Instead of a dessert, it's a pony! A rarely speaking, hoof sucking, constantly dripping pony!
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Instead of a dessert, it's a pony! A rarely speaking, hoof sucking, constantly dripping pony!
“You must never be hungry,” Celestia noted, getting a silent nod from the pony made of ice cream.
He was busy sucking on his hoof, so he didn't say anything. The Princess smiled before continuing.
“Well, I imagine you’re a part of the strange ponies that started appearing, so I won’t waste your time and take you to them.” her horn lit up before McCreamy promptly disappeared.
***
McCreamy reappeared in a forest, looking at a hut built next to a large tree. His eyes had widened as his hoof remained still in his mouth, slightly discombobulated at the sudden teleportation. He quickly regained his senses, lowering his hoof and shaking his head. As he was looking around, the door to the hut opened, revealing a zebra with golden rings around it’s neck and large golden ring earrings, along with a mohawk.
“Hello? Are you a part of these big-time hits who call themselves the Misfits?” It asked him. After staring at her for a second, he stuck his hoof back in his mouth and nodded. She smiled and beckoned him in. “Then come in! Your friends are already restin’.” He walked in, marveling at the large bubbling cauldron in the middle of the hut.
“Hey!” McCreamy turned to his right at hearing that very familiar voice. “That you, McCreamy?” He stared, wide-eyed once again at the short unicorn with SwaggerSouls mask. He merely nodded again. Suddenly, a bald red pony appeared in his vision, startling him a bit.
“McCreamy?” The red pony he assumed was Zuckles asked. He just nodded in response.
“You still playin’ Fortnite?” Zuckles asked with a smile on his face, which quickly turned into a grimace as he clutched his stomach.
“Ah fuck. Nevermind.” Zuckles said, trudging to a makeshift bed in front of a computer set up and sitting on it.
He was staring at Zuckles with a concerned look before some… pony he assumed was Fitz called his name. He looked over to the tall yellow pegasus smiling at him.
“Stop sucking your hoof and get over here!” Fitz exclaimed, pulling him into a messy hug. Fitz quickly pulled away as he realized what had happened. “Ah shit, I'm covered in ice cream.” Slowly, his smile widened as his eyes showed what looked like childish glee as he licked a bit off of his hoof. Fitz started licking McCreamy off of himself, which sounds bad out of context, but there is context, so it isn’t bad. Hopefully.
He took his hoof out of his mouth, staring at Fitz, who was now on the ground in an attempt to lick every last bit, before speaking. “What the fuck happened?”
“No idea. We’re just here and recording podcasts,” Swagger said, gesturing to his computer. “Although we all have to use one mic.” Swagger glared at Fitz for a second before returning his attention to the ice cream pony, although Fitz didn’t notice.
After a few more seconds of licking, Fitz jumped back up to a standing position with a content sigh.
“You taste good.” Fitz pointed a hoof at McCreamy, before noticing the bit of ice cream left on it and promptly shoving it into his mouth. McCreamy unconsciously put his hoof back in his mouth as Swagger continued talking.
“As a matter of fact, we’re recording another later today, with you and Zecora,” Swagger glanced at the zebra, who was focused on her cauldron.
McCreamy looked between the two, before he suddenly chomped off his hoof in thought. He pulled it away and stared at it, mouth full of delicious vanilla ice cream as he watched his hoof grow back. After it grew back fully, he swallowed the mass of frozen dessert, which gave him a massive brain freeze that receded quickly, and looked at Swagger, nodding once with a smile.
***
“Hello, and welcome to the Misfits Podcast. I'm here with my co-hosts, SwaggerSouls and TobyOnTheTele. We have three special guests today, believe it or not. First up, we got McCreamy…" Fitz trailed off as he watched McCreamy sucking his hoof.
“McCreamy, take your hoof outta your mouth and speak!” Fitz ordered. “Fuckin’ foal, I tell ya," He mumbled, watching him reluctantly lower his hoof.
“Uh… Hello?" He hesitantly said with a nervous grin.
“We got Zuckles…"
“Cunt."
All the ponies surrounding Zuckles stared at him, Zecora in genuine disgust at his language, the others just staring for the long pause.
“And we got Zecora!" Fitz exclaimed, clapping his hooves just above Swagger’s helmet. The others joined in as a smile appeared on Zecora's face.
“Do not fear, I am here." She said, getting g a curious look from Zuckles.
“How do you do that?" Zuckles asked.
“Do what?" Zecora responded.
“That rhymey shit. You do it so much, and perfectly every time!" He said, gesturing at her with a hoof.
“It’s entirely optional. I can speak like a regular pony if need be," she responded. Swagger shook his head.
“Nah, doesn't sound right,” Swagger said.
“Fine." Zecora bluntly replied.
“So, you’re a zebra. Tell us how that works.” Fitz said.
“There is nothing to say. I was born this way." Zecora answered.
“Well, captain obvious, tell us your history.” Fitz said.
“Well, I came to Ponyville. I was less than welcomed, though. I was feared by the residents, so I began living in the forests. I have recently become a famous potion brewer, so I hope the fear rears its head no sooner.” She explained.
“I am also a teacher, to that dear filly Swagger met here. We have made much progress, though for her, this is merely a hobby to possess. The cure for the poison joke you inflicted upon yourself was actually the result of words that were misspoke.” She continued.
“My dear Apple Bloom, has learned her lesson, so now she learns with me to prevent others from doing it again.” Zecora finished.
“So basically, you were scary, then you did something good, and everyone started liking you?” Fitz summarized.
“Essentially, yes.” Zecora replied.
“And now you have a student who feared you and now reveres you as a potion maker?” Fitz finished.
“Her idea was blown asunder, so she has to learn from her blunder.” Zecora answered.
“I have no idea what that means, so I’ll just assume you said yes.” Fitz said.
“Assuming makes an ass out of you and me.” Zecora reminded him.
“No offense,” She said to the donkey with a blonde toupee that suddenly appeared outside the window.
“None taken.” The donkey said, walking away towards Ponyville.
“I won’t even question that.” Fitz said afterwards.
“Many things in Equestria are questionable, such as our dear Pinkie Pie. Twilight Sparkle has attempted to understand it, but she almost died.” Zecora said.
“Ok, I'm starting to like this place more and more!” Zuckles said. He then realized what he said that about, and quickly corrected himself. “The names, not the death.”
“Death is surprisingly rare here, my dear in fear.” Zecora explained.
“I’m not scared!” Zuckled exclaimed.
Author's Note
This is officially the end of my Misfits story writing streak. Thank you for sticking through this with me, especially mrkillwolf666, who basically created the Smii7y story, and the idea for a much longer story in the works. But, as always, all great things must come to an en-
*smack*
*thump*
There. He was getting on my nerves. Like that hoopla guy in Spongebob, ya know? Anyway, there will be more. A lot more. There's gonna be chapters of this shit! I ship Litty, ya know.
There's gonna be comedy, there's gonna be a plot, there's gonna be weed, the whole shebang. There's gonna be romance, there's gonna be action, but most importantly...
There's gonna be content.
