"More Than Friends-Chapter 3-(The Bees and The Beards)"
By lulzies (https://pastebin.com/u/lulzies)

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Created on: Saturday 26th of May 2012 04:20:04 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 09:13:07 AM UTC


3

>You pace around the room, trying to think.
>Cadance, Cadance.
>You just don’t remember.
>Shiny is just bouncing and catching a ball to the wall, obviously uncaring.
>”Anon, you seriously forgot?”
>Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.
>Who was that? 
>”Cadance, the princess pony who we met when we were seven.”
>When you were seven, what are you, Albert Neighstein?
>You give him the best ‘Really.’ Look.
>”What.”
>”Shiny.” You point at yourself. “Anonymous.”
>”You, hooman, me, poony.” Shiny returns the gesture.
>”You seriously expect me to remember something from SEVEN FUCKING YEARS ago? I can barely remember what I learned today!”
>”Hey! …You and I both, Anon.”
>Shiny drops his ball and goes to you, to stop your tracks.
>Assured you are stopped, he goes back to his ball.
>That ball-sy bitch.
>”Look. I don’t even know why you’re freaking out.”
>You rush over to the unicorn.
>He does not understand the gravity.
>”LOOK.” You stick the letter to Shine’s face.
>”Why does it smell so bad?”
>Whut.
>”Say what?” You sniff it, getting a soft aroma of roses.
>”How can you say it smells bad? It smells like roses to me.”
>Shiny gives you the most disgusted look.
>”Come on man. You’re the one who watched Griffon porn.”
>Shiny perks up at the statement.
>”Y-you… Did it too!”
>”Because you made me watch it.”
>”Shut up, Anon.”
>Your turn to laugh.
>”What’s porn, Anon?”
>Shit.
>You can see sister Twilight standing on the doorway, looking curious.
>The two of you exchange glances.
>”Your turn, Anon.”
>You curse your brother in your head.
>You can’t honestly swear in front of your sister.
>She might pick up your mouth.
>And seeing her having soap in her is just too sad.
>Ohmycelestia you’re tearing up.

>”Anon?”
>”Uh-“ You scratch the back of your head.
>”You see, Twilight. The birds and the bees, you know that?”
>Avians and Apoidea?”
>Whatthefuck.
>”What- No. Twilight. BIRDS – BEES. Capeesh?”
>Twilight gives you the look- the look that spells confusion.
>”Yeah, Anon. Avians and-“
>”No, Twilight. It’s a metaphorical.”
>”Mey-tha-pho-ree-cul?”
>Atta girl.
>”Yes, Twilight. You see, Stallions are the bees. And the mares are the birds.”
>”So I’m a bird?”
>”No Twilight, you don’t have a beard.”
>Twilight cocks her head.
>Poor thing you are already over loading her little mind with your extensive knowledge.
>”Anyway. Bee’s have-“
>”The stallions?”
>You sigh.
>You fucking love this filly.
>”Yep. They have ‘things’- let’s call them stingers.”
>”Bees have stingers.”
>”Yep.”
>”And they rip off half of their guts if they try to pull it out after the sting! Because it gets stuck under the skin and-“
>Hold the phone. 
>What the hell are they teaching kids these days?
>”Uhm, shure. Anywho.”
>”So the bee, when he sees a mare he likes-“
>”Which is the bird, right?”
>”What beard?”
>There is a moment of silence, before you go on.
>Sometimes, sister Twilight is weird.
>”ANYWAY- so the bee stings the bird.”
>”Doesn’t that hurt?”
>You dry the tear on your eyes.
>”It is the pain of love, Twilight.”
>She cocks her head again.
>”You’ll know when you’re older.”
>”Okay!” Twilight answers happily, feeding on the things to come from her best brother.
>”Hey, Twilight, you know how it hurts and bloats up when you get stung?”
>”Yeah?”
>”Well, the bird get’s bloated, after the sting. That’s what you call pregnancy.”
>Twilight cocks her head again.
>”AND that is how fillies are made.”
>”What happens to the bee?”
>”The bee?”
>”Uh-huh.”
>You look into the distance.
>”The bee, loses itself after that. The bird then wants a house, child support, and LOVE. And then, the bee, losing his half, just dies, Twilight. But not physically. Mentally.”
>You tap your head.
>”They just die inside the head, Twilight. Can you imagine that?”
>Then you break into sobs and run out of the room.

>Shining’s sides are all over Equestria.

>Then you just run back in, grab Twilight, and go play air plane again.
>You fucking loved that game.
>It is the only time you can act autistic.
>This is probably why you loved your sister so much.
>Not in an incest way.
>Sick fucks.

>”Anon, do you know what time it is?” Mom pokes her head in, seeing you playing around with Twilight again.
>You’re playing WaddleShip, and somehow, Twilight is sinking all of your ducks.
>Pony magic, you swear.
>After all, you strategy of placing all the ducks in a row is genius.
>”Time for Twilight to let me win?”
>Twilight giggles.
>”Honey, it’s time to pick up your friend.”
>”I have a friend?”
>”Cadance?” She is tired of your games.
>”Oh, right. I’ll be right back. AFTER I beat Twilight.”
>Twilight giggles again.
>”Come on Anon. You’ll be here all night.”
>Mom laughs at this.
>You rage quit, before slipping on a white shirt.
>You supposed to look nice for your old friend.
>You straighten up a tie, make sure your sleeves are rolled up; hair fixed, and move out.
>BEFORE grabbing your trusty jacket.
>You don’t recall where you got it.
>Someone sent it to you as a gift almost a year ago.
>You just can’t remember.
>You slug it on your shoulders, and move out.

>The train station was unusually crowded, what is with these press ponies?
>Being the asshole you are- you slowly push your way through.
>You drop one or two camera, much to complaints of the reporters.
>Well, fuck you too, buddy.
>You eventually end up in the very front, with a guard blocking your path.
>Soon enough, you can hear the whistle of the train.
>A quite regal-looking train stops, much to the excitement of the reporters.
>You can see Princess Celestia walking up the open path.
>She soon spots you.
>It wasn’t that hard.
>You were at least a head taller than the most ponies here.
>”Anonymous! I did not expect you to be here. Come here!” Celestia motions you to her side.
>The reporters and the guard grunt in annoyance.
>That’s right fuckers. Eat it up.
>Some snap pictures, while most are scribbling notes.
>There is a hiss on the train, and the door opens.
>A pink Pegasus unicorn stands on the platform.
>She has purple irises, with a multi coloured mane.
>It is a wave of yellow, pink and purple.
>She is wearing a grin on her face, and judging by her eye alignment, you can say it genuine.
>She scans over her surroundings, taking in the sight.
>Suddenly, Big Bang.
>Lights everywhere.
>Flashes run through the air, hitting Cadance straight in the face.
>She winces, before regaining her composure.
>She then spots you, among the lights.
>You must look like Edward Cullen or something.
>Blame Stephaneigh Nay-er.
>”Ah, Cadance, nice to see you again, my beloved nephew.” Celestia readies her pony hug.
>Cadance smiles before diving for the hug.
>To your surprise, she passes Celestia, before reaching you.
>She wraps around you tightly, laughing.
>Great, now the flashes are on you.
>You smile and hug back.
>Fuck, you have no idea.
>”It’s great to see you again, Anon.” She lets go, heading to give her aunt a hug.
>You just stand there, like an idiot, but happy.
>Then the three of you walk to the prepared carriage.
>Fuck yeah, royalty.
>You sit in the comfortable cushions in the carriage.
>Oh lordy, you can get used to this.

>You are Cadance.
>All these years.
>You are coming back to Canterlot.
>Back to your old home after seven years of studies.
>Seven years, can you believe that?
>And once again, you meet Anon.
>Your old friend.
>You hope he is wearing the jacket you sent to him last year.
>So the train stops, and the hiss is heard.
>The crowd is making quite a fuss.
>You take a breath, before opening the door.
>Blinding light slaps your face, but you stay calm.
>You wince a bit, before readjusting.
>You look around, spotting Celestia.
>She saying something, and then you see him.
>After all these years.
>With all these lights, he looks like Edward Cullen.
>Blame Stephaneigh Nay-er.
>He is much taller now, with his dark hair of his.
>He’s wearing a tie, a shirt- and
>SQUEEEEEEE
>Your gift!
>He’s wearing it!
>You rush to him right away, giving him a hug.
>You laugh in delight, as you pull him closer.
>You missed him so bad.
>He replies the hug, holding you for a while.
>You tell him on how you missed him.
>He nods.
>That’s… a good thing, right?
>With all these lights, it’s perfect.
>Then you remember you forgot your auntie.
>Oh, the awkwardness.

>Back to Anon.
>You glance over to Cadance, who seems to be enthralled to be talking with Celestia.
>She insisted sitting next to you.
>You are truly taken back on how she changed so much, she looks-
>Well, gorgeous.
>Okay, that is the last comment you will make about pony beauty.
>You can actually smell the roses on her.
>Like the letter.
>You stare into the window, distanced.
>”So, Anon.” Celestia calls.
>You turn, surprised.
>”Say something to Cadance.” Celestia laughs, before glancing between the two of you.
>”Well,” You turn to see your old friend. 
>She looks to you expectantly.
>The way her snout is pointing downwards, the way that her eye looks up to you, the way her mane flows around her head-
>You pause, not realizing you’ve been staring.
>She’s staring back at you, seeing something you don’t.

>Celestia is just holding back her laughs.

>You smile stupidly, and scratch the back of your head.
>”Haha, well, you look… great! Good to have you again, Cadance.” You extend your hand.
>She smiles ever so softly to you, before taking your offer.
>She lets her soft hoof into your hand, and giving you a small shake.

>”Anon. You’re blushing.”
>A ball hits your head.
>”And you’ve been staring at that wall for hours.”
>Shiny bounces another ball at you.
>You don’t feel anything.

>”OH. I get it.” Shiny leans in closer.
>”Looks like Anon is falling for a mare.”
>You wake at the statement.
>”What? Me? Anonymous the Human?”
>Shiny crosses his legs.
>”Yeah, definitely. Anon, congratulations.”
>You slump down.
>Shiiiiiiiiit.
>Looks like the Minotaur had burrito dinner again.
>Some amount of shit here.
>Insane amount.
>You never thought…
>Ah, you were always insensitive at this.
>”This can’t happen!” You lay on your bed, defeated.
>”Oh come on, Anon. Don’t be a filly. That rock of a heart started beating, and you want to take it back to a cave and crush it with a rock.”
>”Fuck off, Shiny.”
>You can’t believe he just referenced ‘Windigo Town’.
>”Hey, watch your mouth, young man.”
>A knock is heard on the door.
>Mom is there, looking awfully happy.
>”Anon, your friend is here…”
>As you pass, you can swear you heard your mother whisper ‘Good catch’.
>You grunt at your pony mother.
>You head out to the door, to see Cadance, by the door steps.
>She is looking around, taking in the surroundings once again.
>She then spots you, still in your outfit.
>”Hey.” She mutters, trying to make eye contact.
>”Hi.” You mutter, half- raising you hand.
>You walk down the stairs, meeting Cadance by the door.
>”Would you like to come in?” You say, motioning her.
>”That would be great, Anon.”
>She smiles at you, and enter you humble abode.
>What the fuck is happening to your brain.
>She sits on a couch, looking about.
>And then, your savior comes.
>Twilight.
>She runs into the living room, making air plane noises.
>You are so proud.
>She then stops and looks at Cadance, before smiling and running to her.
>She then traces her eyes to you, and then back and forth.
>And then, your savior becomes the devil.
>”So, are you Anon’s marefriend? About time.”
>TWILIGHT HOW COULD YOU
>Cadance blushes at the statement.
>She ruffles Twilight’s mane, smiling to her.
>”You’re Twilight, right?”
>”Yep! Anon’s best sister!”
>And also the only.
>Cadance smiles, taking the filly in her forelegs.
>”Sure, you are, Twilight.”
>She holds the small filly, cradling her.
>”Hey! I’m not a bwa-by!” Twilight protests, but her size is too small to betray her words.
>Cadance laughs, still holding Twilight.
>You don’t like being ignored, so you just chime in.
>You crouch by the couch, helping Cadance hold Twilight.
>You don’t even realize how close you are to Cadance.
>”Wow, so this is what it feels like to be dad.” You whisper.
>Twilight giggles happily, while Cadance is quiet.
>OH SHIT GRIFFA WHAT
>You then realize your mistake.
>You recoil, blushing badly.
>Cadance backs away as well, blushing.

>”Uhhhh” Shiny Armor is just standing on the staircase, watching.
>”Don’t mind me.” He snickers before running into the kitchen.

>Shit, you dun goofed.
>You look at Cadance, who has been silent.
>”Uhm, I don’t mean it in that way and-“
>”Of course you mean it- she’s your marefriend!” Twilight shouts from the bottom.
>Thanks for the save, Twilight.
>Cadance lets Twilight down, before backing up.
>”I gotta go.” She flies to the door, almost fleeing.
>You are just sitting there, wondering.
>”Well?” You look down to your sister. “Aren’t you going to get her?”
>Fuck you Twilight.
>But good plan.
>You run outside right away.
>You can catch Cadance trotting off to the park.
>If you run you can probably-
>JUST SHUT UP AND DRIVE

>”Cadance!” You call from her back.
>When you catch up to her, you are out of your breath.
>You need more exercise.
>You let out some tired gasps, before ending it with a big ‘Whew’
>”Hey, sorry about Twilight.”
>She nods, still not facing you.
>”Let me make it up.”
>She mechanically turns to you.
>”How about-“ 
>You feel a cold slap to your face.
>Is this- mud?
>You wipe off the mud on your face, and stare at her questioningly.
>She gives you a playful smile, and lifts several hundreds of mud shots.
>”Anything, huh?” 
>You were into skin care, but not that much.
>You prepare your own magic, ready to fight fire with fire.
>”Anything.” You reply, with a smirk.
>She can’t best you.
>Because you ARE the best.
>”All for the old times’ sake?”
>Then you have a flashback.
>That first time you met Cadance.
>”Bring it, Pegacorn.” You smile.

>That day, the entire park was leveled.
>Mud, mud everywhere.
>But more importantly, you.
>You had mud everywhere.
>This shit ain’t good.
>Cadance is once again, trotting on top of your mud pile, declaring her victory.
>Oh, she is going down.

>Literally.

>You jump out of the pile, grabbing your enemy.
>The two of you slide down the pile, both screaming and laughing. 
>You find yourself over the pony, looking down.
>You use your arms to bring yourself up, before realizing how suggestive your position is.
>Cadance was already blushing, so you got off like a Griffon.
>”Whew.” You blow a whistle, still tired.
>”Yeah.” Cadance replies, her mane all over the mud.
>”Just like old times?” 
>”Just like old times.”
>You smile and gasp for more air.

>After you fixed all your mess, you decided to rest under your favorite tree.
>Just watching the skies.
>Cadance joins you, still tired after that little war.
>It’s getting dark, which was great.
>You liked watching sunsets.
>”Someday, huh?”
>”Absolutely, Anon.”
>”How was it for you?”
>She rubs her chin, thinking.
>”It was great. After MY victory.”
>”Heresy.”
>The two of you sit in silence, as the sun goes down.
>You whistle, which evoked a response from the bird above.
>You smile and hold out your finger, where a small canary landed.
>It sang back, while you whistled in tune.
>Cadance hummed along, before a bee landed on her snout.
>She smiled and blew it away, and continued humming.

>You sigh, it’s sunset time, and you get you enjoy it with your old friend.
>Maybe- More than friends?