Draconequus: Subspecies: Homo Sapien Sapiens

by Kaffeina


How to Trick Little Fillies and Twilight Attacks My Typewriter

Everypony, and we mean everypony, wants to get their cutie mark. Their reasons vary. Some want to know who they are, some want a place to fit in, others want it to have it. Even being magical creatures, Humans have no cutie mark. One Human took it upon himself to... mess around a bit.
"Applebloom... I don't see how launching ourselves from a tree will get us our cutie marks," came Sweetie Belle's voice.
"Ah formshssgtdfit," Applebloom said. She had a rope in her mouth.
"I-er what?"
Applebloom latched the rope over a stump, "Ah said, 'Ah feel we could be the best at it'."
"Its just plain crazy though..." Sweetie tried protesting as Applebloom jumped in the tree with her and Scootaloo.
"Crazy or not! Scoots, cut the rope!" Applebloom called back. The orange Pegasus saluted, cut the rope, and screamed, "BONZAI!" as loud as she could. Several hours later the town finally found the three up to their flanks in dirt.
"Ah never should have listened to that darn two legger..." Applebloom's muffled voice said.
The 'two legger' in question had watched the whole scene with quite a bit of mirth. When he had shown Applebloom the diagram, he never expected her to go through with it. She had already been gullible once before...


A Human sat beside three fillies in the sky. He had gotten their small wheelbarrel to float even with mid-level clouds. He himself floated next to it and snapped his fingers. Automatically the three fillies had on skydiving gear.
"Are ya sure this'll get us ar cutie marks," asked the yellow one.
The Human nodded vigorously.
"Good enough for me," yelled Scoots, jumping off the wagon. She and her friends arced downwards leaving the Human cackling like a mad scientist. Or, in their world, Twilight Sparkle.
*SLAM*
Twilight?
*CRUNCH*
What? Why did you-
*FIZZLE*
I NEED that type writer. I've got other things to write... FINE. I'll take out the comment about you.
*Ping*
Better? Yes. Now fix my typewriter. I need that thing.
*Magical Noises*
Thank you. Alright.
*SCHWING*
The three fillies flew down towards Twilight's library. It was pure luck that the lavender unicorn was out her deck and managed to catch them. She scolded them harshly and sent them away.
"THAT. WAS. AWESOME. Let's do it again," Scootaloo said.