//------------------------------// // Day to day // Story: StoneHeart // by JT //------------------------------// I don't know how long I cried, or when I fell asleep. But I could still feel the sadness, the despair, but most of all, I could feel myself beginning to not care. I awoke with a start, the grey walls and floor greeting me. I slowly got up. I checked myself for any tampering, and any other malfunctions. I was good, nobody messed with me, so I'm okay. I slowly got up, I stretched and moaned as some of my joints popped and stretched. I was still in the communications room, and I still felt a little bad about Rosa. "Don't Think about that HK. They're gone and you're still here, so you're top priority!" The words hurt, but I was right, I couldn't help them. I decided to take full stock of my gear. I was still wearing my Trench coat, but the matte black cloth was absolutely destroyed. Rips lined the cloth and it had more holes in it than a bad plot-line. My pants were in little better condition, stains dotted them, along with some holes and rips. Their original grey color had turned into a light black and brown. My boots were hardly even there, just leather scraps held on by a few strings. I surmised that I probably stunk as all hell, and, I lifted my arm and sniffed my own pit. I immediately recoiled and soon, tears were streaking down my face. It felt like I had just gotten punched in the nose by Thomas the Tank Engine! "Well, time for a bath and some new clothes." I decided to run a check over my weapons as well. I reached down and plucked my pistol from my thigh, the magnetic locks disengaging as I did so. I brought my hand up and placed the gun on a nearby table, soon followed by my claymore. Both weapons looked in decent shape........but they could be better. The pistol, despite having seen limited use, had small bits of tarnish on the metal. The sword, was pretty dull, I would have to fix that. I mentally smacked myself as I forgot the knives I had. So, with a quick draw, I had them on the table as well. They were in excellent condition, the mono-molecular edge was stupendously sharp, and the grips were still tough. I turned my attention back to the pistol. I liked it, I really did, but it wasn't my style. So I decided to get me some new 'Home-made' gear. I started off by cycling through the schematics of the thousands of firearms I had stored in my memory. I kept 'scrolling' through, passing different models and makes, until I had found one I wanted. The Python model 44.Magnum, a powerful handgun that both demanded fear and respect. I selected the model and ran it into my AI chip. (Which I still needed to name.) Once the digital being received the file, I ordered it to be made, once I confirmed that materials around me could be used, the process would take about five minutes for the gun itself and about three hours for the ammunition dump for it, to be made. I busied myself with cycling through some more models, this time for a Hunting rifle. I pulled up the schematics for the guns and cycled through once more. I skipped some other models, such as the Winchester 30-30 and the Remington 30-06. I kept scrolling until I found a model I rather liked and set it to be made. The Mosin-Nagant 49. Model was a big rifle, and bolt action, I added on a 10-30 times zoom telescopic sight on it, and after all this, I would have to wait around a day for everything to be made for it. "Okay, now that that's done, let's go take a bath!" Grabbing my bag of riches, I set for the door. The town was nice, really nice. I still had some occasional glances every now and then, but the Ponies didn't really hate me. Just kind of dealt with my presence. I patted the money bag I had tied on to me, and its reassuring jingle and weight told me I had enough to spare. First things first was to find a tailor and commission some new clothes, then find a bathhouse, and use its services. I continued to walk through the town, noticing some shops such as 'Golden Ray's flowers!' and 'Strong steel's construction Company!' I passed other stores and, it wasn't very long, until I was lost. I kept taking corner after corner, and road after road and street after street, but to no avail. So I swallowed my pride and asked for directions. I looked around for some immobile ponies, and, just as luck would have it, there she was. I puffed up my chest and walked across the road to the Unicorn. Passing by some other equines. I had reached said pony, who was currently lounging on a bench with a can labeled 'Pony-Cola' balanced on her stomach. I walked on up to her and tapped her shoulder. "Excuse me ma'am, my designation is HK48, and I am currently lost, do you think you could point me in the direction of a Tailor?" The pony I asked was mint green, with a white mane and a picture of a harp as a CutieMark. She never even looked at me as she pointed a hoof down the street, towards some sort of carousel-like house. "That's the place you want, but hey don't mind me, just that crazy Human obsessed mare telling you." That struck me as odd. I could tell her I was human, or I could just say thanks. I decided on the latter. "Okay well thank you, and you're not crazy." I turned and headed towards the building she pointed to. My boots made soft crunching noises against the dirt. Once I reached the building, I opened the door and stepped inside, ringing the service bell as I entered. "Just a minute Darling!" A sing song voice echoed from upstairs. I waited for a little while and took in my surroundings. Pony shaped mannequins lined the wall and dresses of every color sat on racks. A few mirrors here and there, along with a raised dais for which I presumed were for taking measurements. A few seconds later I heard hoofsteps hit the floor I was currently on. "Hello and welcome to carousel Boutique! Where everything is Shique and Uniqu-!" The white pony I had met the earlier day, stood there with a nervous look on her face, her eyes darting back and forth. "Oh! um, I wasn't expecting you here! My, uh, Deepest condolences Mr....?" I waved a off her condolences and settled in with a smile. "Thanks, and it's HK48, or just HK for short." She returned the smile, which dropped when she saw my clothes. "OH MY GOSH! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ATTIRE!?" After I had regained my hearing, I stood back up from my protective crouch. Regarding her with a more suspicious look. "Alot of things, self-defense, and being impaled at the top of them." She gasped, but quickly regained her posture. "Oh.....well.....How can I be of service?" "I'm just here to get some new threads is all. Can you help me?" "Of course! Can you pay for it?" I patted the bag by my side, a fat jingle escaping from it. "Probably." She motioned to the dais in the middle of the floor and asked me to remove my clothes. I stepped behind a privacy curtain and set to stripping down. Peeling off my coat, next came my boots, pants, and finally my shirt and boxers. So there I stood, stark naked, in the middle of a seamstresses house. "Eh, I've had weirder." I stepped past the Privacy curtain and into the middle of the dais, my junk hanging in the wind for all to see. I looked over to Rarity, to see her walking towards me with a measuring tape. Immediately, she set to work, measuring my arms and biceps, neckline, chest, ass, and other parts of my body. I shivered as I felt the cold metal touch my sack, and nearly fell over when she lifted my scrotum up with a hoof, and measured all the way around. She hummed in contemplation. "six and a half inch scrotum circumference, I can work that into any leggings." "Well, I was built to be as potent as possible." She blushed and let go of my jewels, Before snapping the tape back and stepping aside. "All finished, do you have any ideas?" So, I quickly told her of my wishes and paid her the due amount. Once she finished counting the money, she asked me to turn her sign over to 'Closed' "Why, it's the middle of the day?" "Well, you see, I have a spa day with Fluttershy to go to." "What's a spa?" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Oh sweet Roses, this feels good." I sighed contently as delicate hooves rubbed out the knots and muscle ties in my back, slowly spreading a luke-warm oil over my skin. "I'm coming back here. Every.Fucking.Day!"