//------------------------------// // What - 01 (Edited as of 7 - 16 - 23) // Story: Lost with Destiny // by Hidden_Night //------------------------------// “What?” Was all that was going through my mind, yet when I stared at her. Peering into her eyes, my head began to tingle. “What the fuck?” Was all I heard through my thoughts, I saw something about another horse, only gray and holding a rock, and a lanky one who reeks of a stick in the mud. Then it just stopped, the pink girl was just going on and on about how she felt something twitchy twitch, leading her to rush around town to find this new friend. At least, a new face, something to that effect. It was a lot. Wait she’s talking to me directly now, should probably listen in. “-and then I asked around to see if anyone was going to repent a house soon! No idea who wouldn’t rent a house if they were visiting for at least a day! Look at the time! You’re definitely gonna be staying, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it would be easier to set up the party wagon and do it right here -“ blah blah blah blah blah Or not, she’s exaggerating her movements with oddly flexible forelegs, almost like they were arms. I should look into that more often, maybe I could learn a thing by watching her. Though she talks a lot, too much, it hurts my head even more than earlier, reminds me of my younger sister, really excitable and won’t shut up. Thank god for her, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to stand her. Though, I keep seeing this odd gray horse with the stick in the mud, wait no, that’s now a rock or a very convincing statue of him. Someone should do something about that, but it looks like she’s taking him home, to be fixed. Maybe? Wait is she…? Oh god, she's getting underneath the statue. I didn't want a full view of that! No! Don’t do that to a rock! Get away from that lower section! Yes, it’s rock-hard, but it’s still a rock! Can this turn off? Do I blink? Blink … OH! NO BLINKING MAKES IT WORSE! I did not want to see a face full of rock intercourse. Though for some reason she was monologuing about rocks? I feel like I learned something. Also, my butt itches, eh probably best saved for later. Oh wait, pink is still there why is she staring at me? Her eyes were shining as she gaped at something, in the excitement of seeing something happen, as she seems to stare past my shoulder, following her gaze I turned to my previously blank butt and saw an odd sight, my butt was glowing. Probably important, should check back later. Also to get her off my back, should probably do something about her too. Idea! “Anyway. It was nice meeting you, but uh! I need to use the bathroom!” I shift the back of legs into a quiver, learning from her, I wobble them to imitate needing to pee. The perfect plan, very convincing She turned back and was suprised. “Oh! The bathroom is down there!” She extended a hoof down some street corner. With a nod I burst away, speeding past her, I didn’t even know I could go this fast, with my hoof hooking a nearby post I stopped myself, then calmly entered the outhouse. It was dim, save for a lantern above me. Giving me enough light to…see that this place has been used recently and is rancid. I keep forgetting to not stare down the hole of an outhouse and it bites me in the back every time! Keeping my vomit in I just sit down and look down at my flank, deciding to see what she was staring at and was in awe about. My butt now has a picture of some rocky phallus. I got tramp stamped while I was out there didn’t I and she was just a distraction. I think it was glowing when she was staring at it so she didn’t eye up the new cock upon my ass. “What…the fuck?” Was all I could ask myself. Wasn’t entirety true, I wondered what this meant at first, then cursed. Some things were more important than thinking. Though I do have an odd idea on which rocks work best for…ew. Don’t think about the what, think about the how, that should be progress. How did I get this? Let’s see, I looked her in the eyes, out of respect, she was talking to me, and then I got into a headache which led to seeing a gray pony with the lanky fellow. Breaking eye contact or, staring deep within, to listen to her then phasing back in, led me to a different point when talking to her. A memory possibly, as it would be hard to imagine a girl would just carve a statue of her ex right then and there, then again, the very deadpan stare the gray girl was giving could indicate she was desperate and made a statue of her crush to do the gross stuff with. Then after learning about rocks and cocks, I got slapped with a photo on my ass. So, to replace having a fun stick on my rear end, I should get into eye contact with someone else and hope to learn something. Okay, theory, looking into someone’s eyes let’s me peek into someone else’s lives, a simple theory, yet should be tested on someone else. Okay turn, the knob on the outhouse to occupied and wait for someone to peek through the crack. It all happens eventually, it’s almost as big as the average bathroom stall back at the mall. So I should be able to get a good eye contact in someone. Or pony. I’ll take anyone at this point, just give me a few seconds. Sliding off the toilet seat, I stared into the open crack of the outhouse. Watching as more colorful horses walked by. Soon, I got my prize, a smaller brown horse with a colorful propeller hat walked past my stall and we made direct eye contact. Finally, I can put the theory to the test. With my head churning yet again, I saw a screen, and a kid playing a video game. Seems like the latest arcade game, Street Fighter inspired it would seem, though could be Fatal Fury. It seems he is learning about inputs and began to just do some randomly, until the horse shouted “ARE YOU OKAY?! TIMBER WOLF!” A shock to me, this was definitely Fatal Fury, but he didn’t get that move until King of Fighters, to my knowledge anyway, I’m just a dirty Terry player in Smash. I only play Marvel please trust me! With the kid scurrying off scared because someone stared back at him, he also called out for Mommy, which was adorable. I miss my mom. Button Mash, a simple 8-year-old with a crush on the local fashionista’s little sister has just beaten Fury of the Fight, the newest cabinet down at the local arcade spot. It was fun, naturally, he chose his race to represent in the arcade games. Still he couldn’t get over how fun the game was, it was like Streets of Fighters II, only faster and a whole lot more complex. At least there was only four buttons instead of six. Yet, he wondered why the bad guy just fell down the tower instead of using his wings. He thought Geese was a strong Pegasus, considering how many bits he ate up trying to beat the boss, guess not. Nevertheless, he went to the outhouses nearby before going home. He may have had one too many milkshakes while trying to impress Sweetie Belle again. He could do it at home, but it was way easier to do it out here and play on his console at home. His usual curiosity was there and just an added touch of stupidity, he peeked in the little opening of the one outhouse that’s occupied. Only to find someone beat him to the punch, staring back at him. He felt, something, as if his soul was slowly being observed from the creature in the outhouse. Yet, he couldn’t help but stare back, mouth agape as he trembles in place. After a quick snap back to his senses he felt wrong. He felt violated. His privacy shifted. His mind opened up to be viewed. He felt as if someone shifted through his body and found something of use. This feeling caused his eyes to well up in fear, as he quickly sprints back home. Yelling one word only, “Mommy!” The other ponies just watched him, it was a general occurrence for poor Button to rush back home to his mom. They still remain happy that his mom is a good parent, so he wouldn’t turn rotten. I felt my rear itch yet again, turning I finally saw it. It was glowing, allowing me to see what the pink was staring at. It was odd, I didn’t feel anything. Yet, I feel more connected, almost as if I could rip the earth asunder with my horn, or magic if the sparks had anything to say. Then it formed, a silted star crashing down and forming the energy waves that the beloved Buster Wolf that Terry usually has at the end. Huh, this could be fun if staring into the horse’s eyes gives me those headaches and these neat pictures. Also the knowledge is nice, though I can’t help but feel I’m drawing a blank on the whole cock rock thing, still know the basics but lost that edge on how to properly lubricate a rock. Best to go without that knowledge and forget about it. After all, what could possibly go wrong? And terrible trope aside, it shouldn’t, just blend in, pretend to pink that I had a lot to drink on the way here and that’s why I was in the outhouse for…I’d say 30 minutes. Yeah, a good lie. Should probably mention Taco Bell if possible.