Fanfic - Van and the Prankster Ponyta
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mindcrackloveA short Van thing. Since he's...vaguely mindcrack, and mindcrackers exist on the pixelmon server....it totally counts :D
Van studied the small house he had built on the beach, nodding at it enthusiastically. It had taken the good portion of the day to build, but it was finally done. He wiped the back of his hand against his forehead as he dug through his bag, looking for some lemonade Beef had dropped off when Beef had heard about the construction project. Frowning, he realized the lemonade was gone. Just was he was about to get worried someone had stolen the lemonade, he felt something cold and slightly damp nudge him the back of the neck.
Turning around, he saw his Ponyta had managed to pull the lemonade out of his pack, and was currently holding onto the bottle with his teeth, nudging him with it. He laughed, taking the bottle from him.
“Ponyta!” Ponyta said, prancing about playfully, neighing a bit. Van giggled happily, petting Ponyta's fiery mane. He thought briefly upon the idea that if his mane was made of fire, petting it might be a bad idea before pushing the thought to the back of his mind. There were giant walking pillows and pokemon that lived in fossils, horses with fiery manes did not seem that bad.
He drank half the bottle of lemonade before tipping the bottle towards Ponyta, offering him a drink. Ponyta drank it greedily, before burping, faint plumes of smoke wafting out of his nostrils. Van giggled again, petting him more. “You are such a cute pokemon, did you know that?” he said happily.
“Ponyta!” Ponyta said, nodding his head quickly, prancing about. Ponyta suddenly reached down and grabbed Van with his teeth, flipping him over his head and onto his back.
“Woaaaaah” Van said before grabbing on, confused.
Ponyta took off in a gallop, charging through the forest, snickering at Van as Van clung on for dear life. “Whe...what are you doing, Ponyta? What's happening?” Van said, but his voice was drowned out by the hoofbeats and the wind. Van closed his eyes, resting his head against Ponyta's neck, waiting for him to run out of energy.
After what seemed like several hours, Ponyta finally came to a rest, panting heavily. “Pony...ta...” he said quietly before shaking Van off. Van landed on the ground with a thump, opening his eyes.
“Ooo,” Van said appreciatively. Ponyta had brought him to what appeared to be the intersection between several large biomes. Mountainous terrain spread to the west, with the normal massive trees to the north west, a small plains biome to the east, and the rest dotted with snow and sand. “Do you think I should build a house here instead?” he asked, confused.
“Ponyta,” Ponyta said solemnly, nodding.
Van groaned. “And you couldn't have brought me here before I finished the other house? You...you lout!” he said, flailing helplessly at the snickering Ponyta. Ponyta continued to whinny and snicker at the prone Van until Van finally sat upright with a groan. “I'll start on it in the morning, you silly, adorable Ponyta,” he said, stretching out on the ground. Ponyta nodded solemnly before curling up next to Van, keeping him warm throughout the night.
Van studied the small house he had built on the beach, nodding at it enthusiastically. It had taken the good portion of the day to build, but it was finally done. He wiped the back of his hand against his forehead as he dug through his bag, looking for some lemonade Beef had dropped off when Beef had heard about the construction project. Frowning, he realized the lemonade was gone. Just was he was about to get worried someone had stolen the lemonade, he felt something cold and slightly damp nudge him the back of the neck.
Turning around, he saw his Ponyta had managed to pull the lemonade out of his pack, and was currently holding onto the bottle with his teeth, nudging him with it. He laughed, taking the bottle from him.
“Ponyta!” Ponyta said, prancing about playfully, neighing a bit. Van giggled happily, petting Ponyta's fiery mane. He thought briefly upon the idea that if his mane was made of fire, petting it might be a bad idea before pushing the thought to the back of his mind. There were giant walking pillows and pokemon that lived in fossils, horses with fiery manes did not seem that bad.
He drank half the bottle of lemonade before tipping the bottle towards Ponyta, offering him a drink. Ponyta drank it greedily, before burping, faint plumes of smoke wafting out of his nostrils. Van giggled again, petting him more. “You are such a cute pokemon, did you know that?” he said happily.
“Ponyta!” Ponyta said, nodding his head quickly, prancing about. Ponyta suddenly reached down and grabbed Van with his teeth, flipping him over his head and onto his back.
“Woaaaaah” Van said before grabbing on, confused.
Ponyta took off in a gallop, charging through the forest, snickering at Van as Van clung on for dear life. “Whe...what are you doing, Ponyta? What's happening?” Van said, but his voice was drowned out by the hoofbeats and the wind. Van closed his eyes, resting his head against Ponyta's neck, waiting for him to run out of energy.
After what seemed like several hours, Ponyta finally came to a rest, panting heavily. “Pony...ta...” he said quietly before shaking Van off. Van landed on the ground with a thump, opening his eyes.
“Ooo,” Van said appreciatively. Ponyta had brought him to what appeared to be the intersection between several large biomes. Mountainous terrain spread to the west, with the normal massive trees to the north west, a small plains biome to the east, and the rest dotted with snow and sand. “Do you think I should build a house here instead?” he asked, confused.
“Ponyta,” Ponyta said solemnly, nodding.
Van groaned. “And you couldn't have brought me here before I finished the other house? You...you lout!” he said, flailing helplessly at the snickering Ponyta. Ponyta continued to whinny and snicker at the prone Van until Van finally sat upright with a groan. “I'll start on it in the morning, you silly, adorable Ponyta,” he said, stretching out on the ground. Ponyta nodded solemnly before curling up next to Van, keeping him warm throughout the night.
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