My Little Realities: C18 - Full Metal Hugger

My Little Realities: C18 - Full Metal Hugger

>before you was a small hill that wasn't there before
>this was no hill, however
>it was like a mountain on six legs
>very low from the ground, like an apartment building sized turtle
>you aren't really angry at the scout team, from above this looked like terrain
>because it kinda WAS the terrain
>the beast was grown with the soil, using it as both armor and substance to house whatever organs it had
>you look for spots to aim at, you can't seem to spot a head or eyes
>when the Roots make a tank, they don’t fuck around
>that thing would really bother with cutting you up or eating you all
>no, it would probably walk over and crush the lot of you
>you fire from the internal mag of your 450 into one of its joints
"ANY FLAME UNITS AVAILABLE, WE NEED SOME FIRE OVER HERE" you yell out
>the unicorns not busy with roasting roots or loading up punt guns galloped to the front line
"FIRE EVERYTHING"
>the flammens were werfed with great enthusiasm
>the Root-mountain keeps advancing, but it slows as the fire begins to engulf its front
>you throw more 500 grain solids in the rigby, sending the elephant-killing bullets into the same knee
>you feel victorious as the knee buckles and falters
>the Root-mountain is still mobile
>you see a pegasus close by, whipping explosives at Roots like there's no tomorrow
"CALL IN HALF THE AIR SUPPORT, THEY NEED TO TARGET THAT BEAST'S LEGS FROM NEAR GROUND LEVEL"
>he takes off
>you just keep pumping round after round into the mountain's knee
>recoil is absorbed well in your armored shoulder, but you hope you're not going to detach your right retina
>you notice that Twilight has caught onto the plan when a boulder the size of a car unearths itself
"TOM SENT ME MAIL, HE SAID YOU FORGOT THIS" she yells as the boulder is flung at an impossible speed
>who the fuck is Tom?
>you forget this line of questioning as you see the rock smashing into the knee on the other side of the Root-mountain
>you clearly see the massive rock zing off at a weird angle and the knee cave in, folding inwards, sending the foot of the leg upward at an unnatural angle
>the beast nosedives
>mobility kill
>you smile, thinking you’d simply walk around the fatass
>but then the Root-mountain was all "this isn't even my final form"
>the dirt armor rumbles and from the midsection, four huge as fuck crab-like pincers plow through
>two of the pincers hammer down, pushing itself back on its feet
>the two other pincers swing at ground level, making the line of unicorn flame throwing p0nies vanish, only leaving red rain behind
>NOT COOL
>fron the center of the dirt armor comes a large, lamella-like plate covered head
>the pegasus air support swoop in, hovering a few feet overhead
"flame units, covering fire on the perimeter, punt guns fire at that huger motherfucker's face.  Pegasi, land your flash-bombs on the joints"
>you start taking pot shots with your 450 rigby bolt action at any vulnerable-looking spot
>eyeballs, joints, antennas
>maybe if you poke both its eyes out it will explode like the motherfucker in SD3
>you forget this as it doesn’t seem to have two eyes
>you still fire at whatever looks like eyeballs
>the front line erupts with fire from the oversized shotguns, and the mountain staggers back
>the punt gunners are out of pincer range, and the bombing fire from the close air support is beginning to have an effect
>okay, fuck a Carl Gutsav, if you live, you're going to have them make shaped charges
>shaped charge?
>you would smack yourself for not thinking about it sooner, but you're busy shooting some roots with a rather large rifle right now
>shaped charges could be made with goddamn wine bottles or martini glasses for fuck’s sake
>20/20 hindsight is a bitch
>the flame units' fire is keeping most at bay, but a few intrepid roots sprint through and take a unicorn or two out before succumbing to the sticky inferno
>Pinkie pie is busy firing a cannon into the fray
>when did she get a cannon?
>WHY THE FUCK IS IT FIRING CONFETTI
>Applejack is watching the backs of a few uniforns close by, bucking with all her might
>the air support is halved, so more of the bug-Roots are attacking, but the mountain thing is having a pretty hard time
>you are happy the p0nies are trying to help but they way they explained the Elements of Harmony, it looks like they need all six of them for it to work
"Rainbow, can you get Applejack and Pinkie back here, we need them safe"
"ON IT!" she replies, understanding your point
>your brain is still on the "shape charge" track
>you are missing some vital components
>maybe an EFP?
>if only you had a plate-shaped metallic object
>you've heard of cymbals being used
>your mouth seems to move on its own
>you can’t even imagine what pushes your brain to think this
"Pinks, you got any cymbals?"
"Well duh! I have a couple actually; I got this one and that one, and this crash"
>she's pulling out cymbals from nowhere
"all of them" you say
>you brain isn't giving a shit any more
>you grab the cymbals
>you jump up and snatch one of the saddle bags off a low flying pegasus on an attack sprint
"I'm borrowing your cannon" you say to Pinkie
>you walk towards the front line of shotgunners, dumping the saddle's explosive content into the cannon
>you stick the thing pointing upwards in a crater, topping it off with a stack of cymbals
"regroup on the perimeter, resume fire on the bug-Roots!  Back off from the Mountain-Root" you say as you walk back towards the center of your force
>you then yell at the pegasi
"all air support return to high altitude support for the perimeter"
>a great big stallion is cantering backwards, keeping his guns pointed at the Root mountain
“SIR, THAT THING IS COMING TOWARDS US” he hollers over the raging battle, reluctant to lose ground
“Let it” you reply
>you turn to Twilight
>she’s panting, looking dazed
>okay, maybe not Twilight
>you turn to Rarity
“Rarity, do you think you can detonate Pinkie’s cannon from here?  Like magic some sparks in there or something?”
>her eyes narrow
“I’ll tell you when”
>she nods
>wait for it
>waaaait for it
>yeah, we know you’re a lumbering goddamn mountain, but hurry up for fu-
“NOW NOW NOW RARITY”
>Pinkie Pie’s cannon was pointing right up the chin of the Root tank
KA-BANG
>at the instant of detonation, you see green sparks flash upwards
>the debris, smoke and dust from the explosion engulfed the target area
>you’re pretty sure it worked, since copper burns with a green color
>copper has to be moving pretty fucking fast to light up like that
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM
>you feel like the ground itself moved down a good six inches
>you wonder if that knocked shit off shelves in Canterlot
>EFP MOTHERFUCKER
>pinkie’s cannon concentrated the explosion, forcing the cymbals into a copper dildo moving at a dozen times the speed of sound
>you would be happy that it worked, but you’re just feeling like shit that you didn’t think of this earlier
>the Root Tank mountain doesn’t seem to be moving
“Uuuh Anon, where did my cannon go?” Asks Pinkie, already poking around the Tank’s perforated head
>what the shit Pinkie, get back within the perimeter
“Pinkie, I’ll buy you a new cannon, your old one is in many tiny bits right nowcouldyougetbackherepinkiepleasehurryuptherearerootseverywhere” you hiss at her
>she will be the death of you
>the entrance is right in front of you as you all pass the dead Tank
>more like Howl’s moving fucking Castle
>of course, the cave tunnel has to be almost overflowing with the bastards
>but this
>this is a bottleneck
>this is a spot where you can have a good old kill corridor
“FLAMERS AT THE BACK, PUNTERS UP FRONT, AIR SUPPORT…  CONSERVE MUNITIONS…”
>your forces have diminished in numbers, but not greatly
>all things considered, you’ve lost a handful of pegasi and maybe fifteen of the ground p0nies
>they’re all getting pretty ragged
>you’re also worried about ammunition
>not to mention you still think the Elements of Harmony could potentially not rise to everyone’s expectations
>at that point you’d pretty much all die
>you notice how there are no wounded
>maybe some cuts and bruises
>but the roots
>the roots really don’t play around
>if they get close to you, you’re not getting away in less than three or four chunks
>you are all making good ground now
>the punt gun fire is ravaging down the tunnel
>you’re just grabbing whatever gun is closest and dumping it at movement
>you are taller and get a good line of sight
>Rarity seems to be using her magic to load full magazines into empty guns
>Twilight is still recovering from her magical exertion
>you pretty much saw her look at a Root and it imploded
>note to self, do not piss Twilight off
>you’re trying to beat Rarity at a game of “can I unload faster than you can mag-change”
>you’ve already emptied most of your Fort mags that were on your LBV over your armor, you do want to save the last few just in case
>you’re moving from p0ny to p0ny, grabbing gun off their backs, giving Roots a really bad day, setting it back down and repeating
>Rarity is getting confused, trying to keep up
>HA!  You’re winning!
>wait, this shouldn’t be a competition
>you make it to the end of the cave tunnel, looking down into the huge cavern
>this is it
“Girls, let’s get in formation!” says Twilight, looking a little better
>holy shit they’re doing a team pose
>what in all the purple fuck
>a large dome of dull pink power radiates from the six p0nies, enveloping you and everyp0ny in the vicinity
>it seems to be blocking the way, the Roots are unable to go through
>it’s also lifting you off the ground
>the six p0nies are hovering, eyes glowing white
>everything goes white
>white and silent