//------------------------------// // Magic touch // Story: Pony dimensional travels // by NORBELUS //------------------------------// The two ponies and the two robotic egos, find them selves in awe as they saw a blue flaming streak in the air it was without a doubt rainbow dash, but there was something off whit the way she flied. Suddenly as the suns lowered completely and the moon shimmered whit a mysterious glow the blue figure suddenly shot a burst of multi colored lasers of four different types "RUN!" yelled the yellow robotic equine as she carried whit her arms the three friends. as she ran the blue flying monster shot more and more until the green colored laser finally hits our yellow robot! "AACK!!!" the yellow robot exclaims as she digs whit one arm unto a hidden dune. the blue figure quickly crash lands upon the dune, "HAHA well that was just AWSOME!" Both P1nKie Pi3 and pinkie pie demand an apology, the P1nKie Pi3 unit claims that the green laser is a corroding element and has damaged the F1utt3r Shy unit most harshly. The new blue flying companion decides to join them for a robotic cure but quickly the yellow unit heals it self whit a quick shock! "Well i guess i have a magic touch after all!", The metallic yellow unit exclaims, they find themselves in yet another cave this time more better adorned whit funny pink trinkets and balloons and rotted half eaten pizza. It was surely the pink robot's room which was connected to the yellow healing unit's room. "sorry i didn't clean up lately i wanted to throw you a surprise party but as you can see my body is somewhere in the rubbish...OH MY FRIENDS ARE STILL HERE!!!" the pink unit bounces about, towards some funny and some how familiar objects. As the pink unit turns its head it presents three close friends, or at least to this little pink robot. "i present to you, AHEM, Sir Lintsalot, Madame Leflour and the most handsome Rocky!!!" Shocked pinkie pie starts to shake her head in amazement of the resemblance of her self and ignores the scientific inaccuracies . They all have a cup of tea whit a charming slice of pizza, whit the soothing sounds of the wind and desert sands, softly hitting the exterior of the hut.