My Little Realities: C4 - Hungry Hungry Human

My Little Realities: C4 - Hungry Hungry Human

>wake up
>hunger seems to have gone away a little
>that’s probably not a good sign
>at least you have a bit of water, so you shouldn’t die
>you don’t feel too good though
>you had a really hard time getting up
>hunger pains give way to weakness
>you’re a little dizzy
”Anon’s log, the date is 04062028, time is 1129 hours (why not sleep in, it’s not like you have to actually report shit to a superior now), apart from last night’s little accidental run in with what appeared to be an equine-like species of what seems to be relatively high intelligence, I’m confident I can go forth with a first contact.”
>you walk out with your clipped on pack, containing a translator computer.  Hopefully, if these things have a working language, you’d be able to set this specialized computer and with enough reference material, as well as audio data, it could start translating their language in a week or two with a bit of common ground
>you would just have to try to not offend them or anything and continue with a first contact
>you may not be feeling very well, but damn you’re happy about this
>your very own first contact
>this is Star Trek shit right here
>lets make Jean Luc proud
>you walk towards the town
>you can make out the animals again, doesn’t seem like anything else is around
>a whole race of shut-ins?  Maybe you’ll feel right at home
>you move your Fort rifle from high ready to African carry, it’s a little less threatening
>you really hope you won’t need it.  Science may protect but a loaded rifle never hurt
>as you walk closer to the town you make out that the equine-like animals are brightly colored and appear to be doing complex tasks.  Perhaps they’re intelligent or just trained to service their leaders, if this society even works like that
>you try not to speculate too much
>you arrive to the first couple buildings in town
>one of them spots you
>it freezes
>you see it’s face turn to fear
>it runs away
>fucking hell
>you hope they don’t have some sort of religion or mythos where you look like their devil
>the town seems to empty quickly
>you hear window shutters close
>you have a bad feeling about this
>you stand in what you assume is the middle of town, waiting
>you sit on a bench
>it seems that most of the things here are shaped for humanoids
>doors are taller than how wide they are
>benches are properly shaped
>windows at your height
>you wait
>five minutes pass
>you hear something above
>what the fuck?
>you catch a glimpse of what seems to be a large flying creature
>it’s very fast
>lands in front of you
>you gotta be kidding me
>another equine-like creature, this time with wings
>you guess they can fly too, then
>okay.jpg
>the little horse-thing starts making those noises that the one you bumped into was making
>you grab your laptop and boot it up
>the flying horse seems to be taking a defensive posture, so you make no sudden movements
>it’s also got a rainbow colored mane, and a blue coat
>you thought you’d seen everything by now
>whatever
>maybe they give their animals or companions die jobs or something
>it stands on its back legs and punches the air in front of you, you assume that it’s trying to scare you away
>you just show the palms of your hands, you have no idea if they interpret this as the general “I mean you no harm” that it usually does
>to your relief, it seems to calm the rainbow one down
>she just looks at you, confused and puzzled
>her speech sounds less aggressive
>you wave at it
>it tilts its head to the side
>you wave again
>it waves back
>this thing is definitely intelligent
>computer is running, but it doesn’t have much to go on so it’s useless for now
>you type in that you’ll do a greeting
>you point at yourself and say
“Anon”
>the creature sounds a little puzzled again
>whatever its language and feels are like, the sure have a lot of similarities with your own.  Fascinating!
>you point at yourself again and repeat “Anon”
>the flying horse thing’s face lights up
>did it understand?
>it points at itself and speaks a little, looking proud
>here we go
>computer works hard…  And spits out jumbled letters and nothing legible
>it’ll need reference material, more speech and time
>great
>you sigh
>the rainbow one speaks some more then just takes off
>wait!
>it’s already gone
>little bugger is fast
>it seems like it doesn’t want to kill you, at least.  That’s good
>while you wait, you start taking more samples
>soil, grass, water, you sample everything
>bio-kit needs lots of samples to be accurate and tell you if taking your mask off will kill stuff here or will kill you
>you sit back on the bench
>still no sign of life, you look behind you
>suddenly a pink horse creature is right in front of you
>startles you half to death, your mouth catches up to your fright and spits out a couple of fucks
>pink one has a frizzy pink mane
>seems to be very excited and happy
>doesn't seem to be afraid of you at all
>seems to talk faster than the rest of them
>doesn't stop
>you examine the thing as it keeps on blabbering
>you hope the computer can keep up
>it seems to be working hard, that's for sure
>the pink one is absolutely fascinating
>seems to have limitless energy
>extremely expressive
>it's just a walking bucket of joy
>you extend your hand
>it looks at your hand
>it extends its hoof
>the pink creature settles down
>you slowly touch its hoof
>deceptively soft fur covers it
>the small horse-like thing pokes at you a few times
>it slowly resumes talking
"Anon's log, I seem to have encountered at least three native equines.  They are all small, about four feet tall, the head is large, very expressive features.  Appears to be highly intelligent.  No sight of any other intelligent life yet."
>the drive to keep up logging your thoughts is getting washed away with how wonderful this all is
>they all look like plush toys
>it strikes you, just how adorable they are
>they seem to be all very soft and gentle
>even the rainbow one that tried to be tough
>the pink creature zooms off, bouncing up and down instead of trotting or using a standard horse-like gait
>they're too small to be horses, they're more like ponies
>you assume they're something like equines but this could be a coincidence, they could have no relation to Earth's equines.  As far as you know, they could be descendants of lizards or something
>like hell, dinos were supposed to be covered in feathers and shit
>suddenly you hear trotting from behind you
>you see six of the four legged plush-toy horses approach
>you recognize the purple one with the horn, as it's the one you ran into last night
>the pink and the rainbow colored one
>you see the purple one display caution
>it probably hasn't forgotten you either
>you see another horned equine, white coat and purple mane, another winged pony thing, pink mane and soft yellow coat, last is an orange coated equine, no wings or horn, blond mane
>these could be three separate subsets of a species, but this evolutionary path is unlike anything you've ever seen
>you suspect that they might have been bred specifically for certain features
>they are all defined by a mark on their flank, some sort of tattoo
>the purple one you bumped into last night starts talking to you, some of the other pony creatures comment
>they look weary of you, but they don’t look like they’re trying to threaten you
>you hear some inquisitive-sounding “sounds”
>you’re not really a linguist but it kinda looks like they’re asking you what you are and why you’re here
>computer seems to pick up on a few words, but nothing that even makes sense
>you try pointing at yourself and saying "anon" again
>the rainbow one perks up and speaks to the purple one
>seems to recognize or at least understand that you’re trying to introduce yourself, or something
>you then start drawing a scalene triangle on the ground
>over the short side, you make a dot.  Over the second shortest side, you make two dots.  Over the hypotenuse, you make three dots
>they should recognize this as a sign of intelligence, if another species is capable of basic trigonometry; it means they aren’t wild beasts.  Probably
>they look at you, somewhat confused but the purple horned one (unicorn?  Nawww that’s crazy) seems to become excited when it sees what you drew
>they have a short conversation
>the purple one seems to be a bit of a leader, it speaks to the group
>then it vanishes in a flash of sparkles
>okay this you didn't expect
>what in all that is fuck are these things?
>science advanced enough to look like magic?
>you run up to where she was standing
>you startled the rest in the process but you stopped giving a fuck about the other ponies when the purple one had Scotty beam it up
>you wonder why the village looks so rustic while they seem to possess this level of technology
>could it be magic?
>not the time to speculate!
>you grab more samples of the dirt it was on when it vanished
>there's another flash of sparkles
>holy shit it's back with a book
>you almost lose your shit
>these things could be the top of the food chain
>maybe this entire planet is populated by pastel colored ponies
>you hold your head
>maybe you're seeing things
>you haven't eaten in a long time and that little ration stick was barely a mouthful
>you drink some more water from your suit's emergency hydration bladder
>this is fucked
>they form a little circle around the book
>and suddenly the purple one rushes to you
>its horn glows
>and it fires a bolt of lightning or energy at you
>you're probably going to die
"PURPLE BLUBERRY FUUUUU-
>you don't even have time to blink, everything goes white
>your vision returns
>no pain?
>you pat yourself down
>you find yourself saying
"Oh good, I'm alive"
>the creatures rear back in surprise
>the purple one exclaims happily
"It worked!"
>holy shit it's talking
"How did you...  You creatures talk?  Why am I understanding...  Can you understand what I'm saying?" you manage to stutter out
>you're usually unfazed by everything, but there's only so much you can take before you start braining into derp
"Well of course, it's a translation spell, I'm glad it worked!  First time I try it too." the purple one proudly exclaims
"What are you?  Spells?  I think I need to sit down..."
>you do really need to sit down, the low blood sugar is really messing with you
"We're ponies, actually.  I'm Twilight Sparkle, and these are my friends.  Sorry about last night, but you really scared me!"
>talking ponies that can fly and cast spells
>you must be delirious
>maybe this whole thing is your hunger making you see things
>maybe this world is showered by radiation and you're hallucinating while your brain cells fry
>they introduce themselves
>their names are all...  You don't even...  If you're not completely insane and this is actually happening, maybe the spell or whatever she did isn't working...
>Applejack, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie tell you all how nice it is to meet “you”, whatever that is
>they all seem to be female
>they ask you what you are
>fair enough, let's play along
"I'm a Homo Sapien Sapien, usually referred to a Human.  I'm from the planet Earth of the home wave function # 32551138, and I come in peace.  My name is Anon"
>you see the one aptly named Rainbow Dash turn to Twilight and say "See, I told you he was called Anon and that he doesn't want to eat you"
>whole lot of good that translator computer did you
>you think about how the computer is probably useless now, but you choose to leave it running.  It won't hurt to have a working translator in any case
>you think about making another entry in your log but fuck it, if you can speak to them and if they can speak do you, you have it all recorded so that should be good enough
>that log shit is tedious too, especially if you’re recording video and audio
>goddamn it, you’ll have to edit all that shit later to cut out the boring bits.  Thankfully storage space isn’t much of an issue with the new 4D stack qubit SSDs…
>Twilight speaks up
"Anon, why have you come here?"
>you think about the question carefully
>you're a fugitive, somewhat of a criminal
>first and foremost however
>you're now an explorer and a scientist
"I come here to explore.  I'm a bit of a scientist and I've always dreamed of seeing a place that has never been seen before by my kind"
>the answer seems to satisfy them, you’re surprised that you feel a little bad about lying to them
"How exciting!  An explorer and scientist...    Anon, how about we give you a tour of the town?" she proposes
"Whell it was maighty nice tah meet ya Anon, but ah'm afraid ah gotta git back ta mah apple orchard, nao that we ain’t got no mare-eating giant bug creature runnin’ around" says Applejack
>mare-eating giant bug?  ‘the fuck is that pony smoking?
>maybe it’s an inside joke
>you don't know if it's the translator “spell” or what but she sounds really like she has a southern USA accent
>that's cool
>pinkie pie chimes in, saying she should really back to "sugarcube corner" and saying something about "see you at the party", Rarity excused herself graciously, saying she needed to tend to her boutique, Rainbow dash flies off, mentioning something about "weather duty"  and Fluttershy... That long haired pony didn't seem to be able to say much.
>Twilight proposed that we first go to her house, the library and Fluttershy mumbled something that was barely audible
"Fluttershy, was it?  Did you want to say anything?"
>this pony seemed to be the epitome of adorable
>they’re all cute but she’s moe
>you contain your desire to pet her
"Ummm..  I was wondering...  If you don't mind... My cottage is over there, if you wanted to see it, that would be fine with me..."
>you manage to say "Sounds great" over how cute she is
>your voice is strangled due to the adorable and it warrants you an odd room from Twilight
>the three of you go towards Twilight's library
>you think about how cute they all are
>you give little fuck about how that reflects on you as a person
>just like the rest of the things you like, actually.  You stopped judging yourself according to what you liked a long time ago
>or else you might have felt bad about fapping to monstergirls
>dem lamias
>anyhow
>you're curious, you seem to be walking towards the tree where you bumped into Twilight last night
"So Twilight, where's this library you spoke of?"
>she looks at you incredulously and says
"You're looking at it, Anon"
>it's a goddamn tree
>with doors and windows
>whatever
"Oh, right, you said you lived here right?  I guess it makes sense that I bumped into you back there"
>she chuckles
"You call that bumping?  You nearly knocked me clean out! What are you made of, anyhow?  Felt like a brick wall at the time"
>you suddenly feel really bad
>you'd forgotten how well this suit protects you from impacts
"Twilight, I'm so sorry, I really didn't see you there..."
>she seems to be surprised by your remorse
>hell, you are too
"It's okay; it was an accident, no real harm done...  Come to think of it, half of Ponyville practically ran into me a couple times across the years, I'm getting used to it"
>Ponyville?  These fucking names man
"If you're not injured...  Still I am sorry.  To answer your question, this suit is lined with high impact plastic; I'm made of flesh and bone…  Mostly"
>she looks surprised
"You're not a...  That's not a...?"
"What do you mean, what are you saying?" you say, quite confused
>she looks a little embarrassed and says
"I thought you were some sort of large, intelligent insect with an exoskeletal structure..."
>oh
>that somewhat explains her reaction last night, and why Rainbow Dash said "it doesn't want to eat you" and that definitely clears up that cow-pony’s comment
>you laugh pretty loudly, saying
"I guess that's logical, I can see why I scared you last night.  I never even looked at myself that way, I can’t unsee it now..."
>she blushes?
>a blushing pony?  how is that even...
>it's almost like the fur over her cheeks changes colors
>whatever
>your faze meter was already busted when she teleported, not much anyone can do now that could possibly rustle your jimmies
>you’ll have to ask her about that some more
>Fluttershy, who's been quiet until now, appears to work up the courage for a question
"Anon, what are you like, under the suit-thing, if you don't mind my asking"
"Well my species has soft skin, usually hairless for the most part; we have hair on our head though.  We're a bit like monkeys, if you know what those are...  Just taller and with larger skulls and more defined faces.  We're omnivores, we live about 90 years..."
>you wonder what else you could tell them
>that probably covered the basics
>you scratch your head, rolling your eyes when you remember the gesture is futile
"I see, thank you Anon..."
>Twilight tells us to make ourselves comfortable as she opens the door; she walks off into another room
>the tree has been carved up on the inside, with rooms and lots of shelves for books
>this tree is massive
>it's practically bigger inside than out
>whatever
>you sit down on the couch, exhausted, getting pretty dazed from low blood sugar
>Fluttershy asks if you're okay
>you reply that you're very, very hungry
"Oh my...  Um we'll get you something to eat, that's no probl-
"Fluttershy, I can't eat, I can't take this mask off.  I was born on another world, if I take this mask off, there's a high chance I'll die of illness or transmit something that’s benign to me but possibly deadly to you.  I have no idea what kind of viruses or bacteria are on your world... "
>her expression goes from confused to horror
"Oh anon, that's awful! Is there anything we can do?"
"Not much I'm afraid, I just need to gather samples of water, soil and whatever else I can find and return them to my bio-kit, a device that should tell me if it's safe to take my mask off"
"Oh dear...  We could help you with that, I'm sure"
"I'd be quite thankful...  If I don't move around too much I think I should stay alive for another week or two, I think I've got enough pure water for that at least...  Hopefully it won’t come to that”
>dying of hunger really sucks, btw
>Fluttershy looks around nervously as Twilight walks back.
>with a green lizard
>it talks
>turns out he's a baby dragon called Spike
>sounds like a pretty cool bro
>Twilight notices that Fluttershy is looking a lot more uneasy than usual
>you both inform her of the situation
>she looks pretty devastated and says
"Maybe we should call off the tour until we can figure this whole thing out..."
>you reply that it's best if you can actually gather some samples from around town
>you get up and take a step towards the door before getting a mad headrush
>oh shi-
>you pretty much pass out on your feet and fall forwards
>aw fuck
>there goes Twilight's flowerpot
>and the table it was sitting on
>maybe walking around isn't a great idea right now
>the two pastel mares rush to your side
"Anon, are you okay?" says Twilight
"Oh dear oh dear oh dear oh dear" exclaims Fluttershy
>you try to calm them down and excuse yourself for the mess
>thankfully they can’t see you blush through your helmet, that was pretty embarrassing
>they help you back to the couch, they don’t seem to care about the table or flowerpot
>you explain to them how to take samples and what to sample
>you remember that you should keep drinking water even if you don’t feel thirsty or hungry
>you drain your emergency bladder
>so much for that, but it can be replenished safely with the proper procedure
>damn, these ponies really are nice, they seem to actually care for you, an alien stranger
>you thank them probably more than they are comfortable with, but you mean it
>they leave you with spike
>he's a little cautious but curious
>however you're not doing a good job staying awake
>he asks about something but you pass out
>you wake up to him knocking on your face plate
"You sure you're okay man?"
"Sorry Spike, I'm feeling quite weak, I haven’t eaten in a while...  I'm afraid to say I think I should sleep a little, if you don't mind"
>he's cool with it
>you pass right the fuck out on the couch