Ponyville Storybook

by Penbet10

Rating: everyone
Tags: Prince Blueblood, Spike, Crossover, Main 6, Lyra, Apple Bloom, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 12124

Come to a land where wolves and ursas are friends, Where giants live on clouds and true love solves all, Into far off lands where dreams and horrors come true, Grab a chair and and join the tales of Ponyville Storybook.

Come to a land where wolves and ursas are friends,
Where giants live on clouds and true love solves all,
Into far off lands where dreams and horrors come true,
Grab a chair and and join the tales of Ponyville Storybook.

A series of classic fairy tale redos with ponies for an easy read.
Tags and characters will be added as chapters are submitted.

Published 2013-03-03 02:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-04-28 07:55:58 UTC

Little Pink Prancing Bow (Little Red Riding Hood)

Once upon a time there had been a little filly by the name of Applebloom. All those of Ponyville loved her so, but none so much as her grandmother, Granny Smith. She loved her so that she gifted her with a pink bow, which looked ever so lovely on her that she never removed it. And so all called her Little Pink Prancing Bow.

Now it came to one day that her older sister, Applejack said to her “Go take this pie and cider to Granny Smith. She is too old to come and thus you must take it. As you go through the Everfree Forest stay on the path and do not stray. Walk calmly so not to spill the cider and when ya’ll arrive to her cottage say ‘good afternoon’ and be on your best behavior, ya hear.”

Granny Smith lived in the Everfree forest some distance away from Sweet Apple Acres
and so Little Pink Prancing Bow headed out with the basket of goods on her back. She walked through the forest following the old trodden path. All around her leaves rustled and animals stirred, but she feared not for she was a big pony. After several minutes of walking a timberwolf met her. Young Little Pink Prancing Bow being an innocent filly greeted the timberwolf.

“Howdy Mr. Timberwolf.” She greeted with a smile.

“Hello little filly. What is your name?" He asked.

"Ma name is Applebloom, but ya'll can call me Little Pink Prancing Bow. That's what everypony calls me."

"What a lovely name you have.Where are you heading all alone in this dark forest?” He responded.

“T'ah my Granny’s cottage.”

“And what’s in the basket child?” He asked.

“ Apple pie and cider. Yesterday was market day and this here was made for her.”

“How kind of you and pray tell Little Pink Prancing Bow how far does she live?”

“Umm... Over yonder.” She gestured toward a hill in the distance. “Past the big oak near the the elms, ya can’t miss it.” She explained joyfully.

“Now now that is too far for you to go alone, let me join you my dear.” He smiled to her.

And so with happy agreement the two headed forth. The timber wolf smiled at the idea of having found a good meal. Not just an old mare, but a young tender foal would be a great bonus. After several minutes of walking they came to a large Zap Apple tree. A thought formed in his head as he saw it.

“ How much do you love your dear granny, child?” The Timberwolf asked.

“Ah whole bunch! Why?” She looked to him curiously.

“Look to that tree, to those lovely apples. I just thought your granny would love one.” He grinned.

Her eyes widened at the idea. “You’re right! I bet she’d love an apple or two!” She gasped. "And maybe I could get a Zap Apple Pickin' cutiemark!"

The timberwolf quickly took the basket from her back “I’ll just go ahead and make sure the path is clear of any dangers. Take your sweet time and get the best one for your lovely granny.”

Little Pink Prancing Bow agreed and watched as the timberwolf went on ahead with the basket in his maw. She stepped off the path and walked to the tree, atop its vast greenery were several shining Zap Apples. There many colors shined in the what sunlight came through the canopy. With a small buck to the trunk an apple fell. With the scrupulous watch of an apple farmer she decided it was not good enough for her and tried again several times.

~~~

Meanwhile the timberwolf arrived to the cottage and stood on his back legs.. He hide his long claws and gently knocked on the door.

“Who’s there?” Asked an old tired voice.

The timberwolf raised his voice’s pitch and answered, “ it’s me Granny Smith, Little Pink Prancing Bow, I brought you pie.”

Granny Smith being hard of hearing heard nothing wrong with the voice and answered. “The doors unlocked dear, come in.”

The timberwolf entered his nails clicking on the wooden boards. He came to her bedroom and saw as she lay there. The heavy quilt covered her old body and a nightcap lay atop her head.

“Good afternoon Granny Smith.” The timberwolf said in a high pitch.

“ Good afternoon darlin’. Ah can smell that pie, boy howdy it sure does smell good.” Granny Smith chuckled.

The timberwolf grinned to her reply, “it’s not the only thing...”

~~~

At last after many attempts Little Pink Prancing Bow had found the right apple. She held a large plump apple with a glossy sheen. It had taken her several tries, but she had found the best apple for her Granny Smith. With a satisfied grin she placed it on her back and went back to the pathway finding that she had strayed quite far from it. Quickly she walked awaiting to see her Granny and new friend.

Upon arriving she found the cottage door ajar, “Good afternoon Granny,” she called upon entering, but heard no reply. “Granny?” She asked and made her way to her grandmother's bedroom.

Upon entering the room she saw Granny Smith laying in her bed. She was almost completely covered by the quilt and her night cap covered her whole face. Granny Smith seemed rather awkward in her bed. The basket lay on the floor untouched.

“Granny why are ya’ll covered up?” Little Pink Prancing Bow asked.

“I got a little cold darlin’. Come closer my child.” The timberwolf called in a raspy voice.

“ Ah brought ya some pie, have you seen a ti-”

“Come closer dear, ah want to see that pretty face of yours.” The timberwolf interrupted.

Little Pink Prancing Bow went to her bedside and looked at her grandmother. She looked at her in greater detail.

“Boy Granny, how big ya look...”

“The more to love you with my dear.” The timberwolf cooed.

“And what long snout ya got...”

“The better to smell them pies with my sweet.”

“And what large teeth ya got.” Applebloom pointed out.

“The better to eat you with!” The timberwolf roared pouncing from the bed.

So it was that after the timberwolf had swallowed her whole that he lay on the bed resting from the meal and feel asleep, snoring heavily.

It was at this time that Big Macintosh had been passing by from a trip of wood cutting that he decided to visit his grandmother. As he came to the door he saw it open and entered the cottage cautiously. Entering her room he saw the timberwolf laying on her bed with an extended stomach.

With an angry nope of disbelief he picked up his axe and carefully chopped of a small part of its stomach. Hopefully his granny was still alive. A pink bow popped out followed by Little Pink Prancing Bow climbing out. After her crawled out Granny Smith a bit shaken, but still well.

Big Macintosh dismantled the timberwolf in its sleep and burned the wood. Granny Smith and Little Pink Prancing Bow were now safe. Together the three of them were able to enjoy the delicious pie.

"Ah didn't even get ma cutiemark for any of this!"

Everypony looked to her and laughed.

"Maybe your cutiemark could have been for stickin' ta the path." Applejack joked.

Little Pink Prancing Bow

Author's Note

A simple redo of Little Red Riding Hood. If any mistakes feel free to comment or if there is anything wrong. Thank you.

All characters belong to Hasbro

Spike and the Beanstalk (Jack and the Beanstalk)

There once was a young mare with an assistant named Spike who had Messenger’s Breath. They lived off this by delivering mail as a faster method. One day though the young dragon got sick and was unable to produce his Messenger’s Breath.

“What will we do Spike? What will we do?” Twilight Sparkle cried shaking her hooves in dismay.

“I could get a job.” He answered.

“We already have tried that, but none will take your work.” She said dismayed. “I will give you our life’s savings and go see what we you can do with it in town .We could try starting a shop if your breath doesn’t return.”

“Today is Market day, I will not fail you Twilight. After all I am your number one assistant.” He boosted.

So Spike the dragon headed out with a fiery cough and a sac of bits. Not a few minutes of walking he came across an old funny-looking stallion.

“Good morning Spike.” The stallion said.

“Good morning.” He responded not being able to remember telling him his name.

“And where are you off to?” The old stallion asked.

“I’m going to the market.” Spike said holding out his sac of bits and let them jingle within.

“You look like a proper chap for the job.” He smiled. “Tell me how many beans make five.”

Spike looked to him thinking it through and finally answered, “Two in each hoof and one in your mouth.” He grinned.

“Correct! And here they are!” The stallion pulled out five strange-looking beans from within his beard. “I’ll trade you them for your bits and... your messenger’s breath.”

“Wouldn’t you like that mister.” Spike dead-panned.

“But these beans aren't ordinary beans, they will grow quickly!” The stallion said.

“Really, beans that grow? You don’t say!” Spike quipped.

“Foolish boy, they grow over night!” the stallion said excitedly.

“Uh-huh... I’m not sure i’m buying this mister.” Spike answered.

“Not buying, but trading, your breath and bits for these beans!” He yelled excitedly. “Come dragon, if they do not do as promised I will return you your breath and bits.”

“That sounds fair, sure” Spike agreed handing over the sac. “But how are going to get my brea-”

The Stallion removed his hat and revealed to be a unicorn. With a glow of his horn a green ball of fire came out of Spike’s mouth and went into a vile the stallion now levitated.

After a flash of light the beans were in his claw and the old stallion was gone. Deciding to not question it any further he went home. After all it was not the weirdest thing he had seen.

As he had not originally walked far he arrived home by dusk. As soon as he entered the door Twilight quickly teleported in front of him.

“So what did you get? A job or maybe hens? Are they outside.” Twilight questioned.

“You’ll never guess!” Spike grinned.

“Oh something better! What is it where able to find a shop for sale!” She grinned.

“No,” he chuckled and showed her the beans. “I got these beans!”

Twilight’s eyes widened and a several strands of hair stood on end. “What!” She burst. “Spike! Are you kidding me?”

“No, this old guy told me they were magic. He says they grow over night!” He beamed, feeling proud.

“What, spike! You believed some strange stallion and gave him all our money?” More strands stood now.

“And my Messenger’s Breath. See...” He took a piece of parchment and blew on it, instead of burning into the air, it simply caught on fire.

“Spike I can’t believe this! Go to bed!” She yelled and threw the beans out the window.

Feeling sad and forlorn he went to upstairs to his basket and laid their. After a while of shame he finally drifted off to sleep.

When he finally awoke the next morning he noticed that Twilight was not there. As he looked around he saw that part of the room was bright with Celestia’s sun and the other was shaded. As he looked out to the window he saw a giant stalk shoot straight into the clouds. The stallion had said the truth! The beanstalk was not far from the window and was easily reachable. He jumped to it and held on to the smaller vines that surrounded it. The vines held to it in a way that made it easy for him to climb. He began to climb and climb until he reached the top clouds and saw a long straight road. Curious of what lay ahead he began walking and came to gigantic house. There stood a great, big, tall mare.

His stomach grumbled as he noticed she carried a basket of food. “Hi,” He said politely. “Would you mind sharing some of that food?” He said licking his lips and his eyes sparkled. “Come on, I didn’t eat i’m as hungry as a full grown dragon!”

“Keep at it dragon and you’ll be breakfast!” She groaned. “My husband is a mean one and he likes eatin’ littluns like you on toast.”

“Oh please! I haven’t ate. I’m still growing.” He complained. “I’d rather die full and cooked then starving!” He said licking his scaly lips again, eying the giantess.

The giantess could no longer deny him and let him in. She placed him on the table and gave him some bread and cheese.

“I like rubies more, but I guess this will do...” he muttered.

Before he finished his meal though the ground began to shook and a set of heavy hooves were heard. Clop! Clop! Clop!

“Oh no it’s my husband!” With a quick haste she picked up Spike covered him in a dish towel and placed him in the oven. “You hide here boy.”

He was a gigantic monster. A big green ogre of a pony with sharp teeth and a scary face. He pulled out three cows and threw them on the table. “Here wife make my breakfast.” He took a wiff and smelled something.

“Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum

I smell the blood of an Equestrian,

Be he alive or be he dead,

I’ll have his bones to grind my bread.”

“Nonsense dear” His wife said. “It’s probably that little pony you had yesterday.” She smiled. “Besides I make your bread you can’t even use a rolling pin. Now go clean your hooves and when you’re back breakfast will be ready.”

Spike was about to come out and get ready to run when the mare stopped him. “Wait ‘till he eats, after that he’ll take a nap.”

So the ogre-pony ate and went to the living room. After counting sacs of gold he finally nodded of, his snores shaking the house.

Spike jumped out and began running. But just as he was running out his eyes caught on the shiny coins. And with a rubbing of claws and licking of lips he took a bag and ran off.

With the bag between his tail and back he climbed down the stalk finally reaching the garden. Once he was down he found Twilight staring at the giant stalk. He held out the bag and said, “See the beans were magical. I told you so.”

So they were able to live off that for awhile, but when it began to run out Spike became uncontent. He decided again to climb the stalk this time at a slower pace now being more weighed down by a helmet and pillows that Twilight had placed on him. As soon as he reached the top he removed them and followed the path again. There again was the giant mare at the door.

“Hello ma’am.” Spike greeted.

“Go away child.” She warned and looked to him again. “Wait, aren’t you the dragon boy from last time.” She said realizing this. “Did you know that very day you came my husband lost a bag of money?” She said.

With a grin Spike answered, “I know something about that, but I can’t talk until I eat. May you have a gem.? A ruby or emerald? Please i’m hungry!” He complained.

Now curious the giantess took him inside and feed him gems. But before his second bite the ground began to shake with a steady clop! Clop! Clop! The mare picked him up and hid him in the oven again.

All happened as before, in entered the ogre with three cows, said: “Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum” and had his breakfast.

“Wife bring me the gold hen.” The ogre-pony roared.

She brought it and when he said “Lay”, it laid an egg of solid gold. Then the ogre-pony fell asleep releasing thunderous snores.

Jack exited the oven and saw the golden hen his eyes widened and he caught the hen. But this time it gave out a cluck waking the ogre-pony. As he made it out the door he heard him say: “Wife, where is my hen!”

Spike ran home and showed the hen to Twilight. He said “Lay” and it laid a golden egg. Twilight was astounded and took it inside for study,

It wasn’t long before Spike was no longer content with just the hen and decided to try his luck again. So while Twilight wasn’t home he climbed the beanstalk again. When he arrived to the house he knew better than to go to the front door, so he hid by the door. The door opened and the giantess came out. Spike entered and hid in a cupboard to wait. A few minutes passed and again, clop! Clop! Clop! The ogre-pony and his wife entered.

“Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, I smell the blood of an equestrian.” The ogre-pony roared.

“Do you, husband?” She answered. “We’ll if it’s that little thief that stole your bit and golden hen he’s sure to be in the oven!” She went to the oven and opened it. But this time it was empty. Spike grinned to himself from his hiding place. “You were mistaken you fool. how could I have forgotten it must of been the pony I cooked up last night. How foolish of you, can’t even till a dead one from a live one!” She growled.

So the ogre-pony and his wife ate, him muttering to himself occasionally. Once in awhile eyeing around the kitchen. After finishing he called to his wife. “Wife bring me the harp.” So she got up and brought it to him. “Sing.” He said.

“How rude! You could at least say please to a lady!Like ‘Please may you sing to me’. It’s not hard, darling.” The harp whined.

“You’re a harp! Now sing!” He warned.

With a humph the harp began to sing beautifully. The harp continued to sing until the ogre-pony fell asleep soon after and snored again shaking the house.

Spike got out of hiding and ran to the harp. He swooped it up and began to ran.

The harp then began to scream. “Oh master save me! Of all the things that could possibly happen THIS. IS. THE. WORST. THING. EVER!”

The ogre-pony awoke and Began after Spike. Spike ran as fast as he could while the harp complained.

“Put me down you ruffian!” The harp cried.

But Spike ignored it. He climbed down the beanstalk and saw Twilight at the bottom. “Twilight! Cut the stalk!” He cried. Twilight looked up to see the ogre-pony and began magically blasting at the stalk. THe beanstalk began to shake and a several feet above the ground Spike jumped, Twilight catching him with her magic. But a few feet of the stalk remained and the ogre-pony kept coming, Twilight froze in fear at his size. With a breath of fire Spike severed the stalk. It toppled over just in time for the ogre-pony to climb up.

At last they were safe and no longer would Spike in any way if possible try to go up again, he had learned his lesson.

Twilight gave a weary smile and said, “Spike have you grown a few inches?”

Author's Note

So Spike as Jack and the beanstalk. I had little trouble, seeing as Jack traded his cow for the beans and in Equestria cows are sentient so yeah...

Again any errors, questions, suggestion comment.

If there is any artsy bronies are there willing to make illustration for each story contact me please. you can see in a link in Little Pink Prancing Bow that takes you to my bad art skills.

Well, hope you enjoyed.

The Alicorn and The Pegasus (The Tortoise and The Hare)

Twilight Sparkle lay within the library indulging in another book, her eyes shifting from page to page. Suddenly a gust of wind was heard and the cheering of many. With a ruffle of her feathers she stood and went out to take a look.

There stood Rainbow Dash amongst a small crowd of foals. They all surrounded her praising her on her many accomplishments, with a particular orange filly chanting her name the loudest. Rainbow Dash absorbed the praise standing in pride.

“Yes, I know kids I am awesome.” She beamed.

“Mind keeping it down, Rainbow?” Twilight asked, now fully standing outside.

“Sorry Twilight, but I can’t disappoint the fans.” She chuckled.

“Well could you not disappoint them somewhere else?” Twilight frowned.

“When you’re as skilled as me you can’t really decide where your gonna be awesome.”

Twilight’s frown deepened at her friends arrogance, “Come on Rainbow Dash it’s not that big of a deal how fast a pony can fly, I mean it’s just...” but stopped when she looked at Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow looked at Twilight in insult, her crowd reflecting the look. Rainbow Dash opened her mouth to retort, but was cut short by a foal in the crowd.

“I bet she could beat you in a race!” He cried, the other foals cheered in agreement.

Twilight looked to them befuddled by their instant rage. “Now children, I didn’t mean that as a challenge...” She answered.

“Oh come on Twilight how about a race? Then we could settle how much of a big deal it is.” Rainbow Dash grinned.

“Rainbow Dash don’t encourage them! I don’t want to race, I was studying. I...” Twilight cried.

“I bet you Twilight could so win!” Spike who had been in the back interrupted.

At this point Scootaloo also came out, “Rainbow Dash would win!” She exclaimed.

Spike and Scootaloo began to argue about the true best flyer. The children began to scream amongst themselves.

“I think this has gotten out of hoof.” Rainbow Dash whispered to Twilight.

Twilight nodded in agreement, but before she could talk the crowd came to face them.

“Twilight you need to race! Show Scoo-Rainbow Dash who’s best!” He demanded.

“Rainbow Dash you NEED to race, fight for your title! Shoe Spi-Twilight who's boss!” Scootaloo cried.

The two mares looked to each other, “I guess we have to now.” Twilight whimpered, looking back to her library.

So the two headed out to an open air space followed by the children. As they walked the children called out to others to come watch and by the time they arrived to the field a large crowd had accumulated. Pinkie Pie skipped out of the crowd.

“OH MY GOSH I HEARD YOU TWO ARE GOING TO RACE?”She squealed. “HOW FUN! IT’LL BE JUST LIKE THE RUNNING OF THE LEAVES!”

“Uhmm...sure.” Rainbow Dash answered, not fully sure of to what she agreed to.

Applejack, Rarity and Fluttershy came out of the crowd as well and walked to the three.

“Twi, R.D. is it true that ya’ll are gonna race?” Applejack asked them.

“Yeah, I guess.” Rainbow Dash answered.

“Oh darling! You should have told me earlier, I would have brought my opera glasses!” Rarity cried.

“Umm...but why are you racing?” Fluttershy whispered.

“Because i’ve lost control of my life...” But before Twilight could finish Spike ran up to them.

“Everypony is seated! Let me tell you the lay out of the race.” Spike said.

“What! Spike really?” Twilight growled.

The group headed out towards the center of the crowd. Scootaloo stood there placing rope on a quickly made track that consisted of it, making its outline.

“It’s basically 10 laps around this track, first to finish wins.” Scootaloo told them and led them to the makeshift starting/finish line.

Twilight and Rainbow Dash walked uneasily to the line, the crowd cheering excitedly in the background. After all it was not normal for an alicorn princess and the fastest flier in Equestria to be having a competition.

“Don’t worry Twilight i’ll go easy on you.” Rainbow Dash grinned.

These constant proclamations of Twilight’s inability irked her, “I won’t need you to.” She answered back and opened her wings. Twilight’s wingspan being an inch or so larger than Rainbow Dash’s.

Rainbow Dash looked at her and grinned, “You’re on.” Fluttering her wings open and preparing her stance.

Spike and Scootaloo stood in front of them holding a flag each. Around them the now large crowd cheered. They shouted in cheer for their monarch or future Wonderbolt. Twilight gulped and quivered at her previous boost of confidence. Looking around she noticed that many cheered for Rainbow Dash,’ I have to win now, if only to stop Dash’s arrogance.’ Twilight thought.

“On the left we have our purple pony princess...” Spike proclaimed.

“And on the right we have radically righteous Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo finished.

“On your mark...get set...GO!” They both shouted.

Rainbow Dash blasted off immediately flapping her wings furiously. Twilight on the other hoof flew at a calm pace keeping her beats steady. Looking back Rainbow Dash saw Twilight’s slowness and stopped flying.

“Easy win.” She said to her self. She flapped her wings barely propelling her forward at a meandering pace.

Meanwhile behind Twilight flew on. Small drops of sweat stuck to her forehead. She was already several laps behind of Rainbow Dash when she noticed her stop and fly down. Rainbow Dash stood next Fluttershy stretching her wings and merely chatting. Applejack seemed to be scolding her. Twilight flew on advancing and regaining a lap, only one left to catch up to Rainbow Dash, who was now eating hayfries.

Looking up Rainbow Dash noticed Twilight had catched up. She stuffed the rest of the fries into her mouth and flew up. She pumped her wings and flew fast catching up to Twilight. She smiled at Twilight as she passed her again and with a grin boosted her speed, her mane fluttering back in a rainbow trail making another lap and passed her again. She slowed down and equaled Twilight’s pace flying next to her.

“2 laps for me, 4 for you. You know what I think i’ll take a nap.” Rainbow Dash flew up to a high cloud and lay there resting her head upon the plush surface.

Twilight snorted in disbelief and quickened her pace. Her arrogance! She thought.

“Just a quick nap and then i’ll fly by and win.” Rainbow thought.

But when she awoke she looked down to see the crowd cheering. As Twilight got close to the finish line.

“Twilight is now reaching the end of her last lap with Rainbow Dash still napping. Can this be, Rainbow Dash defeated?” Spike commentated.

Rainbow’s eyes widened, mustering all her strength she raced to the distant line. She could not lose, she had a reputation to uphold. Twilight looked up and noticed her. She smiled at Rainbow Dash and with a sudden burst pumped her wings and with godly speed crossed the line, skidding to a halt on the ground.

Rainbow Dash arrived moments later heaving and with sweat on her brow.

“How... did you... do that?” Rainbow gasped.

“Just like in the running of the leaves. I went slow keeping pace and at the end while you were distracted I used all my energy to sprint to the finish line.” Twilight answered proudly.

Scootaloo and Spike ran to them along with the crowd of foals from earlier.

“Twilight you won!” Spike cheered.

“Rainbow Dash you lost!” Scootaloo cried.

Rainbow Dash nervously chuckled. She looked at Twilight and answered, “Goes to show kid that even the fastest and best flyer in Equistria needs to learn to go slow and steady from time to time.” She said, now humbled. Twilight smiled back at her.

“I guess...” Scootaloo mumbled. “Here, you win.” Scootaloo threw a gem to Spike who caught it cheerfully.

And from there forth Rainbow Dash learned indeed that slow and steady does win the race.

Author's Note

Any mistakes, suggestions comments feel free to tell me.

If there is any artsy bronies (or pegasisters) that would be willing to draw an art piece for each story that would be great and feel free to contact me.

The Prince and The Gem (The Princess and The Pea)

Rarity walked around her shop anxiously. For you see she was to send to Princess Celestia a new dress. Now this dress was not like any other, it had gold thread and encrusted jewels. Something only to befit a princess. Rarity was nervous she had been hoof selected to make it and everything had to be perfect. She had spent days planning it out and working on it and finally she was done.

By letter she had been told that it was to be picked up by somepony. Rarity could imagine it, a fleet of guards coming, pulling a metal chest. And in that chest would go the dress, protected by them. There would be escorts and roadblocks! Oh the glamour for something she made!

So worried she awaited, but nightfall came and a storm began. The clouds thundered and water poured. ‘They must have gotten lost in the storm. Oh no! The horror! But they probably shall arrive tomorrow. There is nothing to do now but sleep, no point in missing my beauty sleep.’ And with that she locked her door and hid away the dress in a vault hidden behind a picture frame where she hid her most precious things. But it came that as soon as she reached her stairs a knock came to her door.

She gave a small jump and stared at the door. There was another knock, harder this time. Levitating a pair of scissors she walked over to the door. ‘Of all the nights Opal isn’t here...’ Rarity thought to herself.

Rarity had taken Opal that day to Fluttershy for a grooming,but Fluttershy had insisted on keeping her for the night, so as to get her fur properly straightened. Rarity caring much for Opal agreed.

Another knock came taking Rarity back from her memories. “Who is it?” She sing-songed nervously.

A voice answered, but was too muffled by the rain to be heard.

Thunder cracked and she heard a yelp from the stranger. ‘It must be some poor pony stuck in the rain.’ So with some distance Rarity opened the door.

Outside stood a sopping wet Prince Blueblood. Immediately Rarity tried to close the door,but Blueblood angrily stopped it with a hoof and frowned at her. They had a moment of Rarity trying to close it and Blueblood trying to open it.

“Let me in!” He yelled. Thunder cracked again and he yelped.

‘Pathetic.’ Rarity thought. She groaned and opened the door. Blueblood came in, his white fur muddy and his golden locks matted and wet.

“Give me a towel.” He ordered, dripping muddy water all over her tile floor.

“Excuse me, I would think a gentlecolt such as yourself would say please!” She scolded, but nonetheless levitated one to him. He began wiping his face murmuring complaints to himself.

“Why are you here Blueblood?” She said upset.

“I am a prince! I will not be spoken to that why. Especially by a commoner such as yourself!” He said lifting his nose to the air.

“You have come to my house in the middle of the night, dirtied my floors and have insulted me,. Last chance what. Do. You. Want!” She screamed, but then sighed. “Calm done Rarity a lady does not raise her voice.” She whispered to herself.

Blueblood gave an angry hmph. “I have come to get my Aunt Celestia’s dress. But the guards that were to come with me where being being incredibly rude to me and giving me cheek so I fired them. Now I had to come on my own! Those wretched fools!” He roared.

‘Maybe they weren't rude enough.’ Rarity thought.

Blueblood concentrated himself in cleaning off his fur, taking more of her towels and digging through her combs and brushes. Meanwhile Rarity sat there arguing back and forth with him, until finally he was clean.

“I can not leave now because of this storm, so dreadfully I will have to stay the night, feel privileged. I will need bed.”

“What but..I...but...” She complained.

“Oh come now i've heard of how generous you are.” He smirked.

“I have an extra mattress in the attic...” Rarity groaned.

He looked at her appalled. “You want me, Prince Blueblood, to sleep on a dirty old mattress!” Again he humphed and got up. “Your bed will have to do....”

He got up and found himself to her room and locked the door behind him. Rarity ran up to the door and slammed on it.

“That is my room! How dare you! You rude little-”

“I am trying to get my beauty sleep!” He yelled from across the door.

Rarity’s cheeks burned red. “Calm down Rarity, he is after all Princess Celestia’s nephew, I must act like a lady.” She told herself and she trudged off to go get the mattress for herself.

After several hazardous steps she got the mattress down. She placed a blanket upon it and laid down. It’s so uncomfortable, my poor back! I won’t get any sleep.’ She mentally complained. That was when an idea came to her.

She got off the creaky mattress and walked over to her jewelry box. Rarity pulled out a small round gem roughly the size of a pea. She then opened a drawer to find a key, an extra to her bedroom door.

Slowly she walked upstairs and carefully turned the lock. The door opened and she entered. Prince Blueblood lay in her bed sound asleep, wearing her sleeping mask.

She came to the bed and watched him as he slept, his chest slowly rising and falling in content sleep. With a sleep-driven evil grin she levitated the small gem underneath the mattress. As she exited her room she heard him turn over in discomfort.

The next morning came, with Rarity’s back in pain, but with minor stretching all was well. She went to the kitchen and made herself breakfast. Several minutes after, Prince Blueblood came in. He had bags under his eyes and a frown. He looked worse than at the gala.

“How was your night in my bed?” She smiled.

“Terrible!” He said frankly. “Your bed is horrible! I could not sleep a wink! I tossed and turned and now I have these hideous bags under my eyes!” He stormed. “What could I expect from a commoner’s bed!”

“How terrible! Well I slept very well, I wonder why my bed was so uncomfortable.” She grinned evilly, ignoring his last comment.

After forcing Rarity to make him breakfast and another argument about commoner food a knock was heard. Upon opening the front door she met with a royal guard.

“I apologize to bother you early in the morning, but is a Prince Blueblood in your company?” The guard asked.

“Oh yes darling he arrived last night.” She said.

“We have come by the order of the Princess to pick him up and the gown.” The guard answered.

So with that Blueblood was taken into a carriage guided by two other guards and with the dress being carefully placed in a chest. Blueblood merely frowned at Rarity from the carriage window and closed the curtains. Rarity frowned back at the curtains.

“I apologize about the Prince.” A guard told her knowingly after watching Blueblood’s behavior.

“Oh no problem dear, the delicate little prince got what he deserved.” She smiled murmuring the last part to herself.

The guard looked at her confused, but walked away nonetheless.

Author's Note

Any questions, complaints, ideas or mistakes fell free to comment.

The Little Pony (The Little Mermaid)

Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns is a prestigious school for any unicorns whose talent can help to better the future of our country of Equestria. Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns or C.S.G.U. has many programs of interest for any and every student. Whether it be magic or arts C.S.G.U is the best school for you. Apply now for your help in a better future today!

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“Bon Bon I can’t believe I’ve been accepted!” Lyra squealed hugging the pamphlet. “Think about it! I’m going to Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns!”

Bon Bon smiled at her friend looking around as passer-byers watched the ecstatic mare.

“So when do you go?” Bon Bon asked.

Lyra pulled out another piece of paper and held it in her hooves. “The acceptance letter says in two weeks I have to be in Canterlot.”

The mares finished their lunch and began walking. Lyra drifted into her memories. Her ponyville friends had always complimented her skills at playing the lyre. They would cheer after her performances and continue to encourage her, but Lyra never thought of her ability to much extent. It wasn’t until SHE appeared. Her eyes closed as her mind filled with the memory.

Lyra was to perform in the Ponyville music hall. After another great performance Lyra and Bon Bon began to head out when a gray earth mare stopped them.

“Are you Lyra Heartstrings?” The mare asked.

Lyra’s eyes had widened at realizing who was speaking to her. Unable to speak she merely nodded.

“My name is Octavia, I wanted to congratulate you on your performance today. I also wanted to make you an offer after seeing your ability.”

Lyra couldn't speak. Octavia, The Octavia, the best cellist in Equestria was here speaking to her. Lyra could only stutter until Bon Bon elbowed her. “T-thank you.” She finally blurted.

“Yes, as I previously said I have an offer for you.” Octavia continued.

“Y-yes.” Lyra stuttered still too dumbfounded to speak coherently.

“Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns has hired me as a talent agent for any unicorns with skills in the musical arts and I believe you are a perfect candidate.”

This time Bon Bon let out a gasp. Lyra squealed with joy. “Really! Oh my gosh! Yes!”

“You will still need to audition, but with your talent you’re a shoe-in.” Octavia continued.

Lyra was about to squeal again when realization struck, “Wait, I don’t think I can afford it...” She said dropping her ears. Bon Bon to lowered her smile.

“No worries, C.S.G.U. is non-profit, this school is for those of talent not wealth. The school is funded by Princess Celestia.” Octavia assured her.

“I guess that makes sense.” Bon Bon said happy for her friend.

Octavia set-up an audition date for Lyra and left. Her mind shifted to another memory. Lyra was an a large room. Four official ponies in suits looked at her. She stood there, her lyre levitating in her golden aurora. They looked at her dismissively and told her to begin.

Lyra trembled afraid of failing. She turned and saw her friend Bon Bon stand at the door smiling encouragingly. With a deep breath Lyra began to magically pluck at the strings, she played an old tune her father taught her, the tune that had given her the cutie mark she now had.

She finished playing and looked at the ponies, they were furiously writing on their clipboards madly discussing amongst themselves. One looked up and told her she may leave.

“Am I in?” She asked.

“You will be notified through mail.” Another answered monotonically.

Lyra and Bon Bon excited ready to go back home.

“Lyra! are you even listening!”

Lyra snapped out of her memories and saw Bon Bon glaring at her.

“Sorry Bon...” She chuckled.

The next two weeks were a mess of packing and good-bye parties hosted by the one and only Pinkie Pie. The final day came and Bon Bon stood with Lyra at the Ponyville train station.

“I’m gonna miss you Ly.” Bon Bon sniffled.

“Hey I’ll visit, it’s not like i’m leaving for ever Bon.” Lyra whimpered. A train whistled and Lyra boarded it, waving to her dear friend.

And so Lyra arrived to her new school and home. Days passed and her life fell in to schedule, music history, method, orchestra practice and so forth. Oft she would sit down in the library and just read the history books. Her music history class often sent her there anyway.

Upon one day she walked down the aisle when she came across another student looking through the books. The mare seemed to be squinting at the the book spines and mumbling. In her aurora she held a pair of broken glasses.

“Can I help you?” Lyra offered.

The mare looked at her. “Yeah please, i’m looking for a book called Anthropology and You.”

“Um...ok.” Lyra said and began to look for the said book. After searching for some time, she found it and gave it to the mare.

“What’s anthropology?” Lyra asked.

“Anthropology is the study of human beings and their history.” The mare responded.

“Humans?” Lyra asked.

The mare fixated the broken glasses to her eyes and began to skim the book. At last she stopped at a page and showed Lyra.

On the page was an upright-simian like creature. It only had fur on it’s head. It stood on two legs like diamond dogs, but the forelegs were shorter and the weirdest parts was that on each leg it had five protrusions coming out of the tips.

“What are those?” Lyra asked pointing at the protrusions on the forelegs.

“Those are fingers, they’re like claws but made out of skin and not sharp.”

“That’s weird...but cool. Do they really exist?” Lyra asked.

“Yes they do.”

Lyra thought for a moment, “what’s the class called?”

“Anthropology 101.” The mare responded.

“Cool, I have a spare space in my schedule. Is there any space in that class?”

“Um...yeah there is only six of us...ponies don’t really care...” The mare sighed.

“I’ll talk to my advisor, it sounds interesting.”

So several visits, request forms and meetings later Lyra was in the class. Finally Lyra was to attend her first day.

She walked through the building hall finding the room, it was in an old empty part of the building in the lowest floor. Upon entering she found several more weird things. Charts of the human structure. A skeleton of them stood in the corner. On a counter sat a globe with continents she had never heard of or seen the shape of. The mare from the library came from a crowd of students.

“Oh hey, you got in! My name is Study Bright, I’m the teacher aid for this class.” The mare smiled.

A few moments later an old stallion with a graying mane came in.

“Ok my little ponies time to start learning.” He said in a playful voice.

Lyra walked to him, “Um...I’m in this class...”

The professor looked at her and shuffled through some papers he carried. “Ah yes, Ms. Heartstrings, tell me why did you join our little class?”

Lyra looked at him unable to answer. “I-I don’t know... humans just look interesting. They have fingers and it looked cool.”

“Very well, ok class sit down, today we will be...” The Professor began teaching. Lyra sat down next to Study. She listened to the professor fascinated with everything she heard.

The months passed and Lyra soon found herself enveloped with the idea of humans. She spent days pouring over anthropology books. She studied every aspect, learning every bone of a hand. Every time she asked about living humans her teacher and even her fellow students would only remain vague. But nonetheless she continued.

Occasionally she exchanged letters with Bon Bon telling her of her discoveries. At first she told her of her music classes, her performances and so forth, but in time she wrote about human culture and life. Bon Bon never seemed as interested in it, but nonetheless replied supporting her friend.

Lyra continued to study, her grades on her other classes became mediocre while in anthropology she had the highest mark. Her advisor worried for her, but everytime Lyra dismissed it.

Lyra still loved playing her lyre. She did performances, she could still make ponies cry with it’s beauty. No other lyre players in C.S.G.U. could play like her. But ever since she discovered humans her thoughts became occupied with them. Oh how she would love to meet one! See their world, talk to one, feel their hands.

And so the school year passed this way. At the end of the school year, she decided to visit her beloved friend.

Bon Bon stood at Ponville train station. waiting for the Canterlot train. After fifteen long minutes, it finally rolled in. Smoke covered the air, but when it cleared Lyra stood at the other end. The mares ran to each other and hugged.

“I’ve missed you so much!” Lyra exclaimed. Bon Bon squeezed her in agreement.

The two mares headed to Bon Bon’s home. The whole time Lyra spoke of her classes mainly anthropology. At last the two arrived to the home.

“And so humans have to wear clothes because...” but Bon Bon cut her off.

“Lyra, all you’ve talked about is humans. Is that all you did? What about orchestra or your lyre?”

Lyra blinked. “Oh yeah I did many fancy concerts and stuff. I even performed for the Princess. Anyway so humans... “ She continued unphased. Bon Bon only sighed.

On a day of her vacation, Lyra and Bon Bon were eating at a local restaurant.

“So then when humans are sad they don’t drop their ears, they...”

“ENOUGH!” Bon Bon interrupted. “Lyra, all you have talked about is humans. Humans this, humans that! You’re whole visit has just been you babbling about this...this nonsense!”

Lyra looked hurt, “Nonsense? It’s not nonsense. Theres so much more humans are...”

“No! I don’t want to know.” Bon Bon cried.

“Well sorry I thought a friend would care about their friends interest!” Lyra bursted.

“Don’t you say that. I have bared through this since you went to that school. Lyra just stop!”

Lyra abruptly stood. “Fine! Then I won’t talk about it. I won’t talk to you at all!” Lyra threw bits on the table and left.

Lyra and Bon Bon did not speak for the rest of her vacation. The final day came and Lyra left sad and alone. Upon her first day, she was called to her adviser's office.

Her adviser sat at the desk, next to her stood Octavia. “Lyra, I was discussing with Ms. Octavia about your grades last year and the classes you requested for this term.” The adviser said.

“Lyra, do you remember why I offered you the chance to come here?” Octavia followed.

Lyra looked between the two mares confused. “Because I play the lyre well?”

“Yes, and as I looked at your class requests I noticed that the majority of them have to do with anthropology, not music.” Octavia continued.

“Lyra, dear, Unicorns who come here come to study on subjects of their cutie mark. If a unicorn is gifted with magic they learn spells and such. A pony who is talented with anthropology studies such. And you my dear have been gifted with the lyre, so therefore that is what you would study.” The adviser said with the tone of a caring mother.

“So only one anthropology class?” Lyra asked.

“No, none at all.” Octavia said bluntly.

“Lyra, you will not be taking any more of those classes while here. You shall be studying to further your skills with the lyre. “ The adviser looked at Lyra’s face. “If you don’t like this you could stop attending.”

Lyra looked down, getting into this school had been a gift, she couldn't throw it away. “No it’s ok. No more anthropology for me. Is that all?” The mares nodded and she exited.

Lyra felt bone-crushing defeat in her heart. She loved her lyre and would always, but anthropology had been something else, she had loved it. Sadly she walked away, her hooves shuffling. All she could do now was say goodbye to her professor and either way she had to return a book to her teacher.

She would miss her teacher very much. He had lent her books no other students knew about. The professor always answered her questions. He was part of the reason her fascination of humans became so strong.

Finally she arrived to the classroom and knocked. The door opened and inside stood he, shuffling folders.

“Hello, I wanted to return this book.” Lyra said shyly.

He looked at her and took the book, ”Ah yes. I don’t see you in my list for this years students. You seemed to like this class so much.” He spoke.

“I loved this class, but I need to start focusing on improving my talent.” She motioned toward her cutie mark regretfully.

“Oh what a shame. I had so many things planned this year. “ He responded.

“I wish I could.” She sighed. “It may be silly, but I would dream of visiting their world. I would want to go live there forever. Be human.” She giggled softly.

The professor eyed her. “Well... I shouldn't, but since you were such a great student... I think I could have helped you with that.”

Lyra stared at him, “how?”

He began to walk indicating her to follow. “You must tell no one of this.”

They walked over to the corner of the classroom were the human skeleton stood. He pushed it aside. His horn glowed green and a door appeared out of the seamless wall. Opening the door he lead her in. They stood in a small room. On the other side a tall mirror was hidden under a cloth.

“Now Lyra, do you really want to visit the human world?” He asked again.

“Yes! I would give up anything to go! Anything!” She cried.

“Very well.” With a swift movement he removed the cloth to show an elaborate mirror.

The mirror seemed very old. It was carved with strange symbols and it’s surface covered in dust. The professor blew dust of it’s surface and motioned for her to stand in front.

Lyra walked to it and looked at her reflection, gasping at her image. A female human stood there. She had golden hair and her eyes were a light aquamarine blue almost mint.

Lyra lifted one of her forelegs, the image mimicking her. She opened and closed her mouth the human copying her.

“I-Is that me?” Lyra breathed.

“Yes, this mirror was found in the ancient ruins of the castle of the Royal Pony Sisters.” He answered. “But it’s not just a mirror...it’s also a portal.”

“Lyra looked at him, “a portal?”

"But to use it one music use magic." He continued. "It powers the mirror. But...it will drain your magic. You will not have magic in their world.”

“But-but I could be human? Live in their world?” She asked.

“Yes, but there's more.” His face straightened. “If a human doesn't give you proof of their affection in one week’s time of your arrival you shall turn back into a pony. Thought not a pony like this, but a dumb beast of burden.”

A little gasp escaped her. She remembered the day the professor had explained a ponies role in the human world. The way they lived and were treated. But to be human! She could meet the creatures she had studied and loved. And nothing held her back, many loved her music, but a new great lyrist would be born again. To be human...well, when would she get to be human again. She thought of Bon Bon, the pony who had been her friend.

“I’ll do it.” Lyra affirmed.

“Great.” He grinned. “Focus all your magic on the mirror and walk through it.”

Lyra’s horn glowed as she passed all her being through, and with quivering steps she walked. She found herself passing the mirror. She winced as she felt like knives stabbed at her chest, but slowly she reached a across. The last thing she heard was her teacher laughing.

At opening her eyes she found herself laying on sandy beach, just over the tide. She blinked at the sand and crawled out of the water. Quickly she noticed the change. She stood on two legs (quite wobbly), she had hair, and hands! Hands! With fingers! She slowly stood and looked at herself, luckily she was dressed. Study Bright had mentioned that humans don’t walk around naked like ponies.

After several steps she could walk normally, she walked until she came across humans. They played and swam in the water. Beach-going humans! She squealed with joy and ran to them, tripping over her two new legs.

Lyra stood opened jaw at all of them. She stared at each one, recognizing the characteristics she was taught. Young, old, fat, skinny, female, male. And they all had fingers!

They all chattered and laughed in their human way, when another noise caught her attention. A lyre... she looked around and found a small band playing in a gazebo. In the middle of the group was a male human, he held a lyre and plucked at it with his fingers, producing a beautiful melody.

Amazed she walked over joining the crowd. Truly this human would have gotten a cutie mark of a lyre. She closed her eyes listening. To play was one thing, but to hear was another. The song ended and the crowd cheered.

“Thank you, thank you. Now sadly this is the last of the today, but I will play again.” The human called to the crowd.

As the crowd left Lyra came closer to the male.

“Hi, I just wanted to say you play beautifully.” Lyra complemented.

The male human looked at her dismissively. “Thanks,” and continued to put his things away.

Lyra frowned at his behavior, “but... you messed up on the final chord, the key was too high.”

At this he looked up, “no I didn’t.” He answered bluntly.

Lyra chuckled. “Yeah you did, but it still sounded very nice.”

He glared at her and walked up to her. “I am one of the best musicians, I think I would know if I messed up.” He continued glaring.

Lyra huffed and steeled herself. “Hey, don’t get huffy with me human. Look, you don’t have to feel ashamed everyone messes up once in awhile.”

“Oh really? Here.” He picked up his lyre and gave it to her. “Show me.”

Lyra held it in her hands and twitched her new fingers getting a feeling of them. She breathed and began to play his song. She had her eyes closed, playing it by memory and finished with a different chord than he, which did indeed sound better.

He stared at her flabbergasted. “How...how? That is an ancient composition that few can play!”

“Um...I don’t know I just copied what I heard...and fixed it.” Lyra answered.

“Play something else.” He demanded, by now the rest of the band had left.

Lyra began playing her father’s tune, she by now felt accustomed to the motion of her fingers. She finished and looked at him.

He stared at her and took the lyre back. “That was beautiful. You have to teach me it.”

“Well...it’s a bit complex...” She began.

“I don’t care. I will learn it.” He said vehemently.

“Well, I have have nothing to do...” She began, but was stopped.

The human grabbed her wrist and pulled her away, “Come I have another lyre at home.”

The male dragged her out of the beach and into the streets of the local town. At last he stopped dragging her and instead allowed her to walk.

“I have a solo in an orchestra performance in a few days, I want to play that. My name is Eric Prince.”

Lyra continued to follow him hardly listening to what he said. She stared at everything around her. She watched the cars and tall buildings. Humans walking everywhere.

“...So thats how I got a scholarship there.” He continued unknowing that she was not listening.

“Oh yeah...uh huh...” Lyra answered looking around.

“Hey are you listening?” Eric asked.

“Oh...sorry. So...um... you’re great at the lyre...” She chuckled.

“Yes, I am. But you play well too. Hey I don’t even know your name, what is it?” He asked as they continued to walk.

“Oh, it’s Lyra, Lyra Heartstrings.”

“Lyra Heartstrings? Heh...that’s cute... a lyrist named Lyra Heartstrings.” He chuckled.

“Hey! Well what kind of name is Eric Prince? Are you even a prince?” She retorted.

He looked at her and laughed. “ A prince? Heh...no...think i’m a prince? We barely met and getting a little crush on me?” He teased.

Lyra blushed unknowingly. “What! No! Never mind.” She looked away.

She didn’t know much about humans, but this one seemed like he would be handsome. She glanced at him again. His hair was jet black and had robin blue eyes. Maybe this could be the human. She remembered the professor telling her that a human had to show her affection. Could this one be it?

“We’re here.” He spoke.

Lyra hadn’t been paying attention to where they were headed. She found herself standing at the entrance of a small house.

He entered followed by Lyra. Inside was a clutter of sheet paper, stands, and various music related accessories.

“Sorry about the mess, I was going through a craze surge trying to figure out what to play for the performance. But then, you showed up.” He said walking through the mess.

Lyra followed him into the kitchen. Gaping at all the human things. The human clothes thrown about and all these things she had never seen before.

“Do you want coffee?” He asked. She nodded and he began pouring grounds into some strange machine.

“I’ve just realizing that I randomly plucked you of the beach and dragged you here. I’m sorry about that.” He said facing her.

“Oh it’s ok. I-I really don’t have anywhere else to be.” Lyra hesitated.

“Ok then, well here,” he said handing her coffee.

She took it rejoicing at the easiness of picking it up with hands.

Afterwards Eric took out another lyre and handed it to her. They sat in the living room of the home playing the chords together.

“You’re playing those chords too separately. Like this,” and demonstrated.

And so they continued playing into the night. With much coffee and laughing the two had a great time.

“It’s getting late. I’ll give you a ride home, where do you live?” He finally asked.

Lyra looked down at her feet, watching her toes through the sandals. “I don’t live anywhere.”

“What do you mean?” He asked puzzled at the revelation.

“Um...I don’t have a home. I just know I’ll be around for at least a week...” She sighed having fully realized her situation.

He looked at her long face, “Well...I’ve got a spare room. You could stay for awhile until your situation changes.”

Lyra’s eyes lit up and smiled. “Really! Thank you so much! I promise I won’t be a burden!” She cried.

And so indeed she stayed, Lyra helped Eric learn the song and quickly he was able to play perfectly. The too had become great friends, playing at the beach for passer-byers, walking around the city and just becoming better friends.

“Why do you like gloves so much?” Eric asked her one day as they walked through the mall, on the 5th day of her stay.

“They are just so cute! It’s like a little sock for each finger.” She giggled.

Eric just laughed. Lyra had become a great friend for him. Sure at times she acted strange like saying “everypony” from time to time, but that didn’t matter. With just those five days his life had become better with her around. He truly felt like he could trust her with anything.

“Look a candy shop!” Lyra squealed and pulled him to it.

“Would you two like to try a free bon bon?” The worker asked.

Lyra took one and stared at it. Bon bon. She had kept thinking of Bon Bon her whole time in this world. Every time she would catch herself wanting to show Bon Bon everything she saw, or just talk to her. She wasn’t even mad any more, Lyra just missed her. But there was no more going back, it was too late. Lyra lived in fear though.

She had to have someone show her affection somehow and her time was running out. She only knew Eric, but she didn’t know what the professor had meant by affection. A hug? A kiss? She had hugged Eric before, but not in a romantic way. Lyra saw him as a friend, but if it was a kiss she would have to force him and herself to fall in love.

“So Eric, why do you live so alone? Don’t you have a family or a girlfriend?” Lyra asked as he ate another bon bon from the bag they had bought.

“My family lives in another city and as for a girlfriend, no. Haven't found the right one. But it doesn't matter.” He replied.

“Oh, ok.” Lyra said. She could now try to fall in love with him and it would make it easier. She quickly glanced at him and thought. ’Lyra you have to love this guy or else!’
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“Why do you ask?” He turned to her.

“Oh just curious...” She nervously dismissed.

“What about you? Here I know nothing about you and yet you’re living in the room across the hall in my home.” He asked.

“Oh well, um...I kinda come from far away... Hey look! Those pants are so cool!” She chirped and ran off.

The next day came and Eric sat in the living room practicing for his solo to come the following day. Lyra sat next to him watching and correcting.

“I just can’t get to that last note fast enough!” He yelled after missing up. “Why do I keep messing up?"

“Hey come on, it’s just one note, you’ll get it.” Lyra encouraged.

“Well it’s annoying! These stupid hands just keep messing up!” Eric exclaimed.

“Your hands aren't stupid! You play beautifully.” She smiled and took his hands in hers and squeezed them.

He looked at her surprised and blushed. “Thanks. You’re a great friend. I’m glad I meet you.” He took his hands out of hers and began playing again.

‘Friends.’ She thought. ‘I’m running out of time. What do I do?’

She listened to him play, finally after so many tries he was able to play the chord correctly. He cheered in happiness. Lyra hugged him tightly as if trying to convey her intentions to him by hugging him. He hugged her back, but let go shortly.

“Thank you so much Lyra.” He beamed and stood up. “It’s getting late and I should go to bed. Tomorrow morning is the big day.” He walked to the hall, but stopped and turned to her. “I’m happy to have become your friend.” And with that he left.

Lyra stood in the living room, saddened. What was she going to do? Had she been a fool to so easily come. What a foal she was!

The next morning came with a bustling of getting dressed and ready. After several panic attacks and a mishap in the kitchen they finally arrived at the concert hall.

Lyra entered with him, constantly she she would watch him. Today had to be the day. She would find a way for him to fall in love with her.

Eric got ready and left to join the other musicians, leaving Lyra in the backstage area. Lyra watched the concert trying to ignore the fact that her time was about to run out. She would only have a few minutes after the concert before time ran out and it happened.

An intermission was held and Eric came back stage. Eric walked to Lyra.

“My solo is coming up next, it’s the last part. I’m getting nervous.” He chuckled.

But before Lyra could respond they were interrupted by a woman.

“Hello, My name is Vanessa Change. Your solo has been cancelled, instead you shall do a duet with me.” She looked at his eyes and they flashed. “I think you know this one.” She said handing him sheet music.

Eric’s eyes flashed green, to quickly to be noted. “Yes, that will be wonderful.” He answered.

“What! A duet! Eric what about the song you've been slaving over?” Lyra protested.

Eric turned to Lyra blankly. “I would love to do the duet.” He took Vanessa’s hand and kissed it.

Eric walked off with Vanessa leaving Lyra standing there alone. Intermission ended and Vanessa walked out with Eric into the center stage. Lyra didn’t listen to the song they played and just sat mournfully until the concert ended.

The musicians flooded the backstage. Lyra’s time was running out, she had to find Eric, and tell him she loved him, even if she didn’t. But when she found him, he was kissing Vanessa.

Lyra stood there frozen watching, people shoved past her and left the hall. When the kiss ended all the people had left only leaving them three.

Eric stood as Vanessa walked up to Lyra and smiled.

“It looks like your time is out.” Vanessa grinned.

A clock’s bell outside was heard and and Lyra was engulfed in a flash of light. Pain stabbed at her. As if knives stabbed at her, the pain intensified, but suddenly stopped. She looked down to see the damage and saw something completely different. Her body had become black, her four legs were cracked and black, Lyra was a changeling.

She looked up at Vanessa. “You fool, you went straight into my plan.” Vanessa laughed.

A flash of green light engulfed Vanessa and she became Lyra’s professor. Lyra gasped in horror. Again a flash, but this time in front of her stood none other than Queen Chrysalis.

“No, not you again.” Lyra trembled, her insect like wings shook. “Why? W-why am I a changeling?” Lyra quivered. Eric stood green-eyed in the corner.

“You little fool! When you put your magic to the mirror, you didn’t give it just magic, you gave it part of you. Your image.” She laughed. “Not only can there be love between lovers, but also between friends. Now I have one more little changeling and that stupid human to feed on. Your friendship has grown so strong, it will satisfying me for a long time.” Chrysalis cackled.

“No!” Lyra the changeling ran to Eric. “Eric! Eric wake up! It’s me Lyra! She shook him but to no avail. She cried and hugged his waist, “You’re my friend I can’t lose you!”

She felt a hand touch her head and she looked up. “Lyra what happened to you?” Eric stared at her than at Chrysalis. “What the heck is that!” He cried.

“You fool!” Chrysalis screamed. She grabbed Lyra and pulled her away. A portal opened behind Chrysalis and began to enter.

Eric ran to her and grabbed on to Lyra’s forelegs. “No! Lyra I don’t know what is going on, but I won’t let this cheese-legged freak take you away!” He pulled at her trying to release her from Chrysalis grasp.

“Let go you human! I will at least take away my changeling!” She screamed.

“No!” Eric yelled. He shifted his weight and pulled at one of Chrysalis’s legs. “Lyra is my friend! I don’t care what she looks like! She is my friend and I care for her!” Eric’s hand began to burn Chrysalis.

Chrysalis screamed and let go of her, Lyra fell into Eric. Chrysalis looked at her leg, cracks had appeared in the shape of a hand where he had touched her.

There was a golden burst of light and another portal appeared. Out from it came Princess Celestia quickly followed by Bon Bon.

Celestia looked at Chrysalis in surprise. “Chrysalis, what are you doing in the human world?”

“If it isn’t Princess Celestia.” Chrysalis snarled. “I don’t know how you got here, but this is not your domain. You have no power here!”

Celestia looked at the changeling, “Princess Celestia! Bon Bon, It’s me Lyra!” She cried within the scared embrace of Eric.”

Bon Bon stared at the changeling, recognizing the voice. “Lyra.” she whimpered.

“This may not be my land, but that is my pony, release her.” Celestia commanded.

“It is too late Celestia, she is a changeling now.” Chrysalis growled.

Celestia looked to the two embracing beings. “Human, do you really care for her, look at her, is she still your friend?”

Eric looked up and stared at the changeling. It looked back at him a sadness in it’s generic eyes. “Yes.” He proclaimed. The creature smiled.

“Embrace her, hold her. Pass your friendship to her and don’t let go.” Eric didn’t know why he obeyed the talking horse, but he did. He grabbed on to it squeezing it, it as well grabbed on to him. He held it tight, he didn’t care that it’s jagged horn cut him or that its ragged skin hurt.

A bright light emanated from them, it solidified into a beam that struck Chrysalis. She screamed in horror as it engulfed the queen. Bon Bon shook behind Princess Celestia. Chrysalis was pushed through the portal she had originally made and it closed after she passed.

“You may release.” Celestia told the two.

Eric let go of the changeling. Bob Bon ran up to it and embraced it.

“Lyra, what happened!” She cried.

Lyra tried to answer but all that came out was the buzz of an insect. She held her mouth in shock.

“She is losing herself.” Celestia bluntly said.

The changeling coughed, “how...didzzz... you findzzz me?” She asked.

“I couldn't stay mad at you so, I came to look for you.But no one had seen you any where. I even tried to brake in to find you, but I got caught.” Bon Bon answered.

“I was notified of the brake in. Your friend came to tell me about the fight you had and how she wanted to apologize. I offered to help her find you.” Celestia followed.

“So we looked all over the campus. Finally somepony said they saw you head toward your anthropology class.” Bon Bon continued.

“We looked around the classroom and found your professor locked in a closet, from there I was able to deduce the rest after he told me about the mirror.” Celestia finished.

Eric looked at the changeling, “Can you help her? I mean this isn’t what she looked like before, she was a p-pony like you two, right?”

“Yes human, she was a pony.” Celestia answered. “But to change her back would bring great sacrifice.”

The three other beings looked at Celestia.

“A human who really cared about her would have to give up their life, so that she may replace their life in this world and become a changeling or she could leave here with us never to return, and both of you having no memory of having met.”

Eric look at the changeling. Both knew who this human would be. It shook it’s head and moved away from him, “I can’t askzzz you to do thizzzz.”

“But I don’t want to forget you. You’re my friend.” He cried.

“No, I wazzzz. Princess let’zzz go.” Lyra began to cry, Bon Bon held her friend shakly.

“Very well.“

Celestia’s horn shined and the portal opened again. A second golden flash came and covered the changeling. The changeling became a light aquamarine blue and and was Lyra again. “Let us go Lyra.” Celestia said as she motioned Bon Bon to enter the portal. “Upon passing the portal your memories shall be erased. Bon Bon and Celestia entered it, leaving Lyra with Eric.

“You were a great friend.” She kissed his cheek and ran through the portal.

Author's Note

If this story felt to rushed I apologize, but it was done intentionally. Each chapter it suppose to be a short story and it got very long. As well if you think it was too long, sorry.

I've been trying something different in which I drift from the fairy tale a little. Tell me if I should continue like this or follow the original story line.

Also I didn't know whether to use the Disney version or the original. I used a bit of both in this one. So again tell me which you prefer.

Any questions, comments, mistakes or suggestions please tell.