Learning to Fly Like Learning to Sing
And here we were in batty Pinkie Pie’s preposterous party cave, and I read aloud a dossier on Twilight put together by the seemingly randomest of ponies. “…But she’s afraid of quesadillas.”
My eyes widened as my words visibly wilted Twilight and she said, “No, I’m not! They’re just so, uhh, cheesy.”
Rarity craned her head over my shoulder, but I shut the file and hugged it against my fur with a hoof. She huffed and faced Twilight. “Well, dear, Shining Armor told me you splashed fondue on yourself when you were just learning magic. Really, time to get over it. And…”
A light blue aura appeared over the file, but I held it even tighter. I said, “These are Pinkie’s notes.”
“And you didn’t read Twilight’s file?”
“And I’m sorry about that.” Mostly.
Rainbow Dash cried, “Look, Pinkie!”
I turned toward the slide down which we'd slid and instantly felt Rarity tug the folders. I flinched, lost the gold and white one but kept the most important folder: the yellow one, the one labeled Flutters, mine. Dash chortled, hovering below the pink bags of steamers and floss on the ceiling. I loved how she always tried to protect me, and helped me be more courageous despite her frustration at how shy I was, but I found her pranking thoroughly immature.
Rarity continued, “Well, there’s a lot in this folder. Huh? A cocktail party, without balloons. Look how she’s layering gauze and velvet to create intimate conversation nooks and laying out tables and chairs.” The picture rotated, then Rarity flipped to the next page. “Wow, that recipe for berry punch looks pretty strong. Even a uniform design for the serving staff. Black linen, lace, and pearl buttons? I think this girl is holding out on us, wait… At the Ritz Manehatten to celebrate the opening of the Carousel Boutique Design House?” Rarity began fanning herself. “Talk about having confidence in her friends, oops.”
The contents of the yellow folder launched into the air from her impromptu fan, including some hay and a half dozen apple seeds that stuck together, probably spat into Pinkie’s hair by the vampire fruit bats. Rarity caught it all, then did a double-take, then squealed.
Applejack narrowed her eyes. “What’s so darn amusin’?”
“She’s planning your wedding—”
“Wha? That ain’t funny,” Applejack said, sidling next to Rarity to see the page, which Rarity tilted away.
“—to Trenderhoof?” Rarity continued, her voice rising.
“Now wait a minute. Me and him, him and me—“
“Oh, Darling. I am so over that stallion it isn’t funny.”
“No more hidden shrine or nut’in?”
“Except for my autographed copy of Manehatten—City of Fashion, and subscriptions to magazines that contain his column, indeed, nothing.”
“But he is good look’n. Slim is kinda skinny, but he's got meat in all the right places, if you know what I mean.”
Rarity glanced upward, her cheeks coloring, and she did her little in-place eyes-closed dance. She giggled.
Applejack chuckled, essentially a farmhoof giggle.
“So, if he and I were to go out, you wouldn’t mind?”
She quieted. “No, but I would expect a full report.” She batted her eyelashes.
“I’m not looking to get hitched to no wagon, understand.”
“You are going out with him!”
“I’m not saying that. No how.”
“You are. You definitely are!”
I glanced at Applejack. After Twilight brought us into her circle of friends, and I got to know Applejack, I learned to tell when she skirted the truth. She would never make a complete cowgirl; her face wouldn’t let her bluff at cards. She did this little scrunchy muzzle thing, which she patently did not do now. She spoke the truth.
Rarity said, “So Pinkie is planning your wedding?!”
Applejack burst out in guffaws.
The page in Rarity’s magic curled into a roll and whacked Applejack’s cutie mark so hard it had to sting. “You ruffian.”
Applejack bucked away, still laughing.
Rainbow Dash said, “Good one, AJ. Guys, just look at this stuff. Candy traffic cones, bags of pre-spun cotton candy, enough gift boxes for a department store during Hearths Warming Eve week. Disco balls for three simultaneous parties. Is this an inflatable cake?”
“Nope. That’s a de-hydrated one.”
“Is that even healthy?”
“Is sugar healthy?”
“Point taken.” Dash touched one of a dozen red cylinders with green stripes; it suddenly turned brown and disappeared amongst the shadows on the shelf. “Whoa. Look, Twilight, a shelf of stealth party cannons. That’s how she booby-trapped your castle.”
Twilight tapped her chin. “She asked for a chameleon potion after I moved into the castle. Now I know why.” She sighed. “You know, Rarity, you are right about the fondue.”
“Of course,” she said. With Rarity’s attention divided, I grabbed the folders back.
“Hard to believe, but that, uh, a cheesy burn was responsible for me becoming a Princess."
Everypony quieted.
"I had always had my nose in a science or math book, with no interest in magic at all.”
“That's our purple-smart nerd,” Rainbow Dash quipped.
“Spot on. I wanted only to understand how the world worked, not something arbitrary like magic that could alter physical laws and forces without rhyme or reason. I spent all my time indoors, not caring for magic at all. I was a runt—was still one until this wing thing—and a late bloomer. Then I saw Celestia raise the sun and suddenly understood I had missed a important link between magic, mathematics, and the celestial spheres. I watched her pull the sun upward and saw differential equations dance through my mind.”
Dash interjected, “Only you would see numbers dance.”
“But they prance, they twirl, and they spin… The problem was, while I could see Celestia do it, I couldn’t make the numbers dance. Father couldn’t afford a tutor, so Shiny got me a primer from his public school and taught me, but when it came to magic, I was not any good.”
The word “good” echoed in the cave below Sugar Cube corner. Not any good described this day perfectly. I said, “What matters is that you tried.”
“And I did, but the gulf between the primer and Celestia was unnavigable, so I returned to the simplicity of my science books.” She scuffed a hoof on the floor and studied one of the 8-foot candy canes. “Being home-schooled because I was too runty, I didn’t have other foals to encourage me or even taunt me. I was growing up to be a non-magical unicorn.”
“But you didn’t,” I prompted.
“No, I didn’t. One night, Father knocked over a fondue, sending a wave of molten cheddar toward Mom. I grabbed it away, splashing myself instead. I had used magic.”
“It was the cheese, then,” Dash said. “Should have known.”
“It sent me to the hospital. There's a scar stretching from my withers to my right fetlock under my fur, but I had made the numbers dance. Suddenly obsessed, I babbled about numbers to the doctors. The next morning, Father got me an advanced magical mathematics text from the Canterlot Archives—he’s an assistant archivist.”
Dash said, “And one book wasn’t enough?”
“A bookshelf couldn’t hold them all.”
“I suppose, after a few months of taking books home, the princess noticed?”
“Pretty much.” Twilight puffed up. “The first self-taught home-schooled unicorn to win a full-ride scholarship to Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns.”
Applejack had snuck up on my opposite side. I jumped when she said, “And what screwball revelations does your folder hold?”
“What folder?” I flapped my wings and hovered, holding the papers to my chest.
“That’un that has your name upon it.” The cardboard thunked when she tapped it hard enough that I felt it on my sternum. I floated away from her.
I landed and let my hair fall in front of my eyes. “I didn’t look at it.”
Dash said, touching my shoulder. “I’m with you sister. Wouldn’t look if you paid me a hundred bits.” She began gesticulating widely, buzzing in front of each of us. “Where’s the fun in learning the secret too soon? You’d miss the anticipation, the challenge of wheedling for clues, the guessing, and the surprise. I never open a present before its time. Not ever.”
Me, I hated anticipation.
Applejack bobbed her head side to side, somewhat derisively, mouthing words as Dash spoke. She went to the next filing cabinet and said, “Family files—Looky here. It’s notes for…” and she babbled.
For me, the content of each revealed file made Pinkie Pie spookier than ever. Twilight might be the most magical pony I knew, but Pinkie took intuition to a similar level. When she seemingly teleported into the party cave, it was all I could to keep from screaming. But here she was, claiming to have traveled to and from Yakyakistan, a week’s journey in an afternoon. Judging from Applejack’s expression, Pinkie had, or had more likely had deluded herself. Just as suddenly as she arrived, what we’d said made her think of an idea, hop on the slide, and sloop right up in defiance of gravity and friction.
My jaw dropped, and I blinked. How? I shook the thought from my head and said, “So, um. Do we walk back up the slide or… or what?”
Rainbow Dash just laughed, holding her belly. “Fly, silly filly. Twilight, I can find a rope or you can levitate the others.” Dash darted up the trapdoor into Pinkie’s room. Twilight flapped precariously behind. Her red aura then enveloped Rarity and Applejack; suddenly weighing just ounces, they scrambled up the slide.
“Fluttershy?” Twilight called from above.
“Just a moment. I can do this.”
“Sure. Meet us at the train depot.” Hooves clattered across the ceiling, and down steps to the right. Faintly, I heard voices in the bakery, but nothing more. I had the cold basement cave to myself.
After stacking the folders on the rocky floor, the yellow one on top, I took a deep breath and it came out as a sigh. I had lived pretty much without other ponies between the time I fell out of Cloudsdale—during Rainbow Dash’s first race—and Twilight Sparkle's arrival in Ponyville. I’d doctor ponies' animals, run the pet center, sell eggs, and do my part during Winter Wrap-up and all… I mean, if I didn’t stand up for the animals, they’d be hurt when other ponies woke them up. So, I spent all my years as a filly being really private, and I’ve always lived alone. I built my cottage from the bits I earned. I’ve always gotten myself whatever it was I wanted, if it didn’t mean interacting or conflicting with anypony. My life has always been want, get. Never ask, never beg, never expect things from others. And certainly never birthday parties, for me, anyway. Too many ponies.
I lay before the Flutters folder, legs in front of me on the rectangle of cardboard. What could Pinkie possibly be planning for me?
I pushed the folder open with a hoof. The first page was titled, How to startle Fluttershy. The paper crinkled as I pushed it aside.
The subsequent paper-clipped pages were plans for the next Ponyville Pet Center fundraiser. I really hoped not to find birthday party plans because that would mean I would have to find a way to hint, without hurting Pinkie’s feelings, that I would really rather not be put in the spotlight.
Perhaps she had learned that lesson?
The next sheets were my likes and dislikes. She was very observant.
The last one was titled, Carneighie Hall Opening Night After-Party. My wings flared by themselves as a shiver traveled up my spine. I looked around, reflexively assuring nobody was watching, and folded my wings. My heart beat incredibly fast. I almost closed the folder, but I couldn’t—any more than I couldn’t help skipping to read the last few pages of a novel if it became too suspenseful. I could well deal with egotistical fantasy, so long as nopony knew.
Apparently, the venue would be an outdoor alley-way courtyard between two tall mid-century buildings in the 800 block of 7th Avenue downtown Manehatten, with dozens of specific ethnic food carts, a punch fountain, and projectors to display films of performances. There would be a stage where the Pony Tones would open for Sapphire Shores, and Sapphire would do a trio including me. I smiled at that. I enjoyed performing in my mind’s eye, but couldn’t imagine for a moment I could do it for real.
A trio?
The next page was another un-Pinkie Pie-like sketch, better than the one in Rarity's folder. This schtick of hers, coloring in foal coloring books with crayons and barely keeping in the lines had always seemed too practiced to me. This, however made me stand up, literally with hooves clattering, and stare.
The prismatically colored pencil sketch on black paper was smudged and shaded exactly enough to provide that certain frission necessary to breathe life into the scene. The shadowy brownstone brick buildings, the crowds of dancing pastel ponies drinks held high, Sapphire’s dolphins jumping on a big screen, the Pony of Pop in front dressed in a blue jeweled white jumpsuit, and—
—and a me in green chiffon French haute-couture that had Rarity’s trademark design elements in hem and sparkle all over it, with an emerald-studded boom mic along my cheek. But next to me stood a white unicorn filly, lanky, almost my height—and few mares matched my height. This unicorn, who sang into a classic chromed unidyne mic levitated in pale green magic, wore only a silver necktie that reflected the audience and the rainbow klieg lights. Curls of pink and purple cascaded across her forehead and neck. The picture posed her in three-quarters view, highlighting her flank, which bore a musical staff displaying a three-tone harmony quarter note centered in a red heart as large as Big Mac’s apple.
Last week, Sweetie Belle had asked me if I could teach her about singing. I had said I would think about it. Could Madam Pinkie actually predict the future?
I slapped the folder shut and rocketed into Pinkie’s candy color room; everything made me claustrophobic. I gently pushed open a window and shot off across the thatched roofs of Ponyville.
Exertion forced to breathe; I flew light-headed. Fortunately, I flew above all the buildings with no other pegasi near or I might have careened into something. All I could see was that picture.
A certainty filled me that if I said yes that I’d be responsible for Sweetie Belle earning her cutie mark. What freak of destiny gave Equestria’s shyest pony a voice like mine—and supermodel looks? Could I let myself be responsible for teaching Sweetie—whose fine untutored voice could only improve were she to have a proper coach she’d listen to—even if that meant I would have to perform?
Gliding toward the train depot, I saw empty tracks and sheep marching with picket signs. The agitated royal yaks stood on the platform across the tracks from my gathering friends, the five ponies who had taught me how much more I could be if I would willingly be together with them. They’d taught me the meaning of the words “Friendship” and “Synergy,” and that I could assert myself, that I could protect my friends, and make life better for other ponies. Together, we had saved Equestria. And they had taught me that I could meld my fantasy of singing in a group with the joyful reality of actually performing.
Learning to give had gotten me so much. Sharing made everything better regardless of the cost.
Everything.
Baby steps were over. I could do this. I would do this, make Pinkie’s sketch reality. Even if that meant sharing me.
As I landed beside my five friends, I smiled at them. Twilight mistook my expression as a lack of trepidation on my part, which she probably thought a good sign that things would work out, but my mind wasn’t on the yaks or what Pinkie was saying about thanking some striking sheep.
No. Something in me had broken, and it made me very happy.
Later that evening, I found Rarity’s sister at the party and told her, “Yes.”
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And here I thought that other mare of the Ponytones would be the one to mentor Sweetie Belle...
This was a nice find, good character portrayal all around.
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Ha! Me, too! But Fluttershy reported it to me and I just wrote it down. It's my job.
It makes sense, though. Fluttershy is a natural, and certainly Rarity discussed that with SB, who I think we will discover is one, too. Of course, would you want your sister, were she Rarity, to mentor you?
6169833
No, not Rarity, that OTHER mare, I forgot what her name is.
6169976
the other mare, I believe, is "Torch Song" http://mlp.wikia.com/wiki/The_Pony_Tones
I was unsure what to make of this as I read this expecting more from Fluttershy, but the end was great.
This is good. You say that the long sentences are bad? No, they are elegant and refined, like Fluttershy.
So Pinkie Pie can look into the future and that's where she gets her information how to plan parties and she saw Sweetie Belle as Fluttershy's student in the future, with her cutie mark, and this is it what made Fluttershy deciding to make this a reality and to fully overcome her stage fright.
Breathtaking. A magnificent idea.
And the added backstory why Twilight got her fear of cheese and how this is connected to her learning to get good at magic and to become a student of Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns is simply genius.
A very unique story you told here.
And you tell something that I think could happen too, that Fluttershy helps Sweetie Belle overcoming her own stage fright by singing together with her and even something that I detailed in a fic I wrote.
This story is a guaranteed favourite of mine.
6193026
Shared stage fright! What a fabulous bonding idea. Nice if I'd actually thought of it; I might have been able to tune the story better. I may look up your fic.
The weird thing about writing this was the certainty that filled me that I'd hit on a SB+F story, Fluttershy becoming Sweetie Belle's vocal coach, that could easily happen in the series. Like RD and Scoots. So glad you liked the story. Thanks.
6193778
It's actually what Sweetie Belle really has. In "The Show Stoppers" in Season 1, we saw her expressing fear of singing on a stage in front of an audience. That's why she has it so hard to get her cutie mark, for realizing her special talent, she has to overcome her stage fright first.
And this is the reason why I think that it could really happen that Fluttershy helps her out. I already theorized that we will see that in "Filli Vanilli", but then it didn't happen.
The fic I spoke about is here:
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/168740/try-it-with-kindness
I wrote it as a pre-episode fanfic for "Filli Vanilli", but it's unfortunately very rushed as I was already in a hurry to get it out before the episode.
EDIT: Put the whole thing as a spoiler. You should really NOT read this comment if you haven't read the story and/or haven't watched the episode Crusaders of the Lost Mark (S5 E18) if you want to avoid spoilers.
First off: I like the story. I love how it fits so well into the actual episode.
But there is a thing that bugs me.
Ofcourse I know you wrote this pre Crusaders of the Lost Mark and I read this after that episode. But I inevitably thought about SB's real cutie mark. From inside the story and Fluttershys point of view it doesn't matter what the cm looks like, since the real one has a note inside a star and there is no way - if Fluttershy saw that - she could guess the meaning of it. In your story it's encircled by a heart, in reality by a crest, doesn't matter much in my opinion.
So now I wonder: what is your intention with the Pinkie Pie of your story?
Is she supposed to be wrong? That would imply that those future parties are just guesses (or wishes). she can be wrong and in this case is. That would mean all the other details could just as well be imaginary. Or even the entire thing might as well be a spawn of Pinkies over-imagination.
Or is she supposed to be right? In that case I would love to see the description of SB's cm edited. But that also implys that Pinkie DOES know the future or at least is EXCEPTIONALLY good at guessing. Or her perception of the world around her (especially in this case for the CMC) is extraordinary. (Which could explain her Pinkie sense as perception of the world around her but her mind not consciously taking notice until her body tells it, but i digress.)
Either way knowing the cutie mark throws the story in a different light than it was, when you wrote it.
Ofcourse I know we can't just edit EVERY story that deals with the CMC in the future at some point. That would imply changing stuff like Five Score, Divided by Four (or at least it's spinoff The Last Crusade) or even super big ones like Fallout Equestria and that is obviously not gonna happen since that exists as a printed version.
But in most of those storys Sweetie Belles Cutie Mark is just a mark to show her talent for music. Which it still kinda does. Therefore the mark itself seems interchangable.
In your case however, I feel like the mark itself is not as important, as the correctness of it. This is of great significance for the perception of the story for the reader who KNOWS the actual mark. If you wrote that story today, would you deliberately chose a "wrong" mark? It makes a world of difference, at least for me.
I'd like to know your thoughts on this scifipony. And possibly other readers' as well.
MfG NIchtraucher
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I'm going to have to reread the story to give you a real answer, and I will at a later time.
The unreal answer to the Pinkie paradox, at least, may be found, maybe, in my story, Pinkie (re)Curses a Lot.
6622122 Thank you for leaving such a detailed and fascinating comment. You get a star.
Update: Fixed my derp. I really was talking about Sweetie Belle not AB.
After some thought, I've answered your questions. When you're done reading it, though, please considering editing your comment to add spoiler bb-code to some of the spoilers you let slip.
As for Sweetie Belle, will I change her cutie mark now that we know what it will have been? No. It is a primary McGuffin in the story. The story falls apart if Fluttershy's positive actions can't influence the resulting mark. Despite that I came amazingly close to guessing the actual mark, it isn't the same. SB's canon CM is so obviously influenced by the CMC's group achievement*, that it just doesn't play right in my authorial mind. So, I won't change it. It almost forces me to tag this story as an alternate universe, almost, but I did change the description and did add to the author notes (crediting you).
As for Pinkie Pie, she is inscrutable. Mapping her ability to warp space, time, and physical laws to a real world context is futile (though fun) as nothing will satisfy all requirements. In the context of the story, I made Pinkie Pie able to foresee the future accurately because it has to be true to make the story work emotionally for me. She has amply demonstrated herself capable in the context of the show of amazing feats. That's how her earth pony magic works. One way to reconcile the set up in the story with the SBcanon CM is to invoke the Heisenberg uncertainty principal. Pinkie knows the future where she has observed it (somehow**), but did she know that Fluttershy would read her files? I don't know. It may well be that now that Fluttershy has read them, and even though she proceeds to mentor SB, Pinkie's reported futures may never come true because Fluttershy is aware of them and would not otherwise have been aware and could now make different choices. Indeed, it is likely to be true because SB's CM ends up a musical note in a star in a shield. Another way to reconcile the story and the SB CM is as you pointed out to assume Pinkie made it all up, or worse deluded herself. I don't like the idea that Pinkie is just a random idiot; it goes against my feminist outlook and against my principals as an author of uplifting fiction. How's that for being convoluted? Madam Pinkie would be so proud. I won't rewrite the story. It makes me cry the way it is.
Thanks for pointing out future reading.
* The CMC's shared cutie marks are so perfect, I am beside myself. By this, I mean their meaning; I'm surprised Rarity didn't make snide comments about their design and their color. The fact that the CMC have the only shared cutie marks, besides arguably the royal pony sisters, is amazing, and deserved, and predictable from their previous episodes. The story potential is amazing. Could they ever let life tear them apart? Will they find that together they are always better than acting alone? I am stoked imagining the possibility of a My Little Pony: Cutie Mark Crusaders spin-off series to succeed FiM.
** For my theories on Pinkie Pie, please refer to Warming Up and Pinkie (re)Curses a Lot.
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Edited. 
A few thoughts on your answer.
Thank you for answering. And yay a star.
I am sorry about the spoilers.
I believe you mean Sweetie Belle not Apple Bloom.
One influences the future by having knowledge of it and therefore makes choices so the observed outcome becomes a mere possibility or even an impossibility in some cases. Yes, that works for me. And to repel paradoxes like casual loops we can just go with multiverse theory.
That! So much THAT.
I can see how one could write her as just a lucky idiot, but I prefer to see her as someone who has too much going on in her head and sometimes problems getting her priorities straight or concentrating on one specific thing. In my head canon that's how her Pinkie Sense works. If anyone wants to know more, I'd like to refer to the Cutie Mark Laboratories with their video HOW THE PINKIE SENSE WORKS
[youtube=8tU-bs9AGH4]
Give it a watch. (I know they make her out to be kinda mentally challenged, but the general idea how the sense workes made it into my head canon.)
I can see that your Pinkie Pie has teeny tiny bit more power than that and I am totally fine with that. It fits and it works in your storys.
As for your answer about not changing the CM, I can live with that. I didn't have an expectation in either direction. And I will read the story with that in mind. As I said it makes a world of difference for me. So thanks again for the answer.
MfG NIchtraucher
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You're welcome. It was fun. And I did fix the derp.
What you say about Pinkie is so true, and makes her the most challenging of the Mane 6 to write. I am flabbergasted that I was able to write Pinkie (re)Curses a Lot in first person and make it feel like it was really Pinkie telling the story. (I am truly saddened that almost nobody is reading it; to me, disregarding that it is my baby, it feels mind-blowingly revelatory. Not sure if I derped the description or the title or both.) In any case, I much prefer a character who is so caught up in her own thoughts and agenda that she has no real perception that she is truly gifted.