Cursed

by Chamuco

Rating: teen
Tags: Sweetie Belle, Romance, Original Character, Comedy, Rarity, Queen Chrysalis, Sex, Tragedy, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1355

Who said being born different is bad? Who said being born different is good?

Fetch, who doesn't know anything about himself, wakes up in the outskirts of ponyville with nothing but a bag and a letter, What happen? Who gave him that letter? Where did it come from? Rarity, being the generous pony she is, helps him regain his memory, but what if its something that his mind wont let him remember? Something so dark that its been locked deep within his memories?

UPDATED: had to cancel this fic, i lost interest in this one. if i get any messages or comments from people that are interested in me continuing then i might

Published 2014-03-25 20:10:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-03-25 20:10:04 UTC

A new born

"Gahh!! my body!" Fetch screams in pain. "W-why cant I move my hoofs?" He asks himself. Panting, Fetch tried to get up, but quickly failed and fell back down, sending more pain throughout his body.
...*pant pant* o-okay...I i think i got this.." This time, he was able to stand, but he had to lean on a nearby tree for support. As his head stopped spinning, he looked around. "This doesn't look familiar, not one bit, where am i?" Trying to remember what happen.

As Fetch continues to look around for any clues as to what happened, he sees a bag not too far away from where he was laying with the name “Fetch” stitched into the side of it. "Maybe…maybe that can help…” he thought as he slowly approached the bag. " He opens the bag and finds a letter in it which says "To my son Fetch", he tosses the bag and reads the letter.

"Fetch, I know by the time you read this, you will have no memory nor clue to what has happen before you woke up, but i need to tell you something, you are my child, i love you so much Fetch, please know that i did my best to raise you and keep you pure, there is a place that will be kind to you, im sure of it, if you follow this road, you will reach a town called Ponyville, its filled with a lot of ponies and love so im sure you'll survive, they are kind and will accept you for who you are, please go there. You will find out more once you get there...

Love...Mommy."

"Ponyville huh" He says, "well no point in just standing here, lets go!" Fetch puts the letter back in the bag and begins to head down the road towards Ponyville.

As he walks towards Ponyville, he finds a white coated mare with long curled purple hair, carrying what looks like boxes. As he walks towards the white mare, he ask , "um excuse me mam, d..do you know where pony-" Being cut off, the white mare calls him out

"Ah darling! Would you help me out? These boxes are so heavy and a lady shouldn't be lifting heavy objects" saying the white mare towards Fetch.

Fetch, being forced to carry them, grabs the boxes and surprised by the weight,
"wha....whats in these boxes?" as he says while struggling with the boxes.

"Ah those are just my supplies" the mare replied

"what kind of supplies?? Did you hid a pony in these?" Fetch confronting the white coated mare.

"darling darling" she says, " it's only material for my dresses, i ran out of material and i needed some more, i say business is a booming" the white pony giggles.

"you...don't say" Fetch says exhaustedly.

"Well here we are!" The white pony exclaims. They head inside the shop. "You can set them down by the corner, let me go grab some refreshments" says the white pony as she heads towards the kitchen.

Fetch, trying his best to lower the boxes, collapse from exhaustion and drops the boxes, each hitting him as they fall
"ughh my head" Fetch says as hes rubbing the sore spot.

"well i guess that's one way to set them down" the white pony says while giggling at the site.

"um yeah sorry about the boxes" lowering his head.

"oh where are my manners!" the white pony says out loud. "My name is rarity, This is my shop and my home, and you are?" Rarity asks.

"Oh! my name is Fetch, please to meet you Miss Rarity" Fetch respectfully answers.

Rarity blushes from the "Miss Rarity" bit. "As...as thanks for helping me, let me treat you to something" Rarity turns her head while offering him a beverage .

"Sure" He accepts and drinks the cold beverage. '' Ahhh, now that hits the spot!" waving his glass in the air. "So what does a pony like yourself do for fun?" looking at Rarity.

"For fun? um well, i like making dresses, its my passion" Rarity says as shes fidgeting her hoofs together.

"Really? Making dresses is fun?" Staring at Rarity.

"Yeah its been my dream since i was a little filly" she says

"Wow you must love making dresses then" Admiring her passion.

*knock knock*

"Ah, that must be Sweetie Belle" Rarity, walking towards the door.

"Sweetie Belle?" Fetch tries to get a closer look on the pony. Looking towards the door, he notices a small figure, white coat, medium light purple hair, curled up just like Rarity, and also a unicorn.

"Sweetie Belle, do you know what time it is?" Rarity, asking the little mare,

"ah I'm sorry sis, we were trying to get our cutie marks but we lost time after all the fun we had and--" she stops talking as soon as she saw Fetch. "who's this" she asks with a wide eye open expression,

"This is Fetch, he helped me carry my supplies today" she tells Sweetie Belle,

"heh more like was forced to help" he whispers.

Sweetie Belle, walking towards Fetch, observes the mysterious pony, when suddenly she sees something familiar, *gasp* "R-Rarity! look, he has no cutie mark!" pointing at Fetch blank flank,

"Wha...what?" looking nervously at the two white ponies.

Rarity, looking at Fetchs blank flank "My goodness darling I didn't even notice! Never heard of a stallion without a cutie mark".

"I..i don't even know what a cutie mark is". he says as he steps back.

Sweetie Belle, walking towards Fetch, cant help but feel happy as if finally, a pony can understand her desire for a cutie mark, starts jumping around and accidently hits Fetch on the chin. "Oww, im sorry, I guess I got a little excited" she apologizes ,

"it..its okay, I still don't understand what a cutie mark is" rubbing his chin.

"A cutie mark represents your talent! Something that makes you special, a cutie mark is a coming of age to ponies too, me and my friends, Scootaloo and Applebloom, we go on different adventures looking for ours, you can join the Cutie Mark Crusaders if you like?" Sweetie Belle ask.

Rarity, getting annoyed from Sweetie Belles blabbering, politely asks Sweetie Belle to head to bed, Sweetie Belle leaves the two ponies alone.

"well she is lively" Fetch says while looking at Rarity,

"yes she is rather lively, though sometimes I worry about her, she goes on dangerous adventures with her friends, not suited for a filly but I know she isn't in any danger" Trying not to look to worried. "Anyhoof, Fetch darling, do you have a place to stay? looking back at Fetch,

"No, I do not, I just got here this morning, I was going to ask you if you knew a place where I can stay for the night." He tells Rarity.

"Ah, you can stay the night! I made you carry these boxes so I feel like I should repay your kindness, please, its late and I don't think any place will offer a place to stay at a moments notice." she insist.

"Well okay, thank you Miss Rarity"

Again, Rarity blushes at the Cute name he calls her, "Here's a blanket, you can sleep at the sofa for now."

And so, the mysterious pony lays on the sofa, closing his eyes...he goes to sleep.

to be continued

Author's Note

Hello, this is my first ever fan fic, and I haven't gotten the chance to get a proof reader. So please do not judge my poorly use of grammar, anyhoof, I am planning on doing more chapters, this story isn't close to being finished so please provide advice :3

I know some of you want to know what he looks like, and why doesn't he give a proper expression when he reads the letter, I will bring that up in the next chapter, please stay stay updated!

The Word "Fetch" comes from Irish folklore, I chose the name Fetch because of what it means. I know its not very appealing but please bare with it