/pone/ - My Little Pony★

>How would the main character of the last game you played do in Equestria?

Kestrel and Archer are basically high-tech ninjas. So they'll probably do very well

>>294127

>You observe that you're standing in the middle of a road.

>And surrounded by living creatures. They're quadrupedal, short, colorful, and disturbingly naked.

>Civilians?

>They certainly didn't look like humans. Nor the fabled spandex-loving Vanu that the VS dreamed about.

>Of course, if the VS had their way with Terran history, Commander Waterson might have been obsessed with spandex too.

>Some of them are taking brief, cautious glances at you. Some seem too focused on wherever they're going to notice.

"WHOA!"

>Out of reflex, you attempt to shove C4 onto the yellow object as it grinds to a halt before you. And succeed in flinging your empty hand against something soft and fleshy.

"Hey, watch where you're going, will ya?"

>You look up at the strange dim-yellow creature.

>It just talked.

"Sorry. I need some help!"

>Unfortunately, you can't. At least, not very well. Fucking implants.

"Ya do? What with?"

>You don't know how to signal to him that you need to redeploy.

>You point at his appendages. They seem thick enough to do the job. But punching him alone is probably only going to make him angry enough to incapacitate you.

"My hooves?"

>You point at your face.

"Your face?"

>You shake your head. This isn't going to work out. Comms restricted to helmet channels for security reasons, your ass. What did they expect you to do when you lose the helmet, roll over and die?

>The building nearest you appears to have an entrance. There's likely a way up to the top. It looks high enough for your purposes.

>You dash over to the entrance and attempt to walk through, only to slam into the force field.

>Running is a breeze without your gear. Taking hits is not.

>While recovering, you notice that the force field seems to be very poorly constructed, unlike any building on Auraxis. There's a little gap in the side now.

>Should only take a few more tries.

>Wait, that's a door.

>Rubbing your nose, you push the door open, and it swings inwards without a hitch.

>It's the little things you miss.

>You step into an extremely warmly lit room. This was definitely civilian territory. The flooring in the center of the room was an orange carpet. It was extremely pleasant to walk on compared to the rough, ungiving concrete of the road.

>To your left sits some sort of receptionist behind a stone counter. You approach the lilac-colored creature, who is busy clacking away behind some kind of printing machine.

"What do you want?"

>You point upwards, and she pauses to look at you for a moment.

"Upstairs? Down the hall and to the left."

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

>Several flights of stairs later, you are on the roof of the building.

>It's windy and quite cold, but not nearly as cold as Esamir.

>You've dropped out of Galaxies hundreds of times before. Should be a piece of cake.

>You steady yourself for a moment before dashing and leaping over the threshold, diving headfirst into the concrete.

>>294145

>Are you going to continue it?

I was half way through the next bit when my browser crashed. Oh well. Hopefully this version will be better.

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Temujin narrowed his eyes at the desk from behind which the noises had come. Poking up just above the rim of the desk was a blue spike with a shock of carefully shaped orange horse hair behind it. It trembled as if in fear.

Was it a riding helmet sitting atop the head of the young prince of this ridiculous playhouse? He hoped not. It would be embarrassing for the khan to have been startled by a mere spoiled whelp. He huffed and relaxed his stance. In a stern voice he called to the boy to show himself. The only response from behind the desk was more of the murmured chattering that he had heard outside.

Sassy's voice quavered as she trembled. "Never mind! It looks lovely on you as it is. Just take it. No charge." Her left eye twitched when she blurted out the last two words.

Setting his jaw, the khan strode up to the desk intent upon at last solving the mystery of strange noises. His muscles tensed in anticipation as he leaned over the desk to peer down at the figure cowering behind it. The sight knocked the wind from his chest.

It was a horse! It was a bizarre horse to be sure, but a Mongol rider knew a horse when he saw one. His eyes went wide as he studied the creature. Someone had painted the poor thing blue. Its hair was the color of the sunset on the plains, and it had been brushed and shaped as if the beast were in some Korean harem. It was wrapped in colorful silks like the ones adorning the odd statues, and it disturbed him to realize the garments' true purpose. Worst of all, the horse was thin and frail as if it had been starved and never exercised. And, look! It cowered and whimpered as though it expected to be whipped! He had always been repelled by the insane decadence of city dwellers, but the thought of someone doing all this to a noble horse infuriated him. He silently swore to raze this city--wherever it was–to the ground and execute their king in boiling tar for this evil. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the desk, and his shoulders shook with fury.

Sassy Sassy lifted her eyes upward to look at the enraged monster and shrieked. She scrambled backward feeling her composure flee and panic begin to set in. "Help! Please!"

Whatever meaning the noises that the blue horse made may have had, Temujin knew how to speak to horses. He had lived with them his entire life and had learned to ride almost as soon as he had learned to stand. A warrior on horseback must be able to move and even think as one with his mount. Genghis Khan had a well earned reputation as an extraordinary horseman.

He rocked back into a non-threatening posture and mimicked the motions of a herd leader with his head. His throat made low, calming sounds. The painted horse backed itself into a wall and reared up, whinnying in surprise. He kept a safe and benign distance, trying to sooth the creature with rumbling non-words.

Sassy stared in confusion at this new posture that the monster was taking. The anxious trembling in her legs subsided. "Stay back. I'll have you know that I know martial arts," she said with false conviction. "Well, I attended a couple aerobic kick boxing classes, anyway. Oh, Sassy, why didn't you keep going? It was your New Year's resolution."

Sensing the tension in the blue horse abate, he approached the beast slowly so as not to cause it alarm. It was not fit to ride, but he had no intention of leaving the creature to the whims of its uncultured owner any longer. Perhaps it would make a decent training horse for one of his young daughters once he had eliminated it's fear of humans. There were no reins about, but he knew that he was capable of leading even a skittish horse by hand. It would be easier if he at least had some treats for it. He glanced about but found nothing but an oak-handled brush. That would do.

>>294154

Sassy was not panicking anymore, but she was visibly tense like a runner at the starting gate. "Look, I told you that you could… " She grimaced. " …have the dress. Now would you please be so kind as to leave this shop?"

The murmurs and chattering sounds were unlike noises that he had ever heard a horse make, but then he had never seen a breed like this before. Why would anyone breed horses to be vocal? This whole place is mad, he thought. Carrying the brush from the desk in one hand, he carefully lifted his free hand up to its nose, wary of any attempt to bite him.

Sassy shied away. "What are you doing? Why am I so calm?"

He gently patted its nose, giving the horse a chance to get his scent. Slowly he lifted the brush to its skinny neck and lightly brushed the painted coat. He shushed it when it started at the contact.

"What's goingggguuuuhhh-huh… Okay," Sassy mumbled into his hand. Her eyes fluttered, and a blissed out grin spread across her face. "Bust my buttons. As nice as this is, you really must gooo-hohhh… "

Now that the beast was calm and compliant, Temujin knew that it was time to leave. He backed away from the malnourished horse respectfully. Walking to the tiny front door, he spied a red silk sash draped over a wooden rack. Smirking at the owner's misfortune, he pulled the sash off the rack and tied it around his waist, belting his fur-lined cloak to make it look like a robe.

Sassy blinked out of her stupor as she watched the monster purloin another item from the shop. "Thuuu… that costs fifty bits! You put that back right now."

Standing by the too-small door, Temujin beckoned to the small horse with hand gestures and clicking noises.

Sassy quickly took his meaning and nodded at him. "Oh, you want me to go with you, do you? Very well, let's go and find some nice royal guards. Let me just get my purse." Her horn illuminated, and a designer bag accented with chrome clasps floated out from behind the desk in a radiant orange corona and hovered in the air beside Sassy.

Temujin froze. His jaw dropped. Of all the mad things that he had seen that morning, nothing compared to this. He looked at the floating, glowing bag, then at the frail little horse. The spike on its head that he had before thought was a silly ornament, glowed with the light that surrounded the floating bag.

Sassy blinked at the monster as it stared dumbly at her bag. "What? Oh, don't you start criticizing my accessories, now."

>It had been an ordinary sunny day in ponyville when a strange swirlling portal had appeared in the middle of the town square, right in front of the town hall.

>Ponies stopped to see this strange spectacle and soon a crowd had gathered.

>Pinkie Pie assumed this must have been some kind of special occasion and quickly tried to start a party, while Twilight was studying the strange vortex of magical energy.

>With a sudden crack of thunder that send ponyvillians scattering, gigantic griffon, bigger than any ever seen by pony eyes came hurtling through the vortex and smashed into the ground with a mighty crash.

>The griffon was covered metal plates and carried a large armoured saddle on its back.

>The huge beast was bleeding from scores of wounds all across its body.

>From underneath the beast, a man struggled to his feet, covered in a highly ornate armour like the griffon and carrying a large hammer in one hand.

>The ponies began to clam down and twilight carefully approached the man and the griffon.

>"Welcome to ponyville. I'm Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship. Are you ok?"

<"KARL FRANZ!"

>Twilight winced back from his shouting and a shower of spittle.

>"Nice to meet you MR Karl Franz." Pinkie Pie came bouncing out of nowhere. "You must be new in town. Are you a traveller of some kind, here to see our world and make lots of friends?"

<"I AM PRINCE AND EMPEROR!"

>"Oooh, someone big and powerful, but he's certainly not dressed for the occasion." Rarity had been looking on from afar and decided to get involved. "If you are going to throw one of your parties for him he will need some suitable attire darling." She turned to man. "Why don't you just come on over to my boutique and I'll see what I can do for you?"

>The man recoiled from Rarity, lifting his hammer, ready to strike.

<"THIS ACTION DOES NOT HAVE MY CONSENT!"

>"I think he's just a hungry fellah, how about a nice juicy apple mister?" Applejack, who had been selling apples from her cart since before the vortex appeared, held up a big red apple.

<"SIGMAR FORBIDS THIS!"

>"Maybe some apple cider then?"

<"BY SIGMAR, NO!

>"What do you want then, if you don't mind telling us" Asked Fluttershy timmidly.

<"SUMMON THE ELECTOR COUNTS!"

>>294775

>From The Depths

Muh niggah.