Chapter 1
There I was staring at the pony in front of me, she was a fun loving mare but could be pretty damn serious at times, but boy was she pretty! I grinned, even though it probably made me look like some sort of pleasured yokel, I’d always had a serious overbite. She laughed even harder “you’re making that face again!” she giggled “what face?” I said in my most serious voice, but it just made her laugh even harder. Her name was Derpy Hooves, I had met her after our schools had challenged each other to a Lightning Strike tournament, if you haven’t heard of this wonderful pegasi pastime I’ll explain, you have the defenders, the chargers, and the kickers. The kickers kick the ball around in the air without touching a cloud and try to move it to the opposing team’s goal, that’s where the defender’s part comes into play, they set as obstacles as they can to try to stop the kickers, the chargers try to destroy the obstacles. I had been my team’s first class kicker when I ran into a lightning cloud, formed by Miss Hooves. My team thought it was just clumsiness, they were partially right once I set my eyes on here they couldn’t move away. It would forever be recorded on how it was the first time Cumulus Cloud Academy would beat Double Voltage High School at any sport. I wasn’t planning on doing anything after the game, so I helped put away equipment and move clouds, so I was in the locker room by myself. I early finished packing up, when I saw that the grey mare with the blonde mane was watching me from the door, she blushed and said “sorry wrong locker room” and was about to leave when my mouth opened, two things to blurt out ran through my head “how long were you watching me?” and “You were great out there” I quickly called the second option to her before she could leave. She stopped, “yes!” my mind screamed, “Well, I’m not always this good, but lately I’ve been having some pretty good luck lately” She smiled, I laughed “I am on the worst fumble spree of my life” We both laughed and continued to chat about how well this Lightning Strike season was going, until she said it “So are you doing anything tonight?”She asked sweetly “No, but 5 bits says tomorrow I’m going to have drag my team out of pub, because they will drown their misery in spirits and pray to the porcelain god til’ 4 am” She giggled and said “I don’t even want to know what my team is doing right now…” We laughed and then she offered to show me around Cumulus, of course I agreed (who wouldn’t?) I spent that night sitting on a small cloud Next to Derpy under the starry sky pondering the universe and it’s worth. I had gone back to Las Pegasus the next day with my hung-over team, but had promised to keep in touch with Derpy. Two weeks from then, and here I am, at her high school prom with the mare I know I’ll give my heart to. I move towards the punch bowl, I’m exhausted from dancing for such a long period of time. I start to pour myself a cup of the rich scarlet liquid, I was elevating the glass to my lips when something taps me on the shoulder.
Chapter End
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Chapter 3: Bite my Hoof
It had been weeks, Vulpes had lost all track of time, the days blended together all of them held the same thing for him, wake up, pee in a bedpan, physical therapy, emotional therapy, out of a tube and then take his medication and slip into a restless sleep. At first Derpy came to visit him, bringing flowers and chocolates, however, Derpy and Vulpes never talked, Vulpes' head was wrapped in gauze, making his eyes the only part of his face showing. He was given a pen and pad to communicate, he never used it, he just stared down nurses and doctors until they left. He often did this to Derpy, he hated her more than anything, he did not blame her for getting his face smashed in, he blamed himself for being weak, and he was weak because a mare had made him.
Eventually Derpy stopped visiting him, Vulpes didn't even acknowledge the fact, he began to feel himself growing stronger every day, soon he was able to eat solid food and walk on his own. It was the last day in the hospital, Vulpes was reading an article about political unrest in the colonies when a heavily built pony clad in some sort of golden armor entered his room. The pony had a smile on his face until his eyes landed on Vulpes' face, "My my, you're an ugly one aren't you, eh?" "What do you want?" Vulpes spat the words out, as if he was trying to speak around something in his mouth. "Well, I'm supposed to be hear to recruit you for Celestia's Royal Army, but with an attitude like that, you'd get shot on the first day" Vulpes frowned, or something close to it anyway. The pony looked at him "Whadya say, mate?" Vulpes mulled it over in his mind before raising his hoof and biting it, flicking his hoof towards the pony, the ultimate sign of defiance. "Do you bite your hoof at me, sir?" the pony asked, his teeth clenched together tightly "I do not bite my hoof at you sir, but I do bite my hoof." The pony gave him another glare before leaving his room and walking down the hall.
Vulpes thought to himself "Gee what a stiff" before heading down to the lobby to finally check out of this godforsaken place. As he headed down the stairs he noticed more ponies wearing clunky armor made of a shiny gold like material. He groaned and lifted his newspaper to cover his face as he saw the pony that was in his room earlier. He had some idea of the layout of the room, but enough apparently as he crashed into a another pony. Dreading the worst, he clenched his teeth and put on a disapproving look, assuming it was Sargent McStarchy Pants, he opened his mouth to call out an insult but stopped when he found himself staring at colt with a dark colored mane who looked a little bit older than Vulpes. "Er, Sorry, I thought you were somepony else" Vulpes said a little bit unnerved by the look the colt was giving him, he'd seen that look, it was the look when a scientist receives a frog to dissect or when a butcher gets a pig to cut up. "You assumed I was the Major over there, didn't you?" the colt said with of voice that sounded like ice cooling. So he's a captain Vulpes thought to himself "Yes, I suppose, he was quite nasty to me earlier, but that may have been just me." "Yes he's quite the douche" Vulpes blinked, it was odd hearing a word like that from somepony so calm and collected. The colt smiled "Surprising, right?" Vulpes opened his mouth to say something but the colt had stuck out his hoof "Call me Shadowfoot"
Author's Note
Holy Fuzshnit, I wanted to continue writing this a long time ago, but I lost my account info I was considering writing it under another name but then I remembered! Huzzah!
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WARNING: DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE AHEAD
Chapter 2
Vulpes turned around, to come face to face with angry-looking colt. Immediately Vulpes recognized him, he was on the Cumulus Lightning Strike team. “Hey, how’s it go-“Vulpes started to greet, but the words were knocked out of his mouth. He stumbled and felt his face, his nose was bleeding like a firework. He had only a moment’s hesitation before the club the colt was wielding was smashing into his face like it was a drum. Vulpes dropped to the floor and bumped his head on the table knocking punch all over him. The colt’s face was some sort of distorted angry swirl as he screamed words at Vulpes, “she was mine!” and “why did you do it!” Were among the most repeated. Vulpes tried to block some of the blows but it was too much he could feel his teeth breaking into shards like glass , with a sickening crunch he realized his jaw was broken. Another crack came and his nose was gone too, it was then the blows stopped. He looked down at himself, he was drenched in a red liquid, he couldn’t tell if it was the punch or his blood, he reached his hoof up to feels his face, his jaw had nearly been ripped off, most of his teeth were shattered or gone, his lips had been ripped up by Vulpes biting down to tank out the pain, his nose was almost touched the left side of his face. A gurgling sound emitting from his throat told him he was drowning in his own blood, he gagged and rolled onto his side to let the blood trickle out and on the floor. It took only minutes but it felt like hours before paramedics arrived at the scene, and hauled the victim into an ambulance. Leaving a very worried mare and several partygoers that had no energy left. As the doctors snipped away and prodded at Vulpes’ dismantled face, he was safe in another world. He was arching in a line of soldiers going in and out of formations, following the commands of their masked leader who was swinging his arms like he was conducting music. The mysterious colt turned to Vulpes and the mask fell off, it was him, but with a heavily scarred face and a tired look in his eyes. He opened his mouth and spoke “That is not your part” and the world seemed to be sucked away. When he woke up he had just about a million little tubes sticking out of his face, the only thought that came to his head was “How am I supposed to sneeze without blowing my head off?”
Author's Note: A little bit shorter then I'd liked it to be, but Enjoy anyway
