The Stick of Truth: Equestria

Cloudsdale

The city made of Clouds and home to the main Pegasus population of Equestria, Cloudsdale was ablaze with excitement. The white clouds that made up the massive flying cityscape always made the Pegasus's home bright, even in the nighttime. But now, many lanterns, made up of clouds, blazed with magical fires, all in different colors. Pegasus after Pegasus streamed into the massive cloud Colosseum, the loud chatter of excitement hovering over the massive stream of ponies. Inside the Colosseum, the ponies continued to fill up the massive stadium. All around the stadiums massive walls, stuck to the clouds by magical means, were massive posters, all emblazoned with the large name: "The Wonder-bolts," under which was the picture of three Pegasuses, each dressed in a blue uniform, with goggles covering their eyes, each standing tall and proud. But there were other posters to, some promoting specialized products like hoof-polish and wing-treatments. But in the middle of all this was one massive poster. Instead of the Wonder-Bolts, this poster showed a Pegasus with Cyan fur, Pinkish violet eyes and Rainbow Mane. The Pegasus was posing heroically, her wings spread out behind her. This Poster read: "Rainbow Dash and her storm defying Buccaneer Blaze!" The Poster alone had been enough to get the excited masses in the stadium screaming for the show to start.

Inside the Stadiums office, Skilled-Commentator watched the masses filling up his Stadium. He'd been both Manager and Commentator of this Stadium for three years now and he knew he would still be here, three years later. The Pegasus ran a hoof through his brown Mane, smiling. He'd gotten lucky to organize this show before he stepped down from Commentator for the night. He was only commentating on the main shows. The small-stuff was for the interns. He settled back into the cloud-chair and tapped the magical microphone in front him. All set. The Pegasus checked through his program, grinning at the scheduled events. The Wonder-Bolts first to get the audience up and dancing, then he'd bring in Rainbow Dash and finish off the spectacle with a bang. He grinned. It was time to begin. However, right as he was about to speak, an intern sidled up to him from the other side of the office, sliding a piece of parchment over the enchanted table. Frowning, the commentator picked up the Parchment and read the letter. After a few seconds of scanning the neatly written letter, the Pegasus's face fell. With a sigh, Skilled-Commentator got off his seat, making his way towards the flight pits. He knew Rainbow Dash wouldn't like being told she wouldn't be able to fly. But he supposed that if Princess Celestia needed her, then the Rainbow maned Pegasus would be a little more understanding...hopefully.

The City of Las-Pegasus

The City of Las-Pegasus was a mishmash of giant skyscrapers, bars and casinos. Ponies, some in casual dress, others wearing nothing at all, wandered through the busy streets, drinking and laughing into the night. Many a pony could be seen slumped on a bench or in a gutter, sleeping off a hangover or some other intoxicant. Many ponies staggered around, into the bars to dance the night away, surrendering their pleasant day attitudes for a single night of debauchery. The bars were stocked full of drunk ponies and happy dancers, all swaying to the theme of rock style music. Many were sitting at the bar, sticking their muzzles into the mugs of cider, salt licks and other drinks that many would've considered illegal, in any other city. The "Cider Siesta" Bar was most popular, with a waiting line two streets long. Inside, the club was rather dark, with a loud rhythm pumping through the dance room, with a glass dance floor, almost completely obscured by a veritable army of dancing ponies. The bar was obscured by ponies, each one sitting on padded bar stool, each drinking furiously from thick mugs and from small bowls of salt lick.

The Pink, Poofy maned Earth Pony was sitting on the very end of the bar, a large mug of cider clasped in her hoof. A big grin was spread across her face, her wide, happy blue eyes watching the dancing ponies. She was eager to dance and party herself but she had to be careful. Despite her usual instincts to party the night away, her friend had warned her not to do something so impulsive and thus antagonize any ruffians amongst the crowd. The Earth Pony pulled her mug closer to her and sipped it. It wasn't the same as her friends brand of Cider but it was still tasty. It had a slight tang that hit the back of her throat as it went down, tingling the back of her throat. The Pink Pony had to be careful with it, in case she wanted to get drunk and collapse some of the other ponies she'd seen outside the club. The Pink Pony sighed at the thought of her friends cider. She missed her friends and the parties that they'd had together over the past few months. But she supposed that every-pony needed a holiday. And she'd never been to Las-Pegasus.

"Miss Pinkie Pie?" The Pink Pony turned her head. The Bartender was standing in front of her. With his Cliched tux and long, twiddly mustache, the Bartender could've come out of any cheesy movie. "A message from the Gentle-colt at the other end." He slid a small, folded square of parchment across the counter, before pointing across the counter. The Pink Pony's eyes widened as she saw the golden armored stallion, standing by the bar. She quickly snapped up the parchment and read the letter. The Pink Pony's face split into a wide grin. "Tell mister guard over there that I'm on my way!" The Bartender nodded and returned to the guard. The Pink Pony quickly drained her drink. She was coming home!

Saddle-Arabia

The desert markets of Saddle-Arabia were often crammed with ponies, some sitting on blankets under the hot sun, trinkets spread out around them for sale to any passing tourists, whilst others sat under large parasols, keeping the sun but not the heat off them as they too bartered for brightly colored ceramics and other such items. Two ponies, one a alabaster white Unicorn with a purple mane and bright blue eyes, the other a yellow furred Pegasus with a long pink mane and tail sat under a parasol at one of the many open cafes, each sipping from brightly colored drinks. Both were smiling at each other, watching the many ponies, some in exotic wraps, others in travel clothes go about their business. The Alabaster Unicorn was sporting a large, wide brimmed hat which shielded her head against the sun. The Pegasus was sporting the same sort of hat, though not as brightly colored as the Unicorns. Both had been in Saddle-Arabia for two weeks now and both were enjoying their holiday. But something was missing. It wasn't the same without their four other friends to enjoy it with them.

"Excuse me ladies." Both Pegasus and Unicorn looked up from their drinks. A Golden armored Stallion was standing by their table. He smiled, placing a small package on the table. "Your friend sends her regards from Canterlot." The Golden stallion turned and walked away. The pair looked at each other. Their friend from Canterlot? The Unicorn quickly tore open the package. The Brown wrapping fell away to reveal a pair train tickets and a small roll of parchment with a small, golden seal. Both Ponies looked up at each, grinning. Swiftly downing their drinks, the pair got up. They had a train to catch.

Appaloosa

The dusty town of Appaloosa was little more than a Shanty-Town. Dust blasted, dilapidated houses were arranged in two lines opposite each other. The only major signs of life was the large saloon, set right in the middle of the town. It was what you might call the stereotypical saloon, with swinging doors and shutters. The Inside was sparsely furnished with a few, circular tables, each with several ponies sitting around them, large mugs and salt licks littered over the tables. An Earth Pony was sitting alone at one of the tables nearest the back of the Saloon. She had an Orange Coat with a blonde mane and tail. A pair of apple green eyes stared around at the Ponies from under the lid of a patched Stetson Hat. She sipped gently from a mug of cider. She'd been called here by a mysterious pony. Normally, she would've been visiting her family. But a job was a job. And if there were extra bits on offer, bits that could help with the upkeep of her farm, then she would be the first in line for the Job. If only her supposed employer would bother to show up. She'd been sitting here for the best part of three hours, watching each and every pony that had walked into the saloon. So far none of them had matched the description.

"Excuse me." Said a quiet voice. The Mare looked up. A Stallion was standing beside her. He was dressed in patchwork armor that covered the upper half of his brown fur. His pupils seemed unnaturally small, so much so that she couldn't tell what color the stallions eyes were. A headband, with what appeared to be a small skull made of stone attached to it. She smiled. He'd arrived at last. "Sorry about the wait. Some dumb-ass decided to get in my way." The Stallion sat beside the mare, grinning. "So you're interested?" The Mare nodded. The Stallion grinned widely. "Then let's ditch this place. It's freaking depressing." The pair stood together and walked out. Soon after the pair had left the Saloon, a stallion dressed in golden armor walked in. He strode straight up to the counter, holding up a picture of the Stetson wearing mare. The Bartender scratched his head, then pointed with his hoof to the empty table, explaining that the mare had left several minutes before. The armored Pony's eyes widened and he turned, sprinting out into the night, his eyes darting left and right. But there was no sign of the Stetson wearing mare.

Canterlot

Douche-Bags eyes snapped open again. The silent Earth Pony sat up, rubbing his hooves into his eyes, trying to clear the blurriness from his vision. The silent stallion looked around. The room he had been sleeping in was still very dark though a blueish tinge had started to creep through the windows. Judging from that tint, Douche-Bag guessed that it had to be early in the morning. He was exhausted. All he'd done that night was dream of that strange black cloud, a chilling laugh and then he'd wake up. The Earth Pony clambered out of the bed. Normally, Douche-Bag would've checked under the bed in case underpants gnomes attacked him again, trying to steal his underwear but he was to exhausted to care right at that minute. Since Ponies didn't wear underpants anyway, Douche-Bag doubted that the gnomes would exist here anyway. Walking into the bathroom, Douche-Bag splashed some cold water on his face. Staring into the mirror, Douche-Bag blinked tiredly at his reflection, watching his reflection blink back. Dark bags were under his eyes and his fur and mane stuck out in all directions. What was it called...Bed hair, that was it. The Silent Pony stared at his reflection for a few moments longer before returning to the bed and sitting on it. He briefly considered ringing the enchanted bell and getting something to eat but decided against it. He supposed he'd get breakfast later, when the rest of the castle woke up.

Douche-Bag sat in silence, watching the light outside his window change from its current dark hue to a lighter blue. He watched the sunrise with a feeling that might've been joy. Or trapped gas. Either one of those two. Today he would get to see the Stick of Truth one more time. He'd be able to see if it could get him home. Though...Douche-Bag supposed that if he was wrong, at least this world wasn't such a bad place. At least there were no governments here trying to harness his power to achieve their own goals...or crazy aliens trying to probe his anus. Douche-Bag leaned back into the chair, watching as the first rays of sunlight rose of the mountain tops. Yes...this world wasn't such a bad place to live...