Gold Finger’s Hotel

Chapter 1: Gold fingers to be.

You know that feeling? That dread of a low end job? The sorrow of being a nobody? Oh yea, call me an asshole if you want, but once you have been riding the high tide for the whole duration of your damn life, only to find yourself falling down hard and fast, the crash is quite a freaking shock. I know most of you would not understand, but look at it from my perspective for a moment.

He is manly, he is handsome, he is young, he has freaking raven hair, red eyes, a muscular build, one meter eighty seven centimeters of height, an impressive jawline and all the freaking charm! Who is he?! Rodolfo de la Vega! Heck yes!

…

Okay, look, maybe I was not the most important guy, but it is true that I wasn’t exactly your common bloke. Those red eyes? Completely true, and without albinism too, with an added bonus of better eyesight than what I should have and a pretty good night vision, so I wasn’t going to complain. I was a big guy when I was born and I kept the trend, not only having a wide back but also a metabolism that basically encourages my body to build a lot of muscle mass. It seems to be some kind of medical condition that common animals show MUCH more than humans, I mean, there is a photo of a female dog that looks like it can rip the throat off of Hercules with no sweat with how muscular she is!

As far as those two things are concerned I am a bit of a mutant, or at least an anomaly, or maybe a superior specimen of human, which is my favorite. Whether I am really special and good beyond the normal scope or things or not I don’t really know, but what I know is that I am not your average Joe when it comes to a few things. Hell, I need to eat double, if not triple, what a normal person has to, otherwise I am pretty much screwed, so don’t think that these advantages come cheap.

Now, as far as charm goes? I suppose that is not exactly inherently MINE as much as I was a suave asshole and a bit of a douchebag because I had cash. Why am I telling you this? Because once I found myself in this situation I also found out that I had lost my balls. I mean, yeah, I have pretty sick black hair, and I don’t even need to comb it to keep it nice and in place, it probably helps that it never grew too long, giving quite the stylish look without doing jack to keep it. Not only is my hair ‘fabulous’ and a firm, but I have, or had, a suave expression always plastered in my face, and that probably helps, alongside that manly jawline of mine, though I think that is there just because I am built like a tank by default. But charm? That one probably blew away with everything else.

Let’s get into the meat of this, that way it will be fair for you too, okay? Okay.

I fucked up, and ironically it wasn’t that big of a fuckup when you think about it after the fact.

So step by step: I am twenty three years old, I have gone to the best colleges, I have been with the cream of the cream and I have done nothing wrong, ever, at least no more than any other normal person. I know a lot of people say that peer pressure is something strong, more so in the higher echelons, but I never gave a fuck. Why? Because why should I? I had fun, I teased the ladies, I got what I wanted and I had decent grades without cheating, though I have to say that I am not as mentally strong as I am more a physical man, even if in the past I would’ve boasted my ass out. Really, there was not much sense to boasting now that I felt like crap, but yes: Boasting WAS something I did a lot of before this.

‘But’, you’ll say, ‘how could I be feeling like shit if I had everything and I never did anything wrong?’. WELL! Let me tell you that NOT doing anything wrong EVER only means that you didn’t do shit UNTIL you actually did it, which means that EVER basically translates to that oh so beautiful phrase that many of us have read or heard so many times.

‘It was not until that fateful day…’

In case you don’t know about it, which probably is fucking impossible, the internet is a thing. You can visit anywhere in the internet, see anything, and get your rocks off doing exactly the same thing: Anything. I could play games, watch porn or art, read or whatever I wanted. Everyone has kinks, secret hobbies or they do something between closed doors that others don’t like. For example, here, let me give you a scoop on my brother Mortimer: Big dude, bigger than me, has the same condition as I, he is going to be a great football player… and he loves Barbies, to the point that he cosplays as her boyfriend when he thinks nobody's looking.

I swear I am not making that shit up.

Anyway, as you may imagine, most common people don’t give a crap if someone else likes X or Y as far as it doesn’t hurt others or it is not too… let’s leave this part to the imagination mmkay? I mean it too: One of my few REAL buddies was what my family calls a nobody, heck, I was a bit of an ass and said the same thing to him a few times (I never said I was that good of a person before I got this heavy duty spanking mind you), but he didn’t gave a fuck. Most people just don’t care about your fantasies since they are used to that crap by now.

He was very open with everything he liked or didn’t like too, and he avoided those topics that got others in a bad mood and he made it clear that if someone wanted to know about something he would tell, but if they didn’t like it he would just shrug and keep doing it. Heck, his friends knew he loves BDSM, latex, and is a submissive guy to the core, and if someone disliked that, then the conversation between the two never happened again when it came to such topics. True, they give him some crap, but that is what friends usually do to jab at others just for some fun. No, if people with money and power let that slip? Oh man, that would be a SHIT STORM and you would end up ridiculed and shamed in public faster than you can blink so someone else can move on your turf or simply fuck your life up to get rid of part of your influence if nothing else.

So, what happens when a portal to a different world is found hmmm? You probably think that is awesome as all get together I bet, and we all did too… until we found out that the new world had been connected to another one a few months beforehand. This new world? Some called it Equus, but for humans it translated mostly to Equis, the same as the language that almost every sentient (and there is a lot) creature in that world uses.

What is the predominant species of that world? Ponies.

I kid you not: Multicolor fucking ponies. Usually as tall as one meter in height, with around seventy five centimeters as the smallest for most adults, while some can reach one meter fifty at best. These little guys are around seventy five to ninety percent female, which seems to be a trend for most evolved creatures of their world. They do not use technology extensively, and while it is in part because they don’t have the know how, it is also because their world uses magic, and magic seems to say ‘Fuck you’ to highly advanced technology if it harms the planet. In exchange for this ‘lack’ in advancement magic permeates their bodies and gives them extreme longevity (comparatively speaking), regenerating resources (From coal to gold, gems and the like) and many other humbling powers that humans can only dream of.

Oh, also, their leaders are the apex of their species, the highlight of their evolution: Fucking alicorns. This means that they have the strength of an Earth Pony (‘Normal’ ponies that have strength that roughly equals the strength of a human with my condition, or probably more, most probably more), the agility and capability of flight of a pegasus (I shit you not, there are pegasy out there), and, of course, the magic skill of an unicorn (once again, no shitting done). They are also immortal as far as everyone knows and have capabilities that range from moving the sun and moon of their world, manipulating emotions such as love, or firing the death star beam from the tip of their horn.

You probably don’t want to know how humanity found about that, but let’s say no one was hurt. The moon did get a facelift though and now ponies are on everyone’s minds when they look up during the night.

Ponies, and most, if not all, of the species of this world have the opposite approach to most things when compared to humanity. This means they are usually (yes, only usually) friendly, open to new things and quite ready to accept people’s differences… sadly, that also goes with a big problem that humans have, only upped to eleven: Herd mentality.

You want to argue that humans don’t have such a thing? Let me say this: If a single guy shows balls of steel and faces off against a fucking demon from hell, you’ll see a lot other people do the same thing because THAT ONE BIG BALLED DUDE went first. If someone runs though, most others will do the same, which has been proven many times in history and will be proven ad nauseum.

For ponies that means that if someone thinks of you a monster, then mostly everyone else around that one pony will do the same. Luckily for us, after we were done making asses of ourselves (I do not mean ass as in the species, they are also sentient and quite intelligent in Equis), we had the princesses’ attention first, instead of the rest of the ponies, or this would’ve gone to hell quite quickly. Instead of that, we all made friends (after we got wiped good) and thanks to this new relationship magic poured to Earth with ease, giving us a much greater lifespan, those regenerating resources and it also allowed our world to slowly mend itself after we fucked it so much. Of course much of our technology had to be retrofitted to work with mana crystals in conjunction with electricity, but it wasn’t that big a deal as many want to believe.

This, to most of humanity, meant change, and change, for humanity, is not good. It also meant that humanity had been giving a world wide spanking when Celestia decided that our leaders had overstepped their bounds with some of their declarations (we wanted to do like the Romans and basically own their asses. Some politicians should never be allowed to be such a thing.), and the ‘defacing’ of our moon was an offense to humanity as a whole, you know, because we were totes justified when we told the ponies that we were going to be the ones in charge just because we had guns.

You know, because helping us understand magic, giving us longer lifespan, healing cancer and most other illnesses and many, many, many other advantages that came from them allowing magic to permeate Earth was oh so fucking horrible a thing, you don’t even know.

Anyway, you probably see where I am going.

The OH SO TERRIBLE thing I did was to defend the ponies.

You know, ‘cos they are cute and shit…

And…

Well…

I had bad luck okay? I did something with someone, something I shouldn’t have done, and I got sick. I knew I shouldn’t have done it, she knew we shouldn’t have done it, she was married, I knew it, we fucked up, and somewhere in the middle of that night one of us, I don’t know which, managed to get a little germ that would’ve messed us up if it wasn’t because of the ponies. It was quickly swept under the rug though, and thankfully the ponies happened mere days afterwards, so you can see why I would be grateful to them.

Ironically enough, the one to send me to the deepest part of this abyss was the one woman I had done the nasty with. She knew we owed our asses to those little guys and she still found herself feeling so high and mighty that I was nothing more than a worm to her, in fact she told me, haughty and feeling confident, that this was her revenge for what I had done. What I had done? BITCH! We did it together, so if you want to fuck with me, you get fucked too. So, what did I do after that?

Two things, and the first one was pleasing as all hell: I had recorded our encounter, mostly for bragging rights, but now it wasn’t even blackmail. I sent it to her husband and let the fireworks illuminate the beautiful night sky when they went at each other’s throats the day after. Such beautiful music.

The second thing wasn’t as pleasing, because I was all but assaulted by my family as a whole (Except my brother, best bro that ever was and ever will be, so don’t give him shit about the Barbie thing, okay?). I was insulted and humiliated because I thought of ‘animals’ as our betters or equals, and of course I was supposed to be ashamed because I was an adulterer (And, to tell the truth, that wasn’t my first time doing it, so I was supposed to feel even worse.), them I was publicly shamed for oh so many other things that I don’t have the patience to tell you all of them.

Now, I am not complaining, and no, I don’t consider adultery a ‘bad thing’. Marriage is one thing made by humans for some reason that I have never understood; we could either have multiple mates (both men AND women) or not and it would not matter all that much, but someone at some point said ‘We have to do it like this! Because it is wrong otherwise!’ and everyone nodded in agreement. People are skittish like that, but it is still the same thing with gay people or those that change their sex. So no, I didn’t consider what I did something wrong, it just doesn’t conform to the norm that every single person in the world seems to agree on for some fucking reason.

Anyway, long story short: I was kicked out of my home and the word spread that I was a sympathizer of the little equines. The more proactive people encouraged me, heck, I got some recognition by some important guys, but let’s be honest here: Most people still crapped their pants when they thought about Celestia or any of the other princesses. Heck, most people didn’t even want to find themselves alone with any kind of pony because most of our technology had adapted well, but as far as weapons go? Back to swords and bows, conquer me that castle! Yeah, that and public transportation that wasn’t efficient or clean didn’t seem to work anymore, and Princess Twilight assured us that this was so because magic itself was a living thing and didn’t want us harming our world since it was already pretty much screwed for the time being.

I think she also said something about someone named Discord back then, but Princess Cadance made sure to shush her, so it was probably something no one should question.

But yea: I was fucked. Great physical condition, nice looks, easy going attitude when I wasn’t trying to get the girls and, yes, a bit of an ass, but not exactly the worst person ever, alongside a decent brain and grades. I was supposed to get a good spot in at least a decent workplace, something that would only get better the further I went in my studies, and what did I get? Nothing. I got the boot, hateful looks and that is it.

I was alone because while my few real friends wanted to help, most, if not all, of their families had made it clear I was not welcome. No one wanted to hire me because I was an alien lover and because my family had enough say to blacklist me everywhere back home. I was thrown out without any of my things except for my laptop (Luckily computers and the internet stood strong after a few tweaks) and a few clothes I could snag. I lasted little more than a week around home once the shit hit the fan, then I did my best to leave that damn city and every bad memory behind, walking around for a month or two until I just gave up because the fallout of all that just followed me like a lost puppy that didn’t want to go away.

Que in the cavalry, and by cavalry I mean someone that was seeking people for what you’d call an exchange program, and you get where I am now.

Okay, so not much of an exchange program to be sincere, mostly because it was just humans going to this new world or to Equis. As it stood there were ponies willing to accept some humans back in Equis and this new world that I mentioned earlier. Since the world, which the ponies allowed us humans to call Eden because it was a paradise world as far as our drones could tell, had been only sparsely colonized. A few islands close to the portal were the only places with anything built at all, but it was a very good place to initiate relations, with some of us going with the ponies to their own home so we could meet the natives.

Every city in Equis was willing to accept a single human, a few were bolder than that, but only humans that passed a test given by the princesses that would make sure none of those accepted were violent or had any extremely negative trait in them. At first this was taken as a bit of an offense, but Celestia made sure to explain her reasoning behind this in detail.

While ponies are actively open and friendly there ARE some that are utterly evil, as well as some people from other species that could be called monsters. Having us, the new species, adding fuel to the fire was NOT accepted as far as they were concerned because it has been only a few years since every big bad evil had been put in their place by the Elements of Harmony and Celestia wasn’t about to put up with that shit (The last part had been added by Celestia’s sister once Celestia tried to be delicate with what she said and people kept pushing).

This test also had a very important function: It was there to determine which ones could accept Equis’ rules. This is pretty damn important because most humans thought that the ponies, since they seemed very similar in many ways once some people decided to get to know them, would also behave like us. Most humans considered that all they had seen could very well relate to how they operated, or at least they tried to think of it as something relatable.

The truth is… they don’t think like we do in all senses.

First big difference? A physical one: Ponies are physically malleable. What does it mean? Well, a pony could bed a dragon, okay? And dragons are a thing, yea, as well as big as some of our tales, or more, so you can understand where I am going with this. This also leads me to an even bigger difference, a mental one: Ponies mature mentally quite quickly, so what we would consider a kid is, in fact, still a kid physically, but in most cases they know about sex and, most probably, will not be virgins after they are ten, eleven or twelve. So yeah, if you like them young you probably would like it here, except you probably wouldn’t if you ONLY like them young, but more on that later.

Herds, or harems, are a common thing, and very few marry since it is looked down upon, much like any addiction on their side (Though some ponies are permitted such things, like alcohol addiction, if that is what their cutie mark, or talent, is geared towards). This meant that a single lover is very rare, and free love is common, though usually with a few guidelines that are different for every pony or herd, even married couples. However, despite how ideal this sounds, only those that want to be with each other (Either for one singular time or many) can do so, otherwise that malleable perk I mentioned would work at the reverse and hurt not only the one receiving, but the one giving too, thanks to the magic inherent to any and all ponies (and other creatures).

That basically came to say that if anyone wanted to hump a kid just because they only liked and wanted kids, then that would be considered bad and it would hurt both of them, which in turn would be considered a transgression similar to rape by their law and the offender would be fucked beyond belief.

Believe me when I say there is not a word that fits the punishment other than ‘fucked’. Rape and abuse are capital crimes that have been stomped clear of their world because doing it means the cruelest thing in existence, and thanks to that danger no one has done it in so long that the punishment is thought to be a legend. Celestia, however, made it clear that she was more than willing to prove it true if ANY creature did such a thing to her little ponies, and she would do it in public to prove a point if she needed to.

Celestia can be scary as hell, but at least she loves her little ponies more than most our rulers ever did, so kudos.

After that you had to add the fact that females (mares) are in charge of almost everything, that means that mares also tend to be the ones to make advances. That was an interesting and different change, something feminist at first liked, until Celestia put her hoof down and told them that this was so just because there were more mares than stallions, so no female could abuse their power and go unpunished.

That was soon followed by the fact that almost everything, except a very few things, don’t have a standard price but are haggled upon (More a custom than anything else as far as I learned). Then we have the fact that most ponies go around nude and, this one got to me really badly, also the tiny detail about meat not being exactly common, or cheap, in pony society. Just like that everyone got the problems you may face right after you get into pony society in quick succession, but they are not every single difference.

Yeah, I didn’t joke when I said it: A lot of species on their world are sentient and intelligent, and while there are wild cows/boars in some places, you will only see fish and some species of chicken as just ‘animals’. I even heard that while dogs and cats may act ‘animal like’, they are in truth pretty smart, but they are just like any other creature and may prefer to just be pets or do their own things.

Oh yes, you also had to accept that while benevolent and always thinking about their followers, Celestia had total power of all ponykind as well as anyone else that was officially part of Equestria. This was seen as tyrannical of most, but what many people don’t realize is that any monarch is a tyrant, the only difference is if they are good or bad when they rule. Religion was also kind of abolished since it had done mostly harm, and you didn’t really need to believe in Celestia for her to do her job, plus there were living gods around that didn’t care if you worshiped them or not, so as said: No religion really allowed because it was just another headache for Celestia to look after.

All in all I think only twenty of us got lucky? I think less, as in I think I am doubling the number of people that got in, but I wasn’t given the exact number. Most weren’t exactly ready to accept the fact that they did things so differently in many ways, others didn’t want to give up their religious or their political beliefs, while others were appalled at how sex was approached, didn’t like the idea of a market working like it did, or, well, many, many other things that most people just didn’t feel ready to accept or deal with.

I thought I could get lucky by this point you know? I mean, I was one of the few, so I thought I could go to the top, to a life that I had known since day one of my life, until less than a month ago. I really felt my confidence swell once more and I was starting to think that I would end with a noble, maybe even with the princesses themselves, and get back to my feet. I was elated of such a chance and I was once more happy when I managed to get into a position many would call privileged once more.

I swear that I had never felt so bad as I did when I found myself alone and with nothing to my name. It literally was me being forced to see the world in a new light, and I feel ashamed to say that I felt desperate after only one day without eating or doing anything other than drink some water. Since the ponies appeared the world was turning to be a better place at incredible speed, with a lot of surplus food, few bad sicknesses remaining and all, but to feel desperate after a day without food after so many people had suffered infinitely worse than me? I… I was just used to have all I wanted that I didn’t care, I just felt as if I had been dealt the worst hand in life that I could draw.

Which is why I think you’ll find me a complaining like a little bitch, with no redeeming qualities whatsoever, and deserving of no sympathy, once I tell you that I was crushed when I found out what I was given as my destination.

I was to work at the Gold Finger resort, specifically the Gold Finger hotel. No goldfinger: Gold Finger, as in the name, as in the mare. As I was going to be an errand boy under someone that wasn’t even considered a noble, just a wealthy pony.

No high position, no fanfare, no fame, just a worker: Someone that would bring you your food when you ring a bell.

I swear I palled when I read that.

Me? A servant? I almost sputtered and I felt THIS close to losing my shit. I had been here with more than a hundred other humans, I had passed the test that less than ten percent had managed to stomach... and I was to be a servant!? I didn’t care about this whole resort being a damn island in Eden, a place that was literally a paradise, I just hated the fact that I was going to be something I considered the lowest of the low in the command chain!

But wait for a moment and let me tell you that this song changed its tune once I talked with Celestia herself for a while.

She didn’t even raise her voice, she didn’t narrow her eyes at any point, she didn’t do anything you’d consider aggressive or the like, and yet I felt that I was the biggest shit in existence after I told her what I thought of this all. Why? Because once she started talking I was floored to the point of wishing for a space in the corner that I could claim as mine so I would be able to crawl there and die. I suppose that living for as long as she has does give a perk or two, like how to know what to say, when to say it and to whom.

I am not going to say I changed my tune only for that, but I found the idea of working like this a little less aggravating because, as she had said, I would be in a new world, I could carve my own niche after a while, and unlike before the ponies came, I would not have just a few years, but at least a good hundred, maybe two hundred, before I started feeling any kind of erosion by age, if at all. I had a really long life I could enjoy in a paradise world, maybe I could also make a name of myself in Equis if I wanted to down the line, and I was going to waste it by being negative an uppity? Oh I was going to complain alright, but suddenly I felt much better instead of how down in the dumps I had been.

Then I met my boss.

She wasn’t Gold Finger, she was Spoiled Rich, and she was a fucking piece of art.

I got the chance to meet her face to face yesterday, and oh my fucking god, that mare is a bitch. If you have ever heard of her, if you ever have the displeasure of meeting her, then you will understand why I am feeling like shit right now.

While childish when compared to what humans can do, her words did struck a cord for someone like me. I had gone from a wealthy position to being a nobody without cash or anything to its name other than what I owned in my pack, and all of that was both charged (my laptop) or clean (clothes) because I had been given a place to stay until we were all off, so I got little to nothing before leaving Earth. That, and I was lucky that my test caught HER attention specifically, and she made freaking sure I got it drilled in my head. I was basically told that I owed her for getting this chance, otherwise I would’ve been back home, with nothing and no one, and both of us knew what that would mean to someone that had been getting close to a very deep damn depression.

Once again, I know most of you will not sympathize, but I grew under different conditions than most of you did. I was used to the idea of being amongst the cream of the cream, of the best, of the wealthy of… Yes, I miss that, and I thought I was going to be like that again, but instead of that… well…

I suppose that I would have been much better if I hadn’t had that discussion with a colorful damn horse that managed to insult me for two hours straight, a horse that, while half my damn height, could easily kick my ass, and physically speaking I am probably one of the best representatives of our world thanks to this little ‘mutation’ of mine. I will be frank: I had never been in the receiving end of any kind of humiliation like that pony can dish out.

…

I probably sound quite pathetic right now, don’t I?

FINE! I am whining. You happy? Celestia told me in passing to take this as a humbling moment; a year or two, or however many I liked, living life on the other end of the spectrum. I had NEVER been humble, and I’ll admit I never felt a need to. Everyone keeps saying that no one is better than anyone else, but that is a damn lie: You ARE better than someone else in something, and you have to go with what makes you strong. To say everyone is equal is a big fat lie, and the sooner you realize it, the better, because trying to be like everyone else, without playing for your strengths, is doing them, and you, a disservice. For that reason I never felt shy when it came to show what I had.

The problem is that what I had, to say the truth, was my body… and the power that came with money. Don’t misunderstand me here: I know I am not stupid, but most of what I learned was geared towards making things profitable, and right now I don’t have a business to run, instead I have a boss that runs a business, and she has the viper tongue needed to do so as well as the brains and the cold blood required for it all.

Look, I have no money, I have nobody I know by my side, my family gave me the boot and the first job I have had has my own boss looking down on me as a ‘Hairless primate that needs grrrrrooming’. This is not exactly humility, it is humiliation, and those are very different things.

“Fuck, this is balls.”

I let out a sigh and looked outside. I had to admit that the car was empty as heck, but this was the one route that was owned privately by Gold Finger, much like the island itself, or so I hoped. To have Spoiled Rich as the owner of that would literally be a pain in the ass. I was dreading the fact that she was going to come soon to discuss my contract and all, despite how necessary it was, and I was sincerely hoping that Gold would come at some point to relieve her of this damn duty so I could see anyone else but that damn harpy.

You know what? Fuck it, let’s talk about what was cool about the ride.

I was riding a train over water.

Yes, like fucking One Piece.

I know it has been a short time, and that most our technology’s refitting didn’t come from us, instead it came from Princess Twilight Sparkle’s help and knowledge, but man, this was awesome! It would take a long time to emulate this kind of control over the elements, but damn man, it was literally incredible to see the rails under the waves, perfectly fixed in place as the train moved forward.

From what I had been told Eden was devoid of animal life. What was that supposed to tell you? That was a hint to Eden’s biodiversity: it only had plants that regulated it all, and it was basically a ‘Terra’ based planet, so most plants could look weird, but it wasn’t a huge difference when it came to comparing it with Equis or Earth.

This meant that, without animals that could be harmed, and with all the flora regulating things, more magic could be used without disrupting anything at all, otherwise the magic itself wouldn’t have worked when using by someone that was trying to keep things in ‘harmony’. That, and it was kind of inconvenient that Earth’s portal led directly from the middle of a plain and almost into the middle of the ocean. Now, mix that with magic strong enough to knock any and all human’s more advanced vehicular ‘retrofits’ out of action because it is very much like electricity when it comes to how much a device can take before shorting out, and then you get why this kind of travel was necessary since it was still not safe to make boats out of the local plantlife, just in case some of it could get angry.

I’ll admit I may be petty with all this, after all, I AM getting a job, a roof and all… and an asshole of a boss in the process… But man, this was just one bit of magic and technology was incredible, and it was one of the reasons I found these little ponies so interesting. Was it really worth it to kick me out just because someone felt castrated after another species, of colorful little ponies no less, curb stomped our intent on annexing another planet after threatening them with violence?

Eh… if you look at it like that… yea, every single human probably lost their gonads after that.

Still! Before, during and after the test I had seen so much magic that I was wondering what I could do if I ever learned how to use it, though we were told it may be much easier for our kids than people that just up and got pumped full of it. Whatever the case I, like many others, had always liked fantasy, and while now it was not fantasy, because there was a world full of creatures that we thought WERE fantasy, it was an exciting prospect for me.

Not only that, but this old feeling that the train had? Just plain wood, a magical engine that used coal and expelled non toxic fumes? Minus the magic and non toxic, it had a feeling of nostalgia to it. Most ponies did prefer a life with little technology, and for me that meant so many possibilities.

On one side I was down because of what I had lost, as well as what I was supposed to do to get back to my feet, but on the other I was excited for this new experience and a chance in such a new and exotic place.

*Flash!*

I blinked a few times at both the sound effect and the effect itself. I was sitting alone, in front of a table, with no one else in this specific train ride other than Spoiled Rich (as far as I knew), and I had just received a piece of paper out of nowhere. Do ignore the fact that I was nearly blinded and focus on the fact that I had just been mailed something just by teleporting it in front of me, with the train in motion. Damn that had been awesome.

Picking up the paper, reading it and digesting the information wasn’t so awesome though.

“YOU WANT ME TO WHAT?!”

Author's Note

Sooo... yeah. New story. I had originally wanted to update others this month, but this idea has been nagging at me since I returned to fimfiction. I decided to go ahead, say 'fuck it' and do it. Hope you guys like where this is going to go.