Odyssey to Canterlot: Vital Components

Vital glanced over to the woman with him, admiring her figure and how close they were, but annoyed at the emotional disconnection they shared. He had been happy to get someone to talk to, but that was exactly the problem. They weren’t talking. Vital scowled, and started his master plan. He began to hum.

They walked at a controlled gait, enjoying the sun and peace. Or at least, Vital was, as he started a higher pitched melody, with Spectrum grinding her teeth. “Watch out, the ground ahead can be fairly unstable, and we don’t want to hurt ourselves by falling or something like that.” Spectrum sighed in relief, her ears aching. but it was cut off short as the resonance started once more within Vital’s mouth.

“Ya know, I would really like a break from the humming, it’s getting old.” The humming stopped, though Vital brought his hand to his mouth, watching Spectrum as he walked backwards, inspecting his silent companion. As he opened his mouth though, he let out a gasp and started flailing about; almost falling into the chasm they were now crossing above. Spectrum shot forward like an arrow, grabbing the front of Vital’s shirt and pulling, ripping it off in the process.

Vital let out a long, raucous laugh that was just a little infectious, as Spectrum giggled as well. Then again, Spectrum was also blushing, staring at the washboard abs that the young man now revealed. “Sorry, looks like I’m topless now.” Spectrum shook her head as she placed a hand on it.

“Just don’t be an idiot, alright? You could’ve gotten yourself killed.” Spectrum passed by him, acting as cold as always, but Vital wasn’t letting this end here.

“Ah, you actually do care. You know what? Since you don’t like the humming, let me sing you a song for this wonderful occasion. Now let’s see... what would be the right tune, perhaps ‘Love is in Bloom’?” Spectrum screamed at the offer.

“HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT SONG? How do you feel so safe here? How can you just act like there isn’t death and destruction all around us, and that this isn’t some deadly trip, but instead an Apple family road trip?” Spectrum was fuming, centimeters from his face, and he didn’t flinch, but instead blew air into Spectrum’s eyes. “Augh!”

“Spectrum, we agreed not to say anything about ourselves. In fact, you seemed to prefer it that way, so no questions. Remember that.” Vital smiled at her, a glint in his eyes challenging Spectrum. Daring her to react, to not speak. Spectrum sighed.

“Fine, new deal then. We keep the important stuff a secret, the parts of us we can’t show, we don’t. But if it means getting you to stop humming and some damned answers, I’m willing to talk. I’ll even give you first shot.” Vital stopped, pondering what might be the best choice. The right question to ask to open up their relationship and get Spectrum and him to be friends.

His eyes drifted as he thought, but his mind screeched at himself as he wrenched them upwards. No, that wasn’t what he needed to think about at all. His eyes moved again, his mind pondering. The coat was just a bit too- NO! It didn’t matter. he needed a deep and thoughtful question for the beautiful woman next to him not something stupid like, “What’s your chest size?”

Spectrum turned on a small rock pillar, glancing downward to the chasm as her face lit up with heat. Vital had smacked himself and almost fallen off the piece of the bridge he’d been standing on. His eyes spoke of curiosity and fear as he looked at her over his hand. Spectrum remembered when she first got to high school, how many guys had watched her body with the same gaze. It hurt, remembering those days that were so close, yet also so far. Vital started saying, “You don’t.”

“C cup. Not like you’ll ever see them. My turn, and if you’re going to ask something like that,” Spectrum somehow blushed further, glancing at Vital’s slightly exposed ribs, but mainly the abs, “I may as well know how long your cock is.” There was a tense moment as Vital now blushed, unable to make eye contact with the pretty woman in front of him. And then he started chuckling.

“Now now, that isn’t something you tell someone you’ve just met.” Vital blinked, but that was still enough time to not see the fist come across his face as he had been expecting. Spectrum struck him so hard that he had to take a few steps back, steps so far as to take him right off the bridge.

Spectrum grabbed his arm, but it was too late as she felt her own footing give out from under her as Vital’s weight brought her down. She gripped a railing on the last piece of bridge, seeing the almost thirty-foot drop that awaited the two. Her arm burned, the right shoulder joint threatening to simply tear off. An added force was added to her left arm as Vital pulled himself upward, wrapping an arm around her neck and gripping Spectrum’s left shoulder.

What was the idiot doing? Damnit, she had the strength, but her shoulder felt like it was going tear off, weakened from the pull of the initial grab she’d made. “Relax Spectrum.” She turned her head and saw Vital’s confident blue eyes staring back. “Relax your arm and let us slip back a bit. Trust me.”

“Are you insane? I relax and we plummet, and as you so painfully like to point out, NEITHER OF US ARE PEGASI!” No words came from her companion as he simply kept his gaze up. No challenge, no threats, just calm assurance. Spectrum barely whispered, “If we die, you are going to pay.” And relaxed.

For about a second, her arm felt okay. The pressure went away for a moment and then tripled in a blinding flash. However, Vital Point was already moving his second arm, placing it on Spectrum’s right shoulder. Her sight went pure white with pain, the blue girl’s grip threatening to break the crude iron she held onto. But then, nothing. In fact, her shoulder still felt the same pressure, but not nearly the same pain.

“Go now.” Spectrum agreed as she lifted herself centimeter by centimeter, finally getting her left hand onto the rail as well. She lifted herself further and screamed, “Now!” Vital seemed to understand as he lifted himself by Spectrum’s shoulders, jumping off the small of her back and scrabbling for a hand hold. Spectrum lifted herself the rest of the way up, with Vital only moments behind.

The two lay there panting, trying to calm down. Vital started chuckling again, and Spectrum groaned as she heard the familiar tone. “Alright, I didn’t answer and you saved my life. I think that deserves another question.” Spectrum let out a laugh of her own, startled at how genuine it actually felt.

“Fine, let’s start with the shoulder trick. What the fuck did you do to me? Got a horn in that mess of green hair of your’s or something?” The two grinned at each other, sitting up and looking at the fall they had almost taken just now.

“Nah, nothing quite that powerful. It has to do with my special talent, actually. Before all of this,” Vital gestured to the broken buildings, the deteriorated bridge, and the inactive mechs that lay in the gorge, “I was a masseuse. As for what I did to your shoulder, I merely put the joint back into place. It eased the pain you were in, but I could have shattered it if you had been putting extra stress on it. Sorry for not explaining it then.”

“Wow. So what were you, the princess’s personal masseuse?” Spectrum and Vital had started walking, but now Vital stopped.

“That’s two questions, so uhm, you don’t get to…” He had barely eked out the words as Spectrum came over to him, a blush coating his face. “Well, if you must know, yes. And we always did the proper style of massaging, and I always worry what will happen when I think about what she kept hidden under those robes. Especially when around other girls.” Spectrum glared at him, and tried one more time. “Look, nude massages were my specialty, but I can only keep myself calm during them.”

Spectrum grabbed his hand and pulled Vital onwards. “Don’t worry about it, I hear she was always about my size anyways. It is a little annoying though, since you can probably imagine just what I look like now.” Spectrum stopped suddenly and turned to Vital. “Wait, if they were your specialty, why did you have to know what my chest size was?”

Vital started walking again, sighing. “I worked for Twilight for a year, and when I started working with Twilight I didn’t get out much. I loved the time with her, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. But I was sixteen then, and twenty-five now, and you’re the first person I’ve seen other than Twilight since I started working for her and I’ve been a bit lonely.” Vital smiled at Spectrum, and Spectrum almost went for a hug, changing her mind at the last moment.

“Why did you have to be so alone?” Finally Vital shook his head.

“Sorry, but I think you’ve asked too many, and I still have a question or two for you. Also, your information is wrong. Twilight’s breasts started growing when she became an alicorn, and she reached F-cup before stopping. Sorry.” Spectrum screamed in frustration.

“DAMN IT! Even that egghead had to beat me? Kinda helped you think you had a chance with the stallions when there was at least one princess that was your size.” The two laughed over the fact, the tension from before gone. Yes, this was exactly what Vital had been hoping for.

“Alright, now for my next question. Let’s see... the body bag is out of the question, though I like the string; makes handling it a lot easier. Therefore, my question is whether or not you you’re related to the infamous Rainbow Dash?” Spectrum paused, halting for just a moment. And then the bridge shook. Vital looked down at his feet and then turned back to Spectrum, a distant look in his eyes.

“Twilight, run.”

And then the ground collapsed underneath him.