My Little Realities: C10 - Grab SKS and Go Innawoods

My Little Realities: C10 - Grab SKS and Go Innawoods

>you carefully walk through the woods
>the moonlight is almost completely hidden by the thick brush overhead
>the wind in the trees is quite loud, but you're able to make out some other sounds
>you walk towards that
>it's a little difficult, it's hard to see, even with your augmented vision and the helmet cameras supplementing that as well
>however you don't have to worry about thorns or branches scratching you
>you still try to make as little noise as possible
>you end up making a bit of a racket anyway
>finding a clearer path, you start making good ground
>hours pass, not a peep is heard or seen, apart from a few little rodents and stuff
>you spot movement, or you think you did
>you slowly crouch and sneak towards it
>it's hard to see, it seems to be darker than its surroundings
>somewhat pony shaped?
>what would a pony be doing out here?
>you stop
>rule number one, if you don't have to go somewhere to affect it, don't
>it's why you liked guns, partly.  You just needed to sit back and let the bullet travel for you
>this was perhaps why you were tired and winded easily; being lazy had disadvantages
>you grab a rock, wanting to be more subtle than a hundred and thirty decibel BANG
>you whip it as hard as you can past the pony
>wasn't a bad throw
>it smacks a hardwood tree and makes a bunch of noise as it comes to a halt in a bed of dry leaves
>suddenly the forest is alive with movement
>black shapes everywhere
>you stay perfectly still in your bushes, as the black, more or less pony shaped things come out of nowhere
>some of them fly in
>dozens and dozens of them
>you're glad you played S.T.A.L.K.E.R., it’s dangerous to go alone without something to throw at shit that looks dangerous
>the creatures slowly calm down as the search for the source of the commotion
>well this is bad
>they might find you if they start looking this way
>you slowly start backing away
>the wind has died down, so you have to be even more careful and quiet
>you check every spot you're about to step on, you gently push aside every branch in your way, or move around it
>step by step, you move away from the mass of dark, moving and menacing shapes
>black ponies?  This is oddly familiar...
>you remember Twilight saying something, about black ponies...  Changelings!
>holeeeeee fuck
>oh this is bad
>this forest was swarming with changelings, then?
>AND possibly those alien bug zerg motherfuckers?
>COULD THIS NIGHT GET ANY BETTER?  MAYBE YOU CAN BREAK A LEG OR SOMETHING
>you try to slow your breathing and make like a tree so you can get the fuck out of there
>you look around frantically
>there, a path!  You'll be able to run down that a fair bit better
>you hear movement behind you
>they're all searching for what threw that rock, it seems
>heading your way
>well fuck
>you start jogging as quietly as you can, keeping low
>it's exhausting, trying not to make noise while moving quickly
>its pitch black, that doesn't help much
>you jog for a good ten minutes
>and you’re winded like the out of shape fuck you are
>the ground is only illuminated in small, broken patches where a bit of moonlight gets past the leaves and branches
>that's when you notice a patch about fifty yards out simply vanishes for a split second, then reappears
>you look up quickly, seeing nothing above that would cast a shadow over there
>since there is no wind now, the leaves can’t be causing that either
>a split second after that, you see a patch of light vanish about forty yards away
>you still have no idea what's causing the moonlight to be blocked
>almost instantly, the light appears on the ground again, only for another patch about thirty yards to vanish
>well it sure as fuck looks like something is coming your way really fucking fast
>so now you have half an army of changelings out for your ass behind you and something coming at you from the front
>you still can't see what it is, you only see patches of light vanish and reappear
>you had no idea what it was, and it scared the piss out of you
>it's barely making a "whiiiiiiish" noise, it's very quiet, whatever it is
>almost perfectly silent, invisible save for its shadow
>there was a clunk noise when the brick you shat hit the assplate of your suit
>twenty yards out now
>you barely have time to scurry to the right, weapon raised where you think it might be
>a patch of moonlight on the ground goes black five yards out
>fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
>then nothing
>you only see the fuzzy, grainy, enhanced darkness, with shapes of trees and leaves, then the bright patches of moonlight on the ground
>it's pretty and all but you aren't thinking about that
>nah, you're thinking "FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK"
>you think you see movement to the right of where you saw the last moonlight patch turn to black
>then, barely two yards away, a full splash of moonlight douses a tall, fullsized changeling fucking rape machine to your right, much bigger than all the other black pony things you saw, with a horn and wings
>you are simply too busy being startled out of your wits, letting out a full on horror scream and whipping the rifle around so you can fire wildly at this fiend in panic to remember that Twilight said ponies with wings and horns are called “Alicorns”
>you let off a shot early, it goes wild
>you're hitting that trigger like it's your prostate
>second shot scores a glancing hit that blows a large chunk out of the side of the thing's chestplate
>it's already practically on top of you
>eyes flaring white, power flowing from its horn
>it pushes the rifle out of the way with a hoof
>you throw a left hook in desperation
>it connects solidly on the Alicorn's jaw, breaking its concentration
>you're already drawing your sidearm
>you barely clear the holster as you flick it towards the towering horse, you fire as you start backpedaling
>one round grazes one of its legs, before you have the chance to fire another shot and take another step, the whole world goes sideways
>you're winded through your armor by a tremendous impact that flings you off to the right
>yep, better give a final good yell and try to get a few shots off before you fucking DIE
>you skid on the floor and roll
>stopping in a heap, you spin around, trying to get up
>that hurt
>you don't know where your Glock 20 went
>you're dizzy and you still can't breathe
>so no yelling for you
>you have a threat to your left; something (probably a changeling minion) tackled you at full speed, as well as the Queen a dozen yards away
>you grab hold of your 590A1 that's been flung right in front of you
>you're raising it at 200 miles an hour, hoping to dump the mag tube into those fuckers before you're turned into burnt meat paste by that changeling Queen when you hear
"PRINCESS LUNA, STAND BACK, I WILL DEAL WITH THIS MONSTER!"
>whu?
>you stop moving completely
>your Mossberg's forend is rattling a bit as you are shaking like a leaf
>Luna?
>wha?
"Now, you demonic beast, face me!  Princess, get out of here!"
>a changeling ruse?
>you ghasp and start breathing again
>thank you, lungs
"Do not move, any of you.  Either of you even blink, and your "Princess" is going to make a fine fertilizer" you yell between breaths
>the "pony" changeling grits his teeth, and the changeling Queen simply glares at you
"Now you will very calmly and slowly move where I can see you both.  You better make sure that none of your friends show up, the one that set up an ambush.  They try to sneak up and you're gonna get hurt"
>"unforgivable" you hear the "pony" hiss
>the "alicorn" limps towards him as the minion places himself between you and its Queen
>you see blood seep from under the half destroyed chest plate and leg wound, as well as a puffy lip that's also bleeding a little
"My weapon is faster than your changeling magic.  I see even a hint of that shit going on and you're both going to need graves"
>you say this in a menacing voice, trying to hide your intense, pants shitting panicked fear
"We shant tolerate thine insults..."
>the "Alicorn" states this in a cold, controlled fury
>insults?
>shant?
>you're now getting a horrible feeling.  It might be the real Luna you've heard about
>it's not like you've seen pictures of either Luna, the Changelings or the Queen
>they all fit the description though, and either way if the Changelings are disguised as the real Luna...
>for the love of all that is fuck, Twilight, why do you prattle on about some fucking Unicorn called Starswirl the Bearded for an hour, telling you how many fucking bells he has on his stupid hat, but when she’s retelling how she saved the fucking world with the help of her friends and shit, she can’t fucking describe what none of these fucking horses looked like
>if you make it out of this alive, you’re going to noogie Twilight until she doesn’t have bangs anymore
>that fucking pony
>so anyway you're at an impasse
>great
"How can I know that you're not a changeling for sure?" you ask
"How are we to know that you are nor the pony-napping insect monster that's been terrorizing Fillydephia?" the minion replies
>yeah, you guess they don't have pictures either and you do look a bit like an insect with the helmet on
"Well, I'm not, I'm Anon, I helped Celestia!"
>they don't seem that convinced
>you keep the shotgun aimed at "Luna" with your firing hand and unfasten your helmet with your support hand
"Princess Luna, he does fit the description that Princess Celestia has given us..." whispers the smaller pony
>you hear it, of course, and decide that maybe a bit of a truce wouldn't be that bad of a gamble.  If this is the real Luna, maybe backing off right now might just stop Celestia from frying your stupid ass when you get back to Ponyville
"I am going to slowly lower my weapon.  I expect no hostile actions from you both.  I expect no magic to come from the alleged Princess.  Is this satisfactory?"
"Thine terms are acceptable, Anon.  Perhaps we can trust each other for the moment..." says Princess Luna
>who you hope is truly Luna, in any case
>she was breathing pretty hard
"Now, where are your other troops?  I did see many ponies at that ambush..."
"Sir Orion, find and call in the squads at our location. We will head back to Ponyville for daybreak." orders the Princess
>he protests, unwilling to leave his princess unguarded, but she silences him and waves him on his way
>you notice that she's actually really fucking bleeding
>that was more than a glancing blow you scored on her chestplate
>.308 doesn't seem to give a fuck about p0ny armor
>you walk up and you can hear her blood dripping on the ground
>she visibly winces
"Princess Luna...  I...  I'm sorry...  Your injury looks bad..."
"Under the circumstances, we understand why thou injured us..."
>you wonder what’s up with the “we” and her fancy olden speak, but whatever
>Luna falls to her knees
>oh shi-
"Princess!  Stay awake, when Orion comes back, we'll take you to the Ponyville hospital, just stay with me…"
>you move closer and press against the wound to slow the bleeding
>you hear her teeth grind as she tenses with pain
"Anon, we admit that it has been more than a thousand years since a mortal has injured us like this...  We haven't felt our blood boil so in ages.  Thy left hoof…  paw… thing caught us by surprise”
>you are beginning to like this pony
”Princess Luna, we’re going to have a rematch one day, so you sure as hell better haul your ass up.  We’re going to get back to Ponyville and you better be breathing.  Or else I win.  You don’t look like a fucking quitter, Princess.  Are you a quitter?”
>you may get your ass drawn and quartered for talking to a Princess like that but you’ll be damned if she doesn’t make it out of here alive
”We… Are… Not…  A…  Wretched QUITTER!” she grunts out
>you’re about to say something when her horn flares and you feel heat come from under your hand
>really warm
>OH SHIT BURNING
>Luna’s mouth opens and she lets out a piercing scream
>you pull your hand back, the plastic melted quite a bit
>you shake your hand to cool it, fucking hot fuck shit
>you smell burning flesh and smoke wafts up
>THIS BITCH IS HARDCORE
>yeah you like this pony
>back the fuck up everyone, Princess Fucking Luna PURGES WOUNDS WITH FUCKING FIRE
>she pants and slowly recovers
”We should not be in too much danger now…  We have stopped the bleeding…” she says
>no shit
>now where the fuck are those troops she called for
>they should be here by now, it took your slow ass less than 20 minutes to get here, those ponies can probably do it in five
”We think we’ve spotted our troops, Anon”
>you zoom in
”Princess Luna?” you say
”Yes Anon?”
”I don’t think those are your troops”