The colt of the everfree

(Rainbow Dash's pov)

“Screw this, this kid needs help,” Rainbow Dash said, determination flashing in her magenta eyes. Before anypony could react, she zipped forward in a blur of color, scooping the colt up into her forelegs.

“Rainbow, wait—!” Fluttershy’s voice barely had time to leave her mouth before it happened.

The colt’s head snapped up like a wild animal caught in a trap. His teeth bared in an instant, sharp and unhesitating, and before Rainbow could even register what was happening, he lunged—jaws aiming right for her throat.

“Whoa—what the heck?!” Rainbow shouted, twisting just in time to avoid the bite. But the colt wasn’t done. He thrashed violently in her grasp, his small but powerful wings flaring wildly as he kicked and snapped at her hooves. His snarls were guttural, feral, nothing like any normal foal’s cry.

Rainbow gritted her teeth, struggling to hold onto him. “This kid is crazy strong—like, really freaking strong!” she said, wincing as he raked a hoof against her chest. His movements were wild and unpredictable, each strike fueled by sheer survival instinct.

“Rainbow, put him down before he—” Twilight started, but Rainbow didn’t get the chance. With a powerful jerk, the colt freed one hoof and struck her shoulder hard, making her yelp in surprise. He twisted, his teeth barely grazing her foreleg as she instinctively let go.

In a split second, he was dropping toward the ground, his wings flapping unevenly as he tried to steady himself—

Only for Twilight’s horn to glow, and a shimmering violet forcefield snapped around him midair.

The colt slammed into the magic barrier with full force, snarling and baring his teeth like a caged wolf. He twisted, kicking and ramming his body against the transparent walls, his green eyes wide with panic. Twilight winced as he thrashed, the sheer force of his movements making her magic flicker.

“Geez, Twilight, hurry up! He’s going nuts!” Rainbow said, rubbing her sore shoulder.

“I’m trying—just give me a second!” Twilight gritted her teeth, reinforcing the spell as the colt continued his desperate struggle.

Fluttershy stepped closer, her ears pinned back with worry. “Oh, the poor thing… he’s terrified…” she murmured.

Rarity, who had been silent until now, took a hesitant step forward, watching the colt carefully. “Darlings, are we absolutely sure this is a pony?” she asked, her voice uneasy.

The colt, still trapped in the magic field, froze at the sound of her voice. His ears flicked back, his breathing ragged. He looked between them, chest rising and falling quickly, his body tensed like he was preparing for another fight.

“Of course he’s a pony!” Applejack said, though her expression was uncertain. “He’s just… different.”

Twilight swallowed, staring at the young Pegasus still baring his teeth at them. “Different doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

"I think we should take him to the ponyville hospital" Twilight said " he clearly needs help, and I don't think anyone one of us is qualified to take care of a severely mentally unstable foal" with that they all agreed in a flash of light Twilight teleported to the hospital.

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My vision twisted and blurred. One second, I was surrounded by trees, the scent of the forest still clinging to my fur. The next, I was somewhere else entirely—bright, sterile, unnatural.

The shock hit me like a falling stone. My stomach twisted, and for a brief moment, my body felt weightless, like I was plummeting from the sky.

Then, the world snapped back into place.

Everything was wrong. The air smelled strange—too clean, too artificial. The sounds were different—no rustling leaves, no distant howls of my pack. Instead, there were voices.

Unfamiliar voices.

I spun inside my prison, my wings flaring as I slammed against the glowing wall surrounding me. My hooves struck hard, but the barrier didn’t give. Trapped. I was trapped again.

Panic clawed at my chest. My breathing quickened. No. No, I wouldn’t let them keep me here.

The purple one—the one who stole me—was moving quickly through the strange place, her eyes locked ahead as she pushed forward.

I snapped my teeth at the barrier, letting out a furious snarl. She flinched but didn’t stop.

They were taking me somewhere. But why?

Then we stopped.

Another creature stood before us. Taller, white, with a strange cloth wrapped around its body. It smelled like chemicals and something sharp—something unnatural.

The purple one spoke first.

“Tahoe that do toth do gain.”

The sounds meant nothing.

I bared my teeth, ears pressing flat against my head. My body was tense, ready to fight if I had to.

The white one’s eyes widened, its mouth moving. More meaningless sounds.

“Though doing toe, shut it a.”

Then, it moved toward me.

I tensed.

It lifted a hoof, reaching out.

No.

I lunged.

My body slammed against the barrier with a force that made the purple one stumble, her horn flickering for just a second. The bubble held firm, but I didn’t stop. I struck again, baring my fangs, letting out a deep, guttural snarl.

The white one recoiled. The purple one said something quickly, its voice high and panicked.

I didn’t care.

They weren’t my pack. They weren’t my family.

I wouldn’t let them take me. Not again.

Never again.

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(Twilight's pov)

Twilight burst through the hospital doors, her hooves striking the floor in a frantic rhythm. The glowing sphere of magic containing the colt pulsed with energy as he thrashed inside, snarling and slamming against its walls.

The door banged against the wall behind her, making Nurse Redheart flinch at the sudden noise. She turned sharply, already scowling—until she caught sight of what Twilight had brought with her.

The colt.

His fur was matted, streaked with dried blood, and his wild green eyes darted around the unfamiliar space with pure, unfiltered panic. His hooves struck the magic barrier with such force that each impact sent ripples through the glowing surface. His teeth bared in a silent snarl, his small, ragged form coiled like a cornered animal ready to lash out.

Redheart's breath hitched.

"Twilight," she said, her voice low, warning. "This is unethical. You know that."

Twilight grimaced. "I didn’t have a choice! He’s completely feral—he tried to attack my friends! This was the only way to contain him without hurting him or anyone else."

Redheart’s expression darkened. "He's a foal, Twilight. A foal! You can't just—"

The nurse reached a hoof toward the magical prison.

A blur of motion.

The colt lunged, slamming against the glowing surface with a snarl so fierce that Redheart stumbled backward, her breath catching in her throat. For a moment, raw animalistic fury filled his eyes, his lips curled back to reveal sharp, predatory teeth.

Twilight swallowed hard, her ears flattening as sweat dripped down her temple. Rainbow had been right—this colt was terrifyingly strong.

Redheart steadied herself, eyes never leaving the foal. She turned sharply, pressing a button on the intercom.

"Doctor Stable, I need immediate assistance at the front desk," she said, her voice firm but edged with unease.

Twilight forced a nervous smile. "I—I swear, I wouldn’t have brought him in like this if I didn’t think he was dangerous."

The colt was still growling, his gaze flicking between the ponies in the room, muscles tensed as if waiting for the moment they would strike.

And Twilight couldn't shake the feeling that, in his mind, they already had.