DISCLAIMER: I own neither My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic or Gilligan's Island, or any other copyrighted/trademarked material that may be featured in this fan fiction. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is property of Hasbro, while Gilligan's Island is property of Turner Entertainment Co.
AUTHOR NOTE: I hope all my readers had happy holidays and a Happy New Year. A new year, new fan fics. I am opening with something a bit different: a crossover between MLP:FiM and Gilligan's Island. This is my first MLP:FiM fan fic that is not connected to Cupcakes, through not my first crossover (hopefully this story will end up better than the dead fic Kesha x Scooby Doo story I began). With that said, this story will be much lighter and soften than my other fics...even the realitively light and sit com inspired Po-Po-Po Pony Murder, but some mild language and adult themes remain. I thank my readers for taking the time to read my pieces, and if you have constructive criticism, or just really like the story, please leave a review/favourite. Without further ado, I am happy to present My Little Gilligan's Island: Friendship is Coconuts.
Chapter One
"Derpy! You've really done it this time!" cried the cyan, rainbow-maned pegasus, flapping her wings as quickly and strongly as she could to remain upright in the face of the powerful gales assaulting her body.
"Sorry, Rainbow Dash. I just don't know what went wrong," replied the cross-eyed pegasus besides Rainbow Dash.
"Derpy, if we survive this, I'm gonna kick your ass!"cried Rainbow Dash through the high winds.
"I don't own a donkey...hasn't owning donkies been illegal since the Civil Horse War?" asked Derpy just before the winds overtook her and blew her away from Rainbow Dash. Rainbow Dash was surprised just how long Derpy had held on. Even she, the best flier in Equestia, could barely stay upright in the whirlwind of the cyclone Derpy had released. Rainbow Dash had to admit, Derpy had probably created the strongest cyclone in Equestria history. This storm went well above F5...hay, it was probably F11...only a pony like Derpy could break the Fujita scale like this.
"Maybe her cutie mark should be a tornado," thought Rainbow Dash before the cow popped in front of her.
"Horse apples!" was the last shout Rainbow Dash got out before the cow collapsed into the pony, knocking her out.
"That storm last night sure was a dozy," commented the skinny man, barely not a boy, wearing a red long shelved shirt and off-white bucket hat.
"In all my years on the sea, I've never seen a storm like that...makes the one that ship-wrecked us here look like a spring rain," noted the man besides the first, a much heavier man in a blue shirt and a captain's hat.
"Yes...almost not natural," noted a third man, aged between the boy in the red shirt and the middle-aged skipper, wearing a white shirt and having the look of an intellectual. All around the three were blown over trees and other debris covering the ground.
"Yeah Professor, you're right...more like an angry Neptune from those old Greek myths," commented the heavy-set man.
"Skipper, I thought Neptune is a planet, just before Pluto," commented the boy in the red shirt. The Skipper just rolled his eyes.
"Gilligan, I don't mean the planet after Uranus-" began the Skipper.
"Skipper, I know we're sailors, but you should watch your language...children are present," interrupted Gilligan.
"What children?" spat the Skipper.
"Me," replied Gilligan. The two other men just shook their heads.
"Neptune is the Roman god of the sea," said the Professor, looking at the Skipper. "His Greek equivalent is Poseidon."
"This storm could have been caused by Mr. Ed for all I care...I'm just glad we took shelter in that cave...all the huts have been blown down," commented the Skipper.
"Indeed, we'll need to rebuild the huts as soon as possible...I just can't take Mr. Howe's snoring," said the Professor.
"Or the Professor's gas," added Gilligan.
Indignantly, the Professor crossed his arms and said, "It's not my fault Marry Anne didn't tell me she used that canned cheese that washed up and that I am lactose intolerant."
"Guess you were the only car on campus without those 'tolerance' bumper sticker," noted Gilligan.
"I was about the only conservative on a college campus and not a think tank...my liberal colleagues get first dips at tenure and administration positions, but the class room is where I belong, educating. I had a 'Nixon-Lodge' and 'Goldwater-Miller' sticker on my car...wait—Gilligan, lactose intolerance is a medical condition, not an ideology," replied the Professor.
"Would have been a Kasper-Stoner man myself...Gilligan! You've got us side tracked! We need to rebuild those huts. Gilligan, you go search for some building material while the Professor and I see what can be recovered," ordered the Skipper.
With a salute, Gilligan turned and made his way through the island. The usual trail to the lagoon had many blown down trees blocking the way, through the surrounding underbrush remained to slow Gilligan's way to the lagoon. While the palm trees would provide a lot of wood, for certain parts of the huts, such as the roof and supports, something stronger than the bendy palm wood was required. Lots of items were washed up on the lagoon...radioactive seeds, telephone lines, cosmonauts, Japanese submarines...surely something helpful would be on the beach—and even if not necessarily "useful", at least, in Gilligan's words, "cool". Despite the trouble of moving through the jungle, Gilligan was less sweaty than usual, due to the huge storms removing the heat and humility from the air. In fact, Gilligan would have very much liked just to play or something. But the huts had to be repaired...he had overheard Mary Anne planning more cheese dishes, and Gilligan did not want to resort to keeping flowers under his nose, which while taking care of the odors from the Professor, also gave Gilligan terrible allergies.
The scene before Gilligan at the lagoon proved him right. Several pieces of driftwood had washed ashore, along with lots of kale and seaweed.
"At least the Professor doesn't have to eat cheese," remarked Gilligan. A couple of wooded boxes had also washed ashore.
"Oh boy, hopes there's something useful...or at least some comics. I so want to see what happened to Dick Tracy at the end of that last comic before we were ship-wrecked." As Gilligan walked towards the boxes, something caught his eye. Something cyan.
"What?" asked Gilligan as he moved closer. Yes...it was cyan...but also red...and blue...and green? Rainbow...A cyan horse with a rainbow mane? Perhaps a sea circus had lost it's horse? In any case, a horse was a great find. Excitedly, Gilligan rushed to tell the others.