The Pony Games

by LittleWolfie

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Crossover
Length: 1165

The Pony games has been held for 74 years and when Fluttershy's long lost sister Buttercup Is chosen as a tribute she volunteers but does she realise what is yet to be ahead of her.

The Pony games has been held for 74 years and when Fluttershy's long lost sister Buttercup Is chosen as a tribute she volunteers but does she realise what is yet to be ahead of her.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-18 22:50:02 UTC

The Reaping

The day of the Reaping is eventually here . All ponies between the age of 12 to 18 have there names in the ballet and are grouped behind red ropes . If your twelve you name is placed in once , thirteen its placed twice and so on until seven at the age of eighteen . This is multiplied by the amount of family members in your house hold . Fortunately for me animals don't count ; not so lucky for AppleJack though four family members and she's sixteen that would make 20 I think. Wait... Pinkie has more members in her household doesn't she?

As usual the Mayor struts to the podium as bubbly as ever this time of year . The Capitol holds the pony games as to show we mercy to them after the rebellion seventy-four years ago. Truthfully I believe they enjoy watching us tributes kill each other, I guess they earn any spare one from sponsors , I mean I kind of understand but that doesn't mean they need to take it out on 24 of us each year . Beginning the reaping is done by telling us all the story of the panem , and then the speech of what the rebellion caused e.g floods starvation .

"There is only one rule , you kill or be killed " Exclaimed the Mayor " and may the odds be ever in your favour ."

Calling of the tributes has begun , from district twelve

"mares and fillies first" . My heart was thumping against my rib cage , I was breathing heavily waiting for the first name to be called .

"And the tribute from district twelve is .." Something threw me for a loop , it wasn't my name nor appleJacks nor any of my friends .

It was ButterCup-

Once I had been laying on a cloud waiting for game to go by , I must of dosed of and rolled over . I fell 6 feet down onto my back . I was completely winded unable to breathe . That's how im feeling now , unable to move , talk or breathe as I contemplate ButterCup as she , as stiff as a rock , clambers up the hoof trodden steps . She was pale and frozen not her usual rose pinkish color. "Buttercup . " I finally burst out

"ButterCup" , I hadn't any need to push through the crowds as they parted a pathway to the stage . Bounding into the stage I push Butter behind me " I volunteer !" I unusually  loudly shout " I volunteer as tribute " ButterCup was grasping around my hoof

"No , FlutterShy you cant go " I tried not to cry even though I felt like it and explained in a harsh voice " Get of  " Luckily for me

Applejack arrived on the stage pulling her away from my hoof

"Go get em' tiger " She nods to me dragging B.C. down the stage steps  .The crowds were awe struck there had never been a volunteer for years , well except for in the wealthier districts were winning is so great it would last me 5 lifetimes . It was a rule that any colt , if a colts name has been called , or filly if a fillies name has been called can step up and take there place but  it never usually happens when It comes down to district twelve .

"Lets give a round of applause to this brave Pegasus " To my surprise no one in the crowd applauded . Not a single hoof banged against the ground . Everypony including me stood silent just staring toward another pony somewhere in the crowd .

Breaking the silence the Mayor decides to call out the male tribute from our district .

ButtonMash

I've heard his name and seen his face but never actually made any conversation with him . Except , one time he kind of saved my life but most of my memories are blurry , i'm obviously still worried . But now ore than ever because im actually I the games . Button was the last tribute to be called and so we were all taken over to separate rooms  , it was the most royal place I had ever seen -other than the Capitol - velvet carpets with slick silk couches covered in pale patterns going this way and that . This is the room where we say goodbye to those we care about just in case we don't return...

The Promise

I had a few visits in my little velvet covered room . One was from my Parents who had travelled from cloudsdale to arrive at the reaping wishing me the best of luck and persuading me into believing I can do this but I never really bought it . Then there were the visits from my friends all giving me stuff to remember them by but I explained I could never forget them . The visit fro my sister was something to really think about though .

She ran into the room and pounced me her arms swung round my neck and she begins sobbing . I rub her back gently bristling her feathery wings . She looks up to me her tears falling from her eyes , wiping them away she speaks to me

" Why did you do it " I stay silent wanting to look away but unable to . She stares longingly into my eyes

" okay " I say " I couldn't take the though of whatching you ...whatching you Die " Beginning to sob again she allows her head to fall onto my chest . I hug her tightly as if I could never let go .

"FlutterShy promise me something " I look at her as I speak

" Anything " B.C. continues

" Promise me you'll come home "

"I don't think ... " I was about to tell her I don't think that will happen but seeing the sadness in her eyes as she knows what im about to "I'll try my best " She asks me if I promise , of course I promise , I wouldn't be saying it if I didn't would I . Yet just to make sure she believed me  I speak " Yes I promise , and until I do return remember , I love you

more than everything"...

I will keep my promise to try as hard as I can , I do love her and my friends , I want to return to them , saying that I don't want to leave them , but if I didn't leave them , then it would be ButterCup's life that was in danger and id never be able to cope with her , so small , so sweet and innocent , putting her vulnerable life on the edge when it could be me instead .