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- >Long winding roads
- >These had become your best friends for the last few days
- >You were thrown out of your apartment not a couple of days ago
- >Weren't keeping up with rent
- >Now you were heading to the next town to move into an even pokier, littler apartment
- >The solitude and quiet was nice though and sleeping under the stars was alright
- >Tonight was not a nice night to be sleeping under the stars however
- >Tonight the heavens had decided to drop the ocean from the sky and to rattle your bones with it's thunder and lightning
- >Tonight was not going to be comfortable
- >You decide to take a short walk from the road into the close by trees where the heavy rain would not be as punishing
- >A while into your forest trek you find an especially thick leaved oak under which to rest
- >Your small case of luggage was drenched through but it would still serve as a decent enough pillow
- >The bellowing sky and unrelenting rain would only keep you awake for a while
- >You were exhausted from the days travels
- >As your eyelids grew heavy thoughts of home and what your life had become swilled in your mind
- >Thoughts of having nothing but what you could carry
- >Thoughts of being alienated from family and friends through sheer circumstance
- >Flutters of emotion shoot through you but you quickly think of something else
- >Maybe this new town would be alright
- >The people there seem alright
- >Although having not seen the place before you put down a deposit you decide to withhold judgement
- >Thoughts of the days travel whimsically cycle through your head, your aching legs enjoying their rest
- >As your eyelids meet for the final time before sleep over takes you, a blinding flash eclipses the night
- >You pass out. . ..
- >You awake with a start
- >You become totally aware immediately
- >The thunder seems to have become more thunderous, the lightning even brighter
- >Your heart sinks as your case of belongings is missing
- >Your head is now resting on a tree root
- >You stand abruptly and look around
- >You don't recognise where you are from last night
- >Rows of trees thrash in the wind as far as you can see
- >In the distance you see the silhouette of a house and what seems to be a barn
- >You decide to make a break for it, unsure of whether or not you would survive the night outside
- >As you run towards the distant shadow you become aware of small fruits littering the ground
- >This only serves to slow you
- >If you twist your ankle on one of these fruits it is not going to be a pleasant experience
- >You reach the porch of this small house and jump up the small steps,
- >You knock on the small, solid oaken door lightly at first
- >No answer
- >You knock harder hoping the sleeping people inside would be understanding to being woken up
- >No answer
- >You give the door a final pound and a final wait for a minute before resigning yourself to the barn
- >You jump down the small porch steps and sprint to the barn
- >You push open the barn door and step inside
- >The wind and rain finally gone brings you great relief
- >You fall asleep in your wet clothes on a mound of a straw in the corner, unsure of how the owners would react to such an intrusion
- >It'd be worth it either way
- >Oh god the sun
- >Shining directly into your eyes
- >God damn it
- >You bring up your hand to shield your eyes but it's too late
- >Now you're awake
- >You realise suddenly where you are
- >You don't know anything about where you are other than in a barn on some kind of tree farm
- >What the hell is a tree farm
- >No its an orchard
- >You can't think of a single orchard near where you were
- >You stand and stretch, small pieces of straw stick to your clothes and hair
- >As you brush yourself down you realise this is some of the softest straw you have ever felt
- >And your clothes are pretty much dry
- >This day might be alright in the end
- >You walk up to the barn door and push it open a very tiny amount
- >So small was the amount it could have easily been the wind
- >As you look through the gap you see two multicoloured ponies standing outside
- >A small red horse and an even smaller orange horse
- >Talking to each other
- >Wait a minute
- >The shock of this was eclipsed by the panic of them heading towards you
- >In your panic you run to the back of the barn and cover yourself in the huge pile of straw
- >You are pretty sure you are hidden
- >As they walk in you begin to breathe as quietly as you can with eyes shut tight and hoping over all hopes you are not seen
- >Your straw camouflage seems to have worked and you catch a part of their conversation
- >”Well ah heard somethin banging on our door mighty fierce last night,”
- >This sounded like a male voice with a southern drawl, seems to have come from the larger red one
- >”Just be sure to be careful out and about then with a monster like that on tha loose,”
- >The smaller orange one replied in a similar drawl
- >Wait a sec
- >Were they talking about me?
- >I'm a monster here?
- >Where the hell was I that there are miniature talking horses that fear humans?
- >They seemed only come in to grab some of the baskets laying around and promptly left
- >You decide to stay hidden and gather your thoughts
- >You can't afford to be seen until you can show you're not a monster
- >You ponder for a moment about whether this is rational
- >Yeh, can't afford to fuck it up with these things
- >if they've never seen a human I can't afford to scare them
- >And if they are tetchy enough that they brand me a monster just by me banging on their door then I will have to show my good intentions
- >Or just get out of here
- >You stand from the pile of straw, sure that they have left
- >The barn door was open but they seemed to have gone deeper into the orchard
- >You look outside and in the distance you see an orange horse kicking trees
- >The apples fall from the trees neatly into baskets placed at their foot
- >When she bucks a tree with no baskets underneath a tiny yellow horse that could have been no more than 3 feet tall runs around catching them in a little basket on her back and runs back into a cellar
- >The orange one seemed to have a hair band towards the end of her blonde mane
- >The yellow one a bow
- >After considering the logistics of this for a while you decide to not think on it any more as the only explanation you can come up with is “it must have been magic,”
- >Terrible
- >The more you watch the more it becomes apparent that this is an apple orchard
- >With the biggest apples you've ever seen
- >The two ponies out collecting seemed to be close with each other
- >They seem to be pretty similar to people in how they act with one another
- >This was a good sign for you
- >After watching the ponies for a while your thoughts turn to the time of day
- >It had to be past noon and it was about time you got something to eat
- >Luckily you were on what appeared to be an apple orchard
- >You had lost sight of the two ponies in the distance and the large red one was nowhere to be seen
- >You decide to chance it and walk outside and over to one of the trees
- >As you arrive at a tree you easily reach up and pluck an apple down
- >It is easily the size of your fists
- >You take a bite and the juice of it flows down either side of your mouth
- >Dayem
- >For an apple this aint too bad
- >For an apple
- >A dusty path running down the centre of the orchard catches your eye
- >You decide to follow it, there must be a town or something at the end
- >Although you could be going deeper into the orchard
- >That road you came off must be near here
- >You couldn't have gone too far away from it
- >You're sure of it
- >For what seemed like an hour you followed the path
- >As darkness began to take hold of the day you almost give up on your search
- >Suddenly and all at once you notice a town in the distance
- >Happiness overwhelms you and you break into a run
- >You hadn't had a drink all day and someone had to be willing to give free water out
- >Someone was always willing to give free water out
- >As the town comes into sharper focus your run turns into a sprint
- >As you got closer you noticed only the short houses
- >The town also seemed to be deserted
- >You spot a single purple pony just walking out of a large tree
- >It freezes
- >You freeze too
- >The horn on it's head begins to glow and it looks like it's straining
- >You feel a slight tingle run through your body and the pony seems almost shocked
- >It quickly regains composure and begins to charge you
- >Another pony spots you and begins to hysterically scream and run away
- “Ah! No! I'm not here to-”
- >You shout after it
- >Panic quickly spreads through the town
- >A blue flash briefly enters your field of vision and knocks into your front
- >You put a foot back and accept the blow without too much of a problem
- >You lose track of it from then on, it seemed to fly up
- >The purple pony begins to reach you
- >You act on instinct and begin to run
- >Run back to the orchard
- >As you run you pass the tiny yellow pony from the orchard
- >”Hey! Where are ya runnin off too?!”
- >You pay no attention and continue to run
- >Your muscles are aching
- >You're thirsty
- >You're alone
- >You don't know where you are
- >Everyone around you thinks you're a monster
- >. . .
- >Damn
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- >You're back in the barn
- >After another rough night of sleep on some straw you decide today was the day
- >The day for what exactly wasn't clear but you certainly had the motivation to do something
- >Talking ponies?
- >Attacked when you walk into a town?
- >Where are the god damn other people
- >If only I could see a friendly human face
- >Or even an angry one
- >Just need to find out what's going on here
- >Ok, pull yourself together, we can get through this
- >Wallowing in self pity is not going to help anyone
- >You get up and shake off the straw from your bed
- >Your legs are feeling fine
- >Wow thanks body
- >You approach the barn door and timidly push it ajar
- >You peak outside
- >Immediately the shortest yellow pony locks her eyes with yours
- >The orange pony with her back to you doesn't seem to notice and the short yellow one doesn't seem to make a fuss about you being in there
- >You back away from the barn door, your heart thumping out of your chest
- >If you are found out you'll have to run
- >It's too early for them to know
- >They are so afraid of you
- >There are potentially hundreds of them
- >as weak as they seem to be on their own you dont' think could take them all
- >Could you?
- >Ok she didn't seem to freak so just relax
- >We'll just get back in the straw pile and wait it out
- >After a few moments the barn door is pushed open and a creak echo’s around the barn
- >”Hey Mr! Are ya in here still?”
- >Your heart pushes against your chest like you've never felt before
- >”I'm not gonna tell on you! I just wanna talk with you!”
- >She just wants to talk?
- >You shuffle a little before rising from you pile of straw
- >As soon as she sees you skips over
- >”Hey there! I'm Applebloom! Who are you?”
- >She smiled widely and looked up at you with the largest eyes you'd ever seen
- “Well erm, I'm Anon. Why aren't you scared of me?”
- >”Why would I be scared of you? What kind of creature are you?”
- >You begin to relax as this young pony began to torrent you with questions about who you were and the such
- “Well I'm a human, what are y-,”
- >She cut you off
- >“WOW! where do humans come from, I've never even heard of them before?!”
- “We come from all around, should be towns of them nearby. What are you?”
- >”I'm a little pony just like my sister who you saw an I live with my brother and granny-”
- >Her speech is filtered out as you begin to consider the implications of talking ponies
- >How could this be, you've never heard of anything like this
- >You were always pretty sure Humans were the only ones who could speak English too
- >”Hey mister,”
- >There is no way!
- >This would be all over the news for sure
- >”Hey mister!”
- >Maybe you'd just stumbled upon their community that everyone had just missed
- >”Heeeeyyyy!”
- >This brought you sharply back into here and now
- “Sorry Appleblossom. I just drifted away there for a moment, what were you saying?
- >”No silly, I'm Applebloom.”
- >She seemed indignant about that last one
- >”I have tah go now anyway, mah sister is calling me for dinner, but it's OK if you stay here for the night!”
- >A faint call of Applebloom could be heard on the wind
- “Well thats very kind of you little one.”
- >It was so welcomed after so much hostility
- >”Be careful tommorow too cause we're harvesting the fields near this barn and Applejack an Big Mac might come an find shade in here,”
- “Thanks for the heads up Applebloom.”
- >”See ya later then!”
- >She happily skips out of the huge barn double doors leaving a smile on your face
- >Maybe these pony folk are alright after all
- >Hope she can keep her mouth shut
- >You strongly doubt it
- >The sun is touching the horizon
- >You'd spent the last hours of the day lazing on your pile of straw
- >It really was a comfortable pile of straw
- >You decide you've had enough rest and jump up feeling refreshed
- >Appleblooms kindness today has really struck a chord with you
- >You feel like you need to pay her back for at least trying to see who or more accurately what you were
- >You step outside and stretch taking in a full breath of the crisp nights air
- >You had taken a couple of baskets out with you
- >If that 4ft tall girl pony can knock apples out of these trees then tall ass you should sure as hell be able to
- >You walk up to the most bottom right appletree and take a look at it
- >The apples grow in about three groups on the tree
- >Seems like no problem to guess where the baskets need to be placed
- >After throwing down the baskets in roughly what you think the right place should be you give the tree a good hard stamp to the trunk
- >A few apples fall out and neatly into the basket
- >These apple trees are not like ones at home that's for sure
- >A second kick saw the tree stripped of it apples and three filled baskets
- >They weren't too heavy either
- >You've gotten the hang of harvesting apples pretty sharpish
- >You've done maybe three quarters of a field
- >Spreading the baskets out could be done super quick
- >Then just walking round stamping trees as hard as you could
- >No problem
- >It was cathartic after yesterdays events
- >Carrying back the baskets was no problem either as you could easily carry a few stacked up
- >You stacked them all up by the cellar
- >You'd done easily a hundred baskets
- >Seems like you're Mr. Efficiency when it comes to harvesting apple trees
- >You retreat back to the barn and find comfort in your straw pile having decided you've done more than enough for tonight
- >You decided that you needed to befriend these ponies
- >This was a strange land and clearly they are the dominant ones here
- >You'd probably need them to get back to see other people
- >Other people
- >You let out a longing sigh at this notion
- >It had only been a couple of days but
- >You were feeling it
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- >You awaken to the sound of shouting
- >Distant shouting
- >Happy shouting
- >You can easily make out bits and pieces through your groggy haze
- >”Big Mac! Granny Smith! Come out here! Somethin wonderful has happened!”
- >Yea
- >They've definitely found it
- >Maybe you should show yourself now and say it was you
- >Might not come across how you intend
- >Better to just tell the little Applebloom you did it
- >”By Celestia!”
- >This was a more elderly voice than the last
- >You swear Applebloom mentioned who this was
- >You've forgotten
- >Applejack even just shouted it as well
- >This could be god damn vital information
- >Must remember to ask her if she comes again
- >At least you remembered Applejack
- >They had started talking to each other too quietly for you to hear from so far away
- >They're probably speculating on what act of god caused this
- >Maybe this Celestia the elderly one wheezed about
- >Must ask Applebloom
- >They continued to talk and began to walk towards you
- >You could hear the ponies approaching
- >Their loud hoofsteps against the dry mud allow you to easily echo locate them
- >You bury yourself like a crab in sand in your pile of straw
- >As they open the barn door your heart beats heavily in your chest
- >Not as much as last time though
- >Your pile of straw is serving you well
- >Maybe you should name it
- >. . .
- >Maybe not
- >Their conversation had seemed to have ended before they arrived and they'd left
- >They had grabbed a few stacks of baskets from within your squat
- >Seems like Applebloom hadn't snitched you out
- >You stand out of your straw and it tumbles off of you
- >”Hey!”
- “Jesus Christ!”
- >You exclaim and jump backwards banging your head on a low beam
- >You furiously rub the impact point on your head
- >Your face is tensed into a grimace
- >“Sorry to make ya jump there Anon, hows it going?”
- >Your head feels like it's going to split
- >You consciously soften your grimace upon seeing her beaming up at you
- “I'm alright, hows it going for you?”
- >”I'm good. Applejack let me have the day off my chores!”
- “And I'm glad to hear it. Applebloom, is it alright if I ask you some questions about this place?”
- >”Sure Anon, what do ya wanna know?”
- >She looked up to you smiling still
- >The pain in your head swiftly dissipates
- >She seemed to trust you not to attack her or similar
- >You kinda trusted her to keep this all a secret too
- “So what's the deal with this whole place,”
- >Off to a flying start there, thanks for that one brain
- >”What do ya mean anon?”
- “Hmm How about, who is this Celestia?”
- >Your talks went on for a while
- >She tells you of how the sun and the moon are risen by a pair of princesses
- >The local town is called Ponyville and is inhabited by an array of brightly coloured ponies who can either fly, use magic or can't do either
- >Can't do either, she was one of them
- >Sucks for her
- >The capital seems to be Canterlot, where the princesses rule from
- >Tales of far away lands filled with dragons, griffins, talking buffalo and huge Ursa creatures
- >Seriously where the hell were you? You'd never heard of any of this
- >Equestria
- >Did no one seriously know about this place?
- >Maybe I died in that storm and this is heaven
- >Or hell
- >Feint shouts of “Applebloom,” could be heard from the distance
- >Your conversation had seemed to stretch hours
- >”Well Anon I have ta go now for dinner.”
- >She seemed almost sad
- >You kinda were too
- >Ah well she'll come tomorrow
- “Cool, I'll see you later Applebloom, and please keep me a secret. yeh?”
- >”No worries Anon, I know how they can get with ponies they don't recognise,”
- >She gave you a brief hug before skipping out the door
- “Sweet, see ya round then,”
- >She was gone before you'd finished
- >Of all the people you'd ever met
- >It was this pony foal who'd shown you the most compassion
- >She didn't care how alien you seemed
- >She was fascinated
- >You laid back on your faithful straw and considered your chat with Applebloom
- >Night loomed
- >No doubt brought on by “Princess Luna.”
- >They were sincerely indoctrinated
- >Although if there are “unicorns,” who can use “magic,” maybe it's all true
- >She is pretty young though maybe she's making it up
- >I mean, tiny ponies who have a horn on their head and can use magic
- >Sure thing buddy
- >It's all the info you have though and you're going to have to be even more wary
- >You can't use magic
- >That purple one the other day seemed pretty shocked after her horn started glowing
- >Her “spell,” must have failed
- >Maybe she's a terrible pony wizard
- >Enough of this
- >Your day wasn't over
- >You had resolved to do another section of a field
- >Your work went quickly
- >It had struck you at some point that you never mentioned to Applebloom who did the work last night
- >Shit, that was your whole plan
- >As you stomped trees and carried baskets you hoped this would work
- >You were becoming more resigned to never seeing another human
- >Your only solace was Applebloom
- >A tiny Red haired, yellow furred pony filly
- >She had called herself a filly as if being called a foal was like calling her a baby
- >You smiled at this and your mind drifted back to thoughts of home
- >You hadn't even seen your home and you longed for it
- >You piled up the last basket outside the cellar in the same place you had last night
- >About a hundred baskets of apples stacked up
- >You take a deep breath in and look up to the sky, the smell of the apples caressing your sense of smell
- >You can see the moon high in the sky
- >It's huge and the sky is crystal clear of clouds
- >The stars seem to gaze back
- >Whoever this Luna is they know how to punch you straight in the beauty bone that's for sure
- >As you reach the door of your hidey hole you pause and take one final drink of the vista
- >You step in and lie on your bed
- >You'll tell Applebloom it was you who did the work, she'll tell Applejack and they'll accept you and let you know how to get where you want to be
- >Tommorow'll be alright
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- >Two days had passed since your last encounter with Applebloom
- >Why she'd stopped visiting you plagued your mind over the last day
- >She probably thinks you've left or something
- >Naa
- >She has no reason to think that
- >You whiled away the previous days working on straw dolls and at night collecting apples
- >Most of your straw dolls had failed but one of them came out pretty good
- >You'd named your good one Dolly, daughter of the straw pile
- >Shed vowed vengeance on you for mutilating her father in order to create her
- >It had been a boring couple of days
- >The nightly exercise always came welcomed with open arms
- >Doing this for Applejack and Applebloom felt pretty good
- >Applejack might know you were doing it but she always seemed happy about it
- >As did the rest of her kin
- >The dawn of the third day with no Applebloom
- >The sun is at it's highest point in the sky relentlessly heating the interior of your barn come hovel
- >She'd have to come today
- >She'd said she'd see me later
- >She wasn't a liar that's for sure
- >Wait a minute you barely know this Appleblo-
- >”Anon you still in here?”
- >You resist jumping from your straw cocoon out of sheer excitement and rise instead at what you think is a pretty normal pace
- >You're happy to see Applebloom but you are met with the gawking faces of two other tiny ponies
- >An orange one and a white one
- >The orange one stares with a frown and the white stares with shock and anticipation
- “Applebloom what is go-,”
- >“Hey Anon these are my friends!”
- >”This is Scootaloo!”
- >She gestures to the orange frowny one
- >”And this is Sweetybelle!”
- >She gestures to the white one
- “Applebloom are you sure this is a good idea, won't you guys get in trouble for consorting with something like me?”
- >”Naaaa,”
- >They chirped in unison
- >A small silence filled the room.
- >You thinking on the implications of this
- >Them thinking on the creature that stood before them
- >”So this is the monster you told us about!”
- >That stung a bit but alright
- >”Yeh isn't he neat!”
- >”He's so tall!”
- >”Yeh look at his hooves! They're all fleshy!”
- >Scootaloo and Sweetybelle were sure to point out each difference from your hairlessness to your height to how small your eyes are
- >”Hey Mr. Anon! Wanna come and play with us?”
- >Applebloom interrupts them, seeing the barrage of comparisons obviously getting to you a bit
- >Going and playing out with them
- >You shouldn't really
- >What would a passing pony think?
- >Probably that you're attacking again
- >Damn ponies
- >But it sure would be a welcome break from the monotony of your burrow
- ”Yeh sure, what do you have in mind little one?”
- >Little one?
- >Since when did you talk like that?
- >”Wanna come to our Treehouse!?”
- >They chirped in unison a second time
- “Alright lets do it.”
- >You begin to head off but you remember something
- “Ah wait a sec I made you something,”
- >You pull out Dolly, Daughter of the Straw Pile from your pocket and hand it to applebloom
- >She seemed pleased with your meagre gift
- >You were sincerely enthusiastic about going to their little tree-house
- >The tedium of hiding in the pile of straw was fast becoming a part of your every day grind
- >You swiftly reach the tree-house
- >It wasn't far from the borders off the apple orchard and the three little ones were sure to tug at your jeans and head butt you along
- >Now you were here, what were they going to have you do?
- >You've never played with human kids before, let alone tiny pony foals
- >Fillies even
- >Were they going to have you hop scotch with them?
- >That's got to be quite the sight seeing a pony hop scotch
- >”So Mr. Anon, wadda ya think?”
- >She gestured to their tree-house
- >It was actually pretty good
- >It fitted like a glove to the tree it was built around
- >As if the tree had just grown it
- >A neat little ramp led up to the small entrance of the house
- “Wow that's a nice tree-house that's for sure,”
- >You could not have sounded any more sarcastic
- >”It's our cutie mark crusader hide out and we are,”
- >They exchange knowing looks
- >They get into an action pose
- “The Cutie Mark Crusaders!”
- >You smile as they hold their obviously well practiced pose
- >Their camaraderie was totally endearing
- >You remembered all about the concept of cutie marks from your long talk with Applebloom
- >”So Mr. what do you wanna do?”
- >Applebloom asked all the questions
- >You guess the other two hadn't warmed up to you yet
- >or maybe she is just the natural leader
- >Difficult to tell it surely was
- “Do you guys play catch at all?”
- >Ridiculous
- >Of course they didn't how would they catch
- >”We sure do!”
- >Scootaloo runs in to the tree-house to fetch a ball
- >Like lightning she comes out with a with a small ball and placed it at your foot
- >You hoped this wouldn't turn in to a game of fetch
- >It was pretty similar to a cricket ball in size and shape as you felt it in your hand
- >You shout
- “Go long!”
- >The fillies exchange looks of confusion
- >Your piston like arm fires the ball into orbit
- >You'd severely under estimated your ball throwing abilities
- >It sails into the distance
- >They exchange another look of excitement before shouting
- >”Cutie mark crusader ball finders!”
- >They happily scamper of into the scarce nearby apple trees
- >You let out a sigh of relief they aren't mad
- >You stand about waiting for them to come back
- >Minutes pass and against your better judgement you decide to check out the tree house
- >And we take a few steps up the ramp
- >Your foot goes nicely smashing through and makes an enormous hole
- >This causes you to fall forwards
- >Your reach your arms out in front of you to protect your face
- >This causes only more shattering of the ramp
- >With the ramp in total disarray you roll away from the wreckage and get up
- >Fuck, they won't be able to get back up there after you've smashed everything up
- >This is not good
- >The ramp was obviously not designed for a big oaf like you
- >You hear a rustling in some nearby long grass
- >”Hey Mr. Anon! We found th-”
- >The three of them stand in shock as they see what you've done
- >You stand in shock at their stance of shock
- >Scootaloo is the first to step forwards
- >”Hey you broke our treehouse!”
- “Err, well, you see-”
- >Sweetybelle cuts you off
- >”We're gonna have to rebuild the whole ramp now!”
- >Applebloom seems to know it was an accident but is still not happy
- >”Anon I think you should go back, it's getting dark now anyway,”
- “Come on Applebloom, you know I didn't mean to.”
- >”I'll come and talk tomorrow but for now I'll have ta talk to these two.”
- >You understand
- >You'd just smashed part of something they were clearly proud of
- >You let out a pained sigh and begin walking back to your den
- >On the way back you see the little straw doll you'd made for Applebloom tossed to the side of the road
- >Heh
- >You leave her there and walk back to your squat
- >You'd gotten caught up in the day so much you'd still not told Applebloom about the night harvesting
- >Surely she'd work out it was you and tell the others of her own volition
- >Night rolls around again and you dutifully harvest as many apples as you can
- >Taking only a few to eat
- >As you cover yourself in your straw to rest for the night
- >You hear in the distance
- >A cacophony of shouting
- >Quiet at first. . .
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- >You brush off the sounds as some kind of local tradition
- >It gets louder and more pronounced as it goes on
- >You hear the sound of horse shoes on mud get closer
- >It sounds like a group of them were coming towards your hiding place
- >Every drop of adrenaline your body has is ejected into your bloodstream
- >Your heart is beating like it's never beat before
- >Fight or flight
- >Fight or flight
- >The barn door is loudly kicked open
- >You try to scramble up
- >You shield your eyes
- >One of the ponies produced a blinding flash as the door was breached
- >You back away
- >You're unable to see your aggressors
- >As your pupils recover from the shock of the flash and you begin to make out the colours of various ponies
- >White, purple, blue, pink and yellow
- >They all seem angry with you
- >Especially the white one
- >Especially Applejack
- “No! Stop! I'm not a thr-,”
- >You are charged by the blue pegasus
- >You absorb the blow with your stomach
- >This winds you and causes you to stumble backwards
- >You gently divert the blue pegasus into your soft straw
- >While you do this you feel a tingle flow through your body
- >The same feeling from the town
- >Applejack begins whirling her lasso above her head
- >She attempts to toss it over you but you easily side step it
- >She begins reeling up her rope
- >You glanced towards the purple and white pony
- >They seem to be concentrating pretty hard
- >Their horns glowing brightly
- >Their spells must be failing
- >The tingling continues
- >The blue one had flown up to the rafters and seemed to be readying herself for another charge
- >This was too much
- >Every muscle in your body was telling you to run
- >You'd not listened for long enough
- >A second dump of adrenaline coursed through every fibre of your being
- >And you were off
- >You charge towards the barn door hoping they would clear out of the way
- >They do
- >Applejack trips you over as you pass her
- >You fall into the ground at running pace
- >The dust flies up into your face
- >You cough as you breath some in
- >You can feel your shirt is torn down the side
- >You scramble up as quickly as you fell and begin to run
- >You run towards the edge of the orchard as fast as you can
- >You easily out pace the ponies
- >Your legs are as long as they are tall
- >But can hear them following you
- >You just run
- >And run
- >You reach the edge of the orchard
- >You pause to think for a moment
- >Only the criminals ever run
- >This could be it
- >Ah fuck it
- >You'll find a way to make it right
- >But they don't want to hear it
- >They obviously don't want to hear it
- >You take a look back and see the ponies catching up
- >They seem to be running out of steam
- >You take this as a chance to keep going
- >Just keeping putting one foot in front of the other
- >The light of the moon was eventually blotted out by the leaves of trees
- >You had run into a thick forest
- >The path dissipated under your feet and as you looked around there was only darkness
- >You look back and the path was gone
- >You can make out a fallen log not far away
- >You sit and gather your thoughts
- >Clearly these ponies did not want to be friends with something like you
- >You really do need them to get back though
- >You know nothing of this place
- >Was this to be your fate
- >A monster of the forest
- >Heh maybe it wouldn't be so bad
- >”Help!”
- >You hear a loud distant scream
- >You recognised the screamer
- >It sounded like little Applebloom
- >She came after you
- >You were exhausted but you had to go and help her
- >You had no idea about the fauna of this place
- >You could be running into anything
- >You reach a small clearing
- >The glow of the moon illuminates a frightened Applebloom
- >She was surrounded by a pack of wolves
- >These were none like those you had seen back home
- >They seemed to be made of the very trees they prowled
- >You step forwards out of the darkness into the clearing
- >Applebloom looks up at you, pleading for help with her eyes
- >Your lungs are on fire
- >Your legs want to give up
- >Your brain is telling you to quit
- >Telling you to quit now
- >But you won't
- >No matter what her friends and family may have done you weren't gonna let Applebloom get hurt today
- >The wolves all turn immediately to you and begin to surround you
- >A couple you hadn't seen noticed creep forth from the shadows behind you
- “Applebloom run! Run home a don't look back!”
- >She paused for a moment as if to say something
- “Go!”
- >You see tears well up in her eyes and she turns
- >As she begins to run a moment of total clarity overcomes you
- >For just a moment you see
- >For just a moment you notice everything
- >You notice every falling leaf and how it dances with the wind
- >The way the moonlight flows through every hair on each wolves back
- >You look to the sky
- >Damn
- >Luna certainly knows what she's doing
- >You look forwards and in almost slow motion you see the largest of the wolves pounce
- >You glimpse and see Applebloom safely getting away
- >She hasn't looked back
- >Good girl
- >You close your eyes
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