101 Stories of JayFire

Four P.M. Tea time in Ponyville. Well not all around Ponyville, just in the houses that participated in the event. One such house sat loftily atop a hill on the outskirts of town, the first floor was a normal upper-class house, the second floor was quite different though: only the finest clouds made the upper-level of the domicile.

On the cloud level, the corner room held all of the playthings for a young filly. Playhouses, dolls, and colorful artwork adorned the walls. In the center stood a small circular table, little plastic tea cups and a tea pot sat atop it with two chairs surrounding it.

In one chair sat the young filly to whom the room belonged. She was four, close to five. Her neatly groomed sapphire blue mane hung around her ears, her bright playful eyes studied the object opposite of her.

Said object was small plushie who stared lifelessly back at her. Its green button eyes were framed by a patchwork of white cloth and a loose black mane made of thick yarn. His name was Mr. Surefire and he was the little filly’s bestest friend in the whole wide world.

“Would you like some tea, Mr. Surefire?” The little pegasus asked politely. The doll, for what it’s worth, simply slumped in his chair. “I know you don’t like tea parties, but I gots to make you a proper gentlecolt.” Her tiny cream colored hoof pushed the plush pony so he sat up straight. “So let Lady Jay pour you a cup.”

She lifted the plastic teapot with her teeth and poured her partner an imaginary cup of tea, then she proceeded to pour herself a cup. Carefully, she put her friend’s cloth hoof on the cup and smiled at him, waiting.

“Do I have to…?” The doll asked in a whiny voice. “Tea is gross.” Mr. Surefire’s plush hoof pushed the cup away.

Jay gave her bestest friend her bestest stern glare, which was actually quite adorable. “Mr. Surefire, you promised you would try!” The little doll crumpled under her gaze and let his head fall to the table.

“Ugh…fine.” The little doll caved to his friend’s demand, which warranted a smile from the filly and a pat on the head from her. “But I won’t like it…”

Jay took her cup between her two front hooves and took a long imaginary sip. A look of disgust crossed her face, something was seriously wrong with the tea….she forgot the sugar! How could she forget the sugar?!

“Don’t drink that, Mr. Surefire!” Quickly, Jay reached across the table and took the plastic cup away from her friend, who just gave her an accusatory glance.

“Why? Is it poison? I knew it!” The got out of the chair and right into a shoebox that was below it. “You’ll never get me!”

Jay just rolled her eyes, sometimes Mr. Surefire was just so paranoid. He always thought she was out to get him, weird little doll he was.

“No! it’s not poison! I just forgot the sugar!” her voice squeaked with indignation and annoyance . Just once she wanted a normal playtime with Mr. Surefire, but noooo he had to be difficult.

She got out of her chair, stomped over to the shoebox and grabbed him between her teeth. The little doll flung his arms wildly and fought her grip.

“You mean you forgot the poison!” The paranoid doll yelled. Truthfully he was just trying to get out of this tea party. He hated girly activities….but hey, It’s the price you pay when you have a filly for a bestest friend. He heard the filly grunt as she put him back in his chair and push it so he couldn’t escape even if he wanted to.

Quietly, the filly stalked her way back to her side of the table and sat in her chair. Mr. Surefire put his arms on the table and watched her. Jay opened the sugar container on the table and put two little scoops of the white powder into her cup, and three into his. He did like sweet things, he always told Jay that’s why she was his bestest friend…because she was the sweetest thing in the world.

That brought a smile to his face, which in turn made her smile. Just a simple thought made him completely open to this whole tea party thing…after all, it wasn’t the activity that mattered, it was who you shared it with.

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“What’s she doing in there?” The question came from behind him, he was too busy watching his daughter play with her favorite stuffed animal to hear his wife come up behind him.

“Oh, just having a tea party with that hand-me-down you gave her…” He gave a small smile, watching his daughter use her imagination was always fun to watch.

“Mr. Surefire?” He nodded and continued watching. “Oh he doesn't like tea parties, he’ll fight her tooth and nail.” Both parents gave a short laugh, but something told the father that his wife wasn't joking.