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“DAAAADDDDDDDD!”
The scream could be heard from around the house were Cheese Sandwhich was working on the small garden he had started a few months back. His ears perked up at the sound of his sons voice. He turned and peered inside the house and noticed the clock. School was over already?

He cleaned his hooves and walked inside the house just in time for his son to start screaming his name again.

“I’m right here P.B, what’s on heavens earth are you screaming for.”

Peanut Butter looked up at his dad and with a deep breath and a small squeal, he grabbed two tickets out of his school bag.
“Mrs.Cheerilee gave me two tickets!” He smiled so hard Cheese swore his teeth were going to fall out.

“Oh really? Tickets to what?”

“It’s a surprise! But it’s being held at the Hayten Arena this WEEKEND.” P.B sputtered out quickly. He was basically about to fly through the ceiling.

“Oh ok, why is it a surprise?”
”Because…well.” P.B got a bit quite and settled down. “I know you have been busy but, I was hoping you could come with me?” He looked up with hopeful eyes.

Cheese chuckled to himself then paused. He had been busy. In fact, he was able to work on his hobby tiny farm the first time in two weeks. Luckily it was not TOO overgrown with weeds. But he HAS been traveling a lot. Perhaps a break would be nice.

Cheese grabbed his son and pulled him into a hug then ruffled his hair, “Well, it’s a good thing I have off this weekend then.”

He looked down to find Peanut Butter just about ready to explode again. “REALLY! YES. I can’t wait oh boy!”

………….
Saturday

“Today’s the day, I can’t wait!” P.B said as he and his dad got off the train.

It had been a two hour drive of watching his son hardly contain himself from saying any spoilers as to what it was. He had wanted him to be just as exited.

After another 30 min walk they finally arrived to the Hayten Arena, it was a massive size building, It had a open roof to let in all the sun (and bad weather at that). It could hold a few hundred ponies. Many sports were held here including Hoof Ball, Archery, a fan favorite Buck Ball, and of course, Cheeses most disliked sport, Racing.

In his opinion there was nothing worse (well, besides wrestling). You mess up once your kicked out. You get a minor injury, fired. It was such a nasty sport with unfair players. They only every cared about winning, even if that meant cheating in the process, in fact, it’s not a surprise this sport is disliked by quite a few ponies, but even still, it was very popular.

So, it was a great surprise and shock, when Cheese saw racers coming from holding pens, there rides, and multiple ponies wearing racing merch.

He looked down to find his son staring at a racer in the distance. It was not hard to miss considering every mare and pony surrounded him.

“PB please tell me this is n…” Cheeses question was interrupted with a huge horn blow and then the feel of someone pushing him.

“DAD! Come on we got to hurry! It’s going to start soon!”

They walked in and found seats all the way up top, it gave a great view of the entire field.

Cheese looked around and nervously scratched his neck.

Then all the racers came out and each one was presented. Showing off and doing poses.

As the minutes went by they finally got to there posts. Yup. It was racing. Great.

”P.B are you sure this the right show? What is Sunday’s?” But he got no response.

He looked down to find his son barely holding on to his happiness. He was literally shaking and stomping on the floor beneath them.

“They say this is the best part!” He squealed.

Cheese looked up then a different horn went off. And just like that all gates were opened and 15 horses bursted out and started flying down the tract. Each one wearing a different color and number. Every pony started screaming! They all went around the first bend.

Cheese watched, they just ran.

Just then the crowd went wild. A large stallion took the lead, his soft red coat glistening in the sun. It was the same one he saw before.

“HE TOOK THE LEAD!” P.B shouted as he shook his dad’s arm. “That’s Thunder Rock, he’s the fasted, coolest, and best racer there is! He’s already made it to the hall of fame!”
Cheese took his hoof away from the shaking but stopped dead when he heard his son,
“I hope I’m on the hall of fame someday.”

Cheese couldn’t believe it, his son was interested in THIS out of all things. A mean, brutal, money hungry, Fire happy, accident prone sport. Then Cheese remember, kids have phases. That’s all this is. It’s just a phase.

Just then the crowd let out a loud gasp. P.B gasped too as he watched another stallion get pushed by Thunder. He fell face first into the mixture of sand and dirt as it went flying. A soft crunch could be heard over the hoof beats and the silent crowd, he was down. He laid there as the others past him some even mocking him and laughing. His leg was clearly broken. He slowly laid his head down to the ground.

Almost as fast as it happened Cheese stood up and gently pushed P.B,
”Come on we’re leaving. This is not a good sport. Just look at that! I don’t need or want you seeing THAT.” He said.

As P.B tried to beg his dad to stay it didn’t work, soon they were on there way to the train station. P.B had his head down with soft tears flowing down his face.
Cheese sighed, “Look Peanut Butter, if I would have known you were taking us to a race I would have said no. That sport is not a good one. It’s just full of jerks and money hungry ponies that are crazy! Trust me I know!”

”Your wrong! Not every one is like that! And accidents like that hardly ever happen! I was so exited to go and you ruined it! Just because a few ponies do that doesn’t mean the whole sport is bad!” He yelled and tears fell down his face.

“My teacher said I could be a great racer one day! And I will be! Wether you like it or not!” He screamed as he ran off toward the train station.

Cheese was stunned. He has never had his son full on yell at him before. He shook his head, no matter, he had to say what had to be said. After all, he was only protecting him from being hurt in the future, it’s only just a phase, he was sure of it.

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There we have it. A little bit on P.B and Cheese and how his first race watching went. Cheese hates racing, and he has very good reasons to why and why he thinks every pony in races is like that.

This is also a huge breaking point to Peanut Butter, he felt very hurt this day. But does this stop him, obviously not.

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“DAAAADDDDDDDD!”
The scream could be heard from around the house were Cheese Sandwhich was working on the small garden he had started a few months back. His ears perked up at the sound of his sons voice. He turned and peered inside the house and noticed the clock. School was over already?

He cleaned his hooves and walked inside the house just in time for his son to start screaming his name again.

“I’m right here P.B, what’s on heavens earth are you screaming for.”

Peanut Butter looked up at his dad and with a deep breath and a small squeal, he grabbed two tickets out of his school bag.
“Mrs.Cheerilee gave me two tickets!” He smiled so hard Cheese swore his teeth were going to fall out.

“Oh really? Tickets to what?”

“It’s a surprise! But it’s being held at the Hayten Arena this WEEKEND.” P.B sputtered out quickly. He was basically about to fly through the ceiling.

“Oh ok, why is it a surprise?”
”Because…well.” P.B got a bit quite and settled down. “I know you have been busy but, I was hoping you could come with me?” He looked up with hopeful eyes.

Cheese chuckled to himself then paused. He had been busy. In fact, he was able to work on his hobby tiny farm the first time in two weeks. Luckily it was not TOO overgrown with weeds. But he HAS been traveling a lot. Perhaps a break would be nice.

Cheese grabbed his son and pulled him into a hug then ruffled his hair, “Well, it’s a good thing I have off this weekend then.”

He looked down to find Peanut Butter just about ready to explode again. “REALLY! YES. I can’t wait oh boy!”

………….
Saturday

“Today’s the day, I can’t wait!” P.B said as he and his dad got off the train.

It had been a two hour drive of watching his son hardly contain himself from saying any spoilers as to what it was. He had wanted him to be just as exited.

After another 30 min walk they finally arrived to the Hayten Arena, it was a massive size building, It had a open roof to let in all the sun (and bad weather at that). It could hold a few hundred ponies. Many sports were held here including Hoof Ball, Archery, a fan favorite Buck Ball, and of course, Cheeses most disliked sport, Racing.

In his opinion there was nothing worse (well, besides wrestling). You mess up once your kicked out. You get a minor injury, fired. It was such a nasty sport with unfair players. They only every cared about winning, even if that meant cheating in the process, in fact, it’s not a surprise this sport is disliked by quite a few ponies, but even still, it was very popular.

So, it was a great surprise and shock, when Cheese saw racers coming from holding pens, there rides, and multiple ponies wearing racing merch.

He looked down to find his son staring at a racer in the distance. It was not hard to miss considering every mare and pony surrounded him.

“PB please tell me this is n…” Cheeses question was interrupted with a huge horn blow and then the feel of someone pushing him.

“DAD! Come on we got to hurry! It’s going to start soon!”

They walked in and found seats all the way up top, it gave a great view of the entire field.

Cheese looked around and nervously scratched his neck.

Then all the racers came out and each one was presented. Showing off and doing poses.

As the minutes went by they finally got to there posts. Yup. It was racing. Great.

”P.B are you sure this the right show? What is Sunday’s?” But he got no response.

He looked down to find his son barely holding on to his happiness. He was literally shaking and stomping on the floor beneath them.

“They say this is the best part!” He squealed.

Cheese looked up then a different horn went off. And just like that all gates were opened and 15 horses bursted out and started flying down the tract. Each one wearing a different color and number. Every pony started screaming! They all went around the first bend.

Cheese watched, they just ran.

Just then the crowd went wild. A large stallion took the lead, his soft red coat glistening in the sun. It was the same one he saw before.

“HE TOOK THE LEAD!” P.B shouted as he shook his dad’s arm. “That’s Thunder Rock, he’s the fasted, coolest, and best racer there is! He’s already made it to the hall of fame!”
Cheese took his hoof away from the shaking but stopped dead when he heard his son,
“I hope I’m on the hall of fame someday.”

Cheese couldn’t believe it, his son was interested in THIS out of all things. A mean, brutal, money hungry, Fire happy, accident prone sport. Then Cheese remember, kids have phases. That’s all this is. It’s just a phase.

Just then the crowd let out a loud gasp. P.B gasped too as he watched another stallion get pushed by Thunder. He fell face first into the mixture of sand and dirt as it went flying. A soft crunch could be heard over the hoof beats and the silent crowd, he was down. He laid there as the others past him some even mocking him and laughing. His leg was clearly broken. He slowly laid his head down to the ground.

Almost as fast as it happened Cheese stood up and gently pushed P.B,
”Come on we’re leaving. This is not a good sport. Just look at that! I don’t need or want you seeing THAT.” He said.

As P.B tried to beg his dad to stay it didn’t work, soon they were on there way to the train station. P.B had his head down with soft tears flowing down his face.
Cheese sighed, “Look Peanut Butter, if I would have known you were taking us to a race I would have said no. That sport is not a good one. It’s just full of jerks and money hungry ponies that are crazy! Trust me I know!”

”Your wrong! Not every one is like that! And accidents like that hardly ever happen! I was so exited to go and you ruined it! Just because a few ponies do that doesn’t mean the whole sport is bad!” He yelled and tears fell down his face.

“My teacher said I could be a great racer one day! And I will be! Wether you like it or not!” He screamed as he ran off toward the train station.

Cheese was stunned. He has never had his son full on yell at him before. He shook his head, no matter, he had to say what had to be said. After all, he was only protecting him from being hurt in the future, it’s only just a phase, he was sure of it.

————————

There we have it. A little bit on P.B and Cheese and how his first race watching went. Cheese hates racing, and he has very good reasons to why and why he thinks every pony in races is like that.

This is also a huge breaking point to Peanut Butter, he felt very hurt this day. But does this stop him, obviously not.

———————-

Character Shown

Enjoying my content? Consider supporting me on Patreon. I upload my art work early on patreon. Patreons can also see WIPS, Comic pages weeks to months early, sketches, any exclusive art, and more!

www.patreon.com/user?u=3242889…

STOP: you cannot use or steal my work in anyway. Reposting is NOT allowed.