Title: Marron 2 Author: Machibex Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/hBZ2JqCM First Edit: Saturday 28th of June 2014 12:58:12 AM CDT Last Edit: Saturday 28th of June 2014 12:58:12 AM CDT >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 wizzing 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!"