Quest to Zephyr Heights: A My Little Pony / BioShock Infinite Crossover

Somewhere off the coast of Equestria

Prospect Cover, the pegasus private investigator, sat onboard the raft as the two unicorns rowed further out to sea. Or, at least one unicorn rowed.

"Are you going to just sit there?" asked the unicorn stallion.

"As compared to what?" replied his female compatriot, "Standing?"

"Not standing. Rowing."

"Rowing. I hadn't planned on it."

"So, you expect me to shoulder the burden?"

"No. But I do expect you to do all the rowing." She turned to Prospect and handed the pegasus a wooden box.

Prospect eyed the box carefully and asked, "What's this?"

The unicorns seemingly didn't hear her or were ignoring her. "And why is that?" asked the male unicorn belatedly.

"Coming here was your idea," the unicorn mare responded flatly.

"My idea?"

"I made it very clear that I don't believe in the exercise."

"The rowing?"

"No. I imagine that's wonderful exercise."

"Then what?"

"The entire thought experiment."

"One goes into an experiment knowing one could fail."

"Ahem, excuse me," Prospect raised a hoof, but the unicorns continued to ignore her. "Uh, right." Instead, she opened the wooden box and perused its contents. There was an assortment of random trinkets. A silver key, a blurry photo of her target, a card with some kind of code, and a postcard of some kind, depicting a large statue of a pegasus mare with her hooves outstretched. Also, in the box was something that would be useful, a six-barrel revolver. She smirked to herself, examining the gun, "This could work."

"One goes into an experiment knowing one could fail," the male unicorn continued.

"But one does not undertake an experiment knowing one HAS failed," the female unicorn suggested.

"Can we get back to the rowing?"

"I suggest you do, or we're never going to get there."

"No, I mean I'd greatly appreciate it if you would assist."

"Perhaps you should ask her," the unicorn mare said, pointing a hoof back at Prospect, "I imagine she has a greater interest in getting there than I do."

"I suppose she does...but there's no point in asking."

"Why not?"

"Because she doesn't row."

"She doesn't row?"

"No. She doesn't row."

"Ah. I see what you mean. We've arrived."

The boat knocked against the wooden piers of a dock. Prospect Cover disembarked and looked back. It was raining and dark, and nary a thing could be seen out on the water.

"Shall we tell her when we'll be returning?" the unicorn mare asked.

"Would that change anything?" her compatriot responded, beginning to row the boat away.

"It might give him some comfort."

"At least that's something we can agree on."

Prospect looked around, for she was unsure of what to do next. "Hey!" Prospect yelled out to the cyan ponies shrinking in the distance, "Is somepony meeting me here?"

"I'd certainly hope so," the male unicorn answered.

"It does seem like a dreadful place to be stranded," the female unicorn commented. With that, the light on the boat faded as it was rowed into the darkness.

Prospect shook her head, those two were certainly an odd... couple? She knew that as a pegasus, she was supposed to hate the other kinds of ponies, but she never really harbored those feelings personally.

She sighed and looked up, the lighthouse's own light barely showing through the rain. The job was simple, go to a place, get the pony, bring her to Manehattan. Simple.

Beady-eyed crabs scattered underhoof as Prospect walked up to the lighthouse. There was note on the door with message crudely scrawled on.

"Bring us the girl and wipe away the debt."

Stepping inside the lighthouse, it was quiet, too quiet. Prospect shook out her mane and wings, not that wings were of much use to pegasi anymore; the rain had thoroughly drenched her bright pink mane and dark pink coat. She examined her surroundings. The keeper of the lighthouse was apparently a history buff. A map of old Equestria was pinned up on the wall along with illustrations of the old Princesses.

Prospect walked upstairs and swore under her breath. Not only was the lighthouse keeper a history buff, he was history himself. The corpse of the earth pony was tied up to a chair, a sack having been pulled over his head. Blood dripped from a hole where a single bullet had been placed into his skull.

With no other leads, Prospect went further up to the top of the lighthouse. The foggy sea below provided no view, and the glass dome at the top was locked. Prospect stopped and looked at the locked door closely, the symbols. She pulled out the card from the wooden box, it had the same symbols.

With a touch of hesitation, her hoof pressed the first matching symbol, the shape of a butterfly. An unseen bell rung, indicating that something had worked. So, Prospect continued with the code, two presses of the cloud with the lightning bolt, and two presses of the star.

Suddenly, the sky turned a shade of pink for split second, and did so four more times, matching the tones of the bells.

"What in Equestria?" Prospect asked to herself as the door whirred and clicked open.

The only thing inside the top of the lighthouse was a chair.

"I guess they expect me to sit there," Prospect said to herself. And sit she did, the chair bein

Having been comfortably adjusted for her wings.

In an instant, metals restraints clicked into place, bounding her hoofs to the arms of the chair.

"What the hay?!"

"Stay calm, child of the sky," an electronic voice droned from an unseen location, "The restraints are in place as a safeguard."

Prospect's ears flattened, "This can't be good."

As if it heard her, the lighthouse whined mechanically. The floor beneath the chair fell away as metal walls rose around her. The chair turned and twisted sideways, making Prospect swear as her saddlebag fell off, getting crushed in the twisting gears below.

"Ascend, ascend," the mechanical voice droned ignoring the pegasus's cries of distress, "ascend to your chosen home in the sky. In five... four... three... two... one."

The pod violently shook as it began to rise. Clouds flitted past the singular window as the rocket broke through the cloud bank.

"Five thousand feet...ten thousand feet...fifteen thousand feet," the mechanical voice paused as Prospect was blinded for a second, "Welcome home."

Prospect gasped as the clouds parted, revealing a floating city in the sky. Tiered buildings of white and gold floated on their accord with arched bridges connecting them. Strange flying airships slowly lumbered in between the buildings. And most beautiful of all, a giant bronze statue of a pegasus, her wings and hooves outstretched with love, rose above it all.

The rocket shuddered once more as it began to lower and made contact with a building. The descent was slow and mechanical, giving one time to read the phrases etched on the walls.

"In this faithless world without magic or leadership, why did we get such a pony?
For she has created a place where a pony does not have to worry about being outcasted, because every pony is equal.
Though we deserve not a scrap for our wicked ways.
She has led us to a new haven of peace.
And the Prophet shall lead all the ponies to an everlasting peace."

The rocket stopped with a thud as it reached the bottom.