If Smosh Were Ponies

by Regidar


Title Unrelated

Ian and Anthony delivered the tissue to Spike, who immediately sniffed it, licked it, and did some other nasty crap to it.

"My god, that little dragon kid is creepy." Anthony and Ian fled from the horror that was Spike.

"So what should we do now? I feel we've exhausted every possible situation short of zombie apocalypse or some other stupid thing like that."

"Well, we haven't visited Fluttershy, Applejack, or Rainbow Dash yet, I think we could do something with them. I think."

Suddenly, a zombie came out of nowhere and bit Anthony's left hoof.

"AHGH! JESUS! I'M GONNA DIE!"

Ian grabbed Anthony and levitated him away from the zombie pony. "Don't worry, we'll camp out at Fluttershy's until this whole thing blows over."

"That seems like a place of no hijinks of any type that could go on that would result in us dying!"

So Ian and Anthony ran to Fluttershy's house and barricaded themselves inside.

"Hey guys! What, um, are you doing in my house?" Fluttershy walked out from behind the couch once she was sure it wasn't a rapist.

"ZOMBIES! NO TIME TO EXPLAIN!" Anthony inexplicably pulled a large number of wooden planks from behind a lamp and nailed the door shut. Ian did the same to the food cabinet.

"Ian, why is it that everytime zombies show up, you barricade us from the food?"

"I am a firm believer in the snack zombies."

"That doesn't make any sense!"

"DON'T MAKE FUN OF MY RELIGION!"

Fluttershy poked her head into the kitchen where the two friends were arguing.

"Um, not to be a bother or anything, but don't you think we should save our friends?

Ian and Anthony both laughed.

"Oh, silly filly. Less friends means less competition for food once every pony's a zombie!"

"Oh, I never thought of it that way," Fluttershy said.

"Well, that's why we're here."

Ian and Anthony stared at the wall for the next three hours while Fluttershy went to the basement to do some stuff. Loud and suspicious noises came from the basement, but Ian and Anthony had long since learned not to question things like that.

"So how long do you think we can go without food?"

Ian was eating the couch. "What?"

"Hey, share that with me!" Anthony grabbed the couch away from Ian.

"No way dude, it's mine!" Anthony punched Ian in the face. Ian fell back, and went for Anthony's wing. Anthony felt a snap as his wing was twisted.

"OH HEELL NAW!"

Anthony picked up Ian and threw him into the wall, where he fell unconscious.

"Dick."

Fluttershy walked up from the basement. "I finished my communications with lord Shmooz, he should be able to- um..." The yellow pegasus surveyed the room. Ian lay unconscious next to her, while the living room was torn apart. Anthony sat on her couch, which had huge bite marks out of it, chowing down.

"Your couch is great! What flavor is it?"

Fluttershy just stared in awe at the scene before her. Finally, she said something.

"Are you going to use Ian for anything?"

Anthony shrugged and washed down the couch bite he had in his mouth with some kerosene. "Probably not. Why?"

"I need a sacrifi- I mean, volunteer for my demonic ri- I mean, cult- I mean, project. Yeah, project."

Anthony moved on to a chair. "Sure, take him!"

Fluttershy grinned evilly. "Excellent."