On the microplanet of Equestria, there exists a council. This country houses the Council of Sisters. What is this 'Council'? Well, below the microplanet, there exists the Realm. Many, many years ago, Many, many planets clashed together, making a single planet probably hundreds of times of the size of a single world. Multiple species barely survived through this 'Cataclysm', repopulating sections of the massive planet....the Realm. Now, we take you to a meeting at the Council's main building, in Canterlot Castle, which has been expanded along with the rest of the city....
"CALM DOWN!!!!" Angrestia-15.3 yelled in her Royal Canterlot Voice, the entire table shutting up instantly. "Now! We will all speak one at a time! Now, what is the problem we've all been discussing?! Seriously, do I have to ask!? Like, just shut the fuck up so one can talk!" Celestia-1, the 'Canon' one, stood up from the throne located somewhere along the edge, furthest from the main door.
"Now, everypony, let's not get aggressive." Angrestia-15 growled. "Including you. So, the war against the Xenolestian Empire is starting to get bad, and we need, as much as I hate to say it, more soldiers. Now, who can spare soldiers, and, preferably *Sigh*, a lot?" NLR Luna-6 raised a foreleg, along with her SE Celestia-6 counterpart. LR Woona-2 did as well. "We, unfortunately need more soldiers."
"Yeah," NLR Luna-6 said, staring angrily at SE Celestia-6. "We need more then those pathetic Solar Empire slaves!" SE Celestia-6's face turned to one of fury.
"Oh, you're one to talk!" They began to argue, but Momlestia-7 interrupted.
"SHHH!!!! My sweet little boy is sleeping!" She was cradling a male human child, an orphan she found, in her forelegs. The arguing sisters apologized, then returned to a neutral position, staring intently at Celestia-1.
"Well, I've prepared for the event of not enough volunteers. I've invited some...one who's good at cures, and should be able to at least make a vaccine for the Potion. Unfortunately, she refused to come, instead inviting one of us to her city, with permission for their local government." Before she could say anything extra, Angrestia-15 interrupted.
"What the fuck is this bitch's problem?! Is she fucking germophobic?!" Celestia-1 stomped her hoof down, silencing her.
"Yes! This Hybrid refused to come to our city on the assumption she'd get diseases, so we'll be sending one of us there." She slid a stone tablet with runes all over it into a slot on the grand table. A massive image of the Realm appeared, zooming into an ocean. "This is where the Hybrid city, 'Rap-chant-is', I think it's pronounced, is located." She explained, pointing a hoof at the center of the map. "According to what she said, who ever we sent will go through heavy decontamination, and will be fitted with a shock collar, which is lethal." Angrestia-15 was about to complain, but celestia-1 kept talking. "She has informed us this is for security purposes, as Raptantis has little security enforcers, the only existing guards being centered at the surface towers."
"Surface towers?" Celestia-3 asked, raising a non-existent eyebrow. "Wait, they live underwater?"
"Yes, in an underwater city. Apparently they are all germophobic, it's a part of their culture. Now, who volunteers to go down there?" A glistening hoof shot up. "No."
"Why not~?" Molestia-3 asked sultrily.
"Because you'll be killed. You cannot try to...ugh...fornicate with one."
"I won't~..." Molestia-3 responded with, licking her hoof. "I promise~" Celestia regarded the pink-maned version of her with disgust.
"Fine. If you start a war...."
"I won't~" Celestia stared at her for another second before sighing, shaking her head side to side.
"Alright....Molestia-3? Dismissed. Go to Raptantis, and go help with that cure." Molestia-3 nodded, and got up, walking out the Council room doors while swaying her flank. Celestia-1 moaned in annoyance before leaning back into her throne. "Now, any other issues?"
Author's Note
This idea, for this universe, was originally thought up by...shit, I can't find the thread. Don't hate this.
Mary Jane was nervous, waiting on the other side of the De-con (Decontamination) chamber, as she had been....for an hour. Apparently, the Council of Sisters had sent one of their own. She was told by their leader to respond to all of 'Molestia-3's' questions very carefully. A siren went off, and the door slowly opened to reveal a pink-maned alicorn. On her face was a smile that made Mary uncomfortable. This alicorn's coat was white, a stark contrast to the black sheen of Mary's Plague suit. A security guard walked up to her and secured a collar to her neck, locking it onto her neck via padlock. The alicorn seemed to enjoy it...too much. "Okay." the guard said, his voice monotone. "You may proceed." Molestia-3, an odd name for a pony, walked forward, stopping beside Mary.
"H-hello! I...I'm Mary Jane...a reporter." Mary offered a gloved hand, and Molestia placed a hoof in it, shaking her hand.
"When Celestia-1 told me to expect sanitary wear, I wasn't expecting this~" Her tone made Mary only more uncomfortable.
"Uh.....Sorry, it's mandatory.....I can remove the mask." Molestia asked Mary to, and Mary did so, undoing the clasps on the side of the mask, she pulled it off, letting it dangle from her neck via a string. She pulled down her hood, revealing red hair the went down to her shoulders. Her eyes were a dull green, and her fur was light purple. "So...shall we get started? My office is this way." Mary told Molestia-3, pointing down the hall. Molestia-3 nodded, and began to follow Mary as she walked down the hall. Molestia took interest in the glass walls, showing a beautiful ocean and city on the other side of it.
"Mmmm....that's...pretty~" Mary looked behind her, to see Molestia-3 reaching for the glass. Mary dashed forward, grabbing her foreleg just before it touched. After a second, she let go, and Molestia-3 placed her leg back on the floor.
"S-sorry.....we don't like Dry Oceaners touching the glass. What would you like to know about Raptantis? We have 2 minutes before we reach the nearest Tram Station." They began to walk again, Mary's boots making light thuds on the brass floor, while Molestia-3's hooves made sharp tapping sounds.
"Mmmmm....~ I'd like a basic rundown of the history of this place."
"Well, *Inhale* After the 'Event', or the Cataclysm, humans and ponies lived together in harmony, eventually making Hybrids, half pony half human. Some species called them 'Anthro's', and others didn't care slaying them where they stood. Eventually, they all had a mass migration, moving into the ocean, partly because it's hard to aces, and partially because of their weak immune systems. They built this great city, Raptantis, a place where Hybrids can live without fear, a utopia. It almost ended when a scientist named Frank Fontaine made 'Plasmids', weird potions that altered your genetic code, basically giving you magic, a thing we lack. Research showed that having too many of these Plasmids would make the user go insane, so Plasmids were restricted to the army, one Plasmid per Ranger-" Molestia-3 raised an eyebrow at the term 'Ranger' but said nothing. "I used to be a Ranger, in fact. Because you can't remove Plasmids, I was able to keep mine." She clenched her eyes, and her hand crackled with electricity. "I chose Electro Bolt, and was able to upgrade it to Electro Bolt II. Anyways, then, the Xenolestian Empire declared war. The potion didn't work on us due to our plague suits, but we wanted to be prepared. We made an effective cure, and we'll be giving you a sample of it, enough to replicate." The Tran Station doors opened to reveal a security guard. He was holding a briefcase and a remote. "Well, goodbye Molestia-3."
"Wha-" Molestia was going to ask something, but the guard clicked a blue button on the remote. Molestia's body shook, and she passed out.....
Waking up in a hospital. She groggily opened her eyes, to see a pony nurse looking at her. "Wh-what....happened...?" Molestia asked, her voice weak.
"We're not really sure. Some Hybrids carefully dropped off you and a briefcase, which they told us contained the cure. They said you'd live, just needed some rest. They then left.
"Ugh....my head hurts..."
"Try to go get some rest...Celestia-1 will be here soon." Molestia lied her head down, closing her eyes. Just before sleep took her, a note landed on her muzzle. She, using her magic, brought it to her eyes to read.
-Plasmids by Fontaine Futuristics!
-Heat Off!
-Are you stuck in heat? Wish to relieve that burn, but don't want to have sex, on fear you'll get pregnant? Just use this Plasmid! It will relieve that burn, no sex needed!
Molestia was stunned. Suddenly, she knew how to use it, and did so.... She cried tears of joy when the burn was finally relieved....
For the first time in her long, long life. Turning the note over, there was more writing.
-you are invited to the Masquerade Ball of 1969 A.R. (After Raptantis). You may invite one friend! Just read the spell below to summon the two tickets! See you there, Molestia-3! (2018 A.C.)
Molestia smiled, and sighed, falling into a deep sleep.....
Author's Note
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