Starting is the hardest part
Author's Note
First attempt at this... Hope it's not too bad, Just really wanted to try my hand at something before the show finally came to a close.
Starting is the hardest part
You didn't know it was intelligent!
How could you have?!
Screams that you had ignored as those of a dying animal resurface.
Perhaps the hunger had clouded your judgement. Wandering through endless woodlands as you had, no signs of civilization to be found...
You had seen the small brown horse as a miracle at the time. Utterly unawares to the half mad human creeping up, pocketknife in hand.
It was brutal. Loud. The first stab did little more than stun it… him. The body a misshapen mess of stab wounds and cuts by the time it was done, the body's throws and convulsions finished.
Luck seemed to smile upon you then, as within a throws distance was what appeared to be the remains of a campfire, embers still lit. You called for help, searched the area, but to no avail. Seemingly empty of life, you proceeded to use it for your own. Without knowledge of how to properly skin a animal and devoid of the proper tools, you... had made quite the mess.
It’s… his… family, had come back to the sight of you gnawing on what was once part of a loved one, mutilated corpse in plain view.
Didn't want…
Didn't know…
You had rested there after. Exhausted from hunger and the struggle. Mind avoiding thoughts of the smaller horses reactions, unable to cope, the disbelief too strong.
Armored horses woke you. A spear at your throat kept you.
They held you for a bit. Caged.
You must have been in shock as the appearance of the horse in a blue wizards cap didn't move you much. From its demeanor and tone it thought you beneath it, vile. Your silence, dumb or uncaring.
You numbly watched as it and five others like it created some hole, a rip in space, somehow suspended in air. Unnaturally dark, as if it drew in the surrounding light, rather than a mere absence of. Spears again prodded you forward, through...
Darkness welcomed you… feeling left you… and death took you...
...or so you thought…
Memories... tattered... a passing thought brings forth some long lost emotion...
Fear.
Of what?
With it all else follows... Surprise, anger, joy, anguish…
It circles back again and leaves you in unspeakable terror...
Awareness.
A explosion of sensation.
The air itself, seemingly long absent; felt cold against your skin, your scalp tingling as it weaved through your hair. With a shuddering gasp you draw it in, lungs seemingly starved of oxygen, burning, as though you had just emerged from some body of water, breath held for too long.
The sounds of your own gasps nearly deafen you, ears ringing as your mind fought to catch up, to understand why.
You rock forward on your feet nearly losing balance. Blind! You mind shouts at you, a cold panic flaring until you realize that your eyes are simply clenched shut tight.
Hesitantly you open them, as though afraid of what you might see..
The brightness burns at first, like one going out into a sunny day after some time spent indoors, blinking rapidly you overcome the sensation and force yourself to gaze though watery eyes. A rushing sound filling your head as your vision solidifies.
Colors shifting into focus, sharp lines drawn forth into comprehensible objects...
Rocks, water… a… goat?…
With that your mind finally gives in, vision once again darkening as your body goes limp.
…voices overtop the sound of rushing water.
“...ike much…”
A prod to your head causes you to jump awake.
Pink. Far too close for comfort, a misshapen tube of a limb outstretched towards your startled face.
Like any rational person in your position you act appropriately, your hand stinging at the contact as you bat the creature away before stumbling to your feet.
The pink abomination lets out a sharp sound as it takes to the air, your blurry vision hurrying to track it, swaying as you turn about on unsteady feet, mind screaming that something wasn't right, that you were in danger.
Movement! Your eyes snap to it just as the pink blur disappears behind them. Two. Large. Four legs. The vastly contrasting yet feature sharing couple looking straight at you.
Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Did you just hit their baby?
You ready yourself for some sort of attack, hands hurriedly patting your pockets as thoughts of the black horses long jagged horn coming for you flash through your mind.
Your pocket knife snaps open with a satisfying click, the blade bringing some relief as the creatures noticeably falter. An almost human like raise of a brow from the black and green horse stealing your attention.
Then it spoke.
“And what… do you think your gonna do with that!”
It was more of a growl, but it's mouth moved, for every syllable. Mind reeling you respond on autopilot.
“Wh… What the ffff...! What the fffuuu....” it was as if the word was stuck in your mouth, unable to come out. “Why can't I say fff- What is this! And how are you talking!?”
If anything it seemed taken back by the question. Offended even. It's expression disturbingly human for such a alien face.
Sparing a glance at your surroundings you quickly notice that your quite trapped, sheer rock walls in all directions, your first guess being that this was some sort of underground cave.
“And where the fff-frick am I!?”
Teeth gritted the black horse stalks forward, jagged horn drawing your eyes as it somehow glows with a green light. “Seize your blabbering fool! And drop that pitiful weapon before I force you!”
You hold it's gaze for a bit, knife still raised. Your temple throbs with your heart beat as a rushing sound fills your head. Mind racing, panic welling, your body taunt with muscle tension as your mind screamed contradicting commands.
RUN!HIDE!KILL!
Then, epiphany. Dream. Like a wave crashing into you, you realize the obvious truth. This was a dream. And like that your tension leaves you, the thudding in your temple slows as your pulse returns to normal, a darkness that had bordered your vision retreating with it. Of course this was a dream, to be otherwise was insanity. Not insane.
Your eyes roam over the creature in front of you, going over both it's detailed swamp green hair and huge green eyes, to the odd holes scattered along it's glossy black limbs. But what really drew your eyes was it's… well, lack of detail anywhere else. It really was all sharp lines and bold colors.
The creature in question started to look rather uncomfortable in your gaze before you switched to the half human, half horse like freak of nature behind it, it's glare meeting yours as you confirmed what was in your mind. The bright red color making the lack of detail even more distinct, hell, even the rocks that made up your surroundings were no more than hard edges filled with a single tone.
Hazy you suppose was the right word. You had heard somewhere before that dreams had that quality to them.
A grin breaks out on your face as you realize how absurd you were acting before, nearly in a panic over what was clearly not real.
An angry hiss leaves the dark figure in front of you, probably thinking you were smiling at its expense.
Well, now you were.
Eyes returning to the closer creature you take a step forward.
Snarling, it's head jerks down as something green leaves it's horn, streaking towards you. In a act borne more of instinct than any conscious thought you swipe at it with the knife, watching in wonder as the green substance is twain in two, the almost gaseous energy seeming to float mid air for a moment, before rushing you once again. You almost flitch as it envelopes you but no pain comes, instead a almost pleasurable sensation arises as it seems to meld directly into your skin, leaving behind only a prickling feeling in its wake.
Well then…
“W-wha- what?! How?”
Smiling again you can't help but return it's insult from before. “Seize your blabbering, was it?” You take another step towards it, almost laughing at the face it makes. Now you understood why those online threads on lucid dreaming existed. This was fun…
Angrily growling the small black horse lowers its long jagged horn, it once again glowing with a lime green light that streams towards you. This time you simply raise your free hand in front of it outstretched, wanting to see what will happen. Interestingly the energy doesn't disappear this time, instead halting upon meeting your palm and settling there in a glowing, shifting blob. Not knowing what else to do you clench your hand around it, the strangely wet feeling light dimming as you squeeze your hand closed... Instantly you find yourself hit with a feeling of intense euphoria, almost orgasmic in nature, shivering at the sensation that resonates throughout your body. You don't understand what is happening, but you do know one thing. You want more of it.
“More!” Your hands wave in come here fashion, “Come on! Do it again!”
The horse is back peddling now…
“Interesting…” the red creatures first spoken words seem to remind the horse of its presence as it spins to it, one pitted leg pointed in your direction.
“You! Centaur! Get him!” So that's what it was.
“My Name is Tirek, and why should I spoil his fun?
You interrupt. “So you can have all that delicious green stuff to yourself… oh… but I won't allow that...”
The Centaur snorts. “Ah.. a fellow magic eater?” His eyes seem to rake over your body. “I do suppose you share some traits with my kind.”
“I share some of yours? If I remember correctly centaurs we're supposed to be half human, you share some of mine.”
He blinks, before snorting contemptuously. “Nonsense. I've heard nothing of the like, nor seen one of your kind in all my time.”
“Ah, I suppose that explains why you look more like the result of a troop of baboons breaking into a stable than anything resembling human.” His face shifts several times before settling on rage. Though you swear you saw the side of the black horses mouth twitch upward at your comment.
His horns glowed red, and just like the horse's they emitted a beam of energy towards you. Once more you bring your hand into the fray, once more the almost liquid feeling light gathers in your hand and once more you close your hand arou… pain, misery, hatred, bitter! With a flinging motion the disgusting ball of red sails back towards it's creator. Not aimed, more perchance...
Instead of dodging or blocking it with his own hands he opens his mouth of all things, the bitter red ball becoming a stream as he seemingly breathes it in. His expression comically changing from murderous to a disgusted pucker, as a over the top green color fills his face.
“Urrk!” Red hands rushing to cover his mouth he heaves. “Eurrk!”
“I agree. The green tastes far superior.” The horse gives you a uncomfortable look before returning it's gaze to the convulsing hybrid.
“Uhk! I-urrp-I’ll-eurrk!”
“Throw up?”
“I'll-urrk-rip you limb from limb!”
“See? That's the baboon part of you talking.”
With a scream he starts towards you…
“Enough! Calm yourself!”
...and is immediately halted by a transparent wall of yellow energy that suddenly materializes between you.
“I will not have decades of work wasted because of some injured pride!”
With a jolt you spin around at the voice, knife almost slashing at the air as you hold it in front of you.
Now those were some horns! And of all things they were attached to a large blue goat, a goat that was currently staring death at both you and the red freak.
Rapidly you back up until all three… four figures as you notice a small pink face glaring at
you from behind the black ones legs, are in front of you.
“Calm!? I'll not stand idly by and be insulted by this welp!”
“I didn't bring you here to fight amongst yourselves! Prove worthless to me and I'll send you right back to Tartarus!”
Brought you here?
The red freak growls harshly before stomping off in indignant fury, though not before giving you a look clearly signaling that this was not over. You made sure to give him a smile back...
“And you! Stop antagonizing or you'll wish Starswirl's banishment held!” What?
“Banishment? What, like a demon or something?”
The goat blinks, fury forgotten. “Do you seriously not recall?”
I see, it's one of those dreams.
“Not a thing.”
The goat sighs and grumbles under his breath, something about in my day and villains.
Villain? Were you supposed to be a bad guy in this? Now that would make for a rather unique dream…
“Regardless! Know that it's a fate worse than Tartarus! Alone, you are hopeless against the equestrians! But work with me and togetherwe shall turn their own power of friendship against them!”
You couldn't help it.
You burst out laughing, right into the living saturday morning cartoon villains face.
“-Ah the power of friendship! What else oh master of evil plans, shall we show them the power of love as well-!” you catch the black and green horse shooting you a dirty look for some reason...
“-HA- or, or maybe the-urk!”
“SILENCE IMBECILE!!”
Bringing your hands up you try and grasp the thing suddenly constricting your throat to no avail. Your fingers coming into contact with your own skin instead. You painfully try and draw another breath before it releases moments later, leaving you taking shuddering gasps as the goat continues to glare your way.
...Your gonna kill it... One way or another, figment of your imagination or not this fucker was going to be lamb chops before it was over...
“The very thing you laugh at is what destroyed the last fool who questioned my plans!” He moves over to a sort of table that had the eye of saruon of all things sitting on it. Where did that come from? Oh right, dream.
“Continue your act and you will end the same.” laying his han-hoof on it the lord of the rings rip off suddenly comes to life, filling in with the image of what appears to be the result of a eight year old girls cross-obsession with cute things and vampires. Frankly the black and red horse, or unicorn judging by the horn, was trying too hard to be what it was not, and that was scary. Being melted by a freaking rainbow laser apparently signifying friendship a la carebears really only added to its appearance… Ok, even for a dream this was pretty batshit insane, you probably should have kept seeing that therapist...
“While the magic of friendship itself is not something to be taken lightly, these six are especially dangerous.” The image morphs into what appears to be six tiny overly colorful horses that wouldn't look out of place in said eight year old girls room. Jesus christ this really is carebears but with horses…
You can't stop a snerk from sneaking through before you notice that all thre-four of them are glaring at you.
Ok, maybe you should play along before you end up causing this dream to end prematurely.
“Alright, so what? You want me to k-k-ki I can't even say that!? Destroy them!?” Remembering the blade in your hand you give it a few jerks. “Give them a few more holes? Or will they friendship me to death?”
For some reason they all grimace at that. What? Was stabbing them not PG rated enough? Did you have to do some elaborate evil villain scheme complete with monologue or something?
“N-nothing so… direct as that”
You knew it.
“This… isn't the way, is it?”
“I don't know! Your the one they told the directions too remember?!”
“Yea! But nopony said anything about a clift being here! I think I'll check the map!”
“What?! You had a map all this time!”
“Yep!”
“Uhhhgg! Let me look at that!” swiping it from her friends hooves Rainbow Dash was quick to find the problem.
“What the hay Pinkie! We were supposed to turn east at that statue hours ago!”
“You mean we didn't have to cross that Celestia forsaken swamp!” Rarity exclaims from behind, the normally immaculate unicorn shodden in mud up to her fetlocks.
“Yea! And it means we have to cross it again to get back!”
“Oh goodness no! I think I'll just stay here then thank you very much!”
“S-sorry you guys! I thought they just forgot to mention it…”
Sigh… this was not how she wanted to spend her day...
Rolling her eyes at her friends antics Rainbow Dash found herself regretting her earlier excitement. For too long she had gone without a proper adventure to test herself that, when the cutie map had called on her she had been estiatic. Now, a train ride and half a days hike later to some remote town she had never even heard of her excitement had abandoned her and frustration was slowly building in its place. Hay, she could have been there yesterday if she went alone!
She sighed again before collecting herself.
No. The map had sent all three of them for a reason. Though whatever it was she just hoped there was some big bad she could kick the flank of before it was over...
A explosion. A deafening cacophony of destruction, coupled with a blinding heat that seared the skin, followed by agonized screams. Not yours of course, pain inside a dream would be odd. But of you're… unwilling participants.
This is the result of trying to mush together both the green feel good energy of the black horse and the disgusting red of the freaks.
Luckily, lambchops as you have taken to call him. Not to his face of course. Was there to provide much needed healing, and much less needed moral support in the form of calling you a idiot; even though exploring your abilities had been his idea in the first place; and going on about “as if you had never used magic before” Upon your answer that you hadn't he had just stared at you.
And so began the training. The fool, he didn't realize he was helping speed his own demise! Muhaha- were you doing this right? -aha!
“And so she sa-
So very bored…
“- well that's the import-”
No monsters, no disasters, not even a mystery to solve… just a stupid argument between friends...
“-ashie!?”
Uhhg… you just got asked something didn't you? Better think of something quick...
“Y- yeah! Loyalty means giving your friends a second chance! You-”
“Um... dear, they are already gone.”
Pinkie giggles “Silly Dashie! I was just asking if you wanted to eat at that awesome pancake house before we left!”
“Sure… why not...” pancakes… woo…
You silently follow them in as a waitress hurriedly seats you, before quickly burying your muzzle in the menu, not exactly in the mood for conversation.
“...dashie?” sigh...
“Rainbow, is something wrong?”
“Yea! I'm cool! Just really hungry you know!” You wince, your tone might have been a bit too sharp.
“Dear… you've been acting odd all day, mind telling me what's on your mind?”
“Uhhg! Fine! I'm just really bored, ok? Between it being a off season for the wonderbolts, Daring Doo being a daring don't and now tank hibernating there's been nothing to do! Hay, the last time a bad guy even tried something was months ago! And even that doofus sombro-”
“Sombra!” Pinkie chirped.
“-whatever, was lame!”
Crossing your forelegs you admit “I thought this cutie map thing would be something cool, alright? Instead it's just as boring as staying at home would have been.”
Rarity ho and hummed before laying her hoof daintily on the table. “Sounds to me like what you need dear is a gentleco-”
“Nope! Not having this conversation!”
“It's never too early to start looking!”
“Weren't you listening? I'm trying to be less bored, how is doing something lame like that gonna help? Nope!”
“It can be fun if you meet the right stallion! Give it a chance!”
“Not listening!”
“Girls...?”
“Uh hum! Is everypony ready to take their orders?”
You almost sigh in relief as you jump to respond, before rarity could say anything else embarrassing….
Isrealwasntdreamwasawakefeltpaintoorealtoolong…
It was a dream. It had to be. To be otherwise was insanity. Coma?
You stare at your throbbing hands as the burns simply fade away, taking the pain with them.
It was possible to feel pain in dreams, right? For them to feel this vivid? To last this long?
It was at least a far less crazy idea than… otherwise.
No. No way. Everything here had some basis in your reality, even the fantastical creatures, such as the mythological centaur. This was the work of your subconscious. It had to be. It was…
This was just some freakish lucid dream. You will follow it through to its conclusion and all will be well. All will be well… all..
“Are you even listening?!”
“Yes!” You snap back before wincing as you lose your grip on the energy. Regaining focus you again push it to the affected areas, numbly watching as your burnt skin once again is replaced by fresh patches, leaving only a tingling sensation in its wake.
It was really quite simple. Apparently the different types of energy or magic as the legion of doom-asses called it, didn't need much guidance, as if it had some will of its own. Just force it into the right spot and it did the rest, though you really only had two types to experiment with at the moment... And not even much of those, apparently it was too much to ask for you to just absorb all that the two had, and the tiny pink horse just flew away screaming whenever you tried to grab it. Apparently the draining process was… unpleasant. And differed from the centaurs own method, something to do with the disharmonic nature of it or something...
Nonetheless, the red was ouchie and liked to blow up, while the green on the other hand was easier to heal with, and just generally felt better to manipulate. You could also force them to do the opposite, such as using the red energy to heal, it just took a ton more effort. And by effort you meant headache.
Can you have headaches in dreams?
Pushing that dangerous thought aside you come to a conclusion. You needed more of this stuff. A lot more, as apparently lambchops had tons of it and even pretending to accidentally brush your hand against the goat had resulted in another magic choking session. If you wanted lambchops to live up to his name- and you did!- you had to find another source, preferably sources.
Luckily the idiot offered you the chance, in the name of coming into your powers, in his very next… er… lesson.
Belly full of pancakes, Rainbow Dash was in a bit higher spirits this time around, busying herself with watching passing scenery from her window seat as the train gradually gained speed along a downward slope. To be honest with herself, all she wanted at this point was to be in her bed, wrapped up in covers to ward off the chill that crept through her cloudy walls at night. Surprising herself with a yawn, she sighs and leans back further in her seat. Yea… she could wait another day for adventure…
Scrreeeeccchh!!!
The hay?!
Nearly thrown from her seat due the sudden change in momentum, it takes her a second to regain her bearings, in that time the rest of the carriage erupts into commotion.
“-going on?!”
“-was that?!”
“-demand to speak to the-!”
“My leg!”
Pushing the rising wailing of a foal to the background Rainbow shoots a glance across the aisle, her friends looking right back. Was this a attack? A accident? Some sort of mechanical problem?
She should-
With a thundering slam the gangway door between the leading car comes open, a stampede of ponies rushing and pushing through.
“Everypony run!!!”
“What?! What's going o-”
Her own question is lost amongst the clamor of panicking ponies.
“-sters?!”
“-agons?!”
“-ling attack?!”
“-aren't they reform-”
“-ew this would happ-”
Annnd they were gone, rushing through to the next carriage, a new set of panicked voices adding to the racket as the hysterical herd galloped down the line.
“Oh… dear… it had been shaping up to be such a nice afternoon as well...”
“...oooh I'm sure it isn't anything that bad you guys! Mmaayybbee a monster or two and we will be on our way! Ooo, ooo! Maybe it will be one of those monsters that aren't really monsters but instead are just misunderstood and we don't know at first but then later find out and become best friends! Eeee!”
Her sight snaps back to where the mob had entered as a elderly straggler slowly waddles through, seeing the opportunity she rushes the older mare.
“Mam?! What are you all running from?! A monster?!”
“What?!”
“What is everypony afraid of?!”
“You'll have to speak up deary!”
Growling, Dash advances till her muzzle is all but touching the aged mares ear.
“What is everypony running for!”
“Running?! Why would anypony be running?! They didn't over book the train again did they?! Here, let me through before all the seats are gone! I'll not be paying for the privilege of standing for the whole trip, not again!”
Uhhhggg… why did she even try? Fine! She'll just go see for herself!
Before her friends could object she was gone… speeding off in a multicolored blur...
The train looked like it belonged more in a little girls toy commercial than anywhere on rails… why would anyone put that much pink on anything? And that doesn't even begin to cover the hearts! It had a heart shaped window of all things! And more on the plow! And all that was just the locomotive! ...The cars looked like fucking gingerbread houses!
Just what kind of sick suppressed fantasy's did your subconscious harbor?
Whatever! It didn't matter what the thing looked like! What mattered is that your plan was working!
To be honest your kind of glad the thing had functional breaks… you weren't 100% on that being the case before…
“Heeellp!”
Your pretty sure the pony tied to the tracks feels the same.
Lambchops had originally been against the idea for some odd reason, but you told him one can never go astray with the classics. Judging by the look thrown your way he didn't really understand what you had meant by that. Nonetheless he had provided both the pony and the rope whilst you provided the fingers to tie it with and the necessary muhaha-ing and mustache twirling to get yourself in character.
And now… now it was time to put your saturday morning cartoon villain face on...
As if on cue, what you assume to be the pony version of a conductor by what little railroad terminology you knew peaks through one of the stupid heart shaped holes as you approach. You, being the gentleman you are of course, politely greet him.
“Hello there! I'm with the railroad safety inspection committee! Sorry for the hassle! We we're just testing to see if your reaction time and brake maintenance were... up to snuff so to say!” Or perhaps down to snuff otherwise.
“R-...really?” The poor little guy even looked like he believed you...
“No.” before he can react your on him, hands grasping before you pull. No, not physically, you instead pull that delicious energy from him in waves, up through your arms and into yourself. He may have struggled, you wouldn't know, too busy reeling from the sudden influx of feel good… it was intoxicating... euphoric even! But… far, far too fleeting, you try and pull more into yourself to no avail before actually remembering to look at the miniature horse in your grasp. We're before a bluish grey color it was now a very pale shade, almost white, like someone had turned the chroma settings on thier monitors all the way up… Did that mean it was out of power?
Letting the tiny horse loose, you expect it to immediately bolt, instead it passively shuffles about a bit before kneeling and nibbling on the cap that had apparently fallen off it's head. Interesting…
Focus returning to what was important, namely yourself, you try and observe any difference in feeling from before and now and you notice… though while not by much, hardly anything really, you definitely feel… stronger… fuller… perhaps even more resilient… yes… you definitely needed to replicate this. For… research purposes of course… not from the near orgasmic nature of the feeling… not at all...
That's when the carriage door opens, exposing a veritable buffet of ponies… it probably would have been akin to offering a junkie a smorgasbord of drugs, if not for the scream of the horse that had opened said door. Or maybe especially cause of the screaming, you wouldn't know.
What you did now know was just how fast someone looking for a fix could move… you surprised yourself, really. The ponies yell choking off into a “urk!” as one hand closed around it's throat before you pulled, your eyes momentarily fluttering in bliss before you regain yourself. Right… you were supposed to be putting on a show here... The horse now a pasty grey you let it drop from your hand and step onto the train, making sure to start up your rehearsed evil laugh in the process... “Muhaha- Oof!” ...only to slam your forehead on the low roof of the train car.
Suddenly in far less of a mood for theatratics and the now screaming horde of horses not exactly helping with your new headache you choose to simply dart after the next one as the car explodes into chaos. Horses yelling, horses flying, horses jumping and falling over eachother… for a second you thought that this would be it, they would just run themselves ragged in circles as you slowly drained them one by one, none of them apparently thinking of trying one of the doors... but a few of the larger ones actually surprised you, charging as one group, heads lowered. Heads that quickly meet your boot as you punted one across the room. Maybe if they were taller than your knees you would be worried… Then again, from the way they pretty much threw themselves to the ground in response to the slightest of taps from you maybe not… we're they acting out a role as well?
Ok! Your foot didn't even connect with that one! What game were they playing?!
“This way everypony!” Shit! They found the door!
As one the herd of panicked miniature horses seemed to overcome the rush of shit to the brain that had stopped them from rationalising that there were exits before galloping through them, leaving you behind with the few greytone ones you had managed to get your hands on… far too few in fact...
All that feel good juice, just getting away! You needed more!
So... ducking your head to avoid further loss of braincells, you rush after them…
Dodging past another set of stragglers Dash can't help but let out a squee of excitement. Finally! Some action! She hoped it was something awesome! Maybe a monster attack she would have to repel with her superior speed and strength! Ponies cheering her name all the while! Stopping again to wave on a elderly couple she found herself shivering in glee. Yes! The newsline would read, Rainbow Dash! newest- and best! -wonderbolt heroically saves train and passengers from disaster! More on page 9! Not that she cared…it wasn't like she secretly kept a stash of every newspaper that had her name in it... nope… and she definitely did not sometimes read them outloud to herself and tank. Not at all. Hay… she-
“Ooof!”
“UHG- Fffff...frick!”
-just flew face first into somepony…
“Ouch…” Hooves kneading her head she apologizes.
“S-sorry abo-”
“Ah shhi… oot! One of you! Yep, that's my luck alright!”
“W-what's that supposed to mean! I said I was sor-”......That definitely wasn't a pony. Nor was it anything else she recognized, even from her visit to that freaky kludgetown place… “-..ry”
It, or he, was tall. Like discord levels of tall, having to stoop over to keep from hitting his head on the ceiling. He was also kind of lanky, though not super thin like discord, more like that storm king creep… but most oddly of all, besides maybe the tiny eyes, was the total lack of fur... Wouldn't that make you feel cold all the time? Though perhaps that explained the ridiculous amount of clothes...
“Oh.. take your time… a lot to admire, I know.”
If her eyes rolled any harder they would have left her skull…
Uhg…whatever. There were monsters to deal with, why were you wasting time with this bozo?
“Yea, ok, you running from the monsters like everypony else or are you just gonna stand there annoying me?”
“Annoying? Well, I wouldn't want to be a inconvenience.”
Dash jerks back as one of his claws suddenly darts for her, left grasping air in the pegasus's wake.
“Hey! Hooves off buddy!” with a start she dodges to the side again. This guy was faster than he looked!
“What's your problem anyway! I said I was sorry!”
“Heh, sure! Stay still and I'll accept your apology!”
This creep!
“Fine! If you wanna fight, you got one!”
This little shit was fast! Wings buzzing like a humming birds, it darted too and fro in a blur of motion.
Quickly abandoning your attempt to simply grab it out of midair, you move to try and trap it in one of the carriage’s corners, your arms moving in big swinging arcs.
Euurg! Duckingunderyour swings its hoof meets your gut with far more force than something that small should be capable of.
You were not about to have your ass kicked by a- Ok! That one was definitely aimed for the balls!
“Ok! That's- mmph!” a hoof to the jaw shuts your mouth for you before you lose yourself...
Perhaps it made a mistake and miscalculated, or perhaps your rage gave you some new speed but a blink later and you had one of its wings in you hand, twisting on it as the blue annoyance thrashed about.
“OW! Let g- ow! ow! ow!”
Suddenly, pink.
“Let her go, you big meanie!”
Your vision was full of pink, another of the little shits was on your shoulders, legs wrapped around your face. Dropping the blue one, your hands dart up to snatch the pink one before flinging it forward. Except instead you find yourself frozen in place as a prickly, almost static like sensation covers you. You strain till it hurts but your muscles refuse to move, locked in place. Forcing you to turn your eyes as your head refuses your orders you can see a white gaseous energy covering you in a cloud. Not good.
“You brute! Putting your hands on a lady! And on her wings no less!”
The blue horse shoots you a venomous look from her new position on the floor, before returning to nursing said wing. Being the only thing you have control of you shoot one right back, much to the new snooty voiced white horses displeasure.
“Why I-!”
Wait! You were being a idiot! Focusing on the energy around you, you pull. And just like that the white colored energy is absorbed into you, at first in a gradual stream before it appears to anchor on the tip of her horn and starts to pour forth in a ever quickening eddy.
“-Iiiiieee!” Her horn starts spitting crackling sparks as the alablaster pony grows slowly paler.
Ecstasy… pure electric warmth pouring through you… far stronger than before...utter bliss...a-PAIN! Horrible stabbing pain!
“-rity!”
You drop to your knees as your hands protect your privates from further harm, the blue horse having apparently recovered enough for the dirty shot.
Fighting down a wave of nausea the pain brings you, you stagger to your feet before slowly stalking towards the now grounded pony, infuriatingly it turns out to be almost as quick on the ground as it was in the air as it darts around you, hoof leaving a stinging blow to your knee instead of the other way around, causing your leg to nearly give out.
Nope! Not gonna lose to something a third your size! Remembering you had methods beyond swinging your limbs around like a caveman your knife again leaves your pocket, the swinging arcs it takes making dodging a far harder affair than before for the blue menace, your far larger reach more than making up for the difference in speed now..
“Ummph!” Which causes it to trip over the now still white unicorn, landing flat on its side.
You grin in triumph as you shoot forwards, free hand grabbing it about it's thin furred neck as it lets out a “urrk!” it immediately begins trashing about as its front legs repeatedly come down on your arm. Those hooves hurt!
Growling in frustration you bring your knife back into the play, the winged horses expression faltering from it's glare as the blade hovers a inch from it's face.
“Done?”
You can feel it's rapid heartbeat through your fingers on its neck as it gives a tiny nod.
“Good, now stay still. I'm gonna enjoy this next part.” It's eyes get a little wider. Yea, that did have several connotations didn't it? Heh.
That's when your surprised to feel a tapping on your head, the oddness of the situation causing you to look up dumbly…
...straight down the barrel of a cannon. What the-
“Surprise!”
BA-WHOOSH!
Perhaps to your luck it wasn't a cannonball that came out to meet you. But you wouldn't consider what happened exactly as lucky…
Lifted from your feet you find yourself sailing through the air, Something wet and horribly sticky now obscuring your vision before you meet the carriage wall with a crash.
Opening your mouth to let out a yell of pain you are instead met with the sweet taste of… cookie dough? -fuck?
You stupidly sit there for a minute, busy contemplating how your life ended up this way before coming to your senses.
“Take that you bully!”
Grunting as you struggle to bring up a arm you swipe the cookie dough off from your face.
“Oh, give up already! Pinkie! Hit him again!”
BO-SLOOSH!
This time the wall of dough that hit you smelt sour and took you twice as long to dig your arm and face out of...
Fuck this! Fuck these little horses and fuck there magic!
Magic! You had taken the white ones freaky body freezing magic! Didn't that mean you could use it now?! But how?!
Well, you always pulled before to take it didn't you? So what if you pushed!
Feeling utterly ridiculous but also too pissed to care you raise a hand, palm forward, the little blue bitch and her pink friend tensing before you in response before you pushed. A shining globe mostly consisting of green, red and now whiteforming before your palm, rapidly growing larger, the colors within shifting more and more violently.
That's when everything exploded...
