If Smosh Were Ponies

by Regidar


I'm Your Biggest Fan

"Jesus, Ian, only Pinkie Pie can randomly burst into song and get away with it, haven't you learned anything?"

"But what about the time everypony was at the gala and-"

"Pinkie Pie was also there, making it acceptable."

Ian was still holding ice over his black eye, two days after the party.

"Well, still. They could have at least not locked us up in this dungeon."

"I don't even know why I'm here! I was trying to stop you!"

"You were trying to shoot yourself with a party cannon!"

"Well, I was stopping it for me, at least."

As you may have guessed, the song did not go over too well, and the comedy duo was rotting in prison. The Teleporting Fat Pony was last rumored too be seen fleeing on the train to Manehaten. Applebloom was going through a trauma course, and Twilight Sparkle was really pissed at Ian.

"Also, dude, you don't brag about having sex through song. While I'm sure The Lonely Island would be very proud of you-"

"Look, I get it. I messed up. But let's not just focuse on me! You are just as much to blame for this mess!"

"Dude, I didn't do anything wrong!"

"You exploded Lyra's ovaries."

"That was an accident, and she's not pressing charges, so we're cool. She just made us promise to visit her in the hospital, which we can't now since we're locked up in mother firetrucking jail!"

Ian thought long and hard about this.

"You ate all the ice cream that one time."

"HOW THE HELL ARE THOSE TWO INSTANCES EVEN RELATED?!"

"I dunno, you're the furry, you tell me!"

"AGAIN, TWO TOTALLY UNRELATED-"

"Hey, mare, quite fighting. Somepony paid your bail." The Jailor opened Ian and Anthony's holding cell.

"Really? I wonder who!"

"Hey guys!"

Ian and Anthony looked around to see where that voice was coming from.

"Down here!"

The two looked down to see a purple dragon staring up at them.

"Hey! I'm Spike- OOF!"

Ian and Anthony both bearhugged Spike.

"OHMYGOD THANK YOU FOR SAVING US FROM THAT PRISON! I THOUGHT WE WERE GOING TO DIE IN THERE!"

"OHSWEETJESUS THANK YOU SO MUCH SPIKE PLEASE TELL TWILIGHT THAT SHE'S THE BEST (and only) SEX I'VE EVER HAD!"

Spike sniffed the air. "Phew, something smells!"

"Oh yeah, we didn't shower for the last two days."

Spike gagged and slipped out of the two unwashed former inmates' grasps and fell to the ground. "Why the heck haven't you showered?"

"We're not sure how it works here, but in our prisons, you generally want to avoid dropping the soap, and we were not willing to take that chance."

Spike was about to ask why, but then came to the realization he probably didn't want to know.

"Anyway, I wanted to show you guys something! I'm a huge fan!"

Ian sighed and rolled his eyes. "Who isn't around here?"

Spike and the two ponies returned to Twilight's house. Ian had to sneak in through the window.

"Ok, Twilight's not home!" Spike slipped under Twilight's bed and opened a trapdoor. "Come on down!"

Ian and Anthony obliged, and entered the door.

"Uh..."

On the left side of the room, it was dedicated to Rarity. Posters, very accurate drawings, pieces of her hair and her belongings were strewn about. On the other side was posters of smosh, a computer with the smosh website set up, and the fanfic "milk"in another window that just happened to be open. The two shrines were split down the middle of the room perfectly.

"This is the creepiest f**king thing ever," Ian said, trying to escape, but Spike stopped him.

"NO! You can't leave! You owe me, I bailed you out!" Ian sighed, and walked back into the creepy shrine room.

"What do you want us to do?"

Spike smiled fiendishly. "Reenact 'Milk.'"

"Oh good one, I was-" Spike was starting up an enema machine that was filled with milk.

"Oh Jesus, he's not kidding."