Thread: Supsatire & Hypergondala (MLP)

The horizon was illuminated with the deepest crimson, steadily growing lighter and larger and brighter as dawn approached. Then, all at once, the sun peeked over the distant horizon and set the landscape ablaze with light. The brilliant daylight caused the dark Everfree Forest to shimmer with a brilliant green, the apples in Sweet Apple Acres to glisten like rubies, the windows of every house in Ponyville to become rectangles of trapped light and the lake on the outskirts of town was now a large, round mirror that reflected the rising sun. The mirror's surface, however, was broken by a ripple that distorted the sun's reflection. The ripple was caused by a single boat anchored in the center of the smooth water. The boat was wide and flat, roughly shaped like a sharp oval, the railing elegantly curved from bow to stern. Nestled in the center of the boat, looking as though it had been plucked straight from the town itself, was a house. Complete with straw roof and little lawn out front. As the light hit it and climbed it's way up the walls and onto the roof, the front door banged open and a Pegasus pony stepped out onto the rocking deck with hardly a wobble. His coat was the lightest shade of green, almost white, and his long mane hung down about his head in periwinkle curtains. His tail was just as long and pooled on the ground around his back feet. He closed his bright blue eyes, threw his head back and inhaled deeply. His head rose higher and higher as he sniffed greedily, a smile slowly spreading across his face. Soon his snout was pointed skyward, but it rose higher still. His wings had began to flap happily and he rose off the deck, hovering there with his hooves tucked in close and smiling for ear to ear. He finally released his breath and touched back down on the wood. Ah, mornings! There was a hollow jostling of metal on wood and in seconds he had taken to the skies again, this time adorned with a curious contraption. A battered tin bucket was slung over either side of his back, and what looked like a funnel was fastened to the bottom of each. Making a wide circle around his boat house, he dipped down in a steep dive and with a small, almost comical plunk , disappeared below the surface of the water. All was calm. A second passed. Then another. Three seconds later, the shimmering lake was shattered with a resounding splash and the pegasus broke the surface, shaking his wings free of water as his mane and tail streamed behind him. Water sloshed in the buckets at his sides, though he didn't spill a single drop. As he soared away from the lake and his home, towards the town, some droplets of water still clung to his coat Eight blue drops on his flank, arranged in a circle to form a flower. When he was flying over the outskirts of town, he tugged a string dangling by his ear. A cork popped from the bucket on his right, and water began to stream from the funnel Not straight down, but in a wide, spiraling arc, small droplets flying every which way. He pulled a second cork out and soon the water was falling to the ground below where it clung to the lawns, flowers, fruits and vegetables of the town far below. He hummed while he flew. He noticed a flash of blue and gray trotting along below and he swerved to take a detour around that particular patch of grass He'd swing by and dew it later. He was just adjusting his flight path when there was a creak and snap behind him. He just saw the iron screw falling earthward before it was joined by a cascade of water. The fastening of the bucket had broken free and it's cargo had poured out. Right towards the blue and silver pony below him. His hooves jumped to his mouth before he sped downwards in pursuit of the water, a cracking voice shouting Lookoutlookoutlookout! To his innocent victim.