//------------------------------// // Transportation! // Story: The Last Morphoyd // by Dark Nightshade //------------------------------// "So this is a truck?" Morpheus asked as he looked at Applejack's truck. "Yep!" Applejack said proudly as she slapped the side of it. "And this is a form of transportation?" Morpheus asked. "Yep," Applejack said. "Ain't she a beaut?" "I have no idea what that means," Morpheus said. "But sure. How can you tell that it's a female?" Applejack snorted. "It doesn't actually have a gender," she said. "It's something that some people do with their vehicle. Fluttershy! You ready?" Fluttershy nodded. "You remember how to get there, right?" Fluttershy asked. "Yep," Applejack said. "Now Morpheus, git in the back, and try not to move too much." It was much harder trying not to move than Morpheus originally thought. So much things had happened while he was trapped! The technology was extremely unfamiliar, and there were so many lights, despite it being night! Morpheus had previously been unable to properly see his new 'friends', as the exited, poofy haired girl had said, and he assumed that the girls had been unable to clearly see him as well, unless they could see in the dark. The lights and what he assumed where houses started appearing less, replaced mostly by trees. At least the trees are still here, Morpheus thought as the truck started slowing down. At first, he thought that they were at another one of those green and red light things, but then the motor shut off. "You can move now!" Applejack yelled as she opened the door. Morpheus pushed on the truck bed door, and accidentally broke it off. "Oops," he said as rolled off onto the soft ground. He stood up and looked around. The house that they had arrived at was surrounded by trees, and had a dirt path leading up to it. He looked back at the house and saw Fluttershy standing at the door, looking at him, and Applejack staring at her truck bed door, assembly with a shocked expression. "So where do you want me to stay?" Morpheus asked. Applejack made a small whining sound and Fluttershy looked at her house. "Do you think you can fit in here?" Fluttershy ask ed, pointing at her house's door. Morpheus looked at it and shook his head. "I can only shrink down a little bit, but not small enough to fit through that hole," he said. "I can probably burrow into the ground, though. That should be easy, considering how sharp my feet feel." "What are your feet made of?" Fluttershy asked. Morpheus shrugged. "The truck is making light, so lets find out," he said. He placed his foot under the light of the truck, and it shone. "It's a cymbal," Fluttershy said. "I think you're made out of instruments." "That's cool and all, but Ah gotta go," Applejack said. She lifted the bed door onto the truck, climbed into the truck, and started it. "Bye!" "Bye!" Fluttershy said and waved. "You are an interesting species," Morpheus said. "If you don't mind, I am going to study the stars for a little before I burrow." "Ok, go for it," Fluttershy said. "Just please don't draw any attention to us!" "Are you shy?" Morpheus asked. Fluttershy nodded. "Oh, then that cancels something I had planned for tomorrow." Fluttershy, even though Morpheus couldn't see, started to blush lightly. "What do mean by that?" she asked. "Well, I'm guessing that what you have on you isn't your skin," Morpheus said. "I was planning on asking you if you would mind talking it off so I could study your body and hopefully understand this species a little more. Fluttershy started blushing even more. "Well, as long as nothing too bad happens, then I guess you could," Fluttershy squeaked. "Ok then," Morpheus said. "Tomorrow you help me. Now, if you don't mind, I should study the stars now."