Equestrian Heroes

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Naruto x Rarity x Twilight x Fluttershy x Applejack x Pinkie Pie x Rainbow Dash x Ditzy x Luna x ? x ?

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For Normal Speech

Inner thoughts, Text read, Italics used to represent characters speaking in different language.

Demonic rage, Demonic characters, Kurama Speak

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Story Start

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'I have to win this! I cannot afford to lose this fight.'

Pinkie's armor began to team with magic as the arm sections of her heart began to ripple. Emerging and forming from the top of her arm were a mini-mounted canon on top of her arms reminiscent of her party cannon. "Mean doesn't even began to describe what you are. You're the anti-thesis to everything that I am. I won't let somepony like you threaten Equestria's joy any longer."

"Well then, bring it." Tricky said as he ignited his fists. Without much thought or consideration he charged forth with mad glee.

Pinkie eyed Tricky carefully as he threw a punch at her, that she easily dodged by moving her body backwards. Her eyes widened when Tricky was no longer in front of her, but appeared behind her.

'Fast...' Pinkie saw him try to kick her and she barely dodged it by ducking. She quickly spun around and tried to kick Tricky who twisted backwards to avoid it and right himself up as he shot streams of flame at her.

He wildly swing without any consideration of any form of strategy.

His fighting style was pure chaos.

A tiny scowl formed on Pinkie's face. Everything about this stallion screamed he didn't care. As long as he found it amusing he did whatever without consideration to others at all.

How could somepony be so careless? How could somepony put thrills ahead of what was right and other ponies feelings?

At that moment an Epiphany occurred. This pony mirrored a possibility; the extreme end of that possibility if Pinkie had went the wrong way. If she had not grown, change, or mature she could have ended up as careless and thoughtless as this pony.

Defeating this pony in front of her was the only thing that mattered right now so she could help everypony.

Aiming her right arm Pinkie fired a cake shaped like a brick as solid as stone. The blow landed in the torso causing a noticeable dent to Tricky's armor also forcing him to skid back and spat out some blood from the blow.

Tricky dropped to a knee and put a hand to his stomach. "W-What…no…no damnit it. I…I shouldn't be losing. Its not funny! THAT'S NOT FUNNY AT ALL!" He roared as he fired twin streams of flames to which Pinkie fired out cupcakes that detonated on contact with the fire. "Stop mocking me! You think you'll beat me with party tricks!" His head suddenly whipped back as a vicious blow to his head sent him skidding along the ground.

"What's wrong? Now that you're facing somepony who can fight back you're not having fun anymore?"

"Don't mock me!"

A sorrowful expression formed on Pinkie's face. "I pity you. You…you don't have any friends do you? No loved ones? No family?"

Tricky charged at her with his fists lit aflame once more. Tricky started swinging his fists at Pinkie, going into the offensive. He swung and let out bursts of flames, but no matter how quick he punched or how much power he used, he couldn't land one single hit. It frustrated him. How could this mare be so fast?

Pinkie was running out of time as the Ursa was drawing closer. She had to finish this quickly. She then stopped dodging and allowed Tricky to launch a hit at her. She dodged at the last second and aimed her canons down. "Boom!" Tricky let out a cry of pain and confusion as a thick blanket of glitter clouded his vision.

He began wildly tossing flames in every which direction. Next thing he knew his helmet was being grabbed and he was slammed into the ground. Tricky groaned in pain.

The thick cloud began to dissipate. "Its over. You cannot beat me. Just stop!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears as he spun and began firing a series of fireballs at her.

"You can't beat me! I always have the last laugh! Always!" He charged at her once again with new speed.

Pinkie watched as he charged at her again. His newfound speed caught her off guard and she was knocked back by the vicious punch, but it would not be enough to make her fall down. If she was going to stop him then she was going to have to put him down.

"Rragh!" Pinkie responded as she launched her attack. Once he got closer, Pinkie allowed him to blow the telegraph punch and swung her leg with all of her power into his side. The dent of the armor followed by a sickening squish. There was no way his kidney or at least some of his ribs hadn't been severely damaged from the blow.

Pinkie's head whipped back and intense heat burned her cheeks and face from the blow. For Tricky it didn't seem to matter where he lived or died as long as he won.

Thinking quickly Pinkie raised her canon and fired a point blank shot in his face sending him flying back. She boosted herself forward with a single leap and aimed both canons in his face before firing, this time in the form of fireworks that blasted apart his helmet.

Pinkie landed and rolled, poising herself with one hand as the barrels of her canon smoked and Tricky groaned in pain.

He raised his head to train his eyes on Pinkie, but then he felt something off. His eyes turned toward the large crack in his armor. His eyes widened in shock. He sat up and placed a hand on his now cracked armor. 'She...damaged my armor...' He got up and prepared to charge a ball of flame, but Pinkie shot forward with lightning speed and drove her fist into his armor causing him to fly back and collide with the ground causing more cracks to appear. 'Can't believe this. I lost to a pink pony. A pink pony using party supplies…on my birthday of all things. I got my ass kicked by birthday cake and sprinkles…'

It had started off as faint.

It grew into low rumbling.

Then it grew louder and louder.

Laughter.

"I guess that's all for Tricky folks! Or was it Jokey? Oh Tartarus I can't even remember anymore!"

Pinkie for a moment had her canon trained on Tricky before lowering it. As he laid there, roaring with laughter and tears beginning to fall he was no threat to anypony at the moment.

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A chain leash with a heavy padlock restricted his movement as he peeked out through the gap in the closet door. His thefts had become so skillful and constant that his Sire had installed a heavy chain connecting his neck to a steel ring mounted on the back wall of the closet. The colt peered darkly out at his Dam, hatching a scheme to retrieve what she had stolen from him and placed around her disgusting neck.

He had worked very hard to steal the fine golden chain from the purse of a mare who had come into his Sire's pawn shop. The mare had received enough from the sale of a few of her rings to pay for whatever trifle she needed money for, and had put the chain back into her purse.

The colt had picked the lock on his restraints and stealthily crept out of the house and outside down to the shack that was his father's store to tug it softly from the folds of her handbag. Later, when the Dam came to throw scraps from her and the Sire's meal into the closet for the colt, a glint of gold in his hoard of stolen items caught her eye. She snatched it and fastened it around her neck, then pranced around the room for the Sire. And the laughter, the heinous guffawing that always had the Colt covering his ears and scrunching his eyes closed, filled their home so fully that the next door neighbor's pounded on the floor to make a complaint about noise.

Everything made them laugh. Newspaper articles, ugly shirts, and mismatched shoes. Everything. They would laugh, with their jowls slapping from side to side, for vast amounts of time at several times a day. Every customer that came into the shop would inevitably say something Father found funny and would walk out the door while laughter followed them. The Colt loathed nothing more than the sound of laughter. Especially since their favorite thing to laugh at was, of course, him.

"Lookit those sad widdle eyes peekin out o' his closet hole!" The Dam would say.

"Don't know what he's so sad about! No rent to pay and all those rats keep'em company!" The Sire would shout, "He's lucky he ain't a real pony or we'd be chargin' im' every week!"

They would laugh hysterically until tears ran down their cheeks. They forbade him call them by their names, and had never given him one.

And all he was given befitted that of a clown. Oversized shoes. Suspenders. Baggy pants. Often lathering on make-up to cover the signs of mistreatements.

'Tell us a joke boy.' They would say. 'Do a trick boy' they would say.

"Have to keep you chained up boy you're a tricky one. "

"A tricky one you are boy."

"Tricky one."

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"Tricky!"

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"Life is…a game…we are…born again." The remnants of the armor began to crumble into nothing. "You win Laughter! You won this game, but next time I get to be player one."

Pinkie said nothing and began using her bond to sense out the others. Knowing where she needed to go she took off.

The Gemstone that held Tricky's power began to levitate before it shot off towards the direction of the castle.

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