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The Bloodmoon Chronicles - Dropbear



A seemingly invincible pony falls in love with a displaced, unstable, solider who is far from receptive to her advances. Oh, and she's red and black, too.

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Science and Races

Twilight sat and watched while a muffin was devoured, and brown crumbs flew all over the table that they were sitting at. Mr Cake, who had at first been petrified of the large, sulking biped that had reluctantly entered the store, was now instead opened-mouthed at the utter devastation of Sugercube Corner’s entire breakfast selection.

‘She certainly has the appetite of a monster,’ Twilight silently thought while her own plain banana muffin sat on her plate ignored. Bloodmoon finished the current treat before a frosting-slathered bat-wing reached out to snatch a hapless lemon-frosted cupcake from the huge plate of baked goods that sat on the middle of the table.

Nigel was sitting silently next to Bloodmoon with no breakfast save for a splodge of pink frosting on his helmet, courtesy of the red and black abomination.

“Wow, this food is great!” Bloodmoon’s observation was followed up by another cupcake disappearing into her gob. Twilight’s stomach churned when another set of crumbs flew from the new alicorn’s mouth, and with a sideways glance she looked at Rarity.

True to form, the most refined out of her friends was watching the spectacle with a sour look on her face. Rarity’s own plate sat untouched, and despite that it was still gathering a decent amount of crumbs. Pinkie, who looked to be the only one besides Bloodmoon who was actually enjoying the breakfast, was happily chomping away while sitting next to the new alicorn. Her food intake was almost on par as well, but thankfully the party pony had far better table manners.

“Hey, leave some for the rest of us.” A cyan hoof reached out to snag a blueberry muffin, Rainbow Dash leaning back in her seat and glancing around. “Well, for me anyway. Guess no one is hungry.”

“I wonder why,” Applejack replied with a frown, a golden brown crumb flying off to land in her hat.

“I suddenly feel the urge to feed my animals,” mumbled Fluttershy while she too neglected to sample any of the baked goods.

“More for us then,” Pinkie shrugged before she reached for another muffin with a grin. Her smile was quickly turned on Bloodmoon, her tail wagging behind her like a dog. “Who could have eventhought that Bloomy was a meany-mean, she bought us all brunch!” The smile dropped, Pinkie resting her head on a hoof with a look up to the roof. “Or is it lunchfast…?”

Twilight sighed under her breath, almost wishing that she could just leave and go back to bed. It wasn’t an option; unfortunately, as it was her duty as a Princess to ensure that the two newcomers didn’t cause any more trouble.

‘He’s strange,’ she thought while glancing at the brooding human. ‘But he did cause that crater and apparently tried to repeatedly kill … Bloodmoon.’ She repressed a shudder. ‘He flat-out doesn’t look friendly, and he’s been incredibly rude and demanding this entire time.’ Her frown increased. ‘I’m going to guess that if we don’t fix things between them, he might not exactly react well.’

Her focus turned onto the red and black alicorn, Bloodmoon swallowing a massive gulp of food before licking her lips. ‘She’s just downright creepy,’ Twilight thought with a wince at the fangs that reminded her too much of a changeling. ‘Just what is she? Princess Celestia never mentioned an alicorn quite like her, and the only other creature that even comes close is… is…’

Twilight felt a spark of anger flare up.

‘Queen Chrysalis.’

“So, Nightblade,” she began with a steady voice but an internal wince.

‘By Celestia, I’ve seen pictures of zebra spiked warclubs that are less edgier than that name.’

“What sort of, well, creature are you?”

The question earned everypony’s attention, even Nigel looking up from his sulking. It was only her that really seemed distrustful of Nightblade at the moment, however. While Twilight was pretty certain that even Queen Chrysalis wouldn’t stoop so low as to disguise herself as such a... an eyesore, she couldn’t rule out that it was possibly a form of super-changeling minion.

“An awesome one!”

The reply was met with a deadpan stare, Twilight sighing again. “No, I mean what species. For example, I’m an alicorn and that’s a type of pony.”

“Oh.” Bloodmoon bit her lip and concentrated, before looking up a few seconds later. “Ah, I know! I’m an alicorn like you, but a little cooler. You know, like an ‘alicorn plus’.” She bit her lip again while nodding to herself. “I also think I’m parts of other things as well, but I’m not too sure.” The smile returned. “But hey, at least I know I’m an alicorn plus, right?”

‘I… I don’t even…’

“You’re certainly something alright,” Nigel muttered under his breath.

It proved to be a mistake on his part.

“Oh, Nigey.”

Twilight ignored Bloodmoon’s enthusiastic hugging and nuzzling of the human, her mind instead set on other matters. She looked up at the striped alicorn with narrowed eyes, the creature’s dodging of her question sending alarm bells off in her head.

“I actually have a favour to ask,” Twilight continued after her moment of pause, Bloodmoon looking at her. “Since I’ve never had the chance to meet a…. an ‘alicorn plus’ before, I was wondering if I could do a small amount of tests with your help.”

“Tests?”

“Ah, Twi?” Applejack whispered from the side. “Are you sure you want to do that? Remember when you did the same with Pinkie Pie?”

Twilight leaned back, her voice lowering to a hush. “I do remember, but I have to know.” She focused back on Bloodmoon, a false smile filling her face. “Yes, tests. Nothing harmful of course, I just want to measure…” she thought for a moment. “Your awesomeness levels. You know, how strong you are and things like that.”

Bloodmoon, letting go of the stock-still Nigel, actually straightened in her seat and puffed out her chest with a grin on her face. “Well, if it’s an awesomeness test then you can count me in!”

“Heh, if it’s an awesomeness test then you’ll have to race me afterwards,” Rainbow Dash stated with a cocky grin. “Everypony knows that I’m the most awesome flyer in Ponyville.”

Bloodmoon flashed her fangs in a smile. “You’re on!”

“Splendid,” Nigel said while standing up, his voice surprisingly chipper. “Ms Sparkle, I’ll leave Bloodmoon in your capable… hooves, and I’ll go and get a few things sorted.” He made for the door. “You know, human things and stuff.” He only paused to give what she could only assume was a smirk underneath his helmet.

“Good luck with the tests.”

‘Yeah, sure.’

“Bye Lovey-Bun,” Bloodmoon called out after him while waving a hoof. “I’ll see you after I help out Twilight with the tests!”

There was no reply from the human, Nigel swiftly exiting and no doubt scurrying off to hide underneath some unsuspecting pony’s bed again.

‘I can worry about him later,’ Twilight thought to herself, her eyes settling on the still-smiling Bloodmoon. ‘Right now, I’ve got bigger issues at hoof…’


Bloodmoon fidgeted on the spot, her wings giving the occasional flap while her tail flicked to and fro. She sighed, one ear unconsciously flicking with irritation at the wire that was taped to it, before she began to slowly tap a forehoof on the metal podium that she was standing on. Boxy machines beeped and hummed all around her, with the occasional arc of electricity jumping from one metal coil to the other.

“Just a few more moments,” Twilight apologised from behind a row of blinking consoles. “Since I became a Princess and moved into this much nicer lab, there’s just a few new things that I have to figure out.”

“That’s okay,” Bloodmoon replied. “I can wait.”

Well, not really. To be honest she was regretting accepting to help the Princess with her tests, even if it was to measure her awesomeness levels. Even the promised race against Rainbow Dash felt a little hollow now. It meant that she was spending yet more time away from Nigel, and while she was certain that the relationship was rock-solid, she couldn’t help but get the feeling that their lengthy absences from each other was really having a strain on Nigel’s happiness.

‘I’ll have to think of a way to make it up to him,’ she mused, before a sly smile crossed her face and a blush filled her cheeks. ‘Maybe I could pick something up from that clothes store that Rarity owns…’

“All right, everything’s ready!”

Bloodmoon was broken out of her thoughts at Twilight’s voice, and she looked over towards her. The Princess was wearing a white lab coat and, more concerning, a large pair of reflective goggles. Before she had time to query the attire, however, Twilight continued on.

“So, I’ve placed numerous wires around your body to measure everything,” Twilight explained with a gesture of a hoof. Midnight gave herself a quick once-over, confirming that there were indeed many small wires attached to her with white tape. “They record your body’s magical energy and send it to my readout right here,” Twilight tapped a rectangular metal cub with a slot on the front. “Just follow what I say, and we’ll be over and done with this in a few minutes.”

Bloodmoon perked up at the short time estimate. “Okay!”

“Great, now first we’ll do a simple strength test.”

A magenta-coloured magical glow levitated a machine over to the podium. She examined it after it had been set down. First was a mass of wires leading back to the row of beeping consoles coming out of the back. Second, there was nothing else save for a raised peddle in the shape of a hoof.

“Go ahead.” Bloodmoon looked back towards Twilight, the Princess nodding while levitating a clipboard. “Just step on it with a hoof.”

“Okay.”

Bloodmoon did as asked, and she looked up when a whirring sound started up from where Twilight was standing. The Princess was frowning down at a roll of parchment that was spewing out from her machine, but from where she was Bloodmoon couldn’t see what was on it.

“I’m not getting a reading,” Twilight explained. “Push down as hard as you can.”

“I already am.”

“You can’t be, give it some more effort.”

Gritting her teeth, Bloodmoon stepped down with all of her might. She glared down the machine at her hoof, before she blinked her eyes in surprise.

“I… uh…”

“I’m still not getting anything,” Twilight replied.

“No, I mean…” Bloodmoon looked back at the jumbled mass of metal and wires, the strength test machine all but annihilated. “I think I broke it…”

“Impossible,” Twilight began while she looked over. “That machine managed to take one of Applejack’s… oh my.” Slowly trotting out, Twilight seemed unable to cease staring at the mangled wreak. “How is that possible?” she muttered to herself. “It didn’t even get a chance to produce a reading…”

Bloodmoon smiled. “Sorry, guess my own awesomeness was just too much for it.”

Twilight gave her a long stare.

‘She’s probably jealous.’

“Well,” the Princess continued with a sigh. “I suppose that we can move onto the magical testing. This time, please try not to break anything.”

“I can only promise to try. After all, I am pretty aws-“

“Yes, I know.”

Twilight’s interruption was followed by the crumbled strength tester being whisked away in a magical field. Watching Twilight trot back to her row of consoles, Bloodmoon wondered what she was going to have to do this time.

“Okay,” Twilight said with clipboard levitating once more. “Let’s start off simple. Do you see that apple on the table in front of you?”

Bloodmoon looked towards the lone apple sitting upon the metal table. “Yes, I see it.”

“Good. Could you please use your magic to lift up the apple.”

The request gave her pause. Bloodmoon couldn’t remember, but she was pretty certain that she hadn’t actually used magic before. ‘I have a horn though,’ she thought while scrunching up her face in concentration. ‘So I should be easily able to lift just one single apple.’

All of her focus went into moving the apple, her tongue poking out while her horn began to tingle.

“That’s good,” she heard Twilight say. Bloodmoon opened her eyes wide with excitement, the lone apple floating steadily in front of her face. She was quite pleased to note that her magical aura was not yucky pink like Twilight’s, but was instead a cool combination of black and red energy. “The readings are quite normal as well.”

“You sound surprised,” Bloodmoon muttered, her heart sinking at the revelation that her magical strength was only normal.

“More relieved,” Twilight murmured back, but Bloodmoon wasn’t paying much attention. “Okay, can you now please return the apple to the table.”

Bloodmoon’s ears pricked up. Her muscles tensed. Her horn began to glow with energy.

‘No!’ she thought to herself with a grit of her teeth. ‘I won’t be beaten by this apple! I refuse to be…’ she shuddered. ‘A normal.’

“Uh, hang on, I’m getting some odd readings,” she heard Twilight speak up with a hint of worry. “Bloodmoon?”

She wasn’t listening, her eyes fixed right on the floating apple. She wasn’t going to give up, she wasn’t going to be beaten!

“I will put the apple back on the table!” she found herself yelling over the sound of cracking magic. “And it will be completely awesome!"

“Oh Sweet Celestia!”

Bloodmoon only saw sheets of metal lower from gaps in the ceiling for a split second, before her vison was overtaken with a flash of black and red energy.


“What, where am I?”

Kyle Notinsertington looked around the dark forest that he found himself standing in. He winced at the slivers of sunlight that filtered through the gaps in the heavy tree cover, and tried to make sense of his situation.

‘Wait, there were no parks anywhere near the convention centre,’ he thought to himself. ‘The last thing I remember is that creepy dude in that costume store.’
The reminder caused him to look down at the golden belt buckle he had purchased for his costume, but he stopped short upon noticing that his rather shitty costume…

Suddenly looked a whole lot more real.

Kyle rushed over towards a nearby puddle, the water offering a clear reflection of his new form.

“My god…”

Gone was Kyle Notinsertington, and in his place was Hero Muchiangsti from the hit anime show Fuan O Daite Iru Ma Oku No Wakai Jūdai No Wakamono-tachi wa, Haruka Ni Aku to Tatakaimasu, which when translated in Gaijin was ‘Many Young Teens Fight Much Evil While Brooding Angst’.

Kyle, or rather Hero, took in every detail about his new body. His stark white hair, his red eyes, pale ash skin, abnormally tall and lean figure, bellowing red coat, and skin-tight black bodysuit were all exactly the same as the show. His shoes and oversized belt were adorned with excess belt buckles all varying in size and make, and his spiky hair was covered in the magical golden glitter that granted Hero his amazing powers.

It was the item that rested by his side, however, that drew the most attention. Carefully, Kyle picked up the glittering weapon known by all as the ‘Daemon Reaper’, and felt it rest in his hands as if it belonged in them.

Constructed from a mixture of daemon blood and angel tears, the deep red weapon was a thing of horrific beauty. With a katana on one end and a massive scythe on the other, as well as a magical battery of dark runes along the haft, it was a weapon that had ended the lives of many powerful daemon lords as well as countless neglectful step-fathers.

It was light as a feather, yet perfectly balanced. Tilting his head and clenching his free hand into a fist, Kyle looked upon the closest tree and wondered if everything else was like the show.

A deluge of darkness and pain, manifested into a writhing mass of destructive dark matter, shot from his fist and collided with the hapless tree’s bark. The innocent flora was unable to cope with the sheer angst and edge that penetrated its once sturdy bark, and in a flash of negative energy it collapsed upon itself until it had disappeared from existence.

Kyle stared at the space that had once held the tree, before his pointy teeth and perfect lips curled into a wide grin.

“Yes!” he said with a fist pump, his dull life finally given meaning. “Oh my god! Does this mean…?”

With only a thought he began to levitate off the ground, dark energy swirling around him to form a protective barrier.

‘I can fly, control dark energy, am immortal, can see into the nightmares of others, can summon demons to do my bidding, can move the steller bodies at a whim, can survive without food and drink, my semen is capable of taming any animal or beast that it comes (hehe, ‘cums’) into contact with, I can change and create matter, can summon every deadly plague and illness known to man…’

He set down upon the ground again, his grin having grown wider all the while.

“In short, I’m now a god. Now, what to do…” he looked around the forest again, and then shrugged. “I might as well start by taking over the world, or wherever I am.” His eyes lit up again. “Oh man, I might actually get laid as well! Fucking sweet!”

With a newfound spring in his step, Kyle began to walk in a random direction that just felt… right. He didn’t pay any mind to the trails of demon blood that his footsteps left behind, and instead focused on humming a merry tune that the real Hero Muchiangsti wouldn’t ever let past his lips.

One thing that didn’t escape his attention, however, was the steadily growing rumbling beneath his feet.

He quickly stopped and, with supernatural speed, whipped out Deamon Reaper while going into a fighting stance.

“A daemon Lord?” he said to himself while glancing around in preparation to fight. “A foul servant of Hell? Monster? Beast?”

He was ready to completely trash whatever aimed to duel him, but as the rumblings grew stronger he frowned. His super-sensitive demon-senses weren’t picking anything up, save for a few birds that were quickly taking flight.

“Then what…?”

Looking around, he spotted something strange. It was a hole in the ground, but what caught his eye was the rim of metal that clued him into the fact that it wasn’t natural. Approaching closer, Kyle realised that it was the source of the rumbling. In what could only be the brightest move in the history of everything, he stooped down low and stuck his head over it to get a better look.

It seemed to be a simple iron pipe, the opening large enough to fit through if he wanted to. A metal grate covered the top, presumably so people would fall all the way down into the blackness below.

“What’s this?” Kyle caught sight of some text lining the inside of the rumbling pipe, his god-like powers of deduction allowing him to decipher the alien language. “’Warning: Magical Overflow Exhaust’?”

Despite his super-quick reflexes and speed, Kyle was caught completely unawares by the sudden torrent of magical energy that surged upwards and out of the pipe…

And right into his god-like face.

His brain was able to register that he was being propelled through the air in the energy expulsion, his vison surrounded by the colours of red and black. Able to feel himself somehow disintegrate bit-by-bit, he was able to come up with at least a small snippet before he perished.

‘Cruel Maiden who invites me into the arms of oblivion, how I unwittingly entered your tragic embrace.’

Or, at least that’s what Hero Muchiangsti would have come up with as a final goodbye to the audience. Kyle, being the teenager that he was, wasn’t quite as proficient with his words during his final thoughts.

‘The Fuck? This shit completely blows…’




As the Everfree wind carried away the remnants of the few remaining particles of Kyle Notinsertington, a sole golden belt-buckle fell down into the forest dirt with a soft thunk.

Not even the slowly returning birds paid it any attention.


Bloodmoon opened her eyes, her horn still feeling all tingly. Looking around she gazed in awe at the destruction that surrounded her.

The shutters that had blocked the centre area off from the observation platform had been completely destroyed, a few scraps of iron scattered around the room. The stone walls all bore numerous scorch marks upon their surfaces, and the machines that had dotted the room were now nothing more than piles of scrap metal. A large metal pipe in the floor, or at least what had been a pipe, was now nothing but rapidly cooling metal slag.

“Wha… wha…?”

She glanced towards the sound of the weakly-uttered questions, and spotted a dull magenta magic bubble that soon slowly faded away. With coughs and splutters while she tried to get to her hooves, Twilight Sparkle made to repeat herself. “What happened?”

Bloodmoon, however, declined to answer her question right away. Instead, she was focused at grinning at the lone table that had miraculously survived whatever had happened in the test area.

“I did it!” she exclaimed with a wide grin, pointing her hoof towards the slightly-charred apple that sat upon the table’s surface. “I did it! See, I can do basic magic!” With a bounce in her step, she looked back towards Twilight. “Can we do another test? That was fun!”

There was no reply from the lab-coated Princess, Bloodmoon waiting patiently for an answer. Still grinning, she couldn’t help but notice that Twilight was acting a bit… off.

‘Maybe she’s just too stunned by the awesome way I perfectly handled that apple?’ she thought to herself with no small amount of pride. ‘Wait until Nigel hears this, I bet he’d be thrilled to learn about how flawlessly his marefriend is at passing tests!’

“I… uh…”

Tilting her head at Twilight’s mumbling, Bloodmoon furrowed her brow. “Are you sure you’re alright? I mean, is there more tests that we can do?”

“Yes… I mean… no… I need to…” Twilight shook her head, her slightly-smoking mane frizzing out. “I think I need to write a letter to Princess Celestia about all this. Why don’t you go and, ah…” Twilight’s eyes widened. “I know, why don’t you go and have that race with Rainbow Dash? I’ll let you know how… well, you did after I clean up this mess. Okay?”

Bloodmoon’s initial disappointment upon hearing that there were no further tests for her to pass with flying colours was quickly lifted when she was reminded of the race challenge. Smiling widely, her bat wings gave a small flap with joy.

“O-kay! I’m going to go and snag a win to impress Nigel!” Whistling to herself, she turned and trotted towards the stone stairs leading up to the ground floor with a small bounce in her trots. Pausing when she was halfway up, she looked back towards the silent Princess who was still staring around at the wrecked laboratory. “Thank you for the tests, Miss Princess Twilight, now I know that I’m not just awesome, but scientifically awesome!”

With that, she resumed her trotting with a wide grin, Bloodmoon completely missing Twilight’s mumbled reply.

“Awesome… is not quite the word that I would use…”


All was black, save for the faint blue lines of text that scrawled out across a helmet visor.

“All right,” Nigel muttered to himself while he went over the information. “Three months of air, and two months of hydrates and nutrients. Well, three if I really want to push it, but surely it won’t be that long.” He nodded to himself as much as his position could allow, a smile on his face. “She’ll never find me here, all I have to do is just wait it out and I’ll be home free.”

He went quiet and instead decided to focus on his thoughts, while he settled into what was going to be his new hiding place for the next few months.

Above ground in a certain florist’s back garden, a single rose bush shook every-so-slightly in a patch of freshly-disturbed dirt.


“Are you sure that you’re ready? After-all, you’re about to go up against the fastest flyer in Equestria!”

Bloodmoon paused her wing stretches to playfully stick her tongue out at her competitor. Rainbow Dash was leaning from side-to-side a few lengths away to her left, a cocky grin on her face.

A grin Bloodmoon intended to quickly wipe off.

“Soon to be second fastest,” she teased, giving a test flap to prove her point. Her smile widened when she noticed Rainbow focus on the extended wings, the leathery appendages almost twice as large in span compared to the fluffy cyan feathers.

“Yeah, well big wings aren’t everything,” Dash huffed. “I’ve taken on and beaten griffons that were even larger than that.” She smiled again. “So, are you ready to race? Or are you just all boast and nothing else?”

“Not just boast, but you’re gonna be toast!” Bloodmoon’s smile dropped slightly, and she looked around the large and grassy field that they were both standing in. “Still, I was kind of hoping that Nigel was going to see me race…”

“Oh, uh…” she looked back at Rainbow Dash, the pegasus quickly following up after looking a tad uncomfortable. “I’d just forget about him and focus on racing. He’s probably just in town somewhere, or having boring tea with Rarity.” The mischievous grin returned. “Besides, why are you so eager to lose in front of him, anyway?”

The reminder of the competition pulled her mind away from her missing coltfriend, and Bloodmoon refocused forwards with a nod of her head.
“I’m ready. I hope you’re ready to get the medal for second place.”

“We’ll see,” Rainbow Dash snickered, before looking around. “Pinkie?”

Bloodmoon jolted when a short and sharp blast from a high-pitched whistle pierced the air, Rainbow Dash almost jumping into the air herself.

From behind, trotting through the middle of them while wearing a black-and-white striped shirt, Pinkie Pie emerged with the offending whistle between her lips.

“Racers, listen up!” Giving the whistle another blow, Pinkie pointed a hoof out towards a line on the ground that was constructed out of streamers. “No flying until you reach that line, which is fifty body-lengths away. Then, using all of the wing-power you have, you will launch off into the skies!”

The hoof was then turned towards a floating house on the horizon, just over the town of Ponyville. “Then you will fly to Dashie’s house, do a loop, and return here as fast as you can. The first pony over the line is the winner, and also the most super-fastest flying-pony in the whole of Equestria!” Bouncing out of the way to the left, Pinkie prepared her whistle. “So, on your marks!”

Rainbow Dash crouched, legs ready. Bloodmoon glanced over and mirrored the posture, eyes settled firmly on the line.

“Get set!”

Bloodmoon’s wings gave a small flap, already limbered up. Her mouth curled into a slight smile when she noticed her competitor sneak a jealous glance.

“Go! Have fun!” Pinkie yelled while somehow simultaneously blowing the whistle.

Bloodmoon started galloping as fast as she could go, her eyes still set solidly on the line that marked the end of the hoof section. Her focus was quickly broken, however, when a multi-coloured blur zoomed past with a speed she couldn’t hope to match.

‘I… huff… didn’t expect running to be so… gasp, difficult,’ Bloodmoon thought to herself as her rotund physic proved to be less than idea for the athletic contest. Rainbow Dash was far ahead, and Bloodmoon could only watch as the pegasus reached the line and spread her wings wide.

“Ha, see you when I get back, slowpoke!” Rainbow yelled back with a grin as she took flight. Zooming up into the air, she quickly made a beeline towards her floating cloud-house.

Gritting her teeth, Bloodmoon willed herself to go faster despite her fatigue. Straining her body to the limit, she finally reached the line and was able to use her wings. The leathery appendages unfurled and gave a mighty flap, which combined with her speed created a sudden entry into the air. Stumbling at first, Bloodmoon focused straight ahead and concentrated on catching her distant opponent.

Flapping like mad, her larger wingspan proved to be most useful as she steadily caught up with Rainbow Dash. Their different fitness levels were readily apparent, however, Rainbow Dash flying along almost effortlessly while every grain of Bloodmoon’s being was being dedicated to just catching her.

They both reached the cloud-house at the same time, Rainbow Dash pulling off a perfectly tight turn while Bloodmoon swung out wide and lost a lot of ground. Almost all seemed lost, before Rainbow pulled an unexpected move and slowed down to Bloodmoon’s lessened pace.

“You look like you’re having some difficulty keeping up,” Rainbow teased with a smirk. “Starting to regret challenging the Fastest Flyer in Equestria?”
Bloodmoon narrowed her eyes while struggling out a reply. “I… I’m going to b-beat you!” With that, she pushed herself harder and pulled ahead.

But only temporarily.

“Looks like I’m going to have to make it more clear!” Rainbow Dash shouted while increasing her own speed. “Prepare for the Sonic Rainboom!”

Bloodmoon watched while Rainbow Dash sped up even more, a crackling energy appearing around her. Soaring through the skies, Rainbow Dash practically disappeared when a loud boom rang out and a burst of rainbow colour obscured her from view.

“No!” Bloodmoon shouted to herself, her wings entering an almost desperate speed of flaps.

She didn’t even notice the red and black arcs of energy form around her outstretched forehooves before it was too late.


“Do, dobie-do-do-dee, oh what a feeling to finally feel this free. What a joy it is to currently be me and feel this…”

Nigel stopped singing to himself when he felt the dirt above him move, and with great strain he managed to move his helmet back and up so he was staring towards the surface.

He flinched only slightly when a silver gardening trowel pierced the soil and collided against his helmet with a thunk. Upon opening his eyes, he found himself staring out towards a shocked pair of wide green eyes.

“Now,” he began slowly after activating his helmet speakers. “I know what this looks like, but let’s both act with a nice and quiet degree of calmness about this whole situation…”


“And the racers are neck and neck, hoof to hoof, tail to tail, wing to wing!”

Pinkie Pie continued to announce the progress of the race to the empty field, her tail wagging as she sat and observed the pair in the sky.

“Round the house they go, and a very good turn for Dashie! Bloodmoon is a little slower but still isn’t out of it yet! Go Dashie! Go Bloodmoon!”

She jumped to her hooves as the racers began their final stretch, party poppers at the ready for the winner (and even some for the loser as well).

“And Bloodmoon’s pulling ahead… oh, look! It’s the Sonic Rainboom!”

The tell-tale rainbow streak was hard to miss, even from where she was standing. Rainbow Dash pulled ahead with tremendous speed, Pinkie jumping for joy as the winner approached. A small part of her mind questioned whether Dash could land safely at the finish line at the speed she was going, but it was overturned by the pure excitement of the competition.

“With the Sonic Rainboom, it looks like that Rainbow Dash will retain her title of Fastest- but wait, what’s this!?”

Pinkie’s grin grew wider when, with a booming crack, a red-and-black glow burst out from Bloodmoon. The midday sky seemed to darken slightly, and with a wizz and a bang the glow turned into a blazing trail of energy that completely overshadowed the rainbow that Dash was leaving behind.

A thunderous roar passed overhead as, in a gigantic upset, Bloodmoon passed Rainbow Dash at more than twice the speed!

Pinkie Pie barely caught the newcomer zip over the finish line first, but a split second later and the party poppers and whistles were already going off.

“Yay!” Pinkie cheered up as both of the oppositely coloured streaks died out. “We have a winner, and new champion!” She looked up towards her friend, Rainbow Dash hovering up in the air with her mouth hanging open wide enough to catch a dragon. “Sorry Dashie, but that was amaza-rific!”

Bloodmoon slowly flew down towards Pinkie, swaying from side-to-side as her erratic path brought her closer and closer to the ground. Pinkie winced when the new Fastest Flyer in Equestria ploughed into the grassy field side first, before she quickly bounded over with her happiness dampened with concern.

“Oh no, are you all right?”

“Wha… What happened?” Bloodmoon mumbled out with a spluttering of dirt, before she made to get up. “All I remember is going really, really fast.” She got to her hooves and dusted herself off.

“You won!” Pinkie announced after quickly giving her a glance over to ensure that she wasn’t hurt. “You beat Dashie in the race!”

Bloodmoon slowly grinned. “I did?”

“Wha… How… I don’t… huh!?”

Both of them looked up to find that Rainbow Dash had lowered towards them. Her lower jaw was still hanging low, Pinkie Pie stifling a laugh at how funny her friend looked.

“See, I told you,” Bloodmoon teased while sticking out her tongue at the defeated pegasus. “I’m more than just boast, and now you’re the one that’s toast!”

“Toast? Yummy!” Pinkie added with a happy bounce. “Speaking of toast, there’s one other thing! For coming in first, and for coming in second, you both win a yummy lunch at Sugercube Corner!”

“Yay!” Bloodmoon cheered before beginning to prance around with joy. “I get to be fastest and have lunch! Will there be muffins?”

Pinkie nodded with a grin. “Of course, when isn’t there muffins? That’d be silly!” She looked back up at Rainbow Dash. “Come on Dashie, you may have lost, but at least you can be second fastest!”

“I… how… why… what?”

“Dashie may just need a quick break to recover,” Pinkie advised Bloodmoon with a sagely nod. “She’ll catch up to us for sure.” She pointed a hoof towards Ponyville. “Now let’s go and have lunch, all this refereeing has made me starving!”

“I’m not going to refuse,” Bloodmoon giggled. “But first, I have to find Nigel and let him know that I won!”

Right as she said that, a faint shouting rose up from the direction of Ponyville. Both pricked their ears up, Rainbow Dash still too busy staring at Bloodmoon with a gobsmacked expression.

“Help, Monster! There’s a monster in my garden!”

Pinkie shook her head with a small giggle, before trotting off back towards town.

“Come on then,” she called back to Bloodmoon. “It sounds like Roseluck has already found him!”


“Ma’am, please stop trying to scratch my helmet!”

“Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhhhh!”

“Please, if you-“

“AH!”

“-Just let me explain...”

“Get out, get out! Ah! Monster!”

“Okay, that’s it! Holy shit, calm the fuck down you tiny horse!”

Nigel continued to fume when the small spade came down again and collided with his helmet’s visor. The metal trowel merely scuffed the surface of the metal faceplate, but it still ran the risk of hitting one of the microscopic cameras that provided him with vision.

He would have reached out and physically restrained the light-yellow mare that was currently fighting back tears as her reddish-purple mane swayed from side to side with every trowel thrust, but unfortunately his choice to bury himself feet-first in the garden was proving to not be the smartest of moves. With his helmet being the first thing the frantic pony had dug up, he was stuck staring at her as she continuously flipped out.

“Ah!” Thunk. “Ahh!” Thunk. “Ahhhh!” Thunk.

‘A thousand curses upon this fucked-up planet!’ Nigel thought with his irritation quickly rising. ‘I swear, as soon as I get away from here I’m going to have the fucking navy blast it into tiny pieces!’ The thought of complete devastation actually reminded him of his original aim of the garden concealment. ‘Well, at least this hysterical pony wasn’t Nightplague Shitmoon, give thanks for that.’

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed the ceasing of the trowel attack. Nor did he pick up on the muffled conversation that was occurring above him.

No, the thing that clued Nigel into his mistake of thanking his lucky stars too early was the large fang-filled grin that took up most of his vision.

“Nigey!” Bloodmoon greeted with a kiss on his helmet. “That’s not how you get me some roses, silly!”

“I wasn’t-“

“I do appreciate the thought though. It makes me so happy that I have such a caring coltfriend that loves me so much! Now I’ll help you get out, we’re going to have lunch to celebrate me become the Fastest Flyer in Equestria!”

Nigel stared at her from his spot in the garden.

“Somehow, someway, someday, I will finally kill you and be rid of you for good.”

All that happened was another happy smile.

“Aw, sometimes you just say the sweetest things!”


“I do feel pity for them, Applejack. Such a trouble-filled relationship.”

Applejack turned her head away from the bizarre sceptical playing out in Roseluck’s garden and glanced over. “Why Rarity, I just couldn’t tell.”

Rarity harrumphed and flicked her mane with a hoof. “Well, pardon me for voicing my observation then.”

It looked as if Applejack was going to retort, but a frantic trotting drew their attention. Glancing behind them, Rarity spotted a frazziled Twilight hurrying up to them with a roll of loose parchment trailing from an open saddlebag.

“Girls, we need to go to Canterlot, now!” Twilight huffed out. “I need to urgently talk with Princess Celestia, and we need to bring along Bloodmoon!”

“Everything alright Twi?” Applejack questioned, but Rarity was focused on Bloodmoon and Chalmers once more.

‘That gives me an idea,’ she thought to herself as Twilight explained whatever was bothering her to Applejack. She watched while Bloodmoon attempted to pull Nigel out of the ground by his helmet, the human making the attempt as difficult as possible.

‘I’m sure that all of these issues could be resolved by a simple train trip up to the Crystal Empire and a certain Princess of Love…’

With a smile on her face, Rarity began to trot off without letting Twilight finish.

“I’ll grab the tickets, leave it to me!”

“Are you sure Rarity?” Twilight inquired after her. "Normally you prefer more notice."

“Oh, yes dear,” Rarity smiled to herself. “I’m quite sure.”

Comments ( 44 )
SRY

Awesome chapter, and poor Nigel.

i have this very strong suspicion that you REALLY dislike the displaced story arcs. its a very strong suspicion.

7173019 I never would have guessed! What gave you that idea? :trollestia:

Beautiful word counts, my good sir.

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just something about the introduction of that kyle guy, im pretty sure i laughed thru the entire reading of that

Rarity, you filthy Nailhead, if you subject my favorite character to Cadence's blatant use of bucking mind control, I will make certain we are the first individuals in Equestria to truly explore every, single, minute fact of the unicorn body, including whether or not the rumors of alicorn (the substance) properties are true... And you will have the honor of being my buckmothering test subject!!!:pinkiecrazy:

(P.S.: I can and will make a live action adaptation of Cupcake. Guess what your role will be, lady rare? And better, which role is mine? And better still, how much artistic license I'll use?!?)

‘The last thing I remember is that creepy dude in that costume store.’

Yes...

Gone was Kyle Notinsertington, and in his place was Hero Muchiangsti from the hit anime show Fuan O Daite Iru Ma Oku No Wakai Jūdai No Wakamono-tachi wa, Haruka Ni Aku to Tatakaimasu, which when translated in Gaijin was ‘Many Young Teens Fight Much Evil While Brooding Angst’.

I dub thee Edgelord Hero!

The innocent flora was unable to cope with the sheer angst and edge that penetrated its once sturdy bark

Bucking outstanding. I give him a score of seven edges out of a cube.

‘Cruel Maiden who invites me into the arms of oblivion, how I unwittingly entered your tragic embrace.’
Or, at least that’s what Hero Muchiangsti would have come up with as a final goodbye to the audience. Kyle, being the teenager that he was, wasn’t quite as proficient with his words during his final thoughts.
‘The Fuck? This shit completely blows…’

And alas, the Edgelord Hero had perished in a manner most fitting; anticlimactically.

*sits down in beach chair and summon lemonade glass and waits* Time to wait for the mother loads of 'impossibilities' when they come to the Empire, possibly cameos of characters from other stories. Then again this is a parody of sorts-- I highly doubt we will see cameos as Dropbear has more uses for them to be in stories than in comedy....I think.

With a katana on one end and a massive scythe on the other,

This just makes me think the handle is a blade....

You keep up this word count and I won't expect the story to end until we hit chapter 666

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7173025
I find it rather ironic, considering most of his stories would fall into the same category as the displaced stories.

Fuan O Daite Iru Ma Oku No Wakai Jūdai No Wakamono-tachi wa, Haruka Ni Aku to Tatakaimasu, which when translated in Gaijin was ‘Many Young Teens Fight Much Evil While Brooding Angst’

I love that Anime.

Constructed from a mixture of daemon blood and angel tears, the deep red weapon was a thing of horrific beauty. With a katana on one end and a massive scythe on the other, as well as a magical battery of dark runes along the haft, it was a weapon that had ended the lives of many powerful daemon lords as well as countless neglectful step-fathers.

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, my semen is capable of taming any animal or beast that it comes (hehe, ‘cums’) into contact with,

Even for a fic like this...

‘I… huff… didn’t expect running to be so… gasp, difficult,’

And now to traumatize the princess of love

And Bloodmoon saved the world!
Yaaaaaay! Meanwhile, Nigel is plotting to blow up the world.
He might even manage to do it if he recruited Bloodmoon for it, but that would defeat the point, eh?

7173198

i dunno, i cant think of a single protagonist that nigel came from a video game/movie genre.

7173645
Maybe because I've read so many, but not all displaced protags have to be transformed. They just need to be sent to Equestria, and usually get some kind of power or powers in the process. That being said, in several of the Displaced stories, the protags get there powers in Equestria, usually due to finding/acquiring an ancient magical relic, and in three (that I only have a vague recollection of) the humans never got powers at all.

7173198 I'd have to disagree. None of Dropbear's stories features anything like displaced fics. He actually writes backstories for characters and reasoning that makes a lick of logical sense. Contrast that to displaced fics which follow a specific formula and gives random teens powers by putting on consumes at a con and being sent to Equestria. And then they almost always go through some thought processes that makes zero internal sense logical wise, and either end up being a slice of life, a villain being an asshole, or 'hero' being annoying. It's like they think life is a video game, or that the costume controls their mind in some ridiculous manner. Most of the time all the characters are OOC, especially Celestia and Luna, and act ridiculously. Most of the time the protagonist is a generic teen of three flavors: misanthropic asshole, sarcastic asshole, shy asshole.

I could go on, but I think you see my point. Also, I bet you are going to say "But not all the displaced stories are bad!!!". You might be right, but I have yet to see one good one. Ever.

PS: Holy shit, typing with a band-aid on the tip of one of my index fingers is so freaking annoying. I made so many freaking typos that I had to correct it's not even funny.

"I AM THE BUSH GUARDIAN, GUARDIAN OF THE BUSH!"

"ROSELUCK QUIVERS BEFORE HIM!"

“Get out, get out! Ah! Monster!”

"F*** OFF!

Oh thank goodness an update, I was experiencing severe Chalmers withdrawal.

7173669

I remember "shackles and friendship" it wasn't a displaced fic so no cancer from it but it was a good read until the author vanished after attending the hack reactor boot camp.

That story's hidden (and not so hidden) assumption was that humankind doesn't have a limit of power and that our minds are the most powerful tool we really need in order for us to use what is supplied by nature.

So that means no preconceived ideas of what power really is, only what you can do with it and what your body can be stressed to

7173195

What?

Chapters are 6,666 words, so we need 6,666 chapters :pinkiecrazy:

How wonderful. I'm glad to see this story getting some love again. I loved Bloodmoon interacting with the main six. She's just so awesome.

I think six chapters would be easier to pull off than six hundred, though I have to wonder how they'll get rid of Mary- I mean Nightblade.

I'm loving this.

7173669 Nah, displaced is, by definition, sent to equestria, turned into costume.

Everything else is just HiE.

7185954
I'm just going by what I've read that is currently in the Displaced groups. And technically, all of the Displaced stories, be they transformed, costumed, or not, are HiEs, because the main character(s) were human before getting sent to Equestria.

7188054
I think the point lefthand is trying to make is that while my fics are similar to Displaced in that it contains elements that make it HIE (Ie a human/humans), my fics lack the requirements that make a HIE fic a Displaced Fic:

1. Humans in costumes from pop-culture gaining the powers of said costume.
2. A 'merchant' sending them to Equestria
3. Following the 'Displaced Lore' system that they have going.

See this Dispalced lore post for more examples.

Besides, let's be honest. Displaced fics are really just a way to get the author's self into the 'shoes' of their favorite character, and then getting that character into Equestria so they can interact with the author's favorite ponies. Then they go one deeper, and crossover with more Displaced.

7188092
Well, while I'd like to argue the point further, I guess it doesn't really matter that much in the end. Anyway, still love your work and am eagerly awaiting the next chapter.:twilightsmile:

Oh Celestia have mercy on his soul.

At the end please have the space navy blow that planet up? so he can finally sing his death valley song AND SO WE ALL CAN REST KNOWING THAT THE WORLDS GREATEST EVIL DIED! BECAUSE I DONT IM GOING TO SLEEP CUZ THE NIGHTMARES

Poor, poor Nigel. Well at least it's not me. Although I do wonder if he will actually ever kill her, if only temporarily.

WHO HERE IS A FAN OF WAKFU!!!

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I cast a vote to the MetaFic of Ultimate Nigel Crossover. Thus says The Neckbeard.

that word count

7637395 THE ORDER OF THE NECK BEARD HAS DECIDED

Of course you never finished it... it's only right.

7475777
Yes. That would be amazing.

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This comment is about a year old

I JUST FUCKING REALIZED THAT EACH CHAPTER IS 6,666 WORDS LONG.

when translated in Gaijin 

He needs an AMX turret on him, and then has to ride a Skink into battle.

I dint notice Bloodmoon was a popular oc name. the more you know

7475777

Wouldn't that be Twilight's Metaversal Blunder?

And yes, I am necroing an old comment posted by a sleeping account, fak u Drop. >:)

Observing.

"What more could you want?"
That you finish your fics!
It's been 7 years!

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