SIRRA: FERAL OF SUGAR RUSH

This is a fic about what Vanellope's life would have been like if she and all the racers had horses instead of karts. I don't own any characters whatsoever.

Sirra's eyes

"WOOT WOOT!" A train rushes by downhill from where i'm standing. It's heading to New Sugar City, where all the Sweet thunder derbies are held. It's only 3 hours from here by horse but only half the time by train. All the racehorses get to ride it the train's cargo area while their riders get to be in the passenger coach. If I had a rider, I could show those snotty race horses that i'm just as good as them and that i'm not a feral. A feral is a term used to describe a wild animal, but the race horses use it as an insult because it ment you're a glitch too. Oh, by the way, i'm Sirra,a siver-coated, black-maned, Thoroughbred x-breed and the soon to be greatest race horse of all time!

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A few hours later, she saw that the race horses were back at the ranch. Sirra trotted over to the fence with asmile on her face. "Howdy there, fellow race horses! How was the derby?" she winnied with a friendly tone. When the horses heard her kind winny, they only gave her a snort of hate and annoyance in return. A male light-blonde coated Thoroughbred stallion with a white mane with a red-eyed bay Thoroughbred mare and a brown and chestnut pinto Stallion with a golden mane gaited up to the fence where she was. "Well,well,well. If it isn't the feral! Did you come over for some hay?" the light-blonde stallion teased as more horses gaited up twords the fence. "No, Avian, i'm fine with my wild grass, thank you very much." Sirra winnied in a calm tone. "Then why don't you scurry on to the prarie where you belong." The red-eyed mare grunted with a smirk. "Because, Red-eyes, she's a feral. And ferals are complete idiots compared to us race horses." The gold maned stallion snorted back to Red-eyes. "Now Levi, you don't have to say that. we all know that ferals have rocks for brains. Am I right?" Avian winnied to the other horses as they winnied in agreement. "And we all know what happens when a feral trespasses onto the ranch." Avian snorted and then looked at the other horses with a smirk. They then let out fake squeals of fear loud enough for Avian's rider, Taffyta, Red-eyes's rider, Candlehead, and the other riders hurrying out of the barn to see what was going on. "It's that annoying feral again!"Minty yelled. The riders started shouting and banging pans on the fence posts. When Sirra saw Taffyta, she reared upwards and ran.

Sirra's eyes

And again my attempt at being accepted is blown. Why do they hate ferals so much? I'm a horse like they are, but why do they hate me?

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As Sirra gaited along a dirt rode, she saw Diet cola moutain. and coming out of the moutain was a small black-haired girl with candy in her hair and a man with huge hands and feet carrying a saddle on his left sholder. They were chatting for a bit until the child saw her. she smiled and approached Sirra slowly. Sirra started to back away until the girl wispered "Don't worry. I won't hurt you" When she heard those words, a distant memory came to her.

Sirra's memory

As the barn came burning down, Hachet was helping the other horses out. A squeal of distress came form inside, causing him to turn his head to see a foal, only hours old, stuck under a pile of burning wood. He used his strengh to buck the burning wood off of the foal's hind legs, wich were terribly burned. Hachet turned to see a stableworker run and grab his reins. They made it out of the barn, but there was a menicing laugh behind hachet. when he turned to see who was the owner of that laughter, he stopped in his tracks. Behind him was a terrifying pegesus. He was as dark as night, both outside and inside, fire was at his hooves, but didn't burn him at all. But his eyes were as red as blood. Hachet knew who that was.

"Mallestorm"

And on top of Mallestorm, was an old man with a crown. "Hoo hoo! So you're Hachet? Not what I expected of a princess's old horse. You may have helped that brat win races, but your time is up! Mallestorm, get rid of him and the foal!" At his command, Mallestorm blasted fire from his mouth, scorching Hachet's hooves to ash. He then fell on the ground, crying in agony. "S-Sirra...run...!" Hachet winnied before his neck was burned by Mallestorm's hooves, ending him. Sirra ran as fast as she could, not looking back. But in the distance as she ran off, the old man yelled "DON'T WORRY! I WON'T HURT YOU!"

Present

Sirra then looked down at the girl and ran off. "Hey! Wait!"

So whacha think? pretty good for my first Wreck it Ralph fic,no? Let me know what yall think, and i'll continue.

So in the the meantime, this is Dorumon-9000 signing off! STAY SWEET! ;)