Horse La Horse Season 2: Desperate Struggle

by Stegtorn

Episode 6: Decent Ponypest Motel

The train rattled and shook, the clink and clunk of the tracks almost rhythmically trying to put you to rest. Not only did the bristles on the hairy arm of your partner disturb you, but so did a thought that kept plucking at your silly head. Never one for thinking, you fight almost as hard as you do against your enemies whenever a silly thought tries to weasel it's way in. But this one, oh boy this one.

"Yo, Will," you say, straightening your slouching boy up. Only a few minutes leaning against the pane of train car and you're stiff.

"Yessir," he says resolutely, casting his hard glare at you.

You peer over the seat before continuing, nose and eyes just poking over the fabric of the seat like Kilroy (or Chad, for those across the pond). The entire carriage was empty. Not surprising, who would want to go to the capital when it's taken over by villains? You'd just be asking to get mugged.

"You're an old man, right?"

"I detest that," he declares, crossing his arms, "but yes."

"You ever loved anyone?"

Iron Will huffed, fogging up your window and coating your face in droplets. DISGUSTING. You wipe it off on the seat in earnest as he begins to talk.

"I have, many-a-time. Ponies just love hands. But my rambunctious days are over; and I, naturally, have settled down with a minotaur of the gentler sex," he says proudly.

"Well where is she? I didn't see her at the farm."

"Things are complicated," he grumbles.

There is a brief pause, and then suddenly he demands to know why you ask.

"I'm sort of having trouble with someone I'm suppose to be together with and," the sap was making you sick already. You twirl your hands around and gag to explain away the rest.

"What happened, son?" he questions, patting your back. This nearly knocks you out of your seat.

"In short: I beat up her teacher really bad, and got her hometown captured by a bunch of evil folks."

"Ahh, quite similar to my own story," he says, arching his back and stretching, "well, if you take my advice I'd just stay away for now. Things will sort themselves out, or they won't. But being a man means shielding your emotions away and pretending you never did anything wrong."

What stup(id)endous advice.

The rest of the ride is about as interesting as it can be on a train. Will pinches the butt on one of the stewardesses, she almost knocks his teeth out, all good fun. When you finally get off, your legs are like jelly. That "after-the-movie" feeling has got itself right in your knees. You nearly collapse in shock when you actually pick your head up and look at what has happened to Canterlot. The massive hole in the palace is still being repaired, and it looks as if dozens of houses have been leveled just for the new creation of a massive building. You turn toward the train attendant, mouth agape, and ask what the hell that massive red thing is.

"Oh, that," she says cutely, smiling, "that's the hotel where all the contestants for the competition are staying! Although you can't see it now, close by it is also the arena."

"They destroyed half the town for a giant arena?"

"Well," she says, "yeah. They're evil you know!"

"Was anyone hurt?"

"Oh, no, not at all. Just displaced."

"Evil enough," Iron Will says, striding by you, his luggage bag slung over his back.

You hop along right behind him, waving goodbye to the pretty mare and look ahead, toward your future. This scheme was gonna be a rough one to pull off. But you're determined to right your wrongs. You'll save Celestia, wrest Canterlot from the mitts of the Mega Forces, and make nice with Twilight.

The streets still have a lot of ponies in them, some looking dejected, others quite chipper. You notice changelings, bugpones, floating about and within the members of the crowd. They're holding weapons, probably the new guards. You elbow Iron Will and motion to them, he says something about henchmen.

You see quite a few large monsters all heading to the same place, competition to fight, you bet. There is a grumpy looking, scarred up unicorn taking entry cards. You and your boy get in without a hitch, proudly presenting the Mega Forces business card, apparently they don't hand that out too much. Your special treatment stops after being waived of the "trial" testing however, and your herded over to the hotel.

It's quite grand actually, maybe a bit of an improvement aesthetically compared to the rest of Canterlot. It was huge, box shaped by decorated in its architecture similar to Gothic cathedrals. For some reason, they thought it wise to adorn the entirety of it with large banners depicting the current members of the Mega Forces, all smugly grinning at the droves entering their newly constructed hotel.

You waltz past the attendant waving people in, ignoring his words until now, soaking in the sights.

"Welcome to HOTEL MEGA!" he shouts right in your ear, grandiose and with vigor, as if to punctuate the end of whatever speech he was spewing. The camera pans up, following your eyes as you look up at the banners while entering, seeing them from an odd angle. What a shot!

Ear drums popped, but spirit at a high, you're shocked to see how many are crowded in such the lobby. An earth pony bellhop giddy rips your bags from your arms and declares that he'll take you to your room. You try to reason with him, and say you haven't even checked in yet, but it's no use, and you have to charge after him to make sure your shit doesn't get stolen. You lose sight of Iron Will among the crowd and bustling visitors, but you didn’t worry for now. He's a big boy.

Looking at some of these visitors, you’re not sure how to feel. Of course there are a bunch of regular looking ponies, even some zebras and griffons. But poking out like sore thumbs, the “oddities”. Creatures pretty much like you, a glomb of greenish goo, slicking around, clearing the crowd around him. A well dressed, snobbish looking little mudpone, perhaps not so deserving of his dirty heritage. A slimy little hunchbacked lizard, turning over his hands while slithering around. Just like you, they're searching the crowd for their competition. You’re gonna have to fight some of these folks, maybe not all of them but at least a few. Not that you’re having doubts, but meh, it’ll be a lot of work.

There is one that really stands out to you. Menacing wouldn't even begin to describe him. He parted the crowd like the Red Sea, tall, on-fire, and banded by odd iron rings. It was a walking, humanoid slog of magma, constantly flowing inside its magically contained form. Two churning coals for eyes scanned the room before him as a shivering bellhop led him toward the elevator. You wonder if you could take on such a fierce fiery foe. Only time and further alliterations will tell. . .

You get a room on the fourth floor, #403 to be exact. It’s “compact”, but close to the stairs, so that’s something. You tip the bellhop by letting him in on the secret that hollowing out a jalapeno can allow it to be used as a makeshift fleshlight if he’s desperate. With a grimace and a look of disgust he slams the door behind him, leaving you to your lonesome.

You flop back onto your new bed, hoping icky stains and bedbugs weren’t just out of view, and stare up at the ceiling. When will your first match be? Who will it be against? How long will you and Iron be able to last?

The TV in the room flicks on itself, the sound of it warming up reminding you of home actually. The colors are slightly faded, but you make out the unmistakable face of Discord, the other Mega Forces behind him.

“Hello there friends! You have chosen, or been chosen, to be relocated to one of our finest hotels. All your needs, from essentials like meals to lovely little extras like massages, will be paid for by us while you remain here. Rest well, and be sure to check out the bracket in the lobby, tomorrow will be the first round of fights! Depending on your skill rating, you may be slotted against a pairing of weaker villains, or you yourself may have to contend solo. This first round of eliminations will go by quicker than you think, and your true skills will be tested!"

He cackles madly, the MF logo appears, a sponsor says something about bird watching guides, and it shuts off. You roll your eyes and give a hand wave, mumbling "meh" for no one else but yourself. Mini-fridge, mini-tv, mini-bed, classic hotel, motel, holiday inn. It's cozy though, the only other part to the room was the bathroom, but it felt nice. You scroll open the window shades, overlooking the patio surrounded on three sides by more hotel and OH! A POOL!

You didn't bring your floaties, but hell if you weren't gonna go for a dip anyway. Fuck the lobby, you'll go later when it isn't crowded by fifteen bajillion other people all trying to look at the brackets too. You've got the whole day to finally relax after all that training with Iron Will, might as well use it.

Towel under arm, and nothing on but your skivvies, you scramble down the stairs leading to the patio, surprisingly not seeing anyone. You throw open the emergency exit and gallop right for that crystal blue pool. The smell of chlorine and summer! You're so pumped you don't notice the big ol' orange pony standing proudly in front of you, and you tumble right over her. She's knocked to the ground with you, tumbling to the sun baked stone.

"Oh, it's you."

"Yes, it's me," Sunset (sun)beams, picking herself up and blasting all the dust off herself with a spell.

"You're in the comp too?" you ask, dusting yourself off regular.

She knocks you with a spell that hastens the process but you don't thank her, "yes I am. I see you've come with a friend."

"How do you know?" you ask, whipping your head around, looking for Iron Will. He always shows up out of nowhere.

"I saw you at the train station," she flicks her hair back and then hands you your discarded towel, "you've paired up with a minotaur?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Just making conversation," she shrugs. As you would expect a pony shrugging looks highly unnatural.

"Well I'm going for a dip, catch you 'round, Sunset," you say haughtily.

She rolls her eyes and trots off, but you see her flick her tail as she leaves. You've seen that tail flick before, somewhere . . .

"Relaxing, finally, by my lonesome," you sigh, eyes lidded against the brightness of the sun. The coolness of the water on your lower half, the warmth of the sun on your upper body. Your muscles are already loosening from their tense state. Being such a small pool, you're half-squat floating in the water, so its more like a coldtub. The Jacuzzi of chillin' out instead of heating up.

"Yes, all by our lonesome," a huge, bristle boar of an arm wraps around your neck like a boa constrictor, the voice of Iron Will tickling your eardrums. Hot breath heats up your sensitive skin, sending one of those "hot chills" down your spine.

He squeezes you closer, stuffing your face in his chest and kissing your head before releasing you, "you ok little buddy?"

"Y-yeah, fine," voice hoarse and jaw clenched like a mousetrap.

"Did you talk to Sunset Shimmer yet? What a gal, real go-getter. She met me in my room, wished me good luck. Says she's an old friend of yours!"

You nearly jump out of your boxers, "an old friend!?"

"As she puts it," he begins elbowing you and grinning, "was she an old flame?"

"Was that a pun?" you grunt, a deep pain piercing your soul. This was suppose to be a relaxing outing!

"So, you know who you're fighting?" Will asks, glancing over at you, pulling gently at his own nose ring.

"Nah, didn't check," you ease back next to him, consigning to your fate of nestling against Iron Will's barrel chest.

"Well, I'm up against some sucker called Ahuizotl, and you're going up against Smooze? Silly names but, should be easy, at least at this level — I'm confident we'll dominate," he gives you a mighty thumbs up, the shine of his teeth nearly blinding you.

You flinch, feeling an incoming nuggie that never lands, "yeah same," you finally reply.

"Smooze," he tastes the word, almost mooing with those double-Os.

"Owie zoe tell," you say slowly, trying to pronoun it right.

The two of you recline for a few hours, but eventually split up after awhile, both mumbling something about prepping for the battles. You exchange your extra room keys just in case of emergencies. No training today, just a mental psyche up. You go to bed early after snacking on little bottles of liquor, and a BIG PEGASUS cinnamon roll in the mini-fridge. Thankfully all the XXX movies and snacks were automatically paid for with your room, otherwise you'd be about $300 (converted from bits and adjusted for inflation) in the hole.

Smooze will be your opponent, and this time, all you've got are your wits and Iron Will's training. You've fought tougher, but somethings telling you this won't be an easy brawl.

IN THE NEXT EPISODE:
Will Anonymous be able to defeat this mysterious combatant, The Smooze?
What did Sunset Shimmer's tail flick really mean?
Can Iron Will prevail against his foe, Ouchie oats all?
FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON, HORSE LA HORSE SEASON 2

Comments

[DRaily]

A fight against a living slime monster... Just like in my Chinese cartoons I hide under my bed then...

[StardustSurvivor]

8001341 In other words; "I've seen enough hentai to know where THIS is going."