The Pony Who Would Be King {Supernatural x MLP}

A pony stalked through the garden. Wings once bright as snow were now the color of night and folded neatly at his sides. His mane hid something he was glad could be contained. His cutie mark was covered by the trench coat he wore.

The stallion walked to the bench, empty and secluded. Not like anypony else was here. No, this was his paradise.

He climbed up onto the bench and sat down, releasing a sigh. He shuffled his wings, easing his discomfort. The pony gazed at his hooves for a little while, then looked up at the sky. He drew in a breath, then spoke.

“Mother?”

You know better than anypony else just how long I’ve been alive for. I remember it all. Or, at least, most of it.

I remember being at a shoreline, watching a little grey fish heave itself up on the beach and an older brother saying, "don't step on that fish, Castiel. Big plans for that fish." I hadn’t planned on hurting the thing, of course. I was young, but old enough to understand that hurting things was wrong.

I remember the Tower of Babel. All 37 feet of it, which I suppose was impressive at the time. Ponies worked on it for ages. And when it fell, they howled 'divine wrath'. But come on - dried dung can only be stacked so high.

I remember Cain and Abel...David and Goliath...Sodom and Gomorrah. And, of course, I remember the most remarkable event - remarkable because it never came to pass.

It was the largest event in history. It risked our lives, every single last one of us. And it was averted because of two ponies.

One is a unicorn, got the genes from his mother, and the other an earth pony. I’m sure you already guessed he got that from daddy. Saying they’re ordinary ponies would be untrue, and it’s a sin to lie. Not that sinning makes much of a difference to me anymore.

I stretched the laws of Heaven, found loophole after loophole until I could no longer. And that’s when I broke free. I went against my home, against my family. I learned the meaning of freedom. I risked my all for those stallions. For my friends.

But that’s not the grand story. No, that story is much larger. An event prevented by two brothers, an alcoholic earth pony, and a fallen angel. We ripped up the ending and the rules. And destiny... leaving nothing but freedom and choice. Which is all well and good, except... Well, what if I've made the wrong choice? How am I supposed to know?

I'm getting ahead of myself. I have a story to tell. You need to understand in order to give me guidance. Let me tell you my story.

Let me tell you everything.