White Shadows

“Daddy, you’re home!” shouted Daring Do, as I walked through the door to my manor.

It had been a winding night. I woke up in the car, walked home, had to take care of a few orderly duties, and then returned to my… house. That is, if you choose to call a luxurious flat overlooking the Marediteranean Sea a house. Luna was sleeping on the couch, and Daring Do was playing with her small blocks, easily spelling words. She was obviously born, or made, with an amazing intelligence, because by age five, I was lucky enough to be even thinking straight, but then again, being beat regularly by your parents did some damage to a young pony. I was glad to see my daughter happy, and not distraught by my sudden disappearance last night.

“Hey, how’s my little girl?” I asked, picking her up, and swinging her around.

“Woona and I had fun! We stayed up all night pwaying games, and she even told me a funny bedtime story! I don’t think it was meant to be funny, but her voice made it funny!” exclaimed Daring Do hurriedly, as I swung her.

I put her down, and she tipped over to one side, slightly dizzy. I looked over to Luna, and smiled to myself. Walking over to her, I nudged her slightly, trying to wake her up gently.

“Hmm… What does thy subject desire?” asked Luna groggily, as she raised her head.

“I think the princess should return to her own bed,” I said softly, and Luna’s ears perked up.

“Oh! Goodness, we are dearly sorry about sleeping in thy bed!” exclaimed Luna, blushing deeply.

“It’s nothing, your highness. I can’t thank you enough for watching Daring last night,” I said, as Luna got up.

“It is our pleasure. We hope to see thou in the premises of our castle.” Said Luna, quickly walking out the door.

I turned to Daring, a wide smile on my face.

“So, what do you want to do today, honey?” I asked, and a huge grin appeared on Daring’s face.

A whole month. For one month, I had all the time in the world with my beloved daughter. For a whole month, my sickness grew. It wasn’t harsh enough to hurt me, due to all the degenerate things I had done my first night in Canterlot. Sure, I had to go to board meetings and such, but nothing else. I did mostly essentials, and that was it. For the month I spent with Daring, I signed her up with school, started her into Explorer camp every weekend. Of course, we did fun things together, but when duty came knocking, I answered its call. Now, it was barely a week before the Grand Galloping Gala, and I was helping with the preparations. Daring was in school, and Celestia was in her throne room, sending invitations. Luna was sleeping, so I ended up having to deal with Celestia’s head commanders. I must say, they look formal, but they bicker like children. “I want this!” and “I want that!” for a whole two days. Then, the actual ponies who were supposed to set the Gala arrived, to my happiness. There were 5 ponies, 4 old stallions, and one young mare that hadn’t shown up yet.
“We need you to watch for her, if you could. She’s slightly clutzy, but she demanded to be on the preparation team. I guess being a musician wasn’t paying enough,” One of the old stallions said, walking down the hallway to the ballroom.

“Wait, what does she look like?” I asked after them, and one of the stallions turned around.

“Sea foam looking unicorn. Lyre for a cutie mark, you can’t miss her,” Said the stallion.

I realized it was the pony that I had seen performing with Octavia the first night in Canterlot. I hadn’t got a good look at her from the peanut gallery, but I expected she was very young.

So here I was, standing outside the ballroom, fidgeting with my blade, looking like an idiot who had no idea what I was doing. It wasn’t until 15 minutes later, and countless modifications to my equipment, when the final pony had shown up. I must say, I was breathe taken.

She was a sea-foam green unicorn, with a likewise mane, except she had white streaks in her slightly unkempt mane. Her eyes were the color of the finest gold, and she had a soft look on her face, as if she was the most innocent being on earth. I was lost for words when I saw her.

“Hi! Is this the ballroom?” she asked ecstatically.

“Uhh, yeah. Right this way, madam,” I said, gesturing towards the door.

She walked in, nodding thankfully to me, and I sat outside again, not knowing what to do. For that brief moment, when we made eye-contact, I felt woozy, dizzy; like I was enchanted. I just sat down, looking at the blank wall, trying to decide what to do with the passing time. Suddenly, a figure emerged from one of the walls, a blackish shadow slowly following him.
“Hello, Shadow. Remember me?” asked the figure, and I looked up.

It was The Creator, smiling down upon me. I stood up quickly, jumping to attention.

“Relax, soldier. I’m not in the position of authority anymore, remember? Anyways, have you tried using magic yet?” He asked, and I shook my head.

“Can’t seem to find out how. I haven’t a clue of how Unicorns do it.” I said, and The Creator chuckled.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you a little crash course. Come with me,” He said, touching me on the head.

I felt like I was being torn from my body, as if I was flying through my brain. I closed my eyes for what felt like a millisecond, and then I was in a field. Gunshots rang out, and explosions sounded in the distance. The Creator was right beside me, and he was smiling.

"Welcome to the fields of Stalliongrad. As you may have known, the Equine army has pushed through the border, and is now attacking the Equestrian homeland. So here is your chance to help the Equestrian army, by using some of your magic.”
I noticed a grassy hill in front of me, and the sounds of war were coming from over the hill. I slowly walked up the hill, when I finally crested the grassy knoll.

The carnage below was terrible. Blood covered the ground, and bodies were the most prominent thing on the field, even from the distance I was at. I could hear the screams of the dying, and flames engulfed both sides. It seemed Equine was winning, due to a duo of large figures at their front lines. I tried to look closer, and The Creator walked up next to me.

“Terrible, isn’t it? What steam has done to our kind? Had we not had steam, we wouldn’t have those two Steam-Boys out there, tearing up the Equestrian National Army,” Said The Creator, putting a hoof on my shoulder.

“Why can’t we destroy it? It’s just metal.”

“Because those things are enchanted. They’re the Equal to a tank.”

"Me?"

"NO! The Fluffy Pink Pony who seems to be humping your forleg!" shouted the Creator.

I looked down to see a small, pink pony raping my leg. I couldn't feel a thing, seeing as how my Trench coat was in the way. I picked it up, and threw it down the hill, wiping its bodily fluids off my coat. The Creator watched it roll down the hill at a whopping two miles per hour, and then stop at the bottom. It lay still, obviously dead.

"You were abused as a child, weren't you?" asked the Creator, and I scoffed.

"I grew up in Equine, you're weird if you weren't abused there. Especially if you were in the orphanage like me."
The Creator nodded, and then looked at the battle.

"Okay, I want you to focus hard at the lead battalion of soldiers." He said, and I looked at it.

I stared hard at the group, until my vision became blueish on the outline.

"Now blink."

I blinked, and I felt like I had teleported. I opened my eyes, and looked around. I was surrounded by wide eyed Equine soldiers, and I instinctively drew my sword.

"Use the cannon fodder!" shouted the officer.

Suddenly, I heard hundreds of tiny screams. The battalion split apart, the sharpshooters aiming their muskets at me, and the footponies drawing their swords. A massive swarm of multicolored ponies scuttled towards me, screaming in baby language, and I drooped.

"You guys use Griffon pets as cannon fodder. How lovely."

I took fighting stance, and braced for battle.

The small, fluffy, excuses for ponies swarmed me, hugging me with all their might. To say that I was confused would be an understatement. The only thing that I could think of is how many tiny furry dicks were being pressed up against my legs. I guess that was what the Equine footsoldiers wanted, because they charged at me, their swords aiming for my torso.
I reacted immediately, slicing through the waves of fur, giving me a straight shot out of the hordes of warm and fuzzys. I rolled out of the way, and the fluffy ponies then started to hug their “Daddehs” and started apologizing about how they failed to hug me to death. I started to laugh, when a sharpshooter came up to me, his bayonet heading straight for me throat. I grabbed it, and looked him straight in the eye, my personality changing from light hearted, to dead serious.

“No.” I simply stated, before running him through with my blade.

I grabbed his rifle, and aimed it at the officer, who was desperately trying to get away from the small, fluffy ponies. I fired a single shot, and he was flung to the ground, obviously killed on impact, crushing a few fluffies in the progress. I then used the spent rifle as a spear, using the bayonet to run through any fluffies or soldiers who got close to me, but it was a losing battle. The fluffies were incapacitating me by hugging me and rubbing their tiny little genitals on my coat, and the Steam-Boy was slowly lumbering over to me, his chainsaw slowly spurring to life.

“Shit!” I shouted, as bullets whizzed over my head.

The rounds from the Equestrian army tore through the air, cutting down Equinian forces. I brushed off the last of the fluffies, but it was too late. One of the Steam-Boys was aiming a massive blunderbuss at me, and was slowly pulling the trigger.
Suddenly, time stopped, and The Creator waltzed out of the smoke and haze, smiling.

“Well, I guess I better tell you the second part of your magic training. While you’ll never be able to stop time, you can control elements of time. Here, raise your hoof.”

I raised my hoof up, and another brand appeared on my hoof. It glowed a light blue, and suddenly time resumed. I felt a weird sensation of power in my left hoof, and suddenly the blunderbuss exploded.

The Cannonball flew at me, stopping mere inches in front of me. My hoof was keeping it at bay, as it floated in front of me. I then pushed it forward, propelling it at the Steam-Boy. It tore through the large metal soldier’s head, producing a spray of blood. Another blunderbuss shot was fired at me from the other Steam-Boy, and I deflected it as well, this time tearing the massive suit of armor in half. I turned to see the Equine army running away from the field, obviously demoralized that a masked soldier had just come in and completely ass raped their forward battalion. The fluffies were still scrambling around, trying to find their “Daddehs”. A couple were crying into the dead bodies of the dead or dying sharpshooters, covered in blood and shitting and pissing themselves sensless. Suddenly, the Equestrian army came charging over the hills, and I quickly pick up a smaller fluffy.

I look around, wondering when I’m going to be teleported back, and suddenly, I feel myself being pulled away from reality again. I become detached, and I fell into blackness again.

I woke up surrounded by beautiful looking mares, dressed in lingerie. They were looking at me with hunger in their eyes, and a couple of them were licking their lips.

“Well look at you, big boy. How you got in here, I don’t know, but I could give you a good time, if you wanted,” Said one of the ponies.

“I bet he’s got a big one.”

“Mmm, sugar, I want a taste of you…”

I withdrew in horror, as the mares slowly enclosed on me, and the fluffy in my arms gasped.

“Daddeh gun have speciaw huggehs!” It shouted, and I just looked at it.

It couldn’t have seen it, due to my mask hiding my face, but I was on the verge of slapping that thing on the head. I can’t even remember why I brought that thing with me.

I focused hard on the window beyond me, and my vision went blue. Suddenly, I was thrown at the window, smashing through the thin glass, and then landing on the concrete below. I looked up, and I realized I was in the steam pits. The industrial area of Canterlot, this was crime central. A guy with a fluffy pony and nice clothes, not to mention my sabre, was probably going to have a bad time here. I wasn’t going to stick around long enough to see all the downtown whores, or the mercenaries, because I was getting the hell out of there, now.

I looked upwards, noticing a small shaft from the Canterlot I knew and loved, and I focused once more. I was then propelled up from the shaft, and I landed on the nice paved streets of uptown Canterlot. I ran back to the castle.