Gordon Freemane- The Ponies of Equestria

Ah, welcome, welcome everyone, to the second Chapter in dear Gordon's adventure as a pony! Three more of you chose to follow me upon reading Gordon Freemane, but here are my new followers: Pharilax, Kishin, and zel. I am disappointed to see none of you seemed to care how sick I was, but I did lie about how when I'd post this, so I guess I deserved it, just a little bit :l

Anyway, go check out all my followers' work, they're all amazing, and (just maybe that's a lie, I haven't actually READ any of their work...) :3 Anyway, here we go, breaking off at the forest part!

The pony, Fluttershy, said nothing as they tromped through the forest. Every once and a while, she'd stop, look up, and then hurry forward quicker. Gordon felt a surge of impatience. He had to try to get back- to try to turn human, and go back to Earth. Alyx stared ahead, stony-faced. The orange unicorn stallion looked around, taking in the brilliantly colored grass. It was lime green, but mostly mud spattered the ground, getting all over his mostly clean hooves. When Fluttershy stopped at a rock, she stared hard at it, frowned, clapped a hoof to her head, murmured something, and walked back the way they came.

Trying to ignore the twinge of annoyance, Gordon looked at the wildlife. Fluffy tailed creatures scrambled up the trees. Gordon remembered them when he was just a child... He didn't remember the name... It was so long ago, his mother had told him. Subconsciously, he tried to call out the name of the creatures, and was startled to see a fluffy creature stop and stare, as though wondering if he were sane. A blush rising in his face, he walked forward, ears flat and head low. This went unnoticed by Alyx and the timid pony. The brown creature skittered forward, across the mud and leaves, and jumped up onto Gordon's back. It darted forward, eyes bright, and glowing mischievously. Fluttershy took notice, and said, now smiling, “Oh, I think this squirrel likes you!” She said.

Squirrel. He remembered now, that was the name of the fluffy creature. The creature tugged at his fur and looked at him, jerking its head in another direction, also pointing with a clawed, human-like hand. In a minute, Gordon thought irritably, he was trying to get out of this forest, not following little brown mammals.

At last, the pony Fluttershy squeaked out, “Here!” Through a gap in the trees, if Gordon squinted, he could see a little village in the distance. He realized that it was a little town. Much closer to them was a little hut-like place at the edge of the forest. “That's my home!” She chirped.

Gordon found it agonizing to be in such a pink place, but much worse were all the animals. He found it irritating that mice were everywhere, but the fluffy-tailed squirrels were nowhere to be seen. There were tons of birds, singing coarsely, all together, and they were all bright neon colors. It was quite nauseating to look at, seeing as the brightest thing Gordon saw on earth was the orange in his hazmat suit. Just thinking about his hazmat suit, all of his guns, and...

His heart felt like led at the mention of the crowbar, and then heard Fluttershy say softly, “Alyx, what is that? For your cutie mark?”

“My... what?” Alyx looked offended. Fluttershy stared at her, perhaps pondering if Alyx really didn't know what a cutie mark was, or was just playing a joke. Deciding that the light brown unicorn was not jesting, she said, “The mark on your flank... Do you want to hear the story of how I got mine?” Her voice grew stronger, as though the memory brought back very happy times. Alyx looked meaningfully at Gordon, as though he could say no.

“Oh, well, it started at flight camp, when I was just a filly-”

Gordon groaned inwardly. In truth, he hated told stories, drawn-out directions, or lengthy conversations, because he couldn't ask questions, make comments, or add to the general noise. :3 Grumpily, he sat down. The entire house was made of wood. On top of green floorboards was a large red rug, in the center of it was a dark red, printed flower. There was a birdhouse and window to his left, along with a large, dark green birdcage, and a little cat or dog bed with two pillows. Farther along, across the room, was, in a row from a wooden staircase, a lamp, a sofa (bright green), a chair, which had three different colors, and a lime green, squashy chair. Beneath these was a light pink rug. Inside the staircase was a bookshelf.

Gordon trotted over to examine. Alyx and Fluttershy trooped up the stairs, and Gordon promptly tripped over a stubborn-looking white rabbit. He shook his head and stood up. Smiling gently and rubbing his head, he took a closer look at it. It glared at him sullenly. Frowning at the tiny creature's hostility, Gordon thought now would be a good time to practice this “magic”.

For a while, he just stood there, pointing his horn at a book, thinking how stupid he must've looked. Then, suddenly, he realized- it was just like a gun. Pull the trigger out comes the magic! But where was the trigger? He racked his primitive, wild horse brain, looking for the instincts of the pony. But there were none. Frustrated, he tried to shout curses at the books, but nothing happened. He sat on the green couch to sulk while the white rabbit glared at him. And suddenly, he could've sworn a light bulb appeared over his head.

He visualized the trigger of a pistol. He imagined a finger pulling the trigger, and that the horn was the barrel. And, to his satisfaction, a book raised hesitantly, surrounded in a light, pale orange glow. It matched the orange on his Hazmat suit. He nearly cried out. That hazmat suit was not only one of his best friends, it had saved his life countless times. And now... It was gone. Utterly gone. It nearly made him cry. He was on a strange planet, and the only thing he knew, the only thing to confirm he wasn't just an insane, talking horse, was Alyx.

He levitated the book to himself. It was about squirrels. He read about them, skipping over the words, not really paying attention, not focusing on anything.

Alyx appeared down the staircase in thirty minutes.

“Gordon, get up. We have to go into town. Maybe somehow... we can get home?” Her voice was so dubious he knew she didn't believe it for a second. Gordon shook his head silently, and they went out the door into the brilliant sunshine. He turned for a moment. He jerked his head sharply, then jabbed Alyx with his hoof.

Staggering towards them was a creature. It's chest was ripped open, displaying a beating heart, working lungs, and moving, pumping, churning organs, some bulging out of the hole in the ribcage. The whole thing was doused in blood, and Gordon couldn't fight the urge to vomit. But that wasn't the worst bit. Riding where a head of the creature should be was what looked like a four legged crab. It had no eyes, but was pale cream in color.

Fluttershy screamed. And screamed, and screamed, eyes bulging, wings spread wide, and tail tucked beneath her legs. She fainted in the dirt.

“Gordon... I thought the humans were bad, but this is an adorable, large-eyed, cream-colored pony. Look at it's tail. Blue and pink, and little candies as it's 'cutie mark!'” Alyx whispered. Gordon looked at her. He raised his hooves, then approached the zompony. It screeched piercingly, then Gordon detected a voice, beneath it, a screaming female one. “Oh, Celestia help! CELESTIA HELP ME!”

It was so muted, so twisted, he could barely recognize it. But he could see sharp talons at the tip of each hoof. Gordon looked at Alyx helplessly, pleadingly.

She shook her head, dark pony eyes glowing with fear and sadness.

The two approached the pony, and as it lunged for Alyx, Gordon slammed at the side of the headcrab with one hoof. Bright, acid-green blood spurted from the headcrab, and the host beneath screamed, moaning, pleading. The headcrab jerked it's puppet forward, knowing it had lost the fight. The moaning grew louder. And Gordon saw a headcrab, underneath the pony, pleasuring her, teasing her, playing with her. It filled him with rage, and he pulled the magic trigger, lifting the headcrab off and slamming the broken, dead body into the dirt dozens of times. He ripped off the top headcrab, then jumped away. Alyx jumped back, bawling like a baby. The headcrab had eaten part of it's host, revealing a bit of skull, and an empty eye socket.

Gordon used his magic to stitch up the chest, but could only look at the bloodsoaked pony's head.

She moaned, and began gnawing on her hoof, ripping the flesh to pieces. Gordon vomited immediately. Gordon used his magic and snapped the pony's neck. He couldn't watch that. Wouldn't watch that. He used the magic a way he hadn't before, as flames wrapped around the dead pony and reduced it to ashes, which scattered to the breeze.

“Disgusting.” Alyx commented, not looking at the ashes, but staring at Fluttershy. “Do you think she'll be okay?”

Gordon shook his head violently. He remembered first seeing the bloody people at Black Mesa. He had felt lightheaded and dizzy. But, this was worse. Without toughening up from that, and just straight seeing not only a blood-oozing, organ pumping, crab-carrying pony, not just some random person, but someone you knew and loved... He would never feel the same way, and his stomach clenched tightly, wondering what it would be like if the badass Alyx was a zombie.

He hoped he wouldn't have to find out.