Challenge prompt: Try a MLP / Monster in Paris crossover WITHOUT Fluttershy being the one that shows everyone he’s really a very sweet giant flea.
Cornered. Trapped. Pinned. And no doubt about to be eaten by the Beast from the portal, Rarity hunkered in place and shrieked.
One of its four arms reached inevitably towards her…
…and began carefully combing her mane.
“Jolie petit poney,” cooed a voice that could easily have come from Heaven itself. “Vous êtes perdu? Je suis perdu.” And then he sang.
There was no other accompaniment but the wind in the trees and the noises of the forest, but his song seemed to summon them just when they were needed.
He wasn’t monstrous at all. Even though his clothes were an absolute wreck.
And he was an amazing stylist, putting her mane and tail up in a very intricate set of braids that screamed sophistication whilst also being ready for everything the Everfree Forest could throw at her.
“My goodness. Where did you learn to do all that?”
“Paris,” said the giant flea.
He wasn’t much for words, evidently. At least, not the spoken word. Nevertheless, he deserved better than hunkering in a mouldy old forest.
“I know a place where I can whip up a new suit for you. It’s the very least you deserve, after all you’ve been through.”
Her five friends found her in her salon, trying hats on the monster as he accompanied himself on one of Pinkie’s random guitars [Stowed away in case of a guitar emergency, of course].
“His name is Francoeur,” said Rarity. “And as you can see, he’s completely harmless.”
Francoeur warbled a greeting that was half purr and half chirp. “Jolis poneys…”
“Yes, darling. They’re my friends.”
Twilight sighed. “I suppose we can get him back home, later…” she allowed.
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