Featherweight’s saddlebags smacked against his sides, creating dull thumping noises as he slouched along, his eyes downcast. Within those bags, two tiny objects burned holes into his back.
His head lifted and he looked around at the otherwise peaceful day. Ponies were talking and chatting in the open market, bartering over various wares with good-humoured quips and comebacks. His eyes wandered around, looking for a source of joy.
Baby birds flitted across the sky, chirping as they played a game only they understood. A few couples sat below the wavy branches of willows, snuggling and touching hooves while attempting to ignore the glances of strangers. The sky was clear, save for a single white cloud that moved around the sun, obscuring it just enough to protect the skin of fair-furred ponies.
He sighed again, feeling none of the joy that seemed so abundant. Why is everything so complicated? he wondered as he tucked himself into a cool alleyway behind an applecart selling freshly bucked apples. Amongst the almost-dirty walls and few bits of trash, he somehow felt secure.
The smells of apples, rotten garbage, and warm Sugarcube Corner pie wafted by him. He ignored them, focusing on nothing but the things in his pack.
So, Sweetie Belle likes me...
His forehoof dug a furrow in the ground as he blushed involuntarily. But I like Scootaloo, and she’s the one... the one I want to be with. He glanced at his worn bags and at the very tip of a letter poking out from beneath one of the lapels. But Sweetie is nice, I guess. He turned his head back towards the road, focusing on the slow traffic. No, it’s Scootaloo that I like, he told himself with a firm nod.
A single filly skipped by, a unicorn whose smile split her face apart as she levitated a paper bag overflowing with candy. She glanced his way, her beaming smile widening as her eyes locked with his. He looked away, stung by the memory of another, similar filly.
Sweetie Belle. She... she actually likes me. No other mare would do that, w-would they? I mean, who would care about me? She must be crazy. But she is nice, and cute, sorta. He gulped and looked at the road again, letting his mind go numb as he surveyed the moving crowd.
A rainbow-maned mare blew by, a large, cocky grin adorning her face which was partially hidden by a rainbow-coloured cardboard cutout. Featherweight leaned out of the alleyway, looking through the slits of the nearby cart to watch as she fluttered to a halt in front of Sugarcube Corner and barge into the gingerbread house-shaped building.
Rainbow Dash, he thought before biting his lower lip. I should probably apologize; I wasn’t very nice yesterday.
Putting one hoof in front of another, he stepped out of the shadowed alley and into the bright sunlight, feeling the warm beams as they heated his coat. With uncertain steps, he marched around the gathered ponies and stalls, his eyes on his candy-cane-covered goal.
As the wind shifted, the thick cloying smell of fresh pie, candy, and cakes of every flavour imaginable assaulted him, making his mouth salivate and his eyes water. He approached the front door that was held ajar by an old rainboot and looked in, spotting a pink blur going from table to table. Looking around some more, he saw Rainbow Dash sitting at the counter with her arms crossed.
The young pegasus froze at the doorway, shifting his weight from hoof to hoof. Hmm, maybe I should say sorry as she walks out? Or tomorrow? He hopped to one side and away from the entrance as a customer trotted out of the building, a bag held within his smiling mouth. Again, he looked at the bright interior before shying away and slinking around the shop.
The side of the store was as gaudy as its front, almost as if the decorator had decided to assault the bright building with candy, cookies, cakes, and gingerbread while on a sugar high. Nearby, an open window was exhaling a thin vapour of steam, carrying with it the unique smell of gooey awsomeness native to Sugarcube Corner while two distinct voices spilled out.
Featherweight’s ears perked. I shouldn’t be listening in; it’s rude, he told himself, determined to walk on.
“Oh, I was at the treehouse. Scootaloo had this thing organized about me, so I figured I’d join the party,” one brash voice said as it was carried outside, dragged into the colt’s ears by the smooth wind.
The shamefaced colt gulped and looked at the open window, biting his lip as he suddenly broke out into a sweat.
“Aww, why didn’t she invite me? I’d have brought a cake or something!” Pinkie Pie’s distinct voice quipped. “So, how did it go?” she asked over the chinking of dishes on the glass counter.
Featherweight lost his battle against his pride and slid towards the window, one of his beige ears poking above the sill.
“Meh, it was okay. They were really surprised when I flew in and sat at the back. I even put one of their silly hats on. I’m telling you, their looks were priceless! You should’ve been there.”
“Well, maybe I’ll go next time! Did the meeting go well?”
“Uh-huh. Scootaloo knows her stuff; it’s almost creepy. I think she’s been going through my trash...”
“Oh, trash picking is fun!” An awkward silence filled the shop as customers stalled mid-meal. “What? You find all sorts of cool things!”
“Um, right...” Rainbow Dash said, stretching the word out. “Anyway, some bits were weird... Pinkie, what do you know about love?”
The pink mare gasped, dropping whatever she held in her hooves as she rushed towards her friend, hooves clacking against walls and ceiling. “You’re in love?”
“What? Me? No! Some little colt. He likes Scootaloo or something. Anyway, I sorta promised him that I’d drop a good word for him with her.”
Pinkie Pie’s hooves clamped onto the counter, and her voice deepened. “You didn’t break a promise, did you? ‘Cause love is reallllyy important, and you should never mess with it.”
“What? No! I’m just not sure if I did the right thing. Apparently, Scootaloo ‘loves’ me, or something.”
“She loves you, huh?”
Rainbow Dash groaned before her makeshift wig was flicked out of the window, landing with a thump on the ground. Featherweight stared at it, then grabbed it with a wing to examine it, making sure to keep his ears perked “I don’t know. She knows more about me than I do. And she says she wants to so be me when she grows up...”
The party pony giggled, her musical voice tinkling out of the still-open window. “Oh, I don’t think she loves you, Rainbow. She just likes you a lot.” The pink mare snorted. “How much do you know about Soarin’, or Spitfire?”
“That’s not the same,” she whined. “I like them, but I’m not obsessed with them... much.”
“Right, of course you aren’t...” Her voice practically smiled for her. “What about the colt? How was he?”
Featherweight cringed as Rainbow sighed. “He was really pitiful. I mean, he was crying and screaming and just really, really sad. It was sorta weird...”
“Well, maybe he was heartbroken? That’s the worst kind of sad.” The mare’s voice softened, becoming almost motherly. “Not even a quick joke, some good cake, or a friend being there can help that. You need to either solve it with the one who broke your heart, or let time heal you.” She shook her head, her wild mane swishing from side to side. “So you tried to help him?”
“Well, I put a good word in for him, and I talked to Scootaloo about her... ‘love’ for me. I didn’t know what to do after that, so I sorta just left.”
Pinkie Pie hummed to herself. “And what did Scootaloo do?”
“She looked a little confused, but then she smiled and said that as long as she could like me she was happy.”
“Hmm, I see. And what do you think of all of this?”
“What do I think? I don’t know. I’m not into that love stuff; I don’t need it. All I need are these awesome wings, and I’m good.”
Pinkie snorted again. “Okay, what about your friends? Don’t you need those?”
“Well, I guess I do, sometimes. You guys are awesome, too. But I don’t have time for love. And anyway, there isn’t a stallion out there cool enough for me.”
The pink pony’s laughter filled the building. “Silly Rainbow, you don’t choose when love happens! It just happens. Did you plan on becoming friends with Twilight?”
“No, I guess.”
“Did you schedule having five friends that love and support you?”
“Not really.”
Featherweight poked an eye over the sill, watching as Pinkie Pie knowingly smiled at Rainbow Dash over a cupcake-filled glass counter. “Think about that colt. He probably didn’t plan on falling in love, but he did. Now, how would you feel if someone stepped between you and us? Not that good, huh? I think it’s much nicer to let them see if they work for each other.”
“Yeah, I guess.” The rainbow-maned mare glanced at a wall-mounted clock made to look like an iced cake. “Look, I have to go; there’s a, uh, Weather Patrol thing.” The mare stood, chair scraping back as she nodded good-bye to her friend with a reddened face.
Featherweight followed her out with his eyes. Hmm, I guess she isn’t so brave when it comes to that sort of thing.
He opened his eyes to a gigantic pink face not an inch away from his own. “Aaah!” His hooves flayed out in every direction as he toppled onto his back. “What?”
Pinkie Pie laughed, half her body spilling out of the window as she clutched at her chest. “Did I spook you? You should have seen your face!” she said from within the frame, a smile splitting her face.
Sh-she knew that I was there? Uh-oh. “Since... since when did you--”
“Know that you were there? The entire time, silly!” The mare leaned back, motioning towards the inside with a wave of her head. “Come on in, I’ll get you something to eat, on the house. Well, not on the house. Nopony should eat on the roof; that’d be silly!” The mare disappeared within.
Blinking, Featherweight stood up, the wig still held by his wingtips as he approached the window. “You’re not supposed to come in from the window!” she chastised.
Oh, uh, right. Slowly, Featherweight made his way to the front of the shop, uncertain as he tucked his head into the warmer building. Within, he was greeted by a wave of sugary air emanating from a huge oven behind a quick-hoofed pink mare.
Pinkie used a wooden pole and a few years of fine-tuned experienced to handle hot pies. With a quick swipe, she deposited the round mounds of glory on a nearby table where a few customers eyed them with gluttonous eyes and salivating mouths.
She served them with a big smile, winking towards Featherweight and pointing with her chin towards the same counter she was at with Rainbow moments before.
He stepped in, quickly moving across the brightly decorated room to the counter, hoping on the stool there and slouching his shoulders before tossing the cardboard wig onto it. Should I just leave? he wondered, giving the doorway a quick glance. His cheeks reddened. No, what do I have to lose?
The last of the pies left with the snatching of customer’s hooves and the tinkling of bits in a glass bowl. Pinkie Pie waved and thanked them before excusing herself and skipping across the room, beams of light flashing from her teeth. “Hi, Feathers,” she said as she landed in front of him, not a sound coming from her hooves as they tapped the ground.
The mare moved behind the counter, bending down to reach below it before reappearing with a glass cup that had strawberries printed on its side. With a thump, she placed it in front of him. “On the counter!”
He blinked at the cup. “Uh, what is it?” he asked, poking at the thick substance that was far from liquid.
“It’s a cup of cake!”
Featherweight examined the cup before smiling sheepishly and picking up a spoon. This is... He looked at the cup, sniffing at it tentatively. The strong tang of strawberries mixed with the delicate aftertaste of vanilla. This smells great! Bending over the cup, the eager colt assaulted the cake with a ravenous appetite.
The mare leaned against the tabletop, watching with glee as he tore through the meal. “So, you love Scootaloo, right?”
He choked, bits of the cake sputtering all over the place as he desperately clutched at his throat. Pinkie Pie giggled before trotting away, returning a moment later with a glass of cool milk. “It’s okay,” she said. “Love can be a... difficult subject, and difficult isn’t always fun, is it?”
What’s she trying to do? “No, I guess not,” he said, scepticism dripping through. He nibbled at the rest of the cup of cake, slowly savouring it. “When you see Miss Dash again, could you say sorry to her for me?”
The mare smiled again. “Nope!”
“Huh?” He blinked at her.
She shook her head. “I’m not going to apologize for you. A responsible pony should be able to apologize for him or herself.” She leaned forward, eyeing him. “Aren’t you a responsible little colt?”
“I-I guess I am.”
“Good! Now, how about you tell auntie Pinkie about your problems?”
Featherweight shrunk back, shoulders slumping as he eyed her warily. She slapped him on the shoulder, her warm eyes looking into his. “C’mon, talking about your feelings will only make you feel better,” she said.
Hmm, maybe she’s right? I mean, it’s not like I could feel any worse. “Okay. What should I say?”
“Just talk,” she encouraged, her voice gentle and soft.
“Alright. Well, um, I, euh.” He coughed, averting his eyes. Should I really talk to her? No, I won’t bother her. Maybe I can just say enough to leave? A long, low sigh escaped him. “I like Scootaloo.” She's being really kind to me, might as well play along?
“I know that, silly. But why do you like her?”
“I don’t know.... She’s pretty?” he said, finishing the last of the cake in the silence that ensued.
“Well, do you love all the pretty mares?” Pinkie leaned in, a mischievous gleam in her blue eyes. “I’m a pretty mare; don’t you like me?”
Featherweight blushed. “It’s not just that. She’s smart, too, and nice to her friends. And nice to me, too.” He looked out the window, the same one he had been eavesdropping from moments ago. “When I met her, she was just another girl in the class, but then... I don’t know.”
“You had your eyes on her?” she pushed.
“Yeah, I guess. And then I, uh, I started liking her. But I never did anything about it. Not until that project, I guess.”
Pinkie Pie hummed to herself, tapping a hoof on her chin. “But why do you like her? Did she ever do something that made you fall for her? Or do you just like her on principle?”
“Um, I-I don’t know.” Why do I like Scootaloo? That’s silly; I just like her. Isn’t that enough? “I just like her, and I have for a long time. So I told her. But she doesn’t like me. She doesn’t even care about me. All she cares about is Rainbow Dash and flying. But I like her. She has the prettiest wings, and that smile. And she thinks like a boy, which is cool. She’s the awesomest pony in the school!”
“Sounds like you like her for what she is. Do you guys have fun together? Is she nice to you?”
“Huh? Yeah, I guess. We had some fun together. Lot’s of fun. At the hill with that cart, and at the field, we tried to fly. That was great. Oh, and with Apple Bloom and Sweet—?” Featherweight coughed. “Anyway. She is nice to me; she’s nice to everypony.”
The colt sank into a contemplative silence which Pinkie Pie promptly broke. “Does she love you?”
He shook his head from side to side, examining his hooves the entire time. But I can make her love me, right?
“You can’t force love, not without getting arrested. Oh, you can be her friend, and you can even like her very, very much, but if Scootaloo doesn’t love you, there’s nothing you can do about that. Not even after a million parties and a thousand fun times... What about Sweetie Belle?”
Immediately, Featherweight began squirming on his seat. “Um...”
“Is she nice to you?”
“Well, I know that she likes me. And she is nice and... I think she gets me... but she’s not Scootaloo. Scootaloo and her pretty purple eyes, and her tomboyishness...”
Pinkie Pie got up, her eyes surveying a new batch of customers trotting into the shop with flaring noses and greedy eyes. “Oh, more ponies! I’m sorry, Featherweight, but I have work to do. Just think about this: your heart will tell you who is right for you. You have to listen to it. But a couple is made up of two parts, just like ice cream. Without the ice, it’s all warm and iky. Without the cream, all you have is a brain freeze in the making. You need to listen to her heart, too.” With that, the mare hopped away, greeting her customers with squeals of delight and wide-eyed enthusiasm.
Featherweight pushed the cup across the counter before leaning his chin on it. Hmm, what did she mean? I understand the bit about Scootaloo maybe not liking me. And I guess the bit with Sweet-- No, I don’t have time for doubt. The colt slammed a hoof on the counter, the cup bouncing and rattling as the tabletop shivered. I have to try, one last time. I’m going to ask her out!
Reaching around, he unclasped the lapels of his saddlebags and pulled out the two gold-and-blue tickets, staring at them before shoving them back into the bag. Turning, he picked up the rainbow-wig, holding it in his mouth as he pushed away from the display case.
With a confident stride and straight back, the colt trotted to the entrance of the building and into the sun, his coat glowing as he moved forward. His brows furrowed as he looked around the area, past the jovial crowds, and towards the snakey little roads that lead out of town.
With a huff, Featherweight hopped out of the store and trotted away, heading towards the woods at the edge of town. Ponies passed him on either side, including more and more foals, many of whom were heading home with broad smiles and ridiculous rainbow wigs.
He followed the tide to its source, ignoring the inviting smiles and happy cheers as he exited the town. The colourful buildings were quickly replaced with a pastoral countryside. The air was still and warm, yet not suffocating, allowing birds to flutter freely across the bluer than blue sky while the colt trotted across the plain, following a well trodden path.
Almost there, he told himself as he rounded the final corner, the trees and bushes parting to give him a clear view of the treehouse. The rickety building stood proud in the centre of its clearing, framed by a thick blanket of springtime flowers and the fresh blooms of the apple tree it was built on.
In front of it, a ramp angled upwards and into the salmon pink building, one of its white pickets dangling from a single rusty nail. A filly was climbing down the ramp, a beaming smile on her face as she waved behind her. “See you later, Scoots!” she called before hopping down the last few steps and running off.
She’s still there! he thought in jubilation as he ran ahead, his saddlebags banging while the wig flopped up and down. With sure steps, the colt ran up the ramp and into the room, almost tripping over the dozen stools that littered the wooden floor.
At the far end of the room, Scootaloo was waving her her tail around, swishing it from side to side as she dusted off a blackboard. Featherweight struggled not to notice her flanks as they followed the same movement.
Any and all determination the colt had welled up died in one fell swoop as she turned towards him, a beaming and welcoming smile on her small-ish face and a lock of her purple mane sliding in front of her bright eyes. Those eyes widened in surprise and a quick blush spread across her cheeks. “Featherweight?”
“Um, euh...hi, Scootaloo,” he said, cotton filling his mouth as he droped the wig. “H-how’re you doing?”
“I’m okay,” she said, slowly sitting down in the centre of a beam of sunlight pouring in from a nearby window. Her gaze shifted to the wig at his hooves. “Is that one of ours?”
He looked down at the object, glad to divert his eyes from her stare. “Oh, it’s yours, yeah. Rainbow forgot it at Sugarcube Corner.” He picked up the rainbow-coloured piece of folded cardboard and placed it on a nearby stool. “So, uh...”
“Yes?”
“I was, wondering, if, um...”
“Yes?”
Swallowing hard, Featherweight twisted around and flicked his bags open, carefully pulling out the two tickets with his buckteeth. “Ah wash wadharing if you’d want to go wich me?” He spat the tickets on the ground in front of him. “To the airshow. If you want. Maybe.” With a deep blush, the colt turned away and clasped his eyes shut. At least I tried.
The room became suffocatingly warm as the seconds ticked by in silence. I guess that’s a no? he thought, releasing a breath he was unaware of holding.
“Okay, I guess. But none of that mushy stuff, all right?” she said while one of her forehooves spun in a tight circle on the plank floor.
Blinking dumbly, Featherweight’s jaw hit the floor. Sh-she said... yes?
“I-I’ll see you there? I guess, I hope. Yeah.” Swooping down, the reddening colt grabbed the topmost ticket, spun around, and flew out of the building, a huge grin on his face as he somersaulted to a landing.
I did it! She said yes! I did the right thing... His brows furrowed as another thought crossed his baffled mind. Slowly, he looked back at the receding treehouse. Right?
Edited by:
-StapleCactus
-Your Antagonist
-Cpl Hooves
-Fredrick the Saiyan
Did I muck up the Mane Six this time?
Heh. That feel when I already read it.
I can't sleep.
The "You can't force love without getting arrested" made my day!
Heh, Feathers finally catches a break.
New chapteeeer, new chapteeeer, my heart fills with gleee
Very excited for the next installment. The airshow, and the Sweetie Belle, and the everything coming up has me on the edge of my chair. Superb writing, good sir.
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I know, right?
We must ensure that Featherweight and Sweetie Belle end up together, not Scootaloo. I will prepare my saboteur's weapons for the date immediately!
I love Pinkie Pie as the wise and thoughtful voice of reason... you just have to dig through the layers of Pinkie Pie random to get there
Poor confused Featherweight; hopefully he won't get his heart broken too much more before this ends.
Quite a surprise. Pinkie Pie giving advice on love. Then again it's Pinkie Pie. MOOOOOOOOOOAR please
Dear God yes, you finally made another chapter.
you, sir, make the only ship fic that I have ever favorited.
and in case you didn't know, that's an accomplishment within itself.
now, please proceed ponying.
Stop putting poor Featherweight back on the fence, damn you! Sweetie Belle gave up last chapter, remember? Scootaweight OTP FTW!
But to play devil's advocate, I did think Pinkie did a nice breakdown on why exactly does Featherweight loves Scoots. That was completely unexpected, since most shipfics typically need to ignore those bits of logic in order for the pairing to work.
Pinkie is best love guru.
1453642 Yeah. Good thing too, 'cause I'd unfavourite it if Scootaloo ended up in the same situation as Featherweight and didn't realise the irony of the situation.
Well looks like I have to break out the big guns again
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Put Featherwieght and Sweetie together or Samuel L Jackson will kill you.
I think you did fine on the Mane 6. Especially Pinkie, oddly enough. Though, I guess as long as you keep her bubbly personality quirks in mind just about anything she says will be in character, huh?
And her advice on love being made on two parts is probably what made me love this chapter. That's one of those obvious pieces of advice that everyone knows and yet almost no one ever actually follows it. Of course both parties of the couple have to love each other for it to work out, but do you really ever think about that when you see that one you love?
Featherweight loves Scootaloo, but Scootaloo doesn't feel that in return. Sweetie Belle likes Featherweight, but he doesn't return that much like Scoots doesn't for him. I think I see where you're going with this, and as painful as it may be to read (if I'm right that is) when it gets there, it will be one of those good sad endings.I can't wait to see what you have in storeYOU GOT FEATURED! One story down, 3 to go!
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Hmm, can you Pm me that? The thing you think I'm going to do?
I'm on the fence with two possible endings, I placed the pieces for both, but within the next three chapters I'll have to choose.
Well I guess if Featherweight doesn't get her this time he'll give up.
" Sometimes we close doors in our lives not because they're the wrong ones, but because they lead us nowhere." - unknown
Or there's this one...
"Of all sad words of mouth or pen the saddest of all are "It might have been." "- John Writter
Thought I'd give some feels.
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Well guess we can thank Rainbow dash and Pinkie Pie for this date.
Dash's good word in for Feather and Pinkie's advice she gave him.
I made an account just to comment here.
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Oh lord, I've been following this fanfic for a LONG time now. Checked back every day to see if a new chapter came out.
Finally did, read it. I love it so far, and hope you continue!
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Thoughts on the recent chapter, "Pinkie Talks":
Well it begins strangely. Wait, so is Feathers... CONSIDERING Sweetie? I dunno, I hope he doesn't.
I was a tad bit confused, though. You made it seem like Rainbow never mentioned that Scoutaloo didn't love-love her.
Then all of a sudden, Scoutaloo mentions "mushy" stuff. I thought she wad oblivious to the type of love Feathers really meant.
Hmm.. or I may derping bit today.
Surprise us with the next chapter!
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Not to rush you, but I'd really love the fanfictions being written at a bit more faster pace. Can't rush perfection, but I just can't go too long without knowing what goes on next. I panic. :c
Featherweight: Can't choose between mares.
First world problems, I'm tellin' ya.
1453677 I got the duct tape and the Mark II stealth suit. Anything else? Perhaps some Chinese Stealth Armor for you?
Pinkie Pie... doesn't quite have her facts straight, but hey, she got Feathers to try again so that's all that really matters. Team Featherweight all the way.
Sweetie is best choise
Pinkie Pie is best relationship counselor pony.
Pinkie was brilliant. This chapter alone merits a thumbs up.
I can't believe I'm starting to expect a "sad for everyone" ending, the most surprising part being I don't really mind it if it ends that way, heck, part of me thinks it might even make a great example of real life even though I hate those types of endings (In a "So much feels that I love but can't handle" way... if that makes any sense).
Just want to say you're doing an amazing job with this. I really like this fic, and most times Feathers reminds me of how stupid I can get with those feelings and I'm pretty darn sure I'm not the only one who thinks that. I'm betting that you've touched a lot of us with Feather's whole love problems, because everyone's had "that one crush" at some point.
Now as a personal side note, FEATHERS! WHY U NO SEE SWEETIE'S LOVE?!
1453885 Nah, I just prefer to pop in with the trusty old party cannon when sabotage is necessary.
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1453986 Aww, but I love the stealth approach!
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You just want to see somepony in one of them outfits, dont'cha?
Woooo! another chapter
1454009 I would have to make a pony-sized and shaped version of either the Chinese Stealth Armor (Fallout 3 version that actually works) or the Mark II stealth suit. It.....would be interesting to see how much mischief Pinkie Pie could cause without it. Aaaaaaaand, goddamn it, now that's another one to add to my upcoming story queue! dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/misc_RageFace.png
*Dances around the room holding his laptop in the air, then sits down to read the chapter*
sweet
but we gotta revisit with Applebloom...i am still not quite decided whether she is mad at Feather because she like him or because she likes Sweetie
THE WORLD DEMANDS TO KNOW!
And the mighty axis upon which the world turns leans.
Great chapter, mate. Your writing style is...I cannot quite find the word fit it...suspenseful is the best I can get at.
I can't really make myself out on this matter. I really don't know who I think Feathers should be with. I suppose that's kind of what reading and waiting is for.
Well, I wait with anticipation for your next gorgeous chapter of grandeur.
Aww, I wanted featherbell, wait no sweetie weight.... No that doesn't sound right, darnit, everone else has a nice ship name Now it can't work
Well I hope it works out for him, I was sure he was gunna go for sweetie when he was leaving the bakery.
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Featherbelle sounds least bad. I'm tired, hence the lack of care for the English tongue. Dormi bene.
I don't think Featherweight should expect much out of this date. Scootaloo'll probably be too busy looking for Rainbow Dash at the airshow. Because, ya know, She'll OBVIOUSLY be there.
I just got a strange feeling. You know that feeling where you're playing an extremely hard game and suddenly you find a large amount of ammo in a small room? I have that feeling right now.
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Ah... Yeah, nice analogy!
so we have Pip who likes Applebloom who (i suspect) likes Sweetie who likes Featherweight who likes Scootaloo
now we just need Scoot to develop feelings for Pip and the circle of sadness will be complete
or...................they could form a 5 pony relationship..my GAWD! what would you even name that? PiMCWeight? ScooBlooBellPipWeight?
FeatherCrusaderSqueak?
Auntie Pinkie is best adviser
One does not leave the Friend Box once one has been placed in the Friend Box.
Feathers, you are such an asshole. Damn, I feel for Sweetie, she gave him the tickets and he went with another girl, whether or not she gave up that's got to hurt.
That made my day. Thankyou.
You know maybe you can do this story in 2 parts the first part is that featherweight and scootaloo end up together and the second part is where featherweight decides that sweetie bells is the better choice and they end up together
Just saying you could use this to satisfy the people who want featherweight and scootaloo
and the people who want featherweight and sweetie belle
Oh Pinkie you and your amazing all seeing powers. I like this story but I still like Rumble and scoots better.
"fine-tuned experienced" -- experience*
"hoping on the stool there and slouching his shoulders" -- hopping*
"warm and iky" -- icky*
Pinkie seemed like Pinkie to me. You're messing with my feels. Stahpit.
You also broke my brain, because I don't know who to feel for.
I say in the end Feather just goes and marries Applebloom.
This story really hits the idea of love as a whole and if you or rather your partner should be the one "in love"
Pinkie is awesome in this chapter!
Feather could always clone himself so both mares are happy lol though that would sorta defeat the whole story's plotline.
Pip &
Feather & or We shall see!
Raven one idea would be to have two endings so that the Sweetie Bellers and a Scootalooers both get what they want at the end of the story.
1453848 "everything will always work out in the end. So if it's not alright, it's not yet the end." indian owner of the Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.
For the love of Celestia! Why can't you just let him be?!
Great chapter! Insightful Pinkie is best Pinke (while still being herself).
While I really like Scootaloo, I wish he'd pick Sweetie Belle...