The Vengeance Trilogy: Needed

Chapter 2

“Questions”

“Uh, hi.”

If the trio heard him, they didn’t give any sign of it. Flamboyant kept hovering, Insane Smiles kept grinning, and Purple gaped at him. The five others who were trapped under the rubble were finally stopping their exclamations, and were rising to their feet. Hooves, rather. Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh.

The first to stand was a violent blue, with black and white hair to put a manga star to shame, and wings that flapped uselessly in the air. He seemed to have clouds or something tattooed to his butt. Come to think of it, everyone has something on their butts!

Steve looked at his… flank? Yeah, my flank. Right there, he saw a matching pair of drumsticks on his brown side.

“Where are we?” Bluedude asked in a deep baritone, his face contorted in a look of misunderstanding.

The next pony stood up. He was a deep red, with a dark grey mane. “Isn’t it obvious?” Red’s tenor was a stark contrast to Blues deep tones. “We’re all tripping out and dreaming that we’re in Ponyville. Don’t worry; I’ve had dreams like this before.”

Red started to walk toward the three dumbfounded ponies, but was stopped by a purple barrier. “HEY!” he yelled, “What’s up with the magic Twilight? This is my trip, and I want to enjoy it!” He laughed and started jumping at the barrier, but was pushed back each time. “Hey, this is kinda fun!”

The purple pony jumped back and looked fearfully at Red. She turned and spoke in hushed tones to the other two.

A third pony rose to his, no, HER feet. Hooves! Oh man, I really hope this is a dream or trip. Or something! She was a deep green color, with hair the color of Barney the dinosaur. She had a hor poking through her hair. Oh man, this keeps getting weirder and weirder!She looked at the Red pony and spoke. “This obviously isn’t a ‘trip’ or dream. It is not convoluted enough to be a trip, and who ever heard of six people having the same drug-induced experience? Second, it cannot be a dream because we could wake ourselves up. And, who ever heard of six people having the same dream?" Woah, instant logic alert.

Red looked at her. “How do I know that you’re all here with me? I could be out cold in my bed right now!” He grinned at his own impeccable logic. Green trotted over to him and smacked him with her hoof.

“That’s how you know!”

“Hey, you can’t go around smacking anypony you choose willy-nilly! It’s not nice!” Red rose to his full height, being slightly taller than Greeny. Greeny began her own retort, but Steve wasn’t paying them any more attention. He was looking at the floor where two more horses were sitting.

The first was a brilliant white with hair that could make a fire cry at its miserable excuse for an existence. He too had wings, but his were pulled in around his sides. He sat looking at his hooves, bawling his eyes out. Weird.

The second was even weirder. He was looking all around himself with a grin that threatened to split his face in half. His grey skin- Or hair, or whatever the hay it’s called- was rather drab compared to everyone else, but his eyes were covered by a pair of black glasses. He had a short horn protruding from his forehead.

With the chaos of the Blue horse yelling at the force field, Red and Greeny shouting in each other’s faces, Firemane crying, and the grey one grinning like an idiot, something snapped within Steve. He took a deep breath and shouted at the top of his lungs.

“QUIET! Everypony SHUT UP!” His nostrils flared as he pawed the ground. Everypony looked at him in stunned silence.

Except Red. Red looked at him and giggled.

“Did you just say everypony?”

Steve and Greeny glared daggers at Red and he backed away.

“Okay,” Steve began. “Obviously, something happened to all of us after the roof of the café caved in. The last thing I remember before everything started was a bright flash of light. Did anypony else see this?” Red giggled again.

“Yeah,” Blue said. “I saw a bright flash and I was knocked to the ground. I saw the kid in the wheelchair get thrown into the air, and then a geek and a punk ran over to help him. I was trying to help, but got knocked over by some dude. I’m guessing that’s one of you guys?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, I knocked you over. So you’re the baseball player?”

Blue nodded. “That’s me. Name’s Cyrus.” After saying this, he shook himself. “No, that’s not my name. My name is… Cyrus. No, that’s not my name! My name is… Cyrus! GAH!”

Cyrus the blue pony pounded the ground with his hooves. “I can’t say my own feathering name! Hey, that’s not what I meant to say either! What the hay is wrong with this feathering place! This gosh darn cousin cupcaking place is changing everything I say! And what are with these? Why do I have wings? There's no way that I'm a pegasus!”

Cyrus entered a full blown panic attack. He fell to the ground in a ball and began to cry. This just made Firemane cry harder.

Greeny turned to look at Steve, looking quite confounded. “Wait, if this place is changing your name, will it change mine?”

She glanced at Cyrus. “My name is Gwen. Well, that’s not what I meant to say.” Her confounded face now looked quizzical rather than confounded. Even as a pony, she’s still pretty. Wait. Did I just think what I think I thought?

Steve turned to her and said, “Let me try. My name’s Sticks Rimshot. Well, that’s definitely not it. Let me try again.”

Steve.

“Sticks.”

Steve.

“Sticks.”

STEVE!

“STICKS!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. He fell on his rump panting. Red continued his giggle fit.

“Well, my name’s Nick.” Red spoke. “And that’s exactly what I meant to say!” He giggle, falling to the floor. “You all get funny names, but I stay the same! Ha!”

Gwen’s face contorted in anger. “Stop laughing! Stop, stop stop!” She began kicking Nick, but he just laughed harder.

Firemane and Cyrus were still crying hysterically. Sticks STEVE!! turned to face the Nerd, who was the only one not freaking out uncontrollably.

“Hey,” Sticks said. It’s Steve! “You’re the guy who was sitting with the computer in the coffeshop, right?”

Nerdy looked at him, and said with a grin, “Yeah I was. Isn’t this place great! I’ve dreamed of this happening ever since I first saw My Little Pony! My names Penn by the way. Well, actually it’s not, but apparently being shifted to Equestria makes us incapable of speaking our human names and replaces them with pony names. It seems to filter all profanity too. So, does that mean that whenever Applejack says ‘what the hay’ she’s trying to curse? This does bear thinking on.”

Sticks/Steve Looked at Penn in shock. Had he heard correctly? My Little Pony? No, Penn must have been talking too fast.

“Did you just say ‘My Little Pony’?” Sticks asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

“Yes, I did. To be precise, we are in the fourth generation of the show, as we can tell by the appearance of everything around us. It is odd that our brains are rendering this three-dimensional word to us in this way. It appears two-dimensional, just like the show! I wonder how this is even possible! Are things really two dimensional, or is it just…”

Penn kept talking, but Sticks wasn’t listening anymore. My Little Pony. That stupid show for little girls? That’s just… no way.  Penn’s babbling continued, but Sticks was now focused on the ponies outside the force field. That thought is wrong on so many levels. Ponies and force fields.

They were no longer discussing with each other, and were now just watching the insanity inside the bubble. The rainbow-haired one asked Purple, “Umm, Twilight? That box made the weirdest ponies I’ve ever met. And I’ve met Pinky Pie, so that’s saying something!”

Twilight the purple pony looked at the flying pegasus. “Rainbow Dash, I already told you, the box didn’t create these ponies! It just cast a teleportation spell on them. I can also detect an emotional shift spell, and that’s why they are all acting so crazy! The red one has an amusement spell cast on him, the white one has a sadness spell. The green one has a rage spell on her, and the blue has been hit by a confusion spell! The grey one has a wonder spell on him, and the brown one-”

She was interrupted by the pink pony. “Oooh, I know! The brown one is looking at us! He has a ‘Can See Pinky, Dashy, and Twily’ spell on him!” She began bouncing up and down, with a resounding Boing! Every time she catapulted herself into the air.

The one named Twilight turned and faced Sticks. She grinned sheepishly at him.

Sticks grinned back, blushing for some reason. No way, I do NOT think that pony is pretty! She isn’t even the same… Oh God, she is!

He regained his composure. “Umm, my name is Sticks. You said something about teleportation?”