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- PART ONE
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- >You're getting pushed around by a light green unicorn and her purple-maned friend, as they give you a tour of their town.
- >Said town is in a world you slipped into while having a transdimensional slumber... or something like that, fuck if you know how you got here.
- >’Having a strange day’ would be the understatement of the century.
- >You’ve already been shown a strange pink and purple building with what looked like a carousel on top of it.
- >It confused you greatly.
- >Why would these ponies have a carousel?
- >Would the carousel have fake plastic humans for the ponies to ride on?
- >Your puzzled thoughts were interrupted by the mint green guide.
- >She was tugging and pointing at your shirt while spouting nonsense.
- >Eventually, she let go of your clothes and started walking further into town.
- >Now, Minty HarpButt is taking you through a plaza and to some tall construction with a bunch of flags on its roof.
- >She’s probably giving you information about what it is, but you're too busy not speaking equine to understand.
- >While she's focused on her explanations, you turn around to face Sweety McCandyFlank.
- >You point at HarpButt with your thumb, touch your ear and then shrug.
- >She gives an annoyed sigh and walk to the gesticulating unicorn, who was now making crashing sound effects and ramming her forelegs together.
- >You have no idea on how those explosions are related to what looks like the town hall.
- >The confection-themed pony tap your exuberant guide on the shoulder.
- >The two of them trade a few words.
- >Afterwards, the green spazz turns back towards you.
- >"Oh..."
- >A sound of dumbfounded realization if you ever heard one.
- >Next stop, a gingerbread house.
- >Awesome.
- >There’s also a few stalls randomly spread around, but the candy construction really caught your attention.
- >You see Minty take a deep breath, sure to resume her endless flow of words.
- >However she quickly slams a hoof against her mouth, preventing words from leaving it.
- >Instead of her incoherent babble, she trots over to the sugary building and beckons you to get closer.
- >Why not?
- >Once near the unicorn, you follow her pointing hoof to a window.
- >Cakes!
- >Lots of them!
- >So, a bakery that really IS a gingerbread house?
- >You love this place so much.
- >After having your your drool-stained body pulled away from the pastry-making pastry house, you are presented with a tree.
- >Woohoo.
- >Sarcasm aside, the tree is still pretty interesting.
- >Therefs a bunch of windows and balconies jutting out from it.
- >A sign that pictures an open book is also planted next to the front door.
- >From the looks of it, it's either a library or a bookstore.
- >You wonder what kind of literature there is in this world.
- >It could be interesting to read about the history of this place.
- >You receive a mental slap, courtesy of your brain.
- >Right. Language barrier.
- >Speaking of language, you hardly notice the conversation going on behind you.
- >You turn to face the discussion.
- >It involves a lot of pointing at you and the library alternatively.
- >Their dialogue is interrupted by a loud yawn.
- >How can you be so tired? You just slept through the entire afternoon!
- >Travelling between your world and theirs may have drained you of your energy or something.
- >Science fiction isn't really your forte.
- >Apparently you’re oscitation is contagious, as your two tour guides both let out an adorable yawn.
- >They exchange a few more words and start to lead the way to another part of town.
- >You are now in what you would describe as the residential district.
- >The fancy and colorful shops give way to a bunch of thatched roof houses.
- >Candyflank opens the door to one of them.
- >You guess Minty’s going to help you find a place to sleep alone.
- >Wait... Nope, looks like these two are roommates.
- >You’ll have to figure out something yourself.
- >You wave goodbye at the light green unicorn as she enters her domicile.
- >She turns around and raise an eyebrow, she motions you to get inside.
- >Don’t mind if I do.
- >After bending down to pass the entrance, you immediately notice the interior looks way bigger than expected.
- >Fortunately, you can stand without hitting your head on the ceiling. Barely.
- >Minty guides you to a bedroom, probably the guest room.
- >She motions to the smallish bed and says a few words.
- >You give her a large smile, happy to receive such hospitality. It is returned.
- >She turn around and move further in the house.
- >You enter your designated room and close the door.
- >Tired as hell you remove your shirt and throw it on the ground.
- >You don’t bother with blankets and other trivialities, choosing to fall face first on the pillow instead.
- >For the third and final time of this day, you fall asleep.
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- PART TWO
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- >You wake up, still sprawled out on your stomach.
- >However, something feels different than last night.
- >It could be the large furry thing laying on your back. Maybe.
- >Those equines better not be raising giant spiders or you’re taking the first trip to Heart Attack-ville.
- >You open your eyes and slowly turn your head to see what’s resting on your spine.
- >What a relief.
- >It’s Minty, she’s curled up in a ball and lightly snoring.
- >...
- >A heart attack is still possible.
- >How are you going to get out of bed?
- >Waking her would be a crime against adorableness.
- >Maybe you can just...
- >You slowly slide your hands under her and lift her an inch above your back.
- >Quickly, you slip your lower body out of bed.
- >You gently lay the sleeping unicorn back on the bed.
- >Success!
- >Now to leave the roo-
- >Hardwood paneling.
- >If they’re as reliable to stay silent as they are back on Earth, you’re fucked.
- >You softly make your way to the door, picking up your shirt on your way there.
- >The door opens without any creak.
- >You give a last look at Minty.
- >Still sleeping.
- >Perfect.
- >Satisfied with your the silent operation, you leave the room.
- >And slam your head into the doorway with a loud thud.
- >Clutching to your face, you fall to the ground.
- >Fuckfuckfuck.
- >You twist your body around and get on your knees.
- >Still sleeping.
- >Guess she’s a pretty heavy sleeper.
- >As you get back up on your feet, the floorboards let out a soft squeak.
- >”Rrrnn...”
- >Damn you floor! I thought we were cool, we could have been friends!
- >But noooo, you had to be a dick.
- >Well fuck you too, hardwood.
- >You freeze in place, trying not to make any more noise..
- >Her ear does the most adorable twitch you ever witnessed and she goes back to her snoring.
- >Daaaawwwwww.
- >Looking around, you notice something strange.
- >Now that the room is well-lit with sunlight, you can see that it’s way too...
- >...Dishevelled, to be a guest room.
- >A few books scattered here and there.
- >The closet is wide open, revealing a dress of some sort.
- >Is that... sheet music?
- >And a lyre?
- >Wait, didn’t Minty have a lyre on her flan-
- >Oooooohhh!
- >When she showed you the room yesterday, she probably only showing you around the house.
- >And you just went in and crashed on her bed like an asshole.
- >You wonder why she didn’t wake you up though?
- >Well, she did manage to get comfortable on your back without waking you, so you guess you’re an even more heavy sleeper than her.
- >You exit the room, putting your shirt back on and watching your head as you pass the doorway.
- >As you slip your head past the collar of your garment and you meet with the other occupant of the house.
- >Bon Bon is looking at you, her left eyebrow higher than it has any rights to be.
- >Does she thinks that you and...
- >You roll your eyes.
- >It’s not like you slept with her.
- >Well you kind of did, but you didn’t sleep ‘sleep’ with her.
- >It’s just a fuzzy pastel pony that slept on your back, what does she think you did?
- >Augh...
- >When will this morning end?
- >She shrugs.
- >With a quick movement of her head, she motions you to follow her.
- >You hope she’s leading you to breakfast, you’re starving.
- >Nope, you’re back to the tree-library-bookstore thing you saw yesterday.
- >Candyflank knocks on the door a few times.
- >A female voice can be heard from inside the tree and the sound of footsteps is getting closer.
- >The door swings open with a purple flash.
- >Weird.
- >A purple unicorn is standing inside the hollow tree.
- >Her mane is a darker shade of purple with a pink streak in it.
- >There’s also a star on her flank, seriously what’s up with all the ass tattoo in this world?
- >She’s staring at you with an incredulous look.
- >The cream pony at your side steps forward and start to converse with what you assume is the town librarian.
- >The conversation is short and they soon wave each other goodbye.
- >You turn around to follow CandyFlank, but something is holding you by the neck of your shirt.
- >You hear PurpleStar say something behind your back while you are slowly dragged inside.
- >By the sound of it, you could tell she said something along the lines of ‘Oh no, you dont!’.
- >As you are pulled further into the tree, the door closes with yet another purplish-pink glow.
- >The force that hauled you indoor let go of your shirt.
- >You stand up and look around.
- >Damn, that’s a lot of books.
- >There are books surrounding you in bookshelves.
- >Books on the ground all around you in large piles.
- >Books on every surface you can see.
- >Books.
- >Books everywhere.
- >Pretty disorderly for a library.
- >The purple librarian is rummaging through a large pile of books, obviously looking for something in particular.
- >”Ah-ha!”
- >She jumps down from the mountain of literature and a book emerges from it, glowing with a familiar purple hue.
- >And now, PurpleStar’s horn is glowing too.
- >Coincidence? I think not.
- >You are clearly in the presence of a pony-wizard.
- >This world is AWESOME!
- >Pony-wizards are boring.
- >You’ve been sitting still for half an hour, watching the purple unicorn flip through what appears to be an animal encyclopedia.
- >You did try to make her understand you’re probably not in the book.
- >Every attempt made was answered with magic making you sit back down on this wooden stool.
- >The book is starting to run out of pages for her to read and you can see she’s getting irritated about not figuring out what you are.
- >She flips the last page and then throws the book back in its pile of brethren.
- >”AUGH!!!”
- >The sorcerous equine starts to massage her temples with her eyes closed.
- >You shift awkwardly on your stool, hunger making you squirm.
- >If only you could go back to that gingerbread house.
- >Your food related daydreaming is interrupted when PurpleStar slams her han- err, hooves on the desk she was sitting at.
- >She turns her head towards you, her face bearing a ominous grin and a certain spark in her eyes.
- >You see her blink out of existence and reappear a few feet away, near a bookshelf.
- >Teleportation? Pony-wizards are back to awesome.
- >After making a few books fly off the shelf, she settles on a large grimoire.
- >She rapidly riffle through the book and stops about halfway into it.
- >Her grin widens.
- >She slowly starts to close the gap separating you and her, her horn glowing with progressive intensity.
- >You don’t like the look she’s got on her face.
- >You stand up an-HOLYSHIT!
- >SHE’S CASTING MAGIC MISSILE!!!
- >You shield your face with your arms.
- >A ray of light pass through your arms and forehead.
- >...
- >That’s it?
- >Either her magic sucks or she wasn’t attacking you.
- >You’re going to go with the latter.
- >You lower your guard and look quizzically at her.
- >She says something, but her lips are not moving.
- >Your expression changes to a surprised one when you realise the words are echoing through your head.
- >You still can’t understand a single one of them though.
- >PurpleStar smiles at your change of facial expression.
- >She unleash torrent of words in your head.
- >You don’t know what she thinks happened, but she seems to be tooting her own horn pretty hard.
- >Heh, puns.
- >It gets pretty annoying.
- >Her head seems pretty far up her own flank to think whatever she did worked.
- >Heh. Flankface.
- >She suddenly stops talking, a surprised look on her face.
- >It quickly changes to a deadpan expression.
- >Hey! You see a picture form in your mind.
- >Is that your hea-
- >Why did your head just explode?
- >The unicorn smirks at your disconcerted face.
- >Okay, let’s see if you got this straight.
- >Flankface over here tried some telepathic spell or something on you.
- >You don’t know if it was supposed to make you understand each other, but now you can apparently share pictures with your mind.
- >That’s sorta cool.
- >You could have done the same with a pen and some paper, but now you don’t have to actually draw stuff.
- >Looks like she had the same epiphany, you see her sit back down at her desk.
- >A scroll and a quill magically float to said desk.
- >Well, if she prefer to draw you can- Oh. Wait. Mental picture coming in.
- >It’s you and her, standing side by side.
- >A bunch of strange symbols appear under her.
- >The unicorn is pointing at herself.
- >”‹Twilight Sparkle›.”
- >Must be her name, it sounds like a bunch of random syllables put together. You repeat after her.
- “Twilit Sprkel.”
- >God damn, that sounded like a badger trying to claw its way up your throat.
- >Something is forming beneath the image of your person.
- >Are those question marks?
- >This is going to make things so much easier.
- >You remove the question marks and add your name.
- “Anonymous.”
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- PART THREE
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- >The unicorn repeats your name without any flaws.
- >”Anonymous.”
- >...Showoff.
- >While on the subject of names, you should ask Twilight Sparkle...
- >Wow, it still sounds weird, even when you simply think about pronouncing the name.
- >Anyway, you should ask... her, the real names of Minty & Sweety.
- >You replace the pictures of the unicorn and yourself with HarpButt and CandyFlank, putting question marks underneath them.
- >Twilight seems to understand as symbols supersede the interrogative punctuation and Minty’s image grows bigger.
- >”‹Lyra Heartstring›.”
- “‹Lyra Artsryn›.”
- >You’re getting better at this equine language.
- >Min- Lyra’s mental representation shrink back down and it’s Sweety’s turn to get larger.
- >”‹Bon Bon›.”
- “‹Bon Bon›.”
- >That sounded about right.
- >Maybe you could eventually try to learn to speak this language.
- >You notice Twilight's been giving quick glances at your neck for a few minutes now.
- >Is there something on your throat?
- >Nope, only your headphones.
- >...
- >Oh right! Technology!
- >You chuckle as you remove the headphones from around your neck.
- >This is going to blow her little pony-wizard mind.
- >You don the earpiece to show her how to wear it.
- >The unicorn signature purple glow envelop the headgear as you hand it over to her.
- >She awkwardly puts your headphones on, probably worried about wearing something an alien gave her.
- >You pull out your mp3 player and play a random song.
- >http://www.youtu.be/JiIm-vNBpao
- >She looks like she would enjoy some good ol’ classic.
- >’Surprised’ isn’t even close to describe the expression on her face when the music begins.
- >You let the song runs for a while and then retrieve your headphones from the purple unicorn's head.
- >You really need to ask her about something that's been puzzling since you first met ponies.
- >What's with all the ass tattoo?
- >A sideview picture of Twilight forms on the mental sketchpad you two share and you add a circle around her flank.
- >The unicorn looks at her flank.
- >She turns back to you with a flustered face and a light blush.
- >The mind version of Twilight’s rump enlarge and a large question mark is added next to it.
- >What the- Damn self-conscious pony-wizard.
- >You give the unicorn a deadpan look.
- >You don’t care if she thinks she has large haunches, you just want to know more about the mark on them!
- >You circle the purple star on her mind-flank a few times and add some arrows pointing at it for good measure.
- >Her eyes expand lightly as she seem to understand what you meant.
- >She smiles then walks to one of the bookshelves that are carved in the walls.
- >A small book comes floating to your hand.
- >’Nryei Zlusk : Ofly lui yfit?’
- >Interesting title.
- >The cover represent a little foal looking at his own flank, a sad expression upon him.
- >God these guys are cute.
- >Twilight motions you to go on.
- >You flip through the first couple of pages.
- >So far, the pictures makes no sense since you can’t read the text associated with them.
- >Here we go, a three panel comic without any words.
- >Panel one : A small unicorn with a trumpet floating next to her.
- >Panel two : The same unicorn, playing the instrument.
- >Panel three : A trumpet appears in a bright flash on her flank.
- >So... they get magic tattoo by finding out what they’re good at?
- >That’s completely insane.
- >But, you’re currently playing Pictionary with a purple unicorn using your mind.
- >Sanity isn’t really your domain of expertise right now.
- >Twilight wipes the pictures in your minds and shapes start to form in their place.
- >Your stomach interrupts with a loud groan.
- >The unicorn giggles and erases the small draft she started before making your head appear again.
- >Hopefully it won’t blow up this time.
- >A question mark shows up next to your face, along with an arrow pointing to your mouth.
- >You fail to resist the urge to mess with her.
- >You flash an evil grin as you draw a bunch of ponies in your mind.
- >Twilight’s eyes grow as wide as dinner plates and her pupils shrink to pin pricks.
- >You stand up and start to close the gap between the two of you, licking your canines as you do.
- >Your ‘prey’ squeaks and trips as she tries to get away from you.
- >Unable to keep it in, you let out a hearty guffaw.
- >The look on her face! Priceless!
- >She’s now looking at you, dumbstruck.
- >You lean in and pat Twilight’s head reassuringly.
- >She glares at you and says a single word.
- >Your instinct tells you it was probably along the lines of ‘Jerk.’
- >You cross the ponies in your mind with a large ‘X’.
- >Now, what would you want to eat?
- >The gingerbread bakery from yesterday immediately springs in your head.
- >Yeah, that will do nicely.
- >You picture the sugary shop in your thoughts as well as your memory allows it.
- >About halfway through the drawing, your thoughts starts to blur a little and focusing on the picture becomes harder.
- >The spell must be beginning to strain your mind.
- >Twilight smiles brightly as she recognizes the cake-baking building.
- >She stands up and you follow her to the door.
- >"Oh!" she exclaims as she stops dead in her track.
- >Her horn starts to glow and a book comes floating your way.
- >Another child book apparently.
- >The cover is a very young pony reading a book.
- >You hastily leaf through it.
- >Most of the pages follow a similar pattern.
- >A single word and a single picture on each of them.
- >You chuckle and ruffle her mane, while keeping a smile on your face.
- >Pocketing the small book, you two leave the tree-library.
- >The fuzzy feeling in your mind is growing into a fierce headache.
- >The gingerbread house is in sight and you can’t wait to sit down and relax.
- >You are suddenly propelled to the ground by something you'd describe as a small rainbow freight train.
- >Once the cloud of dust settle down you manage to see what made your ass feels like a crash dummy.
- >It's a cyan pegasus with a rainbow colored mane.
- >You look at each other in an awkward silence while she sits on your stomach.
- >Slowly, she extends a hoof towards you.
- >You stare at it in disbelief.
- >Could it be?
- >You punch it.
- >As your fist hits her hoof, a wave of bro-itude fills your very being.
- >And with that, she leaves like she came. Flying at ridiculously high speed.
- >What in the name of Broseph Stalin just happened?
- >You stand up and dust yourself off.
- >Instantly, you notice you feel alone in your mind again and the headache is gone.
- >Did that pegasus just knock the spell outta you?
- >What a bro.
- >You point at the rapidly moving rainbow trail and give Twilight an intrigued look.
- >She lets out a giggle.
- >”‹Rainbow Dash.›”
- “‹Rainbro Dash.›”
- >The unicorn resume her walk to the bakery, still giggling.
- >You quickly follow her, avid for pastry.
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