My Little Miria- The apple thieves
As her muscles ripple and stretch, the yoma energy stressing her body, Miria looks towards the stunned Hysteria through a distorted blood haze.
"Alright," she says through a grating voice, "Let's see who will last longer!"
Hysteria's eyes narrow and then soften. "Alright," she says with a smile.
Her loose uncaring demeanor catches Miria off guard when suddenly she finds herself rammed against a stone. As Miria tries to rise from the stone her head is bashed against the sharp rock protrusions again and again until the blood is flowing out from her cracked and bleeding skull. Unable to rise up against Hysteria's attacks Miria is only able to look on as Hysteria raises the butt of her blade to smash it against her face.
"Miria!" a voice hollers in her ears. "Miria... Miria! Wake up!"
Miria wakens with a startled gasp, smacking the voice in the mouth.
"OW!" says Helen, looking towards her with teary eyes. "You don't have to wake up so grumpy all the time!"
"Helen? I'm... is your hair blue?"
"Well yeah," Helen says, leaning close so both their noses are touching. "That apple sure hit you hard, didn't it? Can't you remember me?"
Miria pushes the very pale face away and wipes her face. But the vision doesn't disappear and Helen stares back not with silver eyes and silver hair, but bright blue hair and jade green eyes, on a body of four legs with a bright blue tail. I must have hit my head harder then I thought. Helen looks like a horse!
Helen is hopping back and forth like a girl on too much speed. "Miria! Hey Miria! Remember! Remember! You promised you'd help me go apple picking! And guess what? Today is the day! So are ya? Are ya? Huh? Huh?"
Miria shoves her fist against Helen's mouth making her cheeks puff up large. "Alright, will you shut up for a minute so I can clear my head?"
Helen nods vigorously and Miria slowly pulls her fist out, glancing down and realizing she doesn't have a fist. Or a hand.
"My hands!" she says waving her hooves frantically. "What happened to my hands?"
Helen rolls her eyes. Shaking her head, she pushes under Miria's hips so Miria is looking at the backside of Helen's hips. "Helen, what are you...?"
The gas suddenly escaping Helen's rear makes Miria's face go green. "Oh yeah..." says Helen. "I've hand some bean burritos, you should probably turn around."
Miria hangs over Helen's side, the bumping of Helen's hips against her neck and the noxious fumes against her nose. I'm going to be sick, she thinks.
"Alright," says Helen, "it's gonna be a bumpy ride!"
By the time they reach their destination, a grove full of apple trees, Miria has puked at least twenty times and feels about ready to throw up again. Helen's gas trail just seemed to get worse with each step.
"Alright Miria," helen says cheerfully, "this is our stop!"
And she bucks Miria off, dumping her in her last trail of bile. "Silly Miria, I think you should clean off!"
"I think I'm going to be sick... again..." says Miria, her face turning an even paler green. And pukes on the floor again as Helen turns her back, another clout of gas appearing before Miria. Miria's eyes go wide and she dodges aside as the gas cloud seems to follow her for a few steps seeming to have a mind of its own. As it comes near her a sound like a loud explosion rings out and the cloud hesitates and moves out of the field.
Poking around the tree Miria gives Helen a glance. "What was that sound?"
Helen turns slowly, sweat beading on her brow. "Oh... nothing," she says with a large smile, the sweat quickly making a small puddle at her feet.
"That look doesn't sound like nothing."
"Yeah... let me check."
Helen's neck stretches to incredible lengths scanning over the trees when another shot rings out, this one alarmingly closer. Helen's neck suddenly comes crashing back down, wide eyed as she feels the top of her head. Where there used to be a tuft of hair is suddenly a bald spot.
"We have to get out of here," Helen yells suddenly, leaping on Miria's back.
"I could guess that but why are you on my back?"
"Cuz you're the fastest runner in all of Equestria!" says Helen. "Why else do you think I brought you?"
"Of course," says Miria with a sneer.
An orange horse with long blonde hair and freckles suddenly appears before them carrying a long wooden stick. She spits to the side, her eyes narrowing, a flame appearing in each one.
"You rotten little thieves trying to steal my apples! I'll tan yer' hides!"
And she aims the stick with two holes straight at Miria's face.
"Go! Go! Go!" says Helen slapping Miria in the ass.
"Hey! Why are we..."
The explosion rings out and a part of the tree to Miria's right suddenly tears apart. Miria's eyes go wide and she disappears away from the orange horse.
"Not this way," says Helen. "There's a mine field over here!"
"A mine field?" Miria asks not sure what that is when her foot steps deeper in a spot and as she moves past dirt and debris scatters behind her, a loud explosion sounding with it.
"What was that?"
"A mine, duh! You stepped on a mine, you better not-"
And Miria's left front foot sinks into the earth. She dodges to the right as there is an explosion, feeling her back right foot sink into the earth. A few explosions later and they are cleared of the field. Miria's heart thundering in her chest.
"Was that the last of them?" she says, her tongue almost rolling on the floor. Her left foot sinks into the floor.
Miria stares at her foot and sighs. The explosion knocks both skywards knocking them out of the orchard.
"And stay out you yellow bellied dirt eaters!" she hears the orange pony yell some distance away. She stares at Helen who looks at her with an apologetic gaze as she lies hanging from her left foot in a tree.
"I think that was the last one," she says.
"Gee. You think?" says Miria. "Remind me not to help you next time you go apple picking again." And with this she lets herself fall flat falling asleep.
