Crossover Idea

A/n: FMA crossover MLPFIM Crossover.

Gleaming Metal Alchemist : Gelded By Twilight

By Everglue Horace

The purple die cast blade with gold trim extending from the short visor of his helmet and chanfron was a really poor substitute for a genuine horn. And, if the perpetual adolescent that was Shining Armor had a choice in the matter he'd have gone stag, or commando, or whatever the current parlance or term was for not wearing a helmet at all. He felt there was something dishonest about it (the helmet that is). Especially in light of the fact that his real horn, while no longer functional in his current state of arrested development, was sufficiently pointy and capable of stabbing most things just fine without the additional unnecessary hardware. Naturally the helmet was enchanted, as was most safety gear with underage children in mind, to warp any additional pointy bits to another dimension within the same plane of reality. It was all very technical and he was sure Twilight could talk about it for hours assuming he ever brought up the subject or needed to kill an hour or two. Assuming he ever wanted to speak to her again.

There could be no doubt about his sex from the rear, but his front was an entirely different issue, especially considering his current expected age and ungainly appearance. One of the disadvantages of breaching the gate of truth, among other problems that had left him 'differently abled' (not to mention the family jewels quite absent) after a failed attempt to resurrect his mother back from the land of the dead had him going back to mnemosyne's realm to retrieve Twilight's soul as well. Now he wasn't even entirely certain the thing he brought back _was_ his sister. Having attached 'a soul' to an incomplete sculptural interpretation of the mare in the moon (one scheduled to be unveiled at a Grand Equestrian Pony Summit of some sort) by some hack artist named Chrysalis was bit of dumb luck on his part as well. Mostly because the abandoned warehouse where they chose to perform that stupid ritual those many years ago just so happened to be storing a fully posable hollowed out shell of a creature. A creature resembling a horse built with assorted precious metals, plastics, gears, and held together with magnets, wax, lead, and coat hangers... the mannequin was hideous beyond all reproach, and he had no idea what the green steering wheel looking thing on her leg was supposed to be. As his mind drifted to the past Shining Armor could almost swear, the first time he laid eyes on that odious monstrosity which had replaced his sister, the current vessel of his sister's soul, was crafted from the leftovers of an insect's exoskeleton.

Needless to say Chrysalis was quite peeved when her vanity project went missing from the slums of Canterlot. Still, considering amount of blood on the warehouse turned studio floor the theives wouldn't be hard to track down. Naturally they, Shining armor and Twilight, eventually found themselves on the first train to Ponyville. Even if Twilight wasn't exactly mobile. After being found barely conscious, and knocking on death's door, Shining was found in a train car with a shipment of mannequins slated for dismount at the carousel boutique, one of which was very ugly and not because it was black as pitch from pole to pole with haunting glass eyes that seemed to follow you around like a mare named Pinkie Pie. Nor was it the the teal wig or unholy appearance of said abomination, something just seemed unsettling about the odd mannequin. No-pony knew quite what it was, the mannequin was just unsettling. Their immediate concern was to the young gelding, learning how he wound up on the train in the first place would have to wait, but he was immediately bussed to the local hospital for emergency services.

EDIT: 04:30pm Sept 2
An hour later Rarity found herself equally surprised to find the avant-garde mannequin being unloaded (and unwrapped) into the Carousel Boutique. Even among the eclectic selection of similar dummies, dress forms, and marionettes she had purchased throughout Manehatten when she intended to set up shop, it was definitely an object of fascination. The former inn and new home of the fashionista and her eerie collection of anatomy dolls had been derelict for years. Owing mostly to the fact that the hotel turned tavern, then later a house of ill repute, shortly before it became a den of thieves. Obviously, The 'Carousing and Quilting Academy' was built back when Ponnyville was a simple boomtown on the outskirts of Canterlot, and the idea of a drinking establishment built on a gyroscope that actually rotated every time the train went by was quite the novelty. As was being the new madame of the shoddiest whorehouse in all of Equestria- why that derpy looking teamster unloading the mannequins kept asking her about her rates, and how much it would cost to spend a night with the one that looks like Princess 'Foal'estia after being told 'No means No' was an absolute wonder to behold.