//------------------------------// // A Cat's eye // Story: Supernatural Pony Tales. // by Alchemystudent //------------------------------// Dean slept peacfully on the seat of the carriage, letting the warm sun caress his brown coat. As he breathed in softly, lttle dreams of lovely mares played in his head. These dreams were quickly squashed when he felt some weight on his chest. When he opened his eyes, he found himself looking into a pair of slitted yellow eyes, “Wha-” “Meow!” mewled the little black cat. Dean frowned for a moment as he looked at the little kitty, “Sam, there is a cat on my chest.” “So there is,” Sam said, sitting on a log and reading his paper. “Why is there a kitty on my chest?” Dean asked with a scowl. Sam looked at the black cat, got up, and walked to it. Putting his hoof to it’s head, he gent;y rubbed it, making it purr, “Well, judging from the age and size, I’d say it’s a cat and not a kitten.” Giving out a chuckle as he heard his older brother growl in response to his joke, “I don’t know why it’s on top of you. Cute though.” “Sam, we can’t keep it, now get it off me,” Dean said, as the little cat turned around and brushed it’s tail along his snoot. Then, with another mew, it jumped off and ran down a seperate path. “Wasn’t that kind of weird?” asked Carmine. Then a cry for help pireced the afternoon day. Supernatural Ponytales. After a few minutes of riding around, the two brothers soon came across a lake. After disembarking, Dean noticed the cat sitting by the water’s edge. Curious, he got off the cart and made his way there. When he got near, the cat immeaditally ran off into the reeds, “Wha-” “Hey! Help us!” shouted a blonde haired stallion from top of a raft in the middle of the lake. “Please!” shouted a pretty black haired mare with him. Sam looked at the couple weirdly, “Can’t you two swim?” “Pretty well, but there is a thing under us! It ate two of our friends and is coming after us!” shouted the mare. Sam tapped on Dean’s shoulder and pointed to the black sludge that moved slowly under the raft, “Look.” “Wha-” Dean creaked an eyebrow as he watched the black tar swirl around on the water, slightly eclipsing the small raft. For a moment Dean thought he could hear a gurgling sound that resembled a stomach. Shaking his head, he walked to the trunk of the carriage and pulled out a crossbow. “What the hell are we dealing with?” Sam shook his head, “Don’t know. I don’t even think it’s in mom’s journal. Maybe its some sort of left over magic or some sort of old remants from the old world?” “Don’t know, don’t care,” Dean said, setting his bolt on fire, “When in doubt, burn it out!” and with a twang, the bolt left its gun and flew through air, landind in the middle of the ooze. In response, the thing sucked in the bolt and went back to waiting. As Dean cursed under his breath, Sam put a hoof to his chin and shook his head, “Maybe it’s similar to a blob.” “I’m not that fat,” the creature whispered along the winds. “Sorry,” Sam said, trying to not pay attention to the thing’s sudden sentience. Then he began to pace back and forth, his mind trying to figure out how defeat the monster. Looking back to his brother and then to Carmine, he began to think. Letting out a gasp, he went to the cart and pulled out a large burger. Grabbing a black weed, he placed it onto the burger and threw it at the sludge. Sensing new prey, the sludge floated to the burger and ate it whole. Only to let out moans and groans of pain. While it was screaming out, the couple got into the water and quickly swam to shore, “T-thank you. But what did you feed it?” “Some mandrake root. It gave it a bad stomach ache,” Sam said, as he watched Dean come back with a pole in his mouth, “Dean wha-” “NEXT TIME!” Dean said throguh the pole, before sticking into the ground, “Read the sign!” The two teens looked on in shock when they saw the arger “Don’t swim, monster on guard.” sign in front of them. With a series of quick steps, the two broghters were on their way on the long road once again. Sam leaned back and looked to his brother and said, ‘Well, that was simple. No blood, no deaths, and we took down the monster in a few minutes.” “Yeah,” Dean said, sighing, “Though those teens could stand to be-” “MEOW!” The black cat from before leap off of the back of the carriage and onto Dean’s back. This made Carmine stop for a moment and look behind her. There was a soft giggle as she saw the sight of the cat resting on Dean’s head before it leapt off and ran to the side. Narrowing his eyes, Dean yelled out, “Carmine! After her!” “Dean? Why?” asked Sam, looking up at his older brother, noting the rage in his eyes. “That little pussycat is annoying me and I want to bring her to Fluttershy!” Dean shouted as he pointed Carmine in the direction of the cat. With a crack of thunder, Carmine ran down the road after the cat, quickly losing track of the feline. While the cart was racing off into the distance, Sam couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his older brother’s rage, but was quickly distracted by the sounds of screaming. Looking up, Sam could see two ponies running away from an out of control machine with large teeth, “Um, Dean?” “What is it, Sam? I am busy trying to get some tail!” Growled Dean as he turned around to see the machine chasing down the ponies. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. For the love Celestia, don’t tell me that it’s a-” “LIving killer Threser that has gained sentience and wants to devour all of Equestria!” the couple shouted together. Dean rolled his eyes at this, eached back and pulled out a large round cannon, and hoisted it up over his shoulder. Stuffing the cannon with a parchement, he let out a low growl while shouting, “We did the living machine thing in the last chapter!” Sam’s eyes went wide as he saw Dean chant a powerful fire spell, causing the cannon to turn red from the heat. Letting out a gasp, he ducked as Dean fired the cannon at the large machine, making it explode into several tiny pieces. Smirking, the older brother gave a thumbs up to the couple before they rode off into the sunset. Eyes ever peeled for the wayward cat, Dean looked back and forth. Sighing, he leaned back and moaned, “Well, guess we lost that thing.” “Well, it wasn’t that annoying Dean,” Sam said, leaning back with his brother as the three rested in the woods, “And we helped out at least two ponies today.” “Yeah, I guess,” Dean said, yawning, “And at least the cat isn’t-” The cat interrupedt with a loud meow as it jumped onto Dean’s stomach. Turning to look at him, she licked his nose and then leapt off of the carriage. Wagging it’s tail mockenly, it began to run off into the distance. Growling, Dean shouted, “dead yet! Charge it Carmine! This demon cat is dead.” “You got it Deanie!” said the impala as she turned around and charged after the cat at high speed. Amazingly, the cat had been able to outpace the quick mare and run just ahead. Undeterred, the mare raced off, keeping her pace and racing down the road. Along the way, Dean could see a rabid dog attacking a mare and her filly. Not missing a beat, he pulled out his crossbow and shot the rabid bernard before it could kill either pony. Nodding in response to the mare’s thanks, the three raced off. Once the carriage came to a stop, Dean leapt off the vechicle and looked around, “Ok, where is she? Where is the little cat.” “Dean,” Sam said, tapping his older brother’s shoulder, “Look.” When Dean looked up in the direction of Sam’s hoof, he saw the cat climb up the window of a small house. After taking a few steps, Dean’s eyes went wide in horror as he gasped, “Sam, we need to get into the house, now!” Without asking why, Sam ran with his big brother, kicking down the door of the house. Together, the duo ran up the stairs and into a small filly’s room. Looking down at the cat, Dean whispered, “Thanks.” and then threw a silver dagger at a small imp creature that was sucking the breath out of the little filly. “So, do you think that was the reason why the cat was leading us around?” asked Sam, “just to save that filly?” Dean shrugged, “I have no idea. I mean, it was leading us to some random monsters that we had to take care of and-” “Dean, look,” said Carmine, pointing to the black cat as she began to walk through some bushes. Curious, Dean walked and followed the cat through the bushes. After a few minutes, he came across a small barren field with a bunch of headstones. Looking around, he saw the black cat fade from existance as it walked into a lone stone, “Oh, what are you doing here?” asked a soft timid voice. Turning around, Dean saw Fluttershy standing there with flowers, “Fluttershy? What are you doing here?” “Oh, this is my private pet cementary,” Fluttershy sighed and looked down, “I needed a place to put my little animal friends to sleep. This is for the animals that I couldn’t save. Why are you here?” “Well, I was following this cat...”Dean trailed off as he looked down and saw the tombstone. “Blake?” whispered Fluttershy as she walked up to the grave that Dean wass next to. Smiling warmly, she placed a hoof onto the tombstone and frowned, “Why were you following her? She died a month ago. Her owner even helped me to pick out a stone for her.” Dean knelt with Fluttershy, “Well, you are never going to believe it, but her ghost helped us to find her owner and stop this imp from killing her.” Fluttershy gave a small chuckle, “Blake was always a helpful little cat. She must have wanted to do one last thing before she passed on.” “Yeah,” Dean smiled warmly, lightly petting the headstone, hearing the contented purr coming from the stone.