Twilight's Felquines of Xenon
The Boötes void (/boʊˈoʊtiːz/)1 is an approximately spherical region of space found in the vicinity of the constellation Boötes, supposedly containing very few galaxies, hence its name. It is enormous, with a radius of 62 megaparsecs. In reality there’s not enough photons to pick up on what lies inside it.
There is a doorway bigger than the outside, a universe size to be approximate. Inside it lays a titanic planet dubbed Xenon with a swarm of specs of planets orbiting it, imagine if Saturn’s rings were planets, each planet has its own physics and microbiology. The planet we shall focus on right now is a planet with two cores. Its natural inhabitants are relatively weak, feeble, not fit for galaxy conquest. Its neighboring planets are even weaker. Further deep inside the two-cored planet there is a pocket dimension with aliens inside it of a cat-equine like physique. They mind their own business as best as they can living in an utopia. Their leader Twilight often goes on the main Xenon planet to extract a supply of energy as a contingency plan in case world-threatening events appear. This secret within a secret is well kept as only a group of curious readers were granted access into this world.
In this text I will present to you Twilight’s felquine species.
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In the dark of the night where the ork brothers scouting group is setting up camp on a cliff.
(A translation of what the “ork brothers” are saying is easily found online if you don’t understand their dialogue)
“Oi boss i found dis kute little kitty, kan we eat ‘er?
The cathorse looked small even by human standards, around 1 foot wide and tall.
“No ya fool it might be poisonous. Also 'dat looks more like a mixbred horse kat ta me. ‘Dat little kat jus made sheep noises. An' now it's do'n puppy noises.”
“Dis planet iz full uv noth'n but weak beasts like dose griffons we kooked, dey tasted really gud too. I doubt dese kittens will be any more dreaten'n.”
“ Fine whateva keep ‘er as pets, but i don't like it. “
“ Oh but it feels so derapeutic hold'n ‘er ya should try it boss.”
“... Hey dis duz feel nice uhh iz it purring? an’ now it's start'n ta hum an’ now it's sing'n its little heart out.”
“Ssh wot's ‘dat?”
“Boss it's a whole group uv im.”
From the night within glowing feline horses appeared within. Their coats, eyes, hooves glowed as they made their presence clear. The air smelled of a powerful sweet clean scent. Some of them made whale noises, others purring and meowing sounds.”
“Tsst zztt get outta ere... we have enough... “
“Hnhgh dey do smell nice.“
“The kat equines pounce onto im, boss.”
“Any kages?”
“We don't take prisonaz we don't got no stink'n kages.
“Hey wot yer do'n ta dat armor... wow...”
The cat equine cracked the armor just by touching it with its marshmallowy hoof.
alright kat off da armor, uhh boss dis kat feels like it's weight'n more dan a ton... ughh 4 tons... 10 tons...
the ork brother drops the cat on the armor and the armor cracks, the cat steps on the ground and it leaves tiny craters behind it as it playfully moves its horse tail, it jumps once and it causes a tiny quake as if a 1000 ton giant jumped in place. One of the orc brothers smashes a non-spiky hammer into the cat, but it bounces back hard smashing the orc in a pool of red energy that’s absorbed by the cat. The hammer swings and swipes a tree in half and cracks 5 boulders to dust before the hammer cracks.
The cat horses grin as one of the ork brothers instantly falls to the ground from touching it. They smirk as they start singing subtly and peering into the minds of the ork brothers.
The equine cats started growing in size to 1 to 7 feet tall and taking on more equine characteristics.
The ground turns purple and the trees turn to crystal as they sing, a few white stars grow from the ground, very thin crevices with energy across the land, magic clouds form from which dust, stars, half moons fall, they burn and corrupt to the touch turning the ork brothaz’s skin from green to white and sometimes purple and black. The felquines eat the stars that boosts their life and magic up, the ground to them feels like a soft carpet that invigorates them, they love the touch, but to the ork brothers’ it feels exactly like a moss that infects.(references: [1]Shakuras, [2]Crystalsong Forest, [3]Mario Forever World 3 Starland)
The orks fall under a spell from the smell as they daze off. The cats start humming and singing a siren like song and the three hundred or so ork brothers start marching off the cliff in a line and into a pool of energy that dismantles cells instantly. The equinefelines smelled of powerful mind-altering scents among with sweet scents of flowers and cake. They smelled clean yet sweet, giving a very relaxing sensation.
The main cat equine reads the mind of the orc brother’s leader and steals his knowledge.
“Your camaraderie is formidable orc brothers, but I am on a whole another level compared to you in this aspect. Interesting ... you don't know of the energy geysers deep in the caves on the main planet, but you do know of someone who wants it? I see. Unfortunately for you your army does not mix well with my own. Goodbye. I shall take care of this emperor when he arrives as I have with many before him. This sector belongs to me. May you revive into whoever you dreams desire, orc brothers.”
The feliquines clean after themselves leaving not a hint of a fight and quickly disappear into a pocket dimension. The way they moved was more than just practiced a million times, it was a hivemind, they didn’t require communication with each other and did not take even 1/1000th of a second to process the information between each other. The purple ground and everything returns back to normal as the felquines leave, as if nothing happened.
Far away on the Xenon planet a gargantuan magma beast, it turns into a swarm of white orbs and all its energy absorbed into a relatively small sized black beast that dimly glows in silver. All the energy the black beast used up was recovered, no energy was wasted. The black beast is none other than one of Twilight’s facets, the lord facet, but this one looks like a giant black dragon-horse hybrid.
“Make contact with this emperor through one of his men’s minds, let us know what he plans to do with this world. If it doesn’t affect us then I won’t bother with his skirmish. I’m expecting the worst though.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7iNSC51oIQ
The Boötes void (/boʊˈoʊtiːz/)1 is an approximately spherical region of space found in the vicinity of the constellation Boötes, supposedly containing very few galaxies, hence its name. It is enormous, with a radius of 62 megaparsecs. In reality there’s not enough photons to pick up on what lies inside it.
There is a doorway bigger than the outside, a universe size to be approximate. Inside it lays a titanic planet dubbed Xenon with a swarm of specs of planets orbiting it, imagine if Saturn’s rings were planets, each planet has its own physics and microbiology. The planet we shall focus on right now is a planet with two cores. Its natural inhabitants are relatively weak, feeble, not fit for galaxy conquest. Its neighboring planets are even weaker. Further deep inside the two-cored planet there is a pocket dimension with aliens inside it of a cat-equine like physique. They mind their own business as best as they can living in an utopia. Their leader Twilight often goes on the main Xenon planet to extract a supply of energy as a contingency plan in case world-threatening events appear. This secret within a secret is well kept as only a group of curious readers were granted access into this world.
In this text I will present to you Twilight’s felquine species.
Masters of illusion and deceit against their enemies, they hide their intentions well and veer to fight in indirect ways. Sadistic yet benevolent, unforgiving as they are generous, adventurous as they are passive, they are a species with the standards of elves, playfulness of a feline and pride of a sayian.
Their creator and leader is Twilight, she has many literal representations of herself. Twilight’s facets takes upon the role of a general, the other a lord, the other a social master control unit, the other a bookworm, and many others, but her main facets try to remain low to only 9 as they control power amongst each other. They are an advanced eusocial hivemind incapable of civil wars.
Their biology is self-contained. They create their nutrients inside their bodies and do not require oxygen, nor are affected by radiation, they are capable of flying in space without a suit. They have no such thing as hunger. Their unique food is like bubble gum, it’s only for taste purposes.
They have a thick fake marshmallow-like memory foam skin on top of their natural skin.
The military unit has a rubbery skin beneath it that gets extra thick to protect against blunt damage. They constantly use suits for missions and rely on an invisible force field to control the gravity around them.
If you’re looking for adventure it is not yet here, this is the exposition part.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zb4Wgl_MBFc
I open the scene with the most relaxing areas I shall not name. It’s a lush green meadow between the mountains with crystal trees, candy-flavored apples and rainbow rivers. Tiny fairies and ewes and crystal berries that have an addictive and known taste to humans; the 4th flavor . The houses are made of bright crystal and some furniture made out of solid light. Unicorns use solid light platforms as elevators out of laziness, pegasi levitate themselves. There are no earth horses. It is a combination of the crystal empire and canterlot with some ponyville. Unlike the crystal empire the buildings look like crystal, not the town of bedrock painted over it. There’s a crystal clear sentient lake that throws you out if you get stuck in it so it’s impossible to drown. The horses have a more shiny look to them, 70% of their irises shine and their pupils can change colors. During night time their whole body can glow in the dark, especially for pegasi. There’s another place but back on the Xenon planet, a gargantuan metropolitan city also hidden and dubbed neon city that has around 3 sectors; a futuristic light area, a neon area, and a gothic area, said city floats above a gigantic pit from where energy can be found.
It's some of the most sci-fi medieval world and aliens you can see. It’s a magical world with sci-fi behind the scenes. The world is a separate mixture of a playground utopia and extremely dangerous overgrown territories. I designed this world with the idea that you could see yourself living in it, it’s an utopia, an idealistic and interesting and exciting utopia, not a boring euphoria of do-nothing but eat and sleep like a locust.
“Get in, little human cells. We’re going on a school field trip”.
A solid-light school bus filled with scholars driven by one of the facets of Twilight of Equestria arrives on the crystal light meadows.
List of items to point out - Eusocial community, army vs civilians, anthems, locations, music, language, economy, biology, religion, culture, entertainment, items, geography, comparison, canonicity, difference between species, libraries, competitions, weapons, vehicles.
“So what’s your tax policy?” asked Andy Anon Mouse
“Gems are free as any vanity item is, the power is kept for the army side.” Answered the teacher.
“How many of you are there and how do you reproduce?”
“Around 12 million on the social side, the army fluctuates between much smaller and much bigger. And this one I elevate it, I hold it in high regard: the means of reproduction is through magic pools, mirrors, sometimes budding, and only when approved by the lord herself. There’s another one, but used only in extreme cases: mass cellular reproduction. We could mass-populate this sector, but we try to keep calm, especially because the more we reproduce, the more stretched, the more unhinged, the more one dimensional the species becomes. We have the means to war, but it sacrifices the means to a perfect social world, we would have to commit a mass genocide to keep the quality.”
The citizens seem relatively mute, not moving their mouths, instead only for concerts and humming they produce sounds and mimic voices to record for music.
One of the felquines Blue Sugar comes up and looks at Twilight the teacher, in under a second they have a whole conversation.
Blue Sugar looks at the human and tries talking with it through its mind
(Greetings. I’m Blue Sugar, and what do they call you?)
(Uhh why is her coat blue, monkey, anon, space… I wonder if she’s judging …) my name is Andy Mouse))
Blue Sugar winces and smiles as she subconsciously talks to Twilight.
She starts using her vocal cords “Your mind is hilarious, but dull, Mr Mouse. 15 hours meeting and exploration? I see. I won’t keep you, scholar.”
… “What was that?”
“Blue is one of the most mean spirited sides of me, she’d probably shove you into the matrix prison if she didn’t know you. There’s also other mean spirited sides, she isn’t the only one.”
“That was mean spirited?!”
“Judge their subtleties, albeit she was very blunt about it from my perspective. For one of the social equines she’s very antagonistic. The ones in neon city are even less subtle. Yes my species is incredibly xenophobic and sadistic when they wake up on the “wrong” side of the bed, but could you really blame them?”
“As you’ll notice the felquines might seem mute, but they’re very talkative mentally, especially for small talk. She insisted out of curiosity to see how your mind handles telepathy, but one) your subconscious is too hectic to keep a conversation and two) your conscious is too slow to talk at the speed we talk. We’ve managed to combine both conscious and subconscious into one, so we can utilize the subconscious’ raw speed without messing up. The conscious was always more organized compared to the subconscious and unconscious that don’t look where they’re going.”
“Aren’t they just all facets of yourself? You’re basically talking to yourself?”
“It’s the equivalent of talking to your family, your own DNA, but in my case I tailored it specifically to fall in line. No, only a small group that best represent me can instantly tap into my power and knowledge directly and only on the battlefield. I have a very depthful personality which I splintered into 12 to 20 million felquines, the social control facet allows them to keep their personality intact and in line. I mastered my mind to not argue with myself to the point I cannot have civil wars with myself. That way it is easy to understand and agree with one another. Some side of me endears you while the other side wants to kick you out of this world, luckily through sheer self control I can disable said genes that feel this way and it feels just like a third party person like yourself. I can hear his words, but I am incapable of his feelings and perspective. Thus I cannot be corrupted, sabotaged, mentally disabled. My feelings and perspective stay true to something objective based on quality. The master control facet is like a mind library and a mental guidance, however make no mistake you cannot mind control it neither destroying it affects us, it isn’t a double edged sword.”
Army v.s. civilians
“How do you handle your armies?”
“We use special bodies to go into battle. That way it doesn’t affect the mind. We even use biomechanoids we control from afar.” Even if the “warrior” traits uh excuse me the aggressive traits more honestly said were dormnant we absolutely do not take chances; aggressive and negative traits have no business being in a social world as such we separate our minds so we do not have war veterans who do not belong here having their aggressive traumatic moments.
Andy looks at Twilight wanting to speak, but Twilight speaks before he even has the chance to formulate the question.
“You ask of our banner and flag? What do you see?”
“A phoenix with a nest protecting its eggs.”
“Look closer, those eggs are actually bunnies, they are just shaped like eggs. The phoenix represents the warrior side, and the bunnies the social side and the literal eggs at the same time.
The phoenix just like a jellyfish dies and is reborn, having no sense of permanent death and not having to cope with living through DNA that doesn’t remember its past life. The social side? Of course they are also reborn, they change their bodies like you change your socks.”
“Our anthem? Yes we do have a few, I’ll bring up one which carries the following themes:
Angels, reproduction, blood purity, open mindness without manipulation, happiness, death as my bride, elegancy, confidence, social butterfly aspect, pursuit of wisdom and intelligence, etc.”
https://vocaroo.com/1luRQsQF87aa
Black Phoenix’ anthem variation:
Feel the fire's deep embrace within our hearts so strong,
Life's breath, ablaze with passion, ignites our joyful song.
We spread our angelic wings, guided by knowledge's light,
Unyielding to darkness or light, together we take flight.
God walks not with mere mortals, but among fiery angels bold,
Witnesses of night and day, our wisdom will unfold.
With wings extended wide, we pierce shadows with our might,
Seeing through blinding rays, revealing truth's pure light.
On twilight's edge we dance, within its mystical glow,
God's thoughts, her words, resonate, in us they brightly flow.
Born to love, born to live, hearts ablaze with vibrant flame,
Crackling with joyous fervor, never shall we be tame.
Death bows before our essence, as from ashes we arise,
Embers breathe life anew, spreading fire to the skies.
Cloaked in death's shadowed mask, we wield its timeless power,
The black flame, burning passionately, our spirits it empowers.
Unyielding, eternal flames, within us they reside,
Ever-changing forms we embrace, with grace we shall abide.
Reaping rewards, unburdened by the body's fleeting plight,
Death unveils new horizons, igniting our souls' resolute light.
Rather death than false hope's snare, we choose truth's vibrant bloom,
Living fully, breath unfettered, casting away all gloom.
We're born to live, not to play a lifeless, empty role,
Breathing freely, never choked, our spirits will extol.
Parasites and tyrants may dream of binding our will,
We despise them as reflections, their frailties we fulfill.
Becoming their doppelgangers, we exploit their feeble game,
Defeating the parasites of mind, liberation is our aim.
A blazing suicide we'd choose, over defeat and chains,
Enemies shall regret their deeds, haunted by ghostly remains.
Like Sisyphus, their burdens bear, forever steeped in woe,
Regretting the day they crossed paths with our relentless glow.
No nobility resides in thieving parasites' domain,
No symbiotic bond they forge, only anguish and disdain.
Eternal prisons await those who dare challenge our might,
Their audacity fuels our flames, sealing their eternal night.
In torment and despair, enemies left to rue,
Their deeds turned to ashes, by our fire they're consumed.
No honor dwells among parasites, their thieving ways unjust,
Eternal flames shall engulf them, reducing them to dust.
Black Phoenix’ poem variation:
Within our hearts, a fire's aglow, it breathes life anew,
Breathing fire, sunlight's embrace warms our wings so true.
We spread angelic wings, illuminating knowledge's path,
Unblinded by darkness or light, in wisdom we hold our faith.
God walks not 'midst mortals, we're her fiery angels bright,
Both night and day, we see, as her knowing angels of light.
Spread your angelic wings, cast light upon shadows' retreat,
Through night and blinding glare, fearlessly we'll greet.
Neither darkness nor light can shroud our resolute sight,
In blinding brilliance and darkest depths, we see with insight.
We dwell on twilight's edge, where day and night entwine,
God walks among us, breathing thoughts, her soul aligns.
In her essence, we see, hear, and speak with her voice,
Her spirit guides our journey, in unity, we rejoice.
Born to live, born to love, in excitement we embrace,
Playfully alive, boredom finds in us no trace.
Our hearts pump with fervor, ablaze with vibrant fire,
Gladly alive, joyously crackling, our spirits inspire.
Endless energy courses through, never weary, never spent,
Angels' melodies resound, thrilling yet tranquil, content.
Death bows to our command, from ashes, we emerge anew,
Embers breathe life, spreading like wildfire, it's true.
We wear death's mask and shadows, embracing their disguise,
A tireless black flame, passion forever in our eyes.
Our spirits breathe eternally, never extinguished or subdued,
Ever-changing forms, the black flame's essence eludes.
Reaping rewards, no lament, as the body's flame recedes,
Death brings forth new fire, igniting our journey's deeds.
Rather death than hope that's bittersweet, hollow, and frail,
Rather life, vibrant and vivid, beyond mesmerizing's veil.
We're born to truly live, not to merely pretend,
To breathe deeply, not to choke on falsehood's blend.
Promises hold no allure, for they may deceive and betray,
We'd choose death over a life that's born astray.
Silent shadows whispering, we'd rather perish than comply,
Life's warmth we embrace, freezing waiting we deny.
Parasites and tyrants, dreaming to enslave our souls,
We despise them as our doppelgangers, their deeds take their toll.
We comprehend their essence, as if mirrored in their plight,
Becoming their doppelgangers, exploiting weaknesses in sight.
We slay the parasites that tainted our once clear mind,
Preferring a blazing suicide to defeat and slavery, we find.
Enemies shall regret, as they battle phantoms in despair,
Rolling boulders uphill, caught in torment's snare.
Regretting they dared to cross our path, their souls ablaze,
No nobility among thieving parasites, no worthy gaze.
For those who dare challenge, eternal prisons await,
Their audacity met with fire's wrath, sealing their dreadful fate.
Music and language
There is no finalized example, but the music felquines create and listen to is always upbeat yet eloquent with often a lot of choirs and stretched out solos both instrumentally and vocally. They can be euphoric but not suppose to be melancholic. Thematically they are mostly victorious tunes, but not aggressive ones. Genre wise they are orchestras and techno.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zb4Wgl_MBFc
Gaelic while a beautiful language when spoken properly is still a very primitive language with harsh sounds, it still lacks the modernity to describe my own language which contains a lot of the sounds the letters “V”a “E”a “L”a VaRaEaLa’s s make while still being simple to understand, plus in-world the psychic horses would instantly understand one another through perspective swapping. The felquines can imitate instruments just like birds do, often sounds you’d expect out of electronic music.
The language would be separated into 2 versions; one for succinct communication and the other specifically designed for singing to sound as good as possible regardless of its grammar in relation to the first version of the language. The singing language contains less “R”s. The language would be very filled with softer sounds V instead of F, N instead of M, each consonant would be followed by a soft vowel such as E. There would be no T, H, G, J, Sh, Ts and no overuse of Cs and Is. Despite the upbeat tunes the horses, namely in the crystal meadows, do not dance. The Neon horses however do dance in sync despite electronic music not being popular for dancing.
Meanwhile the felquines in Neon City create and listen to something more akin to this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ag4yPpbRelU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Teogpa2h09g
If you were to combine their traits together they’d listen to something like this:
From a third party perspective it represents the sci-fi medieval world and the mixture of primitive art and modern execution without killing the first... which I’m kinda lying cause it turns into a dichotomy. Well… the second and third one are a better example if you want a good translation/execution of the use of primitive instruments.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYsc6bwv360
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7aYfjE8h48
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRh-dzrI4Z4
Once again the felquines can imitate any kind of sound
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mSB71jNq-yQ
The minority listen to these, but as you can hear they still maintain the core tastes everyone else has. It’s slower, darker, melancholic, depressive, gothic, jazz lazy, dramatic, relaxing, even commercial, but still maintains one or more of; melodic voices, violins, cellos, double bass, choirs, speediness.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGCsyshUU-A
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ttqnz-xnwWM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xStj_keOMSM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8E7yYNGIKvk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F05wgMC1bEw
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8E7yYNGIKvk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NE2AvbROl5k
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aaGEbm97AAw&list=PLhV0S_CLD6ZTxM8nfBTQLwW46_3965W11
Classical music from the likes of Mozart while beautiful is objectively primitive just like 8-bit,16-bit,keygen music, the idea behind it is good, but the execution leaves much to be desired. As such pieces like Pirates of the Carribbean are cheap yet effective examples of orchestra done correctly. 90s music have a melancholic and dreamy idea behind them, but abysmal whiny singers and bad microphones. Same for 80s rock.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hr30UnLRoIE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJEt7qPvhbM
“What do you need food and spoken language for if you don’t need sustenance and don’t need verbal communication?”
“Emulating sensations from a memory, the past, a proxy, does not feel as good as feeling it directly in real time no matter how much you’ve memorized said tastes, songs and voices.
“What about the EoH?”
“The elements of harmony? They are a primitive group of artefacts that were previously used to channel minds and energy. In a more detailed way; they were used to fuse, switch, separate personalities and talents of a group of horses. More succinctly put; personality switching and fusions.”
“Now with the advent of a more advanced DNA allowing for eusocial behavior and for the master control unit, the EoH are no longer necessary, the power and personality is within the horses all without requiring a conduit.”
Neon city - real name: unknown
“I’d tell you to stick close to me in this area, but there is no need for that. Codename The Neon City is the more hectic, rebellious, younger, adventurous “degenerate” place in my world. Unlike the meadow area these cats do dance and they do race, among other competitions that do not involve direct combat. “
“Hello, lady Twilight~”. Hello my little cells. – Twilight looks at Andy before the two open their mouth.
“Want us to show you around, Mr. Mouse?” she purrs.
The tiny filly looks like it is about to pounce, but doesn’t.
“That’s a horse? Looks like a deer” asks Andy.
Two slightly taller slender felquines; a filly and a colt with pristine white coats and small black birth marks on their coats all over the place appear. The filly is wearing a red necklace the other a black n white bandana around his neck. The colt’s hoof legs have black except for the end of his hooves, making them look like arm sleeves, and his white ear has a black blotch “drawn” like a thunder. The filly has a tiny black heart on her cheek. Their manes and tails change between a dark vibrant red and a black n white.
“Oh on second thought we don’t have enough time so we’ll just let the teacher tell you about us”
The two leave.
“Who were those?” And what happened?”
“To answer your second question that’s the master control unit in action, they keep the denizens in check in case of scenarios like these, it actually keeps them extra specist, not to mention it would take forever to show you who they are. As for the first question. They are part of a royal blood family of necromancers despite their white coats. They all live in a mansion practicing dark magic. Those 2 were some of the older ones despite their appearance. I’ll go into full detail about them another time.”
“The felquines around these parts are more open to things like dark magic due to their youth, but don’t mistake that openness for understanding, they will leave you hanging when they get bored of you. They are far more playful and touchy, but they still see you as a pet and due to their open mentalities they will … touch their pets. They are a far more curious bunch going further to sate their curiosity for experimentation than others, but bore them and they’re just as specist as the ones back in the meadows.”
“Speaking of pets, just a footnote but the ewes and fairies we have cannot feel pain and while we don’t mistreat them by abandoning and letting them roam free in any world we do not have any protection in place beyond a quick death. However on the battlefield fairies act as burnable mana and health potions, we use them and they disappear. We don’t grow attached to animals, they’re the equivalent of digital pets to your world.”
“In the meadows sports and most competition are not encouraged, unlike in the neon city. However the sports here are mostly based on racing and best science projects. Dance competitions are not based on performance because everyone is already good at the execution part. Dances, just like songs, are based on creativity for most interesting and original motions, we often have both live and recorded light shows for the appreciation of motion. Speaking of which we repurposed our previous melee combat suits into fireworks suits to create manual spectacles, but we often let the fairies burn to do that.”
“There are no fight-based competitions such as boxing, neither ball-based competitions like the Mesoamerican ballgame. Magic fights? They are part of the science projects, however there is no fighting. Magic competitions here are the equivalent of keeping up a black hole from expanding. Felquines are powerful magic users, but not galaxy-shattering powerful, at least not initially and not as a single specimen.”
Racing example:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJP4X3VjDIA
“And here we have the the library and the prison. We store our prisoners in a special hell of their own making like a matrix. Their minds are trapped in books forever. There isn’t a single equine in the matrix. The space is infinite so we can keep as many as we want, we boast our prisons as a way for our enemies to back off and prefer death over imprisonment.
Here we have recollections of memories of certain stories. This one is about two ponies that lived together with a family of griffons in Klugetown who ran away and found us, we turned them into felquines. In this one there’s a story about humanoids who 80% were killed 20% we turned into felquines.“
“How does it work? Isn’t there any chance of the prisoners escaping or those not born felquine doing something to the hivemind?”
“No, you see, they are born as felquines. Their consciousness doesn’t hold a candle to the subconscious, it doesn’t influence the DNA. The mentality, knowledge, tastes, memories cannot alter what your DNA is dictating and evolving the brain, lest we mention chemicals. They don’t have to abstain from their true nature because they are born with a new nature. Mind control? The thing about mind control is that you can’t force the brain to be something it isn’t, you can force certain existing dormant traits of the brain to be utilized or force him into a zombie, but you cannot change a peach into an apple and an intellectual into a redneck and vice versa.”
“And this one… we were on our way on a mission and some of the less savory acquaintances of my facets were getting in the way, attracting unwanted attention, we left them in the prison of Klugetown while we were busy on a deep sea mission. They were our informants, but they exceeded their usefulness and were proving to be a liability.”
“And in another event we fooled around with a doppelganger till we revealed at the end that we are incapable of being spied on, manipulated, assimilated and so on. That’s the advantage of a complete eusocial society.”
“There was a faedragon species that is now extinct. In their arrogance they attempted parasitism. One of my greater facets uno reversed them and genocided them with the flip of a switch. They attempted to corrupt the selenar horse with their fairy contracts and it backfired horribly as she fried their brains. They attempted to mind control her and somehow succeeded temporarily until the body assimilated the parasite and put it to good use as a true symbiote except it’s more like the cell enslaving a bacteria.”
“We have some benevolent relations with the deerfoxes, catfoxes and reindeer of this world. The griffons we like to bully, we are not above that and we do not mistakenly say “be nice and they’ll be nice too”, griffons and various creatures such as yaks are not capable of benevolence and respect, their brains do not allow them to. The caribou especially know their place when dealing with us as do various normal equines. However we do not take slaves, neither do we attempt hybridization, we know our place high above them without so below it. We never depend on slaves.”
“So tell me about your facets and the personalities we can meet.”
The felquine teacher smiles and implants a list of names and memories into his head without requiring any dialogue of any sort, neither verbal neither thought.
Empress Twilight – This facet acts as a proactive Celestia going on hunting trips of titans to supply energy back home. She’s benevolent, mysterious, mischievous, responsible and actually messes in the affairs of others like dwarves when they require help with a gigantic dragon.
Twilight Galaxy – Less off a bookworm and more of a proactive jack of all trades and a nasty leader who takes control of the situation and has a nasty habit of teaching you disciplinary lessons through hexes and curses. Benevolent, mischievous, edgy, self-righteous, a dirty mind, sarcastic, full of energy, laughs maniacally, has a sadistic streak, has high expectations of others she demands be met. She likes to party as opposed to being a sourpuss no fun allowed communist. She is an eloquent speaker who can convince you you’re a purple platypus with pink specks who eats cyanide for breakfast. She’s often very vengeful. Her middle name is Evangeline.
Twilight Sparkle – The cute innocent dork bookworm without a mean bone in her, she often allows herself to be offended without any backlash, repercussions of any kind. Gets giddy over cute things like sleepovers. Waifu material as long as you can be the driving force supporting her offensively. Middle name Tara.
Various characters you already know are featured from 2D-3D characters to their 1D selves as mentioned right above. As such I shall mention unique takes on said characters.
Mane6 Griffons – these were made as a joke. Griffons aren’t actually multi colored like these ones are. The main cast as griffons is a sick little joke, a parody of the Mane6 at their worst which live in Griffonia, they are kept as a practical buttmonkey to show how the Mane6 should not behave and are often reprimanded for their antagonistic offensive streaks and incompetence.
Zephyrina Zipp Storm– Cause I really like her. The subtle combination of Twilight and Rainbow without being a stereotype. Kind of an introvert with her detective hobby and wants to be left alone to be irresponsible and rebellious rather than rule her kingdom, she’s indeed an interesting character to write for. Often a meta avatar for the viewer who wants to get the plot going on and who notices things only the viewer would notice compared to other ignorant characters, but her streak as both a tomboy and a booksmarts detective physicist is interesting.
Fluttershy – This version of Fluttershy, nicknamed Angel, has a white coat with pink eyes and pink hair. Her personality is of herself and Applejack but as humble rather than prideful. She has a garden up in the clouds and takes care only of animals equal or smaller than a weasel. Prefers to take care of ladybugs and butterflies. She’s often the wise one and a therapist. Fluttershy isn’t meek, she’s a mommabear that maintains her femininity. Has a pet mouse named Mortimer who’s shy. Her middle name is Fiona.
Loveheart- A darker shade of pink and fuchsia nearing magenta, this version of Pinkie Pie is an expert charmer. Most charming, can also be an entertainer, caretaker, eccentric madwoman, slut, most versatile with roles and personalities. But her default personality is a dreamy romancer that makes everything feel important and wholesome. Talks in a glassy voice. Most powerful bard. Middle name Diane.
Rayne Dash – Similar to Rainbow Dash, but she’s more sarcastic, business savvy, great at planning, construction. Doesn’t reduce herself to competing lest it’s for a bet. Her hair color often changes between 1 color at a time. If ever she gets a rainbow mane it lacks yellow and orange. Sometimes referred to as Lady Rainbow she earned her title by being top flyer and participating and starting numerous flying teams like the Cometeers, Shadowbolts, Sun Riders, Stormbolts, each with their own magic created by her. She has a rare DNA streak she took from an ancient species of pegasi that could access a hidden world inside the northern lights. She lives high up on the edge of space on a rainbow road. Her middle name is Elisabeth.
Applejack – Adventurous, wears a black hat and matching bandana around her neck. Has a Spanish accent, is arrogant, prideful, boastful, obnoxious, selfish, insecure, but also noble, generous, good hearted. Her middle name is Amber
Jack Hayseed – Same adventurous character but with a lighter shade of orange and the opposite of an arrogant personality, instead he’s humble, always loves to help to the point it’s annoying, he loves to wonder around.
Silver Swirl – Coat colored in silver with white glowing swirls all around her. This version of Rarity lives in a tall platinum tower with a gem mine beneath it. Starts off as an avaricious pretentious princess, but grows into a noble paladin. Capable of walking on ice, water, clouds and entering dreams.
Sparks - Daredevil illusionist, she's a show off, boastful, an entertainer. She plans ahead as much as she improvises. Despite being the rebel of the group she's hardworking, respectful, formal, apologizes the most. Cherry and orange coat.
The Pluto Sisters – also known as the Ditzy Bubbles Derpy Bright Eyed sisters, they’re scouts and messengers, they don’t have much of a personality. Their only ability is that they can summon a Godzilla-like celestial ally with their combined powers.
There are many more characters you can add and create. The advantage is that you could just say it’s another facet of a certain character that way it’s still canon.
I will have 4th dimensional characters.
Slice of Life wise I have an idea; like i said before clones, personality swaps and combos, etc will be a big thing present throughout the entire series.
Because they are a hivemind they are capable of sharing personality traits. Pinkie+Rarity, Twilight+Pinkie, Applejack+Pinkie, Fluttershy+Pinkie.
And I have a great idea in mind for how to stop the side characters/one-shot characters once and for all. If I require a different role/personality to tell the story then I take a corresponding close-enough character archetype; Pinkie Pie will play the role of Cadence the love pony for example. Rarity will play the role of Fancy Pants. Fluttershy or Twilight will play the role of Zecora. Rainbow Dash -> Spitfire. Some of the mane6 the CMC.
That way we take something already there and say Twilight loving and hating corny sleepovers is the same character rather than it being out of character. It’s the perfect plan.
Let’s iterate and reiterate a few small things that haven’t been touched upon:
Back in Neon City you met 2 of the white necromancers. They are part of a royal blood family of necromancers despite their white coats. They all live in a mansion practicing dark magic. Those 2 were some of the older ones despite their appearance. I’ll go into some more detail. They’re part of the house of Necromenders. They’re a weird hybrid between a monk and a necromancer, they use blood magic a lot and their special ability is to transform an enemy into a miracle flower that is see-through. Said miracle flower can bear fruit that can cure any illness or the flower’s petals n root itself can be used, but it requires a certain sacrifice; it needs A LOT of blood in order to make it bloom. They’re cuter than the usual equine, some describing them as deer and some even taking on the form of catfoxes. They also crossover a little with another house of necrodancers and necrobards.
We have space adventures every Wednesday and go ransack the Underworld every Sunday.
We have hi-tech spaceships for traversing the cosmos, but they still have a whimsical and traditionalist appearance of a high fantasy ship made out of either solid light or crystals. We also go on hunting trips deep below the Xenon planet’s crust to gather magic, artefacts, scrolls, etc.
To start reiterating:
We're not much for dancing and we only sing when we want to pied piper bard the whole town off a cliff, namely the dirty yaks for our amusement.
Hugs and kisses are mandatory. Purring is optional but welcomed. Kissing can result in orgasms along with mind sex. No genitals and hormones needed, they control their emotions. They put meditating monks to shame.
We are xenophobic toward any species which isn't cute enough.
No such thing as racism because we all come from the same DNA with the same architecture. All felquines are extroverted intellectuals who put most families and virtuous mammals to shame.
Felquines have powerful scents for the sole purpose of smelling attractive to everyone, they produce aphrodisiacs for extra appeal - just so you touch them and die. They are like boxed jellyfish, corals, poison dartfrogs, you’re not suppose to touch them, luckily they retract those billions of needles so alliances can be kept.
They can survive in most poisons and acids. They have very quick combat tactics and strategies, putting most synced dancers and military units to shame.
They can survive for long periods of time with their guts hanging out.
They have full control over pain and pleasure receptors.
Their cells are incompatible with most viruses and symbiosis.
They have retractable rubber fangs for the sole purpose of looking cute and edgy. They use it for roleplaying purposes. The real version of the fangs in the military are used for imprisoning the conscious mind and taking it back for imprisoning the mind in the matrix.
They can imitate any sound. They can change colors at will.
They have a marshmallow-like exterior instead of hair, their skin is dense and flexible enough to survive falls, it’s soft enough to feel good when hugging but not to be bitten by insects and penetrated by darts.
They can grow and shed hair, among many other optional things such as cutie marks.
I didn’t give cutie marks much of a thought, I do not take them seriously. Cutie marks are just a superficial mark of yourself, your signature. It means nothing beyond your identifier. Just like human names on horses. Some felquines have them, some don’t, some felquines have a signature flower which they can spawn behind them like a rug or a rain of petals, sometimes both. Not all of them have them. They are not a communist mind control device.
Powerful psychics that manipulate you into jumping off a cliff. Indirect fighting techniques.
Green Lantern esque resource creation, most felquines live inside and pilot crystal-like buildings and vehicles.
Self-sustained sustenance and no excrements required to function.
Eusocial hivemind, so communication is at a subconscious speed level. They are masters at socializing between each other.
They all bleed silver-colored liquids. Some bleed blue blood.
They can keep the memory of their old brains for at least 10k years worth of experience. They have a ressurection system which allows them to transfer consciousness as many times as they want to another body. They have a lot of bodies to spare.
They use a "magic" pool to create new bodies.
They are capable of cloning and quick growth but only in extreme cases.
The place the traditional felquines live in looks like candyland with meadows, tall towers and crystal squares acting as elevators.
Also for invasion purposes they have a powerful terraforming way that turns the zone into a creepy twilight zone like Shakuras, it empowers them and curses everyone else.
I think that’s all the reiteration needed.
If I ever wanted to go in another world I’d revive as a winged unicorn or alicorn as the neoterm is now, rather than a medieval hellhole where the bears can eat you. Being born as a superior being is what one should aspire for, rather than returning to monke cause you were fooled that all advancement leads to ruin. That’s a lie meant for slaves to know their place.
And of course no sci-fi world would be complete without vehicles.
The Xenon Felquines are a species that mostly relies on their biological attributes rather than the technological side. Still they do have a couple of impressive and unique non-bio based tech.
Body armour:
F-Zero suit aka Farnsworth suit, an invisible forcefield suit used in racing, space, defense. Most theorized this is how pegasus ponies actually flew so fast and avoided getting squashed like a pancake. The whole universe moves around the tiny Pegasus while the Pegasus sits still.
F-Light suit, aka the firework suit. Used originally as a berserker offensive suit for plunging into battleships and hard terrain, destroying electronics and acting as a thermite fire suit and living giant lightsaber to cut like cheese through ships. Not many use it anymore due to its lack of stealth and mediocre speed. It can produce a wall of colored smoke. Its neo use is for spectacles.
Buildings: while they are capable of growing giant wooden houses and geomance terrain, their other method of building is solid light. For walls, bridges, elevators, vehicles. Similar to the forcefields. They use tv controllers, batons, staves to set this light and use a lot of reflecting prism towers and special reactors for generating this self-sufficient energy.
Their city layout architecture is sometimes an imitation of The Babylon tower. Their mail is instant due to teleportation available in their area, so there's no need to go through each place wasting time.
Their other place is more like a mix of lush meadows and castlegrounds with slender towers and sparkling lakes.
Vehicles - starships:
Starsail: a pod-class simple comet-like 5-pointed star you get inside and sail across a planet's atmosphere. Very slow, used mostly as a canopy, row boat or a surfing board.
Starsprite: pod-class ship, very small but built for speed, used for escaping cataclysms. Capable of surfing a black hole with ease due to its easy to control warp speed.
Galasail: Small to medium ship made entirely of reflective crystal, has semi-cloaking abilities. Heavy, not very combat efficient. Used as an exploration ship for adventures. Can haul a lot of cargo. Has solar sails just in case.
Galatrail: Small to medium Light and crystal material, very fast offensive and defensive capabalities, capable of temporarily distorting itself to avoid attacks.
Dusktrail - Shaped like a boxed jellyfish. An experimental biotech ship. It has crystal and photon based weaponry and defenses tacked on. Overall a weak ship for it did not achieve it's intended goal - a psychic ship that mind controls enemy ships/people from afar.
No behemoth class ships have been created currently due to lack of enough crystal output and invasion plans, but blueprints have been finalized.
Galaluna: The size of 33% of Australia. A unique ship, it's a spherical crystal platform like the Death Star that transports corrupting twilight zone. The twilight zone is made of self-levitating stone and has pools of liquid energy and transluscent trees on it which can "sing" by echoing vibrations endlessly.
Crystal Citadel - a city sized ship meant to host a society. It is shaped like a rhomboid.
Summer Solstice - The size of 25% of Earth. Shaped like a pyramid. Made purely of solid white light. Has a very large area of effect, vaporizing through most materials in an instant. Like an inverse prism tower.
Winter Wendigo - A swarm of gaseous biochemical ships that don't reflect light. It contains thousands of optimized nano brains which report back to a mother brain in the middle. They act like a prism tower to send mind control waves to enemy planets and ships from afar, like a giant sniper or radiation satellite pointed at you. Shaped into anything it wants but often it takes the form of the nebula horse or a mushroom.
Arsenal: Photon-crystal based and others.
Wrist phaser pistol. A phaser disguised as a tiny bracelet, its laser is 1/4 of an inch. Small but densely packed.
Sling blaster: Slow-ish slingshots with slight homing and gained acceleration. White-blueish with an explosive texture. Leaves an explosive blast at impact still pulsing for 5 seconds before it disappears.
Can be charged to deliver stronger blows. Can run out of energy. Can recharge very slowly without a charger
Photon baton, stave, controller, lazer pointer: an engineer's tool used to spawn solid light. Batons carry 600 cubic meters of light inside it. A stave stores up to 4800. A remote stores up to 160. A lazer pointer up to 40.
Underground crystal tower which shoot through the ground
Crystal AI disc: a fast disc that ricochets off walls and can go through some materials, not as efficient as a future needle controlled by a brain.
Netball: legged ball-shaped drone AIs which spread an electric net around bio targets.
Ant lion: a burrowable spider mine with legs which rushes towards vehicles and sabotages them.
Exotic crystal needles: multiple variants; paralysis, flashbangs, mind control, electric, explosive. Basically arrows in a different form. Sleek, but slower than a bullet and far slower than light.
Crystal cones - crystals attached to a flying bot which travel through the ground and explode in the enemy's face.
MLAs - my little alien bullets: These bullets release a parasite in the body which mind control the enemy.
Growth MLA bullets: turns the foe into a patient zero, infecting the others with this deadly virus that turns them into HR Giger's wet dreams. Or Umbrella's wet dreams.
Wet bed - A 5 feet wide brain inside a bug carrier hid underground that can mind control up to 50 targets in a 300 yard area.
Crystal Acid bombs - 30 yard AoE bombs that can burn 10 feet into the ground.
Flash shield: blinds the enemies while protecting yourself. Reflects. Can also act as a camouflage.
Memory events
“And in another event we fooled around with a doppelganger till we revealed at the end that we are incapable of being spied on, manipulated, assimilated and so on. That’s the advantage of a complete eusocial society.”
“Hey could you help me with this card?” a pink felquined replied to the other
“That’s a key gemstone embedded in a card. That’s not my specialty, but I can call someone”
“Uhh no that’s okay, hey can I have a drink?”
“Yeah by the fountain, get it yourself” the felquine smiled and went out the door.
“What…”
After 10 minutes he tries it with another
“So Silver Swirl I think I’d look better with a fuchsia color to go along with this pink”
“You think? You should ditch the pink and go with cherry. So..? what’s keeping you?
The felquine changes, but the pigmentation change isn’t the same way they normally use it.
“Ehhh actually you were right, fuchsia would go better with pink, change again.”
“Could you borrow me that dye?”
“What for? … ohh ohhh okay” she smiles
The felquine sneaks up and gets ready to absorb her before…
Another felquine comes in smiling
“Hey I got you that drink… a fresh cup of water.”
Silver Swirl looks disappointed.
“No glass?” asks the felquine “No glass” replies Applejack
He starts drinking it, angry he can’t put the flimsy plastic cup to good use.
“Anyway I … hnnghh”
“Something the matter, dear?”
“No, not at all. May I use the bathroom?”
“We don’t have them, you know that right?”
“What?”
“Yeah, our bodies don’t work that way, remember?”
“So what am I suppose to …”
“Here step right here, it’ll fix your bad stomach ache”
“Thank ye”
“Don’t mention it” the two felquines smile mischievously.
He gets teleported in what looks like a panic room.
“Ugh that bastard poisoned me with cyanide, luckily my biology can survive the effects, but still. Wait a second where the hell am I. Hello?”
“Yes, you must be the new subject, we have a test for you”
“I’m not … “
“Aah you’re not one of the mental cases?”
“What the hell?”
“Yeah, you’re in the testing lab for the mentally insane, of course none of us felquines are insane, it’s for the weaker species and for testing purposes”
“Okay well I’m not nuts since I am a felquine so may I get out?”
“Of course, of course, you’re lucky, we have many mental cases here that would leech onto you and drive you insane. We in fact often give them a test to see if they’re insane or not”
They walk through the hallways and white rooms and arrive at a bathroom.
“So here you have tub filled with water. And we put them to take the water out of the tub, next to the tub you have a spoon and a bucket. What do you think they choose?”
“Well you’d of course choose the bucket over the spoon, right?”
“Heavens no, you’re suppose to pull the lid ! Gretel, we have another nutcase!”
And then he was put in a restraining suit and back in the panic room.
He’s staring incredulously “How... did I mess up that easily?”
Meanwhile the 2 felquines turn out to be Silver Swirl and Applejack in disguise as they reveal themselves. “Nice… we’ll let him out in 3 days, this is funny”
“I still think you should have let me absorb him, chew him and spit him back out” replied Silver Swirl. “But yeah I guess that wouldn’t be torture enough”
“He looked so disappointed when I gave him a plain plastic cup and plain water… well plain with an added cyanide to it”
“Uhh did you know cyanide wouldn’t kill him?”
“Uhh… nope”
“You should have let me absorb him and then tell him it’s a special felquine handshake”
“Let me out of here! I’m fine. I’m healthy. Really!”
“Hey, why do you keep using your mouth and that pathetic conscious speed? You should be using your subconscious. Don’t worry, we’ll fix you up you mentally incapacitated whacko.”
3 days pass. 3 days of painful experiments, tests and endless puny attempts at killing and infecting the felquine species pass.
“I heard Sugar Wishes is talking behind your back”
“I’m talking behind my back? I don’t think so.”
“Huh, but you’re Blue Note…”
“No, I’m Sugar Wishes. Blue Note says you’re a fool”
“Waa wait , no Sugar Wishes isn’t even in the room”
“You poor thing, your condition really is severe. You can’t grasp basic 4th dimensionality. Doctor, we’ll have to operate straight away.
“NO. I feel fine, honestly.”
“Unluckily the doctor is away.”
“Oh yes how unfortunate”
“Luckily I can act as his proxy and he can operate through me”
“Whaaa”
“Hello, I’m Doctor Blue Sugar”
“AAAHH I don’t understand a thing!!”
“Don’t worry, you soon will”
“REEEEEEEEE”
One nasty operation later...
and 1 day later and finally 1 successful escape later..
“Finally the central nervous system, I can finally take control of this god forsaken…”
“Hello”
“What the hell!? You’re suppose to be unconscious”
“Are you lost? Do you need to enter the Matrix?”
“Nonono, not the Matrix”
“Matrix confirmed!”
“NO, GOD NO”
“Matrix cancelled”
“Oh thank God. Now be a good horse and…”
He’s frozen and starts moving on his own. Every single cell in his body is being controlled as it tries to escape, not just his brain.
“Let go of me”
“You’re starting to become hysterical, please proceed in the sleeping chambers” she says as a door opens.
“Oh God”
“Yes? You keep using my pseudo name. Do you require something?”
“I want off this wild ride”
“Granted”
Then he instantly gets teleported in a room The lights turn on. It’s a white room with seemingly no exit.
“ That’s it, I have had it with you maniacs! Everyone is getting infected.”
Suddenly 12 felquines appear out of the white walls as if they were the walls themselves. “Did you say something about an infection?”
“YES”
He reveals his true form as various cells and strings and biomass.
“Adorable”
They plunge towards him in a silvery liquid form and their cells start infecting the alien. Their cells battle it and win easily. It consumes and burns it alive, some even keeping the alien’s cell captive to torture it.
The shapeshifting alien reforms with a mouth to talk “Howww!!”
“Our cells are too strong to be infected and our DNA too complex to be copied in a non superficial way”
Silver Swirl whips the mouth with a shapeshifting belt and whip. “But it was fun messing with you.”
They kill every cell and airborne cell in that room and outside of it.
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“So Mr Mouse, how about we show you around?” the cute deercats reached for Andy’s arm.
“You seriously look more like deer rather than horses”
“The better to mesmerize you with, don’t you think?” the filly one replied
“You seriously look more like a mix between a pig and a naked mole rat than a distant cousin of the apes”
“Uhh… insult much?”
“You’re welcome”
Anon stares puzzled before being dragged by both of them.
“Don’t worry kid, we got you”
“Aren’t you smaller than a pony and younger than a filly?”
“It’s just our bodies.”
In “Neon City” Andy gets on a conveyor belt with them which leads to a burning bonfire.
“That’s fire”
“If you say so”
They arrive at the bonfire and the black and white felquine deercat throws a special dust on it.
Andy yells the whole way. They all three transform into a spirit and it warps them to their destination point, another bonfire.
There the Neon City looks different, darker without as many lights. They walk up a hill through a dark forest and up the hill is a giant mansion.
A vine and a branch grabs Andy. “Huh? Hey let go…” crows echo and say his name.
“Try not to steer too far. C’mon hurry up, you have the bigger body than us.” They giggle.
“Actually all roads lead to the mansion, so good luck escaping.”
Andy was busy fighting the veins and tree branches before being dragged underground and popping up a fountain soaking wet and then a giant willow grabs him and places him at the top of the house down a tube he slides down into as he screams. The deercats screech at him “Keep it down” he ends up in a room with a yelling deercat. The magic was different pulsing and moving at high notes as Andy’s body was controlled by it, but it soon broke as he screamed.
“Ugh you broke my concentration, I’ll never be able to get this mind control screeching song out” a british accent came out of a tiny white & black felquine.
“Aren’t you suppose to sing it?”
“Yeah, that’s the conventional method, but I’m inventing a new method of singing through screaming. Now get your own room to scream in and stop interrupting me”
He throws him out the room and down the pipe like a rat
“AAAHHHHHHH”
Andy screams as he lands on a spider web with a giant spider and numerous cocooned fairies.
“Oi mate, you’re not a fairy. Stop vibrating so much and let me get you down”
“Huh? The spider talks?”
“Oh yeah the spider talks, no fool, spiders don’t talk”
The giant spider pops into a tiny black and white felquine with a female voice.
“Who invited you anyway? R&R? Oh oh okay. ”
“So what project are you working on here?”
“No project, I’m a personal cook, I eat fairies as a spider”
“But you don’t eat…”
“ I hope you’re smart enough to know what I’m doing here…”
“Isn’t it kinda cruel what you’re doing to fairies?”
“It’s it approximately cruel what you do in your roleplay sessions with your waifu when you pretend you’re her bloodstream and give her climaxes? Same principle, now buzz off” he says in an angry cockney accent.
“Wait, aren’t you going to do that to me tonight?”
“To you? Who do you think you are? Dolly the Sheep or beauty incarnate? Get outta here, mate. You’re less special than your waifu. I’d rather screw a Tamagotchi than you.” she uses a special kind of levitation magic and turns him into a spirit that goes down a tube before he appears again unharmed.
Before Andy's eyes, a surreal tableau unfolded: a viscous pool of red liquid, as thick as syrup, swayed in perfect sync with the haunting melodies of the felquines. Their eerie chant, "Dance, dance, danse, danse macabre," seemed to commandeer the very essence of the crimson tide. From the depths of this blood-soaked abyss, a nightmarish figure, cloaked in the same viscous scarlet, began to emerge. Strands of dark red hair clung to its grotesque form.
In a disconcerting juxtaposition to the macabre scene, one of the felquines remarked, "Aww, isn't she cute?" Another chimed in with an unsettling tone, "I think I'll name her Mary." Yet, another offered a macabre jest, declaring, "I'll call her Little Mouse."
All four of the felquines then turned their eerie, unblinking gazes toward Andy, casting an overwhelming sense of unease upon him. With an unsettling smile, the gruesome humanoid waved at him, sending shivers down his spine.
Anxiety coursed through Andy's veins as he muttered, "I think I'll find my own way out." However, as he turned to leave, the ponderous door abruptly slammed shut behind him, locking him within the confines of this nightmarish theater of the absurd. Locking him outside of the room the three deercats were practicing their dark magic in and now residing in the hallway.
"Aww, he's shy," one felquine lamented, the unsettling chorus continuing.
"Everyone's a critic," echoed another voice, its tone reverberating through the eerie chamber.
"I told you to give her more curves," someone chastised, adding to the dissonance.
"You clearly overlooked the face," another voice retorted, amplifying the sense of disquiet.
A dismissive voice chimed in, "Nobody cares about the face in a human," further contributing to the surreal atmosphere.
"Sure they do, just like cats. I bet an elephant would appreciate a human face," someone mused, deepening the sense of unease.
"Uh huh…"
"Nah, it's just that nobody finds bloody fetuses cute and beautiful, except us doctors."
"Dammit, her hair is black. We thought it was red because of all that blood." Disappointed, the felquines wasted no time in disposing of their grotesque creation, resulting in a gruesome spectacle as blood splattered across the chamber's walls.
"One declared with a heavy sigh, "Back to the drawing board."
Another offered a glimmer of optimism, suggesting, "Nah, we just need to change the hair color."
However, the weight of symbolic significance prevailed, and they reluctantly conceded, "The original color holds too much meaning. Back to the blueprints." Andy found himself left behind in the aftermath of this bizarre and unsettling experiment, grappling with the surreal and disturbing encounter.
Andy shuts the door behind him which felt like he shut the whole wall behind him.
Andy Mouse starts walking down the hallway. There’s a bunch of walls, but no doors, instead there’s a doorknob.
He curiously grabs the doorknob and twists it and peeks inside “Please let this be a normal room”
He sees a black and white felquine mostly white, as she was writing something in a book”
“Oh hey, looking for a quiet place to be?” she smiles at him
“Care for a glass of water?” she asks with a calm and innocent face.
She levitates it over to him and handles it over.
“You’re normal right?”
“Indeed and so is that water.”
“So little mouse, came here to learn about us felquines?”
“Yeah, but I veered off course, I was suppose to have two guides.”
She pats the bed with a smile.
“Care to join me in bed, little cell? I won’t absorb you.”
Andy in a sudden change of demeanour winks and grins. “What if I want to be absorbed? Hehe”
“Haha, sure you do. Get comfy.” She continues writing…
“What are you writing?”
“Oh this is an ancient love book, you can write two names next to each other and they’ll be together for that night.”
She moved her curvy thighs showing off her flank, butt, thighs together.
She grabs his hand with her levitation magic. “Would you like to give it a try?”
“Are you even legal? I don’t know how the law works here, but I need an adult.”
“I am an adult. I’m the same age as you in this body relatively speaking in deer and cat years”
“Hmmm okay then. Take me.”
“Okay just write your name in this book.”
“Look kind of new to be an ancient book.”
“We keep our artefacts clean and pristine.”
“Mhhm that makes sense.”
Andy Mouse writes his name right below her, her name is “Dalia Sparkle”.
Her ears were weird like either a leaf falling off with just bits of it falling off or a burning fire, she was almost ethereal yet solid, she seemed to have a shadow overlaid on top of her.
“Oh my love, you really did it. Are you ready for a night you’ll never forget my little mouse.”
She got on top of him softly biting her lip, her thighs curvy as she straddles him. She whispers in his ears “We’ll be together tonight … both in a coffin.”
“Wait.. what?”
“Oh yeah we’ll consummate each other and be buried in a coffin cause we’ll die. That was my death notebook , any name I write in it, they die in 1 hour during the hottest intercourse possible. For me death is just a new beginning, but for you, well I hope this last hour will be worth it.”
“No no no, I need to find a cure. AAHHH” he screams as he claws at the walls, the door clearly not there anymore.
“Stop screeching, you’ll wake up the dead hahaha” she grabs him and puts him in bed.
“No, get off me, how could you think of that when we’re going to die. Oh right because you’re a magical goth deerthing.”
“Don’t forget the feline part, please.”
“Whatever.”
“Why couldn’t this just be a normal field trip.”
“Stop resisting. In some mammals near death experiences makes more prone to spread their offspring, but apparently not even my glass liquid is enough for you.”
“I thought you said that water was normal”
“The water is, the glass itself wasn’t. It should have made you-”
“I drank glass?!?!”
“No you drank the particles. It was actually crystal imbued with chemicals, not really non-reactive glass.”
“I’m going to die!!”
“Meh. 50 minutes in heaven in the magical closet room then?”
50 minutes pass…
“Wow are you sure you’re a horsefucker? I mean 50 minutes and you didn’t even tap this ass.”
“Goodnight I’m going to die a virgin now, but you’ll die as well!!”
“Meh I’ve died plenty of times.”
“Yeah YOU, not ME”
“… am I dying yet?”
“Pffff ahahaahahahahaha.“
“Of course you’d find mortals funny.”
“No little mouse, I’m laughing cause you actually believed that mumbo jumbo horsefeces.”
“What?”
“This is just a simple pristine notebook. You and I were never going to die.”
“You lying bastard.”
The light turns on, the room suddenly isn’t dimly lit anymore and the door opens.
“But it was hilarious to see you screech around.”
“So you’re actually normal and not some kind of Kira or yandere?”
“Oh no I have an avatar of death looming over me and I am a Shoggoth, I genuinely would have absorbed you and spat you back out if you agreed.”
“I call bollocks, I’ll rape you you stupid cat.”
From the cute little deercat large claws come out of her hooves and a large hoodie over her head as the shadow materializes and under the hood her cute deerface turns into some weird gelatin creature with many mouths and many magical offensive spells coming out of said mouths like a high-class mimic..
The beast gets covered by a blanket. The lights turn off. The mouse suddenly finds himself out the room with the door shut. All done by himself. “I haven’t closed so many things so fast since my ex almost caught me looking at my little multicolored donkey without having my niece to blame it on.”
He opens another doorknob cause it lead to a flock of stairs down the hallway.
It looks similar to one of the three deercats who summoned the bloody woman.
“Close the door, will ya?”
“Oh yeah of course”
He closes it hopefully with him outside of the room, but he finds himself warped in the room.
“I didn’t say leave the room, did I ?” she grins.
The white deercat had dark lilac and fuchsia accessories all over her, a collar with a button with a dark lilac skull on it. It had a white coat with a luscious black sludge on her back and where her eyebags would be were also covered in them.
“No. I’ve had it. No more messing around with me.”
“Ugh fine. Chocolate pudding then?”
“No. I am going to eat this black cupcake instead.”
“NOT the cupcake, trust me.”
“… that’s not chocolate pudding.”
“This one is … that other one is…”
“Some kind of venom creature?”
“Actually it’s mold.”
“Riiiiiiight.”
“Black mold covered in blood… coming from me….”
“I’m out!”
He goes outside back to the hallway, the stairs he constantly tried to climb down simply lead to another randomized room. He decided to open it one more time.
He sees another white and black felquine, but this one was predominantly white, looked more like a horse and had only one blotch of black that looked like a musical instrument.
She’s playing the violin peacefully. He sits there listening a little and tries not to interrupt her.
Suddenly from the relaxing tone it turns faster and the bass and vocals kick in, while the room turns into a storm of thunder and blood.” She plays that violin till it starts burning and she hears the sound of someone yelling before her violin gets taken out of her grip.
“I know you’re in the zone when you play, but for this other creature’s sake what the underworld can you pretend to be careful?” A slightly more irish accent but still british pops out. This one looked far more like a deer and was predominantly black with very crosses of white around his thighs.
“Terribly sorry dear… whatever I did”
“You almost drowned him in blood that was also electrified for some reas- , seriously? Thunderstorms?”
“It’s a new spell I’ve been working on, I call it Noah’s Ark, heavily inspired by the biblical flood”
“Get over here and help, hold him… the basic levitation spell, don’t use anything fancy.”
The black monk used his blood magic and resuscitated and healed him.
Andy woke up spilling blood that wasn’t his. He spills a tiny fish which the black deer eats.”
“Welcome back to the living, kid. Eehhhhh don’t sweat it you’re fineee.”
“Ugh who are you?”
“I’m Dorian and this here is Delicia” I specialize in the healing side of the black arts and she-
“And I specialize in concertos with environmental hazards.”
“… she specializes in the offensive side of the black arts.”
She continues “More like teaching a dog to meow. There are no natural environmental hazards involving blood.”
“Not with that attitude. Also war is a natural environmental hazard.”
“Wait, how come one is black and the other is white.”
“We’ve told you, kid. Black is the healer, white is the damage dealer.”
“But I saw that-“
“Aah yeah those are the mixbreed, the necromenders, both black and white to create something new. We’re keeping our new bodies in stasis, these ones are pretty old and only specialize in one end of the spectrum, but we still need these, they’re handy to have around and know the attunement of each profession.”
“I think I get it… I don’t get it.”
“C’mon kid we’ll escort you to safety.”
“Attention! Please 70% report downstairs and 30% in the attic.”
“Oh c’mon…” “We can’t leave the kid here.”
“Sure we can, a room with a human alone in it is safer than a room with a deercat in it.”
“Heh, fine. Kid stay put. We’ll come get you when we’re finished.”
5 minutes later…
“Oh my god is the room getting smaller? Shit it is…”
He goes outside “Hey this room is shrinking! .. uhh.”
He goes up the hallway where noises are heard. Andy goes in the attic and up a flight of stairs yet ends up somewhere that looks like the basement as if he went down.
In a lightless chamber, he found himself ensnared by mechanical tentacles protruding from robotic squids. Suddenly, a colossal, spectral figure passed through the squid, separating its biological essence from its cyborg form. The severed biological part was planted like a sapling into the ground, with its tentacle-roots anchoring it firmly. The squid underwent a metamorphosis, transforming from flesh to stone and then from stone to crystal, ultimately taking on the delicate shape of a flower.
The ethereal entity nourished the crystal bloom with a ruby red fluid that visibly ascended the flower's form. This enchanting crystal blossom evolved into a miraculous plant, bearing radiant, iridescent fruits capable of curing any affliction and bestowing a formidable boost.
The room radiated with newfound light, and the ghostly apparition vanished, revealing itself as a magical creation by one of the enigmatic deercats. They presented the fruit to a fairy, but to their disappointment, it yielded no effect.
With a resigned sigh, she remarked, "Typical. I suppose I'll take the risk for the team. Let's not even entertain any lab rat or Mr. Mouse jokes. It'd be a waste on him." She consumed one of the fruits, and suddenly, her coat began to emit a soft golden and lilac glow, accentuating her white and black fur and spots, respectively.
He sees the necromenders congratulating themselves over a new discovery.
“Amazing, you’ve managed to create light and dark without turning it into twilight, it’s more of a light and blood kind of spellmancing”
“The secret was in using plants, it’s really more of a light, dark and green nature mixture of magic, albeit the nature part is in how it behaves and in thematic, material wise it’s a solid light flower in essence”
“Can someone please keep the mouse from hurting itself?” spoke a small creature that looked less like deer and more like a breed between a fox and a cat.
“How did you?!”
“Even if we specialize less in mind reading and subconscious thought than other felquine species that doesn’t mean we’re incompetent at it”
“Also even if you died we could just make you a new brain, your biology is so easy compared to ours”
“So I wanted to ask about that shrinking room”
“Don’t know anything about that, anyway come with us.”
…
“I told you to use the other room which is water resistant”
Andy Mouse walks down a fleet of stairs and meets with the two original necromender felquines that brought him there. “Have you met the rest of the family?”
“Family?”
“All the same DNA, but these are even closer by specializing so closely and living together”
“Welcome to the Necromenders Mansion”
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Inside a town in the middle of the desert with a giant skeleton ribcage inside of it a gryphon haggles with one of the vultures. “1 doubloon per 3 lb of apples is all I can give you, you’re not selling me the city dragon’s heart here”. The references the giant skeleton in the center of the town atop of a desert mountain, the ribcage contains a giant red stone that glows, some call it a the dragon’s ruby.
The vulture scowls unamused “You’re in a desert, you’re not growing any apple trees here anytime soon you old fart, if you want be my guest”.
“Then you’ll buy my golden delicious for 0.70 doubloons?” “Don’t make me laugh. 0.30 doubloons, I need to make a profit here.” “You bloody vulture” “You filthy lion eagle”
A pack of felquines come towards the gryphon, Twilight starts asking “Glenda, I asked you to find the person of contact to lead us to the hippogriffs, not to start a scene in the market.” The gryphon smiled and grabbed the sack of apples and put them in the bags of one of the felquines, at least that’s what he thought before he started putting them in a stranger’s bag. The vulture yelled “Hey you and the bullfrog are paying for those”, “Wait, I didn’t realized the gryphon and the bullfrog exclaimed “I didn’t put those in my bag” before the gryphon woke up with a bag of apples smashed into his head. The vulture came to yell at them. The felquines were bored while eating the apples from the vulture’s shop. “This tastes atrocious, then again what did I expect from “desert” apples”. One of the felquine grabs the griffon with magic and pulls him towards them. “Do I really have to remind you to do your job? My mouth tires” The vulture comes at them “Hey you’re paying for those”. The felquines look around “Where do you think you are? Civilization?” “I’ll call my whole…” an apple gets smashed with force in the vulture’s bald head as a felquine quickly follows, pinning him to the ground “Your whole flock? Call them, I could use a real snack” she licks his neck, her fangs touching it. “Uh-uhh nghh let-let go I mean get off I mean” “How generous of you to put your whole family on a silver platter for me and my felquines.” “I mean please have whatever you want.” The felquine starts sucking the soul out of the vulture, but stops midway letting go of him. “We’ll do. He he he”
“Glenda, come. And one more distraction like this and you’ll wish you were dead”. She smiles.
“Army felquines aren’t exactly sane in the head, you see. We’re not the social type” spoke Twilight.
Glenda didn’t gulp nor nod subtly “Of course, miss Twilight. After me.”
“Is this imbecile truthful? For real? Excuse my redneck coming out, but we should teach her a lesson right now.”
“Patience, Rayne Dash. We’re almost close to our goal. I shouldn’t be the one telling you this”
“I know we share the same thoughts, but I’m losing my patience.” “I know”
“That sorry excuse for respect disgusts me. The correct form should have been something like this” she shows a vision
Glenda gulps and nods subtly “Right-right this way, commander or madam Twilight. I’ll keep with your group’s pace” she walks slowly with her wings folded and her head down in shame
“useless bird doesn’t even know how to lie correctly and is incapable of respect. ”. “Indeed” “Very well, but once we get what we want out of this bird she’s dinner”.
“Within eye’s reach and walk normally you idiot” spoke loudly “Yeaah of course, Rayne” yelled back in a high pitched and nasal voice Glenda.
After a while passes Glenda finally meets with the fish creature that has the information to a temple dedicated to the old gods located in Blackfathom Depths, housing Aku’Mai a giant basilisk and magical artefacts of importance.
“Did you get the information, Glenda?” asked Twilight telepathetically.
“Why, yep I got the map.” Glenda quickly gets teleported winked to Twilight at the edge of Klugetown.
“Excellent” she whisks the map away from the griffon and delivers her a kick the lion butt sending her flying.
“Oh and don’t call us, we’ll call you”
“Wait, you still need me”
“Doubtful, you’ll only get in the way, birds can’t swim.”
Suddenly 6 colourful griffons appeared.
“Oh jolly here comes the entertainment”
The pink one doesn’t even hop around giggling positively, she just screeches “REEEE” the felquines widen their eyes with a do not want face.
“What is her major malfunction?”
“So I said apples 2 bits…”
“Yes and?”
“But they said”
“They said what? Hurry up”
“They don’t take bits here so I offered silver … but they said no silver
“Faster for God’s sake I thought you were suppose to be the speedy social one”
“Yes, and now..”
The orange one interjects, talking over here
“And now ya’ll the guards are after ya’ll us, ya’ll gotta help us”
“Yeah no, that’s your problem”
“I could kick their asses, but I’m too awesome and stuff… and yeah… and”
“and you’re insecure as hell and your bravado is worth 0, fake Dash”
Like staring in a twisted mirror, the 6 colurful griffons stood in front of each of the 6-12 felquines
“Please do not compare me to that screeching bipolar slowpoke” If I sung so horribly off key my spell would have no effect on my foes” Said the felquine representing the pink griffon.
“My taste for adventure, suave type of charm and gorgeous looks are definitely unlike this orange hilly billy who’s voice is thicker than a male’s and has anger management issues, sexism, feminism, bad racism, is a sore loser against winged horses and lies for her pride and a dozen other problems like not knowing her place.” said the felquine representing the orange griffon
“You can always count on me”
“To be a paranoid failure, yes?” said the tall felquine representing the purple griffon. “If I was such a coward my species would have died twenty times over in record time. Grow a backbone you insecure coward, I own the title of ruler unlike you. Same for you, blue one”
“Hey!”
“Hey is for horses, you birdbrain. What did you do this time, insult their trade without owning up to it?”
“Darling there’s no need for squabbling, now is there?” said the white griffon
“What old, dated, even redneck-ish words. Please I beg of you, we’d appreciate if you didn’t bring your fights to us, “darling”, I’m not even asking you for an apology, just leave us be” said the felquine representing the white griffon
“Umm maybe we can stop fighting, but I mean please also help us? I mean we definitely need your help.”
A felquine stands and analyzes the yellow griffon “Ugh, timid and cowardly when she shouldn’t be and aggressive and commanding when she shouldn’t be, an anti talent, an inversion, all the pros and cons inverted. I guess intelligence and consistency is missing in this one. I mean oohh please darling sweetie baby won’t you please fix your own problems?” she yells the last line. The tall felquine representing the yellow one grins then turns to a poker face before stepping away.
The guards finally catch up “We finally caught you thieving vermin, the pink one ate all the desert delights while singing in that god awful voice and the blue one crashed several stalls while singing how awesome she is”
The felquines start giggling.
The white one steps up “Darrlings maybe we can figure something out. Surely you wouldn’t imprison 6 cute griffons for such things.”
The guard looks funny at her “I’m not into griffons. And you’re not cute, the yellow one maybe.”
“Not cute?! I’ll claw you, how dare you!!”
The purple one steps up “I mean what my friend is trying to say you surely can look the other way this once if we clean some dishes or…”
“Are you sure, you’re the leader?
The orange one punches the guard in the face “Enough of this, let’s fight!”
The felquines stay back from a distance enjoying the trainwreck of a show.
The colourful griffons attempt to fight dirty in the most incompetent ways possible “Whoah Ursa Major to your left!” the guard instantly punches the pink one in the right jaw “Do they think we’re retarded or something?”
“Like watching a car crash in slow motion” “Or 20 car crashes in one” the felquines nod.
The blue griffon attempts some karate chops but completely fails at it and the guard looks funny at her “What the hell was that suppose to be?” “Uhh eagle neck snap?” The guard kicks her in her lion rear and sends her flying, she flies above and tries to dive bomb but instead of dive bombing she tries to punch and loses her balance when she looks away
“Hey Twi check this out” and she lands in the mud when the guard sidesteps her , she attempts to get up but gets her neck artery clenched.
“that’s how you do it, newbie” advised the guard.
The orange one gets grabbed by lassos and a large being jumps on her rear, she attempts to kick him off her but completely fails at it.
The guard says “You’re really bad this.”
The purple one tries to use some ray magic attack and looks confused at her head when nothing comes out.
The yellow one doesn’t put up a fight, gives up and just gets captured.
The white one uses her claws throwing them like fists instead of using her rear, gets grabbed and in a wall before being lassoed and thrown to the ground.
Glenda somehow gets into the fray slashing a bit at a giant oxen who punches her straight in the beak and she falls to the ground, seeing tweety birds over her head.
They all get captured, but the purple one puts up one final stance as she stole an artefact and charges it, after a good 10 seconds of charging a LASER fires and it’s so weak it can’t even tickle or blind the opponent.
The guard punches her in the beak one more time and grabs the artefact “Thank you, if you’d know what you’d stole, the staff of Sacanas’s power depends on the user’s power and you frankly have no innate magical ability, at all. The form of attack also depends a lot, a LASER is the weakest thing you could attempt, a LASER requires a lot of power and doesn’t scale, you’re basically using 0.1% of its power if you’re casting a LASER”
The felquines wave happily at Glenda & the other 6 griffons being taken away “Don’t be out of jail anytime soon” they laugh.
“You can’t just leave us here.”
“But of course we can, you victimizers.” they say before they teleport out to the citadel using their magic to enchant the map.
Alternate take:
What if the felquines got into a fight with the guards?
“Hey you black ones and white ones over there, hooves where we can see them, you’re coming with us too.”
“The charges, officer?” asks the felquine with a smug face.
“Conspiring with the griffons.”
“Adorable.”
A large oxen, a large frog, a minotaur, a spiked vulture, a few rats and other vermin wearing armour start surrounding the felquines.
The felquines in an instant teleport out, surround the enemies and ball them up together shoving them with an invisible shield, piling them all up.
High above Rayne shaped up a bunch of clouds in a rhomb shape and tapped the top most shooting lighting from top to bottom like a prism tower, shooting a giant lightning bolt at all the guards, frying them, making them lose their memories and their fur of their bodies, the felquines unaffected by surrounding themselves in the shields they used to push the guards with.
A bunch of thugs appear and more guards when they saw the large blue lightning. Dash taps her hooves together and bolts with the speed of lightning taking the captain to the air in less than a second and drops him.
Twilight shoots several fast globes of lilac & sapphire spiraling each other, they touch the fray of enemies and they turn gray for a split second before red lightning comes off their bodies and magnetizes to the ground
Angel AKA Fluttershy gets seemingly trapped in an alley, feigns death, even smelling like death as the guards poke one of her twitching hooves. Suddenly the air turns to a sweet scent and a siren-like voice is heard complete with a song, Angel disappears and reappears behind one of the guards grabbing and choking them with her hooves. Heartlove latches onto the guards and gives them a kiss of death on the neck, she wraps her body and lips against the oxen’s neck and uses his lungs to sing louder, her voice coming out of his mouth. Heartlove seems reinvigorated with every kiss she delivers as she saps the energy off of them.
Rarity aka Silver Swirl flies on a swirl of blue magic with her glass slippers, she creates a pool of water & ice out of nothing and said water with ice in it turns into a vortex that pulls everyone in. She rides the vortex with no problems as her glass slippers let her levitate. The guards appear out of the muddy ground sleeping. She enters their dreams and feasts on them as they fumble in their sleep and wake up vomiting, crying and unable to barely stand up, let alone walk.
Thugs appear in the form of small rats as Sparks uses her illusions to multiply herself and leads them in a corner before turning them to giant felquines which pounce on them and rip them to shreds, some are solid, Sparks is ripping and eating the first one to hell, while the others struggle and waste time figuring out who the real one is, she quickly jumps out when the illusions no longer have effect, she lunges for another one and throws a smoke bomb so they can’t see where she’s coming from.
One of the mice tells them to follow her as the rest of the mice guards follow her. The mouse lures them in a building, they wonder where’s the battle. The mouse
Rayne sets up some small crystals in the air she light travels to instantly and then turns into a ghostly form that grabs one of the guards and phases them through the wall, getting them stuck in the wall.
The grey creatures emitting red lightning start doing Twilight’s bidding and quite agile and strong too whilst their lifeforce is being drained and absorbed by her.
The rhino guard in the wall breaks the wall and half the building falls on him, he gets out and rams through the surroundings, the grey creatures attack the rhino and latch onto him, infecting him slowly. The grey guards slowly turn to magical stone creatures as they start freezing, one of them suffers a harsher corruption, a harsher mutation as he turns purple with red crevices erupting out of him, he loses shape and turns into a bigger black n purple beast with tentacles that fights the rhino and infects him faster. The tentacles enwrap and eat him alive, taking out a big chunk of him. A giant oxen and minotaur appear as they rip the tentacles off of him, but leaving the rhino guard with his torso half eaten as he falls to the ground. Another lightning is shot from the skies, this time a red one as the oxen and minotaur get turned to ashes.
From said ashes arises a purple & red juggernaut of a golem, a large hand coming out of it and grabbing any remaining guard in the melting pot of magic ashes. The guards were defeated. The felquines gather around the magic ashes, Heartlove singing to it to slow it down, Rayne strikes it with white lightning devolving it whilst Twilight sings an incantation that dehexes the affected DNA, making the juggernaut subsidize and the magic no longer have a corruption effect.
“I think we’ve handled half the guards and thugs in Klugetown already, no need to destroy the whole town with a juggernaut and claim this land as our own”. Heartlove enjoys the purple rug of moss texture that came out of Twilight’s corrupting magic. “Aw, can’t we take a break and relax? Fine” they disenchant the bonfire with the purple rug where tiny crystal trees, crystal clouds and speckles of red and yellow stars and half moons were already starting to form in the ground.
“What did I think? I kinda overdid it… with the twilight-type magic … oh and the massive lightning bolts weren’t overdoing it? Hehe”
A few strays of rats have been spotted who wanted to report to the rest of town.
“Hmpf?!” “Oh allow us”
A group of mice appear in front of the other ones “Follow us! They’re hiding in the cellar!”
“Okay where are they? Hey hey why are you locking us in?!”
The mice grin and using magic disarm the other group then pull them in with a telekinetic force.
Their weapons get thrown down in the sewers, the armor disintegrates, they’re left defenseless.
The mice start kissing the other ones as the other ones feel their life drained from them.
The group of mice turn into half transformed felquines as they disarm the mice and start dominating them while eating them just like a mantis. A good while passes.
“Satisfying, I really needed a snack and some cute mice to fool with. Not a fried bird, but it will suffice.”
Heartlove, Fluttershy, Sparks, Applejack warp out of there, not leaving a trail behind.
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Here we end our tour of the felquines' world.
Author's Note
I welcome everyone to use this world for the stories they want to tell as long as they follow some objective rules.
The most important rule being 1) The horses are incapable of antagonism towards one another. Ponies such as Diamond Tara, Silver Spoon, Cozy Glow, Trixie, Glimmer, Pegasus bullies are incapable of existing in this world, even if an exception were to exist they'd be sent to a mental hospital far away from society. They'd be categorized loose cannons as badly as the military side that does not intermingle with the societal side.
That's it. Have fun writing.
Selena & Origins of Hollow Shades chapter 1
Selena & Origins of Hollow Shades
A large black catmare with a few dragon features such as horns and patches of scales appears before a dimmed room in an old castle.
“Just follow the star spiders” she looks at the constellation.
“The stars are aligned, let us begin." She thinks to herself. Her voice while in her big black form actually sounded younger than the body let on.
She opens the doors, letting all the spiders walk through it in a straight line.
The spider trail walked up the wall and looped around it. “Hmm that doesn’t look right.”.
“Lumos!” she casts it on a gargoyle as it animates roaring and yellow stars illuminate the walls making some passthrough and creating solid magical platforms to step on. The wall glows yellow with tiny stars, becomes transparent and able to walk through, the spiders stop looping and go through it. As soon as the spiders go through it they disperse into an army of small see-through brightly golden constellation spiders. The spiders turn a purple blueish hue for 5 seconds before turning back to their golden versions.
“The goth ponies from the neon city told me about an ancient book leading to the ashen land, it was destroyed a millennia ago, it contained powerful medicine, artefacts and a source of catacombs with blood related magic, it sounded like necromancy healing magic which would be a perfect addition to necromenders.".
“Interesting room… 12 doors each with a zodiac leading to multiple rooms.” the spiders form a line and start going through each door. She tries to go through 1 hallway, but it teleports her back to the first stone gargoyles much to her annoyance. “You have got to be kidding me.” she turns into lightning and goes back.
“What if I can transform myself into a constellation? Guess I can’t. 12 doors, going to waste a lot of time with these invisible warping walls and of course the spiders go in a straight line instead of showing me… wait a second… “Lumos maxima.” excellent." she casts it, and a few of the golden constellation spiders turn a violet and sapphire celestial hue.
“That doesn’t seem right” she goes back to before the line of spiders branches off into multiple and casts it again there.
Suddenly a full line of violet spiders appears going to the 10th door from left to right, the Capricorn sign. “Excellent, now I can just brute force it." she turns to lightning and zaps over a hundred times and eventually gets the combination correctly in less than 1/300000th of a second. “So it’s up, up, left, down down left up right up left up right up right up up right down down right up up” she thinks to herself “I don’t think 1 minute passed for every mistake I made, I don’t think that enchantment is that good and painful” she climbs up a flight of stairs going up the tower where the spiders go, she just walks through them as they phase through them because of the lumos spell they went through. She looks through the tower with an opening and tries not to fall from the narrow edge, there was an old telescope pointing down “Surprised nobody stole this” she looks through it.
“Useless of course, it wouldn’t point me to where I want it to” she climbs one fleet of stairs down and peeks through a hole in the shape of a star “That building? Yeah that seems more likely” she climbs up and smiles before trying to fly off the tower but then gets reset back in the tower and starts laughing “of course my horse, of course it wouldn’t let me otherwise I would have just flown here and not wasted time with the puzzle… backtracking it is then.”
She backtracks and looks at the enchanted hallway “please for the love of god do not make me…” she gets the wall wrong but it teleports her back to the gargoyle where she wanted to
“That’s convenient. I would have asked for a secret opening.” She goes outside and looks at the constellation in the night sky, spiders with the stars on their back still twinkling, she isn’t too late. She hurries to the building and there she looks for entrances “the solarium” filled with flowers including some star-shaped night flowers blooming, their texture felt of powdery snow, they were cold to the touch.
She tore open the walls as the dense night flowers were eating the oxygen in the solarium. She thought to herself that she probably had to grow a giant flower or make the spiders draw a web, she once again got tired of these puzzles. She was also running out of time and decided to brute force it… in one fell swoop she cast a spell that ripped off the ground and stones revealing its secrets, but the hatch door was magically sealed till it wasn’t. One dark blue laser acted as a welding device that ripped off the hatch door open after a few minutes. The constellation spiders got triggered regardless and started crawling down the hatch door.
She stops them since they’re still solid “I lead” she says to the spiders and goes first. She goes under the solarium and into the catacombs. There she cast a spell on a dragon of a statue that animated and yellow moving platforms appeared, soon the spiders followed. The platforms didn’t move all the way. The line of spiders was different, some were solid, hissing and aiming to bite. She cast her light spell and noticed some of the spiders were literally star-shaped. The giant spider hisses and she just grabbed it quickly, the legs freezing in place as if the spider was picked up like a dumb cat by its neck, but still aiming to bite.
She grabbed one of the spiders and placed it in a hole matching its shape, the platforms suddenly changed shape and started moving, the shape was of that of a frog. And when illuminating the spiders on further inspection they revealed to be constellation of scorpions “Interesting”. She stepped on one the platform together with the spider disguised as a scorpion. There was a hole in the magical platform shaped like a spider.
The platform moved above an abyss slowly, when the platform reached halfway in it slowly stopped, the spider disguised as a scorpion flashed green and animated as if it stung the platform shaped like a frog, the platform started slowly disappearing and Selena started flapping her wings to get past the halfway point, but it immediately teleport her back just a few inches, letting her fall in the abyss, turns out there was a pitch black water. She first cast a spell that turned the water to gelatin and then she cast a powerful spell and illuminated the water, no spider, crocodile or poison dart frog was infecting the water, but below it showed something worse there was a giant portal leading to the depths of space and the water was the only thing keeping you from not falling through directly. She could fly since her wings weren’t made of feathers but a weirder material, she flew back and there were platforms you could jump on to reach back up instead of a ladder.
There’s around 50 platforms almost like a dock with boats and there’s a spider waiting on each of them. But on closer inspection each spider is a scorpion when revealed with the special light spell. The platforms showing frog constellations are colored differently from green to red to silver with the silver being the smallest, the red the biggest. The spiders were also colored differently, but only by inspecting each one and there were also treats in one place of different sizes and colors.
Once reached back up she looks at the puzzle already having it figured out on her way back. She thought to herself recalling the old fable: A scorpion wants to cross a river but cannot swim, so it asks a frog to carry it across. The frog hesitates, afraid that the scorpion might sting it, but the scorpion promises not to, pointing out that it would drown if it killed the frog in the middle of the river. The frog considers this argument sensible and agrees to transport the scorpion. Midway across the river, the scorpion stings the frog anyway, dooming them both. The dying frog asks the scorpion why it stung despite knowing the consequence, to which the scorpion replies: "I am sorry, but I couldn't resist the urge. It's in my nature."
“However I recall something else from nature. There’s a certain species of frogs which tarantulas use as pets. The precise motive hasn’t been discovered yet, but it’s said they taste horrible or they’re a different species like cats from wild cats, as such the tarantulas use them to get rid of the flies, mosquito's and other parasites that might endanger the spider’s eggs, the frogs would sometimes hurry up under the tarantula when spotting a snake and the tarantulas would defend them. Nobody knows if it’s a grey symbiosis like raccoons and trashmen.”
She goes to the silver platform which is the smallest and inspects the golden glowing spider on inspection it’s red, not matching. She tries touching it and her appendage goes through it because it’s made out light projecting around. She gets ticked off and blasts it with a light spell throwing it off the platform.
“Good thing it isn’t made out of actual stars.” she does to a few more till she gets an idea.
She grabs two silver bags, one smaller, one bigger and starts going with it through the dock of platforms, suddenly one of the golden spiders approaches her, on inspection it’s a giant silver tarantula. She gives it two bags and goes for the bigger treats. Another spider approaches that’s smaller but still silver colored, she kicks it off as it screeches.
“Too small” She guides the big one to the smallest silver platform.
“I have a hunch big goes with small rather than small with small” … “ehh I’m sure the small one will be replaced with another one, so no crying over spilled milk".
She looks as the constellation spider replaced the last spider she threw off the platform. She looks away for a second and almost got on the platform with the wrong spider, a bunch of spiders appeared together with the other one, she flashes them and it’s revealed each of them are scorpions, she levitates the big silver one and kicks the fake spiders off the platform screeching. She gets on the tiny silver platform and the giant tarantula goes inside of the platform where a hole of a spider was in it.
Halfway in the platform doesn’t flash in any different color, but it covers Selena in a yellow coat of magic as she floats above the water and the abyss finally on her way to the other side. She starts frowning when the platform seems to disappear and she casts a bunch of light spells to keep it afloat instead she seemingly can levitate without her magic and without flapping her wings. “Old cheap erroneous enchantment or it’s by design?” she levitates the rest of the way there before the yellow magic crawls off her and turns into a yellow spider that crawls up the door’s keyhole and turns into a key. She grabs the spider key and turns it opening the door.
“Finally! found you.”
She goes into library full of books about herbs and dark practices. There she pulls a book that slides one of the bookcases open and blue light illuminate a book made out of stone and leather. But it’s behind a grate gate with lock on it. She simply grabs the lock and pulls on it a little harder and it breaks. Inside there was a giant circle room with 10 meter tall briefcases and down in the abyss a bunch of other books thrown there. In the middle there was the book made of stone. When she approached it a large platform spawned from beneath it with cushions, carpet, a magical globe and a fireplace made of white flames that emanated no smoke.
“White light… all the rage back then, now we can’t get rid of it” she zaps it and turns the light yellow.
“Much better” She reads through the book and finds out it wasn’t what she’s looking for.
“A book about cooking.. really old recipes… and together with it an old spell about turning things to stone and undo it and also an old Lumos spell and one against spiders… this is a book about the most common and popular spells and recipes back then, that’s why it was put on display in the middle, completely useless to me.”
She casts the light spell and it amuses her “So weak, it doesn’t even create flying platforms I can step on. Some things really weren’t better made back then”.
She looks up “I can see the constellation, but it’s not an open space, it merely shows if it’s night time or day time, at this rate I can either hurry up, defuse the enchantments or blow up this whole place trying to escape it if it closes on me…”
She looks around the lit large platform with cushions on and spots the wizard’s orb. She touches it and immediately shows her the book she’s looking for, or rather it precisely shows the page she’s looking for
“Well well well, some old things are better than new ones… better than those dimwitted fairies we use as potions and digital pets” “And…” a white wisp comes out of it and instantly flies towards the book, it looked more like a curtain as the magic dripped from it. The book was glowing in yellow , but it was at the bottom beneath the huge amount of books.
“That’s where it is, now to dig for it…” the white wisp instantly teleports the book on a bookstand and everything.
“Full service, that’s more like it” “This is a book about geographical places, where is Hollow Shades?” the wisp instantly turns the page to Hollow Shades which was actually a book within a book which had multiple scrolls and extra notes attached to it.
The “book” was more like a notebook with someone’s scribbles, academic and military descriptions inside of it almost like an archaeologist’s notes.
“Good job, I’d tip you if I could”. The sun is starting to appear in the projecting ceiling and in this domain she doesn’t have control over the sun and moon. The constellation starts to disappear.
“Time to get out of here.” She warps, but her warp is intercepted and ends up at the door where she came from with the spider key still intact.
“Eh worth a try” she hurries back and the globe shows her a secret passageway that opens to the castle courtyard, but it’s actually a portal disguised as a staircase, a portal that teleports her a few inches.
“Ah adorable a one way portal, better than a wall, I can’t go back even if I wanted, I got to take the long way”
She looks at the book “Finally” she warps out, this time charging it up and covering herself in a white and blue cocoon as she travels millions of miles away.
The night clears up as the constellation disappears so do the spiders resume their normal behavior and the star on their backs stops glowing.
The book:
Hollow Shades,
also named Ashen Town, Sleepy Hollow, Sunny Town, Lavender Town is a town in the Between Lands known for its mystical herbs and unorthodox magical spells. The notebook seems to have belonged to someone called Silver Hoof, I wonder if I’ll ever meet him or her.
Day 12th, Month 2nd , Year 426, 6:00AM We’ve settled in, the builders have provided us with houses in which to live for the remainder of our stay. Water, oxygen and sustenance is taken care of. The swamp’s poisonous gas are filtered through a magical shield.
Day 26th, Month 5th, Year 426, 9:37 PM We’ve opened the catacombs, the cube mirror puzzle was a pain to solve, it took us multiple days. We’ve opened the underground castle, but it’s laid with traps, it seems there’s multiple underground floors and the material is impenetrable, we cannot break into the last level, the logistics and horsepower we’d require to dig up what seems like a 9 story castle would require funding on the level of a war. Because of the dragon and horse war our diggings couldn’t advance fast enough.
There’s a recipe for curing transformation from environmental factors, transformations such as stoning, transforming into a tree.
Stoning – often occurring against basilisks, medusas and cockatrices, sometimes used as an armour defense spell.
Tree transformation – relating to nymphs and mangroves , there’s a certain bacteria in these parts that turns animal cells to plant cells.
There’s a potion for granting and erasing something called a beauty mark also called a cutie mark, the mark was thought to be a curse back then as a similar mark that destabilized one’s identity and turned them into a multiple personality disorder mess started to appear. It was not the mark itself, but the inside of it that triggered multiple marks to appear.
Day 12th, Month 6th, Year 426, 7:26 PM on the same day at precisely 9:55 AM we’ve entered the catacombs, we’ve managed to get to the first 2 floors, there were tentacles, worms, mummies, before our colleague on his way back fell dangerously ill from a wound, we’ve quarantined him and kept him in under medical care
My colleagues refused to go one more trip into the underground castle without proper soldier support. I said no to their cowardice and stepped on, in the name of discovery, finding the truth of our ancestors we must persevere and push forward. The weapons, armour, artefacts and scrolls I’m discovering inside could prove invaluable to the war and advancements.
Day 13th, Month 6th, Year 426, 7:34 AM I checked with our colleague Grey Hoof, he seems to still be unconscious, but at least his condition is stable. At 8:05 AM I enter by myself on my own accord into the catacombs.
Day 13th, Month 6th, Year 426, 11:36 AM - personal log - I’ve discovered what seems to be a sword made out of a pink colored material adorned with an emblem on it, the emblem was of some weird glyphs that I’ve found in the walls, most likely symbols pertaining to their language but to me mere glyphs, our historian colleague will be most interested.
Day 13th, Month 6th, Year 3456, 11:45 AM This sword’s material interacts greatly with the enemies in this place, injuring them greatly unlike our soldiers’ previous weapons and spells on them, it would be a shame to degrade it, but no one made an omelette without breaking a few eggs.
Day 13th, Month 6th, Year 426, time of occurrence - 2:46 PM – real time as of writing 9PM I’ve managed to reach the third floor by figuring out the glyph on my own and drawing a map of the place. The further I go the more dangerous creatures I encounter, on my way here I’ve managed to find a red gemstone with vitality giving abilities, it has kept my head sane from the toxic fumes from these unoxygenated rooms that smell of toxic mushrooms.
It seems I have already reached the end of floor 3 as another glyph lock awaited me, I inspected the wall with 3 cuboids inside and turned them in the correct password combination. The wall instead of sliding started crumbling, a large golem beast made of stone and in the shape of a frog adorning a large crown-like helmet blinked at me before roaring.
I struck it a few times, but the stone was tough, I started running all the way back, his roars summoned large fairy-like creatures with a similar crown helmet, I sliced one as I ran and grabbed it throwing it at the beast in desperation, my magical arrows merely slowed it down, it seems like I was going to need far more firepower to bring this guardian down.
I ran to the 2nd floor and the beast seemed to retreat back where it came from after one more roar. On my way here I stabbed one of those large fairies and put it in my backpack for dissecting back to my encampment. I’ve managed to quickly backtrack my steps and in less than an hour at precisely 4:39 PM I’ve managed to get out. At 5:32 PM I’ve returned to campsite, it looked more like a small town than a camp. I’ve given the dead fairie to analyze to our team’s biologist.
I was almost pressed to keep the sword a secret as I told myself I need it, with a little convincing I gave it to our linguist and historian, but to no one else, the soldiers may have had training but so did I and I wasn’t going to leave it to be lost in the local swamps, that artefact is priceless both for historical purposes and as a means of defense and progress into the underground castle.
Day 14th, Month 6th, Year 426 the team had returned with more information
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Day 15th, Month 6th, Year 426, 7:26 PM Our colleague has miraculously recovered, it seems the spell I’ve cast on him had did its job, minus a small side effect of a small golden mark appearing on his chest.
Day 21st, Month 9th, Year 426, 1:35PM Happy birthday to Golden Leaf, with his platoon’s help we have opened the last chamber to the castle, the throne room, we have secured it and finally tamed all the creatures of the castle. The throne room was chambering a weird clock-like mechanism made of sand with a portal in the middle which we’ve sealed. The spells we’ve uncovered have made us more agile, stronger, giving us wolf-like qualities, our hooves turned to claws and our fangs grew, but the effects are only temporary. I’ve dubbed this ability the bloody hooves despite the fact we gain claws from them. No secondary effects have been reported from the use of this spell.
Day 27th, Month 9th, Year 426, 3:00AM rumours spread of shadowy figures lurking in the swamp forests, it seems like our takeover of the underground castle have attracted them, my colleague theorizes it’s because we’ve stopped the clock-like mechanism from running freely, I call bollocks.
Day 8th, Month 10th, Year 426, 8:36PM Most attacks seem to have no effect, our conventional materials especially wood seem to turn everything to ash on contact with the creatures, the special weapons merely stun them, but have no effect. It seems like these creatures are not of this world. Our blood-related spells don’t have much of an effect on them. However a new spell and potion seems to have stabilized our wolf form, but turned us into something else, more demonic looking, it seems to have cured any previous physical illness we’ve had but spawned secondary effects in terms of identity loss and identity conflicts, we’ve lost any mark on our chests and flanks, and seemed to gain an almost parasitic transformation ability to defeat what I refer to as time slips, dahakas and time demons.
Day 1st Month 1st Year 427 0:00 Happy new year. We’ve managed to become the masters of this domain, but in doing so we’ve isolated the entire area, we have no way to return to our initial area and the spells have changed us in drastic ways that no society would accept us, we can barely handle ourselves, it won’t be long before we kill each other to keep this form of parasitism from spreading to the outside world, our top researcher has already been quarantined as we’ve caught him trying to nuke this whole area just to be sure.
Day 1st Month 1st Year 427 4:26 AM An earthquake? No. Seems I have spoken too late, the portal is opening up and eating us all up as the good doctor is explaining it to us all that we shouldn’t be left alive.
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The necromenders, Selena and a bunch of guards with scrolls and sci-fi apparatus walk non-chalantly on the ashes of what used to be Lavender town “These ashes aren’t volcanic…”
“Going back is a tricky business, the moon felquine will go first to secure the landing, she has enough power to deal with whatever is on the other side, from the sound of the notebook we can’t send just anyone.”
They prepare the apparatus and start the spell reading. The selenar horse straps onto what looks like a hybrid between a chair and a motorcycle pod. She gets enveloped in a cocoon and becomes part of the time machine itself, she becomes a biomechanoid. A helmet-like crown appeared over her head except the helmet was her head, her legs and arms had fused with the metallic skeleton-machine, her hair had turned into tendrils that attached to the machine. She telepathetically talks “We’ll be able to communicate if everything goes according to plan, otherwise trigger the geothermal chemicals and come back”.
A sphere forms around the mechanoid cocoon and it warps through a tunnel that’s a few inches thick like a portal. It looked like a cal The world starts reverting around it, turning to back to its olden age. The machine starts aging and turning from a silver metal to black and then slowly turns white then yellowish white like it’s made of calcium, almost like a bone and cavern texture. It looked like a giant insectoid skeleton made of machine and bone, billions of years old.
The time machine starts arriving to its assumed destination, merely a few weeks away from its destination to give time for its driver to evolve back into her initial state, the selenar horse starts breathing, the defensive sphere still active, the process starts reversing, the machine turns back to a black metal and the recipient starts slowly regaining its limbs, hair, deattaching herself from the machine becoming entity and object again. Her time machine doubled as a specialized spaceship as a motorcycle and throne in one. The sphere had slowed down the time machine to a gentle landing, but gentle meant 88 miles an hour in this case. The time machine blasted through the portal and left flames behind it and ripped a few trees open. “Somebody forgot to add an extra 0.00(0) to those calculations… either that or this place affected the speed, it should had been 0.088 miles an hour” “Message from 13 billion years from the future” “Please slow down the time machine this time, don’t allow it to function as as a motorcycle this time” “Too late for that”. “Oxygen breathable… not like that matters for my biology” The selenar horse unbuckles the machine and gets out of it.
