Oh god no. Another drabble. This one has one OC that I sometimes run around as in Second Life, the other two are just invented. And of course Zero no Fukuyakabakoo or whatever it is.

The big fun of crossovers is the set-up. After that, it gets a trifle dull. Or so it seems to me.

_*_=_O

Louise de la Valliere picked herself up, trying to ignore the soreness in her derriere. Rubbing her butt might have soothed the ache, but there was an audience, some of whom were reacting as they always did whenever she attempted magic. And massaging one's backside in public was something that nobles simply did not do; first, it was a dreadful breach of decorum, and second, there might be commoners present.

A sound came from inside the billowing dust cloud her attempt at the familiar summoning spell: inquiring, bewildered, followed by coughing. This was followed by another, feminine in tone and decidedly annoyed, and then another, higher pitched, followed by flapping. This flapping dispersed the cloud, showing several beings.

Louise blinked at the colourful trio of... one was a unicorn. Dark green, wearing a hat as askew as the red coat on its back, not hiding a silvery mark on its hindquarters. Another just looked equine, if equines had purple hair and wore eye-wateringly yellow halters, another greyish mark on its rear. Above them, a white pegasus, apparently wearing armour, of all things, glowered around at the assembled nobles of the Tristain Academy of Magic. All of them were much smaller, almost the size of foals, with strikingly large heads and enormous, luminous eyes.

"+++++ ++++++++++!" It spoke, in a high female voice, almost childish. It clinked its shod hooves together as if bracing for a fight.

"+ ++++ ++++ +++++ ++++ +++ ++ ++++ ++ ++," the unicorn said, managing to extricate... himself... from the purple one, who scrambled upright and growled something at him that was probably rude. Then her gaze landed on the remaining symbols of the summoning circle, before sliding to the pinkette who was still transfixed, torn between pride that she had finally cast a spell successfully, and the desire to squeal like a child and cuddle the impossibly cute beings.

"++++ +++++ +++++ + +++," she pointed a forehoof at Louise in a gesture as accusing as her tone, before stamping it on the ground. Around her students and staff stumbled as the ground shook.

"++ +++ ++++? ++ ++++++ ++++ ++ +++," the unicorn complained, getting back to his hooves. His horn glowed green. So did his hat and coat, straightening themselves up to everyone's shock. He then eyed the pinkette thoughtfully. "++ ++++ +++ +++ +++ ++++++ ++ ++ +++++."

"+ +++++ ++++++ +++++, ++++++," the pegasus replied, settling to the ground, "++ +++++ ++++, ++ +++++ +++ ++++ ++ +++++++++, +++ ++++ + +++ ++ ++++ ++++."

Slowly, with much metaphorical clashing of gears, Louise managed a reasonable thought. "M- Master Osmond?"

The old man started out of his stupefaction. "I- ah- it seems you have summoned famili... familiars, Louise. And so... you should complete the bonding."

Louise blinked at the professor. "With... all of them?" She blinked at the trio of equines. They blinked back, two with uncomprehending interest and one with suspicion.

The unicorn... stallion, if its male voice was any indication, muttered something in a low voice. The purple mare muttered back cynically, making the armoured pegasus turn her head to glare at them, before turning back to approach the slowly walking girl.

Inside Louise's head, pride warred with caution, and not a little fear. These creatures sounded intelligent, and the unicorn could do magic. Perhaps the bonding ritual might let them make her the familiar, not the proper way around? She didn't know; she and the pegasus came to a stop, staring at each other.

The girl took a breath, before the pegasus spoke, something that sounded very formal, and was to her totally incomprehensible. She took another breath.

"Pentagon of the five elemental powers, grant your blessing upon these creatures and bind them as my familiars!" she cried, before kneeling down and kissing the surprised pegasus on her soft, fuzzy snout.

"++++ ++s that all about?" the pegasus demanded, "and hey ow ow ow! What are you doing to me?"

"I - I can understand you now!" Louise yelped, partly from surprise and from the pain as a symbol burned into the back of her hand. The pegasus shook off her left forehoof covering to regard the angular symbols forming there in little wisps of burning hair.

"So can we," snapped purple, shaking her left forehoof wildly, "now, whatever this is, bucking stop it now!"

"Hy don't tink she can," the unicorn said thoughtfully, "Dis seemz to be zum zort of zpell." His accent was thicker, something to do with the runic brand he was waving about.

"It's..." Louise's mind raced up and grabbed her tongue before she could put her hoof - foot - in it.

"Well then," Headmaster Colbert declared firmly, "Now that we have all performed the summoning ritual, we had all best retire. I've no need to remind you that there are no classes tomorrow, so you can spend the time learning about and bonding with your familiars, but I have anyway."

A ring of sporadic giggles ran around the crowd, and three sets of equine ears twitched, even as the students dispersed. Some used wind magics to levitate away, some flew on their familiars, some teleported, and the rest, like Louise, walked.

"Should we follow her?" Louise heard purple ask warily.

"Hy tink so, perhaps we vill get some food out of dis," the unicorn said.

"Good idea," the pegasus evidently put action to words as metal-clad hooves began to clink behind her. "Wait up - incoming!"

Louise didn't notice Kirche until she found her face crammed into a pair of well aired udders.

"Gmmph!" Louise gmmphed.

"Oh Louise, I'm so happy for you!" Kirche, known as The Ardent, was a Germanian girl of high hormone levels and low emotional intelligence. Needling the Zero, so unlike her tall, curvy, magically talented self, was one of her favourite pasttimes. "After all these years of failure, you finally cast a spell!"

"Do hyu tink dose are... teats?"

"If they're teats, they're ridiculously big. Maybe she's pregnant?"

Kirche's babble stopped like magic, and Louise took the opportunity to escape the redhead's smothering embrace and stare at her familiars.

"Could be right Sparky," the purple one was stroking her chin with one unusually flexible foreleg thoughtfully. "Wonder who's the lucky colt?"

"I don't see a wedding band," the pegasus squinted, "so he's in trouble."

"They..." Louise trailed off, took a deep breath to rein in her impulse to laugh at Kirche's obvious discomfort, "they're always like that."

"Always?" Purple looked stunned, "Buck me, I remember Tea Party moaning about how painful her teats got when she was carrying Biscuit. And this one has 'em like that all the time?" She shook her head. "The poor mare."

"But why are tey up around her withers?" the unicorn wondered, "Are hyu creatures some sort of minotaur?"

"Um... no," Louise managed to say, "we are humans."

"And we are ponies," the pegasus chimed in, "and since I don't think you understood what I said before... whatever you did... in the name of the Princesses of Equestria, I offer the hoof of friendship, until such time as we are able to contact our home."

An awkward silence fell, thanks to the watching crowd, the still rather banjaxed Kirche, and Louise staring in confusion.

"In that case," she began haltingly, "we have some matters to discuss."

If you worked out what the divider was supposed to resemble, then you must've been the cool kid in class. And this is as far as I intend taking this ficworm. Now hopefully it will leave me alone so I can euthanise the reverse summon version.