My Little Realities: C8 - Bonding Time

My Little Realities: C8 - Bonding Time

>you shake off a fuzzy, “licked a battery” feeling and blink away the spots in your eyes
>Twilight’s library
>fucking magic, how does it work
>Twilight sighs loudly and kinda falls back, sitting on her haunches
>yep it’s been a rough day
>you set your guns down, that got heavy fast
”We should send a letter to Celestia… Or probably Luna, right now… “ she finally says
>you’re busy walking to the kitchen
>Luna?
>you would have to ask later
”Oh right, please help yourself…” she calls out, sounding pretty awkward
>you mentally berate yourself again for your bad, bad joke at an even worse moment
>first up, milk
>you slowly down a glass
>pigging your face now would probably make you throw up and ruin some more of Twilight’s library/house
>you’ll have to do something about her flowerpot and table
>anyhow
>you nibble at some bread
>it’s pretty horrible, being this highly conflicted about satiating your hunger, but knowing it’ll be worse if you give in
”So Anon, how and why do you have all these things? I’m assuming they all do something similar to what you used on that monster that attacked us”
”It’s a pretty long story. To be honest that’s just my personal collection. Back on my Earth, I used them for competition and sport – against paper targets, of course. Never really had the chance to use them for anything else, apart from that bug just now…”
”I’m just astounded that you’ve been walking around with that obviously very deadly machine for all this time…”
>you raise your eyebrow at her
”A bit like I feel now, seeing as though you could have teleported me a mile up in the air at any moment… Listen Twilight, the object is only as bad as the intent. I promise, this object will never make a peep unless you, your kind or I am under immediate threat of grave bodily harm”
>she seems a little reassured, but then she's all like
”You’re right Anon, even with your strange pale beige face you really aren’t so bad after all.”
>a pillow levitates from a nearby sofa and then SHOOTS RIGHT AT YOUR FACE
WHUMP
>it’s the first time a goddamn pillow has made you a little woozy
”That was really, really not funny” she says
>she glares coldly at you while you peel the feathery missile from your face
>you’re feeling pretty surprised, you haven’t felt actual guilt in like… Ever
>you hang your head
>more pillow projectiles rocket at you
>Auuhgh! Jesus Christ, you’re glad she’s not chucking books at you
>you find yourself on your ass, arms around your head
>your body was not ready for a pillow fight so one-sided
>you pretty much deserve it, that "I'm hungry, Twilight" joke was way outta line
”Now about these creatures running around and that ship, what do you think we should do?” says Twilight
>she’s perking up after exhausting her ammunition
”Feeling better? Well Twilight, like you said, we should probably contact whatever authorities you ponies have, see if they can protect the general population around here at least, maybe set up some scouting parties to see if there are more of those things out there in the first place”
>she nods and trots off upstairs to go wake Spike up so he can write up a letter to this Luna pony
>you think that you could have written the letter for her, but you’re unsure if the magical translator works in written language
>Spike is probably pretty popular with his hand-like claws, lil’ dragon is totally pimpin’
>he groggily comes down, yawning “hello”
>doesn’t even notice that you took the helmet off
>maybe he doesn’t care
>Twilight starts dictating, asking Princess Luna for urgent assistance, as a threat could be present in Equestria, how a dangerous and very hostile creature possibly related to the alien flying craft was destroyed and how there could be more of them, etc
>Spike almost passes out a few times while writing
>he doesn’t seem to care either about what he’s writing
>note to self: Spike is almost useless when it’s nighttime
>you bet he’s probably not going to remember that this happened tomorrow morning
”’Zat all, Twi?” he mumbles
”Yep, please send it right away”
”sure…”
>Spike just breathes out green flames, turning the page he just wrote into sparkling little ashes in the wind
>well fuck, that was a huge waste of time
>you look at Twilight and Spike like they’re completely insane
>Spike just starts walking back towards his little bed
>he burps out more green flames, a scroll spews forth
”I… I don’t even care anymore.” you sigh.
>This magic bullshit is fucking with your miiiind
>Twilight starts reading
”Dearest Twilight Sparkle. We will dispatch aid at once and we have broadcasted a general message instructing our subjects to remain indoors until the threat has been dealt with. We hope that you are well. Farewell and Godspeed.”
>the front door damn near explodes off its hinges
>Twilight jumps a good three feet into the air as you just yell “GAH FUCK”
>you rip your Glock out of its holster as Applejack runs in
>followed by Pinkie Pie and Rarity
”Sweet fucking nuntits, Jack” you bark
>you stick the pistol back in your holster and go into “grip heart with hands and lean on something” position
>Fluttershy just kinda moseys into the room
”Dreadfully sorry to burst in like this, but we just had to make haste! We heard there might be monsters about and we were looking for you everywhere” says Rarity, her posh accent permanently on
>man, news travels fast with that fucking magic shit
”See, I told you he’d like surprises, look he’s so surprised his helmet came off!” Says Pinkie
>life’s just a great big party to you, isn’t it Pinks?
>you envy her outlook
>whoa, Spike is out cold, snoring happily
”Anon, didn’t you say that maight be a bad thing?” asks Applejack
”Well my spell worked and Anon said his machine confirms that it’s safe for him to take his suit off” explains Twilight
”That’s wonderful, you won’t starve now, Anon” says Fluttershy, barely audibly
”Ah don’t know whut yew sugarsticks eat but Ah’ll make an apple pie that’ll knock yer galoshes off!” says Applejack
”Now I can throw you your welcome party!”
”So Anon, whut is all this stuff here, anyhow?” asks Applejack
”I guess I should tell you about what happened after I was able to read the bio-kit’s results… Well I took my helmet off and this large, hostile insect-like beast ran through my window, taking most of the wall with it. It was pretty clear it didn’t want to get tea and crumpets while talking about the weather, so I fired my weapon at it – like I did to distract the alien ship. I was very concerned at the time that the creature would attack us to its last breath, so I ensured that it didn’t breathe any more. After that, I grabbed some extra supplies just in case and we came back here.”
>Twilight looks around nervously
>the other ponies just blankly stare at you, you have a feeling they weren’t expecting you to flatly state how you’d just killed some monster a while ago, as if it was something you did every day or something.
>Rarity coughs awkwardly
”Well, um… It’s good that you are both unharmed.” She says
”Since we’re all here, how about we turn this into a sleepover? It’s probably best if we stick together…” Says Twilight
> a bag of marshmallows floats in
>hunh, she looks like she’s trying to liven up the mood
>you are so going to rape the fuck out of that bag of marshmallows
>then crack an inappropriate joke at Rarity’s expense, har har har. You wonder if roasted Rarity would be good with crackers and chocolate
>WAIT, NO, FUCK THAT. You’re not saying that one out loud. Last time was bad enough
>you decide to stop poking internal fun at the poor lady, she’s actually pretty cool
>the p0nies better get their marshmallows quick, you will leave no fluffy little white cylinder undevoured
>you fucking love those things
>your eyes track the bag as it floats around
>the evening wore on as you chatted around the fire inside a fucking tree house, ate some more and had half the bag
>they’re all YOURS
>HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHWAY TO THE DANGER ZONE.flac was playing in your ear implants, how is this fire safe in here
>probably magic
>fucking magic
>then started the entertaining game of fighting off p0nies trying to give you a makeover
>you start swapping stories
>you quickly shut the fuck up, you got nothing on these p0nies
>these goddamn midget horses are fucking super heroes or something
>saving Equestria from a corrupt Princess of the Night
>so that’s who Luna is, you guess she’s cool now
>fighting off a Chaos God (sounded like goddamn Tzeentch. You’re happy he’s a statue now, that guy was a faggot. Slaanesh is where it’s at
>or Khorne
”So that’s when Pinkie Pie grabbed me by the tail and I unleashed magical bolts on the Changeling armada, they never saw that one coming!”
>you’re hanging off her every word
>you did think at one point that they might be bullshitting you
>however
>they had helped you and taken you in asking nothing in return
>they were all kind and honest, from what you could see
>you saw no reason to doubt their words
>these fuckers ARE a pack of goodie little four hooved mares that go around saving the goddamn world
>you’ve kinda stopped questioning stuff after like… the millionth impossible thing that’s happened to you in the past couple of days
>just rollin’ with it
>her story is OPERATOR as fuck
>they just ran in and started kicking ass, Pinkie Pie was laying down goddamn conceal carry CQB cannon fire
>the group was bucking away into the fray
”So we fought our way to the Royal Chambers, when we found ourselves completely submerged with the Changeling fiends…” says Twilight, continuing her retelling of the battle
>shit sounds like it’s about to go down
>trump card?
>Luna flying in and opening a can of FUCK YOU?
>TALK FASTER, DAMNIT
”We end up being dragged in front of the Queen of the Changelings, all hope was lost. We were finished, but Cadence and Shining Armor had not lost the only thing they had, the only thing more powerful than the Changeling Queen – their love”
>your jaw drops, that’s just too much awesome gay for your
>this was a specifically awesome gay moment though, like how awesome George Takei is, but in concentrate
”My brother was able to power his magical shield until it banished the Queen and her Changeling fleet from our lands.”
>Shiiiiit, that’s deep
”Hardcore... I really don’t have anything that even compares, as much as our planet sees conflict, most of the wealthier and more developed countries there are pretty damn quiet as much as the average human is concerned…  There was that time where I lived in a city suffering from economic instability at the time...” you say
>it was a few years before the VPT had been founded
"Crime skyrocketed, people were just that desperate.  The police was falling apart, there were killings over small, stupid things.  Riots broke out almost every night" you contine
"Then there was a hurricane.  Things went bad to worse.  There was more than one time that I thought I was going to have to kill another of my species.  Was one of the reasons why I got good with these things; we only had ourselves to watch our backs" you say, patting your Fort rifle
>you look to see the six adorable little p0nies glum and silent
>damn
>leave it to you to kill the mood
>Pinkie saves the day, not missing a beat and going on about the wedding that followed
>the night wore on
>Fluttershy is nodding off
>it’s always the quiet ones that end up falling asleep first
>yeah it was getting late
>the fire dies down as you all fall asleep