Author's Note
I do not own Eder; I am merely using the pony in this story!
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DEATH BATTLE: Eder The Cool Pony vs. Foxfire Flowerfeather!
Preread by MetaKnight145 and Written by Dragonborne Fox
A red stallion with a black mane swept to the side of his head and dark grey eyes merrily trotted the streets of Ponyville. The letter “E” sat on his flank, though it was partially obscured by something on his red body. He had a horn on his head, but none would tell unless he was being looked at from the side.
Many ponies swooned over him, others constantly yakked about him. They did not even speak of the rounded red hat with a red circle and the letter “M” in said circle at all; their attention was instead directed at the owner of said hat. Around his neck was an ornament most peculiar; a necklace hewn of breathtaking gold and an “E” that was made of emeralds, matching his cutie mark down to the color thereof.
All ponies wanted to kiss his ass, figuratively speaking. If they didn’t, which was a rare occasion in itself, he’d smite them with either the magic from his horn or some strange power from his odd choice of jewelry.
And this day was one of those where an uncooperative pony was to be smited for defying him, or so he thought.
In the streets of town trotted a most peculiar mare who had caught his eye. She had a dark red mane--which could’ve been mistaken for brown--hanging down to her shoulders in a way it looked wild and unkempt. Her body, a blood red with a grey muzzle, chest, and underbelly, was odd amongst the other ponies. Her legs were matted in black fuzz from elbow and gaskin down, barely concealing grey hooves, and a long tail matching the blood red swayed side to side with a grey end.
She too had a horn, though it was grey with black on top. Her ears were also black with dark red hair acting as if fur before them. She had wings of light grey and black feathers stretching to full length before closing, and her cutie mark was a strange grey mask. The mare was not even paying attention to the stallion with a hat and necklace of gold, instead looking to the sky and watching the pegasi swoon for him above.
He trotted over to her and poked her shoulder with a hoof to get her attention. She turned to him instantly and his dark eyes met with her azure irises. She looked puzzled, an eyebrow was raised and the other lowered.
“And...who’re you?” She asked.
“You don’t know who I am?!” The stallion nearly shrieked, eyes widening in surprise for a moment or two before a smile adorned his face. “I am Eder the cool pony, brother of the Shepherd of Fire and bearer of the Element of Love.”
The mare raised a hoof to object, and her mouth opened to speak, but she could not form words and had to put her hoof back down. “Sorry...never seen you around before.” She said finally.
“Same with you. Your name, if you please.” Eder replied, still smiling.
The mare sighed. “Foxfire Flowerfeather.”
“So...do you appreciate my grandeur? The fact that I bested Nightmare Moon and Chrysalis at the same time with my element? Or the fact that Star Blade, the Shepherd of Fire, is my brother?” Eder asked, still grinning.
Foxfire’s eyelids drooped halfway, and she sighed as if utterly bored. “It’s as if you were literally born yesterday. One minute I’m in a quiet town, next minute there’s hell about some stallion I just met.” She answered, ear twitching in annoyance.
“I wasn’t born yesterday! I arrived three years ago and had a foal with each of the Mane Six!” Eder declared, hoof raised and eyes wide in morbid shock.
“Yeah, and I’ll believe that for about two seconds of my centuries-long life.” Foxfire jabbed, her eyebrows lowered. A vein appeared on her cheek, and her ear twitched again. “I doubt you’re even fertile.”
“Just bend over for me and I can prove it to you!” Eder declared, spreading appendages covered in red feathers and fully revealing his cutie mark. “I can do EVERYTHING!”
“Sorry, there can only be one red and black alicorn waltzing through the trodden dirt roads of Equestria!” Foxfire hissed, the vein on her cheek becoming larger and much more apparent. Her horn was quickly bathed in blue flames, and her eyes began to glow as if resonating with the hot aura. Her wings spread wide, and she got into a position to pounce.
“You’re not completely black nor red!” Eder hissed, his own horn crackling with a white aura as he jumped back quite a few feet.
“Maybe so. But that’s just how my creator designed me to be; you’re a measly self-insert that does jack shit!” Foxfire cut back accusingly as a literal ring of fire began to surround Eder.
“So are you!” Eder hissed, firing off a sphere of electricity right at the mare. She quickly shielded herself with her wings, only to fly off another few feet. She backflipped midair and landed on her hooves, allowing some feathers to scatter about here and there, her wings still shielding her frame.
The mare unveiled herself with her wings, now smiling wickedly. “More of a mouthpiece, if you please.” She said. “You’re weak compared to I, and I long to be the earth pony I once was and to be with my long-dead family again. You long for nothing except for ponies to kiss your ass and to be perfect in every way.”
“Am not!” Eder protested, his ornate necklace now glowing with a white aura. “I shall obliterate you, nonbeliever!”
Foxfire’s ring of flame soon snuffed itself out and her horn stopped glowing altogether. She paused, looking at him and tilting her head to the side. She then chuckled. “Pitiful. The things I’ve been through have toughened me beyond most ponies, as I have lived for five hundred or so years. And here you are, saying you shall smite me?” She asked before chuckling once more. “Then do your worst, so-called Cool Pony.”
There was a long pause as the necklace glowed brighter and brighter, blinding all as the attack finally ran its course. A devastating beam made of white-hot red rainbow shot straight at Foxfire, but she stood there without doing so much as even breathing, apart from letting her face twist in blatant shock. The beam collided with the target, and a shockwave of shattering sound barrier and thick smoke made all who watched deaf and blind for a few fleeting moments.
The smoke cleared enough to reveal two silhouettes still standing where the battle had taken place. One was surely that of Eder’s, but the other had holes in its legs and wings. A gnarled horn curved inwards into a contorted spiral was on the head of the other, but not much else could be discerned from the cloud aside from two glowing orbs of azure.
The fog cleared at last, revealing a black pony with an azure carapace and ribcage. The eyes also matched the color, and they had slit pupils and white sclera. The wings had some black feathers clinging to thin, torn azure membrane belonging on insects, and the mane and tail were a rich dark red earth in color. Apart from the holes in leg and wing, the pony looked unscathed.
A horrendous cackle soon escaped that pony’s fanged mouth as the blue on her body changed to match the color of her dark red rags, and she shook her head pitifully. “That’s all you could do, even for one of those ‘I’m perfect at everything!’ alicorns?! You genuinely had me fooled for a mere moment, but when that beam hit me, I felt not a thing!” She taunted, smiling widely.
“A...a changeling?! H-how…?!” Eder stuttered, eyes widening in sheer disbelief.
“It’s a long story. But you’re not going to hear the end of it once you reach the pits of Tartarus.” The changeling cooed, a maniac’s smile on her face. “You’ve...merely triggered my other form.”
“You are full of SHIT!” Eder hissed, stomping his hoof into the ground. He soon stumbled backwards as Foxfire suddenly got into his face out of the blue, staring at him with shrunk eyes and a smile gleaming in the daylight thanks to saliva.
“So says the bearer of a useless element and a talent which is full of exaggeration.” Foxfire hissed, breathing as if on the verge of starving to death. Her horn was crackling with another flame as she then whispered, “This is your final hour here. Savor it as you burn in my former hell.”
Then the stallion’s body was quickly bathed in a fire of all colors, and he was screaming in pain as Foxfire’s magic ate away at his flesh and bones. His hat became ashes faster than his wing feathers and black mane, and all ponies in town watched as Eder’s life grew shorter and shorter with each passing minute. At last, he drew his final breath as his body turned into a charred black lump of his former self.
“Damn straight. Now I gotta spend more time developin’ yo ass.” Said a voice most peculiar, though only Foxfire could hear it.
“Whoo boy, what is it this time, my creator?” The remaining alicorn asked, eyebrow raised as she reverted to her previous form.
“Oh, I dunno. Got some more ideas to use, but I’ve been caught up in other things…” Replied the voice.
“I’ll just sit here getting rid of these cardboard insults until you do...or was this another experiment?” Foxfire asked.
“Maaaybe.” Replied the voice eagerly.
