Ashley backed up from the crowned pony. Her mane was erethral and looked like... it was tangible magic if it were even possible. It was made up of two stripes of differing light blues, a single stripe of pale green, and a single stripe of a pale pink. The alabaster pony’s mane flicked wildly as if it were imitating fire.
Her face was that of pure and unadulterated rage. The temperature in the room began to rise. The larger pony took a step forward. It looked as if she were on thin ice and she wanted to avoid breaking it but even with how soft the step looked, her hoof cracked the tiled floor.
With mane and tale both flicking agitation, the mare looked up and directly into Ashley’s eyes. It was as if the magenta coloring of her eyes were on fire. She’d only been more scared than she is now only one other time in her life.
It was about three years ago when she had fallen off a bridge and onto train tracks in the Greater Chicago Metropolitan Sector. She had a day off from her old job at the office and went out to enjoy the night. She’d gotten a little buzzed and lean on a faulty railing and fell straight off the bridge. When she hit the ground both of her legs were broken as well as her left wrist. The two o’clock freight train that came every night was right on schedule. She saw it only after it came around a bend and was far too late to crawl out of the way. She braced herself and waited for the inevitable... that didn’t come.
She found herself glowing light brown, the same color as her eyes, and floating upwards and towards the bridge. Staring down that train was the scariest moment of her life and it didn’t stack up to a large techno-colored horse trying to look threatening. Although it did frighten her at first, it started to do so less the more she looked at her situation. This one was obviously the leader which meant order that those other ponies were sent after her. This mean that she was wholly responsible for dooming her world. Ashley’s frightened look faded into one of calm indifference.
“What, are you doing, in my students body, human?” the large mare asked. It sounded as if she were giving it her all not to yell.
Ashley thought about whether or not she should even address the world killer. Fuck it. Everyone is dead anyways, right? What’s the point of hiding it?
Apparently Ashley didn’t answer quickly enough for the pony’s taste. “TELL ME! WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THE BODY OF TWILIGHT SPARKLE?!” Guards rushed in but stopped in the doorway because a pony on an adjacent cot held up a hoof.
Ashley’s ears were ringing and she found herself on the far side of the cot she occupied due to the sheer power of her voice. It then hit her that it was only a simple voice amplification spell. It was considered extremely rude to use this spell when talking face to face with someone... at least it was on earth anyways. She clenched her eyes shut. Ashley suddenly started to feel the feelings rise back up from when the portal first closed... only with a new feeling added to the maelstrom of emotions. She was angry... no, furious at the pony before her for condemning innocent ten billion people to death.
The human turned pony looked down and away as angry tears started to fall. “You want to know what I was doing?” she asked in a near whisper. “You want to know what the fuck I was doing?!” she yelled. “I was trying to save my planet, you son of a bitch, and because of you they’re all going to fucking die!!” she screamed as she looked directly into the crowned ponies eyes. “Because of you, ten billion innocent people are going to be incinerated by an asteroid impact. I was the only hope to save the planet and you’ve gone and ruined it.”
It looked like this momentarily derailed the crowned ponies anger as her expression wavered for a few seconds but she put back on a face of rage. Ashley continued. “Because of you, every living thing on my planet will die. The blood is on your hooves, I hope you are happy.” she finished with a dejected look.
The large pony only narrowed her gaze.
Sand was being kicked up from the helicopter’s rapidly spinning blades. Ambassador Michael Anderson dusted off his suit after he boarded the aircraft. It felt a little unsteady being on trailer but it didn’t matter. He was the last hope of stopping interplanetary war with the inhabitants of this planet. Even as he looked out the windows, he could see the soldiers were ready to crush any and every form of resistance this place has to offer to save their home. Suddenly the portal let out a high pitched warble as more trucks carrying heavier vehicles such as tanks and attack helicopters came through. Construction crews followed them out. They were going to make a base here after all.
A man in a reflective vest gave a thumbs up signaling they were cleared for take off and the pilot nodded. The aircraft lurched upward and toward settlement that was the place she was likely taken. Hopefully he would be to strike a deal with whoever has Ashley Sebelius. Otherwise it will just be a slaughter. He looked out the window to see two transport helicopters to his left and he could only imagine just as many were on the right.
The sun peeked over the horizon signaling the start of what was going to be a really long day.