#until the age of THIRTY SIX when his high school beloved came back to life. and if that hadn't happened he would have never had sex w anyon

[llycaons]

fanfic authors will put the most monogamous man in fiction into sex clubs to fulfil whatever fantasies they think are hot won't they....

[melonball]

QUADE DIETRICH ( HE/HIM ) is a CIS MALE, THIRTY-SIX year old LAWYER/GANG LEADER who has been living in Moorbrooke for THIRTY SIX YEARS. They were born on OCTOBER 1st and right now, they are currently residing in ELMSETT GREEN. It has been said that they look suspiciously like BEN BARNES and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose NASA by ARIANA GRANDE.

stats.

full  name:  quade dietrich

nicknames: q

age: thirty-six

faceclaim: ben barnes

birthday: october 1st, 1985

zodiac: libra

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

sexual  orientation:  bisexual

birthplace:  moorbrooke, me

occupation:  lawyer/secret gang leader

location: elmsett green, moorbrooke

biography.

quade was always privileged, he was born into a rich household with millions to spare. with rich parents came vacant ones. he was thrust into the hands of nannies and caretakers before he learned how to talk. the only relationship he had with his parents was on holidays in stuffy parties where he was an accessory rather than a person. this was his life until he was 11 when miraculously, he found out he was getting a younger brother. now after eleven years of a lonely, meaningless filled with frivolous things, quade finally had something of his own. his brother. and knowing their parents, he was sure that now it would be him and blake against the rest of the world. 

that’s exactly how it was but the help from caretakers diminished when they realised caring for a baby was more important than caring for quade. quade began to grow up being jealous of blake for receiving more attention. suddenly quade wasn’t the one they insisted on showing off at parties, but rather blake. only until the other started to talk and by then quade was growing up to be a fine young men. suddenly he was tailing his father to learn about business, often going on week long trips to the city and getting to skip school. in his teen years, he wasn’t the best older brother because now he had his own friends and his father breathing down his neck to do something with his life. the pressure was intense and quade grew a thick skin to keep up with it. 

he still cared for his younger brother but now he was getting his own personality and he liked being in charge. he liked being a leader, so naturally he joined sports where he was the captain. he liked showing the world that he was more than the money and football helped with that. all of high school, he was the star quarterback and team captain as well as student body president. he liked to think he ran the high school, that no one would survive a day without him. thus grew his abnormally large ego and god-complex. 

after high school, he went to uni and then law school being the perfect son their parents could ever want. his gpa never fell, he never did anything to bring shame to the name (and if he did, it was quickly swept under the rug). the man was unbreakable and untouchable and he fucking loved it. at 25 he was a full lawyer, working at a firm his family approved of and it was then that life started to fucking plateau. no longer was he a king, he was just a cog in the machine.  so finally and slowly he started to look into other things, other careers, other life choices. for years he stayed in that job, inching his way up and finally becoming a partner. only to still feel nothing. 

fuck that, he thought as he decided to take a vacation to massachusetts at the age of 29 and met a beautiful woman. it wasn’t the first time he’d been struck by beauty, but there was just something about her. the vacation ended up being semi-permanent. he called and quit his job, bought an apartment in mass. and stayed there with his lovely girlfriend, lupe. he ignored family phone calls from everyone except for blake. six months flew by and the in love couple sealed the deal. they married, lupe was soon pregnant and the pair had their first child, luca. all the while, quade still barely spoke to his family. but he was smart, he was covering his tracks. quade knew the dietrich’s would never accept lupe as they ran in completely different classes. quade was too in love to care, though. 

a lot changed in that next year, quade began to bore again. there was nothing wrong with lupe or luca, but his life was bland and boring. he hadn’t worked in a year and a half and the family was still staying afloat comfortably. quade saw something one night, animal masks and murder, to put it simply. he followed them, growing curious about the situation. slowly he began to find out more, and soon the gang, the pack, accepted his as his own. he was in some shady situations after lupe and their son had gone to sleep. being the charmer that he was, he once again climbed his way to the top and made plans to take over as the leader. but he couldn’t have a family and lead a gang, so he did what only suitable person would do: faked his death. 

he went missing, the case got closed and quade dietrich was dead... only to be alive and well back in moorbrooke. he figured lupe and luca deserved better than his bad parenting and overall shitty personality, anyway. he tried to leave as much as he could without raising suspicion, but it could only go so far. of course the dietrichs had no interest in helping his wife or son (actually sons, but he doesn’t know). for a while he stayed underground, leading his gang, donned with a gold painted human skull mask. eventually he recruited blake to join and with that, he went back to his family. he even went back to the partner position at the firm, which now was just a distraction from his dark secret.

quade’s been back in town for six years now, silently causing havoc under the guise of the best lawyer in town. he’s a beloved townie, he’s charming and he is the man to bring a knife to a gun fight and still come out clean. his “death” was just a big misunderstanding, it was definitely swept under the rug and forgotten.

connections.

HIGHSCHOOL SWEETHEARTS-- self explanatory! maybe there’s still something there... who knows? 34-38, any gender, should be local

UNIVERSITY SWEETHEARTS-- also goes without saying. he attended the local uni and law school. 30+, any gender, should be local 

HOOKUPS-- could be previous, recent, whatever you want. 26+, any gender

GANG MEMBERS-- wc can be found on main (it’s blake’s). 18+, any gender

FRIENDS-- someone who keeps him grounded and has fun with him tbh. we can plot it out more. 18+, any gender

[pandemonivms-blog]

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ lee pace + cismale + he/his — have you seen markus bishop? they sure have been hanging out at andy’s jazz club & lounge a lot recently. they are a thirty-six year old known as the balance, and they currently work for the cobras as a lawyer, which they’ve been doing for a year and a half. a heterosexual sagittarius, they are clever + intuitive, as well as faithless + opportunistic. the smell of fresh rain on a warm summer afternoon, soft jazz playing through half-cracked windows of an empty house, disengaged half-smiles. 

thirty six years ago markus bishop was born in valdez, colorado during a turbulent time for the town. sandwiched between the years when the savages and cobras were formed, the bishop family did their best to keep their heads down and their hands clean from any gang activity. all was well on that front for many years with neither of markus’ parents involving themselves in the criminal underground of their beloved home town. an only child, there was much expected of markus as far as responsibilities went. he was taught early and reminded often that success pended so significantly on his drive and he would be stuck in valdez for the rest of his life if he didn’t work hard for himself. considering the circumstances of his birth ( his parents were older, it was difficult to conceive in general and carrying markus to term was dangerous ), he felt obligated not to let them down.

while he didn’t dislike living in valdez there was certainly an appeal to be elsewhere. because of this markus worked incredibly hard to keep his grades nothing short of a 4.0. he didn’t have many friends for this but there was always a certain calming charm to his presence when he was around. markus was the quiet onlooker for so long in his life that he learned how to observe others and mind their patterns and mannerisms. it was a skill he took with him into adulthood and a sturdy choice to his career path. 

while he was never involved with more physical events during his schooling markus was easily found wherever an academic challenge was brought. clubs at school that championed brains were his forte and when he wasn’t pressing his nose into a book or using his gathered intellect for an extracurricular activity that would surely look decent on his transcript he was eyeing the musicians. it took until his sophomore year of high school for one of his only friends to shove him into the after school jazz band to at least watch what was going on. markus joined shortly after and tempered himself to learn how to play the drums for such a difficult and tumultuous kind of music.

promptly at eighteen and upon graduation markus bid his farewells to his family and shipped off to law school. yale university in new haven, connecticut was his first choice and with his undeniable grades, multitude of extracurricular activities and community service record he was a shoe-in for acceptance. while his family could nowhere near afford the tuition markus was lucky with grants and scholarships. college was challenging but for the first time he felt as if he could apply all of the various learning tools he had garnered throughout his young life. seven years of bachelor’s degree and law schooling later and he held a degree in hand, proud parents flew to connecticut to see their only child hold his success out for the world to see.

and naturally markus sought a challenge. at twenty five he passed the new york state bar and garnered himself a position with the state of new york as a district attorney. many cases were pursued and criminals prosecuted during his reign with his skills in observation and fine attention to detail being put to hard work. markus enjoyed his job, enjoyed the busy city life, and thoroughly enjoyed that he had lived up to his parents expectations. everything seemed to be falling into place.

slowly he lost his parents. it was expected with their age and the way life is, but one summer afternoon he received a call that his mother had passed and barely a year later his father followed suit. markus took the time off from work to travel home and settle the affairs of the estate. for a short period of time he had no connections or ties to valdez any longer. and after the passing of his parents there wasn’t much time to consider home. a new marriage took him to unexpected and pleasant corners of his life: another valdez native that he had vaguely recalled seeing in his youth but always narrowly missed. andy shepard and markus bishop met in court when he prosecuted one of her arrests and somehow kept meeting under similar circumstances. courtship happened, marriage happened, and when andy became a marshal with the united states markus followed.

his credentials took him far, never mind the recommendations he earned from his college, colleagues and the state of new york itself. while he didn’t always travel with his wife he was sure to keep in touch. neither of them were the warmest of people but his affection for her was great and despite the distance that sometimes came between them, he made sure it worked.

and when he believed his life in valdez was over, that the chapter in his life had closed, he received a call. an inquiry about a remainder of the estate. when markus went to valdez to handle it he was made a shady offer that he should have ignored. not once in his life did he ever had curiosity about the gangs. not once did he consider them beyond the funny drinking story of their existence back home. when he was asked to work a few cases ( just look them over ) for the cobras for a little extra scratch he should have politely refused. but he didn’t.

luck, or a hunt for an old foe, had his wife suggesting they move home. things always seem to work out that way, don’t that? and the few cases for extra scratch became more consistent work. until markus himself bore an ouroboros tattoo hidden on his body somewhere he hoped andy wouldn’t find it. but no good marriage has secrets. their fight was explosive and incredibly fast. the divorce proceedings, as drawn out as they were, flew by. somehow he wound up with their once shared home but couldn’t bear to sleep in the same room they once called theirs.

if she saw him as a villain, despite keeping his morals and despite refusing to shed any blood, despite keeping his hands as clean as possible and processing each as as legally as he possibly could ... he was a villain. so he’d become a villain.

while markus still refuses to take a life he certainly doesn’t try to hide his affiliation anymore. the cobras are as much his family as his parents had been ( they’re likely rolling in their graves for their son’s involvement, though ) and while markus isn’t one to flaunt his membership he certainly doesn’t whisper it like a horrid secret any longer. he’s accepted his place on the dark end of the spectrum.

personality: markus always tries to be as pleasant as he possibly can when dealing with any human interaction. it’s more been ingrained to him from his parents than anything else, but he is a polite individual. he’s less concerned with keeping his legal proceedings entirely clean and more involved with ensuring that his fellow cobras remain free from liability ------ but you can still catch him attempting to extort loopholes rather than fudge paperwork. deep down he’s still standing by strong morals.while he’s present for every mandatory cobra meeting you’ll be hard-pressed to find him anywhere that violence might break out as he outright refuses to bloody himself ( and really doesn’t want to get dragged into it ). overall markus is patient with others, but should his hand be forced he’s one to observe and outwit his opponent, much like his days as a chess player.

[taohua-shuohua]

July 27th and 28th, 2018

The 27th was my first full day with my homestay family, after having met and gone home with them the evening prior. My family is smaller than I’d imagined: it’s just my host mother, Yichu (艺楚, yìchǔ), and my host sister Qinghan (清菡, qīnghàn), whom I refer to and address as Meimei (妹妹, mèimei, “little sister”). Qinghan, who was still asleep when I rose for class that morning, shares her surname (刘, liú) with me and her age (10) with my biological sister in America. Yichu had prepared breakfast: a vegetable bun, grapes, eggs, a bowl of milk, and my beloved youtiao. Once we had eaten our fill, we began the walk to my classroom, which takes about twenty to thirty minutes. Apparently, there was a quicker route that connected our neighborhood directly to campus in about five minutes, but that road undergoing some sort of construction meant we were using our detour for the foreseeable future. Some students had already arrived by the time I got to the classroom, so after bidding Yichu farewell I joined my peers in idle chatter about our host families. It was mostly positive; one girl was struggling to explain to her host mother that curly hair couldn’t be blow-dried and she would have to sleep with it wet, which conflicts with the Chinese belief that sleeping with wet hair leads to headaches later in life. Another’s host parents were over-enthusiastic about having a native speaker available to tutor their daughter in English, and she felt as though she wasn’t using her Mandarin enough as a result. My biggest issue had been the lack of readily-available cold water; I was able to address it by dashing to the student store a few minutes before class and purchasing the largest bottle they had in stock.

The three hours of class passed quickly, but they came with a caveat. Today was Yang Laoshi’s last day as our teacher, as she would soon be heading to lead a conference in Shanghai and then, after that, taking a two-year teaching assignment in Thailand. My goodbye present to her was an In n’ Out t-shirt, which I presented with both hands as per local custom. My gift reserves were running low—after Yichu received a UCLA shirt and hat, Qinghan got a UCLA sweater and tank top (both of which were far too large for her), and my partner on our trip to the local community center a few days prior got UCLA and In n’ Out hats, I was resigned to two In n’ Out t-shirts (one of which I had just given to Yang Laoshi) and a UCLA Hawaiian-print shirt, which was intended for my nonexistent host father. I am considering bequeathing the latter upon the teacher who wrote my recommendation for NSLI-Y in the first place.

Lunch passed, along with our lecture period (during which it was announced that I was student of the week!) and our interest groups which, for me, had shifted from folk dance to martial arts. Perhaps by her own design, the Intermediate 2 students finished the homework Yang Laoshi had assigned with about twenty minutes to spare. She then suggested that, as it was our last day together, we all go out to the front of the building and take a group picture. We readily agreed. Several attempts at jumping later, we had gotten a satisfactory shot of us in midair. I returned to the classroom to gather my things, hugged Yang Laoshi, wished her the best, and went out to meet my host mother.

I’m fairly certain Yichu actually works in the same building that my classroom is in, as she was just exiting an office when I greeted her. Together, the two of us exited the campus and made our way to a nearby restaurant. Yichu explained that Qinghan was currently finishing up her weekly flute lesson; we would begin eating dinner and she would make her way over independently. The food was excellent. I had some sort of beef-based broth and noodles. Following dinner, the three of us made our way to Cat Street (猫行, māo xíng) which is directly adjacent to the neighborhood our house is in and exactly what it sounds like: a street with cat-themed stores, cat murals, and live street cats. Qinghan and I visited a cat museum, which was essentially a dozen cats in a cage with a gift shop and café attached. It was there that I found a stuffed cat bearing my name (桃花, táohuā), which I promptly purchased. I’ve yet to find a definitive answer, but through various interactions with native speakers I’ve come to believe that “taohua”, in addition to literally meaning peach blossom, is used to refer to one’s luck in matters of romance and love. Between my taohua cat and my visit to Guandi Temple, I ought to be married by the end of August.

Afterwards, we ate dessert at a roadside stand selling “Four Fruit Soup” (四果汤, sì guǒ tāng), a mishmash of fruits and jelly-looking foods topped with shaved ice. I can’t say I cared much for it, but I’m glad I tried.

The rest of the evening was fairly low-key; I shared some of my art with my host family and let Qinghan use my tablet. Yichu informed me that I should get lots of rest; the 28th was to be the first of our two homestay family activity days, one of the rare instances in the program at Xiamen where we wouldn’t attend Chinese class, and one of the even rarer instances where I could get up later than seven-thirty.

I did, indeed, end up sleeping later than seven-thirty: I woke up around nine, and was greeted again by a Yichu-prepared breakfast. In addition to another helping of youtiao, she gave me an overview of the day’s schedule; I would first accompany her and Qinghan to the hospital so they could receive a type of traditional Chinese medicine that Yichu struggled to explain. She said it was made from ginger, and that they put it on during the hottest day of summer so it could make them healthier in the winter. After that, we would meet a friend of hers and his children, play golf, and finally head to Gulangyu (鼓浪屿, gǔlàngyǔ), Xiamen’s “Piano Island” and tourist hotspot.

Chinese hospitals are a fair bit quicker than American ones. After waiting for just under five minutes, we were shown into a room where Yichu briefly exchanged words with a doctor, who then invited Qinghan to bend over a hospital bed and expose a portion of her back and pressed six or seven patches onto it. Yichu received similar patches on her stomach. The whole affair concluded in about twenty minutes. On our walk to the mall (which was designated as the meeting place for us and Yichu’s friend), Qinghan inquired as to whether we utilized such patches in the States. I told her no, and she unleashed a long string of Chinese, which Yichu interpreted for me as her being jealous that Americans didn’t use them. I asked if they hurt, and Yichu said no, but they were very warm. In a climate like Xiamen’s, I could see how added heat could inspire jealousy in the heart of any 10-year-old.

The mall had at least four floors. I was exuberant. Yichu settled herself on a bench near a Starbuck’s and told Qinghan and I we could wander about until her friend arrived. Once I understood that she meant separately (my mom telling me that I didn’t have to take my little sister with me was a novel idea indeed), I visited every clothing or makeup store on the first floor, in the end buying only a wine-colored and berry-tasting lip paint and a canvas tote bag that read (in English) “Made in China”, which I found incredibly hilarious for reasons I struggle to articulate. The two were exactly the same price.

When I returned from my shopping trip, Yichu was sitting where I had left her (Qinghan in tow) and the rest of our party had yet to arrive. We waited about ten minutes more, and Yichu finally received word that they were stuck in traffic and we could go ahead and get seated for lunch without them. On our way to the 3rd floor restaurant, however, Qinghan began having some sort of issue. My Chinese wasn’t at a level where I could make out the specifics, but it seemed as though she had tired and was now electing to just drop and sit down in the middle of the mall. She and Yichu had a very heated conversation, which culminated in the latter simply walking away without Qinghan and beckoning me to follow. Writing off the ethics of leaving a child unattended in a busy shopping mall as a cultural difference, I obliged. Yichu and I put our names in and, with minimal wait, were seated at a table. She did some preliminary ordering and then left me in charge of the table while she went to retrieve Qinghan. All was well for a bit, but when a waitress approached me and began asking questions (assumedly) regarding the order in rapid-fire Mandarin with non-standard pronunciation, I began to panic. Luckily, Yichu and Qinghan arrived and the former was able to give instructions regarding…whatever was being discussed, without any input from me necessary.

Yichu’s friend (whom she knew from high school) and his children (who weren’t actually his children, but rather his nephew and two nieces) arrived shortly thereafter. The man appeared to have an excellent sense of humor, but his thick accent (I believe it to be the Xiamen local accent; among other things, h sounds are completely ignored, turning Zhongwen (the Chinese language) into Zongwen and shide (“yes” or “indeed”) into side) gave me a lot of trouble. One of the nieces (a university student) spoke a fair bit of English, and acted as a translator at times. For the most part, I focused on my kebab.

After the meal, we headed to Furong Lake (芙蓉湖, fúróng hú), a part of the XMU campus that I had previously visited but had no qualms with seeing again. We took a route through the area that was unfamiliar to me, and it eventually led us to a golf course, where I tried my hand at the richest, whitest sport I can think of, second only to polo. I excelled, but likely only because, instead of trying to hit the ball into a hole, the goal was to hit the ball as far as you could. And I could hit real, real hard.

Seven trays of golf balls later, we backtracked away from the course and navigated the rest of Furong Lake, eventually reaching XMU’s main gate, where we rode the public bus to the ferry terminal for Gulangyu.

Upon arriving, we learned that it would be about an hour and a half’s wait before we could board the ferry. I alternated between reading (I’m currently on number three of the four poetry books I brought on the trip with me, and the last chapter of my nonfiction work), letting Qinghan play games on my phone, eating spring rolls Yichu had prepared, and visiting the public toilet. I’m fortunate to say that squatty potties no longer faze me.

The actual time spent crossing the strait is about five minutes, but the time spent going through security and shuffling on and off the vessel doubles that number. It was dusk when we set foot on the island; after an extensive photoshoot for me by the main sign we made our way to a shopping street. I entered a generalized candy store; I was offered a free sample of a drink that tasted exactly like American cherry-flavored liquid medicine, and was ready to leave the store when I tried “milk pinecone”. I’m not sure what it is, but it’s definitely not actually pinecone. I believe it was some sort of white chocolate. In any case, it was delicious, and I bought a box, which I then ate for lunch the day after. I also purchased (from different stores) a necklace, as well as a bracelet to replace an identical one I had bought at Kaiyuan Temple and then proceeded to break a few days after. I visited the Chinese version of America’s Lush, which sold bath bombs and facial soaps aplenty, and saw a genuine, live pig just sitting in a cage on the street and, in a different area, a very large rat.

For whatever reason, people I interacted with made more frequent references to my being hunxue’er (mixed race, as you may remember from a previous post) than I had previously encountered. The highlight was an older woman who stopped me on the street, presumably ready to offer me a free sample of the food at her restaurant or a flyer advertising a sale at her clothing store, looked at me, threw her plans out the window, and asked if I was hunxue’er. When I said I was, she pumped her fist, said, “很棒!” (Hěn bàng; “so awesome!”) and walked away.

A little past nine in the evening, my enthusiasm was beginning to wane a bit as I thought of the full day of school awaiting me on the 29th. Our party’s meander home, however, was interrupted when we passed a seafood restaurant and everyone (author excluded) decided they were ready for round two of dinner. It was more of a snack than a meal, but it was enough—by the time we boarded the ferry back to Xiamen, it was ten o’clock. On the mainland (figuratively speaking, of course: Xiamen is actually an island. Gulangyu is just a smaller island. Like Pluto, if it had a moon.) we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Yichu took Qinghan and me to the curb, where she was among a herd of people attempting to hail taxis. No luck. We jaywalked across the street to a bus stop, and Yichu examined the timetables. Everything would take us further away. Already heightened by the time delay of the impromptu meal, my stress levels were through the roof. We went through an underground tunnel and reached another bus stop. At this one, we waited for a bus and rode it for four stops or so. We got off, walked about two blocks, and were greeted with the familiar sight of neon-lit ears, tails, and whiskers.

I’ve never been so glad to see a street full of cat paraphernalia in my life.

[deanandcastrash]

guys, the weirdest thing happened today

so i was taking the practice ACT and in the reading part, there was this passage. and as i began to read it, only into the first few sentences, this  feeling washed over me like i had wrote this before, and i continued to read and i seriously thought that it was my writing.

so i skipped to this part where i knew a character name would be, but the name was different. i glanced at the copyright and it said 1957.

so i read the whole thing and was shook.

it was a bit different from my own, but it wasssss sooooo simmiiillaar.

look, ill show you cause thats how shook i am.

the passage was adapted from the essay “Just This Side of Byzantium” by Ray Bradbury

here are the first few sentences of it:

“I began to learn the nature of surprises, thankfully, when I was fairly young as a writer. Before that, like every beginner, I thought you could beat, pummel, and thrash an idea into existence. Under such treatment, of course, any decent idea folds up its paws, turns on its back, fixes its eyes on eternity, and dies.“

Now, here are the few sentences of mine (which is part of a fanfic i posted on tumblr 5 months ago. heres a link to the post )

“Being a writer, forcing ideas into the world came naturally, and it was a bad habit that Castiel had to learn how to break. When he was younger-a young writer-Castiel used to think something so far out there was great, and he would force it into words, onto a page that it didn’t fit. Those ideas would turn into these rabid monsters, clawing at the page, chewing up each letter of each word between their sharp teeth. He knew he had to learn to let it come naturally, but he didn’t know exactly what that consisted of. He didn’t know how to do that.”

we both used personification, giving a thing-an idea-living characteristics. we both had young writer characters. (im bolding the parts that are similar.)

heres the rest of bradburys (this is passage a, there was also a passage b that i will get to later)

“ It was with great relief, then, that in my early twenties I floundered into a word-association process in which I simply got out of bed each morning, walked to my desk, and put down any word or series of words that happened along in my head. 

I would then take arms against the word, or for it, and bring on an assortment of characters to weigh the word and show me its meaning in my own life. An hour or two hours later, to my amazement, a new story would be finished and done. The surprise was total and lovely. I soon found that I would have to work this way for the rest of my life. 

First I rummaged my mind for words that could describe my personal nightmares, fears of night and time from my childhood, and shaped stories from these.

Then I took a long look at the green apple trees and the old house I was born in and the house next door where lived my grandparents, and all the lawns of the summers I grew up in, and I began to try words for all that.

I had to send myself back, with words as catalysts, to open the memories out and see what they had to offer.

So from the age of twenty-four to thirty-six hardly a day passed when I didn’t stroll myself across a recollection of my grandparents’ northern Illinois grass, hoping to come across some old half-burnt firecracker, a rusted toy, or a fragment of letter written to myself in some young year hoping to contact the older person I became to remind him of his past, his life, his people, his joys, and his drenching sorrows.

Along the way I came upon and collided, through word-association, with old and true friendships. I borrowed my friend John Huff from my childhood in Arizona and shipped him East to Green Town so that I could say good-bye to him properly.

Along the way, I sat me down to breakfasts, lunches, and dinners with the long dead and much loved.

Thus I fell into surprise. I came on the old and best ways of writing through ignorance and experiment and was startled when truths leaped out of bushes like quail before gunshot. I blundered into creativity as any child learning to walk and see. I learned to let my senses and my Past tell me all that was somehow true.”

mine:

“One morning, after many countless nights sitting behind a blinking cruiser, Castiel got up out of bed, turned on his computer, and wrote the first thing that came to his mind and everything that came to his mind until he had a string of words lines long in front of that blinking cruiser. He wrote mostly of his life, things that meant a lot to him. It was the most fun to write about. It surprised him so much-that he had written so much-that he knew that this is what he must do. This was the only natural thing he knew to write. 

So every morning for quite a few years, Castiel would get up and sit behind the computer. Sometimes for hours, sometimes for just a few minuets, and he would write about everything that came to his mind (or mostly everything).

Once he got better at writing; once he felt more confident, he would stare at a word on the page and weigh it down with his arms, his arms that carried his life- his memories.

He picked the words that could support the weight. He picked the words that could handle the pressure.

Soon though, Castiel began losing the details of his childhood. He couldn’t remember his beloved cats name he had through middle school.

So, one morning, sitting behind his computer screen, behind that blinking cruiser, Castiel took a trip to his grandparents house back in Kansas.

He walked up to the front lawn. He felt the grass in his fingers. He walked inside, and he didn’t look at the neighbors house next door.

Each morning, Castiel explored each room. He looked desperately for some old toys he might have left behind, or some forgotten memories.

Each morning, Castiel took a trip to the place he used to call home.

It had been months, and Castiel had only found a few things that he hadn’t expected; only small surprises had occurred recently. Nothing big enough to satisfy his writer needs.

It had been several months more before Castiel gave in. He wasn’t going to find any bigger surprise than the thing he was sure he was hiding.

One morning, when Castiel woke up, his black hair littered with gray, his eyes once a bright blue and full with life, now dull and dark, he sat behind his computer for the first time in years. He stared at the blinking cruiser before him.

Castiel had stopped writing. He had stopped trying to remember specific details because there was this one huge detail that was always getting in the way. But this morning, for some reason, was different.

Castiel closed his eyes, and he typed.

Cas took a trip to his grandparents house, but once he got there, he knocked on the neighbors door.”

UM WOW. WOW. okay this is was more exciting for me than it is for you because i wrote this but still. i know so many people have written so many things that some ought to be similar, but still. this is cra

passage b is the memory that he makes up from ‘visiting’. its written like its actually happened. here it is (by bradbury)

“The facts about John Huff, aged twelve, are simple and soon stated. He could pathfind more trails than anyone since time began, could leap from the sky like a chimpanzee from a vine, could live underwater two minutes and slide fifty yards downstream from where you last saw him. The baseballs you pitched him he hit in the apple trees, knocking down harvests. He ran laughing. He sat easy. He was not a bully. He was kind. He knew the names of all the wild flowers and when the moon would rise and set. He was, in fact, the only god living in the whole of Green Town, Illinois, during the twentieth century that Douglas Spaulding knew of. And right now he and Douglas were hiking out beyond town on another warm and marble-round day, the sky blue blown-glass reaching high, the creeks bright with mirror waters fanning over white stones. It was a day as perfect as the flame of a candle. 

Douglas walked through it thinking it would go on this way forever. The sound of a good friend whistling like an oriole, pegging the softball, as you horsedanced, key-jingled the dusty paths; things were at hand and would remain. 

It was such a fine day and then suddenly a cloud crossed the sky, covered the sun, and did not move again. 

John Huff had been speaking quietly for several minutes. Now Douglas stopped on the path and looked over at him. 

“John, say that again.” 

“You heard me the first time, Doug.” 

“Did you say you were—going away?”

John took a yellow and green train ticket solemnly from his pocket and they both looked at it. 

“Tonight!” said Douglas. “My gosh! Tonight we were going to play Red Light, Green Light and Statues! How come, all of a sudden? You been here in Green Town all my life. You just don’t pick up and leave!” 

“It’s my father,” said John. “He’s got a job in Milwaukee. We weren’t sure until today . . . ” They sat under an old oak tree on the side of the hill looking back at town. Out beyond, in sunlight, the town was painted with heat, the windows all gaping. Douglas wanted to run back in there where the town, by its very weight, its houses, their bulk, might enclose and prevent John’s ever getting up and running off.”

splendid. mine is written with two parts as well, but its wayy longer. so ill just add the first few sentences.

“Dean Winchester was just about the worst behaved seventeen year olds to live in Lawrence Kansas, and Lawerence was a big city. He walked big and acted bigger. He did the normal rebellious teenage number, you know, stealing things from the gas station and keying peoples cars. Getting and giving illegal tattoos. Most people saw him for just that, a teenage guy who smokes, skips school, and gives no shits, but when Castiel met him back when he was only a twelve year old shy-guy, he saw him for who he really was. 

Dean loved his brother more than he loved himself, and he would do anything for him, and even though Castiel was three-and-a-half months older than Dean, he looked up to him because of it.  

Castiel knew who he really was, and even as they began to drift apart and Dean started wearing too much flannel and listening to so much rock and put on this persona that was oh-so familiar to his dad, Castiel still remembered who he was.

 Castiel was still his best friend, even though he wrote as many words as Dean listened to in his music, and owned as many scratchy green and purple sweaters as Dean had green and purple flannel.Castiel was actually wearing his greenest sweater when he knocked on Deans door after school one day, and he grinned when he saw him. 

“Hey, Cas. Been a while.”

“Well, if you went to school it wouldn’t seem so long.”

“Yeah, well, that school thing really isn’t my thing.”

“Too bad.”Dean nodded and grinned at his sweater again. 

“Let’s go somewhere, yeah?”

“Sure.” Castiel shrugged and watched as Dean yelled inside to tell his brother he would ‘be out with Cas for a while’.

Cas followed Dean to his car and he started it up and drove out of the driveway. Things were a lot different from what they were when they were twelve.”

but yeah. a destiel fic so similar to short writing by the guy who wrote fahrenheit 451. im shook.

tell me what you think of this. is this some cool phenomenon that has a name?

[authoralicesprings]

Twilight’s Love Volume Two: Rainbow’s Love

by Stormbringer

This story is a sequel to:

Twilight’s Love Volume One: It Begins

Six months into wedded bliss, Rainbow is having nightmares because of a hidden past.  Something she hadn't shared with anypony other than her school best friend Fluttershy.  Now just as Twilight helps get a handle on her wife's issue, tragedy strikes which threatens Rainbow's new happiness and Rainbow must confront her estranged sister.

Meanwhile, Scootaloo loses another foster family.  In the middle of her sorrows, an unlikely pony comes to comfort her.

Rainbow and Scootaloo learn about the strength of family and love.

PART ONE: Rainbow’s Dream

Rainbow was sitting in the park.  Her friends were there all happy and joyous.  They were eating picnic lunches, romping on the green or engaged in games.  They were also accompanied by foals and stallions or other mares.  The stallions Rainbow didn’t recognize but somehow she knew these were her friends’ husbands and partners.  The foals of varying ages, their children.  They were all different; Rarity and Applejack had a very beautiful filly with which Rarity was constantly fussing over.  Pinkie and her stallion were perpetually and happily chasing after no less than half a dozen fillies and colts.  It was the same with the rest of her friends to differing degrees.  

“I’ve begged you not to come here,” said a familiar voice.

Rainbow turned and there stood her beloved Twilight, tears in her beautiful purple eyes.  Rainbow was at a loss, why would Twilight ask her not to come to the park?

“Why Lover-Pony?”

“Because it always makes you sad,” said Twilight starting to cry, “you get so upset you married me, because you’ll never have children.  I’m afraid one day you’ll not come home from here because you went off to find somepony else so you can have a foal.”

“Upset I married you?” said Rainbow in unbelief; “I want nothing else in life.”

“Nothing?” asked Twilight.

Rainbow looked around; she felt the seeds of envy looking on her friends and their children.  

There was one little foal that was away from everypony else, a little Pegasus colt of brown with a red, yellow and blue mane and tail.  He was just sitting on a blanket by himself looking sadly at Rainbow.  The sight of him was tearing her heart out.

“I thought as much,” said Twilight sadly kissing Rainbow, “I’ll give you what you want.  Goodbye My Love, remember your wife always loved you.”

There was a flash of magic and then on the lawn was now a grave, the Headstone read:

                                         TWILIGHT DASH     SHE COULDN’T LIVE WITHOUT RAINBOW’S LOVE                                  AMICITIA MAGIA EST

Rainbow fell to her knees, she could see the soul of Twilight ascending to Elysium.  Rainbow was wanting to die as well.

“OH FAUST, TWILIGHT! PLEASE TAKE ME WITH YOU!  DON’T LEAVE ME TOO!” screamed Rainbow sitting up in bed, a cold sweat drenched her.

“Honey! Honey!” said Twilight shaking Rainbow.  “It was a dream!  I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.”

Rainbow wrapped her forelegs and wings around her purple wife and buried her face in Twilight’s chest.  Rainbow was weeping uncontrollably.

“That dream again?” asked Twilight.

Unfortunately, Rainbow had been having this dream every week or so for the last couple months, Twilight was starting to be concerned.

All Rainbow could do was nod her head; she wasn’t in any hurry to let go of Twilight, not even a little bit.

“Calm down my Love, there no such thing as suicide spells.  Despondent and depressed Unicorns have tried, but it doesn’t work, so don’t even think it.  

Besides, I love you and I’m not leaving the greatest thing to ever happen to me.” Said Twilight reassuringly stroking Rainbow’s mane, as she held her close.  

“Honey, Honey, I’m not going to go anywhere, not without you!”

Twilight held Rainbow and rocked her gently.  Soon the blue Pegasus had her fears under control.  The two lay back, Rainbow folded her wings but still holding each other.

“Honey, may I ask a question,” said Twilight timidly.

“You can always ask me anything Lover-Pony,” said Rainbow, looking in her wife’s eyes.

“Don’t be mad at me for asking, and I don’t mean anything by it,” said Twilight, “but because of the dreams, do you have any regrets marring me?  It was sprung on us.”

“Don’t even think thoughts like that,” said Rainbow.  “I truly wish I could’ve known how you felt all along, we could’ve been married sooner.”

“I know, my Darling,” said Twilight snuggling closer, “but I’m wondering why you’re having dreams about foals.  Did you think you’d want foals when you were growing up?”

There was one thing Rainbow hadn’t told Twilight, that one thing.  Fluttershy was the only other pony who knew.  But if Rainbow really loved Twilight, she needed to tell her, maybe she should’ve told her before now.  Perhaps it was time to bring it out to everypony.  

Maybe a part of her life can be made right if not whole.

“The only other pony who knows this is Fluttershy,” said Rainbow with a faraway look in her eyes, “but when I was in high school in Cloudsdale, a little older than Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle or Scootaloo, I got pregnant.  I wasn’t even sure who the father was.”

‘That explains the ample breasts,’ thought Twilight.  

“I wasn’t going to go through with it,” said Rainbow, “but my sister talked me out of it.  She convinced me my stupidity wasn’t the baby’s fault.  She said I had to show responsibility.  If I was ‘adult’ enough to get pregnant, then I should be ‘adult’ enough to be there for the child.  

So I went through the eleven months and it put a kink in my high school life.  I didn’t get to play sports and it made me mad.  It made me think if I was single and kept the child, I could never be the athlete I wanted to be, I couldn’t be free to be the ‘wild’ Rainbow Dash I enjoyed being.  So I decided I’d give the baby up at birth, I didn’t tell my sister, I knew she’d stop me.”

Rainbow paused; her voice was getting shaky.  She swallowed hard and continued.

“When the time came, and the child was delivered, they took him almost immediately.  

         I did get to hold him...  

                   One time...

                             Only for a minute...

He was so beautiful, I almost couldn’t go through with it.  But the nurse carried him out of the room and as far as I know, I’ve never seen him again.”

Tears were pouring from Rainbow’s eyes.

“My sister was furious with me and threw me out.  She’s had nothing to do with me since.  

Fluttershy was my closest friend at the time and luckily her parents took pity on me and let me stay with them.”

Rainbow looked into Twilight’s eyes, it was the most pitiful and heart rending look Twilight had ever seen.

“Twilight,” said Rainbow, choking back the sobs, “I miss my baby!  I... I... I never even got to name him.”

Twilight held Rainbow close; it was hard to tell which pony was crying harder.

“Oh Rainbow, My Love, My Love!” said Twilight sobbing, stroking Rainbow’s mane, “I’m so, so sorry!”  

The two eventually got their crying under control.  Twilight held Rainbow and gently stroked her mane until she went back to sleep.  

Twilight’s mind was racing, trying to figure how to make this better.  She knew if the foal had been adopted, the adoption records were sealed and normally would be impossible to get information on where the foal would’ve went.  

She then thought perhaps with her connection with Princess Celestia she could use some leverage to find out about where the colt may’ve gone.

But this would be improper for her to ask her mentor to do, and even if the princess did, it’d be unfair for any adoptive parents to have the princess invade their privacy.  

‘I’m now a ‘Dash’,’ thought Twilight.  ‘I need to do something more aggressive than I would’ve normally done...

But what?’

That morning both ponies woke with difficulty due to interrupted sleep.  But the two and Spike ate breakfast, Rainbow kissed Twilight as she left for her daily weather duties and Twilight busied herself with the business of the library.

Later, almost like clockwork, about thirty minutes after school had let out (long enough to stop by Sugarcube Corner for a treat) the Cutie Mark Crusaders entered the library.  They’d come to work on their homework and get help understanding the harder concepts from Twilight.  

But today, they were one Crusader short.

“Hi girls,” said Twilight, then noticing there were only two, “didn’t Scootaloo go to school today.”

“She was there, Mrs. Dash,” said Apple Bloom, “but she had to go home to finish packin’.”

“Her foster family is moving to Baltamare and now Scoot has to move back into the Children’s Home,” finished Sweetie Belle.

“Oh dear!” said Twilight, “that’s like the third time this year.  

Oh and girls, I keep telling you that you can still call me Twilight.  I may be married to Rainbow, but I’m still the same pony who’s been a friend to your sisters and to you.”

Twilight helped the girls with their homework.  Then when they left, Twilight thought about the issue of Rainbow’s dreams.

‘I said I need to just do something aggressive and I think I know what I can try.’ Thought Twilight, ‘if it works it might solve two problems.’

“Spike!” shouted Twilight to her assistant, “watch the library and if Rainbow comes home early, tell her I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Sure thing Twi,” responded Spike from a different room.

Twilight vanished with a flash.

It was a hard day getting ready for the big storm due tomorrow.  Rainbow was so looking forward to a great meal and evening with her beloved Twilight.

Rainbow was met at the door by Twilight; she was excited to have Rainbow home, almost more than usual.  After a kiss she’d been waiting for all day, Rainbow went and washed up for dinner.

As Rainbow sat at the table she noticed there was an extra place set.  Twilight sat by Rainbow and gave Rainbow a kiss and then she called out.

“Time to eat, get down here while it’s still hot.”

PART TWO: Scootaloo’s Dream

Scootaloo was disappointed, once again.  She was just getting comfortable with a foster family, and this time she had her own room.   Now she’d be put back in a room with three or more other fillies.  

For the first time in a long time, Scootaloo was dreading school ending for the weekend.  She had to go get the rest of her stuff and carry it back to the Home and have to start the process of getting used to being back in the group setting.

Suddenly Miss Cheerilee interrupted her funk.

“Scootaloo,” said the teacher, “didn’t you hear the bell?  Time to go home.”

“Sorry Miss Cheerilee,” said Scoot, “I didn’t hear.”

“Aren’t you wanting to go home?  It’s the weekend.”  Said the Teacher, then she remembered, “oh yes, sorry Scootaloo, I’m sure it’ll work out.”

Scootaloo smiled but really she wasn’t so sure.  Gathering her things she left the school and walked to Sugarcube Corner.

“Hi ya Scoot!” said Apple Bloom, “I thought you weren’t comin’.  We would’ve waited on you.”

“I’m not staying,” said Scootaloo quite down. “I thought I’d see you girls before going to get the rest of my stuff and then take it to the Home.  I don’t know if I’ll get to see you this weekend, I have to settle back into being in a group.  They always have chores and other things to do.  So I’ll probably not see you until school on Monday.”

“It’ll all be okay,” said Sweetie Belle, “you’ll see.  It’ll all work out.”

Scootaloo tried to smile.

“Sure,” said the Pegasus filly, “maybe I’ll get my cutie mark for not having a home.”

Despite her act in trying to be cool and not mushy, Scootaloo accepted the group hug from her friends.  Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle each gave Scootaloo one of their cookies, which brought the first real smile to her face.

“Thanks girls,” said Scoot, “see you later.”

The saddlebags were heavy, but Scoot didn’t want to make two trips.  The Hayfields were waiting for Scootaloo to collect all her stuff so they could say their goodbye.  They really were a good family and they liked Scootaloo a lot.  But with their move to Baltamare, it was time to let Scootaloo go back to the Home, they hadn’t planned on any long term commitment.  They did have a quick snack prepared for her and helped get her saddle bags packed, it was an hour and a half which went by both too fast and too slow.

As Scootaloo trudged through Ponyville, she saw a shadow pass over; looking up she saw Rainbow Dash fly past.  Ever since the camping trip, Rainbow had tried to make as much time as she could to see and do something fun with Scootaloo.  Scootaloo was afraid at first with Rainbow being now married to Twilight, Rainbow wouldn’t have the time to spare for her.  

But it was a pleasant surprise that Twilight had made sure that Rainbow had kept up the get-togethers.  And in spite of wanting to spend time with Rainbow Dash, Scootaloo found it was just as enjoyable when Twilight came along also.  Scootaloo never realized Twilight could be so fun!  And in spite of being so reserved, Twilight could tell some spooky ghost stories.  But if Rainbow married her, then there must be something to the brainy mare.

As she turned the corner for the last half mile of her walk, she came to the part she dreaded worse.  She had to go past Rich’s Barnyard Bargains, and sure enough, there in front of the store were Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.  They just looked at Scoot.   Silver Spoon said something to Diamond Tiara, it appeared a conversation was taking place.  Diamond nodded her head and dashed into the store, she was soon back out.  Then she and Silver were walking her way.  Scootaloo was too weighed down by the bags to rush past and she had enough dignity to not run away, however, Scootaloo was surprised.

“Scootaloo, please wait,” said Diamond in a normal voice, not her snide condescending voice which she normally used when talking to Scoot and her friends.

“I have to get these to the Children’s Home,” said Scootaloo, confused what her frenemies were up to.

“Please wait Scootaloo,” said Silver in an equally civil tone.  “Just rest a bit, we brought you a cold drink.”

Diamond offered Scootaloo a cold bottle of soda pop, Scoot accepted with a ‘thank you’.  Scoot was also surprised it wasn’t tainted with pepper or vinegar.

“Here,” said Diamond, “we know you’ve carried those bags a ways, let us help you the rest of the way.”

“Why so nice?” said Scootaloo.

“We might kick you when you aren’t looking,” said Silver Spoon, taking one of the heavy bags from Scootaloo and putting it on her own back.

“But we won’t kick you when you’re down,” said Diamond Tiara, taking the other bag.

“Thank you girls,” said Scoot, “they were getting a bit much.”

“No problem,” said Diamond with a smile, “but if you tell anypony we were nice to you...”

“We’ll deny it!” finished Silver.

The two laughed to let Scootaloo know they were only half serious.

“I’d have it no other way,” said Scoot, joining the laughter.

As they walked along, they talked about school and the summer vacation was coming up soon.  There were no talks of cutie marks or ‘blank flanks’.  Scootaloo was starting to regret Diamond and Silver held animosity against the Cutie Mark Crusaders, she was finding the two fillies, down deep weren’t bad, but she’d always suspected it.

When they got to the Home, Scootaloo thanked the girls who actually gave her a quick hug.  

As they left they called out.

“See you at school, blank flank!”

But they all laughed.

Scootaloo dragged the saddle bags into the reception area.  To her surprise, all of her things which had been brought over already, were sitting out there on the floor and not in her new room.

“Oh Scootaloo,” said Candy Mane, the mare who ran the Home.  “I’m so sorry we didn’t catch you before having to bring that all here.”

“What do you mean?” asked the filly.

“There’s already a family who wants to take you in, they’re in the office filling out the paperwork to start the adoption process,” said Candy Mane with a smile.  “A wagon will be by soon to pick up your things.”

“Adoption? Who?” said Scootaloo, excited but cautious.

“That’d be me,” said the voice of a pony coming into the reception area.

Scootaloo turned and saw the very familiar mare and understood what living with her would mean.

“No way!” replied Scoot, her face about to split from the smile.

The mare’s face beamed as well.

It was a hard day getting ready for the big storm due tomorrow.  Rainbow was so looking forward to a great meal and evening with her beloved Twilight.

Rainbow was met at the door by Twilight; she was excited to have Rainbow home, almost more than usual.  After a kiss she’d been waiting for all day, Rainbow went and washed up for dinner.

As Rainbow sat at the table she noticed there was an extra place set.  Twilight sat by Rainbow and gave Rainbow a kiss and then she called out.

“Time to eat, get down here while it’s still hot.”

“Do we have a visitor, Lover-Pony?” asked Rainbow.

Twilight levitated the dishes of food to the table.  Rainbow levitated the glasses to the table; two wine, one water and one which looked like a hay smoothie.

“No visitor,” said Twilight, “more like a long term guest.  I hope you won’t mind, but now that I’m a ‘Dash’, I kind of wanted to be like you and be proactive.”

“About what?” asked Rainbow intrigued.

“There’s a pony who really needs our help,” Twilight said with a smile which lit up the room.

“What? Pinkie Pie didn’t get enough dinner at Sugarcube Corner again?” laughed Rainbow.

They both laughed.

“Probably not,” said Twilight, “but she’s isn’t the pony.”

Rainbow then heard claw and hoof steps on the stair.  First entered Spike then a well know filly.

“Hello Rainbow.”

“Squirt!” said Rainbow excitedly.  

“She had to go back to the Children’s Home,” said Twilight, “I think she needs to have ponies devoted to guide her with a long term commitment.  And I think you need to have some distraction Honey.  I think this could take care of two problems.  

If it’s okay with you, I told the Home that we wanted to start the adoption process.”

Rainbow looked at Twilight then Scootaloo and then at Spike.  They all were looking hopefully at Rainbow.

“Do you want to live here,” asked Rainbow almost as excited as Scoot, “with us?”

“Yes please,” said Scoot.

“Would you want us to adopt you?” asked Rainbow.

“More than anything!” said Scootaloo excitedly.

“Come over here,” said Rainbow holding out her forelegs.

Scootaloo rushed to the hug Rainbow was offering.  Twilight and Spike joined the hug.

“Welcome to the family, Squirt.”

Scootaloo was in Elysium, past foster families were friendly enough, and to a small degree, loving.  But to a pony, they were just helping to keep the Children’s Home from being overcrowded.  

But here she could feel love being offered to her as part of a family.  Not just a random filly to help out the Home.  

Scootaloo was chosen...

They wanted her!  She didn’t care about being uncool right now.  There were as many tears of joy in Twilight and Rainbow’s eyes as her own.

It was a happy evening, Rainbow and Twilight helped Scootaloo settle in.  Rainbow even went and retrieved a cloud bed from her cloud home.  Scootaloo was beside herself.  A real piece of Pegasus furniture!  Spike didn’t mind sharing his room with Scootaloo and the little filly had no problem with being in the room with Spike.

As the evening progressed, Twilight suggested they should get some rest and despite the impending storm, they’d take a ‘family outing’ the next day.  Never before had any of her previous foster families did any outing for just her.  

Spike told Twilight he’d already volunteered to help Fluttershy with some correspondence and suggested they have the shy Pegasus stay at the library.  That way they could give Scootaloo more attention.

Twilight woke up later that night to find Rainbow wasn’t in bed.  She got up and went to look for her wife.  Twilight found Rainbow in Spike and Scootaloo’s room.  Rainbow was sitting at the foot of Scoot’s bed just looking at her.

“Honey, is there something wrong?” whispered Twilight.

Rainbow turned and looked at her purple wife, there were tears in her eyes.

“I’m just thinking of what might’ve been,” said Rainbow in a low voice, “and I’m so afraid of what might happen.”

“Like what,” said Twilight, still at a whisper.  She walked to Rainbow and put a foreleg around Rainbow’s neck.

Rainbow leaned her head against Twilight; she was still looking at Scootaloo.

The little filly appeared to be sleeping soundly.

“I’ve seen all the fun and joy other parents show and I think being a single parent might not have been so bad.  Just look at Muffins, Amethyst Star and Dinky.  They always look happy together.  And me, I just threw my child away as if he was empty drink cup from Mac Donkey’s.

Now I’m so afraid I’ll screw up Scootaloo’s life.  I don’t exactly have the greatest track record as a parent.”

“Oh Honey,” said Twilight, stroking Rainbow’s mane, “you’ll be a great parent.  You’ll be at least 20% cooler than any other parent.”

Rainbow and Twilight chuckled softly.

“Let’s go back to bed,” said Twilight, looking in Rainbow’s eyes, “I know a way guaranteed to wear you out and get you back to sleep.”

Rainbow smiled at Twilight and got up to go.

The two started to leave the room when they heard the little voice of Scootaloo.

“Please don’t go,” said the filly.

Rainbow and Twilight stopped and turned around.

“Is there something wrong Sweetie?” said Twilight.

Twilight and Rainbow went and sat on either edge of Scoot’s bed.  Scootaloo sat up and was surprised to see that Twilight could sit on a cloud bed, but this wasn’t the time for that.

“I had a dream,” said Scootaloo, trying not to sound too troubled.  “I dreamt I was asleep in this bed when I heard a pony come in the room.”

“It was us,” said Rainbow.

“No,” replied Scootaloo, “I looked and it was a Pegasus colt about my age.”

Rainbow and Twilight looked at each other.

“He walked up to me and said, ‘I’m so glad you’re here.  Please take care of my mommy for me, I’ll never get the chance now.  

Tell her it’s not her fault, I’m not mad at her and I’ll always love her.’

Then he smiled and just disappeared.  Next thing I knew I heard the two of you whispering.”

Rainbow looked troubled.

“What did he look like?” asked Rainbow.

Scootaloo thought for a moment, then she said.

“He was brown with a red, yellow and blue mane and tail.”

“It was him!” said Rainbow, tears starting to form.

“Who?” asked the filly.

“I think you should tell her,” said Twilight, “especially if she’s to be a part of this family.”

Rainbow looked at Twilight, her purple wife saw the sadness and guilt on Rainbow face, but Rainbow slowly nodded.

“Scootaloo,” said Rainbow, “you have the right to know this.  It may affect your decision to be with us.

When I was in high school, not much older than you, I was very stupid.”

“You’re not stupid!” said Scootaloo in defense of her hero.

“I think Twilight might argue that point sometimes,” said Rainbow, Twilight was nodding but a pony could tell she didn’t mean it, Scootaloo giggled, even Rainbow smiled.

“But I was stupid then.  I know at your age and what they teach in school you’re aware of what sex is and what it’s all about.”

Scootaloo nodded her head; both Rainbow and Twilight were glad they didn’t have to have that talk with their foster daughter.

“I never paid attention to the warnings, I only thought it was just for fun.  With as few colts as there were, it was a way I could get colts to like me,” said Rainbow, swallowing hard to fortify her nerves.  

“Well, it caught up with me and I found myself pregnant.  I was a freshman in high school, no parents of my own, and only an older sister.  I didn’t even have a good idea who the father of the child was.”

Scootaloo’s face was blank not knowing what to think so far.

“After the eleven months, I had a beautiful little colt,” continued Rainbow, tears streaming from her eyes, “a beautiful little colt I gave up for adoption right away.  I only saw and held him once.  He was brown with a red, yellow and blue mane and tail.”

“Why did you give him up for adoption?” asked Scootaloo, tears starting to form and feeling the pain again of being an abandoned child.

“I told you,” said Rainbow, “I was stupid.  I was only thinking of me and the ‘right now’.  I wasn’t mature enough to think of the pain to come.  

The pain I caused him when he was old enough to know his mother didn’t want him and just gave him up.  

The pain I’ve felt for the loss of my only family at the time, my sister threw me out because I was so stupid.  

The pain of guilt and loss I’ve felt inside every day since the time I only thought of myself.  

And the pain I can see in your eyes now you know now what a monster I am.  I only hope one day you can forgive me.”

Scootaloo always played the ‘act now and think later’ member of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, but she was no dummy.  Like Rainbow, there was more to her than the dumb filly act.  

She could see the pain she was feeling for herself and a fellow abandoned child was nowhere as great as the pain Rainbow was showing.  It actually gave her some comfort to think her birth mother may pine for her.

Rainbow was crying hard, Twilight was holding her trying to comfort her.  Scootaloo knew if she had a foal right now, or even a few years from now, she could in no way handle it.  With the pain of her abandonment put into perspective, seeing there really can be another side to it.  Scootaloo found it easy to forgive Rainbow, and somehow it made her hero a more real pony.  

The thought of her dream came back to her.

‘If he can forgive her and still love her, so can I,’ thought Scootaloo.  

She realized what all this could mean.  She could have something she’d never had before and never thought she would have.

“I’ll forgive you under one condition,” said Scootaloo with tears in her own eyes.

“What’s that Sweetheart?” asked Twilight, still comforting Rainbow.

“I’ll forgive you only if I can call you both...

Mom.  

I’ve never had a mom.” Said Scootaloo choking back a sob.

Rainbow spun around so fast neither Twilight nor Scootaloo saw her do it.  But she scooped up Scootaloo and was holding her close.

“I’d be honored to be your mom,” said Rainbow kissing the little filly on the top of her head over and over.

“As would I, “ said Twilight joining the hug, she was starting to cry as well.

“I’ve never had a mom before, and now I have two!” said Scootaloo, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.

PART THREE: And Scootaloo Makes Three

The sound of the rain against the window slowly roused Scootaloo from a very pleasant sleep.  She could feel a pony on each side of her; they were lightly holding her.  It felt so nice.  Scootaloo opened her eyes, she was in Rainbow and Twilight’s room.  Both Rainbow and Twilight were looking at her.

“It wasn’t a dream?” asked Scootaloo.

“No dream Squirt,” said Rainbow, “you’re stuck with us.”

Scootaloo reached out her forelegs and put them around Twilight and Rainbow’s neck and pulled them close in a hug.  Then she gave each one a quick kiss.

“I love my moms!” said the filly.

“We love you too, Sweetheart,” said Twilight.  “But we need to get up and get going, we’ve some place to go before we go for a ride.”

“A ride, where?” asked Scoot.

“Are all Pegasi this impatient?” Asked Twilight to Rainbow.

“Get used to it, Lover-Pony,” said Rainbow with that smirk of hers, “you’ve got two to deal with now.”

“You’ll see,” said Rainbow to Scootaloo, “so get up, take a shower.  And don’t leave a mess.”

“I won’t,” said Scootaloo scrambling over Twilight, who tickled the filly as she passed.  Apparently, Scootaloo was ticklish as Twilight.

“And don’t get used to this,” said Rainbow, “it was a special occasion.”

“I know mom,” said Scootaloo giggling all the way to the bathroom.

After, Twilight and Rainbow shared a shower; Twilight got Scootaloo to help make breakfast.  Twilight was pleased Scootaloo knew how to cook.  She explained at the Home, the kids shared all the chores.  This included assisting in cooking the meals when the filly or colt is old enough.  

Rainbow had Spike make a quick run to Fluttershy.

Twilight and Rainbow were dressed in nice dresses; Rainbow was even wearing makeup.  Scootaloo had to admit it wasn’t so sissy looking on Rainbow or Twilight for that matter.

Twilight had a couple of saddle bags packed and waiting by the door.

After they’d eaten, Spike returned with the yellow Pegasus.  Fluttershy had an entourage of woodland creatures with her.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” asked Twilight.

“I’ll be happy to watch the library,” said Fluttershy, “and I’m so happy for you, Scootaloo.”

“Thank you Fluttershy,” said the filly, “I still can’t believe it’s real.”

“Well, it’s real,” said Rainbow, “but we better get moving.  We’ve a pony waiting on us.

Spike, Fluttershy, there’s breakfast in the kitchen.  If you need us while we’re gone, have Spike send a message.”

Twilight cast a protection spell which put a shield of purple around the three ponies as they walked, Scootaloo was so excited.  She’d never been around a lot of Unicorn magic, and now she was living with the most powerful Unicorn in Equestria.  Plus, she was surprised Rainbow could us magic to levitate objects.  Rainbow reassured Scootaloo her moms would teach her this.  

‘Sweetie Belle is going to be so jealous,’ thought Scootaloo.

They walked the short distance to Carousel Boutique.  As they approached they saw Applejack leaving, Rarity gave her a kiss and then Applejack trotted off in the direction of Sweet Apple Acres.  As you would expect from a farm pony, she was oblivious to the rain.  

Applejack had moved in with Rarity soon after Twilight and Rainbow’s return as Mrs. and Mrs. Dash.  

Rarity saw the trio and waved them to hurry in out of the rain.

“I understand congratulations are in order Darling,” said Rarity to Scootaloo, “Twilight sent me a message last evening letting me know the good news and gave me an idea of what she was wanting.  I have to tell you, when Sweetie Belle heard, she squealed with joy for a half hour.

Now if you’ll step into the changing room, I’ve some dresses for you to try on.”

“Dresses?”

“Yes, dresses,” said Rainbow, “they’re cooler than you might think.  Give it a try.”

“But I’ll look like a sissy!”

“Do I look like a sissy? Does Twilight look like a sissy?” asked Rainbow.

“Well... No,” admitted Scootaloo.

“Don’t you want to make a good first impression when you meet your new grandmother and grandfather?” asked Twilight.

“Grandmother! Grandfather!” Said Scootaloo, almost in shock.  The little filly had never even considered such a thing, another answer to her dreams and prayers.

“Where’s those dresses?”

All the ponies laughed as Scootaloo went with Rarity into one of the dressing rooms.  The white Unicorn would come out of the room after some pins, needles or thread.  Then would return to the dressing room.

Soon Rarity and Scootaloo came out of the dressing room.  Scootaloo was wearing a lovely little dress with lace trim.  The filly was looking like she was feeling out of place but she had to admit it was comfortable and it didn’t look all that bad.

Although Scootaloo was uncomfortable with the thought of wearing dresses, she was actually thrilled to have brand new clothing which were for her only.  No hand-me-downs or charity.  These were made and fitted for her!

Rarity levitated a bag to Twilight.

“These all fit well,” said Rarity, “she looks like a little doll.”

Rainbow levitated a bag of bits to Rarity, who levitated them back to Rainbow.

“This is on me,” said Rarity, “call it a ‘Welcome To Your New Family’ gift for Scootaloo."

There were hugs all around, the bag with the dresses was added to Twilight’s saddle bag and the little family headed back out.

“Thank you Rarity,” called out Scoot as she and her moms walked away from the Boutique with Rarity standing in the doorway waving.

The three walked to the train station.  As they waited, Twilight went to the ticket window and was back to them in no time.  They boarded the train, and Scootaloo took a seat by the window.

“Hold on Squirt,” said Rainbow, “we aren’t sitting here.”

“Where’re we going to sit?”

“Up front,” said Twilight.

“The engine?” asked Scootaloo confused.

“No you silly filly,” said Twilight with a chuckle, “we have a First Class cabin.”

“First Class?’ said the filly, “That’s cool!”

“Yes it is, so come on,” said Rainbow, “the train will be leaving soon.”

They found their cabin and settled in, Scootaloo was in awe.  She’d only ridden in the coach section and usually with a lot of other ponies around.  Here she had one whole bench to herself.  Her bench faced the other bench where Rainbow and Twilight were setting.  The benches were soft and padded whereas the coach benches were always padded but hard.  

The two new moms were holding hooves and gave each other a small kiss after they sat.  There was a window Scootaloo didn’t have to share with anypony but her family; it had a small table mounted under it.  She’d never traveled in this much comfort before.  

Almost as soon as the train was going, a cart stopped by to ask if any refreshments were wanted.

“Want a treat Sweetie?” asked Twilight.

“Yes ma’am,” said Scootaloo.

“We’ll take six oatmeal cookies and three fruit juices.” Said Rainbow.

The three sat nibbling on the treats, Scootaloo watched out the window as the world went by.  

As they reached White Tail Woods, they left the zone of rain and the sun was shining.  They were soon done with the cookies, Twilight spoke up.

“I know this has been fast, and I hope you’ll continue to like us once you’ve lived with us for a while.”

All three ponies chuckled.

“We’ve a couple hours until we get there.  So do you have any questions, now the initial shock has worn off and you’ve had a night to sleep on it.”

“Uh... No...” said Scootaloo almost uncertain.

“Okay Squirt,” said Rainbow, “we can hear there’s something, we’re your moms, so spill it.”

“It’s kind of personal,” said Scootaloo.

“For you or us?’ asked Twilight.

“You.”

“You can ask anything within reason,” said Rainbow, “we’re family now.”

Scootaloo smiled at the statement then took a deep breath and then looked at her moms.

“Not that I really care, but if the two of you are married and sleep together, does that mean that you’re  filly-foolers?”

Rainbow looked at Twilight, she was unsure of the term.

“Sweetie,” said Twilight, “filly-fooler is and old term.  It was once used as a label by more narrow minded ponies for mares attracted to mares.  It was then and is still used as a more derogatory and insulting name.  It gives the impression that the mare in question molests young fillies.  

Putting a label on anypony could always be considered insulting.  

If you have to have a term to separate a group, then it becomes easy to think yourself better than the group.

But if you need to have a more accurate name for our lifestyle, we prefer mare-lover.  After all, it better describes what our tastes are.”

Rainbow and Twilight looked lovingly at each other, Twilight held Rainbow’s hoof and continued.

“I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed but mares outnumber stallions in Equestria ten to one.  

So what do the ninety percent who haven’t any chance at a mate do?  

Sit around and be sad and lonely because of something they haven’t any control over?  

Do stallions take more than one wife?  No matter how committed, there’d always be one pony that’d be loved more than the others would, so there’d be animosity and jealousy.  You can’t have a healthy family like that.

Wouldn’t it be more logical if the ninety percent be allowed to find friends, companions or even lovers among the rest of the ninety percent?

And to answer your question; yes, I’m a mare-lover, I’ve always been attracted to other girls.  And there’s nothing wrong with it.”

Twilight looked at Rainbow as if for her to put in her take on this.

“I consider myself a mare-lover, now,” said Rainbow, “because I love Twilight more than anypony ever.  

I’d dated stallions in the past and even had ‘relations’ with them.”

Scootaloo smiled and blushed remembering the talk last night.

“Before Twilight, I never ever thought about being with a mare.  Now, it’s the only thing I want, as long as the mare is Twilight.”

Twilight and Rainbow smiled and kissed.

“That’s the way of it,” said Twilight, “some ponies appear to be born that way like me.”

“And for some ponies, it’s a choice they make, like me,” said Rainbow.  “Do you ask because it bothers you?”

“No mom,” said Scootaloo, “but I do have a question.”

“No!  We’re not going to tell you how two mares have sex with each other,” said Rainbow with a wicked grin, Scoot could tell she was only kidding.

“Gross, no!” said Scootaloo laughing, “I want to know by my living with you...

Do I have to like girls too?”

“No you silly filly,” said Twilight with a chuckle, “you’re free to like anypony you want, boys or girls.”

“But only when you’re older,” said Rainbow.

They all laughed and had lighter talk the rest of the trip.

The mare was getting ready to go grocery shopping, she preferred to do this early on Saturday morning.  Being a manager at the Weather Factory, the mare was privileged to have the weekends off.

She was touching up her mane when she heard the doorbell.

“Now who in the hay could that be?” she asked herself out loud.

She was afraid there was an issue at the factory and her weekend was going to be blown.

When the mare opened the door, there were two stallions wearing black business suits, white shirts and black ties.  She’d never seen them before, they looked grim.

She’d heard rumors from paranoid ponies about the dreaded PIB’s, Ponies In Black.  But they were always connected with stories about UFO’s and little green ponies.

The mare never believed in such nonsense.  

“Rainbow Dash?” asked one stallion.

“No, I’m her sister, Sunshine Dash,” said Sunshine, “Rainbow hasn’t lived here in years.  And I haven’t heard from her for about the same time.”

Suddenly Sunshine was curious.  What could anypony looking like this want with her sister?

“Is she in trouble?  Is there something I can do for you?” asked Sunshine.

The two looked at each other, the silent stallion nodded.

The stallion handed a photo to Sunshine, the picture shocked Sunshine.

“Can we come inside and talk?” he asked.

PART FOUR: Unexpected News

The train stopped at the Canterlot station.  Scootaloo was excited; she’d only been to the Capitol City on field trips.  Now she was here with no rush, no herding along with other students, just her and her new moms.  

They walked the streets with no sense of hurry.  Scootaloo was in open-eyed awe of the magnificent city.  As they passed the castle, several of the guards saw them and greeted Twilight and Rainbow by name.  Scootaloo was impressed, she knew Twilight and Rainbow were well known for their adventures.  But this put into focus how much her moms were known.  

Twilight also let Scoot know they would visit the castle while they were in Canterlot.

They walked on past the business section until they reached the residential section.  The house they stopped at was at least as large as the Children’s Home.  It wasn’t the largest house in the neighborhood, but it was larger than most of the houses in Ponyville, as were most of the houses in the area.  Twilight and Rainbow walked to the door, Twilight opened it and Scootaloo followed her moms in.

“Mom! Dad!” called Twilight, “anypony home.”

A light purplish gray mare with purple and gray mane and tail (Twilight Velvet) and a blue stallion with darker blue mane and tail (Night Light) entered the room.

“Twilight! Rainbow!” said Twilight Velvet. “Why didn’t you tell us you were coming?  We would’ve met you at the station.”

The two came over and gave Twilight and Rainbow hugs and kisses.

“We wanted it to be a surprise, ” said Twilight.

“Two surprises actually,” said Rainbow.

“And who’s the cute little filly?” asked Night Light.  

Scootaloo blushed at the recognition.  

“She’s the second surprise,” said Rainbow.

“Meet Scootaloo,” continued Twilight:

“Your new Grandfilly.”

Twilight Velvet and Night Light looked at each other, then at the little filly.  Scootaloo was becoming uncomfortable with the two ponies gazing at her so intently, but then smiles grew on the older ponies’ faces, tears of joy were streaming from Twilight Velvet’s eyes.  A violet aura formed around Scootaloo as she was lifted to Twilight Velvet who embraced the little filly and kissed her on the forehead several times.  Night Light had his forelegs around Twilight Velvet and Scootaloo.

Scootaloo had never been raised where she was cuddled.  There was some affection and Candy Mane tried to show as much attention as she could to all the children...

But now!  

Scootaloo had heard from Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom about being held and fussed over by older siblings, parents and grandparents.  Scoot had tried to act cool about it but she was so envious and regretted her place in life where she had to do without close affection from adults...

But now!  

As Twilight Velvet held her, it was the next to the greatest feeling in her life, next to the hug when Twilight and Rainbow welcomed her to the family.  If she was dreaming, she never wanted to wake up.

The older mare looked into Scootaloo’s eyes; Scootaloo couldn’t tell which of them was smiling more.

“You’re just the most darling little thing I’ve ever seen,” said Twilight Velvet.  “But you look familiar, where’ve we met before?”

It struck Scootaloo what the older pony was asking.

“I was a Flower Filly for Princess Cadence and Shining Armor’s wedding, Mrs. Sparkle.”

“Mrs. Sparkle!” said the mare, taken aback, “I’m Grandma and the handsome stallion right there is Grandpa.”

Scootaloo couldn’t hold it back any longer, she was glad she wasn’t in Ponyville where Apple Bloom or Sweetie Belle might see her, she broke down in tears.

“Oh Sweetie,” said the grandmother pony, holding Scootaloo close and comforting her, “what’s wrong?’

“I... I’d never had a mom and now I have two,” said Scootaloo with the tears still coming down, then looking into Twilight Velvet’s eyes, “I never had grandparents and now I have the best grandparents ever.”

Twilight and Rainbow were standing to one side, just observing.  The two had their heads resting against the other; their hearts were overflowing with joy.  

Twilight felt more complete at this moment than she’d ever felt before.

Rainbow felt her heart healing; so much pain was leaving her body.  She now had a full family with love and acceptance.  

There was one other thing which would make it complete, but this was as close to closure as she could come for now.

“Come with me Sweetie,” said Twilight Velvet to her new grandfilly, “I think I have some fresh cookies in the kitchen for you.”

“Mom,” interjected the younger Twilight, “she hasn’t had lunch yet!”

“Don’t be such a mother,” said Twilight Velvet with a chuckle.  “Don’t you two have business at the castle or something boring like that to do?”

“We promised Scootaloo we’d take her to the castle,” said Rainbow.

“I can bring her there in a bit,” said the elder Twilight.

“Okay mom,” said Rainbow with a chuckle, “we suspected something like this would happen.”

“Come with me Sweetie,” said Twilight Velvet.

“Okay, grandma,” said Scootaloo with a smile and taking her new grandma’s hoof.  Night Light followed the two.

Everypony laughed as Rainbow and Twilight Dash left Scootaloo to the mercy of over affectionate grandparents.

Rainbow and Twilight walked to the castle and entered without any challenge from the guard except a good morning or two.

They walked directly to the Throne Room where they found the doors open.  They were acknowledged by the princess and entered.

“Rainbow and Twilight Dash,” said the princess, “to what do I owe the honor?”

“It’s always our honor,” said Twilight, “Your Highness.”

“Enough of the formalities,’ said Celestia chuckling and shaking her head, “come here and tell me what you two have been up to.  I want to hear gossip.”

Rainbow and Twilight related the circumstances with Rainbow’s dreams, her history and Scootaloo’s need for a stable family.

“How marvelous!” Exclaimed the princess, “I must meet my new niece.”

“You aren’t going to test her are you?” asked Rainbow kidding and winking at the princess.

“Are you never going to forgive me for that?”  said the princess laughing at the question.

“My mother is bringing her here after she finishes spoiling the child,” said Twilight.

The three laughed, as a guard entered the room.

“A moment, Your Highness,” said the guard bowing.

“What is it?” asked the princess.

“A pony seeks an audience with Your Majesty,” said the guard, “she states it’s very important.”

“Do you mind?” asked the princess to the Dash’s.

“We’ll just go stand over there,” said Twilight as she and Rainbow walked to an alcove out of sight and looked out the grand window.

A lavender Pegasus mare with a pastel rainbow mane and tail was led into the room.  She had a cutie mark of a white cloud with a sun shining from behind it.

They stopped before the dais and bowed.

“Rise and tell me how I may help you.” asked the princess.

“Your Highness,” said the mare, “I’m looking for my sister, we’ve been estranged.  But now I must find her, I’ve heard she’s well known to you.”

Rainbow’s head jerked in the direction of the mare.

“Sunshine?”

“Rainbow?” said the mare in disbelief, only now seeing her sister off to the side.  She never thought it could be that easy.

“Leave us guard,” said the princess.

The doors closed and the princess used her magic to secure them.

Twilight and Rainbow walked to the new mare.  Rainbow gave her a very formal hug, not a lot of emotion but she was surprised Sunshine was actually hugging her with some warmth.  Rainbow also noticed there were tears in Sunshine’s eyes.

Sunshine was shocked, Rainbow was in a dress, wearing makeup and her mane styled.  It wasn’t the pony she’d expected to find.

“Can we talk in private,” asked Sunshine.

“We can talk in front of the princess and especially in front of my wife about anything.”

“Your... Wife?” asked Sunshine in total amazement.

“Yes, my wife,” said Rainbow in introduction, “this is Twilight Dash.  Twilight, this is my sister, Sunshine Dash.”

Sunshine nodded her head in acknowledgment.

“You’ve something important to say,” asked the princess.

Sunshine looked at Rainbow, there was a great deal of pain on her face.  She drew a deep breath.

“Rainbow, Storm Cloud is dead,” said the sister sadly.

“Storm Cloud?” asked Rainbow confused but fearful.

Sunshine gave Rainbow a photo of a brown Pegasus colt, about Scootaloo’s age.  He was laying on a bed, he had a lot of Rainbow’s features and had the most beautiful smile.  He appeared to be sleeping, but one could tell he wasn’t just sleeping.  The colt had a red, yellow and blue mane and tail.  His cutie mark was almost like Rainbow’s except the Cloud was black instead of white but the lightning bolt was the same.

“Storm Cloud,” said Sunshine sadly, “your son.”

Twilight had never heard Rainbow scream like that, nor had she ever seen Rainbow faint.

PART FIVE: A New Star

The world started to become real again.  There was, at first, only the color gray and a distinct buzzing/ringing in her ears as everything slowly came into focus.  The shock of what her sister had told her was nothing Rainbow Dash was ready for.  

On the deepest of levels, she was devastated.  She literally felt as if part of her had indeed died.  Before opening her eyes, she was already accusing herself if she’d been a proper mother and kept and loved her child, he might still be on Celestia’s good earth.  

These thoughts shot through her mind as she struggled to consciousness.

As she was able to open her eyes, she felt she was laying on something soft, both her fore hooves were being held.

The world came into focus and there on either side of her were her sister and Twilight.  Both had looks of concerns on their faces.

She recognized she was in the castle’s hospital ward.

“Are you okay Honey?” asked Twilight, stroking Rainbow’s forelock.

Rainbow looked at her purple wife then her sister, all the sorrow hit again.  Her eyes filled with tears.  She released the hooves holding hers as she turned on her side and buried he face into the pillow and wept hard.

Rainbow felt a small hoof on her shoulder.  Apparently Rainbow had been out long enough for Twilight Velvet to have brought Scootaloo to the castle.

Scootaloo realized what her new mother and hero was going through.  She felt Rainbow’s pain as soon as Twilight had told the filly the bad news while Rainbow was out.

“Mom?” said a little voice.

Rainbow turned over and saw Scootaloo looking at her, there were tears in her eyes as well.  Rainbow’s eyes glowed and the filly was levitated to her, Rainbow held her tight.

It was another shock for Sunshine, her sister, a Pegasus, doing magic.

“I’ll be okay Squirt,” said Rainbow.

“I love you mom,” said Scootaloo holding tightly to Rainbow.

“I know,” said Rainbow tightening her embrace, “I love you so much.”

Both were crying.

“Let’s give them some privacy,” said Princess Celestia.

In a nearby waiting area, Twilight and Sunshine had a seat to wait.  The princess excused herself with duties to take care of, but she had tea sent to the two mares.

“Did the filly call Rainbow... Mom?” asked Sunshine.

“Yes,” said Twilight, “Rainbow has been Scootaloo’s hero and mentor for some time now.  But when Scoot lost another foster family, and the third one this year, we decided we should take her in.  

Especially since Rainbow started to have nightmares about her foal.  She’s been suffering guilt and pain from her decision to some degree from when it first happened.  She’s been lamenting the loss of her foal from the time she gave him up, and to be honest, the loss of her only family, you, has been hard on her as well.”

Sunshine looked ashamed at this revelation, Twilight continued.

“She was just starting to feel good about her life, but I’m sure this’ll knock her back down.  

But Scootaloo and I love her and we’ll be there to support her.”

Sunshine was surprised, she had some preconceived notion Rainbow was still reckless, irresponsible, unreliable and most of all unfeeling.

“So how did this happen?” asked Twilight.

“I received a visit early this morning from the Medical Examiner’s Office.  Apparently the colt had been found dead in his bed at the Cloudsdale Children’s Home.  

It was determined he must’ve had a congenital heart defect.  They said there wouldn’t have been any pain, it would’ve been peaceful.  

It did bring something to mind when they told me this.  About four years after Rainbow graduated high school, there was a colt Rainbow had... Had...‘Been with’ many times.  He died of a mysterious heart attack at a young age...”

“Moon Chaser,” said Rainbow who had walked in while her wife and sister were talking.  Scootaloo was at her side. “I always suspected he might’ve been the father.”

“Rainbow!” said Twilight, rushing to Rainbow and giving her a hug and substantial kiss.

Sunshine was surprised but pleased to find Rainbow had a pony who obviously loved her so much and a foster daughter who adored her.  She was also happy to see Rainbow returned the emotions in kind.

“I’m okay Lover-Pony,” said Rainbow giving Twilight another quick kiss.

Twilight led Rainbow to a sofa, Scootaloo sat with her, holding her hoof.

“Sunshine,” said Rainbow, “I’m so, so, so sorry for my decisions in the past.  I realize I’ve made many ponies lives miserable.  I always thought I’d get away with everything, but they always came back to ‘bite me’.  

I thought the nightmares and the pain of missing you were punishment enough.  

But now...”

Rainbow’s eyes were starting to mist over again.

“Now I have the guilt knowing if I would’ve kept him, Storm Cloud might still be with us.”

“Oh Honey!” said Twilight putting a foreleg around her neck.

“Rainbow,” said Sunshine, “to tell the truth, I half expected to find you and tell you the news and you wouldn’t even react.

But to see you with a wife, although I never expected you’d be married, especially to a mare.  And I mean nothing by that, just with your past it’s a bit of a surprise.  But I’m so glad you have a wife like Twilight who obviously loves you so much.  Plus you having a daughter who loves you as well.  I see you’ve become a pony mom and dad would’ve been proud of.  

And after the way I’ve treated you, it probably doesn’t mean anything to you.  But I’m proud of you too.”

Sunshine started to cry, Rainbow looked at her sister got up and walked to her and hugged her tightly and kissed her.

“I’m so sorry sis,’ said Rainbow, “I’ve missed you so bad.”

“I’ve missed you too,’ said Sunshine, “I should’ve been there for you.”

“I love you sis,” said Rainbow.

“I love you too,” said Sunshine.

The two just held each other as if trying to make up for all the missed hugs of the past.

The photo of Storm Cloud, Sunshine had brought with her, was by her seat.  Scootaloo saw the photo.

“That’s him,” said Scootaloo, “The pony I saw in my dream!”

“What’s she talking about?” asked Sunshine.

“Last night,” said Scootaloo, “I had a dream.  In it, I was asleep in my new bed when I heard a pony come in the room.  I looked and it was a Pegasus colt about my age.  He was brown with a red, yellow and blue mane and tail.  

He walked up to me and said;

‘I’m so glad you’re here.  Please take care of my mommy for me, I’ll never get the chance now. Tell her it’s not her fault, I’m not mad at her and I’ll always love her.”

Sunshine was taken aback, the time and description was exact.  Could it have been the spirit of Storm Cloud giving his blessing to Scootaloo, and forgiveness to Rainbow?  She never really believed in such things, but this was hard to discount.

A guard came to the door and told everypony the princess requested, if they could, to see her in the Throne Room.  The guard did express the princess said it was a request and not to be taken as a command.

The group was led to the Throne Room and the guard left them alone at the door.  There on their thrones were Princesses Celestia and Luna.  This time Sunshine was in enough frame of mind to realize Twilight and her sister must have some close connection to the princesses.  Once again, Sunshine was impressed.

Celestia saw the group and beckoned them in.  They bowed before the dais, but before they could say anything, Princess Luna flew down to Scootaloo.

“There’s my little dreamer,” said the princess, giving Scoot a hug.

“Hello again, Princess Luna,” said Scootaloo returning the hug.

The rest of the ponies just looked.

Scootaloo had to explain the dreams she had had at the camping trip.  Rainbow knew about the bad dream part, but because of her being afraid of being thought a liar, she’d omitted the part about Princess Luna.  

Plus Luna had checked in on her dreams from time to time enough to make it feel she and the princess were really friends, this verified it wasn’t just dreams.

“There are special dreamers,” said Luna, “they have another kind of sight.  They’re able to see things and know things which aren’t normally perceived in the waking world.  Ponies like Scootaloo are rare and their dreams must always be taken seriously.  

It’s my duty to watch over these special ponies.  Especially now that she’s my niece.”

Scootaloo was surprised.  She suddenly realized that she had not only mothers and grandparents, but uncles and aunts including Princesses Celestia and Luna.

Luna then hugged Scootaloo again, kissed her on the forehead, then flew back to her throne.

“Rainbow Dash,” said Celestia, “are you doing any better?”

“Yes, Highness,” said Rainbow, then looking at her sister.  “With the help of all my family, I’ll be okay.”

“I’m glad to hear it” said Celestia, “I know such a thing can be devastating, but it’s good to have family to help.  I hope, despite the gravity of the event, you’ve patched up things between your sister and yourself.  

I know just how hard it is to be estranged from a sister.”

Luna and Celestia looked at each other and smiled.

“At least I didn’t have to wait a thousand years,” said Rainbow with a smile.

Sunshine looked lost.

“It’s a long story,” said Luna with a giggle.

“So,” said Celestia, “was it just a social visit when you came here this morning, or was there something else I could do for you?”

Twilight was about to say it was just a get acquainted visit for Scootaloo when Rainbow spoke first.

“It was just a visit to introduce Scootaloo to you.  But now, I’ve something I need to ask.”

“What’s that, Rainbow my Dear?”

“Twilight and I’ve done a lot in your service, Your Highness.  And often at great risk to ourselves,” said Rainbow, “I also know you, as princess, don’t owe us anything, and we owe you our respect, loyalty and obedience, which we’ve steadfastly given.”

“But?” said Celestia with an eyebrow raised.

“I know it probably isn’t right or proper.  And I know I’ll get a lecture from my wife later.  But with our helping to save Your Highness, your sister and Equestria on several occasions, I’d like to call in a solid; ‘You Owe Me’.”

Twilight, Sunshine and Luna gasped at the audacity, but Celestia only smiled.  She did appreciate boldness.

“We shall hear the petition,” said Celestia, reverting to formal and official speech to show she was taking Rainbow seriously.

“I know the adoption process is often long and drawn out,” said Rainbow, Scootaloo’s ears perked up.  “So I’m formally requesting, in light of our service to you, Twilight and myself be granted immediate adoption, and permanent guardianship of Scootaloo.  

I swear on my life and by my love of my family and of Your Highnesses, I’ll be the parent I should’ve been.”

Celestia smiled.

“I’ll make a pronouncement on this in just a moment,” said Celestia.  “Sister, will you have the guard summon my secretary please?”

“Right away, my sister,” said Luna leaving.

“There’s one pony I must talk to before I make a decision.” Said the princess, “Scootaloo, please come with me.”

Scootaloo looked at Twilight and Rainbow, they both nodded to say it was alright and there was nothing to fear.

Celestia led Scootaloo to a small anteroom and closed the door behind them.

“Please Scootaloo,” said the princess, “don’t be afraid and don’t worry about how to act around a princess, I’m sure Twilight will teach you proper ceremony and rituals later.  For now, just relax and be yourself.  After all, I’m soon to be your aunt.”

Both Celestia and Scootaloo smiled at that.

“Yes ma’am,” said Scootaloo, still trying to be on her best behavior.

“I want to ask the most important question first.  Do you want to be adopted by Rainbow and Twilight?”

“More than anything!” said Scootaloo almost shouting, then remembering herself, “I mean, yes ma’am.”

Celestia smiled;

“Don’t worry about it,” said the princess trying to get the filly to relax.  “I said to be yourself.

I do want to know if you have any conditions you wish to impose upon this compact?”

“I beg your pardon ma’am,” said Scootaloo not quite following the more formal speech patterns.

“Is there anything special you wish to add to this?” Said the princess with a smile, trying to make it easy on the filly.

Scootaloo thought for a moment then she smiled.

Celestia and Scootaloo came back into the Throne Room, the princess told the filly to go back with Rainbow and Twilight.

Raven was waiting on the dais between the two thrones.  Celestia took her seat.

“Rainbow,” said Celestia, “because of your service to the House of Celestia, I’ll forgo the executioner...

This time.”

Rainbow looked shocked, Luna snickered.

“There hasn’t been an executioner in Equestria for at least twenty centuries,” said Twilight leaning over and whispering to Rainbow.

“Shh!” said Celestia to Twilight with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.  She may be the absolute co-ruler, but she did like to mess with ponies’ heads sometime.

“I’ve considered your petition, and I’ve consulted the one pony this will affect the most.  She’s made a request.”  Celestia then turned her gaze to the little filly;

“Scootaloo?”

“Mama Rainbow, Mama Twilight, I’ve never had a family name, and I’m excited I’m goin’a have one.  But I’d also like to have a middle name.”

“A middle name?” asked Rainbow.

“Yes, a middle name, Rainbow Anne,” said Sunshine giggling.

“So funny, Sunshine Marie,” said Rainbow.

It was Twilight’s turn to snicker.

“What’s so funny about middle names, Twilight Louise?” asked Celestia.

Twilight lowered her head sheepishly.

It appeared Luna was about to add something to this but Celestia looked at her sister and said;

“Remember the moon, little sister.”

Luna got the message, but she smiled at the bogus threat.

“I do, I remember it very well, Celestia Mildred,” snickered Luna.

“That will do, Luna Hildegarde!” said Celestia, as always getting the last word in.

Luna blushed, she hadn’t thought this through.

“Mildred? Hildegarde?” said Rainbow and Twilight quietly to each other.

“Continue sweetheart,” said the princess.

“If it’d be okay,” said Scootaloo, “I’d like to be Scootaloo Storm-Cloud Dash. The Storm and Cloud would be hyphenated.”

Twilight and Rainbow looked at each other, then they looked at Scootaloo.  There were smiles on all three.

“It’d be our honor,” said Rainbow.

“I concur,” said Twilight.

“Raven, take this down:  

I, Celestia Rex, do hereby grant full adoption and custody of the Pegasus Pony Scootaloo Storm-Cloud Dash to Rainbow Anne and Twilight Louise Dash.  

(Celestia had to get that dig in and make it official!)

However, the Crown reserves the right to check in on the family to make sure of the propriety of her upbringing.

Given this day, under my hoof, etc...etc...”

There was a strange feeling which came over Scootaloo,  It was love, pride, joy and something else she’d never felt before.

The princesses came down and there were hugs all around.

“Raven will have a copy of this with my official seal before you leave.  She’ll forward a copy by courier to the Ponyville Children’s home as well.”

PART SIX: Dreams Come True

Rainbow and Twilight invited Sunshine to come with them to Twilight’s parents’ home.

They talked and ate and just enjoyed getting aquatinted and reacquainted.  The news of Scootaloo being officially adopted was a great thrill to the elder ponies and they lavished all the love and attention they could on their new (official) grandfilly.

Scootaloo was in Elysium, so many ponies wanting to hold her and fuss over her.  It appeared as if all the attention she’d grown up without was trying to be remedied in just one evening.  She never knew she could love and be loved by ponies like this.

As the evening wore on, Scootaloo couldn’t stop yawning.

“Okay Squirt,” said Rainbow, “you need to take a shower and go to bed.”

“No problem mom,” said Scootaloo who was still so stoked about really being adopted and having a real family she actually belonged to.

“You can sleep in my old room,” said Twilight.  “It’s nice and comfortable for a filly.”

“Just don’t drool on any of your mom’s dolls,” said Twilight Velvet.  “She gets upset if anything is out of order.”

“Mom,” exclaimed Twilight, “not in front of my daughter!”

Everypony smiled at the statement.  Twilight, Rainbow and Scootaloo not the least.

The Sparkles loved their daughter, but when she confided her sexual preference to them years ago, they took it with no more reaction than if Twilight (the younger) had just asked for cereal for breakfast.  

But because of this, it appeared that Twilight would not likely have any foals.

But now she’d given them a granddaughter!  It mattered not in the tiniest she was adopted, she was sassy yet sweet and loving and wanted grandparents as much as they wanted a grandchild.  

“Don’t listen to grandma,” said Twilight, “you’re welcome to play with or sleep with any doll or toy in there you choose.”

Scootaloo had never given much thought to kissing, it was either a romantic thing she had no interest in as of yet, although she secretly loved romance novels and romance movies.  Or it was something mushy she’d seen other colts and fillies do with parents or siblings.  It didn’t appear to her to be important.  But now she had a love in her heart she never thought she’d have.  She gladly gave every pony a hug and kiss, even her new Aunt Sunshine.  

Sunshine was beside herself, not only had the rift between she and her sister been repaired, the pain in her heart she’d denied for so long was gone.  And the reward was she now had a new extended family with a very charming niece.

The adults were sitting around and sipping some wine.  

Rainbow was interested in what Sunshine had been doing all these years, but not as much as much as Sunshine was hearing all of the exploits of Twilight, Rainbow and their four friends.  Sunshine had heard of Rainbow winning the Best Young Flyer Competition.

But she also had heard stories of a group of six ponies who were basically the heroes of Equestria.  She wasn’t sure, but now it was confirmed her sister was one of the six.  But as Twilight and Rainbow were talking about those adventures there was a shout of exclamation heard from down the hall.

Scootaloo came running into the living room.

“Look at what I found when I took my dress off,” said Scootaloo all excited, turning her flanks where they could be seen.

“Your cutie mark!” said Twilight and Rainbow together.

Then they all realized what it was at the same time.

“I don’t believe it,” said Rainbow.

The cutie mark was like Rainbow’s except it had a black cloud with a red/yellow/blue lightning bolt.  Just like the one on the picture of Storm Cloud.

“Well, if that doesn’t prove Scootaloo was supposed to be with you two,” said Night Light, “then I don’t think anything else could be better proof.”

Rainbow’s aura surrounded Scootaloo and lifted the filly to her where she hugged Scoot like there was no tomorrow.

“Honey,” said Twilight with a smile, “you need to share, she’s my daughter too.”

Scootaloo stuck out a foreleg in Twilight’s direction, the message was clear.  Twilight joined in the family hug.

Scootaloo went off to bed and the adults visited into the late evening.  Finally it was time to turn in, Twilight suggested Sunshine use Shining’s old room because she thought it’d be too weird to sleep in her brother’s bed.  As Twilight and Rainbow were heading to the guest room, they saw a light coming from under the door on Twilight’s old room.

Twilight let Rainbow know she wanted to say something.

“Okay, young filly,” said Twilight loud enough to be heard through the door.  She was having trouble not laughing, “get out from in front of that mirror, turn off the light and go to sleep.  You can look at your cutie mark in the morning.”

Rainbow was about to comment when a voice from the room cried out.

“How did you know, mom?” asked Scootaloo.

Twilight opened the door and looked in at her daughter.

“I’m a Unicorn,” said Twilight very cryptically.  “Now goodnight and we love you.”

“Love you too, moms,” said Scootaloo turning off the light and climbing in the bed.

As the two walked down the hall to the guest room, and she was sure Scootaloo couldn’t hear, Rainbow asked:

“How did you know?  And don’t give me the ‘I’m a Unicorn’ horse-apples.”

Twilight kissed Rainbow and replied:

“But it’s true, I’m a Unicorn.”

“Yes,” said Rainbow, “but how did you know?”

“I stood in front of the same mirror,” said Twilight snickering, “almost all night just looking at mine when I got my cutie mark.  

My parents always used that line to keep Shining and myself guessing if a Unicorn had powers of awareness that we hadn’t discovered yet.  Like they knew what we were doing, even out of sight, it kept us in line, ”

“Not only have I married the most beautiful pony in Equestria, I married the smartest,” said Rainbow.

“Was there ever any doubt?” Asked Twilight with ‘that look’ in her eyes.

Rainbow got the message loud and clear.

“Just keep the noise down,” said Twilight Velvet’s voice from the next room, “we’ll be trying to sleep.”

“How did you know?” called out Twilight the younger.

“I’m a Unicorn,” was the response.

Twilight and Rainbow got a good laugh out of the statement.

The rest of the weekend went great.  Rainbow and Sunshine reconnected and both promised to visit the other and write often.  Twilight told Sunshine she’d make sure Rainbow and Scootaloo would stay in touch.  

On the second visit to the castle, neither Celestia or Luna were surprised at the news of the cutie mark.  They told the Dash’s it wasn’t unheard of for a child to receive the cutie mark of a deceased sibling, it was considered a very special and mystical honor.  But it was the first they’d heard of it happening to an adopted sibling.  

But as Night Light had commented, it only gave credence to this was to be and the visit of Storm Cloud to Scootaloo’s dream should be taken seriously.

In the afternoon, Sunshine, Twilight Velvet and Night Light saw the little family off at the train station.

The trip was a happy one.  Scootaloo said she couldn’t wait to tell her friends about being adopted and show them her new cutie mark, such good news!

“May I wear a dress to school so I can surprise the class with my cutie mark?” Asked Scootaloo, who almost couldn’t believe she was asking to wear a dress.

“School,” said Twilight, “that’s right, we’re going to have to go with you in the morning to register you.”

“She’s already registered in school,” said Rainbow.

“Scootaloo, who resides at the Ponyville Children’s Home, ward of the Crown is.  But not Scootaloo Storm-Cloud Dash, daughter of Rainbow and Twilight Dash.  

This brought smiles to all ponies.

The next morning, Twilight, Rainbow and Scootaloo walked early to the schoolhouse.  As they got there, to their surprise, Candy Mane was arriving as well.

“Scootaloo! Rainbow! Twilight!” said Candy Mane, “I got the official paperwork from Canterlot yesterday.  Congratulations to all of you.”

“Thank you for everything, Ms. Candy Mane” said Scootaloo.

“You’re quite welcome,” said the official pony.  “By the way, you look quite lovely.  Your new family has already had a great influence on you.”

“It is amazing what love can do for a pony,” said Rainbow, “I know only too well.”

They all smiled.

“Well, I’m only too glad when we can place a special needs child,” said Candy Mane.  “They tend to be the hardest to place.”

“Special needs?” said Twilight and Rainbow together.

Scootaloo just looked confused.  She didn’t really understand what was being said.

“Perhaps we should go inside,” said Candy, “I have Scootaloo’s health record.  I need to give it to you anyway.  I knew you’d have to come here to register Scootaloo, we can go over it with Cheerilee.”

Cheerilee looked up from her desk, she was drinking some coffee and going over the day’s lesson plan.  She saw Candy Mane enter along with Scootaloo, Rainbow and Twilight Dash.

“Hello,” said the teacher, “what can I do for you?”

“We’re here to register our daughter for school,” said Twilight.

A smile raced across Cheerilee’s face when she realized what was being said.

“That’s wonderful,” said the teacher, “congratulations to all of you!”

“I just wanted to give the Rainbow and Twilight Dash, Scootaloo’s health record,” said Candy Mane, “and I wanted to make sure everypony was up on her condition.”

“Oh yes,” said Cheerilee, “I’d almost forgot.  Please have a seat everypony.”

Cheerilee took out a registration form and started to ask questions.

“Name... Scootaloo,” said the teacher.

“Scootaloo Storm-Cloud Dash,” said Scootaloo.

“The Storm-Cloud is hyphenated,” added Twilight.

“Thank you,” said Cheerilee, “It’s a very nice name Scootaloo.”

Scootaloo smiled.

“Home address?” asked Cheerilee.

“Golden Oak Library,” said Twilight.

“No excuse not to do your homework now,” said the teacher kidding.

They all chuckled.

“Name of Father and Mother,” said Cheerilee, then correcting herself and blushing slightly, “Sorry, Mother and Mother.”

“Rainbow and Twilight Dash,” said Rainbow.

“I assume the age is the same,” said the teacher with a chuckle.

“Cutie mark...,” said Cheerilee, “none.”

“Sorry Miss Cheerilee,” said Scootaloo getting up and raising the skirt to reveal her flank.

“Oh my,” said Cheerilee, “that’s a wonderful cutie mark.  Have your friends seen it yet?”

“No ma’am,” said Scootaloo, “I want to surprise them.”

“I’ll surely let you,” said the teacher, “and by the way, would you do me a great favor and stand on the porch and let me know when the students are coming?  If you do, I’ll let you ring the bell when it is time.”

“No problem,” said Scootaloo getting up, giving her new mothers a quick hug and left.

When Scootaloo was out the door, Cheerilee continued.

“I suppose her condition is unchanged?”

“What condition?” asked Rainbow.

“What condition?” asked Twilight.

“I assumed you two knew,” said Candy Mane.  “Scootaloo has diminished growth plates in her wing bones, her flight muscles are as strong as any Pegasi her age, it’s the reason she can get such great thrust on her scooter, but can’t get enough lift to fly.”

Rainbow took a moment to put together what was being said, but Twilight recognized the condition immediately.

“That means...” said Rainbow.

“Scootaloo’s wings will never grow right, she’ll never fly,” said Twilight, “does she know?”

“No,” said Candy Mane, “but she’ll need to know soon, she’s old enough.”

“Do you want me to talk to her about it?” asked Cheerilee. “that way she won’t lash out at you, if she doesn’t take it well.”

“No Cheerilee,” said Twilight, “it’s our responsibility as parents to work through this with her.”

“We want our relationship to be built on love, honesty and trust,” said Rainbow.

PART SEVEN: Revelations

All the students were surprised to see Scootaloo in a dress.  Sweetie Belle knew about the Dash’s taking Scoot in and she’d shared it with Apple Bloom, but the two hadn’t had any time to talk to their other friends about it.

“Good morning my little ponies,” said Cheerilee.

“Good morning Miss Cheerilee,” replied the students.

“I trust you all had a good weekend and are ready to get to work,” said the teacher.

Groans were the reply.  The teacher just smiled, it was as much part of the ritual.

“Before we get to today’s lesson, we need to welcome a new student.”

The kids looked around, not seeing any new faces.

“Come on in,” said Cheerilee.

Rainbow and Twilight Dash entered the class.

There were pleasant murmurs, both Twilight and Rainbow were very popular ponies, well known to even the children.

“We’d like to introduce our new daughter,” said Twilight.

“Come up here,” said Rainbow.

The kids looked around again. Scootaloo waited a moment then got up and walked to her moms with a big smile.

“We’d like you to meet, Scootaloo Storm-Cloud Dash,” said Rainbow proudly.  “She was officially adopted this weekend.”

There were some happy murmurs from the class but then Diamond Tiara spoke up.

“She’s not a new student, she’s the same old blank flank!”

Scootaloo turned sideways and Twilight levitated the hem of Scoot’s dress to expose her flank.

“No way!” said Apple Bloom excitedly.

The rest of the class cheered, all but Diamond Tiara.

“We’ll let you get back to your class,” said Rainbow.

“I’ll be right back,” said Scootaloo to the teacher.

Cheerilee nodded.

The three exited the class, Scoot gave her mothers a kiss and had them take the dress home so it wouldn’t get dirty at school.

Scootaloo walked back to her desk and the class started.

All the ponies would glance at the new cutie mark, such a thing was always the subject of excitement with the school kids.  Four ponies in particular kept looking at it.  Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, Silver Spoon looked in admiration, Diamond Tiara looked in disbelief.  She was certain it was a fake just like when Apple Bloom tried to fake a cutie mark with the Heart’s Desire potion.  Diamond thought with Scootaloo living with that freaky Twilight, then there had to be some fake mumbo-jumbo going on.

At recess all the ponies circled Scootaloo congratulating her.  Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle were beside themselves.

“You said you’d get your cutie mark by not having a home,” said Sweetie Belle.  “But it looks like having a home is what did it.”

“I’m so jealous!” said Apple Bloom, “I wanted to be the first.”

The way she was laughing a pony could tell she wasn’t upset.

“It almost looks like Rainbow Dash’s,” said Sweetie Belle.

“And it’s how you can tell it’s a fake,” said Diamond Tiara, pushing her way through the crowd.

There were some murmurs.

Scootaloo knew the nice Diamond Tiara who helped her just this last Friday wouldn’t last.  Scoot also couldn’t help but notice the look on Silver Spoon’s face showed she wasn’t in agreement with Diamond.

Scootaloo thought about what would be the best comeback, then she realized her new family would be of help.

“My new aunts are convinced it’s real,” said Scoot.

“You don’t have aunts,” said Diamond, “you’re an orphan.”

“I’m the adopted daughter of Rainbow and Twilight Dash,” said Scootaloo proudly, “their families are now my families, including my aunt Sunshine Dash, uncle Prince Shining Armor and his wife aunt Princess Cadence, but the aunts I said were convinced are my aunts; Princesses Celestia and Luna.”

All the kids looked at Diamond to see what her comeback would be.  She looked lost and started grasping at straws.

“I... I still don’t believe you,” said Diamond, “you’ve no proof of what you’re saying.  I bet it’d rub right off.”

“You’re welcome to try,” said Scoot with a smile Rainbow would be proud of, “if you think you’re filly enough.”

“Oooo...” said the ponies.

“Gross! I don’t want to touch your flanks,” said Diamond.

There was a moment of quiet as the ponies were waiting on the next move.

“I will,” said Silver Spoon.

Scoot was about to comeback with something, but something in the way Silver had said it and the look in her eyes showed she was wanting to prove it real, not fake.

“Go ahead,” said Scootaloo.

Silver walked up to Scootaloo and whispered:

“I believe you.”

Silver gingerly reached out and stroked the cutie mark, Scootaloo noticed how gentle Silver Spoon was touching her flank.  She wasn’t trying to rub paint off as much as caressing her flank.  It felt odd but not unpleasant.

Silver held out her hoof to Diamond, no trace of paint, ink or dye.

“It’s real,” said Silver Spoon, in the snooty voice she had used on the CMC in the past.

Diamond slunk off, she looked back at Silver Spoon, who just shook her head and stayed with the rest of the class mates.

After class, Scootaloo, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle walked to Sugarcube corner for their after school snack.  They had to hear every detail of Scootaloo’s weekend.  They were so envious Scoot got to be around and now be related to Princesses Celestia and Luna.  But they were beyond happy for their friend now she had a real family.

As they sat there, another pony entered.  Everypony looked at who had entered.   The pony walked to the CMC and greeted them.

“Hello everypony, would it be okay if I join you?”

The three friends looked at each other, not sure of this turn of events.

“No problem, Silver Spoon,” said Apple Bloom.

Silver Spoon went to the counter and ordered then sat down next to Scootaloo, it was hard to tell if she was sitting a little closer than just being friendly or not.  None of the three friends had been around Silver Spoon in a friendly way to know her habits.

Soon Pinkie Pie brought four milkshakes to the table and left.

“I hope you don’t mind, I bought these as an ‘I’m sorry’ gesture for today and for much of the past,” said Silver Spoon.

It was almost strange to hear Silver Spoon talking to them without the condescending inflection in her voice.  Everypony found her voice to actually be pleasant, especially Scootaloo.

“Why the change of heart?” said Sweetie Belle.

“Diamond Tiara has been my only friend for some time,” said Silver Spoon, “because of that, no other pony wanted to be around me.  Diamond always told me it was because I’m so homely.  And I was lucky she wanted to be around me.

Because I believed her, I always followed her lead.”

“You aren’t homely!” said Scootaloo, “that’s mean even for Diamond!”

Silver Spoon looked at Scootaloo and smiled a very warm smile as if appreciating the acknowledgment.

“So what changed?” asked Apple Bloom.

“For about a year now,” said Silver, “Diamond had been getting more and more pushy.  Especially now she has a coltfriend she’s seeing a lot of.  

We used to go to the movies on the weekend or out shopping.  But now she wants to spend all her time with him, a high school pony.  Plus she wanted me to go out with her coltfriend’s friends or relatives and do things they do.  But I have reasons why I won’t go with them, aside from the fact I don’t what they’re doing is proper at their age.”

Silver blushed knowing her new friends should know what she was saying, she hoped she didn’t have to explain.

“I started to feel left out of everything.  Our classmates wanted nothing to do with me, especially you girls, because of the way Diamond and I acted.  

I’m not perfect, I listened to Diamond and so I believed she and I were better than everypony else.  But then I started to see how much it was isolating me just because I wanted to fit in with my only friend.  

Plus there was one other thing she held over my head.  A secret she was sure if exposed I’d be disgraced, but I’m willing to face that possibility now.  

Especially if I have real friends that’d be there for me.

So lately Diamond has let me hang out with her once in a while as if doing me a favor.  Now I see she just wanted to make sure there was at least one pony to back her up.”

Silver then turned to look into Scootaloo’s eyes.  

“Then last Friday, when we gave you a hoof in getting your bags to the Children’s Home, the respect and warmth you showed in gratitude did something for me.  I could see ponies could respect me for me and not just because of Diamond.”

Silver Spoon put a hoof on Scootaloo’s shoulder and smiled.

“It’s why when you showed your new cutie mark and it put Diamond in her place, I knew it was time for me to make the break and get out of her shadow and see if I couldn’t find friends who’d let me be in my own light.”

“Thank you for the treat,” said Sweetie Belle, “and we’re always open to making new friends.”

“And we’d want Diamond to be a friend if’n she ever wanted,” said Apple Bloom.

“I think what we’re saying is,” said Scootaloo, looking into Silver’s eyes. “Would you like to hang out with us?”

Silver Spoon started to cry.  Scootaloo put a foreleg around Silver’s shoulder.

“You’d really want to have me around after the way I’ve treated you?” asked Silver, “I’m so ashamed.”

“Don’t be,” said Apple Bloom, “forgivin’ is what friends do.”

The three fillies got up and hugged their new friend.  They’d never seen this kind of smile on their onetime adversary.

The rest of the snack time went well and they told Silver Spoon she was welcome to join their study group at the library.

About a half hour later, the little group entered the library for their study time.  Twilight heard the bell at the door and came into main room, there she found her daughter and friends plus one pony.  They were setting up their table for their study time.

“Hello mom,” said Scootaloo seeing her mom enter the room.  It still gave Scoot a thrill to have a ‘mom’, two in fact.

“Hi Sweetie,” said Twilight, “who’s your friend?”

“Mom,” said Scoot, “this is our new friend Silver Spoon.”

There was an odd look came over her face at the recognition of the name.

“I thought...” said Twilight, but she caught herself.  She didn’t want to hurt the filly’s feelings if she was wrong.

“Yes, Mrs. Dash,” said Silver, blushing at being remembered for what she’d done in the past.  It was nice Twilight was trying to spare her feelings.  “I’m afraid I’m the pony you’ve heard of.  And I’m sorry; but things have changed.  Scootaloo, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle have shown me what real friends are.”

“I’m glad to hear it, and it’s okay to call me Twilight.  All my friends do.”

Silver Spoon smiled at the acceptance.  

Twilight couldn’t help but notice Silver Spoon was sitting close to Scootaloo,  it appeared her daughter didn’t notice or at least, didn’t care.  But she made a mental note to talk to her daughter later.

“So who needs help with their homework?” asked Twilight.

The friends worked through the word problems Cheerilee had assigned.  Twilight was pleased her daughter’s new friend appeared to be quite intelligent and was able to help the others with some of the concepts.  

In about an hour, they were finished and packed up their school things and were heading out.

“Mom, we’re going to the clubhouse,” said Scootaloo.  

“Okay,” said Twilight.  “Don’t be too late, your mother and I need to talk to you about something.”

“Okay mom,” said Scootaloo, going out the door.  She was still amazed she had parents who cared for her.

At the clubhouse, the four just sat around and talked about the fate of the Cutie Mark Crusaders now they had one member with a cutie mark and another friend with their mark who wanted to be part of their group.

“So now what do we do?” asked Sweetie Belle, “our club was to help each other to find their cutie mark.  But now Scootaloo has hers, does she no longer belong?”

“And Silver Spoon already had hers,” said Apple Bloom, “We don’t wan’a be friends who exclude friends from hangin’ out.”

“We created our club to help each other find our cutie marks,” said Scootaloo, “just because some of us have our cutie mark, it shouldn’t stop us from trying to help the others find theirs.”

“It might even be an advantage,” said Silver Spoon, “don’t you go to somepony who knows music when you want to learn to make music?”

They all found logic in what Silver Spoon had said.  They were all glad to have a reason not to exclude their close friend and their new friend who they welcomed to the CMC.

“I never thought I’d be so happy to be considered a Cutie Mark Crusader!” Said Silver Spoon with a tear on her cheek.

They held their CMC induction (now abridged to be of a more reasonable length) and gave her a CMC cape.  Silver Spoon was beside herself with pride and joy.  She was being accepted as an equal and not just a toady.  

There was a group hug with a pony they never expected to belong to the CMC.  With so many forelegs around each other, it was hard to tell whose was whose.  Scootaloo was not sure if it were just somepony having to adjust the position of their foreleg or if one of her friends was actually feeling her flank.  However, it wasn’t enough to embarrass anypony, so she said nothing.

They sat around and gossiped for about an hour.  It was nice to have a new pony to tell old stories to as well as hearing ‘dirt’ on Diamond and even some confirmation from their new friend about the truth of some of the things she was involved with.

Soon it was time to head home for dinner and everypony went their own way. Silver Spoon’s house was on the way to the library so Scootaloo walked with her.  

Silver Spoon was walking very close to Scootaloo, she and Scoot were laughing at funny stories and Silver was enthralled by Scoot’s story about her trip to Canterlot, the relationship with Princess Luna.  And was even was mesmerized but slightly frightened by the visit of her late ‘brother’ telling her to take care of Rainbow.

Soon they arrived at Silver’s home.  It was impressive in size, a pool in the back and lots of yard.  It was missing the wall of hedges and gate Diamond Tiara had at her home.

“Well,” said Silver, “this is where I live.”

“Nice,” said Scootaloo.

“Maybe you can spend the night one night,” said Silver.

“I’d like that.”

“So would I,” said Silver with a smile.

Silver gave Scoot a warm hug, which she returned.  Silver loosened her grip, her foreleg still around Scoot’s neck.  Silver looked into Scootaloo’s eyes and did something completely unexpected.

Scootaloo had seen movies and tried not to appear too sappy about emotions, but secretly she enjoyed love story movies, along with romantic books she’d hidden from other fillies at the Home.  

So Scootaloo knew the mechanics and motivations when Silver Spoon kissed her; she wasn’t without guidance, although she was without experience.

It was a respectable kiss, held for at least a good minute.  No tongue, but it wasn’t just a peck on the lips.  Scoot didn’t fight it, she actually found herself liking it and tightening her embrace, to the thrill of Silver.

Silver broke the kiss and continued to look in Scoot’s eyes.  Her smile would’ve lit up a darkened room.  She was overjoyed that Scootaloo didn’t fight the kiss or become angry with her.

“See you at school,” said Silver Spoon who gave a slightly shorter kiss then turned and went into the house.

Scootaloo watched as the door closed.  Then she noticed a curtain in a ground floor window open and Silver Spoon looked out.  She blew a kiss and then waved; Scoot found herself returning the blown kiss.  She’d never, in her short life, ever blew a kiss to anypony!  Scoot waved back and the curtains closed.

Scoot stood there for another minute looking at the window, actually hoping Silver would look out it again.  Then she turned and to walk home.

Scootaloo was so lost in her thoughts; she was halfway to the Children’s Home before she remembered she didn’t live there anymore.

It started to form in her mind what Silver Spoon was talking about Diamond Tiara ‘holding something over her head’.  

Was it Diamond knew Silver liked girls?  Was Diamond so closed minded she had convinced Silver Spoon that her sexual choice was something shameful or unnatural?  With Diamond’s actions in the past, Scootaloo wouldn’t put it past her.

‘I think I might be able to help Silver out from under that assumption.  But does me liking her kiss make me a mare-lover too?  

My mothers are mare-lovers, my best friend’s sisters are mare-lovers, so what if I’m a mare-lover!’ thought Scootaloo.

It was starting to get dark outside.  At the library, Scootaloo saw the closed sign on the door and she went to knock.  But then she realized she didn’t have to knock on her own door.  The bell rang as the door opened and Twilight came into the room.

“Sweetie,” said Twilight, “I was afraid you were going to miss dinner.”  

“I was just about to go fly and look for you,” said Rainbow.

“I’m sorry Mama Twilight, Mama Rainbow,” said Scootaloo.  “We spent longer than normal just talking.  We were getting to know Silver Spoon better and making her a Cutie Mark Crusader.  

Then I walked Silver to her home.  

After we kissed, I got confused and almost walked to the Children’s Home before I remembered I lived here...”

Scootaloo froze, her face went blank, and her eyes went crossed.  She realized she was so distracted, she’d just confessed something she wasn’t sure of how to explain further.

“After you what?” said Rainbow and Twilight in unison.

“Oh, horse-apples!” said Scootaloo.

PART EIGHT: Truth

“First, young filly,” said Twilight in her best motherly voice, the one she could remember her own mother using.  “Respectable young ladies don’t use crude language like that.”

“Yes mom,” replied the filly sheepishly.

Rainbow was snickering, but stopped when Twilight shot an annoyed glance at her wife.

“Second,” continued Twilight, trying to tone down her reaction, she didn’t want to alienate her daughter after only four days of being her mother.  

“What do you mean ‘after we kissed’?”

“It was just that,” said Scootaloo.  “It wasn’t anything I was expecting.

From the movies I’ve seen and books I’ve read and watching you two, I don’t think it was a ‘romantic’ kiss.  She was probably happy to have friends who were real friends.”

“Did you or she use your tongue?” asked Rainbow.

“No,” said Scootaloo, “it was just a kiss.  I don’t think anything was really meant by it, and I’ve no plans to do it again.  As I said, I just think Silver Spoon was being grateful for real friends.”

Twilight and Rainbow accepted and knew they had to trust their daughter.  After all, she did tell them up front.  Even if it were a slip up, she didn’t try to cover it up.

Even if Scootaloo did kiss Silver Spoon voluntary, Twilight or Rainbow didn’t want to appear hypocritical.

Dinner was, as always at the Dash home, delicious.  Even though it was so much better than what they served at the Home, Scootaloo wasn’t hungry.  The thought of the kiss with Silver Spoon kept replaying in her mind.  

Twilight and Rainbow did notice that Scootaloo appeared to be distracted, but they knew that it was something their daughter needed to work through.  If she wanted them to help, they were sure she’d ask.

It was true what she had told her moms, she didn’t have any plans to do it again.  But she wasn’t at all averse to letting it happen on its own.

After dinner was done and all the family helped clear away and wash the dishes, pots and pans, they went into the front room, which after library hours doubled as the family’s living room.

Spike was reading the latest Power Ponies comic book, Twilight was making out a list of things to do tomorrow and Rainbow was getting the plans together for tomorrow’s weather.  After about an hour, Spike said he was going to bed, he was still a baby after all and needed more sleep than the other ponies there.  Scootaloo was reading one of the Daring Do books her mothers had recommended.  At first, she balked like Rainbow had.  But, like Rainbow, when she got to the part where Daring found the temple, she was hooked.  

But for now her mind wasn’t on Daring escaping from Ahuizotl.  In fact, she’d stared at the same paragraph for the last hour.  She was starting to realize that she was wanting to get another kiss from Silver Spoon and wondering what it would be like if tongue was involved the next time.

But as Spike was heard going into his and Scoot’s room, Twilight interrupted.

“Scootaloo,” said Twilight.

Scootaloo knew it must be important; her mom didn’t call her any endearment.

“We found out something today and we need to talk.”

“Okay,” said Scootaloo putting down the book.

“Has anypony ever talked to you about your wings?” asked Rainbow.

“No,” said the filly, becoming more curious than concerned.  “I know I’ve been taken to the public clinic a couple of times when I was at the Home.  They’d take x-rays of my wings and chest.  But they never said anything.  I just assumed it was a normal physical the Home was required to have the kids do.”

Twilight levitated a book to Scootaloo, it was an anatomy book and it was opened to a diagram about bones, the different parts were labeled.

“Do you see the section on the bone between the head and the shaft?” asked Twilight.

“Yes,” replied Scootaloo reading, “the growth plate.”

“Yes,” said Twilight, “it’s the part of the bone where the growth happens.  If damaged, abnormal or diseased, the bone will not grow properly or at all.”

“Okay,” replied Scootaloo, “why are you telling me this?”

“Scootaloo, Sweetheart,” said Twilight, “that’s what Candy Mane wanted to talk to us about.  Apparently the growth plates of your wing bones are diminished, or should I say, not what they should be.”

“I looked up the term ‘Special Needs’ Ms Candy Mane used,” said Scootaloo, “it said something about ponies who are disabled either mentally or physically.”

Tears were forming in Scootaloo’s eyes as she realized what they were telling her.

“So that’s what she meant.  I’m a cripple, a Pegasus pony that’ll never fly.”

Scootaloo was never one who dwelt on the negative in her life.  She always held out hope whatever came, it would work out eventually.  Having these new mothers was proof of this.  

But this hit her hard.  

“I’m so sorry I’m a disappointment, Mama Rainbow.  You’re the greatest flyer in Equestria if not the world and you’re now stuck with a Pegasus daughter who’ll never fly.”

Scootaloo started to cry uncontrollably.  Rainbow’s aura formed around the filly and lifted her to Rainbow.  She embraced the filly and cried with her.  Rainbow’s actions made Twilight think of something, she bolted upstairs.

“You aren’t a disappointment,” said Rainbow, “and we aren’t stuck with you.  We fell in love with you and chose you without you ever flying.  And you aren’t a cripple.  Your flight muscles are as strong as any other Pegasus your age, if not more.  How do you think you’re able to go so fast on your scooter and pull your friends along without much effort?  I’d bet none of your Pegasi friends who can fly could manage it.”

Twilight had returned and went to join the comforting hug.

“And who says you’ll never fly?” asked Twilight.

“My wings, you said they’d never grow right,” said Scootaloo.

“So?” asked Twilight.

Scootaloo’s crying was slowing as she became curious about what her mother was saying.

“What do you mean?” asked Scoot.

Twilight walked to the other end of the room.

“I can’t fly,” said Twilight, “right?”

“You’re a Unicorn,” said Scootaloo.

Rainbow was starting to understand where her wife was going with this.

“So?” asked Twilight.

“You have no wings,” said the filly.

Twilight just smiled, her horn glowed and the purple aura surrounded her.  Then she lifted off the floor almost to the ceiling.  Her legs outstretched just like Rainbow’s when she flies, Twilight zipped around the room, twisting and turning and even doing one loop.  Then she settled down by Rainbow and Scootaloo.

“That wasn’t flying,” said Scoot.

“What’s flying then,” asked Rainbow.

“Flying is being able to make yourself travel through the air,” replied the filly.

“So I went through the ground?  Or perhaps I walked over here?” asked Twilight.  There was a flash and Twilight disappeared but quickly reappeared on the other side of the room. “Or did I teleport?”

Twilight walked back to her wife and daughter.

Scootaloo thought about it, there wasn’t any reason to say her mother didn’t fly just because she used magic.

“Okay,” said Scoot, “you flew with magic, but you’re a Unicorn.”

“Am I a Unicorn?” asked Rainbow.

“Of course not,” said Scootaloo.

Rainbow held her wings folded close to her body.  Then Rainbow’s eyes glowed and her aura surrounded herself and she went through the air, just as Twilight had done.  But perhaps a bit flashier.  Then she landed beside her wife.

“Showoff!” said Twilight snickering.  But she gave Rainbow a little kiss.

Scootaloo was starting to understand where her mothers were going with this line of reasoning.

“Can I learn to do that?” asked Scootaloo, starting to become excited.

A book Twilight had brought from upstairs floated to Scootaloo.  It was the same book Cadence had given to Rainbow in Canterlot when she was learning to levitate.

“You’ll teach me levitation?” asked the filly.

“No,” said Twilight.

“But...” stammered Scootaloo.

“I could easily teach you, if you were a Unicorn,” said Twilight.  “But the only pony who can teach a Pegasus to do levitation is another Pegasus who can do levitation.”

It wasn’t quite the truth, but Rainbow and Twilight understood what this would mean to Scootaloo.

“We’ll start tomorrow,” said Rainbow with a smile.  

Rainbow had wanted to be the pony that’d teach Scootaloo to fly.  But those dreams were crushed when they found out about her ‘condition’.  But now she had a chance to teach her to fly and do so much more.

There were hugs all around.  Scootaloo was so stoked, she was now certain she would ‘fly’ soon!  

Plus she had her first real kiss today.  

She couldn’t wait to tell her friends...

About the levitation.

“So who’s the cripple?’ asked Twilight.

“Nopony I know,” said Scootaloo all smiles.

“That’s right,” said Rainbow, “the only thing special needs about you is your mother and I will have to start watching you closer.”

“Yes,” said Twilight, “kissing another filly, who ever heard of such a thing?”  

“What happened to: ‘Do I have to like girls too’?” asked Rainbow.

They all laughed.

Scootaloo had gone to bed about an hour ago.  Rainbow and Twilight were deep into their lovemaking.  They’d been married for over half a year now but it was still like new.  Their love continued to grow as did their desire to please the pony they loved so much.

“Oh Celestia! Right there Lover-Pony, right there, don’t stop!” said Rainbow, backing away from her wife’s marehood enough to speak.

“I won’t if you won’t,” said Twilight muffled with her tongue in Rainbow.

The orgasm was rapidly approaching, it was going to be a good one for both when there was a knock at the door.

Scootaloo heard her mothers panicking; she knew it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to chide her parents for the mild curses they were whispering.  Scoot snickered and blushed a bit, knowing what she’d just interrupted.  

“Yes?” called out Twilight.

“May I come in for a moment?”

“Sure Squirt,” replied Rainbow.

Scootaloo opened the door and entered.  Twilight and Rainbow were sitting up in the bed.  Both were trying to get their heavy breathing under control.

“What’s up Sweetie?” asked Twilight.

“I can’t sleep,” said Scoot.

“Come up here,” said Rainbow.

Twilight levitated the blanket so their daughter could get in with them.

Scootaloo climbed up on the bed between her mothers, she figured she wouldn’t ask why the blanket was so messed up, she already knew the answer but didn’t want to embarrass her mothers...

This time.

“Are you having bad dreams?” asked Twilight.

“Is Spike snoring too loud?” asked Rainbow.

“We weren’t keeping you awake,” asked Twilight, slightly afraid to hear the answer, “were we?”

“No moms,” said Scootaloo, “I just keep thinking about this evening.”

“You’re excited about learning to levitate so you can fly?” asked Rainbow excitedly.

“I’m excited about that,” said the filly, “but it isn’t what I’m thinking about.”

“It’s Silver Spoon,” asked Twilight, “isn’t it.”

“Mom...

I think I really like her,” said Scootaloo.

“Well she’s your friend,” said Rainbow, “why shouldn’t you like her?”

“I don’t think that’s what she’s saying,” said Twilight.

“Ohhhhhh!” said Rainbow.

Even in the low light, it was easy to tell their daughter blushed.

“I can’t stop thinking of Silver; I can’t stop thinking of her kissing me.  It confused me at first.  But now, I think I really liked it.  

Is it wrong of me?  I know we’re young.”

“I was younger than you when I kissed my first colt,” said Rainbow, “it started out as a way to mess with his head.  But I found I really liked it too.  

But you see where it led.”

“So you think me kissing Silver Spoon is going to get me pregnant?” asked Scootaloo kidding.

“Hardly,” said Rainbow rolling her eyes, “but we’d really like it if you put thought into with who you become involved with and how deep.  

It’s fun.  But it can carry some emotional baggage which will stick with you for the rest of your life.  

You’re young and have time to discover these things.

At least your other mother never had to be concerned with those things, I was her first.”

“Yes Honey,” Said Twilight, with a snicker, “you were the first pony I ever gave myself to...

Fully.

But you weren’t the first pony I ever kissed.”

There was a quiet moment as it sunk in.

“Oh yeah?” said Scootaloo with a smile.

“Oh yeah!” said Rainbow, taken aback.

“You know Minuette,” asked Twilight.

         “The blue Unicorn with the hourglass cutie mark?” asked Rainbow.  

                   “The one you call ‘Mini’…

                             The one you meet for tea sometimes?”

“Yes, we were at the School for Gifted Unicorns together,” said Twilight.

“I thought you didn’t have any friends there,” said Rainbow, not sure if she should become jealous.

“I didn’t have friends there the same way I do here.  However, there were ponies I’d go to movies or other activities with.  We weren’t as close knit as Applejack, Rarity, Pinkie and Fluttershy but you could have considered Minuette, Lemon Hearts, Twinkleshine, Lyra Heartstrings and Moon Dancer as friends.  They’d go for the entertainment; I convinced myself I was only going for social interaction research.” Said Twilight, looking down in Scootaloo’s eyes and stroking her mane.  

“However, I don’t remember ever telling anypony I never had a...

Marefriend.”

Rainbow’s jaw dropped, Twilight continued:  

“One evening Minuette talked me into going with her to a very adult move;

                                             50 Shades of Hay...

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Several years earlier, before Twilight had graduated from school...

Two ponies are walking through the castle grounds, they’re on their way to the school dorm after watching a late feature at the movies.

“Oh Twilight!” said Minuette, “wasn’t that the most wonderful movie ever?”

“I guess,” said Twilight analyzing the plot devices in her head. “It was a complicated interaction between two ponies.  The level of emotional expression was puzzling however.  Especially the reaction starting with the physical contact with the lips.”

“Twilight, you make it sound like a science project or physical exam,” replied Minuette.

“Well I hope I never have a physical exam where the doctor tries to stick their tongue in my mouth.  The implications of the exchange of bodily fluids sound most unsanitary.  

Especially the exchange of bodily fluids which came after the kissing.  Kissing and orally stimulating another pony’s genitalia and anus.  (Twilight gave a full body shudder.)

I almost had to leave; the thought was making me sick.  And don’t get me started about using of the act of copulation for recreation.”

“You’re a mess, Twilight Sparkle,” said Minuette, shaking her head, “I truly hope one day you’ll loosen up and enjoy life.”

“I enjoy life,” exclaimed Twilight.  “When I discover a new fact, it can keep me up all night as I appreciate the deep logic the universe has to offer.  

It’s just emotional reactions get in the way and I find it has no real appeal to me.

Especially when you put the mixing of genders into the equation.  I’m afraid the thought of a colt doing anything physical to me at the level the movie was showing, well it disgusts...

No, it actually sickens me.”

Minuette thought for a moment, and then a small smile crossed her face.  She started to think how to put it into terms to catch Twilight’s attention.

“Let’s try an experiment,” said the blue Unicorn.

“What type of experiment?” asked Twilight, Minuette was speaking her language.

As the two had been walking, they were now by the formal statue garden.  In the garden were benches for ponies to sit and rest or just admire the art.  But this time of the late evening, when it was dark, they made nice private spots for rendezvous.

“Come with me,” said Minuette leading Twilight to a secluded bench at the very back of the garden.  “Have a seat and get comfortable, we could be her a while.”

Twilight sat, Minuette sat by her very, very close.  Twilight didn’t mind, it was starting to get cool and the warmth of Minuette was welcome.

“Let’s analyze the theorem, but let’s change some of the variables,” said Minuette, “how does that sound?”

The way Minuette phrased it intrigued Twilight.

“Okay,” said Twilight, “I’m listening.”

“Good,” said Minuette, scooting a little closer to Twilight.  The softness of Minuette’s flank felt nice against her own.  Then Minuette took Twilight’s hoof in hers.

“Now,” said Minuette, “close your eyes and think of the movie again, but in your mind replace the stallion...

With a mare.”

Twilight closed her eyes; she could see what Minuette was saying.  The thought of the two mares in most of the interactions, though awkward when trying to figure some of the later interactions, didn’t disgust her.  

In fact, she found it appealing.

She didn’t realize it but she was starting to smile.

“I thought as much,” said Minuette.

“What?” said Twilight, opening her eyes.  Not knowing to what Minuette might be referring.

Minuette’s face was close.

“You’re a mare-lover,” said Minuette.

Twilight was shocked, she never thought of herself as any kind of lover.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.  I’m a mare-lover.”

As Twilight thought, it started to make sense.  She’d never been comfortable around colts; her brother was a different thing.  But mares she found to be visually pleasing.  She knew if a colt sat as close as Minuette was doing now, actually touching or holding her hoof, she would’ve moved away instantly.  Whereas the physical contact with Minuette was pleasant.

“Perhaps,” said Twilight, “but I still don’t get the reaction to the kissing.  It just doesn’t appear to be sanitary.”

Minuette laughed at the stubborn refusal of Twilight to think in emotional terms.

“You need advanced field research.”

“What?” asked Twilight not sure where Minuette was going with this.

“You need somepony to kiss you,” said Minuette, “and I mean a good kiss!  Not a motherly goodnight kiss, peck on the lips either.  

Then you’d understand.”

“Like that’ll ever happen,” said Twilight chuckled.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” said Minuette with a twinkle in her eyes.

Minuette just smiled and before Twilight knew it, Minuette had put her forelegs around Twilight.  She drew her close and proceeded to instruct Twilight in the fine art of kissing.

Twilight tried to resist but her forelegs had a mind to their own.  They pulled Minuette close as Twilight gave in to passion for the first time in her life.

The feel of Minuette’s tongue was doing something to her.  Her body was feeling hot, flush and parts were aching for more stimulation.  The world around was vanishing.  All Twilight could see in her mind’s eye was Minuette.  The thoughts of earlier where she had, in her mind, replaced the stallion in the movie with a mare, the mare was now Minuette and the first pony became Twilight.

The world of emotional release opened for the first time in Twilight’s mind.  Things that’d been thought unnecessary or useless were coming into focus in this new frame of reference.

When they broke the kiss, Twilight didn’t even consider the exchange of saliva, even with the string of it still connecting the two mare’s tongues.  The two were breathing heavily.

“Not bad for a beginner,” said Minuette.  “You’ve no idea how long I’ve been looking for an excuse to do that.”

“I never knew,” said Twilight quietly and smiling.  “And now, I wish you’d have done it sooner.”

Minuette smiled as Twilight gently pulled Minuette closer to resume the kiss.  She couldn’t believe the joy she was feeling.  Minuette was very pleased with Twilight’s actions.

This continued for about an hour.  

Finally, they realized it was getting late and they had to return to the dorm.

“Minuette,” said Twilight, “thank you for the instruction.  It truly opened my eyes to something I never considered.”

“My pleasure, really.  You appear to be a fast learner,” said Minuette.  “But with any new skill, you do need practice to perfect it.”

“Are you suggesting follow up sessions?” asked Twilight hopefully.  “I hope you’re saying you want to be my research partner.”

“I think that would be agreeable.  And the term, to be precise, is marefriend.  And call me Mini.

I even have some novels which might help you with some research,” said Minuette with a smile and giving Twilight a small kiss.

“I think I’m going to like this marefriend stuff, Mini,” said Twilight.

“Me too, Twi,” said Minuette.

The two fillies smiled at each other, kissed a short kiss then hey continued back to the dorm, hoof in hoof.

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Back in the present...

We continued the relationship for about a year.  Things were getting serious, we'd often explore each other but we never quite ‘went all the way’.  We came close oh so many times and at times, it was hard to stop.  

But after that we both made a vow to not give ourselves to anypony at the level we were interacting again unless they were a pony who truly and totally loved us.  We figured what we were doing was more lust than love.  Mini is still a dear friend, but she has her own relationships and I have you.  

But she was so happy when she first heard about us.”

Rainbow sat dumbfounded.

“So that’s why you’re such a good kisser,” Rainbow said.  

Scootaloo looked up at Twilight and smiled at something she had never ever considered about the reserved Unicorn, now her mother.

“Thank you,” said Twilight leaning over and giving Rainbow a little kiss.  “I’ll give Mini your complements.”

“And I guess I’ll need to go with you when you have tea with your research partner Mini,” chuckled Rainbow.

All three ponies laughed.

“Well, at least I was second,” said Rainbow.

“You were,” said Twilight with a gleam in her eye, “if you don’t count the technique comparing research session at the sleepover with Mini, Twinkleshine and Lemon Hearts.  Oh Luna, that was some party!  Pinkie Pie would’ve been impressed.”

“Lover-Pony!” exclaimed Rainbow.

Twilight just giggled.

Scootaloo thought it best to change the subject before she became a member of a broken home.

“So what do I do?” asked Scoot.

“Sweetheart,” said Twilight.  “You’re young, but you’re getting older and it’s normal for you to be curious about such things as relationships and intimacies.  But you need to be careful if you do any ‘exploring’ with somepony.  You may be driven by your feelings but you need to remember, their feelings have to be taken into consideration.  

And for Celestia’s sake, never force or allow somepony to force you to do anything you don’t want to.  If they try to bully you or threaten to hurt you or your family, remember all you need to do is come to me or your other mother.  Nopony, NOPONY, can do anything to us with impunity.  

Your mother Rainbow is a pony to be reckoned with.  She may be a mare, but with her speed and agility, I’d bet there isn’t a stallion who would come out the winner in a confrontation with her, not even Bulk Biceps.”

“And I’d not like to be the pony who thinks they could outdo your mother horn to horn.  She isn’t Celestia’s protégé for nothin’.” said Rainbow.  “Just ask Trixie Lulamoon.”

Rainbow and Twilight looked lovingly into each other’s eyes.

Scootaloo’s heart swelled with pride at the realization of just how awesome her mothers really are.

“Silver Spoon says Diamond Tiara calls her homely and she has a secret she’s held over her head to keep her as a friend.” said Scoot.  “I think it’s the fact that Silver likes girls, and Diamond thinks if she tells ponies then Silver would be hated and nopony would want to be around her.

I know it’s just to make Silver Spoon feel inferior because I don’t think Silver is homely.”   Then blushing, “I think she’s cute.”

Both Twilight and Rainbow smiled.

“You need to help your friend and let her know what a terrible thing it is for somepony to try making her be what she’s not.” Said Rainbow, then kidding; “personally, I think it’s disgusting having two girls liking each other and kissing.”

Then looking at Scootaloo with mischief in her eyes, Rainbow started in a Pinkie Pie sing-song voice:

“♪Scootaloo-has-a-marefriend!  Scootaloo-has-a-marefriend! ♪”

That was met with a love tap from Twilight and Scootaloo.  Then the three laughed and lay back on the bed.

There was a group hug; Scootaloo laid her head on Twilight’s shoulder with her forelegs reaching out to Rainbow.

“I’m so lucky, thanks for understanding, I love my moms so much,” said Scootaloo as she started to drift off to sleep.

“It’s what moms do,” said Twilight, as she and Rainbow kissed her on the cheek. “And we love you just as much, my lovely daughter.”

Scootaloo smiled as Rainbow and Twilight held the little filly as she went to sleep.

“I still can’t believe we have such a special daughter,” said Twilight.

“A special daughter and a special wife,” said Rainbow, “even if she’s kissed half the fillies in Canterlot.

So by the way, who’s the better kisser?”

Twilight chuckled softly, and kissed Rainbow lightly.  

“Who???”

“Goodnight Honey,” said Twilight.

They held each other and Scootaloo, and then drifted off to sleep.

PART NINE: Secrets That Shouldn’t Be

It was about two months later, Scootaloo, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle had continued to cherish Silver Spoon as part of their group.  Silver was so happy to have a group of friends who accepted her as herself.  

As a result, the rest of her classmates had opened up to Silver Spoon as well.  Where before she’d had only one friend (and for the last year, in name only), she now had dozens of friends who wanted to have her on their team at recess, they wanted her to help with group activities at school, she even received invitations to birthday parties, she’d never before received any but from Diamond.  And those weren’t the most fun of events, just Diamond, her mother and father their butler and herself.  

But most importantly, ponies liked being around her.  It was like she was at a new school or she was a new pony.  And to tell the truth, Scootaloo made her feel like a new pony.

Silver’s parents appeared to really like Scootaloo also.  They could tell here was a friend who treated their daughter as an equal.  Scootaloo was respectful to Silver and to them as well, no airs in trying to act superior.  Silver’s parents wished Silver had hooked up with Scootaloo and this new set of friends before she’d fallen in with Diamond Tiara.  

But because of past interactions with their daughter and Diamond Tiara, they were worried at first about how much of a friend this new filly really was.  Especially after they found out this was one of the fillies she and Diamond would rank down so badly.  They feared this might be some trick to build Silver up and then hurt her in an act of vindictiveness.  

But when Soup Spoon, Silver’s father, looked out back one day and saw Silver and Scootaloo on the garden swing kissing, he was about to rush out to break it up.  But Tea Spoon, Silver’s mother, stopped him saying she’d rather Silver have a friend with true affection for their daughter, than one who only used her as some toady.  And if her friend was being tender and affectionate, then it was a good sign her feelings toward Silver were genuine.

And if it was a problem with her kissing another filly, then she told Soup to have a talk with his older sister, she being a mare-lover herself.

Plus, the kissing didn’t appear to be too deep, they mostly appeared to sit, talk and just hold hooves.  

And they made a cute couple.

It was Friday morning; Silver had been getting ready for school.  She was looking forward to this weekend.  The CMC were going to go to the movies together and then have a picnic at Sweet Apple Acres at their clubhouse.  They were even talking about it being a sleep over.  That made Silver nervous, but Scootaloo and the rest informed her Big Mac and Applejack would make visits in the night to check up on them, so it was safe.

Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by Diamond Tiara.  She was so desperate to get Silver Spoon to come back to being her friend, only.

“Why won’t you hang out with me?” demanded Diamond Tiara.  “Why do you choose to hang out with those losers.  You’re better than they are.  You used to not be able to stand them.”

Diamond had just walked in without asking and stormed into Silver Spoon’s room.  Silver was just sitting by her bedroom window, which from this second floor vantage she could see Golden Oak Library.  Silver fantasized one of the second floor windows in the massive tree was Scootaloo’s.  She believed Scootaloo was looking out window at her (which at the moment, she was).

“I acted that way because of you,” said Silver, “but they’ve forgiven me without question and have accepted me as an equal and not some pony to push around.  I do something with them that I never did with you, I actually have fun around them.  We laugh and play and just have a good time.

And what happened to your coltfriend?  Did he get tired of an elementary school filly?  I doubt he’s found a high school filly that’ll do what you do for him.”

“He still loves me!” exclaimed Diamond.  “It’s why I’m here.  Spinner’s cousin is in town and he asked me to find a date for him.  So I figured I’d try to bury the hatchet between us and get you back in my good graces.”

Silver chuckled, she could see right through this.  Spinner wouldn’t go out with Diamond unless she could provide a date for his cousin.

“You know I won’t go out with some random colt.  And I won’t do what they’d expect me to do...

Unlike you,” said Silver.  Then continuing after she let what she had just said sink in:

“I now have friends who I don’t have to earn their friendship.”

Diamond almost panicked, she hoped Silver’s parents weren’t listening and would want to know what Silver was talking about.  

She then noticed the CMC cape hanging behind the door and decided to get off that topic.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re now a Cootie Mark Crybaby.  You have your cutie mark.”

“So does Scootaloo and she’s still a Cutie Mark Crusader.” defended Silver.  “They band together to help each other, and not just to find a cutie mark.  And their friends don’t have to earn their friendship, especially Scootaloo.

You think you’re a hotshot because your father is big in business, here in Ponyville.  Both of Scootaloo’s moms and Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom’s sisters are wielders of the Elements of Harmony.  Plus Twilight is Princess Celestia’s right hoof pony.”

“Oh,” said Diamond snidely, “and do they know just how sick of a pony Scootaloo’s homely little friend is?”

“I’m not a sick pony,” exclaimed Silver, “and I’m not homely!  Just because you say it, doesn’t make it so.”

“To prove I’m not a closed minded pony,” said Diamond, trying to sound magnanimous, “I’ll give you one more chance to change your mind.  Otherwise I guess I’m going to have to let your friends know what kind of pony their homely little friend is.”

“Please leave,” said Silver, “you aren’t welcome here anymore.”

Diamond walked to the room’s door, grabbed the CMC cape and tossed it into Silver’s trashcan.

“You’ll rue your choice,” said Diamond leaving.  “Enjoy your day with your friends.  Because it’s going to be the last day they’ll want to be around a sick and homely pony like you.”

Silver Spoon ran to the trashcan, pulled her cape out, and cuddled it.

Silver heard Diamond leave, slamming the door behind herself.

Silver held the cape close to her cheek.  She was crying but trying not to be too loud about it.  She didn’t want her parents to have to ask what was going on.  She was unsure how they’d react.  She didn’t want to be deceitful but she wasn’t ready to tell them everything, not without first talking to Scootaloo.

She was sure Scootaloo had figured out her secret...

Obviously.  

Scoot would walk her home from their study sessions at the library; they’d go behind Silver’s house to the little garden swing. Silver Spoon was thrilled at the new talent of Scootaloo, doing levitation.  Nothing the size of a pony yet but it was a constant source of laughter.  Before, Diamond and Silver only laughed at ponies and not with them, this was so much better.

They would sit and talk, hold hooves and occasionally kiss. Neither Silver nor Scootaloo had worked up the courage for a real passionate kiss, yet.  

Then Silver would rest her head on Scootaloo’s shoulder and Scootaloo would rest her head lightly on Silver Spoon’s and then gently swing.  It was a feeling neither filly had ever thought they’d feel, and for a pony not too long ago would’ve been unthinkable.  

But the little pet names they called each other in private somehow strengthened her knowledge that Scootaloo really did care for her as much as she cared for Scootaloo.

But would the rest of her friends react badly.  Would her parents, her friend’s parents or the world see it from Diamond’s point of view?

Silver knew Scootaloo would stand up for her, and be there for her.  But would their parents try to keep them apart?

Silver finished getting ready for school.  She couldn’t wait to see Scootaloo and all her friends, but mostly Scootaloo.

It was a normal school day; Scootaloo had her desk next to Silver Spoon’s.  They would glance at each other, smile and then quickly return to work, they didn’t want Miss Cheerilee to think they were cheating.  

It was funny, Scootaloo was using levitation to write like Unicorns do, it was an exercise given by her mom Twilight to hone control of her levitation.  But when Scootaloo would glance at Silver Spoon, her concentration would be broken and her pencil would clatter to the floor.  Scootaloo would blush and levitate it back to her desk, Silver Spoon would giggle.

In fact, Sweetie Belle was a little jealous Scoot’s levitation was much more advanced than her own.  But not too jealous.

At lunch and recess, she was glad the CMC always hung out together, by hanging out with their friends, it wasn’t so obvious she and Scootaloo were trying to stay close.  She was happy Scootaloo was paying as much attention to herself as well.

They were at the library for their final study session of the week.  The four friends were doing more talking about the coming weekend than studying.  It was getting warmer and Silver had suggested they plan a pool party soon.  Summer vacation was just a month off, and it looked as if it was going to be the best one anypony had had yet.  It was such a kick for all four ponies.  More friends meant more laughs, and having a friend with a pool was killer!

There was a knock at the door.  During regular hours all a pony had to do was enter, it was a public library.  Only after hours did it become a private dwelling.

Twilight went to the door and opened it.  There stood a very formal looking, older pony.

“Randolph?” said Silver in recognition.

“Good day Mrs. Dash.” Said Randolph in a very proper voice.

“Good day, won’t you come in?”

“Thank you, no,” said the formal pony.  “I am here to deliver an important request.  

My mistress requests your presence at the town square in thirty minutes.  You, your mate and your daughter.  I was also told to convey the same to Miss Spoon if I were to see her.  I was also to communicate it was of the utmost importance.

Thank you and good day.”

The pony turned and walked away.

“Who in the hoof was that?” asked Twilight.

“That was Randolph,” said Silver, “the Rich’s butler.”

“Do you know what it might be about?” asked Twilight.

Silver looked panicked, she looked at Scootaloo with fear on her face and tears forming in her eyes.

“My moms know and they’re fine with it.” Said Scootaloo with a chuckle, “why wouldn’t they be?”

“You mean that Silver Spoon likes girls,” said Sweetie Belle, “and Scootaloo and Silver really like each other?”

Twilight, Scootaloo and Silver looked surprised at the Unicorn filly.

“We know,” said Apple Bloom.

“I thought we were secret about it,” said Scootaloo.

“Pbbbt,” went Sweetie Belle, blowing a raspberry, “you’ve been quite careful but we’ve been friends long enough to know you Scootaloo.  It was obvious, at least to us.”

“We’re your friends,” said Apple Bloom, “it’s why we ain’t said nothin’.  We fig’erd you’d tell us when you wanted us to know.”

Again, Silver Spoon marveled at the respect between her friends.  Here was something they could have held over their friend, but instead they respected Scootaloo’s and her privacy.

“Sweetheart,” said Twilight to Scootaloo, “go upstairs, get your mother and tell Spike to watch the library while we’re away.”

Then turning to Silver Spoon:

“It’ll be okay Silver, you’ve nothing to worry about and we won’t let anything happen to you.  We all love Scootaloo and so we love you as well.”

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle nodded their heads in agreement.

Silver was still being amazed by the treatment she received from Scootaloo and her family and friends.  It wasn’t like there were any issues with Diamond’s parents.  But they were never around much to pay attention to their daughter and what she was up to.  

Perhaps the real root of Diamond’s behavior.

The Dash’s along with Silver Spoon, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle walked to the town square.  There waiting were Silver’s parents along with Diamond’s parents.  Rarity and Applejack were there as well.  Most of the ponies were known to each other, although Silver’s parents weren’t as well known.  

Everypony knew Rarity as a designer and dressmaker and who didn’t know the Apples?

“Hello,” said Twilight to Silver’s father, “I’m one of Scootaloo’s moms, Twilight Dash, and this is my wife Rainbow Dash.  Scootaloo and Silver are friends.”

“Yes they are,” said Soup Spoon with a knowing smile.  “I’m Soup Spoon and this is my wife Tea Spoon.  It’s so good to meet you, I can’t tell you how much we appreciate the way Scootaloo and her friends have treated Silver.  It’s so refreshing she has friends and not just some pony who tries to dominate and control her.”

Filthy and Spoiled Rich looked surprised at this revelation.

“Soup Spoon?” said Rainbow.  “You run the restaurant, Chez Pony.”

“Owner, operator and Executive Chef,” said the pony proudly.

“Our compliments,” said Twilight, “my wife and I enjoy eating there when we can.”

“You’re too kind,” said Soup, beaming at the praise, “next time you’re there, let me know, I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of.”

“That won’t be necessary,” said Twilight politely, “but it’s great to meet the parents of our daughter’s friend.”

The small talk was cut short with the arrival of Randolph and Diamond Tiara.

Diamond climbed up on the older pony’s back, at some obvious discomfort to him.

“What’s this all about,” asked Filthy Rich, Diamond’s father.

“I’m glad you asked daddy,” said Diamond, glaring at Silver Spoon.  

Diamond could imagine the horror Silver was feeling, she was sure her ex-friend was going to be so crushed when she gave her announcement, it would silence and shame her forever.  All her new friends would avoid Silver Spoon like the Palomino Plague and have nothing to do with her ever.  

How apropos, even the detested Cutie Mark Crusaders will be against her.  Maybe Silver’s own parents will turn her out.

It was a delicious revenge, how dare anypony choose somepony else over her.

What she didn’t realize was this was making her careless.  All she could think of was her spiteful revenge.  She had in her mind exactly how it’d all turn out.

Unfortunately for Diamond, things don’t always turn out like you plan.

“For some time now,” continued Diamond, “there’s been a shameful secret going on.  I’ve tried to protect a pony I thought was a friend.

But it turns out things have gone so far out of control I can’t, with a clear conscience, continue to protect a pony who needs help and shouldn’t be around normal ponies.”

“Diamond has a conscience?” whispered Apple Bloom to Sweetie Belle.  The two fillies snickered, but anything else was cut off by the disapproving stares Rarity and Applejack was giving them.

“What are you saying,” asked Filthy Rich.

“Apparently, Silver Spoon has hidden it well,” said Diamond, her voice starting to drip with venom like a viper.  And like a viper, Diamond was coiled for the strike.

“But it’s time for everypony to know Silver Spoon...”

Diamond paused for dramatic effect.

“Likes girls!”

Looks of hate, repulsion and disgust...

Failed to cross the ponies’ faces.  They all just stood there looking at Diamond as if there were Breezies flying out of her ears.  Even through her pink coat, a pony could tell she was starting to become quite flush.

“Didn’t you hear me?” asked Diamond, stomping her hoof, causing Randolph more distress.  “Silver Spoon likes girls!  She’s a sick and homely pony and she needs to be locked away!”

“You like girls?” Scootaloo asked Silver, feigning shock.  Silver saw Scoot wink the eye on the side where Diamond couldn’t see.

“Yes,” replied Silver Spoon without any trace of guilt, “yes I do.”

“Well I know exactly what to do about that,” exclaimed Scootaloo.

Diamond smiled for a moment at Scootaloo’s reaction, but then...

Scootaloo put a foreleg around Silver Spoon’s neck, drew her close and kissed Silver their first passionate kiss.  It didn’t matter their parents were there watching.  The feeling of the other’s tongue was as much a thrill as they’d hoped.   They held the kiss as long as they dared; they were trying to make a point without getting too carried away.

“Go Scootaloo!” said Apple Bloom.

“Hush,” said Applejack, trying not to laugh.

The two broke the kiss and embraced for a moment.  Then Scootaloo turned and looked at a dumbfounded Diamond Tiara.

“And Silver Spoon isn’t homely,” defended Scootaloo, “she’s a beautiful pony with a heart to match.

Do you want to know what homely is?  Homely is a pony who thinks she’s better than everypony else.  A pony who thinks the only way to keep a friend is to threaten them with something to embarrass or humiliate them.”

Silver beamed from the praise.  Their parents also were proud of the stance Scootaloo was taking.

“I hope you don’t plan on being a musician or politician,” said Filthy to his daughter, “because you’ve no idea who your audience is.

Apparently, Scootaloo’s parents, Twilight and Rainbow are mare-lovers.  As are Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom’s sisters.  As is your mother’s sister, your auntie Ruby.”

“And my sister,” said Soup Spoon, “Silver’s aunt Golden.”

“You tried to hold something over me I was afraid of anypony knowing as a way to control me.” Said Silver, actually feeling for the first time in a very long time she was empowered and wasn’t obliged to Diamond Tiara, and it felt good.  

“Now I know a secret is only as powerful as you let it be.  I guess your secret is just as powerful.”

The last part came out without Silver meaning to.  She really didn’t want to start something, or be seen as trying to get Diamond back.  

But it was too late.

“No!” exclaimed Diamond wild eyed, “you wouldn’t!”

“What secret, young filly?” demanded Filthy Rich to his daughter.

Diamond looked terrified.  She didn’t think Silver would really take it this far.  She’d thought Silver would still be under her hoof and would be silent at her whim.

“What secret,” asked Tea Spoon to her daughter.

“I didn’t mean to say that, I don’t want to be like Diamond and tell something just to hurt somepony,” said Silver.

“Sil,” said Scootaloo, “some secrets are innocent, like Sweetie Belle drools when she sleeps.”

“Hey!” exclaimed Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom giggled.

“But some secrets don’t need to be secrets.” Continued Scootaloo, “if it’s what you’ve talked to me about, then you need to share.”

“Please don’t,” said Diamond, jumping off Randolph’s back and on her knees before Silver Spoon and Scootaloo.  “I promise I’ll stop!”

“Silver!” demanded Soup Spoon.

Diamond Tiara lay prostrate on the ground crying.  She knew she was done for.

“What Diamond doesn’t want anypony to know is she and her coltfriend Spinner have been having sex for some time now,” said Silver looking uncomfortable as Filthy glared down at his daughter.  “She’d even tell her parents she was spending the night with me but she and Spinner would be spending the night together.

Spinner would try to get Diamond to make me go out with them and some friend or relative of Spinner’s so I would too.  But I wanted nothing to do with it, even when I still thought Diamond was my friend.  It’s probably why she was so upset I only like girls.”

“Diamond didn’t think this ‘n’ through very well,” said Apple Bloom.

“Apple Bloom, Hush,” said Applejack.

Filthy looked at his daughter, trying not to lose his cool in front of these other ponies.

“Is this true,” asked Filthy, “and know your actions have already answered me.  But I want to give you the chance to confess.”

“Daddy!’ pleaded Diamond, “I’ll not do it anymore, I swear!”

“You’re right,” said Filthy, “you’ll not.  And I’ll be having a talk with my lawyer and Spinner’s parents as well.  He’s way too old to even be going out with a filly your age.”

Filthy looked around, feeling the shame his pampered daughter had brought on herself, and by extension, his family.

“I’m sorry for this everypony,” said Filthy, “know she’s never been taught by myself or my wife to think like this.  As I said, my wife’s sister Ruby is a mare-lover.  And Ruby has always been a kind and loving pony to Diamond.  

And Rich’s Barnyard Bargains has always catered to anypony, regardless.  

But as father, I take full responsibility; I guess her mother and I have spoiled Diamond too much.  But this is our fault and as such, we’ll make sure the mistakes will never be repeated.”

Then turning to his butler.

“Randolph, take Diamond home.”  

Then Filthy addressed his wife:

“Spoiled, I think it’s time we look into the boarding school in Manehatten we discussed.”

Spoiled Rich just nodded her head.

It was the last time they saw Diamond until Hearth Warming vacation.  

The Rich’s left but the rest stayed in place.

“Now, as for the two of you,” said Soup Spoon, “what’re we going to do with you?”

“Us?” said Silver Spoon and Scootaloo in unison, not sure why the attention was on them now.

“What’d we do?” asked Scootaloo.

“I don’t know,” said Rainbow, “boarding schools on opposite sides of Equestria sounds like a good idea.”

“Don’t do that,” squealed Sweetie Belle.

“Be quiet Darling,” said Rarity to her sister.

“Mom!” exclaimed Scootaloo.

“No! Please,” said Silver, “we’ll do anything!”

“There’s a we?” asked Twilight.

“Don’t separate us!” said Silver Spoon.

“Please don’t,” begged Scootaloo, “I love her!”

Silver and Scootaloo looked at each other.  There was a look of inconceivable joy on their faces.

“Beg pardon?” said Rainbow.

“We’ve never said this before, not even to each other,” said Silver Spoon, “but I do love Scootaloo.”

“Well, this is a time for revelations,” said Tea Spoon.  

There was a moment when everypony was quiet.  Silver and Scootaloo took the other’s hoof, bracing themselves for the worst.

“But I believe we already knew this.” Said Twilight with a smile.

“This isn’t the first time we’ve met with Scootaloo’s parents, we only acted like it was the first time meeting as not to get the two of you concerned,” said Tea Spoon.  “We’ve talked about your relationship and came to the conclusion we can trust you two.”

“But we do have to ask,” said Twilight, more serious than Scootaloo had ever seen her.  “And we know you’ll tell the truth...”

“No,” said Silver Spoon anticipating the question, “we haven’t had sex.”

“We haven’t wanted to,” said Scootaloo.  “Yes, we kiss, we hold hooves and we like to be together.  When I’m not with Silver Spoon, I’m thinking of her.”

“And I think of Scootaloo as well,” said Silver Spoon.

“Good enough for me,” said Twilight.

The other adults agreed.  Silver Spoon and Scootaloo looked confused.

“I guess we’ll have to keep an eye on you two,” said Soup Spoon.

“It’d be easier to trust them if they were together,” said Rainbow, “that way we can watch them both at the same time.”  

“Less chance of them feeling like they have to sneak around.” Said Tea Spoon.

“You can trust us,” said Scootaloo.

“You can trust us,” said Silver Spoon still holding Scootaloo’s hoof.

“We know we can trust you,” said Tea Spoon.  “We have so far.  But you understand there are limits on how far you can go at your age, even if it’s between two fillies.  If we find you’ve gone beyond those limits, even the slightest, then we’ll separate you two.  And boarding schools on the opposite sides of Equestria might not be too farfetched.”

“Let’s go to my restaurant and we can talk about the rules and how we can handle this.” Said Soup Spoon.  “Miss Applejack, Miss Rarity, you’re welcome to come too.  And I think we can use Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom to help keep an eye on these miscreants.”

Scootaloo and Silver suddenly realized they weren’t going to be kept apart.  In fact, their parents were going to be working out how they would be allowed to be together.  

They kissed again out of joy.

“Oooo, Gross! Fillies kissin’,” said Apple Bloom laughing.

This was met with Rarity levitating Applejack’s hat and swatting Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle.

“What did I do?” squealed Sweetie.

“I’m sure we’ve missed something,” said Rarity, replacing Applejack’s hat to its rightful place.

“Thanks Sugar Cube,” said Applejack to her partner, giving a kiss to Rarity’s cheek.

“Come along girls,” said Twilight chuckling, “there’ll be time for that later.”

FINAL PART: Unexplored Territory

It had been a month since the big revelations.  There were rules laid down on how Scootaloo and Silver Spoon were to act.  

Like now, it was late Friday night and Silver was spending the night with Scootaloo.  It still wasn’t a constant thing, but occasionally one filly would stay the night on a Friday/weekend with the other.  Their families were getting to know their daughter’s marefriend and their family well and all were becoming close friends.

Silver was thrilled when, with her parent’s permission, Twilight had put the Walk On Clouds spell on her so she could share Scootaloo’s cloud bed.

The main rule was the door to the room must stay all the way open and at all times.

Especially when they were in the bed.  

But this was no problem.  They were telling the truth when they told their parents they’d no desire to have sex, not yet at least.

Oh, there were certain deep kisses their hooves just happened to brush against the other’s nipples or marehood, but they didn’t linger...  Too long.  They didn’t want to give any reason for their parents to separate them.  And the joy of being together was enough for the moment.

They were looking toward the end of the school year in just days and how their relationship will evolve.  They knew they couldn’t spend the entire time together, there were plans with family, with their fellow Cutie Mark Crusaders and as with any relationship, there would be time apart to rest.

But to everypony, their love was certain, and they knew it would continue to grow.

By now, they’d worked out a bedroom for Spike so he didn’t get too weirded out.  Especially with Scootaloo getting much more in touch with her feminine side.  Just as Rainbow had decided to so she could please Twilight, Scootaloo was trying to be herself, yet trying to please Silver Spoon as well.  Silver Spoon noticed and really appreciated her marefriend’s efforts.

Spike especially liked the arrangement because now he could put as many pictures of Rarity on the walls as he liked.

Rainbow and Twilight were getting ready to turn in.  As always, they checked the ground level to make sure doors and windows were secure.  Crime wasn’t a big concern in Ponyville.  There were rumors in lands across the sea where wild ponies still lived, where things were lawless.  But here, it wasn’t as much of a concern.  But it was better safe than sorry.

The couple then went to the living level to check on Spike and then their daughter and her marefriend.  

Spike was never a problem getting to sleep, except when he got a new comic book and would try to read it late.  But usually he was asleep before his head was on the pillow.

Checking in on Scootaloo, Twilight just stood at the door peering in.  From the light of Luna’s moon pouring through the window on the couple, Twilight could see Silver Spoon lying on her side, her glasses off and on a side table, with Scootaloo embracing her from behind.  It was the classic ‘spooning’ position.  Both fillies had such a look of peace and contentment on their faces.

Rainbow came up to her wife and put a foreleg around her.

“What ‘cha thinkin’?” whispered Rainbow.

Twilight reached a foreleg across and put her hoof on the hoof around her.

“I was thinking I know exactly what they’re feeling,” said Twilight quietly, then turning her head and gave Rainbow a little kiss.  “How the right pony can completely change your life and bring joy which wasn’t even imagined before.”

“For a pony who, in the past, I never really considered to be an emotional pony,” said Rainbow, tightening slightly her embrace, “you’re truly a romantic.  I don’t even think Rarity could match you.”

“Honey,” said Twilight, “when it comes to you.  Nopony could match the way I feel.”

“I think Scootaloo might argue that point with you,” said Rainbow.

“Maybe,” said Twilight, “but we don’t have to keep our door open.”

Rainbow got the message and the two walked to their room and closed the door.

With the sound of the door closing, Silver Spoon turned over and looked into Scootaloo’s eyes.  They held each other close.

“I thought they’d never go to bed,” said Scootaloo with a giggle.

“Me too,” said Silver Spoon.  “I love you Scootie.”

“I love you so much Sil.”

Silver Spoon’s response was her tongue hungrily exploring Scootaloo’s.

“Don’t get too carried away,” said Twilight’s voice from down the hall.

“How’d she know?” asked Silver.

“I’m a Unicorn,” came Twilight’s voice.

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Igniting Writing ‘Explore’ Contest 2019, Submission by ‘Kira_Collins88’ from Young Writers Project

Submission number 12 has been received for our ‘Explore’ themed teen creative writing contest, led jointly by Igniting Writing, Lake Erie Ink, Young Writers Project and Fighting Words. It was sent in by ‘Kira_Collins88′, another user from Young Writers Project, and it’s an interesting tale titled ‘The Lion’s Odyssey’. There’s an interesting narrative voice and an intriguing plotline, so have a read for yourself below:

Outwardly, my mother seems pretty ordinary. Miyamoto Mitsuko Suzue commenced life as a second-generation Japanese American. The Suzues lived in a meagre town in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. Diversity was paltry and Miyamoto struggled as bigotry became increasingly prevalent. Bowing her head against harsh words and prejudice was her norm and she desired nothing more than to leave. From day one she envisaged a world outside her town, fabricated places to explore. There was a hunger in her, a craving to pinpoint where she fit in the puzzle of the universe. 

Her pursuit of exploration swelled when she rocketed out of high school, where she proceeded to formulate her education around photography. Not only did she idolize the art, she was resolute on becoming a photojournalist. Globetrotting while molding a story behind a viewfinder was a job she deemed her calling. Furthermore, Miyamoto harbored a delicious secret, one on the romantic side. A freshman exchange program had introduced her to Mexico City, and that audacious escapade was exalted by Aaron Torres. They’d dated for five of the six months she’d been there, and Miyamoto planned on returning to her inamorato at the first chance. 

Little did she know, Aaron Torres hadn’t been thinking of her lately. Of course, Aaron wasn’t unsympathetic. He was genial and benevolent, but he couldn’t await the lambent lady from his sophomore year. Eva Andino, a bounteous woman, snagged his heart. 

Thus leaving Miyamoto stranded. Her flight to Michigan left in three weeks. Her Spanish was subpar, despite extensive studying, and she was alone. An unfledged baccalaureate attempting to salvage her vacation. She had aspired to take snapshots of the exquisite capital, but she was lost, toting a hefty camera bag and suitcase. Companions from her previous Mexico trip were dispersed, barely a handful in immediate reach. 

Thankfully, Pia Rodriguez was one among that handful. Pia had a dense network of associates, connections to almost every conceivable person. She was astonishingly animated, making all look placid by contrast. Befriending Pia Rodriguez was the ultimate guarantee of safety and piquant dishes. Miyamoto’s expedition persisted, rescued from derailment at the hands of a juvenile boy. 

She devoted her days to touring Mexico. The sundry hues of the Mexico City houses ensnared Miyamoto. The exotic aromas and customs engrossed her. It was generally a 50-50 chance if Pia accompanied her. Someone so illustrious could only be tethered down transiently. Miyamoto was glad for whatever sporadic company she obtained. Finding a dry hour amidst the summer rains when Pia and she could drink in the sunlight became a jaunty game. 

Now, I must draw you to the other side of our tale, where Roman Ortega rented a room alongside his pregnant girlfriend, Melina. Miyamoto had passed by their apartment a few times. A mint-green two-story with a faded orange stucco roof and a tiny crimson garage. Miniature Mexican flags were strung along the balcony fencing. 

And as fate would have it no other way, Melina didn’t survive delivery. 

If Miyamoto hadn’t embarked on an evening stroll, she could’ve avoided it all. If she hadn’t strode outside shortly after Melina’s passing, our paths never would’ve clashed. But Miyamoto witnessed Roman’s harrowing act. She saw the young father, his curly brown locks dishevelled and clothes wrinkled. His skin was wan and his eyes red-rimmed, the taint of whiskey weighing on him. He lurched towards the local church, clutching his daughter. Facing the looming steeple and delicate stain glass felt like marching to the jaws of a guillotine. His palms were clammy around the newborn pressed to his chest.

The baby was whimpering, useless to prevent the approaching calamity. The gentle slope of stairs to the chapel was cold as ice, the dusk steadily seeping the stone of warmth. Roman felt none of it. His eyes blurred when he placed his child at the church doors, his limbs numb. An immense chasm yawned within him in light of his loss. Melina dying had morphed him into a shell, snapped his grip on reality. Roman Ortega departed the church detached from his surroundings. He didn’t see the satiny indigo sky or the glow of illuminated patio lights. He was in freefall, his resolve shattered.

Miyamoto saw. She saw the swaddled child and heard the pattering of Roman’s retreating gait. Miyamoto felt frozen to the spot, petrified by the scene. A deep maternal sense seized her and she was coddling the blubbering bundle at once. She sat on the steps, stupefied. The crescent moon was sluggishly superseding the sunset. She wanted to hammer on Roman’s door, no matter the early hour, and demand he take his newborn back. But she couldn’t, not when he had deserted her on a whim that the priests may welcome her.

The dusk should’ve been temperate, but Miyamoto tugged the baby’s blankets tighter to block a sharp chill. An eerie sensation had filled Miyamoto, an ominous peril constricting her throat. Shadows were awakening on the horizon’s edge, surging up to capture their prey. The engravings on the church façade, wisps of Bible teachings, grew hostile.

Miyamoto bonded inexplicably with the child, pitying the abandoned girl with an accompanying sense of reflection. Miyamoto understood being an outsider, battling with demons of identity. Throughout her toils she’d at least had her family for support. She retained the assertion that his disparities made her distinctive. She had history. If she left, the girl wouldn’t have that. No priest or foster care personnel would tag her as Roman’s offspring. There was no promise of anyone would bother to tell her what occurred on these steps. She’d have no background. To combat those plights at an early age was plenty gruesome, but to have no one would be arduous. 

She wasn’t brought back to Roman’s apartment, instead to Pia’s scantily furnished flat. Miyamoto clambered inside, hastening to escape the beasts of the blackness. Pia was like a cat, always landing on her feet and seldom disoriented. But when Miyamoto showed up with a baby and a dreadful tale she was baffled. Pia paced for an eternity, striding back and forth in front of the coffee table. Silence oozed between the cracks in the walls, poisoning the air with uncertainty and unrest.

Two weeks later, a plane carrying Miyamoto Suzue arrived in Michigan. She was a hot mess, overwhelmed from the plunge into an unfamiliar lifestyle. Pia had been a monumental help, but she was gone now. Pia belonged in Mexico as much as the sun belonged in the sky and Michigan was out of the question. Miyamoto could only replay their final moments together, Pia embracing Miyamoto at the door and swiping at escaped tears. Pia didn’t normally cry, but she could scarcely think what trying years waited for her friend.

“You can still see the world, Miya. Hoshi isn’t the end of your fun.” Pia murmured.

“I wish that were true,” Miyamoto replied, pulling Pia close. Pia’s eyebrows knit, yet she didn’t voice her doubts. Pia was soon whisked away by another group of comrades, Miyamoto waving woefully to Pia’s retreating silhouette. Miyamoto knew Pia’s apathy wasn’t intended to harm, merely as a shield against worse emotions. Pia had endured far too many farewells to not have a defense mechanism assembled.

Miyamoto’s Mexico crusade was a rollercoaster of phenomena, beginning with schoolgirl heartbreak and concluding with a baby. Miyamoto Suzue was nothing short of a dreamer, ambition coursing through her veins. There was no staying put for her, not while her unremitting thirst for pioneering remained unquenched. How could anyone lacking such a headstrong mindset and robust fortitude walk in her shoes? It necessitated the lion inside her to shoulder through. Coming forth from that atrocious evening true to herself was no easy feat. Because if I’m being honest, there was considerable creative liberty on my part painted into the portrait of that night. My mother has spoken sparingly on the sensitive matter and I do my best to complete the picture. I do know the subsequent events of Miyamoto’s arrival, a bit worse for wear and discombobulated due to her new travel mate’s frequent crying, in Michigan.

She never revisited Mexico. Miyamoto Mitsuko Suzue moved to Sunnyvale, California, on a job offer. There, she met and married Dr Bradley Lane in a whirlwind romance. Dr Lane was the gentleman of all epic fantasies, a superb partner to Miyamoto. He was a radiologist with a wiry frame and gleaming copper hair. Dr Lane didn’t care that his beloved daughter Hoshiko Roman Suzue wasn’t of his flesh and blood. Miyamoto gave a perfunctory explanation about me, and Dr Lane was wise enough to not pressure her.

Miyamoto went on to have kids with Dr Lane in her thirties. My first sibling came when I was eleven and another at nearly fourteen. Dr Lane is more of a father to me than my biological one, having nurtured me since age six. Roman Xavier Ortega wasn’t informed of my existence until I turned nineteen and mustered the courage and resources to track him. We have a detached relationship, an annual birthday card and Christmas card with his kids plastered on it. Last I checked, he has a whole slew of children. Five to be exact. I suppose I’m happy for him, but I can hardly focus on that Christmas card without anger twisting a knife in my gut. Abandonment isn’t cured with biannual Hallmark cards.

Abandonment, however, is placated with my family. And what an odd bunch we are. Kaiyo is the middle child, my mother’s stab at a conventional infant. His name means ‘forgiveness’. Carter is the youngest, a notorious ladies’ man. He snagged the prime features of both his parents, ending up with a rich black mane and blue-green eyes. His name means ‘one who transports goods by carts’ because at that point my mother yielded the naming reins to Dr. Lane. He didn’t apprize meaningful names as she did.

Miyamoto’s adventurousness was deprioritized thanks to me. In adopting me, she was flung into a spiral, making tremendous sacrifices to atone for a man who didn’t provide a thing for me. But the spark of discovery refuses to stray far from my mother. It attracts to her like a magnet, undeterred across her euphoric decades of life. The minute Carter graduated she was off, lugging her camera bag and Dr Lane in tow. I’ve pored over infinite pictures, enraptured by how her gaze translates to the camera lens. I wonder if she regretted rearing me, a topic she regarded most exclusive and never discussed with me. Wonder what journey she is on now, soaring loftily above the clouds.

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Chapter Three

Ghosts and Grave Robbers

 The graveside service lasted the usual hour, but Truman and his siblings lingered for at least another forty minutes, so I guessed that the old girl did not get to rest under the sod until closer to three. I also had to be back in the office by two preparing the final documents, answering the telephone and dealing with vendors or nursing home/hospice administrators who thought they should be entitled to group rates for the indigent dead we buried in our Potter’s Field. I could not get back to wiping down and replacing headstones under after dark. And I would not be in time to stop Old Sharpe.  

Rain hadn’t fallen in fact for a few days, so the grass clippings didn’t stick to most of the flat surfaces. It was the scraps and bits of moss that clung to the ornate designs and inscriptions of the wealthy dead that eat up time and nick my fingers. The middle class’s stones are simpler. Names, birth dates and death dates for the most part. Here and there you get a design or a quote, but nothing excessive. Potter’s Field “residents” get brass plaques flush with the grass with no one to really care about them.

Now nineteenth century folks who had money could and did drive this twenty-first century caretaker crazy with detailed carvings of sheep and angels and weeping women in long gowns full of moss- and mold-growing folds, not to mention the extra words to describe the loving mother, faithful father, beloved child and so forth. I realize it’s all to comfort the surviving family, but, after living all of my thirty years in a cemetery and reading the records and hearing the ghosts’ gossip, I have to wonder how much of those endearments are wishful thinking.

Take Old Man Sharpe, and I wish somebody would.

    The official records of the time list him as Benjamin Antony Sharpe, born 1831 and died 1881. The newspaper obituary described him as a “leading citizen who loved God and served his fellow man.” He left neither widow nor children, except for the town’s orphans housed in Heaven’s Angels Children’s Home and the women of the three Magdalene houses he oversaw with other leading citizens. Benjamin Sharpe was upright man, as the white marble stone stated in Gothic script over his grave in the southwest corner of Section A’s front skirt.

    But there’s more to the man. My grandparents spoke of him as “Der Parekh,” a bad man, but that is all I knew until after they died. I pulled the records from the library’s stacks, made hard copies from their microfiche and, on my own time at home, Googled his name. A notice in the newspaper, dated the day after his death, announced an inquiry into his death, hinting that a man of 50 in “splendid health” might have died under suspicious circumstances. His maids Bridget O’Doole and Mary Kate Bailey were being held for questioning. “Obviously Irish,” the article went on to note. The reporter omitted, or assumed the readers would add with a shudder, the words “and likely Catholic.”

“The good people of Sayresville demand an answer,” the article concluded.

    Thanks to the Freedom of Information Act and a few late hours on the Internet, I found the record of the inquest and the maids’ testimony.

As it turned out, it was a good public relations move to publish the obituary before the inquest. The maids, the cook and Sharpe’s valet told stories of Sharpe’s quick temper and his regular nighttime habit of draining two bottles of brandy, and then walloping the tar out of both maids with a specially knotted belt. According to Bridget, on the night of his death, he’d cornered both girls in their narrow bedroom. He’d bent them over a bed with their shifts raised to their waists and had the belt ready to flay them when he “wheezed a bit like he was took by surprise” and fell down dead.

The valet, a “small Canadian” named Richard according to the inquest records, offered to tell more of Sharpe drinking and then being unable to find the privy. The valet further hinted that the upstanding citizen had more than once peed on stray dogs and late-night walkers.

    The officials cut the inquest short at that point. The determination they made official was death by natural causes.

    But “natural causes” in the corporeal sense does not explain a ghost still wandering the cemetery and harassing other ghosts nearly 130 years after his death. And that is what Old Sharpe does when Varney knocks loose Sharpe’s head stone as the mower did after any funeral. As Varney did the day of Eulalie Plutarch’s funeral.

    I know this because the two ghosts I call my gossips caught me heading out to finish the wipe-downs that night.

    “He’s out again!” yipped the first one, who was Missy Drucker. She had been a housewife who died at the age of 37 in 1951 of a burst appendix. Her family buried her with a headstone complete with Psalm 23 and a rare color photograph of Missy. She’d been a pretty brunette with vacant blue eyes dressed in pastels. Six years ago, the plastic or whatever cover that held the photograph onto the stone fell off, as did her photograph. The required search for family members turned up no Druckers in upstate New York that acknowledge a Missy Drucker, or a Michelle Drucker nee Baker, let alone give permission and funds to replace the photo or the cover. Regs would not allow me to do so, either. It’s a vain hope that someone someday might come to claim that fading picture, but I keep it with my ledger. I like to be prepared.

    “He yelled at me to raise my dress!” the other told me. This was Mischa Bridey, born in 1892 and died in the influenza pandemic of 1919. She must have been a spinster school teacher. It may be that her white shirtwaist cinched too tightly at her waist over a heavy dark skirt that swept along the gravel. Or her blackish hair stayed now for eternity in a tight bun that gave her headache. Or maybe, back in her living days, she really needed to get laid. She never has anything good to say about men and she is, in general, a bespectacled, pinch-faced grump.    Then again, until seven years ago in the spring, someone had come every June to lay six yellow roses on her grave. I found the last bouquet dried out from a rainless July and “borrowed” one of the petals for my ledger. You never know about some people. Or ghosts, for that matter.

    You have more questions: yes, ghosts exist. I see them most nights, occasionally during the day, and have done so since I was a baby. I’ve felt the cold that surrounds the ones whose bodies died by violence and the softer coolness of those who passed more peacefully. Ghosts, spirits, “hain’ts,” etc. - they’ve gone by all sorts of politically correct and incorrect labels, but the CPF has a fair share of the haunters for Onondaga County.

Yes, I talk with them.

    And no, I don’t really know what a ghost is in the physical sense. I also don’t know if ghosts realize they are dead or not. It seems rude to ask. Furthermore, I doubt they’d behave any differently than if they did realize it. I would be willing to bet Old Man Sharpe wouldn’t.

    “I know,” I said to Missy and Mischa. “I’m on it.”

    “Well, hurry up before he gets over the hill!” Missy snapped.

    “Well, I could if two nosy hain’ts would clear the road!” I snapped back.

    These two are the first ghosts I’d met who had an overwhelming desire to always be relevant; it is likely they found themselves behind the times while they lived and spent that life and this afterlife trying to catch up. To do this, this pair had observed and learned reactive “moves” to do in unison. This night they gave me the Cat Move: their opaque and vaguely pink hands raised to ear level, then fingers curl for claws and a nasal “Re-e-e-eowwwww!!” from their ghostly gobs.

    I walked away before they celebrated their unified dissing and high-fived each other right down to their non-corporeal elbows.

    Sharpe’s grave was on the southeast end of Section A. The Board approved more tall poles with more blue-white lights back there rather that install the motion detectors the police recommended to dissuade drug deals and lovers with a fetish for having sex on graves. As security for the living-wise, it was a help. To find a ghost whose color was fading to white and gray, not so much.

By the oak tree, where I’d stood only a few hours ago, floated the white shape of a dead martinet. He had to have been a lump of a man. His spirit wasn’t much taller than my five-foot-four height and he spread out from belly to butt. He had goggling pale eyes and a beak of a nose over flabby lips. His ears under the white fronds of hair reminded me of a harp that sagged at the bottom. He was clothed – they still buried them in something like their best back then – but Sharpe had faded so much, it was hard to detail his garments beyond shirt open at the neck under a waistcoat and over trousers. Tradition held that he be buried barefoot, so I was glad the end of his trousered legs were a blur. No doubt he’d had knobby feet with talon-length toenails. And he had the knotted belt they’d buried with him raised in one lumpy hand over his opaque head. I braced myself for the howl. Sharpe’s voice, whether in death or reminiscent of his living squawk, ranked right up there with fingernails on a chalkboard.  

And Benjamin Sharpe was a howler. “Bridget, you strumpet! I know you broke that china cup! I’ll blister your hindquarters for that! Where are you, girl?”

It is wise to approach ghosts, slowly, particularly agitated ghosts. Hands down at the side, head slightly down but off to one side so there can be modest eye contact. It is a literal pain in the neck after a while.

“Care for the residents,” I muttered. “Mr. Sharpe!” I said somewhat louder. “Mr. Sharpe, it’s Grace. Isaac’s granddaughter.”

Sharpe halted and undulated for a moment. The belt came down to his side. “Grace. Yes. Your grandfather is a good man. He took the stones out of my grave before they lowered me into it. Wanted me to be comfortable, he said. So I could rest.”

“That’s right. You look tired, Mr. Sharpe.”

“I am tired. They all want so much from me! Those brats! Those whores! How much more do I have to give? I’m only one man!”

It is also advisable that, if a ghost on the loose wishes to howl against what he perceives as injustice, he be allowed to do so before you herd him back to his grave. It may take a while, but interrupting can leave you standing there with him until dawn. Ghosts will follow you if you walk away. There’s also no telling if the ghost has not finished his or her diatribe at sunrise, that s/he won’t follow you to continue throughout the day. A ghost’s voice registers over the telephone as either white noise or a television on too loud to a bad soap opera – not something to have going on over your shoulder when you’re trying to sound professional and organized on the phone.

I waited for a gap in his complaint and tried again. “You need to rest. Why don’t you come with me and let’s get you back to your rest.”

“It’s that Bridget!” he snarled. “She broke the cup. I know it! She’ll pay with her hide!”

“So she will, but you rest first. You need your strength to – “ I swallowed my disgust – “do the job properly.”

“She’ll bleed for it!”

“If you rest first, of course she will. Now come on.”

You cannot reach out and offer to touch a ghost, so there was no leading him by the arm. I had tried once as a toddler to take the hand of the ghost of the first body buried at the CPF. All you get is a handful of icy cold and an annoyed ghost.

And there’s no pointing. Ghosts like Sharpe like to point, but to be pointed to or at would only start him off again through the cemetery in twice the rage. I stepped onto the gravel path with a slight bow towards his plot.

As I suspected, Varney had taken the corner too quickly again and knocked the stone to an acute angle off its seat and there was a nice three-inch gap to the right side. I stood a respectful half meter from the gap and offered it to Sharpe with a modest, open-handed gesture. “See? It’s all ready for you,” I said. “You tuck yourself in there and rest. Bridget is not going anywhere.”

Which was true. County records showed she died in 1948. St. Agnes’ Cemetery holds her body. Now, if she has a loose headstone and wanders, too, I’ve not heard of it. And it’s not my problem. Her late addle-pated employer, however, routinely is my problem.

Sharpe floated into a horizontal position on the sod that had been well-packed by living feet for one and a quarter centuries. He seeped back like foul water back into the earth with a mournful “Bridget!”

I straightened the headstone. Then I packed it down with moss and some extra dirt and gravel from the path. If the rains held off, Old Sharpe would stay put for another two weeks.

Back to the questions and possibly the Big Question: why do ghosts, souls, spirits, whatever you want to call them, hang around? There are probably two or three answers for every one person you might ask. The sort of “it’s this way, but maybe that way, too” thinking that leaves the listener more confused and not a little bit frightened.

I have only heard one explanation that makes sense – and, as with anything else, it’s open to debate. My Grandpa Dov said that Midrash assigns five levels to each living soul. Three, starting with the lowest, reptilian senses, are attached to the physical earth. Only two of them are on the spiritual level and yearn to reunite with the Creator. Therefore, the odds that a soul will pass on are sixty-forty against.

People in the past knew this and invented headstones. Headstones are meant to hold the sixty-percenters down until the dead realize that’s as far as they are going to go. Their spirits pass on then, with little or no notice given to the living.

Some souls, however, cannot take the granite or marble slab hint and insist on hanging around. I sometimes think they were the last ones to leave a party while they were living. Either way, the stone keeps them where their families buried them. But, like so many of the best laid plans, things do go awry. The CPF has drainage ditches, soil erosion and jokers like Varney and Trumbull. Ergo, we have ghosts walking the grounds most evenings. And I’m the one to walk them back and tuck them in again.

Old Sharpe was tucked away for this night. I wanted to go to bed and to dive back into my book (I’d fallen asleep just as the clothes were coming off and the strong masculine arms were outstretched), but something felt wrong.

Derek and his band of merry bloodsuckers were long gone to wherever they fed tonight. Missy and Mischa hopefully had returned to their plots or were having hissy fits over the crowding in the Potter’s Field. The CPF was not quiet. It never was at any time, but that night there were newer noises I did not recognize and did not like.

I ran up the hill again and stood beside the oak tree. Two small Coleman lanterns sat beside Eulalie Plutarch’s still open grave. The chairs were gone, the fake grass and brass frame for the hydraulics were gone, but the diggers had not filled in the grave the way regulations said they should have done once all the mourners departed the site. I felt cold and looked around for a wandering Eulalie. But the night wind had picked up, promising either rain or a dust blow from the middle school’s dead grass and playing fields. No ghosts that the living eye could see.

I hopped over graves and between plots to go down the broad backside of the hill, careful to stay out of the pole light’s glare. Here and there I slipped and had to apologize to the occupant of a grave for the intrusion.  Stepping on the residents’ graves and thereby on them is not good public relations.  Even if the grave I apologized to would be empty, it set those still lingering at something like rest.

Varney hadn’t loosened any more headstones that I could see, but some ghosts are only a slight disturbance of the seating away from joining the nightly rounds. Especially for the newly buried. I knew Eulalie Plutarch by sight from the newspaper society pages and her son’s behavior (neither one flattered her). Her ornate pink granite headstone was set, but the grave was still open and I did not want her ghost haranguing me about the “abysmal service” offered here at the CPF.

I stopped in the dark at the edge of Section A before the path that led to B. The Coleman lanterns burned on high, one at one long end of the grave, the second at the other. A head of thick medium brown hair bobbed up and down at the rim of the grave, consistent with someone digging. I heard scraping and the occasional thunk! Of hitting the mahogany, brass-embossed coffin.

“Dammit, Jerry! You told me you left the casket unlocked!” barked a somewhat attractive baritone voice from inside the grave. I moved over to the edge perpendicular to the rest of the Plutarch plots. I stood in the glow of an eighteen inch kerosene lantern and looked down.