//------------------------------// // Here Comes M'aiq // Story: M'aiq in Equestria // by Alternate Universe Maiq //------------------------------// M’aiq is out cold. What could he do now? He knows! He will get 45.5413 puppies and jungle them with his tail, while reciting Ragnar the Red and eating the world’s rarest truffle. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do in a dream? No? M’aiq is very disappointed in you. “Hello. Slave.” He is not a slave. He is M’aiq. His eyes shoot wide open. Revealed to M’aiq was a… gas unicorn? Gas. Unicorn. Unicorn and gas. A unicorn that is made out of gas? “Hello. Toy.” “Moo. M’aiq is a buffalo. Moo.” “Cute…” What do you want M’aiq to do? Pretended that he is the Elf Queen of the Thalmor? “M’aiq thinks that you look like a bumbling idiot.” Said an unamused M'aiq “Fool! Do you know who I am? I am King Sombra!” he said boastfully. “And M’aiq is a liar. Believe none of those things.” “How dare you.” Irritation raised in his voice. Off in the distance, coming from the castle. An alarm type sound was heard. “Aahh… I will deal with you later.” Sombra left toward the crystal castle. M’aiq looked as confused as he was hungry. he never really finished that pie. He started to walk around. He noticed that the fairground was mostly empty. Where did all the ponies go? If he encountered a gas unicorn, he would run too. he continues to walk until he is met with a crowd of ponies. They seem to be encircling a covered up statue. He wonders what it could be. A pontoon? Wait. What’s a pontoon? Why would M’aiq say such an absurd thing like that? A pony bumps into the covered statue knocking over its cover along with a crystal in the shape of a heart, this heart is sent flying toward M'aiq. WHACK! Agh. Gah. Bleh. M’aiq is okay. He might be growing a horn now. But, he is okay. “He’s back! I can’t take it!” screamed a pony. Were those stars there before? he is never quite sure about these sorts of things. another heart is sent flying and whacks him in the chest. This whack sends M’aiq flying to a giant snow flake inscribed on the ground. Two sharp blue pillars come up from the ground and down the celling. It’s a good thing M’aiq was standing off to the side or else he would become a Khajiit bob. M’aiq tries to walk away. But, his hand seems to be glued to the heart. How did his left hand get glued to the crystal? Did a glue fairy glue M’aiq's hand to this stone? If so, he can add one more thing to M’aiq’s list of M’aiq do not want, it will sit up there along with mudcrabs. The crystal glows with a brilliant white light. Energy is sent through the entirety of his body. His body convulses, leaving no room for voluntary movement. “M’aiq is in great pain!” Glue fairy, M’aiq will get you! A little zap there, burnt fur there and a nice cozy fire perched on top of M’aiq’s tail. “M’aiq is on fire! Someone! Help M’aiq!” He is drenched in water. Coldness surrounds him, his body moving ever so slightly. M’aiq wishes for warm sands now. At least his hand is free now. “Gosh, partner. Didn’t realize you were there. Sorry ‘bout that.” Call out an orange mare. “M’aiq thinks that you are insensitive.” “Well gosh. Is there anythin’ Ah can do tah make ya feel better?” “Pet M’aiq.” “Okay. By the way mah name’s Applejack.” “Hello Applejack. M’aiq wishes you well. Now, pet M’aiq” Applejack places one of her fore hooves on M’aiq’s head. He enjoys the way Applejack pets M’aiq. So soft. Wait. NO! This is painful! It feels like someone took a stump and harshly rubbed it against your face. He did not wish for this. “SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” M’aiq never thought his back could bend like that. His face flat on the ground. He lays motionless. Space Core sits peacefully on M’aiq’s back. “space. Ohh. Hay lady. Lady. Lady. Hay lady. Who are you?” “Mah name’s Applejack.” “Applejack? Are. Are. Are you a cereal box?” “Beg your pardon?” “Cereal box! When I go to space, you will be the very first cereal box to go to space. Go to space with me.” “But Ah’m a pony.” Her eyes widen and her ears set aback. “Noooo. You’re a cereal box! Go. To. Space.” Irritated, M'aiq rolled over knocking Space Core off his back in the process. “Argh. What are you two complaining about? M’aiq can’t handle all of these noises.” “Hello, M’aiq. Meet cereal box.” “Serial box? What? M’aiq only sees an orange pony with a weird looking hat.” “Cereal box. Not pony. Cereal box. Let’s take her to space with us.” “Space Core. What is M’aiq going to do with you? And it’s Serial” “Cereal.” “Serial.” “Cereal.” “Serial.” Pink flash. Pink pony. On top of M’aiq’s back. Again. “What are you doing Meany Mic’mean Pants?” “Hi pink pie! Go to space with me and cereal box.” “ENOUGH! M’aiq had enough!” M’aiq threw the pink pony off of him. Fire in his eyes. Both of his hands were as hot as the sun itself. He put them together, and out came the dragon’s breath. Space Core, Applejack and the pink pony all screamed in horror. Before the Khajiit’s furry reached them, a chief’s delight came forth and shielded them. It dissipated the fire, but at a cost. It sat on the ground, burnt to a crisp. “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! M’aiq burnt his sweet roll!” M’aiq rushed over to his sweet roll and spoke.“sweet roll! Can you hear M’aiq?” So brittle the roll, with the slightest touch, it could crumble. M’aiq did not care. He picked up his sweet roll up and it burst into its core elements. “NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Tears filled his eyes. “M’aiq promises he will never let his angry get the better of him again. M’aiq promises to you sweet roll! He will always remember you!” cereal box, he mean, Applejack stands up, walks over to the grief stricken Khajiit and pats him on the back. “It’s okay. Ah’m sure we can get Pinkie Pie over there tah bake you a new sweet roll.” “really?” “Really really.” M’aiq picks Applejack and gives her the most joyous hug that he could muster. So grateful M’aiq is, he could lick her. Not in a sensual way, no. It is tradition among us Khajiit to lick instead of kiss to show affection toward the opposite sex. It is the same way that you would kiss your mother on the cheek. “Woah! Slow down there partner. We need to get room first if ya gonna pull that off,” Applejack giggles. “Now. Let’s get your tail patched up. It looks more burnt than the sky on the 4th of July. Fluttershy! Fluttershy! Dang nabit! Where did she run off to this time?” This is going to be a long day. It does not matter to M’aiq. He is sleepy. Time for M’aiq’s cat nap! he curls up into a ball on the ground. Passing off the missing mare in action, as nothing more than a slightly lost friend of Applejack. He failed to notice a lizard from behind. Whack! “M’aiq’s back! Not again!”