popslash_lollipops | nsync / my little pony

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asking on a dare : nsycn / my little pony x_over, please.

[it's a long story (althoughs your's needen't be) ... but just think of the boy ponies, with their fetlocks and their jaunty sailor caps and the glittery haunch designs, and then think of JC ...] [alternatively, think of violating someone;s childhood - whatever motivates you is good with me!]

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hegemony.livejournal.com

Justin goes from going to bed next to a sex-teased man, and wakes up to...

"Oh god!" Justin groans.

...a pony. It looks like JC. It's got JC's hair, JC's eyes, and some kind of strange version of JC's ass, and the brand on JC's ass is of a little lion like on his necklace. He's in some strange hue of purple, and he does have JC's rhythm because his left front hoof is tapping like JC's foot likes to do. Justin just kind of freaks out.

"How did this happen?" Lance asks.

"Yeah, infant, what do you do to him?" Chris asks.

JC talks for the first time, and it kind of blows everybody away. "He didn't do anything to me. I didn't do anything to myself. I just kinda...yeah. And Can someone get me an apple and take this damn hat off my head?"

"Uh," Joey asks.

"You're fucking with my childhood, here." Justin announces.

"It's not my fault!" JC gasps. "Fuck a duck, It's not like I asked for this shit?"

"You just asked for someone to fuck a duck," Chris asks.

"I'm going to, like, leave, in a minute." JC announces.

"It's going to be hard," Lance points out, reaching out to snatch the hat off his head. "You're on the fifth floor."

"So?" JC asks.

Everybody just looks, And Joey reaches for the phone, "Uh, room service? Can we get a fruit basket, please? And, uh, leave it outside the door. Oh, yes, and we need a really big hair brush, could you tell that to the consierge?"

JC just neighs.

From:

ninjetti75.livejournal.com

*dies laughing*

*high-fives*

From:

turlough

Fabulous! I laughed so hard I almost fell off the chair :-)

From:

turps33.livejournal.com

That was great!

Fabulous job!

From:

ephemera-pop.livejournal.com

*giggles* - thank you!

Does it make me strange that out of the whole thing, the thing that strikes me as really odd is that My Little Pony was a part of Justin's childhood? It would explain so much ....

From:

epicflailer.livejournal.com

AHAHAHAHA!

*ahem*

yes. fabulous. tails and horses and yes. thank you for sharing.

From:

pensnest

Oh, dear, oh dear. Yes. Purple pony and a really big hairbrush... *falls down giggling*.

From:

turps33.livejournal.com

As Lydia did the actual changing into a pony how about this? I can't believe I just wrote this ;)

~*~*~*~

“What on earth are you doing?” Lance takes a step back from the door, wary of getting too close.

“What does it look like we’re doing?” Chris raises an eyebrow, sweeping his hand over the neat line of sparkly mini ponies. “Come on, Bass. You’ve played with toys before, even ones that aren’t made of silicone and rubber.”

Joey laughs and high-fives Chris. Normally Lance would pretend to be insulted, but today any offence is hidden behind utter disbelief. Especially when he notices the ribbons looped over Joey’s hand and the tiny brushes balanced on Chris’ knee.

“You know I’ve played with toys, but….” Lance stops speaking, his words ignored. If he had any sense he’d turn around and go downstairs. Instead he rubs at his eyes then steps closer, hesitating in the doorway.

He blinks but nothing has changed. Chris is still sitting cross-legged on the floor, back resting against Bri’s giant stuffed dog, a small pink pony almost hidden in his hand. Joey’s still lying on his side, head resting on one hand, the other making a pony move across the floor, and JC. Lance gets closer still, needing to see, but yes, JC really is folded onto one of the small pink chairs, trying to wrestle a tiny sailor suit onto an ugly blue pony.

“You’ve all gone insane.” Lance shakes his head; he expected some kind of reaction to the months of uncertainty and stress. Drinking or drugs maybe, but not this. A mass break out of pony-play, and not in the good way either.

“We’ve been insane for a long time,” Joey says, a familiar tease. Lance knows the next lines, opens his mouth to say them even, but the words dry up when Joey jumps his pony over an obstacle made of JC’s flip-flop propped on its side.

“Close your mouth, man. You’ll catch flies.” JC finally pulls pants over a glossy blue tail and looks up at Lance. He smiles, tiny sparkles glittering on his cheeks. “Come and play with us, it’s fun.”

“Right,” Lance says slowly, preparing to walk away from the insanity of the room. He takes a last look around, at Chris sitting hunched over, tongue sticking out as he backcombs a mane, at Joey’s pony jumping over two flip-flops now, at JC…. “What the heck are you doing?”

“How many times do we have to tell you?”

“Not you you,” Lance says, and steps into the room. “I was talking to JC. You don’t braid a mane like that.”

JC stops trying to criss-cross silky silver hair and holds up his pony. “Show me then.”

Lance hesitates, torn between getting any deeper into this craziness and doing the braiding right, because it’s just wrong how JC’s doing it.

“Please.” JC says, and he smiles again while pulling out another tiny seat.

It’s small, really small, and Lance isn’t sure it’ll take his weight, but JC looks so hopeful and the others are busy with their own ponies. Lance shrugs, giving in. He sits carefully then takes the pony and brush. “Okay, watch, this is how you do it.”

~*~*~*~

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turps33.livejournal.com

Hours later and Lance is on the floor, a line of ponies at his side. He lies still as Joey gallops a pony over his ass, ignoring Chris’ jokes about it being a mountain goat not a horse. Fact is Lance is too happy to protest, relaxed after doing nothing more taxing than brushing hair and selecting pony clothes.

“You know what would make this one better?” JC says, and he unfolds himself from the floor, hurrying over to the shelf where Bri’s art supplies are stored. Rummaging through boxes he eventually comes back with a handful of fat felt tips and scissors, letting them drop against the carpet as he lies back down. On his stomach, he grabs a pony, holding it up. “It’s okay if I modify a little?”

“Go for it, she’s got a million of these things,” Joey says, and he sits up, chin propped on his hands.

JC picks up the scissors and starts cutting, midnight blue hair falling to the floor until only a thin line remains. Backcombing is next until the mane stands up tall and spiked. Then JC takes a pen, carefully outlining the eyes in black so they stand out against the pale blue face. Tattoos then; carefully drawn from memory as Chris lies back and grins.

“There, that’s perfect.” JC holds up the pony, happiness radiating from him as he stokes across the sharp spikes.

“There’s only one thing missing,” Joey says. Scrambling to his feet, he looks at the shelves and finally selects a box, sitting down with it between his knees. Rummaging, he eventually finds tubes of glitter and sequins that he arranges on the floor.

His intentions are clear, especially when he selects the pony with the wildest curly hair and Lance can’t help smiling as he watches Joey glue until the pony shines, body glimmering with sparkles.

“You know you all wore just as much glitter as me,” JC remarks, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile as he looks at Lance. “Remember that denim outfit?”

“How could I forget?” Lance shivers, the memory of a millions of cracked-out clothes rushing across him like a cold breeze.

“Suck it up, JC. You’re sparkly.” Joey cuts in, laughing and dodging a tiny shoe thrown at his head. “Look.” He puts the pony next to Chris pony, sparkles against dark, long curls against sharp spikes. It’s perfect except for one thing.

“It needs something else,” Lance says and he leans forward, winking at JC as he carefully arranges the ponies so JC is propped over Chris’ back, sparkly legs tight against blue sides. “There, you spend half your time like that anyway.”

“Tell me you didn’t just do that!”

They all look up at the outburst, and for a second Lance tries not to laugh. Except he does, they all do. How can they not when Justin’s standing in the doorway, hands to his face, muttering about being scarred and tainted childhood memories as he quickly backs away.