Title:           Marron 1
Author:          Machibex
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/xcgYNfag
First Edit:      Saturday 28th of June 2014 01:02:04 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 28th of June 2014 01:02:04 AM CDT

>be a little moth pony colt named Marron
>today is sunny, the wind is nice and breezy, the ground was soft and warm
>it just made you
>really... really
>you struggle to keep your mouth closed, but your efforts are futile
>from your mouth comes out a great big yawn that catches the attention of all the other fillies and colts on the play ground
>sleepy...
>scratching your head you mutter an apology, while you attempt your eyes to stay open for awhile longer
>your eyes half-lidded, you scan the playground for just the right spot for an afternoon nap
>you spy the sandbox
>your legs instantly swivel over in that direction
>memories of you loving the feeling of the hot sand caressing your fur
>hot summer days on the beach
>the cool ocean water
>halfway there you stop yourself when your tired mind registers it's current inhabitants
>it's the yellow moth colt and the green moth colt
>you don't mind the company of the yellow, nerdy moth
>he's quiet and really smart, you sometimes ask him for help in math
>no it's not him
>it's the green colt
>while yellow over there is playing with his truck
>green guy showed up with his fancy new toy backhoe and started shoveling sand over yellow
>you could hear yellow's crying and green's laughing
>you wouldn't wanna be in the middle of that
>grunting you look elsewhere for your napping spot
 
 
>you see the house-thingy
>you like the house-thingy
>nice and quiet, far enough to be secluded near enough that you can hear the bell
>perfect
>you reach it and start making yourself comfortable for your nap
>you spin around in a little circle and lie dow-
Hey dummy! Get out!
>you feel a pulling sensation on your bum and next thing you know you're on your rump outside your house-thingy
B-but I
>orange boops you on the nose
>your eyes tear up a bit cus it hurt
I don't care! I got here first so I can tell you to leave!
>a feeling of indignation sprung up from the emotional wells of your heart, righteous fury burning through your flames!
H-hey! I-
>he boops you again
I. Got. Here. First. Leave. Got it?
>were instantly extinguished
>you nod, tears in your eyes, you trudge over to the stump on the edge of the playground
>huffing you curl up next to it, resting your head on the big root
>breathing out, you try to relax
>just as the feeling of sleep overcame you...
 
HEEEY! I KNOW! DANDELION WANTS TO PLAY TAG!
>you whimper and cover your head with your hooves
>you just wanted to sleep
>why is that so hard
>the Big Three seems to have chosen the area near you for their games
>Celestia knows how loud and rowdy they get
>you shudder about how you heard they tied up Ms. Sepia and almost...
>uuhhhh what's the word? Tour-should... her with sticks and stuff
>and Dad always said that sticks and stones stuff, about them breaking bones
>you remember him talking about something else about that not hurting
>Dad was always  able to not mind getting hurt
>you remember seeing him wrestling with the mare down the street in his bedroom
>and they say wrestling was a dangerous profession
>and when something is dangerous that means it hurts a lot
>right?
>anyway you broke your leg once, that hurt really bad
>you don't wanna feel that ever again
>you curl yourself up tighter to block-out the noise of their playing
>you just wanted to slee-e-eeeeeep ;-;
>you curl yourself up even tighter, so tight you could almost pass for a ball
>until you feel a pair of forelegs wrap around your form
>you could only squeak at this sudden sensation
AHAAHAAAHHAAAAHHAHAHAAAAA-S-STOP PUH-PUH-HAHAHAHAHAOHCRUDAAHAHAH-LEAAAAAAAASE
>whoever was doing this started tickling you! the ba- no bad! That's a bad word and dad said you can't ever use that word ever again
>or at least when you're 15, so he said
>then you felt some tongue on the back of your neck and ear
ANOHHAA HAHAHA NONOHAHANONSTOP S-STOPIGIVEIGIIIIIIIVE
>they didn't
>after awhile they did let up, lettign you look at your assailant
>it's Orange Pop, one of the Big Three
>catching your breathe and fully awake you were gonna get up to ask her why when she said
Well, you looked kinda sad, soooooo I tickled you! Is that okay?
>nodding, you dust yourself and shake your booty, trying to get the dirt and cut grass off of your little butt
So... wanna play with us? You seemed kinda lonely there.
>you raised your hoof up as make a point about you being sleepy and wanting your nap
>but you're not sleepy anymore
Meeeeeh, why not.
>Orange Pop grinned at you
Okay then! You're it!
>just as fast as she came she ran back, squeaking and squealing with Flower Tart and Dandelion
>shaking your head you give chase