A Green Lantern in Equestria, Part 2 (Farm Battle)

>Despite the allure of the prospect, especially given the circumstances, you cannot remain in this hole all day.
>You have your responsibilities, your original mission.
>Never mind the COLOSSAL FUCK-UP that you just engineered.
>If you take off now, all that will happen is that the...equine?...Pony?...Natives of this world will regard their pink fellow as insane.
>You float up out of the hole and take to the skies.
>You rise up, past the clouds, the continent below you ever shrinking.
>Higher, into the endless blue.
>Higher, the blue becomes black.
>Higher, to the stars and the void of spaOHMYGODTHISISWORSTPAINTHATIEVERFELTINMYENTIRELIFEITFEELSLIKEBEINGPROCESSEDINTONOODLESOHGOD!!
>You are Anon Ymous, Green Lantern of Space Sector 2828.
>And for the second time today, you are a streaking green meteor.

...

>You are not Anon Ymous of Rann.
>You are, in fact, Applejack of Equestria.
>You are a pony.
>You are also an Apple farmer.
>And so is your older brother, Big Macintosh.
>And so were your parents, and your grandmother, and your entire family going back a number of generations.
>Apples and apple trees are your livelihood, your driving force, your reason to be.
>So it's perfectly understandable that you'd be a bit miffed when a fast moving object of emerald hue came out of the sky and reduced a quarter of your crop into a smouldering crater.
>And by "a bit miffed" you of course mean FATHOMING RAGE.
>It was probably nothing intentional, heck it was probably nothing sentient.
>It was probably one of those "shooting stars" your friend Twilight goes on about now and again.
>Didn't mean you weren't going to beat the living hell out of it with your shovel...

...

Anon's Perspective

>You come too.
>Oh, hello crater, fancy meeting you here.
>Once again, it seems you owe a lift debt to your ring.
>As you once more collect yourself, you wonder what the hell you hit when you entered the upper atmosphere.
>It felt almost like a gravametic barrier...but not even your accelerated Rannian education can provide you with an answer without further information.
>As you promise yourself that you'll approach the atmosphere with more care next time and scan the distortion in the hopes of finding a solution, you fail to notice the incoming shovel.
>Luckily, it misses your already abused head and hits your square in the back.
>The pain makes you yelp, jump, and turn around come face to face with another pony creature...this one orange.
>It holds the shovel in it's mouth as it gives you a death glare that could send the Children of the White Lobe to bed without supper.
>You also notice that it's wearing a hat.
>An oddly familiar hat.
>You'd ponder this fact more if it didn't just STRIKE YOU WITH A FUCKING SHOVEL!
>You send power to your ring as you wonder how many atoms you're going to scatter this thing int-[WAIT!]
>Huh?!  What is it Consince, I'm kinda busy here.
>[You cannot do that!  The Guardians forbid it!]
>True...but this thing just hit me with a FUCKING SHOVEL!
>[You are a Green Lantern!  A law enforcement officer charged with bringing order and peace to the Universe!  You do not do that by vaporizing random pony-creatures!  Even ones that just hit you with spades!]
>...I hate you...
>[Go cry me a river dipshit.  Now resolve this peacefully or I will guilt trip you to Kingdom Come.]
>You curse your Consince as you stand down and attempt to resolve your dispute with the orange pony diplomatically.
Listen...calm down.  I don't know what I did to upset you, but I can assure you that I didn't mean too do it.  Today has been very confusing for me and-
>The Pony interrupts your diplomacy with another shovel swing.
>On reflex, you trow up a shield construct to take the impact.
>The sight of the construct does shock the orange pony, but not enough for her to falter.
That's it, I tried talking, no more mister nice lantern!
>You make a claw construct and grab the shovel, wrenching it away, with considerable effort, from the pony-creature, it barely mouths a "what the-?" before you set your next construct upon it.
>A rope lasso.
>You saw Guy Gardner do this with a wild Merna beast.
>It should be effective against a small, orange hat-wearing pony.
>It contemplates the lasso around it's neck for a moment before looking straight at you.
>"So this is the game you wanna play?", she speaks (that voice, definitely female...odd accent though).
>A devious smile comes over her face, "Fine by me!"

...

>You are Anon Ymous of Rann, Green Lantern of Sector 2828.
>And you are airborne without the aid of your power ring.
>Not that it would do you much good anyway, what with the recent trauma your head has endure.
>Aside from the two high altitude impacts you endured earlier, you've spent the past 15 minutes being slammed into trees by a small orange pony whose form conceals considerable strength.
>It only occurred to you to break your rope construct when she brought you overhead with the intent of slamming into the ground.
>Luck being the evil bitch that she it, you ended up doing this right at the apex of her swing, launching you at a considerable distance.
>As you come into the view of a nearby farmhouse, and two more (very confused) ponies, a large red one and a smaller yellow one, you impact the ground quite hard.
>Your ring probably decided it had enough of your stupid shit and didn't save you this time.
>You see stars as the orange pony trots up to you.
>"Welp!  That settles that!  You go ahead n' take a little nap now, I reckon you could use one.  We'll deal with tha' nuts n' bolts when you wake up."
Yes...ma'am...
>The blissful black takes you into wonderful unconsciousness....