All Because I Miss You
It had been a week since Autumn Glimmer died from tuberculosis. I couldn’t stop crying. Pinkie Pie was the only pony that had sympathy on me. Everypony else thought it was only a passing fancy but it wasn’t, I LOVED Autumn. And nopony else could fill in the void in my heart. At least that’s what I thought at the time.
My father had heard what happened and invited me to spend a few months with him in Cloudsdale just so I could “get straight and find a proper stallion to love.” As you can tell, my dad doesn’t really appreciate that I prefer mares to stallions. He’s one of those “keep the old ways alive ponies” ya’ know? But I agreed anyway. Anything to get away from the soil where my true love was buried. This is my month of experience in Cloudsdale. I’ll leave out the cloppy bits… most of them.
Cloudsdale is one of the most extravagant cities that Equestria has to offer but I could only spend so much time marveling at the sights, sounds, and mares that it had to offer. My dad was too busy pulling me in the direction of an apartment he had rented out to me.
“Frosting, you’ll have plenty of time to be in awe later, you just need to settle in and apply for a job.” What a wonderful welcome Dad. I love you too. We trotted into the apartment and began unpacking my things. This mainly consisted of cooking utensils and a couple articles of clothing. I stared at the knives for a little too long.
“Hey Kiddo, I know you’re sad and all that but cheer up! I’ve got you set up with a hot date tonight!” He grinned widely. I faked a smile, “Great! You should leave so I can get ready okay?”
“Of course!” and he left.
Now, I had time. I flew around the apartment for a bit, checking out all the rooms. I flopped down onto the plush bed in the bedroom then checked out the appliances in the kitchen. Everything seemed to be in working condition. I’d have to go grocery shopping later… oh well.
In my room I pulled on a simple green dress, combed my mane, and put earrings in. After waiting a bit there came a knock at the door.
“Miss Frosting? I have mail for you!” oh Ditzy Doo, why do you know exactly where everypony currently lives? I opened the door and took the mail and nodded my thanks. The letter was from Pinkie Pie.
“Dear Frosting,
I miss you so much already and I hope that this vacation won’t be the end of you working here. Just have fun and bake lots!
Fun and hugs,
Pinkie Pie”
Pinkie Pie, I missed her too. I realized that I hadn’t been going to work lately at Sugarcube Corner, and she had been letting me skip out. All because of Autumn. What is that mare’s deal? I guess Equestria will never know.
Twenty minutes later there was another rapping on my door. I answered and a VERY handsome stallion was standing on the cloud before me. He was a pale cream color and his mane was grey and white. My dad was right, a hot date.
“Hello, are you Miss Frosting Theodora Cake?” He said in a very deep sexy-ish voice. Shit. Dad hired a professional; he knew my full name and everything.
I lied to him, “Uh, no. You must have the wrong mare.” I slammed the door in his face. I sighed heavily. That kind of stallion just wanted to get under your tail; lesbian, straight or gay. I didn’t even want to think of letting him near me, much less talk to me.
I decided to go to the bar that evening anyway. I slipped out of my dress and pulled out my earrings. I nabbed my satchel that contained bits and a couple recipes. I exited the apartment and locked the door, adding the key to my inventory. I flew over the nightlife of Cloudsdale, which was pretty awesome. The rainbow spewing fountains were lit up and couples gingerly kissed or nuzzled each other in the dim light. I thought of Autumn again. Her last words still buzz around in my head; “thank you.” It was probably the best dinner she’d have had. Probably the most romantic. I hadn’t noticed I was crying until somepony tapped me on the shoulder and asked, “Hey, are you okay?” asked a mare’s voice. I wiped the tears and snot off of my face.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“How ‘bout we go inside and I get you a drink? I’m off duty.”
“Sure.” I sniffed.
I entered the bar with the Yellow mare, “Hey Jo-Jo!” she yelled over the general chatter of the pegasi.
“Whatcha’ want Blaze? You know you’re on in seven.”
“This mare here is in need of some hard cider. On me.” The mare called Blaze smiled and winked her stunningly green eyes at me.
“It’s fine I’ll pay.”
“No, no chickadee. I said it’s on me.” She smiled, “Now I gotta run, I’ve got a set of songs that need singing.” And Blaze flew away in a streak of her scarlet mane.
“Ain’t she a doll?” asked Jo-Jo, “Picked her up off the street when she was a filly and now she’s the club’s hottest torch. I just leaned into the cider and let the alcohol wash over my senses. After a while Blaze took the stage and began to sing a haunting melody about lust and grief.
When the only sound on the empty street,
is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
that belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop.
The moon so long has been gazing down
on the wayward ways of this wayward town
my smile becomes a smirk, I go to work.
Love for sale,
appetizing young love for sale,
love that’s fresh and still unspoiled,
love that’s only slightly soiled
love for sale.
Who will buy?
Who would like to sample my supply?
Who's prepared to pay the price
for a trip to paradise?
Love for sale.
let the poets pipe of love
in their childish ways
I know every type of love
better far than they,
if you want the thrill of love,
I have been through the mill of love:
old love,
new love,
every love but true love,
love for sale.
Appetizing young love for sale.
If you want to buy my wares follow me and climb the stairs,
love for sale.
Every motion in the bar had stopped to hear her angelic voice. The song was beautiful I must admit: but the thing that bothered me the most was the fact that Blaze; the mare who had dragged me in here and given me a hard drink, was looking at me the entire time with those expressive green eyes.
