool stuff!"
"Much better," Cheerilee nods, far more approving (and visibly relieved) by that choice. That's when I find that she turns to me, giving me a rather deliberate once-over. "And you must be this Mister Muss I keep hearing a few of my students speak about? I've seen Dinky and her friends wander up your way a few times, but it's good to put a face to the name they keep mentioning. I'm Cheerilee, Dinky's teacher, as I'm sure you've probably figured."
I find one of her hooves outstretched up and towards me, waiting.
"Yeah, good to meet you. Just call me Anon." I meet her hoof, trying not to weird her out or take offense to the look she gives my hand when my fingers wrap around her outstretched limb. She plays it off politely enough.
"I think Applebloom is waiting by the door, Dinky. Why don't you go play with her while you wait for the rest of your friends?" Cheerilee turns to Dinky, nodding towards the pack of foals all gathered and chatting loudly, playing whatever games or gossiping about their favorite thing.
"Okay! Bye Mister Muss!" Dinky nearly slams into my leg, giving it a tight hug before she bounces off.
"Seeya kiddo." I mumble, clearing my throat, realizing I'm about to be left alone with her teacher.
There's a very judgemental gaze sitting on me, from the only other pony in my vicinity. One I've seen from a distance, from my house, that makes me feel like I may not have set up the best kind of first impression.
"If I might ask..." Cheerilee suddenly speaks, drawing my attention. "Who are you to Dinky?"
That one is a question best answered bluntly, I think. "I'm, uh... dating her mom." I readily admit, sticking my hands in my pockets.
She blinks several times, processing my statement. Apparently she hadn't heard, which is a bit of a surprise, but I guess Dinky just rambled about me and never dropped Derpy and I'm relationship status. Rather surprising though, what I said seems to soften her expression a fair amount. "Huh. Dinky has often spoke of you and her mother in the same breath, but I guess it didn't register until now. Sorry, just not quite what I... expected." She admits, glancing behind herself towards the schoolyard, watching a few of the foals.
"There's no problem, is there?" I ask, wanting to make sure. To my relief, Cheerilee almost seems confused by the question when she looks back up at me.
"Hmm? Oh, no. Once I saw some of my students wandering up to your house after school, repeatedly , I vetted you with their parents and guardians. They've long since assured me you're a family friend, if not outright recommended you for assistance if I ever had an issue. I mostly ask because Dinky usually doesn't have anyone dropping her off or picking her up, as I've been made aware her mother is usually working." She explains, making no effort to skirt around the pointer edges of the subtle accusations.
Oh, that's... surprisingly sweet to hear actually. Means at least Applejack and Rarity have vouched in his favor then, which is a nice feeling. Wonder who she asked for Scootaloo, though. "Yeah, that's fine by me. Actually, I was going to pick her up again at lunch to take her to her mother. Is that alright?"
"As long as you have her back by the time recess starts, I'm sure Dinky won't hold it against you." Cheerilee jokes, excusing herself as she laughs at her own comment. "Sorry. Yes, it's fine. Just try to avoid having her bring anything back with her, or the other foals might get jealous. Whoever ends up bringing a treat from somewhere tends to get dog piled. I've got a morning of trying to get her to not announce it to the class ahead of me, to try and keep the peace."
"Right, got it. If Dinky is all set here, I've gotta run -- but it was good to finally meet you, Cheerilee." I go to offer a quick wave, but Cheerilee stops me.
"Hang on a second, Anon."
"Huh?"
"Dinky hasn't always had it easy in my class or getting along with the other foals because of her... situation , but ever since she's started talking about you, she seems happier. She's more involved, has more fun, has made more friends. She actually looks forward to going home now. I just want to make sure you know how much you mean to that filly." Cheerilee explains, glancing back towards the school. I can see Dinky giggling beside Applebloom, the pair laughing about something as they point hooves at each-other.
"I'm glad she's doing good. I care for both her and her mom a lot. They mean something pretty special to me."
"I imagine they would. Celestia knows this dating scene is garbage." Cheerilee sighs, revealing a little hint into the real mare behind the tired teacher. Cheerilee purses her lips, nodding slowly after a long pause. A lot of the judgement in her eyes seems to have faded, her face softening. "Good. Well, have a good rest of your morning, Anon. I've got some foals to try and make sit still."
"Good meeting you, Cheerilee."
Cheerilee promptly trots back towards her students, already loudly corraling the main bulk of them into some sense of order into lining up at the door, getting ready to head inside and start their day.
I blow a raspberry, letting my nerves calm a bit. Somehow, that was one of the more nerve-racking things I've been through in a hot minute. That mare has a pretty mean glare, but I feel like that couldn't have gone any better, really.
But, now I've got a short trip to the bank to make after I stop at home.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 35 - Homeburger Helper
Home looks as untouched, almost exactly from how I left it. Even after I take a careful patrol around both the outside, and inside, looking for any slight disturbances, doesn't look like anything has changed. The most i find are the markings of little hooves coming to and from my door, so I'm not too worried. Inside, I rummage under the bed for my little case of valuables without moving for a light. It's dark and quiet in here, and looks exactly the same from how I left it. The little markers I left on the doors and windows are untouched and unbroken, meaning nobody tried to make their way in, physically, while I was gone. Magically? Don't really have a way to test for that, but I'm sure it's in some of these ponies wheelhouse to poof themselves through a door, which is why I give the place a careful once-over for any obvious pickings. There's a good wave of relief when I pluck the floorboard from under my table and see my hidden stash is untouched, giving me the peace of mind to focus back on what I was doing. I'm going through a lot more of the gems I've got stored than I expected, but it's fine. Don't have any other big excursions planned, so I should be able to work things off and get that repayment plan I wanted to do up and running.
Beyond grabbing what I need, I don't stay long. Still feels a little odd being so protective like this, but I remind myself it's just as much for them as it is for me. With the fillies coming over how many times, and Twilight and her friends aware of my gun, I want to ensure nobody is doing anything stupid like trying to get their hooves on it. Part of me feels like it's going to happen sometime, and I can only prevent it for so long.
By the time I get back from the bank with a few more bits in my pouch and my gem chest looking a good chunk lighter, my stomach is pretty empty and looking forward to a good, deep-fried lunch. Passing by one of the little windows of the barn-like, reddish-pink building on my way to the front doors, I hear a loud hiss catch my attention. Miss Cheerilee is half leant out of the window, waving me over like I'm somewhere I'm not supposed to be.
"Cheerilee?" I question, not quite sure how to react.
"Meet me behind the school. They're engrossed in lunchtime right now, I'll sneak Dinky back to you." She whispers, continuously sneaking glances behind herself into the room.
"Oh, alright." I glance back, looking at the edge of the schoolhouse. "Which part is the... back?"
My question meets open air, Cheerilee already gone, the window shut and curtains drawn. Feels like I'm picking up something in a baggy for twenty bucks rather than a filly, but I guess it's easier to slip a kid off rather than rile up the entire class by making it obvious.
By the time I vaugely wander around the perimeter of the building, I'm pleasantly surprised to find that Miss Cheerilee is already waiting for me, glancing around for me. She's got Dinky standing beside her while Cheerilee herself is cautiously watching her surroundings, up against the corner of the building.
Dinky comes bounding over towards me, waving to Miss Cheerilee. "Hey, Mister Muss!" The excitable filly greets me, trotting over to my side and sliding right up to my leg, staring up at me with a wide smile.
"She's barely contained herself from talking about it all morning, but she managed. Looking forward to this little pickup would be a heavy understatement." Miss Cheerilee informs me, Dinky nodding repeatedly. Cheerilee already looks tired, with bags under eyes. Dealing with a pack of magical and flight capable kids probably takes a toll, and I can only imagine how she feels at the end of the day.
"Well, thanks for bringing her out here. We'll have her back soon." I poke one of Dinky's ears, watching it flick about. "All good if I bring her back in half an hour to an hour or so?"
"Should be recess by the time you drop her off again, so you can just let her rejoin the others. Even if you run late, as long as you don't bring anything... noticeable back, to keep the reaction down, it should be fine. If you don't see anypony outside, just drop her off at the front." Cheerilee explains. "And say hello to Miss Hooves for me, will you?"
"Will do." I mock-salute, nodding for Dinky to follow me. She's right on my heels, a wide smile never leaving her face, while Cheerilee heads back inside the school.
"Is my mom there already?!" Dinky squeaks, trying to bore a hole through me with how intently she's staring, wide dinner-plate eyes
"Should be. You think of what you want from Hayburger?"
"Oh! I've been thinking about it all morning! I want... uh..." Dinky looks like she's about to proudly proclaim the food of which she desires, but the moment she does, it sends her spiraling into a self-questioning forward stare as she re-weighs what she wants. The longer I wait, the more I wonder if she ever had what she wanted figured out in the first place.
"Uh..."
It's hard not to laugh, but she just keeps going.
"Uhmm..."
Her little bout of brain deep-thinking that nearly sends steam out of her ears helps keep her distracted, well after we've arrived at the Hayburger. Place has always looked like an amalgamation of several Earth fast food places, styled from the earlier years before the whole modernization shift. Big, colorful chairs with half of them looking like some kind of a sentient burger-alicorn, presumably it's mascot. Same with the rest of the decorations, that or they're some member of the hayburger cast. The works.
No sign of Derpy outside, and no sign of her inside when I take a quick peek through the window. Just an underpaid, teenage pony looking bored by the grill, and a few customers enjoying their own lunches. I know she wouldn't have forgotten, so something must have come up. No biggie, we've got time.
While Dinky continues to stew about what food she wants, we head inside take one of the booths, waiting. Part of me debates on going to her work to check on her, but right as I'm considering actually making the trip, the front doors to the Hayburger jingle open, revealing the awaited mare of the hour.
She quickly glances around, trying to spot us until she sees Dinky's arm waving from the seat, the filly snapped from her ponderous stupor by the exciting event of her mother's arrival.
"Sorry, sorry!" Derpy flutters over, softly panting from absolutely hauling it across Ponyville. "Things have got a lot busier than usual since I got back and I lost track of time. I'm not too late, am I?"
"Mm... no, we've got plenty of time. Not like I wouldn't just make up an excuse and keep waiting, anyway." I mock-check my wrist like I'm wearing a watch, smiling at her. "Looking good, by the way. Your mane's doing the thing again." It looks like it did back when she ran the Wonderbolt track in Canterlot, all blown back out of her face. She must've been hauling from her work to get here quickly, none the wiser by the way she reacts. Dinky is in agreement, hooves in her own mane as she tries to mimic it.
Ah, shit. Dinky's hair. It's still a mess.
"The thing ? Oh, is it really?" Derpy questions as she slips in beside Dinky, both sat across the table from me. She starts patting her own mane with her hooves with concern, offering a visual reminder of just how alike they are in their mannerisms, both messing with their manes. Lucky for me she's a little more concerned with her own mane to notice Dinky's still looks like a mess --
"Oh, Dinky! Your mane!" Dinky tsks, immediately fussing over her daughters hair, licking a hoof and schmoozing Dinky's hair back out of her face. That salival assauly finally breaks Dinky's concentration as the filly makes a loud yuck sound, recoiling under the motherly assailing.
"MooOooOm! My mane's fine, I almost had it like yours!" Dinky tries to protest, but it falls on deaf, motherly ears.
"You look like you fell out of a tree, young lady. You need to stop roughhousing so much at recess! Oh, I bet you had it so nice today, too." Derpy scolds, managing to get Dinky's mane down to some degree of calm.
Dinky blows a raspberry, and I quietly sigh in relief, my crimes of forgetting to brush the kids hair forgotten, expertly excused by sheer coincidence.
Phew.
"You, uh... know what you want to eat?" I ask in an attempt to try and casually float the conversation forward, away from manes and such.
"Oh!" Derpy perks up, hooves still on her wriggly daughter. "Uh..."
Turns out, like daughter like mother. It takes Derpy a long few seconds to think of what she wants, still holding Dinky's head as Dinky stares at Derpy with a potent side-eye. They even 'um' the same way.
"So, I finally met Dinky's teacher while dropping her off." I manage between bites of an alright, overall fairly mediocre burger made from some kind of vege-patty. I miss that little Canterlot Italian place already. About what you'd expect from the price, but honestly, I could see us doing this again. It's hard to beat the convenience of fast food, even when I have to navigate the menu into vegan-fake-patty burger territory, since half the other options are mixed with hay and whatnot. Not a problem for the filly sitting across from me, currently massacring a foals meal with the avaricious intent of a warlord upon fertile, unclaimed lands.
"You haven't until now?" Derpy pipes up, wiping her surprised face with one of the few surviving napkins. We've both long given up trying to maintain some level of cleanliness for Dinky, and have elected to just handle the matter afterwards.
Squeezed into one of the Hayburger's booths, the three of us are enjoying a lunch of processed fast-food, catching up and enjoying the others company. I like these moments.
"Seen her from my house a few times since I'm right by the school, but no, haven't actually spoken to her until now." I add a little context, grabbing another fry. At least those still tasted like they did back home. I could probably shove down another three or four packs of these things.
"Huh. I thought for sure you would have met her already. How did that go?" Derpy asks, setting her food down for the moment.
"Pretty good, actually. Turns out she already vetted me." I shrug, poking at one of my fries.
"Right , I remember her sending Dinky home with a note about you, a little bit after we first met. But why do you -- Sweet Celestia, Dinky, chew before you swallow -- bring it up?" Derpy tries to contain some of the Dinky-borne carnage, but the deadpan expression of the worker that's watching us from behind the counter can't lose any more of their will to live than they already have. They know they're going to have to deep-clean the table afterwards.
"Thought it mightve gone a lot differently, you know. The weird creature watching the kids from his hilltop house like a creep finally shows up." I wiggle my fingers, playing up my voice before snorting.
"You're not a creep, Anon." Derpy states firmly, not finding the joke. Her offense to my self-deprecation has her finally release Dinky from her hooved grasp, much to Dinky's delight, reaching across the table for one of my hands. "Dont talk about yourself like that."
"But she didn't know that." I try to counter, to keep the humor of the moment. Derpy isn't having it.
"You worry about that kind of thing too much. You're fine." Derpy affirms again, harshly, reaching across the table to put her hoof on my hand. It's a sweet gesture, but I was about to eat the fries that hand is holding.
"Hope so. Oh, also. She knows we're dating now, by the way." I add, patting the top of her hoof with my other, free hand, before chomping down another handful of fries with said spare limb.
"Ah . Okay." Derpy nods, taking a longer moment before she bites into her burger, staring at the table as she chews, like she's lost in thought.
"Is that... bad? Should I not have said anything?" I chew, leaning forward.
Derpy quickly chews down her food, making a variety of dismissive noises until she's able to speak again.official relationship. Again . That kind of stuff."
"I didn't overstep anything, did I?" I'm not worried that I did, but it still feels right to field the question.
"Not at all, Anon. I'm very happy you're so blunt in stating it, honestly. It makes me happy. I'm just," Derpy pauses, staring at the table in thought. "Still trying to get used to it."
"How so?" I press, curious.
Derpy takes a second, trying to find the right words. "Honestly? I never thought I'd date again until I met you, Anon. And I'm glad I did, I want to be very clear on that. It's just that being public with this kind of stuff makes me overthink about things a little too much. It makes me wonder, makes me worry. Not about us, but... I'm sorry, I'm having trouble putting my thoughts out into words. But I'm not afraid of other ponies knowing about us or anything. Just... well, you know Ponet and I aren't officially divorced, so it's all still a little strange. I don't know. Sorry, I'm probably not helping very much with my explanation."
That helps make things make a little more sense. We've talked about not having a traditional relationship nor it's expectations, so remembering that other ponies are going to perceive us as a couple hasn't really been on her mind. I'll admit I've probably thought about it more than she has, but my own perception has been something I think about fairly frequently, as one of the local species outliers. You know, that and because I look like I tripped into a garbage chute. "No, don't worry about it, I get it. I appreciate you clearing it up. If you want me to hold back on telling ponies--"
"No ." She's quick to cut me off, shaking her head.
"No?" I parrot, raising a brow.
"No, I... I like it. It's okay. Just weird feelings I have to work through. I do like that you told Cheerilee, it made me happy. But it also made me feel... I don't know. Is that okay?" She asks, stifling a small sigh.
"Of course, you don't even need to ask." I pat her hoof, giving us a moment to dig back into our own food. By this point, Dinky would probably have chimed in, but what's of her foals meal has her gripped in a battle of wills with the last fry that she just can't reach at the bottom of the container. I'm not sure why she isn't using her magic, but I'm leaving her to it, even as she sticks her tongue out the side of her mouth in effort.
Derpy looks like she could use some distracting from our previous conversation topic, and we've still got some time before she needs to go back. "By the way, oh Miss Derpy Hooves, the esteemed and gorgeous mare of which I am courting, that I may proudly call my mare-friend; how's your day going so far? Busy morning, you said?" I pick the conversation back up with a smidge of smarm, remembering and pulling the conversation back to what she said when she first arrived.
Her ears flicker in muted embarrassment, trying to ignore my egregiously lame attempt at flirting, if you can even call it that. "It's..." She trails off, before her eyes flash wide open, hooves tapping carefully against the table.. "I almost forgot! Anon!" She leans forward, switching to a hushed whisper a little too late, urging me closer with a hoof.
I oblige, setting my burger aside to lean closer, offering my undivided attention. It's not often that Derpy wants to gossip.
She glances back and forth, covering part of her mouth with a hoof. "Something weird is going on at the Postal Office."
"Oh?"
"My boss suddenly started cracking down on all the rules that he's grown complacent with over the years, half of them we haven't even used in years. Some of the other post-ponies are whispering that he's nervous about something, tugging at his mane, fidgeting, muttering to himself in his office."
"Seriously? What's got him on edge?" I sip quietly from my drink, stealing a glance at Dinky to check on her. Mauling a potato-hay-whatever nugget.
"Apparently, some big-name pony from Canterlot's Postal Service is due to visit to inspect Ponyville for a branch expansion, which could mean new positions, a budget increase -- all kinds of stuff, so he's in a panic to make sure it goes well. Supposedly. I didn't hear that from him, but that's the going idea." Derpy explains, keeping her voice low as if she were imparting state secrets. Which, considering her job, she might actually be.
"Huh. But what does that mean for you and your coworkers? Think you might get a raise?"
"None of us are sure yet. I mean, most of us are working overtime and covering empty positions that could be considered for multiple ponies, so he might hire more Ponies to make the place look better staffed. Or he might need to hire more if the Ponyville branch is actually expanding, though I'm not sure where to." Derpy shakes her head, not looking particularly stoked about either option. "He's being really tight-lipped about things right now. It's kind of unusual for him."
"Ah, like a... storm approaching that you don't know the category of." I nod, opting to make a weatherly comparison for the fun of it. This proves to be a popular choice with the Pegasus, who nods vehemently.
"Exactly!" Derpy exclaims, throwing her hooves in the air, finally revealing some degree of frustration. Seems that even if they don't work in weather, most Pegasus probably appreciate weather parallels. Or maybe that's a Derpy thing, and I'm just over-assuming. "It's more like he can't decide what to do! Each of us tries to ask him about why he's being so weird with our schedules, or why he's hiring now and if it's going to affect our pay, and he's got no answers. He just deflects, bites at his hoof and excuses himself! It's weird!"
"Oh, fun ." I scoff, leaning against the table as I listen to Derpy, for what I firmly believe is the first time, rant about her workplace to me. She's usually been pretty tight-lipped about it, but whatever's going on has her wound up. I'm just glad she's comfortable enough to speak about it with me. Dinky listens in on the hot scoop, both ears angled towards her mother's fervent revelations, all while the rest of our lunch goes by.
At some point, she redirects the conversation towards me and what I got up to at Rarity's, but it's hard to find a polite way to say 'got grilled for every drop of information about what happened while I was gone'. That white-furred mare is devious at interrogation.
Derpy later tries to apologize for taking up so much of our scant minutes together with her venting, but I assure her I enjoyed every moment of it. And I really did. With a quick kiss goodbye, Dinky and I watch as her mother flaps off back to her route, leaving us to return one foal to one schoolhouse.
I just wish handing off Dinky went smoothly. She got a toy with her foals meal and it got clocked by one of the other kids, earning me a disapproving stare from Cheerilee as her classroom suffered a barrage of Hayburger-based questions, mostly around if they could also get some. Oops.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 36 - Pricked Fingers
It's been a couple days since we've gotten back from Canterlot, and I think Derpy is doing better now that we're slowly shifting back into that old groove, the worries of how the career fair played out fading. With Dinky visiting me after her school if I'm not working late with Rarity, I try to time my hours around the kid, but this kind of work is very free-form and primarily dictated by Rarity's schedule. Sometimes, I come home to Dinky already inside napping on the couch or using my living room as a hangout with a variable number of the little crusader kids in tow.
Can't remember if I told her where the spare key was, or if she found it. Not like it really matters, I'm not having the kids wait for me outside when I live this close to the Everfree. Just more proof she's a weirdly clever filly.
Now that I think about it, Dinky rarely comes over alone anymore. Although it's a coin flip if Applebloom can get away from her chores or Sweetie doesn't have to head home to study. Sometimes, Sweetie trails me from Rarity's place to hang out with the others.
Scootaloo is almost a guarantee to come over now, the sight of purple and orange fur of Dinkster and Scoots a constant when I get home most days, as are the chances they've ripped into the snacks in my pantry. I don't mind, obviously, but I'm just glad that Dinky isn't waiting alone for me or anything. They all seem to get along pretty well, though I see Scootaloo perks up significantly whenever I get back. As does Dinky, of course, but I'm just relieved Scootaloo doesn't seem to have been affected by that time in the mountains. Still chipper and cheeky as ever.
Derpy visits me during her lunch breaks since she's the more mobile of the two of us. It's not always right at noon, with how her routes often have her running a little later, but Rarity is very easy-going with when I take mine as long as the work is getting done.
Since we're trying to save up bits again after all of that egregious Canterlot spending, we've been going back to one of our houses to make something simple to eat, depending on whose got the better stocked fridge that day. Just... being with each other, making simple lunch meals or prepping something the night before that we could have together the next day. It's been nice, having those quiet moments together while Dinky is still at school, giving us some time to be together and chat about our day.
Derpy has also gotten a lot more... physical. Touch and physical connection was already something we both had a shared connection in, but I think the Canterlot trip meant a lot to her. Now, she sits as close as she can to me at most times, so at least some part of us is touching. A wing is usually draped over me if she can't press up against me herself, and I find she stares at me more often. When she picks up Dinky from my place after work, she takes some time to sit with me on the couch, watching the fillies play for a while.
Even thought it'd only been for a weekend, it feels odd not being with her the full day now. Waking up, and she isn't there. Just me, alone in my house. Knowing she has work and only seeing her during lunch, or when she comes by afterwards. Makes me want the weekend to come so much faster, so I can actually just come over and see her the full day again.
Going back the usual routine of seeing each-other when we can... It's fine, but I won't lie about the odd feelings I have when I'm sitting alone inside my house, when everyone has piled out of my living room.
It would probably eat at me a lot more than it does, if it wasn't for one little oddity. I'm not quite as alone as I expected to be.
Scootaloo asked if she could start sleeping over, crashing on the couch. Wasn't really sure what to say about it, but I know the kids got kind of a weird home life. When I asked if she meant if she could have a sleepover with the other girls, she shook her head. She told me she's been having nightmares. About what happened on the mountains. Haven't felt my heart drop like that in a while, so, now I've got an orange fuzzball sleeping on the couch and eating my dinners.
Even when Derpy swings by to pick up Dinky and to help shoo the other crusader kids home, or when I drop Dinky off at Derpy's for her and stay to say hello for a few minutes, sitting im my own, empty bed has me staring at the ceiling in muted thought. I can hear Scootaloo's hooves on the floor in the night, as she quietly paces the house. I think she's checking on me to see if I'm still here, heading back to the couch when she's confirmed I haven't gone anywhere. Started sleeping with the door open after that, and checking on her when I get up in the middle of the night for a piss. Wish I knew who to talk to about this, but I don't know who Scootaloo is related to. Maybe Cheerilee can offer some insight? I'll have to ask her at some point. She's a surprisingly thoughtful little... roommate? Though I am worried that nobody is really asking after her.
Either way, as odd as this week is being, I wouldn't say it's bad. I've got a date planned for this weekend with Derpy. Well, not really a date, but... I'm going over to make breakfast. Derpy bumped one of her roof tiles, so I've offered to patch it up. Gonna spend the entire day there, so that should be nice. Still a few days away. She tried to argue about spending so much money in such a short time, but I assured her it's not going to cost much.
My daydreaming of the weekend to come, and the oddity of my own living conditions certainly isn't helping my focus at work, though.
"Ow -- shit ." I hiss, nicking my finger with the sewing needle. That's what I get for zoning out and thinking about bubble-butt at work.
"Prick yourself, darling?" I hear Rarity call from a room over.
"Yeah, I'm alright." I call back, pressing the dollop of blood into my mouth as I give the machine a moment, trying not to bleed all over the place. She's starting to let me use some of the machines, and we're having some mixed results with that.
It's kind of funny in a morbid way that my hands are more comfortable with a rifle meant to blast a chunk of metal through somebody at fuck-knows speed, meanwhile I'm losing blood to something meant for sticking two bits of fabric together with a jiggly little stick that goes up and down fast. There's a half-used box of bandaids at my little corner of Rarity's working desk, because apparently I can't seem to figure out not hurting myself, and I envision needing another box soon.
I didn't even tackle any proper work my first day back from Canterlot. Like I told Derpy at our first lunch back in Ponyville, the moment that front door jingled on my way into the Boutique for my shift, I was promptly thrust into a purple-cushioned lounge chair with a cup of coffee slammed down in front of me before I had even uttered a 'Good Morning'. Rarity eagerly sat across from me with her own cup of tea. Some-pony had been eagerly waiting for my return, and that pony wanted the details . Each and every single one. Ever the gossip mare, what training I had against interrogation techniques floundered in the face of her masterful pestering, and she extracted every bit of information out of me. No comment could pass un-questioned, and she read into every single thing I said, no topic too taboo for Ponyville's queen of whispers. I tried to remain respectful of Derpy, I really did -- but Rarity is unshakeable. She found our little moment in the shower quite scandalous, though seemed disappointed it didn't go anywhere. A little invasive, it was good to get someone else's opinion on a few things, and I felt justified with how they played out. Derpy made the right choices, according to Rarity.
Although, Ponet apparently should make sure to watch his back if he ever visits Ponyville again, and had better pray he doesn't need any new clothes. I think Rarity might stab him on sight with her ribbon scissors or whatever she has within reach, the way she was fuming on Derpy's behalf.
Rarity has also, rather forwardly, offered her services as the only 'reasonable' choice whenever it comes to Derpy and I's wedding attire, for 'Whenever that inevitably happens', as she puts it. It's a sweet gesture, but I really wasn't sure how to respond to that one. She even offered a heavy employee discount, but the most I could muster was an awkward laugh.
The sewing machine slowly starts up again once I've made sure I haven't soured any of the material with my own liquid yuckiness, and after I've properly bandaged my hand for the how-manyeth time today. The sewing machine is kind of similar to those of Earth, but there's apparently a few different kinds one can purchase. Rarity uses ones that hold a small, charged gem to power them rather than electricity, more easily removed or replaced with magic. Originally, she was going to have me practice with the manual one that's built into one of her tables and is hoof-powered, but it's an awkward shape and size for me to use, and I couldn't get a consistent speed. So, I fat-finger the little crystal back into it's slot, as the machine starts whirring again. Touching charged gems makes my hair tingle, like a static charge. Not unpleasant, but I don't like holding on to the things.
Despite my best efforts, I can't help but slip into my thoughts again.
Getting my hours in and getting my money back is one of my main, leading goals. I'm a little light on cash now, and I want to have enough to support Derpy while she's going through this trouble at work. And make back the payments for the loan --
Pinch .
"Ow -- again ?!" I flinch, yanking my hand back and cursing loudly. Got my thumb this time, and it hurts like a bitch. It's always the little injuries. This machine is a bloodthirsty little monster, even as I smack the gem out of it's slot so as not to ruin the fabric, watching it clatter across the table and make a dull, hollow noise as it does.
"You alright?" I hear Rarity call again, with more concern audible this time. Usually my self-inflicted injuries are more spaced through-out the day, not all bunched up at once, and are a source of amusement.
"Yeah, yeah." I call back, sighing. Gonna run out of bandaids at this rate, I mutter under my breath, reaching into the box for another. Carefully eyeing that my work, if you can call it that, yet remains unmarred. Lucky me, didn't bleed on it.
Rarity peaks her head into the room, well-producted mane bouncing along with the motion, tsking at my lacking attention span. She's got her glasses on, a length of half-pinned dress, the midway result of one of her brainstorming sessions, dangling in the air from her magic.try not to stain the fabric, will you? I obviously, care for your wellbeing, but that stuff isn't cheap. Bleed away from it if you can!"
Funny. "Will do, boss-lady." I mock-wave with a fist.
"That's Miss Boss-Lady." Rarity tuts, grinning.
She showed me how to use the machine -- but the way that she does it, with magic and hooves. Fingers can only sneak around the needle so long before their inevitable meeting when you have as much experience with one of these machines as a toddler does with...
... I don't know, man. My thumb hurts too much for a good allegory right now. I'm getting flustered, and it's not helping. I guess Redhearts meetings were helping me to at least recognize when I feel like this.
Another bandage applied to my poor little wiggler, as Rarity trots into the room. I'm slotting the gem back in as she stops by the table, watching me try to work the fabric once more.
"Oh, by the way, Anon. I've gotten a hold of the patterns for the Postal Service's Uniform, like you asked." She starts, folding her partially made cloth and setting it to the empty side of the worktable, helping herself to a little break in the meantime.
"Did you really? It wasn't difficult to dredge those up, was it?" I ask, though my eyes remain firmly on the needle, and my closed fist as it hovers nearby, trying to push the fabric through without catching myself again. Not letting this thing get me again. Fool me four times... probably double-shame on me, or something.
"Oh, you'd think such a staple outfit of the Equestrian workforce would be readily available, at several locations even, would you not? But no, it took some serious digging, and they were particularly tightly-lipped about their sources. Everywhere I looked, they kept turning me away! Me!" Rarity exclaims, the very idea garish. Now she's already settling herself in beside me, masterfully disguising a chance to chat with the task of watching over me. I catch a few of those careful side-eyes as she speaks, watching me feed the fabric.
"Isn't the Postal Service a part of the government, or something?" I mention, considering it's importance to Equestrian infrastructure. Even with a dual-matriarchy, it would probably be something similar.
"Oh, of course, but things like that are handled through licenses and outsourcing nonetheless, Anon. The Princesses can hardly run everything themselves, now can they? Turns out, they operate solely out of a single supplier back in Canterlot who ships out all variations of the uniform used across Equestria. I suppose I should have seen that coming, keeping it close to home is the clever move, but I would have thought one of the more advanced factories on the coast would have been handling things." Rarity starts to explain, letting a little bit of a boast slip through.
"How'd you figure that out?" I try to ask, but she looks shocked at the very idea.
"A lady doesn't reveal her secrets, Anon. Come now, you should know better." She tuts again, now playfully scolding me.
"Seems you keep secrets better than whoever you got them from." I duly note, under the coy smile of a proud mare.
"Well, I won't say that's untrue ... but, the reason I bring it up is that now, with the templates in my possession, it should be trivial to properly repair Derpy's uniform, if not outright replace it. Though I cannot promise I won't make my own additions --"
Pinch .
"Ow!" Escapes me as the fucking thing clips me for the third time, whirring maliciously until Rarity's more careful, magic-tinted grasp plucks it's power source, letting it lull to a slow. She's quiet for a moment, waiting to ensure that my injury is only superficial before reacting.
"... Let's just have you stack some of the spare supplies for now, Darling." Rarity sighs, before laughing to herself, taking the fabric out from under the machine while I apply yet another bandaid to my poor hand. Somehow, by some miracle, I've narrowly managed to avoid staining my project, my slowly-dwindling luck drying up as Rarity holds the fabric up for a quick inspection. Not that the fabric itself is terribly expensive, but my fingers are starting to hurt after paying the cost of my faltering attention.
"You're usually at least a little more... observant than this, Anon. Attentive. Less accident prone? This very well may be a new record, which is impressive considering how the first time I let you near any of these machines went. Is something troubling you? Heavy thoughts weighing upon your mind?" She muses, making her way back over to my seat once she's set aside project.
"Not really? I don't know... just a lot of thinking, I guess." I shrug, fumbling for yet another bandaid, knocking the box over. A little hard to summarize all the things keeping my thoughts in a tumbling swirl.
"I'd say it's better to keep ones brain active rather than let it simmer with the despondent sludge of inactivity, though perhaps in your case, you ought to let the poor thing rest once in a while. Problems with your mare-friend keeping you distracted?" Rarity guesses, carefully crossing both of her front-hooves, nestling her head against them as she rests on the workbench. One of the bandages is plucked from the table, floating over to stick itself to my newest little ouchie, courtesy of Rarity's glowing horn.
"Why do you think it's Derpy?" I ask, trying to get comfortable despite the throbbing pain in most of my fingers.
"You're the kind of stallion who would worry more about another's problems than his own, Anon." She bluntly notes, not even waiting a moment to think on her response. "Especially that of a very specific, very... accident prone Mare who is so continually on your mind. Said mare that I've been recruited unto two wholly separate, secret projects pertaining to specifically her, all filed away quietly just on your behest alone. So, is it?"
Yeah, okay. Maybe I'm a little more predictable then I expected. "I suppose. We're not having trouble or problems or anything..."
"Good, because I'd beat the senses back into either of you if you were. You're quite the match for each-other, and I'm not letting either of you sour that." Rarity comments with a loud harumph, awkwardly supportive as she is threatening.
"Duly noted. But... Derpy is having a bit of trouble, if I had to find a word for it." I say, and already, Rarity has inched forward, eyes widening with the anticipation of more gossip. "I told you that she was having a rough time from what happened in Canterlot, and how she's slowly working through it, right?"
"Mhmm. Has something come up?" Rarity prompts me, and I hardly notice she's already got a pair of cups settled between us.
"Well... not with that. Her work is getting weird, her hours dicey." I start trying to explain, not quite sure how much I should actually reveal.
"Oh?" Rarity leans forward, interested growing.
"I wanted her to be able to relax, you know, after that stress in Canterlot with Dinky and that school stuff.
"Mmhmm?"
"Nothing is consistent, and it's all over the place. Something's going on, and it's stressing her out because of how her boss is acting."
Rarity scoots closer, one delicately painted hoof carefully and quietly folding over the other, like a cat subtley stalking it's prey. Only that the prey is me being none the wiser that I'm walking into another gossip session head-first.
"Do tell." She urges, looming pretty well for a pony half my size.
That one phrase alone set the stage for the rest of the day. Not a single new stitch got sewn, my shift at the boutique instead spent explaining Derpy's situation to Rarity, who ate it up like it was a buffet.
It felt good to share with somebody, honestly. I appreciate Rarity a lot, and my fingers appreciated the break a lot more.
I kick up on the couch with something to drink, trying to lift my cup without using my heavily bandaged fingers. It's not easy, so I'm holding it between my palms as I take a sip, smacking my lips as I wait for it to cool.
"Oh, buck off!" Scootaloo squeaks loudly, throwing her hooves in the air, catching my attention.
"Scoot!" Applebloom gasps. There's a quiet, collective stare from the other fillies circled around the coffee table as they all look at me instead of Scootaloo, awaiting some kind of adult-based parental judgement. She's having fun, I'll let her off easy.
"Uh... language." I predictably, half-heartedly tsk to the potty-mouth, Scootaloo nodding sheepishly before they quickly dive back into their game. Sweetie mutters further scolding under her breath as Scootaloo tries to wave her off.
Sweetie Belle had brought a board game from her house this time, with Scootaloo, Applebloom and Dinky all huddled around my living room coffee table as they play. I had absolutely no idea how this game is played, opting to just watch when they invited me. Not like I could pick up any of the pieces anyway, my fingers were still bitching at me.
Their whole little foalpack had already been inside and occupying my living room when I got home. I left early after getting grilled by Rarity, who allowed an early end to the day so I wouldn't bleed all over the place and could let my 'battle-wounds' against her vicious war machines heal, as she put it.
The foals even dished themselves out some snacks in my absence, making themselves right at home. Maybe they're getting a little too comfortable. Adorably, they had 'made' me a cup of water and a little plate when they were snacking up themselves, all so I wouldn't be 'left out', sat waiting for me in my fridge.
As far as I can tell, whatever they're playing is some kind of property-owning game where their little figures travel all over Equestria, and can purchase the various towns and cities as they move in one big, repeatable circle, going until one of them is the capitalist winner. I could swear I remember a game back on Earth playing similarly, but the name escapes me. They stacked the lid and the box together to hold the spare pieces, so I can't read it either. Not like I'm that invested to interrupt their game to ask.
But they're getting really into it.
Currently, Scootaloo is at the bottom of the scoreboard following an egregiously bold maneuver to try and capitalize on all of the coastal properties. Problem is, she had some of the worst rolls to move around the board, so she ended up getting there last and picking up the scraps, too stubborn to give up her plan. She's now tripling-down on Fillydelphia alone, spiking rent as high as possible for anyone who might land on it. To which, none of the other girls have yet. Scoots is discovering some colorful language in her approach to exploring her feelings about the topic.
Applebloom, inversely, is trying to lowball the entire inland. She's picking up all of the cheapest tiles, the smaller towns and villages, including Ponyville, trying to go for maximum coverage instead. It's netting her a few bucks since they inevitably land on her tiles, but she's hardly gotten any more money than she started with.
Sweetie is focusing on the infrastructure cards, owning the rail systems, rainbow factory, and so on. I can see the devious glint in her eye as she quietly stews behind her cards, watching the other girls. I'm not quite sure what her plan is, but it looks like it's working, the way she's got some fat stacks of cash.
Dinky is doing literally whatever she wants, completely unpredictable and going with her whims in the moment. She owns random properties all across the country with no rhyme or reason, and is currently holding several key cards against the others that they all want. Both the Appleoosa and Crystal Empire rails are held hostage from a malding Sweetie Belle, and Dinky is sweating Applebloom by holding ownership of her own families farm over her head. Yeah, Applejack's farm showed up on the board. Surprised me too, but figures if they're one of the largest exporters of Apples in the region.
A loud, sudden slam at my front door startles all of us, Scootaloo cursing loudly again as she drops her cards. We all stare at the door, confused and surprised.
Finally, a much softer, proper door knocking catches all of our attention. The fillies look up at me expectantly. Derpy isn't due for another couple of hours, and she never uses the door. She's got her little window routine leaving me with no idea who it could be. Maybe Applejack or Rarity picking up their sister?
"Want me to get it, Mister Muss?" Applebloom offers, ever the sweetheart.
"No, I'll get it!" Dinky tries to object, hopping to her hooves. It's outright adorable of them, but I doubt the sanctity of the game would survive if any of them left the table. Sweetie and Applebloom have this devious glare they keep sharing with the other ever since Dinky offered, probably in some kind of wordless plan to sneak some of Dinky's cards. Scootaloo is a loose cannon with her current ranking, and she might pull something drastic. Best I get the door.
"Carry on, I've got it." I groan, slowly swinging myself up and off the couch. I set the cup down on my kitchen counter on the way over, while the girls shrug and get back to their game. By the time I get to the door, there's still a polite, but incessant knocking.
"Yep, yep, I'm coming." I announce, swinging the door open. "Who..."
I'm glad I put my cup down, or it would've hit the floor. My stomach drops when I see the red-faced, teary-eyed snout of Derpy staring up at me, trying her best to keep a weak smile on her face despite the tears streaking down her cheeks.
"H-hey, Anon." Derpy sniffles, awkwardly rubbing at her face, unable to decide if she should use a hoof or a wing. She's sat on the ground in front of my door, face-fur wet from crying for who knows how long. Her uniform is a wrinkled mess, with parts of it smeared in dirt and mud.
"Derpy ?" I barely mumble, my wondering of why she's even here yet. It's like my brain has been flashbanged and my mental processing out of whack, stuck on the fact that she never uses the door.
She's trying to stifle sniffs and quiet sobs, putting on a brave face. It doesn't even last a second before it breaks. "I, uh... I-I got laid off." She starts to laugh, before it twists into a sob that wrenches my heart into pieces, her tears staining my welcome mat.
I'm already knelt down, pulling her and her tear-dampened fur tightly against myself as she shudders against me, crying into my shoulder.
Last Stop on the Mail Route
Chapter 37 - Unwanted Changes
Neither the loud splashing of my kitchen sink spraying water against itself, nor the cold water prickling my skin as I wash my hands prove enough of a distraction from the worried thoughts that now swirl about in my mind.
Thankfully, there are several little ones around that are much better at keeping my attention from swelling in on itself.
"Is Dinky's mom gonna be okay?" I hear carefully whispered by the concerned orange-furred filly beside me, making me pause in the midst of helping me whip up something for Derpy to eat. Something light, at least, that she can snack on to take her mind off of things. I doubt she's got the stomach for anything heavier.
Scootaloo sets down one of the boxes she grabbed from my pantry, some kind of cheesey cracker the girls had been ripping through already. Scoot is staring up at me with those concerned little eyes, and I'm reminded before I answer that I shouldn't be putting anything more on this filly, especially over the others.
"I think so, Scoots. She's just... going through a rough time with work. Had a bad day, you know?" I try to offer, wanting to keep it light.
She tilts her head, though I can see her weighing my words silently. Honestly, I should probably just send them home... but I think they're being a big help for Dinky right about now. Last thing I'd want is for her to sit here in an empty house, waiting to find out what's going on.
Speaking of which, I look out from over my kitchen, back into the living room.
Dinky isn't taking seeing her mom in that state too well, head hung and shoulders slumped. She's gotten pretty quiet, though Sweetie Belle and Applebloom are doing their best to try and keep her spirits up, offering assurances and distractions as they continue with the boardgame. Scootaloo had set her cards down to help me out, so now she's trailing after me around the kitchen, showing a surprising emotional curiosity towards the situation.
The sounds of my shower running can be heard muffled through the bathroom door back past the kitchen entryway closer to my room, offering some of the only noise that can be heard through the entire place. After I walked Derpy inside, she headed to the bathroom so she could take a moment to herself to clean up. She's been in there for a while now.
"Mister Muss?" The little voice of Scootaloo snaps me out of my staring. I turn off the sink, reaching for a hand towel to dry my hands.
"Sorry, Scoots. Just stuck thinking."
"Oh, it's okay. I get stuck thinking all the time too!"
"Well thanks for the help, but I've got it now. Why don't you head back over to the others?" I properly turn my attention to her, flicking my hands dry as I reach for my hand-towel.
"Okay! But let me know if I can help more!" Scootaloo eagerly offers up, earning a pat between the ears.
"Will do, Scoots." I mumble, but she doesn't really react, more just watching my hand. I'm confused as to why at first, but then I see a thought slowly emerge from the depths of her dome, face twisting in surprise as she remembers something.
"Oh! Can I ask you some advice?" Scootaloo suddenly prompts, padding her hooves in place.
"Shoot-- mm. Go for it." I try to stifle my poor choice of wording with a cough, nodding.
"I think I'm losing at Marenopoly." She huffs, squinting over at the table. "I had a genius idea to go all-in on the first property I got..."
It's a little whiplash from the gravity of my prior thoughts, and a reminder that the kids are still kids, doing kid things. It gets an earnest chuckle out of me, grounding me despite this messy situation.
"Whaaat? No, I'm sure you're doing fine." I lie through my teeth, smiling.
For some reason, she doesn't seem terribly convinced. "What should I do? Applebloom and Sweetie are getting ahead of me! I wanted to go big, but... they just aren't landing on my squares!"
I use the kitchen counter to lean down, taking a knee. A supportive hand takes her shoulder, and I level my stare with her. "Listen, kiddo."
"Yeah?"
"You think your idea isn't working?"
"Yeah..."
"Double down."
"Huh?"
"Triple down, even. They're going to land on your square eventually. It might take a while. It might suck. But you make that tile of yours the absolute worst thing on the board, so the moment of them puts a toe -- or a hoof, I guess, on it? All their bits. Yours ." I poke her chest, watching her eyes brim with a newfound inspiration. I almost feel a smile form, until the kitchen's quiet is met with the sounds of muffled water running.
I don't get any words back, only a conniving grin as Scootaloo plans her nefarious, potentially friendship-ending scheme. As she trots back over to the others, I push up off the counter to get back to my feet, leaning against it for a moment.
My gaze falls to the bathroom door, shut tight and holding my mare inside. Part of me wants to repeat Canterlot and go in there to comfort her... but that's not really appropriate given present company. And I think she needs a moment to herself, too. I'll be here for her when she comes out. Until then, I'll try to help how I can.
The snacks that Scootaloo lugged out for me were a sweet gesture of assistance, but I had proper food in mind. Since half my fridge is stuff for Ponies (a given to my shopping list from how many of them I have over), it wasn't too hard to put something together that I think she'd like. Pasta with some tomato-basil sauce, lightly buttered. Simple enough to make, and should be filling. Made a big enough batch that I could serve the rest of the girls, actually. And probably the next half a dozen ponies that walked through the door. Might have to send some with leftovers. They've moved the boardgame around to make room for their little portions, a little more life back in that side of the room as Dinky cheers up a bit.
I'm in the middle of washing up the dirty dishes when I hear the shower shut off, pausing mid-scrub to listen. I'm entirely still, not daring to move an inch out of fear of missing a sound.
My eyes are glued to the bathroom door as it clicks, slowly swinging open, to reveal her. Derpy. There are still red bags under her eyes, but she's wearing only the fur she was born with now, her uniform carefully folded on the bathroom counter. Her wings are loosely held out to try and let them dry a little faster. Derpy rubs her eye one last time with a hoof before making eye contact with me as she stops, pursing her lips when our gazes meet.
The thunderous clattering of tiny hooves announces Dinky and distracts us both as the filly slides around the corner, nearly tackling her mom from a poorly timed stop. Instead, bunching up my hallway carpet and thumping directly against Derpy's chest.
"Mom!" Dinky pushes for answers without a moments notice, only concerned for her mother and entirely ignorant of her own collision. She's still smashed up against Derpy, staring upwards. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm alright, Dinky. Are you?" Derpy assures from between a weak bout if laughter, putting a hoof around Dinky and pulling her closer. Her voice sounds strained, hoarse.
"What happened?" Dinky mumbles into Derpy's fur, her ignorance of the questions plenty an answer enough.
Derpy is silent for a moment, swallowing.
"Okay." Dinky nods, not budging. "...But you are feeling better, right?"
"Yes, I am. Thank you, Dinky." Derpy kisses her daughter right beside the base of her horn, before shooing her back towards the living room with her still damp wings, the filly giggling as she tries to avoid loose specks of water.
It doesn't take long for Derpy to make her way into the entry of the kitchen, quietly standing beside the counters as I finish up, just outside of reach.
I don't say anything quite yet, giving her as much time as she needs. I don't need to push anything out of her now, despite my own worries. I just want her comfortable. Knowing that she's safe here.
A long, quiet sigh makes it's way out of Derpy as her shoulders sag, and she slowly turns her attention to me, offering a weak smile. "Hey, Nonny."
"Hey, Bubbs." I greet her again, drying my hands as I set the clean dishes aside. "The shower help?" I'll skirt the elephant in the room as long as she wants.
"Yeah, I needed that." She's quick to agree, but I can already see her mind wandering. "Your... shampoo. It smells really good. I may have used a little too much of it. Sorry." Derpy is practically mumbling at this point as she steps closer, staring forward at whatever part of me is closest rather than craning her neck to look up at my face.
"It's good stuff, right? Don't worry about it, I'm just glad you like it." I assure, even as she slumps against my leg, leaning against me. I can feel her take a big, long breath as one of her wings wraps around my leg for further support, Derpy just kind of... staying there.
"Okay." It's a simple and quiet response from her. I've got a feeling she's getting pretty done with words. Probably tired, too. That's alright. My hand roams downward to cradle the cheek of the face pressed against me, slowly stroking that still slightly-wet fur.
"I made you and the girls something to eat. Hungry, or should I save your plate for later?" I offer, drawing her attention to her awaiting portion.
"That's very sweet, but I don't think I could eat right now." Derpy closes her eyes, fully leaning into me, her wings grip tightening. My fingers slowly idle between her mane and her ears, brushing through her hair.
"No worries, you can eat it later. I made plenty." I assure her, feeling her nod ever so slightly against me.
"You didn't have to do all that." It's a quiet comment, but I can tell by her tone she appreciates it.
"Wanted to, going to, always will." Is my own, quiet response. "Plus, the others were getting peckish."
I can feel her hum against me as words fall out of favor again, enjoying simple contact. "Dinky's friends?"
"Yeah, they're playing a game in the living room. Marenopoly or something."
"Ah."
"Wanna sit down?" I offer, leaning to try and get a look at her face.
"...Yeah, okay." Derpy's eyes open partway as she leans off of me, watching me. She kind of just trails after me as I pack some of the food into containers, waiting until I head towards the coach before actually walking anywhere.
With her mom back and looking better than when she first arrived, Dinky is starting to perk back up and get into their board game again, even as the group takes a moment to catch Scootaloo up from the turns she missed. With the fillies occupying the floor, the couch is all ours, and I'm quick to settle in on the far end, leaving plenty of room for Derpy.
There's a polite collection of greetings from the crusaders towards Derpy as she enters the living room, to which Derpy smiles at them. It looks forced, as happy as she may be to see Dinky's friends, and it falls from her face the moment they return their attention to their game.
As I ease myself onto my usual spot, Derpy goes to climb up onto the couch beside me -- but her hoof slips off the cushion, and she nearly falls backwards. As her wings flare out to try and stabilize herself, I lunge up from my reclined position to grab for her. Derpy practically propels herself into my arms as we thump back into the couch, more laying down with her on top of me rather than anything that could be considered sitting.
She sighs, and before I can sit up or offer to help her get seated properly, Derpy makes herself comfortable by just splaying out atop of my chest, nestling her head in underneath my chin. Judging by the noise she makes, she's pretty content with the choice. Her wings creep around my midsection as she holds me, and I can feel that her breathing is still staggered and awkward the way we're pressed together.
"Sorry. Just tired of spills today." She mumbles.
"That why your uniform was dirty?"
"Yeah."
This close, I can't help but tilt my face down to bury it in her freshly washed mane, my hand idly stroking up and down her back, fingers weaving between her wing blades. Somehow, the product I've been using since I got here smells brand-new and better than ever before when she's the one using it. "You were right, my shampoo does smell nice. I think I like it when I smell it on you a little more though." I note, smiling into her hair. I can hear her make the littlest scoff, but her grip around me tightens.
We lay like this for a while, just watching the foals play their cutthroat game known to risk friendships as a welcome distraction. Eventually, their curiosity to us fades and they're fully subsumed back in their competition, Sweetie Belle sweating buckets as she lands directly beside Scootaloo's near triple-downed minefield of a tile. The tension is rising, and they're woefully subsumed with the fun games of youth -- even Dinky has picked up another key piece of the rail line, and Sweetie's mane is starting to fray like Rarity's does when she's stressed. Applebloom is still trying to convince Dinky to part with her oh-so-prized tile, while Scootaloo deviously looks for means to quadruple down.
With the focus no longer on either of us, my hand gently brushes the fur on the back of Derpy's neck, my words soft and quiet. "Do you want to talk about ehat happened?" I whisper, hand slowly rising to stroke through her steadily air-drying mane.
It takes her a while to decide on an answer, tail swishing against my leg as she thinks. Either to find her words, or to muster the strength to say them, it doesn't matter. I wait for as long as I need to either way, slowly stroking her back, her hair... any part of her as I hold her close. I think she's a little too tired to care about showing this kind of affection in front of other ponies, but it's not like the foals aren't here every other day to see her fly through my window. "You want me to send them home?" I offer, in case she's uncomfortable.
I can feel her shake her head against me. "No, it's alright. They're good for Dinky right now."
I nod, and silence returns. I don't push the topic, but I can feel one of her hooves fidgeting. She's either debating explaining, or...
"The Pony that came by from Canterlot... it wasn't just one." Derpy suddenly starts. "We thought it was just going to be an inspector or something, Anon. Middle of the shift, right as I'm taking over for Featherflight at the desk... It was a whole team of mail-ponies and guards from Canterlot that burst in. They shut down the entire Ponyville postal branch." Derpy explains, words muffled as she's still nuzzled into my neck.
"Fuck . Seriously? What for?" I mutter, taken aback.
"They were saying something about our boss being involved in some kind of tax fraud, and that until things could be properly investigated, they'd be taking over the branch. It was a replacement team, Anon. They had the guards shuffling us about and checking our belongings, while they dragged our boss out the front."
"They didn't think you were involved in anything, did they?" I question, knowing damn well Derpy wouldn't get into that kind of thing.
She shakes her head. "No, just our boss... but that didn't change how they treated us. They still investigated if any of us were tied into whatever he was getting up to. They said the replacement would be temporary, and that they may reach out to us again in time about our positions once everything was resolved... but what am I supposed to do , Anon? Wait until they might decide to rehire us? How long is that going to be? I can't wait months to maybe get my job back. I just spent most of our savings on the Canterlot trip. I thought we were in a good place for once. The first time I thought I could actually do something like that for Dinky... and it turns out to be the stupidest thing I could have done."
Derpy quietly scolds herself, her breath growing shakier as she continues to speak. "And working the mail is all I've known for years now, Anon... if they re-test us, there's no way I'm passing again. I can barely read the words on the letters and packages, I have the other ponies tell me the addresses. They know I'm clumsy. There's no way that's gonna fly." Her doubts and worries seep through her words, revealing just how badly this is affecting her.
"...Oh, Derpy." Is all I can mumble, feeling a sense of guilt weighing in over me as she mutters into my neck, keeping her tone quiet so the foals don't notice. I'm angry with myself. I can spoil them all I want, but what does it matter if I can't be there for them when they need it? That I lull them into the idea that we can both afford to splurge with money, just to be shit out of luck when something actually happens?
"I just don't know what to do, now. I know I can't afford to try and wait out however long they're going to take, if they even ever decide to try and rehire, but whose going to hire me ?" She sniffles, teeth clenching.
I hate the words she's saying the way she feels about herself. "You know I'm here for you, but just take it easy for the moment. We'll figure this out." I try to assure her; but how can you promise someone that everything's going to be alright when you don't even know if you can make that happen?
"Will we? Will I?" Derpy questions quietly and I can feel her chest shuddering against mine. "I don't--"
"It will be, Derpy. Don't doubt it for even a second. We'll figure this all out, okay? You're a brilliant mare, and they'd be stupid not to get you back as fast as possible. Even if they don't, you can't be so hard on yourself. There's plenty of jobs that you would do great in."
"I..." She looks like she wants to keep arguing, even lifting her head to stare at my face. Her pretty little eyes search mine as best they can, even as tired as they look. "You really think so?"
"Absolutely." I gently kiss her nose, offering nothing but sweet assurances as she presses into me again, nodding quietly. "We need to take another trip to Canterlot for a career fair for you, Miss Hooves?"
"No I... I get it, Anon. But... can we stay like this for a while?" I hear her mutter softly.
My arms wrap tightly around her as I hug her close, feeling Derpy do the same. We stay that way for a long while, well into the filly's game. Eventually, it's Applebloom that lands on Scootaloo's destined tile, the table erupting in frustration and long overdue excitement as Scootaloo hops around, Applebloom startling Sweetie Belle with a variety of colorful words.
It marks a good time to send the group home, as it's starting to get dark out. I excuse myself from Derpy's grasp for the moment, ensuring they've each got their belongings and are making their way home. I double-check where Scootaloo is going, and after confirming she's staying with an aunt, it's just Derpy, Dinky, and myself. Along with a mess of a boardgame and snacks to clean, but that falls on me. Dinky said she was going to help, but realized she hadn't gone to the bathroom the entire time she'd been here, sprinting off to use it now that it was clear. So, my task after all.
Not quite yet though. As I near the table to remove the evidence of a fierce capitalist battle, I feel a set of wings trap me from behind with a tight grip around my waist.
"You want a turn? I'm afraid I'm not terribly competitive... might mop the floor with me." I try to joke, twisting about as best as my battered form might allow me. She's got her head pressed against the small of my back, face hidden under messier than usual mane.
"Anon?" Derpy says against me in a small, quiet voice.
"What was that, Bubbs?" I ask, still trying to wriggle around to see her better.
"I don't think I want to be alone tonight." I think I hear her mutter, taking a deep breath of the back of my shirt.
"Didn't quite catch that." I grunt, finding a decent enough, if awkward, way to twist myself to get a better look at her. Right as she lifts her face from my back, her words more like a shaky whisper.
"I don't think I can be alone tonight, Anon." Her wings tighten on me, almost to the point that it hurts.
I force myself around, pushing through her grip and cradling her head with my arms. "You won't be. You're crashing here for the night, Bubbs. You want to tell Dinky it's a sleepover, or shall I?"
"I didn't want to intrude --" She starts,
"And you're not. The bed is me-sized, so we'll fit. Mostly. Might have to get cuddly, but that's standard now."
"Promise?"
"Oh, very cuddly I'm afraid."
"No, that... that you really don't mind it. Mind me . Mind us ."
"Derpy. You and Dinky could move in with me tonight if you wanted to. You're always welcome, wherever I am. I need you to remember that."
"Okay." She sniffles, wings finally drooping off of me. "But could we stay on the couch for a little longer? Like before?"
I stroke her cheek, shuffling over to take a spot beside her, opening my arms. "Of course, you silly mare. Come here."
Doesn't take her very long to get nestled back in my embrace, holding each other for who knows how long. Long enough that we actually start to wonder if Dinky is doing alright -- only to find her 'making potions ' like 'Applebloom told her and she learned from Zecora how to make them ' or something. I'd bet Zecora doesn't typically use my toothpaste, hand soap and body wash in a sink, though. Looks pretty at least.
Derpy handles that little mess while I clean up the living room, thinking to myself.
I mean it. I'm going to figure something out, doesn't matter what it takes. This mare doesn't deserve to go through this.
My eyes roaming to the underside of the table, close to the loose board. I purse my lips, ignoring it.
I'll do it right by her. No shortcuts. Which means I'll need some ideas from someone that actually knows how to use their brain, at least most of the time.
