Inspired by eabevella's 'Pony of Interest' drawing on DA. I'm not a MLP fan (I'd never seen the series) but this illustration and the concept of pulling PoI into the ponies' universe was just too much for me.
Translation: Technicolor, big-eyed plot bunnies with cutie marks on their hips hopped out of my subconscious and beat me into submission with giant foam carrots. I now must do their bidding until they see fit to release my brain back into my keeping.
With the artist's kind permission, I'm giving free rein (had to go there.....) to the plot bunnies' request. Die-hard MLP fans, please take this as an homage, be kind and don't hate.
So, for better or worse, here is the product of my brain's interpretation of this crossover. I've now watched a couple of episodes (thanks YouTube) so names/places have been 'pony-ized' to better fit into the Equestria landscape. Also: although in my story, it may seem at first that I've changed some important details from eabevella's picture...there are reasons for them and will have bearing in future scenarios....be patient and enjoy!
Rating: T (non-explicit M/M relationships implied, some violence and scary bits)
Pairing: you have to even ask?!
WARNINGS: Extreme silliness, sappiness and insanity will follow...don't say I didn't tell you.....
Harold Phynch wasn't like the other foals in his family. His three elder brothers were hard-muscled, boisterous, outgoing colts. Well-liked by the other pegasi and popular with the fillies in their classes. They all shared an obsession for air polo and soccer. Harold by contrast was slender, bookish and very quiet. His brothers were also vibrant shades of blue, purple and green respectively with thick manes and tails of an iridescent black.
Harold's coat was a gray so pale that it looked white at night. His eldest brother, Streak nicknamed him 'Moonbeam', saying that he almost glowed in the dark. Harold's mane and tail were inky black but not nearly as luxuriant as those of his siblings. His most striking feature were his eyes. Large and sapphire blue, they caught another pony's gaze and seemed to look right through to their soul, even from behind the thick corrective lenses he had to wear.
He didn't have any close friends as a youngster, preferring the peace of the Ponyville Public Library over the parties and dances organized by his school. When his cutie mark appeared, no-one was surprised that it was a book, least of all Phynch.
One thing he did have in common with his brothers was his love of flying. Although he preferred to solo, Harold still reveled in the freedom of soaring over the forests and hills surrounding Ponyville. Many were the times he'd pack a lunch and some books and take off on his own. His parents knew he was sensible enough to stay out of trouble (unlike his less responsible siblings) and so let him be.
When he went on to study at Hayvard, his reputation as a scholar preceded him. Although his intelligence was now regarded with wary respect, he was still no less the social outcast he'd been when he was younger. Phynch threw himself into his studies and at the start of his second term had at least made a few acquaintances thanks to his role as a student tutor. It was then that he met the pony destined to become his best and closest friend.
Neighthan Ingram was an up-and-coming freshman pegasus from El-Pasofino, in southwestern Equestria. He was charismatic, charming, handsome and the best air racer that Hayvard had seen in decades. Neighthan made no secret that his athletic abilities had won him a scholarship to the prestigious college, admitting that "I'm a flyer, not a thinker!." His candor and good humor about his situation won the hearts of the student body in general and would, in time, that of one pony in particular.