Why is the horse blue

Well, Zecora had been the plan.

Right up until Twilight and Spike stumbled on what they could only guess to be... The Creature. A slumped, snoring Bipedal tucked under armor that was similar to what the royal guards used, but with more cloth, and far less regality. It seemed more protective, though those were all observations made from a distance, from inside a bush.

Spike and Twilight tucked in its branches, they observed the creature as it clung to its spear, head lolling around, sighing contently.
"Twilight... what is it?" Spike whispers.
"Luna described it as a most dangerous foe, something that could very well enslave ponykind whole!" Twilight repeats, remembering the verbosity that the words had been scrawled down with. Slowly sliding her bag off and to the side, beside Spike, she lifts one of the bushes branches, getting a clearer view.

"Twilight, what are you--"
"Stay here Spike. If we can catch it while its sleeping, we might be able to subvert its plans. Without the other Elements, we need to play it smart." Twilight whispers, slowly pressing out of the brush and into the glade.

"It's play it safe!" Spike hisses in worry, eyes glued to the creature as Twilight creeps towards it, her horn glowing softly.

Anondus, Bane of Tranquility

Ugh... well, that was surprisingly one of his better naps. He wondered if it was because of this particularly squishy log, or the way that Blorse had--

He blinks a few times, groaning as he sits up. A foot from him, frozen stock still and staring with wide eyes, was another brightly colored horse. Was he still dreaming?

Rubbing at his eyes doesn't seem to help, and a pinch of his own cheek only elicits a slight tilt from the horse, and a stinging cheek for himself.

Well, he dreams of Blorse, and wakes to... Plorse? The thing was almost entirely purple, with a purple mane split by... more purple. He sensed a particularly pastel theme, here.

Anondus could see another one of those silly butt pictures on this one, too; but no wings. Horn was still there.
He mumbles to himself under his breath about their odd features, shifting his weight to lean on his spear, pushing himself to a stand. The purple creatures big, amethyst eyes are locked to his face, and its pupils shrink as he reaches full height.

Man, this things head only came up to his waist. Made him wonder if Blorse was big, or if this one was small. Riding was definitely out of the question for the smaller ones. Maybe he could get a saddle for the blue one... though the wings might be in the way.

The quesiton of whether or not this thing was related to Blorse floated around in his noggin, before leaning forward and waving a finger vaguely at the little thing, trying to illicit a response in a similar manner he had the blue one.

What that did get, was its horn to start glowing brighter, the little purple horse bracing its legs in a wider stance as it snaps out of whatever trance it was in. Really bright, like the glow that was permeating around it was starting to focus on the tip. Too bright, Anondus squints. Lets not have that.

He leans down, and flicks the tip of its horn--a zap of harmless energy running through his finger, making his hand tingly.

This, however, was equivalent to setting off a flashbang in front of the poor things face. It stumbles back and lands on its rump, eyes wide and in a daze as the glow around its horn sputters and spurts, dropping sparks before flickering out, leaving Anondus with a dazed, drooling, Plorse.

Yeah, fuck it, Plorse works.

Already familiar with how these things work thanks to Blorse, he leans his spear against the log, leans down, and scoops the thing up by the underbelly. Despite their size, they were a lot lighter than he expected. This one wasn't as soft as Blorse, and a little less fluffy. The thought of this one lacking in self-care was an amusing thought he pushed away for the moment.

Just before placing it on his lap, he lifts it up, catching a glance underneath.

No balls.

Curiosity sated, he settles the Plorse on his lap, and begins to softly scratch it behind the ears, stifling another yawn with his other hand. The ears twitched in recognition, but whatever shorted the thing out from his flick still kept the purple horse dazed.

Thats when Anondus feels something pushing on his leg. He leans, glancing down at his left foot.

Fat, little purple lizard. It slowly removes its mouth from his boot, staring up.

If Anondus were a superstitious man, he might decry it a wyrmling or such terrible thing. However, Anondus was on a cutestreak--and this thing had a funny little potbelly. He leans down and pokes its belly, electing some strange noises out of it; sounded like giggles to him. Weird, but cute; kind of like everything else so far. At this point, Anondus found it easier to just roll with whatever was going on, instead of going mad trying to establish some semblance of reality. Things would explain themselves one way or another.

With the same pokey hand, he scoops the lizard, placing it beside the purple pony as he scratches at some of the spines on the lizards back.

This continues for some time, the Lizard adorably pacified and now draped across his thigh, the purple horse slowly drawing back in to reality.

It blinks a few times, glancing around, confused--before its torso twitches, tilts its head, and subconsciously leans into a particularly deep neckscratch. Little purple horse was surprisingly tense.

They didn't seem to melt quite like the Blorse did, but this seemed an effective method for most denizens thus far. The purple one seems to be mentally returned again, though is... she muttering to herself? The little collection of quiet horse noises was pretty amusing.

Anondus' wonderings of just how many colorful little horse things there were was interrupted, as purple horse hopped down off his lap, turning to look at the little dragon.

"Alright, Spike; come on. I'm glad he's friendly, so far, but I don't want you just laying on him the whole time."

"Aw." Anondus and Spike huff at the same time.

Both the little creatures eyes widen, looking up at Anondus.

"...What?" He questions, offering a brow to be raised.

"YOU CAN SPEAK?!" The purple horse shouts. Wow, loud that one.

"I was gonna ask the same thing, actually. I don't know any horses that can do that." Anon answers, returning the funny little fat lizard to the ground as he stands.

"W-Hey! I'm not a Whorse! A-and don't say that kind of stuff in front of Spike!" Twilight retorts, a deep but offended blush sinking across her face. "And don't flick my HORN!"

"What? I mean... I get it, you don't really look like one, but I don't know what else to call you?" Anondus offers with a shrug. "And uh, sorry. Primal urge."
He looks down to the funny lizard.
"Spike, huh? You speak too?"

'Spike' nods. "Uh... yeah. Hey."
"Hey. I'm Anondus." Anondus nods, offering a fist. Spike slowly meets it, seeming to warm up to one of the only also-handed creatures in the area.

The purple coughs to get their attention, standing tall.
"You can call me Twilight Sparkle; I'm a Pony. A Unicorn, and the student of Princess Celestia! We were warned by Princess Luna that you might try to conquer the Ponies, so I'm going to ask you once."

She takes a bold step closer, squinting.
"Are you trying to enslave Ponykind? Threaten Equestria? Bring ruin to Harmony?!" She continues, voice rising with each accusation, her tail flicking about.

Anondus shrugs. "I don't even know what that is. I'm just trying to find Garlik."

Twilight shares a glance with Spike, the dramatic flair of the moment deflating rapidly.
"The... plant?"
"Oh, no, a dog. The Lord I serve sent me to find him, and he's a pain in the ass. The dog too."

Twilight seems to stew on this, muttering to herself.
"...You said something about Princesses?" Anon asks in the meantime.
Spike nods. "Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, of the Sun and Moon. Rulers of Equestria."

"And that's... here?" Anondus asks, pointing at the ground.
"Mhm." Spike nods again.

"...Is one of them Blue?" Anon pushes, curious. This catches both their attention, as they share a glance, before looking to Anondus.

"Yes, Princess Luna is bl--you didn't hurt Princess Luna, did you?!" Twilight stutters out in alarm.
"Huh? Oh, no, I keep seeing her in my dreams. Funny butt picture of a moon, hair that looks like stars. Also LOVES getting pet, especially right between the wings. Didn't know she could talk, though; hasn't said much to me yet."

Twilight processes this, hiding a smaller blush and clearing her throat.
"One; they're not 'Funny Butt Pictures', they're Cutie Marks." She says, turning to present hers to Anondus proudly.

"Oh, cool. So... paint? Tattoo?" Anondus gesticulates, making vague motions with his hands, spear leant against his shoulder.

Twilight sighs.
"No. When a Pony is a Filly or a Foal, they get their Cutie Marks as they grow up, helping them decide their life path."

Anondus seems confused.
"Get them from where?"

"You don't get a Cutie Mark from somewhere, it just appears! Typically after a particular situation that imbibes the young Pony with motivation for the future, but the results can vary!" She continues; seems the more comfortable she gets, the more... wordy, this one gets. A smart type, like a Scribe. Or a... nerd.

"Like... Magic?" Anon asks, floating the idea out, even though he finds the option... incredulous. Then again, these could be little Fae fuckers--

"Exactly!" The little purple horse says, practically beaming, like that was some kind of answer.

Anondus groans. Of course. Fae creatures. Thankfully, not very devious so far, but he was ready to pet himself out of getting twisted into a deal that would steal his firstborn at any moment.

"Wait... so why hasn't Princess Luna talked to you, if she's appeared in your dreams?" Twilight asks, tilting her head.
"Dunno. Blorse--or, uh... Princess Luna, didn't seem the talkative type." Things with their eyes rolled that far back in their head typically didn't get up to much talking.
"...Blorse?" Twilight prods.
"Oh, Blue Horse. Though, I guess that'd be Blue Pony now." Anondus muses in his infinite nicknaming wisdom, tapping a finger against his lips. A 'snrrk' escapes him. "B'loney. Like Balogna." He decides, looking to the two for approval. His stomach growled at the thought of something to eat, actually. He missed Supper from his Watch rotation, and didn't have anything on him to munch down on now. Well... no, he wasn't going to eat the funny lizard or the purple ho--pony. The idea of eating something that could speak weirded him out.

Twilight glances at his stomach as it sounds its discomfort. Spike takes a generous step towards Twilight.
"...What's Balogna?" Spike asks quietly.
"Oh, right. You're a H--Pony." He corrects quickly, starting to catch on. "You probably eat like... Hay and stuff." Anondus muses.
"Well, we eat more than that, but, you would be leaning towards being correct." Twilight affirms.
"Gems, for me." Spike adds.
Huh, it eats rocks. All sorts gathered here.

"It's slices of uh... cow, or something. Tasty stuff." Anondus imparts.

Both stare at him with wide eyes.
"You... eat meat?" Twilight eventually mutters, not sure if she wants the answer.
"Yep." Anondus affirms, scratching his nose.

"...Do you want to eat me?" Twilight asks, slowly, after a long pause.
Anondus frowns, snorting and firing back with a "Buy me dinner first, Buttsparkle."
"What? No, do you--oh, you mea--hey! That is not what I meant!" She retorts, stumbling through her words.
"But like, actually, do you have something I can eat? I'm pretty hungry." Anondus continues, ignoring, but enjoying her fluster.
"...Yes, BUT! No meat. You have to promise. For now." Twilight warns, trying to err to a compromise. She knew Griffins and some other species ate meat... but, she still wanted to be safe and make sure that Pony wasn't one of the things on his menu. It'd be good to get this 'Anondus' under watch, maybe contained at the Library until the Princesses could assist... but she didn't want to needlessly risk Ponyville to do so.
"Oh, uh... sure. I don't eat things that speak. Weirds me right out." He answers, shrugging.

Huh. Easier than she had hoped for. If he was being honest. The way he seemed... aloof, about the whole situation, very casual about it all, helped with her nerves.
"We'll find you something to eat at my Library, then. If you--"
"Can't eat books."
"If you eat my books, we'll have a lot more problems than if you can or cannot. No, I have food there too."
"...Noted. Lead on, Buttsparkle."
"My name is Twilight Sparkle."
"Well, before I referred to you as Plorse--why don't you like being called a Horse, anyway? That's what we call the closest thing I know to what your kind is."
"I'm not explaining what a Whorse is in front of Spike--and Spike, you'd better forgot you ever heard that word!" She denotes loudly, jabbing a concerned hoof at Spike, while at the same time, making sure he walked close to her. Who, at this point, mostly just found the situation entertaining. Anondus didn't seem so bad, and another creature with fingers and an irregular diet wasn't the worst thing to have around Ponyville.
"Also... Plorse? What, Purple..." She refuses to say the rest, but draws the conclusion easily enough. "Really?"
"Couldn't exactly get a name out of the blue one, the way she was drooling on me, so I just went with the first funny name I thought of."

That got their eyes wide, and afforded Anondus a few amused moments of silence as he trailed after the two, towards what he hoped would be a good meal. And maybe one of these other colorful pony-horse-butt tattoo things saw Garlik.

Twilight Buttsparkle, the Flustered

Twilight severely hoped Princess Luna was okay.