My Little Realities: C9 - Stormy Skies Ahead

My Little Realities: C9 - Stormy Skies Ahead

>you wake up
>surrounded by sleeping p0nies
>you all fell asleep in a big pile
>you grip at your chest to stop your heart from exploding
>too much hnnnnnggg
>yep you’re going soft
>fucking p0nies will be the death of you
>you get up, tippie-toeing between hooves and manes
>must… not…  step… on… anything…
>victory
>you help yourself to whatever you can find in the kitchen that’s edible with no cooking
>you get a strange homesickness from that.  Just the memories of all those meals that were done in the same manner, even if this one was much better than what you were used to
>you found eating to be a bit of a waste of time and money, so it was “go to kitchen, grab food, smell it to see if it’s edible, eat while doing something” kinda deal
>for once you actually take the time to lean against the counter and chow down on a couple apples, bread and butter, milk and handfuls of salted peanuts you found in Twilight’s pantry
>you are at peace
>looking at those plush toy superheroes and eating a quality meal for once
>ballin’
>then you start feeling it
>it runs down your spine
>you feel it going between your legs
>under your arms
>oh fucking shit
>it hadn’t even occurred to you
>you haven’t taken the suit off and/or showered in a few days or even peed/taken a dump
>the feeling was concentrated itchiness
>and a bladder that was about to explode
>as well as an urgent number two
>AUUUUHGGHHH
>have you ever tried to scratch through high-impact polymer overlapping plates over a multiple layered, highly puncture and abrasive resistant NBC?
>you grab at the plates and start using their edges to press into the material to deliver some sort of scratching relief
>what you’re doing is pressing on your bladder
>panic
>panic panic panic
>WHERE THE FUCK IS THE BATHROOM
>you run into the mass of sleeping horses, biting your lip and wincing as your bodily refuse feels like it’s trying to punch its way out
>you grab Twilight by the shoulders and gently shake her awake
>SEE HERE WE DON’T JUST KNOCK ON PEOPLE’S FACES WHEN WE NEED THEM TO WAKE UP
>you try to be gentle but the pain is rising
”Hmuuuuurhghhhgl?” she says
>ha, can’t expect everyone to be on the ball when they’re ripped from slumber
>you look at her in the eyes
>she is suddenly awake
”Twilight” you say, through gritted teeth, eyes wide, “Washroom.  Right now.  Where?”
>she’s shaking
>points to a door in another room
>you just drop her and leap over the still sleeping ponies
>you slam the door behind you and start unzipping and unlatching the suit
>two hours later
>you walk out of there feeling pretty drained but in a state similar to post-orgasm buzz
>you collapse onto a couch
>they’re all staring at you
”I am never going to another world and getting stranded in my suit for a few days ever again, where I am unable to go to the bathroom”
>you see them go from “what in all of Equestria was that all about” to “Ohhhhhh…  Ouch…”
>you’ll probably need a shower now
”I’ll go fetch some of my normal clothes so I can get out of this suit and get cleaned up…” you say, breaking the awkward silence
”Oh Anon, when you’re done that, we’re going to see Rainbow Dash and Princess Celestia at the hospital.  Would you like to join us?” asks Twilight
”Yeah sure, I’ll swing by when I’m done all that so I won’t stink up the place” you reply
>you are thankful that the non permeable membranes of what you're wearing let no smells through
>you start walking towards your apartment
>it’s nice that it hasn’t rained; the place barely had a roof.  No windows, half of the living room wall was missing
>you’d better grab your essentials and find a place in P0nyville
>then there was the problem of money, it’s not like you were going to bum off ponies all your life
>you could probably trade some of your stuff
>maybe do work that was hard for ponies to do without hands
>or find a job
>you ponder for a while, filling bags and backpacks with stuff
>you were definitely coming back for all your guns and ammo
>you’d either need more of Twilight’s magic or maybe get some sort of cart
>yeah this would be a lot of trouble, you most likely had amassed a few thousand pounds of ammo and many hundreds of pounds of gun
>and FUCK no you weren’t going to leave any of them behind
>then your reloading gear
>some tools
>random stuff you didn’t want to leave behind, books and the likes
>you’d have to ask for what they had in terms of carriages or carts
>the safe room would handle some weather so it was okay for now
>heading back to P0nyville, you suddenly remember your ear implants
>usually you had some music playing but it was really hard to find the right track for walking around in goddamn Equestria
>how the fuck were you supposed to have a playlist for that kinda shit?
>you scroll through artists and genres, settling on
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DrBcKvnezg4
>you walk, getting into the music.  Sweet Barren Earth bliss
>you start singing; being in “flankbuck” nowhere had some advantages
>now your singing voice isn’t that good but you can hit the notes
>you don’t notice that somep0ny has been following you for a few minutes
>you get to a harsh vocal verse and just let ‘er rip
>now this you can do.  It’s rare that you are alone enough to be able to do this at full volume
>then you see a shadow move, the sun’s behind you
>FUCK
>you turn around and see a unicorn with a white coat, blue mane and sunglasses
>you struggle to contain your embarrassment.  You aren’t sure why you’re embarrassed, but singing and music is pretty personal to you, and you’re very careful about sharing that so having it exposed like this is not what you like to do
”No dude…  Wait, don’t stop…  I’ve never heard something so…  Different.”
>hunh
>that’s usually not the average reaction to a first time harsh vocal audience
>you’re now intrigued with this p0ny
>you turn to face the unicorn and kneel to be at head level, she rears back just a little.  Probably not expecting that
>looks like a mare
”Hi, what’s your name?”
>that seems like what you should say right now
”I’m Vinyl.  Vinyl Scratch.  Or DJ, I go by DJ Pon-3 usually” she replies, getting more comfortable
>she’s seen you singing, better kill her!
>fuck you brain
>it’s just joking anyhow
”I’m Anon.  So Vinyl, were you following me?
”Well actually I wasn’t, I was coming back from the Everfree forest after getting some more of Zecora’s “Special” herbs and I hear something so I went over to check it out.” She replies, looking as sincere as a p0ny with sunglasses can seem
>plausible
>herbs?  Fucking pot heads everywhere here too
>whatever, as long as she doesn’t start pounding on your helmet going YEAH 420 420 SMOKE P0NYNIP ALL DAY ERRY DAY BLAZE IT FILLY it’s all good
”So you looked like you didn’t hate what you were listening to…”
”I’ve never heard anything like it, so I’d have to hear more to see if I enjoy it or not”
”I’ve got some battery powered speakers in my apartment, it’s just over there.  Do you have a few minutes?”
>she nods and tags along as you walk back to your old place
”Cool pad dude, it looks like you ripped it out of a building in Manehattan.  That’s hardcore.”
>manehattan?  Ahahaha oh wow.  Whoever named that city should be fired.  These name puns are so bad they’re almost good
>almost
>anyhow you turn on your wireless implants and connect with the speakers you used to use when you didn’t have the cash for the earjobs
>you play her a few songs from a few artists, amongst others are
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4Nveiu54mY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QqjA0KqwH70&feature=related
>she’s completely silent and has flawless concentration for every song
>respect = earned
>so many people would simply start talking or get distracted when you were showing them a new song, even if they thought it was awesome, you found that pretty irritating
>you tell her you do need to make your way back to P0nyville at some point
>she asks for another song
“If you help me carry some stuff, sure” you reply
”Anon…  Make it heavy.”
”Why would you want to carry the heavy stuff?”
>she gives you a shit eating grin and replies
“The song, not the stuff you want me to help you carry”
>ha.  You asked for it, p0ny.  You throw the volume to 11 and say “hang on to your hooves”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1UDw2WK8cI
>song ends
”Well Anon, there’s nothing like this in Equestria, let me tell you that.  What you called death metal, melodic and/or technical death is violent, brutal, and very heavy in many ways.  It’s hard to listen to.  It’s also complex and melodic, very technical, it evolves and changes, it’s very dichotomous and I don’t know if I like it, personally.  However it’s so rich with lead guitar melodies, riffs, bass support and technicality in the drums that I want to listen to more of it, but at the same time it’s almost exhausting to hear.  Then you had the more melodic metal, with the softer vocals, I found that quite moving.  Impressive singing, still highly technical but massive emphasis on melody really stopped it from being cold.  That last song…  That last song was just black.  I got a bit more than what I bargained for” she finishes with a laugh
>whelp that unicorn is probably one hell of a DJ with those ear for music
”How about we continue this on our way back to P0nyville?”
>you load her up with some bags and the two of you start walking and talking about various musical genres
>you see Vinyl working pretty hard to carry the bags you gave her
>an idea creeps into your mind.  Years of avarice and skimping out on money as well as trying to find ways to make an easy buck so you could buy that Merkel in 9.3x74R or a Sig Classic Green have made your greedy brain light up, whispering “opportunity for profit”
”So Vinyl, do you think some of these songs would be popular in Equestria?
”Ya know Anon, I’m not sure.  I think the softer songs would be a bit more popular but I’m sure there are plenty of ponies that want their socks blown off by that… Double bass drum, was it?  Yeah out of my bass cannon speakers, that would probably turn their horseshoes into projectiles, that would be way past sock-blowing” she replies, smirking
”Do you think any…  p0ny… would pay for it?”
”I think so, depending of what else you go in your music collection, I might be interested, like personally”
”Well, I got…  (you bring up your media library)  about…  Sixty thousand songs or so, from a bit less than a hundred genres.  Just throwing it out there, but I think you and I could be business partners.  If you’re ready to invest some currency to start things up, I’d be happy to give you many more samples and free albums.”
>her jaw drops
>more like unhinged, like a snake
>is that healthy?
>she just closes it as it nothing happened
”You are a weird-flank looking creature but you got yourself one hell of a deal.  How much do you need?”
>you don’t really know, it’s not like there’s an exchange rate booth for parallel world money
”I don’t really know, I’m really not from around here at all.  I don’t have any of your currency, I don’t know how much anything is worth around here, and I’m not sure of what kinda gear you ponies would need to set up a system for this distribution of albums”
I’ll talk to some friends of mine in the record labels, but you better go nowhere in the meantime.  You got yourself a deal.  Where can I find you when I got some numbers to show ya?”
”I’m usually around the P0nyville Library, I’m kinda freeloading on Twilight Sparkle right now.”
>your conversation carried you into P0nyville
”Got it dude.  I guess that’s where you want this stuff dropped off?” she asks
>you nod and make your way over there
>she departs
>you say hi to Spike and head for the main bathroom
>you close the door and open the window
>up till now, the suit has been keeping your body locked away from the outside environment
>let’s say you just had to scrub with soap a few times before you stopped smelling horrible
>you clean the underwear layer and scrub at the inside of the NBC layer of the suit
>okay, that’s a lot better
>you wipe it up with a towel and leave it to hang and dry, doing the same for yourself after
>clean underwear, cargo shorts, t-shirts, socks
>you may not be a fashion tuned pretty boy but you’re feeling like million bucks, all clean and fresh.  Feels good man
>You stick your Glock in an IWB and sling the Fort rifle
>you tell Spike goodbye and head to the hospital
>looks like the average hospital, bit less busy than on Earth, however
”Hey Anon, what’s up?” asks Rainbow Dash as you walk in
>the other ponies greet you as well
>Rarity comments on your outfit, asking if that’s what humans wear what we’re like, fashion wise
>Dash it still singed around the edges but she’s due to be released today, her minor burns and bruises from the landing are going to heal completely
>she is missing quite a bit of mane and tail, but Rarity seems to have given her a haircut
>shorter haired Dash is also FUCKING ADORABLE
>you ask about Celestia, Twilight says she’s already returned to Canterlot despite her injuries to prepare Equestria in case of more flying alien ships or hostile creatures.  She looks a little down
”I grew up with the Princess; she’s like a parent to me…  If I know her half as well as I think I do, she’ll work for Equestria regardless of how tired or injured she is…  I’m worried about her.  The doctors said she’d recover, I just can’t help but think that she’s pushing herself, those burns did look pretty painful”
>royalty doesn’t seem to get it all easy over here, shit’s pretty heavy
”I’m sure she’ll be fine Twilight, we can throw her a get-well party, I’m sure that will cheer her up” says Pinkie
>she lays a hoof on Twilight’s shoulder
”Thanks Pinkie, you always know ho-
CRASH
>the fucking window asplods as this pegasus flies right the fuck through it
>gray coat and blond mane, she recovers instantly and shoves a letter in Twilight’s surprised, open mouth
”Urgent news from Canterlot, Spilight Twarkle!” she exclaims happily
>her eyes wander around in completely different directions
”In Celestia’s bucking name, will you use a door next time?  I know it’s urgent but you’re gonna get somep0ny hurt!” yells Rainbow Dash, face-hoofing
”This sorta thing happens often?” you ask
”Well I was aiming for the door; I just don’t know what went wrong...  I’m sorry…” she replies, her face scrunching up
”You have no idea…” Dash says
>turning to the mare, she says
“Well can you go get the janitor or something?  And please, just walk when you’re in a hospital…”
”Okay Dash, sorry…” she says
>the pony looks down as she walks out of the room
>sideways, like a crab
>Twilight has been busy getting the letter out of her mouth, almost choking on it, then trying to open it without ripping the damp paper
”Girls, Anon, it’s from Celestia.  She says that there have been reports of ponies vanishing without a trace from a few small towns near Fillydelphia…  Some have found houses simply cleaned out, traces of a struggle, doors smashed in…  Celestia and Luna are calling a state of Emergency and deploying Royal guard regiments to protect the small villages and investigate…  Her orders are to stay calm and stay together…  She’s asking us to protect the Elements of Harmony and see to it that P0nyville isn’t put in danger”
>Dash is released from the hospital that evening with a few bandages and bald spots
>ponies living on the outskirts of town were called in, including that Zecora you’d heard about from Vinyl
>she appears to be more of a zebra than a pony
>you wonder if there are other animals like kudu and stuff walking around
>the Mayor Mare explained the situation.  They would have to move the population of P0nyville to the inner city.  Houses near the center of P0nyville would hold many families; the population would be concentrated in the core of the town where the royal guards could set up a more effective defense perimeter
>the townsfolk aren’t really happy but in these circumstances it’s not like they can do much, and pretty much everyp0ny agrees to the impromptu sleepover
>you don’t, however
>you don’t like where this is going
>you really don’t like the idea of those bugs coming into a really crowded house
>on one hand, it could be safer as it’s easier to defend
>on the other, one of those things could rip through a dozen little horses in a few seconds
>meals are served buffet style, it’s delicious but you’re not tasting it
>your mind is running two hundred miles an hour
>you grab your suit, fold it up close to the door next to some guns and ammo
>the royal guards have arrived, clad in fancy armor
>not much weaponry on them
>yep, this will all end in tears
>you get a cold, sick feeling in your stomach and a shiver down your spine
>everyone settles down to sleep, you’re still wide awake
>nop0ny has said much in the evening, they’ve just helped the others move and kept to themselves
>they’re all pretty stressed and nervous, they’re all kinda going on about their business like automatons
>you wait a few hours until they’re all asleep
>tiptoeing is even harder than before, with the usual 6 p0nies, Applejack’s little sister, grandmother, big brother, Rarity’s sister, Fluttershy’s pets (taking up half the damn library, holy shit Fluttershy), the Cakes and their little foals along with a few other ponies you didn’t get a chance to meet
>you grab your suit at the door along with a couple guns you’d set up next to it
>leaving the library, you use its shade from the moon to slip into the forest
>you put on your suit, clasping the helmet back on, connecting the seals, turning your gear on
>your hearing and sight are now well over the acuity of a cat’s
>it’s a little grainy but at least you see in the dark well enough to walk around
>you’ve got your Glock 20 loaded with the Gold Dots, the Fort rifle at ready and your 590A1 slung over
>you’d asked where “Fillydelphia” was earlier
>that’s where you’re headed
>you won’t get there before you have to come back, but your apartment is along the way and you did encounter one of those things in there so it’s not hard to imagine that there could be more along the way, coming from somewhere around in Fillydephia.  You wonder if the damaged ship perhaps crashed in that area after it escaped the Princess
>you have about eight hours before they wake up
>it’s going to be a long night