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Minty Fresh

by Curify

Chapter 1: Green Is My Favorite Color!


Green Is My Favorite Color!

Green socks.

Green paint.

Green grass.

Green life.

Green.

What do I make of it?

It’s a color, something I admire.

Can it be…

...something more?

I could take green and make it anything that I want it to be.

But what do I want green to be other than just a color I admire?

Maybe…

...something bold?

No, it can’t be bold. I might scare the foals with it if green was bolded.

Everypony would want to be green.

They’d stand out so much.

That might be too much.

How about…

...something Christmas-like?

Well last time I did that, I think everypony hated me.

Or I think they enjoyed it.

I don’t know.

My mind likes to come up with situations that criticize me, I’m sorry.

Maybe...

...something sweet?

That sounds rather delightful.

I know Pinkie Pie would agree with me on that.

The only catch is that it needs to be attractive to foals; it can’t be something only for adults.

What would that be?

It can’t be baked goods; that’s more in Pinkie Pie’s line of work.

Hm…

How about candy?

Yes!

Candy!

I’ll make a minty green candy!

I’ll be the creator of it!

Everypony will know me!

Hopefully…

...it’ll be in a good light.


Green grass.

Brown paths.

Ew, it needs more green.

Why am I on this path?

That’s right, Ponyville.

I haven’t been here in ages.

With all the fancy adventures in Unicornia, I couldn't help but let my mind get sidetracked from the place I was born from.

Maybe I should’ve came back sooner?

I could’ve, but that rainbow-maned, disturbed, impromptu, fashion show would’ve waltzed in my way and flashed her whole new style without even asking.

What a show off.

I mean, I don’t show off my love for green at everypony!

Except for that time I painted Ponyville green.

Rainbow Dash didn’t like that at all.

“Hey, who are you?” a voice from above asks.

Who the hay just said that?

I turn around to see a rainbow maned pony up in the trees, her wings bigger than the normal.

Wait.

Wings?!

“You who?” the thing in front of me says, waving her cyan hooves at me as she now flutters just above the ground.

Wings.

The diva in the skies got her wish.

She has wings.

Oh Starcatcher, why did you give her the wish of huge wings!?

“U-um,” I attempt to say, my throat being more rough than usual. “Hi.”

“Hi?” the rainbow maned pony questions, her voice as scratchy as can be. “Are you lost?”

No, I’m on this brown dirt path that needs a definite green line down the middle.

My eyes gaze into those magenta pools of confusion. “No, I’m just here to visit Ponyville."

The pegasus in front of me raises an eyebrow at me before calmly lifting her hoof to shake mine. “Welcome to Ponyville, I'm Rainbow Dash, the fastest flyer in all of Equestria!”

As she relinquishes her loose grip on my hoof, I sigh. I am so glad she didn’t recogni—

She lands on the dirt path, staring at me with her head tilted slightly to the right. “Say, you look familiar…”

Oh…

“N-no!” I say suddenly, causing the pegasus to jump back. “I, I d-don’t think you know me.”

“Oh yeah? What are you then, a spy?”

What in the…

“No!” I exclaim anxiously. “I can’t be a spy, spies aren’t green!”

“Green?” That eyebrow she raised once goes straight back up again, rising to the heavens. “Why green?”

“Because green is my favorite color!” I shout as I shove my muzzle in front of her. “And I hate spies!” My anger only raises as I remember a time when green wasn’t a good color. “They hated me for my admiration of the color green!”

Rainbow Dash slinks back, her eyes peering at me. “So, you like the color green?”

Are you kidding me?

I jump right back at her. “Of course I do!” I announce with glee. “Green is my favorite color.”

She just chuckles in response. “Sounds like something Rarity would groan at.”

“Rarity?”

Oh wait, my mouth opened up.

“You know her?”

Quick, brain, come up with something!

“Uh, yeah! Isn’t she that pink pony with yellow hair?”

The one pony I knew in front of me just stared at me.

“Uh…”

“No,” she said motionlessly. “That is not a thing.”

“What?”

“You’re not a thing.”

“What!?”

“Are you, Minty, by chance?”

How did she figure that out?!

“Y-yes?”

“Pinkie was talking about you.”

“Pinkie Pie!?” I practically shout as I shove the pegasus to the ground, pinning her on the soft green grass below. “Where is she?”

The now panicked-stricken Rainbow Dash squirms underneath the strong earth pony’s grip. “Can you let go of me, Minty?”

“No! Tell me where she is Rainbow Dash!”

“Not until you let me up!” she screams with her eyes opened wide and her wings flared for all to see. “I need my wings to breathe here and you’re crushing them!”

Oh, right, wings.

I release my tight grip on her as she flips me over, her wings now flared up as she pins me to the grass.

This green grass that is soft.

I like it.

“Now, why do you need to know where she is at?” she says as she puts her muzzle in front of my eyes.

“Because I was told she lived here and I have,” I frantically ramble off before a dirty cyan hoof cuts me off.

“Calm,” Rainbow Dash begins in a harsh tone, before slightly grimacing and calmly removing some pressure off my muzzle, her hoof still blocking me from speaking. “Down.” She gives me a comforting gaze, a slight twinkle in her eye shows as I stare at her. “I’ll walk you over to her place, okay?”

I nod.

“Now, when I remove this hoof from your muzzle, I suspect you to not freak out, okay?”

Suspect?

Everything I know as of right now is wrong of you.

I’m supposed to not like you.

Yet you’re not springing fashion in front of me.

You’re not doing what I thought you would do.

I can’t hate you for not doing something that made me hate you in the first place.

You don’t sound like you should.

You have wings.

I’ll try, just for my own sake not yours.

I nod to show her my trust for her.

She smiles and removes the hoof and gets off me, her wings slowly folding to her sides. “Come on,” she says as she turns away from me.

I sigh and reluctantly follow her.

What a way to start off.

Meeting the Rainbow Dash; she always dressed in style.

Now, I don’t know what to think of her.

This is not good.

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