Untitled Ranma/MLP thing

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Untitled Ranma/MLP thing

Postby LawOhki » Sun Nov 25, 2018 11:54 am

Huzzah, I feel like I've finally become a true Ranma fanfic author by recapping or redoing the Saffron fight for the first time. :lol:


Gekkaja in hand, Ranma fell for what seemed like an eternity before he hit the steep slope outside of Mount Phoenix. High above him a tornado raged with the king of the Phoenix people, Saffron inside, sending massive boulders high up into the sky as it ripped a huge hole outwards from the hollow interior. Cursing as he tumbled uncontrollably, he lashed out with the staffs crescent moon head into the closet rock and came to a bone jarring halt.

“Please stop spinning world,” he begged squeezing his eyes closed and clutching the ancient weapon for dear life. ‘I’m going to throw up.”

Hearing the very disconcerting sound of heavy rain, he opened his eyes to see all the extra debris created by his hiryu shoten ha was coming to visit him instead of joining the bulk of it pummeling Saffron inside the vortex. Finding a hand hold, he pulled the gekkaja free in time to avoid a boulder larger than him destroying his previous perch. Leaping to the next available spot, a head sized chunk of rock nearly took his own off.

Up above, the top of the tornado ballooned out around a bright orange sphere, the winds increasing in intensity, and the funnel growing further in size.

‘Another fireball? That’ll just make it worse you moron,’ He shook his head and knocked away several head sized rocks.

He could feel the heat from Saffron’s flames warming the violent winds tearing at the side of the mountain. Flames beginning to erupt in violent spurts, the funnel remaining worryingly stationary overhead. An angry scream barely rose above the roar of the wind and Saffron threw his fireball back downwards through the twister. The ball barely started its descent before it was swallowed up by a dramatically widening funnel but above it the air grew still enough for Saffron to escape.

“Is that going to stop?” he gulped as his own ultimate technique fed off Saffron’s fireball and began to shake the entire mountainside. He didn’t know what might happen to the tornado if fed directly by a ball of pure fire and no longer just the hot air of a fighters ki.

Saffron buzzed like an angry hornet away from the destruction and down searching for him with a bright orange aura igniting around his body. Ranma caught sight of another piece of mountain in time to move again before he was crushed. He had barely landed when he heard the high pitched screech of the circular Kinjakan blade screaming towards him. Turning to face away from the mountain and release his hold, sliding out of the way of the magical blade that cut a deep furrow horizontally across the cliff face.

Screaming in pain he hit a piece of rock with his tailbone that refused to budge and went sprawling forward to land face first on a flat outcropping from a painfully far distance. “That hurt,” he reached back to rub at his sore backside without getting up.

A heavy weight crashed into his left leg followed instantaneously by the feeling of sharp blades burying themselves deep into the flesh of his thigh. Mouth open in a silent scream of agony, he was pulled up and carried out up into the sky. Barely able to keep hold of the Gekkaja, he dangled helplessly, every moment a new feeling of misery.

“You came because of Jusenkyo, isn’t that right landling peasant?” Saffron laughed cruelly, violently jerking with each flap of his golden wings in the direction of the cursed training ground. “Allow me to assist you to your destination.”

Crying out, Ranma rolled up and grabbed one of Saffron’s ankles with his free hand. Head dropping back limply, beginning to feel dizzy from blood loss and unrelenting pain. Saffron bounced upwards suddenly and released his talons, only to drive them in again. Ranma didn’t even try to scream, his body going limp to dangle underneath the phoenix, the Gekkaja dangling by a finger tip.

“Look at what you did, landling scum. I wonder what you’ll turn into when I drop you?” Saffron taunted but he could only dimly hear him.

His eyes struggled open to see the lake beneath him where the pools of Jusenkyo should have been. Bamboo poles sticking up alongside taller spouts of water, backfeeding uncontrollably from phoenix mountain with the water taps destroyed. But there were still a couple spots of land in the middle that hadn’t been overwhelmed yet.

‘Better than nothing,’ he gathered the last of his strength and gripped the Gekkaja with both hands and swung it up to drive the crescent moon blade deep into Saffron’s back, the pointed ends exiting out the front of Saffron’s chest. The phoenix released his leg and they both dropped like a stone to land on the last dwindling strip of land in the middle of Jusenkyo.

The next thing he knew, she was waking up from the curse activating and ripping her leg open in a different symphony of agony. Rolling over and away from the water spout that was now hitting her landing zone, she crawled towards Saffron as he struggled to reach his arms back to dig the Gekkaja out.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” she collapsed breathing heavily with her face in the dirt. Reaching down to tear off her pant leg, feeling sharp new spikes of misery as she jostled the limb about. Gathering enough material, she quickly used it to poorly tourniquet her shredded leg around her upper thigh. She didn’t want to consider how torn up her flesh was or the amount of blood that stained the muddy ground.

“I’ll-- kill-- you--,” he choked out, giving up reaching for the weapon to slash at her with his taloned hand. Ice starting to spread further and further over his body from where he was impaled, his regeneration and heat unable to stop it.

‘Well you may have,’ she conceded, no longer able to feel her legs, and with no way to get out of the pools in sight she’d probably pass out and drown before anyone else got here. Rolling onto her back she looked back at Phoenix mountain where the tornado had finally burnt itself out, and took half the peak with it. “Please be safe everyone,” she breathed out, patting her chest to verify that Akane’s dried up form was still with her. “We’re not.”

Turning away from the destruction of the phoenix’s home, she saw Saffron’s clawed hand locked in place reaching out to her, his body frozen completely solid by the Gekkaja.

Tenderly taking out the doll sized body of her fiance from her shirt, she took a haggard breath. “I’m sorry Akane, I couldn’t get you to the water in time.” The dolls eyes were still partially open but there was no time for her to get back to the mountain even if she still had two good legs.

As was her luck, one of the spouts of water spraying water uncontrollably straight from the source decided to change it’s angle enough to cover her with water. Akane, still in her hands, was suddenly her real size again and crushing her. “Chunky tomboy,” she wheezed and started to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Here she was going to die of blood loss and Akane was going to live but become some monstrosity worse than Pantyhose Taro.

Gasping with sudden realization, she slid out from underneath Akane. ‘The Gekkaja! I can freeze it all!’ Dragging herself past Saffron’s claw, she broke the staff free causing a spiderweb if cracks to spread over his body. “Let me help you cool off, your highness,” she pushed his rock solid body into the water, immediately feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as a warm red glow pulsed then spread over the water. Too tired to care, she tossed in the staff and dropping lifelessly onto her back.


“Ranma-- please wake up.”

She dimly heard Akane plead with her, drawing her back from blissful unconsciousness. Ranma had expected to be surrounded by a lake of ice by this point not a mix of colorful pudding, hardwood, snow, chocolate milk, and asphalt. All the bamboo poles had been replaced with candy canes, palm trees, or light poles.

“You’re alive,” Akane sobbed and crushed her in a hug.

“Am I?” she asked in a tiny whisper, having trouble believing that what she was seeing was real. The spouts of water that had been everywhere were now doing things like spitting up feathers, bubbles, or turning into twisty straw like shapes that stayed in place.

Her eyes tracked upward feeling that she was being watched. Hovering in the air was what looked like a small dragon, it’s long serpent body with limbs that were all from different creatures, twisted and coiling as it observed her. It made a pleased sounding name like a car horn before vanishing with a confusingly loud twig snapping noise and then reappear with a burst of popcorn popping near her leg.

“Akane, what is that?” She struggled against Akane who was still crying over her.

The little dragon creature was difficult to look at, like her eyes refused to focus or even accept it was there. Details about its form kept shifting like she was seeing multiple random creatures all overlapping each other. It did a quick little somersault with the sound of snapping fingers and all feeling suddenly returned to her leg and her weakness from blood loss vanished.

“What the hell happened to my leg?!” Ranma screamed, pushing the distracted Akane away so she would finally snap out of it. Her mangled leg was still covered in blood but had been replaced by one covered in red fur and ending in a hoof of similar color.

“I fix!” It cheered repeatedly in a high pitched voice and zoomed around them in a circle in excitement.

“This is not fixing!” She screeched at the small creature, reaching down to confirm that she wasn’t actually going crazy from blood loss.

“I’ll get it!” Akane reached out to grab the creature as it made its next pass around them. Her hand passed through its body as though it was made of smoke, its tiny legs, arms, and wings lagged behind the body before it snapped back together like a toy being reassembled. “I won’t get it.”

“I play too!” It exclaimed and a small platform popped up with a giant spring to fling a screaming Akane out into the chaotic mess of the pools.

“Akane!” She called out in alarm, her fiancé coming down to land in one of the few sections still water. Except there was no great splash but her bouncing back upwards like she had landed on a trampoline. Akane gave her a similarly confused look that the water was now no longer acting like a liquid.

“Fun!” It happily cheered and started laughing.

The entire world started to spin around her while she remained fixed. The creatures laughter causing random splashes of color splatter against the world that now reacted like a flat painting. It finally seemed to pay attention to what was happening to the surrounding area which made it laugh like piano keys being randomly struck by a toddler.

Ranma snapped her hands up to cover her ears and squeezed her eyes shut tight as the world around her became an impossible to understand cacophony of chaos. She felt like she was weightless, tumbling through a cold empty void one moment and the next she was crushed by the force of gravity in a sweltering sauna. Opening her eyes only briefly time slowed to an immeasurable crawl as she struggled to close them once again to shut out the impossible structures that danced around her. The creatures laughter solidified like it was concrete yet it poured into her ears like liquid.

And then it stopped, depositing her unceremoniously face first into a field of soft grass.

Groaning she pushed herself up to her hands and knee, her horse leg not allowing the movement, she threw up a flock of butterflies out of her mouth. Whimpering at the assault on her senses and mind, she rolled over into a sitting position. The nice open field or the pleasant sunshine and temperature barely registered after being put through whatever blender she had just experienced.

“OOOOOoooooh!” The dragon creatures voice sounded like it had found something it really liked. “I fix?” It asked, jumping in front of her face.

“Fix whatever, just please leave me alone,” she cried, falling over onto her side as another wave of chaos washed over her like electricity dancing over her skin, making various portions of her body feel light and others heavy, finishing with a burp that let the last butterfly escape her.

“Fixed!” It exclaimed happily doing a little dance that made it look like it had twenty legs and arms. “Bye bye Wild Horsey!” It waved it’s whole body like a hand and then folded in on itself like a piece of paper being crumpled up before vanishing into a small dot.

“Today can’t get any worse” She whimpered and tried to bury her head further into the grass.


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Postby Ellen Kuhfeld » Sun Nov 25, 2018 4:16 pm

I wouldn't touch that fight with a ten-foot Gekkaja. Far too Dragonball Z for my taste, in the original as well as the rework.
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Postby LawOhki » Sun Nov 25, 2018 5:42 pm

Ellen Kuhfeld wrote:I wouldn't touch that fight with a ten-foot Gekkaja. Far too Dragonball Z for my taste, in the original as well as the rework.

Original wasn't even dragonball z. Herb fight fits that description better. Saffron fight has always just been far too repetitive in canon and way overblown to be a battle with a god in fanon.

But I needed to gut Jusenkyo of magic for plot so it was the easiest jumping in point.
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Postby LawOhki » Tue Nov 27, 2018 7:23 pm

And now for the obvious reveal.


A gentle nudge tried to drag Ranma back from the brief comforting embrace of unconsciousness. “Go way Pop-- tired,” she tried to dismissively wave her hand but the movement didn’t feel right.

Not that she cared, she had saved Akane and defeated Saffron, then survived a trip through what she honestly thought might have been hell. There would be a lot of work to fix wherever she had ended up. But for now, she was relaxing on a perfect patch of the most wonderful sweet smelling grass and enjoying a beautiful day. ‘Do your worst panda, I’ve already won.’

She did begin paying slightly more attention when two feminine voices began animatedly discussing something with each other. Flicking an ear in annoyance that she may have ended up in someone’s yard, her eyes snapped open in alarm because she did not have ears capable of flicking.

Ranma’s evaluation of her ears stalled out at the sight of two colorful equines of some sort watching her with great interest. Both were quite large with the white coated one standing taller than the dark blue one. The white one had a colorful striped mane and tail of blue, green, purple, and pink that drifted ethearely while the other had a brighter shade of blue than her fur that twinkled in the sunlight like stars. Both wore some sort of armor wrapping around their chests keeping to their respective colors schemes with matching crowns peaked up behind their horns.

“So who was talking?” she pushed herself up into a sitting position, finding that there was nobody else but here in sight. Both of the horses responded with the same series of sounds as if they were trying to greet her.

‘They were?’ She felt her ears move again and quickly reached up to try and feel what was going on causing her to lose her balance and fall forward until she planted her hooves back down. Ranma’s eyes grew big, staring down at her transformed body covered in deep reddish brown fur with a lighter underside.

“How is this fixing it?!” she screamed and stomped her front legs down, completely forgetting about the two odd horses. “Get back here you little-- whatever you are and fix me back into a human!” she shouted, shakily attempted to get up before stumbling to one side then the other. Quickly finding her balance even if her legs refused to stop wobbling. “You hear me?!” she turned and felt new limbs respond, wings spreading with an audible clap of feathers against the air throwing her off balance to trip sideways into a soft cushion.

Gently lifted back to her feet, the cushion was revealed to be a cloud of yellow magic that matched the color glowing around the white horses horn. Opening majestically from the white horses back were large wings. Ranma spared a glance at her back where new wings were spread in a much less grand display.

“Oh great I’m a talking horse with wings,” she snorted and unconsciously stamped her hooves in frustration.

Her actions only seemed to amuse the two equines, the dark one snickering like a human before the white one said something in a tone that sounded like an admonishment.

“So who are you two supposed to be? The welcoming committee?” she asked rhetorically, not recognizing a word the two had spoken or expecting them to understand her in the slightest.


“Sorry sister, we shouldn’t laugh at this poor creatures misfortune, but she is simply too cute. Look at her stamping her little hooves and pouting,” Luna apologized with little sincerity.

They had witnessed the young creature arrive in an explosion of wood chips that evaporated upwards into smoke. She had been in the form of a furless biped wearing clothing but a small magical being of incredible power had changed her into an alicorn before their very eyes and then it had left, leaving a wake of powerful chaotic magic that they would have felt clear across the Everfree forest.

“Adorable visual aside, she is obviously confused and scared,” Celestia took a long breath, deep in thought.

“What should we do if we cannot communicate?” she had never heard the girl’s language before in all her travels. “We can’t abandon her here, she is no foal but she is clearly helpless.”

“I think I may know of a way-- at least to break the ice. Would you keep an eye on her while I return to the castle and prepare the spell?” Celestia asked, the former biped growing tired of them speaking over her and had started wandering off on shaky legs that were very quickly growing steady.

“We can handle one little pony,” she flippantly responded. They both stood much taller than most of their kind, and the transformed creature was close to the size of a normal adult mare. What could she possibly have to worry about?

“I’ll return as quickly as I can,” Celestia flapped her wings and took over into the air in the direction of their castle, leaving her alone with the false alicorn.

Well somewhat close, her quarry had put quite a distance between them and was now doing some weird thing where she was making big circles with each limb. In no hurry, she leisurely closed the distance, noticing how intently two blue eyes watched her. ‘Is there something behind me?’ she looked behind but saw nothing that would inspire such focus.

Sitting down a reasonable distance away, whatever interesting thing the transformed biped had saw in her was gone. Which was just as well, she didn’t know how to really respond. Celestia and her were the only alicorns, that was something she had accepted as a given for almost a hundred years. So seeing two become three, even if the creature was just visually the same due to magic, was still a little off putting.

Unused to being up at this time of day, she yawned before pulling an apple from her saddlebag to eat with her magic. ‘Sister’s daytime walks through the forest are a welcome distractions but I wish she would want to do them later.’ Yawning again, she jumped upon finding the false alicorn sitting directly in front of her staring at her treat. ‘When did she move?’

“You have apples from your place of origin?” she asked, lightly teasing the creature by waving the apple side to side. “Here, we have more,” she extended it towards the filly who reached out with her front legs to take it from her magic. The apple popped out and was caught in her mouth before it could start to fall.

‘Quick little thing,’ she raised an eyebrow, having barely been able to track the movement.

The false alicorn brute forced her jaw to close enclosing the entire apple in her mouth making her cheeks bulge humorously before chewing rapidly and swallowing.

“That was gross to watch,” she summoned up another apple from her pack after watching the mannerless creature swallow the entire thing. Once again the filly’s blue eyes were fixed firmly on her apple. “You’re quite food oriented, aren’t you?” she asked without expecting a response.

“Let’s see how smart you are,” she put a hoof to her chest and spoke her name. The false alicorn cocked her head to the side without response so Luna repeated her name.

“Ru-- na,” the filly answered chewing over the world.

“Luna,” she again repeated, stressing the pronunciation.


‘Progress, huzzah!’ she nodded her head and handed over her apple as a reward that was greedily gobbled up.

“Ranma,” the transformed creature copied Luna’s attempt at communication.

She responded with her own attempt, believing that she had done a perfectly acceptable job using the first word in an unknown language. But judging by the facial expression of the filly, she may have not done as good a job as she had expected.

“Sister will not have expected such progress!” she announced to herself and received a very confused look from the creature. Gathering the last of her apples, she held one up. “Let us see if we can communicate further.”


Celestia returned to the clearing where she had left her sister with the mysterious creature. Circling once overhead, she saw that the two were appearing to converse, sitting now in the shade of a tall tree. ‘This is quite an unexpected sight,’ she smiled at her usually standoffish sister actually getting along with the poor transformed creature. Landing gracefully, her saddlebags bounced heavily with the items she had brought.

“So do we share a common language after all?” she asked assuming that something had finally made sense between the two in the hour it had taken to return, noticing the reddish alicorn staring at her with wide eyes, especially her wings as they settled back into place along her back.

“Unfortunately we do not. However, Ranma is quite intelligent and we have been amusing ourselves by exchanging words,” Luna answered. “In her tongue, apple is ringo, how bizarre! Though I do not believe I pronounced that correctly, some of the sounds are difficult to emulate.”

“Fascinating,” she removed her saddlebag from her back, and started to unload her cargo. All the various items flew out and gathered on a small blanket in an orderly fashion. “I brought lunch along with these,” she held up three simple necklaces ending in a small stone she had prepared to be enchanted.

“And these will let us converse freely?” Luna asked.

“Not yet, I’ll need to finish the enchantment. There is no one size fits all for the spoken word. The spell must be crafted and developed with two ponies who know each language,” she explained, purposely not giving too much attention to the new pony that she now knew was named Ranma, who had come to her side and inspecting her wings with a worrying amount of attention. “Did she do this with you as well?” she asked.

“I think she is studying us. Her real body must function far different than our own,” Luna answered.

“I see,” she watched Ranma out of the corner of her eye as she opened up a spellbook to the page with the incantation she would need. Celestia stopped to pay more attention when the filly began bouncing around and flapping her wings attempting to fly. “Energetic little thing.”

“She should be, she ate all the apples I brought,” Luna grumbled.

“Do you think you can get her back here so I can finish the spell?”

“Easily,” Luna used her magic to lift up some of the food she had brought. “Ranma!” the pony of the night called out, catching the filly’s attention who upon landing from her latest jump moved with a shocking burst of speed back over to them. That speed didn’t translate into stopping power, the transformed creature slipping and tumbling into a large tree. Celestia would have went to help the poor child but she was back up to her hooves and over to them as if nothing had happened.

“She’s very food oriented,” Luna explained, clearly taking an extreme amount of joy in her reaction, while Ranma quickly gobbled down the cake her sister had offered.

“Yes-- right,” she lifted one of the necklaces to let it fall over her head to rest against her chest. Without thinking she quickly tried to place another over her sister’s head and Ranma’s. The reddish alicorn took exception to this and dodged out of the way to regard her cooly. “That was rude of me, you wouldn’t have happened to get to exchanging apologies?”

“Allow me to try and smooth over your diplomatic faux pas, big sister” Luna answered, waving a hoof to get Ranma’s attention. Gesturing towards the gem, then to her, then to Ranma, then made a show of talking to both of them. Ranma seemed to grasp that at least that she was not intending harm, and she attempted to reach for the stone with her front hooves, struggling to grip the small object between them.

Taking pity on the poor non-pony, she used her magic to lift it up so Ranma could stick her head through. Linking the three stones with her aura forming a thin line between each, she began to recite the incantation. “A connection we seek, of the languages we speak. So that we may talk and listen, to share together our wisdom.”

Celestia’s stone pulsed yellow, Luna’s a blue, and Ranma’s a red before they traveled out to bounce between each point and returning to their starting stone. “I believe it was successful,” she announced.

“I understood that!” Ranma exclaimed happily and pointed at her. “This solves so many problems, you talking horses are cool.”

“We are ponies, not horses,” Luna corrected.

“I’m sorry for not introducing myself sooner, I am Celestia, and you have already met my younger sister, Luna,” she greeted finally able to communicate freely with the transformed creature. “And your name is Ranma?”

“Saotome Ranma,” she answered with a small bow of her head towards the two of them. “I’m not supposed to be-- this,” she gestured down at her body. “I’m also a little-- okay really badly lost.”

“Do you know how you got here? There was something with you, but we were close enough to see what it was,” She asked, more or less already knowing what the reddish alicorn had said.

Ranma sighed and her shoulders slumped. “I’m here cause a bratty little kid turned out to be a completely pompous ass adult who tried to kill me and my friends, freeze dried my fiance, sort of chopped off my leg. But I beat him finally and then this weird-- thing shows up and it’s all I fix, and it I guess made my leg like this,” she stuck out a back leg and wiggled it. “Then it gets all giggly so the world goes all crazy which I’d really rather not talk about cause it still hurts thinking about it. Next thing I know I’m here, my brain feels like scrambled eggs, and you’re waking me up.”

“Sister, are you sure the spell worked as intended?” Luna asked.

Celestia tried to digest the rambling and semi-incoherent answer to her question. “So you defeated an evil villain to save your betrothed. But suffered a serious injury and it was the same creature who brought you here had saved you.”

“More or less. So have you ever heard of a human? We walk on two legs, have hands, and none of this body hair.”

“There are no such thing as humans in Equestria, and no creatures that look like you did,” she answered without hesitation.

“Oh,” Ranma’s entire body seemed to deflate and her ears drooped to the side.

“Mayhaps we have something in the library that Star Swirl had developed? At least to find this creature and to get it to return her to where she belongs?” Luna asked without confidence.

“Checking the archive is the least we can do,” Celestia offered.

“So what do you want for helping? Do you use money? Not that I have money or even money you might use,” the reddish alicorn began to mumble to herself.

“Relax, we don’t need or expect payment. We’re going to help you because it’s the right thing to do,” Celestia quickly cut Ranma off. ‘That this may bring us into contact with that dangerous magical creature who can transform others at will for further study is purely a bonus.’

“Really?” Ranma sniffled and her eyes started to tear up. “Just like that you’re going to help me?”

“If we turned away somepony in distress, what kind of ponies would we be?” Luna gently patted the filly on the back. “Is it not the same with your kind?”

“Some are, not usually the ones I meet,” Ranma awkwardly wiped at her eyes. “Sorry-- it’s just been a really long day.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Our castle is not far from here, and as beautiful of a day as this is, I believe a tour would be better handled while we can still understand one another.”

“Huh? But this thing?” Ranma gestured to the stone.

She shook her head before answering. “Will only last a few hours at most before it must be cast again.” The spell was a tool; for diplomacy when no interpreter could be found, nothing more. ‘Something less-- temporary will need to be found if this is not a short term arrangement.’


Ranma blinked in astonishment, first at the heavy duty rope stone bridge crossing a ravine, and then at the massive castle that the road ran up to beyond. “You-- you made this?” she blurted out in confusion. Smart magical ponies were one thing but she hadn’t believed that they had an actual european style castle with a tall pitched roof keep surrounded by multiple towers. (mentions the observatory off to the right up on a hill)

“Do you not have castles on your world?” Celestia asked easily without seeming to take offense to her rude question disparaging their capabilities.

“They kind of stopped being made when we found ways to blow them up and I just wasn’t expecting anything as-- impressive as this,” she nervously laughed, hoping she hadn’t offended the nice talking ponies who were helping her out and only gateway for her to even communicate. “I mean, you look like the horses or ponies where I’m from, and they are not very smart. No wings, no magic. Not like you two at all. I don’t even know why I brought it up, you’re nothing alike.”

“Keep up thy apologizing and we may find a way to take offense at your ignorance,” Luna responded with grave seriousness.

“Right,” Ranma nodded, willing to give a fair amount of deference considering the situation.

“My sister is teasing you,” Celestia whispered in her ear. “She is not well practiced with banter.”

“My banter is known throughout all of Equestria,” Luna declared haughtily.

“Yes, it is-- well known,” Celestia rolled her eyes skyward.

“Well received too! I know your game to besmirch my reputation with vagueness and implication,” Luna quickly added.

Ranma glanced to the side and discretely giggled to herself.

“Fine, let us ask Captain Lockheed if it’s true or not. He’s a reliable sort who wouldn’t lie,” Celestia challenged while a sea green pony with wings flew towards them from a small wall surrounding the castle.

“Let us not waste his time, sister,” Luna’s bluster sputtered out and she stepped back to let Celestia be the closest to the incoming pony.

Landing with the clank of metal and several hops to slow his speed, Lockheed quickly bowed deeply to the two sisters. Taller than she was by a head and thickly built, he was clad in gleaming silver armor, a heavier chest piece than what the two sisters wore, an ornate helmet with red plume of hair, and layered flank pieces that looked like feathers. Rising from his bow, he began speaking in the language Ranma couldn’t understand to Celestia.

‘So this spell really doesn’t help much, does it?’ she glowered at the limitation of it but curious how the sea green pony could fly when he should be far too heavy to get off the ground. He grabbed her attention as he suddenly turned in her direction and gave a deep bow to nearly touch his nose to the ground and greeting of some sort. “Um, what did he say and why is he bowing to me?” she quickly returned the gesture as best she could. “We do that too but this seems way more respectful than it needs to be.”

“He said that he is blessed to meet you. Thank you Captain, she is still in shock so please try to keep things contained with the rest of the staff,” Celestia answered and Lockheed nodded before taking to the sky once again back towards the castle.

Ranma looked dubiously at the white pony, not really disagreeing that she was still in shock over the swerve the day has thrown at her. “That gives me more questions.”

“Allow me sister,” Luna started. “Before your arrival today, in all of Equestria, we were the only two alicorns. Ponies gifted with power and responsibility above all others. By coincidence or destiny now there are three.”

“Um-- so what does that have to do with me?” she asked, sitting back on her haunches.

“Pegasi have wings, unicorns have horns, and earth ponies have neither. Only alicorns have both and possess the magical qualities of all three,” Celestia answered.

‘Do I have a horn?’ Ranma went cross eyed but could only see her bangs, so she reached up with one leg and found that she did in fact have a short red horn jutting out from her forehead. “Guess I missed that.”

“An understandable oversight. We should get your leg cleaned of blood, and then you can take as much time as you wish to appraise your form.”

She glanced down at her leg that was matted with dried blood and got an idea. “Do you happen to have really hot water?”


Dunno just really wanting to write stuff with ponies lately.

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Postby Spica75 » Wed Nov 28, 2018 3:41 am

I don't really have any interest in MLP, but now you got me interested anyway. :P

1st chapter i just skimmed through, but 2nd chapter got me reading.
And you even stopped with a cliffhanger...
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Re: Untitled thing

Postby LawOhki » Wed Nov 28, 2018 12:39 pm

Spica75 wrote:I don't really have any interest in MLP, but now you got me interested anyway. :P

1st chapter i just skimmed through, but 2nd chapter got me reading.
And you even stopped with a cliffhanger...

Your interest is appreciated, though I should say that you can temper your expectation about a cliffhanger being anything of importance. I have such a bad habit of making those just a giant tease that goes nowhere. Not like I'd really allow Ranma to be stuck as anything other than a little pony for this. :twisted:
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Postby LawOhki » Sat Dec 01, 2018 11:37 am



Two Weeks Later

Ranma rolled away from a sunbeam hitting her face and ducked her head underneath the covers to hopefully get a few more minutes of sleep before her alarm clock went off. ‘It’s like the sun itself rises just so it can blind me.’

Her room was in one of the tall towers rising up around the center keep, and had a single large window facing East. She had been shocked by the scale and level of construction the ponies were able to achieve in order to make such a castle. But after two weeks of seeing their use of magic or ingenuity with raw brute strength, it no longer seemed so ridiculous.

“Good morning!” Pine Berry’s cheery voice announced as the baby blue coated unicorn trotted into the room before she started to say more that Ranma didn’t understand. The unicorn was almost thirty years old but like most female ponies stood shorter than her by a small amount.

‘And there’s my alarm,’ she quickly rose up into a sitting position to respond, trying to tuck her tail away so she wasn’t painfully hauled out of bed by it once again by the unicorns magic. “Good morning.”

Berry seemed to take no issue with how she had pronounced the words, and used her magic to pull the blanket off of her, and fold it carefully off to the side in one complicated movement. The unicorn then spared her with an expectant look. Ranma rolled out of the bed barely big enough for her to land on the floor, standing easily on hooves now that she had much more practice. Berry’s lavender eyes traced around her face before summoning up a comb that she held before her and said some words that Ranma had learned were encouragement but she couldn’t remember exactly how it went.

Focusing on forming an aura around the brush, a faint red glow appeared above and between her eyes where her horn was. The light blue aura currently around it turned more purple as her magic joined in holding it. Pine Berry released her hold leaving Ranma to hold it alone. Suddenly it felt like she was holding a several hundred kilogram weight from her neck. Struggling just to hold it in place, the unicorn finally took pity on her and ended the test by taking it from her.

Ranma angrily glared at the lightweight object that vexxed her so much and sat down in a huff. Every morning she failed this test even if she was slowly making progress. The first week of attempts, she had barely been able to manifest any visible sign of the magic she now possessed. Up until two days ago all she had done was make a red aura, and now she had at least been able to hold it briefly.

“Good,” Pine Berry congratulated her, casually using it to brush through her mane and tail to help her be presentable.

An annoying thing that she had learned was that she was not allowed to show up in public with a bedhead. She was well and truly stuck for the time being with this body. Hot water no longer held any sway on her form and the little monster that had brought her here had not yet reappeared. It actually annoyed her less to be denied her real gender, since it made little physical difference in this body, than it was how she was expected to be held to such a high standard of appearance simply because she was now an alicorn. All the cheerful colorfully colored magical barnyard animals she was surrounded by were very helpful in reminding her of this, even if she couldn’t understand them most of the time.

Her attempts to figure out how to use the magic she was slowly gaining began with Celestia overloading her with the supposed basics. Illustrating why moving objects was so hard for a novice by showing off a surprisingly complex looking graph in one of her books. She failed to grasp most of it past that it was like a new muscle she had to build up.

Berry finished up smoothing out her mane quickly and gestured for her to go. “Breakfast,” she indicated.

“Yes, breakfast,” she answered and happily headed out to go visit the dining hall for the best part of her morning.

To get to the dining hall required that she go down a long spiral staircase that still set her on edge to travel face first. Even if the entire thing was designed to accommodate a species of quadruped she currently could be counted amongst. Getting to the right level, two earth ponies going the same direction hastily stepped out of the way and performed small bows to her waiting for her to pass.

“Good morning,” she greeted and quickly went past so they would stop. Both immediately returned the greeting before going about their business. Pine Berry left her to go return to her other duties around the castle.

Inside the dining hall, she easily found Celestia waiting along with Luna sitting to her side along a rectangular table only used by the two sisters. Well except for her now. Ranma took a seat across from Luna where a plate was already waiting for her piled reasonably high with human looking pancakes and various fruits.

Luna looked like she hadn’t slept at all last night, a perfectly normal occurrence Ranma had found out. The dark blue pony seemed to take that moon mark on her flank seriously as she was the only nocturnal one save a handful of castle guards. Unlike her tired younger sister, Celestia looked as perfectly immaculate as she always did, the very image of refined royalty.

“Good morning,” she greeted the two with one of the few phrases she could pull off.

“Good morning,” Celestia responded like the cheerful morning pony that she was.

“Morning,” Luna mumbled tiredly, barely keeping her head up as she used her magic to fork more food into her mouth.

Not wanting to embarrass herself publicly trying to use magic to manipulate a fork or wanting to fumble with a much larger one some ponies used with their front legs, she leaned forward and just used her mouth to dig into her stack of pancakes. “These are so good,” she commented between mouthfuls, curious if they would have tasted as good if she was human. Neither sister responded, both having tuned out her use of Japanese unless they were addressed directly.

‘I wonder if I should try to get them to learn japanese?’ she paused long enough to lick at some syrup that was stubbornly sticking to her muzzle. ‘But why would they want to learn a language only I know? I’m not the best teacher and I don’t really got the time to learn how to. Suppose I could ask if they’re interested.’

Hearing Celestia cast the translation spell for the first time in four days, her ears perked up, and she forgot about asking if they wanted to learn her language. “Did you find something in your library about getting me home?” Ranma asked hopefully. “How ‘bout just back to my real body?” Though food might become an issue if she did get to be human again. Pony food was not exactly made of the same stuff as human even if it often looked similar.

“Sorry, we haven’t been able to find anything else we can try. You’ll need to have patience for the one that may solve both problems simultaneously. The next time it’s available is in three weeks, so we’ll need to try then.”

“Oh-- alright,” she sighed and no longer felt like finishing her breakfast. But she would soldier on so that none of it would go to waste, no reason to be rude.

“As for the reason why I activated the spell, your aerial escapades while learning to fly by yourself have attracted some interest. Captain Lockheed has been kind enough to volunteer himself to give you a lesson in proper flight,” Celestia explained.

“What? I’m getting the hang of it,” she half heartedly protested, ears laying back and looking away evasively. Ranma had no clue when she would be human again, getting to do cool stuff like fly or learn magic were the best ways most enjoyable ways to keep herself busy. Even if she was less graceful than even Pantyhose Taro in the air.

Lockheed’s deep authority filled voice responded, “And I’m sure with a little help you WILL have the hang of it.”

Luna was awoken from where she had fallen asleep with a start and Ranma nearly jumped herself surprise, not having noticed the sea green pegasus standing stoically off to the side, most of his armor removed except for a decorative red sash wrapped around his neck and tied to his front right leg, a familiar stone that Luna usually wore resting where his neck and body met. ‘When did he get there?’

“I’m honored to be given the responsibility,” the pegasus stallion politely inclined his head to her and Celestia.

“Thank you, Captain. I’ll send Ranma along to meet you in the private courtyard momentarily,” Celestia instructed and he briskly saluted before trotting off at a measured pace.

“Thank you,” she whispered to Celestia, once she was sure the only other pony who could understand her wouldn’t over hear.

“Nonsense, you’ve been hiding in the castle so much I’m worried you’ll turn into a batpony,” Celestia laughed lightly to herself.

“I won’t keep him waiting then,” she said eagerly on her way out the door before she remembered she had to return her plate to the kitchen.


Ranma maneuvered quickly through the castle on her way to the back courtyard, nearly running into many of the ponies who worked in it on the way, eager to find out how to take to the skies properly. Passing by a window with a view out at the main courtyard, she was impressed by the number of ponies that had come today to do business at the castle of the two sisters. Not as much as when Celestia had some big wig over a few days ago but there were still a lot of colorful bodies on the grounds.

Finding a window facing the right direction and locating Lockheed who must have flown out a higher window, she leapt out and used her wings to glide semi-gracefully down to the dirt below. Her landing was a lot less jarring than if she had been human, and she bounced a couple times from the momentum before continuing with a spring in her step.

“A solid beginners glide,” Lockheed announced, having watched her leap. “But you relied too much on your wings to keep you aloft, ignoring maintaining posture to let your body dangle like a useless piece of meat.”

Ranma was taken aback by the blunt description of what she had thought was a reasonably successful use of wings. But at the same time it made her even more eager, actual direct instruction of how to do something felt so refreshing after being surrounded by so much politeness. “How should I have done it?”

“We’ll get to that, first things first, wings up and hold em,” he stood up straighter and stretched his own wings out.

She copied his movement and held her wings out to the side. He relaxed his stance and approached, stretching out his right wing to try and push hers around. Lockheed gave a satisfied noise after finishing pushing each one forward and back then up and down.

“Solid muscle tone, feather condition is acceptable but could use more regular preening, and you have enough confidence to leap from three stories up so we can get started with the basics. And then we’ll start on the obstacle course,” he said after finishing his brief inspection.

‘Wonder what he would think if I told him I could have done that jump without wings?’ she mused briefly before paying close attention when he began to lecture and demonstrate proper wing positions.


Ranma hovered several meters off the ground, feeling a small amount of strain from using new muscles so much but she was gaining a lot of confidence from the different drills Lockheed had come up with along with a complex obstacle course created in the field just outside the castle walls. She hadn’t expected him to do that by forming them out of white puffy clouds though. Pegasi actually controlled the weather on this world and it always slipped her mind that they could physically interact with clouds in this way.

In terms of teacher, Lockheed was a wonderful change of pace compared to the wise old human masters she had learned under. He gave clear instructions, didn’t patronize her with empty praise, and corrected her when she wasn't doing something right instead of repeatedly making her fail until she deciphered whatever vague lesson he had intended.

“You’ve done really well with what my kids did when they were five for fun.” Lockheed swooped past her at a leisurely speed. “Now I want you to try to get through all the hoops as fast as you can, then if you’re up to it, a barrel roll over that cloud at the end,” he explained and flew over to land on a small cloud he had placed halfway down the course off to the side. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Eager to show off, Ranma shot forward like a furry missile through the first two large rings, weaving around small cloud obstacles between them without slowing. The next required her to tuck her limbs in order to fit through. Immediately past was a cloud she had to suddenly throw out her wings and swerve to avoid, almost losing control. Flapping hard, she rounded a corner through the next ring. Climbing, she had to tuck her body in again to fit through a ring placed high above the rest before initiating a sharp dive to reach the next.

Coming up towards the large cloud blocking the last ring, she glided briefly before with one final flap shot upwards with enough speed to carry her over. Adjusting her wings to create more lift on her right side, she jerked suddenly and nose dived directly into the cloud to get stuck in the cotton candy like substance facing straight down.

“I’ve been stuck in a lot of stupid embarrassing positions before,” she grumbled, feebly kicking her still exposed hind legs in the open air as she struggled to escape her precipitation based prison. “But I think this is one of the worst.”
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Postby LawOhki » Thu Dec 06, 2018 9:42 am

‘This place is kind of creepy at night,’ Ranma stopped and sat down to look upwards at one of the beautiful tapestries that hung from the high ceilings in the main hall. A stylized version of Luna posed at the bottom with a night sky stretching up above her to reach the actual sky through the glass ceiling. ‘Pretty though,’ she had never seen the stars look so big and bright in the sky as they did on this world.

Luna’s voice saying something she didn’t understand in her ear made Ranma jump up halfway to the ceiling. Hovering there, she glared down at the smirking dark pony who had somehow snuck up on her and was now giggling at her.

‘How did she sneak up on me?’ Ranma seethed, unable to walk around in this hall without producing loud sounds due to the acoustics of the room. ‘Even as a human without these damn hooves, I couldn’t get across this place without making a noise.’ She snorted and dropped back to the floor with a loud clatter, trying to act like nothing had happened.

“Ha ha, sneak up on me, fun times. I’d get you back but I don’t own a castle,” she told the bigger alicorn who had no clue what she was saying and looked away with a huff.

“Correct, you don’t,” Luna answered, her green eyes twinkling with amusement.

“But you didn’t-- say the spell,” Ranma nervously pointed a hoof at Luna.

“Sister loves her pomp and circumstance,” Luna answered with a roll of her eyes. “You’re up quite late, should you not be asleep like the others?” she asked a bitter edge to her voice.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she answered somewhat evasively and Luna nodded knowingly like she knew that Ranma had had a nightmare. “It’s too peaceful here, I need more crazed idiots screaming for my head to get a good night's sleep,” she quickly added.

“I have a lack of crazed idiots to offer, but you could come visit the forest with me?” Luna offered before hastily adding. “Not that I am a crazed idiot! But there is little to do about the castle until the morn. Captain Lockheed is an accomplished day flyer but he knows little of how to deal with the still air under my moon, like I do,” Luna awkwardly smiled, lips twitching from the strain of holding it.

“Just out to the forest?” Ranma asked, getting the sense that Luna didn’t ask many others to go along with her.

“I didn’t mean we would be going out into Everfree.”


Ignoring her shivering as the cool night air cut right through the fur coat she was stuck wearing, Ranma felt giddy skimming the tops of trees. The moon was almost full with barely any clouds letting her see almost everything now that her eyes had adjusted to the soft light. They had covered a huge distance, almost the entirety of Everfree before following a large river cutting through a grassy plain that took them to a different forest.

“This way,” Luna buzzed past her with a burst of speed and arc down into the forest.

Ranma followed with less grace, finding Luna settling her wings against her back next to a small quick flowing stream. “Is this where you run off to at night?” Ranma asked, breathing heavily from the extra exertion needed to keep up with Luna’s impressive pace.

“I travel all over Equestria, though not in one night,” she answered and dipped her muzzle into the water to start drinking.

“I get why you’re tired in the morning,” Ranma also took her opportunity to get a drink from the refreshing stream.

“Follow,” Luna didn’t wait before bounding over the stream and through the woods.

Ranma traced Luna’s path with far less speed, eyes struggling in the low light underneath the trees. Coming up to stand next to the much larger alicorn at a tree line facing the big river they had followed on the way here. In the distance, a mountain range rose up slowly from the plains with the moon hanging overhead.

“Tired?” Luna jokingly teased, trotting out into the field to roll around in some long grass hooves splaying in the air as she got comfortable and relaxed. Disturbing the grass caused a swarm of fireflies to launch themselves into the air, filling the area with pulsing flashes of green light.

“Is the rest of Equestria like this?” Ranma asked breathlessly as she followed slowly enjoying the sight of all the insects putting on a show.

“Equestria has much wonder to behold but is also has its dangers,” Luna paused in rolling around only briefly to answer. “Most ponies only care to see the beauty of the day, always sleeping through the night.”

“Well they’re missing out,” Ranma replied watching watching the fireflies with rapt interest before they began to return to the grass. Luna favored her with an intense but unreadable look before with a snort she returned to rolling on the ground. “You look ridiculous,” Ranma said returning the snort and dropped into a sitting position with her legs kicked out to one side.

“I look nothing of the sort,” Luna righted herself up into a position with her legs tucked underneath her. “You’re going to be very stiff tomorrow if you don’t give yourself a nice big stretch,” she explained beginning to pick at some grass to eat. “I love coming here, it has the best sweetgrass in all of Equestria.”

“It’s just grass,” Ranma half heartedly made a disgusted face. It wasn’t exactly like she was in a bakery but her traitorous nose found the smell appealing.

“Try some, it’s so much better when fresh.”

“Humans don’t graze in a field,” Ranma’s nostrils flared as she took a more deep appraising sniff of the wonderful smelling grass before quickly jerking her head back and shaking her head. “Who knows if that little monster changed me all the way. I could still have human insides. I’d rather not get sick,” her stomach chose that moment to betray her with a loud growl.

“You have eaten hay regularly,” Luna stared at her like she was a moron. “You have the body of a pony, inside and out, you will not get sick or else you will have already.”

Ranma winced and looked away, her mood souring the moment Luna so bluntly summarized the situation.

“I-- am sorry. I know that your true form is quite different. It was rude of me to presume you--”

“Whatever,” She interrupted Luna who seemed as uncomfortable making an apology as Ranma was with discussing her currently being the wrong species. “I’m just being dumb about something that doesn’t even matter.”

“To some ponies it does matter,” Luna quickly tried to switch the tone of the conversation, changing her voice to sound like an uptight snob. “Eating from the ground? How uncouth!” she bemoaned dramatically and brought a hoof to her forehead before rolling into her side like she was fainting. “The very foundation of Equestria shall shudder if there is not separation between the food we can find from the ground and a plate to serve it with.”

“Are you calling me a snob? You? Who has a castle with servants? Call me-- a snob?” she asked incredulously.

“You doth protest a great deal something I did not say,” Luna smirked.

Ranma glared at the dark blue colored alicorn who remained relaxed and unconcerned. “Fine,” her head ducked down to grab a mouthful of sweetgrass. “Happy? I did a pony thing,” she mumbled, having to let some it fall from her mouth because she had taken too much. Ranma didn’t have a palate to discern much when it came to this style pony food but it did taste better than other grass or hay she had eaten.

“My happiness wasn’t dependent on you having a snack,” Luna’s smirk turned into a genuine smile. “Ooh, let us play a game. You have stars on your world, right? I shall point to a constellation and you shall tell me if there is a similar one in your sky.”

“I don’t want to play that game,” Ranma responded in a small voice. Feeling an intensely painful ache in her chest at the thought of home as she looked up at the unfamiliar stars twinkling brightly against the dark.

Luna visibly wilted like she had just done something awful. “I fear I shall never succeed in being a good friend if I can but make you sad and agitated.”

“What are you talking about? I just don’t want to think of home. You and Celestia are great friends. I’d be in a lot of trouble if you two weren’t helping me out. Wouldn’t even know what I was,” she scoffed at the idea that Luna was a bad friend. There were enough of those waiting for her back on Earth so she was a fairly solid expert in that. “I feel bad knowing I can’t ever repay you two.”

“So then we are-- friends?”

“Of course, but it doesn’t seem like I’d be able to visit very often if the thing Celestia was talking about works,” Ranma lowered herself to lay down, letting her tired wings relax.

“Wonderful!” Luna bounced over to hug her around the neck with her front legs. “We shall be the bestest of friends!”

“Can’t-- breathe!” she gasped and flailed her limbs.


Pine Berry hummed happily as entered the room of her young charge. A grumpy young and completely uncivilized alicorn who didn’t truly appreciate her efforts. Who as usual was buried underneath a blanket hiding from the day. “Come on now, up with you,” she levitated away the blanket and folded it with a simple spell. Ranma continued to lay lifelessly on the bed.

“Still tuckered out from Lockheed’s instruction, hmm?”

She gave Ranma a bit of a warning nudge with her magic but the red alicorn ignored her. ‘This again? I’ll not be known as the mare who let an alicorn get her cutie mark for laying in bed wasting the day.’’

Taking a firm hold of the young mare’s tail, she yanked her out of bed to drop to the floor. Ranma’s response was to mumble some nonsense in her foreign language before snuggling into the stone floor completely oblivious. Pine Berry tapped a hoof repeatedly in irritation before noticing a small note pinned to the end of the bed.

‘The steward of the moon?’ she wondered at Luna’s signature. ‘Ranma was up much of the night, allow her to sleep. We will inform mine sister.’

“Oh, well now I seem silly for missing that,” she grimaced and quickly levitated Ranma back up into bed with a little strain on her lifting capabilities, and tucked her back in. ‘I’ll need to speak with Celestia about this, accompanying her sister or no, the poor thing shouldn’t be getting exposed to such dangers.’


Next Day

‘Is it lunchtime yet?’ Ranma’s stomach made a strangled gurgling noise, laying on a comfy cushion rhythmically tapping her front hooves against the stone floor while her folded wings twitched unconsciously to the same rhythm. ‘I miss hands, I miss hands.’ Sometimes she tried to keep a musical beat she remembered and just generally made it sound like some pony was dashing about the library. Sure it was barely ten in the morning but sitting around as Celestia read from books in the castles giant library was boring. Being that this was not a public space the library was almost always completely quiet.

“If you’re bored,” Celestia started as she floated a book down in front of her. “This one is mostly pictures,” the mare offered, sitting on a chair in front of a desk with several books propped up on stands before her.

“This looks like a babies book,” Ranma leveled an annoyed look at the white alicorn. “Why would you even have this?”

“Because it’s appropriate to your level of literacy,” the aurora maned alicorn answered glibly.

Ranma favored Celestia with a sour look. “I can read and write just fine-- just not in your language.”

“I have some books that would help with that as well,” Celestia summoned forth more reading material.

“That seems like a waste, I’ll be going home and won’t need it,” she quickly waved off needing to learn any more Ponish, her declaration not sounding as confident as she had wanted. But she had to hold onto that hope and learning this worlds language seriously would be tantamount to giving in.

Celestia nodded as though she was in agreement but Ranma caught the worried look in her eyes. “Are you likely to have a horn or wings when you return home?” the alicorn asked, her horn glowing as she summoned back all the materials she had placed in front of her to a small bookshelf filled with similarly bound material nearby. “Or are your aptitudes simply less suited for academic pursuits?”

Ranma shifted uncomfortably before answering, “I’ve been thinking a lot on how I don’t have a great record for fixing magical problems. Why does all the magic on Earth have to suck so hard?” she sighed. “It’d be great if I get both changed back and return home at the same time, but I can’t rely on that. So there’s a very real possibility if I can, I’ll get back home-- as this, and if that happens then I gotta figure out every advantage so I can then start work on fixing that.”

“That seems to be a very reasonable outlook to have for somepony in your position,” Celestia paused before her horn glowed again to open a drawer at her desk and deposit a thin brown book to place in front of her. “I have been very impressed with how quickly you have learned anything you have set your mind to. So while Ponish may not interest you, maybe you would be interested in learning to write with your magic? Maybe keep a diary of your thoughts? It is an excellent way to work on your fine object manipulation and that will be a useful skill on your world, no?”

“I can do that,” Ranma fumbled with her hooves to open up the journal, because diary was too girly, to find it filled with empty pages.

“I also wish to see what your language looks like in written form, so it’s not a purely altruistic suggestion,” Celestia laughed softly to herself, slipping off her chair move over and take a seat next to where she was laying, a quill following behind her to come to rest across the journal.

‘Gee, no pressure,’ she breathed in through her teeth, Celestia looming over her expectantly. Struggling to lift the pen with an aura of pink magic, her horn buzzed from the effort creating an electric tingle. But the quill did move, jerking into the air with several small dots of black ink dropping from it due to the unsteady motions.

“Gently,” Celestia instructed, her yellow aura created an outline around her own steadying the quill. “You’re galloping when you only need to walk.”

Ranma almost lost concentration at the odd sensation of feeling Celestia’s mana directly yet indirectly at the same time, the quill dripping a large blot of ink on the page before stabilizing. In a way it reminded her of the aura martial artists could create to intimidate others, but Celestia’s felt like the warmth of the sun. Reassuring, calm, and confident.

“It’s not the amount of power you conjure, it’s your clear intent,” Celestia leaned forward so that they were closer in height. “Start with a straight line, see the quill performing the action in your mind then make it happen.”

Ranma wasn’t able to make a straight line but she was able to make an uncontrolled scribble down half the page. “Oops.”

Celestia’s aura retreated leaving Ranma to hold the quill alone. “No oops, you’re already far above most young unicorns who have had their abilities for years,” the white alicorn patted her on the back with a wing. “I’ll return in a moment. See what you can do it on your own,” she added reassuringly.

By the time Celestia had returned, Ranma had more or less got the hang of big strokes and had very clumsily written her name in big characters on the first page. Which she felt reasonably proud of, it was mentally demanding in a way she had no experience or human analog to build off of.

She looked up briefly when a unicorn walked by pulling a cart loaded with a bunch of cushions. He gave her a small bow before using magic to unload each one, arranging them like seats in a classroom. Ranma watched in confusion wondering what he was doing before there was a rapid and disorganized clatter of tiny hooves from the library entrance.

Celestia had returned with a group of ten small children who were following behind her excitedly. The colorful group of various pony races all looked around the same age with a pair of pegasi that looked like twins standing taller than the rest. ‘Oh my pony kids are adorable,’ Ranma gulped and rose to a sitting position inadvertently drawing their attention. ‘Their vision must be based on movement,’ she realized in horror.

“Children, please say hello to Ranma, she’s an alicorn like me,” Celestia entreated, sounding far too amused at her reaction.

“Hello, Miss Ranma,” the group enthusiastically greeted.

“Hello,” Ranma returned, feeling foolish for her brief shock of seeing pony children for the first time.

“Now, why don’t you all take a seat and we’ll get started,” Celestia instructed, long legs carrying her over to the front of the small cushions. The kids all made happy noises and clamored to get the nearest spot and any who didn’t moved themselves closer.

“Um, what is this?” Ranma asked her benefactor, happy that the group was suitably distracted by Celestia and weren’t badgering her.

“Their teacher is out sick unfortunately so they are here at the castle with their parents. I thought it’d be a nice change of routine to tell them a story,” Celestia answered, sounding positively giddy at the opportunity.

“Ah, guess I’ll just be over here working on writing then.”

“Alright children, who here has heard the story of Melvin the manticore?” Celestia grandly asked while holding up a large book, an image of a winged lion with a scorpion tail on the cover.
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Re: Untitled Ranma/MLP thing

Postby Ellen Kuhfeld » Thu Dec 06, 2018 12:03 pm

This just keeps getting better. I hope you carry it all the way through. :D
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Re: Untitled Ranma/MLP thing

Postby LawOhki » Sun Dec 16, 2018 6:21 am


Lockheed walked out onto the training field, his full armor clanking lightly with each step. He knew he shouldn’t be worried but anytime his twins spent time here at the castle out of his watch, but he couldn’t help himself. Colts and fillies could be a right terror under the proper conditions. But he was obviously worried for nothing, all the children were held in rapt attention as Celestia spoke.

Ranma was laying in the grass opposite the other alicorn, looking trapped by kids who were competing to see who could be cuddled up closest to her. Hearing his approach, many tiny ears swiveled in his direction while their attention remained on Celestia.

“Excuse me, Steward,” he bowed to her, interrupting when she was at a natural pause.

“Hello, Captain,” Celestia greeted him warmly.

“Father!” both of his sons happily exclaimed, pushing other foals roughly as they excitedly bounced over to greet him.

“I hope they were on their best behavior,” he briefly ducked down to affectionately nuzzle the two colts. “Your mother will hear about it otherwise.”

“Vapor and Stratos were perfect little gentlecolts,” Celestia answered and the twins beamed at the praise.

“Thank you for watching them,” he bowed his head to her respectfully, nudging his twins to do the same. “It is an honor to be gifted your time.”

“Thank you, Steward. Thank you Miss Ranma,” the pair said in unison.

“It’s our honor and our joy to take care of the wonderful children of those who take care of us,” Celestia answered him while using her magic to pinch his son’s cheeks. “But it is around that time, so let’s all head to the kitchen and get some snacks so we can spoil your dinners,” Celestia playfully suggested.

“Aww,” the twins whined at the thought of missing fancy castle food.

“Come on boys, let’s get you home,” he bowed once again to Celestia as he left, both colts happily bouncing along at his side. “So what did you do today?” he asked, noticing that they were both far less energetic than usual.

“Celestia told us the story about when Luna met Melvin,” Stratos answered. “He’s a manticore and was really scary-- he uh kept ponies locked up cause he thought they were-- stealing from him.”

“But then Luna found out she could talk to him!” Vapor butted in. “And then he even helped build the castle, cause he was nice not mean.”

‘I’ve told them this story and they never remembered a word,’ he forced a smile. “Was that it?”

“Then we got to play with miss Ranma, but she can’t really talk right so the Steward said we could play tag. That doesn’t require no words,” Vapor started.

“But she was SO fast!”

“We couldn’t catch her at all!” Vapor exclaimed. “And then sometimes she’d let us catch her, we could tell she did,” Vapor nodded to himself.

“Do you think we can be fast like her someday?”

“With hard work, I taught her after all,” he answered while stretching out his wings.

“Ya but you’re slow, dad,” Stratos scoffed. “She was fast without using her wings.”

“This old stallion is still pretty quick, let’s see if you two can beat me home, I’ll give you my dessert if you can,” Lockheed didn’t even receive a verbal response, the two launching themselves towards home as fast as their tiny wings could carry them.


Ranma paused on her way up the spiral staircase to shake herself out, fur still damp from her bath, and hoping not to get used to the feeling. Arriving at the apex of the tallest tower, she entered the open doorway and knocked on the heavy wooden door carrying Celestia’s sun mark.

“Um, Celestia?” she glanced side to side, not seeing the white alicorn anywhere. (Insert room description here)

Celestia’s head peaked back into the room from the balcony. “Over here, come quickly you’re just in time,” her multi-colored mane briefly whipped into view as her head vanished.

“For?” she asked, quirking one eyebrow as she approached in curiosity. ‘Guess the spell hasn’t worn off yet.’

“So we can set the sun together,” Celestia answered, looking out from the balcony at the sun that seemed frozen unwilling to touch the horizon.

“You mean watch the sun set?” Ranma asked in confusion at the wording, right ear flopping down, and rearing up to rest her front legs on the railing that was too high for her to easily look over. It was a pretty sight from so far up, the sun bathing Everfree forest in a warm orange glow.

“Obviously you’ll watch, but if I don’t lower the sun on time, Luna will be most upset,” Celestia giggled to herself as if she knew from experience.

Ranma’s other ear flopped down as she tried to figure out if there was something wrong with the translation spell. “I didn’t exactly get the best grades in science class, and I am just a human from a different dimension, not normally a magical pony, but even I know that you can’t move the sun.”

“How else would it move across the sky?” the white alicorn asked rhetorically, as if she was explaining something obvious.

“It doesn’t, we’re the ones that are spinning, and the sun stays in place.”

“The sun may exist at the center of the solar system for humans from a different dimension. And I am certainly interested in hearing more about how such a system functions,” Celestia shifted over to be closer. “But maybe this will make it easier to understand,” her horn glowed a brighter yellow than Ranma had ever seen and she leaned in to be flank to flank.

Ranma froze as Celestia shared a small connection of her aura as she reached out towards the sun with a spell. There was a surge of immense warmth and power that made her jump in shock, breaking her connection to Celestia’s aura. She quickly backpedaled into the room, tripping over the edge of a carpet to land painfully on her tail.

“I’m sorry, I’ve only ever done that with Luna before, I didn’t think it could be painful for another alicorn,” Celestia asked in concern. The sun obediently beginning to set behind her as the spell took affect.

“That was--,” Ranma fell over to one side, tucking her right leg up to her chest while holding herself with her left.

“Too much, I should have known you were far too inexperienced to be exposed to that level of magic,” Celestia’s face fell, purple eyes staring at the floor.

“AMAZING!” Ranma jumped high into the air, wings fluttering excitedly at the apex before dropping to the floor to bounce excitedly around a shocked Celestia. “How did you even figure out how to do that? Or train for it? Why do you even need to do it? Did someone do it before you did? Do you have to do it all the time? Can anyone else take over? Wait, that means Luna controls the moon, this definitely explains why you two have a castle!” She skidded to a stop in front of Celestia, body humming with excitement, and expectantly waiting for answers.

Celestia blinked her purple eyes multiple times processing her rapid fire questions.

“You’re this worlds Amaterasu,” Ranma gasped loudly before the alicorn could speak and she hurriedly bowed deeply, almost falling over from the unfamiliar motion. “I had no idea you were a goddess, Celestia-sama.”

Ranma was starting to get a little wobbly in her position from waiting before Celestia finally responded.

“Ranma, what are you doing?” Celestia asked with a soft giggle. “I’m not a goddess.”

“You’re not?” she asked and gave up her attempt at reverence to sit and look up at Celestia.

“Powerful and long lived, yes,” Celestia used a wing to pat her on the head as she walked by into her room to lay down on the thin cushion positioned in front of a small unlit fireplace. “Divine? No, well-- no more divine than you are.”

“But I’m not,” she protested with one last glance out the balcony to where the last rays of the sun were finally disappearing over the horizon. “If I hadn’t felt it,” Ranma put a hoof to her chest. “I wouldn’t have believed you,” she quickly took a deep breath trying to center herself, traveling to a different reality felt like less of a seismic shift to her perspective than knowing that the two alicorns she lived with moved the sun and moon. ‘I hadn’t even noticed them doing it, what else have I missed?’

Celestia’s mouth quirked to the side deep in thought, a thin pulse of magic traveling up her horn led to the fireplace roaring to life. “Come sit, I think learning more about how Equestria works may ease your mind. Our control of celestial bodies may seem less daunting if I answer some of your questions.”

‘I hope so,’ she dragged her hooves accepting Celestia’s offer. ‘If she can’t help me get home, and she can move the sun, just how powerful was that thing that brought me here?’ she wondered fearfully.

Celestia smiled reassuringly before beginning. “It would have been easy for you to miss because of Everfree Forests unique ecosystem, but the rest of Equestria requires ponies to maintain it. Without earth ponies to tend to the land the plants would wither and die. They can’t do this without the pegasi who control the weather or the unicorns who move the seasons along.”

“What?” she asked incredulously.

“Did that not translate correctly?”

“No-- I guess it did, go on,” she tried to add that new information to the pile in her mind that would need to be worked through later. Having purposely avoided finding out more about this world past her immediate surrounding now made her feel like she had missed important details about the wider world.

“A group of unicorns used to shepherd the sun and moon. But the strain was too much and was draining them of their magic. Our mentor, Star Swirl encouraged us to try believing with our more potent magic we would be able to handle the strain. It worked out so well that we each received our cutie marks,” Celestia finished proudly, lifting a wing and looking back at her sun mark.

‘Wow, that’s a girly sounding name.’ Ranma had been wondering about the flank markings but it wasn’t until she saw the children that she realized it wasn’t something they weren't born with. “Oh right, what’s up with those? That’s what I came to ask about.”

“Cutie marks? They are an expression of what brings a pony their greatest joy often times it’s a special talent. Some have obvious meanings while others are vague.”

“So-- shouldn’t I have one for martial arts? Or punching my old man in the face after he did something stupid? Cause that always made me feel really good,” she giggled to herself.

Celestia grimaced and laughed nervously. “Assuming that you are capable of receiving one, perhaps enjoying violence against your father is not what will cause its manifest.”

“Aww,” she whined but feeling better knowing that Celestia was not in fact a goddess she may have offended.

“I think this is the most you’ve ever spoken of your family,” the white alicorn looked pensive for a moment. “Luna is my only family and we’ve never been apart, so I can only imagine what you’re going through, but I really do hope you can get back to them.”

“Thanks,” Ranma stared down at the floor with her wings twitching. “And I just like to complain about my Pop. He might be greedy, shortsighted, and lazy but he’s always been my only family,” she shrugged her shoulders, avoiding the complicated mess that was her mother. Or Akane who occupied a very complex but important part of her life.

“Would you tell me about him? He sounds interesting,” Celestia asked adjusting herself into a more comfortable position.

“I don’t know if anyone has ever called my old man interesting,” she laughed to herself and slid forward to lay down on her stomach. “Lots of other things though.”
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Re: Untitled Ranma/MLP thing

Postby Spica75 » Sun Dec 16, 2018 1:43 pm

Just one big whoops that stood out:
(Insert room description here)

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Re: Untitled Ranma/MLP thing

Postby LawOhki » Sun Dec 16, 2018 5:24 pm

Spica75 wrote:Just one big whoops that stood out:

Was lazy and probably going to drop the line as it's not really plot relevant at all. Unless someone has a thought on what would be a good fit.

Not nearly as important as Ranma getting the pony zoomies.
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Re: Untitled Ranma/MLP thing

Postby Spica75 » Mon Dec 17, 2018 8:01 am

Was lazy and probably going to drop the line as it's not really plot relevant at all. Unless someone has a thought on what would be a good fit.

Yeah i figured as much and i agree that there's no need for an actual text to replace it.
Therefor, it's called "prudent" not "lazy". :P

Not nearly as important as Ranma getting the pony zoomies.

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Re: Untitled Ranma/MLP thing

Postby Cheb » Fri Feb 22, 2019 10:38 am

I read this in one go. Pleased to say it's quite "Ranma" unlike many fanfictions out there, including my own half-failures. The battle and the "I fix" one were quite fitting for Takahashiverse (if we accept that Urusei Yatsura + R1/2 + Inu-Yasha + Rin-Ne all happen in the same world).
I also liked the progression of events after the transition, not action but kind of "slice of life" focusing on interesting stuff (again unlike when I'm writing, tending to describe too much and put in too many details).
I would like to see more of this :)
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