Paul gave out a huge yawn as he stretched his new limbs. He’d never gone to sleep as a pony before. Actually, he’d never slept on a real bed before. It was real nice. He’d never felt this good in the morning. Usually, he’d just get up with sore and then go help his parents with something. Not now. He could do whatever he liked.
And his first destination was the kitchen. ‘I wonder if they have deer.’ He thought absentmindedly. It was his favorite meal, though his mother never cared for killing them.
As he walked through the halls, he couldn’t help but admire Tiara’s house. It was bigger than any building he’d seen before, and much fancier. ‘Why, I’ve never seen a building with no holes or mold before.’
Finally, for what seemed like an hour, which was only a few minutes, he made it to the kitchen. There, he found Screwball, sitting up beside a large counter. She was doing something with two white slices and some jam and some type of gooey stuff. She looked up and smiled at him. “Good morning, Paul.”
“Morning, Miss Screwball.” Paul said. He walked around the counter. She was higher up and since he was just a small pony, he had to crane his neck upwards in order to see her.
Screwball giggled. “Don’t call me miss. I’m not that old.” She scratched her head. “Or, at least, I hope I’m not.”
“Okay, Screwball.” Paul corrected himself. He then turned his attention to Screwball’s breakfast. He pointed a hoof to it. “What are you making?”
“A PB and J of course.” Screwball licked her lips and prepared to bite down into her meal.
“What’s that?”
At that statement, Screwball’s eyes went wide. She quickly put her strange meal down and looked at him. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had a PB and J sandwich before.”
“I’ve never had a…normal sandwhich before, so I don’t know what’s so special.” Paul scratched the back of his head and looked away, embarrassed. He had heard his father talk about sandwiches before, but mom would always complain that they didn’t have any bread to make them…nor peanut butter and jam. ‘What are those things anyways.’
“Then we have to change that.” Screwball’s face shone of determination. She grabbed her sandwich and handed it (hoofed it…I’m sorry) to him.
Paul stared at it and then to her. “I can’t eat your sandwich.”
“Oh, don’t be silly.” Screwball smiled. “I can always make another one.”
Paul carefully took the sandwich out of the older mare’s hooves and held it firmly. He still didn’t know how he could hold things with his hooves, but that wasn’t really important. What was important, was this PB and J sandwich.
The little Earth pony took a small bite. Once he did, his mouth was hit with new and tantalizing flavors. He eagerly gobbled the rest in no time flat. He looked at her with an eager face. “Can I have some?”
Screwball giggled. “Sure kiddo.” She picked up a handkerchief and cleaned off some smudges of jelly and butter from his face. “And next time, try to not get it everywhere.”
Paul smiled sheepishly. In his haste, he had accidently splattered the counter with his meal. “Sorry. It was just so good. I couldn’t get enough.”
“I could tell.” Screwball patted his head.
Just then, Filthy Rich, Diamond Tiara’s father, walked. “I see somepony’s settlin
in.”
“I sure am.” Paul nodded. “Screwball just made me my first PB and J sandwich. It was so awesome.”
Filthy sent a small glare her way, to which she turned away, looking ashamed. Once she did, his expression softened and looked hurt. “Is there something wrong?” Paul asked.
Filthy quickly shook his head. “No my dear colt. There’s nothin’ wrong. I just want to make sure you’re doin’ fine.”
“Well, thanks for everything Mr. Rich.” Paul said.
Filthy patted his head. “There’s need to thank me. After all, you did save my precious Diamond. Allowing you into my home is the least I can do.” Paul smiled. He’d never been so contempt and happy to be in one place. “Now, as I was goin’ to say, I was wondering if you could keep on eye on my precious little filly. The town’s getting stir crazy with this fair coming up.”
“I will, Mr. Rich.” Paul saluted. “You can count on me.”
Filthy Rich chuckled. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” He looked to Screwball. “And Screwball…” Screwball looked at him. The older stallion seemed to hesitate, unsure of himself. “I hope you had a good night’s sleep.”
Screwball smiled and her eyes watered up. “Thank you, father.”
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Sarah Tailin was holding the wing of the injured Pegasus, staring at him intently. Her mediocre medical skills had seemed to work, since he seemed alright. Actually, he seemed better than alright, considering what happened to him yesterday. He was breathing normally and most of his bruising had vanished over night. And his wings, they…they seemed to be righting themselves.
‘What kind of magic is this?’ She thought. Yes, ponies could heal rather rapidly, but not this fast, or well mind her. But still, there was a chance the bones wouldn’t heal right and he’d never fly again. She needed to get him to the hospital soon.
“I can do it myself!” She heard Bullseye shout once more. Sarah rolled her eyes. Ever since he had woken up, Mayor Mare had tried to help with everything. She knew that Mare was concerned for him since that event last night, but Bullseye would have none of it.
Right now, Bullseye was trying to pick up a bowl of soup. He wanted to try a few of the local dishes. Of course, Mare wouldn’t let him have any meat, which he yelled and stormed about for over an hour about. Finally, he allowed Mare to get him something.
Right now, he was holding the bowl in his forehooves, while Mare held the spoon in her mouth. “I wouldn’t have to do this, if you just used your magic.” Her voice was muffled a bit.
“And for the last time, I have no idea what that is.” Bullseye told her. “And even if I did, I don’t need it. I’m fine using my own two hands.”
“Hooves.”
“Hooves, yes.” Bullseye looked away, embarrassed by his own slip up. “That’s what I meant.”
Mare sighed. “Now, are you going to eat like a pony or a pig.”
“I want to eat like a Chimera.” Bullseye said.
“Well, too bad.” Mare lunged forward, trying to stick the spoon into his mouth. Unfortunately, she tripped. The mare ended up shoving the whole spoon into his mouth, smacking her lips against his. While she blushed intensely from this close act, all Bullseye could do was try and not gag from the spoon that was shoved down his throat. He quickly pulled away and hacked up the utensil. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“You were trying to kill me.” Bullseye continued to cough.
“I did not.” Mayor Mare stomped a hoof to the ground in indignation. “It was an accident.”
“Accident or not, never come at me with a spoon again.” He continued to gag. “Those things are lethal.”
“Fine.” Mare said. “Would you like to finish your soup?”
“No, I’d prefer surviving this day.” Bullseye said, finally getting over his little coughing fit.
“What?” Mare smirked. “Scared of little ol’ me.”
“I sincerely doubt your that old.” Bullseye said, looking her over. Mare’s blush returned. “You lack the spark of wisdom.” And thus, Mare’s blush turned into a harsh glare. He chuckled. “At least now, I’m not the only one being miserable here.”
Mare raised an eyebrow, before chuckling. “You’re right on that regard.”
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Cherry couldn’t help but feel giddy. The little fillies were taking her to the love of her life. She could see it now. Big Mac, in a small hut, all alone. She would walk in and he’d be smiling. He’d waltz over and give her a kiss. She’d lean into it and then he’d hold her tight. She feel his luxurious fur as they….
She blushed. She couldn’t be thinking like that. Not with fillies around. ‘Keep your cool. You need to save up your energy. Big Mac always likes a good chase.’ She giggled, as she remembered all his attempts at escape. ‘He’s just playing hard to get.’ She told herself.
“Not much farther, Cherry.” Apple Bloom said. “It’s just a little ways up ahead.”
“That’s good to hear.” Cherry said, casting a worried glance around the forest. Thinking of her big red lover kept her thoughts away from the dangers lurking about. “So, how did you meet this ‘Zecora’?” She needed to know everything about every mare. Macintosh was one big hunk, and she knew that others would try and take him from her.
“Oh, she’s that zebra who used to come to town.” Apple Bloom told her.
“WHAT?!!” Cherry Twist yelled in surprise. “A zebra? Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“You didn’t ask.” Scootaloo said. “Sheesh, you act as if you’re scared or something.”
“I’m not scared.” Cherry shot back. “I’m just surprised as all.”
“Could have fooled me.” Scootaloo rolled her eyes.
Cherry glared at the filly. Who was she to judge a full grown mare?
“Anyways, remember back when she first came here, everypony was scared of her.” Apple Bloom said.
Cherry Twist nodded. “Yes.”
“While all y’all were scared stiff, I went out to talk to her.” Apple Bloom said.
“Weren’t you the least bit afraid?” Cherry asked.
Apple Bloom puffed her chest out in pride. “Aint nothin’ in this forest that can scare me.”
“Oh, then I just imagined those screams.” Scootaloo smirked.
“Hey, y’all were screaming too.” Apple Bloom poked her friend in the side.
“That’s because I was giving you moral support.” Scootaloo explained.
“Moral support, my flank.” Apple Bloom shot at her.
“Apple Bloom!” Cherry scolded. “Language.”
The little Earth filly dipped her head in shame. “Sorry, miss Twist.”
“You should be.” Cherry mentally patted herself on the back for that. If she could be a good role model for Apple Bloom, then Big Macintosh had to like her. “Now go on.”
“Well,” Apple Bloom shook off her shame. (That’s right, she shook off her shame. More people should do that.) “It didn’t take me long to give my big sis the slip and meet up with Zecora.”
“And what’s she like?”
“Oh, she’s wonderful.” Apple Bloom beamed. “She’s one of the most incredibly talented zebras I’ve ever met.”
“She’s the only one we’ve met.” Scootaloo said.
“Yeah, but she’s still awesome.” Apple Bloom put it.
“You’ve got a point there.” Scootaloo nodded.
Cherry grinded her teeth together. If Apple Bloom liked her so much, then Big Mac…’No, he’s yours. Not some zebras.’
It was then, when she heard the voice she’d been waiting for.
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“What in tarnation is your problem?” Big Mac asked the now frantic unicorn, he held in his forehooves.
“I have to find it.” The unicorn yelled. “I have to find the device. It’s our only hope.” The unicorn had been thrashing about and screaming ever since he woke up. The grey ponies had initially found this hilarious, until he bucked one of them in the jaw.
“You must go back to bed.” Zecora tried to reassure him. “I’m afraid this sickness has gone to your head.”
“Must find it.” The unicorn yelled, struggling to get free of the farmpony’s hooves.
Zecora sighed and hit him over the head with one of her forehooves. “The deed had to be done.” She said, looking down at his unconscious form. “His brain acted as if it was cooked by the sun.”
“Bein’ out in a storm like that will do it to a pony.” Big Macintosh set the unicorn down, before he was thrown to the ground by a pink blur. His first thought was Pinkie, but when he heard the affectionate giggle, he couldn’t help but sweat in fear.
“Hey, big boy.” Cherry Twist cooed, as she nuzzled him.
Big Mac groaned. “Cherry, get off of me.”
“Not unless you give me a kiss.”
“The answer is still no, now get off.” The stallion stared off, angrily.
“Big Macintosh, who is this mare I see?” Zecora smiled at the scene. “With whom you play the birds and the bees.”
Both of them flushed at that statement. “It aint like that.”
“That’s right.” Cherry nuzzled him once again. “ ‘Cause this guy is a gentlestallion. He’s waiting for our wedding night for that.”
“I am not.” Big Mac glared at her.
“Of course you are, silly.” Cherry nuzzled her nose against his. His scowl got deeper. Zecora laughed.
“Cherry, had y’all find me anyhow?” Big Macintosh asked. “I never told you about Zecora or her place.” ‘With good reason.’
“Oh, that’s easy.” Cherry said. “Apple Bloom showed me.”
Big Mac’s eyes widened. “Apple Bloom?” Cherry nodded. “Then where is she?”
Cherry turned her head. “Well…she was right behind me.”
Big Mac pushed the mare off of him and hurried to the doorway. “You lead my little sister out here into the Everfree forest and you didn’t keep an eye on her.”
“Well…” Cherry rubbed the back of her head.
Big Mac facehooved. He should have expected something like this from her. “I have to go find her, before something else does.”
“I’ll go with you.” Cherry offered.
“Thanks but no thanks.” Big Mac sent her a glare, to which she cringed. “I think you’ve done enough.”
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The three fillies stared off after the speeding mare. “She left us.” Sweetie Belle cried. “She left us.”
“Keep it down, Sweetie Belle.” Apple Bloom hushed. “You’re gonna attract a manticore or something.”
“Yeah, Sweetie Belle, quit being such a chicken.” Scootaloo said.
“I’m not a chicken.” Sweetie Belle flicked the ground with a hoof. “I just…don’t want to be turned to stone.”
“As if.” Scootaloo said, chuckling. “That Cockatrice won’t show its ugly beak around here ever again. Not after Fluttershy used the Stare.”
“Yeah, she’s right.” Apple Bloom nodded.
Sweetie Belle still wasn’t convinced. She was sure that something was going to happen. Yeah, she’d gone into the forest before without an adult, but for some reason, she didn’t feel safe. It was as if, there was a little voice nagging at the back of her mind. Telling her something.
‘Come to me, my brethren.’
The little filly shook her head, trying to get rid of the new voice.
‘Come to me, my brethren.’
The voice kept repeating itself. She didn’t know why, but it was drawing her on. ‘What’s happening to me?’ She thought. “Sweetie Belle,” Apple Bloom said, taking notice of her friend’s worried expression. “Are you alright?”
“Yes.” Sweetie Belle lied. She didn’t want to worry her friends. She turned her head to look into the forest.
‘Come to me, my brethren.’ The voice beckoned. Sweetie Belle couldn’t help but walk in the direction of the voice.
“Hey,” Scootaloo called after her. “Where are you going?”
“I have to go.” Sweetie Belle answered. She was unsure of where she was going and that scared her.
“Go where?” Apple Bloom asked.
“I don’t know.” Sweetie Belle answered again.
“Well, then why don’t we find out.” Scootaloo said, marching forth. “If you want to go so badly, then there must be something amazing up ahead.”
“And who knows.” Apple Bloom chipped in. “We just might get our cutie marks.”
Sweetie Belle smiled. “Yeah.” With that knowledge, she eagerly walked on forth.
‘Come to me, my brethren.’
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Spray-On and Portobello watched the three fillies intently. ‘What are you up to?’ He thought. He looked over to his companion. “Follow them.”
“Awww, but I wanted to go get a sandwich.” Portobello rubbed his bloated stomach. “I’m starving.”
“How could you possibly be starving?” Spray-On growled. “You ate enough this morning to feed a whale.”
“That’s not true.” Portobello said. “By the way, what’s a whale?”
Spray-On just stared at him. ‘Seriously?’ “Nevermind.” He said. “Just follow them, okay.”
“Okay.” Portobello nodded his head. “And where are you going?”
“I have an important meeting to attend.” Spray-On smirked. ‘A very beautiful meeting.’
Portobello whined. “Why can’t I go?”
“Because it’s private.” Spray-On poked his companion. “Now stop whining and watch those fillies.” With that, the unicorn teleported away.
He reappeared underneath a tall, shaded tree, in the middle of a green field. He held his head as a large headache came along. Long distance travel was very taxing on unicorns.
“You’re late.” A feminine voice said.
Spray-On turned around to see a dark yellow, black maned Pegasus mare smiling at him. Her green eyes shone in the sunlight. Her mask cutie mark was just visible underneath her wings. Miss Lead was her name, and he just had to wonder how he was lucky enough to get a mare like her. ‘Well, I am awesome.’ “Sorry, I got tied up. My coworkers were being imbecilic.”
“So, the usual?” Miss Lead said, with a slight chuckle.
“Yes.” Spray-On looked away, slightly peeved that that was true. He brightened up when she nuzzled him under his chin.
“Hmmm, you seem rather tense.” Miss Lead peered up at him. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“Oh, just some stuff at work.” Spray-On held her close. “It doesn’t matter.”
Miss Lead raised an eyebrow and pushed him away. “I think it does.” She said. “Tell me about it.”
“But I don’t want to.” Spray-On complained.
“Please tell me.”
“It doesn’t really….”
“Tell me!” The mare sent him a threatening gaze.
He gulped. Sometimes, she scared him. “Okay, okay. I’ll tell you.”
Miss Lead smiled. “I knew you’d see it my way.”
The sat in peace under the shade of the tree for the next hour or so, as Spray-On recounted the events of the last few days.
“Well, it sounds rather rivoting.” Miss Lead said.
“You have no idea.” Spray-On stood up quickly, as he remembered something important. “Oh, horseapples.”
“What is it?” Miss Lead looked concerned.
“I left Portobello for far too long.” Spray-On readied his teleportation spell. “I’ll be lucky if that oaf hasn’t screwed up anything yet.” He gave his marefriend a quick kiss before whisking himself away.
Miss put a hoof to her lips and smiled. At first, it was rather innocent, but then, it turned wicked. She chuckled. “What he doesn’t know, won’t kill him.” Her green eyes turned blue.
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The halls of the hospital were quiet. The only sound was the occasional patter of hoof steps. Lyra found this a bit odd, since there was usually a lot more noise going on. ‘Maybe it’s a good day.’ She thought.
The green unicorn had decided to come and visit her friend. Bon-Bon always liked her to visit, just so she can complain to somepony about how the hospital was treating her. It didn’t take her long to get to her friend’s room.
Nurse Tenderheart was standing outside, looking a tad bit concerned. This got Lyra nervous. ‘Is something wrong with Bon-Bon?’ She thought. The nurse looked over to her and smiled. “Oh, thank goodness you’re here.”
“Why, is something wrong with her?” Lyra gulped.
“No, nothing like that.” Tenderheart quickly said. “I mean, more of the usual problems.”
Lyra sighed in relief. “So, just insults and such.”
Tenderheart nodded. “The like.” She trotted off.
Lyra walked in to find Bon-Bon sitting in her wheel chair, with her forelegs crossed. “What took you so long?”
“Oh, just this and that.” Lyra said, trying to push off the fact that she was on time. Bon-Bon could just be pushy and mean spirited at times.
“Wow, sounds like you have a lot on your plate.” Bon-Bon rolled his eyes. “But that doesn’t matter now. What matters is revenge.”
“Lyra, do we have to.” Lyra whined. “You always come up with some crazed revenge plot that gets us nowhere.”
“This time is different.” Bon-Bon said. “This jerk put me in a wheelchair. Do you think I want to show up at the fair in this? I’ll be a laughing stock. And what stallion would dance with a mare in my condition.”
“Oh come on.” Lyra said, trying to assuage her friend. “Stallions aren’t that shallow.”
Bon-Bon sighed. “Like, maybe you’re right, but that dumbo needs to learn not to mess with the likes of me.”
Lyra sighed. She knew she was going to get roped into some scheme, whether she liked it or not. ‘That’s what friends are for.’ “But Bon-Bon…”
“No buts. I don’t complain when you go on and on about humans.”
“That’s different.” Lyra looked away. Yes, she was a human enthusiast. She had spent her whole life learning as much as she could about them. Which, hadn’t led up to much.
“Cha, as if.” Bon-Bon flicked her mane out of her face. “At least I got a fruit basket out of this.” Bon-Bon turned around, only to find Ravager had snuck in while they were talking. *He is surprisingly light on his feet*
He was making ‘Nom’ sounds as he devoured the fruit. “Moist and delicious.”
Bon-Bon threw her hooves up in the air. “RAVAGER!” She yelled, sealing her revenge wish.
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The forest was quiet, as a group of six hybrids passed on by. Their presense instilled fear in the hearts of everything that laid on eyes on them…except one.
An arrow pierced the skull of one of the hybrids. The others took covered and started to fire back. They couldn’t see their adversary, but they weren’t just going to take it and not answer.
Another arrow flew through the trees and right into the shoulder of a hybrid, causing it to drop its weapon. Another two arrow flew out, killing two others. The remaining hybrids started calling out to each other, trying to find a way to flank the enemy.
But the enemy seemed to be all over the place, as an arrow flew from another direction, right into the one of the hybrid’s skull. The last two hybrids standing rushed towards the last location of the arrows. They didn’t last long, as another couple of arrow plunged into their chest, killing them instantly.
Once the coast was clear, the assailant came out from her hiding place. She was a petite, young woman, with green hair. She and her friend were known to dye their hair. It gave them a flair of personality.
Elmyra was her name. A proud Irish girl who wielded a unique bow in her hands. It was hand crafted by the best craftsmans alive. And now, she was doing what she did best. Hunting chimera.
She heard the sound of the chimera she had wounded. She saw it trying to pick up its weapon, to which she quickly put an arrow through its leg. The beast fell to the ground, yowling in pain.
Elmyra rushed over to the creature. The thing was trying desperately to crawl away, reaching out for something to fight with. She stepped over, stringing another arrow. She pulled it up, ready to fire, when she stopped. The chimera was looking back at her, with a fierce look of determination. She could see in its eyes the will to live, the same she saw in her own. She knew she had to kill it. It was a monster, trying to slay humanity. But now, it was a helpless creature…that still wanted to kill her.
She sighed. Her friend always got onto her for being a softy. She took the arrow out from the bow and put it back into the pouch on her back. She held the bow as if it was a club and smacked it right behind the hybrid’s head, knocking it out. Luckily, her bow held immense strength, so it wasn’t damaged.
She quickly knelt down and checked the wounds. The arrow that had pierced the shoulder, had rendered its left arm useless. It wouldn’t be able to walk on its right leg for a while either. She pulled the arrows out with ease, making a mental note to treat them later, before taking out a rope from her side, and tying the chimera up. It wouldn’t do to just leave it here. It would die for sure.
‘Bonita is going to kill me.’ She thought, as she pulled the hybrid along with her.
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I own neither Resistance, or My Little Pony Friendship is Magic.
Resistance is owned by Insomniac.
My Little Pony Friendship is Magic is owned by Hasbro studios.
I do hope you enjoy this crossover of mine and if you any ideas, suggestions, or tips, please don't be afraid to contact me.
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If you want to know what Elmyra is wearing, look up ‘atryl’ deviantart. “Jungle Lyra 2”