Chapter 2: what a peculiar pony?

The dawn of a new day
Chapter 2: What a peculiar pony?
I was awake alive and extraordinarily lucky to be alive or that’s at least what the doctors said strenuously. I was granted leave and adulthood but at 15 that’s pretty young but nonetheless I’m in this backwater little city.
It’s time to meet the other ponies. Reading the nearby sign Pony Ville, I groaned aloud astute I thought. My stomach growled I was given 20 bits to get me off my feet. I meandered into a place called sugar cube corner also another peculiar name. pushing the double doors with my snout. I was greeted by the best aroma I’ve ever encountered I scooted to the counter there was a bell, I raised my hoof and went to press it right before I did, “ah” a shriek was some pony wounded. Looking around a pony maybe a little into my personal space. “you must be new here” She snorted a laugh “hi I’m pinkie pie, are you a resident or just passing through” I showed a confused expression “well for the time being” I responded “I guess I’m here to stay” she shrieked with delight “you must be hungry” she reached behind the counter and pulled up a piece of cake it was delicious smelling and a little bucket of water she handed them over I clenched the plate in my muzzle. I put it down and reached in my saddle bag and pulled out five bits and put them on the counter. She laughed “do you not know equestrian money, five bits is a little much unless your trying to swoon me” another snort laugh she pushed the coins back “here free of charge stop by later and I can teach you money” from what I can tell I blushed why I haven’t the slightest a clue she seemed about 30 maybe more.

I sat down, or well staggered over on justification of my grievances the clinicians told me I should stop at a place called carousel boutique, to get a vest to cover over my injury so I don’t get eerie looks. I ate rapidly and inquired pinkie about learning money, which by the way I still perceived as a bizarre name who would name their filly that, never mind doesn’t matter nonetheless I asked her how to use equestrian money, which to not tease I’ve never used I’ve lived in equestrian my whole life I just never had money. With a new sense of knowledge a new friend and a pretty good feeling I sashayed out the door. I didn’t feel like a colt I felt like a stallion hell maybe even a mustang. I felt good walking around I asked a red mained passerby where the carousel boutique was, she nudged my head in the direction I thanked her and was on my way, a group of filly’s trudged in my path and stopped in front of me. They all smiled one with the cutest little bow stepped forward “Howdy, I’m apple bloom are you new” an orange one walked forward she said “or do you just stay in your house like a scared pony” she chuckled a very quaint little white one strolled in from of the orange one “never mind her I’m sweetie belle, that’s scootaloo” apple bloom cut off sweetie belle “and were the cutie mark crusader’s” she glanced at my flank “wow you don’t have a cutie mark” she exclaimed with and almost motherly voice “that’s unlike a full grown pony like yourself” she smiled for a second “ say Mr., would you like to join us to try and get you a cutie mark” I kneeled down “listen girls in flattered I really am, but I want it to be a surprise and so should yo” I was cut off by scootaloo “yea, yea, yea you should wait for your cutie mark blah, blah, blah” they walked away I slipped into the boutique expected to be greeted by a worker instead the prettiest thing to grace the equestrian dirt to even walk on it, waltzed in “oh hello dear, I’m rarity how can I help you today” I was at a loss of word.

I just stared I went to talk “ah la blabla cge” is all I could mutter I felt like an idiot. I shook my head “I mean I was told I could buy a vest” she smiled “hmm, a vest don’t you think a soothing cape and long vest to cover to just above your hooves” she seemed to force me into a nearby changing station. She started to measure me I felt weird or fat or both I was afraid I exceeded normal pony weight she gasped “what happened to you darling” do I really have to get called different pet names she jabbed my side softly to get me out of a stupor I winced in pain “jeez, I got into a fight with a shadow stalker in ever free” she looked at me with a mean face “no need to be satirical if you don’t want to answer, you don’t have to fib” I was oblivious of my expression “No, I’m dead serious rarity” I stood on my back hoof and spread my arms out “it was this big” pausing for a breath and to think out my next moves “ I beat it to, nothing messes with green dawn” her eyes sparkled “oh quite sorry darling I’ve bested you have you kicked a manticore square in the jaw” she gave a sarcastic smile “you cannot swoon me with bravery” she measured around my flanks “but you can swoon me with being resilient even in times of dread, that separates the colts from the stallions” I couldn’t tell if she blushed for a split second “she gasped again “ you don’t have a cutie mark” I just nodded shamefully was this going to be just like the orphanage just worse always getting called out on my impurities. She took the muteness as a way of me saying, please don’t talk about that it was silent for a while until I mustered up my audacity “um, so you like clothes” her cold hoof touched my side as she measured “no darling I only own a dress shop” she laughed “oh I’m sorry did that sound rude, I didn’t mean it that way” I looked back and smiled “ no I like it its sassy, you seem to be very interesting” this time I caught the blush, I beamed to her myself “well not to cut this short, I’ve measured you, and I can make your vest, or I could you know go senseless and make you something better” my mind fired blanks I could only mutter “sure, the second option when do you think it will be done” while practically pushing me out of the door “maybe 3-4 hours, why don’t you pick up a book at the library oh and if you see sweetie belle could you tell her I need her help” I nodded “uhok” I seemed to mix the words.

Outside again I walked towards the library it was a gigantic hollowed out tree, that’s horrible who hollowed a live tree. I walked in a very small purple dragon almost out of sight on account of he had the largest stack of tomes he was transporting. My eyes opened wide I sprang up and composed the books on my back “hey chum where are you taking these, I’m glad to help” he said “thank goodness, if you hadn’t come along I was on the verge of sneezing celestia would have gotten a real treat if I did” he pointed a claw at the stairs “just right up those steps twilight should be up there expecting them I nodded and slowly found my way up the tree and into a room where a purple mare was deep into studies here horn glowed and a bolt of energy hit me sending me across the room and into the adjacent wall “OUCH” I exclaimed getting up “oh my sweet celestia I’m so sorry” she scoured where I was hurt “Eh its ok I’ve had worse” I said, she smiled so she gestured at the books “Can I get a little assistance. I nodded and walked over I picked up books onto my back and supported them to where she was studying “you were confronted by a shadow stalker right” I looked inquiringly “how did you know” I said” she looked in shock “I knew it I have to study you to learn from you this is implausible, we could learn way more about those elusive creatures, oh I’m sorry I’m twilight sparkle” from what I could tell she was intellectual “I’m green dawn it’s a pleasure to encounter you so what’s the agenda, what are you cramming” she looked at the books “Cramming? Oh no I’ve read these about a hundred times over I’m just bored so I decided it’s about time to memorize these few, so how was it getting attacked by a shadow stalker” her horn illuminated “she moved closer and looked into my eyes “did you look into its eyes” I nodded then said “yea, oh if you’re going to write this down don’t ever look it in the eyes bad idea, it confused me and made me nauseated” she snickered “I’ll be sure to reminisce that, so are you hectic later not to decay the surprise but if you’ve encountered pinkie she probably set up a party for you, you can meet the other ponies speaking of which who have you met” I thought for a instant “ a few filly’s sweetie belle, scootaloo and applebloom uh a mare named rarity and pinkie” she smiled “that pinkies an peculiar one right, oh and if your writing this down if her tail spasms head for the hills.” On that not I was off to sweet apple acres for my party. Which weirdly pinkie pie set up for me but before I even went, I wasn’t greeted as much as walloped by a blue furred pony with blue mane slightly lighter she went to speak