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 Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 6:51 am
((Questing for Loyalty for Malt))
Malt was ecstatic! There was a fifty percent discount on cocoa powder in the Phony City minimart. Malt was not sure why but hey! Waste not want not. He could always use the extra tin of cocoa anyway.
Thus loaded with as much cocoa tins as the little foal could afford with his saved allowance, Malt hefted the heavy basket between his teeth and proceeded to trot home; his wings folded neatly against his back. He would fly home if he could but the basket was just a little too heavy for flying. Besides, the strong winds may cause him to lose his precious cocoa tins.
But the ground on the other hand….was a rather muddy affair due to a leaked pipeline nearby. Malt skidded and slid along the paved stones that lined the street. It was jolly good fun actually, playing in the mud like this. Jolly good fun that is, until the colt slipped and watched with horror as his tins of cocoa went rolling down the drain.
“Nooo…!” bawled Malt in anguish. Sitting right where he is in the mud with the empty basket, the little foal began to sob at his lost treasure looking (to any observer) like a street urchin who is down on his luck.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 6:17 am
Lady Faire was out taking her usual stroll around town. She smiled and politely waved to everyone she passed by. It was only polite for her to acknowledge her admirers, and it did the commoners good to see her making a public appearance. It was then that she spied a gutter rat crying over his horrible life. He was covered in mud. Disgusting. Will they never learn to at least make an attempt to look presentable, and..... oh no! Lady Faire noticed the wings, and the horn. It was that little alicorn boy! This was horrible, just horrible! She wanted to approach him, but she didn't want to get her hooves or hair muddy. She felt sorry for him, but not that sorry. No one was worth getting dirty over. Flapping her wings, Lady Faire flew at a moderate distance from the ground, and hovered gracefully over to him. "Hello, little fellow! Flap your small wings and free yourself from your muddy state so that we may to and talk someplace... cleaner." Of course, Lady Faire issued it like a command. She expected him to do it, and there was no compassion in her voice. The sooner he stopped embarrassing himself, the better.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 6:08 pm
Malt sniffed and rubbed one muddy hoof across his muzzle before looking up at the elegant alicorn before him. “I-I didn’t mean to!” the foal wept as he got up, mud, snot and all. “I worked so hard for those too!” But it was apparent that whatever the foal had to say would only be heard at the time and place of the alicorn’s choosing. “I-I’m coming! Please wait!” stammered the young foal as he began flapping his wings erratically. Splatters of mud started to fly in all directions as those tiny wings began to beat in earnest. Malt had to have several false starts before he was finally off the ground, much to the amusement of the other ponies watching. The brown foal felt his cheeks burning as he approached the graceful pony timidly. He was covered in mud and grime and that obviously irked the other. Malt doubted that he had ever seen this mare, much less know her name. “I-I’m Malt,” said Malt nervously. … “A-And you are rather pretty…ma’am…”
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 4:42 pm
Blushing slightly at the comment, Lady Faire gathered her composure and then regained her usual snooty charms. "Yes. I am pretty, thank you," she said with her nose up in the air, "and you would be more pretty if you weren't disgracing yourself by wallowing in the mud like a common Earth Phony." She glanced around to make sure no one was looking. It was important to her that no but her had seen Malt this muddy; it was unfit for an alicorn to be like this in public! A long sigh escaped from her lips. "I am Lady Faire, Daughter of Total Party Kill and Spica, Princess of Phonyland, and First of her Name. You may simply address me as Lady Faire. Why would you ever lower yourself to such a state? Why would a royal-blooded alicorn weep in the streets? Have your parents not instructed you on the proper way to behave in public?"
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 9:20 am
“But I have friends who are Earth Phonies,” said Malt, with a small sniffle. “They are really nice!” Picking himself up, Chocolate Malt looked at Lady Faire with wide eyes. “Ummm…Lady Faire? I-I don’t understand….royal-blooded? That…I certainly am not,” said Chocolate Malt looking scared. “M-My blood’s the same like anyone else…ma’am and.. Due North is my big brother,” “B-But… my cans of…c-cocoa!” bawled Chocolate Malt once more. “I-I dropped them and t-they rolled into the drain!”
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 6:51 am
Cans of cocoa rolling down the drain? That was what he was so upset about? Horrible. He should just have either cut his losses and moved on, or simply purchased a new canister; all this rolling around in the street and crying in the mud did him no good. "Clearly, your friends aren't teaching you proper etiquette. Cut your ties with them, and come with me; I will take you under my wing and instruct you on how to behave. All Earth Phonies are good for is pulling your royal carriage or cooking your dinner, and even then Pegasuses and Unicorns excel over them. Earth Phonies are the low of the low, and you really should stop associating with such a useless lot."
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 7:10 am
“Oh, no! I can’t do that Ms. Lady Faire!” whinnied Malt looking horrified. “I-I like my friends a-and I think they are really nice!” The foal then sniffed and rubbed a muddied hoof across his face. “A-And I’m sorry if I made you think that my friends were bad influences on me. T-They aren’t you know! Truly they aren’t!” said Malt looking suddenly defensive. “They are the phonies who have been with me through everything good and bad and we have shared many laughs together!” “S-So I’m sorry Ms. Lady Faire…,” said Chocolate Malt timidly under the fierce gaze of the mare. “I-I can’t go with you. N-Not unless I can still be friends with my friends,”
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 7:24 am
What?! He would choose the company of riffraff over her!? Lady Faire switched from being polite into bratty, spoiled princess mode. "Well, if you would rather stay loyal to low-lifes, then there's nothing I can do to help you. You should be loyal to all Alicorn-kind instead, but I can see you're not interested in that." She gathered her skirt, and began to fly off in a huff. "Good day, Malt. When you figure out your true rank in life, come and see me. Until then, I won't associate with you."
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 7:39 am
Malt watched wide eyed as Lady Faire took off; large skirt and all into the sky. The foal’s heart was beating rapidly within his small chest. He had just met…a scary lady! “Ummm… byee!” called out Chocolate Malt uncertainly after the alicorn. But now...what about his cocoas? Gingerly Malt walked over to the gratings and pawed half-heartedly at the drain. Guess....he could always mow more lawns... But this time, maybe he'd get several of his friends to help him and treat them to his special chocolate cookies later! ------------------FIN--------------------------
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