The mismatched party moved in absolute silence through the forest. Not one made even the slightest sound. The forest did it for them, with sights and noises foreign to their senses. Gregory's eyes wondered every which way, never staying in one spot for more than a few seconds. Sweat peppered his body, as he fought the urge to run and escape his captors. His mind was still processing everything that had happened within the last twenty-four hours. 'Okay, I'm a pony. I can confirm that fact.' He wiggled his tail, which really creeped him out immensely. 'My colleagues are ponies and so is the Chimera. And we've gone to a land with talking ponies…Is there anything I've missed. Oh, I don't know. ANYTHING NOT PONY RELATED!' He screamed the last bit inside his own skull.
"So," Bon-Bon said from on top of John's back. He had learned her name along the way. 'She just can't keep her mouth shut, can she?' He thought. Her voice still was a little strained. "Where'd you ponies come from?"
Gregory's eye twitched. 'She had to say it. That foul, pathetic word.' "We'd rather not talk about it." He answered, hoping she'd drop the issue.
"Oh, come on." Bon-Bon whined. "There isn't much else to do, until we get to Ponyville."
Gregory twitched again. 'Ponies!' He thought, seething at the very word. "What a stupid name for a town." He sneered.
"Gregory," John snapped at him. "Don't be rude."
"Gregory?" Bon-Bon said, sniggering. "That's your name? That's, like, so funny."
"That's a very common name from where I come from." He said, defending himself.
"And where's that?" Bon-Bon said. "Weirdsville?" She giggled.
"Oh, ha-ha," Gregory said. "Make fun of the guys who saved your skin, why don't you." Bon-Bon just rolled her eyes. "Besides, I don't want to talk to a pony. It just creeps me out."
"Why?" Bon-Bon asked, quirking an eyebrow. "You're a pony too. What do you have some type of disorder? 'Cause I heard of this guy who couldn't stand being around other people for more than a few minutes before totally losing it. They, like, had to restrain him and all. They even sent him to the nuthouse, can you believe it?"
Gregory's mind raged inside. 'Why did this pony have to be a blabber mouth? WHY? Why couldn't she just be a normal, stupid pony? Is this world really just that cruel?' He thought. "I don't have a disorder." He growled.
"Oh, but you totally act like you do." Bon-Bon said.
Gregory started shaking in rage. 'Calm yourself down. Don't let the po…I mean, mammal get to you.' He thought, trying to slow his breathing. 'You're better than this.'
"Let me guess," Bon-Bon said. "You're a virgin." He was silent, not wanting to answer. "I knew it. You so scream virgin."
"NO I DON"T!" Gregory yelled, having enough of her talking. "I don't scream virgin. It doesn't matter. I shouldn't even be here talking to a pony. Ponies don't talk. They shouldn't talk. It's not natural."
"You're not natural." Bon-Bon retorted.
"See," Gregory said to John, hoping he'd stop her. "See what she did. She did it again."
"Stop this childish behavior." John said.
"I'm not childish." Gregory said.
"You so are." Bon-Bon said, smirking at him.
"Am not." Gregory said, stomping a hoof to the ground.
"Are too." Bon-Bon said, in a sing song like voice.
"Am not." Gregory raised his voice.
"Are too." Bon-Bon said, unfazed.
"Oh, just shut up." Gregory said, stomping a hoof to the ground. "I've had it with and your infernal non-stop chit chat. I'd rather talk to a Chimera and I know that they'd just tear out my throat. You know why? Because they are a vile, sick, inhuman bunch of…"
Before he could finish his speech, he was talked to the ground by a Pegasus Chimera. He looked up to see it was the same one as before. "Be quiet." It yelled at him. He could tell it was feminine. 'But Chimera don't have any sort of gender.' He thought, frantically. When she kept on staring at him, he gulped and nodded his head. He could feel himself blush. It sickened him a little. 'She's Chimera. Get a hold of yourself. Just because she feels so nice and warm…UGH!'
She got off of him and flew off a few yards away. When she did so, he then tried to make sure his assumption was right. So, he stared over at her rear. 'For scientific curiosity of course.' He told himself. He could see her body had womanly curves, especially her legs, where they went up smoothly. He then looked over her rather endearing bottom.
"Pervert." Bon-Bon said, watching his staring. She was frowning at him.
Gregory's cheeks went red, as he realized he had been staring for longer than meant too. He quickly looked away, wiping away a little drool on his chin. "I am not." He said. "I was just checking her gender, that's all."
"Ewww." Bon-Bon said.
"You wouldn't understand." Gregory said. 'I don't even understand.'
"I understand that you're a pervert." Bon-Bon said, turning her head away with her snout slightly raised in the air.
Gregory just groaned and shook his head. 'I hate this world.' He thought.
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The Advanced Hybrid scanned the environment with his keen eyes, while he dragged his Bullseye along, gripped firmly in his teeth. He searched every nook and cranny of the forest, looking for any signs of danger. He made due with only two eyes, but he missed his other four. 'This forest,' He thought, perplexed. 'It reminds me of home. Yet, none of the sounds are familiar. Neither are the smells. What happened here? Did the humans turn the rest of the creatures too?'
Just then, he heard a flutter of wing beats coming towards him. His ears swiveled about and he turned to the source, snarling. A winged Chimera met his gaze, landing on the ground beside him. "Commander." The Chimera said.
He spit the gun out of his mouth so he could talk. "Yes." The Advanced Hybrid said, calming himself down. "Anything to report?"
"No commander." The winged Chimera responded. "The surrounding area is secure."
"Good." The Advanced Hybrid said, nodding in appreciation. "Now, scout the area ahead. I want to know how long until we find this 'town'."
The winged Chimera bobbed his head. "Yes commander." He spread his wings, but continued walking beside him for a moment. "Commander."
"What is it?" The Advanced Hybrid asked, wondering why he hadn't taken off yet.
"Why haven't we killed the human's yet?" The winged Chimera said, his stomach growled. The Chimera unicorn stiffened up when he heard the question. He rubbed it slightly with a hoof. "I'm starving."
The Advanced Hybrid's eyes flew out wide, before turning into a full glare. "Did you just question an order?" He said, growling. He stared down the other Chimera with his deadly gaze.
The winged Chimera shrunk back, low to the ground, shaking in fear. He quickly shook his head. "No." He said, in a trembling voice.
"Good." The Advanced Hybrid said, snorting.
"Well, sir, there is one more thing I'd like to say." The winged Chimer said.
"And that is?" The Advanced Hybrid said, clearly annoyed by his very presence."
"Why do you drag the Bullseye along with you?" He asked, to which the Advanced Hybrid growled deeply and took a few steps towards him. His winged companion took off as fast as his wings could take him. He stared off at him for a while, watching him leave. 'A Chimera does not question orders.' He thought. 'What has gotten into that soldier...Wait! Did I just call us Chimera? Only humans do that.' He put a hoof to his head. "I need a break." He said, before hitting himself. "We don't get breaks. We kill all the time you idiot. Don't go thinking this new form changes anything." He growled, upset with himself.
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What neither of them noticed, were two sets of eyes watching them as they went by. Glee sparkled within their eyes as they spied the group. They quickly moved on, hoping they hadn't been spotted.
"Ha," One of the brown unicorns said, once they had put some distance between them and the new comers. He smiled in utter triumph. His bright orange mane swung about. His rainbow glitter cutie mark sparkled in the shadows. "We did it. We finally did it."
"Yeah, we did." His brown companion said. His mane was a dark pink and he had a sandwich cutie mark. His eyes then scrunched up. "Uhh, did what?"
The first one stared at him for a moment. 'Why do I always get paired up with this guy?' "Did what?" He mimed him. "We found exactly what we're looking for, you idiot."
"Oh," The second one said. "I thought we were checking out the plants. They seem nice and green, perfect for a sandwich."
The first unicorn stopped in his tracks and smacked the second one upside his head. "Portobello, will you shut up and grow a brain?" He asked.
"Uh, but won't that take a long time, Spray-On?" Portobello said, rubbing his bruised head.
Spray-On groaned in frustration. "Just keep an eye on the group, will you?" He asked. Portobello saluted. Spray-On rolled his eyes. 'Why do I get the nagging feeling he's going to muck this up?' He mentally asked himself. He then teleported himself away from his idiot friend.
The next instant he appeared in a large bright yellow room. A few pegasi were flying about, doing loop de loops, and mostly crashing into the walls or ceiling. Some Earth ponies were frantically holding up huge stacks paper, trying to not to drop it. A dull yellow, brown maned unicorn was dicing apples in the center of the room, throwing away everything but the apple cores. 'Must be a slow day.'
One gray maned, purple bodied unicorn walked backwards towards him, until he got right beside him. He had a ripped up piece of paper for a cutie mark. "Goodbye." He said, bowing his head.
"Goodbye." Spray-On replied.
"Chief does not want to see you." The unicorn said, smiling at him.
"No thank you." Spray-On said, walking through the daily mayhem. The unicorn took him to the back of the room, all while walking backwards, until they came to a door. It read 'No Chief Here' and 'Daily Chaos Industries' underneath. He knocked on the door.
"Come in." A gruff voice called. Spray-On walked inside. There, behind a large wooden desk, sat a gruff light brown, black mane Earth Pony. He had a small, square moustache. "What is it? Can't you see I'm busy?"
Spray-On looked at his boss for a moment, noting his intense stare. He looked over to see a picture of three ponies, which he recognized as the owners of Equestria Daily, Phoe, Cereal, and Seth. "Uh, is this a good time?" He asked.
"Arrogant blowhards." His boss, Chief, said, scowling. "Those blokes won't put my masterpiece in their fancy smancy paper of theirs. AGAIN! And it was such a brilliant piece of art." He stood up and grabbed a lone piece of paper. He walked over to him and shoved the paper into his face. "Read it."
Spray-On took the paper and did as he was told.
/This is a story.
Something happens in the beginning, affects the characters and they go on a grand adventure to stop some danger, eventually defeating the evil, and living happily ever after.
The End. /
He looked up to his boss. He gulped when he saw Chief's fierce look of determination. 'Just lie.' "I think it's brilliant, sir." He fibbed.
"See!" Chief said. "I knew it. Those people can't see something so marvelous and take it in consideration. They are just jealous of how I handle the plot."
"Uh, you're right on that regard, sir." Spray-On said, looking away.
"It also would help if Nonsense would stop being so into that Phoe filly. He creeps her out." Chief said, eyeing the purple unicorn. He was ogling the beautiful Pegasus in the picture, with his tongue hanging out. Chief shook his head in pity. Phoe had placed several restraining orders against him. "Boy, he needs a girlfriend or something...Of course, not with that Phoe filly." He growled, glaring at the picture again.
"Um, sir." Spray-On said, raising a hoof. "I have some news to report."
Suddenly, a black maned, red unicorn stallion popped his head out of an empty vase on the desk. "Does it concern my handsomeness?" He asked.
"No." Spray-On said, shaking his head.
"Then, I'm not interested." The stallion said. Right before leaving, he ripped off the piece of the poster, with Phoe on it, and disappearing inside with a burst of magic.
"Hey!" Nonsense said, diving into the vase. All he accomplished was getting his head stuck.
Chief just ignored them, as usual. "Now, what's this news you speak of?" He asked.
"Well, remember the..." Spray-On said, before Chief silenced him with a hoof to his mouth.
"Don't bring up that here." Chief said. "We might be being watched." He then moved his gaze, as though breaking the audience, and gave an 'I'm watching you' kind of look.
"Okay," Spray-On said, once Chief removed his hoof. "Well, I found the perfect people for it."
"YES!" Chief exclaimed. He then walked up to the picture of Seth. Behind him, Nonsense was still struggling with the vase on his head. "Take that, Sethy. Not so high and mighty now. I don't have a Kazoo cutie mark for nothing." He walked over and patted Spray-On's shoulder. "You did good, kid. Real good. You'd make him proud."
"Really?" Spray-On said, grinning from ear to ear. "That's so awesome, but what happens if they get to Ponyville?"
"Ponyville?" Chief said, before smiling. "I've got one of my top agents there, scoping the lay about, you know, since the incident."
"I miss him already." Spray-On said, looking a bit down.
"We all do." Chief said. He quickly brought his hoof back over his shoulder, hitting the vase on Nonsense's head. Cracks splintered all the way up, before it broke into pieces. Nonsense smiled, before falling backwards, unconscious. "But we must carry on in his name."
"A noble cause, sir." Spray-On said, nodding his head.
"Now…" Chief said, before stopping. "Is that all?"
"Uh, yes." Spray-On said.
"Good." Chief said, before walking back to his desk. "I have a 'How to act like a penguin' class coming up and I don't want to be late for it. You are dismissed."
Spray-On then walked out of the office. "Well, that went well." He said.
"Did it?" A green unicorn said, walking by his. His had a short, dark green mane. His cutie mark was a question mark. "Are you sure of that?"
"Yes." Spray-On said. "And I don't have time for this, Quizler."
"What time is there to lose if one has nothing to do?" Quizler said.
"I have a lot of important things to do." Spray-On said.
Quizler brought up the green cane he always carried with him and twirled it around. He then pointed it at him. "Like what?" He asked.
"Like spying for one." Spray-On said.
"On who?" Quizler inquired.
"None of your business." Spray-On said, getting irritated by his antics. "Why do you always have to ask questions and give out riddles?"
"It is my nature, dear boy." Quizler said. "Would the world spin if not for the light of the sun?"
"Well…" Spray-On said, before bringing a hoof to his chin. "Would it?"
"Answer that yourself." Quizler said.
"Oh, come on." Spray-On said. "If I tell you where the new comers are going, will you tell me the answer?"
"I might." Quizler said.
"They're heading towards Ponyville." Spray-On said. "They should arrive by the end of today."
Quizler's eyes widened. "Ponyville, you say?" He said, pointing his cane at Spray-On's chest. "You mean 'the Ponyville'?"
"Yeah," Spray-On said, as though it was no big deal. 'Which it isn't.' He thought. "That's what I said." Quizler grinned. "Now, what's the answer?"
Quizler twirled his cane in the air, looking at though he was entranced by it. "What?" He said.
"What's the answer to the question?" Spray-On asked.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Quizler said, putting his cane to his side. "Good day." He walked off.
"WAIT!" Spray-On said, but Quizler ignored him. "Damn it." He said, under his breath so no one could hear. "What's so special about Ponyville, anyways?"
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The winged Chimera soared through the skies, looking over the forest below. He searched high and low in the proceeding area, but hadn't found any town. 'What is a town, anyways?' He asked himself. He didn't know why he did it, he just did. He never asked questions before, but now, he was just full of them, not to mention a new sensation. A wonderful sensation he couldn't describe. Whenever he took to the air, he felt so alive, like nothing in the world could match him. He felt...he felt...He actually felt something for the first time in his life. No matter what his commander would say about it, he wouldn't stop asking questions, or stop this feeling. He loved it too much.
As he was musing again, he didn't see a grey Pegasus straight ahead, until he crashed into her. They both tumbled to the ground, and landed, with him on the bottom. He groaned as his eyes swirled in their sockets. The flier on top of him looked down, concerned. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you." She said, getting off of him.
Once his head stopped spinning, he leapt to his hooves. He snarled at her. All she did was smile and giggle a bit. The Chimera was taken aback by this. Usually, humans found him threatening. 'Aren't I still terrifying?' "Why are you doing that?" He asked.
"Cause you growled at me." She said, holding a hoof to her mouth. "It was so cute."
"Cute." The winged Chimera said. He didn't know what that word meant, but he knew he didn't like what it probably meant. His hooves dug into the ground. "I am not cute."
The Pegasus just kept giggling at him for a moment, before stopping. "Sorry, for laughing." She said. "I just couldn't resist."
The Chimera snorted. "Weakling." He said. He then noticed her eyes. They were a golden yellow, similar to his, but they were contorted in a weird fashion. 'Design flaw.'
"Hey, I wasn't the one who slammed into me." She said, before tapping her chin. "Or did I slam into you, slamming into me, umm; I'll just go with my first statement."
The Chimera just looked at her for a moment, perplexed. Suddenly, something dawned in his brain. His first idea. "Is there a 'town' nearby?" He asked.
"Oh, yes." She nodded her head. She extended her wings. "I've just finished my rounds so I could show you." He did so too. "Hey, I didn't catch your name."
"Name?" The Chimera asked. "What's a name?"
The Pegasus just stared at him, or at least, he thought she did. 'It's so hard to tell with her eyes.' "Everypony has a name." She said, before extending her hoof. "My name's Ditzy Doo, but you can call me Derpy if you want. I don't mind." The Chimera just stared at it, unsure of what to do. Ditzy giggled. "You're supposed to shake it."
The Chimera took her hoof in his. He noted how hers felt soft to the touch, rather pleasing. He gently shook it, before releasing. "Is that it?" He asked.
"Yup." Ditzy answered. "Now, what's your name?"
"I don't have one." The Chimera said. "I don't need this, 'name'."
Ditzy gasped. "Don't have a name?" She said. She stomped her hoof and gave him a determined stare. "Then I'll give you one." She then studied him over for a moment, taking in his appearance. Her eyes then lit up. "I have it. Golden-Eye."
"Golden-Eye!" The Chimera said. He looked down at the ground, again unsure of what to do. 'Should I accept it?' He thought to himself.
Ditzy's ears drooped. "You don't like it." She said, sounding a bit disappointed.
The Chimera looked at her. He didn't know why, but he just hated seeing her look sad. "No!" He exclaimed. "I like it." He then puffed out his chest. "I am Golden-Eye."
Ditzy smiled proudly at him. "Great." She said, getting ready to take off. "I can't wait to show you Ponyville. I have some fresh muffins ready for a snack back at my place. You don't mind stopping a couple of times, do you?" Golden Eye shook his head. Ditzy grin went wider. "Great. I'm sure they'll like you." 'Who?' He thought, but didn't bring it up.
They both took off. Golden-Eye thought over his new name, wondering what he'd do with it when he got back to his old body. On top of that, 'What's a muffin?'
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Portobello continued watching the group of ponies, as they walked on through the Everfree Forest. He may not have any skills other than sandwich making, but he certainly knew how to stay hidden. 'Why did Spray-On think they were important?' He asked himself. He admitted these ponies were intimidating. That was a severe understatement. They terrified him and he didn't know why. They just seemed so unnatural and out of place here. He wouldn't say any of this to Spray-On. He'd just hit him over the head again and call him and idiot. That hurt his feelings and his head. Just cause I don't have a good brain, doesn't' mean he can hit me so much.' He pouted, rubbing his head slightly. He tried to remember why they were here in the first place, but his memory failed him again. 'Just keep watching them, Porto.' He reassured himself. 'That will get you somewhere.' So, he did just that, making sure not to be seen by the new comers. He took a step closer to the group, trying to get a better look. He then accidently stepped on a large twig. With a loud 'snap', he ducked back down.
"Did you hear that?" One of the new ponies said.
"Yes." A louder voice said. "Keep your eyes out for anything."
"Me will." A very deep voice answered. "I crush and eat slinky creatures."
Portobello gulped, shaking in fear. 'They aren't serious, are they?' He asked himself. He didn't want to find out the answer, so he slinked back into the shadows, hoping that he could stay hidden long enough for Spray-On to return. 'Please hurry back.'
"So, what's up Port?" A voice said, behind him.
Portobello opened his mouth to scream, but a hoof silenced him. He was turned around to where he faced Spray-On. "Oh, it's you." He said, sighing with relief.
"Yeah, of course it's me." Spray-On said. "I said I'd be back."
"I know, I know." Portobello said. "It's just they keep talking about eating ponies." He shivered in fear. "I just don't want to be eaten."
"Oh, that's just big talk." Spray-On said, patting his friends shoulder. "They won't eat you."
"Me hungry!" A voice grumbled out.
"Where's a human when you need them?" Another said.
"I still don't know why we can't have one of those, what were they called, ponies?" A third said. The pair stiffened when they heard that. "At least we could take their legs. They're not using them."
"Orders are orders." One last voice said. "We will not eat them as long as the commander says we can't."
"I'm just saying is all." The third one said.
"Okay, whatever you do," Spray-On said, looking at his comrade. "Don't say a word."
"So, don't say 'a word'." Portobello said. Spray-On nodded. "Why? Do they have something against, 'a word'?" He asked.
Spray-On facehooved. 'This is going to be a long reconnaissance mission.' He thought.
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