Yahoo Octavia

by Arn

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Human
Length: 1060

The Yahoo Octavia in a universe where our favorite ponies are yahoos, post Gulliver.

Walking along the beach a yahoo hears something, as the yahoos begin to discover who they are in the "Last Days" of Houyhnhnm island.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-01-17 08:29:25 UTC

Along the Briny Beach

"come and walk with us!' A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, Along the briny beach"

Walrus and the Carpenter, Lewis Carol

She thought about what the Pink one had said, as she had made them sit down and look up at her as she talked while flipping through this strange thing on her lap. It was fascinating to watch. The cadence of her voice a pleasure to listen to as the Mare Mon stood by keeping watch.

"Hello! I call myself Pinkie Pie.Now everyone! Sit down, come on!"she said as she gently persuaded each yahoo to sit down and relax.They looked longingly at the cliff of clay where they used to dig for shinny clear rocks, now buried in heavy rocks that no amount of lifting or pounding could move.

"If you all stay and listen, I'll have a surprise and presents for you!"so they sat and listened, having no clue as to what she was saying.

Her words calmed them down, and when she talked as she moved the strange bundle of leaves, leaf by leaf, the crying in the yahoo's heart became softer and softer. They screamed inside for the beautiful diamonds, diamonds only one yahoo could get passing through the rocky crags to the diggings.

A brilliant white and purple thing! So lovely, growing more lovely as she grew older.She was always welcome because the majority of the jewels she would give away.However, she had come to visit the cliffs less and less having found a clear pool of mirrored water. She would stared at her own reflection for hours and it seemed no amount of persuasion could pull her from her own reflection. Her younger sister wept as she socialized with her friends, because she cared. She couldn't to see her sister fading away, a beautiful shade, to starvation.

Often, she would  run to the pink one to help her drag her sister away from that mirrored pool.

"Poor Rarity.Poor Sweetie Bell!"The Pink one would say.

When the Pink one was finished she smiled sadly at them.She had been reading over an hour ,by the arc of the sun, and they hadn't understood a word she had read, these yahoos all bare skinned with windblown hair, again!

"At least your calm." Mon brought over a large bowl full of water."Now to work."Pinkie said cheerfully.She took a rag and cleaned their paws. Some protested, only to be admonished.

"No!"she said."Clean hands.Then you may have pie!"

"Naughty little kitten's with unclean mittens!"

"Pie...."they gurgled.

"Line...."Pinkie replied.

They begrudgingly formed a line.As Mon stood close by Pinkie she began to hand to each yahoo a piece of pie. While they were eating, she brought out strange things like the rag used to clean their paws and covered the yahoos.

"What have you been up to?You've torn all the close we made for you to shreds!"The yahoo made a prancing motion."Oh...the young stallions chased you.Meanies!"She talked to Mon in the tongue of the Houyhnhnm and sighed not having received a happy answer."You'll just have to keep running I suppose."

She finally came to a certain yahoo who growled fiercely at her as Pinkie attempted to dress her.

"Octavia? What's wrong?"

  Octavia then showed Pinkie a treasure, remarkably clean and pristine kept by the yahoo.

"Oh pretty!A pink bow tie? Where did you get that?""

Octavia grunted and held it up to herself.

"You want to wear it?"Pinkie moved her hand to her neck."But it goes up here,silly, over the clothes."

"Clothes.."the dark haired yahoo said defeated then relented and allowed the pink one to dress her.

As soon as Pinkie was finished she tied the bow tie to the yahoo's neck. Octavia was quite pleased as Pinkie showed her a mirror.

Pinkie spotted a learning opportunity"Do you want to keep that?"

Octavia nodded vigorously.

Ever so carefully, Pinkie untied the tie showing the darker yahoo what she was doing. Tying it again, when the yahoo became agitated, over and over.

At last Octavia understood and tied it herself.

"Very good!"Pinkie gave the yahoo a gentle hug. The yahoo gently returned the hug.

Pinkie hugged all the yahoos.

"Ok, guys! Careful out there, I don't want any of my yahoos to get trampled to death by juvenile stallions!"she said sadly. Then brightened up."See you next week!"

Then the pink one did that strange flapping thing with her paws and began leaving the yahoos with Mon. The Yahoos returned the gesture. When she was gone they began to disperse.

Leaving Octavia to wander along the beach.

"the briny beach"

Octavia wander quite a distance. She encountered many strange pieces of flotsam along the way. If she had had an order mind she would have wondered at what she came across. Alas, she was a wild creature of nature, enjoying the salty air as it played with the soft cloth bound round her body by the pink one. To her what she came across was just twisted trees and weed.

She had come across the bow tie she was wearing like this, she picked it up because it was pretty! It was inside something clear with a yahoo bearing its teeth wearing something similar on its neck.

Just for that Octavia would take the other from that yahoo! He already had two! She tore and tore at the bag as she roared!In triumph she pulled out, tore the yahoo inside to pieces and then buried the pieces in the sand!

She hand won! She had her necktie and the pink one had shown her how to put it on! She looked down with pride at the pink shining bow of satin around her neck and bared her teeth.

It was then she heard it. That sound!

It scared her. She ran and hid inside the shell of some giant animal all rusted and twisted an acrid smell in the air.

As she hid there, it kept sounding.

It was lovely to listen to and the more Octavia listened it sounded like it was crying! At last Octavia headed up from the shore to the dunes where the sound was coming.

It came from a high dune. Leaves of the same kind the pink one was gently turning were fluttering everywhere around the dune grass, around  a broken shell of some kind, the sound was coming from inside.

"Broupum...glomphrum...enuphum...ummm...ummm."it cried deeply.