/V/irgin In Equestria - Chapter 2

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>Of all the things to wake you up, it had to be a rooster. You groan and let out a yawn.
>You get your phone from your pocket and check the time: 10:03pm. Next clue in the hunt for your location, you're in a different time zone.
>As your eyes try to focus, you see you're still in the midget's house. You had hoped everything that had happened so far was just a dream. No luck.
>You put your shoes and glasses back on and push the chest of draws away from the door
>You really could do with a leak.
>You check the other rooms and find the bathroom, only to be confronted with the most unusual sight. There isn't a regular toilet here but instead what looks like a cross between a large urinal and one of these holes in the floor the Japanese pride themselves in sticking hidden cameras in.
>Eh, you've pissed in weirder places.
>After taking care of business and cleaning yourself up, you go back to the bedroom and grab your bag. You take out a chewable toothbrush and begin munching on it. Curiosity urges you to go through the bedroom's contents for anything valuable but you decide against it: you may be a lot of things but you're not a thief. All right yes, you did eat from the fridge but that's different.
>On your way out of the house, you stop by the kitchen and take an apple from the fridge.
>You hear the rooster crowing again.
>Curiosity getting the better of you, you decide to look out the back.
>It looks like a petting zoo out here: ducks, chickens, all manner of fuzzy animals are scampering about inside little compounds separated by chain-link fence.
>You remember back to when you were at junior school. You went to a petting zoo once on a trip and got bitten by a rabbit when you were trying to feed it.
>You've had an intense loathing for rabbits ever since.

>Oh well, time to move on.
>You go back inside and look around the house one last time. To be fair, it does look fairly decent during the day. You imagine a picture of the place inside a box of chocolates.
>You walk out the front door backwards so you get a good look at the exterior. Thatch roofing, how quaint. You feel slightly sorry for destroying the door, as well as upturning the house but... well you had a Hydra of all things chasing after you.
>You look over at your handiwork from last night, now with ravens pecking at it. You still can't believe what you, let alone how you did it. Maybe your true calling in life was to hunt big game in Africa, not to beta-test mods and make walkthrough tutorials for old games on YouTube.
>You're about to make tracks when you hear worried conversation from behind the Hydra's body in some language you can't understand, let alone recognise. Sounds like the owner of the house must be back and wondering what the Hell this thing is doing on their property.
>You'd better make with the apologising, your brain says. Hopefully you might get away without being charged for destruction of private property, not to mention theft.
Good idea.
>You try to make yourself look more presentable, though the stained combat trousers and creased grey t-shirt work against your efforts.
“Hello? Who's there?” You call out after tidying your hair slightly.

>The talking stops. You hear footsteps. You didn't know what to expect. A middle-aged businessman here on his summer vacation? Some guy with dreads and rose tinted glasses?
>Around the corpse comes what looks like a small yellow horse... with wings. No, you didn't imagine that. This tiny horse has wings. Not only that, its... what do you call it... mane, that's it. Its mane is pink. Yeah, you definitely weren't expecting that.
>You and the horse stare at each other for a few seconds.
“Hey there...” You begin but before you finish, the horse runs back around the Hydra's body.
>You chase after it, only to be confronted by another crazy sight: five more pastel coloured mini-horses. The yellow one is cowering behind another that's orange.
>They all slowly creep up towards you. Their big bright eyes are focused on yours truly and it's a good thing you can read their expressions because boy, they don't look happy to see you.
>You spit the toothbrush out, making them stop, and eye them up.
>Two of them, the yellow one and another that's pale blue, have wings. Another two, the purple and white ones, have a single straight horn growing out of their foreheads. The last two, pink and orange, have neither of those features though the orange one is wearing a hat. If that wasn't strange enough, all of them have their manes in different styles, as if they went to a hairdressers to get them done. All of them have some kind of marking on their hind legs though you can't make out the details from this angle.
>Even though you're outnumbered, they don't look all that threatening. You killed a Hydra, what are these things going to do?
>You come up with a plan.
>RUN AWAY!

>Before you manage to take ten steps, the blue one has manoeuvred itself in front of you, hovering off the ground. Bloody hell, you didn't even see it move. Doesn't matter as you easily slide underneath and avoid the block.
>Another few steps and suddenly you topple to the ground. Rolling over, you see your legs have been tied up. The orange one is holding a rope in its teeth, dragging you towards the group. Whatever, you cut the lasso with your knife and get back on your feet.
>This is getting aggravating. You didn't narrowly avoid death last night only to get treated like this. You take off the backpack and brandish the knife, swinging wildly a couple of times.
“Come on! You want some of this?” You yell, hoping it will frighten them off.
>It doesn't. You notice the the purple one step forward. Its horn begins glowing and you feel a slight tug on your weapon.
>The strength of the pull increases and soon it feels like you're trying to hold onto the back end of a truck. The white one's horn begins glowing too and soon the knife slips out of your grasp, flying off somewhere out of reach. You trip and fall over onto your back
>As you look up, you see the yellow one trot over to you
>You're glad your photo-reactive lenses have darkened. You've been bested by a group of small horses. It's pushing you to the verge of tearing up.
>Once the yellow one is standing right above you, it closes its eyes for a second and then opens them, giving you the sternest stare you've ever seen.
Brain, what's it doing?
>Beats me dude.
>You look straight into the mini-horse's eyes then look over at the rest. They seem confident that the fight is over. You then look back at the yellow one.
“OOGA BOOGIDY BOO!” You shout at it. It shrieks in fright and runs back to the others, cowering behind them.
>Wow, am I really that frightening? You think to yourself.
>Not to the others it seems as the purple one's horn begins glowing again and a prickling sensation comes all over you. In an instant, you're lifted off the ground. You try to move but your arms are firmly pinned at your sides. The rope that the orange one tried to wrassle you with earlier starts floating too and begins to wind itself around your body. As soon as the rope is finished being tied, you drop back to the ground with a thud.
>YOU LOSE.

>You've had some time to think. Being held against your will has helped somewhat.
>You feel that horse isn't the right name to call these beings. They're misshapen compared to what you know of equines and their physiology. Their rounded heads and flattened faces are their most noticeable features. P0ny makes a reasonable substitute, their short size making the biggest contribution, though it still isn't perfect.
>You also decide to call the ones with the horns unicorns and the ones with wings pegasi. Their appearance certainly fits the mythological perspective. As for the others, you haven't come up with a good name yet. Baseline p0ny doesn't sit right.
>You've also come to the realisation that they were the ones talking behind the Hydra's body earlier. They also seem to have their own distinct personalities. They're definitely all female though, little clues like the eye-shadow the white unicorn wears and the p0nytails the orange one sports under the hat back up that hypothesis. Not to mention the blindingly obvious fact of their plumbing which you had a stealthy glance at.
>While tied up, they took you and your bag to some sort of farm, complete with a barn straight out of a storybook. Taking a wagon, they loaded you onto the back and began pulling it. The two unicorns sat in the cart with you while the pegasi flew overhead.
>The cart was travelling on a rough dirt road. They bypassed going through a nearby small town. You could guess why: you noticed other p0nies milling around the area. A couple even caught sight of you tied up in the wagon and ran off in fright.
>A world full of p0nies. That fact couple with the shift in time and the different Moon reinforces a unpleasant theory you've had growing in your mind: you're not on Earth any more, at least not on an Earth you're familiar with.

>Time goes by.
>You've got an inkling of where they're taking you.
>This road is leading straight to a mountain.
>But that's not the fascinating thing.
>What is is the city built into its side.
>You try to imagine the time and resources it must of taken to build it, without hands to do so too.
>The architects certainly had style: The waterfall looks majestic to say the least as it tumbles over the side of the mountain and the golden spires reflect the sunlight like mirrors.
“Impressive, most impressive.” You say in your best James Earl Jones impression.
>After a few minutes, you start whistling, it's all you can do to stave off the boredom.
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>By the time you've repeated the tune three times, the pink p0ny pulling the cart joins in. Quick learner. The orange p0ny says something to her partner, her tone scolding, even you can discern that. The pink one ignores her words and continues carrying the tune. As she whistles, you supplement the drum line by tapping your feet.
>You notice the purple unicorn across from you unconsciously tapping her feet... hooves along to the tempo as well. You nod, inferring that she should continue. Once she takes over, you provide the backup bass tune.
“Yeah, we got ourselves a band!”
>The improvised music continues. As you provide more songs to try out, the other p0nies begin to warm up to you. The ice finally breaks once you get to one of your favourite 16-bit jingles.
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>As the cart approaches the outskirts of the city, the purple p0ny's horn lights up and you feel the rope loosen. She says something, though you're fairly certain she's asking you not to try anything funny after showing you this small bit of mercy.

>As the wagon rolls through the city, all manner of p0nies stop to stare at you. You hear whispering and a small crowd begins to follow, curious about your arrival in the metropolis.
>You do your best to ignore the gawking faces but a white unicorn wearing what looks like a collar from a shirt and a cravat on the road catches your eye. It has the Orion constellation on its flanks. Does it have some sort of special significance to these p0nies?
>Suddenly, something strikes you on the back of your head.
>You swivel and see a gang of smaller p0nies, probably children. One of them is a unicorn, its horn glowing slightly.
>Two and two is quickly put together.
>You leap from the wagon and march towards the guilty party. You are going to put the fear of God into this kid... foal. If there's one thing you can't stand, it's unruly children. Its friends scatter, leaving it all alone.
>You tower over the foal. It's clearly frightened. You grab it by its mane and bring it to your face. It winces, expecting the worst.
>The p0nies travelling with you begin shouting at you. You can tell they're begging you not to hurt the foal. The distraction allows you see the crowd, their faces aghast.
>The purple unicorn's horn is beginning to glow.
>The red mist subsides.
>Taking a deep breath, you gently place the foal back on the ground. It looks up at you, quivering.
>You take your glasses off and squat down so you're more or less at eye-level with it. You raise a hand and point a finger.
“No. Bad.”
>The foal seems to have gotten the message. It gallops to the safety of the crowd.
>You put your glasses back on and stand back up. You get back onto the cart and sit in your spot as if nothing had happened. The rest of the p0nies join you a minute later after speaking to the crowd.

>It's late in the afternoon and you're finally at your destination. The p0nies have taken you to the largest structure in the city, some sort of citadel. The crowd that had been following you was halted at a gate leading to a drawbridge by a number of white pegasi wearing armour, guards most likely.
“Welcome to Hyrule Castle.” You say to yourself.
>The wagon comes to a halt at the steps to the entrance of the building. The purple unicorn motions at you to get off. You take your bag as you do. You follow the p0nies inside the structure.
>It's dark in here, couldn't they afford some lighting? Oh wait... your glasses are still tinted from the sunlight. Better give it a few seconds.
>And... wow...
>You thought the city looked good coming in? That gave no suggestion how magnificent the interior of this structure was. Paintings line the walls and expertly crafted statues are placed at regular intervals. Violet bannerols hang from the high ceiling, supported by thick marble columns. Stained glass windows let filtered light pour in, casting images onto the chequered tile floor.
>You wish you had your proper camera right now, the one on your phone couldn't even convey one percent of the immensity of this place.

>After walking down a number of corridors and going through some other large rooms, you're led to a pair of tall double doors. Wait, is that gold? Looks like it but... does that mean? No, of course not. There's no way those doors are made of solid gold; they have to be plated.
>Two dark grey unicorns in armour are standing at attention on either side of the door. The purple one says something to them. They nod and their horns begin to flare.
>The door shimmers and slowly begins to open. Talk about dramatic.
>The p0nies step inside. As you follow, you give the one of the door's a subtle knock. If it's plated, it must be plated pretty thick.
>Not paying attention, you don't notice the group of p0nies have stopped and you walk into the rear of the orange one, knocking her headpiece off. She glares at you before putting the hat back on.
>You look straight ahead and see what all of them are focused on.
>There is a scarlet carpet leading to an elevated golden throne flanked by two more unicorn guards. There's a large p0ny sitting on it and it's wearing a crown.
>They've taken you to see their leader.
>The golden doors slam shut behind you.

>The p0ny on the throne gets up and walks down from its position of power. As it does, the ones with you bend their forelegs and lower their faces.
>It takes a second for you to process what's happening.
>...
>Oh shit!
>You whip off your backpack and drop to your knees, not daring to raise your head.
>The big p0ny says something and the others stand up. You stay on your knees however; you have no idea how to handle meeting royalty.
>The purple unicorn begins talking wildly to her ruler. You wonder what she's saying, then a sickly realisation hits you in the stomach: what if the purple unicorn is the big p0ny's kid? Oh God, you threatened it with a knife earlier. Yeah, that has to be it. She's telling on you right now. You're going to be hung, drawn and quartered and your head is going to be impaled on a pike, displayed so all can see what happens when you mess with the royal family.
>The unicorn stops talking and steps aside, as do the other five. The big p0ny walks towards you. It circles a number of times, getting a good look at you from all angles. As it does, you notice that the p0ny has both wings and a horn like the pegasi and unicorns do. What does that make it: a pegacorn? A unisus? God damn it, why are you thinking up names? You need to get out of here, you're going to die!

>The winged unicorn stops in front of you and looks down from on high.
>All of a sudden, you feel like the foal you had intimidated earlier.
>Its horn begins to shine.
>Oh hell... forget the hung, drawn and quartered method; they're just going to vaporize you right here and now in the throne room!
>The horn gets too intense to even look at.
>God, this is it. You're going to die. This wasn't how you pictured you were going to die at all. Getting eaten by the Hydra would have been preferable to this.
>You shut your eyes and tense up, waiting for the killing blow.
>Something gives you a small tap to the top of your head.
>You look up and look straight into the eyes of the winged unicorn. You don't know why but a great feeling of ease washes over you, making you relax.
>Before you black out, one last thought goes through your mind.
...I should have cancelled my Diablo 3 pre-order...

>As you slowly return to consciousness, you hear muffled voices, all of them speaking English.
>I must be at a hospital, you think. Yeah, your apartment got struck by lightning while you were on the computer and you must have gotten knocked out by the blast. Then an ambulance came and rushed you to A&E. Hypoxia, that explains the talking p0nies. I mean honestly, a whole civilization made up of sentient sapient equines? It's ridiculous.
>You open your eyes.
>Standing above you are the six p0nies that found you and their luminous leader, all of them intently looking at you.
>You stifle the need to curse as loudly as you can.
>Groaning, you sit up. Your head feels like a banana after its been dropped too many times.
>“Do you think it worked?”
>...
>Brain, rewind and replay.
>You look over in the direction of the voice.
>The purple unicorn stares back at you.
>“I believe it did.” The winged unicorn replies.
>NOPE.jpg
>You scramble away on your back, pushing past the two p0nies that were standing behind you.
>Panicking, you look around for an exit but the only way out you can discern is through the door you entered which remains firmly shut.
>“Hey! Calm down!” This comes from the orange p0ny. It sounded like it had an accent though in your state, you couldn't tell from where.
>Breathing heavily, you look at them.
“What's going on? What did you do to me? Why can I understand what you're all saying?”
>You feel dizzy.
“I don't... I don't...”
>“He's gonna fall! Catch him!”
>You feel yourself tumble but you float down rather than hit the floor with a crash.
>You black out for a second time.