Ponémon: Beginnings!

Brass trotted along the dirt pathway through Littlehoof, unaware of the encouraging looks he was receiving with his enthusiastic grin. He left perfectly rounded hoof-prints in the even soil, and left small clouds behind him as he made his way through the small town of country-ponies. Two noticeably younger fillies wandered up to Brass and attempted to match his pace. Both had wide, hope-filled eyes, leaving the deadly mark of cuteness on Brass' subconscious as they continued.

"Hey Brass!" the first one requested his attention with a excited smirk. "You should totally show me your Ponémon when you get it!" Brass didn't cease his movement or turn to the younger

"I don't know Salt" he replied with little effort to breath "I may just take my new Ponémon and be on my way. I have a lot of catching and exploring to do."

"Aw c'mon Brass!" spoke the even younger filly, her voice squeaky but disappointed "We don't want to wait to see a cute Ponémon! It's not fair!" This caused Brass to think for a little ways on the decision. It would be rude to his younger sister if he kept his new treasure from the eyes of his blood-relatives. Without a few more moments of speedy movement forward, Brass sighed the little breath he had, and made his choice.

"Quit your pouting Tin," hoarsely replied Brass with amusement in his voice, "Look, if I have time, I'll come and show my new Ponémon to you guys, but I'm already running late."

"YAY!!" cheered the two young fillies in unison, as they stopped in their tracks and let Brass be on his way. The shout was enough to cause looks of concern and irritation amongst the many ponies ahead of them. It was also enough to leave a harsh ringing in Brass' fragile ears. More ponies waved and greeted towards Brass as he marched along, but no one attempted to stop him. It was this time of the year, when all the new trainers were collecting their first Ponémon, that they shouldn't be disturbed or stopped for any reason. Each and everypony in Littlehoof knew this, and strayed from the rule. One pony in particular gave young Brass recognition as he continued along, tipping his cow-colt hat at the recruit trainer with a smile and short greeting. Without even a glance backwards, he made his way up the hill to the town Ponémon expert, Professor Pine!

On the way, another pony with an off-white coat and dirty-brown hair crossed paths, but turned to speak.

"Yo, Brass!" called the other pony, a satisfied smile on his face. "Running a little late there!"

"Yeah, I know, got caught up in a few things. Any Ponémon left?" replied Brass with a quick turn. "I don't want to miss out on an adventure."

"Maybe, Pops always has a spare Ponémon for anypony who misses the time. He should have something for you!" answered the young colt, trying to catch his breath.

"Hey thanks Hydro!" the sound was somewhat forced from Brass' mouth, still short of breath himself. He quickly turned back to his task with determination, and the two ponies went about their business.

Professor Pine stood over his metallic desk, cautiously carrying a mysterious and murky green liquid in a test-tube. He slowly attempted to drip the material over a few berries that sat before him, paying close attention to his surroundings. Sweat dripped down his face, for one false movement could cause him to implement too much into his strange concoction. There was complete silence and still-ness, for nothing would dare disturb the professor in this important task. Cautiously, ever-so-cautiously he began to drip...

Slowly, slowly...

The door burst open with an obnoxious clang, and in stepped a brown-coated pony. Sweat dropped from him furiously, and he seemed as though he were about to lose consciousness. Professor Pine dropped his mysterious liquid onto the red berries on the table. They began to grow rapidly, filling up the entire table and collapsing under their own weight, falling off the stems and splatting against the table with incredible force.

"Huh..." Prf. Pine stared at the oversized berries in confusion, "So that's what would happen. Very interesting."

"PROFESSOR PINE" exclaimed Brass in a panic. "DO YOU HAVE ANY PONéMON LEFT?" Brass grabbed the collar of Pines lab coat and shook him violently. "DO YOU?!"

"Yes, yes! I do! You can stop freaking out!" Pine replied in fear, and dropped on his fours when Brass released him in relief. He slicked back his pure-white hair, and joggled himself to fix his eyesight. "Now... Brass, since you were as late as you were, I only have one Ponémon remaining. I'm sure he'll be fine for you though."

"Who is it Professor?" inquired Brass, still trying to catch his breath. Pine didn't reply, but instead pushed a red button under a metallic podium, and up raised a second stand, once again holding a red-white ball. Professor Pine pushed the small button on the front of the contraption, and it flicked open instantly, releasing a bright white flash. When the brightness cleared, there stood a small black creature, with large glowing green eyes, and bug-like wings. It had small fangs jutting out of it's jaw, but with this intense look, it still stared happily at both the Professor and Brass. That wasn't what Brass had first noticed, though...

"Uh, Professor?" Asked Brass

"Yes?" Replied Pine.

"Is a Ponémon supposed to have holes all over it's body like this?"

"Don't worry boy, it's just Changelis, the Changling Ponémon. I refer to him as Gaegil though."

"Is this... my Ponémon?" Brass' eyes went wide with enthusiasm. He admired the sleek intimidating look of the creature before him, much more intimidating than a Fruit-bat or a Jackalope.

"Yes, yes it is Brass." Professor Pine turned to him, holding out a small red machine and copies of the small red-white ball that sat on the podium. "And here is your PonéDex and Ponéballs. This should get you started on your adventure throughout Equestria." Brass took the items out of Professor Pines hooves and placed them in his saddlebags. "Now, take your Ponémon and go explore. You can get in touch with me at any time, just call this number." Pine handed him a small slip of paper with a series of digits written on it. Same as the other objects, it ended up in his saddlebags. "I personally have work to do, so you have fun out there, okay?"

"Yes sir! Thank you Professor!" Brass waved goodbye to the town Expert, and trotted out the door and down the hill. Soon after reaching the bottom of the hill, he turned to his left and made his way towards Helium Woods, ready to begin his journey. His pride was shining as he greeted the Ponémon filled forest.

Now begins the epic adventure of our daring hero, Brass. Let's see what will become of him, shall we?