Chapter III
“HRRNG!”
Sunlight was beaming into the window. Right into a certain red and black pegasus’s eyes.
Blitz decided he had awoken to worse hangovers before. He had dreamed about fighting some strange scarecrow monster with his friends when they had been saved by some magic, indigo haired young woman. All he could think about at the moment was that he had a headache and needed a cigarette. As these thoughts ran through his mind someone started poking him in his side.
“ Not the first time I’ve woken up in this situation.” he thought to himself, as a mischievous smile spread on his face.
Rolling over he quickly grabbed the offending appendage and pulled its owner down into a hug.
“Hey what’s the bi-” a voice said before Blitz pulled the speaker further down for a kiss.
“ Ya know it would be better if you kissed ba-” Blitz started as he opened his eyes and saw who he was kissing.
Scratch that not who.......What.
Staring back at him, wide eyed with a hint of red creeping into its face, was a blue horse with multi-colored hair.As the realization sank into his brain the horse suddenly pulled free from his now loose hug and shot to the other side of the room in a rainbow blur.
“ Hey! What’s the-I mean why-Who are-” the blue horse stuttered still recovering from the stealth smooch.
Blitz said something smart and witty then like
“HRRNG!” before flailing about in a futile attempt against the sheet he was wrapped in, before he fell off of the bed.
“Talking demon horse!” he exclaimed from his new position on the floor.
“Hey I’m not a demon!” the cyan pegasus stated vehemently.
“WHY SANITY? WHY HAST THOU FORSAKEN ME?” Blitz screamed to no one in particular raising his arms into the air. Or what should have been his arms.
Looking in wonder at his upper appendages Blitz saw that where earlier he had two arms, he now had to red and black striped legs ending in a set of hooves. Glancing at the blue horse on the other side of the room, he began to realize something. Something that a talking horse could not compare to.
“Hey I’m talking to you!” exclaimed the bird horse.
“Oh God........I’m a horse!”
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The large earth stallion levered himself up slowly to a sitting position. As he did so the three fillies in front of him continued to ask questions.
“Are you a farm pony?” asked the cream colored filly with the red mane and pink bow, pointing at his worn grey cowboy hat lying beside him.
“You’re not a ghost are you?” the orange one with the purple mane and wings demanded.
“What are these?” asked the pearl white one with the light lavender mane and horn, pointing at the metal tags dangling from a chain around his neck.
Case took all of this in stride, reeling in all of his own questions. Looking at the three fillies in front of him he smiled easily.
“One question at the time, please.” he rumbled in his deep voice.
At this the three turned quickly and began whispering too low for him to hear. Wondering if he had offended them in some way, Case was suprised when the three whirled back asking the same question together.
“Why is your cutie mark on your front leg instead of your flank?”
“Mah what?” drawled the draft horse.
“Yer cutie mark. Ya know, the mark ya git when ya find yer special talent.” the cream colored filly said.
Looking down at where his left arm should have been Case saw a muscular steel grey leg, with bluish-black tribal work descending from his shoulder to where it terminated at a black hoof.
“Hmmm......ain’t that interestin.” he thought to himself. Realizing he couldn’t do anything about it the cowboy simply shrugged to himself before answering the question.
“Ya mean mah tattoo?” he asked pointing at the intricate swirling pattern with his other hoof.
“You’re what?” asked white filly.
“It’s a tattoo. Uhmm.....kinda like a drawin that’s permanent.” Case explained.
“So it’s not a cutie mark?” asked the orange filly.
“Not that Ah’m aware.....” the big pony replied.
“Ok, next question! What are those?” asked the white filly pointing at the metal tags dangling around his neck.
Looking down at the small metal squares it took Case a moment to reply.
“Nothin important......” he said quietly.
“Mind if Ah ask a question?” Case said quickly changing the subject before the three could reply.
“Sure!” they piped in together.
“What’s ya’lls names?”
“Oh we fergot to introduce ourselves girls!” the red haired filly said.
“Sorry about that! Ah’m Applebloom and this here’s-” said the cream colored filly before the orange one interjected.
“I’m Scootaloo!” said the little pegasus.
“And I’m Sweetie Belle!” the white unicorn stated.
“Hmm.....Applebloom, Scootaloo, ‘n’ Sweetie Belle.” Case said, indicating each with a nod of his head.
“Nice ta meet ya’ll.”
“So what’s your name?” asked Sweetie Belle intently.
“Most folks call me Case.” he stated. At this his stomach rumbled loudly, causing Case to smile apologetically.
“Oh ya must be hungry! Why dontcha come into the house and get somthin ta eat.” Applebloom stated excitedly, after all the Apples were known for their cooking.
“Ah don’t know if that's a good-” Case started before he was interrupted by Applebloom.
“Aw, c’mon it’ll be fun, plus Granny Smith loves ta meet new ponys.”
Seeing that he wasn’t going to win this argument, Case retrieved his hat from the floor and followed the three out of the barn into the slackening rain.
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He was in the desert. No.....not the desert. He was in Hell. Pinned behind a wall by gunfire, in a small backwater town in Iraq, with a name he couldn’t pronounce, Hell seemed to fit perfectly.
As the bullets continued to impact on the wall beside him, he couldn’t help but think of the things in life he had wasted. His chance with Brittany. Going to college on a full ride scholarship. Not joining the Army and getting killed.
As these thoughts ran through his head, the soldier looked across the street at two of his squad pinned behind a small pickup truck. The only two left on that side of the street.....The only two left with nowhere to go.
Even as he watched the windows of the small pickup blew out as the heavy AK-47 slugs impacted into them, showering the two soldiers taking cover with shards of glass.
The sergeant of the squad called for suppressive fire so they could cross.
“How far is that gap? 20,30 yards?” he thought to himself, rolling around the corner of the building and firing his M4 on full-auto.
As the hail of bullets drove their assailants behind cover the smaller of the two soldiers behind the pickup started sprinting toward him.Ten.......Fifteen yards......Before a Taliban soldier rolled from a doorway and fired that AK. It’s distinctive TAT....TAT....TAT being forever burned into his brain. As he watched the sprinting grunt staggered and fell halfway between the truck and cover.
He didn’t remember running to the fallen man. The next thing he knew he was just there, leaning over him, pressing sterile gauze to his right shoulder.
“Nothing major hit. Dark blood. Veinous bleeding. No bubbles, lungs intact then.” his brain told him, drowning out the sergeant yelling for him to get back to cover, the sound of the AK firing at him. But not the sound of the second soldier behind the pickup.
As the wounded soldier had fallen the second had moved. Coming from behind cover, howling like the damned he had opened up with the M249 SAW he wore strapped across his chest. As the enemy had ducked back into cover he had began walking toward their position still firing.
One of the closer enemies flanking behind a building appeared right in front of him slightly to his left. As he had emerged into the street the large soldier had pivoted and cut him down before he had a chance to raise his weapon.
Walking past the now mangled corpse he had knelt and picked up the fallen AK and began firing it in bursts one handed beside the SAW. Two more of the enemy went down under his pressing assault.
Turning back from the SAW gunners path of destruction, the medic rolled the wounded soldier on his side to check for a pass-through wound. His search was rewarded with a clean hole through the back of his patients vest.
“He needs help Doc....” Blitz said dragging his own M16 up and aiming downrange.
Looking up the medic saw something that made his heart miss a beat. The large soldiers suicidal charge had the entire enemy force held at bay......until the terrifying sight of an RPG filled a window.
The CRUMP of the grenade launcher told him that Blitz had fired his underslung M203. Arcing lazily downrange the high explosive round detonated just below the window with the RPG causing the building to collapse on one side, and the hostile firing the rocket launcher to jerk.
The missile shot out of the window and to the side of Case, who was heading toward cover. And he almost made it too.
As he reached the side of the building the rocket impacted beside him, blowing him fifteen feet in the air back toward Doc, where he bounced on the ground to a halt a few feet in front of him face up.
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“NOOOO!” Doc screamed setting up rapidly in the bed, calming down as he realised it was a dream. Reaching up he tentatively touched the tags hanging from the beaded chain around his neck.
“Just a dream......” he said to no one in particular, though if there was anyone in the room with him he couldn’t tell without his glasses. Fumbling around blindly for a moment he was rewarded with the sound of the lamp on the bedside table crashing to the floor.
“Crap.....” he said to no one in particular again. As he continued fumbling a lavender dot began forming in his field of vision. When he knocked something else off of the table he heard a polite cough before he realized the lavender dot was someone.
“Uhm......May I help you?” he asked.
“I’m not sure you want to help at all, considering you were in my attic a two in the morning!” came the venemous reply.
“Say what? I apologize, I had no idea Miss......” Doc said, fishing for information.
“No Idea! How do you have no idea of being in my attic? How did you get in there anyway? Was it Trixie? She’s back for revenge isn’t she!” stated the purple blob.
“Who?”
“The Great And Powerful Trixie. She hired you to do something, didn’t she? Something to ruin my reputation!” the blob said vehemently.
“No it was the Great Pumpkin! “ Doc exclaimed, deciding to play along with whatever game the blob wanted to play.
“The.......What?” asked the blob.
“The Great Pumpkin! Doer of things! Knower of Stuff! Bewaaaare!” Doc said waving his arms above his head comically.
“Your........Your joking........Right?” said the blob.
“Yes I’m joking. Aren’t you?” Doc asked. Something wasn’t quite right with his hands. He could feel them but he couldn’t......Feel them. It was like his fingers were shoved into some sort on mitten he couldn’t take off. And why did his arm look navy blue?
Coming out of his revelation that something was wrong, Doc turned to the mumbling of the Blob.
“.....crazy Spike. I don’t think he dangerous. No we don’t need the frying pan!”
“Uhmm.....Excuse me Purple Blob, but do you happen to have my glasses?”
“Yes. But I’m not sure I should give them to you.” It stated.
“Might I enquire as to why?” Doc asked.
“I’m still not sure you don’t want to hurt me.”
At this Doc couldn’t help but snort out a laugh.
“I assure you nothing is further from my mind than to harm you Miss. Also I would love to know whom I have the priveledge of addressing. Most people call me Doc.”
“Doc, as in Doctor?” asked the blob.
“That is correct.”
“Doctor Who?”
“Not now, but maybe after I know your name.”
“What?”
“Doctor Who? You know....the T.V. show.”
“The what?”
“You are kidding me? Nevermind.....Let’s start over from the beginning. Hello my name is Richard, but most people call me Doc.”
“Okay. I’m Twilight Sparkle and this is my assistant Spike.” as the blob spoke it split apart into another, slightly smaller purple blob.
“Twilight Sparkle? Spike?.....And people think our names are crazy.” Doc thought to himself.
“It’s nice to meet you both. Now may I please have my glasses back, I’m getting a bit of a headache.” Doc said.
“Alright......but first you have to promise you won’t try to hurt anypony.”
“Again with the Pony......” Doc thought.
“I swear on my life.” Doc stated.
“Alright.......Here they are.” Twilight said.
Reaching out slowly so as not to frighten them Doc attempted to grab his glasses.
“What are you doing?” Twilight asked.
“Trying to grab my glasses.”
“Why not use your magic?”
“Ok. Now I know she not all there in the head.” Doc thought.
“Because I’m not a wizard Harry.” Doc mumbled to himself.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing! Uhmm.....I seem to be having some trouble, could you please help me?” Doc asked innocently.
As he sat back and closed his eyes he felt the familiar weight of his glasses settle on his nose.
“Much better.” he said opening his eyes.
As everything came into focus, Doc began to realise something. Twilight Sparkle was a horse. A horse with a horn. Spike, who still had not said a word, was a dragon. Looking down at himself he saw that the reason for his arms appearing blue, was because they were blue. And his hands weren’t hands, but instead blue hooves.
Turning his head in increasing panic he realised he was in a house, made from a tree. And on the wall was the most startling discovery yet. A mirror. And staring back at him in said mirror was a navy blue horse with his sandy brown hair, glasses, and hazel eyes..........And a horn coming from his forehead.
Doc started to scream. Why was he a horse? Why did he have a horn? Why did horses talk? Why was there a dragon? Why was-BONG!.......Doc crumpled back to the bed with the familiar derp eyed expression as Spike turned from the bed, frying pan still raised, to look at the stunned Twilight Sparkle.
“What?” the baby dragon asked innocently.
“He was freaking out!”
“I know Spike.....but why?”
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End Chapter the Three
Welp it’s been a while! Sorry to all you who were waiting for this. I’m getting a little more time on my hands now so I should be able to pop a few more chapters out soon. On a side note 12 hour shifts suck! Now down to business! Hope I didn’t disapoint with the chapter and again criticism is welcome, just remember this is my first fic. Also I don’t really know where to put this so I’m putting it here, It’s My fic Right? Right! I would like to get a few pre-readers if anyone is interested. Uhhmm......send me a message if you would like to.And again thanks to you all for reading this and making my day!
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