怪談とポニー Ep1 - Canterton High: Ponynormal

“…I don’t know, what exactly happened. Perhaps, if I weren’t a unicorn, the whole curse wouldn’t get that strong… maybe I could simply leave for the better world...”

“But didn’t you try to reach to princess Celestia,” Misty’s voice sounded so compassionately, the girls even exchanged glances of surprise. “She might have thought something out.”

“I can affect the school to a certain extent, but can’t leave the school grounds,” another voice was full of becoming habitual sorrow. “The first few decades I really thought it would be marvellous to reach out to her, but… whatever he had done, that was keeping me grounded.”

“Besides, after a while I was to admit, I would never meet the same girl I knew and loved. I decided against that,” the mare sighed, then added in brighter voice. “You look so similar to her at your age. And at the same time you’re not her, a completely new page in my… afterlife. I… I don’t think I could talk to Celly that freely.”

“What makes you think you can palaver Misty then?!” dropped Windy Mane toughly, emerging from the shadow of the basement stairs. She stepped forward, letting Lacy and Flaunty enter the light as well.

The view of their friend, sitting on the table, cheek by jowl with the unknown mare, which looked like a common teacher, and talking so casually, perplexed all three at first. The mare raised her eyes on them and couldn’t hold a small giggle, watching their widened eyes and confused expressions. The fillies evidently expected some different picture. Giving them their due, they recomposed fast enough, showing their resolve and readiness for the battle.

“See, dear, your friends are ready to stand for you without the second thought!”

“Wait, girls, hold on. I’m okay!” with a disarming smile Misty raised her hand, then waved them to approach.

“Are you really fine, Misty?” Windy shook her wet mane, peering into friend’s eyes intently.

“Not doing anything against your will?..” added Flaunty, her eyes examined both Misty and her collocutor thoroughly.

“Because if… t-that’s the same mare we saw… anything is possible, I guess!” Lacy squeezed the handle of her knife unambiguously.

“It’s fine. I’m okay and… totally conscious about my actions,” Misty repeated meaningfully, while the unicorn mare smiled, visibly having fun because of the fillies suspicions. “Fine enough to notice that you stopped calling me “bud” out of tension, Windy… Nopony is going to hurt you here. Definitely not me or Fran.”

“Are you sure? Because we… met certain communicational difficulties!” insisted Flaunty Mane, but lowered her wooden plank a bit. Noticing that Misty was holding hands with that mare all the time confused the girls. “Assuming that you may be controlled or something was only natural.”

“I beg your pardon, girls,” Fran decided to take part in the negotiation, “unfortunately, I’m bound by certain conventionalities,” she sighed sadly. “Normally I don’t favour the visitors… You see, they come here mostly with nefarious or plain stupid intents, providing disturbance only. You four looked differently almost from the beginning. So, I watched and, truth be told, what I saw started appealing to me. But I needed to be absolutely sure… otherwise it wasn’t worth even trying. Believe me, girls, I would never hurt you, not after the Teacher Room, when I saw, what kind of ponies you were.”

“What’s with all the scaring and chasing and locking us out then?!” Windy stared right into mare’s eyes, finally coming closer.

“I was to be sure, needed to know your own unclouded intentions…” Fran downcasted and, before the girls pondered whether the ghosts could blush, her cheeks started gaining colour. “It was a kind of test for each of you. I’m truly sorry!”

“Believe me, I had plenty of opportunities to harm or banish you from the building, like I did all the time with the lounging or plain felonious visitors,” added she quietly, “but I resorted to none of them.”

“Which can’t be said about our clothes!” said Flaunty, driving Fran into flush even more, when the latter took a better look of the girls. However, Flaunty was smirking already, both her and Lacy came closer. “We’ll see then if we can forgive you!” added she jokingly.

“M-m-may I…” Lacy suddenly asked, stumbling of embarrassment. She held out her arm hesitantly. ‘She looks so unbearably cute when she blushes that way! Squee!!!’

“Sure,” Fran raised her hand with a tiny smile. “If you’re not afraid of me anymore.”

“Oooohhhh!” squeaked Lacy, when their fingers met tenderly. “It’s warm!!!” She looked as if she managed to found a rare, unknown to science flower.

“The warmer the more of you around, not fleeing me,” said Fran and her eyes sparkled wet.

Watching, how two girls already were snuggling to the mare, Flaunty and Misty couldn’t hold back the smile, finally relaxing; Fran closed her eyes and the girls could see how her beautiful lips trembled lightly. Misty woke first, remembering their interrupted talk.

“Fran needs help!” stated she categorically. “She is bound to that school, forced to suffer here,” her voice faltered.

“Then what’s the problem,” Windy looked around actively. “There must be a way to set you free…” she stared at Fran inquiringly. The mare replied with a bright glance, clear and hopeful, her eyelashes trembled slightly and Windy realized that the answer was most certainly “Yes”, but… The filly turned abashed. “I’m sorry…” barely whispered she.

“The worst thing is, she can’t hint me more definitely, than she already did,” Misty regained her breath. “Damn! I feel my hands tied, but it can’t be compared with what you’re constantly going through. This school is your prison…” She watched Fran understandingly, then slid from the table on her hooves, fists clenched in despair.

“Well, girls…” Fran made an effort to brace herself and soften the situation. “It’s not that horrible all the time… I even managed to catch up with times considerably, watching the life passing by. Look,” with an artificially cheerful smile she straightened her blouse.

A bright idea dawned on Misty at that moment.

“Fran,” asked she semi-affirmative, choosing the words carefully to get the desired answer despite the stipulations the ghostly artist was to abide, “it’s the oldest part of the building surviving to present days, right? The least affected by the repairs… not completely rebuilt, right?”

The long eyelashes slowly batted once.

“We will come back!” declared Misty akimbo. “But we need to prepare. This place looks large enough to take much time for the thorough search!” she took a look around the basement. Lacy, Flaunty and Windy quickly nodded in agreement, catching the course of her thoughts at once.

“We will need special equipment to check the walls,” Lacy rubbed her nose.

“Girls!” Fran interrupted their sudden impulse softly, her eyes shone. “You aren’t obliged to do anything… I-I will understand if you abandon that burden.” She hugged Lacy’s shoulders with one arm. “I… simply want to remember you as you are… before you leave!” falling silent, she reached out to Misty’s cheek, touching lightly.

‘I would part with so much for having an older sister like her’ flashed in Misty’s head. ‘Although, with a consanguine sister, I would probably never do, what I’m going to! Who knows…’

Misty bit her lip, light flush flooded her cheeks and nose, the process of making a hard decision was so clearly written in her entire look and posture. The dim lamp on the ceiling right above the company buzzed, then lit brighter with a dry electrical click…

In a flurry Misty rushed to the unicorn mare, her hands fell on Fran’s shoulders. Squinting from that dare, she covered Fran’s lips with her own, running her fingers through the lush mane and nestling with her whole body. Three girls watched in bewilderment, how those two shared their breath, snuggling closer and closer into each other.

With all the vigour Misty gave her entire self to that novel pleasure, her hands slowly travelled all over Fran’s mane and shoulders. When a faint moan escaped Fran’s lips and the delicate hand squeezed Misty tenderly between her shoulder blades, the girl couldn’t hold herself any longer; she moved closer, accidentally but forcefully pushing the table with sitting on it Fran and Lacy, making it bump the wall behind. The pegasi sisters froze, mouths opened in surprise.