Spot slammed the door shut and quickly bolted towards the window, shutting them. He frantically ran around the room, closing all visuals on the outside world. Twilight plopped on the floor, cross-eyed at the sudden change of mood. She watched Spot look around and run up and down the stairs, until Spike came down. He wiped his eyes groggy from sleep.
"Shh Spike!" Spot threw himself on top of Spike, covering his mouth.
"Shh! Be quiet!" He whispered.
"What's going-" Twilight said in a normal tone, but was hushed by an angry glare. She lowered her voice. "on?"
"They're following me!"
"You didn't see that fight?"
"It was way too fast, I couldn't keep up!"
The room was completely dark from the shades covering the windows, and the blinds pulled shut. Every door was closed and even the fans were unplugged. The only thing lighting the room was what light seeped through the cloth window covers.
"Spot- What happened back there in the forest?" Asked Twilight, she noticed that Spike had walked up the stairs in a half-awake trance.
Peter slowly walked over to Twilight, putting his face to hers and setting his hooves on her shoulders. He looked straight into her calm, worried eyes. "Can I trust you?"
"Yes! Of course you can! Spot what's going on-"
"Alright promise me you'll stay quiet about this."
Spot backed up and walked towards the living room wall. Twilight watched him in curiosity. He put his hoof up to the wall and looked back at Twilight. He held his hoof on the wall, waiting for a response.
"I don't understand." She said, walking closer to him.
He put his other hoof on the wall, somehow balancing on his back legs and his two front hooves pushed against the wall. He was still upright and standing as a normal pony, but his legs suspended on the walls. He slowly walked his two front hooves up the wall until his back hooves also hit the wall, and he started to climb up. Twilight watched in awe as he waltzed right on up the Living room ceiling. He looked at her with an upside-down smile.
Twilight just stood there and thought.
"Do that thing!" Twilight yipped in glee as he watched Peter do small tricks inside the Library.
"This?" He put his hand on the wall, and his right foot. He slowly lifted the other leg and hand, stuck to the wall. She watched as the human waltzed right on up the Living room ceiling. He looked at her with an upside-down smile.
"Yes! That's brilliant!"
"P-Pe-" She stopped to look at him again, strangely, he did look extremely familiar even as a pony. "Peter?"
"Yup, it's me Twilight!" He grinned wider, waiting for the happy response, but she slapped him; hard.
"Why would you keep this from me?" Twilight glared, but couldn't resist to peek a smile.
"Well I didn't want to cause any trouble!"
"But- but- how? They love you here!"
"Not Ponyville trouble, but trouble in Ponyville!"
"How- are you a pony?!" She widened her eyes and circled around him, still suspended on the ceiling. "Mane and everything!"
"Well that part I don't know, but I came to the conclusion that it was Trixie."
"What does she have to do with this?" Twilight couldn't help but become jealous at her thoughts of pony-Peter and Trixie.
"You haven't seen her yet?!"
"No, she left Ponyville back when I took out that Ursa Minor."
"Oh right, well she attacked us in the forest!"
"Ah!" She smiled deviously. "She was too week huh?"
"No, she was too strong! I put my whole force into it and she still attacked back. I'm afraid it's another symbiote, Twilight."
She gasped, "No way, you got rid of that!"
"Actually, it was gone when I woke up here that one day! It was just- gone." He peeked out the window. "It looked the same as it did on me."
"Oh no alright, Oh no Trixie is going to kill me!" Peter freaked and jumped down. "I don't even know if half my powers have gone away or what!"
"You still have powers?!" Twilight gasped.
"Ehm-" He pointed towards the ceiling.
"Oh right, is she still after you?"
"I don't know, Twilight, I don't know. But I'm scared." He sat down and puffed hot air out his nose in a fret. Annoyed and confused, he looked at his web organs. "I don't know what to do."
Twilight got down and wrapped her hooves around him, patting his back. She leaned against his head and closed her eyes. "You know, I sorta knew it was you the whole time."
"Heh, too obvious huh?"
"The spider cutie mark gave it away." She giggled and nuzzled her snout under his chin. "Being a pony changes it all."
"Really?" He lowered his voice even more to below a whisper.
"Yeah-" She pressed her face against his. He got up, causing her to fall. He wasn't paying attention, but started to ramble.
"What am I saying? I'm Spider-M... Spider-M.. Spider-Pony? No that doesn't work." He stomped his hoof. "Damn, Spider-Colt? No, no, no. Spider-Mane! Yeah, I like that. Spider-Mane." He stood and pondered at the idea.
"Perfect." Twilight grumbled.
Toxic pushed aside all of her equipment and stomped around. Her hooves cracked the surface of the metal tile flooring of her base. She punched her LCD screens and force opened the door. The symbiote went on a rage for hours until finally settling down to think. She had no time to think, in her mind, Spider-Man was the only thing from stopping her from killing that damn Twilight Sparkle.
"Oh I'll get you, you damned unicorn!"
She slammed her hoof again, continuing to yell and curse. What she wanted was another plan, a plan to kill what the symbiote wanted. She wanted to get it over with, she wanted to not be an insane killing purple super magical crazy-ass unicorn. She even took notice to her nasty stench. What she needed, was more hooves, what she needed, was an octopus.
The next morning was yet another cold one. Peter woke up on the couch, wiping his eyes from the sticky sensation of sleep. Last night he had crashed down on the bed after some catching up on Pony history; or he called it "Twilight never leaving me alone" time. She literally threw books at him one by one, The goddesses, Civil War, the founding of Equestria. Honestly, he was going to leave soon after he stopped Trixie anyways. Aside those thoughts, he was going to enjoy what little time he had.
He got up (fell off the couch) and walked around aimlessly. Lost, he found the front door and cracked it open; the sunlight instantly blinded him. He slowly opened it more as his eyes adjusted to the light. To wake up, he walked outside, but jumped back as he remembered he forgot to put on pants. Groggily, Peter walked back and looked around for his clothes but couldn't find anything. Twilight had came downstairs and stared at him, giggling.
"What are you doing up this early?" She asked.
"I just woke up."
"Why'd you go outside?"
"Just seemed like a good idea."
"May I ask, what are you doing now?"
"Looking for my pants."
"And why would you be doing that?" She teased him, noticing how tired and disoriented he was.
"Because I'm naked- Gah! Don't look at me naked!"
"Stop looking at me-"
"You're a pony. Ponies have no pants."
"Oh, I still gotta get used to this."
Early that morning, they had a very delicate breakfast. Twilight made a combination of toast and flowers. It wasn't something Peter would eat, but it was tempting. He slowly bit into the flowers and grinned. Unlike the bitter, tangy, musty-like taste you'd get from biting down on a flower, he got a sweet buttery taste on his tongue which went very well with the toast. They certainly tasted different than if he ate them as a human.
"That was," He paused to think of the right words, "Different."
"Never had flowers? Humans don't eat flowers?"
"Uh, no. We don't. I actually don't think I should tell you what humans eat."
"Yeah, I think you told me once. I don't remember."
"Anyways, it was great. Thanks, Twilight." He smiled.
"You're welcome. Now what are you going to do?"
"Getting down to business this fast? Um, well first things first, I have to hide my identity."
"As a pony?"
"Any idea where I could get a Spider-suit?"
"I think I have an idea..."
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