How to Train Your Dragon: The Pony Edition

Within the Everfree Forest not too far from the town of Ponyville, an egg stood still.

It was enjoying his nap among his bed of grass in the shade of the trees next to the river where the sound of the water's ever constant flow soothed it in it's deep slumber. It was rather large, red in color with black shadows swirling all over it. Sometimes a creature or two would investigate the strange looking rock. Many predators tried eating it but found the shell to be as hard as stone so they left it. And so the egg waited for it's master to claim it as it had for over a thousand years. "Maybe today will be different" it wondered.

A white bunny hopped forward. It sniffed the red and black rock curiously. "Are you my master?" the egg asked. The bunny jumped back in fright looking for the source of the voice. "Don't be afraid. I can't hurt you." the egg said. The bunny didn't calm down. It hopped off, frightened out of it's mind. "No! Wait!" the egg shouted. This made the frightened bunny hop faster. No today wasn't different at all. Just another scared creature that ran away at the sound of a voice without a body. To the suprise of the egg another voice made itself heard.

"Oh, Angel! I wasn't expecting you back so soon! Did you - Hey! Where are you going so fast? Is something there?!?!? Is some pony there?" the voice called out. "Eeeek!" This unknown voice squeeked as terrified as the bunny.

"No just me." the egg said.

"Wh, Who are y, y, you?" the voice asked.

"I don't have a name." came the egg's responce.

"You don't have a name?" the voice asked. "Yeah." the egg had already answered that question. Why did this voice just ask it again?

"Wh, wh, where are you?"

"Just follow my voice and I'll show you."

"Um, ok."

"You just need to come up a few more feet."

"Ok" the voice was now barely above a whisper.

The voice belonged to . . . her . . . a beautiful pale yellow Pegasus Pony with a long flowing tail and mane of bright pink, bright blue eyes, and three pink butterflies for a Cutie Mark.

"If you have wings why didn't you fly to find me?" the egg asked.

"Umm, I'm not that good a flier." the the way she said it made her voice get quieter and quieter. "Where exactly are you again?" the pony asked.

"I'm right in front of you." The pony looked all over the place but the only thing she saw was a strange red and black rock.

"Are you hiding behind that rock? Because if you are please don't come out and scare me. I really don't like being scared." The egg laughed.

"You know how many times I've been called a rock in a thousand years? I've lost count. No, I'm not a rock. I'm an egg and I'm waiting for my master. Are you my master?" the egg asked hopefully.

"You're an egg?" the pony asked.

"Yes. I just said that, and that I'm waiting for my master. Are you my master?" The pony hadn't payed attention to the question again.

"There's no way you can be an egg. I know every creature in this forest and I have never seen an egg like you or a creature lay an egg like you before. Can't say I've ever heard an egg talking either." The egg was growing very impatient at this point.

"Look I'm an egg. I've been an egg for a thousand years. I am an egg because my master hasn't claimed me yet. Are you my master?" The pony cowered at the authority in the egg's voice.

"Muh, muh, master? Don't you mean mother?"

"Mother?"

The egg had heard that word before. Some creatures that came to investigate him had younger ones with them, those younger ones would use the word mother to the larger size creature.

"Are you my, mother, then?" The egg asked confused at this point.

"Well, no, but would you like me to take care of you?" asked the pony.

"I don't really know. It would be nice to finally be away from this spot after such a long time" the egg said.

"Then that settles it. Come on we're going home." Home, something about that word sounded nice to the egg. It couldn't fathom why this winged pony had developed a fascination with it after being scared to death at the sound of it's voice just moments ago.

"Ok then, Mother." The winged pony somehow scooped up the egg and placed it on her back. Realizing it was much heavier than it appeared, the walk 'home' (still a foreign word to the egg's vocabulary) took a lot longer than she expected. This 'home', as the yellow pony said, was a small cottage at the edge of the forest. Covered in grass and filled with runways, holes and perches for different animals 'home' felt right to the egg. He felt he finally belonged to someone. At the arrival of this pony, multiple creatures ran up to her as she opened the door. The egg recognized a few of them. So this was where they lived. The pony put the egg down next to a fireplace and walked away into another room. The fire felt nice. The egg heard a couple of sounds coming from the other room. The pony came back with several bowls of brown stuff in it. The egg watched in confusion as all the animals practically mugged the pony to drop the bowls. When she set them down all of them happily munched on this stuff. That is except for the white bunny from earlier. He looked at this pony with contempt for the meal she presented him. Apparently it wasn't up to standard for the bunny so he kicked it away.

"Oh, um, ok Angel. You don't have to eat it if you, um, don't want to."

The bunny smirked a little bit and pulled out a shape filled with thinner shapes with something on it. The bunny pointed to some thing in it and the pony smiled.

"Ok Angel. Just wait a little longer and it'll be already for you." The bunny smiled now and sat back down.

"Hey,uh, Angel. Over here." said the egg. Angel looked around panicing, remembering the voice from earlier.

"Yeah it's me. I'm in here now." The bunny couldn't have turned a shade whiter if it was possible.

"Listen, I been watchin' the way you boss around that pony. I want to know why when she takes of you and gives you food to eat and a place to sleep." The bunny looked like he was about to faint.

"Just be nice to her and you won't have any problems from me." The bunny shook his head up and down rapidly.

"Good, now eat your food." Right on cue, the pony returned with an updated dish.

"Sorry Angel. I know you like it a certain way. I didn't have all the ingredients. Please don't kick it over again." To her amazement the white bunny ate the food without any complaints. A short time later, all the animals were put up to their individual areas and sleeping quite soundly. The yellow pony walked over to the fireplace and laid down. She had forgotten all about the red and black egg right beside her.

"So shall we pick up where we left off." She leaped a good five feet in the air before landing on the floor.

"Wha? Who? Where?" Panic washed over her face.

"It's me. The, uh, egg you picked up." That calmed her down.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I not used to having something talk to me at night."

"It's quite alright. You don't seem the brave type anyway. And I have excuse to give my 'mother' a heart attack" The pony blushed in embarressment.

"That's quite considerate of you since we've only just met today." The egg seemed to ignore that last remark.

"Now to the business at hand. You picked me up and brought me into your home. I am now your humble servant Master."

"I thought you had agreed to call me mother." said the yellow pony before squeeking. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry where are my manners. My name is Fluttershy.What's your name again?"

"I don't have name"

"Oh that's right. Well, what do you want to be called?"

"Um that's kind of the thing. I don't really know what I am to pick my name. Kind of defeats the purpose if you know what I mean"

Before he could continue the shell that covered him suddenly went soft. He felt around. Sure enough, the shell that had housed him for a thousand years was now weak. He tried something different. He put a hand against the inside and pushed. The hand went through and ripped the shell a little bit. He grabbed the outside of the shell and ripped some more. Before he knew it, he was out of his home of a thousand years and experiencing life for the first time. Fluttershy looked his way and fear gripped her face.

Standing in front of her was a dragon.