By the way, Miss Rarity, there is a certain uniform that compliments your personality quite well. I suggest that you start making it As Soon As Possible.
God damn Rarity do the most sensible thing you seamstress! MAKE SOME MUTHA F*CKING CRUNK ASS DRESSES!
Rarity: It is a lovely day. Be seated, drink some tea, take delicate lady-like bites of toast, then peruse a magazine for gossip and/or fashion tips...
Sing Sea shanties while making dresses and other items of clothing.
Oh you would love to do that, you would absolutely LOVE to design and make new, absolutely fabulous dresses that would be the envy of all of Equestria, but alas, you can't right now.
It's not because you've lost your ability to make dresses by any means, no no no no, that would be the WROST POSSIBLE THING (and you really do mean it that time), but simply because you well... you're just not feeling it.
You don't have any orders to take care of large or small because you've already taken care of the ones you have to take care of already, there haven't been many customers today as of yet, and those that came in were satisfied with what you had, so you don't need to make anything new for them. Finally, over the past few days you've found yourself suffering from an acute case of creativity block. You suppose it's like writers block, only instead of not being able to come up with things to write, you simply can't come up with any ideas for dresses or any other articles of clothing. Simply put, your creativity is kind of shot right now. Then again, you're thankful that this is happening NOW rather than at a time when you actually have to get work done.
The only outfit that you know you could work on now is that one you've been designing for yourself as part of a collaborative project between you and another designer you met in Canterlot recently. Alas you don't have the proper materials necessary to make it at the moment. You special ordered them from ********** the other day though, so you'll have them soon and you can resume work. They should be here by tomorrow, or the next day if not tomorrow.
So that is where you were left now. Simply sitting in your boutique enjoying a nice cup of tea and perusing through some hot topic (of no relation to the real life store, this is Equestria after all) in a fruitless effort to strike up some inspiration even though your brain felt like being lazy today. Off in the corner, Opal was sleeping on some unused fabrics, as he was wont to do, so he wouldn't be doing anything for you, useful or otherwise.
Rarity: Think about dick.
Well... Rarity, think about dicks and Jason's dick especially all the time. Sweetie Belle comes to you and wants to ask if it's ok for her to go crusading with her friends and accidentially yell 'I LOVE DICKS!' and have a very awkward conversation with Sweetie Belle as she inquires what 'dicks' are.
And just for the fuck of it: Pinkie Pie jumps in, explains in GRAPHIC DETAIL what dicks are, vanishes leaving a very disturbed Sweetie Belle with Rarity.
So you look around your delightfully adorable boutique with a plethora of dresses of only the finest taste surround you, and sitting there examining the quality material around you, you realize that you are bored.
So, like any great artist, your mind drifts asunder. Daydreaming, even though it was more like mid afternoon anyways.
Slowly your mind begins to drift towards greener pastures. More specifically, dicks. Yes, you can compare green pastures to phallic objects. It just MAKES sense somehow.
Anyways, back to the dicks. Blue dicks, purple dicks, yellow dicks, and best of all, diamond dicks. That time at the Crystal Empire taught you a thing or two about the very sought after dick of sparkly jewels.
Oh, and the sparkles. How could you forget? Took forever to wash out of your mane and face. Tasted like strawberries too. Not the usual saltiness that you were used to.
The thoughts of diamond dongs brought your mind to Jason. The human that Twilight was obsessed with chasing for so long. Made you slightly jealous. Not that you were envious or anything. Or lustful even...
Though... Jason had a certain fascination about him. His strong, lean body, powerful figure, and most likely a big **** in between his legs. Oh yeah, you can see it now.
His chiseled abs and bodybuilder pecs. The way the sheen of sweat on his beautifully tanned body shined in the light. Not to mention the rather large and in charge erect member he was toting around.
And there you were, tied up with her plot in the air like a dirty ****, just begging for it. His firm hands press up against your flanks as you bite down on your ball gag. His long, heated shaft brushes up against your thigh. You whimper for more.
Finally, he blesses you with a subtle touch. You nearly break out of your bindings right there just to shove more of it in. You needed it, wanted it deep in you. All the human had, just stuffed into you until you couldn’t take anymore.
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"I LOVE DICKS!!!!"
You yell out of nowhere seemingly as the moment hits you, only for you to cover your mouth with your own two hooves the instant you do. You feel your face turn as red as one of Applejack's oh so delicious apples as you do. By Celestia what an unladylike thing for you to say.
Worried, your eyes dart around the room, something that loud you know you.... nopony is here.
Weird... usually when something like this happens it's a setup so you can be embarrassed... like say, somepony just walked in the moment those words left your mouth... and that somepony happened to be your sister... and you would have a rather embarrassing talk with her about what dicks are and why you love them, only for that talk to be suddenly interrupted by Pinkie Pie who bursts in out of nowhere like she usually does and explain in graphic detail what dicks are...
Now that you think about it, that scene you played out in your head was oddly specific.
Alas, nopony is here. The only person who heard you scream that was Opal, but she's still sleeping on the unused fabric without a care in the world.
Could it be... have you really gotten a free ride on this one... is this the ONE TIME THAT NOPONY IS GOING TO SHOW UP AND EMBARRASS YOU!!!!!!??????
Nothing happens.
"YES!" You scream out in victory. Score one for you. You're not going to be humiliated this time.
Drop everything, go outside, find Jason Morgan, and convince him to
fuckmake love to you.
Contemplate whether you are a horrible Pony for the things you tried to do to Jason and for continually leading Spike on and manipulating his emotions so that he works for you for free.
Oh no the voice of the dark prophecy is amongst us... telling the current character to do something fairly normal. Especially compared to what some of us are posting... seriously, why does Rarity have to be in heat RIGHT NOW? There are too many dicks on my screen. Honestly it looks like I am watching "lemon party". *Shudders* Anyway...
Rarity, take your mind out of the gutter. Jason won't let you get anywhere with him. You should go to the hospital however. You have to deliver the new uniforms to nurse Redheart (Jason will be there cut to pieces but you don't know that) Also, find the rest of the mane six apart from Twilight. You need to take them to Canterlot to help Twilight because she obviously needs it. Help her because otherwise the incident with her doll might happen all over again (for the characters, these would be memories as opposed to episodes. For Twilight, episodes means something... different.) And if that happens, Only Celestia will be able to stop her.
Resist the urge to rut Jason Morgan's brains outMeet Jason Morgan for a nicerutcup of tea.
Still.... one aspect of your little... mental excursion does linger in your mind for a little bit....
Jason......
Jason Morgan.... the human that found his way here.
You cannot help but thing about him and is what must be absolutely-
NO NO NONE OF THAT... How you.... well, to be kind, acted around him.
You debate with yourself about whether you are a horrible pony for doing this things to him. You know that he would never go for you. He said very clearly that he's not interested in anything outside his own race, and while there are plenty of couples that experiment in that kind of thing, you know that there are also just as many who think the same way. Equestria is a large world after all with many species. So... this is not unheard of but... Jason isn't even from here...
He was never from here and you took advantage of him like that...
While thinking about that, your mind also drifts to little Spikey Wikey and how terrible he must feel about this whole thing. It's not his fault you are the way you are, but... playing with his poor little emotions like that. He's only so young.
You do care about him, you really do. After all, you know he would punch a goddess in the face for you, a lady does not forget that kind of devotion and she surely doesn't let it go unrewarded but... Little Spike.... If he were not so young... you wouldn't mind... trying... with him, but...
He's young. He needs to grow and mature in his own way. He needs to become a man, and not just in that way. Even though you are the way you are... you still won't do something like that. He's just a child.
Maybe... maybe when he's old enough. If he's still interested you'll... GAH THAT'S NOT FOR RIGHT NOW!!!!!
Bringing Spike into this just made you feel even more terrible than you already are. You let your head fall to the table and just stare at your tea, as if it somehow has the answer. It's tea, you know it doesn't. Still... staring at it does give you and inspiration... somehow.
Yes, you do feel terrible about what you did, but you can't do anything about it by sitting there and sulking. If you did, you would be Twilight. The poor mare.
That's it. You know what you gotta do now.
So you sit back up, then stand up. You're not staying here. You're going to find Jason and apologize. Even though you are still feeling like this about him, the least you could do is say that you're sorry.
You get up and with your head held high you head out the door. You know that Jason's been staying with Lyra and Bon Bon, but you don't think he's there right now. It's still kind of early in the day, so he still must be over at Sweet Apple Acres.
You are going to FIND JASON AND APOLOGIZE, and Apologize properly. Then maybe afterwards he'll feel a little bit more sympathetic towards you, and then maybe he'll let you-
NO!!!! NONE OF THAT!
That is not the point of going to see him right now. You need to take your mind out of the gutter.
Anyway.
Rarity: Go outside, kiss a stallion and drag him up to your bedroom in the boutique.
You walk outside and make your way towards Sweet Apple Acres. Along the way, you spot Zecora walk on into town with four new ponies that you've never seen before. Suddenly, you see Pinkie Pie burst in out of nowhere and start talking to them, as is her wont. You don't know who those ponies are, but that yellow one sure does look handsome. Why you could just run up to him, kiss him right now, then drag him back to your boutique and... GAH FOCUS!!! There will be time for that later.
Besides, you'll probably meet him later at his inevitable party. If Pinkie Pie is talking to him it only makes sense that it's bound to happen.
And then Sweetie Bell enters after having run all the way from Sweet Apple Acres with tears in her eyes and she starts blubbering and gasping and yelling about what happened to Jason...
you take a sip of tea with no thought what to do besides making dresses all day long. Then your thought was interrupted by sweetie belle, scootaloo,, and applebloom barging in with Jason bleeding out.
On your way to Sweet Apple Acres though, you see stop as you reach the road that leads there. There is something off in the distance... you can barely see it, but it's getting closer. It looks like... wait, it's closer so you can see it more clearly now.
It's Applejack, Big Macintosh, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo all running down the road. They seem to be in a bit of a hurry. You squint your eyes a little and notice Jason on Big Macintosh's back, like he's riding him. Why would he be riding Big... wait...
He's slumped over, like he's sleeping, and now that they're even close, you notice something. Big Macintosh was always a red pony, but you're pretty sure you don't ever remember his mane being that color red, unless its... wait...
They're all running as if they're in a real hurry, Jason is slumped over Big Macintosh's back, and Big Macintosh's hair looks a little red....
No....
OH SWEET CELESTIA NO!!!!
At that, all your thoughts leave your head as you run as fast as you can towards them to meet them half way.
PERSPECTIVE SHIFT: Applejack
You are Applejack, element of honesty, and owner and purveyor of Sweet Apple.... you know what, you don't care about any of that right now.
Jason is on your brother's back and the two of you are running as fast as you friggin can to get him to the hospital. He was attacked by... something, you aren't sure what but you don't care. He needs help and you need to get it to him fast.
He hasn't woken up or responded to anything since Applebloom and her friends brought him back to the farm, and he's bleeding pretty bad... Celestia you hope you still have time. You're not about to have his death on your hooves.
You know what you need to do right now and you don't need instructions.
PERSPECTIVE SHIFT: Rainbow Dash
You are Rainbow Dash. The fastest flyer in all of Equestria, future wonderbolt, and at least 20% cooler than any pony this side of Equestria.
You're currently taking one of your mandatory afternoon naps (shut up, they are) after an afternoon of doing some wicked rad stunts. Yep... life is good.
Suddenly, the sound of rumbling from below hits your ears.
What do you do?
-SIDE STORY-
-Ponyvile
Towards the Center of Town
The away team walked towards the center of the town, a large tree being their destination. They were strangely quiet the whole way, keeping to their own thoughts. At least, that is, until a certain Pink Party Pony stopped them.
"*gasp* Ohmygosh!You'renewponies! I'mPinkiePie,what'syourname?" Pinkie shouted at Kirk, her words slurring together from the sheer speed of her talking.
"Gah!" Kirk said, surprised by the sudden pink wall in front of him, "Oh. Umm. Good morning, Miss. My group and I are in somewhat of a hurry."
"Oh." Pinkie replied, hair falling flat. "I thought you, *sniff,* would want a new friend."
Gordon intervened at that point. "Now hold on now, we never said that. I'd love to be your friend."
"REALLY?" Pinkie said, her hair plopping back into place with enough speed that even Spock was rendered speechless. Pinkie rushed forward, hugging Gordon. "I've never had a friend from so far away!"
Gordon started for a moment, before relaxing and giving Pinkie a hug back. "Look, we need to go to the library. Can you let us past for now?"
"Sure! I'll be seeing you soooon!"
"What an... interesting pony." Spock said.
"Pinkie is truly unique, Most can't understand her at her peak." Zecora replied. Gordon grunted in response.
Five minutes later, the group was in front of the library. Gordon raised a hand and knocked on the door.
-Somewhere in Appaloosa-
At the AIA headquarters.
*Grey Rebl grabbed for his fedora and brown trench coat. Not bothering to button his coat, he galloped down the hallway and then towards a long spiral of stairs that goes by each floor and then further deeper into the underground building. Careful with his steps, he descended.*Not many ponies know this, but the AIA headquarters is more than just a base for Appaloosan agents. It takes place in a facility made to research Magitech and Mechanical engineering. Only two of such facilities existed in Equestria, one which is below the AIA headquarters, one kilometer deep along with the HQ itself, and one somewhere at Los Pegasus. No pony other than the AIA and CIA knew of this place, and it's also fair to say that only the LPIA (Los Pegasus Intelligence Agency) and CIA knew of the second's location.
*The Director reached the underground facility. He saw other lab ponies researching with chemicals, gems and enchantments. Most of the Unicorns were busy enchanting, some with unfortunate results consisting of electrocution, burning, or explosions. In the hooves of non-Unicorns, were tools made for non-Unicorns. Of course, lots of metal was involved.*
Grey Rebl: (He encouraged the workers to do fine work on his way, and with a nod, he went straight towards a room whose door-sign that says, "Server/Computer Room", where his secretary was waiting for him. The Computer bit was originally called electronic box, but due to past communications with the humans, they said otherwise.) Okay, I'm here, now what's the damage?
Secretary: Well, sir, we have a few injured but minimal casualties, thanks to the extra safety procedures. Apparently the temporary solution only made the explosion worse. It erased a lot more data than before. It processed the data correctly, yes, but the gem cores couldn't handle the pressure. We had to disconnect them to prevent data leaking or another, and possibly bigger, magic burst. The "computer" motherboard can run smoothly without the data coming, but we are set back by a few more days.
GR: (sigh) I'm going to have to ask them for help now, do I?
Secretary: I believe so, sir. Our technology is too downgraded compared to theirs. Our servers are getting overwhelmed by the sheer amount of info processed. We could handle the capacity, but not the journey.
GR: Is the communication and video chat still running?
*He was approached by one of the engineers*
Engineer: It's going to take a minute for that to go up and running, sir.
GR: Well, when you colts are done, we can get this problem done and over with. Plus, I have a report to send in. Secretary, dismissed.
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*Meanwhile, across the desert.*The Friendship Express rumbled across the vast desert as it traveled on it's new, shiny tracks. The tracks were something that came with Appaloosa's opening as an official town on the Equestrian map. The builders didn't disappoint despite building it in a desert, but how did they made it in a desert though? "Magic", they said.
In a private train cart, courtesy of the AIA, were the two Agents on their way to Ponyville. Usually, operatives who guard shipments would play games, like chess or checkers, to pass the time. However, these two aren't simple guards, so they passed the time doing something else: Thinking about the situation at hoof.
Brauburn: Ah don't know about this. Ah mean, isn't Risen Flagg suppose to be makin' Equestria a better place? Are we even fightin' in the right side?
Strongheart: Well, the Director seemed mad when he said Risen's name. Plus, the aliens are involved. This could be important.
Brauburn: Ahm not so sure to trust Grey now, but we accepted the job... Hey, ya don't suppose Grey has gone wonky by the alien's mind control or somethin'?
Strongheart: He looked reasonably sane when we met him and we never met the aliens physically for them to do such a thing, so it would be unlikely, but I do think Grey's actions are supported by his grudge.
Brauburn: How can ya tell it's a grudge? Grey doesn't seem to be that kind of a pony. Ugh. Thinkin' like this is makin' mah head hurt, let's talk about somethin' else.
Strongheart: Okay, then, let's talk about our mission.
Brauburn: Well, there is one thing clear: We barely know 'bout what this "Doctor" is. All we know is that he is brown, have an hourglass for a cutiemark, and that he is, well, a doctor.
Strongheart: Well, what about the ponies?
Brauburn: What about them?
Strongheart: I mean, this is my first time being outside of the plains! What would I do? How should I act What would they think of me? In a place called "Ponyville" I doubt they know a buffalo. Heck, maybe not even any species other than pony! I'm sorry, but, I'm little nervous.
Brauburn: Who cares 'bout what they think! I heard from my cousin that Ponyville nicest place of Equestria! Aside of the strange things happenin' there and Appaloosa being a close second, it would be fine!
Strongheart: Fine? Then why did the Director had us bring this suitcase? (points a hoof towards the black suitcase on the table)
Brauburn: 'Cause the Director is strange like that! Besides, if somethin' does happen, we have our ninja trainin' to defen ourselves!
Strongheart: (giggles) Thanks, Brauburn. I needed that.
Brauburn: Think nothin' of it! After all, you are my special somepony, Sweetheart (winks)
Strongheart: Well enough of that, back to this "Doctor" guy.
Brauburn: What is there more to know?
Strongheart: Like you said, we barely know this pony, so we are pretty much going blind in this mission. Other then his description and lack of an address, we don't have much background information on him. It's as if this guy haven't existed until now.
Brauburn: Hmm. That is strange. Well, how are we going do this mission with the lack of info?
(A pause, and they both slowly looked at a white envelope laying flat on the table. In silence with the only sound being the rumble of the train, they stared the thing down. Hard.)Brauburn: Should we open it?
(Sorry, but I was feeling ever so lazy today and didn't really want to type all those two out. Sorry.)
-The Dalek Flagship, the Caesar-
The Bridge
R.A.: HEY GUYS WHAT ARE YA'LL DOING! *sits down next to SD and BRP and begins humming "Shooting the Moon"* *suddenly points to BRP* Who's the new guy?
BRP: I'm BRP, the one who uploaded the Hacker AI to the evil dalek fleet, bringing down all their shields shortly before you destroyed almost all of them with your wild cannon fire. My AI also managed to steal a dalek flagship that is currently being assimilated by the Orz. I heard about you and your cookie dough. I think it was genius. You found one of the dalek's two weaknesses. They can't deal with random twists of reality.
Anyway, I also uploaded a castrated version of the HAI to play with you. What happened to it?
R.A.: *gasps suddenly* My good sir! I should have you know that my cannon fire was not all 'wild' it was a mixture that consisted of 19% wild fire, 27% luck, 14% skill, and 40% of me being who I am that took out most of that Evil Dalek fleet! And if you are wondering what happened to that little HAI that was supposed to play with me I ordered my hackers to do whatever they wanted with him. As from what I can tell they are having a field day with him.
*on another side of the ship with the hackers*
Hacker 1: Hey Steve this HAI A.I. is pretty interesting right?
Hacker 2: Yeah you are quite right Bob... say why doesn't R.A. use our real names?
Hacker 1: Because he is an idiot, thinks of us as Red Shirts yet still cares about us in a very strange way, or simply put Hackers 1,2,3,4, etc. are just easier names to keep up with than our actual names.
Hacker 2: T-that actually makes sense.
Hacker 1: Yep so lets get back to work Steve.
Hacker 2: Sure thing Bob.
BRP: Wildfire is still a good name for it, but I see your point. As for luck, I'm pretty sure I don't have any, so I wouldn't know about that. You heard about my ship right? Yeah. Anyhow, I helped with that dalek fleet, but I don't know what you are all doing here. I crash-landed, and the Enterprise probably came to explore the area, but why is there a friendly dalek fleet and a team of hackers here?
R.A.: You crash landed? ....That is AWESOME! Much better than what happened to me. I got teleported here with my team of hackers... it was boring to say the least. As for the fleet of friendly Daleks... I don't really know. They must have been drawn towards Risen Flag's aura maybe... I don't really remember that much... anywho want a cookie!? *pulls out a cookie form out of nowhere*
BRP: Hells yes. I haven't had a cookie in WEEKS! The last thing I ate was a piece of snake-chicken thing and some berries. *takes and begins to eat cookie* Goooood (God not good), that tasted great. Can I bake some with you later? I love to bake cookies, and eat raw cookie dough while baking cookies. Pure heaven. Hey, can we go bake some now?
R.A.: *R.A. laughs nonchalantly* Oh that was a good one BRP, but if I seriously let you help bake my cookies and reveal my secret recipe to you I would have to rip out your vocal cords, make you eat them, then set you on fire, and watch you die a horrible, painful, slow death. *laughs nonchalantly again until he stops abruptly saying this afterwards* No seriously if I told you I HAVE to kill you... although you enjoying them is alright in my books and thank you for the complement.
BRP: *not surprised* Well I was actually going to use a recipe for chocolate chip cookies that my family uses. If it happens to be the same as your secret recipe... It probably won't be. Anyway, we should still do it. Secrets or not cookies are delicious.
*ALL OF THAT HAPPENS*
*BGP and Registered Anonymous are making their way over to the ships bakery together walking side by side with Swimming Dalek following close behind. For some reason Registered Anonymous is now whistling the tune to "2001: A Space Oddessy"*
Registered Anonymous: Do do do do do. Doo doo. Doo doo. Do do do do do. Doo doo. Doo doo. Do do do do-
BRP: Hey, RA... is it okay if I call you RA?
RA: (Stops whistling) Sure! And what do you want to know.
BRP: If I somehow really got you to tell me your secret recipe for cookies. Would you really kill me?
RA: Would I really kill you? HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA (Starts laughing manically and hystrically, yes those can be combined, BRP finds it catchy and joins in. Behind of the two of them, Swimming Dalek can't help but chuckle a little)
*A couple moments of laughing later*
RA: (Suddenly stops laughing) Yes. Yes I would.
BRP: (slowly stops laughing) Oh... oh really.
RA: Why do you ask?
BRP: Oh, no reason. Nope... none... It's just that I don't think you could even if you tried. (Looks over at RA smirking)
*Suddenly a loud creaking noise is heard as Registered Anonymous's head turns to look at BRP, who is still smirking. Registered Anonymous's expression is unreadable because of the mask. Swimming Dalek has remained mysteriously absent from this conversation because he hasn't commented in this chapter).
Oh, and before any of you ask. NO YOU CANNOT BE A GUEST AUTHOR FOR ME! The only way I'll let anyone else write a chapter or part of a chapter for me is if I explicitly ask them to. So don't ask me. I'll ask you if I think you are worthy.
Investigate.
The rumbling infiltrates your dream and distorts it. What starts off as an awesome dream with you leading the Wonderbolts and Tank into a battle with a dragon that looks like Greed Spike, quickly changes.
You are now 30 years older in a red room where Soarin and Spitfire just start making out, Spike is now in his regular form, but he is wearing a red suit and dancing, he tells you that your favorite brand of gum will be coming back. Pinkie Pie is laughing crazily into a mirror, yet no sound comes out, while Twilight dances in a circle with a picture of Jason Morgan. Iron Will appears and just says "The Owls Are Not What They Seem.". Spitfire then whispers into your ear who attacked Jason Morgan (Which you will forget when you wake up), then Owlowiscious appears in front of you and scares you out of your slumber.
You briefly wonder what the buck was up with that dream.
You then see Big Mac carrying and injured Jason and you go down to help out.
Earthquake?
Ghost of Daring Do: Not even a four pointer, go back to sleep.
Oh, okay...
Realize you just spoke to the disembodied spirit of your favorite fictional character.
What the hell?
Ok since I see a trend going on here lets first start off with this. Think about DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS DICKS.
And then you can go check what that loud noise was.
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*Meanwhile on the Caesar*
R.A. begins pondering on what he should do to BRP after that last comment which consists of 1) Smashing the guy's face into the metal wall right behind him and repeat the progress until he is nothing more than a bloody pulp or until BRP says uncle. 2) Shake the guy's hand and congratulate him on having a big pair of Cahones. 3) Bake some more cookies for him. 4) Give BRP one of his bro armbands.
Unfortunately for R.A. his brain starts billowing smoke out of his ears, quite literally mind you, as he tries to make possibly the most important choice in his life.
R.A. then chooses which goes as follows. He raises his right hand up and proceeds to slap BRP not once, not twice, but thrice number of times across the face. He then grabs hold of BRP's hand and shakes it furiously while saying "You sir are by far the only guy that is on board this ship to have the largest pair of cahones besides mine." R.A. then pulls out a bro armband and places it in BRP's hand and says "From this day forth we are officially bros for life."
R.A. then releases BRP's hand and walks over to a bowl and begins making cookies that are NOT from his secret family recipe. "Now I shall make you even more cookies for your celebration and graduation into bro-hood!"
Ya feel that? Your shit storm senses are tingling. From years of weather handling and various anomalies in Ponyville, it had given you an expert measurement of the big-happenings. Whatever it was, it was HUGE. Enough to wake you up from your slumber of illegally epic dreaming. Your dream was seriously that great.
But anyhow, this shitstorm topped the Pinkie Apocalypse, but just below the zombie invasion that was fought against with candy weapons. This must be why Pinkie Pie gave you that licorice bat. Bring it with you, and investigate.
Just watch out for that helicopter.
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*In the control room of the Dalek ship*
Connection: Green. Video Chat: On
*Grey Appears on screen*
Grey: Nana, are you there?
Nana: Yes, Director. What do you need?
Grey: I'm here for two things. The first being that I have the report on the unknown interferance of the Enterprise's equipment. And it's not exactly unknown, but more of a natural occurance.
Nana: What?
Grey: That's what I said. It's actually the daily use of unicorn magic. Whenever they activate their horn, they emit a static that would be the "EM Wave interferance". Luckily, the Lab Ponies here can work out a filter incase you need to use the affected equipment. They said it's all in the report.
Nana: Ah. Okay, then what's the second?
Grey: (Looks around the control room through the computer screen) Is RA here?
Nana: No, I sent him where SD and BPB are, so he could be watched over. Why?
Grey: Oh, good. Because we have a computer problem.
Nana: How so?
Grey: The data we have been gathering has been overwhelming our servers, so we need the input of the hackers.
Hacker: Well, I guess we could work something out. After all the programming of the ships systems, I say we are more than ready. How long has this been going on?
Grey: ...Er, a few hours after our connection was established.
Hacker: And you didn't tell us anything!?
Grey: Look, we can't risk blowing our cover when we transfer technology so early in this crusade. Indecipherable Data without a key through wireless connection is one thing, but transfering actual advanced computers from another world is another, especially with your equipment interferance. Besides, so much has happened already. I didn't think we needed the added stress.
Hacker: (sigh) We'll see what we can do...
Grey: Great! I'll tell my workers right away!
Hacker: Wait! There's one thing I have to tell you before I go!
Grey: What is it?
Hacker: S.D told the Daleks to survey your current location. He feels as though something's gonna go down. I was told to let you know.
Grey: Ah. Well tell him I said thanks for me please. But just so you know, us ponies aren't helpless as we may seem. We can take care of ourselves.
Hacker: I'll tell that.
Grey: Thank you, and Good bye. (Blinks off screen)
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*At the Ponyville station.*
*Coming out of the train station are Brauburn and Little Strongheart. What was suppose take to one whole day became a few hours, thanks to the new train technology upgrades to the Friendship Express.*
B: Now what?
LS: We follow our plan. I'd say Sweet Apple Acres is a good start.
B: Heh. I wonder how Cousin Applejack has been doing.
*They made their way across town, crossing without meeting Pinkie, who was distracted meeting other new ponies.*
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There are some issues that will prevent me from commenting on this side-story as frequently as of right now. On next week, I'm going on a family trip that I can't back out of. It's going to be a 5 week trip, and I will most likely come back at around August 20th. There will be little to no participation on the sidestory until then. I'm sorry if I'll be missing out on anything important, which I know I will.
...R.A. what are you doing?
R.A.: Nothing. *is currently drawing hundreds and hundreds of dicks all over the comment section*
.......... Nothing my ass you idiot. Do you realize that this won't be seen by anyone, but us since we don't have that kind of hacking prowess!?
R.A.: It's the thought that counts you know. Plus as I see it Razor would probably be pleased by this since you know. He did use the same dick idea two chapters in a row. I wouldn't be surprised if he did it in the next chapter. Not to mention that last chapter nearly crashed our google chrome from the shear amount of dicks.
..........................And now we are trying to make it three in a row for the next chapter. Isn't this sort of breaking the contract?
R.A.: Exactly my more sane friend to your first speculation and no to your other speculation! We are currently reviewing what we have noticed in both chapters and are just giving a small review over it nothing more nothing less. Also I am going to be needing last night's taco meat.
Dare I ask why? That stuff can burn through solid iron in its current state.
R.A.: No reason I just need it.
*sigh* Fine take I wasn't going to eat it anyway.
R.A.: Thank you!
Also I think we should stop doing these things we might be pissing off some of the other readers/commenters by doing this.
R.A.: Well here is what I got to say to them. Tough beans, scroll over this thing if you are not interested. Oh but wait you have just read this part and if you are one of those angry people who don't like these sort of things then I have just wasted your time reading this so Ha ha!
Peek over the (insert what you're sleeping on here) and look to see what the commotion is. Its disturbing your nap.
Drop a cloud on whoever's causing the soon-to-be earthquake.
Rainbow Dash: Wake up, be annoyed, and look over the edge of your cloud to find out what has the audacity to make a rumbling noise! Inconsiderately interrupting YOUR very much needed and deserved nap!
Applejack: Instruct Rainbow Dash to hold the door open for Big Macintosh.
*fart* "hehe" You go and check out the noise of course! Who are you Rainbow Dash? Oh, wait...
Ignore it and try to continue your nap (until you overhear a rather loud conversation with Jason's name in it). Then wake up yelling " confound these ponies, they drive me to contribute to the story." Then go and investigate what's going on.
You're having such a nice dream. Everypony is watching you on your raised cloud pedestal, cheering you on as you loudly show off your wings which rival the size of Celestia's. Then you take off, flying through the air at tremendous speeds, pulling off not one, not two, but three sonic rainbooms in a row without breaking a sweat. Then you land amoungst the cheering again. Finally you step down from your pedestal, walking over to your friends, whom each have their own special new perks.(what, did they think you were really that shallow to only dream of your own peak of triumph?) Twilight is an alicorn for some reason, which causes you to do a double take for a moment, but the feeling passes, showing Rarity in a morphing dress, she seems so proud she must have made it herself. Fluttershy is surrounded by animals, smiling as she sung with them. Pinkie was... being Pinkie, she looked almost like Jason, yet with pinker skin and hair. She was also wearing clothes, a bubble-gum dress with her cutie mark on it, a white shirt with a heart, and a blue vest. And Applejack was standing their, her mane slick with sweat, a bag of bits next to her. Applejack looked at Rainbow, a seductive smile on her lips... wait, did you really think about Applejack like that? Well, she is rather good looking, but you're not a filly fooler, right? You should make a decision now and sti-
All of a sudden everypony in the crowd behind you gasps loudly, looking off to the left at something you can't see. Then Rarity, screams, running directly at you and knocking you off the stage. You begin to fall...
Only to wake up in mid-air. You must have fallen off of your cloud. With a few flaps, you right yourself, hovering about ten feet in the air. A quick search around lends you a vision of Rarity running towards the Apple family and Jason, who is riding on Big Mac for some rea-
Is that blood?
You rush forward, flapping your wings as you strain to reach the group, hoping that you did not see what you thought you saw.
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-At the library-
A small purple dragon opened the door, a bored expression on his face.
"Welcome to the Books and Branches Library. Where books grow from the Branches." He said in an emotionless voice.
"Greetings, Spike I'm glad you're not meek, for these ponies have knowledge of which they seek." Zecora said. (Yes, I know the rhyme was weak. Screw you. I'm tired and can barely think of them)
Yawning, Spike looked up at Zecora and the group. "Oh. I haven't seen you around recently, Zecora," he said, "and I haven't seen you at all. Have you met... her yet?" For the last sentence, he lowered his voice, looking left and right out the door before saying so.
"Who?" Gordon asked, knowing perfectly well who he was talking about.
"Oh. Good. Right, umm, well, what do you need?" Spike said, straightening up. "Twilight left me in charge of the library till she returned from Canterlot. Though no one has come in since then. It's kinda boring."
Gordon filed the knowledge away for now, before replying to Spike. "We're looking for history, recent and old, as well as regional information, world maps, and other such information." He recited the list of things he thought nautical mariners would need if they were in their situation. A few minutes later saw the group and SPike sitting at a table, a teetering pile of books and scrolls in front of them. Gordon had a smaller stack of recent history in front of him , while Spock, Kirk, and McCoy were reading the older history to become more acquainted with the area. Zecora and Spike were looking through Atlases to try and find either 'Iowa' or any other relevant information. They had nothing better to do, so why not.
When they first sat down at the table, McCoy had leaned over towards Kirk and whispered "Scrolls? Just how far back is this planet?" Now he was engrossed in a recounting of Star Swirl's theories on anatomy and healing, every now and again letting out a cry of 'Amazing!' or 'That technique is still experimental back home.' and the such. Spock was reading a book on Magical theory, a soft 'Fascinating' occasionally when he came across entries on magical warp theory and other such scientific advancements. Kirk was perusing through basic history, starting with the formation of the world.
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-On the Enterprise-
"Uhura, get me a lin' ta 2806209." Scotti said, sweat on his brow.
"Line Open, sir." Uhura said after a moment.
"Commander, we 'ave a problem. Tha' EM field is back. It's not as strong as it was, but it is messin' with me ship. Scans show it's from the surface. Can ye give me a confirmation? And if ye got any solutions, I'd like ta hear 'em." Scotti said.
Go and investigate, somepony could be hurt.
Go back to sleep.
Again.
Rainbow Dash! Build THE FORTRESS OF FANTASTIC!
Rainbow dash quickly, become 30% cooler. Then you would be... TO COOL TO DO MATH (about 160% cool) Then quietly sneak the next book of Daring Do out of the library- wait is that? OMG WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO JASON!?
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Also, who asked to be a side writer? RA, we should punch them for being so presumptuous as to ASK to be a co-writer to this wonderful story
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sorry about being really late with this. I had oral surgery yesterday. The drugs are fun. Anyway
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BRP *surreptitiously sneaking cookie dough from the bowl*: The slap was mean, but you know what? That was harder than the slaps they gave me during interrogation resistance in training. That IS impressive, one of them took two steps just to deliver it with more force. But that doesn't matter. We are BROS FOR LIFE. And our lives shall be long, FRUITFUL AND WE SHALL BE AS GODS!!!!!!!! *lightning bolt* So, if daleks are weak against cookie dough...*takes a piece of cookie dough and applies to the end of an arrow* ANTI DALEK ARROWS! Just in case the evil ones come back.
Arrow Inventory:100 wooden arrows
5 explosive arrows
10 armor piercing arrows
2 flare arrows
15 tranquilizer arrows
1 anti-dalek arrow (not retrievable)
*Puts tray of cookies in the oven.*
Rainbow: Ask what's going on.
Help get Jason to the hospital. And fast.
*Uses laptop to hack into Risen Flag's computer network, and ensure that the only web page he can pull up brings him to this:*
Lets show him just how invested in our cause we are!
Rainbow: *wakes up from her nap to hear something reminicant to a stampede* *looks down to see the apples, scoots and sweetie belle sprinting towards the hospital with Jason on Big Mac's back covered in blood* *flys down so fast that she leaves an image of herself behind.* AJ what's going on? What happened to Jason?
apple jack: Jason's hurt bad and ah don know what in the hay happened but we need to hurry
Rainbow:*flys close to Big Mac* pass him here I'll get him to the hospital in 10 seconds flat. *takes him from Big Macs back*
*exactly 10 seconds later* *arrives at hospital out of breath with Jason on your back* he needs help something attacked him, some pony help him.
Medical pony: *sprints over with a stretcher flanked by several nurses* *loads Jason on* *whole party sprints down a corridor with Jason in tow*
AJ:*arrives out of breath* *whiping head around to catch sight of Jason* will he be okay?
RD:*shakes head* I honestly have no idea.
rarity you dirt mare ive got two words for you