Bacon and Hobbes: The Purple Doll.

"All right Bacon the key to casting a proper spell is all about balance. Every unicorn has their limits and overdoing it can be a painful experience."

The trio had taken their magical endeavors outside, where Hobbes wouldn't have to sit and deal with two emotional mares. They had taken residence on a hill, overlooking the back of Bacon's two story house, as well as much of the small neighborhood. The sky was clear, and the grass was as green as ever. Perfect for a little tutoring.

Bacon, however, wasn't in the mood for any of Twilight's mentoring. Her face was covered in dirt and grass, due to her inability to walk in a straight line without Hobbes tripping her up for a cheap laugh. "Can we get straight to the zombies?" Bacon asked, as she rubbed gravel from her messy mane.

"That's a little too complex for someone your age. Let's go with something a little easier." Twilight suggested, before pointing a hoof down at a little dandelion. "Levitation is the first thing my dad taught me, so we'll start there. Try and pull this flower from its roots."

"Easy!" Bacon exclaimed, as she zeroed in on the helpless flower. With her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, Bacon sat and  stared at the flower, clenching every muscle in her head in a attempt to summon a single spark from her stubby horn. Nothing happened.

"I don't think you're doing it right."Hobbes stated, as he watched the foolish filly completely fail at her attempt at levitation. "let me help you out. All you really need is a little......Motivation." Hobbes added, snicking up behind the oblivious filly with a predatory glint in his eyes.

"What are you taAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Without warning, Hobbes had gently, but effectively, stabbed the filly with one of his sharp claws right on her unsuspecting flank eliciting an ear shattering scream from the injured pony.

"ARGH THE AGONY!" Bacon cried, as she rolled around in the grass hoping for the pain to subside. "What was that for!?"

Hobbes didn't reply at first, with that evil glint still very much present in his eyes. "Motivation! There's nothing like the idea of pain to get the ol' magic flowing!" He snickered, as he began to circle his prey.

"Basically, you're going to torture her until she does something?" Twilight asked, as she watched the orange predator leap into a tall patch of grass. "Interesting. I should probably write a report about it."

Hobbes wasn't listening, however. Much to Bacon's dismay, he had hidden himself from view. "Aren't you supposed to be doing something? You have ten seconds to pull that flower out of the dirt. Or else." Hobbes sneered, as he watched the helpless pony look at her mentor for help.

"Aren't you going to do something!?" Bacon cried. She could hear the tiger pushing his way through patched of grass, but she couldn't put on finger on his location. All she knew was that he was out of view and he was alot faster than she was.

Twilight only gave her a simple shrug. "Are you crazy? He'll kill me! Good luck though." Twilight replied, as she backed away from the sitting duck. "Remember! Focus!" And with that, Twilight scampered off and ducked behind the nearest tree.

"What am I supposed to do!?" Bacon squealed, as she watched her tutor sit behind a tree like a coward. "IS THERE A CODE!?"

"One!" Hobbes called, as he prepared himself for his inevitable attack. "Two!"

"OH MAN!" Think of something you fool! Bacon thought, as she mentally chided herself. In desperation, she looked back down at the flower. "Alakazam! Hocus Pocus!"  Nothing happened.

"Three...........Four.............Five!"

"Abra cadabra!?" Still nothing. Her horn wouldn't comply and the flower simply sat there. Mocking her with its amazing ability to stay rooted into the ground. "EXPELIARMUS!?"

"Eight.......Nine.........TEN!" Hobbes roared, as he leapt out of the grass and dove at the helpless filly.

Everything that occurred in the next few seconds went by in slow motion, for Bacon. She could see Hobbes launch himself at her, and she also noticed that Twilight had covered her eyes with a hoof. The fear and the anxiety had finally reached a breaking point. Her horn finally began to glow a brilliant blue, after giving off a few sparks.

After a split second spent blinking, Bacon opened her eyes once more, to see that Hobbes was only a few feet away from her face. She also noticed that Hobbes didn't look very happy.

BZZZZZZT

With a mighty yowl, Hobbes crashed head first into the dirt. "What was that!?" Hobbes hissed, still laying in the dirt in a defeated heap. Poor Hobbes hadn't been prepared for the electrical properties Bacon's horn had, and he had payed dearly for it.

"Bacon that was amazing!" Twilight squealed, as she trotted over to her pupil. "I've never seen anything like that! How did you do it!?" Twilight added, as she sat next to Bacon with an excited smile.

Bacon simply rubbed her head with a confused hoof. "I don't know! I all know was that I was really scared." Bacon grunted, as she stared at her twitching tiger with amusement. "Is that how magic usually works?"

"I don't think so." Twilight replied, as she picked up the tiger with a flash of her horn. "I've never met a unicorn whose magic was based off of emotion."

"That doesn't matter! I have the perfect tool to create my army of zombies! All I need is a test subject!" Bacon snickered, as she rubbed her hooves together devilishly. "Hobbes! Find me a proper test subject! The Bacon Empire shall wait for NO ONE!"

"Like what? It's not like there are a ton of dead animals laying around." Hobbes muttered, as he gestured towards the area they were occupying. Nothing but green grass and a few trees. "We would have to spend all day digging! Tiger's don't dig."

"Hmmm. Animal cemetery?" Bacon suggested, as she looked at the horrified expressions her companions wore. "What!? It's not like anyone's going to miss them!"

"Bacon that's terrible!" Twilight exclaimed, taking a quick look around to ensure that no one was listening to this conversation. "They might be dead, but they were still someone's pets!"

"Than come up with a better idea!" Bacon grumbled, as she prodded the dirt with her hoof.

Hobbes sat and stared out at the neighborhood, waiting for the ponies to come up with a plan, when he heard a very interesting sound. The roar of an engine, as a large truck drove down the road and barreled past Bacon's home, leaving a trail of dust in its wake.

"I think I have an idea."