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// But their campsite was already taken. 
// Story: My Little Pony: Blue Version 
// by FaelaArts 
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Blue felt himself slowly grow comfortable around the pink menace as they walked. Wheather it was due to her chatter slowly forming part of the background, or the fact Lyra was being asked about her time in his world, he didn’t care. Red seemed in a similar state, but he always seemed to be in that state so it was hard to tell the difference. Green was walking behind them, still coming to terms with the fact that they weren’t even reacting to Pinkie Pie anymore.

“So you traveled this world for four years right? Any silly billy moments? Of course, promise not to tell your past selves. Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” Pinkie Pie stuck her hoof directly into her eyes before removing it, seeming to have no damage done whatsoever. Lyra chucked and looked toward the sky as she thought.

“Well there was one time where Red was healing the other Pokémon and Blue was walking by. I think he was heading back to the gym, but hadn’t released his Pokémon yet.” Lyra smiled, and chuckled as she began to remember the events. Blue was quick to intervene, grabbing Lyra by the shoulder and opening his mouth to try and stop her from speaking. Lyra smiled, and he knew there would be no escape from humiliation. Blue sighed and put his hands in his pockets, slouching slightly.

“So Blue was walking by, and he had a brown paper bag in his hand. I didn’t know at the time, but it had a bunch of Tm’s and Hm’s, CD’s that allows Pokémon to learn moves, and some chocolate in it. I greeted him as he passed, and he waved a greeting as well. But as he paused to greet me, a small kid with an Clefairy was complaining about how it knew no attacking moves and could only growl at him.

“Then Blue goes up to the kid and fishes out a hm and hands it to the kid. The kid uses it and the Pokémon learns strength, basically charging at a Pokémon. He also gives the kid a chocolate bar, and smiles gently and asks if he would like to have a Pokémon battle. Blue withdrew a Pokémon around the same level, and spent the next 30 minutes teaching the kid how to battle. Red had come out by then and was watching Blue teach the kid with me. It was one of the few times Red was smiling, just thought I’d point that out.

“Eventually the kid went to leave, thanking Blue for all the help. Blue watched the kid go, and he was smiling. But it wasn’t the sly smirk he normally wears, it was just a smile, like he was just happy. It was honestly one of those rare moments Blue wasn’t being a jerk in public.

“And then he noticed us and tried to cover it up, saying why were we staring at him with such weird faces. Red turned and began to leave, I followed of course. Blue was shouting at Red’s back, calling him various things, even challenging him to a battle. Eventually we were out of earshot, but Blue was so funny and cute that I had a smile on my face for almost a week just thinking about it.” Lyra smiled fondly at the memory, and giggled as she glanced to Red, who had pulled down his cap to hide his face. Blue was quick to interrupt.

“What do you mean cute? I’m not cute! I’m Blue! I’m manly!” Blue looked to all three as they glanced to him, before turning away. Almost frantic he forced Lyra to look at him, forcing the others to stop walking.

“I’m not cute! Tell them I'm menacing Lyra. I’m manly!” Blue watched in dismay as Lyra chucked and turned away, beginning to walk again.

“Green! I’m not cute, tell me you don’t think that!” Blue grabbed onto Green’s shoulder, who also turned away and began walking again.

“Red?” Blue watched Red look at him, and then lower his hat and follow the others. Blue stood there for a moment, mouth open and utter confusion on his face.

“I’M NOT CUTE!”

Far away, in a clearing at the edges of the Everfree, sat a lone figure sorting out his Pokémon. Raising his head, his orange hair bristled in the breeze. He frowned, had he heard something? Turning, he heard his name being called, and turned toward those arriving.




Arriving at the clearing, they could see two groups currently residing. One was a group of tied up pony guards, who the other group was taking Pokéball-shots at catching. The other group were rocket grunts, and they were quietly talking amongst themselves.

“I still don’t think it’s fair Giovanni get’s to stay in our world, comfy in his second hideout they didn’t find, while we slave our butts off to secure a base of operations.” The first rocket grunt, a guy with grey hair and a cape, groaned to the others. They all nodded in agreement, but made no move to back him up. The grunt growled, and stormed off into the bushes, where he was quietly, and quickly, captured.

“Alright grunt, tell us what you know or we’ll play a ten hour loop of the Pokémon rap.” Blue pulled out an old pair of headphones and a recorder, and held them out for the tied up grunt to see. His eyes widened, and he turned away.

“You’ll never get me to talk!” The guard glared at Blue, and failed to notice the other three behind him. Blue pulled out a second recorder and smiled, leaning in and chuckling.

“Not even if I play the Team Rocket song, Jessie and James version?” Blue smiled menacingly as the pure fear in the guards eyes became evident. He leaned away as Blue put the headphones on his ears, and began to cry.

“Please don’t, kill me instead! No one deserves this level of torture.” The grunt cried out before his mouth was covered with fabric. As the button was pressed, he began try sob openly, and plead silently for death. It was a total of 12 seconds before he bowed his head, and Blue shut off the music. Blue took off the muzzle, and waited.

“We’re planning a mass invasion of the town near here, enslaving every Pokémon currently residing in it. We’re the first force, but there’s four other camps around the town, hidden from view.” The rocket grunt sighed in relief as the headset was taken off his head, and he was released from the ropes. However, before he could make a move to try to escape, a white portal appeared behind him and he was kicked through it. The portal vanished instantly.

“Know where it will put him?” Lyra saw Blue shrug, and wondered where the grunt would end up. None of them would know, but ironically enough the grunt had ended up smack dab in the middle of doughnut time for the police, and would be swiftly apprehended.