Title: Scrunchin' with the Punch (AiE one-shot, Berry Punch) Author: ponescribe Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/d6KkNadS First Edit: Sunday 10th of March 2013 06:34:27 PM CDT Last Edit: Sunday 10th of March 2013 06:34:27 PM CDT >Day Unconscious Mimicry in Equestria >Be Anon >Be out on a picnic with best purplehorse, Berry Punch >Lil' Pinch isn't with her >It's a school day >That would be truancy >You're about halfway through the food >Sunny day, gentle breeze, a few other happy pones in the park around you >Feels good man >Just chillin' here in hoersyland with your best bud, Best Purple >Yeah, yeah -- Twilight's cool and all, but 1) you hardly ever see her anymore since she sprouted wings, and 2) bright purple is best purple >That's all there is to it >... >Friggin' Sparklecorn >A wild snickering appears >Turn left, engage glare "What" >Berry's wearing her smug smile >She does that a lot around you "What!" >"You're doing it again." "Doing what?" >"A very ponyish facial expression." "'Ponyish'? Come on, even with the snout thing, our expressions are a lot alike." >"Oh, sure..." >Buuut... >"I've just never seen you do scrunchface until this week." >Huh? "'Scrunchface'?" >"Yeah, you've talked about it before." >ORLY? >Moment of recollection >...Ya. Rly. >With newfound self-awareness, you wipe yet another scrunch off your face >Turn back to Berry >She's still looking at you >Still smug >Why is your face hot >She finally turns away to calmly regard her sandwich >Go back to your own >"And now here you are, doing it yourself." "Hmph." >Your nose twitches >You can feel her looking at you again >Stay focused on your sandwich >"The circle is complete." >Take an enormous bite of sandwich to disguise the scrunch that comes unbidden >"You're a real pony now, Anon." >It keeps happening >Chew angrily >"Welcome to the herd." >That's it >Throw your sandwich down >...Gently >You want to finish it later "Berry, stahp. You're making me all self-conscious." >She has herself a giggle >You can't be mad at adorable little horse people >Better switch tactics   >Look sad and gaze wistfully into the distance "Not that I wasn't to begin with, being twice as tall and half as legged as most every other critter I meet." >No reply >Look over >Berry's now wearing her best sadface, making like she's playing a tiny violin >You can't help but chuckle >This mare >"I can't believe you still try to pull that 'I'm so alone!' act -- and with ME of all ponies!" >Damn "I know, I know. Sometimes I manage to forget that you're heartless." >"Well, you're one of us, now. This changes everything." >All attempts at concealment have failed >Self-control? >Forget it >You cover your scrunched face with your hands in shame >A soft hoof pats your shoulder >"Just embrace it, my dear pony-faced friend. It is a gift -- perhaps from Celestia herself!" >Time to go on the offensive >Make ugliest hoers + scrunch face possible >Give it to your friend "THANK YOU SO MUCH PRINCESS CELESTIA! AT LAST I AM AS PRETTY AS A PONY!" >... >"...Yeaaah... That's definitely a human face." >You've got her on the ropes "You know what? I think you're jealous." >"Ha! Right, jealous of... what, exactly?" >She turns her hooves up and gestures to empty air >That cheeky... >...Horse. "My scrunch face is cuter." >"Pfft! Ain't nothin' cuter than a purple pony, and you know it." >Ignore strong and sassy mare who don't need no stallion, press offensive "Yeah, see, I've actually got a proper nose..." >No shame now, only confidence >Demonstrate textbook scrunch >"Hmm, I give you an A for effort, but Anon, you just weren't born with it." >Intensify your cuteness >Berry scrunches back >The duel begins >Make best kawaii eyes >...Berry's got you beat there, hands down >Shit man, what else've you got?! >...Hands >Slowly and deliberately cup your face with your hands, fingertips resting daintily on your cheeks >Berry moves to imitate... >Softly drum your fingertips on your cheeks >"Grrrr..." >Victory is assured   >Berry rears up on her back hooves >"YOU THINK YOU CAN SCRUNCH WITH THE PUNCH!?" >ohshi >"RAAAA!!" >Brace for impact! >*pof-pomfpomfpof* >... >A flurry of marshmallow hooves >lol >Your laughing only makes her attacks faster >And more hilarious >You have to stop this before you piss yourself >Scoop Berry with one arm, start petting her mane with the other "There, there, Berry. Sometimes other people are better than you at things. It doesn't make you a bad pony..." >"Rrggh..." "...Just not the best." >She won't hold still >Grip... breaking... >You might have to use your other hand >...For tickling >Hmm, nah >You're gonna need both hands for this >Strategic release, fingers to her ribs >"AAAaahahaha*gasp*NO FA-HA-HAAIR!*gasp*STOP! STA-Hahap! Haha-ANON! AIEEE! *gasp* Stop! Seriously! HAHhaha" >All too easy "Just accept the scrunch supremacy of the human master race, Berry, and all of this can be over." >"ARRGH*gasp*NEVER!" >Pony limbs flailing everywhere >Things are getting dangerous >At these speeds, if one of those hoov-- >*POW* >... >Like you were saying... >But that wasn't a marshmallow hoof >That was an iron hoof >And those are pretty stars swimming in the sky   >"Ohmygosh Anon! I'm so-so-so sorry! Are you okay? Talk to me, Anon!" "Nngh." >It hurts "Berry." >"I'm here, Anon! Let me get you some ice, just hold on, okay?!" "Berrry." >"I know, I know! Just hang on a second!" >Hear the tinkling of ice being fished out of the pitcher >You can't feel your nose >Where once was nose, now there is only throbbing >And agony >...But pain will not, CANNOT keep you from victory "*cough* I'm afraid, Berry. *coughcough*" >"Stop being silly. Here, take this ice." "I don't... I don't think I can..." >Berry looks at you, perplexed "If I don't make it..." >"Oh, please. Seriously, Anon, you need to--" "--Just!... Please. Just remember me like this, Berry..." >Take her face in your hands >Look deep into her eyes, perhaps for the last time... >Wait for it... >...Keep waiting >This is going to hurt >... >Scrunch >OH GOD IT HURTS SO BAD >Suppress tears and choice vocalizations >"Pfff. You're such a dork, Anon." >Play dead >Berry puts the ice down your shirt >Today was a victorious day