I wrote some terrible pony fiction on a fly. Wouldn't been easier on a table instead? Probably.
It's about fem-anon replacing Zecora's role as the scary witch in the Everfree forest. This is set in RGRE (Reverse Gender Roles Equestria: https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/841406/rgre-primer ). This scene takes place when AJ is just a filly.
I haven't written anything in like months, and I mean nothing. So this is just me trying to get back into it again.
This is probably not that good. Just be forewarned. It may suck, so yeah. You don't have to read it.
Also, I fixed grammar issues by sending it through ChatGPT (to fix just grammar issues) because I was too lazy to fix it myself.
Here it is:
AppleJack had never seen her mother so terrified one moment and angry the next.
“Applejack, take your brother and run back to the farm and tell Grandma Smith what’s going on,” she ordered through gritted teeth.
“But what about Pah?” Big Mac asked.
Pear Butter stomped her hoof.
“I’m going back to try to rescue him! But I can’t do that while worrying about you two.”
Applejack tried to get the words out that were on her mind. She was supposed to be a marely mare. She should say volunteer to help. But she was too afraid to.
She looked up at Big Mac. He looked like he was on the verge of crying. She realized that she was as well.
Then her mother spun around and shouted in their faces.
“Go now!”
That got AJ to jump in the air. It was her mother’s face more than anything. Perhaps her eyes, specifically.
AJ ran away. She hadn’t expected that Big Mac would rely on her. He was a strong, independent stallion. She only looked to see that he was following along because Mother had told her to. However, she was shocked to see him bite hold of her tail.
It seemed both of them were willing to do whatever their mother wished at the moment.
They bolted through the forest in the general direction of where they had come from, following where they thought it should be in their panicked state of mind. They hoped after every tree that they would burst onto the fields around Ponyville or the Sweet Apple Acres orchard.
However, what they arrived at instead was a chasm, a rope bridge, and the ruin of a castle.
They drew to a halt so as not to fall down the chasm. They were stunned out of their panic by wonder.
They wondered what this old castle even was. They had never heard of an old castle being somewhere in the Everfree before. Was it even real? Or was this another part of this cursed forest’s tricks?
Big Mac, the tall beauty that was the eye candy of the fillies in Ponyville, which AJ guarded to his chagrin, pointed at something on the other side of the chasm.
“Look, Sis. Laundry,” he said.
AJ looked. Indeed, there hung clothes, which couldn’t fit any of the prissy unicorns in Canterlot that wore such things, billowing off the branches of a tree.
AJ’s eyes inspected the castle with new eyes, scanning for more strangeness. She found something. Smoke coming out of a whole chimney in a broken tower, it too drifting with the wind.
“Somepony lives here,” she said and nodded towards the smoke. “Nopony lives in the Everfree, right?”
“Ah, don’t think so…” Mac answered.
For a moment, AJ wondered if they perhaps had exited the Everfree, but with a quick look around she still felt the roots and trees were gnarly in a non-natural way. Besides, she could sort of feel when she was in and outside of the forest. She had always been able to. It was weird.
“Perhaps,” AJ began, “this is some sort of Royal Guard outpost. Keeping the monsters of the forest at bay?”
AJ wasn’t sure at first, because she had never heard of that before, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. What else could be here? What else would want to live in the middle of the Everfree if not doing a job for the Princess?
Mac seemed to be on the same wavelength, or perhaps he just wanted her to be right. He nodded.
“E-e-e…yup,” he stammered out.
He looked over his shoulder.
“Let’s go,” Big Mac said. “They might know how to get back to Ponyville.”
“Yee,” AJ said.
It made sense, she thought. If anypony knew their way around the forest, it would be somepony that worked here.
AJ then realized something. If this was a Royal Guard outpost, then surely a whole battalion of guard mares were stationed here.
“Maybe they can save Pah… and Mah,” AJ said.
They shared a look. Both their eyes were wide. Suddenly they both felt a need for urgency, which had a twofold motivation. One part was the idea that they could perhaps help or save their parents from the pack of timberwolves. The second part was more self-preserving. Safety was close at hoof. They would get out of this nightmare soon.
They moved as quickly as they could while still being careful over the rope bridge. It seemed that the bridge was old as well, but had been adjusted and mended here and there with new rope and new planks.
In the back of AJ’s mind, it felt safer and smarter to just make a new bridge if the old one was falling apart rather than fall through. However, perhaps the troop stationed here were pegasi and didn’t fear falling through.
As the duo made it to the other side, they ran past the ruin of a courtyard that had newly planted flowers and plants in places. It was strangely only tidied in a corridor or path. Grass and scrap were allowed to take up space everywhere around them, but a path to the front gate was clear.
The two galloped up to the double doors and knocked on them, their hooves hammering on the steel door and rattling the ring.
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“Help! Hello! Anypony in there?” they yelled.
They paused for a brief moment and heard nothing.
They couldn’t just wait there. This was an emergency. Surely, the ponies inside would understand.
AJ began to pull on the handle with her teeth. As they had worked together many times before, Big Mac followed his sister’s initiative wordlessly. He didn’t say a word this time about her being impolite.
With a lot of effort, the duo got the tall and heavy door to swing open.
They ran in.
Inside, they were again guided down a corridor or path, this time around stacks of books, until they reached a bubbling cauldron with some kind of soup in it.
AJ looked around. These books were spell books, which meant the inhabitants were unicorns, or at least one was.
While unicorn mares, like her friend from school, Rarity, could be a bit colty, there were still legends and stories of unicorns changing the tides of battle for Equestria. Perhaps there was a powerful sorcerer here of old. One powerful enough to save her parents.
If so, she would never challenge Rarity to a hoof-wrestle again, knowing full well that she couldn’t win.
“AJ,” said Big Mac with a tone of voice AJ couldn’t place right now as he tapped her with a hoof.
“What?” asked AJ.
She looked at her brother, then she felt concern. Big Mac looked like he had a mixture of disgust, and it felt like there was growing… fear in him.
“The soup.”
AJ looked at it. It was brown. Broccoli and carrots floated by, followed by some onions. And some sort of grey mushroom… What was that?
“It’s meat,” Big Mac unintentionally answered her thoughts with a quivering voice.
AJ took a step back before rushing up to the cauldron. She grabbed the ladle and scooped up from the very bottom. What she got was some kind of small animal’s leg, like a bunny’s or something. White bone and meat just barely clinging to it.
AJ dropped the ladle, and the leg sank back to the bottom.
“Oh nelly…”
“The mares of Diomedes!” Big Mac shrieked as he stood up on his back hooves while flailing his front hooves. Then he fell on his back.
“Burba hur?” something said…
Something behind AJ said that. Either these were the cannibal mares of legend or griffins reenacting their past crimes that Cheerilee taught her about in school. All AJ knew was that it was a tongue she didn’t know yet. It wasn’t Ponish.
AJ saw Big Mac gaping slack-jawed. AJ couldn’t explain what she saw in her brother’s gaze, really. Perhaps the best way to describe it was vacant, wide eyes. He looked puzzled. Like he didn’t believe what he was seeing.
So AJ turned around to see what they were dealing with.
When she saw what it was, she let out a yell.
Not really because of fear, though. She would have been afraid of meeting a cannibalistic horse or a meat-eating creature. What she yelled for was because what she saw was absolutely new to her world and reality. It was just outside of her realm of thought.
Everything about it was alien and unlike anything she had seen before.
Forward-facing eyes like those timberwolves, but lacking their teeth and jaw. Instead its face seemed almost… Ponish.
No claws either, but soft things with slender digits like the legs of spiders.
It stood on two legs, like a chicken, but didn’t bend forward like one. Instead it just shot up like a tree trunk.
It was so strange. It had features like those of monsters in ghost stories. Furless. But not scales like it usually was, but skin.
[She had only seen skin like this once before. The doctor had to apply a salve directly to the skin, so he had trimmed and ripped off the fur on her Pah’s barrel.]
Pale skin.
And dressed in a bathrobe.
They paused for a brief moment and heard nothing.
They couldn’t just wait there. This was an emergency. Surely, the ponies inside would understand.
AJ began to pull on the handle with her teeth. As they had worked together many times before, Big Mac followed his sister’s initiative wordlessly. He didn’t say a word this time about her being impolite.
With a lot of effort, the duo got the tall and heavy door to swing open.
They ran in.
Inside, they were again guided down a corridor or path, this time around stacks of books, until they reached a bubbling cauldron with some kind of soup in it.
AJ looked around. These books were spell books, which meant the inhabitants were unicorns, or at least one was.
While unicorn mares, like her friend from school, Rarity, could be a bit colty, there were still legends and stories of unicorns changing the tides of battle for Equestria. Perhaps there was a powerful sorcerer here of old. One powerful enough to save her parents.
If so, she would never challenge Rarity to a hoof-wrestle again, knowing full well that she couldn’t win.
“AJ,” said Big Mac with a tone of voice AJ couldn’t place right now as he tapped her with a hoof.
“What?” asked AJ.
She looked at her brother, then she felt concern. Big Mac looked like he had a mixture of disgust, and it felt like there was growing… fear in him.
“The soup.”
AJ looked at it. It was brown. Broccoli and carrots floated by, followed by some onions. And some sort of grey mushroom… What was that?
“It’s meat,” Big Mac unintentionally answered her thoughts with a quivering voice.
AJ took a step back before rushing up to the cauldron. She grabbed the ladle and scooped up from the very bottom. What she got was some kind of small animal’s leg, like a bunny’s or something. White bone and meat just barely clinging to it.
AJ dropped the ladle, and the leg sank back to the bottom.
“Oh nelly…”
“The mares of Diomedes!” Big Mac shrieked as he stood up on his back hooves while flailing his front hooves. Then he fell on his back.
“Burba hur?” something said…
Something behind AJ said that. Either these were the cannibal mares of legend or griffins reenacting their past crimes that Cheerilee taught her about in school. All AJ knew was that it was a tongue she didn’t know yet. It wasn’t Ponish.
AJ saw Big Mac gaping slack-jawed. AJ couldn’t explain what she saw in her brother’s gaze, really. Perhaps the best way to describe it was vacant, wide eyes. He looked puzzled. Like he didn’t believe what he was seeing.
So AJ turned around to see what they were dealing with.
When she saw what it was, she let out a yell.
Not really because of fear, though. She would have been afraid of meeting a cannibalistic horse or a meat-eating creature. What she yelled for was because what she saw was absolutely new to her world and reality. It was just outside of her realm of thought.
Everything about it was alien and unlike anything she had seen before.
Forward-facing eyes like those timberwolves, but lacking their teeth and jaw. Instead its face seemed almost… Ponish.
No claws either, but soft things with slender digits like the legs of spiders.
It stood on two legs, like a chicken, but didn’t bend forward like one. Instead it just shot up like a tree trunk.
It was so strange. It had features like those of monsters in ghost stories. Furless. But not scales like it usually was, but skin.
[She had only seen skin like this once before. The doctor had to apply a salve directly to the skin, so he had trimmed and ripped off the fur on her Pah’s barrel.]
Pale skin.
And dressed in a bathrobe.