A life as a pony.

by Lunaluver


War

I slid back farther under Lauren's bed, and hit the wall.

"Shit, shit, shit. I'm screwed. " I whispered to myself.

I sat under Lauren's bed praying for about five minutes. I noticed that all the screaming had stopped. Where could they be ? I slowly crawled out from under the bed and looked out the window. I saw Craig and Lauren looking around the yard. I didn't see JW.

"Maybe he's flying so- EEP !"

I looked down. The was ice and water all in the floor, and I was soaked. I looked out in the yard. Craig and Lauren were laughing and pointing. I turned around and saw J.W laughing.

"I hate you so much right now. "

He opened his eyes and flew away as fast as he could. I opened the window and screamed.


"This. Means. WAR !

I slammed the window shut and marched into Lauren's closet. It's actually a nice closet. Ever since came back to the 80's I've made a little home in it. Enough rambling. (Gawd I feel old .-.) I turned on the light and walked to the corner. In the far left was an old pink toy chest. It was a little (very) dusty. I kicked it, it opened, yet dust flew everywhere. I looked down inside, and Jesus, it was like Narnia. Inside was: hats, purses, dresses, shoes, scarves, gloves, toy guns, etc. I grabbed an army hat, purse, darts, and dart gun. Like I said, war.

I put on the army hat and purse. I put the darts and gun in the purse. I kicked the door and walked around. Lauren's room wasn't full of stuff that would help in battle. I was about to leave Lauren's room then I realized "how the hell am I going to shoot?" I got the gun out of the purse, and broke the piece off, where the trigger is. I put my mouth in the trigger, and a dart hit the wall.


"Oops.."

I backed away slowly and ran out the door. I ran to the stairs, and slipped once again.


"OW ! OW ! OW ! DAMN IT !"

Okay, it shouldn't have been wet from my bath. I looked up to the top of the stair case and saw a bottle of wax. I gritted my teeth and flew to the kitchen. There I saw Jw holding.. lemons ?

"Dude, really ?"

He jut smirked and squeezed the lemons. Juice shot everywhere, and I just jumped back. I grabbed the dart gun, and shot Jw's leg.

"OW ! What the hell man !?"

I just laughed like a demonic freak, and got in battle stance. Jw slowly got up, and yanked the dart out of his leg.

"Bring it, bitch."

I ran towards Jw and kicked him. He took his dart and stabbed me in the shoulder blade.

"DAMN IT !"

I grabbed the gun, then he kicked it out of my hoof. Jw hit me in the face, leaving a horse-shoe mark. I lifted up my hind leg, and let the biggest fart I ever had. Jw ran to the sink and puked. I just fell in the floor laughing. Then Jw threw vomit at me. I wiped the vomit off and slapped him.

"HEY NEEDY !" Jw said laughing.

I walked over to him and slapped the piss out of him. "DON'T FUCKING CALL ME NEEDY !" I said with a much more high-pitched voice.

We started to slap each other, and pull manes. Lauren and Craig just walked in the kitchen staring at us with confused looks. There they saw two fillies, slightly covered in blood, slapping each over.

Lauren decided to finally speak up, "Really, really ?"

Me and Jw just looked up and yelled in unison.

"SHE STARTED IT !"

"What am I going to do with you two ?" Lauren said shaking her head.

"Hey, Lauren. I think we may need some ace bandages, and some alcohol. Craig said while staring at our dart wounds.

Lauren sighed then said,"Should I even ask ?"

"No." Me and Jw said really fast.


After they took care of our wounds me and Jw just plopped on the couch and turned on the tv.


"Never speak of this again ?"

"Never."

"Speak of it tomorrow ?"

"Yup."