PREVIOUSLY, ON MINE LITTLE PONY...
Steve fell through a glitchy end portal, leading him to the magical land of Mine-questria. At the same time, Rarity picked up a strange looking diamond, which teleported her to Mine-questria. Steve found Rarity, who told him that he was suddenly a pony. Steve, realizing that half of their first day was over, led Rarity to frantically gathering wood and building a crammed shed to hide from the night. Steve and Rarity spent the night exchanging stories about each other’s universes. When day finally arrived, Steve walked out of the shed, only to hear a familiar hissing sound behind him. Will this story be stopped early? Or will Steve be saved? Find out... now.
Steve heard the hissing sound behind him and knew all too well what it was. It was a creeper, an exploding freak that destroyed structures and life alike. Right before the creeper exploded, Steve instinctively leapt high into the air. He looked down to see that not only had he just barely avoided the explosion, but he was flying! “Why am I flying?” Steve asked the air adjacent to him.
“I thought you knew you were a pegasus,” Rarity called.
“And pegasi fly?”
“Yes, generally ponies with wings fly.”
“So how do I get down?”
“I would guess you stop flapping your wings.”
Steve looked behind him to find that he did indeed have wings and they were indeed flapping. “Stop flapping my wings? Seems easy enough.” As he said this, his wings locked up and he plummeted to the ground, losing four hit points from collision damage. “Ok, I am not flying again. Not if I have to take that fall every time I want to land.”
“I don’t know much about pegasi and how they fly,” said Rarity, “but I don’t think you’re supposed to lock up your wings.”
Steve, who had just recovered his lost health, had noticed that he was suddenly on 17 hunger points. “Rarity,” he said, “how are you on hunger?”
“I’m not sure,” said Rarity.
“Is your HUD on?”
“Um...”
“Heads up display. Is it on?”
“No, i don’t think so. Wait.. I think I got it. There we go... I’m on 14 hunger.”
“We have to find some pigs. That way, we can kill them and get pork chops. Lets go, Rarity.” As Steve turned to leave, a spider jumped out at him. He was about to defend himself when he dropped his sword. Steve feared it would be his end when the spider got knocked back by a flying sword. Steve looked in shock, then turned around to see that it was Rarity who had flung the sword with her magic. “Wha-?” Steve was not sure what had just happened.
“Well?” asked Rarity, “are we going to go find some food, or are we going to stand here and wait for more of those to kill us?”
Steve was about to reply when he saw salvation in a nearby mountain. “A CAVE!” he shouted. “Rarity, we don’t need food at the moment, we need permanent shelter. There’s a cave over there that we can move into.”
“Why would I want to become a cave pony?” asked Rarity.
“Either that, or you could stay out in the wilderness and say hi to all the creepers you meet. Besides,” Steve flapped his wings a little, “I don’t think you’ll be as lucky as me.”
“Fine,” said Rarity, defeated. She then followed Steve to the cave, which had coal at the mouth.
“Oh, good. It’s not very deep and it has coal. The perfect cave.”
Steve and Rarity proceded to mine the coal, light the cave with torches, and block off the mouth of the cave to keep monsters out.
“Well,” said Steve, “this will be good until we can get the materials for a real house.” Steve and Rarity then looked out the windows of the door to see the night full of monsters. “Get ready, Rarity... our adventure has just begun.”
“Hey, Steve,” said Rarity, “we still have to kill some pigs.”
“Oh, thanks for ruining that dramatic ending. Hmm... we have to kill some monsters. It’s the only way we can get some vital materials. But we need something stronger than wooden swords...” Steve then looked down. “Duh! I’ll make some stone swords!” Steve then began mining around the cave, collecting stone. “Maybe, if I mine enough stone, we’ll have enough to build a real house early on.”
Suddenly, there was a voice at the door. “Hello?” the voice said, “I fear I’m losssssst, and I need help. Can I come into your nice housssssssssssse?”
“Sure,” said Rarity going to open the door, but Steve jumped in front of her. “Steve! You’re going to let that pony stay out there with all those monsters?”
“First, he’s not a pony, he’s a creeper. I know how to handle this.” Steve then turned to the door. “I know your game, creeper! Go away before I make your death unpleasant!”
“I’ll get you for this, Sssssssssssteve!” Steve knew the creeper was still there, even though it pretended to leave.
“Rarity,” said Steve quietly, “on the count of three, jump out and hit anything that moves, except for me. It would be a bad idea to hit me.”
“Ok,” replied Rarity, getting her sword ready.
“One... two... THREE!” Steve opened the door and ran out into the night, swinging his sword wildly. Rarity followed, stabbing everything near her. There were four zomb-ponies (yes, this will be that kind of fic) closing in on Steve, but he leapt up over them and slashed their heads clean off. He then threw his sword at an approaching skele-pony without even knowing it was there. Despite that, he hit it square on.
Rarity was faced with several spiders. One lunged at her, but she moved her sword too quickly for it. The spider fell to the ground in about 10 pieces (8 legs, 1 head, and one body). A creeper tried to sneak up on Rarity, but she swung her sword in a circular fashion, slicing the creeper and several advancing spiders.
Steve was barely holding back a group of zombies when he saw them... a group of COWS! The whole herd could keep him and Rarity alive for a while. Steve ran up to the group and was about to attack, when he saw a tall, dark, purple-eyed pony in front of him. The pony opened its mouth...
TO BE CONTINUED!
Afternote: Both of my fics will be on hiatus for a while for reasons I don’t care to go into detail for just yet. ;)