The scarred rogue

Fluttershy put the last dish in the drainer to dry, turned the water off and wiped her hooves off. She started to walk into the living room but stopped. She looked out her window, feeling a little uneasy, but she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary in her backyard.

 Fluttershy shrugged as she got some sandwiches from her fridge and continued to the living room. “I have some sandwiches if you're hungry Firesong.”

He smiled. “I’m starving! Lemme get one, please.”

She set the plate onto the table in front of him, “Help yourself.” She took one of the sandwiches and ate one. “Oh my, I forgot how good these are. I think I’ll have one more.” She said this about ten times, and by the tenth she’d eaten them all.

Firesong glared at her. “Thanks for the food.”

She smiled graciously. “Oh, you're welcome”--her eyes widened in alarm-- “Oh my gosh, you didn’t get any, did you? I am so sorry, I- I couldn’t control myself, they were too tasty to resist!”

He rolled his eyes. “I bet they were.”

Suddenly a loud crash came from the kitchen. When Fluttershy ran in to see what happened, a giant cat pounced towards her. She screamed with a duck, and he went sailing over her, crashing into a wall and knocking dozens of things off the wall. He growled as he got up and went for Firesong, who was already up on his hind legs, only to be bitch-slapped across the room. Fluttershy ran over, reared around and bucked him in the face, sending him toppling to the ground.

She turned to Firesong and helped him up. “Are you alright--wait, no, don’t answer that, that was a stupid question.” Firesong nodded to this; whether he was assuring her that he was okay or agreeing that what she said was stupid was debatable. She let him lean a little on her, and they escaped the clutches of the cat.

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Twilight was reading a book while sipping her coffee when she heard a knock on the door. “Spike, get the door.” There was no answer, and the knocking came again, only louder this time. “Spike, get the door for Celestia’s sake, you lazy drake!!!” Still no answer, and the knocking was a loud banging now.

Twilight let out a loud groan of displeasure as she got up from her chair. She stomped to the door and swung it open. Instantly, her eyes softened, “Oh, Fluttershy, what are you--wait.Fluttershy?” She hadn’t expected Fluttershy of all ponies to be banging on her door. “Um… sorry for keeping you waiting, I didn’t mean--who's the stallion, and why is he so beat up?”

“Twilight, please, let us in there’s a cat trying to kill us!”

Twilight raised an eyebrow. “Uh, aren’t you good with cats, Fluttershy?”

Fluttershy shook her head. “Not this one, he’s extremely dangerous!”

Twilight nodded. “Right. Come on in, Fluttershy,” “Geez,” she thought, “if Fluttershy can’t tame this cat,it must be pretty evil.”

“We need a place for him to lay down and rest, Twilight. Could he use a spare room?”

Twilight nodded. “Yeah, just pick one, I’ve got like fifty of them now. So what happened to that cat?”

“Oh, well, I, um… kicked him, but he might be up and after us again…..”

Twilight sighed. “Great. Okay, well, get him upstairs and lock the door so this cat can’t get in. I’ll watch out here.”

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Fluttershy laid Firesong down on the bed and tucked him in. “Now stay here. After we get all this figured out, I’ll get Twilight to heal you.” She closed the door and locked it. (There were ten locks, nine of which required magic, so she only locked one of them.) She went and sat on the bed next to Firesong.

 “So why is this cat after you, Firesong?”

Firesong raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think they are after me? Maybe they are afteryou.”

Fluttershy’s eyes widened in fear. “Oh my gosh… You’re right; it could be after me! It makes so much sense now, He must be planning get rid of the Elements of Harmony!”

“The Elements of Harmony? What the heck are those?” Firesong asked, confused.

Fluttershy ignored him. “I’ll be right back, Firesong. I need to warn Twilight that we’re both in danger!” She unlocked the door and ran off to find Twilight.

Firesong sighed and looked around the room in boredom.

Suddenly, the window shattered as the cat lunged through and pounced at him without warning. Firesong quickly rolled out of the bed and tried to get away. He had almost got out the door when the cat took hold of him by the back leg and slammed him into the frame of the doorway. Firesong yelped in pain as he felt his ribs shatter, then he was thrown into the wall across from them outside the door. Firesong didn’t have time to try and get up as the cat picked him up by the throat, bringing him inches from his face and smiling.

“Time to die, pony.” As he slowly opened his mouth wide, ready to stuff Firesong’s entire face in his mouth, Firesong quickly bucked him in the groin as hard as he could. The cat yowled in pain as he dropped Firesong and fell to his knees, holding his balls.

“You… worthless… little…” Firesong tried to stand and finish him, but his ribs were agonizingly painful. The cat took this moment of hesitation and tackled him down the staircase.

Ironically, Fluttershy was going up to see what the commotion was; she quickly flew over them, though. They rolled to the bottom with the cat on top. He lunged at Firesong in an attempt to rip his windpipe out, but Firesong was able to hold him at bay; granted, barely, but he did manage to do it.

Twilight quickly charged a beam of magic and shot the cat off of Firesong into a wall, rendering it unconscious. She walked over to the cat and bound it in invisible weaves. “That should keep him from trying to eat anypony else until Celestia gets here. SPIKE, GET IN HERE!!!!!”

Spike came running into the room. “Sorry, Twilight, I was on the other side of the castle in the kitchen making dinner.”

“Oh, well that explains a lot, I guess. Write a letter to Celestia. Tell her I caught an assassin in the castle.”

His eyes widened. “Wait, what?!”

Twilight glowered at him. “Spike, I’m not in the mood for questions. Just hurry it up and write that letter to Celestia and ask her to get down here!”

Spike nodded and dashed off.

Fluttershy helped Firesong up. “Twilight, do you think you can heal Firesong?”

Twilight shook her head. “Sorry, that’s one thing I can’t do. I’m terrible at healing spells.”

Fluttershy gave her the sad Flutter-eyes. “Please?”

Twilight sighed in defeat. “Fine, I’ll give it a try, but I’m telling you it won’t do a thing to help him!” She put her horn on Firesong’s head, closing her eyes in concentration. Her horn glowed, and Firesong began shivering. Five minutes went by before Twilight finally stopped. “See? Nothing! I told you I am horrible with healing spells, Fluttershy; I didn’t do a thing.”

Fluttershy raised an eyebrow. “Firesong, do you feel any different?”

“Um… well, I had a little scratch on my left buttcheek that seems to be gone” --he turned and looked at his butt-- “Yup, it’s gone.”

Fluttershy snickered at this. “See, Twilight? You managed to heal him a little.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I healed a scratch on his buttcheek, great, but what about the rest of him?”

“No, that was it, my ribs are still broke and my bruises and cuts are still here.”

“See?”

Spike ran back into the room. “Twilight, Celestia is on her way right now to take the assassin away. She should be here in about an hour, she said.”

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An hour passed by before a knock came to the door. Twilight opened it to find a royal guard; behind him was Celestia.

“I read what happened, Twilight; where is the assassin?”

Twilight pointed to the corner. “I knocked him into that corner, princess.”

She nodded to the guards. “You know what to do.”

 The guards went in, picked up the cat and carried him out to the carriage. Celestia walked inside and over to Firesong. “Hello, you must be a new friend. I don’t believe I’ve met you.”

He stared at her in surprise. “You…. you’ve been to the moonstone before?”

Celestia raised an eyebrow. “Um… no, what’s the moonstone?”

Firesong stared at her suspiciously. “How did you become a clan leader without Starclan’s blessings, then?”

Celestia blinked. “I think you asked how I became an alicorn, but that's only a guess; if so, then I will tell you another time. I need to leave now, but before I go” --she put her horn to his head-- “I will do you a favor.”

 A bright glow came to Celestia’s horn, which surrounded Firesong also. He began scratching uncontrollably. Though it lasted a minute and Firesong’s scratching only became worse, his wounds healed right before Twilight and Fluttershy’s eyes.

Firesong was breathing hard when it was over. “What was that?!”

Fluttershy smiled. “Firesong, she healed your other buttcheek and the rest of you, too!”

He looked himself over. “Yeah, my ribs too. I feel a lot better, thank you.”

Celestia nodded. “It was my pleasure, Firesong.” She shared a hug with Twilight. Before she left, she added, “I’ll send a letter when the interrogators have found out the reason for this insolence.” She slammed the door with her magic, and that was that.