Imagination

Imaginations

Chapter 7

Silver Cross

It had been a long time since I had written anything, but since I had stumbled across one of my favorite horror audio plays on Youtube, I decided to make a crossover between it and My little Pony. I thought very hard about how I should tackle the subject of ghosts, and the ultimate evil, that wanted to take over the world of time and space. Many characters were created, scrapped and then implemented in some small roles nonetheless...

Even more time was spent, listening to that audio play that I had found on Youtube. There were so many elements that I wanted to use, but only so much I could do within the limits of the My little Pony universe. Finally, after weeks and weeks of thinking the story through, a thing that I was not used to in the slightest, I began writing it.

I decided to make the protagonist, different from the audio play which had inspired the story, a white Eartpony mare named Silver Cross. What I at first had thought of as limitations, now opened new opportunities for me. I made her a blank flank in her mid twenties, who was still looking for her special talent.

I wrote for two days on the first part of her story, and once I had finished, I was utterly exhausted, but also more then satisfied. It was time for a bath, a good meal and some serious shut eye in my opinion, but alas, fate had other plans with me.

I had almost forgotten about all the times I had visited my creations, the only reminders being the objects in the showcase over my desk. I had entered their world without noticing anything strange. That was if one did not count the incident when I was suddenly falling several hundred feet to my death...

This time, it was not only a dangerous experience, but also an utterly embarrassing one. I had just undressed myself, and was looking forward to a hot bath, when my cellphone rang. Tired as I was, I overbalanced as I turned around to pick it up, tripped over my house-shoes, and fell head first into the bathtub...

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Instead of hitting the bottom of the tub with my face, which would have been pretty painful, I felt how I was completely submerged, while my body sank ever deeper. The water was pleasantly warm, but my lungs started to burn and protest after about a minute.

Then, when I started to flail my arms, trying to swim to the surface, my face suddenly hit something quite hairy. Feeling a hard surface under me again, and indeed something hard hitting my head from above, I thrust myself upwards with my arms. I already had a very good idea of what had happened, but I couldn't have cared less at that moment.

I gasped for air, as my face broke the surface of the water. Someone was screaming, and again, I was hit in the face. The force of it flung me back a few feet, until I was able to get my footing again and stand up. I felt, through the waves coming towards me, that whoever I was visiting this time was speeding towards me. Out of instinct I put both on my arms in front of me, and was surprised when I actually caught my assailant with my left hand.

A short struggle occurred, in which I, blinded due to the soapy water in my eyes, did my best to subdue the pony who was cursing at me in a manner that I would not feel comfortable to repeat. The more harmless things she called me were: Rapist, Monster, Freak and (and this one was the most funny in my eyes) a rutty mule.

I was panting pretty hard, when I had finally managed to get behind her, slip my arms under her forelegs, and link my hands behind her head. By that time, I had taken quite a beating already, but I was determined to see this through. Wiping my face on my lower arm, I regained the ability to see again, and my suspicions were immediately confirmed. In my grasp was a white Earthpony mare, her black mane partially hiding her face, as she continued to scream as if I was murdering her.

It was that moment that I took a moment to take in my surroundings. We were in a pretty big pool, which I quickly found out was Silvers “bathtub”. I counted myself lucky that I spotted her namesake, a leather band with a silver cross attached to it, laying on a small table next to the “tub”. Had she worn it, she would have beaten me into a pulp with that first hit... No forget that... She might have actually decapitated me...

“So, what now? What do you want from me, and who sent you?”, she barked at me, trying to  propel herself upwards and hit me in the chin with her head. Lucky for me, I was a lot taller then her, and her hooves did not touch the ground while I held her.

“Look, Silver, I mean you no harm. So, if I let you go, will you listen to me, and NOT beat me to death?”, I asked hopefully, easing my grip on her slightly so she saw that I was being serious. She did stop struggling, but I didn't get an answer for several minutes. During that time, I had to admit that it became harder and harder for me to hold her. Half her body was still submerged in water, but holding a mare that weight about a hundred pounds for a prolonged amount of time, was not something I could do.

“Who are you?”, she answered, in a more calm tone of voice.

“I am... well... you could say that I am your father of sorts... I wrote you.”, I answered sheepishly. A jolt went through me, that I had never felt before when I had told one of my creations who I was. It didn't hurt, but it startled me enough to let go of the mare in my grasp. Silver fell into the water, splashing my face with soapy bubble-bath once again. Since I wasn't hit again, and I couldn't hear her running towards her cross, I deemed it safe to take the time and wipe the soapy water from my eyes once again.

I went red as I could as soon as I could see again. Silver Cross was standing in front of me, eying me from head to... hip.... Oh my god, I had completely forgotten that I was naked as on the day I was born, and the water wasn't even high enough to cover my private parts! I fell to my knees, hiding my lower body under the thick curtain of bubbles that floated on the water. That brought a smug smile to Silvers face, and one aspect of her personality suddenly came to my mind.

“Awww... are you embarrassed? How cute!”, she giggled, while looking at me with a look that I didn't like in the slightest. I resembled that of a Boa Constrictor that had spotted a particularly delicious piece of meat... Damn, that analogy really frightened me.

Scrambling backwards, I did my best to get some distance between the two of us, while I explained the situation to her. Her blue eyes were slightly narrowed, while her muzzle showed an ever so small smile while I explained to her that the Ponies were only fictional characters in my world, and that I had thought her up to release some tension. That her character had haunted me in my dreams and that it was a great opportunity for me to have a change of pace from all the other stuff I did...

Before long, I could not back up any longer, and Silver Cross started to advance on me. I cursed myself inwardly that I had wanted to try myself at writing a story with clop elements, as I looked for a way to escape my predicament. When she was only a feet away, she leaned in until her muzzle was actually touching my nose.

“Well, well, well... Looks like you will get to “enjoy” your creativity tonight.”, she purred, and I could feel her hot breath on my face. In the back of my head I could hear Zecoras ryhming voice.

“If it's a mare in heat with which you're roomed.... You're doomed.”

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Silver Cross was everything I had written her, but a great cook she was not. Therefor it was my duty to make breakfast the next morning. Scrambled eggs, a few toast and a big mug of coffee for the both of us. The only thing that irked me about the experience, not counting that she basically forced me into it, was that she had no clothes for me.

After breakfast, I went to the bathroom, wanting to wash up and try to figure out how I could get back home again, before that mare wanted to play some more. It turned out that I didn't have to think about it too much. As soon as I had closed the door behind me, I found myself in my own bathroom again. The water I had put into the tub was still there, and I took my bath. It may have been ice cold by that time, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to forget what had happened last night, and I promised myself to never ever write a clopfic again!