** Author's Note** I've taken a renewed interest in writing, thanks to askpinkaminadianepie's and askscootaloopie's Tumblr blogs (NSFW, in some instances). Please look them up if you want to see a further background on what my submission is about; this isn't about their work, but more about the setting that they've created. askscootaloopie.tumblr.com started making blog posts directly relating to askpinkaminadianepie.tumblr.com's blog, and I thoroughly enjoyed the setting and saw it as a good place to base some fiction off of. My muse kicked in and wanted to start writing again, so I figured making a fictional blog that takes place in their setting would be good practice. Everything here is first-draft quality work, but I DO proofread and grammar-check. I just rarely revise my stuff. Sometimes, that helps keep in interesting stuff that might otherwise be edited out Blog post #1 WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET? tumblrbot Ponyville! I hear it’s a pretty nice place. Manehattan is getting kind of… stressful. Blog post #2 Manehattan. I hate it SO yeah, thank you, tumblrbot for somehow reading my mind and posting a VERY relevant question as my first blog post? Haha, I had this post in mind waaaayyyy before tumblr asked me this, so yeah. Back on topic, yeah, I’m leaving town soon. I can’t stand this place. I live in a crowded apartment and I have a cruddy job, and I get mugged or almost mugged; on my way home, somepony got dragged into an alley a couple blocks ahead of me! I could hear a little bit of screaming and sounds of a fight as I walked past the alley in which it happened! No, I didn’t help, I was in a hurry… to not get potentially murdered as a result of trying to help. Yeah yeah I know, I’m spineless, but whatever. It’s eat or be eaten here and I don’t want to be eaten. Doesn’t matter though, I’m leaving this over-crowded dump in favor of a more peaceful place. I won’t need these blades strapped and hidden on my wings for in case somepony wants to try and take advantage of me. I won’t have to worry about cracking my hooves almost all the way through from smashing in the skull of somepony who’s trying to steal my parcels, because if THIS mailpony loses one more to theft, then THIS MAILPONY gets FIRED! I am SICK OF THIS CITY. Anyway, I’m starting new with you, Tumblr. I’ve deleted all my other online accounts, you’re officially my new face to the world. Ponyville… Sounds like a nice place. Small, near the royal palace AND Cloudsdale! Perfect weather all the time due to the pros at Cloudsdale. NO crime, since it’s on Royal lands. Sure it’s near the everfree forest, but I hear that place isn’t quite as bad as all the myths. I’m so lucky that real estate has suddenly opened up, there! It’s normally so hard to find an open house in a place like that oooooooooh I can’t WAIT! Well I need to start packing. Goodnight, tumblr. Post #3 Hey, Tumblr! Upon arriving at Ponyville, I was greeted by a very friendly unicorn who was apparently a representative of the city. She approached me in the middle of town square and introduced herself as Twilight Sparkle, and told me that they new of my arrival. I wondered how at first, then realized that I had bought and paid for the place through online methods, so naturally they’d know about me. Anyhow, I was given a short tour of the city, and given a basic lay of the land (Sweet Apple Acres is one of the first places on my list of places to visit. Mmmm, apples!), and then I was invited to the library to register and other official-type stuff. The picture in this pose was taken by her, and she laughed, noting how impressed she was with my enthuiasm, and wondered why I wanted to live here. I told her I was trying to get away from my troubles in the city, and I couldn’t help but notice a little frown as I mentioned that, her eyes looking at something far off as if she were thinking ‘oh boy, you have NO idea’… she very quickly started smiling again and asked if I was hungry, and showed me around the city a little bit more, and we parted ways at a small, recently opened bakery. Eh, well I’m wiped from settling in and stuff, talk to ya later, Tumblr Post #4 Well, that was weird I had a very interesting event today, Tumblr. When I say interesting, I mean FREAKY. my heart is still pounding, and I’m a little scared and paranoid… When I came to Ponyville from Manehattan, I basically traveled with just my pack, which contained all of the things most important to me, and the clothes on my back. I’ve been wearing the same outfit for a few days now, and am starting to feel a bit like a character in a cartoon where the clothes don’t change but everyone is okay with it, except I’m not, but that’s not quite what this blog is gonna be about. I had myself a stroll through town, trying to get my bearings and learn it’s layout, when I came upon a small clothing store owned by a pony by the name of Rarity. I decided that I should get at least one or two new outfits, so that I look like less of a vagabond and a tourist, so I went in. Inside I was greeted by Miss Rarity, who was very polite and well spoken; I would have mistaken her for a baroness or some other form of royalty, and was very impressed with her beauty and her mannerisms up until the point where she very unashamedly pointed out that “No, I am NOT of noble birth, oh you would not believe how often I get that! I saw your jaw drop mister newpony” she said with a soft little laugh. I suppose that’s one way to break the ice, but I feel she was just trying to make me feel at ease and welcome albeit a little smug; but I quickly forgave her for her incredible beauty. Well anyway, I told her that I was in dire need of new duds, and that elicited another laugh from her, and she proceeded to walk me through her store. She was very keen on letting me know that all the clothing in her store was made by her and they were all original designs, and I was very impressed! They all looked so good I thought they’d be much too expensive for me. I guess she saw the worry in my eyes, and bumped my shoulder, and smiled at me as my gaze fixed onto her eyes. She winked and told me “not to worry, my good sir! I have a few that I can part with that have been lying around collecting dust, and business has been just DANDY lately, since my clothing line started selling in Canterlot…”. She trailed off and started to hurry over here and dash over there, and soon had a few outfits gathered up and into a long clothing bag, one of those that are designed to hold a whole outfit with the pants hanging down and the outfit already assembled. As she came over, to flop the small bundle of clothes onto my back, a little filly appeared out of nowhere, and made her way to a sewing machine, plopping herself down onto the seat and watching us. I felt the clothes lying across my back and looked at them, and then looked at Miss Rarity, who immediately gave me a very sincere smile, and then looked at me quizzically with a tilt of her head as I said nothing for a moment, and then “So… I don’t owe you one bit? I er…” “Oh heavens, no! Did you not understand what I said just a minute ago!” She gave an exasperated groan and moved behind me to push me towards what looked like a fitting room. “Listen mister I don’t know what things were like in Manehattan, but this is NOT Manehattan and you are just going to have to get used to the concept of generosity and a the fact that some ponys just want to do right by other ponys…” She kept talking as I followed her to a set of mirrors and the stood right in front of me and glared at me with a smile, stamping her hoof once and smiling at me in the same stern kind of way that a mother would a child, who she’s trying to convince that something is for their own good. “Now, try on one of those and tell me what you think, and yes, they’re yours to keep.” She seemed as if she had something more to say, when that little filly at the sewing machine spoke up. “Siiiisssssss Iiiiiiii’m huuuuuungrrrryyyyyyy! I thought we were going to get foooOOOOOOooood!” The filly spoke in a loud but clear and smooth kind of tone, obviously the lungs and the vocal cords of a singer. Rarity pressed her hoof against her face and groaned “Ugh, I’m sorry, excuse me, we were just getting ready for lunch Sweetie Bell stop that racket please dear I know you’re…” She made her way over to her sister, which I assumed from the ‘sis’, and I couldn’t help but overhear some of their conversation- okay, ALL of it. The curved bank of mirrors before me was excellent for catching sound and directing it straight at me… Here’s where the weirdness started happening. “Sis, that’s the newpony isn’t it?” “Yes he is. So please try to behave, and we’ll go eat soon.” “Isn’t he the one who bought that place right on… um, well I know you said not to mention it but everyone’s talking about it and I KNOW he’s living right down from Sugarcube Corne-“ “Sweetie Bell! What did I tell you!” “But sis, he-!” “NOT another WO- uh.” I noticed her hoof cover her mouth as if to keep herself from continuing down a train of though that would be inconvenient, as she tried to discreetly glance over at me. I’ve seen it lots of times before. Manehattan is a town full of secrets and lies and lots of ponys talking about those secrets and lies, and it starts to get really easy to tell when someone is about to start saying something they’re trying to keep under wraps. I pretended to be fussing with the clothes that Miss Rarity gave me, ignoring the strange conversation. Rarity is such a kind and generous pony, and her little sister seems like a good little filly too, and pressing them on what they were talking about well, I’ll say it felt like a really bad time. I could feel the tension pressing down on everyone. “Miss Rarity, this is a GREAT hat, and this vest is very handsome. I wonder why I haven’t ever heard of you before moving here.” “Wha-? Ah, hen-heh, yes, well. I JUST started expanding, and Canterlot was the first place I branched out into… and you wouldn’t BELIEVE how it all happened! Hoity Toity, of ALL ponies, saw one of my fashion shows and…” I let her talk and packed up the things I tried on, then slung them over my back again, nodding and listening to her explanation, which, truly, would have been more interesting if I hadn’t overheard them. Now my head was swimming with curiosity and theories… “…and that was when he asked if I would display my work in one of his boutiques in Canterlot! I was so excited. I’m so glad that you’re happy with the clothes, by the way, they look simply handsome on-“ “SIIIIIIIIIIISS!!” the little filly interrupted, as she spun around on the chair. “Sweetie Belle! Okay, we’re going in just a minute, just calm down, please! I felt that I had interrupted their lunch plans long enough, so I thanked Miss Rarity for the clothes and headed towards the door, hoping my smile didn’t look too awkward and/or forced. “Oh, don’t mention it, it’s no trouble at all, like I said they were just collecting dust and-“ “SIIIIIIIIIIIISS!” “Ohh! Excuse me. Have a good day, sir!” I ducked out and was both relieved to have left the area with the noisy filly and thankful that I didn’t have any young fillies or colts to annoy me like that. I made my way home, all the while thinking about what I had overheard, all the up until I passed by Sugarcube corner on my way home. I stopped for a minute and looked up at the place. It all had a really dark feel; all of the windows seemed to have heavy curtains over them, and even the front door, whatever you could have seen through it, was covered as well. I hadn’t asked anypony about it, but it looked like it apparently used to be a bakery, and I could tell that it wasn’t being that well taken care of on the outside. I’ve seen it before, in Manehattan. A shop closes, and eventually the dirt on the storefront builds and builds, the windows get slightly blurry from not being cleaned, trash collects around the base from nopony being there to care for the property. My heart skipped a few beats as new theories started flooding my head- what was going on here? Miss Rarity seemed perfectly fine until Sweetie Bell mentioned this place, and then… and then, Rarity seemed SO UPSET. Did somepony DIE HERE? Did somepony shut themselves up in there and are now living inside as a recluse? I mean WHAT is going ON? I only live a block or two away and- then I froze. I thought I saw one of the curtains move. I made some kind of noise, I dunno what it was; a gasp, a squeak, a whinny, whatever, it was a panic noise, and I ran home as fast as I could and locked the door behind me. Then I sat down right away and told you about my day, Tumblr. I’m going to get to the bottom of this. I am… Post #5 Ugh. I did not sleep very well. Hey there tumblr. I had hoped that coming to Ponyville would calm me down a little and ease the stress in my life, but after last night, I kind of started having flashbacks to some of my worst days back in Manehattan. Sugarcube Corner… really creeped me the hell out. I got the same kind of vibe from that place as some of the slums, where the lowlifes and gutter-trash lived. It’s like an obscene stain on a beautiful white piece of clothing, that has been bleached and rubbed until it starts to turn colors and look kind of raw. I just don’t know what to think. I could be over-reacting, but Miss Rarity really started to freak out when the place came into discussion. I would ask her, but well… yeah. I feel like she’s just as confused as I am. This whole town seems so… PURE. So innocent. It feels like a fairy-tale town you read about in books, compared to Manehattan, and Miss Rarity merely had her vision of this place shattered. If anypony knew anything about Sugarcube Corner, would they really know what to tell me? Would anypony even know anything at all? I’m gonna go get some food and try to do a little digging. I can’t just ignore what’s going on here. Till next time, tumblr. Post #6 Just a lil' update Hey there Tumblr. as you know, I’ve been a little suspicious of my new neighborhood, so I’ve decided to do some checking around of my own. I thought I’d start with the pony who met me when I first arrived, Twilight Sparkle. Ms. Sparkle seems to be an overall-representative of the entire town, to an extent, and seems like a very level-headed, rational pony. The go-to pony, who would know most of what goes on around here. So I went to her library/house place. She invited me in with a very polite and welcoming smile, and apologized that she was very busy “…doing research on a couple things, and that I might not seem to be paying that much attention but don’t worry, I do about 6 or 20 things at once sometimes and I’m VERY good at multi-tasking, and it really wouldn’t be so easy to be so productive without my faithful assistant Spike over there; say hi, Spike! Well anyway…” She trailed off as she trotted from one end of a tall, wooden bookcase the the other side of the room, by a little podium on which she laid her front hooves onto, stopping for a millisecond to blink and shake her head “Spike! What happened to that book on reverse psych and the other one on advanced dream analy- oh. Nevermind.” I could only stand and stare as she unicorn-magic-ed two stacks of six thick books over to where she was… I thought she only asked for two? In an instant, she had two open in front of her, one laying on the podium and was quickly scanning the pages, stopping frequently to write something down on the table behind her, the quill glowing, dancing and scraping against the paper obediently. A little purple dragon who I assumed was Spike pulled himself from the pile as she set it down, giving her a blank stare and rolled his eyes “I was following you with them, you busybody. Look, you’ve been at this all morning, since you suddenly went “Aha!” and decided you had thought of a way to he-“ Just then, the dragon’s mouth closed, a loud zzZZZZP! noise sounding as a magical zipper sealed his trap quite securely. Twilight Sparkle shot him a look that I could only describe as cold, dominating, and threatening, one eyebrow on her face twitching ever-so-slightly. The look only lasted a second, but I could tell there was obviously an understanding between them; the dragon nearly slipped up majorly somehow, and he looked regretful, not resentful that she’d forced her magic onto him. She instantly carried on like nothing happened, and I heard another zzZZZZP!, the young dragon heaving a sigh of relief. “Hey Spike, would you mind getting us some lunch, please? I know you must be starving, and get newpony over there… Flicker, was it? Get him something too.” As she politely ordered us out of the premises with the reasonable excuse of food, and Spike rolled his eyes again and motioned for me to follow, so we left. We walked in silence for about a minute until I decided awkward silences weren’t my thing “Wow! She’s like a machine, isn’t she?” I didn’t have much difficulty pretending not to notice anything weird happened “Hah, yeah! She really is! Once she hits her groove and really gets going, she’s to academics as AJ is to athletics!” “AJ?” “Oh yeah, that’s right! You just moved in, so you wouldn’t know. Applejack, she runs Sweet Apple Acres. She has a stall set up near town square, and we’re going there to get our lunch.” I simply nodded and we just walked in silence for another 5 blocks or so, and then we came to Applejack’s Applestand. “Well hey there Spike! I see you’re showing the newpony around, today. Nice to meet ya’ll, mister city pony!” She flashed me the most hospitable smile and winked, and I couldn’t help but blush; gosh darn that country charm. “Hey there, Applejack! Yeah, we’re just getting some lunch so… two pies and a bag of apples, please!” “Okey-dokey-lo-… ah, here ya go.” It happened, again. Everypony here is acting weird. Ms. Applejack was a veritable ray of golden sunshine, and southern hospitality, up until the point that she started to say something, which abruptly was cut short, and then bam. Mood-swing. “Thanks, AJ. Hey, buddy, let’s eat our pies here, I’m starving” “Okay.” I wasn’t too worried on digging for info at this point, I was too busy noticing that everypony here is either suffering from the same kind of mental… thing, or there really WAS something serious going on in this quiet little town. We ate our pies in awkward silence, which I tried to break a couple times with idle chatter, but it was mostly just awkward silence. We thanked Applejack for the delicious pie, and then headed back to Twilight’s house. As we approached the large tree, Spike turned to me and said “Look, I don’t have to tell you that Twi’s very busy right now. I’m sorry bout that, but we have a lot of work to do, so could you please ask her what you want and then go? Not to be rude, but you know how it is…” I blinked and gave a little awkward grin, eager to just get out of the way but determined to find some answers “Heh, yeah, sorry… I only have a couple small questions.” We entered, the wooden door groaning lightly on it’s hinges. Twilight was still just as busy as when we left. “Twi, I got your lunch!” Spike shouted as we entered, and the bag of apples floated out of his hand and towards Twilight, opening upon nearing her, one floating out as the bag settled to the floor. “Ah, thank you spike.” She bit into the apple with a loud crunch as the books she was looking at neatly closed and settled onto a pile on the table, and she sat and gave me a flat little smile. I couldn’t read anything specific from her expression. “So, mister Flicker. What did ya want to know?” She finished off the apple in a couple bites, and soon started on another. “Well… I was wondering, do you know anything about this town’s business background? Or any commercial properties I might make use of? I was thinking about setting up a shop and where would be a good spot, once I get fully settled in…” She was working on her third apple already. Famished, or trying to still look ‘busy’? Well I didn’t intend on staying after I got my answer. I knew that something’s hit this town deep, and I moved in at the wrong time. “Hmm… I’m the second newest resident here, under you. I’m not quite sure. You might want to ask Rarity, she’s lived in Ponyville proper for a little while. She might be able to help you too, since she’s a businesswoman herself. Now I’m truly sorry, but I didn’t think I’d be so busy today. I really need to hit these books” She gave me an awfully forced grin, though it didn’t seem meant to be rude, and I nodded politely and headed out towards the door. As I left, I felt really bad for interrupting, so I thought I’d try to lighten things up a bit. “Thanks for the help, and good luck with what you’re doing. You really shoudn’t hit the books though, just read them, yeh?” This time the grin was laced with sarcasm and twisted with disdain as she looked out at me, the door glowing slightly as it shut a little more than a bit too hard. So, there ya go tumblr. I leave one drama pit and fall into another. Looks like I’m in for more tomorrow. I’m beat… G’night. Post # 7 Misconceptions, Misconceptions Everywhere! As I left Twilight’s house, twilight was also falling around Ponyville. I hurried along, since I wanted to get to Miss Rarity’s and get my snooping around over and done with- the only thing I’ve unpacked so far is my computer and my clothes, so you can imagine my house was in a bit of a disarray, and I wanted to sate my rabid curiosity so I can finally stop obsessing over what’s disturbing me about Sugarcube Corner and possibly find out why everyone here is acting so damn weird (Which, I haven’t yet, but I’m gonna look into that too. I’m probably just overreacting)! Thankfully, Ponyville is relatively small, and I was at Miss Rarity’s boutique in almost no time at all. I lifted a hoof and knocked on the door. “Hello?” “Cooome iiii-hiin!” She practically sang out her reply and I was glad I was on this side of the door, as I flushed a little pink upon hearing how nice her voice sounded. I opened the door and shut it quietly behind me, standing there and looking around. “I’m glad, I thought you might have closed up shop by now…” Rarity looked up from the sewing machine from where she sat, then back to her work as she shook her head “Uhm… Oh! I live here, mister Flickerswift. This shop is also my home, you see….” She kind of trailed off and stared at the fabric that she was stitching together, moving at quite an impressive pace for a seamstress if I’ve ever seen such, and I haven’t. She hummed a pretty little tune and kind of nodded rhythmically, and I almost thought she forgot about me as I took a few more steps into her house, until she sang out once more “I’ll be you in a miiii-niiiiiute~! Just make yourself at home, have a seat or something, mm-k? Thread-by-thread, stitching it togeee-theerrr~…” I sat down on a couch and waited for about 10 minutes, then she finished whatever it was she was sewing, letting out a triumphant little “Ahh!” She tilted her head this way and that way, and stretched a bit as she got up from her machine, and came to join me on the couch. “Well then! How can I help you, sir?” She looked sleepy. Must work all the time since she lives where she works. “Yes, well, I was just wondering…” “Hmm?” “What in blue blazes is the deal with Sugarcube Corner?” I couldn’t help but just blurt it out. I didn’t want to, since it seemed like a sensitive issue, but to my surprise… “What…? Oh, heavens, that place. Well yes, it’s got everypony all up and bothered, you probably overheard our conversation yesterday, right?” I just blinked and nodded my head. I was definitely expecting a more guarded reaction. “Some kind of… secret, or something? I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to-“ “I’m sorry about that mister Flickerswift, but normally Sweetie Belle isn’t that hyper unless she’s around Applebloom and Scootaloo, but yes, there is a secret about that place.” My eyes widened and I grew tense. I leaned closer and hoped I didn’t look too much like a silly foal that was learning some amazing secret for the first time in his life. “I’ll tell you, but only because I don’t have to keep it under wraps much longer. You see, it used to be a bakery, but the owners moved away some time ago. A big sweet-shop chain from Manehattan looking to expand bought the place, and they’re currently working on it right now. They’re planning a fabulous suprise grand opening with free cupcakes and muffins and sweets! That’s why dear Sweetie Belle was so excited- she just loves sweets you see, and heard a rumor that we were once again going to have a sweet-shop here in town thought I don’t know how she found out hmm… Twilight only told us five… hmm…” My jaw had dropped to the floor. Rarity didn’t notice, though, she was looking up with her hoof on her chin trying to puzzle out how exactly Sweetie- Gah! I didn’t care about that! “THAT’S it? Nothing dark or morbid or spooky or… The place looks like such a DUMP on the outsi- well, of course cause they’re working on the.. I- ah…” Rarity looked at me and covered her mouth with her hoof, looking like she was about to burst, which she did. “Ahahah! Ahh, oh my, is everyone from Manehattan blessed with your imagination? Ahh. Tsk.” She laughed pretty loudly, though I suppose it was justifiably silly that I expected a dark story about oh I dunno- a serial killer or something. “But… everyone I’ve met had been acting a little strange. I guess I kind of assumed something was going on here…” “Oh, and just who have you met, hmm? Besides myself, and you know what caused the excitement yesterday.” “Um… Twilight Sparkle, Spike and… Applejack.” I was treated to one of Miss Rarity’s smiles as she helped clear up my confusion. “Well! Applejack has been in a foul mood for weeks because it because the new owners are from out of town and she’s concerned they’ll rob her of her profits; after the old shop closed, she’s had a respectable increase in apple sales. Twilight, well… she’s always busy with something or other anyways, and sometimes is a grump because of it. Spike… he sometimes has to live with a grump.” I pressed my face into my hoof and groaned “Thank you very much Miss Rarity. You’ve been a huge help and I feel well… silly... and sleepy…” She held out her hoof and giggled, and we shook hooves “You’re quite welcome Flickerswift! I’m glad to have helped out!” I blushed… she left out the ‘mister’! “I-I- well, yes, thank you again.” I smiled at her and tried not to trip on my way out, feeling tired and silly and a little flustered. Why am I sharing my embarrassment with you, tumblr? Cause I thought you’d enjoy it! Night night. Post #8 I kinda stumbled out of Rarity's house, into the night, where the last glimmers of twilight were finally fading from the sky. I remember looking up into the sky; it was a deep, dark blue, inky, with dazzling white pinpoints dotting every little spare speck of space up there. I had been In Ponyville for a few days at that point, but I hadn't even bothered to look up and notice how amazing the sky looks here compared to how it looks in Manehatten. Since there are less lights, out here, more of the sky's natural light can be seen, and it's... I stopped for a minute outside Miss Rarity's door and leaned back against it, completely transfixed by what I was just noticing, what I hadn't been noticing, because I was so paranoid and obsessive for the past several days. A knock came upon the door, from the inside, startling me and I spun around, and stammered out a response "Um, y-yes...?" "Mister Flicker, are you alright? You've been leaning against my door for 10 minutes, I'm sure if you wanted to hang around here, you'd prefer it indoors, yes?" The filly's reply was laced with curiosity and amusement; she was clearly inviting me back into her house, but as much as I wanted to see just how soft her wonderfully maintained mane was... I looked through the small window in the door and politely declined her offer. "Yes, um, sorry, I was just... getting my bearings. I'll see you later. You've been most kind and helpful. Perhaps another time..." Through the door I saw her nod politely and smile. Was that a look of expectation on her face? "Hmm, quite. Take care!" and with that muffled farewell I was on my way home. It was a very boring walk for a while, and it gave me plenty of time to think, which I was glad for. I hadn't had much room in my head,for any kind of sensible thinking, but the cool night air and the mellow, luminous glow of the moon helped me to calm down for the first time since I got here. I had left Manehattan behind; Manehattan and it's city-wide blanket of tension and anxiety, where I had to constantly keep my guard up... It almost seemed as if I hadn't left, for a few days, while I was obsessing over Sugarcube corner; but now that's over and done with. It seemed like, finally, I was going to get the peace that I sought after by leaving my troubles in Manehattan. So I let my guard down and enjoyed the most beautiful night sky and the brightest moon I had ever seen in my life. It was almost the last, though. One thing I never did in Manehattan was let my guard down, and I'm damn lucky that one mistake that most would-be murderers make, thinking they're concealed by the night, is moving too fast. Darkness doesn't cover up sound, or smell, so though my guard was down, he only managed to knock me over onto my side. I wrapped my hooves around him and rolled him over, kicking him in the stomach as hard as I could with my back legs, causing a loud 'oof' and a gasping cough as he, stunned, brought himself up to a kneeling position. I rolled away, instincts taking over as I assumed a fighting stance. "Hey *squee!*! Who the hay do you think you are and what the *squee!* do you think you're doing?" He knelt there for about half a second trying to compose himself, and I would have let him ,as I was in no mood to have a throwdown with this random assailant. Well, I would have, if he didn't immediately try to make a run for it and deprive me of a much deserved explanation. All I could make out was that he was an earth pony, but that kick to his gut slowed him down. I flapped my wings and caught up to him easily after about 2 minutes, hugging his flanks as tight as I could and twisted, bringing him down onto his side. I stamped down on his stomach again, receiving a yell and I did it again, receiving another. Three blows to the gut and he's curled up in a ball already? It was time to get some answers. I circled around to his head and stamped both hooves down on either side of his head, looking down at him as I restrained the urge to stomp down on his neck and crush his windpipe. "Alright you stupid foal-" "I wasn't doing it for my self, I was trying to help Miss Pie!" he blurted out in a panic, sounding just like a scared little foal as he covered up his face with his hooves. "What...? Hey, um... what? You'd better explain yourself or so help me..." I couldn't believe it, this was happening to me, here! "Sh-she loves smoked Pegasus wings! I w-was g-gonna take y-yours, but I-I never, I never..." I recoiled a little in shock and surprise, lifting one hoof as I took in what he was saying. He was going to cut my wings off? He didn't even have a knife! "Cut off my wings, eh?" I stamped down on both sides of his head again and he winced quite harshly, then scrambled to his feet and made like he was going to run, but apparently remembered that I had wings "With what, your stutter?" He stood before me, glaring at me with his ears pressed flat against his head and glared at me, I guess because I proved too much for his meek attempt at assaulting somepony? I glared back and grumbled lightly to myself, panting and heaving from the sudden burst of exertion "Well, what then?!" I yelled as loud as I could. He grimaced and ran off, like the cowardly nutjob he was. I let him. I could tell he probably wouldn't try something like that again for a little, while somepony like him. I watched him run off into the night, then looked up at the sky and screamed a little bit, then once more headed towards home. I got there in a hurry, slammed the door behind me, then laid on my bed and just kind of laughed and sobbed at the same time. I know that I'm not ever going to be fully rid of this kind bull-crap, but I thought I was going to finally have SOME semblance of peace, here. That blithering idiot, why, why did he have to say a specific name? I could have simply written him off as maybe the town looney and then just simply have been more cautious from then on, but now I have a name that I'm going to be on the lookout for? Well... it seemed like he was acting on his own... but I'm still willing to bet that I'm gonna have to use some caution regarding any 'Pies' I hear about. Well Tumblr, hope you enjoyed hearing about my first week here in Ponyville. You're current on my status now, so next time you hear from me it'll probably a daily update or something. I'm tired, gonna try and get a job tomorrow. I'll talk to y'all tomorrow, and let you know how it goes.
