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- >Day No Pinch Hitter in Equestria.
- “But I didn’t do anything!”
- >Cheerilee grabs you and pulls you back toward the classroom.
- >”Don’t lie to me. I saw what happened.”
- >You look up to see Applebloom sneaking away.
- >She did this and now you’re taking the blame!
- >Scootaloo tries to say something, but Sweetie Belle pulls her aside.
- >You try to resist your teacher.
- “But, Ms-”
- >”I said that’s enough, Little League,” she says as she gives you a slight shake.
- >It’s no use.
- >Applebloom and her friends got away with something again.
- >They’re always causing trouble.
- >No wonder Diamond and Silver don’t like them.
- >They always act like victims.
- >Sweetie Belle especially is always pretending to be the teacher’s pet.
- >You’ll get them for this.
- >Cheerilee lets go of you as you arrive at your desk.
- >She waits for you to sit down.
- >”Now, are you going to tell me why you did that?”
- “I didn-“
- >”Little League, why won’t you ever accept responsibility for what you do?”
- “It was Applebloom!”
- >”Applebloom? She’s one of the sweetest fillies in class.”
- “I’m telling the truth!”
- >Cheerilee shakes her head.
- >”I’m going to have to tell your mother if you don’t admit it.”
- >You take a deep breath to shout it wasn’t you.
- >Cheerilee sees this and you can already hear her getting angry.
- >And if your Mom hears that you got in trouble again...
- >She might…
- >She might not let you play baseball anymore.
- >It’s the one thing she holds over your head.
- >Even more so now that Dad left.
- “Please don’t tell my mom.”
- >Cheerilee opens her mouth to shout, but closes it suddenly, chomping the words away.
- >”Uh… well… so you admit you were wrong?”
- >You look out the window to see Applebloom peeking.
- >She’ll get her’s.
- “Yes, Ms. Cheerilee,” you lie.
- 1/11
- >Your teacher leans back with some relief in her eyes.
- >”That wasn’t so hard was it?”
- >You clench your teeth.
- “No.”
- >Cheerilee smiles at this.
- >”Good. Alright, I won’t tell your mother, but you will have to stay after class for detention.”
- “Detention!?”
- >That wasn’t part of the deal!
- “You said I’d be fine if I admitted it.”
- >Cheerilee looks confused as she tries to remember what she said.
- >”No, I only said that I wouldn’t tell on you. You still have to learn that your actions have consequences.”
- “But… but…”
- >”That’s enough, Little League. It’s only for the rest of the week.”
- “Four days?!”
- >You stop yourself from arguing.
- >That won’t solve anything.
- >You just sit there moping as the end of recess bell rings.
- >
- >
- >Time seems to fly by, and before you know it the end of school bell rings.
- >All the other ponies rush out of class.
- >In a moment only you and Silver Spoon are left.
- >Cheerilee clears her throat.
- >”Alright, detention is for a hour. Do your homework quietly, and no talking.”
- ”Yes, Ms. Cheerilee,” you and Silver say in unison.
- >Your teacher just smiles and starts looking over her papers.
- >A quick glance to your left and you see Silver looking at you.
- >You give her a confused look.
- >She furrows her brow before lifting an eyebrow.
- >You shrug to her, not understanding.
- >Silver puts a hoof to her chin in deep contemplation.
- >Finally she has it.
- >She points at you, then at the ground, and then she makes an exaggerated shrug.
- >You think she’s trying to ask why you are here.
- >You point at yourself, then make your hoof walk across your desk.
- >At the edge, you flip your hoof and make it appear to fall.
- >Finally you point over at Applebloom’s desk, and pretend to laugh while poorly covering your face.
- >Silver nods in agreement.
- >You point at her, and raise an eyebrow.
- 2/11
- >Silver looks toward the teacher.
- >Satisfied that she can get away with it, she looks back at you.
- >With a hoof Silver points at Scootaloo's desk, then points at herself.
- >She taps her chest twice to indicate that her left hoof is her, and she repeats it for Scootaloo.
- >Silver dances her hooves across her desk.
- >She and Scootaloo were fighting.
- >Her hooves move to her throat, and she exaggerates being choked.
- >”Argh, Argh,” she croaks while throttling herself.
- >Then the Scootaloo hoof punches her in the face, and she reels out of her chair.
- >A hoof reaches out on it’s own and grabs the desk.
- >Silver’s eyes open widely in fear, begging for forgiveness, as she clings to the desk for her life.
- >She makes that smug look that Scootaloo always makes, before hitting the hoof holding the desk.
- >Silver mimes screaming, and backs away from her desk, pretending to fall.
- >She goes too far though, and backs into another chair.
- >The instant the seat squeaks you both know the jig is up.
- >”Get back to your seat, Silver Spoon.”
- >You try not to laugh at Silver as her face turns red.
- >”Yes, Ms. Cheerilee.”
- >The teacher watches both of you for a few seconds before returning to her work.
- >You and Silver both smile at each other.
- >Her story wasn’t very believable.
- >You’ve never seen Scootaloo hit another pony.
- >Oh well, the CMC caused both of you to be here.
- >Silver pulls out some paper and starts working on her homework.
- >You look out the window instead.
- >There will be time later for homework.
- >You see a bunch of stallions hanging around the park.
- >Some of them look like they’re drinking.
- >Half are wearing grey jerseys with a pink heart on them.
- >The other half are wearing blue with a pirate symbol.
- >One of them stands out from the others.
- >He’s not a pony.
- >You watch as he flexes, and swings the bat a few times.
- >A pony says something to him and tosses him a can.
- >The not pony grabs it with one hoo- one hand and drinks it in one gulp.
- 3/11
- >He crushes the can before throwing it into a garbage bin.
- >His team mates circle around him, and he leads them in some kind of cheer.
- >They all shout in unison before going to their places.
- >The tall not pony is the pitcher apparently.
- “Ms. Cheerilee?”
- >Your teacher looks up lazily.
- “Who’s that?”
- >She looks to where you are pointing.
- >”That’s Big Mac. He’s Applebloom’s brother.”
- >You shake your head.
- “No, the really tall one at the pitcher’s mound.”
- >Cheerilee looks again.
- >”Oh, that’s Anon. He got here a few months ago. I think he said he’s a hyooman, from Urth.”
- “A hyooman?”
- >Cheerilee just shrugs before returning to her work.
- >You look back longingly at the game.
- >If only you were out there playing instead of being stuck here.
- >You watch as Anon winds up before every pitch.
- >He always flicks his wrist just right so the ball sails over the plate.
- >Stallions always play slow pitch softball.
- >They aren’t athletic enough to play a real sport like baseball.
- >In fact you could probably beat these guys.
- >
- >You imagine yourself at the plate.
- >Anon looks at you with worry in his eyes.
- >He looks to his left, and Big Mac gives him the slightest nod.
- >His arms moves on their own in a long arc before throwing a knuckle ball.
- >You hit it squarely in the center of your bat and it flies past the fence.
- >The crowd goes wild cheering, “Little League! Little League!”
- >You, of course, give them a gracious wave as you trot around the diamond.
- >If only…
- >
- >Wait a second, is that Lyra?
- >You look closer at the mint green pony in the stands.
- >It is!
- >Why is your cousin at a beer league game?
- >Anon waves at her, and she returns the favor.
- >Lyra’s never mentioned hanging out with a hyooman.
- >Well, she mentioned hanging out with a stallion.
- >She said that he was tall, and loved playing sports.
- >You think harder trying to remember what else she said.
- >Lyra mentioned that he made her laugh, and was really cool.
- 4/11
- >But she never said anything about him being a hyooman.
- >What if they’re dating?
- >
- >You imagine Lyra sitting on Anon’s lap, laughing at a witty joke.
- >She lays her head on his chest and lets out a contented sigh.
- >Anon wraps a strong arm around her and pulls her closer.
- >Lyra protests just enough to be proper, but not enough to put Anon off.
- >He just smirks at this.
- >A hand moves to brush Lyra’s hair as he looks deeply into her eyes.
- >She closes them, daring Anon to do anything with her little body.
- >Without waiting for permission, Anon reaches –
- >
- >”Little League!”
- >You are snapped out of your daydream to your teacher trying to get your attention.
- “Uhh, yes, Ms. Cheerilee?”
- >”Detention is over. You can go home now.”
- >”Yeah, let’s go,” Silver adds.
- “Alright, see you tomorrow,” you say as you collect your books.
- >”Bye.”
- >
- >
- >The next day after class.
- >Both you and Silver are in detention again.
- >Only a few more days before you are free.
- >As if on cue, Anon and his friends gather around for another game of softball.
- >No, this looks like it’s just practice.
- >You wonder if they always play after school, or if this just started.
- >Your team only plays on weekends, so it makes sense that you’ve never seen them before.
- >Anon goes up to bat, and a pegasus pony is pitching.
- >You think his name is Soarin’.
- >His first pitch is awkward and doesn’t even come close to the plate.
- >Anon shows how to arc the ball before resuming his stance.
- >Soarin tries again, and this one looks slightly off, but Anon goes for it anyway.
- >He hits it, and narrowly misses Soarin’s head.
- >Another pony dives for it, but misses.
- >He recovers, grabs the ball and throws it to first just as Anon touches base.
- >Safe.
- >You watch in awe for the next hour as Anon continues to do well.
- 5/11
- >
- >
- >Later that day.
- >”Oh, hey Lily. I wasn’t expecting you today,” Lyra says as she opens the door.
- “Yeah, Mom wanted to do stuff so she told me to come here.”
- >You wait expectantly for Lyra to invite you in.
- >After a moment she takes the hint and opens the door a little.
- >It’s cool having an older cousin.
- >She has her own place and can do anything she wants.
- >Her roommate is a little mean though.
- >”You want something to eat?”
- “No, thanks. I’m not hungry.”
- >”Suit yourself.”
- >Lyra plops down on the couch.
- “So… whats new?”
- >”Not much. Anon and I hung out yesterday.”
- “Oh, that’s that stallion you’ve been dating?”
- >Lyra smiles at this.
- >”No, no… were not dating… yet. He hasn’t built up the nerve to ask me out.”
- >You pretend to smile as you sit next to your cousin.
- “Why not? You’re really cool and stuff.”
- >”Yeah, but Anon’s different…”
- “Different?” you ask while trying to hide that you already know her secret.
- >Lyra clears her throat.
- >”I get the feeling that he isn’t used to dating… mares…”
- >You offer her a blank stare.
- “You mean...,” you say before leaning closer, “he’s gay?”
- >”What?! No. He’s… ugh,” Lyra looks away.
- “It’s okay Lyra,” you say as you place a reassuring hoof on her shoulder. “You can tell me anything.”
- >After a couple moments she nods.
- >”He’s a human.”
- “A hyooman?”
- >”A human,” she corrects. “He’s kind of like a monkey.”
- >You scratch your head to pretend you didn’t know.
- >”Yeah, he’s different, but he’s soooo dreamy. Like when he takes the ball in his hands…”
- >Lyra talks about Anon for about an hour or so.
- >She tells you about where he came from.
- >How they met.
- >When they got drunk and they cuddled on a couch.
- >That one time where she was so close to actually kissing him.
- >And best of all, that Anon is the second best softball player in Ponyville.
- 6/11
- >You could tell he was good, but you didn’t know that the Amateur Beer League had a ranking system.
- >All in all, Anon sounds like the perfect guy.
- >
- >
- >The next day after school.
- >Anon is nowhere to be found.
- >You’ve watched for the entire hour, but nothing.
- ”Silver?”
- >”Hmm?”
- “How often do those softball players come out?”
- >She offers a shrug.
- >”I don’t know. I never watch them for more than a minute or two.”
- “Why not?”
- >”Because if I don’t do my homework here, then I won’t do it at all.”
- >You nod in agreement.
- >It’s so hard to do school stuff at home.
- “Some of them are kind of cute.”
- >Silver looks to see if the teacher is paying attention.
- >”Really?”
- “Yeah, tomorrow I’ll point the good ones out.”
- >Silver leans back in her chair, imagining going out with an older stallion.
- >
- >
- >Friday after school.
- >It’s your last day of detention.
- >Cheerilee is busy with her papers, but she seems to be thinking about her weekend more than anything.
- >She doesn’t even get mad if you and Silver whisper to each other.
- “There.”
- >”The one on third base?”
- ”No, the tall human. That’s Anon.”
- >She ignores you and points at a pony.
- >”What about the blue pegasus?”
- ”Soarin? He’s old.”
- >”He is not.”
- “Look at the bags under his eyes.”
- >”He’s just tired from working too much.”
- >You shake your head.
- ”My cousin Lyra really likes Anon.”
- >”Really?”
- 7/11
- ”Yeah, she told me about how they’re always hanging out and stuff. Also how she wants to kiss him.”
- >”No.”
- “Yeah, but he’s a guy, so you have to be really direct with them.”
- >”So, she tried to be all subtle or something?”
- “More like she was too scared to go for it.”
- >You and Silver laugh.
- >Ms. Cheerilee clears her throat and scowls at you before returning to her work.
- “Anyway, he sounds really cool, so I’m going to go hit on him.”
- >”Won’t your cousin be mad?”
- >You smile at your friend.
- “That’s the point. How funny would that be when I get a kiss from Anon before she does?”
- >Silver thinks it over for a minute.
- >”And then you would have an older coltfriend. Think about how cool you would be.”
- >
- >You imagine yourself at the spring formal.
- >All of your friends are dateless and alone, but you are with Anon.
- >He’s in his best tux, and you of course look awesome as always.
- >Your song comes on.
- >The one that played the first time you kissed.
- >”Would you like to dance, Lily?” Anon asks.
- “Only if it’s with you.”
- >You take his outstretched hand and move to the dance floor.
- >It’s a slow dance, so Anon picks you up and you both start making out.
- >With lots of tongue.
- >And all of your friends don’t want to watch, but they have to because they can’t look away.
- >
- >”Little League?”
- ”Uh, yes, Ms. Cheerilee?”
- >”I’m letting you both out early today. Enjoy your weekend.”
- >”Alright!” Silver smiles.
- “Thank you!”
- >You and Silver run out to the field.
- >It only takes a moment to find Lyra and to sit next to her.
- “Hi, Lyra.”
- >”Hello.”
- “Who is winning?”
- >”The Casanovas, by two runs.”
- >”Which team is that?” Silver asks.
- >“The grey one’s with the heart logos.”
- >”Oh. Hey look there he is,” Silver starts waving, “Hi, Soarin! Hi!”
- >Soarin looks around awkwardly before returning the wave.
- 8/11
- >”He waved back,” Silver giggles.
- “She likes him,” you whisper to your cousin.
- >”What about you? Do you have eyes for one of the players?” Lyra asks, half joking.
- “Mmmm, maybe…”
- >You all sit watching for the next two innings.
- >
- >Finally, Anon throws the final pitch.
- >Casanovas 5, Mustangs 4.
- >The players do the customary high hoofs before drinking together.
- >Lyra gets up to congratulate Anon and the others.
- >”This is our chance,” Silver whispers.
- >You nod, and follow your cousin.
- >”Hi, Mr. Soarin. I thought you were really good out there,” Silver Spoon says as sweetly as possible.
- >”I do try. Anon deserves all the credit though.”
- >Silver sits next to him as he grabs another beer.
- >”Wow, you’re like really strong too.”
- >She starts leaning on him and complementing his technique.
- >You ignore the rest of their conversation.
- >”Soarin’s right. You were the best player out there,” Lyra tells Anon.
- >”Well,” Anon smirks, “I am the second best amateur softball player in Ponyville.”
- >He takes a beer from the cooler.
- “If you’re so good, why don’t you play baseball?”
- >”Baseball? I could, but I like playing this just for fun,” Anon shrugs.
- >”I’m the best baseball player in Ponyville, and I say that you’re no good,” you lie.
- >He gives you a confused look before turning to Lyra.
- >”Who’s your friend.”
- >”She’s my cousin. You can ignore her.”
- ”I bet that I could hit any one of your pitches out of the park.”
- >Yeah, you probably could,” Anon laughs.
- >”Little League, stop it,” Lyra insists.
- ”I bet you don’t play baseball because you know that any filly could beat you.”
- >”Lily!”
- >Anon puts his beer to the side.
- >”So, let me get this straight. You really think you can hit a home run?”
- ”I don’t think. I know.”
- >Anon just smiles at this.
- >”Alright. What are the odds?”
- 9/11
- >You put a hoof to your chin to pretend to think.
- >The truth is, you already know what you want.
- ”If you win, then I have to cheer you on all season.”
- >”And if you win?”
- ”You have to kiss me.”
- >”What?!” Lyra protests.
- >”Like a classy kiss, or a freaky one?”
- >”Don’t tell me you’re actually considering this.”
- >Anon turns to whisper to her.
- >”It’s not like she can win.”
- >You pretend not to hear.
- ”Hmmm, freaky. Also you have to be my coltfriend.”
- >Anon laughs at this.
- >You feel your cheeks burning red.
- ”This is serious!”
- >”Alright, alright. You’re on.”
- >He gets up and walks to the pitcher’s mound.
- >Lyra just glares at you as you pick up a bat.
- >”Are you ready?”
- >You tap the plate twice, before getting into position.
- >Anon takes a deep breath as he sizes you up.
- >He makes an exaggerated circle before throwing the ball underhand.
- >It floats toward you.
- >You’re not used to hitting something so slow!
- >Wait for it.
- >Now!
- >You swing as hard as you can, but the ball hits an edge and is a foul.
- >Anon tries to hide a smirk.
- “Hey! Don’t throw softball pitches. Throw fast, like baseball.”
- >He holds up a second ball so you can see.
- >”I only have softballs, but if you want me to try, I can give it a shot.”
- >You give him your most determined face, and nod.
- >”Alright…”
- >He moves his fingers over the ball, deciding what to throw.
- >Finally he decides, and he lifts a leg.
- >He lunges forward as he throws, and you have to swing immediately.
- >Even with your quick reaction, the ball hits the cage behind you.
- >You could barely see it.
- “That was just a lucky throw.”
- 10/11
- >”Sure,” Anon smiles.
- >Anon winds up suddenly.
- >You lift your bat.
- >This is it, Little League.
- >If you miss the next pitch, then you’ll never get to be with Anon.
- >Then Lyra will have him all to herself.
- >You’re going to have to sit next to Silver as she tells you how cool her older coltfriend is.
- >Anon watches you closely before unwinding.
- >He frowns before offering, “I’m going to make a slow pitch.”
- >What?
- >He thinks so little of you that he’s going to tell you his next move.
- >To him you’re just a little filly.
- >You’re going to show him.
- >Embarrass him in front of all of his friends.
- >All you have to do, is knock it over that fence.
- >Anon winds up again.
- >Time slows down, and he lunges forward.
- >The ball sails toward you.
- >You can feel your heart beating.
- >This is it.
- >Wait.
- >Wait…
- >Now!
- >You swing with all your might.
- >As soon as you make contact you know you’ve done it!
- >Anon’s jaw drops as he watches the ball fly in the air.
- >One second, two seconds, three!
- >Its almost at the fence!
- >No!
- >It’s not fast enough.
- >Your heart sinks as the ball touches the fence.
- >You can recognize that familiar sound.
- >It wasn’t enough.
- >You throw the bat aside in anger.
- >Oh well.
- >At least now you get to spend time with Anon.
- >He walks up slowly.
- >You can tell he is slightly impressed.
- >He crouches in front of you to gloat.
- >”You’re really good. You had me worried for a second.”
- >You look away from him.
- “Yeah, but close isn’t good enough.”
- >He looks at you for a few seconds before taking off his hat.
- >”You’re right…”
- >He puts his hat on your head.
- >”But there’s always tomorrow.”
- fin
- 11/11
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