Voodoo Anon (Updates suspended until whenever.)

>As you open the door to Zecora’s wooden shack you almost pass out from the strong scent of herbs and chemicals.

>You enter regardless, Twilight offered you too much to pass down this delivery.

>Unfortunately, it would appear that Zecora is absent.

>Being the honorable man you are, you resolve to wait until she gets back before leaving, and not mess with any of her things.

>That resolution last about five minutes.

>You toss the package, whatever nerdy experiment it may be, into the nearby cauldron.

>You’re sure she will find it before using it, and you can’t leave it in the open for a thief to see it.

>With your delivery complete, you begin to rummage through her things.

>Hmm, a weird snarling mask, some potion labeled whale semen, a set of pony dolls.

>You pick up the figurines. It strikes you as strange that Zecora would be playing with dolls at her age, but to each their own.

>On closer inspection they appear to be extremely well made. You can even make out the individual feathers of the Pegasi dolls’ wings.

>Twilight would get a kick out of these! You decide to ‘borrow’ them for a bit, sure that you’ll remember to return them… eventually.

>You put them back in the box and head out with it in tow before Zecora gets back.

 

>Sitting on the balcony of the Library you gaze through the telescope at canterlot.

>When you got back from the Everfree you found a note detailing Twilight’s traveling.

>Something about becoming a princess or mary sue or something.

>And it seems as if there’s quite the celebration going on.

>Oh well.

>It’s not like you wanted to go…

>Nope…

>You put down the telescope and pull out the case of dolls.

>Something about them is just alluring, and the longer you’ve had them with you the more you’ve been wanting to figure them out.

>You pull one out and hold it in your hand.

>It’s a small pegasus one, it’s mane kind of tomboyish and with undersized wings.

>An idea comes to you, and you go grab a piece of paper from Twilight’s desk, and a small quill to go with it.

>You fold the paper into a small plane, deem it the S.S. Poontang, and load the Pegasus doll.

“Fly my minion! Fly!”

>Tossing it from the balcony, you watch as the little thing zooms off, gliding through the air gracefully, catching the occasional updraft and being sent flying farther.

>It does this for a while, seemingly have a mind of it’s own as it dances about the breezes.

>As it looks to finally be ready to crash, an orange blur catches your eye.

>And then catches your chest, knocking you from the balcony into the bushes below.

 

>You pull yourself out of the shrubbery, confused as to what happened.

>As you look up your gaze is met by a set of dark purple eyes, looking down beggingly.

>”Anon! Help!”

>Scootaloo’s gripping the balcony’s railing with her front hooves, floating above you as if pulled by an invisible force.

>You rush up the stairs and grab her behind her front legs, fighting the invisible force with all your might, Scootaloo beginning to whimper in pain as the fight carries on.

>It doesn’t take long before the force suddenly gives in, and the both of you are flung against the wooden deck.

>”Ouch…”

>You get back to your feet look to the little filly in confusion, as unsure as she is about what just happened.

>As you look at her, you begin to realize just how much that doll resembled her.

“A-Anon?”

>Is it possible?

“Scootaloo, before… whatever that was… happened, what were you doing?”

>”Well… Me and the Cutie Mark Crusaders were trying to get our cutie marks in curling, and I began to slip on the ice.”

“Uhuh, and then?”

>”I tried to steer myself with my wings, and suddenly began to float! I thought I finally could fly! Then whatever that thing was began to drag me around…”

>You look for the doll and see it lying in the grass by Sugarcube Corner, the plane stuck in a bush below their window.

“Hey Scootaloo,” you say as you point to the doll. “Can you go grab that? I have an idea…”

 

>You drag two floor pillows and a pair of binoculars up to the balcony, plopping down on one pillow and sliding the other two objects to Scootaloo.

>She in turn hands the doll to you, and you hold it up for a comparison.

>Sure enough, everything is the same. From the shame of her mane to the chip in her tooth she’s yet to notice.

>You place it on top of the case where she can see it clearly.

“See this?”

>”I’m not blind you know.”

“Right… Well this is, if I’m correct, a Voodoo doll. Specifically, one made for you.”

>”Coooool!”

“Right, and this case? Chock full of them.”

>”Is there one for Diamond Tiara? Can we shave her mane?”

“Maybe later, but let’s test them out first.”

>You pull out one of the dolls at random.

>Looking at it, you try to figure out who it is.

>Giant muscles…

>Disheveled, crew cut mane…

>Tiny wings…

>A pierced ear…

>Must be Bon Bon.

“See Bon Bon anywhere?”

>”I don’t think that’s…”

“Do you or do you not see her?”

>”She’s over by the fountain eating. I don’t think that’s her tho-”

>You take the doll and begin to lick it, starting at the face and moving towards the back.

>Nothing.

>Huh, maybe it’s faulty...

 

-Snowflake’s POV-

>You walk through the rows of booths at the Iron Pony convention, looking for something to catch your eye.

>So far this convention has been a nothing letdown to a stallion like you.

>The protein shakes are only at most a quart, the weights only go up to 1750 pounds, and they don’t even sell nail cereal.

>It’s as if these ponies don’t even lift…

>”Come one, come all, for the AMAZING new Bulk Builder 6000 from Flim Flam industries!

>Hmm?

>You head up to the demonstration, your interest sparked but not getting your hopes up.

>”This here machine is guaranteed to double the size of your muscles in as little as seven days!”

>On the stage is a pair of unicorn speakers, thin as tooth picks, standing next to a blue minoutaur.

>”Doctors and personal trainers from all over the country have reported amazing results with the Bulk Builder 6000, just ask world famous body builder and motivational speaker Iron Will!”

>”That’s right folks, the Bulk Builder 6000 is an amazing machine and has my full approval. I, Iron Will, have recommended many a doormat of a pony to this wondrous machine, and have seen outstanding results!”

>”Order today and…”

>Something touches your face and you stop listening.

>It’s like a moist, ethereal presence, beginning at your chin and slowly moving across your face.

>You’re frozen with fear, afraid of what otherworldly horror it could be.

>Unable to see what it is, your mind starts dancing around, trying to figure out.

>It could be a spider!

>Or a ghost!

>Or worst…!

>A Ghost spider!

>You thrash your head side to side to shake it off.

>That doesn’t work, and it begins to move to your neck.

>You sprint to get it off, knocking over a few stalls and sending small groupings flying.

>The presence however persists, and continues moving down your spine.

>You must warn the others.

>Running onto the stage, you push the two unicorns out of the side and grab the mic.

”YEAH!”

>The ponies of the crowd look on in confusion.

>Those poor fools.

>You may not be able to save them or yourself, but there is one thing you can do.

>Mutual Assured Destruction.

>You pick up the Bulk Builder and toss it at the row of support collums holding the convention center roof up.

>The building collapses, and as pieces fall near you may be your last words.

“YEEAH!”

 

-Anonymous’ POV-

>You stop licking the doll. Whatever it does Bon Bon seems either immune or completely oblivious.

>Regardless, you decide to try another.

“Here Scootaloo, you pick one.”

>”She nudges open the case with her nose, and rummages through.

>”Hmm…”

>Occasionally lifting one only to put it back, she takes a while to choose one.

>”Hey! This one looks cool!”

>She lifts out a unicorn, with a tomboyish mane, glasses, and a horn carved of what may be ivory.

“Who in Equestria is that?”

>Scootaloo thinks for a bit before speaking.

>”I think it’s Vinyl Scratch! She’s a dubstep artist in Canterlot.

“Dubstep?”

>”Yeah, it’s this music that-“

“I know what it is. I’m just trying to think of an appropriate fate for such a crime against nature.”

>”F-fate?”

“Shh…”

>You gaze at a cloud while you ponder.

“I think I’ve got one…”

 

-Vinyl’s POV-

>You place the last amp in place and head over to your soundboard.

>As much as you hate to admit it, that collapsed convention was a life saver.

>If it wasn’t for the time it bought you, there’s no way this set up would be finished in time for the coronation.

>You bend over to work on the wiring, and your ear begins to twitch.

“Anyone there?”

>You look around the room and see no one.

>As you get back to the wires you hear it again.

>It sounds like a faint… giggling?

>Your hooves suddenly feel tingly.

>Briefly fearing a loose wire, you jump back.

>Odd, nothing seems loose.

>The tingling persists though, feeling as if someone is violently tickling you.

>You have to stifle a giggle, and the sensation begins to move between your belly and your stomach.

>It’s getting strong now, almost painful.

>You can’t help but to laugh now, finding yourself unable to stand from it.

>Suddenly, it stops.

>And then you’re hoisted into the air, and it’s back in full.

“WHAT THE BUCK?”

>Every part of you is subject to it, even your tongue.

“Haha! Somebody! Help! HELP!”

>You’re placed on your hindlegs and the sensation stops.

>You still can’t move though, as if some invisible talon is holding you.

>And then your hind legs begin to dance.

“Bucks sake!”

>They move around, tapping on the floor in a strange rhythm matter.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgGAzBDE454

>As you move about the room the ticking sensation begin again.

>By Celestia, you think you’re going to be sick.