Scar in Equestria...

Chapter 8, Monster party! P.S. The monsters die.

"I told you to go left!"

"How could i know there was a Basilisk heading this way!?"

"Because i told you!?"

"How could i know you weren't making things up!?"

"You should just have gone left!"

Yep. They were having a fight while being chased by a Basilisk.

"You should have listened!"

"Girls?"

"And you should have been clearer!"

"Girls?"

"How was i not clear enough!?"

"GIRLS!"

"What!?"

"Were being chased by a blood thirsty Basilisk and you are letting me pull the chariot! That's what!"

"Oh yeah. I forgot."

Trixie and Stitch were smiling sheepishly at Fright and he was giving them the famous bemused look.

"I might be stronger than i look, but i can't keep this up forever."

"Should we kill it? I'm still hungry."

"What?"

Trixie knew that Stitch and Fright are carnivores but she still didn't like the idea of it.

"Stitch is right. We still need food. I'm sorry Trixie but i don't think we can outrun it eather."

"Fine. But i'm not going to look. And remeber don't look into his eyes."

"Okay."

Fright stopped running and threw of his jacket showing his claws in full glory.

"Stitch, you ready?"

"As i'l ever be!"

Fright jumped ran forward and slice right through the Basilisk's tail, cutting the end of. Stitch jumped up and poked the eyes out. Fright jumped up too and sliced of the whole lower jaw.

"UUUAUAAAAARGGGGGG!!!!!" The Basilisk screamed in agony.

"Almost got him!"

Stitch climbed into the Basilisk's head and started eating the brain.

"Really Stitch, really? You're going directly for the brains?"

"Braaaaaiiiinnnnssss...." she responded.

"Ugh... just kill it already."

"O-k!"

The beast fell over and was dead before it hit the ground.

"Lunch is ready! Or is it brunch?"

"I think it's brunch because we haven't had breakfast this morning."

"Okay!"

While they were eating Trixie felt sick because of the smell of blood and gore that filled the air.

"Are you okay Trixie? You look like you're about to throw up."

"Yeah, i don't feel so good. How was the meaaaAAAAA!"

"What?"

"You're covered in blood and gore and and uuuuurrrkkkk...."

Trixie threw up at the sight of Stitch covered in blood and gore.

"Oops. Sorry."

"Never mind... But please take a bath before after eating."

"Okay. Maybe you should sleep for a little while."

"Sounds good. Wake me up if we reach Ponyville. Just keep heading south."

"Okay!"

Five hours later.

"Trixie? Wake up."

"Five more minutes."

"TRIXIE!"

"Wha-what's going on!?"

"We might have a little problem."

"How little?" She didn't like the sound of this.

"Pretty big if a swarm of pony-like bugs is a problem."

"What!?" She quickly headed outside and saw thirty changelings surrounding her chariot.

"What are Changelings doing here!?"

"So that's what they are called!"

"You're not worried at all!?"

"Actually, no. I mean we just killes a Basilisk remember?"

"Oh. I was trying to forget the smell of blood and gore but thanks for bringing it back up."

"Sorry." Stitch smiled sheepishly.

"You're just going to sit there talking all day!?"

"Sorry Fright!"

Trixie now noticed there were already twenty changeling corpses laying around. There were still thirty changelings alive but it looked like Fright already killed quite a lot.

"How long are the changelings here already?"

"Three minutes i think."

"Wow."

The changelings were in a big disadvantage thanks to the lack of ponies.

"Huh?"

Trixie noticed a cave with walls covered in green goo.

"Maybe that's their hive. I'm going to take a look."

She went into the cave and saw that the whole cave was covered in green goo.

"Eeeeeewwww..."

She noticed there were no changeling inside of the cave but there was one cocoon.

"A big cocoon?"

She came closer and noticed that there was a black pony with the size of a new born foal.

"They captured a foal?"

"Really?"

Fright was standing next to her and examined it closely.

"What are we going to do?"

"I'm going to cut the cocoon open."

But before he could do that the cocoon opened broke open on it's own. But what they saw was not a normal foal. It was a changeling's foal.

"Soooooo cute!" Stitch picked the foal up like she would hold a baby. The foal snuggled up to her like she was it's mother.

"Watch out! Changelings feed of love!"

"Like a cutie like this little girl would do that! Can i keep Copycat?"

"You already named it!?"

"Copy is not a 'it'. She's a she. But can i keep her?"

"Well i don't know much about changeling nor the rest of this world so i think Trixie should decide."

"Please? Pretty please? With lot's of sugar!"

"I-i... Ffffffiiiinnnne."

"Yay!"

"But if it starts to eat away your emotions, don't say i didn't warn you!"

"Okay!"

"And you two could use a bath."

"Copy needs a bath too."

"This is gonna be a long day..."

"No it's not."

"What do you mean?"

"It's almost night."

"Ugh... Let's just go back to my chariot. I'l look how far away Ponyville is."

"Okay!"

"Mawa?"

"*GAAAASSP* She said mama!"

"Maybe changelings grow faster than ponies because they are partly bug."

"What do you mean?"

"A bee is fullgrown in three weeks so maybe changelings take about that long? Or maybe that's only till they can walk and fly."

"Whatever. Hey we're only 5 miles from Ponyville right now. If we head out now we might make it before sunset. But first, a bath."

Two hours later.

"We're almost there. Just one more mile and then we're there."

"Grrrrrrr..."

"Hm? Is anyone hungry again?"

"I don't think so. Stitch and i only need to eat once in a month to keep our selves from starving and overeating. You just ate. That means there's an animal nearby."

Trixie was amazed at how quickly Fright found that out.

"The question is, what kind of animal?"

"Hey, someone left a wooden wolf statue behind!"

"That's no statue..."

"Then what is it?"

"It's a timber wolf. A living carnivore plant in the form of a wolf."

"Can it move?"

In response the wolf jumped onto stitch.

"Get of, you stupid overgrown bush!"

She quickly broke it's jaw and ripped out the eyes. The timber wolf stumbled of but before it could escape Copycat bit in it's neck and started draining it of it's emotions. The timber wolf was mentally dead and the body couldn't take anymore eather so it fell over and died.

"Wow! That's my Copycat! Who's a brave foal? You are!"

"Yay! *yawn*."

"Awww! Are you sleepy?" Copycat lay down on her lap.

"Well that was weird."