Title:           The Story That Never Was - Chapter 26
Author:          Shermanator
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First Edit:      Thursday 20th of December 2012 02:26:31 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 20th of December 2012 02:26:31 AM CDT

>>Dawn
>>You have not slept
>>You spent the whole night running and hiding
>>What do ponies look like when they're exhausted?
>>You came to the fountain in the center of Ponyville Park
>>Upon looking down into the water, you see the reflection of Lyra
>>You cringe
>>You growl
>>You dash your hoof into the image, causing it to fade away in a splash
>>Where could Lyra be with your body?
>>What could she be doing to it?
>>She seemed so sweet, so innocent and misguided
>>Even if ridiculously creepy
>>You would have never figured her for the a witch
>>These ponies probably called them scholars and scientists
>>But in your eyes, this is nothing but witchcraft
>>This whole thing was so unnatural
>>You hated this
>>And you hated Lyra
>>You had no idea what you were planning
>>But you knew enough for now
>>Time to get your body back
 
>>Lyra, still housed in your body, exited your house
>>As she worked the key, she smiled brightly
>>Hands. She always had a thing for hands
>>Even if her grasp of them was flawed, as seen by the fact that she dropped the key
>>“Oh, shoot~!”
>>She picked it up and locked the door
>>She turned around
>>And you were there, waiting for her
>>You were poised for action, your horn lowered and your eyes glaring up at your target with hatred
>>“Hello, Lyra!”
 
>>She...he... whatever, it waved at you like nothing happened
>>This made you growl
I'm here for my body
>>“Why, Lyra, what ever are you talking about?”
>>You slam a hoof into the ground
Shut up.
>>It was still so early in the morning
>>Far too early for this shit
>>Twilight hours. Nopony was around to see this
>>You had Lyra right where you needed her
>>“Hm.”
>>“What are YOU going to do, my little pony?”
>>She taunts you with your own smartass grin
Gah!
>>You kick your forehoof into the cobblestone and take off at best speed towards your own body
>>Lyra sidesteps it easily enough, causing you to ram into the door
>>You fall in a heap
>>Stars fill your vision
>>“Please”
>>She says, shrugging
>>You gradually recover and shake it off before turning to face her once more
>>You clench your teeth, narrow your eyes, and growl with a sound that can only be described as a threatening wolf
>>“I've spent years learning to walk like you, to sit like you, to act like and BE like you”
>>She warmly smiles, like she was your friend or something
>>It infuriates you
>>“Slipping into this body has been a simple transition. You? You wobble around like a filly that hasn't been potty trained yet.”
I'll give you one warning, you two-bit magician: Give me back my body...
Right
Now
>>Your words are punctuated by acid
>>She was underestimating you
>>You hope to Celestia that you aren't underestimating her
>>She snickers
>>You take a step forward and issue another growl
 
>>“Oh, my, Lyra! I'm afraid that if you don't halt your dreadful advances, I will have to defend myself!”
>>She put up her dukes, just like you
>>Your anger spikes
>>How dare she mimic you so fucking well?!
>>“I know just what the human form can do. I've been aching to try it out!”
>>Perhaps you had a competitive vein in your last life
>>Because you stood on your hind hooves
>>Lyra's body was strangely complaint with this
>>It almost preferred this
>>And, you had to admit, your equine blood was surging
>>You stomp forward, and your legs respond perfectly with your commands
>>You must have looked like such a freak
>>But you were a REAL human
>>She was just a pony
Lyra,
>>You say, rolling up your non-existent 'sleeve'
You have no idea what you're getting yourself into.
 
>>Your body was slow
>>But so was hers
>>You were both fighting with a handicap
>>You knew what you were doing
>>She was more familiar with her new body than you were
>>And, you admit, this might not have been the best idea
>>Lyra's body could stand alright
>>It walked acceptably well
>>But rapid maneuvers were retarded by the equine joints of the body
>>Joints you are still trying to get familiar with
>>You have no way to reach her head
>>So you're going to have to beat her down with body shots
>>Only thing you're familiar with, here, is her having range on you
>>No big deal
>>She has a hard time tracking you as you get in close
>>She throws a right hook, you weave under it
>>Your hips whirl into a good right cross to the gut
>>Ah, the good old cross. Never lets you down. By far your favorite. Real basic, real effective.
 
>>The fight should have been over right then and there, but the human before you still stands
>>You realize something
>>You've fought Unicorns before
>>They hit like pillows
>>And you don't know how the hell to use the horn
>>Shit
>>She gives a single-note chuckle
>>You look into your hoof with disbelief
>>And before you know it, you are clocked in the cheek by a powerful shovel hook
>>It sends you reeling, and you fall on your flank
>>The shovel hook? Really?
>>Celestia; why didn't you think of that back when it would have mattered?
>>Jeez, that was brilliant
>>But you can't afford to gush too much
>>“What's wrong, Lyra? You were eager enough thirty seconds ago!”
>>You wipe a marshmallow hoof across your mouth and get back up on all fours
>>Okay. You're not going to beat yourself by fighting like yourself
>>Wouldn't be that simple, of course
>>But what else do you know?
>>Come on, Anon. Your special talent is kicking ass
>>Lyra beckons you
>>You're not stupid
>>You can be hard headed at times, but not totally stupid
>>She be trollan
>>You hatin'
>>You need to catch her riding dirty
>>That is, there's got to be a mistake somewhere in her form
>>Because, after all, she is not you. She just thinks she's that good
>>Just then you have an epiphany
>>Her legs are spread too far apart
>>She doesn't know the shoulder-width rule
>>She's just doing what she thinks she's seen you do
>>You smile wickedly at Lyra, who anticipates your continued willingness to fight for what's yours
>>If you can't win this by fighting like a human...
>>You'll win this by fighting like a pony
 
>>You charge at her, at best speed
>>She throws an overhand
>>You slip past it, and pass between the tall human limbs
>>You get behind her
>>“What?!”
>>You throw your weight on your front hooves, coil your hind legs under yourself
>>And buck her legs right out from under her
>>With a hop, skip, and a jump, you clear the impact zone before she goes down like a tree
>>“Oof!”
>>Before she can recover, you are right there
>>You stand on her body, all four hooves on the torso
>>With a sinister grin, you wiggle yourself
>>The pressure of the four hooves concentrated on her torso causes her to scream in your whiny scream
Hurts, doesn't it?
>>She tries to throw up her arms to stop you, but you pin them down with your forehooves
>>She screams once more
>>You lift a hoof from her arm and slam it down on her shoulder, grinding the point into the soft node
>>This solicits an echoing howl of pain
So how much do you know about human anatomy, smartass?
>>She's crying your tears
That's your brachial plexus. And this...
>>You lift one of your hind legs and slam the hoof down on the center of your body's mass
>>She writhes uncontrollably
That's the solar plexus. Want me to keep going? I can show you more. Want to try for the sacral plexus?
>>She shakes her head, tears pouring from her face
Then...
GIVE
>>You press your face closer to hers
ME
>>You holler down at her
BACK
>>You are frothing at the mouth
MY
>>You gotta admit. You are furious, but you're feeling pretty good. You've actually won a fight!
>>For being the toughest guy in Ponyville, you sure get your shit ruined a lot
 
BOD...
>>Just then a sharp whistling sound causes both you and Lyra to look up
>>You are knocked for a loop
>>Sent tumbling
>>Your world inverts
>>And, finally, you land on the ground
>>On your back
>>You attempt to sit up, but a pair of light blue hooves pin you down at the shoulders
>>You look up to see a pair of violet eyes looking down at you with extreme prejudice
D-Dashie?!
>>She raises a hoof and clocks you in the head
>>Dreamless sleep becomes you
 
>>You know what? You're getting used to it
>>Your eyes crease open, and you find yourself laying back in the lap of none other than BonBon the Destroyer
>>She wipes your face clear of something with a wet rag
>>“Oh, Lyra...”
>>She says
>>“I don't know what's gotten into you, but BonBon will make it all better.”
>>There are tears in her eyes
>>You curl your equine legs over yourself nervously
>>Fuck, back to square one