Cutie Marks Are Confusing

Trixie stepped out her wagon with her bathrobe wrapped around her and a cup of coffee held in her pink magic before she sat down on the steps of her wagon.

The sun was over halfway in the sky and Trixie stretched out her forelegs above her head.

“Hey Trixie,” Raindrops hovered casually above the mare and the pegasus flipped over upside down. “Morning or, good afternoon should I say.”

“Hello.”

Trixie wasn’t necessarily in the fondest of moods after her lack of sleep last night with the sounds of the Everfree keeping her up late. She had made plans already to move her wagon closer inside Ponyville today.

“Late night out drinking again?”

“No. Why must you assume it’s always Trixie getting drunk when she’s in a bad mood?” Trixie snapped with a frown.

“Because you get drunk a lot?” Raindrops guessed and started lazily remodeling a piece of cloud she had grabbed with her hooves, turning it a bowl. She wasn’t as good as Cloudkicker as creating clouds into objects, the other mare got her cutie mark in that after all.

“I’m not drunk right now, am I?” Trixie shot back and rolled her eyes. “I don’t drink too often, you airhead.”

“You know, you’re lucky we’ve been friends long as we have otherwise I’d have been seriously offended by that,” Raindrops grumbled and tossed the cloud aside with a grunt. “Damn, I’m tired.”

“Trixie can relate. She was up late because of this fucking forest. Trixie will be moving her wagon into Ponyville now. Fuck this forest and every Celestia forsaken fucking animal inside!” Trixie’s voice rose to a scream and Raindrops waited patiently with a raised eyebrow as Trixie glared at some ponies watching in confused silence. “And what the fuck are you looking at, shorty?”

The two ponies took off running and Raindrops shifted her piece of straw to the opposite side of her mouth with her tongue lazily.

“You’re good at making friends wherever you go,” Raindrops commented dryly and Trixie shot her a glare. “You haven’t gave me a dirty look like that in years.”

“Trixie hates this town sometime. Can I crash at your place today for at least two hours?” Trixie pleaded and gave her puppy dog eyes as Raindrops tapped a hoof against her chin thoughtfully.

“Yeah sure.”

Trixie yanked her down from the air and Raindrops gave a startled yelp as Trixie hugged her.

“If we weren’t best friends, I’d give you a night you’d never forget,” Trixie muttered in her ear and Raindrops turned a bright red hue in her cheeks. “I take it we won’t be sharing a bed like we did when we were fillies.”

“Uh sure we can as long as you keep your hooves on your side of the bed,” Raindrops mumbled and Trixie snorted.

“You love when Trixie cuddles you to sleep,” Trixie teased and Raindrops resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah let’s go before ponies start watching us. You know the rumors about us.”

“I’m bored,” Scootaloo announced as she laid on her back on the grass, idly pushing her scooter back and forth with a hind leg. Apple Bloom and Sweetie sat in a circle with Dinky and Twist playing a card game and occasionally eating some of the candy Twist had made.

“We could try to get our cutie marks,” Sweetie Belle suggested and slapped a card down. “Uno.” Scootaloo shot her a unimpressed look.

“The last time we tried that, we got barred from the library in town for accidentally smashing through the window with a baseball when we tried to get our marks in batting.”

Sweetie Belle rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. She hadn’t meant to break the window. Rarity had yelled at her for almost an hour straight over the incident. That was the longest Rarity had yelled yet. Rarity didn’t really raise her voice unless she was really made or the situation needed it.

“We can go make candy with my thither,” Twist offered and Scootaloo shrugged.

“Bon Bon banned us from her kitchen after the chocolate ball incident with the candy coming to life somehow. Still haven’t figured out how that one happened. Apple Bloom shoving apples in her bag the other day certainly didn’t help matters,” Sweetie mused and Apple Bloom blushed slightly.

“Well, it’s the town rejects,” the group glanced at Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon standing behind them, Silver Spoon frowning as she and Dinky made eye contact.

“Whaddaya want, Diamond?” Apple Bloom asked warily as she set down her hand of cards.

“Just paying my favorite ponies a visit. Got the chicken, the sister of the most dramatic Ponyville, the grand daughter of the oldest dinosaur in town, the pyscho’s sister and the town retards daughter,” Diamond Tiara commented and smirked as they all glared at her as Dinky hugged herself with a frown.

“Technically isn’t Roseluck and her sisters the most dramatic, then Rarity?” Scootaloo wondered aloud and scrunched up her muzzle. “Also, don’t talk about Dinky’s mom like that. She’s a much better pony than you or your mom will ever dream of being.”

“Sweet Celestia,” Diamond muttered and rolled her eyes, nudging the scooter away with a smirk. Twist barely caught the scooter and frowned slightly. She didn’t necessarily get annoyed often unless it involved the two in front of her. “Run along back to your mom and dad.”

Sweetie and Apple Bloom hastily caught Scootaloo as the pegasus glared, fluttering her wings in agitation as Dinky stared at Silver Spoon, the other earth pony avoiding eye contact as she shifted uncomfortably on her hooves.

Next thing Dinky knew, she was standing over Diamond Tiara on the ground holding a bloody muzzle and Dinky’s hoof was throbbing as everypony stared in stunned silence.

“Miss Cheerilee! Dinky just hit me!” Diamond shouted as the teacher set down her book on the bench and trotted over.

“Is this true, everypony?” Miss Cheerilee asked and Sweetie, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo and Twist looked to each other.

“No Mith Cheerilee,” Twist lied and shook her head, her curly mane moving with her. “Diamond fell.”

“Yeah!” Scootaloo chimed in and nodded. “She tripped on her own hooves. Slammed right into the ground.”

Cheerilee eyed Scootaloo before glancing at the ground where there was a small red stain with a few drops.

“We’re telling the truth,” Sweetie added and the white filly wrapped a foreleg around Dinky. “This is Dinky we are talking about. She never hits anypony. She’s like, the definition of niceness.”

“Silver Spoon, what did you see?” Cheeerilee asked and Silver Spoon gulped nervously as Diamond glared at her.

“Dinky did hit her,” Silver Spoon admitted and stared down at the ground.

“Hm. Four against two unfortunately. I’ll be keeping an eye on you girls for the rest of today. Come along, Diamond. Let’s get that nose looked at.”

Scootaloo and the others watched as Miss Cheerilee trotted away with Diamond Tiara, the pink filly holding her muzzle.

Silver Spoon watched Dinky with a small frown before sighing and scuffed her hoof against the grass before galloping to join Diamond and Miss Cheerilee.

“What was that?” Apple Bloom spun to face Dinky. “You ain’t gotta hit her.”

“I don’t even know what was happening. One minute I’m here, the next I’m standing over her. My hoof really hurts,” Dinky sat down and hugged her right hoof.

“Gotta admit, that was one heck of a right hoof you gave her. That was impressive,” Scootaloo complimented Dinky and ignored the glare Sweetie gave her. “Thank Celestia the other kids are busy on the playground to have seen it. Where’s Liza, Ruby and Noi at anyway?”

“Liza needed to help Lyra with something worked related. Miss Cheerilee dropped off the lesson and homework at her house. It’s for today only. Ruby was needed to help on her family’s grape fields to protect the trees for winter. Same with Noi. Carrot Top needed her to help finish harvesting the last of the carrots. Surprised Apple Bloom isn’t doing the same with her family,” Dinky explained and Twist examined her hoof.

“AJ has Rainbow, Pinkie, Fluttershy, Rarity, Big Mac, Caramel, Apple Cider, Red Gala, Red Delicious and Sprinkle Stripes helping out other wise I would be. We ain’t gonna tell nopony what happened. Ever,” Apple Bloom added and they all went through the Pinkie Promise in unison.

Pinkie’s tail twitched as she caught another apple with her mane, glancing in the direction of the schoolhouse.

“Someponies made a big Pinkie Promise,” Pinkie muttered to herself as she tossed the apple into a basket.