My Little Fortress

by Pyroisaguy

Rating: teen
Tags: Crossover, Alternate Universe, Human, Comedy, Adventure
Length: 626

Yet another TF2 FIM crossover

When one of Twilight's potions goes wrong, a group of nine ponies is transported to a mysterious land. Meanwhile, nine humans are trying to infiltrate an evil mastermind's base, when something goes terribly wrong.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-10-10 00:54:40 UTC

Prologue

Equestria

“So why are we going to Zecora’s again?” inquired Rainbow Dash. “I told you, my next lesson in magic is potions, and Zecora’s my tutor. “My question still stands,” Dash said arrogantly “why are we coming with you?” Applejack elbowed Rainbow Dash and gave her a look of disapproval. “It’s my new potion I want to show you guys. I invented it myself!” Twilight answered. “This sounds like a reason... for a PARTY!!” Pinkie Pie beamed, producing a tray of cupcakes. “Woah, Pinkie, these cupcakes are great!” Spike said as he took three cupcakes and stuffed them in his mouth. “Spike, that is most ungentlemanly.” Rarity commented. Spike blushed and looked away. “We’re here!” Twilight said. As if on cue, the six ponies and dragon felt the ground rumble. Looks of fear crossed their face as they turned around to find... “Big Mac?” Applejack asked.

“Eyup”

“What’re ya doin’ here?”

“Well, Granny said she didn’t want you to go into the Everfree alone.”

“But Ahm not alone! I’ve got all mah friends. Ah don’t need no babysitter. No how, no way.”

“Ah told Granny that, but she wouldn’t have it. She said you young fillies were too irresponsible.”

“Irresponsible my hoof...” mumbled Applejack

“Sorry, Jack”

“Alright,” Twilight said, “the more the merrier, right?” “Eyup” came the simple reply. With that, they knocked on Zecora’s door. She opened the door and greeted the ponies with her signature rhyme

“Hello, my little ponies, oh wait... are you phonies?”

“No, no, we’re not Changelings. Princess Celestia made sure that Chrysalis would never return.”

“Ah, that I love good news. Now come ‘round back. Twilight’s potion we will now use”

The nine of them went round back and Twilight said “Okay, this is my first potion... ever. I hope this turns out okay...” “Twilight Sparkle, this isn’t a test. Calm down and take a rest.” “Okay, okay, said Twilight as she undid the cork of the vial and tilted it forwards when-”Get on with it!” cried Rainbow Dash, bored out of her mind. Twilight was surprised and her flow of magic was disrupted as she dropped the bottle. “Rainbow Dash! Don’t do that again! I spent a whole week on that potion, and you’re lucky it didn’t break! Next time you--”Twilight turned around to see the potion roll right into the swamp with a “plop”. The water swirled and churned, an aura lighting up the dim forest. the whole group stared at the swamp and gasped at what they saw.

The Dust Bowls of America

“So fellas,” the Engineer started to explain, looking around the room as he realized nobody but the Pyro, Medic, and heavy were listening quietly(Well, Heavy was eating his beloved lunchtime snack) The Soldier was busy picking his nose, the Scout and Sniper were discussing the latest issue of Saxton Hale Action Comics, Demoman was drunk in a corner, and Spy was standing aside. “Fellas!” Engineer cried. Nobody listened. “HEEY BABY-MEN, SHUT UP AND LISTEN OR I WILL KILL YOU AND KILL YOU AND KILL YOU!” Heavy shouted. The entire team froze and listened. The respawn system was flawless, but it wasn’t painless. “So Engineer, mein freund, what does this portal here do?” “This machine can teleport the entire team to a specific coordinate anywhere on the planet. I just entered what I’m pretty sure is Gray Mann’s base”

“Sounds like a plan, men. Let’s go!”

“Aight, aight, fine. Lemme go pack my Bonk! ™”

“For the Queen!”

“Mphmph!”

“Oi, laddies, but, uh, can I bring mah scrumpy?”

“No.”

“Forwards, comrades!”

“Mentle -ahem- Gentlemen?”

“Let’s pony up, boys!”

And with that, Engie turned on the portal and they stepped through.

Please give any feedback. Should I continue? Or is it just too cliche?