Dance Dance Revolution meets a newfoal

by Da Bunnana King

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Original Character, Random
Length: 1088

Poor coordination from a newfoal and dance dance revolution? What could go wrong?

Its an ordinary day for anypony. Except for one newfoal whose going to learn about the very exiting and unknown game of Dance Dance Revolution.

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A Conversion Bureau story... kinda... well not really... please don't hurt me.
See no Applebloom tag.

Published 2012-09-25 18:54:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-09-25 18:54:01 UTC

The moves like McDagger

Dance Dance Revolution meets a Newfoal
By Da Bunnana King

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The large indoor arcade was a hit with most native Equestrians and even most newfoals couldn’t resist the old world charm it held, but one arcade was extremely popular with everypony.

“May I present to you, the Pixel Dungeon!” said the excited pegasus mare. She was a native to Equestria as she featured three water droplets on her egg white coat, that mixed well with her well styled light blue mane.

“I don’t know about this, Droplet,” said the timid earth pony whose coat was a dark blue (near on black) and his mane was the same color of neon blue that the establishment's sign had.

“Oh it will be fun, trust me,” she said as she herded the shy newfoal into the arcade.

“But I’ve never even been to these types of places,” said the stallion and he tried to back away from the entrance.

“Please,” she said her face became all pouty and her eyes were in puppy dog mode.

He knew he couldn’t resist the puppy dog eyes but he stood his ground. She knew she was failing so she flattened her ears against her head and began to bite her lower lip as tears formed in her eyes.

“Please,” she whimpered as she tried her best to force a fake whimper cry.

“Alright, but just only this once,” he said letting out a sigh as they trotted into the arcade.

The inside was filled to the brim with ponies of various shapes and sizes enjoying the oversized consoles that had somepony in front of it.

Classic games like Galaga, Space Invaders, Pac-Stallion, and the rare Pong which was even more addictive than a block of salt. But in the back corner surrounded by a small herd of ponies chanting names and moving to the beat was the ancient and most skill required game of all... Dance Dance Revolution.

It was imported to Equestria after it was refurbished by countless humans and ponies alike, but it was the main attraction of the arcade. Ponies from around the countryside would flock in droves to see ponies attempted such a game, as it required a high sense of coordination in order to even pass the first song.

“You're kidding me right?” said the stallion as he was pushed closer to the machine, nearly tripping over his hooves.

“Oh give it a go, what’s there to lose?” Droplet said as she nudged him onto the console that had technicolor arrows and a unicorn with a drum being her cutie mark.

She was a neon blue colored mare with a neon purple mane. She wore several glow sticks around her neck and forehooves, as well her mane that had been styled to be spiky and wild looking.

“Are you ready hotshot?” asked the mare as the first song began to play.

“Please be an easy song,” he pleaded to the machine as the lights began to flash and the screen changed to that of two animated ponies in hip stylish clothing.

It must have been the day that the gods of DDR decided to begin to play the hardest song that the console held, but it was also the day that lady luck shone upon the sacred stallion.

It was a blur of hooves as the beat turned up and the crowd began to dance along with it. Sweat formed on the brow of the stallion as he caught up to the beat, but not for long as a wave of arrows appeared from the bottom of the screen.

He hit them in time but lost his balance and came crashing down, but even then he used his limbs to hit the buttons as the arrows continued to fly from the bottom of the screen to the top.

“Go Neon!” somepony yelled from the crowd as the mare began to spin around to do some wild moves.

“You can do it honey buns!” yelled the stallion’s mare friend as she was biting her hooves in suspense.

The mare was on fire with her moves while the stallion was barely able to stand on his hooves, let alone to bust some funky moves on the dance floor.

The music began to throb and the stallion looked like he could barely keep instep with the notes as they flew across the screen. Fast and faster the arrows flew and the mare was hitting them in time as did the newfoal.

The song began to slow down and before he knew it, the song was done.

The score slowly began to calculate as the mare stood proudly, and the stallion was gasping to catch his breath on his shaky legs.

The machine whirred as the score slowly calculated. The tension was so thick it could be cut with a soaking wet loaf of bread. Everypony was on edge as a hush fell upon the arcade as the score slowly began to pile up from the thousands into the millions. Player ones score finished calculating and the stallion seems pleased with himself all thought it was masked by his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted like a dog.

The stallion was still gasping for air as the mare was beginning to pant from the intense game they had just played.

The mare just stood there as she prepared herself for her fans to begin to scream her name as she was showered in flowers and change so she could light up the dance floor once again.

‘PLAYER ONE WINS!’ spoke the machine as the stallion’s face lit up with glee.

“I... I lost,” said the flabbergasted mare, “I’ve never lost before.”

“WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!” yelled a random pony from the crowd as the stallion was hoisted into the air and was carried away along with his mare friend.

“WAIT!” cried the losing mare, “How’d you learn to dance like that?”

“I spent too much of my foalhood in my local arcade, spending all my change on the DDR machine in there,” he replied from atop the crowd.

“But I though they never existed on Earth after the year 2015,” she replied.

“They got it from EBay,” he said as the crowd carried him outside.

The mare just sat there solemnly and asked, “What’s an EBay?”

Author’s Notes: The moral of the story is to brush and floss your teeth, or I’ll steal your ideas from your head while you sleep.