New Story Chapter One Draft Completed · 1:05am Jun 29th, 2019
As promised, a new story based somewhat on the one I've canceled. This will prove to be quite a bit longer than I'd expected to attempt so soon but as I've strictly limited the number of characters I'm employing down to a more manageable level and settled on far fewer plot points than Foolers, I feel confident in my ability to keep the story from creeping.
It's funny, I've been working with Firesight for about 5 years now and I've done prereads for him this entire time. I've seen him command complex stories of even greater sophistication than Fallout Equestria and yet I still can't write anything that even comes close. I guess some people got it and some people don't.
The title of the story is a work in progress but will be branded as a Fertile Ground feature. This is because I intend to write stories under this story's continuity. That is to say, Fertile Ground was set on the very day Discord was resurrected in Season 2- episode 1 and 2. This means I am once again trying to create an alternate universe around one of my stories, as silly as that probably sounds.
I'm going to be frank and tell you up front that I don't think this new story will garner much attention — at least any more than Foolers Rush In did. It's try-hard clopfiction which has a virtually non-existent market demand. Experience has proved time and time again that no one wants to sift through headcanon in a clopfic unless it's a fix-fic scenario where you're deliberately twisting the canon to meet your own ends, sorta like how Fertile Ground did it. Regardless, I do think it will be better than any of my previous work, attract most of the accounts that still follow my work and maybe but probably not gain me a few followers. I'm really not optimistic about this story at all.
This is un-edited draft so as always my usual warning that what you're about to read is subject to the change. It will be M-rated but that's to be expected. It will have fetish as the Fertile Ground name implies a bit of fun trying my hand at some of the more light-hearted kinkiness out there. I hope you like bat ponies!
“Crimson Fortune. Come in, Crimson Fortune. Do you read me, over?”
The earth mare jerked her head up slightly as the female voice came through her earbloom, a sound only she could hear on the dark, deserted dirt road. She stopped and looked over her shoulder, casually as if to adjust the harness binding herself to her nearly empty wagon but saw only the impenetrable gloom of the sky overhead; the stars muted by a bank of fog.
Satisfied she was alone, she reached up with a hoof and pressed it against her breast activating the speaker switch concealed in her dress. “Ten-Four, Sky-Captain. I just passed the border into Thestralslovakia. I’m alone and undetected!”
“Doskonały!” The voice of Sky-Captain came back, excitedly. “Though I’m not too surprised they didn’t search you. Pony friends are always welcome here, especially a lovely earth mare such as yourself!”
Roseluck shrugged out of her harness and tugged at the flap of the topmost bag with her teeth. “Didn’t give me much comfort while I was talking to that guard! Celestia’s sake, he was not only wearing hides, but he was writing on a piece of paper made of animal skin!” Her voice cracked as she spoke, the latter realization having only struck her at that moment.
Sky-Captain laughed mirthfully at the earth pony’s discomfort. “Guards at the military crossings aren’t so concerned about your Equestrian sensibilities, Crimson Fortune. In fact, many take great delight in tweaking them. Besides, you knew what you were signing up for when you came here!”
Roseluck found what she was looking for, a flask of potion enchanted with a powerful prophylactic enchantment and chugged it down noisily in a single breath. The party mare’s libido wasn’t slowing down any time soon, she figured, so she wasn’t ready for foals of her own. The potion brought an odd coolness to her body, dropping her core body temperature back to the equine norm. “Please, don’t shame me now when you’ve been so chill with me already!”
“I’m just teasing you, Rosie Rosebutt!” The voice laughed again. “You know I’m very impressed with you for getting your hooves on one of these crystal communicators. I didn’t think I’d be able to make out anything you were saying from such a distance. I expected you to sound like yelling from one end of a can with some string!”
Roseluck grit her teeth. “Shh! Don’t use my real name! They may be monitoring us!”
“Who, the guards at the border you’ve infiltrated or the Equestrian Guardsponies you stole these crystals from?” the voice replied smugly.
“Gah! This is not the time for compounding my suffering, Sky-Captain!” Roseluck ripped open a much larger bag just beneath the first one and placed it inside, removing a pony-sized full-body black neoprene wetsuit before zipping herself into it — a ‘gift’ from the soldiers at the Stalliongrad Joint Special Forces Command Center. No time to bother fiddling with the wires on my communicator buried inside of my clothes. I'm going to be a real sight coming out of this thing still wearing my dress! “And I’ll have you know that crystal wasn’t stolen! It was a gift from the stallions of Mammatus Air Wing D at Neighvarro Air Station!” And a few of the mares too but she didn’t feel like divulging this information. “They just didn’t report it to their commanders... ”
The giggling voice fought to compose itself. “A likely story. And one you may regale me of later! But for now, you have an important mission to focus on. Behave yourself… Scarlet Misfortune!”
“Oh, ha ha…” Roseluck clipped a pair of wire-cutters, a machete, and a small digging tool to her back before withdrawing four oddly-shaped boots with a donut-shaped sole and putting them on. From one of her wetsuit’s many, many pouches she plucked out one final item of interest, a pair of goggles.
“How about while I prepare to go off into the scary murder forest, you do your bit for this evening and try to naviguess my way through this impending disaster?” She fastened them snugly around her eyes. The colors around her began to blur into dark and bright spots. She could make out animals hiding in the forest all around her as fiery blobs of red heat even through the foliage which had matched the temperature of the air around it. “You know, do your job instead of making bad jokes?”
“You are such a negative little pony!” The voice finally lost its teasing tone and became more encouraging. “In fact, I’m not worried for you at all. All these years of training have lead you to this day. Neither fangs or claws nor Ursa Major will stop you. Crimson Fortune... you will not fail.”
Onward!
I appreciate the compliment! But I’ve been at this a lot longer than you, and I’m still learning myself. Believe me, I can see the difference between how you wrote when I first saw your stuff and now. You’re trying to improve and challenge yourself, and that’s the main thing. Don’t be discouraged by the response rate; you have to write for yourself first and foremost, and I tend to think the other stuff--the likes and follows--will happen over time. Keep writing, and I’ll keep editing! And vice-versa, of course...