MLP Beauty and the Beast
Chapter 3-The Annoying Ponies of Ponyville
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That afternoon Moon Dancer was sitting by the fountain in the town square, a small pegasus filly called Scootaloo sat beside her. The pale yellow unicorn was teaching the younger filly how to read. Moon magically flipped the page and Scootaloo slowly began to articulate the words aloud. "The blue bird…that flies…over the dark…wood,"she said slowly stumbling slightly now and then. The unicorn beamed with pride. "That was amazing!"she cried. Scootaloo was about to read on when the headmare of the village school, Miss Cheerilee came storming up to the pair. "What on earth are you doing?"she demanded, glaring at Moon Dancer,"Teaching another filly to read? Isn't one enough?" Cowed, Scootaloo jumped off her perch and ran off. "We have to do something,"Moon Dancer murmured, gazing sadly after the filly. It was then a certain little hedgehog, who had been watching the whole affair, slipped away down a street.
Feather Bangs sighed as he thought about Moon. "You are the wildest…most gorgeous thing I have ever seen,"it was unclear whether he was talking about the mare…or himself. "Nobody deserves you. But at least I know our foals will be beautiful,"Feather continued, it was know obvious he was talking about Moon Dancer. "Am I catching you at a bad time?"Grubber asked, gingerly approaching the moody stallion. "What is it, Grubber?"Feather said impatiently. "A certain damsel is in distress,"the hedgehog smirked. "Ah!"the stallion grinned, perking up at once and striking a pose,"It's hero time!"
Miss Cheerilee was now giving poor Moon Dancer a twenty minute lecture on the importance of not letting fillies and colts indulge in something as trivial as reading. At first the unicorn had tried to protest but then after the first five minutes she simply gave up and bore the headmare's rant as patiently as she could. When Miss Cheerilee finally finished and left in a huff Moon Dancer slowly stood up and began to head home, thoroughly dispirited. Feather sidled up to her on cue. "Moon! I heard you had trouble with the Headmare. She never liked me either,"he smirked, then his expression turned serious,"Can I give you a little advice about the townsponies though? They're never going to trust the kind of change you're bringing." "All I wanted was to teach a filly to read,"the unicorn protested. "The only fillies you should concern yourself with…are your own,"the stallion hinted unsubtly. Moon Dancer gulped. "I'm…not ready to have any foals of my own yet,"she replied firmly. "Maybe you haven't met the right stallion,"Feather suggested, smiling pointedly at her. "It's a small village, Feather. I've met them all,"the unicorn sighed. "Well, maybe you should take another look. Some of us have changed,"the golden stallion pushed and moved closer to Moon Dancer who rapidly backed away. "Look, Feather…we could never make each other happy,"she reasoned before adding,"Nopony can change that much." "Oh Moon,"Feather sighed, patting her head,"Do you know what happens to spinsters in this village after their fathers die?" They passed an old mare wrapped in a filthy blanket. She held out her hooves crying,"Bits? Got any spare bits?" Moon Dancer regretfully shook her head. "They beg for scraps, like poor Granny Smith,"the stallion continued indicating towards the beggar mare as if she had just proved his point. "This is our world Moon. For simple ponies like us, it doesn't get any better,"he gave her a grin with half-lidded eyes, sure she would finally be won over. But Moon Dancer was having none of it. "I might be a farm mare. But I'm not simple…and I'm never going to marry you Feather. I'm sorry!"she cried and dashed away from him until she reached the foot of a hill. With a determined snort she began to climb. "Can you imagine? Me? The wife of that boorish…brainless…"she fumed to herself.
"MADAME FEATHER,
CAN'T YOU JUST SEE IT
MADAME FEATHER,
HIS LITTLE WIFE
UGH!
NO SIR, NOT ME,
I GUARANTEE IT.
I WANT MUCH MORE THAN THIS PROVINCIAL LIFE!"
Moon Dancer reached the top of the hill, a light breeze blew and she surveyed the village and dark forest below. She relished in her newfound freedom.
"I WANT ADVENTURE
IN THE GREAT WIDE SOMEWHERE.
I WANT IT MORE THAN I CAN TELL
AND FOR ONCE IT MIGHT BE GRAND,
TO HAVE SOMEPONY UNDERSTAND.
I WANT SO MUCH MORE THAN THEY'VE GOT PLANNED…"
