The Pony Games.

by Amanda Dianne

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Alternate Universe, Romance, Adventure
Length: 352

A twist on the Hunger Games.... With ponies. Join Twilight, and more in an action packed fan fiction about hope, war and friendship.

A twist on the Hunger Games…. With ponies. Join Twilight, and more in an action packed fan fiction about hope, war and friendship.

Ok, so it isn't an exact character changed same story thing. I wanted an ending in which none of the mane six get killed, and a warm feeling comes out of it.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-24 02:10:05 UTC

Chapter: 1

The Pony Games.

Chapter One.

When I wake up the other side of my bed is cold. My hoof reaches out, seeking my mother's warmth but only finding a cold sheet. I must have been stupid to think she would be still here, but I needed comfort. This was the day of the Reaping.

     I sit up, in the dim light of the room I can see him. Spike lay curled up in a basket, I'll let him rest. He'll need it.

      I slide my hooves to hang over the bed. I reach for my saddle bag, it's worn down leather glints in the sunlight. I trot to the bathroom, I brush my mane and clamber downstairs. I grab a clump of hay and slip outside.

      Our town nicknamed Ponyville; also known as District 12, is usually crawling with earth ponies, but not today. All families are hushed inside, sharing what could be their last moments together.

       My house is almost right in the middle of Ponyville, so I can't really see the big fence separating it from the Everfree Forest. I sigh, I can't even remember a time when we weren't enslaved by Chrysalis' laws. Mother used to tell me stories about Celestia and Luna before.... My heart aches thinking about it!

    I trot to the town square, the reaping will begin soon. I walk alone in silence, but I am joined by Spike who looks down on the ground sadly, "Listen Twilight, if they pick me-" he starts, "They won't." I say coldly as we reach the town square. He nods his head in silence, my eyes stare blankly forward.

      Year after year, I watch ponies some even fillies; get thrown into a arena to die. Our only alive victor is a bit off, and she provides stupid advice. I've seen her, she's a drunk, trying to drown out the horrors she's seen in that arena with alcohol.

     We reach the square which is decorated with a stage. Flags droop down bearing the Changeling emblem.

I stare at them with pure disgust and hatred.