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Thanks to those that requested the story! Here's kind of a double portion since I didn't want to reupload the first picture, enjoy! =^^=
The grey mare circled the small village, a smug smirk on her muzzle. The ponies down there had done an impressive job of rebuilding things since her last visit. “You haven't learned your lesson yet?” Her vinyl limbs squeaked as she adjusted herself on her broom.
She tapped her wand on her hoof a couple times to warm it up. The motion made a pleasant thump reverberate through her tautly inflated body. “Shall we start with the ice cream parlor this time? This will teach them to stop carrying Chestnut-spinach!”
She put the broom into a shallow dive and lit up the street in front of the store, small fireballs erupting from her wand and exploding down the middle of the road. Ponies scattered. The witch laughed in glee!
“Run! Run little pony-ants! Run home to your... What?”
Something whizzed past the witch's ear. She banked hard and turned around. The glint of metal caught her eye, in front of a new shop she hadn't noticed before: “Airgun Emporioum”
“Are you insane! Those things are dangerous! We're all inflatables here, someone is going to get...”
Pop! A tiny dart lodged itself in the witch's left ear.
“Eep!” The witch pointed the broom skyward to get out of range of the number of ponies filing out of the store. “Only trained individuals should be permitted to handle airguns!” She shouted down to those on the ground.
The store's owner coached a young foal: “Use the sights, like I told you, remember this is a moving target, so you will need to aim where it will be, not where it is, now start applying pressure to the trigger...”
Pop! Another dart lodged itself in the witch's flank. “Stop training them!”
She completed her climb and flew to the end of the road, intending to strafe the group with fireballs. “Oh! My poor ear!” The dart stuck fast, so she wasn't leaking any air yet. “I'll get the lot of you! Lets see how well you aim those guns when you are all on fire!”
The witch nosed down and accelerated towards the firing line. She pointed her hoof, and...
Unfortunately, in her initial panic at the counterattack she didn't notice that she'd dropped her wand.
“Uh...” Looking around, she saw a small filly with her wand in her mouth. “Hay, you! Thats mine, give it back!” The filly looked at the witch, blinked, then pointer with her hoof.
Too late, the witch realized she had flown directly at her attackers. Now she stared down the wrong end of several dart guns (And one fart gun from the novelty store next door) She pulled up as darts flew around her. She hugged her broom for what little cover it afforded, but this exposed her legs, and two more darts found their mark in her left foreleg, and right hind leg.
“Ok, as long as these darts stay stuck I'm not really losing air, if I can just get to my wand, I'll cast summon jacks from high up and sprinkle the town with them. Then I can laugh as they pop their hooves running around!”
BROOMP! The Elefart gun spoke its piece.
“Say Excuse me, you ignorant savage!” the grey mare exclaimed before the shock-wave from the blast hit her, nearly shaking her off the broom.
Tsssssss. The impact knocked all the darts free from her body. Precious air leaked from the small holes!
“No!” She could feel her damaged limbs going soft. “I need to get out of here!” Skimming the treeline, she retreated, but her injuries made maneuvering difficult, and soon she crashed into a field. Staggering to her hooves, she assessed the damage: “Ow! Four darts, Oh, and I skinned my knees too! How am I going to get home to patch myself up?”
“This is where it would be nice to fly.” he thought as he charged through the trees. “I'm ending this once and for all! We spent too much time rebuilding after the last time she attacked! Ok, she was flying in a straight line, that should not be too hard to follow.”
“Nononononono No! Eek!” a Thud and a squeek echoed through the trees, confirming his closeness to his quarry.
Breaking the treeline, he spotted his target, limping around her broom as she tried unsuccessfully to pull it from the ground.
The fact that she did not immediately attack gave him pause, and he was a little winded from the sprint. He wasn't sure what he expected to see as he approached her. All he'd heard were rumors, and brief glimpses of her at a distance. In short, she didn't look like a monster.
“I don't know who in Tartarus you think you are, but this ends right here, right now!”
The grey mare turned to face him, one hoof raised. Her ears drooped, her left ear even more so as it lost air. “Why did you have to pop me?”
He blinked. “Are you insane?!? You were trying to burn the town down, again! Y-You.”
She visibly deflated. Her eyes glistened. He stopped, bracing for what was about to happen next.
“Wait, stop...I..” was all he got out...
The Grey Mare is based on the evil witch from Pony Island by Stark Apps
The grey mare circled the small village, a smug smirk on her muzzle. The ponies down there had done an impressive job of rebuilding things since her last visit. “You haven't learned your lesson yet?” Her vinyl limbs squeaked as she adjusted herself on her broom.
She tapped her wand on her hoof a couple times to warm it up. The motion made a pleasant thump reverberate through her tautly inflated body. “Shall we start with the ice cream parlor this time? This will teach them to stop carrying Chestnut-spinach!”
She put the broom into a shallow dive and lit up the street in front of the store, small fireballs erupting from her wand and exploding down the middle of the road. Ponies scattered. The witch laughed in glee!
“Run! Run little pony-ants! Run home to your... What?”
Something whizzed past the witch's ear. She banked hard and turned around. The glint of metal caught her eye, in front of a new shop she hadn't noticed before: “Airgun Emporioum”
“Are you insane! Those things are dangerous! We're all inflatables here, someone is going to get...”
Pop! A tiny dart lodged itself in the witch's left ear.
“Eep!” The witch pointed the broom skyward to get out of range of the number of ponies filing out of the store. “Only trained individuals should be permitted to handle airguns!” She shouted down to those on the ground.
The store's owner coached a young foal: “Use the sights, like I told you, remember this is a moving target, so you will need to aim where it will be, not where it is, now start applying pressure to the trigger...”
Pop! Another dart lodged itself in the witch's flank. “Stop training them!”
She completed her climb and flew to the end of the road, intending to strafe the group with fireballs. “Oh! My poor ear!” The dart stuck fast, so she wasn't leaking any air yet. “I'll get the lot of you! Lets see how well you aim those guns when you are all on fire!”
The witch nosed down and accelerated towards the firing line. She pointed her hoof, and...
Unfortunately, in her initial panic at the counterattack she didn't notice that she'd dropped her wand.
“Uh...” Looking around, she saw a small filly with her wand in her mouth. “Hay, you! Thats mine, give it back!” The filly looked at the witch, blinked, then pointer with her hoof.
Too late, the witch realized she had flown directly at her attackers. Now she stared down the wrong end of several dart guns (And one fart gun from the novelty store next door) She pulled up as darts flew around her. She hugged her broom for what little cover it afforded, but this exposed her legs, and two more darts found their mark in her left foreleg, and right hind leg.
“Ok, as long as these darts stay stuck I'm not really losing air, if I can just get to my wand, I'll cast summon jacks from high up and sprinkle the town with them. Then I can laugh as they pop their hooves running around!”
BROOMP! The Elefart gun spoke its piece.
“Say Excuse me, you ignorant savage!” the grey mare exclaimed before the shock-wave from the blast hit her, nearly shaking her off the broom.
Tsssssss. The impact knocked all the darts free from her body. Precious air leaked from the small holes!
“No!” She could feel her damaged limbs going soft. “I need to get out of here!” Skimming the treeline, she retreated, but her injuries made maneuvering difficult, and soon she crashed into a field. Staggering to her hooves, she assessed the damage: “Ow! Four darts, Oh, and I skinned my knees too! How am I going to get home to patch myself up?”
“This is where it would be nice to fly.” he thought as he charged through the trees. “I'm ending this once and for all! We spent too much time rebuilding after the last time she attacked! Ok, she was flying in a straight line, that should not be too hard to follow.”
“Nononononono No! Eek!” a Thud and a squeek echoed through the trees, confirming his closeness to his quarry.
Breaking the treeline, he spotted his target, limping around her broom as she tried unsuccessfully to pull it from the ground.
The fact that she did not immediately attack gave him pause, and he was a little winded from the sprint. He wasn't sure what he expected to see as he approached her. All he'd heard were rumors, and brief glimpses of her at a distance. In short, she didn't look like a monster.
“I don't know who in Tartarus you think you are, but this ends right here, right now!”
The grey mare turned to face him, one hoof raised. Her ears drooped, her left ear even more so as it lost air. “Why did you have to pop me?”
He blinked. “Are you insane?!? You were trying to burn the town down, again! Y-You.”
She visibly deflated. Her eyes glistened. He stopped, bracing for what was about to happen next.
“Wait, stop...I..” was all he got out...
The Grey Mare is based on the evil witch from Pony Island by Stark Apps
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1280 x 904px
File Size 177.5 kB
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