Author's Note

It's Fireflower again with the seventh installment of my first My Little Pony fanfic going beyond the typical oneshots I'd made from before and already using canon characters as human beings instead of their normal forms; however, this is nonetheless a Mature fimfic for this chapter here will deal with certain subject matters considered unsuitable for those under eighteen, easily offended, and/or quickly nauseated.

In addition, I would like to take this time to inform you this chapter is only a nightmare but it can and will bring shock, awe, and outrage out of you in ways too horrible to imagine so it's with a generous heart and mind that yours truly has uploaded another chapter after this as well on the same day no less: for those of you amongst themselves wishing to skip ahead, please do so; I promise, it'll help calm your nerves a bit for the most part.

Lastly, let me also say that I hope you can withstand this chapter now and stay tuned for future chapters later on then again, you've but a few options: stop right there and wait, go back to the beginning, or skip ahead to the next chapter; whatever decision you make, I won't blame you but consider yourselves warned.

Dimmity

A bright and starry night befell over the world, its inhabitants graced with the sights of much distant plasmas and a lone proximate crescent sharing the violet firmament. The only things which had dared to reach them but to no avail were tall skyscrapers drenched in even colder colors, made with industrial materials and orthogonal shapings. As a result of their beings’ fiber, an exertion of influence could be felt within every aspect of the environment and its denizens alike, irregardless of their own types thereof. Even amongst the concrete jungle, patches of lush vegetation were all found within themselves, each bearing both flora and fauna so hospitable to the likes of its observers. The areas between them were sequestered into predominately gridded streets where all sorts of metal contraptions ran rampant about while denizens got literally sidelined. The only checkpoints beyond the premises were bridges to the adjacent mainland; everything surrounding itself happened to be water reflecting the lights above and near. Between the landmasses and the fluid separating them at a vast distance, there were many ships of all shapes and sizes skittering about freely around themselves to and fro. Hovering on and about were various aircraft ranging from the smallest of gliders to the biggest airships; with that said, their collective freedom had their own limitations.

Out of all the structures found within the premises, one building in particular had stood out and about: a snow–white loft stuck in the midst of others. Like many which were sharing the same street, it was a pink flat top, evenly to a fault for many of its potential observers from any point within time. At least three rows of glass were found plastered upon the loft, many of which were the clearly crisp windowpanes of a much quadrangular scheme. Yet its simplicity alone did itself no favors, even as a rarity; after all, the glitz and glamour of its surroundings was a gritty reminder of the anomalies. Seeing the pictures and words amalgamated from the pastel colors upon the cardboard were more than enough to state its purpose therein suffice to say.

In any case, the only source of light within one of the rooms came from the moon and stars, faintly and at an angle in which was so bright it’d barely reached across straightaway. Though the ceiling, alongside the rest of the background, was dark, the lack of blackness therein was serving as proof in which color theory had been put into private practice already. A few drawers stood out within the confined space: one was opposite of a bed, its comforter clad in brighter shades befitting of the morning; the other near carried one emaciated lamp. A singular door discovered directly across from the windowsill had acted as both an ingress and egress alike at the same time, despite being obscured by the otherwise jet–black void.

“Hah, what a day: algebra’s hard enough as it is; the text alone was too small for me to read, even with a magnifying glass…” a heavy soubrette escaped into the fold, preceding the rattling of metal against wood as a click was heard before the barrier was opened almost immediately no less.

Soon enough, another sound followed after the soft yet heavy footsteps entering the finite area: it was even quicker and quieter compared to them and the words spoken not too long ago alone; nevertheless, they’d served as a signal as to what would be revealed in an instant all the same. The second the photons appeared, the darkness itself had become restricted to the outside world; as a result, the room became lighter and brighter than it even was before, if not even more so: it was all thanks to a series of bulbs hanging from a spinning fan as there were some moody blues. In spite of the heat and light bathed the otherwise naked space, the drawers themselves were the solid black objects standing out and about already: each of them had some trays slid out to be filled with various clothes in so many sorts of variations possible for its owners to take note of. Muddled about were planks of wood amalgamated together to hold the floor in, each space free of imperfections yet devoid of uniformities all the same; while they had potential to make a picture, their lack of coherence alone made them into a collective nonissue since their inception.

These details were miniscule compared to the identity of its entrant, a gangly brunette bearing brighter skin already braided into curls adorned with peachy bows already walking inside now. Her eyes radiated with the shine spark of an emerald splash but lacking in toxicity and corrosion; in fact, they were like the green grass of home from a distant time, bound to the earth by gravity. Even now, the gangly brunette was wearing a set of clothes over her body: a yellow helmet, a cyan jacket and skirt combo, a pink ribbon, a snow–white blouse and socks, and brown boots.

She’d found herself carrying a violet knapsack in tow after closing the door abaft, tossing it over to the bed before rejoining too; afterwards, her feet became freed from the heavy objects after a brief clash between them, revealing the white fabric also.

The gangly brunette wasted no time turning her attention towards a set of electronics resting underneath the unlit spotlight: one of them was a black telephone with a rotary dial and it was hooked up with a flat white device with two digits flashing; it didn’t take much for her to press a button and hear it beep, followed by an inorganic statement, “you have four new messages…”

“Hey, Yona… it’s me, Yoon…” a faint masculine voice garbled about from the machine, greeting her almost instantaneously no less, “I know you’re hesitant about the trip to Yakyakistan but I think you’re gonna be able to change your mind somehow: Hak and I have been able to come up with ways to help you immerse yourself into their culture once again. Even if this doesn’t work out, we still want you to do your best and still be friends with us all the same…”

“Why bother…?” the titular tenant talked tensely.

Another beep sounded its way into the gangly brunette’s ears as his familiar presence made its way after, “yeah, it’s me again… uh, listen, the plan we were coming up yesterday, I was hoping with Hak’s parents they’d be able to help you around the place like chaperones; I can get the map and a bed to help you spend the night if you choose to accept the offer. I got enough money for all three of us to travel to and from Yakyakistan but it hasn’t been easy securing it ever since the incident last month; just please give us a call back as soon as possible in case anything changes between the lot of us before then.”

“What’s your plan, Yoon…?” she groaned pedantically, rolling over on her side away from the contraptions with a frown onto her own face, “I’d thought your parents had an extra bed to share like you’d always offered…”

“Well, I’m sorry, Yona, I really am: mom and dad were really supportive but the roof over us had fallen in with little warning; he’s gone and broken his arm trying to clear the wreckage so I have to go early and check up on him so he can get better…!” the eponymous speaker had blurted out slightly, his voice barely remaining stable compared to last time no less.

This was enough for the aforementioned listener to soften up her gaze as she struggled to turn around and reply, “Yoon…?”

“Anyways, I’m a little worried about what’s going to happen to us all ever since the avalanche took place recently, Yona…” he’d exhaled laboriously, struggling to regain control over himself despite panting about throughout the airwaves, “this is actually the first time we all had to sleep outside in the cold together, let alone with the injury he’d sustained trying to fix it back up again. I can barely stay warm out here even with them by my side, especially with how things have been lately thanks to the damage: I had to spend the money to help him get better and fix the house back up so I had to put the plan on the backburner for now here; he was most likely disappointed to hear about it but what was I supposed to do, let him get sick and die overall?! Despite this, I’m going to go and make some money just in time for the big trip so we can help you remember your heritage; I don’t know how exactly I can do this altogether, especially at such a short notice with all things considered recently thereon: all the ingredients that I have right now aren’t enough to even make a single batch of cake, much less a slice whatsoever. Either way, I gotta make a plan to get anything and everything I need by Friday afternoon if I’m to make any bits before the trip; of course, this is only because the bazaar is only open on the weekends and it’s the only upcoming one remaining herein: besides, it’s not like I’m going to be stuck in Equestria all by myself while Hak has to explain away the dwindling band of students. Nevertheless, I gotta go anyway since I’ve been calling from a payphone and there’s this line readily developing so to speak of: I still can’t believe they have them all over in the big city but it’s like what they’d all said before – if it ain’t broke, then don’t fix it; anyways, please call me back as soon as possible whether or not you want to go because I might as well need your help.”

“Mailbox is full: to hear all old messages again, press rewind; to delete all old messages, press x…” the autonomous drone regain control over the atmosphere, prompting the gangly brunette to face the source and interact with it soon enough.

It didn’t take much for her to listen to the long whine instantaneously before subsiding into the void, leaving her to sigh softly, “I might as well take a hot bath before I go to bed; besides, I need to get out of this uniform anyway…”

Yona couldn’t do much more other than rise from her bed, already feeling the weight of her body pulling her down to earth as is: for what it was worth, hearing Yoon’s voice over the speakerphone had left her lost in a deep sea of thoughts from start to finish; that being said, it wasn’t enough to keep her down and out whatsoever, especially considering what’s going on.

Either way, no time was wasted at all in casting aside the yellow helmet, setting it on top of the drawer next to the electronics in question; afterwards, heavy boots took their owner away from the furniture as the gangly brunette was directed to another egress already found within the room. As soon as she’d slipped out of them, the slow yet steady change in temperature was suddenly felt by both feet; even with the socks still on, the differences in textures alone were enough to reinforce the sensation beneath: the past lukewarm carpentry and arctic tiles now were compared. Instead of a bland color shade from before, its walls were adorned with a color from Yona’s eyes, radiating about with its earthly essence from nature itself, despite the inorganic orientation, all of which was illuminated by a similar lightbulb high above her bared head of luscious hair. Such accommodations thereof were all firmly gathered deeply within the gangly brunette’s line of eyesight: a toilet, sink, mirror, cabinet, hamper, closet, and bathtub with carnation curtains became the very things providing such relief within those eyes of her, albeit slightly so to speak.

She’d soon taken her precious time studying what had been directly hidden behind the curtains upfront: a nozzle already guided straight overhead hung in from the walls with the mixer tap and its three handles resting underneath. Calmly, Yona had started to place her hand onto the handle at the leftmost before arranging the other opposite of the middle; before long, a heightened pitch whine was followed by a deluge of water now splashing onto the area. Plain scents emanated from the compound in question, its vapors wafting up into the gangly brunette’s nostrils as her cheekbones had soon burned brightly enough to be seen upon the visage like the longest cleared daytime sky. All that was needed was for the compound to brim with life as far as she could see it all right now here and there: walking over to the sink nearby, she’d gathered a slender bottle of lavender from there and returned to the area.

Before Yona could even open the item up, there was a ringing outside of the bathroom piercing through the stream lapping about; this was enough for her to leave and investigate, bringing her back to the phone from earlier as it was now shaking to and fro here: the repetitive noise was more than clear as she’d summoned the strength to pick it up from the hook almost immediately.

“Dammit, I’m running out of ideas for making her miserable…” the gangly brunette heard from the speaker going into her left ear instantaneously, shrill and stern no less, “huh, she really wears those things…?”

“Mm–hmm…” another voice replied, sharing a lot in common with the former since they were just like her; however, the timidness gave it away.

The first of the talkers gasped with ecstasy, much to Yona’s bewilderment no less, “wow, who knew she was such a hooch…? Perfect, I’ll hang these up in the main hallway; that’ll humiliate her for sure: she’s gonna die…”

“That’ll teach that dumb, ugly, slutty cow…” the respondent chimed with growing confidence, causing the gangly brunette to recoil about, slightly blue with shock, “we’ll show the whole world…”

“Yeah, good idea…” the speaker laughed on.

It was at this point Yona was shaking about as some oinking was being made on that same end, her hand tightening onto the hard plastic; at the same time, her teeth chattered and grind against themselves as she’d coughed about, “how disgusting…!”

“But not as disgusting as the fun and games you had in the mud puddle like a dirty little whore, eh, little miss Yakyakistan…?” the primordial voice jeered, catching the gangly brunette off–guard immediately as she was seeing red within her gaze, “it’s unbelievable that such a giantess would’ve so much of the good times with boars and sows before going back to civilization…!”

“Excuse me…?” Yona growled indignantly.

It wasn’t long until some laughter came the gangly brunette’s way, exacerbating the whole experience overall, “sooey, sooey… come here, piggy: get some of that hot barnyard style action with this gigantic anorexic Yakunt, she’ll make it worth your while; after all, that’s what’s she’ll ever be good for…!”

“SHUT UP…!” screamed Yona as she’d ripped the electronic off of the drawer, lifting it in the air before sending it down into the ground with rapid force; as a result, the only thing that had remained intact was the phone itself and even then, it, too, ended up being smashed alongside it, “LEAVE… ME… ALONE… I… DON’T… LIKE… YOU… TWO… MEANIES…!”

“HEY, PIPE DOWN, GODDAMMIT: SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP NOW…!” a much harsher masculine voice bellowed from underneath the gangly brunette’s feet as they were accompanied by some hardened tapping about.

Yona paid no mind to him or the shards of pieces scattered across the flooring as she was breathing about more than ever: heavy and husky as it was, her respiration had soon become stabilized much like before no less, synchronized with the heartbeat; soon, water sprinkled from her eyes as she’d wept faintly, “I’m not a dirty whore; I’m just a schoolgirl needing to study…”

The gangly brunette was facing the wreckage of what had used to be the device from before, her left hand stained with some red: it didn’t take long for her to realized that when they’d joined the tears soon enough, snapping their owner back to reality itself; afterwards, some composure started to return to her as she’d gotten right back up and began facing the bathroom soon enough.

When she’d returned to the bathroom, her eyes and nostrils were treated to the sights and smells of fog and water now within the very area at once. Of course, Yona wasted no time locking the door abaft like she’d done not too long ago, paying no attention whatsoever to the mess she’d made up. Walking over to the bathtub, the gangly brunette wasted no time using the bottle from earlier, opening it up to pour a small fraction into the fluid. At long last, the otherwise clear bathwater became filled up with froth as clusters of bubbles had emerged from the singular concentrated downpour.

With time of the essence, there wasn’t much she could do but cast aside the rest of her clothes from where her feet were still standing about. The first to go were Yona’s cyan jacket and matching skirt: of them, the former being more time consuming to open in comparison to the latter. Fabrics reduced to a thin layer of whiteness, the gangly brunette undid the buttons of her blouse and bared both bosoms to the inner universe. Ultimately, all that remained left were her panties and stockings, something she’d wasted no time casting aside as they’d joined the rest of them.

Yona stepped inside rather slowly and carefully at once, quickly taking the time to close up the very curtains along as well so as to shut out what little cold air had remained before it’d even got the slightest chance of following after her. It wasn’t long until the gangly brunette discovered the heated compound now instantaneously embracing her dry integuments immediately as the frigid air thereof had been transmutated by the conflicting liquid temperature already. Although she was becoming at ease by the water clothing her body, the fact it’d still fallen out of the faucet threatened to reach its limits; thankfully, she’d moved on forward to return the knobs right back to where they’d been not long ago.

If the reality of Yona’s loneliness didn’t put her at rest, then the current location thereof cemented it instantaneously: although the compound itself was lacking in variation, the heat and volume alone were more than enough for herself; after all, she was sighing at the reality of having the whole place to herself, free from the outside world as she knew. As far as the gangly brunette could tell right now, she was more than relieved irregardless since the wounds on her hand became cleaned with the soapy water immediately; at the very least, they’d been nothing more than just a burning memory, left in the past like the yesteryears of youth and yearning she and her compeers would’ve experienced. Nevertheless, she had nothing more than the frothy fluids themselves to keep herself happy and healthy, especially since her face was above the surface area altogether; the simplistic qualities in of themselves were more welcoming than the solid debris and airy voices alone, including the fog thereof still taking formation due to their prior differences.

“Having fun yet, sweetie…?” a matronly sound escaped into the naked space, catching Yona by surprise after several minutes have passed, “you should be since you’d been so overindulgent these past years, am I right…? After all, you wouldn’t know true bliss if it’d shot you in the back of yourself because most people don’t take drugs…”

“What’s that: who’s there; where are you?!” the gangly brunette sputtered as she’d pulled the curtain away again, only to find nothing of substance whatsoever besides her own articles of clothing.

More time passed as she’d surveilled her surroundings but to no avail at all so to speak of; that being said, her peace of mind had been robbed once again, much like before if at all: in this case, she was more alone than ever since there was nothing else of similar building.

Of course, Yona’s solitude was soon compromised more than ever when her eyes were treated to a much ghastly sight standing up: it was a little giant looking down at the former with so many similarities between themselves, the commonalities were breathtaking; however, the differences regarding the latter were simple and plain since they’d have been otherwise hard to tell already. Unlike the gangly brunette whom was sitting down, her counterpart was reeking with noxious scents and texture from top down: patches of various substances were clothing the latter, thinner than the textiles the former had cast aside much earlier ago no less; despite the abundance of soap and water around themselves, none of the material upon the skin showed signs of departure. Red eyes were what gave it away from what Yona could see clearly, staring outwardly from the darkness within both the sclera: their owner was filled to the brim with nothing resembling of any emotion that the sedentary eyewitness could’ve made out; in addition, there were lines of liquid escaping from the corner, reminiscent of wounds the former had sustained not so long ago. Scars of many lengths and widths also adorned the little giant’s large body, each of them telling a multitude of tales of interest; of course, the gangly brunette wasn’t in the mood to hear of it considering how many were found upon the former’s skin as is: after all, even a lone clandestine observer from the wayward pines of gravity falls rushed to a common conclusion for every one.

Of the two staring at each other, Yona’s burgeoning correspondent had wasted no time whatsoever speaking out to her; unlike the former, the latter was more broken and wheezy, no doubt a clue as to what was expected in the sudden discovery: “sain uu, Yona… udaan khugatsaa öngörsön baina, tiim biz dee…?”

“Who are you and what are you doing here: do you need any help whatsoever; why aren’t you even at the hospital right now?” the gangly bather sputtered about after hearing the little giantess out and about, way too afraid to even move if at all so to speak, “better yet, what kind of language was it that you’d spoken just now and how do you know my name; what are you…?”

“Teneg Yona, ta öv soyoloo ali khediin martchikhsan baikh yostoi; magadgüi bi chinii tölöö öör yuu ch khiij chadakhgüi baikh…” Yona’s bulky counterpart had snickered before sinking into the red, white, and blue afore herself, betraying all poise and rationality.

As soon as the little giantess was at eye level with her original observer, she, too, found herself joining in as both bodies were currently being pulled into the dirtied bathwater without warning: out of the twosome in question, the latter had struggled about to escape the otherwise tight grip latching upon the moist integuments but to no avail whatsoever as far as both jaded eyes can see. Any and all effort Yona was making were being instantaneously undermined as she’d looked around for something and/or someone to rescue her from the sudden predicament all the same; nevertheless, the memories from before did more than enough to remind them of how alone they were in the whole wide world, both outside and inside, especially since the door was locked shut.

Needless to say, the gangly brunette was able to outstretch her right hand overhead as the moistening face became directly above the water while she‘d gurgled about in defiance of such futile resistance to the force therein underwater, “help me…”

Eventually, all that remained of Yona herself inside there were the clothes and droplets of lifeblood from before but not their owner.