- >>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
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The Story That Never Was - Chapter 26
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