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- >You are Marron
- >And right now you're jumping on the clouds in the sky, enjoying yourself as you hop from cloud to cloud admiring your great big, very adult wings
- >Cus you're a big boy
- >And they're for you
- >And only you
- >As you glide about you find yourself closing your eyes and mouth waters
- >Cooooooookieeeees
- >You instinctively flutter after the scent
- >But it's getting weaker now!
- >Your eyes pop open and flap your wings faster after them
- >Don't let them get awaaaaaaaay
- >Flapping as fast as you can you race for the doughy goodness
- >After awhile you give up the chase
- >It was taking to long and you feel tired
- >You dive down and plop on a cloud
- >Your body flops from one cloud to another as you slow down
- >Your eyes begin to close as your sleepiness takes you
- >Your nap begins just as you were about to land on a small cloud in front of you
- >You lift your head
- >You're hungry
- >But you're still sleepy
- >You dig your head back down under a pile of pillows
- >You love your little pillow fort at the corner of the living room
- >One day dad forgot to return this stack of pillows back to the backroom while he was cleaning
- >You used it for a nap one time and he never moved them after that
- >He said you looked to adorable under all those pillows and rolls of blankets
- >Of course you objected
- >But you feel asleep again
- >Since then you've arranged the fluffiest and fattest pillows underneath you and the lightest of them on top with the blankets wrapping it all up together
- >You spend more time under your pillow fort than you do in your room
- >Should you even call it a room?
- >It's more like a giant closet
- >Yawning, you rest your head on your hooves
- >Sweet dre-
- >Your stomach hurts
- >...
- >You need food
- >It's well past breakfast and whatever food Dad made have been given away to the neighbors by now
- >"Daaaaaad?"
- >You hear nothing as you trot over to the hallway where he usually was when he wasn't with you
- >Well, nothing except the usual stuff dad has that makes lots of noise
- >Makes you wonder why he needs a few of those weird looking doohickies
- >Like that ones that goes up and down with a weird rubbery stick thing
- >You saw him and a mare using it
- >He was planting her on it while he tied her up
- >She made lots of weird noises too
- >Dad was circling her and calling her a bad girl while spanking her and biting
- >Whatever dad was doing it looks painful
- >Cus the mare was leaking stuff from the place Dad put the rubber piston thing into
- >Don't boys leak red stuff?
- >Girls are weird
- >You leave the area around the weird room and trot over near the kitchen
- >"Daaaaaaad?" you call out again
- >Still nothing
- >Your tummy is still grumbling and you scrunch your nose
- >Fooooooooooood, you want some fooooooooooooood, then you're gonna read one of Dad's big black books, then a nap
- >You love naps
- >Pushing the stools around yo nose through the various places around the kitchen
- >Nothing.... well, except a small chunk of some rice cake
- >Can't find anything
- >Hmmmm you could try making something...
- >Pancakes maybe? or cupcakes... or carrotcake...
- >Maybe spongecake! or honeycakes!
- >You only wish you know how to make them...
- >You've seen dad make them a lot of times
- >You're sure you can make it
- >You're smart like that
- >You dig up your apron and chef hat and get to making honeycakes
- >Why honeycakes?
- >Dad forgot to buy butter yesterday
- >And everyone knows pancakes without butter is the worst
- >You place a bowl and an oven tray to your side and lather it up with vegetable oil
- >Okay, since that's done now you need to-
- >...
- >You forgot the rest of the ingredients!
- >You scurry over to the pantry closet and swing it open
- >You'll need... honey, sugar, flour, salt, eggs... not everything is here and...
- >Oooooh! there's the flour!
- >You race over to the end of the room and hop over the sack of rice to get to the sugar
- >Poopy. It's higher than you thought
- >Bracing yourself against the shelves, you stretch your neck out to bite down on the bag of sugar
- >If only you had wings...
- >Dream you always has wings
- >Unless it's a weird dream
- >You get legless and you need to trot with your ears and butt
- >Everyone else was weird
- >Even the town was weird too
- >Everything was color green and the buildings were made from paper and cardboard
- >Dandelions with Dandelion's face were growing everywhere
- >All the flowers were Flower Tart
- >The sun was Orange Pop
- >Two weird looking ponies were whizzing around in the air
- >One was grey and had a two-tone blue mane wearing a police siren on her head going "eeeeeeeeeeeeee"
- >The other was a shiny, metallic mare with sharp teeth and stiff wings
- >Everyone else was weird too
- >Ms. Butterscotch clouds were ripping spray some aerosol spray and mushrooms pop out of them
- >And...
- >Hey... wait! You're busy! You need to go bake!
- >You push the stool over to the fridge, carrying a small basket with you
- >You're gonna need it to reach the top parts
- >You scan the insides of the machine for the ingredients
- >You're definitely gonna need eggs
- >Milk you guess
- >You remember Dad using oranges for something
- >What else would you need? hmmmmm...
- >Bay leaves look like a nice addition
- >So does that some of that aloe vera juice
- >And oregano
- >A bit of cream cheese
- >What else...
- >You like spicy stuff
- >Why not some peppercorns?
- >And some of that spicy oil full of hot peppers and chili!
- >After a little while getting some more ingredients with some struggling with and getting them in your basket, you hop down with some difficulty but you manage
- >You set the stuff in front of you
- >You don't remember Dad using that much stuff
- >His honeycakes are just right
- >So more means better right?
- >So yours will be the best ones ever!
- >Two cups of flour, some water, a few eggs, a bit salt, the things that have baking on them...
- >Of course the honey, a biiiiiiiig scoop of that stuff
- >You press the bowl to your small body and hold it down with your back legs
- >You get to mixing the base ingredients and start thinking how much of the rest of the stuff should you drop in the bowl
- >A hooffull of the bigger stuff and a pinch of the smaller ones should be enough
- >In goes the everything you've collected
- >You don't know what to do with the orange so you squashed it and dumped the juice and the rest of the orange into it
- >After awhile of mixing, it doesn't look like Dad's usual, but that's because your mix is special and new
- >You can't wait to eat it!
- >It got really hard to mix cus of the orange and maybe cus you didn't put enough liquids in it
- >So you mixed in some of the bottled stinky stuff Dad likes drinking
- >It smells like some weird, rubbing alcohol
- >You tried some but it tasted bad
- >And it made you feel warm
- >You don't like it much
- >And it made you feel funny
- >You didn't walk as straight or stay as still after that
- >You're not ever touching that stuff again
- >At least your batter looks pretty good now
- >But it looks lumpy
- >Whatever, you add some vegetable oil to the batter and make the last mixxing
- >Just as you were rummaging through the cabinets for the muffin cups, you hear something coming from the door
- >You pause and listen in
- >"Mari! Mari! Dandelion was asked by Orange Pop to tell you that Flower Tart said that-"
- >"Just tell me!" you squeak through the door and her banging against the door
- >"Wanna go out and get some free ice cream cake and muffins?"
- >"Oh yeaaaaaaaaaaaa" you tell yourself
- >It's the 25th birthday of the local dessert shop
- >And they have a one-day only free-for-all thing to celebrate
- >That must be where dad is
- >You look back behind you and stare at the mess you made
- >You don't feel like cleaning up
- >Free food is worth the scolding later
- >"Be out in a bit!" you shout to Dandelion
- >Food was all on your mind
- >Foooooooooooooooooooooooooood
- >"Hey! Don't call me that!"
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