Of Tentacles and Genderbending

I watch from the hill I sat myself on, staring through the sight of my rifle at the group. Most notable is that everyone is either anthro or 'catgirl', if that makes sense. Celestia and Luna seem to be anthropomorphic, fully furred with the strange knocked back knees artists like to draw them with, both are wearing armor so I can only tell by their faces and well... tails. Discord however, seems to be that interesting mix between human and his normal self, with mostly human traits. Flat face, beady eyes, slicked back hair, normal legs. He wears a miss-matched suit with just a pair of boxers, tighty whities. Seems unexpected for the face of chaos, but I suppose it makes some amount of- Oh they've changed to blue striped briefs. Seems like he sensed someone making sense of him.

Back to describing him, he has a normal human body with certain aspects of his original self sticking out, such as his horns out the top of his head, wings off his back, tail swishing behind him. I've always preferred this way of drawing characters, I'm not sure why though. He's changed to a pair of pink panties...

I quickly switch back to Celestia and Luna, I did not need to know how big his junk is. They seem to be preparing the elements now, glaring daggers at Discord as he just laughs. They seem slightly insulted but I feel as though Discord is laughing at me, and I give him a little snort. I guess it is kind of funny, and I suppose Luna and Celestia have already seen it so they weren't as bothered.

Oh, it seems I was the reason he was frozen laughing this time. The beam shoots from Celestia and Luna, does a couple fancy twirls in the air before slamming down upon Discord, freezing his ever laughing face for the next few millennia. I look on in interest as the rainbow wave shines across the land, changing everything back into a less chaotic mess of colors, which I'm ultimately thankful for. Discord's 'Chaos Land' always was an eyesore.

I get off the hill I was laying down on and brush off my suit, no sense letting such a work of art get dirty already, and work my way away from the battle ground. I don't think they need to see another 'human' wandering around right after they defeated the last one.

As I walk, I think about what I should do here and what Slender usually does. I find a place in a tame looking forest to think and sit down, staring up at the branches above me.

"Epsilon, remind me what our previous objective was."

"Sir" The female voice of Epsilon speaks up in my head "Our previous objective was to escape to the dimensional pod for extraction."

"And the result of that?" I ask, though I already know the answer.

In my eye, a popup is shown, giving me the data on 'my' most recent operation. 'Failure: Due to superiors planting explosives in the pod, all ten operatives had to get into the escape pods and fall randomly through the dimensional barriers around.'

I find it strange, because by now in the timeline I should have all twenty four AI, as well as a proper functioning dimensional pocket. Especially if there were ten operatives instead of five. Something isn't adding up and I don't like it.

Suddenly, it clicks and I start laughing. It starts off slow, menacingly, then slowly turn maniacal as I lose my mind slightly over the entire situation. It would be boring if I knew everything about my character, right? So of course the merchant changed my god damn timeline. I'll probably figure out magic before I get my entire technological stock.

"Sir, memory is destabilizing. Restabilize?"

I slowly calm down after that. A few giggles and snorts flying unbidden from my mouth as I do. "No, Epsilon, it's fine. I'm fine. I just came to a realization. No reason to fret." I climb to my feet and stare up into the canopy of branches. Slender always liked nature, and was almost infatuated with the concept of meditation. Maybe I should set up a meditation garden somewhere, it seems like a good idea.

I start walking off deeper into the woods, grinning under my mask. I have a plan, it may be short term, but it's something to do.

I place the final rock for the day, wiping the sweat off my brow with a handkerchief I found in my suit. Said suit is placed off to the side of the clearing I made, safely tucked in the branches of a tree to save it from as much damage as I could. It may be tear resistant, and bullet proof to a point. But I doubt it was 'anime' proof.

I've found through observation, this world works off anime logic. Which is why my bust isn't killing my back so far, especially with all this heavy lifting. My first observation of this was through my drones, I had found a village nearby and was monitoring it when I realized it. The mares all have Ds or more, and those are the 'flat chested' ones. The bigger ones seem to attract the most attention from the 'anime gods', with their tits constantly bouncing in only the way anime tiddies do. It's almost fascinating how they can just... Hang like that without any support.

The second thing that leads me to believe this theory, is how many times they trip over onto 'protagonist' types and slap the ever living shit out of them. Don't get me wrong, it makes me laugh every time. But it's wearing thin on my nerves... And almost makes me jealous of their monstrous mammaries. Almost.

Even with mine, it makes my work on the garden harder. I have to keep the rocks in a certain position against my midsection in order to not squish mine, and sometimes I forget they're so huge and hurt myself while raking the ground.

Speaking of rakes, and getting off the topic of breasts, I had found out my inventory for the PDS. I have a synthesizer, the LRF, and a small arsenal of weapons for just about any occasion. Bad news, I'm low of materials. I'll have to spend the rest of my materials on a mining device... If I can find a schematic for one.

Along side that, my garden is coming together nicely. I had found a quiet stream that bables gently through a small clearing, which I had expanded and terraformed. The ground is raked and covered with gravel I had found further up the stream, I had transplanted a few bushes in opportune places,and the brook has been diverted to flow directly through the clearing via channels. Overall, it looks nice... Peaceful. I move to the center rock and sit on it, looking at my work in pride. It was hard to transplant the bushes, but they really did make the area look nicer, less rocky. I may need to figure out how to get flowers soon as well, create a nice spot for-

I jump up, one of my drones was shot out of the sky. Tango 8-1. How had they noticed it? I move Tango 8-2 through 6 to its last position, keeping them hidden and out of sight. It seems a guard had noticed it and shot it out of the air with a bow. I tsk at that.

The pixies aren't the largest thing, so they aren't exactly immune to bullets and, apparently, arrows. I'll have to keep that in mind.

I keep the pixies around, giving them 'evasive' commands now. I can't rely on them thinking they're just 'armored breezies' anymore.